 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 Once again, the magic names of Humphrey Bogart and Hull Venture and a tale of mystery and intrigue In Havana they got the chicken and rice and all danger and ladies of spice In Havana there is the Shannon's place rooms to let tobacco in the case mosquito netting to hide the bed and the desperate effort to keep out of the red You see, even your King Moses confesses to it. You need me you too. The impression left hanging in the air before the musical interlude was that you needed us, Mr. Reed. Go on, have another banana. Go on, take another one. I love to watch you eat. We don't get much chance to feed actors around here. Gee, Slate. Look how he peels a banana. The grace. The flourish. The drama. That's because when Mr. Reed was a boy he had advantages. And stardom, Mr. Shannon. Do you realize that when I was a boy only a shade younger than I am now that is. When I was a youngster on top of the heap it took ten persons to handle my fan meal alone. Don't drop the banana peel on the floor, Mr. Reed. I'll pick it up. Take this away, King. And bring another dish of fruit for Mr. Reed. A pomegranate would be nice if it doesn't deprive you. Oh, we got cans of them, Mr. Reed. We have saved them for such as you. Just open a number two can and bring it in, huh, King? As you say, Mr. Slate. You know, my mother used to take me to your pictures, Mr. Reed, in her lap. With the only way she could make me take my afternoon nap. I mean, you thrilled mom to the fiber. And now here I am talking to you in person. I will thrill again if you will only consent to the use of your boat and your knowledge of Manay Island. I don't know, Mr. Reed, running this whole talent. Listen to me, Mr. Shannon. All I have left in the world I've put into this venture, it'll bring me back to the top of the heap. Laszlo, the director, Billy Craig, the cameraman. They are the best. I could get them only by making them equal partners in the company. And all you want is for us to lead you to good background shots in Manay Island. Is that it, Mr. Reed? You find the backgrounds and I'll illuminate them with my talent, and my virility bring romance back to the starving women of the world. Slate. For my mom, huh? She's got a picture of Mr. Reed on her dresser. Make it live again for her. Oh, for your mom and for the starving women of the world. Well, there's King with your palm granted, Mr. Reed. Take it out on the patio, huh? Out there so you can throw the peel to the winds. In front of this jeweler's window I could stand all day, Billy Boy. Just to look at that, for instance, over there. That three-carat diamond. You'd whiten your nose, wouldn't you, Laszlo? Wood and will. When we return to Hollywood, I will have a party for the occasion. Well, let's walk. Guy in the shop's croaking a finger at it. That will be pleasant to have money again. Personally, I think it's a chance to take. Killing Ricky? I don't know. I got penalties for knocking off in Cuba, too, you know. Yes, but on Money Island, so many pitfalls, so many chances for accidental death. Ricky Reed will die and the funds which he has set up for the operation will be to us. Of us, ours. Mine and yours, Billy. Mine and yours. So it is simple. Uh, here's another jewelry store, Laszlo. You want to stop and lock? At your insistence, Billy Boy. There's a heart, sir. Where's Ricky Reed? Out on the patio, acting out in Cognito. I'll bet that's something to see. Oh, it is. Still, he doesn't want us to let anyone know he's here. For a magical figure like him, he's not being very cooperative, sailor. You know what else he is, Slate? Likeable. I like him. Yeah, me too. Well, I hope he gets what he wants. The comeback, the tiger skin upholstery, the aftershave lotion in the swimming pool, the whole deal, whatever he wants. Amen. When do we take him and his crew to Money Island? He's been consulting his astrology chart. He says he'll let me know. Customers, sailor. Do your nip-ups. Welcome to Shannon's place, madam. The hotel nifty, room 350, the moon in your lap, the wave slap slap. All I want is Ricky Reed. Give him back to me. It's where Ricky belongs. It's where he can be safe. Where he can live out his days in dignity and love. Gee, if we knew a fellow like that, we'd sure want him to have all those good things. Wouldn't we, Slate? Gee, and