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(theme music playing)

Starring Buddy Ebsen.

Also starring Lee Meriwether.

With guest stars Claude Akins,

Neva Patterson,

Lou Frizzell,

Dabbs Greer,

James Luisi.

I'd really like to know what's going on in this town.

I ask that real estate woman just some plain questions,

and she practically throws me out of her office.

Why?

And on top of all that,

somebody points a rifle at me...

That big shot rancher.

What's his name?

Rile. Eli Rile, not "What's his name?"

I caught him tramping around

on my property, trespassing.

I told you who I was, Eli.

Nicky Gorman's the name.

And I also told you, Eli,

I was up here to meet my friend, Johnny Arthur.

Well, he didn't show up, did he?

The Spake's waiting for you, Eli.

NICKY: Spake?

He's the one who told me that the boating concession

is closed for the season.

I don't like it.

Well, I know different!

How does he know different? How?

Hi, Mrs. Johnson.

They all here?

Not Mr. Flory yet.

NICKY: Well, the four big shots in the town

have made it plain enough that they don't want me around.

And now something very mysterious happens to my car.

Isn't that right, Mr. Flory?

Not mysterious at all.

We discovered what it was.

Manifold and carburetor both.

Wait, wait a minute.

Now, you tell me one thing,

your mechanic tells me something else.

Now, what's all this stalling about?

Mr. Gorman, I expect a call very shortly that it's ready.

Then you can be on your way.

"On my way"? Yeah, sure.

And you'd better watch out, all of you.

I've been asking the sheriff a lot of questions.

No answers.

But I know damn well

something fishy's going on around here.

Hey, listen!

(door slams)

The only thing I can't figure out

is if that they all want me out of here so badly,

how come all of a sudden my car goes on the blink?

Mr. Gorman, nobody's trying

to keep you here in Parker Junction.

You're just upset 'cause your friend, Johnny Arthur,

didn't show up for that hunting

and fishing you planned.

You're just upset.

It's really come to this?

We agreed.

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Why me?

I never thought I'd get in this deep.

(door opens and closes)

(door opens and closes) Now, what's that all about?

The town council.

Listen, your car is ready now.

I didn't hear the phone ring.

I called the garage in there.

Now, listen, I want to know what's going on here.

Mr. Gorman... Come on, tell me!

Mr. Gorman!

Pick up your car and leave town.

Go on!

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(starter cranking, engine stalling)

(whistles)

Hey!

(screaming)

(tires screeching)

Listen, Mr. Jones.

Like I said, all I know is Nick was going to...

Well, he said he was going to meet Johnny Arthur.

He's an old friend.

Some place in Northern California

called Parker Junction.

Oh, yes. I know where that is.

Well, Nick said he was going to come back with $5,000.

"Maybe even more, honey," that's how he put it.

Well, the twins need clothes.

The rent's almost four months overdue.

All the other bills have piled up, too.

So, naturally, when I asked him about it,

he said, "Don't worry, honey."

I, I tried not to.

Now, he's dead.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Gorman.

This must be very difficult for you.

Thank you.

Mr. Jones, the reason I'm here is,

why hasn't Johnny Arthur been in touch?

Nick went up there to meet him,

and Johnny hasn't even called.

And what happened to the money

that he and Nick went there to get?

Are you convinced your husband

left Parker Junction with money?

That's why he went up there.

You're thinking he might have been followed

and killed for it, aren't you?

Betty learned the investigation business from my son, Hal.

What is it Hal always said, Betty?

Oh, he always said that you always said,

"Look for the obvious."

Right.

Mr. Jones, I need help.

Would you look into it for me?

I-I-I can't pay much, but...

Yeah, well, uh, we'll work that out.

This, uh, Johnny Arthur,

when's the last time you heard from him?

Six weeks, maybe even longer than that.

The night Nick called, he said

Johnny hadn't even showed up at Parker Junction.

Maybe he never did.

I'm worried about him, too.

All right, Mrs. Gorman, we, uh, have your number,

and, uh, we'll be in touch with you.

Thank you.

I'll show you out.

Now, don't worry.

Everything's going to be fine.

HELENA: Bye. BETTY: Bye-bye.

Barnaby, what if it was a hit-and-run accident?

What if there wasn't any money?

What if there was?

I want you to dig up back issues of newspapers

from Parker Junction and around there.

How far back?

Six, seven weeks.

Any story that smells like quick money.

And get a full report on the hit-and-run accident.

And, um, I'll call you from Parker Junction.

What do you really hope to find up there?

