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I am sick, they pact it.
I am afraid.
They pact it.
Oh my god, they fight me.
You are not afraid of me, son.
They fight me.
You are not afraid of me, son.
I am afraid of you, son.
I am afraid of you, son.
I am not afraid to fight you.
I am afraid to fight you, son.
I wouldn't blame myself if I did.
It would be exactly so good if this could.
Come on in, Aisha.
And I'll tell you as much about it as I think it could go on.
And what, when I asked you the largest answer,
was a case written around it?
Love letters, what else?
So much paper, a whirlpool romance.
Whirlpool.
I mean, writing all those letters.
This is when you can find them.
You get a question.
I got a question at that glass.
It's a matter of the day.
Now that you're married, I say there's a human in the crew.
For families that are used to living for miles.
Those are things we should do evermore.
Do you feel good with each other now?
Can we hear that?
Family, perhaps, is not a minute before.
Two sides in Joseph Waltz,
fun go on Tuesdays of the detail,
time for the show, please.
From, you know, who likes the summer 17596,
subject to the, uh, easy answer.
subject to, uh, love letter, paper,
or how to be happily married, those singles.
The side of it was last Wednesday morning.
I had just the words he says,
bays, waved myself on the bathroom's sales.
He decided on a breakfast of black coffee and rye crisp.
Easy stuff.
Oh.
Mmm.
This is a little bit of time here.
Oh, now hold it, please, honey.
Yeah, remember what he called it.
Some kind of ice tagging to the crepe.
Rye crisp, low in calories.
Figure bites.
There was a pound of jelly itself.
Yeah.
Eat the game.
Hey.
I was, look, I'd have to give it.
First thing that fell out of the envelope was a photograph.
Glamour type.
It was described.
He slammed.
Body and soul.
Ella.
The letter was in the same tone of voice.
Sam.
Sam.
Oh, Sam, my darling.
Last night was so beautiful.
But no, no, I'm the answer.
And I'm still the same answer to the teacher.
I'm not the answer.
You know, I don't have a heart, you know, I'm living.
I'm pretty close, I'm not worried.
Why do you have a heart?
We're pretty to the best that might be sad.
I'm pretty close, I'm not going to have a heart, you know.
But I know you won't.
Umm, umm, oh no, I'm not forever.
Ella.
I read it over again, looked a long way out of touch and shook my memory down.
I couldn't even remember ever meeting a girl named Ella, but I did remember that last
night was definitely not beautiful.
In fact, I dropped 35 bucks in a blackjack game, knocked deductible.
After I had tested the letter for the invisible ink, codes, and fibers, etc. with negative
results, I decided it was either A, a crank letter, or B, bait, or C, a camouflage call
for help from a dancer in distress.
I took another look at said dance with photograph and decided I would investigate her distress.
I then pulled my secretary and told her to look up the night's bus schedule to affidim
to return the dress on the envelope containing said love letter.
It was around 11 in the p.m. and the moon was just clearing a creek out behind the
con sock mansion when I slept in at the website for the instructions and all those love
letterings like a plant beside the aforementioned fountain.
The house was in darkness and I didn't see the letter until the moon cleared the chimney
box.
There was a girl climbing down the ladder from the second story and she had a suitcase in
her hand.
If you reached the ground, she looked around anxiously spotted me and cloned into my arms.
I was there.
My darling, did you tell me all my thoughts had called me?
Now let me go.
I love you too, but now what?
You suspect I'm one of those those in time.
Come on.
Go out there.
I have got that way.
Come on.
Hey, hold it.
Get down.
No, look, it's going down.
Get down, get down.
I said get down.
Get up.
Oh, and it was a foul with the scum sucks.
They had a letter up to the second story in the hall window.
But I did want a letter.
All right, no more to do it.
I'm going to get it.
Come on, if I love you, if you look in your room, I love you.
I love you. What room?
Wait, you're mad in my car.
What are you planning on doing?
Anyway, I just wanted to wait for him.
I love you.
I love you. Who's here?
My uncle is here.
What are you doing at home?
Oh, come now.
I tell you he's in town.
That's what I was about to record.
Let's see if he's mad.
I went because, hey, I don't like to be shot at.
And be there was a wild possibility.
That he wasn't there to bury princess
on the land from the dragon.
I just got it half a billion when we reached the getaway car.
It was practically alley with a motherland.
