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(theme music playing)

Starring Buddy Ebsen.

Also starring Lee Meriwether.

With guest stars:

Geraldine Brooks,

Jerry Houser,

Andrew Parks.

(overlapping chatter and laughter)

WOMAN: Hey, fellas, come on, now.

Come on. You're supposed to be seniors.

Stop horsing around.

We'll never get finished in here.

Lot of tables still need chairs, you know.

Oh, put Mrs. Ogden next to the minister.

Maybe he can shame her

into buying some tickets for the tennis fund.

I certainly couldn't

even though I am headmistress.

Don't forget those flowers.

Tomorrow morning first thing, hear?

Oh, Janet?

Yes?

Your brother.

Thanks, Victor.

George. Hi.

Looks very nice. Oh, hope so.

Oh, I found ten of these medieval histories you wanted.

Now, if you need anymore, I-I...

George, those are very heavy, and ten is fine.

But why don't you get one of the boys to help you?

Oh, no, no.

They have their job and I have mine.

I think I've been sober long enough to carry my own weight

and ten medieval histories.

George?

Thank you.

I'll put them in the office.

Right.

(background chatter)

Ladies and gentlemen.

I think we've done about all we can for tonight.

And, um, some of you have some midterm exams

to study for.

Thank you.

(clattering)

Paul.

What are you doing here?

Boy, boy, you gave me a scare, Mr. Enright,

What are you doing here, Paul?

Come on out.

Come on.

Well, I'm, I'm working student desk this week.

I-I-I came back

'cause...'cause I left a book.

I-I-I'm cramming for exams, so I gotta go.

You opened the private file, didn't you, Paul?

Where'd you learn the combination?

I didn't take the money! All right, please, Paul.

I think we'd better go talk to my sister

I didn't take anything, Mr. Enright. about this right now.

Paul! Paul! I didn't take anything!

Charles...

What's the rush?

You got it, didn't you? Charles, listen.

George Enright caught me at it.

It's awful. We gotta get help.

Haste makes waste, Paul.

Now, tell me again, without the emotional embellishment.

I didn't mean to.

Tell me, Paul.

What's awful?

I... I think I killed him.

You think?

You know, if you're ever gonna be a newspaperman,

always make sure of the facts.

Come on.

Back to the scene of the crime.

Well, Paul...

this makes you the first murderer I've ever known.

(crying)

I'm gonna call the police.

Operator...

Your mouth is dry, dear boy.

The adrenaline is short-circuiting your brain,

and you'll botch everything.

The police, bumbling as they are,

will ask questions.

"What were you doing there, Paul Thayer?

"And your buddy, your pal, Charles Lomax...

What brought him to the headmistress's office?"

Do you want to tell them all that, Paul?

What are we gonna do?

Hang in there, Paul.

You take the head.

I'll take the feet.

Come on, Paul.

He won't bite you.

(boys grunting)

(car passing by)

Bottle.

(crickets chirping)

Let that be a lesson to you.

That's what happens to alcoholics

who can't stay away from their booze. (cries)

They get into all kinds of terrible accidents.

Sometimes fatal.

MINISTER: "And there shall be no night there.

"And they need no candle.

"Neither light of the sun.

"For the Lord God giveth him light

"and they shall reign forever and ever.

"And He said unto me, 'These things are faithful and true."

"'And the Lord God of the Holy Prophet sent His angel

"'to show unto His servants the things which must be true.

"'Behold, I come quickly.

"'Blessed is he that keepeth the sayings

of the prophecy of this book.'"

Amen.

If there's anything I can do, would you let me know, Janet?

Oh, of course, Ron. Thank you.

Okay. Thank you.

(shutter clicks)

Well...

Are you all right, Janet?

Oh, I'm fine. Thank you.

It was a lovely service.

I appreciate it. I'll call on you later.

All right. Sure, now?

Go on. Get out of here. I'm fine.

Barnaby Jones?

Yes, Miss Enright.

You, uh, have my sympathy, Miss Enright.

I didn't know if I should come now or...

I'm glad you did.

I want my brother's name cleared,

whatever it may cost.

Just as I was driving through town,

I stopped and had a talk with, uh, Lieutenant Roth.

And did he convince you that George stole that money?

Well, let's say he, uh,

he made a good start.

Mr. Jones,

Lieutenant Roth didn't know my brother.

I'd like to tell you about him.

This was George.

(sniffling)

He loved books.

When we agreed that I take control of the school,

he insisted on earning his keep, as he put it,

by staying on as our librarian.

