 Mystery, romance, starring, art, 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. A venture and a tale of mystery and intrigue. Russ Calvitt's got a feeling about this evening. That happens to people in Havana almost every night. Doesn't it, though, Mr. Shannon? You know when it came over me, right after I took my shower, while I was getting into my white linen, I said to myself, Russ, out there, right out there through that window, it's waiting for you. That's what I said to Russ. You two must be very happy together. Why not? I like you, Mr. Val, I like Mr. Shannon, I like your hotel, and tonight I've got this feeling that Havana's gonna like me. You hear that, sailor? We're liked. It makes me glow, from the top of my head to my tippy toe. Yeah, I can do that to people. Well, I can make you... Pardon, but I look for a young lady by the name of Gail Duval. You need a pardon to do that? I was merely being polite. The young man here was talking, but the urgency of the occasion demanded... I'm Gail Duval, and you've just marked me urgent, so what can I do for you, Mr.... Mr. Clokey, Ralph Clokey, and it's not what you can do for me, it's what I'm going to do for you, on behalf of my client, Mr. Cheever. Hey, sailor, it's all for Mr. Cheever. For who? Mr. Cheever, who owns the grandest hotel in Guantanamo. Mr. Cheever, who is expanding operations to Havana. Here, in my briefcase. Slate. That's money. It's staring at me. Real-life money. Scads of it. This little packet, 5,000, and another 10, and another 15. It keeps going till we reach 25,000. That's the price for your hotel and the boat. What? Certainly. Mr. Cheever told me the whole story, not that I wish to embarrass the young lady. Oh, go ahead, embarrass me. What did this rake Cheever say about me? He said you and Mr. Shannon were in a jam. You had to get out of Cuba lickety-split. That's why Mr. Cheever sent me here to Havana to look over the property. I have looked, Mr. Duval. I agree, it's a bargain. So help me, I don't know what this is all about. Look, Buster, take your money and go back to Mr. Cheever and tell him no sale. You heard me. Don't you dare touch me. I'm going to give you time to reconsider, even if you don't deserve it. I'll be at my rooming house. Verde, on Vincente Street. Turning us down after you came down to Guantanamo and arranged it all. I'm going. I'm going. People's values are all shot. That's what they are. You can't count on anything anymore. You just can't. Don't look at me like that, Slade. I tell you, he's crazy. You enjoying yourself, Mr. Cable? Oh, that's what I love about Havana. So full of funds, a full of characters. Get into my office, sailor. We've got things to talk about. Can I, fellas? Plus over here in the car. And that cab, just a hand. For $25,000, we can keep him company. Can't lose any. For as long as he lives. Such a little man. His life's all used up. He'll send shivers through me. Put your arms around me, Russ. His cap pulled over, Russ. We too. Hey, look where he's going, Jean. How about that? All that money, need a pixel flea bag. Come on, let's go. How do you feel? Are you scared? Oh, you mean using the name Gail Duval in Guantanamo? Yeah, that. Selling a hotel on the boat that hotel guy achieved it. Not much. I had the identification. You know, a girl can get a driver's license when she gives a big red smile to the man who wishes them. Two talons, yours and mine. Come on, let's visit the flea bag. See? A man live here named Mr. Clokey. Oh, Senor Clokey. I see, it's room number three. Write down the code. Yeah, thanks. Here. Five dollars. Oh, you are too kind. For what purpose? Being a nice landlady. We'll show you some more of those talons later. Oh, I will like that. For whatever purpose. I know how to cooperate. You will see. Mr. Clokey. Hello, Mr. Clokey. Who are you? Inside. I said in. I asked you a pertinent question. Yeah, yeah, you did. And I said in. That's better. Close the door, Jean. Uh-huh. Well, he seems like a nice little man, Russ. It's too bad about the nice little man. You people are maniacs. Put away that knife. Put it away. Don't come near me. Don't come near me. Little men die gentle, I don't think. Get his briefcase, Jean. Now let's go talk to the landlady. She likes money. She knows how to cooperate. Let's see if she can memorize a story. Explain some things to me. You mean