The Adventures of Sam Spade

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Sam's Bay Detective Agency.

Hello, sweetheart. It's only me.

Oh, Sam.

Why so modest?

Women, Effie.

Age cannot weather nor custom stale their infinite variety.

Huh?

Against their incalculable wiles, mere man is a leaf in the wind.

Oh, Sam, do you really... Oh.

Who was she and how windy was it?

Cyclonic, Effie.

We had to close every window in the house. If you will just contain your natural feminine curiosity for a few moments, I'll be right down to dictate my report on the bow window caper. Dashiell Hammett, America's leading detective fiction writer and creator of Sam Spade, The Hard-Boiled Private Eye, and William Spear, radio's outstanding producer-director of mystery and crime drama, join their talents to make your hair stand on end with the adventures of Sam Spade. Presented by the makers of Wild Root Cream Oil for the hair. To every man who says, I don't use a hair tonic or I don't believe in a hair tonic, I say this.

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Sam, what's a bow window?

Hmm?

A bow window.

A bow window is a bay window that you look into instead.

Of out of.

Look into instead of out.

Oh.

Oh, Sam.

Get your book, Panther Girl, and slink on in. What was she trying to see through the bow window?

I mean, whose house was it?

Her own.

But if it was her own house, then.

Why would she look.

It just goes to show you, darling, what some women will stoop to.

It does?

Mm-hmm. It was a low window.

Oh.

Well, whenever you're ready, Sam.

Date, November 10.

9th.

9th.

Correct. 1947. To Dr. Helmut Ries.

I was right for once.

Yeah. From Samuel Spade, license number 137596. Subject, the bow window caper.

Dear Dr.

Ries, I know that this report will not make pleasant reading for you, but you paid for it, so here it is. As far as I was concerned, it all started on Thursday morning when you called at my office. In your story, I gathered it had been going on for some time. You, you will say these are merely the actions of a jealous woman, Mr.

Spade. But I assure you there's.

More to it than that. It is, it must be a carefully thought out plan to ruin my career, my, my whole life.

In what way, Dr.

Reese?

She spies on my private consultations. Insults my women patients. I can no longer even keep a nurse for more than a week at a time. Scenes, hysterics. She outbursts of violence. I cannot continue my work under such conditions. Why don't you give her a divorce?

Why, no, no.

This is not her desire. If it were, it would be simple. No, she wants to bring me to ruin. She wants to see me on my knees in front of the popular.

Why?

That is what I want to find out. Why?

Doctor, I think you ought to take this case to a head doctor.

I have consulted a psychiatrist.

Examinal.

She's perfectly competent mentally. But you see, there is here already some mystery. For which one comes to a detective?

How long has this been going on, Dr.

Reese?

Since three months only. But in this time, she has reduced me to utter desolation.

Dr. Reese was a very good divorce lawyer right down the hall from my house. No, no, no.

I discussed the matter of a divorce with her a few days back. This was her answer. You see, a receipt for the purchase of a gun... And this note in her handwriting. I hope you will not force me to use this.

Esther. Yes.

What do you think she has in mind? Murder or suicide? She refused to discuss it. But one thing I have noticed. Since she has bought this gun, a new development, a strange man watches my house. Several times I have caught him following me. She might have hired a detective to check on whether you visit a lawyer. Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps it is very simple. But it is all too strange to be hard on.

I half-heartedly agreed that it might be Dr.

Reese, and when your check for 100 bucks didn't bounce, I went to work wholeheartedly. I reached your house on Pacific Avenue just as the.

Streetlights were going on.

It's a quiet neighborhood, so I could hear it before I got close enough to read the number on the door.

Get out of this house!

Get out!

Get out!

They seemed to be slugging their way toward the back of the house, so I decided to.

Risk an entrance.

I found the doorbell, and I was about to punch it when I caught sight of your mystery man. He was crouched in a clump of shrubbery that grew under the bow window at the corner of the house. He was still there with his eyes glued to the window when I walked up behind him.

Hey, let go of me.

Let go.

Come on, come on. You're going inside. Listen, I'm not just a snooper. I'm... I didn't say you were. I'm just inviting you inside for a better look.

