 I've been employed to bring you back, and that's just what I'm going to do, Mr. O'Reilly. Like it or not. Havegun will travel. Starring Mr. John Daener as Paladin. San Francisco, 1875. The Carlton Hotel. Headquarters of the man called Paladin. Dancing Girl Missing. Soma Valley's Armenian colony. Today sadly canceled its annual wine festival. Because the principal dancer is reported to have eloped. Mr. Paladin. Quiet, head boy. To have eloped with a passing cowboy. The girl's father, Samuel Abaginian, has offered $1,000 for her return. Local authorities point out that she is of age, and they have no jurisdiction in the matter. Fire! Fire? Oh, a joke, haha. Here you cigars, I brought them. Oh, wait a minute, hey boy. I want you to send this wire for me. Oh, hey, you leave again already? Mm-hmm. There. I haven't had a good shish kebab for years. Rice pilaf. Paklava. Paklava. Armenian cooking. Oh, yeah, paklava. Now, after you send that, get me two seats for the ballet roost two weeks from tonight. Well, you saw Mr. Paladin. Oh, you'll be back. Oh, I'll be back. Better get that wire off right away. Yeah, you saw Mr. Paladin. Even if you've had embarrassing dandruff for years, you can get rid of it now in three minutes. That's all it takes with Fitch, dandruff remover shampoo. Yes, unsightly dandruff's gone in three minutes with Fitch. The biggest, easiest of all leading shampoos. What's more, using Fitch regularly is guaranteed to keep embarrassing dandruff away. Just apply in the unique Fitch manner before you wet hair, rub in one minute. This way Fitch shampoo penetrates right down to the scalp. Next, add water. Lather one minute to wash every trace of dandruff out of your hair. Then rinse one minute. All that loosen dandruff goes down the drain. In three minutes with Fitch, one rubbing, one lathering, one rinsing, dandruff's gone. At the same time, gentle Fitch can leave your hair up to 35% brighter. To get rid of dandruff problems forever, brighten hair too. Use Fitch regularly. Get Fitch dandruff remover shampoo today, only 59 cents. The sun was warm. The sky was clear and the grapes were harvested. And all that was left was to press them in the vats and wait for them to become wine. An ancient vocation of an ancient happy people. And their leader was a great giant of a man named Abaginian. Stop that frightful music. It sours the grapes before they are crushed. Husband must we mourn forever. We have other daughters. Coming to your ear, woman, is a blow for my fist. Do I produce daughters for every passing stranger? Do I beg children to populate foreign villages? Prepare me an answer. Look, there's another one. What? You. Out. Good afternoon, Mr. Abaginian. Out, I say, out. Do we disregard hospitality? Out. My name is Paladin. The name is of no importance. You're like the other one. The strangers are carrying a weapon. You are Paladin? That's right. Oh. Woman, where is our hospitality? I have your certificate. We have exchanged words on the telegraph. Move. What sort of man was this, O'Reilly? Oh, the spoiler of women. An infidel with evil in his heart. Only a boy scarcely in his 20s. You have no acquaintance with the world woman. This girl of ours, Paladin, even though she is a dancer to warm men's hearts, she's a lamb, a mouse, an innocent mouse. She was seemed to kiss him the night before. Next comes my fist to your ear. If our Helen was seemed to kiss him, that was a matter of force. Paladin, have you ever seen a snake transfix a mouse with its eye? This O'Reilly, this is such a reptile. Dangerous. You can overtake them? I think so. Good. Both must come back. There must be a marriage. A marriage? Custom. They have been together four days and four nights. Oh, of course. Now, what about the fee, Mr. Abaginian? Oh, I am a poor man, Paladin. A few acres of worthless vines, but I am generous. Although it ruins me for this simple task, I will pay you $200. The price we discussed was $1,000. Too much, too much. Well, since you say this O'Reilly is dangerous, now I must ask $2,000. Oh, I have no faith in my description. Paladin, I'm a poor farmer. On my knees each night I will send you my prayers for your entire life, my gratitude. No. $500, my last offer. You have a thousand acres, vines, sheep, goats, but for friendship, $1,500. Paladin, have no faith in these stories of wealth. I have been living above my station. My prayers, the prayers of the entire colony, the thanks of a ruined man, and $800. And I'll have to sell my home and live in a tent to raise it. What can I do? Such generosity. $1,200. $900. The diet of grape leaves the rest of my life. $1,000. Done. Good. All right, seal the bargain. Watch here, my friend. Drink of fire. Most men drink one swallow, perhaps two, but Appaginium, watch. Drink, huh? Of course. Are you poor for me? Enough. No. Enough. Ha-ha-ha-ha! Here is. Go, friend, bring back my daughter. Yes. Of course. I follow their trail out of the Soma Valley and into the high-range lands. Along