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of the Adventures of Sam Spade. The original air date March the second,
nineteen fifty one and the title as the Crabblewi Caper. The National Broadcasting Company
presents the Adventures of Sam Spade. Detective can't say detective agency boon no boow
no, I beg your part? Why not to you companello? And why
are you nothing at all? Sweetheart? I just happened to have the tourist
lists of handy Italian phrases before me. North Beach. Never did that tube
North Beach, never did anybody like it just stood me. But I thought
you said, oh, by Tolomeo just wanted you to drop by for a
friendy time and some garlic, bread and red wine. But that explained the
knife gash on my coat, my old tweet. Now, Cherub, you
see it was never meant to be swimming day. Yeah yeah, what else?
By Now, your keen feminine instinct should tell you this is not the
social call, wonder girl. As a matter of fact, I plan to
drop by Presto presto with words and a little something I call view of Fisherman's
Wharf from the water or the crab Louis Caper Transcribe brand d C. William
Spear, Radio's outstanding producer, director of Mystery and Prime Drama, brings you
the greatest private detective of them all in the Adventures of Sam's Bade. One
young old well blowning up on carbatory. Taylor, How Taylor great? Great?
What's it mean? I found my secretary sist of most used Italian phrases?
Then it means I want a carburator for my vatchuret I'll remember that the
show we proceed with the business at hand. They fill it in two by
a Ptolommeo Majore, copied to Lieutenant Rossi in North Beach Division from Samuel's Fade,
License number one three seventy five nine six, subject the crab Bluie Caper,
Dear Partolomeo. Fisherman's Wharf, as you know, is as changeable as
an Italian winch all smiles and laughter of a Saturday night with the lights blazing
in the chapino palazzas and the tourists three DP around the steaming cauldron's outside.
But it's something else again of an early dawn, dark and lonely and quiet,
except for the mutter of engines as the crab boat snows out into the
fog to hang over the gate. Last night was somewhere in between. The
lights were blinking out as I left my cab and walked over to your place
of business, a gaudily painted building at the foot of the wharf with a
red, yellow and blue sign reading Musaio majori Curios Souvenirs waxworks Admission ten cents.
Who is it? I'm Sam Spade by Tolomeo called me here fast grod
with the end of the war. Is there anything I can do? Sorry?
Except for Foske's at the very end. The wharf was dark now.
It seemed early, as if something had interfered with business as usual, and
my late customers had been brushed off a couple of hours ahead of time.
I peeked through a hole in one of Foske's window shades and saw why.
It looked like the entire population of North Beach was inside. If everyone is
ready? A man? Was it this me? Yes? You, what
do you want? I'm saying Spade by telling me I'm jure I sent for
me, He say you're senior Spade. Ah see see out there, missus
pad You are wondering why you are here. It was a matter of fact.
I am but telling me. I thought, I know, I know
it. It's about my son. Louis my son, my only son.
Oh he's an inside no no, not inside out in the darkness somewhere called
and alone. You you mean he can see? Six days now they have
searched for his body. Oh when did it happen? One week today?
Crab bone? He's about something? Was he alone when it happened? You
detectives, You strike the point. Louis always always official, long until this
time. Who went on Dominictorio, his friend Dominick. This gathering is assembled
in Dominic's on. You see you mean hearing or something something more than that.
Come listen to them. I'm a sick in my belly. I'm a
sick. This all prepo factory. You should telling the ticket your temper A
fact fact fact six years louis fishing the crab along. Each day's a layover,
close the brake, a line and stringing the party. Each day he's
bringing the sun Philippe home, hockey Donckey, that's writing a body so sure,
until one fine day Dominic to hit the goal with Louis for help.
Hell, although we must deal in fac dominic is spending fact hits, the
kill Louis, showy the Louis and you know why because it's the water Rodaliah,
not the why. See how? Who's Rosalia? We must have seen
her at the crying yes with the reason. Next week she and my Louis
were to be married. It's tough. Do you think it's done? Was
in love with her? Maybe? I think nothing? Senor. Two men
friends alone and about and heavy fog. One of them dies, the other
says it is an accident. It's not for us to think or make guesses.
Say what am I supposed to do? In the records of the police,
Senor, my Louis die in an accident in the Heartspitz friends, he
was murdered for my sake, for Dominic's, for the sake of us own.
