 tired of the everyday grind ever dream of a life of romantic adventure want to get away from it all we offer you escape escape transcribe to free you from the four walls of today for a half hour of high adventure you are lost in the trackless wild of the Irish Moors you're only companion a beautiful gypsy woman and you know that somewhere in the dark behind you searching every foot of ground for you is the giant of a man called Charon who plans to take your girl and at the same time take your life listen now as escape brings you John Daner story Ben Chalena and the Fisherman it was a cold and gusty night that found me sitting over a whiskey in a pub in Ballet Moran a lonely village situated on the bleak uplands of County Mayo in the west of Ireland I had come over from London for a fortnight of trout fishing which I'd been told was excellent in these parts as it was late and the pub deserted I was questioning the proprietor one hack at Jay or cool about the lakes and streams nearby he was a little man all mustache and eyebrows and a bowler hat pulled down over his ears industriously polishing the glasses behind the counter you're here for the fish and yes I've been told it's excellent here oh that it is that it is losing all that me life deal well where would you suggest I make a start it's hard to say hard to say you might try the real the killed any the real no no no no think it over twice you'd be better off in the lock was that yes yes yes that'll be the best time sure for a stranger the lock where is the lock the knowledge only a mile to the east but that's by going straight up to get there you have to walk around the mountain five miles and there's no road and the no no no no that that's too far you better try something closer in so far I have the rills of killed any and locked and I'll and they're both good juice out that long that long well that's long and that's respectable respectable I'll tell you where the trout are more respectable than that I'd better have another whiskey and you'll need it when I tell you about the place I'm dreaming won't you join me mr. O'Coole I should not even be telling you this but I feel it me duty since you come all the way from London with your fish Paul yes I'd hate to be disappointed the dream or the Reno where's that the waters of the dream of upon dark male and the fishing's good that big truly strike me a family and strike me dead why did you hesitate a moment ago it's because well dark male what is dark male the loneliest more in all of albent north or south stretches from the mountains to the sea and cursed with a loneliness that keeps all living things away where do I find this place except for the gypsy folk last year before he went mad porphyry slog and told of seeing the black romany dancing among the spirits people in the vapor for the wild bandango they were mr. O'Coole how far is it with burning and flames how far mr. O'Coole not far not far but you'd be lost forever come now I'm sure that we folk won't make off with a harmless fisherman like me how do I find this this dark male and the dream oh when through life I'm blessed we roll I'll tell you the following day I gave myself an early start and arrived after an hour's walk at the place described by mr. O'Coole dark male and the waters of the dream oh it was a cheerless expanse of ancient rock and wild gore shrouded over with lifeless tatters of mist or or vapors I could readily understand the native's reluctance to set foot on this bleak ground but the deep flowing waters of the dream oh excited me in this barren land and soon I had my line in the water mr. O'Coole was right the trout were magnificent and my luck was with me it was almost noon when something really big struck at my fly last missed you well I'll get you yet who's there I can't see you oh I see you now I oh nothing it's so lonely here so desolate I didn't expect to see anyone let alone a beautiful young woman beautiful I watch you all morning you've been here all morning by the rocks up there and I say oh what a beautiful man I wonder what he's like to love me oh well is that so I see you lose that fish yes I enjoy that word seems to help me carry the burden of my misfortune I say you'll frighten off all the fish they can hear you know I am magic all morning I make you cut feet all the fish all morning where it's very interesting thank you very much now again you go fish and I say you catch the same one you just lose I hope you're right well here goes cross your fingers or whatever it is you've been doing now into that pool over there perfect now we'll see yes you will catch him very soon working your magic yes magic magic good you know you worry me why aren't you cold dressed like that I am not cold hardly fitting for the rigors of dark male don't you like fascinating inadequate but there he is again got him he's a fighter I'll have to work closer to him be careful that rock you step on boy I've got you now I've got you sleeping I'm all right I can just nothing I'll be oh let me help you I must have twisted my ankle I can't put any weight on it take my hand oh you'll get all wet no hold now thank you beautiful man let me look at your leg can't see nothing it hurt can't put my weight