 adventure. Adventure, intrigue, mystery, romance, starring, Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall. Together in the sultry setting of Practical Havana and the mysterious islands of the Caribbean. Bold Venture. Magic names of Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall bring you bold venture and a tale of mystery and intrigue. I just had a thought. Well, let's you and me keep it to yourself, huh? Till I finish totaling up the hotel expenses for the day. Sure. How can a man think about two things at once when he's fitting his brain against an adding machine? Well, this one's shifty. I've got to watch it. You and your army surplus bargains. What's it doing to you this time? Look at that. Look at that total. $99,685 for day's expenses. That's what I always say about you, Slate. You've sure got a head on your shoulder. Well, I was just a trial run. I'm going to have at it once more. What did you pay for the cake you bought for that dinner party? I told you, ten pesos. You could have got it for six if Senora Sanchez is delicatessen. The last time I was there, Senora Sanchez made me help her fold strudel. One of the reasons I went into the hotel business was so that at the end of a day's work I could cuddle up with a clear buck. To save four pesos, you could have folded the strudel or two. Mr. Slate, there's too many here. No bother to tell him, boy. We'll work it out together. Him and me and Rhino here. Yeah, together. And the lady too. All right, then it'll be a party. All we need is one more guest, Matt Wallace. Invite him, Slate. It won't be fun without him. Matt Wallace? I haven't seen Matt in... Oh, see, it must be ten, twelve years and dollars. We work in the oil fields together, dream we'd strike it one day. You're telling me Matt's here in Havana? Yeah, I'd like to see him. You will, Slate. Honest you will. Rhino and me's got a feeling he's going to come here and throw his arms around his old buddy. We want to be here to watch. Yeah, we got a feeling we won't watch. We'll let you know when Matt comes, if he comes. Goodbye, boys. Sorry to break up the party. She's saying goodbye. The lady's saying goodbye. King, yes, Mr. Slate. I escort them out for you. Come on, you two. Rhino, the boy wants to play. Play with them, Rhino. I like you, eh? You're good for me. Let's play, boy. You did the wrong thing, Mr. Irish. It is a nice party. James and everything. Slate, get him off King. Slate, I don't like you. Let the boys have their fun until Matt comes. I hope he doesn't come for a long time, right? For a long time. He came back. Right. I won't ask you anything about Rhino. What do you want? You're my wife, Vy. I want you to listen to me. About what? Let's give Shannon all of it, Vy. Oh, you're crazy. Listen, Vy, we don't need a deep view or I'll strike to Shannon. Get out of here. Go someplace. There's a million places, Vy. I'll show them all to you. We haven't given ourselves a chance. You'll see. Don't tell me a thing, will you? What Slate Shannon got to do with you? Twelve years ago we gave each other a promise. You're crazy, Matt. You really are. The man I took for a husband is out of his mind. You don't know Shannon. He'd have done the same for me. He'd strike oil and give you half for a twelve-year-old promise? Shannon would. Well, if you'd only tell me where, Matt. Just tell me where you made the strike, so I'll know. In case anything happens to me, forget it. I try to all the time. I can't sleep worrying about something might happen to you. Vy, listen to me. Just listen. You'd better get out of here, husband. All right. To Shannon. Like I said I would. I hope you make it, husband. I told you once, Rhino. Don't make me tell you again. Leave the boys' guitar alone. All right. I gotta keep doing something with my hands. You know that. Just waiting around makes me edgy. Don't pout, Rhino. Maybe you'll find you someone else to beat up to fill in the gap till Matt Wallace gets here. You'd do that for your boy, wouldn't you, Ray? Tosh him a bone like that? Any time he cries for it, you'll remember. How can he forget? You're always referee, Rhino's matches with a gunway. In some crazy places, that could be called no contest. My boy's fast, but sometimes he's outweighed. The gun even set up. I have to take care of my boy. King to take him in a round. Couldn't you, King? He's strong, Mr. Slit. It might take longer than that. You're a smart boy. Rhino cuts you to pieces. People, Rhino, are smartened up that way. Still, I'd like to match you, too, for real sometimes. But some other time. Well, look who's here. Hello, Matt. You kept us