A lake.

(chuckling): What?

I never did get a chance to try out

that new fishing rod you gave me.

There's a lake right out of town there.

One other thing.

The driver who ran down Gorman might have enough insurance

to cover a death benefit for the widow of the victim.

If you find him.

Confidence, Betty. Confidence.

Russ?

RUSS: Is that you?

Yeah, it's me. What do you want?

Are we alone?

Well, yes, we're alone. What do you want?

Well, you know, uh...

when you had me gimmick that fella's car

to stall down the road, well, I've been thinking,

$500 is just not enough.

I mean, ten times $500 is more like it.

$500 is plenty.

No way, Mr. Flory.

I have to get back to the store, Russ.

I'll talk to you about it later.

Well, you'd better.

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Oh, hi. Hi.

You Mr. Flory?

No, sir. I'm the mechanic.

Mr. Flory around?

No, sir. No, he's up the street.

He also owns the general store.

Oh.

My, my...

He also owns that.

Don't tell me a new car needs repair already?

No. No, he just likes to keep it out of the sun.

He'll get over it.

Only got it a month.

How can I help you?

Yes.

Uh, I'm Barnaby Jones,

and, uh, I'm gonna be in town a day or so.

I'd like to have my car lubed

and, uh, tuned, if you think it needs it.

It was knocking pretty bad coming up the mountain.

I'll look at it, Mr. Jones.

I'll be back in a little while.

Oh, uh, do you happen to know who in town is in charge

of issuing fishing license renewals?

Mr. Flory does that, too.

Who else?

Morning.

Well, thanks again.

All right.

Yes, sir?

Mr. Flory? Yup.

I'm told you're the man to see

about getting a fishing license renewed.

Mm-hmm.

(whispering): Who's that guy?

I don't know.

Barnaby Jones.

Mr. Jones, if you're here to do some fishing,

you might find it a bit late in the season.

I wonder if the trout know that.

Good point.

They might not.

I see for occupation, you put down retired.

Yes. I got a lot of time on my hands now.

Time to see things

and notice things I never noticed before.

I was always in too much of a hurry.

For instance, I notice that you're wearing a new suit.

That's nice.

And, uh, that fancy car parked over in the garage.

That's yours, isn't it?

Uh-huh.

You know, new things have a way of bragging.

Look, I-I...

Oh, nothing personal.

Say, do you know a place in town

that would put me up for a night or two?

Clover House up at the corner.

That'll be three dollars.

(bills and paper crinkling)

Much obliged.

That's a duplicate of the fishing license Flory sold him.

Well, the man could be here

for just a little innocent fishing.

Not this late in the season.

Check on that.

Find out exactly who he is.

And if he's not who or what he seems to be?

There'll be a meeting of the town council.

(door shuts)

(dialing)

Barnaby, I checked back two months

on news from good old Parker Junction,

and I am now a fountain of information on 16 marriages,

who gave what parties, football scores,

but Barnaby, there were no truck heists,

bank robbers, kidnappings, nothing.

Not even one wife beating.

I'm sorry. I guess that isn't much help, is it?

You guessed. It isn't.

Well, do you want me to do anything else?

Yeah.

Get ahold of our client, Mrs. Gorman,

and find out all you can

about Nick's friend Johnny Arthur.

That's the one that's been missing six, seven weeks.

Now, I already did that.

Uh, Nick and Johnny Arthur were in the service together.

Paratroopers.

Um, they were buddy-buddies, hell-raisers, that's about it.

Listen, I'm going up to Sacramento this afternoon

to get a full report from the state police

on the hit-and-run accident.

I'll tell the answering service to pick up, okay?

Check in at the Star Bright Motel up there.

I'll call you.

All right.

Hey, be careful.

All I'm gonna do is a little fishing.

Hey!

Is there something I could do for you?

Mr. Spake?

Yeah, but I'm afraid we're closed for the season.

Oh, that's a pity.

A man has a good business here, a bunch of new boats,

turning away customers.

Well, we couldn't let the boats go out in wind like this, and...

Anyway, the fact is, I am closed for the season.

I just happened to be driving by, and I saw you,

I thought I'd tell you.

Yeah, I used to run a place like this once.

Long time ago.

I got a brand-new rod just begging to be used.

Do any harm if I fish off the end of your dock here?

Well, I...

I will need some bait.

I use two hooks.

Ham and eggs on one, and, uh, cheese on the other.

I get remarkable results.

No, Mr. Jones, I don't...

Did I mention my name?