Am I right...

In your statement to the police, you said

that you brother gave up drinking about eight months ago?

Yes.

As soon as I'd officially taken over the school.

I assumed that he just no longer needed whiskey

as an escape from responsibility.

What do you figure set him off drinking that night?

I don't know how George got to the cliff.

I don't know how the whiskey got on him.

I don't know how the money

from the tennis fund got into his pockets.

I only know one thing:

My brother...

He didn't need to steal.

Look, look,

this shelf here.

All first editions.

This set of, uh, Longfellow alone.

It's worth thousands.

If my brother wanted money,

for liquor or anything else,

he could've sold it.

Was the man who lived here a thief?

This is called doubles, Lomax.

Now, in doubles, you let your partner hit the ball

when it comes into his side of the court.

Okay?

Oh, good Lord.

Midyear finals here all next week

and then the SATs.

Then the University of California stuff.

What difference does it make?

You're gonna flunk 'em all anyway.

Everything under control, Eddie?

Paul? Yeah, no sweat, ma'am.

Here.

Mr. Cater, please, you take this booklet

and you read it carefully at your leisure

and if you have any questions, any questions whatsoever,

you don't hesitate to ask anyone in this office.

Okay?

Oh, Paul, we'll need, uh...

Oh, Janet.

I didn't think you'd be in today.

Why, I can handle anything that comes up.

No, I really want to, Victor.

Uh, this is Mr. Jones.

Mr. Jones, this is our college counselor, Victor Sterne.

How do you do, sir? How do you do, Mr. Sterne?

JANET: As you know, I wasn't satisfied

with Lieutenant Roth's reports,

and so I've asked Mr. Jones to come from Los Angeles

to make some further investigations for me.

If he needs anything, I know

you'll give him all the help you can.

Of course, Mr. Jones, anything I can do.

Thank you, Mr. Sterne.

Paul, I'll need 50 copies of this college requirement.

Uh, yes, sir, 50 copies, right away.

Game.

Set.

Match.

(bell ringing) Nice going, guys.

Ross, I want to show you

why that second serve of yours isn't working.

Okay? Okay.

Lomax...

now, maybe you got the rest of the school conned

into thinking that you're the greatest since sliced bread,

but on the tennis court,

you're nothing but a second-rate grandstander.

Lucky idiots.

We can beat them any four out of five sets.

Yeah, if you'd let your partner play, Lomax.

When I draw a lousy partner, Whitney,

I have to try to carry him.

Big deal.

Charles, I got to talk to you.

Only one autograph per customer, please.

Did you hear that "grandstander" crack?

Boy, you give a guy like Fannon

a little authority and he turns into a...

Listen, we're in trouble.

The official verdict was

accidental death while intoxicated.

Official.

Yeah, well, you know that guy

who came in late to the cemetery?

He's a private detective from L.A. that Enright hired.

How do you know?

'Cause I keep my big ears open, that's how.

He's up in her office right now going over the whole thing.

I'm telling you, he's gonna find out.

He won't have time to find out, not if we handle it right.

You've handled it so far,

and we're going down the drain.

No, Paul, neither of us is going down the drain

nor down the tube nor up the creek.

A little spice has been added to the brew, that's all.

It was an accident.

I'm going to tell.

You are not going to burn yourself

and you are not going to burn me.

Do you understand?

Then what are we gonna do?

We have to make sure that our tall, straight, gray-haired

private investigator from lotusland

finds his criminal, don't we?

And clears the blot from the Enright escutcheon.

But how?

We have to throw a little light

on the (bleep) in the woodpile.

I was thinking that it's inconceivable

that Paul Thayer,

class vice president, honor student, et cetera,

is the type of young man who goes around robbing people

and killing them in fits of temper.

But he is.

Full of psychological hang-ups,

understandably uptight about his position.

Yes... I'm afraid Mr. Fannon killed old George.

A strong, powerful man with a hot temper.

He's liable to do anything, even murder.

(bell rings)

Hello.

Hello.

Mr. Jones, I'm, uh, Paul Thayer.

This is Charles Lomax.

Oh, how do you do?

How do you do, sir?

Thayer.

Lomax... yeah, I've been reading about you.

You are, uh, president of the senior class,

editor of the paper... A lot of school activities.

I'm from the east, Mr. Jones.

I learned to stuff ballot boxes at my father's knee.

(all laugh)

Is there anything we can do to help, sir?

Well, I, uh...