ladies sailor, Mr. Slade? Yeah. It's a matter with her. She knows she doesn't own any part of this hotel. Of course she knows. What's all this about? Why you give yourself pain, Mr. Slade? You know ladies sailor never do anything to hurt you. She never been in Guantanamo. Yeah, that's so. I mean, someone else was there. Palmed herself off at sailor. Told them she. You there. You take this bouquet. Exquisite flowers to Roma, Senorita Gale Duval, and announce to her that her beloved is below. Huh? Ricardo Malpin, a desirable dealer in carnival supplies and dedicated to the proposition that when Senorita says she will marry me, I expect no dilly dally. My card. Hey, where's it printed about the dilly dally? Doesn't need. It's known about Ricardo Malpin. All over Guantanamo it's known. Please, Senorita, run to Senorita Duval. Do not drop flowers. Tell her to put on bridal veil. Her beloved simmers. I noticed. You proposed to her in Guantanamo? She proposed to me. Proposal as follows. Ricardo, I love you. Ricardo, marry me. Ricardo, give me $1,000 to buy trousseau in Havana. Then I return to your arms for centuries. In two days has been weak. Where's her room? I delight her myself. That way, Ricardo. But that way, Senors, to street, to where I come from? That's right. You do not comprehend a future bridegroom, Senorita. You cannot deprive his bride of him. Especially when he is waiting... Maybe not, but I'm going to try. Pardon me, Ricardo. Put me down, Senorita. Very strong, Senorita. Back to Guantanamo, Ricardo. Here. Don't forget your flowers. But she will suffer so as you both know. Hey, for a girl who's never been to Guantanamo, sailor sure gets around. King. Yes, Mr. Slate. If anyone asks for me, tell them I'm trying to find out who wants to buy my hotel. You wish accommodation, eh? I wish you Mr. Clokey. Oh, Senor Clokey has so many colors. A little ago, a young lady. Oh, my Linda, very beautiful. A woman, or I will take you to him to his room. What movie, Linda? Very beautiful lady? A lady who made argument with him. A lady he called Sailor Duval. What? This is his room, Senor. Yeah. Clokey. Senor. The Senor has a knife in his heart. Okay. Oh, permit me, Senor. He's not a knife. It looks the instrument to open the letters. Yeah. It's a letter opener. From my hotel with Shannon's place stamped on the handle. Not ratadios. That girl, so pretty. She did not look so... She killed him, that Sailor Duval. Look, you must have been hearing things. I hear what I hear. And so I shall inform the police. A girl named Sailor Duval killed a man. Are you Slate? Guess again, Mr. Duval. Give your hand, it's not Slate. You want something, Mr. Calvert? Uh-huh. I want to check out. There was no one at the desk, no one in Shannon's office, so I took the liberty. Oh, I'll get King to help you with your baggage. Oh, forget it. What's to help with? A tired cardboard box, a box of tortillas to eat on a journey of briefcase. I'll manage. It's been swallowed. Oh, that briefcase. What about it, Mr. Duval? It's the one that Mr. Clokey had earlier this evening. The one with all the... You know what you just did, Mr. Duval? You just spoiled my going away party. Get back in your room. So you can confess to me how you got the briefcase? Uh-uh, just because I asked you with a gun in my hand. Who saw a briefcase? I must have been out of my mind. Don't be a heroine, Mr. Duval. I can scar your pretty face. Just do what a departing guest asks. You won't like it. My room's a mess. Kid! We're just talking, Mr. Duval. All you got? You want to mend them for me? You know, you're lucky. I could just kill you, but I feel warm towards you. I'll just tie you up so you won't keep me from going away like I want to. And this handkerchief in your mouth will keep you from screaming, like for help, like for police. It wasn't a civil answer. I'm coming in. He tells you you look good with a gag in your mouth. Slug him. Oh, kept you so long. I was spending a little time with your victim. What are you talking about? Make out there's still a gag in your mouth. I've got to untie you so we can get out of here. Okay. What happened to you? A guest named Russ Calvert said to himself, Russ, tie up Sailor Duval. So he did, after I peaked at Mr. Clokey's briefcase. You're in a lot of trouble. Someone on the other side of Cuba in Guantanamo's been using your name and came