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Golden Age Detectives — Boston Blackie - Fifty Hunter Street. Machine-transcribed; use the interactive transcript above to jump the player to any line.
10 p.m. Eastern wartime. Your dial is set at 6.60 W.E.A.F. New York. 10 p.m. Eastern wartime. Your dial is set at 6.60 W.E.A.F. New York. 20 p.m. Eastern wartime. Your dial is set at 6.60 W.E.A.F. New York. 10 p.m. Eastern wartime. Your dial is set at 6.60 W.E.A.F. New York. Sorry, he's not. This is his secretary, Mr. O'Shell. Can I help you? Yes, you can deliver a message for me. I've been trying to reach him all day. This is John Partridge, president of the Morton National Bank.
Mr. Partridge, but... Well, Arthur Borden is president of the Morton Bank, isn't he? Not since yesterday, he's not. Give this message to Mr. Manleather, please. Tell him that his notes to the bank were due in payable on Monday of this week, and we must have our money. But, Mr. Partridge, we showed our books to Mr. Borden on the last week, and he agreed to extend the notes until our accounts receivable came in. Our businesses in fine shape, Mr. Partridge, our books prove it. Please tell Mr. Manleather that we'll accept our money in the morning, Mr. O'Shell. But it's $100,000. We can't possibly raise that money overnight. I'm sorry, that's Mr. Manleather's problem. Goodbye. $100,000. Hello, Gene. Mr. Manleather, the bank just called. There's a new president. And they want to foreclose on my notes. How did you know? I read this letter. I got it at the house this morning. Here, read it. If you want to know how to prevent the bank from foreclosing on your note, have your friend Boston Blackie visit a house at 50-hundredth Street at 7 o'clock this evening.
Signed a friend. Mr. Manleather, what does that mean? I don't know. I can't see any connection between the bank and Blackie. But I do know I won't ask him to go to Hunter Street. Well, can we raise $100,000 for the notes overnight? I don't think so, but I'll try. There isn't much hope. Then you must call your friend Blackie. No, it can only mean trouble for Blackie. I don't know how or why, but it must be trouble for him if I'm being forced to ask him to go there. But Blackie drives on trouble, Mr. Manleather. And it'll save your business. No, I won't call Blackie. I'm going out to try to raise the money. You'll hear from me later. All right, sir. Alice, will you call a number for me, please? Get me Boston Blackie. Get me Boston Blackie. Four words that the week used to call their champion. You know, some expressions seem so natural and right. We use them all the time without even thinking, like Ruby Red and Sky Blue and so on. Well, what I get a particular kick out of is the fact that we've added a new one to the nation's vocabulary. Yes, I hear tell that nowadays,
you ladies say, Rin so white when you want to talk about really white clothes. Of course, there's a mighty good reason why Rin so gets your clothes so white. Rin so's salty rich suds won't take no for an answer from dirt. They pitch right in in your turbo washer and go to town. Yes, Rin so gets out more dirt. And that's why you ladies are able to turn your head off. And that's why you ladies are able to turn your head off. Yes, Rin so gets out more dirt. And that's why you ladies are able to turn out those beautiful Rin so white, Rin so bright washes. So next wash day, whistle for the kind of wash you're proud to hang on your lines, like this. And remember, it stands for Rin so white. Now, meet Chester Morris as Boston Blackie. Tell me, Blackie, which one of these girls do you like best?
Take a look at their pictures. All right, Shorty, I'll judge your personal beauty contest for you. Now, this blonde here, hold it, Shorty, I'll get the phone. Hello? Blackie? Yes. Blackie, this is Gene. I had to call you. Mr. Manletter's in terrible trouble. Hey, come on. Will you, Blackie? Can I get off that phone? I got to know about this red hair. Lay off, Shorty. What is it, Gene? What's the matter with Arthur? The bank called him hour ago. I've been trying since then to reach you. They're going to take over the business. If Arthur doesn't redeem his notes for $100,000 by tomorrow morning. They can't do that, Gene. Yes, they can. The notes are overdue. Hey, boss. What about this prunette? Now, come on, come on. Quiet. Not you, Gene. Look, honey, I haven't anywhere near $100,000. And I wouldn't know where to go to get it by tomorrow morning. I didn't expect you. Would, Blackie. But Mr. Manletter received a message saying that if you come to 50 Hutter Street at 7 o'clock tonight, the notes will be renewed. If I go to 50 Hutter Street, well, what does that mean? I don't know, Blackie. But if I show up, they'll renew. That's what the note says. Mr. Manletter knew you'd be in some kind of danger if you went.
