All language subtitles for Barnaby Jones s06e06 Gang War.eng

Barnaby Jones, a Quinn Martin
production, starring Buddy Ebsen. Also

Lee Merriweather, Mark Shera.

With guest stars Asher Brawner, John V.
Shea,

Deborah Klinger, Scott Edmund Lane.

Tonight's episode.

Gang war.

I'm afraid the office closes at 5 .30.

Oh, it's Mr. Jones' associate, J .R.
Jones.

Hi, fellas. What's the problem?

They want to hire Barnaby. I've
explained that he won't be back until

tonight.

Yeah, like we said, we'll wait.

You know, fellas, I'm afraid we're in a
little bit of a crunch right now, and we

can't really take on any new clients.

Does he talk for the big man?

He's the only one who does.

You're a relative?

Yeah, I'm his cousin.

Listen, maybe I can recommend another
private investigator.

Save it.

I was really glad to see you.

Well, thanks for the confidence, but did
you see that one guy was a foot bigger

than me?

In all directions?

You were really cool.

Only on the outside. Did they say what
they wanted?

Just that they insisted on talking to
Barney. Have you heard from him?

Yes, he called to say that he wouldn't
be back until about 8.

And to remind you to pick up the report
from the police on the insurance case.

Ah, did California Meridian send over
the authorization for the police to

release the report? They did.

Well, I better get it in gear.

Because when I'm through with this, I
have to hit the books at the law

I thought you said you had a date with
Debbie to patch things up.

8 sharp.

And if I'm late, I blow two weeks of
plea bargaining.

Good luck.

Well, if you want it, fellas, it's
yours.

You're going with us or you're going to
Slab City.

All right, one last time. I don't know
who you are and I don't know where

from, but right now you're facing a
kidnapping rap.

Yeah? So...

So I just hate to see you take the big
fall. Look, I tell you what, I'll take a

walk and we'll forget the whole thing,
okay?

Hey, stay loose, Mom, now.

Only one dude calls the shots around
here, and he wants to talk to you.

Who's this yo -yo?

Barnaby Jones wasn't there.

Check in the office, says he's Jones.

So shit. And his cousin, too.

What's the matter with you guys? I send
you after the big man, you bring me his

cousin? Hey, look, we all make mistakes,
right? I'll tell you the truth. You're

absolutely right. I'm not even in
Barnaby Jones' class.

So if it's okay with you guys, I'll just
be on my way and no hard feelings. Hit

the brakes, man.

What do they call you?

J .R.

And you work with Jones?

Part -time. I'm studying to be a lawyer.

Come on, Duke.

I told you, this whole thing stinks,
man. We don't need no private cops.

gonna nose our business. Shut up, Vic.

I think this is my man.

There's no way Barnaby Jones can pass
for one of us on the street, but he can.

Let's not get carried away.

Nobody's even told me why I'm here.

You

know

what that is?

The scorpion.

Right? Yeah.

I read about you guys in the paper.
Something about somebody from another

killing one of your leaders the night
before last?

Yeah, my co -captain, Marco Wilson.

That means a war between the two gangs
and more killings.

That's the way it is, man.

See, but Marco and me, we're looking for
a better way. And now I'm on my own and

I need some help.

Like what?

You find the dude who snuffed Marco and
there's a chance I can keep the war from

going down. Now, wait a minute.

You're not going to pass off that
responsibility on me.

That's where it's at, man. Well, I got
news for you, man.

I don't appreciate being kidnapped.

You wouldn't have come any other way.

What makes you so sure?

Because it's a one -way trip if you
don't deliver.

If there is a war, you'll know a little
too much for us to leave you around

alive.

How much time do I have?

Gang's uptight. I don't know how long I
can keep from going after the Hawks.

A day, maybe two.

Oh, you gotta be kidding me.

And the Hawks aren't the only suspects.

What do you mean?

The Hawks ought to be making a lot of
noise about snuffing a scorpion leader,

but they're not.

It could mean one of our own guys did
it. Oh, great.

Come on, I want you to meet the boys.

You shouldn't have waited around for me,
did you?

Oh, well, I had those letters to get
out. Besides, I missed you.

Especially this afternoon.

Why, what happened?

Oh, I was here by myself, and these two
young, tough fellas came in.

What was their problem?

Well, they wanted to see you, and
wouldn't leave without seeing you.