around here and committed murder and left bits of you all around. Come on, out the window. Stop it, boys. She broke his gun. She is the one I saw leave with a smile after she stopped this, and you're... What's she talking about, Slade? She's saying he murdered Mr. Clokey. But when she will stick your hands in these cups. I'll do it, Sailor. Slade. Do it. Gracias. If you please, senorita. She was just kidding. You hear the policeman too unconscious. He's against the law. Come on, Sailor. Let's go out the front. Guantanamo's closer that way. Our stars, Humphrey Bogart and Lauren McCall and the second act of our story. This Guantanamo taxi, Sailor, is that you can't get one. No wonder the place is up to its yard arm with the American Navy. Taxi. Slade. What? No, I must be crazy. That man standing across the street. No, he's gone now. I couldn't see his face, but... Wait a minute. Taxi. Inside, Sailor. I'll show you to the man who wanted to marry Sailor DeVal. Maybe he can tell us a few secrets about it. Guantanamo's supplier place said I was going to marry him. Maybe you should take him up on it, Sailor. You could have yourself a gay time. Put on a funny nose, a false beard, wear a buzzer in your hand. You could be happy with a man... Welcome! Welcome to the shop of the phonies. Welcome to...? You? A renegade welcome is withdrawn. No, don't be like that, Ricardo. I brought you your bride. Ricky. Doll, baby. They couldn't keep us apart, could they? You got the shapefulness of bubbles. You got the coiffure of bubbles, the mouth and the eyes of bubbles. But you are not bubbles. Will you please to marry me? You can put him down now, Sailor. Oh, buy him for me, Daddy. You do that, senor. I will not be costly. I'll give you a discount. First we bargain, huh, Ricardo? Whatever you like, but I promise you for this girl you can have me for practically nothing. Then this girl isn't the Sailor DeVal I proposed to you. Eh, leave me to observe her up and down once more. Frat. Back. No. And she's not the one you gave a thousand dollars to buy a true sail in Havana? A thousand dollars? Hmm, will you marry me, Ricardo? Answer my question first, Ricardo. Oh, senor, how can you talk like this? This girl chiseled me out of a thousand dollars? Huh? It is too ha-ha. This girl is an angel. See, Slate, Rookie understands me. Hmm, sugar. But she looks like Sailor here. Eh, if I close my eyes. You call her Bubbles. Eh, all Juan Tanimo called her Bubbles. Bubbles, Sailor DeVal. Because when she danced Oriental dance on platform, she make Oriental bubble bath in brain of even admirals. And you're sure it wasn't me? Where Bubbles dance? What platform, Ricardo? At amusement park for the Sailors. That's where first her love hit me in the heart. That's where, eh, Bubbles. Let's go, Sailor. Can't you see Ricardo wants to be alone? We deserted, Sailor. No wonder. Look down there on that platform. That's the main event. The ladies. And the Navy. Slate. What? Look. Look, Slate. Across the midway. Watching us in front of the Hall of Mirrors. Hey, that's Russ Calvert. The boy will gag you. I told you we were being followed. Let's go. And we saw it, Sailor. He's going into the Hall of Mirrors. The joint is dark. Come on, Sailor. There he is. Russ. Where'd he go? Follow me, Sailor. Which one is you? I no one needs a haircut. The guy with the infectious grin. He's stuck on the floor. I bumped into a mirror. We're getting closer, Sailor. Let's go join the ladies. He doesn't mean you, Slate. You'll hear the man that'll upset the artist if I don't come close. Hey, you, Barker. It reaches you, huh, friend? Get the tickets in the box office. Three dimes the best part of the half. These girls have danced before the crowd led to the continent, boys. By a ticket I can't do any more for you than that. Visions. These dancing greets. You coming down here do I go up and talk you into it? Pardon me, boys. I got a roof. Here it was to show us a muscle. It's your friend the 30 cents can't buy. I met a girl working for you, Bubbles. Bubbles galed up. You a plain clothesman, friend? Because if you are, I never knew an artist's name of Bubbles, so cut me to pieces, friend. I'm a chum. I brought her something from Havana. I didn't see her on the platform. Why didn't you sing so, friend, instead of puffing up your muscles? Bubbles retired from me, living the domestic life