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Funny. I never considered myself particularly well liked.

I really never knew before

just how many friends I did have.

Just as you can't cheat your way through life,

you have to be yourself,

believe in yourself, play your hunches.

I really can't understand why actors

can't have human frailties like other people,

why they can't make the same mistakes,

guess wrong now and then.

Bogie's theory always was when you're dead, that's it.

You've gotta press on, because life is for the living.

My name is Humphrey Bogart, in case there are those of you in the audience

who are either too young or too old to know who I am.

Bogie had those rugged, masculine looks

that Americans seem to identify with.

He was a rugged individual.

He could trade ripostes and dialogue.

And the nastier the better.

Bogie.

Bogie, I just think he's great.

No matter what he does, it comes out cool.

When people think of my father, you think of the film noir detective,

you think of "Casablanca," you think of Bogie and Bacall.

But it took him over 40 years

to find his feet in his film career.

He'd lived a full life before that point

with as many setbacks as he had successes,

and he'd been married three times

by the time he met my mother.

In every man's life, there are pinpoints of time

that govern his destiny.

I'm not at ease with women, really.

I must obviously like certain women.

I've certainly married enough of them.

If you're not married or in love, you're on the loose,

and that's not comfortable.

Love is the one emotion which can relieve,

as much as is ever possible,

the awful essential loneliness of us all.

I said to Bogie,

"Bogie, I need some help with this girl."

She's brand-new. She's never made a scene before.

And I'm going to try and make her more insolent than you are.

And you have the reputation of being

the most insolent man on the screen."

He kind of laughed and he said, "You've got a fat chance of doing that."

"Well," I said, "Bogie, I'm the director,

and every scene we play, she's gonna leave you

with egg on your face and walk out on you."

-Who was the girl, Steve? -Who was what girl?

The one who left you with such a high opinion of women.

She must have been quite a gal.

May I?

It seems so strange

that after 44 years I should fall in love

when I thought it could never happen again.

Well, when I first met Bogie,

he just said hello to me and said,

"I saw your test. We'll have a lot of fun together."

Ha! I don't think he realized at the time

quite how things would turn out.

What'd you do that for?

I've been wondering whether I'd like it.

-What's the decision? -I don't know yet.

I had seen him in a couple of movies.

I saw him in "Casablanca." He didn't thrill me at all.

Leslie Howard was the actor that thrilled me.

-She's wonderful. -She has a point of view.

Startles me sometimes.

I blink and realize she's looking at things

with younger, clearer eyes.

She's smarter than me, that's all.

The thing I was most aware of growing up

was my father's and mother's fame.

You can't get around it.

Being movie stars, the golden age of Hollywood,

it couldn't get any better.

-How are you today? -Better than last night.

I can agree on that.

He said, "If you want a real career,

then I'll do everything I can for you, but I won't marry you."

Because he'd been married to three actresses

and they had all followed their careers,

their careers came first.

And I promised him

that our marriage would come first.

What do you think's fair?

I'll leave that to you.

I remember both of you

are natives of New York.

Do you miss this big town very much?

-No. -Yes.

Wait a minute.

Well, that's a nice, normal family disagreement,

but, tell me, have you sort of lost your appetite

for playing before live audiences, Bogie?

Well, I have, Ed,

because I did an awful lot of it when I was a kid.

I started in '21, and I thought the world was my oyster,

and I came to Hollywood and was a terrible flop here.

And then I went back to New York and was in four big flops there.

And I swore if I ever got to Hollywood again, I'd stay here.

By 1921, I was working in theater.

I sold tickets, ran backstage, ran out front,

counted up the take, and then ran back

to bring down the curtain.

I was stage managing a pretty complicated show

with a lot of scene changes.

Helen Menken was the star.

Instead of staying in her dressing room

while these things were going on

and keeping out of the way,

she hung around, slowing things up.

I told her to go back to her room.

She pulled the great star act on me.

I lost my temper. And I guess I shouldn't have done it, but I booted her.

She, in turn, belted me and ran to her dressing room.

That, as a matter of fact,

was the first conversation I had

with the girl who became my first wife.

When Bogart met Helen Menken,

he was a nobody on Broadway.

She was one of the great stars.

She was the equivalent of the rock star.

People would be waiting at her hotel.

There would be standing ovations.

You'd have to part the crowd for her to go in.

People would be grasping for her.

She would have been every bit the diva today.

Helen really wanted to help Bogart with his career.

I startled Broadway

by appearing in a play called "Swifty"

as my first big acting job.

When I awoke the next morning,

Maud came in with a couple of reviews,

she was Maud, never Mother,

including Alexander Woollcott's estimate

of her son's performance.

"The young man who embodied

the aforementioned sprig is what is..."

..."usually and mercifully described as 'inadequate'."

So, you want to be an actor, eh?

A lot of people don't realize that you are a native New Yorker.

-That's right. -And your dad was a doctor?

My dad was a doctor, yes. I was...

I was born in New York City.

-Bed number 21, Sloane's Maternity Hospital.

And I lived up on 103rd Street in West End Avenue.

I can't get over this, a guy so tough,

and he's got a name like Humphrey DeForest Bogart.

And with a name like Humphrey DeForest Bogart, you gotta be tough.

When I was born, the family was worth

a tremendous amount of money.

My father had an excellent practice,

and Maud could make $50,000 a year as an illustrator.

She was essentially a woman who loved work,

loved her work to the exclusion of everything else.

She was totally incapable of showing affection.

For Bogart, it was troublesome growing up

because there was no hug, there was no kiss,

there was no "I love you."

Maud Humphrey was one of the most famous illustrators in America,

and she was also one of the most highly paid.

In the decades around the turn of the century,

"The Maud Humphrey Baby"

was perhaps the most celebrated child in the world.

I understand there was a period in American history

when you couldn't pick up a goddamn magazine

without seeing my kisser in it.

When I was a kid, it gave me kind of a complex.

I was always getting the razz from friends.

Maud was well bred and extremely proud of it.

She was known far and wide as Lady Maud.

Beautiful, stately, fastidious.

She looked and acted the part.

Even in the country in summer,

Mother's tall, stiff-backed hourglass figure

was decked out in a white duck skirt and crisp white blouse.

If white startled people, it was all right with her.

She'd been startling people all her life.

Maud was a suffragist.

She was very influenced by her upbringing in Rochester,

and would have been influenced

by Susan B Anthony, Frederick Douglass,

and other luminaries who lived and visited here.

She was steeped in feminism and civil rights.

We had a house in New York

and a country place at Canandaigua Lake

in Upper New York.

I always lived near the water

and understood and liked boats.

My father gave me a one-cylinder motorboat,

and I used to putt-putt around the lake all day long,

exploring every watery inch of it.

In the main, I had pretty good manners,

but I hated the smugness of people in authority.

I can't show my reverence when I don't feel it.

Dad had a faint idea I'd become

the second surgeon in the family,

but by the time I'd left elementary school,

I guess the hope had faded.

"My dear Dr. Bogart, count on me to do all I can

to get the young man started right

when he reaches Andover next week."

"My dear Dr. Bogart, when a boy is willing

to shoulder the responsibility for his shortcomings

and manfully admit that he

and not someone else is to blame,

the chances of a successful outcome are immensely increased."