Yeah, yeah, there might be,

especially since you're on the paper.

Any idea how this flashbulb got in the closet?

I can't imagine, sir.

Why, Paul, this is the size you use.

You must have dropped it.

Me? How could I have dropped...?

Our layout on George Enright, remember?

You took three or four shots up here.

Oh, oh, yeah, yeah, sure.

I-I guess it's mine.

I'm always losing them, you know.

Oh.

Do you have any offices

besides Los Angeles, Mr. Jones,

working with other private investigators?

(laughs)

You know, that's as good a loaded question as I ever heard.

Three pieces of information at one crack.

Where did you hear that I was...?

Well, of course, all good newspapermen know

what's going on around them, don't they?

You are investigating Mr. Enright's murder, aren't you?

The inquest didn't seem to find

any reason for assuming murder.

Did you discuss your theory with anyone else

at the time of the inquest?

No.

Then I wasn't sure

of my ground...

but I'm very sure of it now,

and there's a lot more

than meets the eye

in this whole tragic

mess, Mr. Jones.

A witness talked to Charles.

And when I was going back to the dorm from the auditorium,

10:30 or so,

I saw somebody go in the administration building.

That's where Miss Enright's office is, you know.

Recognize him, Willie?

Not exactly.

It was too far away.

A man definitely.

Just a guy, medium-build.

Well, that's not very much to go on.

I-I thought it one of those borderline facts, too,

but possibly enough to have the verdict questioned.

Yeah, well, as I say,

that's not very much, but, uh, you never know.

Well, thank you, gentlemen.

Good luck on those exams.

Did I do all right?

Not bad at all.

Bit of the hook, bit of the line,

next the sinker.

But I don't get it.

Why didn't you want me to give him the name?

It's been almost a week, you idiot.

You can't wait all this time and then up and say,

"Oh, by the way, I forgot to mention it,

"but I happened to see Ron Fannon the tennis whiz

up there with old George the night he was totaled."

Police are like turkeys in November.

Start feeding them a bunch of garbage, they get suspicious.

Now, Paul, got your checkbook handy?

My checkbook?

Write out a check for $100.

Payable to the tennis committee fund.

Let's see, today's the 17th.

Old George died the 14th.

Date it two days before that... the 12th.

What's the idea?

Just do it, Paul.

What'd you have me write it for

if you're just going to burn it?

You've got to feed them their clues bit by bit.

(blowing)

That way, they'll swallow it all.

(crickets chirping) (digging)

(grunting)

Men, I have some good news and some bad news.

First the good news: You've dug far enough.

Now the bad news:

Open it.

It's getting late.

Open the coffin.

How about that, Paul?

He's smiling at you.

Who's going to do it?

Why, you.

You're responsible for the poor man's demise.

It's the least you can do.

Gently.

I think we're ready for the final touches.

Mr. Fannon himself.

(car door closes)

(car engine starts)

What's all that, Miss Enright?

They arrested Ron Fannon for murdering George.

What?

Lieutenant Roth said that George

must have surprised him while he was trying

to break into the cabinet.

He killed George.

Then he tried to make it look like an accident.

That's a mighty far cry from that first verdict.

That first verdict was death while intoxicated.

George couldn't have been drunk.

Uh, let's see... The boy is first.

Fannon's with his lawyer right now.

He goes before Judge Perry for arraignment at 4:00.

Things are moving pretty fast, aren't they, Hank?

(door opening)

Hello, Mr. Jones.

They bringing you in on this officially?

I understand you three have had a busy day.

Look, you, uh, understand

why we couldn't bring everything to you first?

Perfectly, but, uh,

Lieutenant Roth and I aren't in competition for a prize.

We're both in the same business.

Yeah.

Same business, different pay.

(laughing) (laughing)

JONES: Lieutenant's been telling me that, uh,

you boys have been poking around down below the cliff,

and you came up with some new evidence.

Uh, Charles found it.

Near... near where they found the body.

A Wimbledon button.

I've heard of Wimbledon tennis,

but, uh, what's a Wimbledon button?

This, Barnaby.

It's, uh, like an Olympic button.

And this is his official Wimbledon blazer

we found in his closet.

BARNABY: Oh.

Well, you were lucky to find it.

Oh, yes, sir.

Uh, we... we thought the police might have overlooked something

when they searched the area originally.

And-and-and we all know

how understaffed this office is, so...

So, with the button, plus

what Grand here told us,

I got a search warrant,

and it paid off.

Made out by Paul Thayer to the Tennis Committee Fund.

