 Ripple guards, and Lauren Bacall, together in the sultry setting of practical Havana and the mysterious islands of the Caribbean. The names of Humphry Bacall and Lauren Bacall bring you... Take the wheel sailor, steady as she goes. Matt, are you tired? Want to get some sleep? I'll sleep in Havana. Right now I want to stand back and admire those jeans you bought in Key West. You twisted my arm. Like them? I don't know. I kind of have my heart set on something with fringe, something frilly and feminine. They've got copper rivets. How frilly can you get? I don't know about you, sailor. You begged me for a week to take on a shopping trip. You finally weedled me into it. Weedle, he says. I'd don your socks, do KP. If we had a lawn, you'd have had me mowing it. So what's weedle? Oh, I made you earn your money. What do you do with it? Buy a pair of cowboy pants. You picked them out yourself. You said they did something for me. They do, sailor. They do. And for me too. They... Wait a minute. Not such like... Because you want me to walk up and down for you so you can admire me some more? There's something out there on the water drifting through the mist. Turn it on, sailor. Aye-aye. Swing it over to starboard. Yeah. It's a lifeboat just drifting. People in it, sailor. They look... They're lying there huddled in a heap. Pull up alongside, sailor. Quick. Bring her in close. They can't answer you, sailor. Yeah. Hold her tight, sailor. I'm on a boarder. Steady. Closer. A little closer. Okay, cut your motors. Man, machine gun dead. Slate, come back. Whoever did it tried to sink him. Boats riddle too. Look at those rips in her topside. Stuck up with bloody pieces of clothes. Rags. One of them must have lived a little while. Who does things like that? There's a packet of hardtack lying here. Stencil's Mary Kay. We just bought ourselves a funeral. Well, good morning, box. Grab yourself a chair. You got something for me, box? $105 bills, $50, $10 bills, new, criss, and American. Yes. Go on to the door till we get outside. In the bank, when I changed the money into clean bills, the clerk asked me how I came by such filthy currency. And you put a finger to your trim mustache and told him what? If I was a rent collector in the barium, I can arrange for another shipment, very sure. And I can use some more money. Listen, this is it. Refugees will get somehow into Cuba. They then want to sneak into the States at $500 per sneak. Load them on the Mary Kay, sail the boat in circles for a few hours, tell the people that we are near Key West, put them in a lifeboat, shoot them, sing the lifeboat. No trace back to us, the American phrase, is it not? No trace back. It'll do. Take your places and lines, senor Senorita. There are many who have priority over you. Look, Chico, I told you the harbor police sent us over. Once around you, senor Shannon, all these people who wait have tried to seduce for me a hearing with the court authority. Each with his own feeble excuse. They sit, they wait. You will do the same. Get off your fat desk, Chico. Maybe you can convince easier. Off your... Put them down, Slate. I've got a better way. This is a matter of manhandling an official. I will thank you for your kindness, senorita. We found a lifeboat drifting in the Caribbean. Four dead men in it. All right, pity for your limpid eyes, the gaze upon such things. And the packet marks Mary Kay. The Mary Kay. You saw this? You are proof positive? Better than that. Well, except no substitutes. Not even for you, Chico. Get us to your boards. Of course, naturally. One moment, immediately. So easy it is, Slate. Yeah. I wish I had limp eyes. Limpid. I'll put it in your diary, cellar, how a blown-up little man once said to you... Pleased to go in you both. Senor Estrella would speak to you of your mother. Like a cellar, he did peachy. Uh-huh. It might spoil him for somebody else. Senor Buck, here is Alfredo Vincente. Listen well, senor. Two are here, Shannon and Duvall. They are heavy with knowledge of the Mary Kay. Excellent. And for me, a hundred dollars will be a joy. It is of no moment to me what you do to them. Forever thank you, senor Buck. What you tell me is most interesting, senor Shannon. Four dead men in a boat, senor. A shot to death. Interesting. When I turned the boat over to the harbor police, I told them I thought the men had been machine-gunned to death. They agreed. Interesting. Yeah, I guess that's pretty interesting. Four dead men, machine-gunned, drifting around in the middle of the ocean. Let's go, Slate. We're boring the men. Pleased, senorita. The lady is right. What do we have to do to get a rise out of you? Just tell me about this small carton here. The heart attack? The heart attack, senor. I mean the word sprint here on the carton. Hey, how much do you have to explain to the port authority? The Mary Kay is the name of a boat. Name the Mary Kay. I know, I know. Now I will tell you something. One year ago, the Mary Kay leave Havana for Hanoi. She pick up a load of unbleached linen at San Domingo. And when I'm going to tell you next, senor, senorita, this will be interesting. I doubt it, but go ahead. The Mary Kay has not been heard of since. Why don't you try to get some rest, Slate? I haven't slept since we left U.S. That eats me. It eats me why four men are machine gunned in an open boat after burning the sun left to the seagulls. Don't think about it anymore. We've done all we can do. Poor