"My dear Dr. Bogart, to my great regret,

I am forced to advise you

that Humphrey has failed to meet

the terms of his probation,

and it has become necessary, therefore,

for us to require his withdrawal

from the school at this time."

The bastards threw me out.

You've had every chance that could have been given to you,

and you have failed.

Not only yourself, but your parents.

We don't intend to support you for the rest of your life.

You're on your own from now on.

I didn't care to face the old man, so I joined the Navy.

The United States had just entered the First World War,

and it seemed a good opportunity for me

to cash in on my fondness for water.

I was sorry that the war didn't touch me mentally.

I was still no nearer to an understanding

of what I wanted or what I was.

Because of his mother being the breadwinner in the house growing up,

he was very leery about suddenly

sort of finding himself in debt to a woman

for making his life better.

And at one point he said, somewhat jokingly, to a friend,

he said, "I can't marry that girl."

And his friend said to him, "Well, if you don't,

you'll never get another part on Broadway."

I've been so frightfully occupied, you know.

I just hadn't found time to marry.

Mr. Bogart called on the phone. "You're not so busy now.

Do you think you might find time to marry me on Thursday afternoon?"

We took the fatal leap. We were married in New York.

He was one of a vast crew of juvenile actors.

He was playing in silly comedies,

and we didn't think very much of Bogie.

He just wasn't anything very much.

And he was cursed with a rather plain old shoe face.

There was nothing attractive or romantic about him.

I played lots of juveniles on the stage.

I put jars full of pomade in my hair, slicked it back,

and tried to look like a 42nd Street version of Rudolph Valentino.

I went to Chicago in The Cradle Snatchers,

and a critic named Amy Leslie, a lady critic,

wrote a review in which she said that, as I remember it,

"Mr. Bogart has the grace of a Valentino,

the charm of an E H Sothern,

and the dramatic appeal and strength of a John Barrymore."

Hey, is this a good speakeasy?

The best in town.

New York in the 1920s was an exciting place.

It was prohibition, which outlawed legal alcohol sales

but then pushed people to go into illegal speakeasies,

where they also came into contact

with underground nightclub scenes and also performers.

One thing that was changing

was the way gender and sexuality would work,

and what that meant was that there were big fights over it,

kind of like now.

"The Captive," it's a play pretty explicitly

about the love between two women.

"The Captive" first opened in Paris in March 1926.

It played all over Europe. It broke attendance records.

So then it opened in Broadway.

It took a lot of courage for me to play this part.

One does not feel quite American in this sort of role.

Humphrey urged me to play it

because he thought I could do it well.

I tried to make the audience forget to be cynical,

but naturally I dreaded the avalanche of criticism it would bring.

By the end of the 19th century,

violets had become associated with lesbianism.

"The Captive" introduced this to the entire reading American public.

Helen certainly did a lot

for the lesbians of America.

Women would send her slave bracelets,

and, most ironic of all,

and probably missing the point completely,

the deans of several women's colleges wrote,

thanking her for warning their students

about the dangers of a reprehensible attachment.

At the same time, Mae West is doing a preview

of her new play called "The Drag,"

which was advertised as a male version of "The Captive."

The play had been running undisturbed

for six months.

Then Miss Mae West and her troupe

were hauled off to jail.

Ooh. Lovely tie.

The district attorney raided "The Captive,"

Mae West's play "Sex."

They arrested 40 producers, stage managers and actors,

including Helen Menken.

And this makes front-page news

throughout the country.

And so I was carted off to court,

and the show was closed.

Censorship is the number one enemy of a free democracy,

and if America is to continue to have freedom of press and radio,

these insidious enemies of freedom

must be emphatically discouraged,

because these men will move on

to other means of public expression.

Bogart being married to Menken at the time

witnessed what she went through.

So I could imagine that that would influence him

in his own stance against

censorship in the movies that followed.

We quarreled over the most inconsequential things.

What started out just as a difference of opinion

would suddenly become a battle royale.

I hated the idea

of coming to a divorce court.

I tried to make my marriage

the paramount interest in my life,

although my career was a success.

We agreed to call it a day.

How can you keep a marriage together

when neither of you sees the other?

We're through, see? I'm not the guy for you.

I've had plenty of girls, and I'll have plenty more.

I'd had enough women by the time I was 27

to know what I was looking for in a wife

the next time I married.

I played it solo until I met Mary Philips in 1928.

Mary was an actress too.

In one scene, I was delivering a very dramatic speech.

Mary was supposed to walk away from me saying nothing.

I noticed she was putting a lot of that into her walk,

so much so that the audience

focused their attention on her instead of me.

"You can't do that!" I told her. "That's my scene."

There was an amused twinkle in her eye.

"Suppose you try and stop me."

Well, I didn't try to stop her

because while I was talking,

I suddenly became very aware that here was a girl

with whom I could easily fall in love.

Humphrey and I were married by a Justice of the Peace

in Hartford in April 1928.

He was a strangely puritanical man

with very old-fashioned virtues.

He had class as well as charm.

Mary was a mixture of New England and Irish,

and she furnished just the sort of balance wheel I needed.

The Depression was here, and I didn't escape.

The theater had gone to hell, and so had my salary.

I rehearsed for shows that folded

almost before the first curtain had gone up.

-Beryl. -All right.

Tell me while you're getting dressed.

Beryl, I gotta have some money. $100.

I can let you have 60 cents of it. What's happened to Eddie?

What makes you think it's for Eddie? Oh, well, what if it is?

-I've still got to have it. -When are you gonna get wise to yourself?

Can't you see it's just a matter of time until that phony

pulls you down into his own class?

I'm sick of hearing about men that do the little things.

Give me a guy that does a big thing once in a while, like paying a month's rent.

Mary stayed working on Broadway,

and I was brought out to Hollywood.

Talking pictures had just come in,

and anybody from the stage was jumped at.

MGM had hit a gold mine with Clark Gable.

20th Century Fox needed a big, rough answer to Gable. That was me.

I wasn't handsome, but they made me up the same way

they'd been doing the good-looking boys for years.

False eyelashes, red lips and all. I felt like a dummy.

I'm not ready yet to settle down in the suburbs

and wear golf panties.

Also, I was very lonely for Mary.

-Well, say... -Hey, you're in a hurry, aren't you?

No, I've got lots of time.

-What's your name? -What's your...

Marianne Madison. What's yours?

-Corliss. Val Corliss. -Pleased to meet you.

How would you like to take a little walk, Mr. Corliss?

There's nothing I'd rather do than take a walk.

I was at Fox for one year,

during which I did five pictures.

I wasn't surprised Fox didn't renew my contract.

I'll be back.

That was when I packed it in

and made for Broadway again.

Oh, boy.

I was convinced then

I would never make it in the movies.

Bogart was not too successful in those pictures.

Indeed, he didn't make any particular impression.

And he came back to Broadway

after about a year or two working for Fox

and was beginning to become,

I have heard from friends who knew him well at that time,

he was beginning to become

sort of a falling actor and a rising drunk.

Hey, you! Some more beer! This time it's on me, boys.

I sip about an ounce of booze every hour, all day long.

I read that the liver can only work off one ounce per hour,

so I don't go much beyond that.

