ANDY IS AT HIS DESK DOING PAPERWORK. BARNEY COMES IN WITH THE MAIL.

I see I got a letter from the Red Cross. I wonder what that is.

(not looking up)

I don't know. Why don't you just open it up and see.

BARNEY TEARS OPEN THE ENVELOPE AND BEGINS TO READ THE ENCLOSED LETTER OUT LOUD.

Dear Sir. Our blood supply is low these days. We need your blood. Can you help?

(looking up at Andy)

I wonder what kind of help they need.

Well, I reckon they're interested in you donating some of your blood.

My blood?

Well, there's no way you can donate Aunt Bee's blood, or Opie's blood. Just your blood.

Well, I don't think I have any blood that's extra.

Well Barn, I think everybody's got a little extra in them.

Well, how would I know if I do or don't? S'pose they ...

JUST THEN A MESSENGER TYPE MAN ABRUPTLY ENTERS THE JAILHOUSE.

Hello. Is one of you men named Andy Taylor?

Yes, I'm Andy Taylor.

OK, sign here.

MESSENGER THRUSTS A CLIPBOARD AND A PEN AT ANDY.

Now, hold on just one doggone minute! What would I be signing?

Look, Mr. Taylor. I'm just the messenger. Signing the form just says I handed you the envelope.

Oh, well, I guess I can sign that.

ANDY SIGNS THE PAPER AND HANDS ALL BACK TO THE MESSENGER.

THE MESSENGER HANDS ANDY AN ENVELOPE THEN PROMPTLY LEAVES THE JAILHOUSE.

Well, I wonder what we have here!

(grinning)

Go ahead and open it. Might be something valuable in it.

ANDY OPENS THE ENVELOPE AND BEGINS TO READ THE PAGE.

Dear Sir - Hey, that's just like your blood letter started. Dear Sir, we are unhappy to inform you that the Pakistani mail-order bride organization has run low on "good lookers", as one of your criteria specified. We can, however, offer the following young women for your consideration.

ANDY REALIZES THERE IS SOMETHING ELSE IN THE ENVELOPE.

Oh I see. They put something else in here.

ANDY BLOWS OPEN THE ENVELOPE AND SHAKES OUT A FEW PICTURES OF YOUNG WOMEN, WHICH FALL TO THE FLOOR.

ANDY AND BARNEY BUMP HEADS WHILE SIMULTANEOUSLY BENDING OVER TO PICK UP THE PHOTOS.

Ow!

Gosh, Andy! I didn't know you were going to try to snag a wife from the sub-continent region

(grinning)

Trying to get one of them girls with the jewel smack dab in the center of her forehead?

Now, Barn. Let's keep this real quiet. If Helen gets wind of this, I could suffer mightily!

But why Pakistan, of all places?

Well, I saw this real haseen girl in the Bride Trader and thought she might like to see what America, North Carolina and a real lawman were like.

But, now they are saying the real good lookers are taken.

Yeah. Let's see what is available.

(puzzled)

Haseen?

ANDY FANS OUT THE THREE WOMENS' PICTURES ON THE DESK.

(pointing)

Looka there! A little beefy, but she's got a fine head.

BARNEY TAKES THE PICTURE.

No forehead jewel?

Andy, you sure this whole deal is on the up and up? You could do as well or better in person over in Mt. Pilot.

(ignoring Barney)

And look at this next one.

She looks a little wore out, don't she?

I agree. Let's skip to picture number three.

THE THIRD IMAGE IS OF AN EXTREMELY PLAIN PAKISTANI WOMAN, BUT ONE WHO DOES POSSESS THE FOREHEAD JEWEL.

WE SEE ANDY AND BARNEY GRIMACING.

Whattaya think? Back to square one?

Next time, try the Singapore area. Or Mt. Pilot.

(startling door sounds heard)

Ope! Here come's Helen!

Quick, put all this stuff away!