And he would mask you. Oh, don't worry, Chick. You'll hear from me. Bye. So you finally got done. Now, come on, help me. Look at it. I got 50 pictures here. Pick out the one I should print up on my phone. I can't do anything about your pin-up problem now, Shorty. I've got something at 50 Hutter Street that I've got to pin down. Come in, Blackie. Come in, Blackie. Come in, Blackie. Come in, Blackie. Come in, Blackie. Come in, Blackie. Come in, Blackie. Hey, what is this? Sounds like a record. Hey, you behind that desk. You on the mask. What is this? Come on, talk. First of all, Boston, Blackie. Don't try anything foolish. There's one of my men behind you with a gun. And now they should turn around to see. Let me tell you that you are listening to this recording, which I made. Because I don't want you to know what my voice sounds like in person. A record, huh? Well, personally, I prefer Harry James.
Lucky? I want you to listen carefully to what follows. Are you anything to say? Sure I have. I hope you're... Don't. Okay, boss. Take the record off. He's out cold. I, uh, hope I didn't hit him too hard, boss. There's no sense killing him. The law is going to do that for us very soon. Gee, Blackie, where you been? I haven't had him pups. Well, I hope they look like their mother. Well, I'm back, Shorty. Only I'm not the same guy. You should have had your head examined for going down to that hundredth street joint. He is. I had a crack. That's worse. A bullet hole. Yeah. Yeah, co-pockets. Who'd you shoot, Blackie? I didn't shoot anybody, Shorty. Somebody slugged me and when I woke up, my gun was gone and this hole was in my pocket. I must have been out for hours. It's, uh, it's almost 11 o'clock. I called Jean and she told me the bank renewed man letters notes.
The minute I showed up at the hundredth street place. Somebody sure took another crack at your head, Blackie? Yeah, it's more than that, Shorty. Only how much more and exactly what? I don't know. Uh, get my robe, will you please? Yeah, yeah, sure, boss. Uh, give me a coat and I'll hang it over this head chair. Well, here it is. Blackie, what do you make of this business this afternoon? I don't make it. It's got me stoned. Yeah, me too. Well, here's your robe. Thanks. I think I'll lie down and relax for half an hour. Would you mind fixing me some crawfish? Sure, sure. Have a free and just a minute, boss. Thank you. Hello, Blackie. Glad to see me? Well, Inspector Faraday. Of course I'm glad to see you. Which goes to prove how easy I am to please. Very funny. Now, Blackie, I think you overdid it this afternoon. Or my head sure feels like I did. That isn't what I mean. Have you ever heard of a private detective named Fred Viswell? That crooked jammas? Yeah. Oh, sure, I've heard of him. And he's heard of me, too, Faraday. I got the guy's license suspended when he tried to blackmail me, uh, a couple of friends of mine, you know, last year. That's the guy. He didn't like you, Blackie. You know, I'd feel a whole lot worse if you said Rita Hayworth didn't like me.
You didn't like him either? I hate rats, Faraday. Come on, what's all this about? Nothing. Only Viswell was found shot to death an hour ago, huh? I'm taking you in for his murdered, Blackie. Now, let's get going. Now, look, Faraday, you've done ridiculous things every day of your life. But right now, you're borrowing from next week. What makes you think I bumped off this wall? I don't think it I know it. We've got your gun and it's got your fingerprints on it. Oh. We found it near Viswell's body. And if I'm not mistaken, isn't that a bullet hole in the pocket of this court of yours on the chair? You fired from your pocket. Well, maybe I burned the hole of the cigarette. No cigarette ever burned a hole like that. Come on, let's get going, Blackie. Get dressed and hurry up. Take off that rope. Put a cord on. You're coming with me. Come on, take that rope off. All right, all right. Pretty raw business. Too bad you won't be allowed to wear it in jail. You like this robe inspector? Mm-hmm. Well, here, take a good look at it. Lovely. Take a good look at it. Right over your head. Shorty. Shorty. Yeah, I might hear, boss. I was waiting for a signal for you before I come to help me tie him up, Shorty. Well, you was the court from the robe. Now, I had inspector. Quiet. Don't you know it's impolite to talk with your mouthful.