I always liked stirring things up, needling authority.

I guess I inherited it from my parents.

They fought.

We kids would pull the covers over our ears

to keep out the sound of fighting.

Our home was kept together for the sake of propriety.

What was curious about Maud and Belmont is that both of them

were dependent on drugs for their comfort.

Bogart Senior had had a terrible accident.

He was in great pain.

Most of her life, Maud suffered from migraine headaches.

When the pain began, it lashed her so terribly

that her left eye closed

and the side of her face flamed.

Then my father shot a quarter of a grain of morphine into her

to keep her from going insane.

When I was 15, my father made bad investments

and lost a good deal of money.

My mother was the head illustrator

for "Delineator" magazine.

She saw instantly that it was up to her to support us.

From that moment on, I never saw her relax,

mentally or physically.

What were the shows you did before you went to the coast?

-Oh, Lord... -I remember Cradle Snatchers.

Let's see, Cradle Snatchers was one, and Saturday's Children.

And It's a Wise Child, The Most Immoral Lady, Meet The Wife.

I was very lucky, Ed. I had seven smash hits in a row.

I was in them, although I didn't have very big parts.

Wasn't it Bob Sherwood's play Petrified Forest...

Yeah, that started me...

-Typed you as a rough guy? -...going with this thing.

Yeah. It sent me out to the movies.

When Warners decided to film

"The Petrified Forest,"

they had Edward G Robinson in mind for the part.

Leslie Howard stuck out for me.

He said he wouldn't do the film unless I was cast

as Duke Mantee, the killer.

-There's a picture of Duke Mantee. -Six killed?

Hmm.

-Did he do all that? -Oh, yes. Yes, indeed.

Well, he doesn't look very vicious, does he?

I believe that if I had not been given

the movie role of Duke Mantee,

I'd be out of the films altogether.

Now, just behave yourself, you two, and nobody'll get hurt.

It marked my deliverance from the ranks

of the sleek, stiff-shirted smoothies

to which I had seemed condemned for life.

Maybe we'll decide to get buried here.

Well, you better come with me, Duke.

I'm planning to be buried in the Petrified Forest.

You know, I've been evolving a theory about that that would interest you.

It's the graveyard of the civilization

that's shot from under us.

The world of outmoded ideas.

They're all so many dead stumps in the desert.

That's where I belong. And so do you, Duke.

You're the last great apostle of rugged individualism.

Tell us, Duke, what kind of a life have you had?

What do you think? I spent most of my time since I grew up in jail.

And it looks like I'll spend the rest of my life dead.

I owe a lot to Leslie,

and he was always a great friend of mine.

It's not for nothing my daughter is named Leslie.

Get away from that door.

You think I'm gonna let you take those people out

and slaughter them?

Cut out the act, pal.

I won't let you do it, Duke.

Okay, pal.

I'll be seeing you soon.

Because of "The Petrified Forest" being a hit,

Jack Warner assigned me to a contract with no options.

My God, how I worked in 1936 and '37.

I no sooner got finished with one,

then those bastards had me in another.

By the mid 1930s,

the classical Hollywood studio system

was running a factory-type operation.

Pretty much the way General Motors was producing automobiles,

Hollywood was producing motion pictures.

Mr. Warner and I frequently disagreed

as to what constituted a good picture.

I was used to the theater, where I was shown a script

and asked if I wanted to play in it.

I resented being thought of as an employee.

Did the Black Legion have anything to do with this, Taylor?

Come on, Taylor, be a good fella. Give us a story.

Humphrey was away all hours of the night.

The marriage had become monotonous.

This was the first time I'd really been able

to support Mary.

I asked her to stay in Hollywood and start a family.

I was becoming accustomed

to my name in lights outside the theater.

You got something here, my friend.

I'd say you deserved her, only I don't think

any man's worth any woman.

Marriage is not to be taken lightly,

to be put secondary to one's selfish purposes,

like a career.

Mary Philips and I parted.

Maybe it was my fault. It was difficult to judge.

I was walking off the dance floor when I saw Mayo.

She was wearing a stunning red gown

and looked very, very interesting.

I was besotted.

Listen, toots, when a gal like me loves a man,

nothing makes any difference.

She had one fear.

She didn't want just another Hollywood marriage.

So she made me promise not to see her, phone her,

or write to her for three months.

At the end of that time, we'd know if it was the real thing.

A little absent treatment won't do any harm.

I found out about Portland's Rosebud

in an old scrapbook.

She had started off on Broadway as a huge success.

She was young and beautiful and was highly sought after.

When she came to Hollywood, she was able to play

these fascinatingly androgynous, tough, very gritty characters,

the tough-talking dames.

Even the biggest stars do a nosedive sometimes.

Listen, you. I'll be a star when this show's rotting in the warehouse.

All right, fine.

In the early 1930s, you had lots of really exciting films

about young women liberated, out in the workplace,

and finding their own way in the world,

and often that meant not playing by the rules.

In the summer of 1934, everything pretty much changed.

The Hollywood censorship regime really went into enforcement

under the authority of a very strict Irish Catholic named Joseph Breen.

All the motion picture production companies in the United States

have joined hands in adopting

what has come to be known as a "production code of ethics,"

to ensure screen entertainment

which will be reasonably acceptable to our patrons everywhere,

entertainment which is definitely free from offense.

After the onset of the Production Code regime,

Hollywood adheres to a very strict set of moral commandments.

-No profanity on screen. -No homosexuality on screen.

♪ And on a great big battleship you'd like to be... ♪

♪ Working as chambermaids, ah ♪

No interracial romance.

No crime without punishment.

No disrespect to authority.

No extramarital sex.

And ultimately the women of the 1930s were suddenly relegated

to the supporting character of wife and/or mother.

The vulgar, the cheap and the tawdry is out.

The code sets up high standards of performance

for motion picture producers.

It states the considerations

which good taste and community value

make necessary in this universal form of entertainment.

Ooh, mama!

I know just how you're feelin'.

Mae West is the big star of 1933,

and the big star of 1934 is Shirley Temple.

Then come here.

After the code, there was no place

for the particular persona

that Mayo Methot had crafted so well.

Sweetheart, I'm never going to leave you.

Here are these two people who seem to be, as they come together,

really at kind of the same point in their careers.

You'll see that they're on escalators side by side,

and hers is going down and his is coming up.

But there they are, meeting face to face,

just in the middle, at this point in their lives.

She grew older, whereas for Bogart it was all right to grow older.

I don't really look old, do I?

What do they expect a girl to look like at six in the morning

after dragging a lot of heavyweight shoe salesmen around the dance floor all night?

Like a debutant?

-You knew the deceased, Betty Strauber? -Yes, sir.

Can you please speak a little louder so the jury can hear you?

-Yes, sir. -What kind of a girl would you say she was?

She was the sweetest kid you ever saw.

They boozed a great deal, and they fought a great deal.

And I asked him why he enjoyed fighting with her so much,

and he said because the making up was so pleasant.

I don't wanna fight with you tonight, you beautiful...

Both of us are actors, so fights are easy to start.

Actors always see the dramatic quality in a situation

more easily than other people

and can't resist dramatizing it further.

With us, it's second nature. So I say something.

