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Sam Spade - The 25-12345679 Caper
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Sam Spade is up in Asian field!
Please sweetheart!
What was that loud?
Nothing, that was my teeth shattering.
Oh, is it cold now?
Out where I was, Epi, I've been swimming.
And he stepped there?
Oh, Sam, you caught a kill.
That's true, Af, I caught a real Russian kill.
They're not keeping San Francisco Bay as well, he did as they might.
So Bay?
Sam, you were swimming in the...
Where else, Af?
Oh, Sam, you've been drinking.
Only Brian, Angel, and what kelp?
You, Sy could, Stevin?
Help!
Do you know?
This is a taxing experience, Af.
A lesser man couldn't have come through it.
Lay out some dry clothes for me, mix me a hot grog,
get out your pencil, it lights under water,
and prepare to take down a narrative of international and free,
an espionage, which we will call...
Let's see, the 2-5-1-2-3-5-6-7-9 paper.
What?
Or, the Russian's number is up.
NBC invites you to listen to the greatest private detective of the mall,
as William Spear radio's outstanding producer director of history
and crime drama, Brindu, the adventures of Sam Fade.
Here I am, Sam.
I'm a decolonel, Jonathan, to see if he could turn on some more heat.
Oh, you're not so very well.
Well, I had a dry martini on the way over.
Dr. Ames called you a few hours ago.
Dr. Oscar Ames.
Did he? That was nice.
He was worried about you.
I wonder now if you've been found yet.
He said, you can't be on a ferry boat.
And he just stepped in and have a cup of coffee, and when he came back...
Yes, sir. Yes. Well, can't keep the FBI waiting.
The FBI?
Who else? You don't think I was playing around with kids on this paper?
No, no, no, Sam. I need to go home.
I'll take it down then.
This one, your uncle Sam was working for his uncle Sam.
They fill it in.
Two Federal Bureau of Investigation, Washington, D.C.
Care of J. Edgar.
I don't know, that'll be too much.
Where, why not?
One Samuel's paid.
License number 137596.
Sonsik, Barnes, Targomensky.
How do you sell that, Dan?
Targomensky, K-A-R-D.
Don't leave me. I mean Barnes.
Oh, I should have known.
B-O-R-I-S.
Dear, sir.
Last night, I let my secretary off at 5.30,
so that she could go and do some Christmas shopping,
although I told her repeatedly that all I want this year is money.
The fire was rolling in off the bay,
and it was bitter cold.
If they came out onto the street,
pulling my overcoat collar up around my ear.
Seemed like the night for spaghetti.
A wonderful spaghetti dinner and some pleasant Italian hospitality
down at Mama Pizza's restaurant.
On the Embarcadero opposite the ferry building.
So, that's where I went.
But Mama Pizza had more than hospitality on her mind,
when she met me at the door.
Damn.
Oh, I'm so glad to find you.
I'm just calling you out.
Oh, respectable Mama.
Someone's been stealing out of your ears.
It's in my cousin's tone.
They tried to kill him.
Oh, what happened, Mama?
Come on, sir.
You eat the result.
Hard table.
I'll make a warning tell you.
It's enough here, it's so good,
but he can't talk to her.
Are you gonna see?
You led me to the back of the restaurant
because the table with a family generally sits.
Her daughter's Angelina and Patty were there
with place of food in front of them.
But they weren't eating any of them.
They were staring in awe at the man who sat next to them.
He was small to start with,
but he was even smaller,
hunched down in his chair miserably,
staring, unseeing,
into a glass of wine.
On the table in front of him was a battered old concertina.
The top of his head was waved in a clean, new bandage.
She's gotten sad.
Sit down.
This is about causing Sonic a lot to you.
Sonic, my good friend needs to speak.
Hello, Tony.
Hello.
Go on, Tony.
You tell us then what's happened on you.
Damn.
You have your dinner at the same time.
Yeah.
Don't forget.
Tonight you're gonna be mangled.
You're gonna have to eat.
Well, I don't care, Mama.
What's that on your plate, Angelina?
You gonna eat that?
Well, pass it over.
And wait, not one night.
That's what I always say.
Now, what happened on you, Tony?
Well, I'm on the boat.
You see?
Yeah, on the boat.
The ferry boat.