With the assistance that I'd drive, I hesitated
whether they had directly to police headquarters
or nail it at Silberdway.
I was released from being on a diet
so it was hard to show it.
More familiar than he known as Sade Folly.
What is this thing?
It's where I live.
You would like him.
Not about that.
Look at the address.
Your love letter arrived here.
Come on.
Yeah, let me show you a bag.
No, no, it's all right.
I'll tell you.
Come on, it's okay.
No cops.
No, it's all right.
Now, let's have a look at that suitcase.
No, it's all right.
Come on, get it to me.
No, it's all right.
Why not?
That's a wrong idea.
Well, well, well.
What have we here?
I knew it was a wrong idea.
The only thing you think it's meant
is a whole diamond.
That's the only way it's mine.
I've been to each other.
That's all I have in the world.
Of course, that's what's seen our diamond bracelet.
Not more than 10 grams.
And more than necklace.
Second hand, of course.
Also, if I don't imagine this stuff
will net you a penny more than a hundred thousand bucks.
I know, but I'll just have to get along with this, I can.
I don't have any money with my own.
You know, why did you write me that crazy love letter?
Because my uncle reads all my news.
I didn't want it to know how to call him.
He'd be touched.
Why did you?
I couldn't say that I'd walk around with him.
He'd do without something to write.
Oh, my uncle.
It's following you.
It's about the first time.
I know it.
I know it.
I know it might be in our heart.
In here?
You don't get out of there, do you?
Yeah, I'm going to have to win.
I want to fire a kid in here.
Go on.
Go on.
Go on, go on.
Thanks.
Yeah.
I...
I suppose you told you about me.
You were uncle?
I was good heavens, no.
I'm Stuart Mason.
I'm up here, I'm safe.
Or...
Well, I'll tell you that in a way that you...
Maybe you better step inside with me.
Okay.
Sit down.
I'd like to...
No, no, no.
I just thought of your things.
I'd like to leave forever.
Okay.
Just wonder what letters...
That I love letters.
I suppose you want to decide.
No, no, wait a minute.
It's amazing.
Don't jump any right.
I saw it.
I saw it.
I saw it.
I saw it.
I saw it.
I saw it.
I saw it.
I saw it.
I saw it.
I saw it.
Well, it was at least partially here for my son.
But I might die if you ever did.
Yeah, but that...
What other...
The men's even though...
They've all died under mysterious touchy senses.
Didn't you warn you?
Well, uh, what he told me was that a uncle was a explainer,
wouldn't let her out.
It's crazy, like a fuck.
As long as you're in Ainz on merit,
he can hold a money.
Three million dollars out of it.
Uh-huh.
Well, only the braids deserve the fear, alas,
If you'll just give it to these letters and tell her that I knew her, tell her yourself.
Come on out, Alex.
Noah, you don't become here.
The 11th might be.
And I...
I wish you every happy.
Noah.
You two old men.
Good night.
Noah, Noah.
I can smell everything.
Don't smell anything.
Noah, Noah.
Noah, Noah.
Hey, Ella.
Hey, Ella, you're doing.
You're your love letters.
Hey.
We'll take care of those better things.
Keep the gun on him, Riley.
Inside you.
Over there, sweetheart.
What do you want?
The state I've been aware of at some time
that you've been carrying on a surrogateous lover there
with my niece.
What's your message?
What's him, Riley?
Don't worry, Mr. Constight.
I bow here again, trying to jump in and say it.
Why should I?
You're both nuts, but not crazy.
Not to take a shot at me here.
Time me and say it.
I wouldn't waste the energy.
I haven't made a penny on this paper so far.
And it doesn't look like I will.
Ha.
Not a penny, he says.
The King Drenson and George
extorted to my foolish, lovesick girl.
Oh, how did I manage that?
Both do say the innocent with me.
This packet of love letters will satisfy the police.
Blackmail.
You're crazy.
Those letters weren't written to me.
You denied that Ella was ever written to you a letter?
One too many.
In fact, one.
Wow.
How do you explain these?
Darling, Sam.
Sam, my dear, it's well.
What?
Sam, my great, big youth.
Call the taxi.
She said, last stop.
Okay, let me see it all.
I told you not to move.
Yeah, I told you that.
Well, what now?
Very well.
Give me the police department.
Yes, it is.
Hello.
This is Hugo Comstock.
I wonder about your company.
Blackmail.
Hello.
I want to...
Yes.
