Adventure, intrigue, mystery, romance starring Humphrey Bogard and Lauren Bacall, together in the paltry setting of tropical Havana and the mysterious islands of the Caribbean. Go, adventure! Once again, the magic games of Humphrey Bogard and Lauren Bacall bring you Bold Adventure and a tale of mystery and intrigue. Well I don't think it's a lot to ask you to do, Shannon. Answer me a question, friend. How do you know what's a lot for me to do? Well, if you ask me. No one asks you. Personally, I'd like to go to Bata Bano. I just want to go on record in case someone asks me how I feel about going to Bata Bano. This morning I woke up, stretched, said to myself, oh, to be in Bata Bano, now that the dew is on the pineapples. You like this town, Mr. Vowell. 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, if all you want me to do is take that cabin cruiser back to its owner in Bata Bano, 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. Just 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 Bata Bano, deliver it to Emilio Lopez who'll be waiting for you when you dock. 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 Bata Bano. Oh, the education you get nowadays, Chris, and Salvo. Why throw under your hat your money in a penny arcade, Marty? For nothing, you can look at me. Oh, hi, Alice. You should see this. La delicace del sultana, the sultan's delight. Very comical. High-type baggy pants comedy. Here's a dime, go laugh yourself sick. Hey, dream girl, don't be like that. Ask me to meet you here at the penny arcade. A fellow's got to 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 you to see me wound round in smoke. Ah, live for a dream girl. Because you're different. Husband Jimmy dies. Also friend Amelia Ropez. Oh, our path will be strewn with flowers for the dead. You know what, I'm happy about the whole thing. They'll raise a finger and they'll dance for us, if I'm honest. 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. On 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. Cargo of silk, peeled from a bottle-bottle warehouse, loaded onto Amelia'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. 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 wreaths for Jimmy. Go to Bada Bono to give my condolences to Amelia'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 a nice cabin cruiser the man's got here, Sela. Why don't you go below and put something on the galley stove, liable to be a chilly night. Sure. Hey, Slate, come here. Now what's the trouble? The door to the galley's locked. See? Won't open. Well, then you'll have to stand real close to me in the deckhouse, Sela. You'll have to... You want something, mister? You two don't know how lucky you are. You read head bumps from a distance buster? Just about. Says you don't have to go to Bada Bono tonight. You're quite a bummer. 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 Bada Bono 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... Fela, didn't he say something about tossing somebody? I heard him. Shall we? Yeah, have an arm and a leg, Sela. You're so good to me. Now, let's go to Bada Bono. Hi. Hello. Buenos dias, Chiquita. Very high. You're just the answer to Bada Bono's prayers, aren't you, Slate Boy? You heave into port and the girl population does nip up. Bang each other over the head with fish. Well, unlike you, Sela, I left many fond memories in Bada Bono. I'm all over there. You enjoy your time with my boss, that's why you're a Slate, Chiquita. Yeah, if you're a mini-old abyss, come on and take it away from us. We've had it. And now to get it back. Let's go. Here, I'll give you a hand. Gracias. You are a courteous messenger, boy. You deliver my boat, you hold my hand. Gracias. Pretty and fresh is the minute I got her, Lopez. Take a look around, if you want. Who needs? When you stand before my eyes, eat delicious equipment you brought with you. He means me, Slate. See, give me half a chance at Bada Bono and I can make a name for myself, too. Can you give it a whirl, Emilio? Ay, I am already dizzy in the head from your deliciata. A delicious one. Ay, but first the affairs 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 hanged 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 your deliciata. I get it. Oh, Emilio, I'm supposed to give you this envelope. I know. I see myself waiting for it. First I unlock the lock, swing wide the door, and... Ay, this gun! Slate, what happened to him? Dead, sailor. Shot dead. And with this gun, see? Rigged up as a booby trap. When the door opened, this tricky string set up pulled the trigger. It killed 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. Jill's name on a slip of paper. Hello, Wiley. Well, how do you like Badabano now, sailor? The dew on the pineapples just turned to tears. Well, cut it out, sailor. What's the matter with you? All I'm doing is trimming my cuticles. Oh, cut it out. That'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 train? Eat apples? No, stop hitting around, sailor. This apple's for on the train. Just sit still and stop making yourself obvious. The whole police force at Badabano probably knows by this time that we're the two from that cabin cruiser. I doubt it. People who wave to me are my friends. If a cop mentions 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 matter? Here, take a bite of apple. Buy you a magazine, Mrs. Drew? What? Oh, Mr. Shannon. Am I glad to see you. I've been looking all over for you. What are you doing here? Look, there's papers all over. What happened to Emilio? I came here to find you. They asked you about it. The papers were vague. Who rigged that booby trap in the galley? 