Have Gun - Will Travel

Season 4 Episode 2

Love's Young Dream

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Aired Saturday 9:30 PM Sep 17, 1960 on CBS
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  • A delightful episode, not serious by any means, but very entertaining, and Ken Curtis provides an additional treat.

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    They have had a couple of episodes where previous characters turn up again, and when we last left Monk, sitting in a lake, contemplating Paladin's business card and musing how long it would take to get to San Francisco, we could guess it would only be a matter of time. The previous "Returns" had taken place within the same season as their characters' first appearances, however, so it must have been a pleasant surprise to see Monk turn up in the following season.

    Paladin, I am sure, would beg to differ with the "pleasant" aspect. Amused to find Hey Boy crossing the lobby and apparently cussing to himself in Chinese, he is outraged to find that some person with a peculiar appetite has used his business card to invade his suite. Rushing up to confront the miscreant, he stops dead in his tracks, and one cannot blame him. Warning: this is not a scene to watch while eating anything. I got a little nauseated myself to see Monk, unwashed and wearing his usual filthy outfit (which raises dust at any sharp movement) comfortably ensconced on Paladin's bed, shining with grease and slurping down oysters with loud, disgustingly succulant noises. Paladin looked as though he were having a hard time keeping his stomach under control (and I wonder just how long it was before he could bring himself to eat oysters again). Monk is delighted to see Paladin, who promptly heaves him out of his bedroom. One of Monk's maddening, yet pathetic, qualities is his inability to recognize how he affects people. He regards Paladin as his bosom friend, in spite of all the unpleasantness of their previous association. Paladin does finally get it across to him that he is not happy to see Monk, and Monk looks crushed. He's all alone in a big city, and Paladin is the only person he knows. He had come to visit his uncle (which might have been his excuse to come to San Francisco and see Paladin again) only to find that he had passed away, leaving his nephew a paper folded into a paper sack (also known as an envelope). Paladin reads the paper, finding that it is a will leaving Monk a half interest in a place called Bordelli's (the name of Monk's uncle). I'm not really sure what you would call Bordelli's. Monk calls it a saloon, but perhaps it is more of what would later be called a night club. It caters to the social elite of San Francisco, providing drinks, food, and music. (And possibly gambling in other parts of the house, but we don't see that.) Paladin is not in the least surprised to find that Monk had visited this place and been thrown out. Monk is a little miffed about this, but far more interested in the pretty lady who is in charge of Bordelli's. Knowing that he can't possibly get rid of him any other way, Paladin agrees to go with him (desperately trying to keep upwind of him as he does so).

    Paladin, fashionably dressed man-about-town, has no trouble getting access to Bordelli's--until the doorman discovers that Monk is his companion. Paladin slips past him with a ludicrously easy trick. Inside is a quiet, genteel atmosphere, with uniformed waiters, well-dressed customers, and soft music provided by a trio of musicians. Monk brings things to a screeching halt by letting out a loud "YEE-HA" at the sight of Augusta, the pretty lady in charge. Augusta actually looks more amused than anything else, but makes it plain that Monk does not belong in these surroundings. Paladin has to agree, but there is business to discuss. While he attempts to do so, the doorman (named, appropriately enough, Power) and his colleagues throw Monk out the door and into a large puddle opposite the steps. Monk promptly picks himself up and dashes back inside, managing to reach Augusta's side before getting yanked out again. This time, Monk hauls out a wicked-looking weapon. (I'm not sure just what it is; it looks like the gun carried by Jackson in "Incident at Borrasca Bend", which Paladin considered as dangerous to the user as to anyone he might point it at.) Bursting back into the house, he takes aim at Power and fires despite Paladin's yell of warning. Fortunately for everyone in the vicinity, the wet gun fizzles, and Monk is thrown out yet again. This time Paladin gives up trying to discuss matters (Augusta is completely indifferent to the news of Mort Bordelli's will) and goes out to fetch the soggy and smelly Monk.

    Back at the Carlton, Paladin realizes what he should have done in the first place, and commences the vast undertaking of getting Monk cleaned up, starting with a bath. Having somehow gotten the filty clothes off of him, Monk balks at entering the tub. Paladin simply picks him up bodily and drops him in. Once there, Monk accepts the situation and seems to enjoy it. Once he's clean, Paladin calls in the services of a manicurist, a barber, and a lightning-fast tailor. (Presumably the tailor simply made some alterations to a ready-made suit of clothes.) Monk doesn't understand why Paladin should go to all this trouble and expense. Apart from wanting to get Monk out of his hair, it may well be that Paladin enjoyed the pure satisfaction of bringing order out of the chaos that was Monk. Monk is agreeably surprised at how nice he looks. They head back to Bordelli's. Paladin, knowing that the change is, so far, on the surface only, cautions Monk to keep quiet.