waiting. Slate. It's been 12 years. I counted him. Me, too, Matt. Meet your reception committee, Matt. Ray and Rhino. Funny songs, witty sayings. Ray? I've heard that name. A little while ago, my wife called me Ray. A woman gets confused sometimes. Ray, Matt, close enough. This won't take long, Matt. What have we been waiting for? Just tell me where you made the oil strike. And we can part friends. You made a strike, Matt? You come to tell me that? Yeah, kid. All those years, I finally made it. But it's just for you and me. No one else. Hear that, Rhino? It's gone to his head. The man's oil happy. Yeah, to his head. Well, uh... Tell us where you made it, Matt. Or I'll sick Rhino on you. Cost me too much. Cost me too many years. You left the Rhino. Yeah, yeah. You fool, Rhino, you crazy stupid fool. I had to shoot him. You told me. You should get out of here. Quick. King, help me with him. He's a live lady, Sealer. We get him to doctor. Take care of him. I'm going after him. Wait, wait. There's a piece of paper. Let's do it. Tell him, I get the doctor. Get a police doctor, King. It's more in his line. It's been gone for a long time, Slate. What happened? I lost him. How's Matt? They took him away in a stretcher. The doctor doesn't know whether he'll live or die. He'll live. All they have to do is give him a piece of adhesive tape and point in the direction of home. The police were here, too. Wrote in little black books. Asked questions. Wanted to know where you were. What'd you tell them? I raised an eyebrow and smiled archly. The police giggled and nudged each other. I don't know why I was here when the shooting happened, huh? No. They kept hitting each other with their elbows. I had to remind them what they came for. Uh-huh. Who's Matt Wallace, Slate? Guy? I used to know him. He gave me something for you. Here. This. Sixteen Avinata Charles of Anacuba. I, Matt Wallace, do hereby deed to slight shunning. He's giving you 50% of an oil field. I read it. What were you looking out of the window for, Slate? Slate, I'm talking to you. Hmm? You say something? Who's Matt Wallace? Why did he... 50%? What do you know? What's the matter with you? Who's Matt Wallace? What's all this about? Okay, okay. Imagine a guy like that, Seller? Like what? Twelve years ago, Matt and I worked the oil fields together. Twelve years ago, we gave up. Matt and I, we shook hands. We told each other if we ever hit, half of it would belong to the other. Then we walked away. What do you know? Matt remembered. An oil strike. Hey, where are you going? I'm a friend of Matt Wallace's. I thought... How'd you find me? This address was scribbled on a piece of paper Matt gave me. I didn't know you came with it. But I'd known I'd have got here sooner. That'd make you Slate Shannon. Come on in. You can close your eyes to how the place looks. I've been tearing it apart. A cheap way they make things nowadays easy to tear apart. That's how you feel about Matt. You rip open his upholstery? I'm his wife. He hides things from me. Like where he made his oil strike? You see right through a girl, don't you, Slate? The things she wants. The people she wants to get in with. Now you take me. I'm not like that at all. Matt says I get half. There's a pact we made. I'm selfish. I don't want to share it with anybody. Oh, but you will with me. For a reason, I've got it. That's a good reason. Now try me with another one. You're a lot like Matt. You have to be bled for your secrets. Ray! Glad you joined us, Ray. I've been looking for you. I'll be able to do something for you if I... The man's got a tight mouth. Take him someplace and it'll loosen it for him. Anything for you, Sugar. It'll be easy, Slate. I'll take you to Rhino. You can ride along on this gun. Sorry, Vi, the man's got me over a barrel. Bye, Sugar. Okay, Shannon, out of the car. You don't push. How friendly the man says. See how nice you can do it. A little help. He learns easy, Ray. On your feet, Shannon. You're going to say we're wallets made that striker or we're going to leave you here on the beach for the gulls. The gulls will get you if you don't watch out. Ain't it funny, Shannon? Laugh. Laugh. You don't know what you're doing. Where's the strike? I don't know. I keep telling it. Rhino, you remember Kansas City? When I had the main club, sure, sure, I remember. Tell Shannon. Tell him. Less than clutch, Shannon. I threw two rides. Like this. Then, then the big one. Did you see, did you see, Ray? Just like in Kansas City. Yeah, I'll say a word or two and I'll throw some sand in his face. And the second act of our story. Bring him home to me. Moses, he