 adventure, intrigue, mystery, romance, starring, art, 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. Now in Havana there is a small hotel, from here to there they compel men, no elevators or curtains of lace, it's known all over as Shannon's Place. You like that, Mr. Slick? I sure do. Do you have another verse, King? Every time, Miss Sailor. Look, we've got work to do if you don't mind, I'd like to get on with it. Right now we mind, King's in a singing mode. Go ahead, King. Mr. Shannon, he run this small hotel, he mind who like Havana so well, he would rather starve in this city than have a million dollars in Cincinnati. Thanks, King. Now it's your turn, Whit. Go ahead. Well, we've been sitting here for three hours now talking about it. All I'd like you to do is say yes or no. Oh, what'd I say, Sailor? Yes or no? Well, I'd like it. That's the thing I've always wanted to do. If you want my opinion, Mr. Slick, sure, I've heard stories like this before. Spanish gold. Nothing ever happens. Down in the barrio, secret treasure mats get sold all day long. I know the man who draws them. The man just made a point, Whit. I beg your pardon and yours, too. Because I'm not making myself clear. Look, I have nothing so tangible as a map. All I have is this knowledge that on the island in Flamingo Cay, there is Spanish gold. And this you learned in college. That's right. You people don't have to smile about it. Mr. Cheney and I are serious. That's why he sent me to you. You don't have to smile. I wasn't smiling. Thank you, Mr. Val. Let's see the charts again. Sure, sure, Mr. Cheney. And look, see, your boat could make it easily, right, right through the Bahama Channel and along the banks. Now, here, here's Flamingo Cay, about 30 small islands. Now, this one, here's one. Do South of Eximus Sound. Here's a nickel slate. Yeah. Heads we go, tails we don't. Tails we don't. I said two out of three. That's right, you did. Heads. One more. Heads we go. Well, start in the morning. We're about sick. Oh, that's swell, swell. I'll see you then, huh? I don't think I'll be able to sleep. You won't be sorry. Take it easy, boy. I'll be his type in college. Sucker. I want to tell you something, Joe, just between you and me. All right. I feel good. I feel good all over. Well, I'm glad for you. Yeah. That's a feeling I like. All that loot just waiting for me. For both of us. For both of us. You're a greedy boy, Whit. That's what makes you so useful. But you'll remember something, Whit. Anything you ask me, I'll remember. Anything you tell me, I'll remember. That's good because it's my party I called a dance you won't forget now, college boy. Joe, tell me more about yourself. Tell me again how a man like you comes on a dream like this. Yeah, I had me a boat once. I tore the insides out of it on a coral reef in Flamingo Cay and I got ashore. It is like you said, the stuff that glinted on the beach wasn't just sand. You make me young again, Joe. You just lay there teasing me, Pirates Loot whispering to me in the sun. Then a shadow come over, a guy and his wife. Mr. and Mrs. Mark Bryan? Yeah. College boy, Mark Bryan and his wife. He told me that I didn't belong to them. He told me don't touch. He told me fix your boat and go away. I went away. But he won't do that to us again, will he? Uh-uh, college boy. And our sucker, Slade Shannon, in that pretty drain that hangs on them. What do we do with them, Joe? We use them. Then we lay a Spanish dub balloon on their forehead so they shine in the sun so the seagulls can find them. Oh, thank you, Joe. I can sleep now. Now, where he looks worried and he's got education. The bold venture has gotten through Barry Arese before. Hey, look, Cheney, why don't you trail your feet in the water, light a cigarette, or spit into the wind, the things people are supposed to do on a boat? You're a good sailor, Shannon. Look at that island. That's pretty, huh? All that loot and all you have to do is tie up at that pier. That's pretty small. I'll make it. Five feet here, Slade. Shannon. Yeah? It's not a whole lot of room between the bottom of this pole and that coral. Quarter less... That does it. We'll tie up here. Maybe. Huh? Look what