 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. You won't regret this, Mr. Shannon. You'll see you won't. Mr. Shannon hardly ever regrets anything, do you, Slate? That's because I lead such a clean life. See what a lucky man you are, Mr. Bullock. Where else could you have found a hundred percent fellow like Slate here to take you all the way to Key West in his own boat? I know. Oh, how well I know. Oh, that reminds me. Be a passage money. You can pay me when I land you at Key West. When you do that, you'll get a bonus. Yeah, it's a nice plump bonus. Plump? That'll be nice. You're a nice man, Mr. Bullock. Well, thank you. Thank you very much. Here, I got the money right here. I'll peel off any part of it. Just say when. What a big piggy bank you must have robbed, Mr. Bullock. Huh? Oh, I am. Oh, oh, oh. You made a funny. Did you do that, sailor? Yes, she did. I've got $50,000 right here in my hand. Oh, piggy bank. And I'll just say when, Mr. Shannon. Well, if it makes you that happy, when? What did I tell you, Mr. Bullock? You've finally found an honest man. You're a wonderful Slate. It means a lot to you to get to Key West, doesn't it, Mr. Bullock? Oh, it does. Yes, it does. A man like me, I'm just not cut out for this excitement in Havana. I'm strictly a homebody. Carpet slippers, a pipe, the evening paper, but all of it in English. Something a man could hold on to. Yes. How much farther to your boat, Mr. Shannon? A couple of minutes. If you're that anxious, you could have taken a plane. One of the crackliners. I told you. I don't like all those people around me. I paid you enough, didn't I? I'm not paying you to ask silly, personal questions. You're being paid to... Now easy, Mr. Bullock. Slate doesn't like it when you go. Hey, watch your sailor. Hey, watch with you guys. You're no better than the drive in Havana with your headlights off. You could have. Keep the mouth polite, friend. Or we want us to ask a friendly direction. Mr. Shannon, look out. They're the men who... The men who... What do you know? It can still talk. All right, move it, my chick. Johnny'll be proud, won't he, my chick? Yeah, he'll be proud. Hey, you should have seen it, Johnny. You should have seen it. Relax. But Johnny, I think... I said shut up. Turn off the record, Marchek. Yeah. Man doesn't eat anything but music like that. Sure, Johnny. Sure, Johnny. Tell me how Bullock died. The four slugs in the chest. Can you imagine that, Johnny? A little guy like that and it takes him four slugs. Who was driving? Him. Marchek. Him. I was driving, Johnny. I don't know about you, Marchek. I really don't. I said dolly drives. You were going to handle the gun, remember? Oh, what difference does it make? Sure, Johnny. What difference? I didn't mind. He took four slugs. You should have seen him. Marchek. Uh-huh. Next time you do like I say. Next time you'll do it my way, won't you, Marchek? Ah, sure I will. Sure you will. You understand? It's the little things that annoy me. Take Bullock. He annoyed me. A bookkeeper who walks out with $50,000 shakes my faith. The money is incidental, Marchek. It's the annoyance of it. Gives me butterflies. That's Johnny. Johnny, when do we... Soon. Real soon. And when we get back to the States it'll be like old times, won't it? Running things from Havana is okay, Johnny, but I like the States. Like old times. When are we getting out of here? Sometime I'll whisper it in your ear gently, Marchek. Sure. There's no chance of a slip-up on Bullock, is there? Uh-uh. We were driving without lights. Nobody followed. That's right. It happened too fast even for the guy in a dame to have. What guy in dame? The ones at Bullock was talking for. What guy in dame? A Bullock came out of the hotel with a guy in a dame. What hotel? Called Shannon's Place. Get them. Bring them here. Sure, Johnny. Now turn on the music, Marchek. Uh-huh. Guy inside said you were outside. Said you were on the patio. Did he tell you to keep walking? I said you know where Slate Shannon is. Shannon is doing clever things to his boat. You'll find him down at the dock. Your name is Duval, huh? Who are you? You got in trouble a little while ago, didn't you? You walked with a man and he dropped dead from bullets. Look, don't make me repeat myself. Police, that's all. For a Cuban policeman, you've got quite an American lilt to your voice. Yeah, I go to all the American movies. Come on, sis. What are you talking about? Talking about, come