We found it in a pile of ashes in Fannon's fireplace.

I thought all the loot was on, uh, Enright.

Well, when Fannon

suddenly found himself

mixed up in a murder,

he planted everything on Enright

to make it look like an accident.

ROTH: He overlooked that

and burned it when he got home.

Well... pretty dumb not to have made sure

it burned completely.

Well, maybe, but I'm not about

to look a gift horse

in the mouth, Barnaby.

Especially if he's dumb enough

to leave the murder weapon around.

A weapon?

Mm-hmm.

Well, Hank...

looks like you've got this whole thing wrapped up.

Found that in his cellar.

These hairs were stuck in a switch.

They were caught there after he caved in Enright's skull,

after Enright caught him stealing.

The medical examiner confirmed, of course?

Mm-hmm. They checked against

those from the autopsy.

The victim's hair definitely.

Well, looks like I've only got one question to ask you all.

When is the hanging?

Well, I don't need a private eye.

I need a lawyer.

I'm not looking for a fee, Mr. Fannon.

I have permission to talk to you,

uh, if you want to talk to me.

How about it?

You can't help me a bit.

Somebody's got me in a box,

and they want to keep me here.

No, I don't want to talk to you, Jones.

Now, damn it, would you leave me alone?!

I know you're mad, Mr. Fannon.

I don't blame you.

I just don't believe you're as stupid

as Lieutenant Roth must think you are.

The case they got against you is, uh, pretty convincing.

If people want to believe

you pulled a dozen dumb moves in the space of an hour.

Okay, let him in.

Now, what's in all this for you?

Well, I got myself right in the middle

of something I sure didn't expect.

All of a sudden, funny questions

started getting funny answers.

I don't know quite how to explain this to you, but...

there's something sticking way inside of me here.

I don't know if that's my craw or my gullet or what,

but, anyway, there's something sticking in there

and I want to get it unstuck, that's all.

Yeah, well, I got a bellyful of my own, too.

Well, let's start spitting them out.

Do you know, uh, what Roth is counting on... all of it?

Well, there's the flashlight, there's Mr. Enright's hair,

there's the blazer button, the tennis fund check,

the fact that I knew that there

was a couple of thousand dollars in the safe.

That's a pretty neat package.

Yeah, but to begin with, I don't even know the combination.

The beauty of circumstantial evidence

is that nobody has to prove

how you got into the filing cabinet...

Only that it's obvious you did it.

That's about as logical as Willie Grand saying

he saw someone who looked like Mr. Fannon

about the time that Mr. Enright was killed.

And what do you say to that?

Well, now, death was supposed to have been

about, uh, 10:30, right?

Give or take a few minutes.

Did you ask Janet Enright where she was about then?

Why?

She's my alibi, Mr. Jones.

She was with me.

Ask your client.

I've been telling George that he can rest easy now.

(sniffles)

He's been exonerated.

An arrest isn't exactly a conviction, you know.

Mr. Fannon tells me that, uh,

when you left the auditorium that night,

you and he talked about the tournament

until he left you at your door.

That's true.

And you left a little after 10:00.

Yeah, I think so.

Well, it's, uh, about 15 minutes

from the auditorium to Windom House.

I walked it today.

And another 15 minutes back to the administration building.

Let's say a few minutes for talk.

Uh, that's about 45 minutes, right?

Mr. Jones, the authorities have gone into all of this.

They have proof of what Mr. Fannon did.

It's not proof if Mr. Fannon couldn't be there.

Now, I am practically convinced

that he couldn't have taken you to your door,

gotten back to your offices,

gotten up and struggled with your brother,

and had death occur at the time the coroner said it did.

I... I'm sorry, but I...

it's really out of my hands.

And I must go.

Miss Enright.

Very little honor will accrue to your brother's name

if it's done at the expense of an innocent man.

Of course not.

But how can anyone be sure of how long we were talking?

Or of how fast we walked?

You brought up time and... and the clock.

No one has suggested that Mr. Fannon, who is an athlete,

might well have run back across campus.

If you run to a place you intend to rob,

witnesses are inclined to remember it.

Mr. Jones, you and I...

we both believe in logic.

Yes, Miss Enright, that we do.

All right.

What motive could there have been

for this crime except money?

Ron Fannon was in my office, trying to steal $2,000.

Now, it was money that he knew was there,

because he had given it to me.

There is no other motive.

And now you must excuse me.

I have a million things to do.

(machine whirring)

Good afternoon.