guys with their mouths open in a scream, screaming across an empty sea. Nobody to hear them. The authorities have got it, Slate. Let them keep it. It belongs to them. Yeah. It interests them. Isn't that what the man said? That it interested him? That was just his way of saying it bothered him. Poor dead men are for both that hasn't been heard of in a year. There aren't many words for that. Could have shed an official tear had a catch in his throat. Whatever is the standard operating emotion when four men die, you didn't want to die. It's in their hands, Slate. Don't try to take it away from them. It might hurt you more. I've seen men dead like that in a war, never on a tropical sea. That's for living like you dreamed, for reaching out your hand. Try now. It's all what I've got. What can I do, Slate, to wash that look out of your eyes? The door to my office is closed, but there's a cricket here and a knock first. I'm certain you will forgive me because tragedy does not wait to knock upon a door. We've got our own troubles, mister. Peddle yours somewhere else. This thing of the Mary Kay has brought anguish to all of us, and it's not in this office. What do you know about the Mary Kay? Only that six months ago, my brother booked passage on her. It was never seen again. That's impossible. The Mary Kay was reported lost at sea a year ago. This is not so. Six months ago, my brother bought it out. Let's take it to the cops. Things like this interest them. They tell me. Please, hear me out. My brother was a refugee illegally in this country trying to gain entry into the States illegally on the Mary Kay. I am in all ways like my brother. Now and now I can't go to the police. At least the question of why I am here, to take you to a man who knows everything in the Mary Kay, to ask you to plead with him for a morsel about my brother, to ask him if my brother's destiny was similar to the man whom you found. How do you know about that? In the barrio, in the place of the lost and the not wanted, word comes to us. There's scavenge for it. You will come with me to the cafe pour you where he is. Both of you? Just me. I'll need her to come back to. My friend will be delighted to see you, Mr. Shannon. I'm happy for your friend. Still haven't told me who he is. His own identification he will reveal. I am not at liberty. At least in here. He is here, my captain. The captain of what? Captain Dana. Sit down, Shannon. Oh, thanks. You're going to tell me about the Mary Kay? Sure. Now pour your coffee, if you're Shannon. You like coffee? I could use some. That's fine coffee. No, I won't sail the boat up the Orinoco. With all the coffee beans back with me, the boat will hold. My captain is a gentleman of exquisite taste. You said you sailed the boat? Your own? My own. A schooner. Name the Mary Kay? Isn't that delightful? Mary Kay. Open a window. You. Hey, I'm talking to you. Open it. Something wrong, Mr. Shannon? Stuffy. Let's see. What about the Mary Kay, Captain? Tell me. You found a boat, Shannon. That boat was off my ship. It couldn't be. Mary Kay. I've heard from her a year. Sounds probably not sunk. She's lying in a cove down the coast. You're beginning to look like a man who hasn't had it too easy, Shannon. Something in that coffee. Don't fight it, Shannon. Get out of there. I'll let him get in. Don't worry about it. What Shannon needs is a nice sea. My captain is so understanding. Second act of our song. Oh, then she strut, then she cry in her throat. For in the ocean sea are four dead in a boat. Right to Mr. Slade. Dead men sailing in the cold, cold air. Mr. Slade, you say we ask authority for such things? That's just about the way he said it, King. I know how Mr. Slade feel inside about such things. That's why I try to give it song. You're good, King. You ought to go into the business. The business of explaining people to themselves. Don't adopt this couch. All I have in the world is a guitar and a calypso song. Yes, and Mr. Slade and Lady Sailor. But one of you is now missing. That man was taking him to the cafe poyo. He said that. I know the cafe poyo. Oh, what about it, King? Only that if men do not return from it in a proper interval of time, they should be called for. You're telling me to... To go find Mr. Slade, to bring him back. Yeah. A joint doesn't run so good without him, does it? Keep a light in the window for us, King. A muchman, perhaps? A Slade. Where is he? It is a world of coincidences. I'll take it up with you later. Right now, all I want is Slade. A world of coincidences because I was about to go looking for you. So I saved your trolley fare. That wins me a prize. Slade Shannon. A woman like you. Any man in the world would grovel at your feet and all you want is... Because he doesn't grapple. Slade came here with you because you wanted help about your brother and the Mary Kay. When he left here, did he tell you where he was going? No. But I will take you to him. I'll find him myself. I will take you to him, Mr. Veld. There's a gun in my coat pocket. It says you came out denying me this moment. Huh? There's a gun. Oh, that's what I like about you. You're so helpless. Lead on, gun. You're kissing your back with us? How are you putting out coffee? The recipe my galley could taught me. Good, huh? I had better lay out. It laid me up for three days. I thought I was dead. Don't get eager, Shannon. This time you'll be dead for real. And a lousy clothie? From