look all old. Find Mr. Shannon with sand in his face. Bring him home to Lady Saylor. Now his head need very fine Taylor. He's home, King Moses, but his heart's not in it. Something's happened to Slate Shannon. He's been walking up and down on that patio for an hour now. He'd done that before, Lady Saylor. He's thinking about things, remembering things. Things that happened a long time ago. I felt like I was watching a stranger. This fever for oil. King, hey, King. Yes, Mr. Slate. Hi, Slate. Hello, King. What'd you do with my gun? It's in the... Don't tell him. Slate, why don't you talk to me? What's happened to you that you need a gun? Off the arm, Saylor. Come on, come on. Where's the gun? You gonna tell me, King, or am I gonna have to convince you? Mr. Saylor. Tell him. I'll get it, Mr. Slate. Here, the guns. Now you're on an oil strike, Slate. What are you going to do? The sheer joy of it? I don't know where the strike is. I can't claim it. Why don't you ask Matt? The hospital won't let me see him. He's unconscious. He'll probably die. You're going to help him along with a gun? Look, Saylor, Matt liked to talk. Somewhere in Havana, he must have dropped a word. I'm gonna find out where. See you. You were right not to call out to him, Miss Saylor. He had the look of a man to whose stopping could not be done. He had the look of a man who ought to be banged over the head with a blood instrument. You were waiting for him? No. I'm going to share it with him. Like the man said, see you. You're lousy, Ray. You and your ape, Rhino, lousy. Be kind to us, Sugar. Slate didn't spill after what Rhino did to him. He never will. You should have been here to see me by. I was going good. It's just that the punk washed out on me before I could. It was just it to Matt. That was Bright, too, huh? Shutting his mouth with a bullet. Here, he's in a hospital, alive. Rhino could pry his mouth open again. He could die, too, without making a sound. Yeah, that's possible. Maybe half a million in oil. I'd rather buy a moon for that than all the little moons. Only she doesn't know where it is. Maybe we know someone who does, Sugar. Who? The girl is known as Sailor DeVal. She was alone with Matt when Slate ran after us after we shot her husband. You think he told her? He must have thought he was dying. Man tells a girl a lot of things, and he's dying. Especially about a long dream that came true. All right, get her. Talk to her. See how easy it is when you're nice, Sugar. Let's go, Rhino. Bring your fist. What did he say? What did he talk about? You don't have to get cagey with me, Pedro. What did he tell you about the oil? The oil, you should not do much in the south. I'm going to have to beat it out of you, Pedro. You're the best with your bells on. I'm going brave, man. Six more inches, and Pedro will top five feet. What do you want, Sailor? I'm worried about you. Do something clever with a handkerchief. Cry in it. Come on, Slate. You've been going to these places all night. What's it gotten you? It's gotten me you. Stop following me. Get out of here. Slate, you've got to listen. I don't have to listen to you. I don't have to listen to anybody. Get out of here. All right, Slate. You're difficult to keep up with, Mr. Val. Well, Ray, get away from here. It's been a bad night. Then let's get out of it. Let's say hello to each other at my place. It's not much what we asked, Mr. Val. Just a few pretty words out of your pretty lips. Yeah, pretty lips. Well, right now, I didn't think you cared for things like that. I thought with you it was just broken bones. Anyone's, Mr. Val, even yours. Isn't that sore, I know? Stop putting words in the man's mouth. Even yours, Mr. Val, just like Ray said. Just tell us what Matt told you. As near as I can remember, all he did was groan. And after that, he told you where he made his oil strike. After that, all he did was groan, like this. That's a good word. You pronounce it good. But a rhino can teach you to do it better. I'm with you, kid. Sure he could. But it's all Matt told me. Maybe it is. Maybe Slate Shannon would be a better teacher. Better than Rhino, even. You're going to get Slate to beat me up? Just to die for you, Mr. Val. That's all we'll ask him to do. Just die right in front of you. Jean Moses is happy to see you come home with the Slate. I'm tired. And Miss Salo, she is very tired, too. Salo? Did she not come home with you? No, isn't she home? Maybe she still looked for you. She found me a dozen times. I finally got rid of her. Rid of Lady Salo? This she will never do. You send her away, she will come back. If she not come back, you