we've got, a committee standing on to be. He's got a gun, Cheney. What is this? What it is is Mark Bryan and Ms. Bryan looking as redheaded as you. Sailor! Sailor! What is it, Slade? I'll make her fast. I'm going calling. That looks like a shotgun the man's holding. He couldn't miss with it if he tried. Just make her fast, Sailor. If you're a Mrs. Bryan, my name is Slade Shannon. Hello, Slade Shannon. Get back on your boat and get out of here. I've counted four on your boat. We can put you up. We're lousy with bamboo shacks. I weave them in my spare time. You've come for the gold. It's dug up and put away. I didn't say anything about gold. Who are you trying to fool? That man, him, standing on the pier? Don't you think I know him? Joe Cheney. Why don't you just listen for a minute? Listen? You listen. What do you think I know? No. Bryan. Oh. Crazy college punk. Shot my husband. What do you know? Someone finally called Mark's bluff. Pick him up, Mr. Shannon. As I said, I've got accommodations for everybody. All right, my boy. I don't expect you to mend me without some hurt. One more twist of bandage and you will... You know your good, Slade. If I'm ever shot in the shoulder, if I'm ever hurt, remind me to call you. I'll do that. Two weeks and you'll have your shoulder back, Mr. Bryan. You want me to be grateful? Shall I kiss the hands that heal me? I think we could bear it. Don't misunderstand me, you two. It's only that for me the difference between living and dying is very slight. I rather wish your friend had potted me into eternity. I'll go get your wife, Mr. Bryan. No, no. Leave her there with her newfound excitements. Two new men. That can make Lucy very happy. See? This occasion is a rare delicacy for Lucy. Life with me on my island bores her. It's bored her for 12 years. You could have taken her away. Anywhere in the world she wanted to go. And maybe she'd be with you on your head. You mean the gold. The gold you and your friend is so hungry for? You're quite right. I could have used it for that. But I have no taste for it. Then this wasn't a college boy's fairy tale. There is gold here, Mr. Bryan. Enough to make all men kneel at your feet, Mr. Val. I need gold for that slate. You're ahead with the man said. Then listen more to what I say. This is your fee for probing in my shoulder. For trespassing on a world I meant to keep for myself. Wash up, slate. Get your money and let's get out of here. Not money, Mr. Val. A suggestion. I suggest you and Mr. Shannon take your friends and get off my island. I suggest you forget its existence. I suggest you will never find what you're looking for. Accept that. Accept the sound of death. Tonight you two sleep well. Good, college boy. You impressed, Miss Bryan, I could tell. Redheads in me, Joe. There's an affinity. I tell her the things I do for a girl like her if only I had money so she whispers in my ear where her husband hit the loot. The other side of the island. Take it, you says. It's yours. And now you go to work on Miss DeVal at Sailor Girl, huh? Hide someplace where you can watch me, Joe. Be a revelation to you. I couldn't live without it. You're on your own, college boy, now don't lousy. She'll love every minute of it. Who bites you? Oh, it's you. I thought it... You have the look of a girl who's sorry she's alone, Mr. Val. As if you were waiting for someone to knock at your door. But not me. Right again. Not you. Mr. Shannon. Slate said he wanted to look around the island. Maybe you'll go find him for me. No. We've had a nice chat. Good night. You dislike me for shooting, Mr. Brian? I'll find other reasons. Give me time. Anything you ask, Mr. Val. I thought that if you're really tired of being alone, we could go for a walk. Tropic moon, the surf. Sometimes a girl wants things like that. Go beat on another shack, college boy. I've got strong sales resistance. Even with this gun in my hand? It could shoot your resistance full of holes, Mr. Val. It could. Why don't we walk, Mr. Val? You and I. The petition had opened the door. I thought maybe you'd like to walk... Walk right in. Huh? Walk right in, Shannon. Don't ever argue with a 45 walk. Turn around, Shannon. What did you do with