All language subtitles for Barnaby Jones s07e22 Child Of Love, Child Of Vegeance 1

Barnaby Jones, a Quinn Martin
production.

Starring Buddy Ebsen.

Also starring Lee Merriweather.

Mark Scherer.

With guest stars Pat Hingle.

Joanne Linville.

Eileen Graff.

Rennie Jarrett.

Susan Mullen.

With special guest star, Marlon Mason.

Tonight's episode, Child of Love, Child
of Vengeance, Part One.

Adam, hello.

Hello, Betty.

Is Barnaby?

Oh, Barnaby.

I'm glad I caught you.

Lawrence, you caught us just 20 seconds
before lights out.

Well, I was driving by and thought I'd
take a chance.

Did you get another threatening phone
call?

Yes. Oh, dear.

You recognize the voice this time?

No.

Not at all.

Well, Lawrence, as I told you this
morning, we're going to get right on

First thing tomorrow.

No.

I mean, uh... Well, that's why I'm here.

I want you to forget all about this.
I've changed my mind.

Well, whoa. Now, uh... Your life has
been threatened.

You can't just shut the door on that or
they'll start coming in through the

windows. That's exactly what I'm gonna
do, Barnaby.

Close the door on everything for a
while.

Take them to leave by absence.

Maria's already made the reservations.

We're flying to Portugal in the morning.

Look, Barnaby, they must be following
me.

They know I came to see you this
morning. Do you think your going away is

to make this go away?

I don't know.

I don't know whether the threats are
against me personally or against the

Nettleson Corporation legal staff or the
corporation in general.

Well, just give us a list of names and
we'll start at the top. No, I mean it.

Marie and I haven't had a vacation in
ten years, and we're taking it. Well, I

can't argue with that.

Ten years is a long time to go without
baiting a hook.

Oh, Barnaby, not every vacation is a
fishing trip.

Well, have a good trip, Lawrence. Thank
you, Barnaby.

Marie and I will send you a card from
the Azores that will fill you both with

envy and resentment.

Ah, I am envious already.

Bye -bye.

Bye.

Easy. Just take it easy. What are you
doing here?

What do you want? Keep it down.

We gave you one little simple piece of
advice.

You didn't take it.

You went back to that detective.

And we don't like that.

Who's we?

Who are you?

We are the protectors of the cleansed.

Guardians of the newborn spirit.

That's the same kind of rubbish you've
been telling me on the telephone. Talk

sense. We're teachers.

And we're going to teach you to mind
your own business.

Now, wait.

Wait just a minute.

I did go to see Jones. You're right.

But I went there to tell him that I
didn't want any investigation.

That's the truth.

Good. Good. We're glad to hear that.

But just so that you don't change your
mind again tomorrow,

we're going to leave you with a little
pain to remember us

by. No.

No, stay back!

Adams said he'd received threats on his
life and you'd been investigating.

Well, we never really got started.

He came over yesterday and hired us. He
came over last night and called us off.

According to Mrs. Adams, he had no idea
who had been threatening him. And you

don't think that that should kill him?

It doesn't fit, Barnaby.

If someone had been waiting in there to
kill him, they'd have had the gun.

And an expensive watch his wife gave
him, his wallet, money clip, all are

missing. Mightn't the killer have taken
those things in order to make it look

like robbery?

Maybe. There's been a whole rash of
burglaries in this neighborhood the past

three or four months.

I have an idea that when burglary
division gets a man, we'll have the one

got panicked into killing Adams.

John, somehow I have the feeling this
isn't going to let Lawrence Adams

rest in peace.

If you uncover anything, I'd like to be
the second or third to know. You always

are, Lieutenant.

Well, just checking my place in line.

Lawrence always said the agony of the
law was in the constant delays.

Something from Shakespeare, I think.

Hamlet, the pangs of deprived love, the
law's delay.

Lawrence loved Shakespeare.

He said it kept him mindful that the
monumental tragedies and problems were

a modern invention.

Who did this, Barnaby? I don't know,
Marie.

I want to find out.

Did he mention any names to you at all?

No.

Is there any particular case he could
have been working on that might have

caused somebody to threaten him?

He never brought his battles home with
him.

This was his sanctuary.

Oh, he was a fierce fighter in court.

I've seen him.

Is there anyone at his office who might
know the details of the cases he was

working on?

Yes.

