 adventure, intrigue, mystery, romance, starring Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall Together in the sultry setting of Propical 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 Now there's a sight that warms the cock of little man's heart I tell you, just sitting here on the beach and watching a girl like that cavort, carefree, gay, look at her Look at that cartwheel Just nothing. I've got cartwheels you don't even know about Let me just relax and enjoy the scenery, huh? You know what I think that girl likes me, Sailor? You mean her, Alice Markle? You think that's why she's turning cartwheels? Don't knock at it, it hits people different ways Or is it because she gave you a buck to take out her laundry and dry cleaning? It's not the dollar, Sailor, when she checked into the hotel, I told her such services were gratis But she wouldn't hear of it, she Hey, your Alice Markle just took her nose dive I've got to admit it, Slate. She looks pretty good with her nose in the sand What's the matter with her? She's not moving Maybe she likes to sniff sand. I've heard about her Come on Miss Markle, are you all right? No Sure, give me a hand with her, Sailor All right Hey, something really is wrong My father Take me to my father And tell it Hold it a minute, Sailor Now you can put her down now Gently You got any good words now, kid? This girl is dead My eyes closed, I don't know what I felt You enjoy the refinements that are hotels in your heart, huh? The exquisite service, the soft veg, the private pistol range It's shoddiest dull For you, Lune Quirk, you kept me waiting I sat down a tea with a girl, poised there All you have to do is follow her, she gets away from you That's a fault You let her die in a place we don't know That's a fault I am not ashamed to confess the dead girl was too clever for me What a years I've waited for her Break the graves of the world for her Put classified ads in the papers of the world Then she branked it to me You let it slip away A tabard of the basaltos Tabard, tabard I have seen such tabards under the glass in our museum It is a nightgown without sleeves Like a crumbling shrub For this you kill I kill Take a lesson from an old antique dealer The Sorrow Brothers wore tabards over their armor When they conquered South America They spilled their blood in them And that made them worth the jewels of the world So Alice Markle teased you with it And died because you wanted it for nothing And locked the secret of its whereabouts In the closet of death You are an interesting man, senior You desire this tabard as other men desire A very interesting man Lady, I want to shake your hand Well, now, that's mighty decent of you, sailor Go right ahead, take any hand you want Now that we're shaking, why are we? You tell him why, King You may be hand is left over, Mr. Sleet I want to shake it What goes on here? A simple matter, Mr. Sleet Inspector LaSalle came and went Asked you questions and you gave him answers Nobody got mad at nobody That is why he's shaking Congratulations! And mostly because even LaSalle admits You're not involved in the murder of Alice Markle Okay, okay, let go of the hands I want to stroke my chin and think of something Of me? About Alice Markle You told LaSalle you weren't going to mix in I told him I didn't know anything about her murder That's all I told him A girl, a blonde kid, registered at my hotel And dropped dead in front of me Poisoned the medical examiner just told us Why should a thing like that happen? That is a point to consider, Mr. Sleet All right, all right Look, look, sailor The girl died calling for her father We ought to try to find him All right, we ought to try to find him But where? Where are we going to look? We could start on Faseo Lorca That's a nice street Shady, lots of shops Only why do we start there? Why don't we pick any street at random? When Alice Markle registered She wrote down this address here One-two-six per sailorca This is a page from the register You didn't show it to Inspector LaSalle So you wasted a handshake on me Wanted back sailor? Or do you want to come along? Home address and a hotel register And it turns out to be a hat shop Straw hats, grass hats, bamboo hats What kind of home is that for a girl, Sleet? That's the sleeping man, shall we? Hey, Chico, wake up Hey, wake up I wasn't sleeping, Joris Little eccentricity of mine I pretend sleep peek through my hat As the customers walk in Listen to what they have to say I like them, I weave them a headpiece If I don't, I kick them in the shins Oh, you'll like us Because we like you Any man who weaves bamboo hats What's not to like? Besides, ever see shins like mine, Hatman? You ought to be Never You just want yourself a free hat, girly And for your gent- Well, her gent weaves some information About a girl named Alice Markle Alice? You got a right to ask me about her? Yeah We sat on the beach and watched her die Now give me the right She registered to my hotel Gave this as her home address, why? I only tell you gent Because you seem to have cared for her But three days the extra room upstairs Was her home You're a relative? A friend of her father's A man who was charged with the murder of his wife A man who was judged insane Buried in stone for fifteen years A man who couldn't give his daughter a home Where is her father now? I don't know Maybe he's out Maybe he's still in the sanitary And the girl didn't tell me All she asked was that I give her a place to sleep For a few days Because I was once a friend of her father's Yeah I'm sorry I crowded