 Mystery, romance, starring, together in the poultry setting of Tropical Havana and the mysterious island of the Caribbean. How do you know what's a lot for me to do? Well, if you ask me... No one asked you. Personally, I'd like to go to Batobano. I just want to go on record in case someone asks me how I feel about going to Batobano. This morning I woke up, stretched, said to myself, Oh, to be in Batobano, now that the dew is on the pineapple. You like this town, Mr. Val? My wife here and I think it's one of the most interesting in Cuba. Don't we, Alice? I loved it. And you'll get a hundred dollars for delivering the boat, Mr. Shannon? Make it a hundred and a quarter. Well, all you want me to do is take that cabin cruiser back to its owner in Batobano. Why don't you do it yourself? Alice wants to stay in Havana and shop. Maybe on the way we can stop at the Isle of Pine Slate. I've heard that place is interesting and educational and good for inhaling. You can stick your head under a tower with a camphor ball and get the same thrill. Maybe we should try to get someone else Jimmy. Make it a hundred and fifty. I don't know, Shannon. A hundred and thirty-seven fifty. Here's the key. There's one more thing, Mr. Drew. How do we get back to Havana? By train. I stopped in on the way here and bought tickets. Just take the boat to Batobano, deliver it to Emilio Lopez. He'll be waiting for you when you're docked. And here, give him this envelope too. Then take the train home. Simple. A hundred and thirty-seven fifty. Give it to him, Alice. One hundred, twenty, thirty, thirty-seven and fifty cents. Ah, now it's simple. Here's half a buck, sir. Go buy yourself some clothes. I want you to look nice in Batobano. On the occasion you get nowadays first and double. That's one of your hard earned money in a penny arcade model. For nothing, you can look at me. Huh? Oh, hi, Alice. You should see this. That's delicious Delsal tongue, the sultans delight. Very comical. I type baggy pants comedy. Here's a darn girl, laugh yourself sick. Hey, dream girl, don't be like that. Ask me to meet you here at the penny arcade. A fella's got a fill in the time. That's why people come here to spend their pennies. I should be different. You're different, Marty. That's why I want to see you round, round and smooth. Ah, live for a dream girl. Because you're different. Husband Jimmy dies. Also friend Emilio Lopez. Go up, Pat, we'll be strewn with flowers for the dead. You know what? I'm happy about the whole thing. They raise a finger and they dance for us, Alice. Jimmy. My innocent Jimmy. The dreary husband thinks I don't know what he's been up to. Even a guy like him wants to think he owns a secret. In rainy days it happens to me too. He thinks I'm sweet, ignorant. Everything his wife should be. You could chain him, but I know he's still for me. The cargo is still fueled from a bottle-bunner warehouse. Loaded onto Emilio's cabin cruiser and from there transferred to a fishing boat. Shameful. Also very tricky. But what fishing boat dream girl, mine? Maybe the name of the boat was in the envelope Jimmy gave Shannon. Maybe it was the punchline to a story he whispered in his ear. Didn't want his girls to blush. I remember they laughed. Run it down again, Dream Girl. You do what? I wear widow's wades for Jimmy. Go to Barobano to give my condolences to Emilio's orphans. And me? I tickle Shannon with a feather for the name of a fishing boat. Such a lush life. Run home to Jimmy, girl. I got a penny that's burning a hole through a dream. There's one cruiser the man's got here, Sailor. Why don't you go below and put something on the galley stove? I'll be a chilly night. Sure. The galley's locked. See? Moat up the deckhouse, Sailor. You'll have something, mister? You two don't know how lucky you are. You eat head bumps from a distance, Buster. Just a bump. Says you don't have to go to Barobano tonight. You're quite a buster, Buster. What else don't we have to do? Jimmy Drew told me to catch you before you left. Said give me the envelope he gave you and I'd take the boat to Barobano myself. Come on, give. Why should Drew suddenly change his mind? Come on, come on, let's not play with the question. Off the boat, kiddies, before I have to toss. Sailor, didn't he say something about tossing somebody? I heard him, shall we? Yeah, have an arm and a leg, Sailor. You're so good to me. Let's go to Barobano. Yes, you