Oh, good afternoon.

You certainly keep things pretty around here.

Well, thank you very much.

How often do you water this time of year?

Oh, I usually turn the sprinklers on

about evening this time of the year

for about an hour, hour and a half.

You'd think

that earth would have settled more, wouldn't you?

(whirring)

I know that some of you are not going to be happy

with these exam schedules, but I've done the fairest I can.

Some of you will have two finals in one day.

It can't be helped.

Excuse me.

Oh, man. Boy...

Good afternoon, sir.

Good afternoon.

Good afternoon, Mr. Sterne.

Well, that's quite a job

of detective work you young fellows did.

Oh, well, Charles deserves all the credit, sir.

No, it was a real collaboration.

Like a copy of the Gazette, Mr. Jones?

Thank you.

Is Miss Enright expecting you, Mr. Jones?

Well, I'd like to talk to her

if, uh, she isn't too busy.

Janet?

Mr. Jones is in the outer office.

How's the case coming?

Oh, uh, Judge Perry has set Monday

for the preliminary hearing.

(door opens) No bail.

Mr. Jones.

Miss Enright, I've been thinking

what you said about a motive.

Now, what if there was something else inside that filing cabinet

that someone wanted more than money?

Here is a check for your services.

I think you will find it more than satisfactory.

Well, I'll be glad to take it

when I feel that I've followed through, but

right now, if you don't mind, I'd like to have one more look

at what's inside that cabinet,

and a chance to ask you a few more questions.

I'm afraid I'll have to say no.

Our school has had more than its share of scandal.

I see no point in raking around a problem

that the police have already solved.

At least to my satisfaction.

To put it bluntly,

your services are no longer required.

(whispers): Hey

I feel just like a conspirator,

and I can't say I like it.

Let's go in here.

(folder opens, papers rustling)

Yep, more of the same.

All three of them... Charles Lomax,

Paul Thayer, William Grand...

All came to Enright with poor or failing grades.

Then sometime in the second semester,

their grades shot up to "A," even, uh, straight "A's."

Spectacular. Not all that unusual.

Especially when boys decide to knuckle down to work.

Now when some students come to a demanding prep school,

Mr. Jones, they learn to test better.

Or when they happen to know

the answers to the exams beforehand.

I thought it would shock you when I said that.

I don't know what you're getting at.

All these final exams, questions and answers,

were they always kept in that one filing cabinet

with the combination lock?

Yes. As long as I've been...

Then it wasn't the money the thief was after.

It was the answers to the exam questions.

Mm-hmm.

And you think somebody besides Mr. Fannon was the one?

That would explain a lot.

Cheating during an exam is one thing.

It's bad enough.

Why, I can't believe this, Mr. Jones.

How much longer are these exams gonna last today?

What? Oh...

25 minutes. This is the last one.

And when will they know the results?

They're tabbed by computer.

They'll be posted on the bulletin boards by 4:30.

Shh! (footsteps approaching)

(whispers): Mr. Jones, come here.

I must get back.

And you shouldn't be here either.

One more favor. It's important.

I want you to fail Charles Lomax and Willie Grand

but not Paul Thayer.

Why, I have no right to tamper with any grades.

Their entire futures depend on these tests.

Maybe Ron Fannon's does, too.

What good would it do?

Suppose one made the usual 95, 98 on the test,

but the other two didn't?

Then it would be obvious that the guy who made the high grades

had pulled a fast one on his buddies.

And if that happens, we might see some fireworks.

Well, Charles is the ringleader, Mr. Jones.

Shouldn't he be the one to get the best marks?

No. He's the "ringleader," as you say,

because he's smart enough not to do the dirty work.

He gets stooges to do that.

And Paul Thayer is exactly the type

that Charles would pick.

Hey, I passed!

Way to go!

How are you supposed to remember all those dumb dates?

I thought you'd be gone by now, Mr. Jones.

If I'm trespassing, I apologize.

But as I told you, I wanted to get to the bottom of this.

"Get at the truth" is what I said.

I would certainly think you would, too.

Yes, you told me what you assume.

I'd like to know how you expect to prove it.

Out of the mouths of babes, I hope.

Victor, I'd like to see you for a minute.

(satisfied chuckle)

How did you do, fellas?

We aced it.

Two 98s and a 99.

(door opens)

Very fair test, Mr. Sterne.

I'm sorry, Mr. Jones.

I just couldn't do it.

I couldn't cheat like that.

I just couldn't take the chance.

A promise is a promise, Willie.

