 And the producer of radios, outstanding theatre of thrills, the master of mystery and adventure, William M. Robson. If people were truly moral, there would be no need for moral precepts. We are carefully taught and constantly reminded of how we should act. And the reason for this must be that man is fundamentally bad. In any case, all too often, kindness is not repaid in kind. The golden rule is broken, and the hand that feeds gets bitten. Such ingratitude is our story concerned, a story which should at least serve as a warning to those ladies who stubbornly insist on letting their hair grow, as nature intended it to. Listen then as Frank Lovejoy stars in Friend of Daddies, which begins in just a minute. Oh. Joseph. Why, why, why? Who is she? Who is who? Who are you dreaming about? Was I dreaming? You were talking in your sleep and giggling. How about that? What were you giggling about? I can't remember. Joseph, you mentioned a girl's name. Oh, what name? Spice. Spice? Candy Spice. Candy Spice. It sounded like a dancer or a cheese or something. Oh. Oh, what? Well, I must have said candy Spice. Candy Spice is a horse. I bet on him once. You bet on a horse? Yeah, we had a pool. I could have won $3. Well, you should have put the money into savings bonds. They're a much better investment. It was only 50 cents. For 63 cents a day, you can buy a $25 bond a month. And one year's worth of bonds will bring $300 when they mature. What's more, they are guaranteed to be winners. The whole United States stands behind them. Uh-huh. So don't waste money betting on horses. Put it in savings bonds. Okay. Can I still dream about horses though? If you do it quietly. Say, why were you giggling about a horse? And now, friend of daddy. Starring Mr. Frank Lovejoy. A tale well calculated to keep you in suspense. Oh, you little, give me that tickle. No. Don't you ever do that again. You give a person a heart attack scaring them like that. Give me my gun. Give me my gun. Have me a bell across the mouth. I'm sorry, Mr. I didn't mean to scare you. Give me my gun. Just don't ever do that again. I won't. I promise I won't. Hey, what's your name? Bush. Yeah? My name's Bush too. You do? Yeah. How about your last name's Carl? That's right. How'd you know? Don't you look like your daddy? You know my daddy? I know him in the war in Korea. I was just looking for his house. It's right there. Oh, he's at work. Oh. But mine's home. Well, then let's go see mommy. Okay? Okay, yes. Can I have my gun back? Sure. Hey, I'm Bush. Only remember what I said. Yeah. What did I say? I ought to give people a heart attack so I can get a bell in the mouth. Yeah. Well, that's not it exactly, so let's forget about it, okay? Okay. Because we're going to be friends, aren't we, Bush? Yeah, I guess. Well, tell him I don't want any. He's a friend of daddy. Oh, well, just a minute. I'm sorry. I thought it was a gentleman. I just washed my hair. I was drying it out back. Very pretty, your hair. Butch said you were a friend of my husband? Oh, yes. I'm Butch Bailey. Butch Bailey? Well, I'd lastly need Butch's daddy's best friend from the Korean War. I know. Oh. You two have already met? Oh, yes. Yes, out front. I was ambushed. Oh, yes. Young Maverick's quite a shot to those catfish. Won't you sit down? Thank you. He ought to be getting home any minute. I know he'll be so glad to see you. Been a long time. Can I get you something? A can of beer or something? Oh, thank you. I'm fine. Well, excuse me a minute. I'll do up my hair. No. No, please. Leave it the way it is. It's so pretty. Well, I... I don't see long hair like that much, do you think? I guess I'm just old-fashioned. I've never cut it. I don't. Don't ever. I'll never forget the look in that sergeant's face. When you told him if he wanted some commie prisoners, he could find plenty. Right up there across the line. Yeah, yeah. I know what... What went out to get them? I did. But I'd never have gotten back if it hadn't been for you. Ah, forget it. More coffee, anyone? Yes. Do you have another cup? Well, then what happened? It's way past your bedtime. That's what happened. Ah, mom. Come on now. Come on. Just let me stay for one more story. All right. But you've had it for a long time. For time. Right now. Okay. Okay. I'll come in and tuck you in, honey. Say goodnight to daddy's friend. Can you tell me some more stories about the war sometime? Oh, sure, but... When? Oh, I don't know. Sometime. Well, all right now, but... All right. I'm going. Night. Night, son. Funny coincidence. You're calling him Butch. It isn't a coincidence. He was Christian, Bailey Carson, but... You named him