Lawrence was very impressed with a young
lawyer who came to work for him just

last year.

Her name is Stephanie Capello.

Stephanie Capello. You know, that's a
pretty name.

It's got a ring to it. Yeah, so does the
telephone.

You could have called and told me you
were coming. I'm sorry. We're just

pressed for time. Where is Barnaby?

Oh, never mind what I say today.

I'm just some damn mad and sad and hurt.
I don't know whether to scream or cry

or get drunk.

And I don't even drink.

She was so nice to me.

Rough, demanding, intolerant of error.

So perfect to the boss.

Who in God's name could have done this?

Well, speaking of bosses, here's mine.

Barnaby Jones, Stephanie Capella.

How do you do?

Mr. Jones.

Warnaby, Stephanie's been up north all
this week getting depositions in

connection with the union troubles at
the paper mill. She hadn't even heard

about the threats against Mr. Adams.

It's incredible.

Oh, I hate that word. It's insane.

Maybe that's what we're looking for.

Somebody insane enough to want to settle
out of court this way.

Mr. Adams said that the Nettleson
Corporation had some problems this year.

If you want to buy this building, this
would be a good time to make an offer.

Wildcat strikes at the paper mill have
just about forced the publishing

to print everything in red ink.

Then there was a whole rash of food
poisonings at Nettleson Hotels. You

your boss was right in the middle of all
this litigation. Isn't there anybody in

particular you could think of who might
have gotten mad enough to want to kill

him?

Now, J .R., I've been thinking since you
came in.

All this stuff has been dragging on for
a couple of years.

Nothing recently to precipitate a sudden
barrage of threats.

Which makes me wonder.

Well, wonder out loud. We're listening.

Well... Three or four weeks ago, we were
asked to find a missing girl.

Girl? Well, she's 25 now. She's a woman.

Who is she?

When she ran away as a teenager, her
name was Diana Scott.

Who wants her found?

Mr. Adams never said.

I asked, but he ignored me.

Which meant, don't ask.

Any luck?

Some. She took to the streets when she
ran away. I got a lead on this gal she

lived with up until five, six years ago.
A semi -pro, I think you'd call her.

Candy Kane.

You talk to her?

No. She works in this crummy massage
parlor. It was her day off when Mr.

and I went there.

Well, Jedediah, how's that pressure in
the back of your neck?

Oh, nothing that a brisk massage by
Candy Cane wouldn't cure.

I think you'd better go with him. He
looks like he falls in love easily.

And I would still like to find Diana
Scott.

Thank you. Thanks.

Love you.

Of all the sounds on earth, the most
pleasant to hear.

Love you.

I was told it's all right to come back
from the dorms now.

Yes, my child, it's all right now.

We have quieted the troubled waters.
It's safe again.

Be at home.

Thank you.

Tell me, are you grooming Diana Scott as
my replacement, or will spiritual

awakening soon permit the taking of two
wives?

My dear Eve, is there still room in your
heart for such thoughts?

I'm sorry.

It's all right.

Paul and Jamie?

Yes. I should talk to them.

Paul.

Jamie.

Things didn't go quite as expected.

No. Well, you did what had to be done.

To guard the flock, to save the lamb,
sometimes we must slay the lion.

Now, are you sure this puts an end to
it?

Absolutely. What about that detective he
hired?

Jones? Through.

Probably.

The papers made it look convincing.

Be sure, Paul.

We can't jeopardize all of this because
of one unfortunate accident.

Sir, I don't think you have anything to
worry about.

Jamie, nothing like this has ever
happened before, and I do worry.

We'll see about it.

You know anything about these places,
Jedediah?

That's funny, Barnaby. I was just about
to ask you the same question.

Where are you now?

Hello.

We got a license. It's hanging right
there in plain view.

Oh, good.

We just want to visit with one of your
staff, Miss Candy Cane, I believe. Yeah,

they got a license, Barnaby.

Both of you?

Yeah, both of us.

Did one of our clients recommend you?

No, no.

It was my doctor.

Actually, it was his doctor.

If Miss Kane's busy, we'll wait. We just
want to talk with her.

First door on the left.

Talk fast. She's got an appointment due.

Thank you.

You candy?

Yeah.

Hey, did you guys talk to Ed now up
front?

Yeah, we did. We just want to talk to
you, okay?

No, not okay.

Time's money.