How can the ferry boat?
Don't you never hear of my music on the boat?
Ah!
You play the concertina on the ferry ride.
Sure.
But not all.
Huh?
Tonight on the 6 o'clock of boat.
Oh, boy.
Tonight on the 6 o'clock of boat.
What?
I'm a play in the side, the first.
By the sound of which you play.
From everybody said,
Oh, boy.
Tony, you're good.
You play good.
You play some more.
I've been sent here for five or seven years.
Two quarters, even.
Then I go up the stairs.
Oh, boy.
Oh, boy.
Then I go out on the deck.
It's very misty fog.
The back of Tennessee is nothing.
Now, I'm very happy.
I feel like I play some more.
So I'm a walk away back,
I'm gonna open and down on the deck.
I'm gonna make a move.
Then all of a sudden,
I hear somebody say something to me.
I kind of see nobody.
But I hear him.
What do you think he said to me?
What?
What?
Cospador.
Cospador?
Hasn't gone?
Cospador.
Well, so I must head back to him.
Cospador.
I feel kind of seen nobody.
Then I hear him say,
Is that you play ballers?
So I get mad.
That's a no-no play ballers.
That's a play ballers.
That's a play ballers.
That's a play ballers.
But I don't play ballers.
That's a foreign stuff.
I see it.
I'm sorry.
I said that because this is a fellow,
he sounds like he's a foreigner.
So I'm just going to say,
Look, mister.
Oh, boy.
What?
Tony.
What?
I told you.
I get a head on the head.
The smash.
The paton.
I fall down.
I'm a breathing.
I drop on my concertina.
My head.
I got a big hold on the top.
I let her a big yell.
Then I'm a blackout.
Oh, boy.
People come running around
and they go to the locker.
There's a doctor on the board.
They carry me down the stairs
and hit fix in the locker.
Otherwise, I'm a diet for sure.
Well, what did it feel like?
What do you hit you with?
Well, it feels like a baseball bats.
My dad says,
Oh, look.
Here's the doctor now.
Just a comment.
Hey, doctor.
The doctor looked in our direction,
and Tony called and stood over to the table.
A big six foot tree blonde guy
in the Joel McCray,
Gary Cooper tradition.
Yeah, I don't like him right away.
No bedside man out of this, doctor.
Although he could have had as much of it as he liked.
He was all business and no kidding.
I thought I told you to go to bed and stay there.
Why, the doctor.
I just wanted to have a concussion, Tony.
I'll be back here in an hour,
and then we'll take the next round.
My name is Sam Spade, doctor.
I'm a friend of the family.
Oh, Amy.
That's what I was going to hire you.
That's right, Amy.
Can I do it for the family?
No, thanks, Mama.
It smells wonderful, but I have in time.
Oh, I'll have a cup of coffee, maybe.
Sure.
Oh.
Yeah.
Go on, Tony.
Go right down.
I'll be back, and we'll check you over.
Get some rest in the meantime.
All right.
All right.
Some of my ducts are in.
I don't know.
X array is a whole thing.
I don't know how I'm going to pay you.
Never mind that.
That's why we charge our knob of hill patients,
the Lexus,
or we're able to do something like this once in a while.
This will be on me, Tony.
You'll go to the kind of man that doctor.
I don't know what to say.
You go on a light-out, Tony.
You're embarrassing that doctor.
All right.
Scory thing.
This one isn't a doctor.
Sure is.
Let me go coffee.
Oh, thanks.
Yeah, sure is.
Homicidal maniac looks like Mr. Spade.
Spade?
Fam?
Are you the detective?
Yeah, I try.
Well, I know about you.
You did something for a colleague of mine.
Murphy?
Dr. Raul Murphy?
Murphy.
Yeah, I did a job in my summer.
Yeah, he gave you a great send-off.
I said,
What is all this tonight down here?
Detectives?
Police?
Police? How do you mean it?
Well, I think they were police.
I was explaining close guys.
They were waiting here on this side when the ferry pulled into slip.
They're still there holding the boat.
I just left them.
And what were they doing?
Talked to all the passengers that they came off.
Ask us for identification.
Hey, what do you think about Tony's little experience?
Getting knocked down the head.
Oh, they were.
Might be interested, naturally.