If Mayo's in the groove, she catches the cue and sends it back to me.

I pick it up from there, back to her it goes, and we're off.

One minute we're mad. The next we're over it.

We never hold grudges or go on those silent sulks that are so bad.

We enjoy every minute of every sword crossing.

When they're over, they're forgotten.

Mayo and I are the Battling Bogarts.

We love it. And what's more, we love each other.

A left to the jaw, and a right to the heart.

Oh, you still think I can wow 'em, don't you, Val?

Of course I do.

I don't believe in this new-fashioned idea

of young women continuing with their work after marriage.

I find time as full as it ever was when I was working steadily.

One way that the studio publicists

sort of kept control of their wayward stars

was that actors were expected to talk to the fan magazines.

I plan the meals and take care of Bogie's clothes,

attend to buttons and mending like a most admirable hausfrau.

Actors would go into the fan magazines and talk about

all they really cared about was home and family and their husband,

and pose for photographs by the fire, or, like Mayo Methot did,

sitting at the feet of her new husband, Humphrey Bogart.

I'm not interested in my career anymore.

Humphrey's career is my interest.

It was the last thing in the world that she would have ever wanted.

She was as hungry as he was, or any other actor in town.

I played heavies in Hollywood for eight or nine years.

I was a punching block for Cagney,

Raft, Robinson, everybody.

The gangster characters I played are all the same.

You could almost make a card index of the lines they speak.

"Get over against the wall." "Get your hands up."

Crazy!

-Any cop... cop... -Here's one rap you won't beat.

Hey...

In my first 34 pictures, I was shot in 12,

electrocuted or hanged in eight, and was a jailbird in nine.

I always wound up dead and never got the girl.

A gangster is never allowed to have any sex life.

The Breen office, you know, old boy.

This was one of the pictures that made me march into Jack Warner

and ask for more money again.

I was this doctor brought back to life,

and the only thing that nourished this poor bastard was blood.

If it had been Jack Warner's blood,

maybe I wouldn't have minded as much.

The trouble was, they were drinking mine,

and I was making this stinking movie.

Tell Dr. Rhodes...

we'll have to postpone our talk on... blood composition.

Do you realize you're looking at an actor

who has made more lousy pictures

than any other in history?

I'd read a movie script and yell that it was not right for me.

Jack Warner would phone and say, "Be a good sport."

I'd argue and say no.

Then I'd get a letter from the Warner Bros.' lawyers

ordering me to report.

I'd refuse.

Then another wire from Warners

saying that if I did not report, he'd cut my throat.

He'd always sign it, "Love to Mayo."

When my father died, Maud doubled up momentarily

as if she'd had the wind knocked out of her,

then straightened up and said, "Well, that's done."

I insisted she come west.

She thought California a pretty rough place.

It had no traditions, no social background.

The building was on Sunset Boulevard,

two blocks from Schwab's drugstore,

the famed Hollywood emporium where you could buy anything

from a quart of French perfume to a nickel hamburger.

Schwab's provided her

with the activity she missed in retirement.

She joined its congregation.

She made little purchases

and strolled grandly home again.

She was Lady Maud with a vengeance.

Maud was not a woman one loved.

For such was her drive, her singleness of purpose,

that none of us could really get at her.

What an adorable boy he was. Sweet and darling.

I don't know why he has to play all these dreadful parts.

She did not complain about her final illness.

She said nothing to anyone

until it was much too late to do anything for her.

Instead, at 75, she went into a hospital,

slipped into a coma, and died.

When this remarkable, gifted,

successful illustrator died in 1940,

her son was given the death certificate

to sign and put her occupation.

And he put "housewife."

I'm awful sorry for the way I've acted.

You got nothing to be sorry about.

Yes, I have, nagging at you for flying off the handle.

I wish I hadn't. Oh...

Oh, I like it. I mean, that's the way married people ought to act.

Listen, my ma and pa fought like cats and dogs going on 40 years.

I wouldn't give you two cents for a dame without a temper.

Well, I was a writer at Warner Bros. in the '30s.

Bogart was a contract actor there.

Um, I used to see him on the lot,

and, uh, we became friends.

And presently I wrote a picture that Bogart did, "High Sierra."

When the Communist scare came along, around 1940,

an early version of the House Committee on Un-American activities,

which was known as HUAC,

came out and was holding hearings.

Bogart spent an afternoon with the committee,

not giving them anything that they wanted

but becoming more and more incensed

by the way he had been accused by a man named Joseph Leech,

who had written letters saying that Bogart and others were seen

at Communist Party meetings, which was just bunk.

I'd always been a loyal citizen.

I resented the intrusion

and the insinuation that I was anything else.

He came out and he said, "I can't stand by anymore.

We can't let America come to this."

And that was his beginning into politics,

which would really come forth in 1947.

-Mayo's a grand girl. -She knows how to handle me.

When I go to a party and the party spirit gets at me,

I'm apt to flirt with any amusing girl I see,

but I don't mean it.

My wife's job, and Mayo has promised to take it on,

is to yank me out of the fire before I get burned.

I like a jealous wife. I can be a jealous husband too.

There is nothing that cannot be ironed out

between two people who love each other.

Do I ever throw things? Oh, yes.

But the funny thing is, I never seem to throw things I really like.

Old things that won't break,

metal ashtrays and so on, are fine for throwing.

Phonograph records are superb.

They make such a satisfactory crash...

If you're too tame, you're half dead.

Bogie and I like excitement. We need it.

I got myself into a dinghy once and rode out there.

Well, they both came out,

and everything was bleeding on 'em, particularly noses,

and they yanked me on the boat

and they said, "Have a drink, Joanie,"

and gave us a drink, and they were the best of pals.

Bogie took a piece of ice out of his highball glass

and put it at the back of his neck to stop the bleeding, and says,

"Boy, is she a dame.

She's got a right like a truck driver. Look at my eye!"

And she'd say, "That guy!

Look at this shiner!" And she had one.

And whatever piece of meat or anything I had,

I'd plunk it on her eye.

And then we laughed, and they laughed,

and we had a lovely time.

I think that when you're living day to day with someone

who is embracing the career

that you've been fighting for your whole life,

and you can see your own career

just slipping completely out of view,

that must be entirely devastating.

She had seen what it was like to be a star.

She had enough taste of being a star

to know how much she wanted it.

And every day it became

less and less possible for her.

And that had to feed into the unhappiness

that she had in the marriage.

Oh, I could have got out of it once, but I had a rotten break.

I fell in love.

After the gangster era, Hitler was acting out scripts far more brutal

than anything that the Capone gang or Warner Bros. had ever conceived.

And at that point, when reality was so gruesome,

you could not have heroes

with curly hair and soft voices like Leslie Howard.

They were suddenly dated.

"The Maltese Falcon" was the first of the private eye movies.

I wanna talk to Mr. Cairo. Joel Cairo.

I had a lot going for me in that one.

First there was Huston.

The original intention was to have George Raft play it.

But he pulled away from it

because he didn't want to trust his career

to a young director, to someone who had never directed before.

And, um, Bogart, to my secret delight,

was substituted.

That picture began, I think, a whole new career for Bogie.

-What do you want here? -I'm Sam Spade. Tom Polhaus phoned.

