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 Ah, sailor, now there's a sight that warms the cockled little man's heart. I tell you, just sitting here on the beach and watching a girl like that, cabot, 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? Ah, you know, I think that girl likes me, sailor. You mean her, Alice Markle? You think that's why she's turning cartwheels? Don't knock 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, chief. Hey, your Alice Markle just took a nosedive. 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? Help me. Sure, give me a hand with this, sailor. All right. Hey, something really is wrong. My father. Take me to my father. Sailor. Hold it a minute, sailor. Now you can put her down now. Gently. You got any glib words now, kid? This girl is dead. I think it is a bullseye, senor. I know it is. My eyes closed. You enjoy the refinements that our hotel senior had, eh? The exquisite service, the soft beds, the private pistol range. It's shoddy as dull. I've been waiting for you, loon clerk. You kept me waiting. I sat down to tea with a girl, poisoned her. 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'm not ashamed to confess the dead girl was too clever for me. Twenty years I've waited for it. Raked the graves of the world for it. Put classified ass in the papers of the world. Then she branked it to me. You let it slip away. A tapper to the posados. Tapper? Tapper? I have seen such tappers under the glass in our museum. It is a nightgown without sleeves, like a crumbling shot. For this you kill? I kill. Take a lesson from an old antique dealer. It was our old brothers who wore tappers 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. I'll find it, Woundler. I'll find it. I'll... You are an interesting man, senior. You desire this tapper as other men desire... A very interesting man. Slade, 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 leave the hand that's left over, Mr. Slade. I want to shake it. What goes on here? A simple matter, Mr. Slade. Inspector LaSalle came and went, asked you questions and you gave him answers. Nobody got mad at nobody. That is why we're shaking. And 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... 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, registers at my hotel and drops 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, Miss Sailor. 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? You could start on Paseo 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. 126 Paseo Lorca. This is a page from the register. You didn't show it to Inspector LaSalle. So you wasted a handshake on me. Want it back, sailor? Or do you want to come along? The girl writes her home address in the 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 slave? Let's ask the sleeping man, shall we? Hey, Chico, wake up. Hey, wake up. I wasn't sleeping, tourist. Little eccentricity of mine. I pretend to sleep, peek through my hat as the customers walk in, listen to what they have to say. If 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, hat man? Glory be, never. You just won yourself a free hat, girly. And for your gent? For her gent, weave 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? Did? Alice did? Did? She registered at my hotel, gave this as her home address. Why? I only tell you, gent, because you seem to have cared for her. For three days, the extra room upstairs was her home. You're her 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 15 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 sanitarium. 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 Pizarro 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. I have the both. Lucky you. Take this one to Robert Hart at the Hotel Pina del Rio. Ask him if he wants to buy the pair. You want. Tell him Jeffrey the Hatweaver has them both, to come to me for the other one. A question, Hatweaver. Why should we do that with this, this, whatchamacallem? Because it was a dead girl's wish. You need more reason than that, Slade Shannon. Look at you, Slade. You're known. The keeper of dead girls' wishes, they call you. You'll live up to it, Mr. Shannon? Yeah, wrap it up. How am I going to look carrying a loose cabard into a hotel? ["The Star-Spangled Banner"] Thank you, thank you, thank you. Cut it out, Hanbone. 