How much?

How long?

Two minutes. Won't hurt a bit.

Ten bucks, and I'm being easy.

Here's 15.

You don't go and tell Ed anything about
this.

Not a word, not a word.

My name's Barnaby Jones. I'm a private
investigator.

This is my associate, Jedediah Jones.

Who cares? Meter's running, guys.

Hey, you're kind of cute.

We're looking for a young lady named
Diana Scott.

I understand she used to be a friend of
yours.

You mean Dina Scott?

Yeah, Dina or Diana could be the same
person. Do you know her?

Oh, yeah.

Way on back.

I mean, she was really a messed up kid.
You know what I mean? I think she came

from Santa Barbara.

Yeah, Santa Barbara.

Her old man died or something, and she
couldn't handle it, so she split.

That's when she got into the life,
started hustling on street corners.

When's the last time you saw her?

Wow.

Five, maybe six years ago.

She got conned by those big religious
freaks out at that big center,

whatchamacallit place.

Oh, you know, it's in the papers all the
time, out there in the boonies.

The Center for Spiritual Awakening?

Yeah, that's it.

They must have done a real number on
her. You know if she's still there?

Well, kind of guess she is.

Maybe.

Well, kind of maybe. Why do you think
so?

Well... I have this other friend, see,
Claire Boyers.

And anyway, Claire went the fresh air
route with these freaks, too.

Now she runs this landscape business
somewhere in West LA. Anyways, I ran

Claire out in the supermarket and... Do
you know what?

She tried to lay the message on me. Can
you believe it? She tried to give me the

religion ticket right there at the
potato chip rack.

You were saying about Diana Scott.

Yeah.

Well, Claire said that Dina was still
out there at the place when she left a

year ago, still picking cabbages or
something and trying to save her soul.

Thank you very much, miss.

You've been a big help.

Listen.

She could have made something of
herself, you know.

I mean, if she'd stuck with me and got
herself together.

See these hands?

These hands are worth a fortune.

You're not going to find these hands
picking cabbages.

I got my act together.

I guess it's about time for us to get
our act together. See if you can locate

this Claire Boyers that runs the
landscape service.

Shouldn't be too hard to do. You see
these hands?

You can see them work the yellow pages.

I'll send Betty over to Santa Barbara to
try to locate the right Scots.

What about the Center for Spiritual
Awakening?

I used to get literature from them.

They have a very fine reputation.

I'll find out who's in charge and pay
him a visit.

Yes, sir.

My name is Barnaby Jones. I have an
appointment with Mrs. Eve Garrison.

Welcome, Mr. Jones. You're expected.

Thank you very much.

I want to thank you for making this
appointment with me.

You said it was a matter of how
important to one of our members.

I'm a private investigator, Mrs.
Garrison.

I know.

I took the liberty of determining that
after you called.

Just a precaution. Fair enough.

In connection with the case I'm working
on, it's necessary that I find a certain

Diana Scott.

She was here as recently as a year ago.

She may have used the name Dina Scott.

Well, the name doesn't sound familiar,
but it's a simple enough matter to find

out. Our records are kept in our
downtown offices.

A few thousand have passed through here
in recent years. I'm amazed I remember

as many names as I do.

Yes. Yes, this is Mrs. Garrison. May I
have the records office, please?

Is Mr. Jones there?

Yes. Records.

Thank you.

Yes, this is Mrs. Garrison. I wonder if
you could see if we have a card on a...

I'm sorry.

Diana Scott.

She was about 25.

Diana Scott.

Who? Diana Scott.

25, maybe.

Yes, I'll wait.

I'd make it four years.

We're having computers installed. It
would be a big help.

Yes, that's it.

I see.

Any forwarding data?

All right. Thank you very much.

There was a Diana Scott here, but she
withdrew four years ago.

and our records show no further contact
on her. No forwarding address at all?

No. I'll be glad to ask around to see if
anyone might remember her, but, well,

I'm afraid our center isn't for
everybody.

Well, I don't mind walking around asking
a few questions. That's my business,

you know. Oh, well, we'd prefer if you
didn't do that, Mr. Jones. It's not that

we have any secrets here.

It's just that, well, many of the people
here now are neophytes.

And we like not to disturb their
sanctuary while they're just beginning

concentrate on worthwhile objectives in
their lives.

It can be very difficult for many of
them at first.