Oh, I didn't know you at first. Back there.

I was the first Sam Spade.

I don't have many things I'm proud of, but that's one.

The trench coat has become a trademark.

I do like a man who tells you right out

he's looking out for himself.

Don't we all? I don't trust a man who says he's not.

Uh-huh.

The most effective American war propaganda during the Second World War

takes traditional old Hollywood genres

and adapts them for the purposes of the war effort.

Rick, there's gonna be excitement here tonight.

We're going to make an arrest in your café.

-Again? -Oh, this is no ordinary arrest.

A murderer no less.

If you're thinking of warning him, don't put yourself out.

He cannot possibly escape.

-I stick my neck out for nobody. -A wise foreign policy.

It is trying to persuade those Americans

who might be the traditional American loner, like Rick,

that you really do have to commit yourself.

Whatever gave you the impression that I might be interested

in helping Laszlo escape?

Because, my dear Ricky, I suspect

that under that cynical shell,

you're at heart a sentimentalist.

We wanted to have a romantic hero

who was working for the allies.

I mean, if he's the rebel, he's the rebel in a good cause.

-He's the rebel on behalf of the people.

Play "La Marseillaise." Play it.

He's against all the pomp and the officialdom,

and the sleazy operations of the establishment.

♪ No matter what the future brings ♪

♪ As time goes by ♪

Sam, I thought I told you never to play it.

It's hard to be married to a movie star.

You never know when you might lose him

to a more beautiful woman.

Unless she's completely devoid of jealousy,

she cannot help it.

It is a perfectly human thing to do.

When I come home from working on "Casablanca,"

Mayo is ready for me.

Sometimes I think she lies in ambush for me.

I had admired Bogart very much as an actor.

I found him fascinating.

There was something mysterious about him.

And it was dangerous. There was danger around him.

I always felt there was a distance.

It was like he was behind a wall.

"Casablanca" solidifies Bogart's star status.

He gets the validation

that every true top billed star has to have,

which is the romantic lead.

People had doubts about whether he could make that transition

into the dreamy romantic lead.

They asked him whether he thought he was adorable,

and Bogart replied,

"If Ingrid Bergman looks at you like you're adorable,

then you're adorable."

Here's looking at you, kid.

♪ Embrace me ♪

♪ My sweet embraceable you ♪

♪ Embrace me ♪

♪ You irreplaceable... ♪

Mayo and Humphrey came in and stood briefly at our table to say hello

and tell us that they were on their way to Africa

to entertain the troops.

They neither spoke nor looked at each other

until the drinks were brought to the table.

It was plain that the team of the Battling Bogarts

was soon to break up.

-How are our boys doing? -Our boys are doing a great job.

On our trip overseas, my wife and I saw thousands of American boys

in Africa and Italy, and you can be awfully proud of them.

We did the best we could to entertain them.

There's an organization that's looking after them

in every theater of the war.

That's the American Red Cross.

Humphrey Bogart had become big business.

It was time for Lauren Bacall to make her entrance.

She who was also to become his perfect screen partner.

As seductive as Eve. As cool as the serpent.

Anybody got a match?

Thanks.

"Sam, I want you to come up see me right away.

I've been stabbed." I said "What?" He said "Stabbed."

And I walked in, and he turned around,

and he had a...

a... a heavy, uh, English tweed jacket.

And as he turned around, I could see there was blood.

The blood had come right through.

And the argument was that they had a...

they had a difference of opinion about politics.

He awakened in me obviously something

that had never been awakened before

and something that I really needed.

And I needed someone to really care about me.

And I guess I needed a man to care about me.

And he was this...

He was the most caring man that I've ever known.

And it just happened that suddenly

I just had to be with him all the time.

Come into my boudoir.

We started shooting "The Big Sleep"

on October 10th, 1944.

He told me that the last few weeks

had been the most difficult of his life.

Mayo said she'd stopped drinking.

He had to give her a chance.

After about two weeks of shooting,

the phone rang late one night.

He'd had a fight with Mayo, of course.

She'd been drinking when he got back from the studio

and things went from bad to worse.

About three weeks into the picture, Bogie left home

and checked into the Beverly Hills Hotel.

I couldn't go on with the battles we had.

I wanted a new life.

What's wrong with you?

Nothing you can't fix.

It's hard to break up a marriage of six years,

but we'd had so many fights.

I believed it was the right thing to do,

and she was too sensible to want to hold me.

Howard Hawks tried to discourage the relationship.

Oh, yes. Oh, he kept saying to me,

"Oh, he'll never marry you. Oh, don't be..."

And I would cry. I was in tears most of the time.

And he'd say to Bogie, "Listen, you don't have to marry.

Why don't you get a little hotel room?"

That was not Bogie's style at all, so it was...

Howard did everything he could to try to stop it,

but it was unstoppable.

I never believed that I could love again,

for so many things have happened in my life

that I was afraid to love.

I never was happy until I met that one.

My mother was born Betty Joan Perske.

The family name on my grandmother's side was Bacall.

Howard Hawks, he didn't like the name Betty,

so he gave her the name Lauren.

Everybody who knew her called her Betty.

At that time, was there any point where you thought,

"I just can't take this crazy, sick Hollywood scene"?

Oh, it was magic. It was a fairyland to me when I first went out.

All those green trees.

All those palm trees, and the green grass,

and the oranges, and the grapefruits.

The lemons. Lots of lemons.

-Including one or two pictures. -Yeah.

I think if I had not had Bogie as a guide, I really...

I dread to think what might have happened.

When he used to talk about actors who believed their own publicity,

he said they forgot that the studio planted the publicity.

They really began to believe that it was them.

And it's very easy to believe that.

Certainly when you're 19, it's very easy to believe it.

Jack Warner decided he wanted to put me in a picture

called "Confidential Agent" with Charles Boyer.

I was not mad about the script or my part.

Bogie didn't think much of it either.

But to cast me as an aristocratic English girl

was more than a stretch.

Betty went from what was practically oblivion

to the spotlight of world attention.

Then, before she had time to catch her breath,

she took a panning that would have staggered even a seasoned star.

The press went out of their way to knock her,

just as they had built her up.

The plain fact of the matter is

that Betty was lauded for one picture

out of all proportion to her deserts,

and panned for another that wasn't by any means her fault.

Betty had to learn two great lessons practically overnight.

The lesson of how to handle oneself

in the face of immediate and unexpected success,

and that other lesson of how to take immediate and unexpected failure.

I fell from the top of that ladder with a resounding crash,

and it was the last time Jack Warner made a choice for me.

My mother's movie career

was kind of based on my father's career.

She tried to separate herself,

but it all came back to Bogie and Bacall,

because they were one of the more famous couples

of that century.

Throughout the 1940s, there is a real concern

that not only will the Soviet Union

be a threat to our democracy

but that the Soviet Union

has a fifth column, so-called,

of subversive agents within America

also trying to undermine American democracy.

Communism in reality

is not a political party.

It is a way of life.

An evil and malignant way of life.

It reveals a condition akin to disease

that spreads like an epidemic.

And like an epidemic,

a quarantine is necessary

to keep it from infecting this nation.