on, with me, the police. I'm arresting you. It's a suspicion. Suspicion of what? Show me a bag. Come on, sis. I get experienced dragon people, too. Take your hands off me. Why, why you're the man in the car. Yeah. You, you're gonna stop fighting or do I break the soft arm? Sailor. Slate, Slate, hurry. You did wrong, sis. What's the... Slate, he's got a gun. Okay, proper. Tell her to get the gun. You're gonna be real sorry, mister. He's getting away. Yeah. You all right, Sailor? He's slugged you good, huh? Are you all right? Let's go inside. He was the man who shot Mr. Bullock. I noticed. Like you said, he slugged me good. I'll get you something. Hey, wait a minute. We've got company sitting over there. Yeah. Wonder what he wants. Good evening, senor LaSalle. Why, there's no chase, senor. Senorita, are you sad also, like me? Sad? See, this evening you were seen with a man who is lately murdered. That's why I am sad. You are under arrest, both of you. Make yourselves comfortable, senorita, senor. We have a saying in Havana. My jail is your jail. Hasn't changed a bit, has it, Slate? Still cozy. Yeah, our home away from home. Same leg broken on same chair. Same cigar burns on same desk. Same picture of LaSalle Jr. No, it's not the same. Junior's a big boy now. How Junior has shot up. Thank you. Don't mention it. How is Junior? Remarkable. He has known attendance at Yale. Bulla-bulla for him. Oh, you are too kind. How long do we crook our pinkies at each other, LaSalle? I gave you the hoodlums gun. All you have to do is trace it. I'd get your bullocks murderer. I'd get this out of this coffee clutch. You and us. This we shall do, senor, to the tracing of the gun. However, there's also a matter of questions. I've already chosen my category. How about you, Slate? What's the question? We told you he shot Bulla down in cold blood. We were taking a walk. Bulla didn't get to finish it, that's all. There's a murderer of which you speak. You know him? You can describe him? He was American. He carried an American gun. He's got a cold right cross. What else is there to know about a man in the dark? I could think of something. The license number of the car. You jotted it down? I knew we forgot something, sailor. Next time I'll bring my ballpoint. Yeah, do that. Which brings us to the 64 peso question. Junior has written me of such. What business had senor Bulla with you? He hired me. He hired my boat. Take him to Key West. He was a simple little man. Still, he had almost $50,000 on him. Perhaps you will tell me why. Sure. Simple little man put their pennies in Christmas savings. You'd be surprised how it adds up. It could have been a good fee to take him to Key West. $50,000. Perhaps this hoodlum you speak of. Perhaps he had fear you would not share with him, eh? Hey, look, I told you what happened. We're in a snorkel, senor LaSalle. Everybody. Well, will you be glad I'm here, Shannon? You and the lady. Will you be glad? What is it you want, senor Arman? A favor, senor. Just release Shannon and Duval. Because I ask you. Because I've got a writ that says you have to. Give it to me. It is in order. You are released. But walk carefully, navana, eh, senor? Senorita. Just like you say. Give my regards to Junior, huh? Let's get out of him. Yeah. I told you, the chief and me, we're just like that. I do favors for him, him for me. And you, for who else? Your benefactor, lovely man. He arranged it all. He's dying to meet you, too. Let's not keep him waiting, huh? He sounds like a doll. Shall we go, Slate? Not you, just me and Buster here. Now, look. I said go home, sailor. You take me to my benefactor, huh, Buster? I don't want to share him with anybody. Yeah? I brought Shannon. Oh, oh, you're the lawyer. Hey, Johnny. Yes, who is it? The lawyer with the guy. Tell the lawyer to go home. You heard him. Come on in, Shannon. Right in here. Here he is, Johnny. Hello, Shannon. Are you staring at me because you recognize me? Hey, I've seen you. Your pictures. You're Johnny Rice. That's right. How many states do you want it in, Johnny? The original 13, seven more besides. You like music, Shannon? Sometimes. Try now. Listen. Pretty. Sure, it's pretty. You're going out to it, Shannon. Only because you know I'm in Havana. Whoever told you I knew that. Marcik. Uh-huh. Kill him. Johnny. I said... Yeah. Listen to me. Now throw him away, Marcik. Back to bold venture. Our stars Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall. And