Thank heavens J .R. came in and
convinced them that we weren't going to

any new clients.

Oh, it seems silly now, but at the time,
it was pretty scary.

Nope.

Did it hide an answer?

I figure that he is on his way to his
day -to -date with Debbie.

So unlike Jedediah, not to bring back a
police report.

I'm sure he felt that you'd be too tired
to read through it tonight and was

going to bring it by tomorrow.

Watch the street, soldier.

It's like a noisy break -in. Didn't
anybody hear it?

Yeah, the neighbors.

Well, didn't they call the police?

They minded their own business.

Looks like he lost an awful lot of
blood. How many times was he shot?

Doug, only one in the abdomen.

The bullet must have hit some vital
organs.

Where'd you hear that?

The M .E. who was here told me it was a
small caliber flood in the gut.

If it missed the vitals, that wouldn't
be fatal.

I guarantee it.

What, are you into medicine or
something?

Yeah, everything I can read.

I don't suppose the neighbors told the
police what time they heard the shot.

Yeah, they told us it was 10 .30.

Right after I dropped him off.

Then it figures that the killer was
probably in here waiting for him.

Were there signs of a fight?

No, it must have been an ambush.

I don't want you here.

Get out, all of you.

Mrs. Wilson, I'm sorry.

We didn't know that you'd be home.

How did you get in?

Through the back door.

I'll have one of the guys put a piece of
glass in it for you. No, don't touch

it.

I don't want to see your faces around
here ever again.

Who needs this man? She's stoned.

Shut up, Vic!

You took my son.

What more do you want?

We got a private eye working for us,
Mrs. Wilson. He's going to find the

that snuffed...

Killed Marco.

Well, I can save you the trouble.

They killed my boy.

Every one of them.

If it wasn't for their rotten gang and
their stupid fighting,

he'd still be alive.

I want to just sit down here. Come on.

The doctor probably has her on sedatives
and we woke her up. Would you like some

water?

Please, just leave.

Come on.

You've been bothering my mother. We
didn't mean to, Tina. We didn't think

anybody would be home.

Duke, I told you how she felt about the
Scorpons, and you said you'd stay away.

I had a reason. I want you to meet J .R.
Jones.

He's a private cop.

He's trying to find out who killed
Marco, and he wanted to see where it all

down. My brother's gone, and that's
where it ends for us.

It's only the Scorpons that have to have
their revenge.

Cops.

Too busy talking war?

Me? Come on, is that what you think?

I know how tight you were with Marco.

He was a straight dude, not like this
psycho you got for a co -captain now.

Democracy at work, Sarge.

Vic got himself duly elected.

No recruit?

No, it's my cousin J .R. He's down from
Frisco. He's staying with me.

Sergeant Joe Dean.

Congratulations.

That's funny, Marco, getting snuffed in
his pad.

The Hawks usually operate in the street
where there's plenty of getaway room,

like you guys.

You ask him or tell him?

Same old tune, huh?

Nobody saw anything, nobody knows
anything.

I thought since it was Marco, it might
be different this time. My mistake.

Hey, why don't you get off our backs,
Dean?

We could take care of our own problems,
you know? It's my problem, too, and

don't forget it.

And listen, dummies.

Marco's killer belongs to me.

Now you snuff him.

But declare war now, Hawks, and I'll
come down hard on every one of you.

Like I told you before, J .R., there's
only one other way to go.

It's all up to you.

Well, aren't you the early bird?

Really?

I'm worried about Jedediah.

I called him last night. I called him
again this morning at 7 o 'clock. He

wasn't in.

Do you think we should call Debbie's? I
called her. I got her number out of his

book, but she said he didn't even show
up for the date last night.

I don't understand that.

He was very anxious about getting there
on time to pick her up.

Betty, I don't usually worry about
Jedediah.

But there's something on a kilter here.

Oh, I don't know. Maybe I've been around
detectives too long. But you know those

two men that I told you about yesterday?

Well, J .R. left right after they did.

What did they look like?

Young, tough, street types.

Oh, they were dressed well enough, but I
felt that they would be more

comfortable in leather jackets.

Eddie, remember that youth gang
conference the county sponsored?

a few months ago.

Yes, you were on the panel.

Afterward, I had a rap session with a
couple of young fellows, Duke Moran and

Marco Wilson.

They were co -leaders of one of the
hardcore gangs, the Scorpions.