Now, I'm warning you. If you don't let go of me, I'm... Stop.

Squirming, will you?

Let go! The kick he landed on me wasn't according to the Wrestling Association's rules, but I let him get away with it, mainly because I couldn't move for three or four minutes, and by that time, he'd disappeared down the street. When I recovered my faculties and staggered back to the door, I didn't bother ringing the bell. I just walked in. The hen fight was still going on somewhere in the upper reaches of the house. Then a door burst open on the upper landing, and a girl in a nurse's uniform ran.

Down the stairs toward me, pursued by a pale little woman with a pinched.

Face who was brandishing a pair of brass firetongs. You brushed past me, Dr. Reese, and headed off the pursuer.

Stop it!

Stop it!

Have you gone crazy? Give me those firetops. Give them to me.

What's the matter, Helmut?

Afraid I'll mar your light of love's beauty?

What started this?

I caught her creeping about the kitchen. She was going to poison my food. I explained to you, Mrs.

Reese.

The doctor said.

Oh, don't bother explaining, Miss Roberts.

These morbid fancies of hers.

Don't think I don't know what goes on in that office. That office where I'm not allowed anymore.

That's only because you make the patient so nervous, Esther.

I know what goes on. You and those women.

That will do, Esther. Go to your room.

Very well. But I won't have that woman in this house another day, Helmuth. Is that understood?

Go to your roommate.

I'm going. I'm going.

But remember what I said. I've warned you both.

I can't.

There, there, Miss Roberts. Now don't. There.

I can't stand anymore, Doctor. I tell you, it's making me nervous.

Wreck.

I've jumped.

Dr.

Reese. Oh, Mrs.

Bain.

You saw. You heard. Yeah.

Come into my office.

We'll talk. I think we'd better.

Doctor.

Doctor. There's still one more patient waiting to see you, Doctor.

Well, just have her wait a little longer.

Yes.

This way, Mr. Spade.

How much longer? The doctor will see you just as soon as he possibly can. Have you been feeling any better, Mrs.

Cameron? Sit down, Mr. Spade.

Thanks, but I can say what I have to say standing. Your wife's a very tragic woman, Doctor. I wish I could help her. I wish I could help you, too, but I can't. You heard her threat against Miss Robbins.

Was that a joke? There's nothing funny about jealousy.

But there is this man who watches the house and the gun she bought. I called him outside just now. Oh, well, did you get him to talk?

No, but I wouldn't worry about him if I were you.

And about that gun, the Constitution says every citizen shall have the right to bear arms. Even Parnell Thomas can't bear arms. Mr.

Spade. I've not yet told you all. If I... Oh, doctor, I'm sorry to interrupt.

But this patient, she's been waiting for more than an hour.

Well, who is she?

Mrs. Cavanaugh.

Cavanaugh. Cavanaugh, who? Well, has she been here before?

Of course, last week. Here, here's her card.

Oh, yes, yes. I'd better get it over.

Send her in.

Yes, doctor. And, doctor, I'm resigning. I'll finish the day, of course, and then I'm through. I'm sorry.

Yes, yes, well. Very well, Miss Robbins.

I can't say that I blame you.

Good luck.

Goodbye, Doctor.

Well, I'll be going along myself now, Doctor. No, no, no, no. You must hear me out, Mr. Spade. I have not yet told all.

Now, if you'll just wait until I have seen this patient.

Please, Mr. Spade, please. Okay, I'll wait outside.

Oh, I beg your pardon. Yes.

Come on in, Mrs.

Robbins.

So, uh, you're leaving the doctor's employ, uh, nurse?

I am, I am.

Well, Mr.

Spade, how does it look from the grandstand?

Messy? Mm-hmm.

You don't mind if I finish cleaning out this desk?

Go right ahead.

Thank you.

What's the matter with Esther, anyway?

I could sum the whole thing up in a single five-letter word, shall I?

You have.

Are you going to walk out on him?

Aren't you?

Yes.

Yes, I am.

Oh, but Esther isn't jealous of your type, if you don't mind my mentioning it.

I feel heartened to think that you noticed I was different.

Oh, I did, Mr. Spade.