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 deskbell, please. ["The Star-Spangled Banner"] I'm looking for a man named Robert Hart. Si. It is who looking for you? Me and him. Which is understood. And why? This I must ask because then your heart has left instructions not to disturb. Tell him it's about a... It's about a what, sailor? A tabard. A Pizarro tabard. There I said it, that sounds just the way I thought it would. I see. It's in your heart 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. The lady, I'm sorry, is not permitted. Oh, come off it, old boy. I've seen men bounce handballs before. Take a care back to Shannon's place, sailor. What? Sure, I'll get rid of this... This what? Tabard. Yeah, this tabard. A couple of games of handball will rub down. I could use the exercise. Exercise? For your funeral sake, see you back at Shannon's place. Send your heart! And tear yourself away from it! You have an admirer! Don't call me names, kid. Admire that amateur? Ha ha, wait till you see me on the court. Like the wind, like the wind. Hello. I'm also so delighted to be at play. That boy brought you to me? Uh-huh. I tickled him under the chin with a tabard. The tabard of Pizarro. Interested in that? Tabard? You have it? Yeah. This brown paper bag. Regular museum piece, huh? Personally, it leaves me limp with cold. Where'd you get it? Jeffery, the hat man at the sale locker, he said if you want to buy, he's got the other one. They come in pairs, I hear. Like towels, like his and hers. You got expensive tastes in antique bath mats, huh? You lie. You stole it from Alice Markle. You stole it. Cheated me a bit. You got sweat in your eyes, Buster. I told you, the hat man. Huh? Alice Markle. You know her, Buster? You know she's dead? I read obituaries. So hobby with me. Vamos. I've been waiting for you to ask me... Señor! Hey, what the... The claw on the back of the throat... Señor! Where is the... Get it! Get it! He said he would like a wind on the cart. A wind. Now let's take you someplace where you'll blow away. Now back to PoleVenture. Our stars Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall. And the second act of our story. A lovely girl, she fall on high by now beach. Stretch her fingers for life, but beyond her reach. She call for her father, for her father she sigh. But on Habana Beach, lovely girl, she die. Mr. Slate go to look for she father so dear. Find a straw hat man who did shed a tear. He send 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. That character, 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 mansions of Taurus de Bull do you know him. All the constellations of the seven seas of sky of... You better be handing out pamphlets with a pitch, King. Oh, Lady Sailor, I'll 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... ... Shannon's place, Sailor Duval speaking. Is Mr. Shannon there, Mr. Duval? No, he isn't. Who is this? Jeffrey, the Hat Weaver. He's still at the Hotel Pina del Rio? Playing handball, the rumor goes. Personally, I don't believe it. Slate's a cartwheel man. Then you'd better come to me. It's important. Something you should know. A hat man'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. Come on, Shannon, don't. Let's go, boy. That's my boy. Open the baby blues. I want you to take a look around. Get accustomed. Like, for instance, look at your hand. Huh? What? Roll your eyes that way, kid. You're holding a knife. And the knife's spinning room clerk Ramos 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, Hart. For that piece of burlap, that tabard thing. Let me prime you for a Shannon. I had to kill the wife of a frame. 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. Comes back to a piece of burlap on the table. Right. That one and another one. The other one you've got. I told you a man named Jeffrey had it. I don't know anybody named Jeffrey. You've got it. Tell me where it is and I'll wipe the handle of that knife, Ramos. What makes that tabard worth people's dying? Worth the poisoning of a girl? Worth more lives than you've ever met. The tabard of Francisco Pizano. Consider it. I've been telling everybody. I wouldn't care if that rag was worn by Tassel Zohara. I get nothing. Just don't hit me. Look at it. A coat of arms. Shining like some inner light. Yeah? Yeah, I see it. Worn over the steel of the conquistadores. Fabulous. Fabulous. Fabulous. Yeah. Fabulous. It is both times, Ramos. Shannon, don't kill you. Shannon! Hello, Mr. Bauer. One moment, I want to lock the store behind you. Why, Jeffrey, I've never been locked in a hat shop before. You think you're going to woo me with a mink sombrero? You're a mad hatter if ever I saw one. Let's stop it. You'll guess why I asked you to come, Averitre. I think so. You're Alice Markle's father, aren't you? I saw something in your face when Slade told you Alice was dead. She was my daughter, Mr. Bauer. I'm sorry for both of you. But the killing hasn't stopped. You must know that too. What are you talking about? Where's Slade? Don't sigh at me. I asked you a question. Where's Slade? I don't have an idea. Then whatever happened to your daughter might have happened to Slade. 