in a little flat. Where? On Canal, 19 West Canal. Brought her something, huh? Let me look. It's between me and Bubbles. You understand, friend? Oh, Sailor. Well, now where is she? Oh, hey, Sailor. Get away from those Sailors. Bubbles doesn't like us, Slate. I'm gonna feel silly saying this. Open the door, Bubbles. You did that quite well. I see you're selling what? Nothing, just want you to say hello to Sailor DeVal. Oh, finally. You know, Slate, she does have my features. I'm glad they're on you. Mind if we come in, but... See, look, what kind of a name is Bubbles? Come on in. My name's Jean Hudson. You might as well know, the police are gonna know. I've been waiting. You two ought to get to me sooner or later. It's not that I'm difficult to get along with, Miss Hudson, but why did you have to adopt my name? You and Slate Shannon. Your names get bandied about in Cuba. So you took a little while to establish your name as Gail DeVal to people who married. Said you were my agent. My hotel was for sale. I'm just telling you all this because... Because I don't care anymore. You're gonna scream cops after you hear me out, aren't you? The thing's got murder in it. The police have got to make a living, too. Well, it goes like this. Mr. Clokey was the agent for a hotel buyer. Came to Havana with the money and rustabbed him. But the landlady said she saw me with Clokey. We told her what to say to the police. She's money hungry like me. Like everybody. What makes you so bitter, Jean? A man kissed my cheek and pinched the poke and walked out. Russ Calver took a powder. With the $25,000? $26,000. He absconded with my truso money, too. Let's you and me go in the corner and have a nice long chat about men. Can you imagine somebody stealing his fiance's truso money? That's how Jean got it. That doesn't make any difference. A girl's got to get it where she can. Where'd Russ go? He's taken a boat out of Guantanamo tonight. Sales in about an hour. Stopped from here, sailor. The police. Then we go see a man about taking a boat. There's only one boat leaving at nine tonight. There it is, sailor. Scarlet Crescent bound for Singapore. A man can have himself a time in Singapore with $25,000. A girl, too. Wait a minute. Don't worry. I was just dreaming. That old car that just pulled up. The guy who just got out of it. Russ Calvert. Let's go get him, sailor. Hey, wait for me. I got you running for the order. He's seen us, Slade. He's running. There he goes up that alley. Oh, that Russ is quite a track man. Come on. In the alley. My daddy told me there'd be nights like this. Now what? Now what what? Here's a course, Allie. It's a way to go to the right or left or straight ahead. Russ seemed to me the type of man who would go straight ahead. We'll take the left. He couldn't have come this way unless he used right through this wall. This is a blind alley. No, he's not in those doorways either. I told you we should have gone straight ahead. Let's go back. Let's go to the boat and wait for him. No, he won't take the boat now. He's going to get out of Cuba another way. I guess that settles that, huh? I'll find him. Slade, look. That car coming toward us with his lights on. Russ' car. He circled back and got it. He's going to try to run us down. Quick, sailor, back into the blind alley. Just kill us in there. That's our only chance. Faster, sailor. There's the wall. There's no better way to go. Here. This doorway. Jump. All right, sailor. You all right? You did it again. You saved my life. Not me. You did. You take up jumping into doorways at Vassar, sailor? Depending on the guy I was dating. What about Russ? Well, let's find out. Take a Derek to get him loose. The engine's in his lap. He's dead, isn't he? Don't say it like it's a tragedy. He tried to kill us. Slade, take me home. I want to show you something. What? When I was leaving the carnival supply house, Ricardo pressed something into my hand. He didn't give me a thing. All the while I had my eye on that squirting flower. Gee, you're lucky, sailor. Look what he gave me. A tricked nose with a mustache. Put it on. I figured you'd ask me that. All right. How do I look? Come here. I'm funny, huh? That's right. Right here. I like that. I knew you would. Tell me why. The mustache tickles. And so 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 and Lauren Bacall together in... bold...