BOLD VENTURE 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 BOLD VENTURE Once again, the magic names of Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall bring you BOLD VENTURE and a tale of mystery and intrigue BOLD VENTURE The thing to consider when you've got to sleep is the bed not narrow, is the pillow deep and you wake up in the morning, breakfast in Havana, with cereal do they serve, a fresh banana I offer these 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 sign 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, way 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. Vow, 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 Bold 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 to listen, Slate My husband's in a coffin, my husband's dead Is that you, Alice? Yes What are you doing in our rooms, Len? Your husband invited me, he got lonely waiting for you Asked me to play cribbage with him, I did His favorite game, a game for the old, where is he? Asleep in the next room, it was too much for him, the game, being without you He tires easily these days, doesn't he, Alice? That's a wife's observation, not a doctor's You always refresh my reasons for adoring you Thank you, Len 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, Len, 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, Len, will you get it for me, please? Anything you ask Here, Alice Thank you He died quietly You're a doctor, Len, take care of the details I don't want to keep Mr. Shannon waiting How much farther to Zapata, Mr. Shannon? That's the Isle of Pines right off the starboard bow, about an hour more Is Mr. Vowell able to handle this boat, too? Uh-huh 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 Well, 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 Havana, 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 What's the big idea turning off your engines today? 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, Lin? 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. Vail You'll see What more could we ask for, Slate? A moment of 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 in Zapata's swamp We bury our dead in them As long as sailor and I behave ourselves, no funeral parties, huh, Alice? Exactly You'd make no attempt to tear yourselves away from me No attempt to communicate with Havana Nothing gained, nothing ventured, I always say What? Well, don't let it throw you, Mrs. 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's 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 on the 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 For 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 girls' school, Slate? They told me the shortest distance between two points was a straight line They were joshing me, huh? No, senora, 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 bitter native? Made a lasting impression I got a feeling he and his boys would have spotted us walking hand in hand down a moonlit pier There's a footbridge over the swamps We cross it, cut back along the coast to the pier, get the boat You dribbled a crystal ball and that's what you came up with, huh? Well, the doctor told me about it, laughed when he told me I wonder why Oh, he's a chuckler, that one Wait There's the bridge, sailor, through the clearing, just like he told me Now you know why he laughed Yeah, I missed stuff, sailor, and we land in the swamp That stuff pulls you in, up to your shoulders, closes your mouth No swamp's 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 Hey, you can talk now, sailor, we made it You and your footbridge, ooh What kind of talk is that? Something in my shoulder, Slade, it stings, it even hurts What? Let me have a look A dart, a native dart I'm going to pull it out, hold 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 Natives have a way with pinpricks I'll carry you back, take the offer, 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, Miss Duval 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 the native come to apologize? He brought this for Mr. Val It's just what I need to cuddle up with, a rag doll Let me see it Throw it away, Mrs. Ramsey Slade, why? Because the rag doll looks like you Because there's a pin stuck through it So what? Maybe it was made by a forgetful seamstress Voodoo, sailor A doll like that means, forget it It means, dead Now, back to Bold Venture 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 your bill Alice will take care of mine He's a checkler, Slade, I told you 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 They snubbed you, huh? Pointed fingers at you Deeper than that, Mr. Shannon They ousted me for malpractice You still want my opinion? Tell him no, Slade The doctor can't even endorse 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 for my trouble? No That's reserved for Miss Duval For killing Alice's husband, the Master Ramsey, remember? Get out Your death doll, Miss Duval Hug it close to you It may bring you comfort You do it so gently, Slade The damp 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 Right here in the hall, where 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 to each whispering to me? Look through this window, the plantation From that cliff there to the east, it stretches out below you like... Like a kingdom, an empire Gives you goosebumps, huh, kid? 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? 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'll kiss to seal the bargain, Slade Now, don't rush me, kid Let me look over the farm first, huh? How do you like it, Mr. Shannon? Look down and consider it Yeah, quite a plantation But it really doesn't impress you, does it? What's 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 in a grocery bag? Don't shake a finger at it, you might inherit it Did you slip that long thin ear 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, boy What do you want to show me? Mr. Shannon It's on your mind, Doc I love Alice, you excite her 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 There, 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 will Sure you love her, Doc, but you didn't have to die for her You should be lying down, Mr. Vail 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. Vail I'm sorry for you This place is a paradise, but there'll only be Slate Shannon to enjoy it Slate been giving you the business, dearie? Has he? Slate? Yes Go on, Mr. Vail Slate, he'll take care Hello You there You with the drum What's the matter? Don't you like to talk to a man on a horse? All right How about now? To a man not on a horse? Now look, 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 I'm 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 Changa, Rica Hey, what is this? They call you boys off You could die now And the swamp would never return you Now, you will go with us Fuego, what are you doing with Mr. Shannon? In there, stay Okay, okay Fuego, 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 Alright, 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 You're going to be alright, you should be lying down Here, 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 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 Alright You see, Slate? What's wrong, Alice? You're afraid of knives, torched at you? It's a native game, mumbly peg But they think she killed my husband Maybe I changed their minds You 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 window Hon A stuffed doll Your face, your clothes With a pin in its heart I'll get a gun Gun rack The key, where's the key? I need the key He hid it He kept it from me Let me think I've got to think I know, I remember I know where it is Here I'll kill them, all of them Out of my way, Slater, I'll kill you where you stand You'll die You'll die I'll kill you like I killed him No No Not the knife Right through the heart Slate, Shannon Whatever you're going to do to me, Fuego I want to be with Sailor This we know That is why I have come to cure her To give her this So that you may go away from here together Slate Sailor Sailor, what are you 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 Hmm, 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 his 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 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 Bold Adventure