after me? Oh, he wouldn't be here if it weren't for you, because I wouldn't be here now if it weren't for you. It's good to know that there's a kid growing up carrying your name. Me? I got nobody, no family, nothing to tie to. Oh, that's no way to talk, Butch. The right girl's bound to come along. Oh, not for me. Who'd have me? A gimp with a bad ticker who spent most of the best years of his life in veterans' hospitals? Yeah, but that's all over now. What are your plans? Plans? Oh, I don't have any. What good are plans? Then we'll make some for you. Look, Butch, why don't you stay here with us for a while? I couldn't do that. Oh, sure you can. We've got a little room off the garage. It isn't much, but... We could fix it up, couldn't we, darling? Oh, yes. Of course we could. No, and I couldn't just walk in on you. Now listen to me, Butch. I'm a very happy man. And I owe my happiness. I owe my life to you. You don't forget a death like that. I've worried about it for years. I've wondered where you were and how you were, and suddenly you show up. My turn now to help you. Nothing is dramatic as saving your life, but at least I can help you get started on a new life. But... No buts out of it, darling. No. Again as of now. Hello, darling. Yes, please? I was thinking. Hmm? About what? Pete. Yes, darling? Don't let him stay here. What are you talking about? Of course he can stay here. Please. I'm afraid. Of what? Of him. Of old Butch with his game leg. Oh, then I'll be salating. I'm not. I'm afraid. Why? I don't know. I don't know. And now... That's true. A friend of Daddy's. Who is it? You got it for me, Bobby? Oh. Oh, good morning. What time is it? Right. Pete's gone to work already. Oh, I'm sorry. He's coffee on his shelf. Coffee shelf. Thank you. I'm trying to get ready to take Butchie in town to get it. Oh, don't worry about me. I'll find things okay. Butchie. Yeah, Mommy? You done? Oh. Hurry up. I'll be ready as soon as I finish brushing my hair. What are you doing here? Watching. Get out of my bedroom. My mother always brushed her hair a hundred times every morning and every night. You brush your hair a hundred times, Louise? I said, get out of here. I just want to watch. I don't see long hair like yours anymore. It's so soft and fine. Like my mother. Just like my mother. Let me touch it, Louise. Just once. Let me feel it. Get out or I'll scream. Please. Please. Oh, please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Yes. Oh. Oh, send him in. Please. Honey, what are you doing down here in the middle of the morning? He's a horrible man. Oh, what horrible man? That buddy of yours, Butch Bailey. Oh, what did he do? I was brushing my hair. And I looked up and there he was standing in the door watching me. Well, I don't blame him. You make an awfully pretty picture, brushing your hair. For you, please. Not for anybody else. Well, then you should close your door. In my own house. Pete, listen to me. Your friend is crazy. Oh, come on. I told you I was afraid of him. I was right. He had a look in his eyes. Now, aren't you imagining a lot of this? No. He wanted to... He wanted to... ...feel my hair. I had to push him out of the room with all my strength. Of course he had no right coming into the room. Then when I finally got up enough courage to come out, he was sitting in the breakfast nook drinking coffee, as cool as a cucumber, so nothing had happened. But look, it was still in his eyes. I can't describe it. Well, I'll have a little talk with old Butch tonight. If you don't seem to understand talking, won't do any good, get rid of him. But I can't just throw him out. If you don't, I'll take Butchie and check into a hotel. All the ways you're being childish. No, I'm not. I'm not going back to that house until that man is left. Well, I know this is a section, all that, but try to understand the poor guy. He's been in hospital for years with all those ugly nurses. And when he sees a woman as beautiful as you are, he... I did some checking at the Veteran's Administration on my way over here. Your friend Butch Bailey has been in and out of Veteran's hospitals ever since Cori had moved. Not for a crippled leg. Or a crippled mind. He's a psychopath. So, that's the way it is, pal. I see. I'm sorry, but you know how women are. Oh, sure, sure, I never should have come here. Oh, now don't say that. I don't want to cause you any trouble, Pete. You've got it made. A beautiful wife, 12 kids, no place for me in this setup. Now look, Butch. Well, that's what you're telling me, isn't it? But you make it sound like it is. Your wife says get rid of the bomb so you get rid of the bomb. You're