001- The Man Who Would Be King -Raymond Lawrence

It's time to escape into the world of adventure. Time to forget for the next half hour the four walls of today.

And escape beyond the horizons of the mind to yesterday and tomorrow. CBS and its affiliated stations present... Escape. Tonight we escape with Rudyard Kipling and the two gentle scoundrels he created in his immortal story.

The man who would be king. The time, sometime before yesterday, the place, the north of India, the man who tells the story, Rudyard Kipling. One Saturday night, it was my unpleasant duty to put the paper to bed alone.

It was a pitchy black night, as stifling as night can be in India in June. It was very still, save for the ticking of the clock above my desk, which seemed to to shatter the black heat of the night, as the hands crept toward 3 a.m.

And then from the passage outside my door, I heard voices. He is lightning, and he must be here. Open the door. Who's there? Only us. Who are you? He don't remember us, Dan. Heh, then he don't.

How could he forget, having us turned back at the John Paul border. told the authorities we was impersonating youth. Piper reported he did. Wait, that flaming red beard on that bald head. Why, were you Daniel Dravitt and Pichy Kahnahan?

The same. Well, what do you want? If it's money, I haven't any. If it's a fight, it's simply too beastly hot. You can rest yourself easily, sir, because we've come asking for naught, except some information.

We've been all over this country, and we've concluded that India isn't big enough for such a Daniel and me. So we are going away to be kings. Kings in our own divine right. What? I wish I'll be king.