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- He was my partner. All the time I was in prison, I knew I would kill him when I got out. The light's dawning, Jeffrey. We were trying to get Hart to come to you. You sent him your daughter with that tabard to lure him to you. Yes, and he killed her. And then you sent Slade. Now it's my turn to be sorry for you, Mr. Bauer. If he's alive- If he's alive, he's someplace in Havana. I'm going to find him. Bye, Jeff. Oh, no. No, I'm coming with you. You know I've got a murder to commit, Mr. Bauer. So I can't let you out of my sight. Open your eyes, King. The man's back from the dead. Where's Sailor? She's out looking for you. I'm glad she's out. What makes you so glad? She will not see it first-hand. The bruises 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 her. 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. Come right on in, Pavina. Don't just stand there with a dry cleaning hang from your mouth. Oh, I carry the hanger in my mouth, pretty man, because my hands are full of laundry packages. Pick them from me slowly. Two falls out of three, huh, Pavina? You make very welcome jokes, pretty man. But they are jokes, you know? Well, if it makes you giggle, it's a joke. Here, let me take your packages. And now the dry cleaning from my mouth. Uh-huh. You always carry it that way, Pavina. Good for the teeth. You like my teeth, pretty man? Yeah, now that you ask, I like them. From Dr. Gonzales. He's friendly credit dangerous. No wobble, huh? Hey, this cleaning is for Alice Marco. Stuff I sent out for her. She has no need for it now, Mr. Sleet. You know what you just did, King? You just relieved my conscience about tearing it open. Hey, what do you know? A tablet. A second tablet. That's good, pretty man. You don't know how good, honey. People kill each other for these things. Say, you're always 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 place she looks for me, because she hates to admit I ever go there. Child's play, huh? I'm not child's play, pretty man. Yeah, bring the laundry around again, Papina, and we'll rehearse it, huh? One more 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 of. I understood it myself. It would frighten me, too. That's the place. Gaudy, 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. Just permit me your arms, Senor Shannon, and I will lead you to the police station quietly. Slate! How nice for you. You've been arrested again. Now watch your kids along, sailor. I've been waiting an hour. You're complaining? You dance the mambo, you get arrested. You take your dance lessons too seriously. People get arrested who do that. And for murder. She couldn't take it, huh? Slate finally killed his dancing teacher. Ramos, the hotel clerk, stabbed with a knife upon which was found the fingerprints of Shannon. We are called to a hotel. There is the body of a man, Ramos. A knife is in him. You make it dull, this owl. Maybe I can find someplace more interesting. Don't wait up, Gaudy. You are insane, Shannon. I will shoot. I will shoot to kill. Oh, who can hit a moving target? For Sal, you're a dull boy. Hey, Slate, wait for me. Wait for Baby. Ah, you've run fast for an old hat weaver, Jeffrey. Because I've been resting for a long time. In an asylum. In a hole in the wall in Havana. Slate, Jeffrey will kill Hart this season. If you want to say that you told me on the way here, I don't blame you, Jeffrey, but I can't let you. Now, what about it, Jeffrey? Why don't we go in and talk to Hart? So many years. So many years I've waited for this. You have a gun, Jeffrey? No. Search it, Slate. Yeah, better. Come on, Jeffrey. We're not playing. Don't try to take it away. It'll kill you, too. Now, 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. Hart, watch it, Shannon. What are you doing? You're a mad man. Jeffrey, you're mad. It was too quick. The gun took him too quick. Too quick. Sailor, pick up that gun. He didn't even know who I was. He didn't even see me. All he did was die. For my wife, for my daughter. There was no joy in it. I killed a stranger. He didn't even know me. What are we going to do with him, Slate? Give him to LaSalle. You do it. I'm going home. All right, Sailor. Wait for me. Is that you, Slate? Yeah, it's me. What did the museum give you for the tabards? A picture postcard of the bronze statue of General Gomez Iparade Sebastian, the brave conqueror of Lake Hermosa. But it says on the other side of the card. Now go ahead, read it. All right. General Gomez Iparade Sebastian will be remembered for his brave exploits against the elusive bandits of Lake Hermosa. Since his illustrious charge, all wildlife in the region has been extinct. That's nice. But what about the tabards? Oh, Jeffrey wove them in occupation therapy while he was in the sanitarium. They're phonies, Sailor. That's life, I guess. I can wear them for Mother Hubbard. Two changes. What do I get out of it? I get the tabards. You get this. This. This. With it. Get my loom, Sailor. There'll be a weaving of the tabards tonight. And so our two stars, Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall, have brought to a close our latest whole-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... ...Full Adventure!
