 Mystery, romance, starring Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall. Together in the sultry setting of Tropical Havana and the mysterious islands of the Caribbean. The themes of Humphrey Bogart and a tale of mystery and intrigue. Well, because you weren't there when it happened, Taylor. But I was, darling. You sure were, Jenny. Well, I ever forget that Mardi Gras with you and Rio. How about that time when I could poke all spearfishing by torchlight? The fun we had in the snow and the Swiss Alps. You pull sleds too, Jenny? Why don't you go warm yourself a saucer of milk? What's the matter with you, Sailor? Jenny's an old crony. Crony? Now there's a word. How do you spell it? C-R-O-N-E? Look, Sailor, Jenny and I want to talk about old times. You'd be bored. Nothing but interest you. You know how it is. So why don't you... Well, why don't you, Sailor? All right, I will. Bye, fellas. I'll stop you. Hi, Jenny. Slate time. How's slate? I think about you sometimes. You happy? Here, no. With you, looking at you, watching you. Saying slate and knowing you'll answer are not an echo. But the other times, most of the times... No, I haven't been happy, darling. It was a Sunday there when I picked up the papers and saw you in a wedding dress beside a man in striped pants. I don't remember the whole week after that. He's here in Havana. I'm going to leave him, Slate. So many things we could have done. Did you hear me? I'm frightened of him. Afraid he might kill me, Slate. He's that kind of a man. I'm going to leave him. Then what, Jenny? I'll come back to you. You'll want that, don't you? You're a slight shanning, remember? And I'm Jenny. And they're with the old times. I'll come back to you, Slate. You can pack all my things, Paul. Let them run through your fingers. It'll be something to remember me by. Look, Jenny, anything you want, any price, I can do things for you no other man can do. Good. Sit on this suitcase for me. Will you, darling? You're so strong. I never can close these things. Of course. See, Jenny? Just with my hands. Oh, your powerful hands. I could almost regret leaving them. I brought you something, darling. My going away present to you. Don't play with me. It's a sign, Paul. Sign that says vacant. You can hang it on my door. Come back. Whatever you need, whatever you want. Beg, darling. Get down on your knees and beg. What do you know? He's doing it. Ag, lady? Good evening, Bart. Kiss me, Bart. Sure, lady. How did it go? He should have seen him, Bart, on his knees. Why not? Everybody kneels before he dies. Doesn't everybody? We'll ask Shannon how my husband died when he kills him for me. And Shannon will do that for you, lady? Anything I want. He owes me for the fun times we had together. Hello, Slay. Hi, Slay. This way you've been all this time? Standing out here on the beach, staring at the moon and kicking sand. What do you want? You mostly. You want me to go away? No. I've got no right to tell you what to do. You had, up until this afternoon, until Ginny. You in love with her? Once. Why? I've been thinking about it, about Ginny. Why? I can't figure it. I don't know if I want to. I want to tell you something, big man. Get her out of the hotel. Are you crazy? Get her out, Slay. What's the matter with you? Ginny's a guest. She went to the suite. She's got as much right to move into Shannon's place as anybody. As much right as me? You or anybody? I just coined a cliche, friend of mine. She goes, or I go. You giving me your notice, Taylor? All right. Kidding, aren't you? So long, Taylor. Do you know what you just did? Yeah, I said so long. You told me to get out of your life. That's the way you heard it. That's the way it was. Just like that. No toast, one to the other. No big speeches, how grand it was. Nothing. Yeah. That was all of it. Goodbye, Slay. Hi, Senorita Tuval. The honor you do my decrepit little theatrical agency. I cannot stand it. Here's a hanky. Blow my 10% of your nose. Thank you. Revive yourself. I can do other tricks, too. I sing in the shower. You got something there. But we knock out the shower. Too corny. I see it. I see it. You in a swimsuit. In a white dress. You got a job for me, Achille? Off the shoulder? It buttons. It throws it. Off the shoulder, get your raise from the music critics. Off the dime, Achille. Is there a job for me? You open tonight at the Club Flamingo. Slate shaman will be your call boy? Who's Slate sherman? That is how I like to hear a girl female performance talk. Especially when... I got a trick you don't know about. I call it a right cross. We will have such a lovely 10% together. Keep the hanky agent. It's a down payment on what I'll owe you. Is the final number included in your cover charge? Here's a song to remember when someone starts crying on your shoulder. When you get to feeling mean and low and your world has lost that golden glow keep your troubles to yourself put your worries on the shelf don't sing those sad songs to me when the blues start knocking at your door and you know you can't take anymore please don't call me on the phone I've got problems of my own don't sing those sad songs to me now you know the type people who gripe begging for sympathy when they come my way I just stop and say forget it kid you won't get any help from