Sam Spade - The Terrified Turkey Caper

0:00Meet the Red Bull Dragonberry Emergizer. It's one of the many new drinks out now. Who knew ice cold drinks could be so fire? Try them all only at McDonald's. The National Broadcasting Company presents The Adventures of Sam Fade Detective. Don't say the best it is, isn't it? Here's ice we've had. Sam! Oh, there's a glass. There's ice! Glass all over the floor. Who's in the room? I was just business going on as usual, doing all the occasions. That's all I was about to say. They tried, if they just tried to put my feathers and cooked my goose. I'm done, silly, too. How could they? Oh, they were a mean one. Are you out? Hey, Elinardi. Every jiblin' in place and on a feather ruffle. Did you ever think, Dylan? Oh, it's fathomies.

1:00Mama had a safety dinner, said it's second, con day, five, time to jack. Hard-sighted? How old are you? Calm, clean, everything. Well, I have two glasses. Everyone was there. Covered by these dwarves, Mrs. Sloth. I was just a toddler when you didn't show up, so... Did you have that sleeping, Dylan? Sure. At the helping hand rescue mission, where there's plenty of free parking and never a cover charge. But further details, consult the report, which I will presently be down to the big state on a tasty chronicle of foul play. The purified turkey cafer. For NBC, William Sear, radio's outstanding producer, director of mystery and crime drama, brings you the greatest five-ad Detective of Amal in the adventures of Sam Faye. Sam Faye! Oh, you're waiting for him. Oh, you're waiting for him. Having done sitting down out of the rescue mission, Amal could prepare to do what? Thank you, Mother's Army, and tell her I'll be over to break wish-bones with her tonight.

2:03And, to attend to my social indifference, here's a little something I brought for you. Oh, Sam, he shouldn't have. That's beautiful. How does it? A blender, by. A blender, what? Bust, as in step to the rear end. Oh, what a fun to do. Ju-Saf, it's a gun. Our founding fathers used it in favor of Jean-Fer-Pedard food when they settled its abundant continent. And it's mine. To do is what you will. Oh, where is it, Jean? Ben-Soup-Boy. Wut's the best favorite show? I had opened it. Oh, yes, but I don't know. Me as well. Did you mean the founding father? Don't be. They snored out of 24th, 1952. Detective Repenet, IC Chelsea, homicide-detail fan Francisco Police. Fun, Samuel Faye, license number 137596. Frederick Perky, dear Kelsey. This was a big week for the cranberry pickers, the butcher, the sage makers, and the stomach-pill people. But for private detectives, it was sickly from hunger. My office door opened only twice a day.

3:03Once to let me in and once to let me out. And when on Wednesday, I heard a knock on the door, I went into a pericism of delight. Come in, come in. Come in, hungry boo. Hunter, you said, hey, I'm. When I ran out of languages, I got up from behind the desk, walked to the door and opened it. Standing there was a small middle-aged man with a pink-balled head. His blue-served soup needed trepid, and he was nervously fingering a strawberry birthmark under his left ear. Mr. Samuel State? I am. Like me, I? There hasn't no interest. You may have several, but not in the corridor. It's not in my lease. Okay, I'll come in. It's good, good, good. Well, but you'll have to excuse me, Mr. State, I've had so few dealings with Hunter. You take the job. I find it hard to begin with. I... Perhaps I shouldn't have come at all. Goodbye. No, no, no, wait a minute.

4:03Maybe I can help you. Wait. Do you see? I... Oh, what? You won't believe me. Nobody knows. I really got a... Oh, no, wait. Wait. I don't believe you. All I ask is a chance. Now, let's start with your name. Oh, what my name? Yes. Yes. It's my name. To begin with, you won't believe, thanks. But I can identify it, yes, I can. It's on this registration book of the old colony hotel in the 1943 phone book and on my old driver's license. Well, I can know it before I can verify it. Yes, of course you will. It's... It's come. Yeah. Now, that's not so hard to believe. Oh, you haven't heard the rest of it. It's come. A pack of... You see, I told you you wouldn't believe it. I don't know. Don't know. Let me be the first to believe you. Now, Mr. Red... Tom, what's your problem? Oh, dear. Get up even harder to explain. Well, now that I don't believe.