Yes, Sergeant.
Your name is Hugo Comstock.
If I'm making this complaint on behalf of my niece,
this is Ella Comstock.
The name of the offender is Samuel Spay, the private taxi.
Huh?
Well, of course I'm sure.
Yes, I'm holding with his department now.
You bet you do.
Oh, you have it.
Well, I'm not surprised.
You better hurry over here.
Right away.
You're sitting by her.
You really think you can make that six?
This is the spade I'm sure I can.
30 words and file implications were forming on my family list.
But he had letters from his niece,
the one son, a great, very beautiful detective.
And I had the jewels, and before the night was oversized
and walked, you had me.
Forced, bothered, and bewildered.
But bewildered me was out of range of $2,500 bail.
Fans spade innocent ghosts.
I mean ghosts.
The United States Armed Forces Radio Service is presenting
the weekly adventure of Joshua Hammond's famous private detective,
Sam Fade.
Up the times were my practice of rude prison fare.
That didn't serve any right crisp, but they did serve as even less fatten.
I thrust my emaciated arms to the bars of my cell
and clawed up the lapels of a passing bondsman and begged them for suckers.
This is I didn't need any because I was this.
I hurled them aside and sat down to think.
About ten years after the war, Colesville was part of my cell.
Okay, Sam, get moving, you're free.
Yes, thanks.
Who's good, my bail?
Great kidder, aren't you?
Sergeant, I might have understand that the sizes have been dropped.
Get out of here.
All right, I know what I'm not wanted.
Why not the reason why?
I don't come fast.
Your inhospitable word cut me to the quick size,
and that I slipped my lips while I was my pride.
Very locality, and slowed bravely out into the sunlight of free man.
I fought.
Until I bought a new flavor.
Right there, on page one, it said,
Harris revealed secret marriage to private detectives.
Blackmail charges against Sam's faith drop.
All on the face, there's answer.
Next to the item was a picture of elevating over a hot stove in my kitchen.
It was captain.
The prize bride prepares breakfast for incarcerated mates.
Will keep things caught for him, says Mrs. Fade.
I want to try it.
Take off that apron and sit down.
I'll get it for your sake, Sandra.
What had been simpler just to have dropped the charges?
It was a pretty difficult time.
It's a massive man.
For it's the license, it's a difficult time and ten dollars.
I know a guy who would have done it for five as well,
and some finger prints for free.
But that's not the point.
Sandra, don't you see?
He's a complete doctor.
No.
If you want to go mad, it's done something worse to you.
My goodness.
Look.
Who are these acts of marriage to you as well?
It's supposed to have been knocked off by your uncle.
The name's free.
I know.
I know.
I know a guy who would have done it for five as well,
and some finger might have done something worse to you.
My goodness.
Look.
Who are these acts of marriage to you as well?
It's supposed to have been knocked off by your uncle.
The name's free.
Well.
There was rough evidence.
He's out of danger now.
Of what?
It's happening in the mountain.
Something went wrong with his car.
But they couldn't prove it because it blew up and burned.
After it went over the coast.
Then there was poor Freddie's poor.
They called him a piggy bank to a child.
Why?
It's on five dollars worth of money to me, Sandra.
Oh.
And then there was poor Mickey Matto.
He was a ballet dancer.
That's enough.
Now about those letters.
Why was your friend made through a stunning love letter?
You're letting the son detect it named Sam.
Well, that was just coincidence.
You always recognize him as a mixer.
You know, like you do as the judge for my job.
I say, I'm going to pursue it.
I'm going to make sure I'm doing it.
I'm going to come in.
You like to detect the judge.
And the rest of the coins.
This was a bad love letter.
You were inadvertently nailed to Sam's play to take.
Because thereby sending your uncle out,
got him for Sam instead of S.A.M.
What could I do after he said my diary and my confessions
to myself about his own.
And the reference is his brilliant mind on criminal subjects.
You were not so standing for S.A.M.
Well, now it's S.A.M.
But I wasn't on cue to Sam.
Not after I met Sam.
Why not?
Because the moment I saw you,
I knew that all those things I did not love letters
were really serious.
Really?
Last night was so beautiful.
I think I must have dreamed of you.
Oh, Sam, don't ask.
I'm so lost in society.
You don't know what my life is doing.
Oh, I can imagine.
Voice went dropping dead right and left.
You're the only one who can stop it.