the way, I talk to a miner, a cow-puncher, a deputy sheriff. All of them remembered Helen Nabaginian quite well. Hardly anyone could tell me anything about her traveling companion, except that he wore chaps and boots and carried a gun. It was noon of the second day when I first caught sight of them. They were resting in the shade of a grove of cottonwood. I dismounted and walked toward them. They were so busy with their problems, they didn't notice. Ma'am, I ain't going to ride my horse to death, but you are no other woman. You don't love me. You're a dog going right, I don't. I told you that every foot of the last hundred miles. Now, ma'am, ma'am, look, people just ain't going to believe you followed me. But I cannot go home now. You have me compromised. Now, that's a lie. I ain't laid a hand on you. At my father's house, you kissed me. Well, that was just funny. There is something wrong with me. Oh, well. I kissed badly. Well, that's not... I am ugly. No, I didn't say that. Now, you just ain't my type at all. That's what it is. I don't like to be chased. It makes a man nervous. I'm sorry. Well, here now. Let me get you out. You're gone. You see? You see, you kissed me again. No, you kissed me. Now, you ought to be ashamed. Shamed? Is it so bad that I love you? You let me dance for you. Let me change your mind. No, no, no, ma'am. Ma'am, if you so much as move an elbow, I'm going to get... How do, mister? Is that Virginia? Yes. My name is Paladin. Your father employed me to bring you back. Oh, man, am I glad to hear that. Both of you, Mr. O'Reilly. Well, what's your father want me for? For a wedding. To her? To her. Look, you don't want to take me back for that. Why, a man wants to feel comfortable with his woman. Now, her... Well, a man just watching her walk makes me feel all edgy. Who wants to spend his life feeling like that? How old are you? Mister, you can talk to your blue in the face. Guns or no guns, I still ain't going back with you and I'm not going to marry her. Well, maybe just as well, and a really good girl wouldn't have written trail alone with you. You take that back. She's as good as they come. You seem pretty certain. I am certain. It sounds like you just might be in love with her. You take that back, you... Don't worry about her, miss. She's all right. Anyway, he's going back with us. Oh, Jimmy! Jimmy, open your eyes! Did you hear that, Jimmy? You're going back with us. Yeah, okay, okay, okay. Okay. I'm going back. But just remember, you can lead a horse to water, but you can't make him drink. Jimmy! Don't go on it anyway. In the 1800s, the Monroe doctrine dictated that Americans put a wall between themselves and the world. Today, however, times have changed. 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The happy bride chattered all the way and the reluctant groom grew more surly and silent as the Abaginian vineyard came into sight. Once there, the father-in-law to be ordered immediate preparations for the wedding. Aside from half a hundred people scurrying together the best foods and wines and music, these orders also included the business of washing up for all. When a man has been seven days and nights with a beautiful woman and says that he did not touch her, then you are listening to a liar or a fool. Oh, that's nice. So now I'm a fool, huh? That's all the thanks I get for being a gentleman. Now you. Getting the tub off with the clothes? Scrap. What? I ain't gonna take no bath and I ain't taking off my clothes. Let her do it, Jimmy. What? Well... I'm okay. These people ain't got no right to pull off my clothes and dunk me in here. Even a barbarian bathes for his own matters. And I told you I'm just marrying her to protect her reputation. That's all. That's all. You can lead a horse to order. End of the tub. Take it. Don't pour that water on me now. The first time I ever took a bath in the middle of the week. There is your woman at the beginning of all great things. Woman. Heaven's best gift. You're most delightful of God's creatures. Can I have a towel? Are you clean? Cleaner than the new late age. And here is a towel. Yeah. Now she's getting time for the business of the wedding. Here. Hey, don't pour that on me. Oil for fragrance. Now this into your skin. Very pleasant. Oh. Oh. I won't do no such thing. Oh, that smells sweet enough to catch flies. It's customary, O'Reilly. Well, ain't I got a right to have customs, too? But I've it in good. You know something, O'Reilly? You make quite a picture. You were... Oh, dawg, garnet. Mm, mm, shish kebab. It's not often a man sits at a table like this. Rice pilaf, casquette, kebacca. O'Reilly? Yeah, you ought to try something. No, no, no. Oh. The time I was moving along, I went through getting married, didn't I? Mm, you did. But a smart man doesn't ride off at night hungry. Yeah, well, I tell you, I ain't staying now. Well, I've done my part. No one's keeping you. Goodbye. Yeah. What's the matter? Dog, don't hit her. I can't run off