 adventure, adventure, intrigue, mystery, romance, starring Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall. Together in the sultry setting of Tropical Havana and the mysterious islands of the Caribbean, once again the magic names of Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall bring you bold venture and a tale of mystery and intrigue. Come on Slate, stop dragging. Take another hitch in your trench coat lover. I want you to look splendid for the employment agency. Come on. Zenior Bonomo of the employment agency Bonomos. Don't open your mouth, Senator. Close it for me. Oh, you like the tight-lipped type. Shut the mouth, please. Devastating. What a third-floor upstairs mate you will make. I got the upstairs. If only I had the third floor. Buster, what are you building? The man with the wasp waist, the trench coat, Senorita. What is it? Your agent? You need no agent with me, baby. Look, honey, baby, you called us, remember? You saw our ad for a hotel clerk at El Shopping Gazette and you called us. You are Senorita Duval and Miss Paddler is Senor Shannon. Bonomo, baby, you better come up with a hotel clerk or I'll have you bobbin' for deals in that pickle jar over there. Take pickle clients for you, they are free. Help yourself. While I show you the photograph of the clerk I have chosen for you. Gaze upon him. I ask you, gaze. Mmm, yummy. Not the pickle sailor, he means the guy in the picture. If you like him, I'll buy him for you. Well? Mmm, look at the experience he's had, babe. The best hotel's not Zippy Moustache. How about he's a doll with a hotel register? And for you, he will work for cakes and nickels if I have to beat him. You made a sail, Bonomo. Have him over at Shannon's place at six this evening. Let's go, sailor. You're gonna eat that pickle walking back of me, huh, sailor? Senor Wilson, I got you the job. How I had to beg to plead to crawl on my knees. Honest engine, Bonomo, where? At Shannon's place. Stay on your knees, kid. Shannon's place, huh? You don't know what you and Shannon have just done for the world, Bonomo. You've just made it a worse place to live in. What do I feel like doing now? I already done it. After Bonomo called, I went right out in the street, right over there in the corner, on my knees and kissed the sidewalk. Now look what we've got, Bobby. Someone to smuggle us the stuff, a place to fence, a dream set up. Yeah, a place to fence the stuff. Shannon's place. Oh, me, a clerk in Shannon's place. That's a way to start out, kid. Bottom wrong. You'll have to wind up on in the place. You, me, and girlfriend, Mae. Don't worry about Mae. She'll do her job from Key West, okay? I know, I know. Uh, one thing, Al. Shannon, how do they say around... That he's rough? Aw, rough, Bobby. Shannon, just nothing at all. Now, the thing you have to understand, Mr. Wilson, is that... Oh, sure, sis. I understand. But you tell me anyway. I'm a peachy listener. Yeah, we like that in our hotel class, don't we, Sailor? I'll tell you another thing I like, Wilson. I like it called Sailor here, Mr. Duval. That is, until you get the hang of things, huh? Oh, with an employer like her, Mr. Shannon, I could get the hang of this place in a long minute. Yeah, that's what I said. You're fired. Slate. Slatey. Mr. Shannon. Boss, man. Yeah, what do you want? Let's not be hard on the boy. Let's consider for a moment how you got this hotel. No, that was different. Well, let's tickle the pass later, huh, kid? Here comes a customer. Let's watch your boy clerk handle him. Make it live, Wilson. This is it. You're on your own, lad. And you'll be impressed. I crossed my heart. You'll be impressed. Oh, welcome, sir. Our hearts felt welcome to... This is the place of Shannon. You named it, mate. This is Shannon's place. What can it do for you? When I got off my ship, La Princesa, a man from a cab on the docks, he said to me, Shannon's place. They wait for you, Cadillo. I take you for nothing. This, he said to me... You got something that will make us believe, he said all that? In this packet in oil skin. You made us believe, Senor Cadillo. Give it to me. For 3,000 pesos, Senor. The price of my poor little pocket that is slept under my head through so many loud oceans. Three grand, huh? You got bargains, mate. Give it to him, Mr. Shannon. Three grand and a tip for his trouble. You bring a flare to the hotel business, don't you, Buster? Yeah, but I do. Me and this gun pointing at your open throat ensemble. We give a new wrinkle to the hotel dodge. And I thought a boy with a moustache like that would be different. You got three grand, Slate? He's got it. And the safe. I used up my rest period to towed up all the dough the current guests left for safekeeping in your tin can, Shannon. Yeah, I must send this little anecdote into the hotel owner's association. It'll peak them. It's open, mate. Help yourself. Happy, Senor Cadillo? See, I never expected... No one hardly ever does. You know what I just did for you, Shannon? I made you a hero. You call the cops and tell them how you shot a thief dead. With me as a witness, you were just born to be a hero. The phone, Shannon. Dial operator to stay alive. Make it good, kid. Mr. Vol shot in the back by my guns. Not pretty to