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 Bada Bano 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? I 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. Can I have another bite of the apple now, Slade? We're almost inside the vanadiefa. Uh, you sent the one 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 him? I'm just checking things off in my mind. Fair enough. Hey, what happened? You can pick me up off the floor now, Slade. I need to get my lab. Oh, come on. We must have hit something. Slade, what is it? Why are all the people running? Oh, don't look. Just don't look. Oh, the man, Slade. The train. Yeah, the man who was once Jimmy Drew. Take me home, Slade, quick. Next time we'll etch our telegrams in black. What is it about our sailor that always makes us eyewitnesses to people's dying? Now back to Bo-Venture. Our star, Humphrey Bogart, has learned the call and the second act of our story. Lady sailor, she wakes with the morning light, make a wish on a yarn to go see a sight. Come on, and he wives to just back to Habano. For a hundred thirty-seven fifty who can sail. They deliver a boat at the barking race to one who opened door where death upon him waits. Then by choo-choo to Habano, the train she dives because a man's filly life on railroad ties. 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. A fisherman named Emilio Lopez and a husband called Jimmy Drew. Now that you're friends, how will you weep? I am sorry, Mr. Slade. Lady sailor. Ella Wiley. How does a girl cause the violent death of two men? Her name is Ella one two, hello for the village idiot. Tom played them off with a brass band. Schoolgirl chum, huh? They get the same one? Yes, my daughter. Ella's a big wheel back home now. Here from irregularly. Runs a shelter for homeless cats. Why don't you sailor? 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 Habano winds two murders around our neck. Murder? It makes you think Drew was murdered. Don't you? Sure you do. So do I. See how you rub off on me, Slade? That's why I don't go home. Alice. Is that you, Marty? Yeah, open up. Holding you like this makes glows all over. Welcome back to it. Right now there's not a lot of time. Should have seen the look on his face, Alice. I pushed him off that platform. When it was falling you couldn't tell whether his face meant fright or ecstasy. I've seen it. 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 Habano tonight to get it out of... Tonight's six hours from now. Want to try the shoulder? I'm nervous, Marty. Come on, try it. I like it. It settles the nerve. Want a room, mister? Well, you couldn't have come to a neater, cleaner, gloomy place than this. Signorita, I... No extra charge for the gloom, mister. Every room with a gloom. Ah, nothing. Signorita, please, I'm about to... Look, sailor, just place your left hand on your... Signor, por favor, it is important... Finish, buster. Thanks. Place your left hand on your heart, sailor. Bow from the waist. Pick your heels. Hand the man the register and tell him it's 350 a day. If he winches, let him have it for three. What must a man do to get in a word sideways? That brings the rights back up to three-thirty. Ah, twelve years I've been on the police force of Bad Habano. 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 crazed silk from a Bad Habano warehouse, to which we point tourists with pride. Also is a favorite song Lopez the Fisherman, murdered with threads of stolen silk on his boat. Sir, complain. Talk to me about your complaint. I've been having these funny aches in my legs lately, doctor. You think... Come from running away from things of crime. I get them running for the same thing. Ah, right here in the cows of the land. Now I hate to break up smooching about our operations, buster, but who told you it was us? Oh, it was a very jolly inquisition. Only Bad Habano girls who it took me hours to wheel out of them your names, senor John. He he he he. I giggled it out of them. And now you've come to giggle us into an arrest, huh, giggler? Only to observe you until you prove yourself guilty, senorita. He he he. As long as all the expenses are paid in Havana... Well, sorry to break it up, pal. We're going back to Bad Habano. Eh, I'd never have keeps on a case. Go to Bad Habano. I follow legally. But take care, senor. There is a side of me that does not giggle. I thought you knew everyone in Bad Habano, say. Well, that was last year. This year I got you. Can I have a bit of a girl named Ella Wiley sneaks into the city without letting me know? What are we going to do now? Oh, don't 