Oh, I must have, or, uh, you wouldn't have known it.

Funny, you introduce yourself, and you forget you did.

(rapid, shallow breathing)

You itch up there?

No.

Just habit.

Well, they do say that, uh,

massaging the scalp stimulates hair growth.

How about it?

Hmm?

Can I go fishing?

All right, Mr. Jones, I'll sell you the bait.

I appreciate that.

Is there something I can do for you?

The door was open, so I... came in.

Yes, I... I see you did.

I, uh, been looking at your map.

Oh, you interested in some property?

Maybe.

I was noticing this parcel here, about 250 acres.

The Eli Rile Ranch. 242.

That's not on the market.

Oh, uh, I see you got a red pin stuck in it,

and unless I'm wrong, that means that it's for sale.

Oh, my, did I forget to remove that?

Then you sold it?

No.

Mr. Rile simply changed his mind about selling.

I, uh, hope you don't mind,

but, uh, I've been looking

through your book of listings there.

Oh, then you knew it was Mr. Riles' ranch.

Well, it says so right here in the book.

This is a little out of date, too,

because it says that it's for sale.

When I saw that,

I wanted to take a look at it on your map.

That's a pretty big first mortgage, isn't it?

He paid it off.

He pay off the second, too?

Well...

Oh, yeah, of course.

He would have to pay off the second

before he paid off the first.

Sounds like he came into some money.

Did he?

Why are you asking these questions?

Well, I'm interested

in the price of real estate up here, and...

Now, look here, Mr. Jones...

Would you like some fish?

No, thank you.

That's a shame.

Hate to see 'em go to waste.

I'd throw 'em back in the lake,

but I think it's a little late for that.

You, um, expect to be staying around here

very long, Mr. Jones?

Well, I haven't made up my mind

just how long I'm gonna stay around here.

Thank you very much for your kindness, ma'am.

(man whistling in distance)

I was just admiring your car.

And those private license plates.

I always wanted to get some of those,

but my daughter-in-law, who worries a lot about me

and keeps the books, keeps pointing out

that we could use the $25 for better things.

It's real nice.

New?

A few weeks.

Real nice.

Anybody here?

Oh, hello, Mr. Flory.

I didn't see you.

No, I...

I guess not.

I was looking for your mechanic.

Oh, Russ quit yesterday afternoon.

Just like that?

Well, it's off-season.

Not much business.

It hard to keep a regular mechanic this time of year.

And I guess I won't be able to find him.

I mean, to fix my car.

No, I'm afraid you won't.

That's odd.

When I was here yesterday,

he didn't say a word about quitting.

Well, that's the way it goes.

They get a notion in their heads, and off they go.

Wonder what kind of a notion it was.

You might as well take your car.

Yeah, I guess so.

I thought I'd have a look at the real estate up here.

Any real estate in particular?

Well, I thought I'd have a talk with Mr. Rile.

He seems to do real well with his place.

(engine starting and revving)

(tires squeak)

Hey!

You're trespassing.

You don't have to shoot me, Mr. Rile.

I'll come along peaceable.

What are you doing on my property?

Well, I heard it was for sale.

I couldn't raise anybody at the house,

so I thought I'd just look around.

Well, the ranch is no longer for sale.

Oh, everything's for sale at the right price.

Why don't you just get the hell out of here?

You always this friendly?

To trespassers, yes.

That's exactly how friendly I am.

Well, in that case,

a fella could get himself killed

just walking around on your 242 acres,

especially if he was a stranger.

This your boy, Mr. Rile?

Yeah.

Well, I'm Barnaby Jones.

What's your name? Eddie.

Hi, Eddie.

Very happy to make your acquaintance.

Kind of late, isn't it? What time is it?

Oh, quarter to 4:00.

Well, be dark in no time.

Sorry to bother you, Mr. Rile.

Come here.

(engine starts)

I said, come here!

Give me that watch.

I told you to get rid of all the gear. Everything!

You want to advertise to the whole world

that we buried a hijacker here?

Mr. Jones ain't the whole world.

No, he ain't the whole world.

But do you know what we go to do to Mr. Jones now?

Do you?

We have to kill him.

I had a chance at him in the garage

but didn't work out.

You're crazy, all of you.

I agree. We can't kill

every stranger passes through Parker Junction.

Bea, he knows.

Oh, calm down, Eli.

How does he know? I caught him

tramping all over my property.

I'm sure he was looking for the grave.

Mr. Jones was interested in your property.

I told him it was no longer for sale,

but maybe he just wanted to have a look at it anyway.