think about. Senor Shannon, where are you? Out here on the patio, Inspector. Ooh, you smart fellow you. We're staying alive and happy today, aren't we? Aren't we, sis? Volley for us. Senor Shannon, Senorita Duval, my greetings from me to you. And to you too, Senor. But, por favor, I have not had the pleasure of getting acquainted with you. I'm a friend of Shannon's. And Mr. Vol's, too. Then you are a friend of mine. Now, Senor Shannon, what is it you wish of me? A friend Shannon just had an experience. He shot a man to death. Shot a man to death? Is he tweaking my proboscis, Shannon? Is he? Tell him. Well, I couldn't help it. The sailor, this guy came in, tried to rob the safe. I saw it all, Inspector. The sailor pulled a gun. Shannon was a hero. That's the way it happened, huh, Mr. Vol? I, uh, can't hear you, Mr. Vol. Just the way you said it. In the lobby, see? A dead man. A kill to death man. Some days, Senor Shannon, you will be too fast with that gun of yours. And I, personally, I, Inspector Alfonso de Vasco Iperes, in Melbourne, La Salle, will conduct a fiesta to celebrate your staying prison for the rest of your days. I will trespass in your lobby, Senor, and try to convince myself that your story is true. E. Melvin, La Salle. He doesn't look like a Melvin, does he? Everybody did real good. Now, one question, Shannon. You, uh, like Mr. Vol here? Sure you like her. I like her, too. We all like Mr. Vol, so, uh, let's all keep her breathing. Yeah, let's. I like it. What's on your mind, Buster? What's on your mind, Buster? The way says it. I like you, too, Shannon, so here's what. Number 10, Plaza Royal. Go there. See a man there. He's gonna like you, too. For delivering our little package. I'll get going, Buster. Our lady friend here is gonna fall flat in her face. Beat it. Where's Shannon, huh? I've been peeping at you coming down the street. Yeah, high in the day. Prisky went up. Take your chance, kid. Tough you muffed it. Get up. Now, inside. You're having a bad day, huh? Let's try all over again. One more step, Shannon. You'll die from bullets. You got something in your pocket for me? Yeah. Here, cat. Now, I gotta wait till you wake up, so we can take a boat trip together. Me, you, package. We'll have a lovely time. This bold venture is a real fine boat, Shannon, and you run it real fine. How does it feel, Buster, sitting there with a gun pointed at another man's head? At his mouth. Sitting there grinning at him, knowing he could squeeze the trigger and watch him fall over dead. This is something to latch on to, doesn't it? Makes you feel good. Shut up, the motors. Like you said, I could watch you fall over dead. At Island ahead? Like a thousand others in the Keys. Small, but oh my. That package strap wouldn't tight, Shannon. Why don't you give this up, big man? At Island's a hundred yards from here. When you jump, I'd swim for it. Next one's about a mile. A mile with sharks. So I'd drive for that one. One more thing. You sit on the beach and you wait for a gal on a rowboat. Her name will be May. Then you'll be in business. Jump. Jump, Shannon. Hold on to that package, kid. You'll need it to live. A bold venture. Our stars Humphrey Bogart and Lauren McCall and the second act of our story. Earlier, boy, to make happy with that guitar, honey. You heard the man, King. Sing something happy. How can I have such a song while he is pointing a gun at me? Try real hard. Sing. Better do what he say, King. Because you say so, Miss Salo. Le man with gun or a happy tune. Oh, bury me not on the lone sand dune. Why such a man is on the loose when there's furnished rooms in Havana Caboose. Funny music, funny man. Lying here in your party, Osis? Nice. You know something? Yeah, I know something. Thirty days has September, April, June and November. Choose your month and drop dead. February is nice. It only has 28. Is he right here? It's a funny boat. You tickle right there. Ow. Here's our boy, sis. Hiya, Bobby. Good people. Good, good people. We're late. I saw him last doing a six-speed Australian crawl through the briney. Going good, too. That boy's a swimmer, I tell you. We're okay, huh? A beaut. All we do now is wait. About six hours, I'd say. What about May? I suggest it February. Okay, May. Ain't she the one, Bobby? She quips. It's nice for a girl to not equip. They're few. Don't worry about May. She'll show. She'll handle her part of it fine. Ramirez? Six hours from now, I said it. He'll show up at the island with his 50 grand. His business is diamonds. Our business is 50 grand. We'll take the bold venture back to the island and collect it later. Answer a girl a question, huh? What's going to happen to Slade? Slade's not coming back. Not now. Not tomorrow. Not ever. You like that? I'm your new boss. Honey, you see that, Al? Slug me. I got a girl with tiger blood. Golly, I'm lucky. That you on the beach, Shannon? Or just somebody I dreamed last night? Going to Havana, lady? I'm just a poor hitchhiker waiting for a rowboat with a kind lady like you in it. See, I've even written it in the sand. Havana or... Imagine me to you. Run up your pants, legs, derelict, so you can help the kind lady to shore. Thanks. I was just beginning to wonder what there was for a nervy fellow