gosh, we sure would. You want him dead. You win that Laszlo and Billy Craig. Death incorporated. You want him dead. You'll take him on that island and kill him and steal his money and let him die alone in a forsaken place. Make a fool of him. That's not the way the plot goes, madam. The plot says Ricky Reed's going to star in his own motion picture on a tropical island. Make a comeback and be famous again and live to autograph again. Ricky told you that. The boy, the dreamer. He's through, finished, a flickering candle, sick with young dreams. Please don't kill him. Just give him back to me. I'll save his money. If we ever run across him, we'll tell him we've got a plan for his investment. Who should we say has this plan? Thelma Bronson, number three wife. He had six, you know. But all the five put together never loved him as much as I. It was at all the newspapers how much I love him, how I follow him through the world. Run through a scrapbook with it, will you, sailor? I want to check with a man about his old age pension. Two fellas. I brought Slade Shannon with me, Laszlo. He's a... Skipper. Come in, come in, come in, come in. A skipper. A skipper? Ricky means he's chartered my boat for the trip to Monet Island. That means skipper. Where's the boat captain? Where's Billy? Like a carefree scamp, he's Billy. With a camera he is on the sidewalks of Havana taking pictures for sending back. Mr. Shannon wants to ask you something, Laszlo. Uh-huh. Sure, ask something? A little while ago a woman walked into my place. Her name was Thelma Bronson. You remember Thelma, Laszlo? Could I forget her? Ask me. Could I forget her? Such anklets and delicate wrists. Your cameraman were going to kill Ricky. But she had no talent. Absolutely she had no talent by the pick. She said you've organized this company with Ricky's money. If Ricky dies, all the money goes to you and your boy. Ricky, Ricky, Ricky. Thelma was lying, wasn't she? Then why should she follow you all the way to Havana? Ricky, tell him. Thelma has never stopped loving me. She has dedicated her life to following me, following me and loving me. That's Thelma's career, and we mustn't speak harshly of her. And you positively want to go on this trip, huh? We will make him epic. Laszlo, you wouldn't. We will leave as soon as possible, Shannon. With a tight skipper. Honest to Betsy, Slade. To who? To Betsy. Honest to her, Slade. I'm enjoying myself. Small, deserted island in the Caribbean. Walking along the beach at midnight in Slade, Shannon. Yeah, makes a girl flip, huh? In spades. Let's just stand here for a minute, huh, Slade? Slade, I feel... Yeah, I know. That's because you're standing in water. Your feet are wet. Hey, back off, will you, Thelma? Right. Slade, look. Hey, what's the matter with you, Buster? What's the big idea of taking putts shots at people? It's a whimsy of mine. I've been taking putts shots at birds for six years. People are bigger. I thought this island was deserted. It's going to be. But first, the humanities. I'm Edward Sloan. I only tell you because it doesn't matter. Slade, Shannon. This is Sailor de Val. Who's she? You know, I ask myself the same question many times a day. You came on this island with three other men. Where are they? Out, looking around the island. For shots for motion pictures. Get out of here. All of you. Because you say so, Buster? I don't want this place cluttered. People come here one, two at a time. They come, go. I watch them. Five people, you, that's too many. Get out. I asked you a question a few seconds ago. We go because you say so? You'll go. I bet he won't shave until we do, Slade. You'll go one way or another. Because I say so. Good night, you two. Stay happy. Oh, shut up. Who can sleep? Slade? Slade, you awake? I'm asking you something. You awake? No, baby. I just bolt out of my bedroom like this whenever one hand slaps another one around. Let's go wake up Ricky, huh? I want to check on how movie actors wake up. There you go, Sailor. I don't think I could. Not without my breakfast first. All right. You don't care who I go around waking up. All right. Ricky, Mr. Reed. Wake up. It's the dawn of a glorious tropical day. It's get-up-in-a-mote time. It's... Ricky. Slade, Slade, come here quick. Please, Slade. Your actor friend hates you in the morning? Look at him, Slade. Dagger in his chest. When I turned him over... Yeah. He's dead. Ricky paid for his own comeback, Sailor. He never made it. Our stars Humphrey Bulgard and Lauren Bacall and the second act of our story. One moment dead, one moment alive. Why should it happen to him? Well, lady warned us it might happen. And it did. We woke you and Billy up so that maybe you could tell why it should happen to him. What's with her, Sailor? What's with her is a question. Somebody stabbed him during the night. Terrible, terrible. Question. How much money did Ricky have invested in this nothing-type production? You will wait, I will think. 