 bold venture, adventure, intrigue, mystery, romance, starring Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall. Together in the sultry setting of tropical Havana and the mysterious islands of the Caribbean. Once again, the magic names of Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall bring you bold venture and a tale of mystery and intrigue. If I wasn't so tired, sleep, I'd take what's left of the night to thank you for putting me and the kid up. I'll watch to thank. A friend I haven't seen in 12 years comes to me with his little girl in the middle of the night, asked for a place to sleep. I sell it to him. That makes me big. Makes you very attractive to us, Mr. Shannon. We've had a tiring journey. My father needs his rest. And you don't, do you, honey? You're wrong, Mr. Ball. I'm 11 years old and my bones are very weird. We're giving you the bridal sweet doll so you can rest your weary bones on silk. That'll be a welcome change. Thank you. I got myself a queen, eh, Slate? With diamonds in her eyes. Here's your room, Joe. And here's yours, Ruthie. Sleep good. We've got lots to remember in the morning. Yeah. Good night, Slate. I'm glad it's you I found in Havana. Before you go, Mr. Shannon. You got change, Seller? For what? A buck. Change won't be necessary. My piggy bank doates on dollar bills. Ruthie, baby, don't be greedy. It's not that, Pop. It's only that I'm sure Mr. Shannon and Mr. Ball will savor the delicious warm glow that comes to them who go. Honey, child, I can learn so much from a girl like you. Give the piggy bank the buck, Slate. That's a good price for a warm glow. A bargain. Here, Ruthie. Thank you. Good night. Now, how about that? Joe Ryan with a kid. Does me good. You like him, huh, Slate? No, I shouldn't I. Joe's an artist. Ten years ago, he was the most promising white heavy in the ring, a cute right hand that only had to travel six inches. What killed the promise? What always killed it, Seller? Quick dough, women to match. When I met Joe, he was working the carnies, taking on all comers, me included. Fifty bucks to whoever could take him. You fought him? For 12 seconds, including the count, took me two seconds to keep my oversized trunks from diverting the crowd. Otherwise... Oh, sure you would. Lock up, Slate. We won't have any more customers tonight. Long way to the shadow. You want to register, Mr.? Maybe later. First, I want to ask my old pal, Joe Ryan, a few pertinent questions about the accommodations. Oh, that's fair. Joe's room's up at the head of those stairs. One B. You show me, Mr. I get lost in Havana hotels. Now, look at... Don't argue with the potential room and bath, Slate. Show the gentleman. All right. Come on. Joe. Joe Slate. There's a man here who... Hey, look, Slate, I'm more... Hey, what is it? Came to wish you pleasant dreams, Joe. Joe, don't call him, Mr. Joe will never answer you. And don't move or no one will ever answer you. Good night. Good to see you again, sir, sir. You did me a fine favor, Curvio, in this envelope. 100 bucks. Thank you. It was he, was it not? He was, sir, Joe Ryan, like I told you, no? Mm-hmm. Yeah, like you told me. You'll never see him again, Curvio. Maybe his picture on the paper. But that's all. It's a shame. Sir Ryan was a colorful hombre with his fists. This I remarked to myself the whole time I both brought him from Key West to Havana. Uh, point of information, amigo. What did Ryan pay you for bringing him to Havana? I'll say 100. Perhaps I should have asked for more. What do you mean? I have already seen your blake. I've seen your Ryan made a double cross concerning a fight. He has been whispered above. Ryan got suddenly rich. Heh, he's a fortunate man. However, now he's dead, see? He was a fortunate man, see, or was upon a time. Ruthie, don't look like that. Cry, hide in the dark, whatever kid's supposed to do, and... When her father's killed, I wouldn't know, Mr. Vaughn. Come here. Let me hold you. No. No. Ruthie, I just... I know. You want me to sit on your lap so you can rock me to sleep. I don't think I want anyone to touch me. Just Pop. Ruthie, where's your mother? We could send for her. She's dead when I was a little girl. Pop said she was pretty and very gentle. No one else? My Aunt Sarah. She lives in Camden. That's New Jersey. Ruthie, you wouldn't tell the police when they asked you about