I feel the same way about fishing, Mrs.
Garrison.

If you do happen to hear from Diana
Scott, here's my card.

Well, I'll certainly keep in touch.

May I ask a return favor?

You bet.

In your line of work, I imagine you come
across any number of people in all

kinds of trouble.

Please keep us in mind.

Our center has had great success in
helping such people find new hope and

direction in their lives.

So I've heard.

You see, I took the liberty of checking
you out beforehand, too, Mrs. Garrison.

Thank you very much. Not at all.

Now you're not busy anymore.

You didn't have to do that. Thank you. I
was glad to. You know, I'm getting used

to paying for information.

It cost me ten bucks in a massage parlor
to find you.

You don't mean it. Candy cane?

Sweet as they come.

She said that you've seen Diana Scott as
recently as a year ago.

Well, that's about right. I left the
center just a year ago. And already I'm

entrepreneur. You were at the center?

Confessions of a teenage alcoholic, Mr.
Jones.

In fact, the first time they tried to
talk to me about the center, I hit

over the head with a wine bottle.

I don't even remember who it was.

It's hard to believe.

I found a whole new way to go.

I owe them my life.

Life and business are good now.

Pretty nice place I have here, don't you
think?

Well, with a green thumb like you've
got, it can do nothing but grow.

Well, I get my best nursery stock from
the center.

It's the best there is.

The trees get a lot of gentle talking to
you while they're growing.

Do you believe in that?

I can't argue with results.

What about Diana Scott? Do you think she
did as well as you did at the center?

I really didn't know her very well.

Mr. Garrison sort of took her under his
wing.

Administration, if that's the right
word.

I got hooked on the outdoors.

So for all you know, she could still be
there.

Why don't you go and ask?

Well, I think that's where my boss is
now, doing just that.

Well, then, unless you want to come
along and let me show you how to replant

garden, I really don't think I can do
any more for you today.

Have you talked to these flowers while
you're planting them?

Constantly. Oh, good. I want to ask you
something.

What's that?

Can they tell if you're lying to them?

Of course, can't you?

Somebody's lying.

Question is who?

Well, the center records say that Diana
Scott left four years ago. Now, Claire

Boyers said that she was there only last
year. I think the center records are

lying. Why not your friend who talks to
flowers?

Claire Boyers, I don't think she's the
type.

Well, if the Center for Spiritual
Awakening did get a hold of the

Miss Scott and turn her around, what
reason in the world would they have for

wanting to keep it a secret?

A lot of questions, no answers.

The big question is,

Did Diana Scott's disappearance have
anything to do with Lawrence Adams'

Well, not according to Mrs. Scott, who
never even heard of Lawrence Adams.

Mrs. Eleanor Scott of Santa Barbara and
her late husband adopted Diana when she

was a baby.

Apparently, Diana didn't learn of her
adoption until Mr. Scott died

unexpectedly.

If I could gather, it hit the girl
pretty hard.

She went wild.

Ran away from home.

Got into a lot of trouble. In and out of
juvenile homes.

Then just disappeared.

Mrs. Scott doesn't have any idea where
she is.

And from what I could gather from the
tone of her voice, she really couldn't

care less.

Nobody cared.

The question is who.

Well, gentlemen.

That is why they make tomorrows. So that
we don't have to do everything today.

I am going to pack it in.

Did I die?

Tomorrow we start working backwards.

Yeah.

See if Stephanie can tell us who put the
wanted notice on on Diana Scott.

Oh, yes.

Yes, my heart just wants some tummy.

Who could have done this?

Well, whoever did it answered one
question.

Lawrence Adams wasn't mugged, it was
murdered.

I'd say that when we find Diana Scott,
we'll find out why.

It's got to be a memo, a note,
something.

What kind of role is that?

Bluebird dainer.

Good. I just wanted to make sure I got
what I paid for.

Tell you what, I'll make it up to you.
I'll take you to dinner tonight. How's

that sound? Is that fair?

That's fairly impossible.

I'm working tonight.

I feel like a ghoul going through Mr.
Adams' personal papers like this.

Tomorrow night.

Oh, I've been invited with a group to go
sailing down to King Harbor tomorrow

night. Sailing? I love sailing. I even
had a come about and all that, you know,

stuff. I bet you do. Anyone who can come
on like you do certainly would know how

to come about.

I was just trying to be friendly.