the second act of our story. A man he come to a Shannon's place. Have plenty of money and anonymous face. This man so rich want to live in states. But dying gutter decree his face. The police they come and arrest Mr. Slate. Also Lady Sailor his fair lady of late. Then lawyer he come with rich riches. Lady Sailor come home but Mr. Slate disappears. Now Lady Sailor she beat her limb. Her eyes are sad. Does it show that much, King Moses? Maybe not to somebody else. But to King Moses it shows like it was in neon lights. Funny Slate never sees it. Mr. Slate sees but he does not believe. You are someone he has not known the like of ever before. He do not think himself worthy of you. That'll be the day. The day he underrates himself. Ah I know him longer than you Lady Sailor. Well then maybe you can tell me where he's been all night. Because you know him so well. I cannot in Havana there are many places. One goes because one has a design his heart also. Or what King? Or there is a design someone else's heart to please or to do harm. Slate can take care of himself. Yes but sometimes a man gets hurt taking care of himself. Sometimes. How could he have got hurt? We were in the police station. A lawyer named Harman came in with a writ. Slate went. Get me my coat King. You go someplace Lady Sailor? Yeah to see our lawyer. We got him for free yesterday. Maybe he'll tell me where he took Slate for free. Ah you understand Mr. Varl. It's been so long since a person as lovely as you walked in here. Mostly until you. Dregs. Unfortunate people with burdens. Ah. Mr. Harman where did you take Slate Shannon? Really now. Look Mr. Harman. I could go away and come back. Only then this office would be cluttered with half the police and Havana. Let me explain something to you Mr. Varl. I am a lawyer. I was hired to get you and Mr. Shannon out of jail. I succeeded quite well don't you think? Where did you take Slate? Here I was only half successful. I was supposed to deliver both of you. Where? You must realize I'm not going to say where or to whom or why. And may I make a suggestion? What? Should you bring the police here? I would lie. I would lie and say I dropped Slate Shannon in the middle of downtown Havana. In the street. I would lie and you would become a fool. Beautiful. But nonetheless a fool. Goodbye Mr. Varl. Wake up. Come on wake up Shannon. You're over being hurt. Wake up. Hey I know you. The man told you to kill me. I'm sorry I had to make it look good. How's your shoulder? You had to do that huh? You're wrong Marcek. I'm not over being hurt. Now there was a doctor here. He took the bullet out. Fixed you up at the sling. Here here's some pills. He said you'll live. Did he check with Johnny Rice? Is it okay with Johnny Rice if I live? Johnny thinks you're dead. He wouldn't have it any other way. Oh then you double crossed Johnny. That makes me owe you something. Like my life minus a pound of shoulder. You don't owe me a thing. Don't kid me Marcek. You don't do things like that to Johnny Rice. Not for nothing. You don't cross him. Bring me here and to this hole get me a doctor. Not for nothing. What's your fee? It'll surprise you. You want a bet? Tell me your fee then I'll go home because I've got a home. I work for the treasury. I get it. You don't like to kill with guns. You're gonna kill me with jokes. See my credentials. Look at him go on look at him. You win. Surprises me. It always does. Every time. Yeah I know I saw the movie. We've wanted Johnny Rice a long time. We don't want to lose him in red tape. You're gonna help us get him. Am I? He's gonna make a run for the states tonight. We'll arrest him there. I'll recommend your book. Thanks. You're uh you're Miss Duvall. Can she handle the bold venture? I'll leave her out of it or I don't play. All right. I'll go find somebody else. Hey come back Jack Armstrong. Sailor can handle the boat. Tell her to get it ready. Tell her to be on board about six o'clock. Sometime after dark three men will meet her. Me, Dolly and Johnny Rice. She'll take us to Key West. And you'll take Dolly and Rice all by yourself? You're a bigger hero than appears on the surface Marcek. Don't pout Shannon you're going to. You'll hide below deck with a gun. I'll call out when I need you. Because I need you. See you later Marcek. Yeah. Mr. Slate. Mr. Slate. Hey where's Sailor King? What happened to you Mr. Slate? I'll tell you later where is she? In her room. Melting