you friend It's just that the girl was beautiful Young A child You see you agree gent Now perhaps you could do something for her Because she's dead What can we do? I'll show you See this It's a tabard The tabard of one of the bizarro brothers Close your mouth Slade Who wouldn't know a thing like that? It's a what friend? There are only two in all the universe Priceless, fabulous Lucky you Take this one to Robert Hart At the Hotel Pinart del Rio Ask him if he wants to buy the pair Tell him Jeffrey the Hatweaver hasn't both To come to me for the other one A question Hatweaver Why should we do that with this This what you're gonna call him? Because it was a dead girl's wish You need more reason than that Slade, Shannon Look at you Slade you're unknown The keeper of dead girls wishes me for you Yeah wrap it up How am I gonna look carrying a loose tabard Into a hotel Thank you Cut it out Ham bone I was just admiring this layout that's all Ever seen a swankier hotel than this in all your life Shannon's place by candlelight You could put Shannon's place behind that sofa Over there and still have room for a polo game Ring the desk bell please I'm looking for a man named Robert Hart See it is who looking for you? Me and him Which is understood And why? This I must ask because Senor Hart Has left instructions not to start Oh tell him it's about a It's about a what sailor? A tabard A pitara tabard There I said it That sounds just the way I thought it would I see Senor Hart is at the moment In the gentleman's gymnasium Amusing himself and getting sweaty By bouncing a handball against the wall Take me to him You with pleasure Lady I'm sorry he's not permitted Oh come off it old boy I've seen men bounce handballs before Take a care of back the Shannon's place sailor What? Sure I'll get rid of this This what? Habit A couple of games of handball Or rub down I could use the exercise Exercise? It's your funeral slate See you back at Shannon's place Wait till you see me on the court Like the wind Like the wind Hello I almost said she liked the way I play Uh huh I tickled him under the chin with a tabard The tabard of Pizarro Interesting That's a brown paper bag Regular museum piece, huh? Personally it leaves me limp with cold Where'd you get it? Geoffrey the Hatman at the Sailorca He said that if you want to buy He's got the other one The common pairs I hear Like towels, like his and hers You got expensive tastes And antique bath mats, huh? You lie You stole it from Alice Marshall You stole it Cheated me of it You got sweat in your eyes, Buster I told you the Hatman Huh? Alice Marshall You know her, Buster You know she's dead I read obituaries So hobby with me Follows I've been waiting for you to ask me Senior Hey, what the The flaw in the back of the throat Senior He said he was like A wind on the court A wind Let's take him someplace where you blow away Our stars, Humphrey Bogarton And the second act of our story Stretch her fingers for life But beyond her reach She'd call for her father For her father she sighed But on Havana Beach Lovely girl she died Mr. Slate Go to look for she father So dear Find a straw hatman Who did share a tear He sent Mr. Slate On a delicate mission To sell an antique But no salesman's commission He wouldn't have taken it If it had been offered, King I know he wouldn't I think he wouldn't Girl, I bet he would No, Lady Sailor, he would not You are closer to Mr. Slate Than anyone in seven universes Better than anyone in the matches Of Taurus de Boudre, you know him All the constellations Of the seven seas of Skye You better be handing Our pamphlets with a pitch, King Oh, Lady Sailor, I Now forget it, King Just bothers me that a man Can spend so much time Showing around a tablet of Pizarro Perhaps Mr. Slate Was seduced by a game of handball Ha, add another ha That gives you ha-ha I'll put it another way How long can a man play handball With Mr. Slate It could be a career If all he brings home Is a blister, I'll throw it in his face I'll... Fanon's place, Sailor Duvall speaking Is Mr. Shannon there, Mr. Duvall? No, he isn't Who's this? Jeffrey, the Hatweaver He's still at the Hotel Pinal del Rio Playing handball, the rumor goes Personally, I don't believe it Slate's a cartwheel man But then you'd better come to me It's important Something you should know A Hatman's got something every girl should know Try to keep me away, Jeffrey Boy The joint's yours, King Do something with it till I bring Slate back Open the baby, Luz I want you to take a look around Get it, Custer Like, for instance Roll your eyes, that great kid You're holding a knife And a nice pinning room for a grommos to the floor That's why you clobbered me, huh? For a frame Killed Ramos and my printer on the knife For that thing lying over there on the table hot For that piece of burlap, that tabard thing That'd be prime, you first, Shannon I had to kill the wife of a friend My partner's wife Killing Ramos like kissing a dove That much pain So get the idea, kid It wouldn't be any bother at all to scratch you off I was back to a piece of burlap on the table Right That one and another The other one you got I told you a man named Jeffrey had done it I don't know anybody named Jeffrey, you've got it Tell me where it is And I wiped the handle of that knife on Ramos What makes that tabard with people dying With the poisoning of a girl with Worth more lives than you've ever met The tabard of Francisco Pizarro Consider it I've been telling everybody I wouldn't care if that rag was worn by Tassel's O'Hara, I get nothing Just don't