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Are you still there?
I believe that interpolation is hardly the choice on Mr. Spade.
To what have you been up with your pardoning expression? And has that girl regained her facility?
I, uh, want to know, but her, uh, lack of a user is good as ever if you'll pardon the expression.
Mr. Spade, sometimes I think you're a regular philanthropist.
Now, do you mean philanthropist?
How much money did you make out of that case?
Well, I, uh, broke even anyway.
That's what I mean. You're a philanthropist.
Well, you know best part of Dean.
By the way, was that man really murdered with a bus door? Or was that just publicity?
You really was, Bernadine?
Why?
That just happened to be one line or one.
I hope I don't mean that. Why was he killed?
For the wheel of life.
Oh.
You're not going to ask what that is?
Some curio, no doubt.
Listen, Bernadine. The wheel of life is, uh, oh well.
I suppose I don't have to tell you to stay away or I just sit quietly with your book in your hand.
And I'll be right down to dictate my report on the wheel of life's paper.
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I went down to St. James's in front of me to see my baby now.
Ready, Bernadine, little flower?
I'm way ahead of you.
Keep it clean.
No more than three iratis per pay.
Dr. Duffie?
Okay, I mean dork.
I mean date.
Oh, I'd love to.
July 11, 1948.
Two detectives were turned into an e-homicide detail.
San Francisco police subject.
The wheel of life caper.
I don't go away, Bernadine.
I don't know why these things always have to happen to me.
Under private detectives in the San Francisco classified directly,
there are listed somewhere in the neighborhood of 60 agencies,
several with large display ads.
But somehow, she managed to find me.
It's also strange, Mr. Spade.
I hardly know where to begin.
Well, the beginning is always a pretty good place to start,
not so far.
Yes, the beginning.
But we'd like waking out of a nightmare you can't remember.
Everything seemed out of proportion.
Even the buildings along the streets seem to be leaning at a crazy angle.
And then I realized I was driving down a hill.
I looked wildly around for something to help me get my bearings.
There was a street sign, O'Farrow, ducking my mind.
So I gave it to your secretary when she asked for my name.
Uh-huh.
And what's your real name?
I don't know.
I don't know who I am, where I came from, where I'm going.
Mr. Spade, I'm so frightened.
And I'll wait a minute.
A lot of people suffer from temporary loss and memory,
most of them recover it.
But Amnesia is a sickness, and I am not a doctor.
Oh, and you won't even try to help me?
Well, I can give you the name of a good head doctor right here in the building.
There's also missing persons.
But I'm not a missing person, I'm right here.
Yeah, I mean, where you aren't, somebody might be missing you.
That's fine.
But the police?
Oh, I'd rather not.
I might be wanted for some crime.
How do I know?
You sure you want to find out?
Oh, yes, I do.
I do, and it's terrible not knowing.
But I want to find out for myself.
Can't you understand that?
What do you think I can do for you?
You might save my life.
From what?
I'll try to tell you exactly how it happened.
First, I looked at my watch.
It was three minutes past ten.
The cable car stopped at the corner and the man got on.
I couldn't remember having seen them before,
but then I couldn't remember anything.
He sat down beside me, and he caught all of my arm.
I tried to pull away.
Well, you can see the marks, right?
Yeah.
Well, who was he?
He acted as if I were.
I think I know what you mean.
Did you find out who he was?
No, I was too frightened to speak.
What did he say?
He sort of growled it out of the side of his mouth,
but it sounded as if he said,
later it wants to see you.
You remember anybody named later?
I can't do them anything before three minutes past ten this morning.
Well, let's go on with since then.
The guy grabbed you, said somebody named later
wanted to see you, and then what?
I went into a panic, a minute to jerk away from him,
and I jumped off the moving car,
and then I looked in the classified section,
and I found you.
Why me?
I don't know.
The name I guess?
A spade?
Dig up my path.
Please, Miss O'Farrill.
Do you think I'm very silly?
No, I think you're very beautiful.
I wish you could remember whether you're married or not.
Oh, no.
Well, at least I have no wedding ring.
What have you got?
I mean, the size was visible.
Well, I couldn't find much of anything.
I went over my clothing.
There seemed to be any marks of any kind.
Well, you got any money?
Well, a little over $300.
Let's have it.
The purse too.
All right.
Uh-huh.
Let's stick Aspen, Bobby Pins, Kleenex.
Nothing here.
They couldn't have been bought in any drugstore.
Potter.
Hey, kind of Potter, is it?