You asked me to help you.

A -ha.

What a -ha?

Well, it's not much, but at least it has
her name on it.

From the desk of Lawrence Adams, Diana
Scott, locate.

Requested by MNC. Who's MNC?

It's me.

Yes. Uh, Willard?

It's Stephanie.

Oh, fine.

Uh, listen, I was going through some of
Mr. Adams' things, and I found a note on

some unfinished business requested by
someone with the initials MNC. You have

any idea who that might be?

Oh.

Well, thank you, Willard.

No, I'll take care of it.

Yeah, thanks.

So what'd he say?

MNC is Mimi Nettleson Childs.

Oh, boy.

How come a boy?

Well, she's the daughter of the late,
great Stuart Nettleson.

The Nettleson who laid the cornerstone?
Well, she's also the sister of Stuart

Jr., who now rules the empire.

Well, where does this Mimi Nettleson
child reside?

Oh, wait a minute.

Let me feel my way around this one just
a second.

Well, Stephanie, we're going to have to
talk to her.

Well, I think... they live in Montecito,
but her husband, Richard Childs, who

travels for the company a lot, I think
she spends most of her time here in L

at the Nettleson Castle.

Ah, Stephanie, you are truly a
lifesaver.

Look, now, if you plan on going out
there to bother the Nettlesons, just

tell them where you got this, okay?

Well, I hope you would like to
reconsider my...

invitation for dinner this evening.

I never heard such outrageous plea
bargaining.

Bring a couple of sandwiches to the law
library tonight.

You got a deal. You know, you'll find
I'm terrific at that research.

And so I

say to you, if you are within the sound
of my radio voice today,

You are within reach of a new way of
life.

Your own awakened spirit can provide all
the light you need to see new avenues

of success, new possibilities for
prosperity, and above all, a sense of

and well -being that belongs to each and
every one of you.

Belongs to you.

Reach out.

The best things in life, in the world,
belong to you.

printed copy of G. Wesley Garrison's
message today, or wish to make a

contribution to the work of the Center
for Spiritual Awakening, simply write to

us today.

Mr. Jones?

Very great pleasure, Mr. Garrison.

They handed me an note that you were
waiting to see me. I'm sorry to keep you

waiting. I assume, though, you got my
message.

The last part, anyway.

We can talk in my office.

We pipe it through the buildings on the
days that we tape.

Many of our members are too busy to
catch the regular broadcast.

We have 163 stations at the present
moment.

We started out with three.

Just shows you what can be done when you
release the energy of the spirit.

I didn't even... My wife said that she
had made a standing offer to you

to help any of your acquaintances who
might benefit from the center.

Don't tell me you already have a
candidate for us. No, this is in regard

young lady that we've been searching
for.

Oh, yes. One of our former members, I
think my wife said her name was Scott?

Diana Scott.

Yes. Well, the name didn't register with
me either, and that's unusual, because

ordinarily I'm very good at names.

There's something else unusual about it,
too, Mr. Garrison.

According to your records, Miss Scott
left the center about four years ago.

But another party that we've been
talking to feels sure that she was seen

retreat within the last year.

Oh?

Please, sit down, Mr. Jones.

Maybe I can help us here.

Miss Armstrong, will you bring me the
record card on a Diana Scott and check

make sure there aren't any more by that
same name?

Yes, possible.

This sounds like a mystery for a private
investigator.

Should be able to clear it up.

Who was it who said they thought they
knew this, Miss Scott?

Well, I don't like to say until I know a
little bit more.

Well, of course, I understand. I imagine
the whole nature of your work is quite

confidential. I just don't like to
involve people unnecessarily, Mr.

I understand.

Here's the card. There's only one.

Thank you.

Miss Armstrong.

I'm going to want to make a couple of
changes on the second page of the

copy before it goes to the printers.
That's as soon as I'm finished here.

sir. I'll hold it back. All right.

Well, as you can see, Mr. Jones, it was
a little over four years, in fact.

Sure enough.

You don't keep a great deal of
information about your members, do you,

Garrison? When people come to us
bankrupt in spirit, Mr. Jones, we don't

record of their past.

We start them off with a clean sheet.

And I guess some of them do leave while
the sheet's still clean. Yes.

Unfortunately.

All we can do is try.

If you'll forgive me, Mr. Jones, I think
I detect a note of suspicion, as though

you might be accusing us of hiding some
dark secret.