Especially when I told him how I thought the wound had been inflicted.
Which was.
Gun butt?
Gun butt, eh?
Oh, yeah.
I'd say so.
Well, it knows I saw enough of those in the war.
The Russians used to club prisoners over the head that way to save ammunition.
And then fling the guys into the river.
Oh, hey, I've got to go.
I've got to go.
I've got to go right again.
What, before you?
Yeah, I've got a patient over in Oakland.
I had to come back over here to pick up some serum.
Pulling the nurse and she met me just out here.
Well, thanks for seeing you, Sam.
Oh, tell her what you think Tony is.
Hey, wait a minute, Doc.
I've got nothing to do.
I'll ride over with you.
A little air won't do this dinner any harm.
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Hello Dr. Ames, I see you didn't miss the boat, like they all say?
No.
Oh, you're one of the colors I talked to you before, I mean landed.
That's right.
I don't think I got your name.
Dr. Ames.
Dr. Ames.
Dr. Ames.
Dr. Ames.
Dr. Ames.
Dr. Ames.
Dr. Ames.
Dr. Ames.
Dr. Ames.
Dr. Ames.
Dr. Ames.
Dr. Ames.
Dr. Ames.
Dr. Ames.
Dr. Ames.
Dr. Ames.
I don't think I got your name.
Connolly.
Connolly, this is Satan.
Yeah.
Would that be Lieutenant Connolly or Sergeant Navy?
That's Connolly.
How special, title.
How's it going, Dr. Ames?
Hello, Chief.
Don't need.
He's under care.
He's talking anymore, saying anything interesting.
I didn't talk to him.
What's he saying here, did?
Really?
Really.
What do you have to say?
Well, you see, I'm an old friend of his family.
What he told me was incompetent.
I really have to know a little more about who I'm telling his secret.
Who?
I say.
Spade your name, or else?
Who is?
Nice to meet you, ain't you, Sergeant?
Go Spadgin?
It means nothing to you, huh?
Oh, it's Mike.
Go Spadgin sounds like another word.
Somebody might think he said custard.
That's very funny.
Hey.
Are you going to stay out here on deck?
We haven't met up our mind.
Is that okay?
How to go inside?
Have a little coffee at the snack bar.
It's comfortable.
Well, you know what?
Not here.
It's foggy, wet and miserable.
Yeah.
Well, I'm going in.
I'll see you later.
Goodbye, Doctor.
Well, maybe he's right.
Although I must say he's not my favorite man in the world, isn't it, currently?
It is strictly no more than the weather out here on deck.
So we go in?
Not just yet for me, Doctor.
Yeah, I think I'll stretch my legs a little.
That, tell me.
Where was it that Tony got caught?
I mean, upper deck, I know, but which side?
Oh, he was turned around now.
Uh, sabote.
That's about directly above where we're standing.
Yeah, right.
Don't point, Doctor.
Our friend Connolly and his boys are on their way out to see us.
Uh, no, they went back in.
Do you think there's mysterious, as they think?
Oh, definitely.
That.
You know what made them turn back just now?
Decided wasn't necessary to check whether we were still here?
No, what?
They can't make us out out here.
It's too dark.
But they can see two lighted cigarettes.
Sandspade detected.
Mm-hmm.
Look, even in the living room over here, you want to get up there and look around.
But Tony, why don't you?
I do.
Well, in the hand me your cigarette.
Now, I'll smoke them both.
You're at a park and we'll both be here.
Step you.
After aimed in deep.
Masterful thinking, Doctor.
Go ahead.
I'll be here.
So I tried the slippery spares for the upper deck.
The flood was as wet as rain.
I couldn't see any more than inches ahead of me with my flashlight.
Finally, I stopped about a midship and looked down over the layer.
Ames and his two cigarettes, honey red dots of light,
that grew brighter every now and then as they cut them,
were almost directly beneath me.
So I knew I was just about right.
A sudden noise that on my head made me shoot my light upward.
It came from a piece of canvas that had suddenly ripped loose for canvas
that covered the top of a light bulb.
I got up there somehow and pushed for carried,
lay holding onto two steel supports with one arm.
The piece of canvas had been ripped open with a knife,
a hole large enough for a man's body to get through.