keep that. That's the answer to Barobano's prayers, aren't you, safe boy? You even deport and the girl population does nip up. Bang each other over the head with fish. I don't like tears, Sailor. I left many fond memories in Barobano. I'm all over there. You enjoy your dance with my boss. Therefore, do you want to play, Sailor? Yeah. If you're a mini-older, please come on and take it away from us. We've had it. Come on, get it back. Back off. You are a courteous messenger, boy. You deliver my boat. You hold my hand. Gracias. Pretty and fresh is the minute I got it, Lopez. Take a look around if you want. Hey, who me? When it stands before my eyes, it's delicious equipment you brought with you. Huh? He means me, place. See? Give me half a chance to Barobano and I can make a name for myself, too. Care to give it a whirl, Emilio? Hey, I am already dizzy in the head from your delicious... Delicious one. Hey, but first be a face of finance for your exquisite manner of special delivery. Now, don't worry about it, Emilio. We've already been paid. Drew paid it. He did not mention to you the matter of a bonus, which I've locked in the galley and for which the key hangs around my neck. Well, I'm not one to quibble about a bonus. If you were, I'd break your legs. It should happen to me from you, then it's your turn. I get it. There you go. I'm supposed to give you this envelope. I know. I see myself waiting for it. Well, first I'll lock the lock. We want to divert and... Blake, what happened to him? Dead sailor, shot dead. But this gun, see? Rigged up as a booby trap and the door opened, this tricky string set up for the trigger to kill anyone who... And I tried to open it because you wanted something hot to drink. Oh, so I didn't get it. Now, what could have teased Emilio about this envelope? Let's find out, shall we? Dead slate. Maybe it was personal. Yeah. Yeah, I guess it was. Girl's name on a slip of paper. Ella Wiley. Now, how do you like better by no now, sailor? The dew on the pineapples just turned to tears. Cut it out, sailor. What's the matter with you? All I'm doing is trimming my cuticles. I'll cut it out. It's the first sign of a fugitive, a cuticle trimmer. Besides, it makes me nervous. What's the girl supposed to do when she's waiting for a clay? Eat apples? I'll stop hinting around, sailor. This apple's for on the train. Just sit still and stop making yourself obvious. The whole police force about Obama probably knows by this time that we're the two from that cabin crew. I doubt it. People who wave to me are my friends. If a cop mentioned my name to any of them, all they do is shake their heads. Well, I want to get back to Havana. What time does that train leave? Two minutes. Take it easy. Wait a minute. What's the letter? Here, take a bite of apple. Bio magazine, Mrs. Drew? What? Oh, Mr. Shannon. I'm glad to see you. I've been looking all over for you. What are you doing here? Look at the papers already. What happened to Emilio? I came here to find you, to ask you about it. The papers were vague. Who rigged that booby trap in the gallery? You or your husband? Hard to know what you're talking about. And who's Ella Wiley? Ella Wiley? Who is she? Oh, Mr. Shannon, believe me. I don't have the least idea. I drove down to Barobano as soon as I heard. Booby trap? Ella Wiley? Well, the papers said nothing about it. I don't understand. Well, maybe your husband does. He's still in Havana? Well, left him there. I suppose he's still there. Uh-huh. Well, don't run away from Havana, Mrs. Drew. The joint would get empty without you. I have another bite of the apple now, Slade. We're almost inside the Havana depot. Uh, you sent the wire to Drew, telling him to meet us? You counted the words on it. Paired it down to ten. What do you mean, did I send it? I'm just checking things off in my mind. Hey, what happened? You can pick me up off the floor now, Slade. I need to get in my lab. Oh, come on. We must have hit something. All the people running. Now, don't look. Just don't look. Oh, it's a man, Slade. Not the train. Yeah. A man who was once Jimmy Drew. Take me home, Slade. Quick. Next time, we'll let you out telegrams in black. This is about a sailor that always makes us eyewitnesses to people's dying. Come on, and he wipes the jet back to Havana for $137.50. Can't say no. They deliver a boat at least bargain-raised. To one who opened door, where death upon