Joe. Would you tell us? Yes, Mr. Shannon. Why did he come to Havana? He had a prize fight in Kansas City. Main event. He promised me it was his last, and Pop won. And then he went to a man, and the man gave him a lot of money. And it was late at night. We took a plane to Miami, and then the bus to Key West. Pop said, wait till we get to Havana, Ruthie, and Slate Shannon. And then there was a man with a boat, and it was late at night, and he brought us here. The man with a boat? Who was he, Ruthie? I don't know. It was a fast boat, and it moved through the water like its name, like a dolphin. The dolphin? That's what the boat was called? Yes. Then we docked, and Pop carried me to your... Please. Please hold me. Ruthie's giving you what you asked for, Sarah. Rocket asleep. You! I want to talk to you. The emotion, senor, is not shared by me, by this hermosa senorita. On your feet! What do you want of me? You've been pointed out as the bus driver who owns a boat called the dolphin. Oh, oh, senor, you wish to make it for hire of my boat. Oh, see, sit down. We will make duck, digger, and establish prices satisfactorily. Make talk about Joe Ryan. Por favor. I do not understand. Joe Ryan, guy you brought over from Key West. The gentleman who fights fisticuffs. See, Joe Ryan, I did it to him, brought him to Havana. It was my pleasure and my honor. He's illustrious with fame, a matador at the square circle. As I have said, it was my pleasure and my honor. You sent him to my hotel and fingered him, didn't you? Senor, you were orting my... Didn't you? No, no, no, no, senor. I swear it. I swear it upon everything knows. Oh, I did not do it. Perhaps, perhaps in your... Perhaps what? See, you're Ryan, such a well-known man. Perhaps word of his arrival was well known. The chamber of commerce would... Sleep with it, Carvio. Nothing tells me you're going to need the rest. You're looking for a room? I'm looking for a little girl named Ruthie Ryan. Ruthie? She's sleeping. I don't think she ought to be... Wake up, please. I'm her mother. Oh, back from the beyond, huh? What are you talking about? Ruthie's mother is dead. Of course she is. Joe Ryan and I were going to get married. Joe's dead, too. That's why I want Ruthie. I promise Joe, if anything ever happened to him, I'd take care of Ruthie. Funny. Ruthie never mentioned you. She talked about an aunt Sarah in Camden, New Jersey. That's where we're going to send her. My advice to you is to go to Camden. Look, where's Ruthie? I didn't come here to listen to another... Back up, girly. Look, you... As long as we're going to hassle, we might as well make some rules. Queensberry, catch as catch can. Hey, you don't know what you're doing. You don't... Either you're waiting, Camden, or waiting that chair over there. Wait till Slate gets back. You didn't let me finish. I said you didn't know what you're doing. You just bought a ticket to nowhere at all. We slept late in the morning. We always left a real late call. Your plane takes off at 5.45, Ruthie. We've got to give the Jeep plenty of time to get there. Get in, honey. Ever ridden in a Jeep? No. Is it fun? After you've ridden in this one, Ruthie, you'll be a child with a past. Well, that's not overplay it, isn't it, Sailor? The crate may be nocneyed, but she... I know. She gets you there. Fasten your safety belt, Ruthie. Once Slate gets into those upswept goggles, he's... Slated. I came to lift a bird, Shannon. Joe's little girl. Give it to me. A killer complete with black car. Consider it, Sailor. Give me the kids, Shannon. Unless you want this gun to make that Jeep your... Do what he says, Slate. Do it. Go with the man, Ruthie. Ruthie, we... Don't be frightened from me. I'll go. That's my kid. Right. Glad I got a little girl like you, baby. Hey, give me your hand. So, Daisy. Now the baggage, Shannon. All of it in my back seat. Your tip, Porter. Don't run after us. Because my offer still stands. You'll die. To bold venture our stars Humphrey Bogart and Lauren McCall and the second act of our story. Inspector LaSalle. Inspector. Observe, please, the sign on the wall above my desk, senorita. Silencio. A free translation of which concerns the keeping shot of the mouth. Do it to yours. Look, LaSalle, you've been sitting there on that swivel of yours for the past hour just looking at us. What's the matter, don't you believe