And that's what was in there,
sold in the bottom of the light bulb.
A man's body.
He'd been stabbed in the neck.
This was the man who had slugged home it.
Or so it seemed because the gun was still clenched in his right hand.
Bower reverse.
There's nothing in his pocket,
except for handkerchiefs and two dollars in change.
But my flash caught a suck of something white from one of his shoes.
It was a bit of paper with two tight-footed lines out of it.
I'd open myself down to the deck, rub the circulation back into my arm
or I'd been holding on and prepared to read the note.
And that's when my flashlight went dead.
I drove it about cursing him,
but not checking our batteries until I found a faint ghostly glimmer of light overhead.
All over the edge of the ship,
on the outside of the rail.
I climbed over,
studied myself against lodging,
and read a couple of matches.
It said,
International postcard shot.
Here is the SF reading card for Boris.
I took a bit of paper in my pocket
and turned to find back over the rail.
And then something came out of me from the flash.
It caught me full of my center of the forest.
And by seconds came again like a blower.
I was at the top of my head and made it burn in the sudden fire.
90 points of light glittered in the blackness.
Same rushing coordinate grew larger,
and I felt crashing over the side.
They tell you a lot about what you remember
when you're going down for the third time.
You know what I remembered?
That's just a gene is Russian for comrades.
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I've found myself mechanically keeping up close somehow
and trying to get out of my overtakes.
My eyes burn.
I felt heavy and lost.
If I swallowed gallons of water.
My head began to clear a little but with returning consciousness
came increased pain pretty bad too.
From out of a nifty blanket,
from every direction and a dozen different keys
from near-and-fog horn sounded.
I knew that by now the colonists
swept me out of the path of the Oakland Ferries.
The water was chilling.
I turned over and began swimming,
just fine enough to keep the blood circulating.
A light of a food came at a slight suddenly
and I flew back my head and yelled.
But the horn's crying.
It's warning.
It's closed in behind.
And then I found myself full of a strange and wonderful weariness.
A water wasn't cold anymore.
I was warm with a comfortable soothing numbness.
And I knew what to do.
I'd swim until I didn't hear the noise of the horns anymore.
And then in the quiet of the friendly fog,
go to sleep.
So I began to dose.
And then some light came at my eyes.
And I wanted to stay in the dark.
I turned my face down into the embrace of the water.
And then I...
I wasn't for you to expect at all.
I was lying on a baggage truck that was moving.
People were climbing around,
walking beside the clustering area.
The guy in uniform wheeling me,
notice I had my eyes open.
Wow, hello!
Hey, oh, welcome back to the United States.
Hello, what part of the United States?
Just landing in Saffelito.
They still will take you over to the hospital.
How long before this boat gets back to San Francisco?
Side away.
Hello? Hey, I'm going...
Hey, wait!
You ain't in no condition.
Thanks, I'll be okay.
Half an hour later, shivering and shaking in my wet clothes,
keeping my mouth clamped tight for my teeth,
wouldn't sound like a dice game.
I climbed into a taxi at the ferry building
and went to my apartment.
There I swell up half a pile of whiskey
and rub myself with a coarse towel
and put my skin with sore.
Then I looked in the pocket of the soggy suit
I'd hung up the drive.
The sewer,
a piece of paper from a dead man's shoe.
Damn it, what legible.
International postcard shop.
Gary Street, SF.
Reading card for Boris.
I got up to put on a dry suit
and then changed my mind.
Put the wet one back on.
Good evening.
Are you the proprietor here?
Yes, I was like that.
Six years at the same location.
Oh, sure.
My cooking is ready now.
You really got a dosing, yes, I did.
Nice collection of postcards from all, right?
South America every place.
Yes, yes, I fight myself on having
the most complete possible selection.
At most there's something you have especially in mind.
Yes, there was.
Oh.
I'm looking for a greeting card for Boris.
What's the matter, didn't you hear me?
Yes.
Then you understand?
Well, well, what?
It's a word that I didn't expect to expect somebody like you.
What did you expect?
Somebody slinkin' around in a pulse moustache
wearing dark glasses and an Inverness cape?
No, right.
You know, you know, with your type of thinking
you may not be the right man for this job, Gus Beijing.
No, no, no, please, instead your boss,
I thought you were dead.
