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This is Steve Kovino from Kovino and Rich. Quick trivia, fellas. Every guy listening is contestant. Answer honestly to yourself. You got a belly in a little chest, gassed by the afternoon, no drive left in the tank, you lack that confidence and mental edge. Those are classic signs that your testosterone's been sliding, and nothing drags it down faster than extra weight. So why not take matters into your own hands? Shrip off the weight that tanks your testosterone with Bioma, GLP1 booster. Every serving is packed with science-packed ingredients that crank up your natural GLP1 production. Visit bioma.health slash GLP1 and use code CRShow for 15% off your first order. Meet the Red Bull Dragonberry Emergizer. It's one of the many new drinks out now. Who knew ice cold drinks could be so fire? Try them all only at McDonald's. The National Broadcasting Company presents the adventures of Sam Spade Detective.
Sam Spade Detective, please sweetheart. What was that now? Nothing, that was my teeth shattering. Oh, you're cold now? Out where I was, Epi, I've been swimming. In the stepper? Oh, Sam, you caught a kill. That's true, Epi. I caught a real Russian kill. They're not keeping San Francisco Bay as well. He did as they might. Today? Sam, you were swimming in the water. Where else, Epi? Oh, Sam, you've been drinking. Only Brian, Angel, and what kelp? You, Cycord, Stevon. Help, you little. Oh, it was a texting experience, Epi. A lesser man couldn't have come through it. Lay out some dry clothes for me, mix me a hot grudge, get out your pencil, it lights under water, and prepare to take down a narrative of international and free GNSP inage, which we will call, let's see, the 251235679 paper. What? Or the Russian's number is up. NBC invites you to listen to the greatest
private detective of the mall, as William Spear radios outstanding producer director of history and crime drama, Benjou, the adventures of Sam Fade. That's where... Here I am, Sam. I'm a decolonel janitor to see if he could turn on some all-heat. So you say, oh, you got to say well. Well, I had a dry martini on the way over. Dr. Ames called you a few hours ago. Dr. Oscar A. Did he? That was nice. She was worried about you. I wonder now if you've been found yet. He said, you can wear a furry belt, and he just kept an abacus of coffee and when he came back... Yes, her face. Well, can't keep the FBI waiting. The FBI? Who else? You don't think I was playing around with kid dumbass, K-Pan? No, no, no, Sam. I need to be gone. I'll take it down, then. This one, your uncle Sam was working for his uncle Sam. They fill it in. Two federal bureau investigation, Washington, DC. Care of J Edgar. I don't know. That'll be too much. Well, why not? Bump Samuel's Fade.
License number 137596. Sonsik, Barnes, Targomensky. How do you spell that, Ten? Targomensky. K-A-R-G... No, I mean that. I mean, Barrett. Oh, I should have known. B-O-I-S. Dear, sir. Last night, I let my secretary off at 5.30. So that she could go and do some Christmas shopping, although I told her repeatedly that all I want this year is money. The fine was rolling in off the bay, and it was bitter cold. If they came out onto the street, pulling my overcoat collar up around my ear. Seemed like the night for spaghetti. A wonderful spaghetti, denner, and some pleasant Italian hospitality down at Mama Peac's restaurant. On the Embarcadero opposite the ferry building. So that's where I went. But Mama Peac had more than a hospitality on her mind when she met me at the door. Hey, who am I so glad to find you? I'm just calling you hearted. Oh, what's the trouble? Mama's someone been stealing my money over. Please. It's in my cousin's tone. They tried to kill him. Oh, what happened, Mama? Come on, sir. You eat the result.
Hard table. I make a ton of tell. It's not fair, it's so good, but he can talk or are you going to see? You let me to the back of the restaurant to the table with a family generally. Her daughter, Angelina, and Patty were there with place of food in front of them. But they weren't eating anything. They were staring in awe at the man who sat next to him. He was small to start with, but he was even smaller on ston and his chair miserably. Staring, unseen, and to a glass of wine. On the table in front of him was a battered old concertina. The top of his head was swazed in a clean new bandage. She found it. She found it. This is about causing funny color to you. Funny. My good friend, Mr. Spade. Hello, Tony. Hello. Go on, Tony. You tell us, then, what's happened on you? Damn. You got the new banner at the same time. Yeah. Don't forget. Tonight you're going to be mangled. Who do you like to eat? Well, I don't care, Mama. What's that on the Hanir plate, Angelina?
You're going to eat that? Well, pass it over. And wait, not warm, Ma. That's what I always say. Now, what happened on you, Tony? Well, I'm on the boat, because he's... Yeah, on the boat. The ferry boat. How can the ferry boat... Don't you never hear my music on the boat? Ah! You play the concertina on the ferry ride. Sure. My novel. Huh? Tonight on the Six o'clock of boat... Oh, boy. Tonight on the Six o'clock boat, what? I'm a play in the side, the first. By the sound of which you play. From everybody's say, Oh, boy, Tony, you're good. You play good. You play some more. You're 10, 10, 10, 10, 10, 5, 10, 2, 2, 4, or so, even. Then I go up the stairs. Oh, boy. Oh, boy. And? Then I go out on the deck. It's very nice to fall. Get back. The tennis is nothing. Now, I'm very happy. I feel like I play some more. So I'm a walk away back, kind of open and down on the deck, kind of make a move, you see. Then all of a sudden, I hear somebody say something to me.