We must know the truth for this, I prefer to employ one who
is a professional and impartial. God We're going I don't believe it, We
believe me before heaven. I mit it once again. Dominic oh far was
the boat from seal Rocks on one hundred yards. I think heard the break
Sileno. Let Dominic tell the story. Go on. No, you had
dropped the last crab pot over the side. Then something went wrong with the
motor. Louis told me to look at it. I went below. Then
it happened Louis was leaning over the gun on. We untangled a float and
the sea took us by the stern we broached. I saw him go over
and plunge into the white water. I brought the boat about him for two
hours. I yelled, I circled around, I blew the whistle everything,
and the coast guard came fosky. I swear it. That's all I know.
I never saw her. Silence, My brothers, it was your will
that I sit here and judgment of Dominicatorio before I go on. Are there
any more questions you'll have to ask him? Are there any among you who
have evidence to offer against him? So be it. You know as well
as I there is only one verdict. Heere the charges dismissed. The court
is adjourned. Everyone was still for a second, like a big table,
usky, white haired and dignified on the platform, looking down at Dominic and
the rest of them, all on their feet now boring holes through him with
their eyes. He was the first to move, turning slowly walking out through
the crowd toward the door, looking tentatively from face to face, knowing now
he hadn't been acquitted at all. As one by one they turned their backs
on me. I felt terribly sorry for Dominic until he walked past me.
I got to look at his face, at his eyes in my racket,
I see that looked more often than the next guy. I never saw it
any clearer than I did now. It was fear and hatred and guilt.
So I left you talking to Fasci Bartlomeo and walked back down to the wharf
to the Missaio Rosaliah. I told you bartelomme was not here. I've seen
Bartelommeo. I want to talk to you. Sit down. I don't want
to sit down. That's a good girl. It was quite a place,
the missel i catch all for everything Naughtico you would run across in sixty odd
years of living on the sere next to it, from a ten foot shot
pickled in formaldehyde to a life size figure of Captain Kid complete with drawn sword,
lace cuffs and treasure chest at his feet next to the door. I
turned back to Rosalia, sitting on a rum keg under a flickering hurricane lamp,
the only light in the What do you want of me? Telling me?
Or wants the truth about what happened on the sand? Felipe deciding that
at the meeting they already did you mean Dominic? How did they decide?
Dismissed the charges? No evidence, no witnesses was the only thing Fusty could
do. You feel better? It doesn't bring back my Louis, No,
it doesn't. Dominic's going free now from both the law and his people.
No vengeance for Louis? Why were you crying when I came by tonight?
Haven't either right to cry with my Louis? Drop it? Why didn't you
go to the meeting afraid to give yourself away? I didn't feel like it,
That's all. You're a Sicilian, Rosaliah. Vengeance is pretty important to
you. If you'd loved Louis, you would have been in there screaming for
Dominic's scout you shut your mouth. But no, you sat home crying,
not for Louis but for Dominic. Right, how long had it been going
on? Did you know? Dominic was going to kill him when they put
out in the sand, Felipe, Why would Dominic kill him? That's a
stupid question. He's in love with you, in love with me. I
love with me, You love with me? Oh, I wish it were
so. He came for me. Has that what they say? It's all
very flattering, very I love Dominic. I both with love Dominic. Since
I was a little girl, I threw myself a Dominic and I begged him
to marry me. That's not easy for a girl to do, mister spaith.
I begged him and I promised to work for him, to be a
slave. You know what he did. He laughed upon me. You you
stand there and you tell me that he murdered for the love of me.
You wouldn't mark across the street A right? All right? Take it easier,
now, come on, So I do the silly woman thing I promised
myself to. Louis the crazy Louis to a madman. Crazy. You don't
believe that, eh. Louis the Great Capione, a champion of the crab.
Fisherman dares the fish right on the breaker line, catches more crab than
anyone else. Louis the fearless. You know why he's fearless. He's so
crazy to be afraid. What do you mean? He mutters? He talks
to himself, A rig richest, a thousands of dollars of him and me,
Louis the crab, fisherman and Knee living in the finest house and North
Beach. When was this last week? He went up in Marchelomeo's atticorn night
and he came down with a big hunk of his raw wax from the wax
works Betrosore. He called it a stupid lump of wax, and he held
it up before me. So and he says, with a mad gleam in
his eye, from this, Rosalia, from this, I woca for us
the biggest finest house you can dream of. Here, Look what's Captain Kidd
got to do? He puts it in the treasure chest. See you will
keep this a secret, Rosalie, He says, if you love me,
and he laughs again like a madman. Me love, Louis Majori. He
hated it. It was too good to be phoning a triangle. Notion had
to go. You could hardly blame Rosalia for thinking he was crazy. And
the treasure chest was a hunk of tallow, not a very fresh hunk at
that, and Louie's routine with it must have hit her like the graveyard scene
from Hamlet. Therefore, having no theory nor evidence, no witnesses, I
also had no motive. As always in situations like this, I did the
sensible thing. I went home and went to bed. All I thought I
went to bed. Hello Spade, Yeah, I got a tip for you.