bullets from this Tommy gun. Like what you did to the four men I found in your life, Bo down. Just like that. Only this time nobody finds anything. You want me to ask you why? All right. See, I'm asking why. Good question. Because when you found that lifeboat, found it was off the Mary Kay, you became a refugee. Like those other people at the other end of this boat, just like that. Except they pay me 500 a head to die. You get yours for nothing. Free. They think they're going to America. You can't do that to those people. They scrape, they beg, they cry it against alley walls. What happened to you, Dana? And what slime did you get sick? Now I'm generous. I'm going to take these poor halts aboard the Mary Kay. Give them a break. Save them around a little. Let them get a snip at what they've been dreaming about. Listen to me, you people. They'll kill you. You'll never get what you want. You're talked out of turns, Shannon. These and Captain Dan will find your home. How about that entrance? I was pushed. Of these four of us, the rest, they do not understand your speech. Only I. The one in the corner speaks nothing. What are you doing here? Nearing the end of a dream. They're going to America. You mean you're entering the States illegally? For the same 500 dollars which you have paid. Sit down with us and... One of your friends sounds like he's getting paralyzed the hard way. The one in the corner? Oh, my head. Hey, this is Sailor. What happened to you? Sailor, how did you get here? If I'd have known that man was taking me to you, I'd have gone quietly. He wouldn't have needed a gun. What man? A boy who took you to the Café Poirot. You followed me, huh? You know what you got yourself into? I know. This is the Mary Kay. The phantom ship lives in this rotting cold. Sails to sea with people without passports. It gives them to the sea. Dead. Those people are refugees? Yeah. The only difference is we get the ride free. You people down there! They're gonna believe us. They've been promising America to themselves for... who knows how long. You've got to make them understand. That one's Slate, the tall man in the leather jacket. He's the only one who speaks English. Let's try. You, Mr. Laslopanik. Slate Shannon. Mr. Val tells me you speak English. Coolie. Mr. America, you're wrong. What are you saying? The men who sail this boat are lying to you. They've taken your money. They're gonna load you in a boat. They're gonna spray you with machine gun bullets. Please, slowly. They're going to kill all of us and dump us into the ocean. If we go to America... You'll never see it, Vanik. A chest. A trick. Call it anything you like, Mr. You don't believe what I'm telling you? Ducks, you, me, your friends, Mr. Val, dead ones. A face. However, we cannot turn aside a dream for that. Look, listen to me. Yesterday, four men were picked up at sea. They were in a small boat. I have knowledge of this from the news. That boat was off this schooner. You're lying. Off this boat, the Mary Kay. But the time I get you to believe it, it'll be too late. I need your help. It's so close to America. You've never been further away. You would kill you so light. In a little while, that door, if they will open, a man will come through. You'll probably have a Tommy gun. Good people, lucky people, stand up on your feet. Perhaps you did not understand me. I shall repeat myself. Just tell us once what you're doing with that Tommy gun in your hands. Keep your lovely lips shut, Mr. Val. A Tommy gun makes you a big man, doesn't it, Bakke? Why don't you answer the lady? Just stand aside, Shannon. I'm talking for these people. I am their friend. They tell us they are our friends. They tell us you are not. They tell us you wish to kill us. I'll stop standing on us quickly. He's not going to make much noise with your handkerchief in his mouth. I'm telling him not to chew it into shreds. It's the only one I got with my initials on it. Now what, Mr. Shannon? Now pick up that gun. Yes. And now? We're going on deck. You and your people will take care of the crew. And you? I want Dana all to myself. And what do I do? Up on deck, there's going to be a Tommy gun sailor. He sprays bullets. You stay here. Find something heavy and a mule is Bakke with it. If you say so. Bakke, old boy, it's just you and me. If you blink an eyelash, I'm going to let you have it right where you think. That's my sailor. Come on, Vannick. The wheel shall be back. And if the man up forward, you're on your own. Good luck, Mr. Shannon. Captain, before you try to find the gun, try... Captain, we'll head her back to Havana. No. This we cannot do. We've come too far to turn back. You will take the power launch and return to Havana. We will take our chances. Pick you up. You'll never make it. We will take our chances. Okay. Suit yourself. How about you? I'll tell you about it on the way home. Right of you for ten minutes at parade rest. Haven't you noticed anything? Let me look. Oh. You're wearing fingernail polish. You notice anything else? Shoes with heels. That's right. Keep trying. Oh. Well, you mean the dress. I didn't notice. If you wore one, I'd notice. You've seen one dress. You've seen them all, I always say. Oh, is that what you always say? I always say. Why do you always talk so much? A girl likes to call attention to. Yes, sir. Why do I always talk so much? 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 and Lauren Bacall together in...