I really did. You don't seem particularly nursey to me, either. I'm not.

My, you have a fast.

Pulse, Mr. Spade.

Yes, I've been feeling very weak the last few minutes.

I need care.

Oh, you know, you don't eat enough apples, Mr.

Spade.

Well, I guess I've finished. Oh, there's that old contract.

I wonder.

Mr. Spade, will you tell the doctor I've left and thank him for me again?

Aren't you going to say him before you go?

No, no, I'm not. He'd only beg me to stay, and it's... Well, it's simply out of the question. Oh, the poor guy.

I just don't know what I'd do if I were in his place.

For you, Mr. Spade. I did, and I told her.

She told me I was a victim of hypertension and left me with my mouth open and no thermometer in it. Five minutes after she'd gone out through the front entrance, your wife came down the stairs looking knowingly at me and the door to the doctor's office and left by the same route. Ten minutes after that, I was halfway through a 1937 National Geographic that was.

The latest edition on the waiting room.

Table, and it reached the third paragraph on the natural beauties of Winona County, Minnesota. But I never finished it. The first thing I saw when I entered.

The room was Mrs. Cavanaugh, your patient patient.

Why?

Why didn't he do it?

You, doctor, were standing over her, nervously twitching off the rubber glove from your right hand. You tested her throat for pulse, then listened through a stethoscope.

It was purely a formality. One of the.

38 caliber slugs had entered the right temple. The other had torn through the base of the skull.

How did it happen?

I don't know. I had completed the examination and walked over there to put my instruments away. When I turned back, she had a gun in her hand. Before I could stop her, she pulled the trigger.

Suicide, of course. Why?

Well, I just told her the truth, that there was nothing I or any other doctor could do for her. But she had perhaps a month, perhaps less.

She had suffered great pain, of course, for some time. You saw her shoot herself, you say? Yes, yes. The gun.

She took it out of my desk drawer. I'd removed it from my wife's room earlier today.

I see. Well, Doctor, this is the neatest suicide I ever saw.

No powder burns, and from the way she's lying, she must have shot herself in the direction of that window, at least ten feet away.

She screamed before the shots were fired.

And had time to fire a second bullet into her head and throw the gun across the room before she fell.

Well, Helmut, at last it's happened, hasn't it?

Yes, sir.

Leave this room.

I told Helmuth one of the husbands would catch up with him.

Pretty, wasn't she?

I don't remember this one.

The expression on your face might have been.

Horror or fear or both, Dr.

Reese.

But your wife was smiling. When my eyes left her face, I noticed a leaf clinging to the hem.

Of her coat.

It might have come from the shrub that grew up against the house. And his shoes were splotched with mud.

That could have and probably did come from the.

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In the Kavanaugh murder. Either your wife had killed her in.

A jealous rage, or you'd killed her with your wife's gun to frame her for the murder. I decided to let the police worry it out and.

Went home to bed.

The morning headlines were a bit of a surprise. Nurse sought in shooting of mystery woman, item. The cops had found Celeste Robbins' fingerprints all over the murder gun and items.

Mrs.

Cavanaugh, the murdered woman, had given a vacant lot as her address, and her body was lying unclaimed at the morgue.

I decided to pay her a visit.

Maxie, hey, Maxie. Oh, Sam. Sammy, my boy. Hey, it's good to look on you.

How are you, Maxwell?

Oh, fine, fine.

What brings you here, Sam? The Cavanaugh woman. The Cavanaugh, huh?

Well, let's see who's with us today. Stiftel, Milton, Schwartz, Kelly.

I knew him.

Nice guy.

Feige. Uh-huh.

Kavanaugh.

Rose.

Hello, Rose. Hey, Sam, don't you want to look at Rose?

No, I've seen her.

Ah.

Yeah, just checked her back in. Autopsy. Say, you do collect queer ones, Sam.

You take her. Why would anybody in the world knock her off?

In her condition, all he needed to do was wait. A month, a couple of weeks.

Bad as that, huh?

Worse.

Anybody claim her yet?

Well, they. Hello. Something we can do for you?

My name is Cavanaugh.