Find yourself a nice, dirty divorce case somewhere and stay out of North
Beach. The lists almost sounds like a threat advice. There's a hundred bucks
in the mail for you. You'll get it this morning, plus O'Brien gift.
Can I keep it if I don't play. If you don't play,
you won't need it. I suppose it's useless to ask who this is Louis
MAJORI say that again, Lowie Majority. Shall I spell it? You might
explain it. You talked to Rosalia figure it out for yourself. Sure,
sure, so she never loved you and you knew it. So you go
over the side when the comer hit swim Ashore, then discover they think you're
dead, and decide to leave it that way rather than go through with a
wedding, I got more. So life without Rosalia and North Beach is impossible.
You can't face the shame and loose talk that goes with a busted wedding.
So you're going over the hill and find a new life for yourself.
Wait a minute, space, Oh there's more. There's more. So you're
tossing over a car, a bank account, a boat worth seven thousand dollars,
walking out on your old man, to say nothing of three years apprenticeship
and six years of hard work to get where you are. I understand perfectly,
and you're being a little in Sulling. I make a lot of my
dough with my big flat feet, but I do make some of it with
my head. I'll try again. You don't believe on Lowie, majority that
is the general idea, and it might surprise you to know that five minutes
ago I was ready to chuck the whole andy pasto. Now I'm back in
with both feet. What's with the music box? Nothing? Tell me?
Would you know, Lowie? If you saw him? I've seen his picture.
Fine, I guess I'll have to prove it to you. If I
satisfy, I'm Louie Ma Jory will you stay homes on it. Now,
where do we prove it? You know Costellani's crowd of halfway out in the
wharf, y'all. There's a ramp running around behind it. I'll see you
there in a half hour. I know just what you're going to say by
TELLINGMEO. But I didn't go alone. Roscoe was right there with me,
with his safety off. It was a kind of spog San Francisco puts on
once a year for the tourists, just to nail down its position as runner
up to London. I had to feel my way along the row of dark
chowderhouses to Castellani's. Except for the fog horn and the lapping of the water
below, there wasn't a sound. The only cheerful thing in the picture was
Roscoe, who was now out of my pocket. At the redditt, I
eased up to the corner of Castellane's. There was an alley between it and
the next building leading around on the ramp over the water. I could see
the glow of his cigarette first. Then I made him out in a slouch
hat and overcoat. He was standing at the rail. Stay right here,
Well is satisfied now, I'll let you know I moved out from the side
of the building and walked toward him. He must have known about Rascoe because
he didn't move, just let me come right up next to him. I
was stupid, sure, but it wouldn't have worked for him. Except for
the five two feet away I saw what I thought was Louis was a booby
trap. The hat and overcoat were slung over a piling with a burning cigarette
on the rail next to one of the sleeves. I rolled a one side
dust in time. The knife slashed through the petting on my left shoulder and
he was on me. Rascoe winning the drink, and I took on the
arm with a knife with my two hands thirty two teeth, unhappily overlooking a
spare foot tea knew what to do where I went through the railing like an
a silent version of the sea wolf, arriving dust in the limpid and soothing
waters of San Francisco Bay. At the moment, I was not sow.
You are listening to the weekly adventure of radio's most famous detective, Sam Spade.
Three Chimes Mean Good Times on NBC Sunday. Theater Guild on the Air
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means another Gala broadcast of the Big Show. And now back to the crab
Louie Caper. Tonight said venture with Sam's Bay. Wetting my finger and holding
it up in the wind, I quickly determined where North was, and just
as quickly decided there was no percentage in swimming the Golden Gate. A bright
blur on my starboard bow called to mind the old saying, where there's a
light, there's light. So I headed there three strokes this side of exhaustion,
I pulled up at what proved to be a landing with a Jacob's ladder
at the top of which I found a rear entrance to Foskegs, or more
accurately, FAST's private office. The door was open. I'm Sam Spade.
I've been swimming. If you're wondering a mayor told me about you. You
didn't say you were crazy. Now, maybe he didn't know you wouldn't have
a brandy lying around loose? Would you sure she don't? Thanks? I
think I saw Louie that night. Louie impossible beyond Castellan's bus shoe fasque hit
me again, William Man? What about Louis call me up, said they'd
meet me there. Just try to knife me. But it's impossible, is
it? Why would he plaintain and why would he try to kill you?