me so avoid me when you can't be gay if you meet me turn and walk away though I usually am mild I can't stand a problem child so don't sing those sad songs to me My senorita Duval blend it so tip top por favor go take another bow for me the best agent a senorita ever had did you see them out there? the customers? hair is on the floor from the tearing out of heads such a reception I'm talking about Slate Shannon and that girl with him the way they were looking at each other disagreement number one you and me Mr. Shannon look at you all the time in fact senorita he has sent back a note here tear it up senorita tear it up the note says he will come back to your room pressing a while after you have sung it says he has been looking for you tell him to go kiss a light socket I don't want to see it hey how like my wife number two she is how just like where is she Chico? in there but you cannot see her one side to say one side to a killer is to court jobs and the nose senor you will see show me see it you get my note sailor what do you want here? I don't know maybe I made a mistake Ginny and me well something's missing help me out sailor I'm trying to tell you something get out of here why don't you just listen to me you listen I want you out of here sailor alright I'm in Slate Shannon but wearing a look I remember the one you had when you left me in Rome you remember it, huh? tasted in my scrapbook of losses so I'd know the reason for the nights without sleep look Ginny I want you to go away you're making small talk so I can get my bearing so I can pick out what's a memory and what's for real but the vow thing of me, huh? I want it to be straight and clean shut up Slate Shannon this is the what that's for real this look now Ginny but someone's peeking over our shoulders my husband a husband that would rather have me dead than lose me isn't that right husband mind? get your things Ginny you're coming back to me you spoiled it Paul like you spoiled everything else you could have had with me throw him out Slate he brings a chill into my room get your things Ginny or do you want me to beat you until you beg to come back till you want it Slate Slate means it you'll kill me relax Ginny you had the lady Mr. Ward right now she doesn't care for you you leave her cold it's you she wanted I can deal with a man a man like you you spoiled the nutty crease in your flannels Mr. Ward I can deal you don't care about the crease huh maybe I can give you a new one you took her you're a good kid real he'll kill you Slate he'll kill you he could have done he's an ox this book ends Slate hit him with it he'll kill you he's going for God I don't take it I'll shoot you yeah your husband was good real good not anymore Slate I think you've killed him what are you talking about you've killed him stay Slate don't run I'll tell them it was for me I'll tell them that I wish I could be there to hear you Ginny I wish a lot of things don't run Slate stay with me put it in that scrapbook of yours now we both won't sleep our stars Humphrey Bogart and Lauren McCall and the second act of our story it's their solation no lady say Lord Mr. Slate on the run because an old flame come and wink she eye she husband sleeps and will maybe die deep places empty deep places watch your language King I'm back lady say Lord hi miss me ah there is only bitterness when you are gone yeah when I'm here too it's pretty bitter what happened to Slate isn't it Mr. Slate would not want to kill a man I do not believe it lady say Lord I do not believe what the papers say that Paul Ward is lying on a hospital cotton it's a flip of a peso whether he lives or dies you don't believe that please lady say Lord now the police are looking for Slate charge attempted murder motive a husband who wants his wife back that you don't believe either huh King because you came back to Mr. Slate yeah I came back and you will help him long enough to kiss the boy goodbye and give him back to Jenny where do you think he's hiding King this I do not know but perhaps Mrs. Jenny Ward yeah Slate likes to share secrets with her memories dying husbands she's still here at the hotel no she had to 56 Parseio Batista I overheard when I carry she bags to the cab but you come to King I'll need you to lace my gloves I'll throw your line I'm going to tie up my boat here yeah this key's over the beaten path you think I'd go and shrimp fishing or something no you mind if I stare at your shack for a while I guess let's go just throw me a couple of palm fronds in the corner I need to sleep yes you do you need a lot of things kid come on in I turn off the radio leave it on why waste the battery I can tell you by heart to what it's going to say that's how you amuse yourself you memorize commercials this one's got a price of 10 grand offered by Mrs. Jenny Ward for the capture dead or alive Slate Shannon radio's been spilling like that all day Slate you're a few Jenny right you heard it $10,000 my my you're alive a tool a man said how do you figure it Bianco first she said what difference did it make you said he was sleepy lie down go ahead use my car get some sleep kid I wake you come on ah nothing doing you might take a fancy to that 10 grand ah oh I slayed how you dog I sleep outside Slate get out the cars Bianco this