I've come for my wife. He was standing with his back to me, and I didn't get a good look at his face until he walked over.

To the desk with mask on.

The voice tipped me even before I saw the face. It was the man I'd caught outside your office window less than half an hour before the murder. If he recognized me, he didn't let it show. I waited while he went in with Maxie. When he came out, there were tears streaming down his face. I'd been waiting for two reasons. I had had some questions to ask him, and I had wanted to pay back that jolt he'd given me the night before.

I left without doing either. Hello, Sam. Oh, sweetheart. Any calls?

Lieutenant Dundee of Homicide.

Yeah.

Uh, Dr.

Reese.

Mm-hmm.

And there's a girl waiting inside. Wouldn't give any name.

So you let her wait in my private office?

I don't think.

You'll mind when you've seen her. She's by way of being a knockout.

Well, uh, thank you, Effie. That was, uh, very thoughtful of you, dear.

You're welcome, Sam.

Sam, please. Please don't be angry with me for coming here. I had to talk to somebody.

What you need is a good criminal lawyer, Nurse Rodham.

Oh, no.

Oh, no. Do you think I killed that woman?

How did your prince get on that gun? Don't tell me she threatened you with it and you grabbed it out of her hand.

No, no, I didn't. I did nothing.

Take it easy, nurse. Take it easy. Would you like a drink or something? No, no.

Thank you anyway.

I'll be all right.

Well, she came in from shopping three days ago. Just as nice as pie. And she came creeping around.

You know how she is. And she said, I bought something today. It's lovely. And with that, she hauled this gun out of her handbag. And so, to humor her... I took it and I looked at it. That was foolish.

It certainly was foolish.

Well, Nicol played it. I deal service for fingerprints. And I remember she was wearing gloves. Struck me as peculiar at the time, but I'm so stupid. I didn't think of it until just now.

Everything's a little peculiar about this caper. A woman who was dying anyway gets shot. Nobody even seems to know who she was. Doesn't make sense. No.

No, it doesn't make much sense. What should I do, Sam? Give myself up?

I think you should.

Yes, I thought you'd say that. All right, phone the place.

You've got a lot of courage. Sure you don't want a drink?

No.

No, thank you. I'll be all right. I'll be all right.

Homicide. Dundee.

Dundee, Sam Spade. I got the Robbins girl here in my office. She wants to check in. Oh?

Well, tell her to forget it, Sam. Reese's wife just made a full confession.

That tore it. In my anxiety to see how you were bearing up under the shock, Doctor, I blew a buck and a half of your money on a taxi all the way out to your address on Pacific Avenue. To my astonishment, you were wearing a look of real distress.

I don't understand it, Mr. Spade.

This confessing, it's not like her. It's all too strange to be harmless.

Dr.

Reese.

I'd like to talk to you alone.

Do you mind, Mr.

Stade? Go right ahead.

I strained my ears outside your consulting room, but all I could hear was a few vague murmurs. Then, for no good reason, I decided to have a look at your wife's bedroom upstairs. The cops had been there before me, so I didn't expect to find much, and I didn't. I was tapping the woodwork for secret panels or something when I heard a heavy tread on the stairway. I wheeled around, my hands inside my coat. A jolly-looking character in coveralls was standing in the doorway. Home electronics.

I beg your pardon?

Hagen, home electronics. I come to take the equipment.

What equipment?

The dictograph.

She don't need it no more.

Ask me, she hurt too much.

Mrs. Reese had a dictograph installed? Yeah, her metal type installation.

This here's a speaker. My own design. Looks like a portable radio, don't it?

Where's the other end? Where's the microphone?

It's in the doc's private office. You interested, eh?

Yeah, turn it on, will you?

Oh, sure. Eh, we'll get it tuned in a minute, eh?

And.

Oh, feedback.

Wait a minute, I'll fix it.

I don't know. But it's uncanny the way she uses it.

Nice, eh?

Every word we spoke together.

That's because of the dictograph.

See, Rigg, eh?

Shut up.

We cannot allow this terrible tragedy to come between us.

We love each other.

Nothing can change that.

Oh, boy.

That's as nice, eh? Of course. I just know, please, please, don't.