There are, of course, some people...

Who would like to discredit our work?
And perhaps this person that you prefer

keep anonymous is one of them.

No accusations, Mr. Garrison.

I'm just being cautious.

Since we first started looking for Miss
Scott, one man has been killed and my

own office has been firebound.

Good grief, Mr.

Jones. You certainly can't imagine that
dedicated members of our center could be

capable of such acts of violence.

Well, as you said, it's a mystery for a
private investigator.

Thank you very much for your time, Mr.
Garrison. Come back to see us on more

pleasant matters, I hope. I hope that'll
be possible.

Good day, Mr. Johnson.

Oh, boy.

Sorry, you all right?

No harm done.

Oh, paint.

How can you guys stand that?

That was a fast trip.

Well, Mrs. Scott is not much of a
talker.

You were saying?

Yeah, yeah. The person who requested
this search for Diana Scott was Mrs.

Nettleson Childs, who is the sister of
the guy who runs the Nettleson Empire.

Hmm.

Isn't getting any clearer, but it's
getting a lot more interesting, isn't

Why would a powerful family like the
Nettlesons be interested in a runaway

juvenile delinquent?

I take it your trip to Santa Barbara
didn't provide you with the answer to

question.

No, but it did provide us with a
photograph taken when she was 15.

I imagine she's changed a bit since
then.

Well, at least now we have a look at
what we're looking for.

Betty, see if you can set up a time for
me to have a talk with Mimi Nettleson

-Childs. Yeah, Stephanie says she spends
most of her time at the Nettleson

place. I think it's time we found out if
everyone's talking about the same Diana

Scott.

Let's get some lunch.

All right. Oh, wonderful idea.

Oh, cold from downstairs.

Keep an eye on the place, okay? Yeah,
thanks.

Uh, Wayne, why don't you go down and
bring up that other ladder, okay?

Yeah, that's Diana, all right.

You sure?

Well, there's a big difference between
you and the other Mr. Jones who was

but there's not that much difference
between this picture and the way Diana

looked the last time I saw her. Is that
a fact?

The center has a way of restoring, what
do they call it, the bloom of youth?

Some kind of magic.

It's not magic, Mr. Jones.

It's a miracle, believe me.

Well, if you're an example, I believe
you.

Thank you, Ms. Boyer.

You've been a great help.

You're welcome.

Jamie, Paul, hi, strangers.

Claire, listen, we got a little problem.

And we need a big favor.

Well, sure, what is it?

Hmm.

My, Mr. Jones, of course.

Oh, I am extremely distracted with poor
Lord

Adams.

But certainly that can help.

No connection at all with the tiny favor
that I had.

Do you think?

No, certainly he couldn't think that.

We're not sure, Mrs.

Childs, but it might help if we knew why
you asked him to locate Diana Scott.

Why?

Do you see that Mrs. Scott and I were
very close?

We were colleague friends.

And I heard that she was very distressed
over the disappearance of her daughter.

And I thought that the very least that I
could do was to use the resources

of the Nettleson legal firm and possibly

find her.

It was a favor for an old friend.

That's all.

Oh,

Stuart,

I didn't know you were still home.

Anything the matter?

Oh, no, dear. Mr.

Jones, this is my brother, Stuart
Nelson.

That's no business. Nothing to do.

I have to run. I told Inga not to plan
dinner before nine.

Please try to get a nap before then.

I will.

No use to trouble him.

He had trouble.

It was all important to him.

It seems that the... Nevelson kingdom
isn't quite as organized

as it was when Daddy was alive.

Mrs. Childs, was Mrs.

Scott in Santa Barbara aware that you're
trying to locate her daughter?

No.

Sure. She mustn't know, you see.

It was just a favor for a friend.

And she shouldn't know.

We won't take up any more of your time,
Mrs. Childs. Thank you.

Have you seen her ever?

The girl?

No, ma 'am.

But if we do, we'll let you know.

Oh, all right.

Bye. So start.

Oh,

man.

Can you imagine being that rich and that
depressed?

Just wondering if under all that
unhappiness, there might be the answer

of the questions we're asking.

Barnaby Jones?

Yes? Sergeant Glenn Keller, LAPD. I have
a warrant for your arrest, Mr. Jones.

Felonious assault.

What?

You have a right to remain silent.

You have a right to an attorney.