Barnaby, both of them had what looked
like scorpions tattooed on the back of

their hand.

You think the two men I talked to
yesterday were the same ones you met at

gang conference?

I don't know, but I'm sure going to find
out.

I guess I owe you one, dude.

I got the word you wanted to talk to me.

Got a lot of guts coming down here
alone.

Maybe, but the way I figure it, I won't
be alone going back. I'll have J .R. to

keep me company. Where is he?

J .R. who?

My associate.

A couple of your boys came by the office
yesterday.

J .R. hasn't been seen since.

Why would my people want to grab this J
.R.? My guess is because I wasn't around

and he was.

Police told me about your friend Marco.

Figures there's a connection.

You remember Marco?

At that conference, I told you and Marco
I'd like to help.

That still goes, but I want J .R. first.

Same old mouth music. Everybody wants to
help until you have to put it on the

line. Try me. Maybe we already have.

Maybe we've got your associate J .R.
down here to help us, and you come down

here to yank him out.

I came down here to ask you man to man
to let J .R. go, but that doesn't seem

cut any ice.

So now I'm going to tell you.

I got a phone call from J .R. within an
hour telling me that he is free and

unharmed.

If I don't get that, I'm coming back
with an army of police.

And we're going to take your turf apart.

Hold on. He just walked in.

It's J .R.

Jedediah? Barnaby, I'm okay.

Really, I am.

The Scorpions have a gun to your head?

No, but they're not about to let me go
either.

I'll call Lieutenant Biddle and we'll be
on our way.

Hold it, Barnaby. I wish you'd give me a
little more time before you do that.

Because there's a chance of stopping
this gang war if I can find Marco's

And there's a chance you could get your
foot cut in the ringer. Now, wait a

minute, wait a minute. Listen to me,
Barnaby. Now, I've seen enough to know

the scorpions need all the help that
they can get, and I'd just like to give

my best shot.

You're a pretty mewly kid, Jedediah.

This time you might get yourself killed.

I don't like to, but I'll stay put if
that's the way you want.

Thanks, Barnaby.

And stay in touch.

I'm going to check a few things. I may
want to pull you out fast.

Okay, I sure will.

Talk to you later.

Goodbye.

Before you came in, J .R. asked if you'd
look up the police and autopsy reports

on Marco's murder.

Go to police headquarters and pick up a
copy of that insurance case report. We

never got and While you're there Get a
copy of the one on Marco

We had a truce going, man.

Takes two.

Don't try to snow me, Max. First Marco
gets snuffed, then last night a couple

your dudes pull a chariot attack.

Yeah, well, I didn't send them.

What do you want from me? Look, punk,
I'm busting my gut trying to keep my

troops in line, but I can't cut it
unless you take care of business. Hey,

the use?

We know the scorpions think that we
snuffed Marco.

Now, that means war, whether you and I
like it or not.

My men in the chariot were just getting
in the first shot.

Who's the dude with crazy Vic?

J .R. Jones.

Private eye.

Who's the hawk's captain?

Name's Max Tate. They call him the
magician.

How come?

Because he likes to play hit and run.

Yeah, the hawks are always showing up
when they're not expecting them.

I got another name for Max.

Chicken.

Who's the chick over there?

Chick?

That's a woman, Jack.

Sherry Gordon. Went to the same high
school.

Until I dropped out.

How come she's here?

She hangs out with the Hawks, but she
ought to hook up with the Scorpions,

would be appreciated.

She matches her lady?

Nah, Max don't have one. Hey, I don't
know what he's saving it for, because I

got the feeling he ain't gonna be around
long enough to, uh, enjoy it.

JR! Come here.

You work with Barnaby Jones, right?

That's right.

I met him at the county rap session. He
seemed straight.

Now you can believe it.

Okay.

I'll play the game as long as I can, but
I'll tell you this right now.

If a hawk iced the scorpion's number two
man, he'd be broadcasting it.

Look, everybody on the street knows you
and Marco had a private little war going

on.

Really? What about?

I'm a hawk.

He's a scorpion.

They're natural enemies, right?

I tell you, man, with frank answers like
that and the kind of cooperation I've

seen around here so far, I've got about
as much of a chance of solving this case

as an icicle in a heat wave is born, if
you would say.

Hold it, hold it, hold it, hold it.

Sorry about that. I just wanted to ask
you to check to see where all your

were when Marco was murdered.

Why not?

