 Mystery, romance, starring, together in the sultry setting of Tropical Havana, and the mysterious islands of the Caribbean, teams of Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall, full of mystery and intrigue. Consider when you've got to sleep, is the bed, and you wake up in the morning, breakfast in Havana, with cereal do they serve a fresh banana. I offer thee suggestions so that you will know that if you're ever in Havana, the place to go is a hotel known as Shannon's Place, nice bed for your body, good food for your face. That's a philosophy that should be spread around, King. True, Lady Sailor, but in Shannon's Place tonight there are not many philosophers. You turn on the neon side outside, King. Yes, Mr. Slate. Are you happy now, Sailor? You convinced me to put up a neon sign out front, you said customers would flock to the place. How do you like that? A new neon sign with the biggest arrow in Havana. King, go out and make sure that arrow is pointed in the right direction. You'd better do it, King. We're too close to the harbor to take chances. There'd be a lot of wet tourists if... Here comes a dry one. Yeah, looks warm too. Hello. I'm looking for Mr. Shannon. I'm Mr. Val. I handle his business. Is there something I can do for you? Oh. I'm Slate Shannon, Miss... Mrs. Ramsey, I've heard you have a boat. That's right, the Boal Venture. And I've heard it's for hire. With me in it. I'm Cabin Boy. I'll give you $200 to take us to Zapata Swamps. My husband owns a tobacco plantation there. There'll be my husband, me, and Dr. Barton. Sounds all right, doesn't it, Sailor? I don't know. Mrs. Ramsey looks like she hasn't finished talking yet. There's only one thing more to say. My husband always wished to be buried on a hammock in Zapata. See? I told you it'll listen, Slate. My husband's in a coffin. My husband's dead. Yes. What are you doing in our room, Slate? Asked me to play cribbage with him. I did. His favorite game. A game for the old. Where is he? A sleep in the next room. It was too much for him, the game, being without you. He tires easily these days, doesn't he, Alice? The wife's observation, not a doctor's. You always refresh my reasons for adoring you. Thank you, Lynn. The way you keep calling me doctor when you know I was branded for malpractice. The way you let me pretend to the natives at the plantation. The times you've let me put my hand on your lips. Thank you, Lynn, for saying it so gently. Well, it's all arranged, Mr. Shannon agreed. I made a condition, though. What was it? That my husband would be dead. There's a knife in the desk drawer, Lynn. Will you get it for me, please? Anything you ask. Here, Alice. Thank you. He died quietly. You're a doctor, Lynn. Take care of the details. I don't want to keep Mr. Shannon waiting. How much farther does the part of Mr. Shannon? That's the alpine right off the starboard bow. About an hour more. Is Mr. Val able to handle this boat, too? She'd rather sit on the forward deck and talk to Dr. Barton now, Mr. Shannon. Do I bother you talking to you like this while you're steering? No, go ahead. Talk. The thing that bothers me is that all this time you haven't said what I wanted you to. I don't understand. It suddenly occurs to me that you're a widow. Yes. And you don't grieve. My husband was an old man. I'm sure he's been given his share of tears sometimes during his life. Was he ill for very long before he died? He died suddenly. I put a knife in his heart. Yes, that'll do it to an old man every time. We're going back to a van, Mrs. Ramsey. Oh, no. The reason for not going is in the back of your head. It's only a small gun. Well, as long as it's a little one. Cut your engines, Mr. Shannon. Do it. Thank you. Please, after me. I'm turning off your engines, sir. The customer's always right. Look over my shoulder, sailor, and see what you can see. Don't bother, my dear. Mrs. Ramsey is holding a gun at the back of his head. Are you ready, Lynn? Yes. Help him, Mr. Shannon, with the coffin. It's heavy, so it will sink. You can lift an end of it. Now, carry it over to the side. You're a sea captain, Mr. Shannon. Would you like to say a few words? I'm sorry for him. And so are we all. Now give him to the sea. Take us to Zapata, Mr. Shannon. I can make your life on my plantation very pleasant, Mr. Shannon, Mr. Val. You'll see. What more could we ask for, Slate? A home in a swamp, jungle drums for dinner music, a hostess with her husband in the deep blue sea? What more? We're living, baby. For as long as you wish it. Oh, you already picked out a couple of hummocks for us? Make mine with camellias. What's a hummock? A mound of dried earth and Zapata swamp, we bury our dead in them. As long as Sailor and I behave ourselves no funeral parties, now, Alice? Exactly. You'd make no attempt to tear yourselves away from me, no attempt to communicate with a vanmer. Nothing gained, nothing ventured, I always say. What? Well, don't let it throw you, Mr. Ramsey. Sailor learned that making daisy chains at Vassar. Please understand me, you two. I murdered my husband because I like it without him. I won't have it spoiled. Don't try to escape from me, because all it will bring you is an ugly dying. I like it the way Sailor said. How'd that go again, Sailor? Nothing gained, nothing ventured. There's more to it, but I forget. Senora Ramsey. What are you doing here, Fuego? Get back to