him waits. Then by Chuchu to Havana, the train, she dies because a man's billy life. Make him cut it out, Slade. You heard it, King. No more sad songs for the ladies. I know no other way to weep for the dead who are strangers to me, Mr. Slade. I'll introduce them to you. There's a woman named Emilio Lopez and her husband called Jimmy Drew. Now that you're friends, how will you weep? I am sorry, Mr. Slade. Ladies, please. Hello, Wiley. How does a girl would cause the violent death of two men? Her name is Ella One, too. A love for the village idiot. Tom played them all for the brass band. It's a cool girl, Chum, huh? They get the same one? My daughter. Ella's a big wheel back home now. Here from her regularly. Runs a shelter for homeless cats. Why don't you, Sela? It's a better life than the one I give you here. When you work it out, Slade, let me know. Let me know why a short cruise to Bad Havana winds two murders around our necks. Murders? What makes you think Drew was murdered? So you? Sure you do. So do I. See, are you rubbed off on me, Slade? That's why I don't go home. Right now, there's not a lot of time. I hated it. I got a shoulder that you could forget on. Listen to me, Marty. The silk is on a boat named the Ella Wiley. We've got to be in Bad Havana tonight to get it out of... Tonight's six hours from now. Want to try the shoulder? I'm nervous, Marty. It settles the nerves. Clear, cleaner, glue me a place than this. Then you leave the hand on your heart. Sela, bow from the waist. Take your heels, hand the man the register, and tell him it's three sixty a day. Every winter? Let him have it for three. What must a man do to get in a word sideways? He does not bring the right back up to three sixty. Ah, twelve years. I've been on the police force in Bad Havana. For the first time in my life, they send me to Havana, all expenses paid, and I'm greeted by silly criminals. You've got an expense account, and you're complaining? Yes, I have an offer. He is not here yet, but I feel it coming. Also have been stolen many crates silk from a Bad Havana warehouse, to which we point tourists with price. Also is a favorite song, Lo pezzi, freesome, with treasure stolen silk on his nose. Sir, complain. Talk to me about your complaint. I've been having a funny ache in my legs lately, doctor. You say... Come from running away from scenes of crime. I get them running for the same thing. Sir, right here in the cows of the land. Well, I hate to break up smooching about our operations, but who told you it was us? Oh, it was a very jolly acquisition. Only Bad Havana girls who had took me hours to wheel out of them your names in your genre. I giggled it out of them. And now you've come to gigalax and do an arrest, huh? Gigalax? Only to observe you until you prove yourself guilty, Senorita. Ha, ha, ha. As long as all these princes are paid in Havana... Now, shall I break it up, pal? We're going back to Bad Havana. I'd never have keeps on a case. Oh, to Bad Havana, I follow legally. What they care, Senor, there is the sight of me that does not giggle. I thought you knew everyone in Bad Havana safe. Well, that was last year. This year I got you. Can I help it if a girl named Ella Wiley sneaks into the city without letting me know? What are we going to do now? I'll keep asking. Oh, there's a guy over there. Looks like he's been around for a while. For a while? For that long gray beard and that glittering eye. Ask him which body sailed on place, the Nina, the Penta, or the Santa Maria. Buenos dias, senor. Buenos dias. You know this waterfront pretty well? It is my wife and my mother and my sweetheart. Not the cozy group. Ever heard of a girl who... At my age, I have heard everything. Now, let me finish, will ya? I'll be here with Ella Wiley. Last week she was called out as great senor. That's the custom in Bad Havana? That is the custom with both of them. The underneath is stuck to with barnacles. You know, sailor, all day we've been looking for a girl and we should have been looking for a boat. Senor, what kind of a boat is the Ella Wiley? Poor teaching. One such is that one over there in the rest. And where would I find the Ella Wiley? Far down that way, almost to the end. What interest do you have of these boats, senor? Well, I want to look it over and maybe buy it. Like the other senor? See? Huh? What other senor? Two nights ago, a man was aboard her. For what reason, I