Then there was this in my coat pocket.
Matchful.
The sailors' rest bar hotel, Calcutta,
1100 in Barca Dero.
A little number with an inside.
120.
What's that, a room number?
I don't know.
My purse.
You have to destroy it.
It's $10, your own money by a million.
Wow.
Divine to me?
Coin.
Chinese bit.
Good luck, please.
Probably sewn in by whoever made it, maybe in China.
That ring any bells?
No.
No, I'm afraid not.
Shoe.
What?
You're right shoe.
Let's see it.
Take it off.
You aren't going to tear it up the way you did the purse, are you?
Uh-huh.
Dust.
Plaster dust.
Is that a clue?
I don't know.
Is it?
I'm not a detective.
Well, you are in this case, baby.
If it doesn't mean anything to you, it doesn't mean anything.
Well, it doesn't.
That's everything.
What am I going to do?
Well, let me say, first, we better give you a name.
Well, Ferrell's all right.
You look like, uh...
Well, uh...
Lanna would do, but no, that's in use.
Now, how about, uh...
Poppy, for forgetfulness?
Poppy, you're fair.
And it's funny name.
I think I like it.
I think I like you, too.
I like her, too.
We may have been blanks on her brain, but the rest of her figured.
And the elevator, I started adding it up.
And by the time we reached the street floor, it came to quite a tidy sun.
Where are we going, Sam?
Far, I hope.
But first, we're going to find a place to stay.
Oh, yes, we must be practical.
Know yourself at doing it, huh?
Oh, no, Sam.
I didn't mean to.
Wait.
Somebody, you remember something?
That man, the one who followed me this morning, he's standing right out there waiting.
I want him to straw hat leaning against the news, Sam.
Where are you going, Sam?
You stay here.
I just remembered something.
I hope I could forget.
Hello, Shiggy.
What brings you back to town?
Well, I know you.
That doesn't matter.
I know you.
The name you were using when you blew this time was Shiggy Dolls.
You wouldn't take the risk of showing your face here again unless the caper was worth it.
Is that a big nose, Capet Clean?
You've been saying I'm that girl all day, why?
Damn what, damn.
Who's later?
I don't remember.
Okay, I'll give you a chance to think it over.
Hey, officer.
You're deady, Shamish Ellen.
I don't know you don't care.
Here, no.
Where do you want to get breaking up?
Oh, oh, Mr. Spade.
He's just fully giving you trouble now.
Yeah, what kind of a beat of you parlin' here, Clancy?
Letting the cheap brifter like this walk around with an armpit full of gun.
Are they hand-on-out permits?
The characters like these this day, are they?
Well, no.
How about that, son?
Have you a permit now?
Get a goop, Capet.
Oh, sure.
Where did them clever latches?
What?
Come along me, Bacovic.
Who's me, Capet?
Give me your lumps.
Stop it, I'm coming.
That's better now.
What's your blight, Mr. Spade?
I'll pay you for this, shall we?
And a goop to you, too.
I was sure, you were.
But I was also sure that I wouldn't have to worry about him for the rest of the night.
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It's been squeezed out by this sailor's rest bar.
So I tried the bosen type bartender.
Howdy mate.
You got business aboard?
Yeah, where do I find the person?
I want to show all the officers what to show us after Canada.
He's passed out in his butt.
How about the passenger?
You're going to think of him right now.
He's been most of their time in the money right here.
Which one belongs to one two old?
You a dick.
Yeah, but I got ten bucks.
Well, what I can tell you ain't worth it, but thanks anyway.
He stayed in this cabin.
I only saw him at once.
That's what he wanted to show her.
I said to the decks to it.
That's room correct to you.
It was a general.
He says, name a carolinco.
I noticed him because he was a real creep.
He's six foot four, a solid brass.
His head stuck up me and he didn't move nothing from his stand to his shoulder.
It's a real Frankenstein.
Hey, do I keep it thin?
Yeah.
Do I get a look at his room?
Yeah, sure.
I'm glad he was stopping.
So I went.
Nobody stopped me until I opened the door at one two old.
Then I stopped myself.
There was an inside room with one small window on an airship.
But it looked as if a flurry of snow had blown in.
The floor and the rest of the flat surfaces were sprinkled with a fine dirty white powder.
It wasn't snow, it was dust.
It plastered.
Like the stuff I found in Poppy's handbag and on his shoes.
I shook the place down, I'm expecting to find him.
I didn't until I opened the wardrobes.
It was the body of a well-gressed ship surgeon.