Oh, I think he's cute, Mac.

Why don't I invite him to join the Hawks
personally?

Cool it, Sherry.

That guy's got guts, I'll give him that.

Tina, can I talk to you for a minute?

What time do you get off work?

Not till ten.

We can't wait for an hour. Sit down.

Tina, everybody knows there was bad
blood between Max and your brother, but

nobody knows why. Did he ever talk about
it?

He never told me anything about gang
business.

Why can't you guys just leave us alone?
Isn't Marco's life enough for our family

to give to the Scorpions? Hey, hey, hey,
this isn't a revenge thing for me. I

don't have a choice.

Now, look, this morning I saw Crazy Vic
come on to you, and you put him down

like it wasn't the first time.

It wasn't.

Vic's always hitting on me.

Well, did Marco know that?

Yeah, and he didn't like it.

But I told him like I'll tell you.

I can take care of myself.

Look, I gotta go.

Hello?

Let me see what's on the jukebox.

Look, I can't talk now.

Hey, that's not gonna be easy.

All right, where?

Yeah, I know it. The garage at Tucker
and 9th.

Okay, 11th.

What?

Tony, check the kitchen.

She split.

Why are they after our chicks?

Could be they aren't choosy.

Could be they are.

Either way, we better find out before
they stop missing.

Don't quit on me now. I'm telling you,
Tina has some answers. She just doesn't

know it.

I've got to talk to her alone. She's not
going to open up if you're there. So

talk to her in the morning. The morning
may be too late.

It's already too late.

They're using our chicks for target
practice. I had to send the challenge.

Look, the whole thing could be a
mistake.

You yourself admitted that the car that
attacked Tina didn't even belong to the

horse. So what? So they ripped it off
from a used car lot. What else is new?

All right, let's get out of here. I just
rounded up a few more of these.

Where are they? In my van out in back.

Move it.

I don't want them there for the same
reason I don't want our dudes running

the street with guns shoved in their
belts.

That's just what Dean's cops are going
to be looking for, trying to find the

battlefield. They could even show up
here. All right, relax, man.

I just wanted to show them to you,
that's all.

All right.

Yeah.

Let's go.

Oh, no. Come on, grab my mattress. Put
it down. Fast.

Come on. Come on.

This guy's like Park T.

I really missed you, baby.

When I heard about Marco, I wanted to
come right over. I should have been

with you and your ma.

I know I wanted to call, but I was so
afraid.

So stupid.

We've got to get away from here before
it's too late. I know. I tried to reach

my uncle up in Fresno, but he's out of
town or something.

I heard Duke and the guys talking war.

You said there wouldn't be any more.
That was before the Scorpions challenged

us. Now, I don't have any choice.

It was Duke's job to keep the lid on his
troops.

He was until someone tried to kill me
tonight.

What?

Someone in a car took a shot at me.

You think it was one of my people?

Who else?

I don't know.

Maybe it's somebody he wanted with
Rumble to happen.

Easy, Max.

I'm clean.

He was in the diner when you called. He
must have followed me.

Well, it certainly explains the beef
between you and Marco, huh, Max?

He found out about you two, and he
didn't want to admit that his own sister

seeing the captain of the Hawks, and you
certainly didn't want the other Hawks

to know, right?

So you had to kill him. No.

We love each other. Max wouldn't kill my
brother. Maybe it wasn't on purpose.

Maybe Max was waiting in the house for
you, Marco walked in, and maybe it was

self -defense.

Wait a minute.

I don't ever go near scorpion turfs, so
forget about their houses.

I'm the prize every scorpion punk is
trying to blow away.

Can't you understand? I'm the reason he
went along with my brother and Duke.

That's why there hasn't been a war for
months.

He loves me.

But he could never have you unless he
got rid of Marco.

That's a heavy motive.

You're not hanging this on me, man.

Max, no.

You saved my life at the diner.

Okay.

Bedtime.

Did you tell anybody about us?

I'll find you, man.

Hello. What a great bedroom voice. You
know, you ought to use it at the office.

J .R.? Is that you?

Are you all right?

Listen, I'm sorry to wake you, but I
couldn't get an answer at Barnaby's.

I should be still at headquarters
talking to Lieutenant Middle.

Are you all right?

So far. Has Barnaby gone over the
reports on Marco's murder?

Yes. I don't know if there'll be much
help except that the bullet came from a

.22 caliber pistol and the powder burns
established that he was shot at close

range. Did Marco have a gun?