You grow old.
Yeah, I told you that.
You were low.
Yeah, well, I didn't drown.
I jumped in the water when I heard him coming.
You can see how wet I still am.
Yes, yes, of course.
So you were scared.
Easily.
An uptalk handed over.
The greeting card for Boris.
Very well.
Let's see.
Thanks.
San Francisco, of course.
He turned and reached down under the counter.
My slip my hand under my armpit and held my 38 ready
in case it came up with something similar.
But only brought forth was a box marked special.
And this extracted something and handed it to me.
I took it with a knowing expression on my face,
but I didn't know if I'm nothing as to what it meant.
All it was was an ordinary postcard.
That's all a picture postcard showing the golden gate bridge.
Underneath it, the caption,
wonder cities of the world, number 25,
one, two, three, five, six, seven, nine,
San Francisco.
Nothing else.
I was afraid my mouth was open.
What's the matter?
What's the matter?
Don't you know how to read the name?
It's so difficult to call.
Did he?
It's certainly I know how I was just admiring no work at all.
Oh.
It is actually, isn't it?
Look, you better go now.
You've been here for a long time.
We don't know.
Of course we don't.
I'll go this way.
This way.
This way.
I'm sorry to have been overly cautious.
There is no such thing as over caution.
Thank you.
You were so...
Were you seeing like an American?
So are you.
I sold out out of the street,
touching my postcard,
but I shoved it inside my sleeve a moment later,
because who I saw,
a standing under the mystic glimmer of a streetlight waiting for me,
was my heavy-set mysterious friend from the ferry boat.
Connolly.
I turned my head around and glanced down the other end of the block behind me.
Two other guys were there showing up.
They advanced slowly toward me with their hands raised,
palms out,
and if they were showing me they weren't carrying guns.
I reached my hand inside for mine all the same.
But I never got the use of it.
Because Connolly rushed me from the other side.
I caught him on the chin and he went down.
Rattering into an ash can.
The other two boys grabbed me and held my arms behind me.
Connolly got up rubbing his face
and I waited to get murdered.
But no.
All right.
Joe Lewis.
Bring it on.
And so they did.
We didn't go far though just around the corner
to a little hamburger place.
I had a sign in the door saying,
close,
although there were light inside.
Connolly knocked on the door
and a fellow with an apron came and opened this and locked it after us.
Connolly gave my nod and we sat down at a table while he brought us coffee.
We checked on you.
You seemed to be OK.
You were standing good with the department, friend.
What department would that be, friend?
This department.
Huh?
FBI.
Oh, oh.
And maybe it can help.
I don't know.
We don't want you going around making a noise and messing it up for us.
So here it is.
I'm all ears.
Do you ever hear of a man called Boris Kaga Minsky?
No.
Well, not many people have.
Even in Russia.
Boris Kaga Minsky is the top Soviet agent in America.
He's the head man.
He organizes and runs everything for them here.
I see.
Now, he came to this country seven years ago and vanished.
We've been trying to find him ever since.
Paul's passport, of course.
I didn't help.
There's nothing anywhere on Kaga Minsky.
No pictures.
Not even in Russia.
No fingerprints.
Nothing.
Every week we had dead end.
And then we got word last week.
Go ahead, drink it off.
Oh, I'm too interested.
We got word last week for another region.
An unimportant little guy named Louis Ball was on his way to San Francisco
and that he would definitely have to contact the big gun.
Something to do with the Chinese world business.
There's only Kaga Minsky's been at the handle.
Well, our man tailed you, Bob, all the way out here.
And then he lost him.
The Oakland ferry.
Well, it didn't bother us very much.
He called us and we were waiting on his end.
But in pulls the ferry and knows you, Bob.
Blue ball was a dead man on the light boat.
Right.
He must have been up there waiting to be contacted.
And then he heard Tony and his concertina thought this might be it.
And then when he realized he made a mistake and uncovered himself,
he can't Tony on the head.
Right.
And his Soviet contact got scared of investigations
on the boat following Tony's human cry and stabbed Blue Ball.
So now we're back where we started.
Every passenger on that ferry was okay.
What's that you're looking at?
Picture post-carned.
Found a message on Blue Ball off about the international postcard shop
on a greeting print.
Hey.