The Hollywood Ten

were that group of screenwriters,

one producer, one director,

who did not support the agenda

of the House Un-American Activities Committee,

which was to investigate alleged communist subversion in Hollywood.

And if you opposed that agenda,

you were called an unfriendly witness,

and you were subpoenaed

to come testify before Congress.

The question before this committee

will be to determine the extent of communist infiltration

in the Hollywood motion picture industry.

Ideological termites have burrowed

into many American industries, organizations and societies.

Wherever they may be, I say let us dig them out and get rid of them.

Our planeload of Hollywood performers came east

to fight against what we considered

censorship of the movies.

Our object was to exert our influence

in defense of a principle,

the principle that no man should be forced to tell

what political party he belongs to.

None of us ever thought for a moment

that we were defending communists,

or that it had anything to do with that.

As far as we were concerned,

we were defending man's right to defend himself,

which Mr. J Parnell Thomas was not allowing anyone to do.

Are you or have you ever been a member of the Communist Party?

I believe I have the right to be confronted with any evidence

which supports this question.

I should like to see what you have.

It's unfortunate and tragic that I have to teach this committee

the basic principles of Americanism.

That's not the question!

It is an invasion of the right of association under the Bill of Rights.

Please be responsive to the question.

The rights of American citizens

are important in this room here,

and I intend to stand up for those rights.

BOGART, ARCHIVE RECORDING: This is Humphrey Bogart.

We sat in the committee room and heard it happen. We saw it.

We saw American citizens denied the right to speak

by elected representatives of the people.

We saw police take citizens from the stand like criminals

after they'd been refused the right to defend themselves.

We saw the gavel of a committee chairman

cutting off the words of free Americans.

The sound of that gavel, Mr. Thomas, rings across America.

Because every time your gavel struck,

it hit the First Amendment

to the Constitution of the United States.

I think the industry is so censored

and so shot at by factions

that it's like a cowering rabbit,

afraid to stick its head out.

In the shuffle, we became adopted by the communists,

and I ended up with my picture

on the front page of the "Daily Worker."

Bogart, because he was the most famous of the lot,

is the one who started taking the criticism.

Tremendous pressure was put on him.

Bogart has a press conference

in which he basically says,

"I was naive and stupid,

and I apologize for doing what I did."

And it's really sort of one of

the more humiliating moments in Bogart's life.

I was surprised to read that Bogie had recanted

in the light of ensuing events.

Why, I regard it as a mistake that Bogie did this.

He should have stuck to his guns.

But I quite understand why he didn't.

The man who followed Thomas in the Senate, McCarthy,

made a nightmare out of his decade, and... and no one...

So we can't hold Bogie too strictly to account for this.

No one, literally no one,

had the... the courage to speak up.

Warner was one of the worst, if you ask me.

He and a good many of the stuffed shirts who control this town

decided they had to do something

to take the heat off the industry.

That's why they set up the blacklist

of stars, writers, producers.

The other things, maybe they're true.

Maybe it is a rotten world.

But a cause isn't lost as long as someone

is willing to go on fighting.

Well, I'm not that someone.

But you are. You may not wanna be, but you can't help yourself.

Your whole life's against you.

What do you know about my life?

A whole lot.

What was the name of that song?

"The Bold Fisherman."

It's an old sea shanty that my father used to sing to me

when I was about eight years old.

Would you sound a bell note for Mr. Bogart

so he could start this immortal song of the sea, hmm?

♪ There was a bold fisherman set sail from off Billingsgate ♪

♪ To catch the bold piggie and the gay mackeroo ♪

♪ But when he got off Pimlico The wynds did begin to blow ♪

♪ And the little boat wobble-wobbled so ♪

-♪ That overboard went he singing ♪

♪ Twinky deedle dum ♪

♪ Twinky deedle dee ♪

♪ Was the highly interesting song that he sung ♪

♪ Twinky deedle dum Twinky deedle dee ♪

♪ Bold fisherman ♪

Hemingway said that the sea

is the last free place in the world,

and I respect it and love it.

The sea, the air.

It's clean and healthy,

and away from the Hollywood gossip and leeches.

Ever since I was little, I wanted to have my own boat.

I've realized that ambition in the Santana,

and you've no idea the satisfaction I get out of that.

He'd never had children

and I really wanted him to have children.

I don't know whether he wanted them or not,

but he was going to have them, I made up my mind.

He was afraid that it would interfere

with our relationship.

And of course, in a way, I suppose it does,

because children do take over, don't they?

I was as frightened as any stock expectant father

when I found out she was gonna have Stephen.

After all, it was my first shot at being a father at nearly 49.

I guess I was scared I wouldn't know how to be a good father.

I don't know what happened, but after I told him,

we had the biggest fight we'd ever had.

The next morning, Bogie wrote me a long letter

apologizing for his behavior,

saying he didn't know what had gotten into him

except his fear of losing me.

A child was an unknown quantity to him.

He just would have to get used to the idea.

I can't say that I ever truly wanted a child before I married Betty.

My life never seemed settled enough to wish it on a minor.

But Betty wanted a child very much,

and as she talked about it, I did too.

I'm realistic enough to be aware

that I shall probably leave this sphere before she does.

I wanted a child, therefore,

to stay with her, to remind her of me.

Meeting adjourned. Have a frozen daiquiri.

I don't think I could live just as a husband and father.

I have to work.

When I'm in town and not working,

it's a pretty dull day.

For lunch, I'm at Romanoffs for a couple of hours.

I can meet my friends there. It's kind of like a club.

He would come in every morning before noon.

Was he one of the first people to show up?

Always the first.

But he would go first to the bar, get his drink.

Then he'd go back to his table, and then he would wait

for whoever would show up.

As a matter of fact, they put a plaque up behind the booth

with the names of who belongs to this club

that can sit at this table.

Now, did Betty come ever with him

at that early hour?

No. She would join him later.

When Betty was with him,

was it a different atmosphere at the table?

No, she held her own.

-Go get yourself a drink and cool off. -Okay.

I don't trust any bastard who doesn't drink.

People who don't drink are afraid of revealing themselves.

Here's happy days.

He was always short-tempered,

but if you knew him, you didn't believe it.

But he could have been short-tempered to strangers.

The dividing line was final and clear cut.

You knew where you stood

ten minutes after you met him, you know.

That's right, you either had a rapport,

and you either would communicate and he liked you,

or he didn't like you.

He made perfectly sure that you knew

he was going to be an unpredictable man.

He didn't walk round with a chip on his shoulder.

He carried the chip in his hand and made sure you knew he had it

and was going to put it on his shoulder any minute.

He was a searcher for the... the weakness in a person.

He loved to goad and, uh...

He would call it teasing. It was really testing.

He loved to find where he could jab

a sensitive part of a person,

and he was a master at finding it.

There were times when he would pick on people

for no reason whatsoever, usually brought on by drink.

But on occasion he would go after somebody

who had no defenses and who really shouldn't be picked on.

During the last ten years of his life,

driven by his ferocious ambition,

Humphrey Bogart allowed himself

to be presented to the world by journalists

as a coarse and drunken bully.

Just stop! You'll kill him!

However, he played one fascinatingly complex character

in a film whose title perfectly defined

Bogart's own isolation amongst people,

"In a Lonely Place."