your quarters. The drums of my people, they have not made you wonder. Senora, where is Senora Ramsey? How did you know? How could you know a thing like that? To us, the natives, to us, the workmen, such things come under black wings of a bird in the sound of sand washed by the sea. Our master is dead, Senora, because he was old, because you had hate for him. No, she killed him, that one standing there. Hey, what is this? She killed him, put a knife in him, out of jealousy, out of rage. Believe it, Fuego, believe it. Calm yourself, Senora Ramsey. She's crazy, Fuego. She's trying to. You too must bring calm to yourself, Senorita. Or if you have killed our master, you are forever the child of Zapata Swamps. You think you can get away now, you two try, try. You know what else they taught me in girl's school, Slate? They told me the shortest distance between two points was a straight line. They were joshing me, huh? No, Sailor, that's on the level. The shortest distance between the house and the boat was a straight line down the pier. Why didn't we take it? Remember Fuego, the bitternative? Made a lasting impression. I got a feeling he and his boys would have spotted us walking hand in hand down a movement at pier. There's a footbridge over the swamps. We cross it, cut back along the coast of the pier, get the boat. You dribbled a crystal ball, and that's what you came up with, huh? The doctor told me about it. Laughed when he told me. I wonder why. He's a chuckle, that one. Wait. Ah, there's the bridge, Sailor. It's through the clearing, just like he told me. Now you know why he laughed. Yeah. A misstep, Sailor, and we land in the swamp. That stuff pulls you in up to your shoulders, closes your mouth. No swamps going to do that to me after you, kid. Yeah. Why do you always pick on me to be brave, Sailor? It sways, doesn't it? I said it sways. Well, don't talk. You might say a heavy word. You can talk now, Sailor. We made it. You and your footbridge. What kind of talk is that? Something in my shoulders, Slade. It stings. It even hurts. What? Let me have a look. A dart, a native dart. I'm going to pull it out. Pull on to something. You'll do. Oh. Colorful, isn't it? Colorful feathers. Colorful. Hey, that color is me. Come on. We're going back to the house. You crazy? I'm all right. Just a pinprick, that's all. I may just have a way with pinpricks. I'll carry you back. Take the office, Sailor. If you don't, you may never hear it again. You did exactly right by bringing her back here, Mr. Shannon. How do you feel, Sailor? I'm all right. It's only a scratch. We should have cleared out while we had a chance. You know, you might die from that scratch, Mr. Val. Slade, do something about her, will you? You sure you feel all right? Sure, I'm sure. I've had worse jabs than this from a sewing machine. She's just trying to frighten us with all this. I'll get it. For the Lady Stranger, give it to her. Has native come to apologize? He brought this for Mr. Val. It's just what I need to cuddle up with, a ragdoll. Let me see it. Throw it away, Mrs. Ramsey. Slade, why? Because the ragdoll looks like you, because there's a pin stuck through it. So what? Maybe it was made by a forgetful seamstress. Who do, Sailor? A doll like that means, and I'll forget it. It means death. Our stars, Humphrey Bogart and Lauren McCall and the second act of our story. Look, Doctor, just paste a bandage on me and go away. Slade will take care of you, Bill. Alice will take care of it. He's a chocolate slate, I told you. I don't worry about it. Don't worry about a thing. Excellent advice, Mr. Shannon. I couldn't have given better myself. Then you mean Sailor's going to be all right? Did I say that? What are you building for yourself, Doc? You think I'll make good copy for the medical journals? What's to laugh? They might name a disease after me. I was only laughing, Mr. Val, because in your medical circles, my diagnosis would be worth it. I snubbed you, huh? Pointed fingers at you. Deeper than that, Mr. Shannon, they ousted me from malpractice. You still want my opinion? Tell him no, Slade. Doctor, the cat even endorses a cigarette. Tell him no. He's all we've got, Sailor. The dart that was thrown into the lovely shoulder of Mr. Val was immersed in a native poison, brewed by the natives, held close by the natives, almost sacred to them. Gee, I'm flattered. Sacred poison's just for me. You'll grow weaker by stages, Mr. Val, the drowsiness you feel now, the first symptom. After that, a lassitude, a lethargy. No, it won't happen that way. You'll see to it, huh, Barton? It's out of my hands. It's a native poison, and the antidote is a native one, too. You can get it. And die from my trouble? No, that's reserved for Mr. Val, for killing Alice's husband, the master Ramsey, remember? Get out. Your death, doll, Mr. Val, hug it close to you. It may bring you comfort. Do it so gently, Slade, the damn cloth on your lady's brow. Quiet. She's asleep. So gently. I envy her. I told you she's asleep. Keep quiet. Good. The things I need to say to you should be whispered. Whisper them to me outside. Anywhere you want. I can hear Sailor if she calls out to me. She's dying, Slade. Before long, she won't even be able to shape your name on her lips. Off the dime, Alice. What's so important, indeed, whispering to me? Look through this window, the plantation. From that cliff there to the