You'll be tied up like a tick and then just a little minute now. Well, I know what the score is now, Shorty. Somebody's fixed it to look like I knocked off red visible. Yeah, I heard. In a very pretty picture, is it, boss? I'm not worried about the picture, Shorty. I'm worried about the frame. Who is it? Who's there? Let me hear Gene Horry. It's Blacky. Blacky? Well, thanks. Hi. I'm sorry about coming to your apartment at this hour, Gene, but I couldn't reach you on the telephone. Well, they closed the downstairs switchboard at midnight. What is it, Blacky? What's wrong? I need information, Gene. I need all you know or can remember. There's some connection between a private detective named Fred Viswell and somebody at the Morton National Bank. Now, who was it that spoke to you on the telephone? The new president. His name is John Partridge. Well, that's the man I'm going to see. Faraday's on my trail again, Gene, and I've got to clear myself. Oh, you'll never be able to get into the bank to see Partridge?
Especially, Faraday has a dragnet out for you. As soon as you show up, they'll throw you in jail. Oh, and don't worry. I'll figure out a way to get in to see him. But if I don't get anywhere with Partridge, I'm a dead duck. Good morning, Mr. Partridge. Good morning, Mr. Partridge. Good morning, Mr. Partridge. Good morning. Oh, let's remember your death at the partridge. Thank you. I'll be in my office if anyone wants me. Don't open your mouth, Partridge, or this gun will shut it permanently. Well, what do you want? Aren't you one of the special police who protects the bank? Or don't let this uniform fool you. I want it just to get in here. And keep away from your desk. You know, I'm allergic to the sudden pushing of buttons. Ah, that's better. Now, do you know who I am? No. I'm Boston Blackie. That doesn't mean a thing to me. Oh, I think it does. You called off the man at his office and told him the bank wouldn't renew his notes.
But he received a letter saying that if I were to go to 50 Hyundai Street, the bank would renew. Maybe you know what you're talking about, but I don't. You've got to be the man behind a pretty shrewd frame of Partridge. Unless you're acting on somebody's instructions. Now, which is it? You know that if I raised my voice, you'd be shot dead by the bank guards before you could go through the front door. Well, I'd have company Partridge believe me. You. Inspector Faraday thinks I killed a man. They don't hang you twice for double killing. Why was I framed for the murder of Fred Viswell? I don't know any Fred Viswell. And I don't know anything about any telephone call. It was supposed to be made by me. The Arthur man letter. You don't, eh? How about the renewal of man letters note? There never was any question about renewing man letters. Noteworthy is excellent. The note was renewed by me personally at 10 o'clock yesterday morning, with a notary attesting to the time. And that was certainly long before my alleged phone call. You played it cosy, eh? You knew man letter would call me, so you bluffed him. How long are you going to make me stand here? Can't you see there's nothing I know that can help you?
Why don't you go? I will. I've got another stop to make. But the minute I leave this office, you'll call for help, of course. Of course? Oh, but you're not going to. You know, the only way you can do any calling, Partridge, is to talk in your sleep. Mr. Borden? Yes. I'm sorry to disturb you at your home. My name is Boston Blacky. How do you do, Mr. Blacky? I, uh, I came up here to see you, Mr. Borden, about your bank. You mean about what used to be my bank? I'm sorry. Uh, who decided to replace you as President? The Board of Directors. Oh, and was it done suddenly? Yes. Very. Uh-huh, and, uh, where did John Partridge come from? I don't know. You'd been on our Board of Directors, only a few years ago. Where did John Partridge come from? I don't know. You'd been on our Board of Directors, only a short while. Oh. I'm an old man, Blacky. The loss of my bank was a blow to me. Everything came so suddenly, I hadn't gotten used to being there anymore. Well, you forgive me if I'd rather not talk about it.