Try this on, then.

He saw my kid wearing the hijacker's watch.

He what?!

Oh, my Lord.

I know. I know.

I-I told that kid not to take anything, but he did!

And that's the giveaway.

Everybody knows that hijacker bailed out

a hundred miles from here.

That watch is something

you could've picked up for the boy at an army and navy store.

Barnaby Jones may not suspect anything.

Bea's right.

Now, we're jumping at our own shadows.

We've got to get control of ourselves.

We're suspicious of everybody.

That's not good.

Why didn't you three leave me alone?

You wouldn't be in this if you had left me alone.

Nobody would've known I had it except...

you saw me bury the body.

Now, what right did you have to be on my land?

Trespassing?

And all your questions

about... how was I able to pay off the first

and second mortgages?

And you told him, Bea.

You had to tell him.

And than you guessed where the money came from.

A million dollars

in unmarked bills.

And you moved in on me.

Blackmailed me for your share.

Eli...

Your share of my money!

Calm down!

Greed got into this...

Filthy gut greed.

No one would've suspected me, and...

and now look where we are.

Gorman is dead, and...

Where does it all end?

It can and here and now,

but not with the murder of a man who may very well

be up here on a fishing trip and nothing more.

Well, it may be just a little more than a fishing trip.

I ran that check on Jones. Who is he?

He's a private detective.

BARNABY: Oh, hi, Sheriff.

Say, uh...

Uh, it just occurred to me that I probably should've

laid my cards on the table when I first got here.

I'm a private detective, and I'm working on a case.

Is that so?

Well, I'd be interested to know who hired you.

BARNABY: The wife of a man named Nick Gorman.

SHERIFF: The hit-and-run victim?

Yes. Uh, Ms. Gorman got a copy of the police report

of the accident, but it didn't satisfy her,

so she asked me to look into it.

Well, it's very tragic, Mr. Jones,

but there's nothing to look into, really.

I received an eyewitness report

that a Cadillac struck and killed Nick Gorman.

Coffee?

No, thanks.

Who was that eye witness?

Eli Rile.

He has a ranch nearby.

Oh, yeah. Yeah.

He's the man that drives the jeep.

Yeah, I met him today.

Did he get the license number?

No. No, I'm afraid not.

That car was really traveling.

I took out after it, but it had too much of a head start.

I reported all that to the state police.

That sounds pretty thorough.

Guess that kind of wraps it up.

Of course, uh, Mrs. Gorman seems to think

that her husband was carrying a wad of money.

I didn't find any.

Could be pure conjecture.

You know how wives are,

and, uh, what husbands tell them to keep them happy.

(chuckling): Yeah.

Do you mind if I tell you a little professional secret?

Sure.

Taking on this case

was just an excuse for me to get a little fishing in.

(laughs)

Did you hear that?

I suppose you believed him?

Well, you people don't believe anybody.

That's right.

We got to check on every outsider coming in here,

and he's smart enough to know that.

Identified himself to throw you off.

Well, he didn't throw me off.

And you four aren't putting me off another day.

Sheriff wants his cut of the money.

Yeah.

Well, how long do you expect me to stand by

for a string of homicides?

Hit-and-run or any kind.

You'll get your money. You bet.

I'll see to it, Sheriff. I'll see you get it.

You'll see to it?

You people make me sick.

A private detective gets here,

and you have sudden riches showing all over town.

He's not an idiot.

I don't know which one of you got the "X" this time,

and I don't want to know.

But whoever it is...

better not miss.

The coroner reports that when Gorman was hit,

his body made violent contact with the vehicle.

A Cadillac?

Well, Mrs. Jones,

there's now a serious question about that.

There was glass from the headlight

all over the road.

And the lab's been putting the pieces together.

Some of them as tiny as slivers, so it's quite a job.

It might not be a Cadillac headlight, huh?

We don't know yet.

But we suspect it's too big for a Cadillac.

A car like that has double headlights,

and the glass covering each

is approximately six inches in diameter.

The headlight now being reconstructed in the lab

is considerably larger.

Really?

A single headlight with a dual beam.

The kind used on smaller vehicles

such as compacts, jeeps... On that order.

I see.

So we'll know more about it once it's all pasted together.

But the Sheriff in Parker Junction said

that the hit-and-run vehicle was a Cadillac.

Well, he probably didn't really see it himself

and took somebody's word for it.

These accident witnesses are wrong half the time.

But still, that's no excuse.

Hit-and-run is a serious felony. Right.

Well, thank you very much.