Sailor? Bought your lip, kid. Bought it hard. You stay unconscious too long, Shannon. You'll rot. Come on, Slate. We'll have to do better than that. What's the... Well, that's better. Open your eyes. Help me up. Thanks. Where's Sailor? In the boat. I guess she's in the boat. Look out the window. Huh? Yeah. Hey, the boat. Gone? That's right. She's in the boat. Only the boat's gone. To Bold Venture, our stars Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall and the second act of our story. And all we have to do is dig right here. I'd rather they'd cross me up. Keep your sweat for the digging, college boy. It'll be here. I said dig. Maybe if he digs hard enough, it'll turn out to be his grave. You're real funny, Mr. Val. You run a boat good and you're real fun. What did you do to Slate? Did I forget to tell you? I hit him on the head. With a butt in to this 45, it must have hurt him because he didn't talk back. That's what I'd done with Slate. You dig for a while, Joe. I want to tell a lady about the splendors of where we are. A little-known fax shall enjoy it. Do that, college boy. Maybe it'll do something for me too. This lagoon you sailed us into, Mr. Val. It's really just a saltwater lake filling up a hole that used to be a volcano. Imagine that. And all of this, this cove with these sheer cliffs all wrong rising up into the sky like a cry for help. Stunning, isn't it? It makes me weep, the sheer stunningness of it. And that hurricane hovering over is like a black winged bird. But it won't touch us here. Because Mother Nature built this place so no storm could touch it. Em is for the million things. And on the other side of the island you're Mr. Shannon. The redhead, her husband, all at the mercy of a tropical hurricane and no place to hide. Will you cry for Mr. Shannon, sir? Oh, I found it, kid. It's here. Just like she said, it's all here, wrapped in an old sail. Let me look at it, Joe. Get out of the way a second, look at it. We're through here, kid. Yeah, yeah. Like the boat ready, Mr. Val, we're sailing away from this lovely place. Wrong again, college boy. What? The black winged hurricane, remember? The one you were telling me about? Bolts dying it, even with me sailing them. Joe, she's right. We wait here and it blows away. I don't mind, Joe. I don't mind a bit. I got the goal to keep me warm. The whole thing strikes you funny. Well, consider it, Shannon. Look at it the way I do and join me in a big, fat laugh. Yeah, I know. It's about your husband. You're getting a reaction from his shoulder wound. Him lying in our shack, drinking up all this tropical paradise? Him? No, nope. You want to know what makes me laugh? You can see it from here. The moon. I can see it. A fire moon. A hurricane moon. Hey, look, Mrs. Bryan. It's an intimate time, Sailor Lucy. I'll answer you. Where do they take Sailor? Lucy. Where do they take her, Lucy? Now we're intimate and you worry about Sailor. So help me out. You gonna hit me? Go ahead if you operate that way. Chaney and Whit put her on the boat because she can navigate out of this reef. Tell me where they went. The other side of the island. We could cuddle up, make a song out of that. That's where the loot is, isn't it? That's where I help Mark Berrien. Now I know what's funny. I'll laugh at you and you laugh at me. That's one way of spending a hurricane. Maybe you're not impressed. That hurricane's really coming. Listen to me, Lucy. I didn't figure it, Shannon. What does my ear I tingle all over? I told him where the treasure was and he ran out on me. We gotta get out of here. None of us is getting out of here. How do we get to the other side of the island? Why? What for? You've got to listen to me, Lucy. The other side of the island, we've got to get there. You know a way, don't you? It's far. We'll get your husband. He can walk. We can't leave him here. It's far. It can't be too far. It's a small island, Lucy. You miss the mood, Shannon. Sure. Sure, I'll take you. All you got to do is hold my hand. You know something, Joe? What? I'm glad we're down here and not up there. People could die up there on top of the island in that hurricane and we don't want to die, do we, Joe? That's