asked myself. Now I know. Perhaps to buy it. What man are you talking about, honey? Honey? As from the bees? Well, let's not get racist. Just tell us what man you saw. I confess it, senorita. I did not notice. Nearly a man. Well, that is probably Jimmy Drill loading silk. Entertain your boyfriend, sailor. I'm going for a walk. Why don't I just run along the side, you, huh? Well, look at him, sailor. His beard's curling. Already, you can't leave him like that. See ya later. So long, Slate. Just ten minutes to cut a ship's mooring line, and set her adrift on a lonesome sea. For a top-up for a moonlight dip, my finder, that is, at least kept in condition. The yellow wily. Get a head with a nose on your shoulder, sailor. And the bucket of paint hanging on your arm. You know, I can remember when you didn't need a bucket of paint to do a town, Slate. I can remember when you... Ah, Slate, you're poop. Poor boy. Hold it, sailor, right here. You're going to paint words on the piling? On that fishing boat over there. The Lila V. Liker, picked her out of the crowd. A few clever strokes of this tired, pink brush. And the Lila V becomes the yellow wily. Ah, that's a neat trick. How are you going to do that? The Lila, first L, becomes an E. I becomes an L. That gives us L. And I'm a genius at making Vs into wubba-yous, Slate. Sure. And in no time at all, we'll have Lila Wily, a girl who never left home. Oh, we'd never get out of there alive. That means we're going to get off this deck alive, huh? Really? You can get out of there if you want to. Just walk away. I'll meet you back in Havana. A girl complained to the cold, and right away, her son had told her to walk. You know what to do when a girl says it's a cold night? I'll split my well and socks with you. The right one's got no toe in it. You can use it for a turtleneck. You think I won't take you up? I'm glad we dropped off a boat. Welcome, folks, to the good ship, Lila Wily. Have a good time. What do you know, Alice? A ship full of heisted silk and two monkeys to guard it for us. How did you two get here? The usual way, down the speed, on the dock, onto the ship. Is there any other way? You found out about the ship, too, huh? Sure. Jimmy drew a heist of the load of silk and stashed it on the Lila Wily, then ran back to Havana. It's a pity about you, Shannon, knowing so much. Stick with me, kid. I know more. A sleight of wisdom with the things he knows. Sometimes it frightens me. I tell you, just frightens me. Try getting scared about this. Your gun doesn't make any difference. Put yourself in my place. I'm a guy who just happens to know the lady's husband scooted back to Havana in Lopez's cabin cruiser. Because he hired me to take it back to Lopez with a piece of paper that told Lopez where he hid the silk. You should have given Marty that piece of paper before you went to Barobano. Then all this wouldn't be happening to you. Wait a minute, Alice. The boy's got something in his mind. What do you need more killings for, Marty? You've got a hole full of silk. Then I need a new dress. Stop playing with them, Marty. Get rid of them. You're a bloodthirsty girl, Alice. Must have been you who rigged that booby trap. Pick myself a winner, aren't you, Shannon? Oh, I don't know. Don't start casting your tickets till the race is over, kid. We're not hard to please, Marty. Enough of that silk to take care of the time we've spent keeping it for you. Jimmy wanted the silk, too. Got him a railroad track. Have a look, Marty. After all, we got here first. We got to run away with this boat. Yeah. That's right. You could have. Let me go look at that silk. Cover them with your gun, Alice. I'm going down into the hole. All right. I've got a gun. Sarah's going to open the door. Throw your gun out first and come out with your hands up. Just tell me if you're all right. How am I supposed to be? I just shot a man. He tried to kill her. Yeah, that's right, isn't it? Keep telling me that. I'll take you back to Havana, Slade. Sure. Sure, let's go. I said, my. It's a pretty night, isn't it? Paper said it was going to rain. It's not a cloud in the sky. Paper said it was going to rain. What do they know? Look at that moon, Slade. You're a crazy sailor. It's pouring down rain. My, my. Come back to me. Get hold of yourself. It's thundering lightning. It happened to you, too, huh? My, my. 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...