hit me Look at it A coat of arms Shining like some interlite Yeah, yeah, I see it Warred over the steel of the conquistadores I'll kill you You think you're going to woo me with a mix of raro You're a mad hatter that they've riced over Let's stop it You're Alice Marcos' father, aren't you I saw something in your face when Slate told you Alice was dead I'm sorry But the killing hasn't stopped You must know that too What are you talking about? Where's Slate? Don't sigh at me, I asked you a question Where's Slate? I don't have an idea Then whatever happened to your daughter Might have happened to Slate Your daughter was murdered And that wasn't enough for you Robert Hart murdered my wife I was indicted for it I spent 15 years in a madhouse for it What's that got to do with it? He was my partner I was in prison, I knew what... The light's dawning, Geoffrey You were trying to get Hart to come to you You sent him your daughter with that tablet to lure him to you Yes And then you sent Slate Now it's my turn to be sorry for you, Mr. Val If he's alive If he's alive, he's someplace in Havana I'm going to find him Bye, Geoff Oh, no No, I'm... She's out looking for you I'm glad she's out I wouldn't make you so glad She will not see at first hand the blues Who's pasted upon you in this alleged game of handball She will not see the blood stains on your coat She will not... That sailor she was born with a fairy godmother Waving a short wand over The things that lucky girl won't see first hand The things... The things that a girl doesn't know about me will never hurt her Oh, come right on in, Pobina Don't just stand there with the dry cleaning hanging from your mouth Folks out of three, huh, Pobina? You'll make the welcome joke pretty... Makes you giggle, it's a joke Here, let me take your packages It is cleaning, it's for Alice Marco Stuff I sent out for her She has no need for it now, Mr. Sleeve You know what you just did, King? You just relieved my conscience about tearing it open Second tabard Oh, you don't know how good, honey People kill each other for these things Sailor was looking for me, huh, King? Yes, but I do not know where The finding of her will be... Child's play All I do is go to the Palace of Jolly The dance hall The last play she looked for him Because she hates to admit I ever go there Child's play, huh? I'm not Child's play pretty, ma'am Yeah, bring the laundry around again, Pobina And we'll erase it, huh? What place, Jeffrey? I've been saving it If he's there, I'll break his arm And he's always there I don't understand We look all over Havana for Shannon And all the while you know he's in this place, you speak I understood it myself, it would frighten me too That's the place Gordy, isn't it? I'm afraid I don't... You can weave hats, Jeffrey Don't try for anything else Wait here, I'll get it You better meet me, your arms, and your Shannon And I will leave you to the police station quietly Slate! How nice of you You've been arrested again What took you so long, sailor? I've been waiting an hour You complaining? You dance the mambo, you get arrested You take your dance lessons too seriously People get arrested or do that And for murder? She couldn't take it, huh? Played finally killed his dancing teacher Ramos, the hotel clerk Stacked with a knife upon which was found the fingerprints of Shannon We are called to the hotel There is the body of a man, Ramos A knife is in him You make a dollar, sailor Maybe I can find some place more interesting Don't wait up for me You are insane, Shannon I will shoot, I will shoot to kill Oh, who can hit a moving target? But, sailor, you're a dar boy Hey, Slate, wait for me Wait for baby I run fast for an old hat weaver, Jeffrey Because I've been resting for a long time And in a sailor In a hole in the wall it'll matter Slate, Jeffrey will kill hard this season I want to sailor told me on the way here I don't blame you, Jeffrey, but I can't let you And what about it, Jeffrey? While we go in to talk to heart So many years I've waited for this You have a gun, Jeffrey? No, search it, Slate Yeah, I'd better Come on, Jeffrey, we're not playing Don't try to take it away What'll it get you, Jeffrey? Come on, give me the gun The police will take care of him This moment has been the reason for my living And when it's over I don't care what happens to me Knock on the door, Shannon This gun says knock Better do it, Slate Watch it, Shannon, what are you doing? It was too quick The gun took him too quick He didn't even know who I was He didn't even see me He did was die For my wife, for my daughter There was no joy in it He didn't even know me You do it I'm going home All right, sailor Wait for me What does the museum give you for the tablets? Picture postcard of the bronze statue of General Gomez Iparate Sebastian the brave conqueror of Lake Hermosa What it says on the other side of the card Now go ahead, read it All right General Gomez Iparate Sebastian will be remembered for his brave exploits against the elusive bandits of Lake Hermosa since his illustrious charge all wildlife in the region Oh, what about the tablets? Oh, Jeffrey wove them in occupation therapy while he was in the sanitarium They're phony, sailor That's life, I guess I can wear them for a mother hover to change it I get the tablets You get this Get my loom, sailor There'll be a weaving of the tablets tonight And so our two stars Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall have brought to a close our latest whole adventure 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 Ventures