on it you come with me to my caravan I fix you why not back to ballet Moran meet is too far my caravan is closer down I show you the camp of the gypsies lay in a sheltered pocket of ground surrounded by great boulders and the never-ending scrub of dark male there was none of the color which I associated with a gypsy camp and the people of Romany instead here were a grim folk animating a dismal landscape who felt silent at my approach and who looked at me with suspicion there was a cook fire burning in the center of the clearing an old crone stirring a black kettle the beautiful gypsy girl helped me into a caravan a rather disorderly house on wheels it made me comfortable on a pile of blankets now I will make you well first time I've been in one of these it is my home it's rather clever at that like the tortoise you carry your house with you yes like a tortoise everything on my back heavy I noticed the others too so grim no smiles it is Charon the head of my tribe a hard man hard cruel but he's gone away now to trade horses in the South countries he would not be back for a long time but let us not talk about him here you lie back and I will fix you what is that magic hold on the last time you tried your magic it broke my leg oh no no my magic gonna cut you fish anyway you like not broken oh I see this is blood of my brother blood of you in that bag oh not real blood little stone a glass and many flowers I put it on your leg so and it will take away the pain very magic an amulet look don't you think I should get to a doctor why did you do that you are beautiful I'd like to kiss you yes that seemed to help you like to I think we should try it again just to be sure yeah what is your name Benchelina's her name Gandonamengro Benchelina Petulengro her name Sostu te carrying a cry Jugal the woman who is to marry Charon you spy for Charon yes for Charon what the devil is this all about ah he's vinyl the shadow of Charon he's the coward who whispers the ugly stories to his master now look here you rest this is not you fight you rest you call up what are you doing here tonight Charon is coming Benchelina you know I will not be here you will find you then I will be dead I will not marry him I shall sit here and wait until he comes do you're waiting outside Carlo no Charon says I watch I watch it will be a long watch not long Charon comes in the morning in the morning he is coming to take his bride the beautiful Benchelina you lie he's in the south but what will Charon say in the morning when I tell him the beautiful Benchelina was kiss the Gorgio here you will not touch Charon anything he will cut you in the face in the morning if I tell him is not so you will not touch Charon anything Benchelina in the morning Benchelina not anything anything Vino Vino wait let me look at him give him a good one all right is he dead no but what happens now we must go you and me why because of this Charon if he finds us here he kill you and he kill me now is the time to run to hide come you are listening to Benchelina and the fishermen tonight's presentation of escape in the world of narcotics a pusher is someone who sells the illegal drugs tomorrow evening CBS radio's night watch police tape record an actual attempt to make a sale an attempt intercepted by alert night watchers every Friday evening CBS radio spotlights true dramatic police proceedings on night watch and now escape and the second act of Benchelina and the fishermen Vino lay unconscious on the floor of the caravan there was a sickly pallor to his face and as I looked at his still form a wild thought came to me what if he's dead not unconscious but dead and the name Charon took shape in my mind as something to fear that maybe the coming morning would bring me to disaster suddenly I found myself drawn into the conflict as surely as though it were myself it struck Vino from now on I knew my fortunes were with the gypsy Benchelina and so we fled the gypsy camp all night Benchelina drove the horse cart at high speed over the moor over the endless miles of dark mayo until it dawned the road dwindled to little more than a cow pad and we came to the sea there was a stone cottage standing alone on a cliff but something was wrong oh no no not here not here what's the matter I came all the way west but I take the wrong road I am lost what are you doing I must find the road but you're going back I must find the road it's suicide we can't go back Charon is following give me the range give them to me now be sensible if we go back one step we'll walk right into Charon he can't be far behind we'll find some other way we'll go back to that cottage and ask there is a town Belle Clue where is Belle Clue it is in a bay by the ocean if we find Belle Clue we are safe who? who? we'll ask here help me down yes give me your hand your foot is better seems to be now let's see if there's anyone about hello anyone here hello let's look inside deserted don't go in why not there is death in the house death come now it's just an ordinary cottage death has been here or death is waiting I know in my bones I know yeah if it will make you feel better we don't have to go in don't go in and let's look around come along let's see what we can from the point