But his uniform was rumpled, torn, and bloodstained.
And the look of him has thrown a bin cut.
I wanted to pop he would be able to jog a memory that far back.
When I found the murder weapon, I hoped she couldn't.
I really did.
It was not a knife, it was not even a razor.
It was an electric buzzsaw.
That tore it.
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Time's being what they are.
I could use a little publicity.
And so could you, Lieutenant Dunney, what were the elections coming up and you with no promotion all these years?
This one time I got it instead of you and wished I hadn't.
The morning papers called at the bus on murder and went on shamelessly from there.
Horror killing related by private eyes, Stan Slade, ex-pink-ed-a-man, mum-on-mystery woman.
Elderly's slew dodges photographers, the night's hotel visit,
was in bed with Apple and Good Book, says Peeper.
There wasn't a word of truth in it, mainly because nobody could get it the facts.
I wasted most of the day down at headquarters trying to find out what name Shuggy Fellows has been booked under,
and I had dropped into the building here.
Poppy had checked out.
I decided to get back to my office and drink poison.
I heard they got the best drawer oven when a sobering influence walked in.
It was a Mr. 6'4", a solid brass.
The Frankenstein has been described to me by the brass enterers,
the archival of room 1-2-0.
Excuse me, I am Koryenko.
Please, I shall sit down, I am so heavy.
I can serve an honk.
Mr. Slade, excuse me, I am so heavy, I am Koryenko.
So you told me, I am really spayed, myself.
So, why are she hiding from me?
Who?
That girl in this budget.
Or I am paying one month in advance, $300 a American, me, she have deserved.
I am not rich, only moderately wealthy.
But you understand, it's not question for modus alone.
That ship's doctor, he was most kind to me.
He cared to me even after I arrived.
Now he are dead for his pains, he's dorthy three.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know how you feel.
Now, if you'll take it a little easy, I think we'll get farther.
You say this girl's name is Paget.
And she traveled with you.
From Makada, where she is the Florence Nightingale
for Portuguese hospitals, forcing me to employ her,
all others being Chinese nuns.
That figures.
You were sick?
No, only I am so heavy, they are breaking my back
in traffic accident, a rickshaw collusion.
You're wearing a plastic cast?
Yeah, it's like a tortilla and clothes with my neck sticking out.
Look, see?
Now it is better as before.
The ship's doctor trimmed the rough edges with buzz saw.
Buzz, buzz, buzz.
I can walk.
But it's like suit from armor, for which I alive.
Look.
I looked again where he opened his shirt front,
exposing the gray white shell of plaster that surrounded his trunk
from collarbone to hips.
In a six inch circle over the left side of his chest,
I counted four bullet gouges.
I dug one of the slugs out and examined it,
with a sturdy two-calibre.
The plastic cast, with his molded to the shape of his body,
was no more than an inch thick.
I didn't see how it had stopped the slug.
I didn't see how it had stopped the slug.
I didn't see how it had stopped the slugs, but it had.
About then, the parts of Korolanko,
that were not held rigid in the cast,
began to tremble violently.
Why are they doing this?
Why?
To a workshop like helpless man?
Why Mr. Spade? Why? Why? Why?
Why did you have that cast, poor man?
Don't I set Macau?
The Portuguese hospital there?
The same.
They are hanging me up with the neck and plastering me.
Comes great pain.
They put me to sleep from anesthetics.
I am waking up in ambulance arriving at shipboard.
Why do you wish I should tell you my operation?
More important things we should be discussing.
I think so too. I think Miss Paget and her friends
had something they wanted to smuggle out of Macau
and in the San Francisco.
And you're it.
Oh, excuse me. I am not comprehensible.
Look, I mean, while you were out with the anesthetic,
they planted the goods, whatever they are, in or under your cast.
Oh, oh, that is why I am so heavy.
The wheel. The wheel.
The what? The wheel. Look, I show you.
He marled a manila envelope out of his overcoat pocket
and waved it on my face.
I think it over to my desk and fished out the contents.
It was a set of X-ray films.
Three of his spines showing the fractions.
Four of the skulls.
Three I couldn't figure out.
And one of his ribcage.
Only something new had been added.
In silhouette, it looked like the wheel of the child's wagon.
What is it, this wheel?
What to do? What to do?
Six months, I must remain in this thread's jacket.
If I remove it, I die.
If I keep it on, they kill me together, smuggled.
Well, you look to me like the luckiest man alive at wheeler,
or whatever it is, saved your life by stopping four slugs.