    No problems getting in this time. Paladin finds an empty table and orders champagne for himself and whiskey (of a quality Monk has probably never tasted) for his companion, before inviting Augusta to join them. Augusta gets halfway down before the truth dawns on her. The truth is also dawning on Power, who intercepts the drinks and brings them to the table himself. Augusta, in shock, requests some whiskey for herself. She has to repeat herself sharply before Power slowly and insolently leaves. Paladin sees that there is a problem here. Augusta may have kept Mort Bordelli well in the background of their fancy establishment, but his masculine presence had helped to keep order. Now that he's gone, Power has started getting pushy. In spite of this, she still wants nothing to do with Monk, even the new and improved version. Monk, his eyes full of his pretty lady, is willing to do anything to help out, but Augusta doesn't need an inexperienced man fumbling around.

    The trio of musicians is taking a break, and while Augusta tries to make her position clear to Paladin, Monk casually steps aside and picks up one of the instruments. A hush falls over the entire room as he strums out the first notes, and his high nasal voice magically smooths out to a rich, golden tone as he sings a love song to his lady, who stares in disbelief. Paladin, too, looks as though someone must have made a switch with Monk while he wasn't looking.
    The song at its end, the room bursts into applause, which Monk doesn't seem to hear--he only has eyes for Augusta, and she for him. Sensing that the situation has resolved itself, Paladin slips the will back into Monk's hand and excuses himself. Augusta is enthralled with Monk's singing, although Monk claims he was only copying someone that he heard. None of them, including Paladin, have reckoned with Power, who snatches the will and tears it to shreds. Over Augusta's protests, he throws Monk out again, past Paladin, who had paused to light a cigar, and back into the puddle. Power is prepared to shoot Monk as he sits there, helpless, but Paladin, of course, has his little derringer. Augusta tells Power that he's fired, but Power scornfully tells her that Bordelli couldn't get rid of him and neither can she. He returns to the house, leaving the stunned woman on the street. She and Paladin turn to find that Monk has vanished.

    Paladin is quite certain where Monk has gone, and he's right--he's back in Paladin's suite, searching for Paladin's gun. Paladin restrains him, and Monk protests that he has to do something worthwhile for once. Paladin is taken aback, and listens quietly, along with Augusta. Nothing has ever gone right with Monk. Even his fighting technique simply consists of ignoring the pain and coming back for more (which is pretty courageous, if you ask me). Even the nice new suit Paladin gave him is now in ruins. He'll get Power even if it kills him, which it likely will. Paladin firmly puts him into Augusta's care. This sort of work is Paladin's forte. Shooing them out of his bedroom, he closes the curtain and tells Hey Boy to get out his gear.

    Said gear is altered a little for city use. He dispenses with the hat--being nighttime, he doesn't need it to shade his eyes, and walks to Bordelli's wearing his evening cloak (reminding one of the duel he was forced into in "The Gladiators"). Either closing time had come, or Power had sent the customers home, guessing that there would be a confrontation. He's inside, gun at hand, waiting for one of his henchmen to call him. It's hard to say if he was startled to find Paladin instead of Monk. Paladin drapes his cloak over a street railing and steps out into the empty street. He's willing to let Power back out of this, but Power has no intention of doing so. Paladin then says something he probably never imagined that he would ever say--he refers to Monk as his friend, and he will fight for his rights and Augusta's. Power, however, has two men backing him up--although he refers to the upcoming fight as a duel, and his companions his seconds (and thirds)he's obviously not going to let this be a fair fight. Monk suddenly sprints around the corner and leaps to Paladin's side. There's no time to argue--Paladin takes out Power, leaving the other two prepared to shoot, but Monk aims and fires. He must have gotten his gun dried out, but it's still not working right--all six chambers fire simultaneously, knocking Monk on his rump and killing the two henchmen. In the puddle once again, Monk is, as always, undaunted. Augusta rushes to his side, and Paladin cheerfully points out that Augusta now has a man that she can train up just as she wants him. Leaving them to it, he picks up his cloak and heads back to the Carlton, whistling Monk's love song. (No one seems to have much concern for the bodies on the street.)

    I wonder if Paladin ever went back to Bordelli's, to enjoy Augusta's fine wines and new musical entertainment?
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