is going to be an all night fan tan session something on your mind Jenny come here and tell me what a clever girl am I you're a clever girl Jenny offering that 10,000 reward was a stroke of pure clever and with the cops you were a love too how vivid it was how Shannon broke into your room you and your husband's arms and Shannon strikes him a foul blow it made you cry didn't it Jimmy tears chasing tears be a lamb Bart see what is lamb I'll remember you once called me that now look it's a dream where's Jenny Ward ask her yourself dream I bet I know what you want darling where is he where's Slate he's not here darling you can frisk me he needs help he almost killed for you I'm taking bets that he made it the killing I mean Paul doesn't die today it'll be tomorrow one lovely day look you don't try violence darling Bart here doesn't like me with scratch marks on my face it makes him brutal Slate was in love with you he would have told you where he was going I tried darling I asked where but his mouth tightened up on me you know the cute way it does we've got to help him find him I'm doing all I can I offer 10,000 dollars for him dead or alive what 10,000 you wanted him to kill your husband you have naughty thoughts child escort the naughty girl out Bart the door you came through Mr. Hall it'll be the same one on the way out when you die Jenny let me know I want to go dancing well said dream out dream he told you where Mr. Slate is Lady Sailor no but while I was walking down that dark hall something came to me came remember how when Slate wants to check the world he goes to a fisherman named Bianco on Frenchman's key let's ride a boat King I think that will be difficult that plain clothes policeman hiding under propeller beanie across the street might not let us run King that way I'll run the other let's make it lively for beanie boy you want a small coffee Slate deal a card just ass that's all me I like mine high deal them they've been doing this for six hours now let's change the game at least about no Phantan deal yeah I hate the boat too Bianco someone's coming down up here Slate cops no just one cop wouldn't come that'd be a mob and don't try it Bianco what are you talking about you and I in that table drawer ever since I walked into this shack you make a move for a gun I'll beat your brains in you raving like a loony Slate go ahead answer it it's Slate Shannon oh Slate are you all right all this time I've been saying to myself we're here we'd figure out something together my my shack of my never had a woman before my pleasure lady what happened Slate why did you do it he pulled a gun on me Jenny shoved a bookend in my hand wait a minute he didn't have a gun Slate sure he did he was going for it when I hit him did you see it no no I didn't the papers say unprovoked attack Paul Ward was unarmed Ward said so himself Ward said so I thought I killed him he's still alive he regained consciousness for a few minutes but only for a few they don't know whether he's going to live or die maybe you ought to give yourself up hey wait a minute Bianca told me heard over the radio that Paul Ward was dead didn't you be you shouldn't have turned your back on me Slate the gun happened in my hand while you did so now guys stop it huh this will be real cool now let's go Slate let's wrap this thing up not here sailor let me go in with you I want to watch yeah yeah I guess you do okay come on in sailor yes I brought you something Ginny let's go inside Ginny this is homey Bart Bart what's the matter what you'd be the boy the police are looking for you'd be Slate Shannon I'd be a corpse if you had your way nah take it easy sailor told me about you Buster you're a bart a friend of Ginny's I've been wanting to meet you come here you want to play huh alright you'll be messed up for the cops you'll tell them all about it yeah about you about Ginny about Paul Slate take this kill him huh he's got to talk to the cops remember there's your boy Ginny you should have killed him then it would have been Slate don't look at me like that how am I looking at you with hate this is Ginny the whole thing was a mistake they call me from the hospital Paul's going to live I'll be back to him you won't be discharged they'll be told exactly what happened are you and that's lying on the floor I've planned it all police department give me Inspector LaSalle don't let her call the police make her stop LaSalle boys make her stop guess what I've got for you an old dead flame I'm sorry Ginny I really am it's going to be a lousy memory what's that you're singing you've heard it before it's a song I had to learn when I was away from you oh oh that one that one when the blues start knocking at your door and you know you can't take anymore please don't call me on the phone problems of my own don't sing those sad songs to me come here why'd you do that for I've never been kissed in the key of D flat before fine isn't it stick with me kid you're liable to find the lost card our two stars Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall have brought to a close our latest bold venture story special music was composed and conducted by David Rose may we invite you to listen again next week at this time for another exciting adventure starring Humphrey Bogart together in