Yes, but it was found in his belt,
unfired.

Looks like Marco either knew the killer
or he didn't get a chance to pull it.

Betty, do me a favor. Run a make on a
guy named Max Tate.

And I need it, you know, yesterday.

Max Tate, right. Anything else?

Yeah, you could pray a little.

J .R., is there anything you want me to
tell Barnaby?

Tell Barnaby that I got loose, that I'm
running out of time and the war could

pop any minute.

J .R.

Don't worry.

I'll talk to you later, okay?

Yeah. Goodbye.

All right.

Nice of you to leave soldiers' wheels
where we could spot them.

Well, fellas, you win some and you lose
some.

What are you doing here?

I was looking for a new car.

You know, his crate isn't exactly in tip
-top shape.

Stone, I think he came here to call the
cops.

Oh, that's okay, because they got a
surprise waiting for him.

A dead one.

You listen to me. You blow me up here,
and Barnaby Jones will have the whole

police force right down on you guys.

He's right, Vic.

Duke said if we have to waste him, we do
it on the battlefield.

What do you mean, if?

What's he gonna do by noon tomorrow?

We've nothing now.

Noon tomorrow? What do you mean, a war
set?

What are you worried about?

You ain't going to be around to see it.
Cool it, Vic.

You're not number one yet.

Maybe not yet.

But Duke's losing his guts.

And most of the guys ain't digging it.

Okay.

You're off the hook tonight, Turkey.

But tomorrow, you're dead meat.

Duke, I found out something last night.

There's a long shot chance I can still
find the killer if you cut me loose.

Oh, sure. And you go right to the cops,
right?

Oh, come on. I could have done that last
night, but I didn't.

Besides, I don't even know where your
war's gonna be.

You think I'm stupid, J .R.? No, I don't
think you're stupid. Look, I'll make a

deal with you.

You cut me loose, I'll be back here by
11 .30. Now, if I get lucky, I'll have

all the proof we need. Either way, I'll
come back.

That's less than two hours.

I told you it's a long shot.

How do I know you'll be back?

Only my word.

You go to the cops, I'm dead.

My own troops will take me down.

Come on, I promise it's worth the
gamble.

I'm gonna need a car.

Take soldiers.

It won't be the first time. Go ahead.

Barnaby Jones Investigations, ma 'am.
I'll help you.

Betty, J .R., if Barnaby is there, put
him on, okay? Right.

It's J .R.

Stay on the line.

Bernadette, where are you?

Barnaby, there's no time. The gang war
is at 12 noon.

Where? I don't know.

Why don't you come over to Lieutenant
Biddle's office? Maybe we can help him

track it down.

Barnaby, I can't. Duke put his back to
the wall letting me go, and I'm chasing

good lead.

Well, how can we help?

Did you get anything on Max Tate?

I have his rap sheet right here.

He's an ex -convict, been back on the
street almost a year after serving a

minimum sentence for assault.

Any family, Betty?

Not locally, but there's a person listed
to be notified in case of an emergency.

Sherry Gordon. Hold it, wait a minute.
Sherry Gordon.

Is there an address there?

Yeah, 1441 Bower Street.

Jedediah, do you know where Duke is now?

Yeah, I left him at a condemned building
on the corner of 8th and Center.

He's going to be there till 11 .30, but
I gave him my promise, Barnaby, that I

wouldn't tip the police.

I don't think they could get anything
out of him, even if you did.

Did you make any promises about me?

Uh, no.

I think you have the makings of a good
lawyer.

There are times when you are downright
sneaky.

Yeah, but always in a good cause.

I'll talk to you later.

Goodbye.

Betty, call Lieutenant Biddle and tell
him the Hawks and the Scorpions are

to war at noon, but we don't know where.

Maybe his men can squeeze a little
harder and find out.

Where will you be? I'll be keeping a
close eye on Duke. I don't think they'll

start the war without him.

Hi.

Decided to accept your invitation.

You should have phoned first.

Well, this way it'll be more fun.

Hey, I'm over here.

Sure, you want me to tell you where
you're really at?

You're up to your eyeballs in Marco's
murder.

What, do you want some kind of a trip?

Look, I don't know where you're coming
from.

Right here.

You used to be Max's old lady, huh?

He's past history.

Not to you.