If uncle Sue goes in for he and I,
and it happens my money and I,
then you'll stop having an accident happen to people.
Well, please do not hide anything.
Is that too much to ask after what I do for you?
Yeah.
Oh, go on.
You spring me out of that blackmail for him
so I can help you compound the felony.
But Sam, what am I going to do?
You forge the marriage, go forge it before.
Where you go?
Back to jail.
I'll see you there.
Oh!
Oh, dear me.
It's your forge, is it?
Last time.
Don't make them like that nowadays.
My forge.
It is your forge.
I meant the song about it.
Oh.
Damn.
Coming in, not going out.
I think I've stood out for a minute.
Oh, Sam, you forge your bond.
Here, let me take off the shoes.
So come swell.
I said, one.
Get away from me.
I don't want to get home.
I love you.
Well, I don't love you anymore.
Oh, please.
This is bad, is it?
Who is this guy?
I'm sorry.
This is Curtin.
You can't say that again.
Curtin.
I would err, Curtin.
Error for nature.
Attorney at law.
I represent the state of the late Richard Comstock.
Ella's mother.
And you, Mrs. B.
had married into West Charisay's money.
Well, Curtin was assigned a ways to blinds on a couple of things.
On the first plane of the month.
Please.
As you know, Ella, your grandfather, the late Commodore, is a Comstock.
It left his fortune to be divided in his relay between his mission of air.
That is, your mother and your uncle Hugo.
Upon your mother's death, the residue of her part of his state
was left to be administered by your uncle Hugo as he saw fit until your marriage.
At good time, it could go huge.
Well, well.
Yeah.
Well, it's going to be good time.
Curtin, here.
Is this old song?
Fuck.
It's gone then.
Ah.
Containing family members.
It's handed down to you from your grandmother.
Mm-hmm.
It was your mother's wish that it was delivered to your hands upon this auspicious occasion.
Here's the key.
In addition to it, I leave with you both my best wishes for your future happiness.
Good day.
I need to say, I've heard forward along with you the treatment of my feelings,
or rather the determination.
Where am I?
The host paying my things.
No more questions.
Good day.
Good day.
I think the matter's all open.
Oh.
That's great.
Oh, no.
Let's see what's in here.
All right.
Good.
It didn't take long to go through grandma constructs, mementos.
And I got more and more white away because we went along.
The strong box contains four items.
A tea pot, a bundle of letters, a photograph album, and a family skeleton.
The letters were love letters and one animal picnic.
It was a synthesizer.
I said, thank you in the album.
Here was a dead layer for uncle Hugo, which might have been a coincidence.
It was.
I started standing through the love letters.
Find them a money, yeah?
Huh?
No, it's a Confederate fan spot.
I let you know if I had any papers.
Well, at least he asked me a pot and a tea.
What?
But if there wasn't any money, why wouldn't I go see them?
Now, why don't you go and watch out that pot and make some tea, huh?
Probably leave.
Oh, something in it.
Hmm?
No money.
It's that money's married because it's a good answer.
And my baby uncle Hugo's birthday is a good answer.
Let's see, though.
Oh, come.
Somebody have known.
What have you got in?
That will be your uncle Hugo.
Well, that was me the way.
Oh, no, that's it.
Yeah, I'll put these things back in the seat.
I'll put the seat part on the metal face.
But it's cool.
Don't worry about it.
They'll do it anyway.
Come right in.
I'll go and you'll go.
You too, cousin Winer.
You're full.
Very funny.
Oh, no.
Don't be so early, Winer.
I'll accept your poor old uncle's blessing.
Don't get happy again.
I don't want your blessing, Uncle Hugo.
You're a mean old man.
And you killed our mighty uncle.
Well, this is it.
Mr. Coutons has already brought you a legacy.
I believe I recognize your grandmother's strong bond.
And then you'll give a strange romantic captain.
It's a great family, Mr. Cade.
You, who has joined that family so unexpectedly,
will have a privilege as little even I was never granted.
Oh, how come?
My mother was a strange woman in some way.
I'm sure she was.
I suppose we shall never know what prompted us
to leave these certain allotments to Ella's mother.
No, why my late sister chose to keep their contents
a secret from me.
I don't suppose I might be allowed to just
peek into that Pandora's bark.
You're ahead of yourself.
Really?
There's nothing but a photograph out there.
But a little letter.
A lot of letters, Uncle Hugo.
It's in the running of your family.