Now, now, stop it, Helmut. I don't want you to... Please, don't. What is it, Celeste?

What has happened?

What has happened?

You ask that?

When I've been attacked by a madwoman and accused of murder all in a space of 12 hours?

Well, it's all over now.

Just so, Helmut.

Yes, it's all over. Would you turn it up a little more? Oh, sure, sure.

Hold it, hold it.

It's all over. And I'm staring.

I suppose it was my usual thing.

I always get sorry for a poor, weak man and get involved. But this time, I'm sorry for her.

Celeste, please.

When I was a kid, I liked it. It used to make me feel powerful and, well, to watch them squirm. But it's no fun anymore watching another woman in the agonies of jealousy. And you, I thought you were just weak. You're a brutal, unscrupulous murderer.

What are you saying, Celeste?

You killed Mrs.

Cavanaugh.

What, that? That's impossible.

You stood deliberately in that window and you fired two shots right at him.

Hey, what gives you? Why, I'm working.

Because you were wearing.

Your rubber gloves, doctor.

Celeste, don't say anymore.

No, no.

Here, help me. Help me get his shirt off, Mr.

Spade.

He's been shot.

Who shot him, you? Through the window, the same man, the one who watched the house.

Oh, hold his turn again. Tight, please.

Uh, nothing. A flesh wound. His aim was bad. Yeah, too bad. Cavanaugh, you still out there? You got nothing to worry about. He's still alive. I missed him. Give me a hand. Come on. That's it. I missed him. Well, it was lucky.

You're taking the rap of your wife's murder, too, if you're a better shot. He did it.

He killed my wife. I was at the window. I saw him.

What I don't understand is why his wife confessed.

She loves him, Mr.

Cavanaugh.

You should understand that.

I guess that's what happens to love when it gets crossed up. Why didn't you tell the police what you saw?

They'd have hungered on me. She was a stranger to everyone else. I'd been quarreling with her, suspicious, acting like a maniac.

She never told me.

She must have been going to one doctor after another trying to find one that would give her one ray of hope. In pain all the time, too, and never letting my memory. Even after that first visit she made to Reese's office, I didn't tumble. I thought she was meeting him on the sly. And I followed her both times.

That last time I carried a gun. I might have killed her if what I suspected had been true.

I'm very sorry, Mr. Cavanaugh. I didn't realize.

You're pretty late with your regrets, Doctor. I don't quite figure you either. Only the prison psychiatrist can.

Dundee Homicide.

Uh, Dundee, tear up Mrs. Reese's confession. Come on over and get the doctor. Dr. Reese?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Oh, by the way, he accidentally shot himself in the arm. Isn't that right, Doctor? What? Oh, yes, yes.

Accidentally.

Why didn't she tell me?

Why didn't she tell me?

I don't know, Cavanaugh. Women, sometimes they make too much sense, or we don't make enough, or.

Maybe we're all crazy. And that, Dr. Reese, is the crop. At the risk of laboring a point, there's.

Also the mystery of why a nice girl like Celeste Robbins ever.

Fell for a guy like you.

You'll have plenty of free time to think it over between now and the trial.

If you find the answer, drop me a line.

Period.

End of report.

You know, Sam, that Celeste, I like her. I wish we could do something for her.

Well, I've already thought of that, Abby. Oh?

What are you going to do, Sam?

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Oh, here's the report, Sam. Do you want to read it over?

I do not. File it under F, but forget it.

About that poor Celeste, Sam.

Oh, yeah. Well, I made a date with Celeste to take her dancing tomorrow night. She needs cheering up, you know.

What for?

Well, you said she needed help.

Well, that isn't exactly the kind of help I had in mind. I don't see why it's necessary.

Effie, we must each of us give a particular kind of help.

each of us is particularly equipped to give.

Very well. She wished to... She used to make over men just to get the other women jealous.

That she did.

Aren't other women silly to allow themselves to get jealous... when they know just what.

She's up to? Idiotic.

Just idiotic.

Sure thing. Go home, Effie. I'm a lousy dancer.

Oh, very well. Have fun, Sam. Good night, Sam.

Good night, sweetheart. Good night.

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