5:04But take a breath and jump into it. Yes. Yes. Now, please, Tom, touch it. That guy with a pill in me for those kids. Well, I had asked for it and I had gotten it. And I sat back wondering who had gone to all the trouble. The plane is funny, Joe Connor. I was looking at my hand to see if there was any itching powder on it, very shaken. It went my phone rang. I lifted the receiver's one around my swivel and gazed out out of the seat. And without Kucho calling, a private eye who's reputation was shadier than a mushroom seller. Tire's fading. Wow. Haven't seen much of your lately speddy, and you have to get together. Yeah, well, so long. Wait, wait, wait, I'll tell you why I called. I've had a pest in my office keeps coming back. Thanks, Caesar, turkey, somebody wants to dress. I brushed him, but your name came up and I just wanted to warn you. He might be in the sea. I'm confused, Al. I never knew you'd turn your back on a butt. Oh, I don't want any of this one.

6:04His buttons are loose. My advice to you is to bounce it. Wow, we've never traded advice before, Kucho. Why not? Well, after all, we're in the same racket if we can't help each other. Oh, sure, I'll, sure. I appreciate it. Give me a ring. We've got to get together sometime. Well, I've got a free night with Jimmy Parking-Neter. Yeah, we, huh? Oh, yeah. That's a parking meter. That's a letter speddy. I turned back to the desk and what I saw in front of me was an empty chair. Tom, turkey, had taken wind. I got up and walked to the window. In a minute later, I saw him come out of the building downstairs and start to cross the street. And then I saw something else. The large four-tonne truck was turning down the street, taking up speed. Instinctively, I shouted a warning. And at the last second Tom, thirty-seven, was from in front of the truck and disappeared into the alleyway. A truck wore up the street, non-it's sawed, was planted in gold letters, pained you, driver. It was nothing to say it wasn't coincidence this near Miss Miss Hat. But somehow I found myself in peace, wanting to hear more of a little guy's story.

7:07He said the old colony hotel. On the way, I stopped at the library, found an old 1943 phone book, and looked. He was listed. Thomas Turkey, it said. Out of curiosity, I'll hang the number. Hello? I wonder if you can help me. I'm inquiring about a Mr. Turkey. Turkey? The same as number no more? I know. I've not had any car for him for years. Going around? Yeah, I know, I know. I know a number named Robert one. Mr. Robert. About Turkey, could you remember what he looked like? I don't. Hey, man, he got Turkey, you look like. Oh, I know. Oh, I know. Oh, I know. Oh, I know. Oh, yeah. Small man around 50. Nice telemanic, sir. Strawberry under his left ear. Strawberry under his left ear, man. Oh, come on. Yes. Yeah, strawberry under his left ear. Well, thank you, madam, for your information. And thanks to Manning. Well, you're welcome, but I don't know what you're going to do with it. Oh, man, Turkey, dog. Good, dad, for you, dad. Sure, this is a curious, sir, I thought. They had described the man who came to my office 20 minutes ago.

8:08And now he's been dead for years. I continued on to the old colony hotel. Room 75 cents is then. Thomas Room is 114. What is it? Damn, babe. Oh, hello, Mr. Stade. I'm sorry, but anyway, I didn't think you really, Billy. Well, I'm not sure I'd do yet. Tell me, would that fucking accident? Well, I don't think you'll know. There are only three kids before to kill me. Somebody comes and push me and kind of a trowel. And then a wheelchair full of cement drops off of the building. And just needs to be removed. I'll be sure to go. Who are very and why would they want to kill you? I don't know. I'm sure. Pat, I dialed your old phone number and the people who answered said you're dead. Oh, I've a lot of people think I'm dead. Yeah. Well, do you still want me to work for you? Oh, yes. Please. Well, you'll have to tell me more than I can. I just have to tell you everything. Oh, it's hard to talk about Mr. Stade. It's not easy to admit to someone you've been a foolish man.