Oh, I understand, Mr. Borden. I'm going to try to get your bank back for you, but I need some help. Now, here's an address where I can be reached. Oh, you must have some oil employee at the bank. You can depend on it. Would you call him and get him to find out something about Partridge? And if you get any information, send me a message. And, uh, send that ring you're wearing with it, so I know it's from you. I'll send you a message if I get it. But with just a paper clip on it, I haven't been able to get this ring off in years. The paper clip will identify my messenger. If I hear anything good. Give me a little help. I'll turn a matter over to Inspector Faraday, get rid of the charge against myself, and give you a bank right in your side pocket. We've got to stay down here at my waterfront hideout during the day, Shorty. Every cop in town is on our tail. And Faraday's sworn he won't sleep till he brings me in. It's okay with me, Blackie.
And go ahead, it's your deal. You got me, let me see. You got me 60 to 17 and two boxes. Go ahead, it's your deal. You know one thing about Jim Rummy, it sure passes the time away. Yeah, passes my doorway, too. Okay, you two, hoist him. Come on, Patsy. Yeah, yeah, I'm coming. Now look, Blackie. Stand up and don't try nothing. No, nothing foolish. I know all about you and your trucks. Well, I wasn't exactly going to ask you to pick a card. Who are you? A guy who ain't going to be outsmarted by you. Oh. That little guy, Patsy. Yeah, yeah, time up. Good, too. Talk, tie. Why, I'm tying him. He ain't going to go nowhere for a while. Okay. Well, suppose we start moving, Blackie. You ready, Patsy? Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm ready, Mug. Well, of course, don't anybody ask me. You're ready, Blackie. But you don't know for what? I'll start moving. Oh, this is a ride, huh? Okay. One way. Oh, I wouldn't say that, Blackie. We're coming back. Patsy and me. That we got orders to get you.
Orders to get me, huh? Dealing in the Blackie market? You'll strain an arm reaching for jokes like that, Blackie. I thought that was rather clever, but you might as well know something. Yeah? We ain't taking you on any gang, right? We're turning you over to the cop. Yeah, I'll bet. A couple of hoods like you wouldn't go within two miles at headquarters. I guarantee Faraday's got charges hanging over both you guys. Maybe. Only he'll be so glad to see you, he won't be able to think straight. All right, let's get moving, Blackie. And remember, I'm the guy that's got the gun on you. Okay, Mug. But take my word for it. You're going to beg me to forget that. Blackie, there's something natural about the way you look behind bars. Yeah. They look good on you. You've got no idea how nice it is to see you sitting so sweetly in that cell. Now Faraday, listen, I didn't knock off this. Well, no kidding. Oh, of course not. And you didn't throw your bathroom over my head and tie me up either. Did you, Blackie? Well, yes, I did do that, Faraday. You know I did. But I did it to help you. Oh, this is going to be good now.
Tell me how. Well, somebody knocked off Fred Vizzwell. Your job is to catch murder, Faraday. I had to be free to help you, see? Blackie, you should have been a lawyer. Thanks. Only you're overlooking a slight something. Your gun. Your pretty little gun. With your fingerprints on it. And a slug from it and Vizzwell's head and the bullet hole in your coat pocket. Nobody else killed Vizzwell, Blackie. You've got no alibi. You hated the guy and your gun did the job. Looks like kind of a perfect job to me. This is a frame up, Faraday. Now, you've got to do something you've never done before. Oh, what? You're your head. Well, you're in jail, Blackie. And you tell me to use my head. Don't you think this is a spot where you should use your... Well, it seems as though Inspector Faraday is about to realize a lifelong ambition. And has finally found a charge against Boston Blackie that will stick. However, that remains to be seen, of course. You know, you ladies really have it all over the men, folks, when it comes to being sensible about clothes. Come summertime, for instance.
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And Blackie can't clear himself while he's in prison. Into the cell block where Blackie is being kept, walks a young lady. The policeman at the end of the quarters said I could come in and talk to all the other policemen in the whole jail. And your other policemen thought I'd come over and talk to you. All right, miss. But about what? About the ball, of course. Everybody knows about the ball. What ball? The ball we're giving. But I'm selling tickets only to policemen. Well, no, I've heard everything. Selling tickets to policemen for a civilian's ball. How much are they? A dollar. But the policemen at the end of the quarters said I could come over. Look here. Here's a dollar and keep the tickets. And the next policeman is right down past this row of cells. Go by the him, will you, please? Yes. And don't tell me that bag you're carrying is full of tickets around that many policemen. Are you so silly? Of course not. I always carry a bag. It makes me look as if I'm always about ready to go someplace else. Well, you can go right now. I don't like the door. You can walk down the corridor until you find another cop at the end of it. His name's Murphy.