I can't see nobody. But I hear him. Why do you think he said to me? What? Cospedor. Cospedor? As in body? Cospedor. Well, so I'm set back to him. Cospedor. I feel kind of seen nobody. Then I hear him say, Is that you play bodies? So I get mad. I say, no, I know play bodies. I play paryachi. Cospedor, not all. But I don't play bodies. That's a flaw in the stuff. I see. I'm sorry I said that because of this, I fell out. He sounds like he's a flaw. So I'm just going to say, look, Mr. Oh boy. What told me? What? I told me. I get a head on the head, the smash, the paton. I fall down. I'm a breathing. I jump on my concertina. My head is at the big hole on the top. I let her be guillet. Then in a black house. Oh boy. People come running around in a good, the locker, there's a doctor on the board
that can't be down the stairs in Hicks, in New York. Otherwise, I'm a diet for sure. Well, what did it feel like? What do you hit you with? Well, it feels like a baseball bats. My dad says, Oh, look, he is a doctor now. Just a comment. Hey, doctor. The doctor looked in our direction, when Tony called and stood over to the table. A big six foot tree blonde guy in the Joel McRae Gary Cooper tradition. Yeah, I don't like him right away. No bad, bad man out of his doctor, although he could have had as much of it as he liked. He was all business and no kidding. I thought I told you to go to bed and stay there. Well, the doctor, I just wanted to have a concussion, Tony. I'll be back here in an hour and then we'll take some extra. My name is Sam Spade, doctor. I'm a friend of the family. Oh, Amy. After I screamed, hi. Dr. Sere, can I do it for the family? No, thanks, Mama. Smells wonderful, but I haven't time. Oh, I've got coffee, maybe. Sure. You're going to make the time for the bed. Yeah. Go on, Tony. Go lie down. I'll be back and we'll check you over. Get some rest in the meantime.
All right. All right. Some of my ducts are in. I don't know. X-ray is a whole thing. I don't know how I'm going to pay you. Never mind that. That's why we charge our knob of hill patients to elect us, or we're able to do something like this once in a while. This will be on me, Tony. You'll go to the kind of man that doctor. All right. I don't know what to say. You go on a lie down, Tony. You're embarrassing the doctor. All right, all right. Scory thing, this one isn't that bad. Sure is. You're going to go on a fan. Oh, thanks, Tony. Yeah, sure is. Homicidal maniac looks like Mr. Spade. Spade. Fam? Are you the detective? Yeah, I try. Well, I know about you. You did something for a colleague of mine, Murphy. Dr. Raoul Murphy. Murphy? Yeah, I did a job in my summer. Yeah, he gave you a great sendoff. Said, what is all this tonight down here? Detectives, police? How do you mean? Well, I think they were police. I was explaining close guys. They were waiting here on this side when the ferry pulled into slip. They're still there holding the boat. I just left them. Oh, what were they doing? Talked to all the passengers that they came off.
Ask us for identification. Mm-hmm. Hey, what do you think about Tony's little experience getting knocked down the head? Oh, they were. Might be interested, naturally. Especially when I told him how I thought the wound had been inflicted. Which was? Gun butt? Gun butt, eh? Well, I'd say so. Oh, it knows I saw enough of those in the war. The Russians used to club prisoners over the head that way to save ammunition. And then fling the guys into the river. Oh, hey, I've got to go. Take that gruey ride again. What the point? Yeah, I got a patient over in Oakland. I had to come back over here to pick up some serum pulling the nurse and she met me just out here. Well, nice to see you, Sam. Oh, tell her what you're saying, Tony. Hey, wait a minute, Doc. I've got nothing to do. I'll ride over with you. A little air won't do this dinner any harm. We crossed the street, went into the ferry building. Everything was normal enough for the main waiting room where I stopped the vice-sigarette in a pocket flash line. But outside on the dock where the Oakland boat was waiting to take off, there were a number of extra characters whom you wouldn't think would have chosen a dismal
chilly night like this for waterfront lounging. There wasn't anybody I knew. And in any gathering of playing clothes in a local variety, I generally spot one or two familiar faces. Night to the rains and I got a boy, followed by three of these gentlemen. The broadest one that was built for endurance exchanged pleasantries with us is the boat moved out into the water. Hello, Dr. Ames. I see you didn't miss the boat, like they all say. No. Or you, one of the colors I talked to you before, I mean, landed. Yeah, that's right. I don't think I got your name. Connolly. Connolly, this is a state. Yeah. Would that be Lieutenant Connolly or Sergeant maybe? That's Connolly. No special title. How's it going to fall out during back then? Hello, Chief. Tony, he's under care. He, uh, talked anymore, say anything interesting? I didn't talk to him. It's a state he had, did. Uh, really? Really? What do you have to say? Well, you see, I'm an old friend of his family. What he told me was in confidence. And I really have to know a little more about who I'm telling his secret. Who? I say, spades your name, or I say?