9:09You see, I just told you, if the island was quite tired of the long-south life. I'd like to talk about the island and I was so sick. So it's such a long time. My business was very low. So as my life and real, this has a traditional ring. And we were able to make it short. I decided to run away. When the island grows to work, I park my car in the middle of the day bridge where the suicide bloke must disappear. Where did you go? Oh, all over the world. I took a job on a boat. I did. On a boat. And then I set it in ten pile of wood here until I'm at the loan. Now you're back, why? Maybe I got lonely. Maybe I got wise and maybe. Maybe I said I paid you lots of money, but let's just say I'm back. I want to do it with him, really. How do you see that? I checked into this hotel and broke on the lake. I said I wasn't dead. I was back in front of his car. Now I wanted to come back to have a shift there with me. But I told her I wouldn't bother her unless she wants to see me. But she could come back in here. That was a week ago. And you haven't heard them? No, no. It's almost right away. These are the things my life begins. I'll show you.

10:09Now I get to a dress. Before you run, one eighth mongrel. Oh, she's picking her leg all the day. Black and we have a problem. Come on, let's go. No, no, I'm not going to see her. I'm pushy. I'll see you. Look, you're going to my apartment. Nobody above here. And you're going to see him, really? That's right. Oh, thank you. Thank you, Mr. Stage. You do believe me. I can't believe I've got the defense of my leg hanging down. I deposited Tom in my apartment with instructions to open the door for no one but me. And then I proceeded to 31-18 mongrel in a high-rent district. I was issued through a company quarter goal by a Japanese maid who told me to wait in a study heavy with my hog in a. In a moment, two people came in. The woman who wore a black vest, silver pendant, black shoes, and a complexion of the color of apple meat. She was misplenely out of black and or Mrs. Tom Turkey. An aunt turned out to be Leander Loose. The ladies' attorneys, business managers, and connect the partner.

11:09You say you have something important to discuss with me in a case. I do. I hope you don't mind my asking if you're supposed to do this. Not at all. Well, Mrs. Turkey, I just talked to your husband Tom. Mr. Stage, if you please. I say something. A rather stable account for Tom and Mr. Stage. Well, I wasn't trying for less. You were, Mr. Stage, aren't you? I was. You undoubtedly still are. I'll be expected to hear another one of these cruel jokes about my name. If I'd been getting time, Mr. Stage, someone with all is going to Stage Tom, based him, dress him, slice him. This season, they're going to kill him. They are not going to kill him. He's already dead. He's not dead, Mrs. Turkey. And you should know it. I should. Yes, he sent you a letter saying it was back in San Francisco and wanted to see you. Mr. Stage, this is going absolutely far enough. Not quite. What about the letter? I know, it's no stuck letter. I see. Well, thank you for your time. I'm sorry about it. You were bad judgment and coming in the first place. Yes, maybe you're wrong.

12:11There was four court in this someplace, Lieutenant. And it stuck out like a fox girl in black. The only thing to do was to go back to my apartment, kept Tom Turkey in confrontness to see whether her husband in the flesh. When I got back to my apartment building, I spotted in rapid succession one in ambulance, two of police cars, and upstairs, outside my half-open apartment door, I spotted three. You. I've been expecting you. What's going on, Chelsea? Yes, there he is, Sam. Who's that bullheaded man moving around your apartment? It's McCracken, the numerical examiner. Second of stiff on your rug. I stepped around, you lieutenant, and pushed the door all the way open. I saw McCracken kneeling over the body and a couple of men from homicide taking photos. I moved into the room feeling nothing good. A little guy had given me a job, and while I was jacking with his wife, somebody got to him. And in my apartment, when I'd session, McCracken stood up and I looked down at the body. Then I looked again, who I saw wasn't Tom Turkey at all. It was the late quiet at eye, Al Kucho.

