Humphrey Bogart, Private Dick

It is 1941 and the soon-to-become-superstar actor Humphrey Bogart is having trouble with dames. A gorgeous dish in a long silver lamé gown, with over-the elbow opera gloves, is trying to put little round holes in him. His third wife, “Sluggy” Methot, is a caution. Known as the “Battling Bogarts,” the couple routinely drinks too much and fights too much. "Sluggy" has been known to stab Bogie with a knife, and on one occasion tries to burn down the family home. Believing he will never make the top ranks of Hollywood stardom, Bogart wants to quit the movie business. (He has no idea his superstardom awaits just around the corner.) So he gets himself a “buzzer,” a detective’s badge, planning to try sleuthing for a living. Then the roof falls in. A coven of superstar actress Lesbians, a Nazi hit squad, and Hollywood’s favorite gangster-murderer-pimp are on Bogie's trail. Bombs and bullets and screaming death from the sky are everywhere. And when his pleasure boat runs into an all-steel whale and is almost destroyed, Bogart wakes up to discover he has a real problem. In real, not reel life. It will take mre than a bored screenwriter to get him out of all this danger.