Anything you say may be held against you
in a court of law.

Tenet, it's a frame. You can see that.

Johnny, you don't believe that of
Barnaby.

Of course not.

But they've got a complainant,
witnesses, and a warrant. Now give me a

find out what happened. I'll tell you
what happened. We got too close to

this Diana Scott who nobody wanted us to
find. So somebody thought they'd take

Barnaby out of the picture. That's what
happened.

All right, J .R.

You've explained it all to me. Now let
me sort it out. The law is the law.

Well, you're out.

Out and out of business.

I guess you have my pistol and license.

Barnaby, I'm sorry.

But please, don't make it any rougher.

Lay off this thing right now. Let us
look into it. Great, you're still

for the burglar who killed Lawrence
Adams.

Easy, Jedediah.

That young lady took quite a beating,
didn't she?

Look, Barnaby, I don't for one minute
think you did that.

I mean that someone is willing to go to
pretty painful extremes to do this. And

it all ties into the Lawrence Adams
murder, you know? No, I don't know.

And neither do you.

But if it does, we'll find out about it.

Right now, your license has just been
suspended. So go fishing. Do something.

Just don't do anything that'll get your
license revoked for good.

You're not working for Mrs. Adams
anymore.

Of course not, John.

I'm a private citizen.

Wrongly accused.

Gotta clear my name.

You don't need a license to do that, do
you?

Oh, I really don't know.

Perhaps I'd better come back when the
owner is here.

Miss Boyer should be back any time.

But I'm sure we can handle it.

Well, it's a rather large project.

We do have 42 units, and each of them
has its own private little garden.

I would really hate to start with a
service and then find out that they

deliver.

Don't let our looks fool you. I mean,
we're backed by a pretty big outfit.

You mean this is just a branch?

No. We're really part of hub building
maintenance.

It's one of the biggest in the city.

I mean, if we need more men to do the
work, we've got them. Just like that.

Hub. I don't believe I've ever heard of
them.

Everything from top to bottom.

We have maintenance, remodeling,
landscaping. We do it all.

Well, I have two more appointments.

I'll tell you what. I'll call you. Hang
on for a moment. Claire.

This is Ms.

Jameson. She manages the condominium
project, about 42 units in the West

I was just telling her about our
services.

Thank you.

How do you do? Oh, my, that's a nasty
bruise. Oh, it was just an accident.

Would you like me to come out and give
you an estimate?

You know, I know how you feel.

I fell a year ago. Well, it still gives
me pain.

But it was discolored for over a week.
How did you get yours?

Just a little careless.

A car accident?

Yes, an accident.

It's not serious, really.

Do you presently have landscape service?

Well, yes.

Yes, we do. But, well, I'd rather they
not know that we're dissatisfied with

them until we, you know, find another.

Oh, sure. Listen, I really must fly. I
have your number, and I'll call you in a

couple of days if I decide to have an
estimate.

All right? Fine. Nice to meet you. Bye
-bye.

Who was that?

Why?

I wish I'd had a good look.

Man, I swear I'd seen her somewhere
before.

Hey, what are you doing? Come on.

I ought to call a cop.

Thought it was my car. It looked like my
car, huh?

All right, enough with the hands.

You don't even own a car.

Okay, all right.

Look, pal, why don't you do yourself a
big favor today and take a nice long

walk? I'm walking, I'm walking, I'm
walking.

Anyway, I thought this was supposed to
be a place to help people, you know.

What's with the stiff arm, man? How
about a couple of bucks or some spare

change? About five seconds. I'm going to
get real on friend. I'm moving. Wait a

minute, Nick.

Wait a minute.

Do you want help?

Who are you?

It isn't important who I am. What
matters is who you are, who you think

who you want to be.

Oh, man, don't give me any sermons, will
you, please? You want to help me out?

Give me a couple of bucks and I'm gone.

I can offer you much more than that,
young man. I can offer you a whole new

of life.

I already got a whole new way of life.
What's the story?

No story. You just come with me.

Learn who you are, who you can be.

And then if you find it doesn't make
sense to you, well, you just go your own

way, live in cars, wherever you want to.

No kidding, huh? No kidding.

Did that come with a meal?

Man, I'm so empty inside, I got an echo.

We have food for both the body and the
spirit, young man.

The conclusion of this episode will be
seen next on Barnaby Jones.