will go for her. No thing will change this, not you. No, the oil that makes a madness in you. You don't know how it is. Slate Shannon speaking. What? Yeah. Yeah, sure. Right away. I was a hospital king. Lady Salo, something happened? The best thing in the world has happened. Matt Wallace just regained consciousness. He wants to talk to me about the oil, Mr. Slate. Do not go to him. Don't go to him. What's the matter? Have you gone crazy, too? Took a long time coming to see me here in the hospital. I wouldn't let me in. Said you were unconscious, said you were dying. Where is it, Matt? Where did you make this strike? What's to laugh? We wasted a sweet part of our lives looking for oil. We found it. Half of it's mine, like we agreed. Like we met a Salomote. I won my half, Matt. There isn't any oil. Never was. It's a game I played with myself. You're lying. You don't want me in on it. You're wrong. There's a hole in Brazil. A deep, deep hole. The brine at the bottom, salty to the taste. Take it, kid. It's yours, Oliver. What are you talking about? There's a lot for me, Slate, that empty hole in the earth. I told her I'd struck oil someplace in South America. Kept my wife loving me. I held its promise up to her nose. For that, she'd love me. For that, she'd try to get me killed. With a DGK sailor, what kind of a thing was that to do to me? I thought she'd help me, Slate. Help me keep up my little games so my wife would keep on loving me. Not Ray. Not anyone. You look tired, kid. Get some sleep. Yeah. You too. Don't... don't give it up, Slate. I'll find it. I'll still find it. You'll see. Sure you will, Matt. Sure you will. It won't take 12 years this time, Slate. I got an idea. A hunch. Have a nice visit with the sick, Mr. Shah? Oh, yeah. I know I sure did. You should have been here. I'm polite. I wait for you outside in the hole. You're going on another visit, Fendi. You think so? I don't think. Ray does that for me. Ray, you're the gun in your back, which is my band. See the hospital sign, Fendi. It says quiet. That's how I want you to be quiet. Let's go, Fendi. Get here, sailor. When you threw me away, a man came up and took my arm. I'm sorry for that. Slate. Yeah? Go shove your head in the dirt. Ms. Duval says she doesn't know where the oil is either, Shannon. Why bother her? I know. You didn't know a little while ago. Man gets older, he learns more. It works this way, Shannon. You tell me where the oil strike is. You and the girl here join hands and skip all the way home. If I don't, you kill me, huh? Both of you. You and the lady one at a time. Rhino can do it without blood. Yeah. Yeah, he was telling me on the way down. 18 knockouts. One man died. Yeah, one man. Why'd that happen, Rhino? Toledo, my best fight. I wish I could have been there watching you. I'll bet you were great. They'd never forget me at Toledo. Where's the strike, Shannon? I wish you could have seen the newspaper clipping. Me, too. They're gonna say where, Shannon? They talked about it. They wrote about it. Took my picture with a movie actress. They called her a starlet. I was great at Toledo. Show me what happened in Toledo. Huh? Shannon, what are you building? Come on, Rhino. Show me a great fighter like you. Show me on Ray so I can see what happened. Take him, Rhino. Take Ray like you did with that guy in Toledo so I can see what you did. Yeah. Yeah. Crazy. A punch from a crazy man. Stay away from him. I just want to show him, Ray, it was like this. The old cross throw. Dominion! Keep away! And the one Toledo. Rhino! Ha, ha, ha. Then... Don't stand. Come on. Ha, ha. And... And then ask. That's how I was. And then later, the other guy laying under death. But the other guy didn't even get to me. I like this. You're such a smart man, Slate. You open your mouth and people drop like flies. I'm not done yet. There's another one, a woman. Vi Wallace? What are you going to do to her? Just mention her name to the police. Go on home, Sailor. You told me that before. Look what happened. I told you I was sorry. You can stay if you believe me. I believe you. The oil. The sea before. Who needs oil? I've got everything I need. Like what? A hotel. A boat. A friend. King Moses. What else? You. That's my old Slate. See what it gets you? Yeah. Sure. Uh, what'd you say, Sailor? You've got a faraway look in your eye. They're wild-capping oil in Brazil. I read about it. You're going to Brazil? Goodbye. How can I go when I've got you around my neck? You haven't. Give me your arms. Now I have. Better than wild-capping. I don't know. I never kissed a wildcat. And Lauren Bacall together in Old Venture.