not making the reason. Why should I? Oh, no, wait a minute. As you were, I'm not sore. I mean, I understand. I shouldn't have done what I did. I know that, but I didn't mean any harm. I was just looking at it. I know Butch. I understand, but she doesn't. And she's my wife. Yeah, I knew sick to her, kid. You've got a wonderful woman there. Well, I'd better shove her off to a Louise and get back in her own house. Where are you going? Well, no, it's okay. I do. Look Butch, what can I do for you? Do you need anything? Can I lend you some money until you get on your feet? No, thanks. Pete, I'll be all right. You do understand. Sure. Oh, sure. What do you say? Come on, Butch. Darling? Darling? You didn't mind too much, did you? What about Butch? Yes. Look, baby, you're my wife. You come first. First, get it, before anybody. Oh, Pete. Oh, hey, hey, look at the time. We'd better have to check. Oh, go and get ready for bed. Yes, and I'll lock all the doors and windows. Oh, don't be silly. Huh? You see my hairbrush? Oh, why? You can't find it on my dressing table. It's gone. Are you sure? No, what would I want with your hairbrush? I don't know. I wonder what Butch would want with it. Free of friend of daddy's. Here, oh, man, wish you would. You stay outside and play while I get dinner on the stove. Where are you, darling? At the office. I was just going to start dinner. Yes, I know. That's what I'm calling. I'm in town. Oh, Pete. I'm sorry. I suppose so. I thought you'd rest town. We had. Right on. Oh, Pete. I'm sorry. I suppose so. I thought you'd rest town. We had. Right on. What are you doing here? I couldn't stay away. It was Pete on the phone. I know. He said he was meeting me downtown. I made that statement and was sure he wouldn't come home. And interrupted. Interrupted? What do you want? Take down your hair. I certainly will not. Believe. Please do me a favor. Take down your hair. That's all I had. Just take it down. Ridiculous. And get out of here. Get out. You won't take down your hair when I ask you nicely? Of course not. Or I have to make you take it down. Put away that gun. I can tell you've left your hair down. You wouldn't use it? Oh, yes. I would. Even if I had to kill you, your hair would still be alive. Hair's as ungrowing as you know after death. Oh, no. Butch. Go on. Take out the pins. Oh, that's right. At the back. I'll fluff it out. Just like mother used to. Butch. Oh, that's it. Nice and loose. Like a living frame to your face. Right here. Here's your brush. This is what I took. Use it. Go on. Brush out a hundred times. Brush it until it crackles. Until it softens. Angels down. Butch. Oh, go on. Go on. I'm sorry about taking that brush the way you see. I thought that would be enough, but it wasn't. It reminded me of you. Your mother. I don't know. I don't know if I had to come back. I had to watch you using it. Don't you understand? When you're very little, you're very, very little, you're flying in your crib at night, and your mother comes to tough you, and she leans over you. Her hair, her beautiful long hair, falls down around you, a warm, sweet web of protection. You're safe. No harm can come to you. That tickles your nose a little, maybe a chuckle, maybe a sneeze. In your play with it, pulling in a little baby, smells like heaven. You fall asleep cleaning of angels and everything, one of them looking like you're Maria. Looking like you. This is crazy. Now you've got to let me touch it. Let me run my fingers through it. Stay away from me. I won't hurt you. I promise. I just want to feel it. I want to bury my face. No. No. I won't hurt you. Stop it. Stop it. Louise, don't try to stop me. Get away from me. Now you're going to let me. I'm not going to let you do anything. I'm alive or dead. I still had no hair if you're dead. You're choking me. Yes, Louise. I'm choking you with your own hair. If I have to use force, I will. Louise. Don't do that. Louise. Don't you ever go around scaring people with a gun. I shouldn't ever see the gun in the house. I forgot. Oh. This time I'm glad you did. What's the matter with what? Did I give my heart a pat? Maybe. I don't know. You said I shouldn't scare people and give my heart a pat. It's all right, dear. It's all right. Hello? Come home right away. I'm waiting for Butch. Butch is here. He's had an attack or something. Call a veteran hospital and tell him to come and get him. Hurry home, T. Please hurry. Listen. Listen again next week. When we return with Robert Horton scouring in oil for Victor, another tale well calculated to keep you in suspense. This is the United States Armed Forces Radio and Television Service.