13:15You are listening to the weekly adventure of radio's most famous detective, Sam Faye. You fly, dear fans of Sam Faye, as mystery on Saturday evening two on NBC. Tomorrow the man called X sets out on another mission of danger and intrigue in some far off corner of the earth. Herbert Marshall sighs as the man called X. A man without a name who travels the world over, protecting his country's interests. He lives by his wit and his business is danger. He's the man called X, tomorrow over most NBC stations. For top Sunday listening, it's another broadcast of the big show on NBC. This Sunday your stars include Fred Allen, Jack Carson, Mindy Carson, Ed Archie Gardner, Ed Wynn and many, many more. And Talula is your MC, as usual. This Sunday it's the big show on NBC.

14:21And now back to the terrified turkey paper tonight. Meet the Red Bull Dragonberry Emergize. It's one of the many new drinks out now. Who knew ice cold drinks could be so fire? Try them all only at McDonald's. Adventure with Sam Faye. While the men from Homicide were taking pictures at SEPA, you and I, Lo Tenants, were going round and round on the question, if I didn't kill a man found in my room, who did? And you were sufficiently impressed with my insult, Chelsea. Not the whole name for the murder. We bobbed to each other and I left. Thinking back to the truck that had almost run tricky down, I went to the Haines U Drive truck rental garage. What? What do you want? I'm a detective. Could you give me a list of names for everybody who rented a truck for you during the past few days?

15:22Sure. He handed me a big registration book and I read every name for the past week. For the first five days they all seemed to be nice, normal, abnormal names. And then under the rentals for the 84 were the name of John Smith. John had given his address to a 7200 chranny. And I had to know that chranny only goes up to 2,200. The dispatcher said that Smith had returned the truck about three hours before. And he remembered him as an ugly, heavy scepts and rough voice character who looked like an ex-long shaman. I had already washed the truck so the fingerprints were all out some. Smith, Mr. Frater, Jeff. Look, I'd like to speak with Mr. Tert, Mr. Black, if you know Black. Come in. Come in. Thank you. This way into the day. Well, I was sure you would look into this at all a little more and realize as it was just a blind alley. A hope for some kind. Where's Mr. Black?

16:22Oh, she's upstairs lying down. The whole affair is upset. And there she is, not to be disturbed. I think the wisest cause of action for you, Mr. Spade, is just to let them out of the house. You can't let our murder just drop Mr. Loose. The police wouldn't hear it, huh? Murderer. Who? An unflocked private detective named Al Kuchel. What does this have to do with him, yet a black? Al Kuchel called me earlier today and said that Tom Turkey was a crackpot, a little man with delusions. He tried to stop me off taking his case. He sounds like a deceiving man. Well, he didn't perceive ending up in my apartment with a bullet in his head. Well, that's too bad. But I still do. I let Tom Turkey in my apartment for safekeeping. And when I returned, he was gone and Kuchel was dead. Well, that explained itself, obviously. This detective knew that Tom Turkey was a foamy. And Turkey killed him. It can figure that way. And a number of other ways. Mr. Spade, I have no desire to sit here turning subtleties with you. And yet, no one has demonstrated that the real Tom Turkey actually exists. Alive. Now, until you do have something more concrete and less nipological,

17:22this black request that you do not come around opening up old wounds, you've made an eloquent point. So tell me one thing. Yes, I can. When did Tom Turkey disappear? I mean, what month, what day? It was, oh yes, 1943, November. But I'm not sure the exact day. I think it was in the third week. Could it have been on Thanksgiving? Very possibly. Very possibly. I returned to my office and did a little rapid mental arithmetic and came up with a number seven. From November 23rd, 1943, November 23rd, 1960, was seven years for the day. And I pondered this. What did a number seven mean to the life or death of Tom Turkey? I just hit upon the answer and was crying, Yorika, when my office door opened, I'm not. And a visitor came in on and out. He was ugly, heavy set, and looked like an ex-long shaman. I waited to see if the voice checked. You sprayed pusher like I say his calling. Here, Captain John Smith.