away from you Mr. Slate. Sailor. Slate, Slate. Where have you been? Why didn't you? And watch it. Your tears are getting my bandage wet. Hey, what's the matter with you Sailor? Your arm. Ah it's my shoulder. Used to have a bullet in it. Oh Slate. Cut it out will ya? Man spends a hard night getting shot. He likes to come home and see a girl with her hair combed and lipstick on. Looking nice. Look in the mirror. I'm sorry. Forget it. We're going to Key West. What are you talking about? Your head. We're going to Key West to send us to get to dark. You'll be on the bold venture. Three men will meet you there. One named Johnny Rice and Marcek and Dolly. I'll be below deck. I'll have a gun. Come aboard. I'm Johnny Rice and your Sailor Deval. You sit over there. No. You're out the wheel of this tub. I'm your right hand man. Right beside you. Let's get moving. We wait for two more men. Marcek and Dolly? That's right. When Marcek paid me for this trip he said you, him and something named Dolly. How much did Marcek pay you for this trip? $300. He did well by it. I'll thank him again when he comes aboard. I'm afraid not. He's dead like your friend Slate. Dead. That's right. I caught Marcek placing a phone call transatlantic to the treasury boys. Can you imagine Marcek doing that? That's why he's dead. What about Dolly? He's packy Marcek to barium wherever he wants to barium. I'll meet Dolly in the States. Then there's going to be only you. And you. Let's go to Key West, Mr. Val. A beautiful night, isn't it? I haven't looked. Uh, do you mind if I get some coffee? Where do you get your coffee? Below on the galley. And who runs the boat while you're doing that? You. Just hold the wheel. Steady as she goes. All right. I've never run a boat before, but go ahead and bring me some too. Hurry back. I'm beginning to miss you already. Slate. Hey, what are you doing here? Where's Marcek? He's dead. They found out who he is and they killed him. You mean you've been up there all alone with Rice and Dolly? No, only Johnny Rice came aboard. He's waiting for some coffee. I'll carry it to him on this gun. Be careful, Slate. Your arm. I don't worry about it. Quick with the coffee, Mr. Val. No coffee, Johnny. We're all out. Huh? Well, what do you know? Marcek didn't kill you. I should have figured that. You enjoy handling a boat, Johnny? Yeah. I'm happy like this. Shoulders bleeding, huh? Drop the gun. Drop it. Thanks, Shannon. Now I'm going to have to spend the voyage with a gun in my hand. Huh, Shannon? Did you hear what I told your boyfriend, Mr. Val? Slate. Slate, you're hurt. I'll take the hurt away from him in a little while. Get on this wheel. I'm sorry, sailor. I lost... Come on, get on the wheel. You know something? I forgot how to run a boat. If I took the wheel, this boat would go around in circles till we ran out of gas. I can blink an eyelash, Mr. Val, then shoot your dad. Slate can run the boat. That's a big coincidence. I forgot, too. What's on your mind, Slate? Pull my gun overboard and I'll see you get ashore. Where I want to go? Key West. You got my word for it. All right. That was my gun, Johnny. Now yours. Now I'll take the wheel. How much water, sailor? About seven feet. It won't be long now. I can see the lights on the coast. Take another sounding, sailor. Four. Better cut the motors. Now two. All right, Johnny, jump. Jump. That's right. I can't take the boat on the beach. You'll have to walk from here. Go ahead, jump. All right. Go along, Johnny. I'll find you, Slate. I'll find you now. Hey. What's the matter, Johnny? This beach. This water on the other side of it. Where am I? Go along, Johnny. How did I do, sailor? I don't know what you did. I told him I'd put him ashore on my part of the bargain. That sandbar is a mile from Key West, but it's part of Key West. The tide'll be in a half hour. He'll drown. Get on the ship to shore, phone sailor. Get the coast guard. Give him Johnny's position. If they hurry, they'll get him alive. I'm my nurse. Take it easy, Slate. I'm not a nurse. This is sailor. Water. Water. So help me, Slate. If I thought you had a fever. The room is spinning. Everything's going black. I've got no pulse. I'll go get you one. Oh, thanks, nurse. I'll be right back, baby. It's time for your 10 o'clock feeding. Why are you nurses always talking shop? Come here. Let go of me. Come here. Boy, you really have got a fever. 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 adventure.