There's a cancellation on flight 16 for New York.

I'll stay with you, Dix. I promise I'll stay with you.

I love you, Dix. I'll marry you. I'll go away with you!

You'll run away from me the first chance you get!

Don't act like this, Dix. I can't live with a maniac!

I'll never let you go.

Dix, don't! Don't! Dix, please!

Don't, Dix, please! Don't!

It gave him a role that he could play with complexity,

because the film character's pride in his art,

his selfishness, his drunkenness,

his lack of energy stabbed with lightning strokes of violence,

were shared by the real Bogart.

We have a comfortable home, a wonderful son,

a boat, and nice friends.

I hate like the devil to take Betty away from our son

for such a long time.

The kid's only two,

and we're gonna be away at least six months.

But I can't see it any other way.

My other marriages broke up on account of separations.

So wherever I go, she goes.

I had agreed with him, I made a pact with him,

I would always put my marriage first, and I did.

I... I... I kept to that pact.

When my mother and father left to go to "African Queen,"

Mrs. Hartley, my nurse at the time,

brought us down to the airport to see them off.

And they take off, get up in the air, and she drops dead.

She literally drops dead with me in her arms.

And the doctor calls her and said,

"The nurse has died. What do you wanna do?"

And that's when my mother said,

"Well, do I wanna go to Africa with John Huston,

make a movie with Katharine Hepburn

and have the most exciting time of my life,

or do I wanna go home and take care of the two-year-old?"

I understand this is your first trip to Paris.

-Absolutely. -And I bet you're excited.

And I can't wait to get there.

-The French capital. -Yes.

It's always been very glamorous to me,

and I've always loved the French language.

And what about the high spot of this trip? What are you going to see?

The Folies Bergère, the style salons or what?

For me? Well, as it is for most women,

I think they're pretty interested in fashion.

Bogie was saying, "You know what I like about Paris?"

He says, "They don't bother you over here."

He says, "You're a movie star. So what? They ignore ya."

And we were in a car then, and we stopped for a red light,

and this little Frenchman with a beret looked in,

and he saw and he recognized Bogart,

and he went up to the window and he went "Bang, bang!"

How about the new picture?

You're going over to the deep, dark continent to make it.

Yes, we're going over to Africa, probably down

around Nairobi and Northern Rhodesia.

Incidentally, we just found out it was raining there,

so we may have to shoot it in Scotland, I don't know.

Ah, it's a great thing to have a lady aboard with clean habits.

Set the man a good example.

A man alone, he... he gets to living like a hog.

I was wildly excited, but Bogie knew that John would find

the most inaccessible spot in Africa as a location,

and he dreaded it.

He liked his life as it was.

Going to New York was all the traveling he wanted to do.

The only thing I hated was leaving Steve.

Bogart didn't like any part of it.

He was against it from the word go.

He cursed me for taking him places

and said he wouldn't go for anybody else.

And maybe there was something to that.

John Huston wanted everything perfect.

If he saw a nice close mountain to photograph,

that mountain was no good.

If we could get to a location site

without fording a couple of streams,

walking through a nest of rattlesnakes

and scorching in the sun,

then he said it wasn't quite right.

We called him "Hard Way Huston."

The food was so awful,

we had to drink Scotch most of the time.

And Katie kept saying, "Wouldn't it be marvelous if we could stay here forever?"

Whenever a fly bit Huston or me, it dropped dead.

I built a solid wall of whiskey

between me and the bugs.

She doesn't drink, and she breezes through it all

as though it were a weekend in Connecticut.

Oh, miss. Oh, have pity, miss.

Could you have happily married Humphrey Bogart?

It never occurred to me.

Was he a funny man to be around?

Light-hearted? Serious?

Uh, he was serious. He was enormously fair.

He was very much of a gent, very well born.

-Frightfully good manners. -Not a tough guy?

Not at all. The exact opposite.

What you being so mean for, miss?

A man takes a drop too much once in a while,

it's only human nature.

Nature, Mr. Allnutt, is what we are put in this world to rise above.

Miss...

I'm sorry. I apologize.

What more can a man do than say sorry, huh?

Such a waste.

Each of Humphrey's wives was fittingly chosen

to accord with the progress of his career.

When he began to act and had so much to learn about the theater,

he married Helen Menken.

Mary Philips was exactly right for him

during the time he required comfort more than inspiration.

But no one contributed so much to Humphrey's success

as his third wife, Mayo Methot.

He found her at a time of lethargy and loneliness,

when he might have gone on playing secondary gangster parts at Warner Bros.

He met Mayo, and she set fire to him,

and blew the lid off all his inhibitions, forever.

Hollywood turns out for the Oscar Awards

by the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences.

The night is bright with stars.

I said, "Well, I got a speech for you. Will you say it?"

He said, "Yes, I'll say it. What is it?"

"When they call your name and you walk up and you get the Oscar,

look at the audience very dramatically for about five seconds,

and then say, 'Well, it's about time.'" But he didn't.

-The winner is Humphrey Bogart in The African Queen.

It's a very long way from the heart of the Belgian Congo

to the stage of the Pantages Theatre,

and I'm very glad to say that it's a little nicer here

than it was there.

I, uh... I just want to pay a slight,

as a matter of fact, a very big tribute,

to Mr. John Huston and Miss Katharine Hepburn,

because they helped me to be where I am now.

Thank you very much.

Acting is a nice racket.

The words "movie star" are so misused, they have no meaning.

The studios can make anyone a star if they get behind them.

That's why I don't kid myself,

why I can't take myself or the business seriously.

1952 found me pregnant again.

We didn't have room for the new baby in Benedict Canyon.

So as Bogie threw his hands in the air, I went hunting

and fell in love with the most beautiful house.

At Warners I had one of the biggest contracts,

but it was restrictive, and I thought I'd do better on the outside.

I finally left. You never saw a guy so happy to get rid of me.

The whole studio system, and the constraints,

were part and parcel of why he started his own production company,

Santana Productions.

Almost no one had their own production companies.

My father was one of the first.

It's your move.

I had some wonderful years at Warners.

I realized they were largely responsible

for what was to follow in my career.

I miss my battles with Jack.

No one ever gave me such good insults as he did.

1953 was a very good year for us.

Bogie worked continually and in good films.

I had gone back to work, after three years, in a movie.

The film was titled "How to Marry a Millionaire."

At the same time, Bogie would be in Italy for "Beat The Devil."

It would be our first separation in eight years of marriage.

We had no script when Bogie arrived.

A very poor semblance of a script.

In heaven's name, Billy, say something.

I said, "Bogie, Jesus,

we may be making a big mistake in going ahead with this."

And there was an opportunity to cut our losses

and get out of the whole thing.

It was Bogie's company, and for this reason,

I felt doubly responsible.

Bogie said, "Why, John, it's only money."

Huston had an idea.

"Instead of trying to do 'Casablanca'

or 'Falcon' over again,

we'll get Truman Capote to write the screenplay

and make it a human picture with lots of heart and humor."

Truman wrote like fury, had the darndest

and most upside-down slant on humor you'd ever heard.

If I loved you a thousand times more than you say you love me,

it still wouldn't make any difference. I've got to have money.