Isn't every policeman? Oh, I don't know. All right, go on, miss. Right down the corridor. Don't mind them mugs in the cells. Blacky. Jane, what are you doing here? This isn't visiting day. Blacky, listen. I've got to keep walking when the guard looks this way. Oh, don't be silly. Come in, the door's open. The cell door's open. Sure, try it. It is. Blacky, how did you do that? Close the door. You know, I could open the cell door. All right, Jane. That was a cinch. But I haven't figured out yet how to get past the guards at both ends of the guard. Stop figuring it, Blacky. Here. Look at this bag I brought. It's an outfit that matches the one I'm wearing. Only it's a couple of sizes larger. Put it on quick. All right, and leave you in the cell. Oh, nothing doing, honey. I'll go out the door. I came in, Blacky. You go out the other one. Only hurry. The guard might get curious. Okay. Well, it won't take me a second. Our first room of trousers up and on when it dries. Oh, you brought a wig, too. You think of everything. Can I get into these shoes? Sure, you can. Hurry, Blacky. Don't forget your hat.
Say it's a cute one. All right, zip me up. We're in. All set. I just walk out, Blacky. Tell a cop at the end of the corridor. His name's Murphy. Tell him you ran out of tickets. Can you talk like a girl? Who me? Of course I can. You better not talk. Bye, Blacky. See you back in my car. Thanks, Jane. You're wonderful. See you later, Blacky. You look awful cute in that outfit. Watch out for the wool. Oh, not me. For once I want to be on the receiving end of a... This is the house, Shorty. I don't know what I'd expect to find here, but let's go in. Why, boss? Well, maybe I can pick up something inside. It'll give me a clue to that masked man. You see any lights? No. Nope, there ain't anybody. Okay, now don't hit your flashlight, but we close the street door. Oh, what kind of a lock is this? I don't know. But if you're working on it, it's an easy lock. I'll guarantee you that. No, Shorty. It's an open lock. Come on in.
Quiet. Hit your flash, Shorty. Right. Yeah, this is the room where I got caught. The masked guy sat right over there facing me, with his hands folded on that table, and he... Shorty. Well, what happened? I know now who the masked guy was, Shorty. Yeah? I'm going to straighten out this whole mess. Where do I look up a number in this phone book? Let's see. Yeah, we call him like he. I'm calling the murder of Fred Biswell. Wait a minute. Yeah. Here it is. So now let's hope I sound like the mug. Hey, boys, this is Mark. Come right down to Hunter Street House. I got Blackie here. He's Hoyt. Oh, you want to talk to him? Okay. Talk to the boys, Blackie, or you'll get it again. Here, take the phone. So you're the boss, huh? What am I supposed to do, applaud? Give me that phone, Blackie. Okay, boys. Yeah. Yeah, that sure is Blackie, huh? Oh, you'll be right down. Good.
Good. Yeah. What a swell. Okay, shorty, now you beat it. I'm staying right here and I'm hailing this alone. But I have a job for you when you get outside. Okay, it was. It made a side who dies for the murder of Fred Biswell. And just between us, I'd rather it wasn't me. Mark. Are you in here? Mark, turn on the light. It's dark. I can't see you. Turn on the light. Here's a light, Mr. Borden. Right in your face. Boston, Blackie. That's right. Boston, Blackie. You had a very nice frame up all fixed for me. But I think you're going down to explain it all to Inspector Faraday now. Here you go. I don't. So the phone called to me was a gay, gay. I might have known it was one of your tricks, Blackie. But I didn't. No harm done though. I'll just leave. Oh, just like that. Mm-hmm. And don't think you can threaten me, Blackie.