Would you like to read them?
You have no objection, Ella.
Why should she have?
And I can give a whole story to you
and a nutshell, Uncle Hugo.
It seems that Grandma Comstock fell in love
with a handsome rascal named Sinkney.
He deserved it from the Confederate army
and allowed for them to New Orleans.
Her family's facility there had Sinkney OS
that got in a moment and whispered back home
and signed for her scheduled wedding to Ezra Comstock.
These letters were written to her
by Sinkney while he languished
and wasn't a wedding cordmark.
Here's the last one.
Where did they stop?
Oh.
Did you hear my darling?
In a few hours, I face a firing squad.
There's no tears, no regrets.
I'm glad that your marriage to a man
was worthy of you.
Comstock will be a better father for us,
and I would ever think.
They were my love.
Huh.
That was a good surprise.
Nothing too extraordinary about that.
I think it's very tragic.
Since I've been married to a man who didn't love
about a happy time,
and I love a face in a firing squad.
Nothing, sentimental nonsense.
What do you know about that, King?
I should know a little after all I was that child.
I'm sorry, but it's alright.
Oh.
Wow.
I'd all be just bored.
What?
The keeper.
I'll never speak to him before.
Well, just something I've taken up on a junk shop.
It was very rare.
Peace.
You mind if I look at the marks?
Go ahead.
Here.
Then you're an example.
Pretty cut.
Oh.
Now that was cleverly ugly.
Well, it's no good saving the pizza.
That was something in the pie.
Wait a minute.
Time's back.
I'll take care of it.
Oh.
Oh.
What's this?
It's your birth certificate.
You don't?
I don't know.
What are you going to do with it?
What is back with a team from?
Right.
Yeah.
It's a common document.
Say that I'm going out of here,
and I'm taking that strong bus with me,
and don't think I won't tell you to get it.
He will.
He got to get the oven.
And you'll tell it.
You don't check your trash.
And it over.
Sure.
Come and get it.
I'll get it.
There you are.
Really?
What's wrong with you?
Oh, my foot is broken.
Oh.
Sit on and rest it.
Oh.
Hold it, Tom.
I got the gun now.
Well, stayed.
You've won the day.
How did it feel to be a rich man?
You'll have to tell me, Tom.
The reports of my marriage to your niece are slightly exaggerated.
Man, that's about it, Sergeant.
I'm sorry I can't furnish you with the poor papers I'll use to back up that pointy story
of her marriage to me.
A fire broke out in a waste basket, and I accidentally dropped them into it.
As for Tom stocking his guns with Riley, I will gladly press charges against them on a blackmail frame,
until homicide decides whether that's a case against him on the mysterious depths of Alexandria's fiancee.
What's going on?
Why?
Why what if?
Did he want that old stock piece out?
Well, because grandmother's love letters plus the documents on that piece out prove that he'll go as not a construct but a piece.
And hence not entitled to one red penny of the construct fortune, which was left if you recall, to grandpa's legit in the day.
So who won?
He's out of it on me.
Ella, but if you never know, if you never find out, you'll see.
But he doesn't deserve it.
I can make him a pigeon out of you to what he should do.
I agree, sweetheart, but how else did he afford to pay my fee?
Well, I certainly want you so far.
I fully intend to go type that up, while I falsify an expense account.
Oh, no, no, no, no.
You can do it.
No, I'll fill a couple of freezes in there.
And I've got another glass.
No, I'm not going to send it out.
Oh, that.
Well, there was nothing much just but fair.
Three brushes from the Colties.
Ah, no, no.
Well, I just remember this time, it's going up the street.
Can you look it over?
Yes.
Hmm.
You'll let her head.
Well, I was on this sample.
I have them in.
I'm telling you, I feel so.
Really?
Well, yes.
Yes, very classy.
I like the coat of wine, so I'm not quite sure about the motto.
But tell me how to agree to stop it because you love them all.
Yeah, you know, that's that easy.
And then, wait, that's a dollar hundred.
We could have it in a row to eat.
And what?
No, and it's eight cents.
Now you need me back.
You believe in that?
Oh, it's ten.
I'm glad you feel it.
Please.
Go home.
All the things.
It's not the same.
Good night, sweetheart.
The adventures of Sam Fade.
That's what Hammond's famous private detective I've produced and directed by William Sears.
Sam Fade is played by Howard Duff.
The rain caught away, that's it.
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