yes there you are the ocean it make me afraid the waves the water we're so high you're afraid of many things the Romani are afraid of the great oceans good maybe that will keep Chiron away ah not Chiron he will follow anywhere we go except wait look what? over there the bay no no no farther along the coast see the town oh yes bell clue I know it is the town you were looking for yes but see there is no road along the cliffs no way to reach it from here without going back we can't do that wait wait a minute I have an idea I'll go down to the water maybe there's a boat that belongs to this cottage if I find one we can make our way around the point and cross the bay to bell clue you stay here and keep watch I'll be right back by the water's edge I found what I was looking for a battered but serviceable dory in a sheltered cove I was elated and I hastened back up the path to tell Benchelina the good news when I reached the top I called to her there was no answer I looked out to cross the moor but Benchelina was nowhere in sight I became alarmed and increased my pace calling to her again and again still there was no answer then rounding the cottage I saw something that stopped me dead in my tracks there in the sun sitting on a stone wall swinging his legs back and forth was a man a swarthy man with a handsome, pockmarked face he was whistling a tune when he saw me he stopped and smiled sir good day then he beckoned to me with the gun he held in his right hand please come here I am so sorry your leg they told me you injured it not a shame you must be you're on the kangalan I believe you have heard of me I've heard of you far enough stop there let me look at you it was right you are handsome quite understandable that Benchelina should be carried away where is Benchelina? out there hiding behind that big rock I don't see her no we don't see her but I know she is there she saw me coming around to hide now she is watching to see what I will do and what are you going to do? you will see Benchelina listen to me it is time to go I will count to ten if you do not come before I finish I will shoot your lover shoot what kind of man are you? one two three four this is insane five six seven seven Benchelina think your lover seven there she is good very good very wise Benchelina hurry now it is time to go back hello Romani chief you are still beautiful too bad you are still beautiful look I don't know what you are planning to do Gordio don't say anything it is all right I need to go back now lover we do not need you turn it on what do you do Chiron? we leave the Barassan here what do you say? no it must have been a savage blow for I lay unconscious most of the day when I opened my eyes the clouds had blanked out the sun the sky was threatening I dragged myself into the cottage it was empty in one corner there was a pile of dried seaweed and I fell across it for a long while I lay unmoving then came the wind then the rain I managed to find fuel to light a fire in the hearth at least I would be warm night came it was sometime during the early hours when looking toward the door I saw it swing slowly open I rubbed my eyes and looked again framed in the doorway was a man I looked closely then I recognized that it was Chiron he was standing in the heavy downpour his right hand behind his back I bring you a bride I don't understand you I bring back your love what have you done with Benchelina? she is with me you want to see of course I want to see Benchelina Benchelina calm it Benchelina it was unbelievable but only that morning had been a wild and beautiful creature stood before me now a hag with incredible brutality Chiron had carved a thousand deep wrinkles into her face and broken her teeth into ugly snags her hair hung lank over her face only the eyes showed it was Benchelina she stared at me and a thousand raindrops like a thousand tears poured down her mutilated face you like her? your pride? what have you done to Benchelina? she is yours Barassal you foul insane what have you done? I'll kill you you evil coward you rat no he will shoot you I'll kill him one more step and I'll shoot no Chiron no stop Benchelina made that gun me huh? Barassal Chiron was dead at my feet Benchelina's body lay a little to the side her black hair covering her tortured face I looked at her for a long while then I went outside dark male was suffering under the heavy rain I walked down the path to the road and then down the road under the direction of Norman McDonnell escape has brought you transcribe Benchelina and the fisherman by John Daner starring Vic Perrin with Paula Winslow featured in the cast were Parley Bear and Lawrence Dobkin your announcer Roy Rowan the special music for escape is composed and conducted by Leith Stevens next week you are drifting along the muddy reaches of a South American river you're diving gear in readiness the air pump going yet you know that in the murky depths below you waiting in the slime there for you is a mortal enemy from whom there may be no escape so listen next week when escape brings you Anthony Barrett story blood waters CBS radio brings you the great news reporters of the CBS radio newsroom Edward R. 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