You're welcome.

Say hello to your father-in-law for me.

I'll do that.

Bye-bye. Bye-bye.

Afternoon, Mr. Jones.

Afternoon, ma'am.

Just Molly.

Everyone calls me Molly.

Have a nice day? Awful.

What's the matter?

My car.

You know, it's a funny thing but, uh,

you know, Russ the mechanic down at the garage?

Uh-huh. He was going to do some work on it,

and he just disappeared.

Now, why would he do a thing like that?

Isn't like Russ.

I sure wish I knew where he lived.

Oh, Russ owns a house here in town.

I sure would like to see him.

I need work done on my car that just won't wait.

Well, why don't you just

run on over to his house and talk about it?

He lives at the corner of Orchard and Market.

A little house with pillars on the porch.

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Russ?

Anybody here?

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(muted music playing in The Tavern)

(door closes)

Look.

Evening, gentlemen.

What is it, a town council meeting?

Hello, Mr. Jones.

Beer?

I wonder if I could have a glass of milk. Yes, sir.

Shot of whiskey in it or double?

Straight.

Straight milk?

Well, Mr. Flory, looks like

I'm going to have my car fixed after all.

I don't know who's going to do it.

Your mechanic, Russ.

I told you, Russ Lee took off for parts unknown.

Well, that may very well be.

But it does seem strange.

Why would a healthy, young man leave town

without taking all his things with him?

His clothes, skis,

picture of his mother.

Not to mention that house of his.

Seems to me he'd want to sell that before he went anywhere.

No use, Mr. Spake.

What's no use?

You're never going to grow hair up there.

Yes, sir, it looks like, uh, Russ is still around.

He's going to be to work bright and early in the morning.

Of course, he will.

(billiard balls clacking)

What were you doing at Russ's place?

Well, I had a fool notion I could get my car fixed tonight.

There's nothing wrong with your car.

Did Russ tell you that?

Yeah.

Well, that's good.

Spake, you going to play?

(blows)

(ball rattling in ball-return trough)

(ball settling in racking end of table)

Tsk, too bad.

Well, it's getting on towards my bedtime.

This mountain air sure makes you sleep good.

What do I owe you?

15 cents.

Keep the change. Thank you, sir.

(whispering): Russ tried to blackmail me.

He tried the same thing with me.

Wanted more than the 500 I gave him.

A lot more.

Ten times 500.

But I didn't kill him.

I suppose, tomorrow, your kid

will have a wristwatch on the other arm.

You shut up.

What are you going to do about Jones?

You're the one that got the X.

Tomorrow morning.

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(sighs)

My directions okay?

(laughing): Oh, well, let's just say I'm here.

What's going on?

Well, when I called you in Sacramento last night,

you told me that the hit-and-run car

that killed Nicky Gorman was not a Cadillac.

Yeah.

Well, they think it's some sort of, uh...

compact or jeep, maybe.

Well, yesterday, I saw a jeep

with what looked like a brand-new headlight.

At least the other one was all spattered with mud.

Are you saying you know the identity

of the driver of the hit-and-run accident?

It wasn't an accident.

He was murdered.

I'd say so.

Betty, there is new money around here.

A man named Flory, a real estate woman,

both driving big, expensive new cars.

There's a rancher

with a great big mortgage all paid off.

New boats on the lake.

New money... it sort of...

Sticks out a bit.

Yep.

Yeah.

You know, Betty, I could put this all together

if you had told me there'd been a bank robbery

or a stickup of an armored car.

Barnaby, there's nothing.

I dug all the way from the hijacking at Redding

to the truck heist in Seattle.

There's just nothing.

Hijacking?

You remember that sky pirate who bailed out

with a million dollars a hundred miles from here.

They never found him. The FBI...

Does anybody remember his name?

(chuckling): I don't think he ever gave it out.

Betty, do you remember something else you told me?

Nick Gorman and Johnny Arthur were both

paratroopers. Paratroopers.

Oh...

BARNABY: Nick probably masterminded it for Johnny Arthur.

He had a survival kit stashed in the woods.

Told him to lay low for six weeks

until the big search for him was over.

At which time Nick was

going to meet him here at Parker Junction.

Nick showed up, asked for him by another name

but described him so perfectly that somebody panicked.

Somebody who'd already found the million-dollar ransom.

Found Johnny Arthur along with it and murdered him.

Took his life, his money and his watch.

And when Nick began to suspect what had happened...

They had to kill him, too.

It's murder-go-round, Betty.

And once it starts, it's hard to stop.