100,000, 200,000? About in the middle. A little to this side. Approximately $160,000. Imagine that. And now it belongs to you. Him and me. According to the terms of the contract in Hollywood, everything is contract. He forgets about it, Slate. We're liable to whisper it around that Ricky's murder had something to do with Billy and Lieslow. Or equally you too. You will need proof. Personally, Billy and I resign from the responsibility. That's right, Sailor. Leave us not forget the man with the beard that he slone. He threatened us, remember? Who threatened? What threatened? He shot at us, a guy who lives on this island warned us away. So we're waiting for what? Let's get out of here. There he is, Sailor. He's on our boat. Come on, we're duck standing here. Lieslow, quick, behind these rocks. Hold on your face, Sailor. You all right? I hope these palms are the sheltering-type palms. I'll dig a hole in the sand for your head, baby. You're gonna have a long time finding out. Kill me that madman with the beard. He will kill me. He's reached me. It was for all of us. Shannon, his girl, me, and you. No matter, can't you spare a tear of genius for the rest of us, Lieslow? What matters the rest of us? It is Lieslow who will murder. Lieslow, he will cut off in the prime of Lieslow's life. There's too much in me left to live. Reads money, waiting only for me. The persons they will buy for me. And I only have to write on a piece of paper. I was there when Ricky Reed died. Leave something out, genius? What's too left out? I do not wish to die. You've lost life. What is more is there? Me. When you die, I will take an ad in the papers for a eulogy for your splendid camera work. I don't die, genius. I don't die. You kill. You put Ricky on a knife like a shashlik. For this, you must die sometime. But not now. Not here. In the States, maybe. Yeah. With a glass in my hand and a blonde at my side, lighting sea notes to keep us warm. You got the plan, Billy boy. You got the plan for both of us to stay alive? You got the plan? I know what you got. What include me in? All I've been to you, Billy boy, include me in. All you've been to me, huh? Pick a rock, Laszlo. Any rock. You'll need one to mark your grave. Ten hours, Taylor. That's a pleasant thought. I thought it was ten hours, ten hours ago. I wonder where they got this heat. Yeah. Hey, what are you doing? I want to see if a flag of truth will work. Slate, listen to me. That heat's been beating against the back of your neck. A Digest magazine say that's not healthy. You should take a little, uh, a lot of time. Slate, come back here. Stay there, silly. Eddie! Waving at something, Shannon? Yeah. You. Why do I come aboard my boat? I don't mind. As long as there's people around, I could use a conversation. Just keep your distance, Shannon. What's on your mind? Did you stab a man last night? Never did. All the nights I remember. Never stabbed. I thought you wanted us off your island, kid. What made you change your mind? I said get off, you did. Now you gotta go my way, Shannon. How I want it and when I want it. One by one, huh? And your turn isn't yet. Go on back to your lady, Shannon. Hey! Hey, mister! Another white flag, weaver, Shannon. Yeah? I wanna talk. Come on. Talk. I wanna give you something. Money. You don't look like you're carrying very much. I got it. Over a hundred grand in the States. And you'll bring it back? Is that what you're saying? Yeah, I'll leave Shannon the dame I'll leave it. Honest? You shot him down in cold blood, Eddie. You want yours now? No? Get back to your dame. What kind of a man is he, Slate? Kill like that in cold blood. I met his type before. Something turns him sour, the world maybe. The way things crowd in maybe. Put your mind to it