Maybe he's crazy? How do you mean you've heard of the dear old lady
who had the trunk full of pancakes? Avenger Louise saves Old Tallow Captain Kidd's
treasure chest at the Museo is full of it. Who told you this?
Rosaliah showed it to me? May I hope you? Thanks? Might be
a good idea to call another meeting and tell the people make it easier for
dominant. It was a whole meeting here, I alone a good thing they
made you. The judge Ury might be six feet under by now, got
a cigarette? You're in the box there next to the phone. Thanks.
Yeah, I went right along with him too. Shows how wrong you can
be when you went word, when you when you go by emotions and not
by evidence. This is quite a cigarette box. It stops when you put
it down. Wow, I suppose now you'll drop your sign. Sure,
sure, I'm a detective, not a psychiatrist. You've got a lunatic running
around, that's your problem. Good night, Fosky, and thanks for the
brandy. If Roscoe had been along, I might have played it differently.
But when you're sitting across a coffee table from a guy, you suddenly realize
as the wet cement already. You do what I did, Make polite noises
and concentrate on getting out on two feet. It was seven to three.
Dominic was stashed in a handy closet, listening to the whole thing, which
was handy since the next obvious move was his room and a house on Jefferson
Street, a rooming house owned and operated by a four cossage Bosom type lady
known as Mama Lucas Good. I don't know nothing, I don't know nothing.
You're scared, Mama. The Dominic threaten you. No, no,
they don't ask commit Look he killed Louis MAJORI I gotta know why. I
don't know why. I don't know nothing about it. Louie came here,
yes, yes, Louie Camill the night before it happens. Why, I
don't know. He was all excited, A handful of wax. Wax,
you know what about it? He sure did, the Dominique, and they
go into his room and talk, and then he ran off to send a
telegram. Telegraph office. Huh, well, since its official business, I
can let you read the office copy him. This message just came in tonight,
dominic Toorio regarding your inquiry analysis of samples sent here by Louis Majori,
highly promising if quality uniform and wait correct, would estimate value minimum sixty thousand
dollars partly associates Vancouver, BC. A lump of smelly stuff that looked like
old tallow picked out of the ocean and worth sixty thousand dollars was a strong
enough clue for even stupid Sam to pick up. I left the Telegraph office
on the double and pulled up at the mu Sayo Majori. Ten minutes later
plastic fluck his gym. He was too busy to notice. Man I slid
a Marlin spike out of a rack next to the rum keg luck must be
lucked. I hate to do this, Fasky. The next voice you'll hear
will be the nurse with a breakfast tray. But tell him, ma A,
what have you look? What? What have you done? His honor
was playing Pandora with Captain Kidd's treasury. Why who is Fasky surprised? Fusk
you? Why would he of old people? He likes a buckers well as
a next one, possible even more when there are sixty thousand of them?
Sixty thousand dollars? Yeah? Is it mad like a fox? And let
me try this cover off? Yeah? What is this? That may not
look like much to you and me, but to a perfume manufacturer, it's
prettier than a venus than Milo Padlow Ambergriss. That's what happens when a whale
gets a tummy egg. Louie must have run on to it ten days ago.
Sixty thousand dollars. Yeah, that's the big why of it. By
telling MAO, what, no you think? First one, I'll talk,
neither will Dominic. It is there next and they know it. Still two
men alone in a fog in a boat. See, there were only a
witness there was a witness. The eye of God was on Dominick when they
did it, the judgment of God, the swift and the shore. Dominick,
nos it? Do you think so? I love Dominick. What you
ask? There's a way to find out? What time is it? I
bust the one. There's time? Where do you keep your razor? Yeah,
I'm going to shave Captain Kidd, which I did, finishing around two
am. During the next three hours I got wet, cold and seasick and
the order name, but made it back to the Museo in time for a
couple of stiff horns at Grappa before you and I hustled down to the wharf
where Dominic was picking up bait for his crab nets. Bubb oh It,
Pollo Nail and the senior spit. I remember, mister Spade. Yeah,
last night back at Castellane's what you're talking about about, sure, Dominic,
It's all a horrible mistake. Lay you off me, will you? Herbert
Flosky said, didn't you? They dropped the charges. I'm innocent. They
cleared me. That's just why we're here. We want to make it up
with my boy. What's in your mind? You did louis a great favorite,
Dominic. When his thirty two crab pots got too much from the handle,
you went along to help him. Today we're going along to help you.