us? A friend of mine was knocked off in front of my eyes. This little girl was taken away from us. I gave you the description of the killer. I also suggested you pick up a guy who runs a boat between Key West and Havana. Silencio gave you... So many gifts you give me. I bow low. Another question, senor Shannon. Since when is it your duty to do mayhem upon citizens who run boats between here and Key West? To force them to go into hiding so that he cannot be traced. And what about the other? I point to another sign, senorita. E-X-I-T. Which spells exit. Which stems from the Latin, meaning close the door softly. You just can't throw us out of your office, LaSalle. You've got murder on your hands and you need us to help. E-X-I-T. Now let's go, Silen. What are you going to do with a bird brain like him? That's not important, Slate. What about Ruthie? Well, that's a good question. You got a good answer? Neither have I. Nowhere in Joe's baggage are the kids. I went over it with a fine edge razor blade. Bags, clothes, the deal. It's not there. Ruthie knows where it is, don't you, baby? All that money your double-crossing daddy took away from us in Kansas City? You killed him. Joe did wrong, baby. Now look, Ruthie, your daddy won a fight he shouldn't have won. You made us a promise and he broke his promise. And when a man breaks a promise like that, he dies. Now look, honey, tell us where the money is, huh? You tell us where the money is? By your doll? The gold piece in that piggy bank? Let Mr. Shannon and Mr. Val live a long time. They loved my father. They loved me. They were sending me back to Aunt Sarah. You leave them alone. Tell us where, Ruthie. And you can still go to your Aunt Sarah. Now? Well, maybe after a nap, huh? After you've dreamed how nice it'll be, Shannon and that Mr. Val don't have to go away like Joe did. Play it all here, Connie. Like you told me you used to do when Joe was around. You think to consider if you're a boxing man, a lion hearted slugger or a fancy dan, shun those pillows who are quick on the draw, a bullet is more final than a hook to the jaw. This suggestion is open to all who hear and for Joe Ryan who will shed a tear. He was a man who tried to win twice. I said cut it out. Mr. Slate, I was only trying to put into music. But you're not looking at the look on Slate's face, King. I too am unhappy about what has happened. This of my music is how I feel about it. This is the only way I know how to tell about it. Go out and sing it to the seagulls. See what I mean? We better just fold our tense King and make like Aaron's. Get out of the way, sailor. Now I've got to hand it to you, Corville. You've got a lot of guts. It's not going to change one. Gently, gently, sailor. It is to your advantage that I am here. If you break my face, I will not be able to talk to you. Talk, Chico. For how much money? I'm going to have to pay, huh? What does that buy me? That buy me anything? That you are a fool. Do you think I walked in here to enjoy watching myself being beaten? You think that you are a fool? What are you selling? A child called Ruth and a woman called Connie Jordan. And a killer called Eddie Blake. I could break every... Break? Break? It will only get you broken things. Not where are these people? One hundred dollars will get you that. Okay. One hundred dollars. Where are they? Casamira Blanca in Puente Torreno. Grab the hundred bucks out of the safe, sailor, and slip it into his pocket. And we're going to carry him to Puente Torreno. That duck, senor Sharon. Look how she waits in moon clothes with open arms to embrace your emotional support. You're a pretty boat. You're a poetic water rat, aren't you, Cavio? I give you this added attraction free from nothing. You've got soft water in this port high here. Maybe it'll wash off. I doubt it. A man like Cavio here leaves a stain a foot deep. Got your motor, sailor. These are in. Hold it. Hold it. I'll tie her up. You too, Cavio. Come on. She's fast, sailor. Wait here for me. You're not going alone, sailor. That's right. I'm not going alone. Cavio here is going to hold my hand. Listen to me. If I show me to them, they will... Kill you, Cavio. I'll plead your case. Come on. Slate, I could kill you, too. Here's a dime, sailor, if I'm not back in half an hour, call the local John Downs. And don't forget, I'll want change. Your