and it's not so hard to understand. He's an animal. That's all I need to understand. Maybe you've got enough trouble. Keep him simple. He's trying to kill me and you. How simple does it have to get? That could be worse. You could die someplace other than the Caribbean island. You could die where a trade wind never touched your hair, side across your cheek, followed the lines of your mouth. Cut it out, Slate. You make it so attractive. You should sell insurance. You should. Whatever bill of goods I sold you hasn't brought you much hazard sailor. You've got any now is the time to turn him in. Last chance, kid. The windows can close without you knowing it. Let me think. Well? Let's see. There's the time you dribbled my tortillas down the sidewalk just to prove to everybody what a lousy cook I was. Well, you are a lousy cook. One more try, kid. There's the time you'll never let me finish telling you what it is to be a good cook. There's the time you'll never let me finish telling you what it is to be with you. The hurt, the laughs, the free rides. Oh, shut up. Slate. I said shut up. Come here, Slate. What was that for? Just to prove something to myself. Like what? Like I'd be crazy to deprive myself of that stuff. Don't go there, Slate. Are you out of your mind? Make a move and Sloan will kill you. Not if I move in the right direction. Go get a balcony seat and a palm tree, Slate. This will be a part you never came in on. Help me aboard the boat, Eddie. I remember how to do this. I came down here to get an opinion. I'll put the gun down and consider it. You know, when I was running from the cops in Havana, a girl on the street stood there and watched. I thought, you know, she was like you. How do you know? You never found out? Maybe I missed a lot of things. A man like you? A man like you could have it all back. You selling Shannon out? I haven't made up my mind. Help me. You want me to let that director and Shannon go, don't you? That's not a bad bargain. You'll see. It wouldn't be of that. I'm sorry. It wouldn't be of that. Only this. A monkey's a start laughing at me. You know why? Because your fellas would bring back other fellas for me. For you. Take us both away. If I tell Shannon that's the way it is, that's the way it'll be. Those six years I've been on this island, you could wipe it all out. It's a deal? I don't know. It's a deal. Sit down, honey. What for? When it's a deal, I'll tell you. Right now, you stay. Listen to me. You stay. Reach over and hand me that rope, honey. Thanks. Put your hands behind you. It's going to take me time to make up my mind. I don't want you to go away. I don't want to have to hurt you. I want you to stay right here. Hey, Laszlo. Stay away from me. Billy tried to get me killed. Now you stay away from me. You got a knife. I want it. I have no knife. The man on the boat killed Ricky. Give it to me. Oh, you're going to give it to me? Here, here. I give it to you in the heart. Give me this much trouble, diddy. I'll get back to you later. After I see the man on the boat. Oh, you will see. You will die. I will. Mr. Shannon with a knife. Be careful. I shut him. Thanks. You want to keep coming or you want me to go after you? You're the bright boy. You figure it. Let's make this brief. I'll come after you. I'll get you, Shannon. You and me, baby. You and me. My rifle gives me a long reach, kid. It's your breeze. Let's stop playing marbles, huh? Don't do it, Shannon. Don't stick. Don't talk, kid. You'll get throat scratch. Take your daemon, get off the island. He'll kill two men. Look, you're alive, aren't you? Go home. Forget about it. On your feet, Eddie. What did you do with Sailor? Tie her up. She's okay. Walk. Sailor, keep your ropes on, kid. I'll be right there. It's late. What brings that stupid expression to your face? Tell, baby. I had a chance to get in talking pictures and you blew it. It was late. You want to be a talking picture actor? Once in the life of every man. Well, we got to find out till you got talent. Hoist your pants, leg. Let's take a look at the ankle. Hmm. Boney. What's boney? It'll be a sensation in technicolor. Come here, baby. No, no, not like that. Pucker. Like this? That's right. Hold for a still. Bye, baby. It's time for another exciting adventure starring Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall together in Bold Adventure.