to do on a lonely island. Out of the boat, honey. Sure. But you carry me, huh, baby? So me and my little girlish gun can mazzle up real close. Don't nobody go around without a gun anymore. I can remember way back when... Carry me, baby. You wipe all your other memories, clean off your book. You sure lonesome till you came, lover. Oopsy-daisy. I'll hold on tight so you can pull the boat ashore after us. You make it like pie. Cali-ho and the yikes were off. I did that good, huh? Now let's lift another weight off your mind. The packet strapped to your chest. I hope you're not an accustomed squad, lover. This could look real bad for me. You're a good boy, baby. Just because you're such a good boy and let me take this packet, I'm gonna sing you to sleep so you can rest your weary bones. I think you ought to know this. I left my sleeping bag back in Havana. There's a shack at the end of the island. You and I'll wait for Ramirez there. Who's Ramirez? Do we need him? I need the dough he's going to lay out for the stuff you brought. Come on. This is it, Al. The bold venture. Real fine boat, isn't it, Mr. Val? You like boats, Bobby? Trim things I like. I meant to give it a mention. I meant to coin something nice about the boat. But you, I've been busy. Get in, Al. Help, Mr. Val. My pleasure. Like it or thanks? You could stick your head in the starboard propeller. I'd say thank you over and over again. She don't like you, Al. The port propeller's nice, too. It slices thin. 100% tiger. We need that comedian any more, Bobby. Uh, your friend, Al. Yeah, my friend, Al. Gets in your hair, huh? Come on, Bobby. Wait a minute. You're going off your rocker, Bobby. Now listen to me. Listen. That's how it's done, Mr. Val. Now wave goodbye to Al so we can sail away to a collection in Key West. That's Ramirez on that power launch slate. Go shake his hand, give him the diamonds, and bring back the 50 grand he'll shower on you. From here to Ramirez's boat, a bright fellow could think of something. The heater's still on your back. Ramirez will have his on your eyes. You, uh, bright enough to think yourself out of that? Uh, everything just went dull. Goodie. Go on. Ramirez is waiting. Brush your dull, lady. I wait hand outstretched. Toes the Kimbo for my tip. The lullaby, I promised you, Slade. Turn around. Uh-uh. I want a watch. Unless you can stop a bullet with your teeth. Turn around. Pleasant dreams, baby. The island where you dump Slade? I told you. I let him swim for it. See that shack, love? That's the pot at the end of the rainbow. Let's skip to it, hand in hand. May? I shouldn't have bothered. How, Bobby? Look, May, you want Bobby? You take Bobby. I ain't greedy, May. I'm just... You ain't a lot of things, baby. You go slumming in Havana, Bobby? That way you got him a meadow like that? Yeah. Precious, isn't it? Bobby's scum. You listen to me. All I got to listen to is your thank you when I ease 50 grand off you. Kiss me with it, May. You take me, too, or you get nothing. Clumsy, May. You say the wrong things. The dough. I'm asking like a gentleman, the dough. Leave me alone. Whatever you say, May. She hit her head on the edge of that table. It's bleeding. She looks... Yeah. She's liable not to pull through. Now let her alone, tiger girl. I got a better way for you to use up your gentle. I'll show you in Miami. May, can you hear me? Oh, what happened? I'm giving you something, Slate. Look, kid, you've been hurt. You need help. Bobby, your girl, they went to Miami Beach. That's what I'm giving you. Where in Miami Beach? How's that? Collins Avenue. 10, 12. Get him. Get Bobby for me. Kill him for me. Tough about Miami Beach, sailor. I said, are you paying any attention to me, or you'd rather look at Miami Beach through that window? Just watching for the cab. Cabs ring doorbells. Come here. Come here to me. I don't like rough, Bobby. Take it easy. You're kidding. Ain't you kidding? Don't do that, honey. We got real close ones. Do it over. I said, do it over. I told you, I don't like rough. I told you. You'll tame. You'll tame easy. You'll never make it. You'll... Hey, cabbies ring bells, friend. Oh, Shannon. You okay, sailor? Take him for me, Slate. I gotta teach you again, huh? Yeah. You're nothing. Go like that, Shannon. Yeah, Bill. Stop it. Stop it. You finished? You finished now? It's all over, sailor. What about that girl back at the key? I sent a doctor to her. He'll take care of her. Take me home, Slate. Sure. And on the way, we'll tell people about this guy here. Let's go to Havana, sailor. Hey, Slate. Shut up. Fish don't like husky voices. Hey, spike, sailor. Watch me fight him. Look at him cut the wave. Where? Where? Back away. You'll be on your dinner plate tonight. This is a smart cookie. And he knows when to give up. And he's not even fighting me. Get the gas, sailor. On my dinner plate, huh? You've hooked a hat. A straw hat. Well, those Panama's will give you a lot of fight, sailor. Give it to me. Six and seven-eighths, knucklehead. You didn't even get the right size. Oh, don't pout, Slate. Come here. See? You've got one who'll never get away. And so our two stars, Humphrey Bulgard 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 Bulgard and Lauren Bacall together in...