east, it stretches out below you like a kingdom, an empire. Here's your goose bumps, don't you? Go there, Slade. Look at it. Let it lie at your feet, because it's yours. You're gaining on me, Alice. What good is a dead girl to you, Slade? I think she could make a nice memory. I could wipe the memory out of your eyes, off your mouth. Yeah. Yeah, you could. How do I get to that cliff? Len will take you there, on horseback. I kiss to seal the bargain, Slade. Now, don't rush me, kid. Let me look over the farm first, huh? Do you like it, Mr. Shannon? Look down and consider it. Yeah. Quite a plantation. But it really doesn't impress you, does it? Watch to impress. Up here, all I can see is swamp and tobacco plants. What does a man do here? Take a hot bath in the swamp and roll himself a cigarette and a grocery bag? Don't shake a finger at it. You might inherit it. Did you slip that long, thin air of yours under the door, Barton? Alice is susceptible to you. What about you? It's a shame about me. I love Alice. Let's dismount, Mr. Shannon. There's something I want to show you. All right. Oh, there, whoa, boy. Oh, what do you want to show me? Mr. Shannon. It's on your mind, Doc. I love Alice. You excite her. Yeah, I learned by mail. What do you want to show me, Doc? Yes, down there. See, to the left, those unpainted huts. The natives live there. All I see is swamp. There, behind that small rise. Yeah, Mr. Shannon. You're out of your mind. I love her. I love her. Take it easy. I'll kill you. You've got to die. You are. Sure you love her, Doc. But you didn't have to die for her. Oh, Mr. Val. What? You look drowsy. You should be lying down. What do you want here? Don't exert yourself. Can I do something for you? Yes. Yes, you can. That water pitcher there on the table. Why don't you get it? Don't you have strength enough? You're kidding. See? It's just that I'm not used to drinking water from a glass. You're going to die, Mr. Val. I'm sorry for you. This place is a paradise, but there'll only be Slate Shannon to enjoy it. Slapin' giving you the business, dearie? Has he? Slate? Yes. Go on, Mr. Val. Slate, he'll take care of it. Madder, don't you like to talk to a man in a horse? A man not in a horse. The only reason I wrote down here was for what reason? I've been looking for you, Fuego. For what reason? To save a girl's life. Soon she will belong to death. You can help her. And why? She had nothing to do with killing Ramsey. It was his wife and that doctor. The doctor? There's no use asking him. He's dead. It was seen. That of you and the doctor. They're trying to make you understand. The master Ramsey was good. Look, you've got to believe me. Sailor had nothing to do with Ramsey's dying. Chonga, Rika. Hey, what is this? They caught your boys off. You could die now. And the swamp would never return you. Now you will go with us. What's going with Mr. Shannon? In there. I got the idea. What happened to you, Slate? Your workman worked me over. Let me hold you, Slate. I told you not to try to leave. Get away from me. All right. Where's Lynn? Dead. Natives? Me. Slipped out of my hands. That's good for us. It makes it all so simple. Lynn was going to be a problem now. Lynn isn't anything. You're hurt, Slate. I can take care of your hurt. Just sit over there and relax. You'll see how well I can take care of you. You'll see. I heard voices. I came in here to see if they were mine. Sailor. Sailor. Your face is burning up. Slate? You're Slate? Sure. Sure, it's Slate. Are you going to be all right? You should be lying down. I'll carry you to the couch. Don't go away from me, Slate. Why would I want to do that? Shut up. Don't go away from me, Slate. Don't you know that girl is dying? Shut up. Oh, this is the first time you've touched me, Slate. And I like it. I like it. Don't you know what's happening to us? Please, Slate, don't take your hands away. Those natives. We're prisoners here. What did you tell them? I told them you killed your husband. They didn't believe you. Look what they've done to you and to her. And to you. You can't get out of here, either. You're crazy. I can go out there. Go ahead. All right? You see, Slate? What's wrong, Alice? You're afraid of knives, tors stature? It's a native game, mumbly peg. But they think she killed my husband. Maybe I changed their mind. So fool, you could have had it all. You could have had me, this place, everything. I'm choosy, so kill me. They'll do it. Here, Alice. Here's what came through the windows. A stuffed doll. Your face, your clothes, with a pin in its heart. I'll get a gun. Gee, where's the, he hid it. He kept it from me. I'll kill them, all of them. Out of my way, Slater. I'll kill you where you stand. Be with Sailor. This we know. That is why I have come to cure this. So that you may go away from here to get it. You're doing out here on the patio. You know you should still be in bed. I can't stay in bed. I feel too good. Being home did that to you, huh? You're taking care of me, did that. What's that you got, Sailor? A doll. Look at it. Looks like me. Oh, cuter. I did over a few features. Where'd you get it? Made it out of some hay, an old coconut shell, and a burlap bag. What's this sticking in its heart? A safety pin. For what? To keep you safe. Come here, Slate. Hmm, fellow would never know you'd been sick. Welcome home, Sailor. 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.