Now when do we cast off? There's a float up ahead? What
color yellow and red is? That's yours? Dominic? That's mine? Brace
great hould up alongside? Well? What's this sol of fot? I told
you, Dominic, reliant? What are you trying to do? Break me?
Towny? He's fit in an accident? You hurt? What fast?
Yeah? Yeah, yeah, yeah, I get it, Dominic, I
get it. We love you like a brother, and I told the truth.
I told the truth. When are you trying to throw torture me?
Is that what you want? For venge? The murder is another hand's no?
What you mean? There is always one witness, isn't that? Dominic?
Oh that's what you mean? Now? Is that way you came to
tell me that that's a good one hold of wheel spade. I'll bait my
neck. I'll spit in your eye one day, old man, one day,
when you get smart, you want the whole house. He wore a
lot what you get playing? I don't pratling himself like a little kid whistling
in the dark. He was a lousy actor, hail under his sun burned
and drenched with coiled by a cord. Then it began to come slower and
make it stick. When I can, I prove it in cord. I'll
see it to you. Please. Hey, what's the matter here? What's
pulling on this line? Maybe it's your conscience, Dominic. It's heavy,
it's what the Lord moves in strange ways. Okay, get it up,
let me help you there, we go fun too, like you like me,
Let it go. I hauled Louis up onto the deck and the gristly
sight. He was too, with the knife still sticking in his back.
I figured that that was where Dominic would put it. I was right,
not that it mattered, because Domnick wasn't thinking logically. From a moment he
saw Lowe's buddy tangled in his crab line. He sang us all fifty verses
then and there, and repeated them for the police demographer later when we got
him to the headquarters. It looks like a first degree rap for both him
and Fusky, and I'm waiting till it happens, before telling him the corpse
was Captain Kidd minus beard and ruffles period end of report. Damn again and
again I rediscovered, and each time a new facets a new thrill. Just
one. It's true, true, but it pleases me to hear it from
UF and so I propose to reward you in a fitting manner. First Exello
Tut tut, a corp writer for your washurette and second tax salary, ten
free tickets to the Museo MAJORI. Third an invitation to accompany me your employer,
to browse upon two bowls of chapino to and I at Castellani's and four
back salary counted, girl, counted, and bless you. But what you're
at complete with corb writer will call at your door and pres cisely one out
until Lennon good night, Sale, good night sweetheart. Three chimes mean good
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Then it's Duffy's Tavern on NBC. Welcome Back. I have to say that
I appreciated the effort that Sam put into getting the confession from someone with a
guilty conscience. It's a little less silly to find a body that looks like
the person you killed, rather than doing the whole try and convince them it's
a ghost thing. Now. As Martin Graham's notes in his book, crab
Lewis is a famous salad that originated on the West Coast, and there are
a few restaurants both in San Francisco and Seattle that will claim to be the
originator of it. And so that was a nice upon in the title.
So overall, just another really solid episode of Sam Spain. Now we turn
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here tomorrow for the beginning of this week's Yours Truly, Johnny Dollar Cereal,
where I'm at the Beverly Hilton. You call me when you've made up your
mind to talk about this matter, fine, now get out. I got
in town last night and contacted your office first thing. I wanted to talk
to you about it first, for several reasons. One year, David Parson's
father. It's your company, not his, that can be jeopardized in a
situation like this too. You seem the logical man to see to clear up
the matter easily. Now that I've seen you, I'm not so sure of
that. I'll have to go to somebody else. Wait a minute, what
do you mean go to somebody else? I mean I'm not going to sit
in the hotel room, cooling my heels waiting for you to call me.
I have to find out about this, and there are other people to talk
to, your son's wife, the whole household. They wouldn't let you in
the police. If I have to, I'd break you. I'd break you
in half. Then I'd get pretty mad and both halves of me and figure
this thing out. If it took a million years and a million dollars,
Okay, Yes, sir, get out of here. Yes, you've got
five minutes. I've got five minutes, and ten minutes and a million minutes
if I need them. We have a report. Your son's been missing for
ten days now. One of our brokers reported it. He happened to be
one of your son's clients. Missing, all right, where risy? How
would I know? I take that to me and you don't know? Do
you have any ideas? Of course not. Have you had an audit to
be a book? Since he disappeared? What have you had an audit?
Is there anything missing? Bonds? Cash in the company? Hecker, Hecker,
Throw this bum out of here and make sure he bounces a couple of
times. Throw him out. I've got you by a good twenty five pounds,
Hecker. Maybe you'd better leave, mister Dollar. I think I'll stay.
Oh wait, I get out of this bed. I do it.
Run along, mister Recker. He'll calm down. I can wait an out.
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