But still, I shall die. How shall I die?
When shall I die?
Your best advice is please.
Carl Enkel.
I think you better die right now.
Excuse me?
It's the only safe place for you.
The morgue.
I called my friend Maxie the morgue man,
gave him pitch number 137596.
He agreed to play along.
An hour later, I stood on the curb.
Head bowed, had in hand as the morgue wagon drove away
to the gathering mist.
What's that face in the way?
What do you want, sugar?
I want to blast this gun straight through,
and I will, if you give me an excuse at all.
You sound like you mean that, sugar?
You're getting smart, chamois. I got gone.
Where to?
Mr. Leither, I'm supposed to see you.
Oh, I see you.
I see you.
Oh yes, yes, yes, coming.
Oh, sugar, dear boy.
You've not failed me this time.
This will be the favor of Mr. Spade.
Come in, come in.
Sit down, Mr. Spade.
We'll talk.
Tell you I can't just get that pistol out of my ribs.
Oh, that's the way I'm going.
Guns will get that pistol out of my ribs.
Oh, yes indeed, sugar.
You mustn't overdo it.
And get him out of here.
I'm tired and nervous.
And my price goes up 1,000 bucks every minute
he's in this room.
And I get the 10,000 I kill him.
Then the price jumps to 100 to take care of me on a murder
rat.
I should ought to plug you downstairs.
Come, come, sugar.
Don't be undratious.
You wait in the other room now.
I've cared your party.
I'd get mine later.
There it is.
He's bite much worse than his bark, Mr. Spade.
Don't start boring me so early in the evening.
I came here to talk about the wheel.
So you know about the wheel?
I do better than that.
I've got it.
That may well be, but you know what to do with it.
I got two possibilities.
I can turn it over to the cops and you with it
or I can sit on it until it hatches.
A queen conceita.
Round and round the little wheel goes
and where it shall stop nobody knows.
That's where you're wrong.
It stops right here.
See, but it's not placed in your bets.
Just what do you mean by that, sir?
There's part of it.
What is it?
It's one of the sluggic guns that will throw it
to Carlanko.
I got three more just like it that I dug out of him
before he was carried to the morgue.
Well, an advantage, I'll admit,
but hardly worth your while to take advantage of.
Don't be too sure of that.
Just how much do you know about the wheel?
So far it's been worth two human lives to you
with the risk you're on.
That tells me all I need to know.
Oh, no, not quite.
Men have been killed in holdups
for a few bolt-risk operands, but the wheel
is a horse of another color.
That's not changed wheel horses and men's stream,
it's the later.
Humans understand that the wheel
has no absolute finitive value.
Monetarily speaking, the British Museum
I'd pay close on to 5,000 pounds,
hot as it is for the privilege of returning it.
Oxidendals aren't the pookers
or the ones that they once were in the audience.
After the wheel, if countenance by the Western powers
would have most grave consequences, most grave,
are you attending, sir?
Wake me up when you get to the point.
Oh, the point, sir, is this.
That little wheel, that little wheel of gold,
is the wheel of life, which the Buddha himself
has said to have received into his hands from paradise.
Now, given such a relic,
a few old Buddhist monks can set up a shrine
which, even in the most miserable surroundings,
can attract enough pilgrims
to outgrowth, radiosity, Madison Square Garden,
and Miami Beach in season.
To say I'm having a higher way?
Yes, quite.
In short, we propose to act as booking agents
for the wheel on a royalty basis,
with the percentage of the house.
Why did you bring it to San Francisco?
Oh, God, sir.
Where we to bargain in the audience,
we should be hacked to pieces in our beds.
I'll settle for a lump sum and let you do the bargaining.
And your price, sir?
We can talk money later.
First, I gotta give the cops somebody
for the doctor's murder and for Korolenko.
Uh-huh.
That ought not to be too difficult.
When may I expect delivery?
I'll check out.
Hey, what's up, San Francisco?
I'm ready.
Say hello, Mark.
Maxi, Sam Spade.
Yes, Sammy.
A deal's okay.
Send it up.
The address is Sam.
Sam, wait.
Yeah?
Sam.
And here no more.
What happened?
Somebody claimed him.
A girl.
And said she's his daughter.
What did he do?
When I'm playing dead like you told him to.
Actually, what did you send him?
Avalon mortuary.
Korol engine hate.
Okay, uh, by the way.
Hey, yes, Sammy.
And Maxi put some clean sheets in that morgue wagon size 16.
I may be your next passenger.