As long as I'm alive, I'm a potential alibi for you. Only you and I know you didn't kill Fred Biswell, and that I did. And you've got to let me live in the hook that someday I'll confess. Oh, yes, yes, I guess. Maybe I do. Or you're a pretty smart man, Borden. You'd have to be to have me in this kind of a jam. What did Biswell ever do to you? You thought he could outsmart me to fool? Some private investors had him checking the books at the bank. Sounded that I'd taken quite a bit of money that didn't belong to me. And he thought he'd try a bit of blackmail. He didn't get very far. Or they'd thorough, aren't you? I think so. How did you know I was the masked man, Blackie? Well, two ways, Borden. Yes. One was the fact that I gave you the address of my waterfront hideout and later your hoods paid me a visit down there. You were the only one that had that address. The other was that ring you're wearing. You know, the one you told me you couldn't take off. When I came in tonight, I remembered the masked man was wearing that ring. You know, putting John Partridge in your place as president of the bank sounds like a wonderfully smart idea.
It was. I was tired of working and I can throw parking in jail any time I like for a little bit of an embezzlement job we did. So we must do as I say. And now, Boston, Blackie, let's go visit Inspector Faraday. Well, no, Mr. Borden, I don't think I care to see the Inspector tonight. No. Perhaps this gun will make you change your mind. I happen to know that Faraday has your gun. You're still in the suspicion of murder, you know. And if you try to escape, Blackie, I think nothing of killing you in cold blood. You know, I believe you would, Borden. All right, all right, I'll go with you. I guess I'd rather be a live prisoner than a dead suspect. Here's the Inspector Faraday's office, Blackie. We'll create in. Go on. Okay, if you say so, Borden. Hello, Inspector. Say, look, don't you ever sleep. Hello, Blackie, I've been expecting you. You're a little late. Would you mind telling this gentleman and back of me to get rid of his gun, please, Inspector? He doesn't realize that it's impolite to point. His name is Orton.
I'm going to tell you something. I'm going to tell you something. I'm going to tell you something. I'm going to tell you something. I'm going to tell you something. I'm going to tell you something. Who else joked you and saw him alive to Point? His name is Orton. Okay, ma's the Borden. I'll take that gun. Certainly, here you are. Well, it looks like I've got a first rape murder suspect right here in this room. It certainly does, Inspector. In fact, I mine his well, do it very legal and proper. Orton, you're under arrest for the murder of Fred Viswell. What? Me, why I may not. I wish it was Blackie. Only it isn't. We've got your confession and your own voice, write on a d mycon. A d' act to Beth clanаниhow of a speed I, That's impossible. Nobody could have put a pictograph in there. You're telling Blackie, you figured this thing out. Well, before you came into the Hutter Street House tonight, Mr. Borden, I dialed the inspector's private number on the telephone and left the receiver off the hook, you see. I had Shorty calling before and telling to expect his private telephone to ring. All the while you were telling me how perfectly you would frame me, the inspector was listening on this end. And not only listening, but having the whole thing taken down on a record.
Say, Inspector, I did you a favor, didn't I, by turning up visuals murderer? You did yourself a bigger favor, but what's on your mind? Well, I'll tell you inspector, Shorty told me you have Jean Rochelle booked yet. You said it, Blackie, she helped you escape from jail. Well, maybe she did, but if she did, I brought you in a murderous, so you certainly owe her a favor too, right? No, maybe. What do you expect me to do, let her go? Sure. You've held along enough. Now it's my turn. You've heard about making mountains out of mole hills, but here's how to make mountains of dishes go right down to nothing in a hurry. You put some rinse on your dishpan, and up go the suds. Plenty of thick suds from surprisingly little rinse so, and down goes that stack of dishes in practically no time. Yes, dish washing is a mighty easy, simple job with rinse so helping out. China, silver, glassware, they're all shining brightly in a jiffy with rinsos, soapy rich suds on the job. Why even your pots and pans come clean easily when rinsos gets to work?
Use rinsos too for all the soap and water jobs around the house. It's swell. Now our glimpse at next week's adventure of Boston, Blackie. All right, Monahan, give me a little more juice and I'd like. No, no, but I can't stand it. That's better. Now listen, Shorty, you say you don't remember what happened? I don't, I keep telling you I don't. All right, maybe you don't remember, you were slug. Now, we don't want to know anything except one thing, I think, hard, Shorty, who was the last person you saw I talked to before you were slugged. Now that's all we want to know. I'm thinking of Spectralis. I'm dizzy trying to think, I don't know, I just don't know. Hey, wait a minute. Well, yeah, I remember now. The last person I talked to before I got conceded was Boston, Blackie. Be sure to listen in at this same time next week for another exciting adventure with
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