He served his time, and then he dumped
you for Tina Wilson, and you couldn't

handle it.

Who's Tina Wilson?

Oh, come on.

The girl you tried to shoot last night,
and I'm betting that the proof is still

in this apartment.

You know, you have no right going
through my stuff. You're not a cop.

You're right. I'm not a cop.

I'm just a guy who doesn't want to see
any more people get killed.

So hot about that leather jacket.

It's the same color I saw on the person
who tried to shoot Tina last night.

It's Max's.

You can see it's a guy's jacket.

Yeah, I can see it's a guy's jacket.
What's it doing in your closet?

He left it here last night.

All right, why don't you get some
clothes on and we'll ask him.

This tears it, man. All right, just hear
me out first.

He's working for the Scorpions, Matt.
Kill him.

Sherry killed Marco.

She tried to kill Tina because she was
jealous. The whole war is a mistake.

Why would she snuff Marco?

She didn't mean to. She was waiting
there for Tina, and Marco walked in on

Marco wouldn't let a chick take him.
Look, the coroner's report said that he

shot at close range. The police report
said he didn't even have a chance to get

his gun out, which would mean that he
was trying to take Sherry's away, and it

went off by accident.

I don't buy it. I still say one of the
Scorpions got Marco.

Max, listen to me. It doesn't make
sense.

Look, the killer made a lot of noise
breaking glass to get in.

Now, you know that anyone in the gang
would have used a plastic credit card to

jimmy the door open. Besides, the whole
M .O. was wrong for a gang hit.

It had to be a personal motive. Now,
look, I think this jacket was worn by

whoever tried to shoot Tina.

Now, Sherry says that you left it here
last night.

You said you lost this when I was in the
flammer.

Why couldn't you let go?

I told you I was sorry. You promised to
marry me.

When I got out, it just didn't click
anymore.

We were fine until Tina came along.

It's all her fault.

I never meant to shoot Marco.

I think the gun is probably still in
this apartment somewhere.

All right, now, unless that's been
reloaded, there's one round in there

from last night.

11 .45.

I better call the cops, see if they can
stop that. No, no, nobody calls the

cops. All right, but it's up to us,
okay? Okay. I don't have much time. I

hurry. That seems to be the name of the
game around here. Come on, Sherry.

Come on.

I want to take him before the magician
shows up.

Duke isn't here yet either.

Who needs him, man?

Lieutenant Biddle, please.

Let's head in before the magician gets
here. That way we get the edge.

Don't sweat it, Vic. I want to have a
final head -to -head with Max first.

Yeah.

Lieutenant, I hope your men are coming
code three.

I'm going to be awfully lonely down
there.

Yeah.

Young lady.

don't go down there don't try and stop
me please all right if you stay with me

so where's this

jr punk i told you he's my problem man
you let him split you hear that

duke let this private detective split
you know what that means he's gonna rat

everyone in his gang I say let's take
the hawks now and cut out of here before

this place is full of cops. Let's go.

The war is off.

Yeah? The Hawks didn't kill Marco
Wilson.

They didn't try to blow up any scorpion
chick.

Well, then who did?

It was a girl. She's going to be turned
over to the police.

Hey, they're lying.

Max and Duke are running a number with
this turkey.

No, it's the truth.

I don't want anyone else getting hurt.

i think a public handshake would
probably break this thing up

look

why don't you just consider it my fee
okay

Talk to my associate Jedediah Jones. I
think he has a lady for you to take into

custody

That's

pretty close call gentlemen too close
for me man, I'm hanging it up with the

Hawks the city

My uncle's got a farm up in Fresno.

Told me I could come up there and help
him out after I graduated from the

slammer.

Now I'm going to take him up on it.

I think I'm going to like it up in the
country.

How about you, Duke? You bet up too?

All the way, Barnaby.

But my relatives don't want me any
closer than the telephone.

Anyway, I figure the Scorpions are my
real family.

And they made a move in the right
direction now. I think I'll just stick

and help them keep their heads straight.

That's a break for them.

Some of them deserve a lot more than I
can do.

Like Doc Evans. The kid ought to be in
college. He'll make a hell of a doctor

someday. Ask J .R. about him.

I will.

And I might need your help again if I
ever get in a bind.

If you're tied up, maybe you could spare
J .R.

Because he's practically a member of the
gang now.

Still can't count on it.

Except for one thing.

I'm a real coward when it comes to
tattoos.

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