without saying goodbye to the girl, can I? I mean, after all, I just... Well, I just married her. Oh, it's just a formality. It's like you said, you can lead a horse to water. Mm-hmm. Now, goodbye, O'Reilly. Now, how come all of a sudden you want me to leave, huh? Why is that? Well, you don't seem to care about the girl. Maybe it's just as well you don't wait to see her dance. Dog, go on. She can just dance her full head off. I'll be too busy eating. I'll just be too busy to notice. What is this foreign stuff here? I don't know. Might be good, though. Here. Here, try this. Yeah, thanks. Mm-hmm. Hey, you got some good cooks around here. Mm-hmm. You know something, O'Reilly? Bride. Bride always supervises the preparation of the wedding foods. Oh, she does? She does. It's customary. Is that fact? Mm-hmm. Well, now, you know, just because they don't do things like my people, you see, I got me four brothers. Well, that, uh, that dog, he ain't real down to Earth folks now, does he? You sound like you're beginning to grow up. Yeah. Well, I must grow it up as the next man. Just because that little Abgenian gal gets me. I mean, well, don't go on it. Women don't chase men. I'm not too sure. What I mean is a man don't want a wife that chases him. Well, as Helen, a man, if I live with her, I... Look, look, Mr. Paladin, just watching her makes me nervous. Hmm? Not so? Yes, sir. Yes, sir. I mean, my stomach flops around, my knees shake. Well, don't go on it. She makes me feel downright miserable. A man wants to feel kind of calm, comfortable with women, huh? Oh, oh. I think they're getting ready for her dance. Yeah, well, I guess I ought to be Mosey and... Uh, O'Reilly, you know, um, ancient Armenia was at the crossroads of the world. You know, the origins of her dances are lost in antiquity, a flavor of ancient Greece, uh, Persia, perhaps even Manoa. Such dances, O'Reilly, are a language, the most understandable, universal, compelling language of mankind. Well, maybe so, Paladin, but I'm just... And there's your bride. She's dancing for you. She's kind of... What's that she's wearing? A veil from a Persian. Leaving, Mr. O'Reilly? Oh, Mr. Paladin, that's my wife. Do you see speed laws and other regulations as restrictive, or do you look upon them as protective? When a police officer writes a summons for traffic violations, do you see him as an enemy or a friend? Your life may depend on your attitudes. Statistics clearly indicate that where laws are obeyed, deaths go down. It's no secret that emotional immaturity is the major factor in our accident rate. 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You think I would pay so much as a single goat to mix his blood with mine? You offer to let your daughter carry to marriage her bedding and clothing. Such generosity should be written on the side of Mount Ararat for all to see. All right, perhaps I could spare a goat for milk. A goat? For milk. Oh, you can spare a goat for milk. Beside the Virginian, the poorest Arab in the mud hut is a caliph who dispenses gifts of amber and silver. Beside the Virginian, a serpent becomes an animal of great stature and dignity and a toad becomes an animal of great beauty. For an acre of vines. I'm a poor man. Now, did you hear that? An acre of vines. Come. Let us circulate the news of such generosity. A messenger to the old country. A runner to the next town. All right. All right. Five acres of vines and two of three. No. Ten and five. No. No. No. Six carrying milk. All right. Oh, man. I hope that boys run in his blood. His parents had five sons. Five? Well, a busy day, Mr. Pelican, but perhaps not a bad one. Five, you say? He told me so himself. Then perhaps a grandson, huh? A glass of ochre for luck? I'd be delighted, Mr. Abaginian. Hey, boy. Oh, Mr. Pelican, how happy to see you. Did you get me the tickets to the Ballet Rouge? Oh, hey, boy, did not forget. Yeah. Oh, that's fine, hey, boy. I'll just... Oh, I am so sorry. So clumsy of me. I knocked your tickets away. Perfectly all right. Those are our ballet tickets. Oh, you're with the Ballet Rouge? You will see me dance, then you'll enjoy the ballet, Mr. Pelican, madame. Yes, I do. I saw your company in Paris last year. So? And I'm just returning from a visit where I saw the Armenian wine dance beautifully performed. Oh, yes, I have heard of that dance. I should enjoy attempting it someday, but where is there such a teacher? Why do you look at me so? Doggone. What? In my imagination, I pictured you performing that dance. Madame... May I offer you a cognac? Delighted. Have gone. Will travel. Created by Herb Meadow and Sam Roth is produced and directed by Norman McDonnell and stars John Daner as Paladin with Ben Wright as Hayboy. Tonight's story was written by Jean Roddenberry and adapted for radio by John Dawson. Featured in the cast were Laurence Dopkin, Dick Crenna, Lillian Byeth, Virginia Christine and Lynn Allen. Hugh Douglas speaking. Join us again next week for Have Gone. Will Travel.