Yeah, no kidding.

Hey, you know, with finals like these,

we can get into any college we want.

We can make it to Stanford.

I was promised a smashing Italian convertible,

and I certainly can't ride around

with the top down all year at Harvard.

BARNABY: How are you riding around on that road

down by the cliff where, uh, George Enright's body was found?

Miss Enright told all of us on student desk duty

you didn't have permission to be on school property, Mr. Jones.

Want to call a cop?

Uh, uh, actually, we all,

we all have something to do and...

You have nowhere to go, Paul.

Thanks, Lomax.

I like your style.

You see a problem, you want to meet it head-on.

You know,

I love the old philosopher "aw, shucks" bit

you use on people, Jones.

But why don't we get down to the nitty-gritty?

Suits me fine.

Except that, uh, this doesn't

exactly concern you that personally, Lomax.

Uh, I wanted

to talk to Thayer here,

but you can go if you want to. No! I...

I'm, I mean, well...

Well... why not?

You're all for one, one for all anyway, aren't you?

This, uh, is just yours, Paul,

and, uh... I don't see how

anyone else could even know about it.

It's a photostatic copy of your check

that was found in Fannon's fireplace.

The number 1007 written on the 12th.

That's two days before Mr. Enright died.

I can't figure how come three days later on the 15th,

you wrote two checks... One numbered 1006 and one 1005,

earlier numbers.

Something fishy about the date.

Well, well, it could happen.

I mean, if I wrote it out of order, it could happen.

But you didn't write them out of order, did you, Paul?

BARNABY: You dated it three days before you wrote it, didn't you?

Yes.

LOMAX: His bank wouldn't give out that kind of information.

What did you do, Jones, bribe some stupid clerk?

No. I just took a shot in the dark,

and Paul gave me the answer.

Something else kind of funny.

This, uh, Gazette you gave me the other day...

What about it?

Well, uh, Paul,

this picture you took of the people at the funeral,

take a look at it.

Seem a little unusual to you?

Particularly Fannon.

No.

Well, it's kind of small, so I made an enlargement.

See, uh, all the buttons are on the Wimbledon jacket.

How do you figure?

Let me see that.

No, uh... Paul, you tell me.

How could all the buttons be on the jacket

when one of them was lost three days ago at the cliff?

Fannon simply sewed on a new button.

After the murder.

And tore it off days later

when the police searched his apartment?

Does that seem right, Paul?

He sewed it on badly, I suppose.

Look, I-I

really got to call my family.

I promised them... All right, but wait, Willie.

Now...

about George Enright's coffin.

The people at the cemetery are absolutely mystified.

They can't figure

how bits of earth got inside the coffin.

You see, it was sealed at the funeral home.

Yesterday, I got a court order to dig it up,

and we found dirt,

dirt from the cemetery

inside the coffin.

So somebody must've opened it, right?

Opened it after the burial.

H-How could anybody do that?

Have you got any ideas, Paul?

(cries): I don't know.

Come on, tell us what really happened, Paul.

Please, Mr. Jones, it was an accident that night, it was!

Keep your mouth shut, you stupid idiot!

Please, you've got to believe me.

I didn't mean to kill him. It was an accident.

I told you we should've called the police.

You should've let me.

I'll do that for you now, Paul.

Can't you take the pressure?

Can't you keep any cool at all?

Everything was working perfect

Everything has worked perfect for years, damn it!

And in five minutes,

you blow everything I've set up for you.

Uh, get me the sheriff's office, please.

BARNABY: Lieutenant Roth if he's on duty.

Yeah, me.

Damn it, me.

They'd be nowhere without me.

You know who figured out

how to get those examinations?

I did.

Three years ago.

I broke that combination.

You know how?

I used my brain.

I figured it out.

You know, I-I-I knew that,

it'd have to be something simple.

Something right in front of everyone's nose.

Janet Enright's birthday.

June 18, 1932.

Six... 18.

19, 32.

She's not 38 like she tells everyone.

She's 40 years old.

Born in 1932.

6... 18.

19, 32.

And you ruined...

everything!

Thank heaven he's all right now.

I was so anxious to clear my brother

that I let myself be blind to everything and everyone.

And those boys...

Where did I go wrong?

Where do we all go wrong?

Find problems like this in the slums or the ghetto

you're not surprised, but...

It happens in the best of families?

Even here...

where they have all the advantages.

Well, there's a lot to do.

Thank you, Mr. Jones.

Good-bye, Miss Enright.

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