arm, Cavio. Please, sailor. I give you big bonus for this hundred dollars. This is the room. Let me go from you now. I'll need you to knock on the door, Cavio. Knock. Oh, sailor. I could use your head for a door knocker. I could... What makes a thinly man like you so passionate? See? I knock. I knock. You should never have found me, sailor. I showed you the way, killer. Now, Cavio here showed me the way. It's a world full of people who do your favors. It makes me have faith again. And make a prayer for your guide, Shannon. Oh, senor, it is only that I... I told him I'd plead his case. You don't give a man time to take a breath, do you, killer? Yes. Suddenly went fresh, Shannon. Curvio always smelled a dead barracuda. Ah, breathe how fresh the air is now. I give you one deep breath. I want Joe's kid. I want Ruth. I promised her I'd give you back to her dead. I don't want to break my word to a good little girl like Ruthie. You give me to her like that, they bury Joe's double-crossed money with me. You had it all the time? I underestimated Joe. I thought he'd keep it close to his heart. In my hotel safe in Havana, you give me Ruth, I send you the dough. I got a better idea. Just flesh through my head. I saw sparks as it went through. We'll all go to Havana. You, Ruthie, Connie, me, it's gone. You like my idea? It's a stunner. Get the kid. Move Curvio out of the doorway, huh, Shannon? I don't want the sight of him to spoil my trip. We got ourselves a rough night, haven't we, Shannon? Don't worry about it. Ruthie okay, sailor? Mm-hmm. She's below with Connie. They're both trying to sleep. How much did Ryan run out with, Blake? Once you know, I thought you said you had it in your safe. And you know a thing? You better have it in your safe. Joe gave it to me in an envelope, but it has name on it. I didn't open it. You should have. You would have gotten a smile out of 20 grand. $21,000 bills. It's a lot of dough for a win in Kansas City. Ryan was supposed to go in the tank, but he didn't. He threw a right that knocked his opponent into the third row. Ryan sold me out. I'd sell you out, too. Face it, Mr. Blake. You're the type. You were telling me a story. Yeah, sure, a story. Ryan made a deal with a bookie. I got to the bookie. He told me after it was all over. Said he paid off Ryan in 20 G-notes. And you feel you're entitled to it, huh? Yeah, look at the trouble I went through. Ruthie, what are you doing up here? Come on. Let's take you and your piggy bank down below. I wasn't sleeping, Mr. Vol. Come over here, Ruthie. You can hold the wheel. Miss Jordan fell asleep. She tried to ask me where Daddy's money is. I wouldn't tell her. She drowned off. That's all right, Ruthie. We know where the money is. You do? Of course we do. But how do you know? I never told you. You'd better go down to the cabin, Ruthie. Wait a minute, kid. I said wait. Mr. Vol, Mr. Vol, catch. Catch my piggy bank. What? Catch it. There's your money, Blake. Get it. Hey. Hey, the wind. The wind. Get it, Blake. There goes another one. You missed it, huh? There's one over there. Thanks for asking. You know, people, if I had caught that piggy bank, Mr. Blake wouldn't be flat on his back now. Pop put it in my bank. It was there all the time. What's going on up there? I'll go down and talk Mr. Jordan back to sleep. Lock us in. Nice kid, huh? I was like that when I was a little girl. I grew up nice too, didn't I? I'll let you know when we get home. Give me the wheel, sailor. You like it, slave? I'll turn around. All right. Nifty, huh? Yeah. It's a marvel to me what they do with bathing suits in this day and age. Ruthie's headed to me from Camden, New Jersey. This is the first time I've ever had a bathing suit from Camden. The material is nice, but it's a little baggy in the knees, don't you think? No, knock it, slave. The kid said it to me, and I'm going to wear it. Well, you could put a tuck in here, and here a tuck, and here a tuck, and everywhere a tuck tuck. Pocket here. What are you going to do with the sleeves? This. Like them around your neck? What's to like? They're all woolly itch. Then try this. Like that? Try it again. All right. Well? They're still itch. Here, you can have them. What am I going to do with woolen sleeves? You can wear them for open-toed socks. Come here, sailor. Now, put your arms around my neck. All silk. I love it.