18:24And here's my calling card. The first bullet graze my shoulder and call the parting out of my coat. The second bullet hit the water cooler and it crashed over water and all on top of me. There, the third bullet hit I wasn't sure if the time to get stuck and stay munching through my head like a sweet. When I opened my eyes again, I expected to see St. Peter checking my ID card. But all I saw was a dust fall under my desk and applied, dating himself in a pool of water, spreading slowly over the floor. I was brought in my hand, but it came from a glass cut. I was in shambles, but alive. Captain John Smith had shoved off, obviously thinking his bullets had done their work. I'm alongside Lieutenant Kelcey. Don't tell me if I have anything more about Plumfrikey? I wasn't saying, frankly, I'm beginning to wonder if there is such a guy.

19:27Well, Colonel Kelcey, if you would have gone to the river by the name, believe it or not, a Captain John Smith just tried to kill me in my office. Oh, go on, Sam. I find it hard to think. You find it hard to think, period. Really, Sam? Did you get it? No, over at my office is a wreck, and there's a whole blast into my wall, big enough to put a basket ball in. What do they use for the Zooka? I figured dumb dumb bullets. Dumb dumb? Well, that's illegal, ain't it? Kelcey. Business tried to a significant, but every attempt on 30's life has been vicious. Has it someone not only wanted to kill him, but also mutilate him? Yeah, yeah, now that you mention it, somebody probably wanted to make identification difficult. Even dead, they didn't want anybody to know who he was. Now, listen carefully, Kelcey. This is real deep. Tom Turty disappeared on Thanksgiving of 1943. A person has to be missing seven years before he can be legally dead and is insurance collected. Now, if someone had Turkey insured, they could collect the day after this Thanksgiving. If Turty didn't show up before. You mean somebody's trying to kill him for the insurance? I would say so, Kelcey. I would say so.

20:29Now, hurry up and find him. When I put down the pole and I heard a heavy pounding, for a minute I thought it was in my head. Until I turned the face the door and standing there with a small pilgrim with bandy legs in black stockings, padaloons, white-collar coat and silk pipe hot. Hey, Luria. It wore silver buckles and what it was pounding on the floor was an 18th century wonderbuck. Hey, Luria. Have I got the right plate? For all hand, I say so. If you're looking for Captain John Smith, he got flared. Talk about it. It's expected any minute. Don't you go trying to confuse me. I'm good, Turty. What's on your mind? Well, I'm looking for a fellow named Dan. Oh, I'm so thirsty, I forgot. So I'm spainting. Hey, that's it. That's it. Oh, oh, you broke your water bottle, huh? Yeah. Good, good. That stuff's poison anyway. Have a Luria. Have a Luria. Hey, say, do you have anything to have any herbs side of a realm? For sure.

21:29I'm a kind of thirsty, you know. Any type of corn squeezing? Here. Why this, Dad? Yeah, whatever. Yeah. Good, huh? A little more. You like that, huh? Huh. Oh. Yeah. Hey, follow me. But before we go, you suppose we can have a little something for the road? It's difficult. I gave him a little, but not too much, because I didn't want him to lose his way. He worked me right down the market street, so I could look in the liquor store window. He said it's a few of my comfortable feelings, you know. There was so much good in the world. And then we turned right a few blocks until we came to the health and health mission. As far as it's great, find a banner, find a special holiday food and comfort for the unfortunate. And I'm a student, fun of it. There was a brass band sending out signals to the vicinity, but any minute, the great piece of Thanksgiving was begun.

22:29The band members and other volunteer workers were all dressed as silkums, but things couldn't see. My pilgrim led me to a God corner of the trouble room, and sitting there on a happily was none other than Tom Purgi. Hello. Hello, Tom. What happened to my apartment? What did you run away? I was a saint. You told me not to ask him to go until he came back. There's somebody knocked on the door and said, there's you, so I opened it. And two more people were coming. Tell me, was one of the male kuchoos? Yes, they get stuck there. The other man was a thief. I played a kucho shadow. And when they saw I was alone, they started arguing about what? Well, they kept me so that now that he'd brought the other man there, he wondered his money there. The other man told the government started to find a job there. I said that the door. But when I was heckling downstairs, I heard a shot and kept on running. Well, how kuchoos is dead? I thought so. This was the only place I could think of to hide. Oh, and when he heard the files out, I didn't look stuck in the murder. He knew that. And when he heard that.