That young mechanic at the garage, he caught on.

He's missing. He's probably dead, too.

(gunshot)

Are you all right?

No. I'm scared silly.

Let's get out of here.

Okay. No. Your car.

What? What?

Let's hope he's watching mine.

(starter cranking, engine stalling)

(tires screeching)

Well, what do we do now?

What I'm going to do is have a talk with them.

A talk, after what just happened?

There's no proof against the killer of Nicky Gorman

that would warrant making an arrest.

Well, then what can you do?

I must've stirred them up

pretty good last night in The Tavern.

Now, I'm betting that they're going to call a panic meeting,

and I'm going to be there. Barnaby...

My guess is that the skyjack seeker

is among the four of them...

Five, counting the sheriff.

Nobody else in town knows.

And they're not fools enough

to raise a hand to me in front of citizens

who may turn out to be witnesses later on.

What witnesses?

You'll find some...

That Molly that runs the hotel up there.

Get anybody you can.

That's the reason I brought you up here.

Barnaby, wh-what good is a confrontation with them

when you just said there's no proof?

Here they come.

It's a meeting of the clan all right.

Andy Spake coming in.

And Rile's jeep.

John Flory coming up.

And dear Bea Johnson.

Full cast.

Well, time for me to go to the party.

Barnaby...

Time for you, too.

RILE: Man, you missed him? SPAKE: I couldn't help it.

BEA: Shouldn't have left anything to you!

SPAKE Would you listen to me? Will you listen to me just one minute?

Listen to me! Look, I had him right in the sights.

This woman drove up. BEA: What woman?

How do I know?! If you had him right in the sights,

why didn't you just pull the trigger? Look, she kept moving! She'd move one way,

then he'd get up and he'd walk around...

(all talking over each other)

SPAKE: I was trying! I did the best I could.

BEA: Well, the best wasn't good enough!

SPAKE: You do it!

Spake.

I got a message for you.

A message for me?

State police are on their way over,

pick up that jeep you were driving

the day you killed Nicky Gorman.

No, not me. I wasn't driving. Shut up.

It's Rile's jeep. Doesn't make any difference.

You were driving it. I wasn't driving it.

I swear! Can't you keep your mouth shut?

Of course you were driving.

Left headlight shattered on impact.

Pieces of glass in Gorman's body, they'll match up.

Mr. Jones, don't you hear me? BEA: Spake, you fool!

You're doing exactly what he wants!

It's murder, Spake.

What about him?

Oh, I know, Mr. Rile killed that hijacker

that Gorman came up here to meet. I-I didn't kill anybody.

Where are you going?

You buried him on your property.

Buried everything he had with him except his watch.

You crazy fool! That's how he knows.

Do something! Will you do something?

You buried the mechanic Russ Lee there, too, didn't you?

Hijackers are a menace to the world

and Russ was a blackmailer.

Oh, dear God, Rile!

Well, he knows, doesn't he?

They'll be digging up the graves.

Shut up, Rile! Just shut up!

Look, Mr. Jones, you got to believe me.

When I found that suitcase full of money,

I-I was gonna turn it all in, but...

but I was gonna lose my ranch.

I needed the money.

I waited my whole life for a chance like that.

And then they moved in on me.

Are you insane? Be quiet! Okay, you dumb...

Hold it! Hold it!

Now, that's enough.

You four are under arrest.

Well, Sheriff...

That took a lot of gall,

since you're a part of it.

And particularly...

since we have an audience.

Come on out. See for yourself.

They heard every word.

BARNABY: The whole confession.

All the squabbling about who killed who.

Oh, Mr. Flory, uh,

if you're thinking of going out the back door,

it won't do any good.

Why don't you join us?

(chuckling): Hi. Mm! Hi.

How you doing? Fine.

Did you catch anything?

Not a nibble. Aw, that's too bad.

You want some lunch? Yeah, don't mind if I do.

Well?

You were right.

Eli Rile did carry liability insurance.

Which means that Helena Gorman

stands to collect about $20,000.

And we stand to collect a little fee.

Did you call her?

Of course I did. Right after a judge

formally charged all those involved.

Including the sheriff?

Yep.

And that means there is no lawman in Parker Junction.

And they asked me if you'd like

to, um, temporarily take over the job.

You might be able to get in some nice fishing

the next couple of days.

Before the fish quit for the season.

(both laughing)

(line reeling) Here we go.

You got one, Barnaby! Here we are.

Hey, forget about the sandwich.

I got a better lunch coming.

(laughing): Great.

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