At the Avalon mortuary, the night watcher let me in.
He sent Mr. Korolenko's daughter.
It brought him over the night bag and was keeping his vigil
by his beer and slumber room number seven.
I approached on tiptoe just as I reached the door.
I heard the most terrible sound I've ever heard.
It was a buzzsaw biting into plaster.
How deep I didn't like to think.
I did the first thing that popped into my head.
I grabbed a lamp from a console, smashed the bulb,
and turned it into a base of clouds.
This luck would have it.
Slumber room number seven was on the same fuse box.
This luck would not have it.
I was facing a desperate woman in the dark.
I hugged the carpet while she emptied the gun.
I hoped you didn't have a smell.
I forgot about the buzzsaw.
The room lighted up momentarily from the lights inside my head.
And I staggered back against the wall.
I waited for her to get her bearings again.
There was no hope of me getting mine.
Then I heard a big hollow fart.
The whole room shook and the lights went on.
Poppio feral and or a pageant lay on the floor
under the stony weight of Korolenko plus 60 pounds of plaster.
Get up! Help! You're pushing me!
Hey, God! I'm so heavy!
You comfortable air Korolenko?
Comfortable in such situation.
Do you ask the turtle or he comfortable?
Is fake or unbed of nails?
Is equally here as elsewhere.
Yeah, okay, okay.
Just hold it there until I get a statement.
And he did.
Item, statement by the aforesaid.
It was like waking out of a nightmare.
You can't remember.
Everything seemed out of proportion.
That was her story.
And I had to admire the way she stuck to it.
But if you keep trying, I'm sure she'll get back enough of her memory
to confess that she planted a wheel of life
in Korolenko's turtle shell
when she decided to double-cross sugar and later.
They never funneled her hiding place.
They were gunning for Korolenko
because they thought Poppy was working with him.
Which was true in a way, but not the way that they thought.
That's why they tortured the doctor
in an effort to learn Che's whereabouts.
I understand your boys have picked up the rest of the trail
and they can tell you everything except why I conceived the brilliant idea
of having Korolenko played dead.
Between you and me, amnesia's a handy little gadget to have around, Andy.
I'm trying to draw a few strategic blanks myself.
Kirid's end of reports.
Pardon me, Mr. Spade.
You're just a few little coincidentals
that I do not find entirely reprehensible.
Such as.
Well, I don't want to appear lucid or anything about that.
Believe me, you doesn't.
I mean, don't it.
Ha-ha, you say the sweetest thing.
But it's about the wheel.
Oh, yes, the wheel.
Well, I'll tell you what you do.
You type that up.
I've got to call in about that now.
Tonight, when you're making out your must-do list for tomorrow,
why not include a reminder to get wildroot cream oil for the hair?
Honestly, man, you'll be delighted with the neat natural way
wildroot cream oil grooms your hair.
The way it relieves that annoying dryness
and removes loose ugly dandruff.
Just try it and see if I'm not giving you a good steer.
Make an out right now to call it your drug
or toilet goods counter for wildroot cream oil.
Get the big economy bottle and the handy YouTube
that's easy to pack when you travel.
Also, ask your barber for a professional application
of wildroot cream oil hair tonic.
Again and again, the choice of men
who put good grooming first.
I did you a shirt and a low down on the wheel of life?
Oh, certainly didn't.
No, we won't know about that for six months.
Because definitively, I mean definitely,
that plastic has to stay on it.
Doctor's orders, you know.
But I will be here six months from now.
You can say that again.
But I will be here six months from now.
By repeating yourself.
But you just said you can say that again?
Yeah.
So, just say please if I was sitting here.
Uh-huh, that's what I like about you, Bernadina.
A woman of distinction, that's what you are.
Well, if you want to take your dancing,
why don't you just say so?
Bernadina.
It's leapier, and I always say discrimination
is the better part of value.
You are absolutely corrupt.
Well, I'm glad I'm right about something.
Good night, Mrs. Day.
Good night, and I'll say that it kills me sweetheart.
The Adventures of Sam Spade.
The Adventures of Sam Spade.
Daschal Hammett's famous private detective
are produced and directed by William Spere.
Sam Spade is played by Howard Dove.
The Adventures of Sam Spade are written for radio
by Bob Tolman and Gildoud,
with musical direction by Ludglusken.
Gildoud directed tonight's broadcast
in William Spere's absence.
Join us again next Sunday for another adventure
with Sam Spade.
Brought to you by Wildrood Creme Oil.
Again and again, the choice of men
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