23:29Hey, Tomy, the jail was of a heavenly insurance on you. Before I got away, she did. At 50,000 dollars, I'll say, but that would not be by now. Did it have a suicide cause? Is it a suicide? No. No, it's just a human. I remember. Yeah. Yeah, you'd like to talk to him, I'da wouldn't you? I'll ask you to phone number. Call her up and tell her where you are. Oh, you're not. I don't think I could. I'm too far. You've got to do something to help yourself. If you don't, I'm not, you might be a cold turkey. Oh, I'm sorry, just look out. All right. I'll do it. Well, it went and made the call. When he returned, he said that a man had answered. He said, Henrietta would come down and take Tom up. He didn't want to wait, but I sat on him. The pilgrims brought us a dish of pretty dinner saying he couldn't stand food himself. And we months to sell. In a little while, a limousine pulled up in front of a nation with someone in back whom I couldn't see. A show for a step out and came in and inquiring for Tom Turgie.

24:31It was Captain John Smith himself. When he saw me, a look of shocked surprise came over his unhamps in faith. Hoping to catch him off balance, I told that. And with a light-weeous thing that has happened at the helping hand mission in years, and we got good out of school. Money was even changed again. When I heard the odd sudden, he goes, I realized I better come up with something. You did, my man. And I did. The bandy-like pilgrims of this wonderful swipe my hand. And I swung. This got my cousin on the way. I looked up. The passenger from the limousine was just coming in. What's the meaning of this? It means, Leander Loose. That you're not going to cause Tom Turgie up for your, if I'm getting insurance policy. I'm a Leander, yes. It is. Don't stick to anyone. Period and river port. Sam, how am I going to say that? Well, it's just plain as the cranberry stain on your dress.

25:32Loose the tenderly out of business manager had her power of attorney. And secretly, he kept making the payments on Tom Turgie's insurance policy. And then he called a phone and he said, I'm going to send money to him. Yes. Sometimes you're a lightning-mining frightened man. How good might that up? Three chimes mean good times on MDC. There's fun and laughs with the chimes later tonight when Ed Gardner stars in Duffy's tavern. As usual, Duffy won't be there, but Archie the manager will definitely be on hand to serve his blue-flake special of grilled English language. This Sunday, the big show comes your way again. Sillula will be your hostess and the stars include Fred Allen, Jack Carson, Edwin, Meredith Wilson, and many, many more. It's the big show, Sunday, on MDC. Great job, Sam.

26:32Tom, the manager said, I'm going to tell you, we're going to be really tough in John's ear. No, with it, could we have a Thanksgiving paper without a captain John Smith that wouldn't be right? That the coincidence doesn't suit me. Well, if you promise not to tell any. His real name was Michael Giuseppe Gabbonsky Smith. I call him John, for sure. You're so kind. Are we going over to your mother's for cold, turkey snacks? Well, I like that I don't have to be much more. Oh. At my cousin's ear, he couldn't find a little boy. Our mother's phone is over there, Simon. He was very sad to turkey, he didn't even dry out. Effie, is there no way to curb that tongue of yours? It's a joke. There's one way. Well, come here. Oh. Oh, good night, Peter. Good night, sweetheart. The adventures of Sam Sade are produced, edited and directed by William Sere.

27:44Sam Sade was played by Steven Dunn. Lerun Tidal is Effie. Slips for tonight's adventure by Larry Roman and John Michael Hayes. Musical starring by Ludd Blusken, conducted by Robert Armbrister. Join us again next week, same time, for another adventure with Sam Sade. Here's a magnificent monogue, then visit Duffy Sathern on NBC.

28:47Meet the Red Bull Dragonberry Emergizer. It's one of the many new drinks out now. Who knew ice cold drinks could be so fire? Try the more only at McDonald's.