Doctor's orders are that I must have a lot of money.

Otherwise I become dull, listless

and have trouble with my complexion.

But you're not like that now and you haven't any money.

It's my expectations that hold me together.

-Driver. Driver! When "Beat The Devil" was first released,

and when the studios got a look at it,

did they say, "What is this supposed to be about?"

They certainly did, and so did the audiences

and the critics and everybody else.

And when did they begin to realize that it was funny?

It took three or four years for it to begin to catch on.

And then, as you said, it slowly grew into that... into a cult image.

Yeah. How did Bogart and Capote get along?

They got along famously, until I remember one night they began to wrestle.

And, um, quite surprisingly, Truman,

who's a little bulldog, by the way,

pinned Bogie's shoulders to the floor.

Bogie and I formed a group known as the Rat Pack.

In order to qualify, one had to be addicted to non-conformity:

staying up late, drinking, laughing,

and not caring what anyone thought or said about us.

I've worked all my life and I've had the applause.

I'll be damned if I know why I work so hard.

Work is therapy, I guess. It keeps me on the wagon.

I've said I'd like to make enough money to retire and that's all.

But I suppose I wouldn't be happy doing nothing.

In "The Caine Mutiny," I play Queeg,

a man who was given a command

and was unable to accept the responsibility.

Good afternoon, gentlemen.

I liked Captain Queeg. I felt I understood him.

Naturally, I... I can only cover these things from memory.

If I've left anything out, why, just ask me specific questions,

and... I'll be glad to answer them one by one.

Queeg was not crazy. He was sick.

I don't know whether he was schizophrenic,

a manic depressive or a paranoiac.

Ask a psychiatrist.

But I do know that a person that has any of those things

works overtime at being normal.

In fact, he's supernormal until he's pressured.

Then he blows up.

I personally know a Queeg in every studio in Hollywood.

And now I know that you're as anxious as I am to find out what actor

has won the Oscar for the best performance of this year.

The winner is Marlon Brando for On The Waterfront.

I came out here with one suit, and everybody thought I was a bum.

When Brando came out with one sweatshirt, the town drooled over him.

These actor studio types, they mumble their lines.

I can't hear their words.

Why the hell don't they learn to speak properly?

This "scratch your ass and mumble" school of acting doesn't please me.

It's much heavier than I imagined.

I'm no longer the flaming youth. I have responsibilities.

I'm a married man with two children,

and my wife is a very steadying influence on me.

I don't think I'm Bogart anymore.

-Oh, there you are. -And here's Leslie.

I'm probably not a very good father.

It came a little late in life.

I don't understand them,

and I think they don't understand me.

And all I can say is thank God for Betty.

I don't think he really liked being the father of a baby,

but I think as we got older,

we really would have gotten into a groove with each other.

I think he would have been a really good father,

and that's not to say he wasn't when I was growing up.

He was just kind of standoffish.

1956 was to be the year that Bogie and I

were to make our first film together

since "Key Largo" eight years before.

We were both looking forward to it.

We'd been married ten and a half years by then.

Life seemed very good indeed.

Bogie came home one day and told me

he'd run into Greer Garson at lunch.

Greer had said she didn't like his cough

and that he must go to see Dr. Maynard Brandsma, her doctor,

an internist at the Beverly Hills Clinic.

She actually dragged him there for an examination.

Bogie asked if it couldn't be postponed

until after the movie was completed.

We were to start in a week or so.

"Not unless you want a lot of flowers at Forest Lawn,"

said Dr. Brandsma.

I haven't been going out.

I'm supposed to sit here and keep quiet.

I feel tired all the time.

I don't seem to have any pep anymore.

Old age is catching up with me, I guess.

So the words were spoken at last.

"It doesn't look too good."

I could not think in terms of Bogie not living.

It was just totally unacceptable.

A man's illness is his private territory,

and no matter how much he loves you and how close you are,

you stay an outsider.

I have been greatly disturbed lately

at the many unchecked and baseless rumors

being tossed among you

regarding the state of my health.

I have read that both lungs have been removed,

that I couldn't live for another half hour,

that I was fighting for my life,

that my heart has been removed

and replaced with an old gasoline pump.

I'm a better man than I ever was,

and all I need now is about 30 pounds in weight,

which I'm sure some of you could spare.

And believe me, I'm not particular

which portion of your anatomies it comes from.

For a couple of weeks, our life was almost normal.

Leslie had her fourth birthday party out of doors.

We spent Labor Day weekend on the Santana

and had a quiet, happy time in Catalina.

I think the clearest memory I have of my father

is being on the boat.

I can see him laughing.

My father loved the water as much as he loved anything.

It was his solace, the way he rejuvenated himself.

That was where he liked to be more than anything else.

I went upstairs, and his valet was dressing Bogart,

who was lying in the big double bed,

and he put Bogart's trousers on,

and then he put a smoking jacket on.

And he was too weak to even be lifted down the stairs.

There was a dumbwaiter,

and he used to crowd himself into this dumbwaiter

and come down to the first floor,

where he was then put into a chair

and wheeled into the drawing room.

It was a very social gathering, and he would sit there like this

for an hour or two, without really sipping,

'cause he didn't have the strength to lift the glass or light the cigarette.

I don't think any of us knew until almost the very end

what tremendous courage it took for Bogart to get there, sit in that chair,

and for an hour try to be a host.

That's the last picture I have of Bogie.

Um... And quite in keeping with... with the image that...

that I have of him altogether, his whole life.

I remember him coming down in the dumbwaiter and being rolled out,

and, you know, his friends would come in.

He didn't want us to see him like that,

so we were not allowed

to really see him that much during that year.

Spencer and I went to the house, we talked for a while,

and Bogie was entertaining as always.

And he was sitting in a chair in his bedroom, sitting in a wheelchair.

And then we got up to go, so as not to exhaust him.

And, uh, I kissed him goodbye, walked over to the door,

and Spencer walked over and patted his shoulder

and said, "We're on our way."

And Bogie reached up with his hand, patted Spencer's hand,

looked at him and said, "Goodbye, Spence."

Somewhere around midnight, I kissed Bogie goodnight,

this time, for the first time in eleven and a half years of married life,

with no response from him.

I lay down on the bed, and for the first time in almost a year,

I sobbed and sobbed and sobbed.

At no time during the months of his illness

did he believe he was going to die.

Not that he refused to consider the thought.

It simply never occurred to him.

Himself, he never took too seriously.

His work, most seriously.

He regarded the somewhat gaudy figure of Bogart the star

with an amused cynicism.

Bogart, the actor, he held in deep respect.

His life was a rich, full life.

We have no reason to feel any sorrow for him,

only for ourselves for having lost him.

I like people, yachts, chess, politics.

A good drink.

A good wife. Nice kids.

I had those.

♪ Don't take him, he's no good ♪

♪ Trust me, I'm better ♪

♪ He won't hate you like I could ♪

♪ He's too lovely ♪

♪ Take me, I'm bad ♪

♪ Trust me, I'm unforgiven ♪

♪ He won't entertain you like I would ♪

♪ He's too lovely ♪

♪ No, no, no, no ♪

♪ He's not the one you wanted ♪

♪ Take me, take me ♪

♪ Instead ♪