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 boat he sailed on, Slate, the Nina, the Penta, or the Santa Maria. Buenas dias, senor. Buenas dias. You know this waterfront pretty well? It is my wife and my mother and my sweethearts. That's a cozy group. Ever heard of a girl who... At my age I have heard every day. Well, let me finish, will you? Ever hear of Ella Wiley? Last week she was called out as straight, senor. That's the custom in Bad Habano? That is the custom with boats that when be underneath is stuck to with barnacles. Well, 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? Four teaching. One such as that one over there and the rest. And where would I find the Ella Wiley? Far, down that way, almost to the end. What interests do you have of these boats, senor? Well, I want to look it over, maybe buy it. Like the other senor, see? Huh? What other senor? Two nights ago a man was aboard her. For what reason, I ask 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 racy. Just tell us what man you saw. I confess it, senorita. I did not notice. Merely a man. Well, that is probably Jimmy Drew, loading silk. Entertain your boyfriend, sailor. I'm going for a walk. More than I just run along beside you, huh? Well, look at him, sailor. His beard's curving already. You can't leave him like that. See you later. What took you so long, slave? It took ten minutes to cut a ship's mooring line, set her adrift on a lonesome sea. Or a cop-out for a moonlight dip might find her, that is, if he's kept in condition. The yellow wiley. You've got a head with a nose on your shoulders, 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 pooped. Poor boy. Hold it, sailor, right here. You going to pay words on the piling? On that fishing boat over there, the Lila V. Like her? Picked her out of the crowd. A few clever strokes with this tired paintbrush, and the Lila V becomes the yellow wiley. 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 V's into Wobble-us, slave. Sure. And in no time at all will that Lila Wiley, a girl who never left home... Cold, slave. Why don't we go below and wait for them? What a bird brain you are. If they got us in a hold of this fishing boat, we'd never get out of there alive. That means we're going to get off this deck alive, huh? Sailor, you can get out of it if you want to. Just walk away, I'll meet you back in Havana. And Drill complains of the cold, and right away a sailor tells her to go walk. Don't 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? You're crazy. Go ahead, take the sock off. Hey, we're getting guests' place. What do we do now? They have all of them. Oh. Hello, Mrs. Drill. Well, if it isn't the lad we dropped off a boat. Welcome, folks, to the good ship, Ella Wiley. Have a good time. What do you know, Alice? A ship full of heifed and silken two monkeys to guard it for us. How did you two get here? Usual way, down the street, on the dock, onto the ship. Is there any other way? So you found out about the ship, too, huh? Sure. Jimmy Drill heifed it a load of silk and stashed it on the Ella Wiley, then ran back to Havana. It's a pity about you, Shannon, knowing so much. Oh, stick with me, kid. I know more. That's like a whizzing with the things he knows. Sometimes it frightens me. I tell you, it just frightens me. Try getting scared about this. Your gun doesn't make any difference. What do you have in my place? I'm a guy who just happens to know the lady's husband scooted back to Havana and 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 Bata-Bano. Then all this wouldn't be happening to you. Wait a minute, Alice. The boy's got something on 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, huh, 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 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 gotta run away with this boat. Yeah. That's right. You could have. Let me go look at that silk. Cover him with your gun, Alice. I'm going down into the hole. All right. Alice! Where is it, Marty? There's no silk! There's no silk! Out of the way, Alice! Open the door! Open it! I'm gonna kill you, Shannon. I'm gonna shoot you and not you. Oh, Marty! Hand me a gun, Sailor. Yeah, thanks. Should I say? In a second. Marty! Marty, you shot Alice. You hear me, Marty? You shot her. I've got a gun. Sailor's gonna open the door. Throw your gun out first and come out with your hands up. Okay, sir. Sailor, hit the deck. Slade! Slade, are you all right? Warm enough for you now, Sailor? Well, just tell me if you're all right. How am I supposed to be? I just shot a man. You 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. My. Huh? What did you say? I said, my. It's a pretty night, isn't it? The paper said it was gonna rain. It's not a cloud in the sky. The paper said it was gonna rain. What do they know? What do you know? I'll show you. My. Look at that moon, Slade. You're crazy, Sailor. It's pouring down rain. My. My. Sailor, come back to me. Get hold of yourself. It's thundering lightning. Happened to you too, huh? My. My. 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 Bold Adventure. Music. Music.