Hey, you're greeting for Boris.
Boris Kaga Minsky.
Let me see that.
My bulldozer guy in a shop taught me how it looks like nothing's just a picture.
But he said he said I could read the name.
Guinea.
Golden Gate.
Oh, these numbers.
Wonder cities of the world.
Number two, five, one, two, three, five, six, seven, nine.
Hey, wait a minute.
Come on.
Let's put out the guy's name, Boris.
All right.
B-O-R-I-S.
Leave the space.
K-H-R-G-A-M-E-N-S-K-Y.
Now put numbers.
Oh, wait a minute.
The top number is nine.
Yeah.
All right, put one, two, three, four, five over Boris.
And then start again.
One, two, three, up to nine over Kaga Minsky.
Yeah, yeah.
Stop.
All right, I'm going to post card.
Two, five, one, two, three, five, six, seven, nine.
Okay, what's two?
Two.
Two is a...
Oh, five.
S.
Oh, yes.
Now Kaga Minsky.
One.
K.
Two, three.
A-R.
O-S-K-A-R.
Wow.
I guess we know the rest of it.
Five, six, seven, nine.
A-M-E-S, correct?
Correct.
Oscar Ains, Dr. Oscar Ains.
Hm.
But I was just thinking he was worried about me catching pneumonia.
I called Mama Pizza and from what she said, we knew where to go.
We picked them up at the emergency hospital.
We were just finishing the operation on Tony's head.
We watched him through the glass and the other young doctor standing alongside us
that he was one of the greatest surgeons they'd ever seen.
When he unrolled his gloves and took off his operating mask,
he looked up and saw me alive.
And the other boys with me, his scalp tightened for just a second and then he smiled.
Because when he reached into his bag that we rushed him,
before he could get the little red bottle to his lips.
Period.
End of report.
Oh, S.
A five star.
Yes, it was, S.
Everything.
I'll show you some things all in the water.
Mysterious people and a coldness.
Will that have kept you awake, Angel?
S.
Hm.
What is it like not to want to be an American?
Not to want to know the way we do in America.
I can't imagine sweetheart.
I can't.
Damn.
About background.
Yeah.
Do you think that, um, I mean, when you're described enough,
do you think you made him sound true to him?
Oh, I described him as he was, that's all.
But when anybody thinks it, uh, well, you know, he was attractive.
Well, you missed the whole point, didn't you?
Spies don't go around wearing monocles and talking with heavy accents and acting like spies.
Not the good ones.
It's the attractive, lovable, trustworthy strangers that are dangerous.
Now, if you've met Dr. Ames at a party somewhere,
you'd be out with him at a nightclub right now,
cooling over his rink and giving him the plans for the Brooklyn Navy Art.
Sometimes I can't know what Sam.
I don't even know where Brooklyn is.
Lucky for our side.
You don't hate me, do you Sam?
No, I can't.
Oh.
Oh.
What does that answer your question?
Completely.
Good night, Sam.
Good night, Joy and I.
The adventures of Sam Spade are produced, edited and directed by William Spear.
Sam Spade was played by Steven Dunn.
Lorraine Tunnel is Effie.
Script for tonight's adventure by William Spear,
musical starring by Ludgluskin, conducted by Robert Ambruster.
Three chimes mean good times on NBC.
There's no cover charge at Duffy Tavern.
Just keep your dial tuned to NBC later as Archie the Manager and his delightful friends
cook up another mad and merry session at that remarkable restaurant, Duffy Tavern.
This Sunday, the big show comes your way on NBC again,
an hour and a half of the best in comedy music and drama,
with guest Bob Hope, Martin and Lewis, Roslyn Russell, Frankie Lane,
and unpredictable Tallula as MC.
Go ahead, tell them about the thing.
Yes, Sam Spade and Effie asked me to remind you about the thing.
The thing for kids for Christmas.
You know, the thing can be anything you think an underprivileged child would like for Christmas.
In your town, there are civic groups who are cooperating with this thing for kids' campaign.
Send your new or used toys to the collection centers in your town
and help make some child Christmas brighter.
It'll make you happier too.
Thank you.
Join us again next week, same time, for another adventure with Sam Spade.
Enjoy the magnificent Montague, then it's Duffy Tavern on NBC.