right, Ken. I sit here and I dream of what I can do with all this loot. Makes me shudder. Sends chills down my back. Care to share it with me, Miss, do I? Maybe I would. Why? Because I see you in a new light, College Boy. That would be the reflection of all this gold, wouldn't it? That's part of it. Tell me, what else would there be? You, the way you are. The dark things you stir up in a girl once she gets to know you. And when did this wonderful thing happen to me? It began when you came into Shannon's place. It built when you shot Mr. Bryan. And the way you handled me when you made me bring you here in the boat. I liked it. You surprised me? I didn't figure for this kind of girl. No. How do you figure me, Joe? I don't have to, I know, leave her alone, Ken. She's got a point, Joe. It interests me. We burn up dreams, you and me, I'll say. Burn them. Blow the ashes away. Start new ones. Whatever you say. Uh-huh. Joe? What's the matter, you, Ken? You going crazy? Put that gun away before I slap you across the mouth with it. You won't be able to do that, Joe. I'll tell you why. That's why, Joe. Brush your cheek against mine, Sal, or I'm in love. You didn't have to take me. Two of you could make it faster. You lean on me. Leave him alone, Shannon. What's the matter with you? I said, leave him alone. You love him all of a sudden? Shut up. How much further? We'll never make it. Never. It's the way that leads to the other side. That's the tree. Come on, Lucy. You can't help him. Long and this happened. It's your fault, Shannon. Coming here with that boat and those men. Get out. When's dying, you'll be all right. Can't you understand? I want to be with Mark. Tell him how sorry I am. When's just about gone, Sal. Let's go see all those pretty places we were going to see. Maybe we ought to stay around for a while. Maybe the hurricane will start up all over again. It never does. Let's go. I think we ought to wait. Come on. Give me a hand with this stuff. What? Come on, I said. Look at it, baby. How much you think there is there? I wouldn't know. It would be enough for what we want it for. That's a happy sound. Wait a minute. Oh, what do you know? Look what the storm blew in. Slate. Slate, Shannon, trying to be quiet as a Mars. Shannon, try it with your hands in the air. You all right, Sal? Yes, it's fine. I'm going to have to tell you something, Mr. Shannon. You're going to have to die. I'm going to have to kill you. Let him be, Whit. Just let him be. I asked you something, Sal. I asked you if you're all right. You didn't tell me. Slate, don't come near me. You'll kill you. No, you're wrong. I won't kill him. You'll kill him. You're fond of me, remember? Here, take my gun. Take it. That's right. Now shoot him. You're not a very bright college boy, are you, Whit? If I bet a cap. Don't point the gun at me, point it at him. Go ahead, shoot him. Don't come any closer. Sal, let him have it. I warned you, Whit. You aren't really fond of me at all, Sal. Stay where you are, Mr. Shannon. This other gun, Joe's gun, is loaded. All the bullets in the gun Sal is holding are in Joe. What do you do with us now? Kill us both? Only you. Slate. You tried, Sal. Pick up that sail cloth with the coins in it. Pick it up, Shannon. That's right. Might as well lead a short and useful life. Now carry it over to the boat. Show them the way, Sal. That's right. You get your feet wet, but it won't matter. What are you going to do with all this money? Convert it in the coin of the realm, then live. Salah helped me plan the whole thing. Try them all first, Whit. Watch it, Salah. Start holding your breath, Whit. What do you know? Short-winded. Slate, you're killing. Don't suggest anything, Salah. Let him up. Breathing, too. Maybe they'll put a stop to that in Havana. It's pretty. Piece of eight. Pleasure hunting. We come up with one crummy piece of eight. Mrs. Bryan said you could take all you wanted. This is all I wanted. Flip it. What for? Well, it's night. I want to go for a walk on the beach. You never want to take me. All right. Edge, I'll take you. Tails, I won't. I won't. Two out of three, Slate. Oh. Tails again. Salah. Uh-huh. Three out of five. Isn't that the way we play it?