There it is. Nice to meet you, Mr. Medin. Mr. Medin? Mayn's nothing to you, huh? Hey, Mike. Mr. Medin sounds like another word. Somebody might think he said, Cusca there. That's very funny. Hey, are you going to stay out here on deck? We haven't met up our mind. That OK? How to go inside? Have a little coffee at the snack bar. It's comfortable. Right, so before you know it, I'd hear it's foggy, wet, and miserable. Yeah. Well, I'm going in. I'll see you later. Goodbye, Doctor. Mm-hmm. Well, maybe he's right. Although I might say he's not my favorite man in the world. And Mr. Currently, it is strictly the moment the weather out here on deck. So we're going? Not just you up for me, Doctor. I think I'll stretch my legs a little. That, tell me. Where was it that Tony got caught? On the upper deck, I know, but which side? Uh, he was turned around now. Uh, Sabard. That's the bottom, directly above where we're standing. Yeah, we're out. Don't point, Doctor. I'll find Connolly in as a boy, or I'm there way out to see it. Uh, no, they went back in.
Do you think there's mysterious, as they think? Oh, definitely. That. You know what made him turn back just now? Decided wasn't necessary to check whether we were still here? No, why? They can't make a sound out here. It's too dark. But they can say too light and cigarette. Sandspade, exactly. Mm-hmm. Look, even in the middle of the morning or you want to get up there and look around where Tony was, don't you? I do. Well, in the handy ear, cigarette. Now it's not going both. You're out of part and we'll both be here. Step you. After I end in the masterful flinting, Doctor. Go ahead, I'll be here. MUSIC So I tried the slippery spares for the upper deck. The flint was as wet as rain. I couldn't see any more than inches ahead of me with my flashlight. Finally, I stopped about a midship and looked down over the rail. Ames and his two cigarettes, tiny red dots of light that grew brighter every now and then they cut that. They were almost directly beneath me, so I knew I was just about right. A sudden noise that on my head made me shoot my light up further. It came from a piece of canvas that had suddenly ripped loose for canvas that covered the top of a light post. I got up there somehow and pushed for carry
of layholding out a two steel supports with one arm. The piece of canvas had been ripped open with a knife, a hole large enough for a man's body to get through. And that's what was in there, spalled in the bottom of the light post, a man's body. He'd been stabbed in the neck. This was the man who had plugged home it. Or so it seemed like as the gun was still clenched in his right hand, that will reverse. There's nothing in his pocket, just a handkerchief and two dollars in change. But my flash caught a set of something white from one of his shoes. It was a bit of paper with two tight-witted line buttons. I let myself down to the deck, rub the circulation back into my arm, or I'd been holding on and prepared to read the note. That's when my flashlight went dead. I groped about cursing him for not checking our batteries until I found a faint, ghostly, grimmer of light overhead, all over the edge of the ship on the outside of the rail. I climbed over, studied myself against lurging and rid a couple of matches. It said, international postcard shot.
Here he's been SF, reading cards for boards. I took a bit of paper in my pocket and turned the fine back over the rail. And then something came out of me from the splash. I caught me full in the center of the board. And by seconds came again like a blot of wood, I had to pop my head and made it burn with sudden fire. 90 points of like glitter in the black. Same rushing cordy and grew larger, and I felt clashing over the side. They tell you a lot about what you remember when you're going down for the third time. You know what I remember? I remember that Gustagin is Russian for Congress. Sam Spade. This is Steve Kovino from Kovino and Rich. All right, quick round of trivia, before we get back into the show. But we're doing it differently this time. Every guy listening right now, you're contestant. No buzzers, no calling in. Just answer honestly to yourself. Here we go. You got a belly and a little chest that won't go away no matter what you try. Gast by the middle of the afternoon,
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["Fantastic"] And now back to the two five, one, two, three, five, six, seven, nine, cable. Tonight's adventure with FAM Spain. I find myself mechanically keeping up somehow and trying to get out of my overtakes. My eyes burn. I felt heavy and lost if I swat a gallon of water. My head began to clear a little, but with returning consciousness, came increased pain pretty bad to it. From out of the misty blanket, from every direction and a nothing different key, from nearing fog, fog horn sounded. I knew that by now the car has swept me out of the path of the Oakland Ferries. The water was chilling. I turned over and began swimming, just finding out to keep the blood circulating. A light of a food came into sight suddenly, and I flew back my head and yelled. But the horn's crying its warning, brought me out and the boat went on, and the fog's closed in behind me.
And then I found myself full of a strange and wonderful weariness. A water wasn't cold anymore. I was warm with a comfortable soothing numbness, and I knew what to do. I'd swim until I didn't hear the noise of the horns anymore, and then in the quiet of the friendly fog, go to sleep. Still I began to dose. And then some light came into my eyes, and I wanted to stay in the dark, and I turned my face down into the embrace of the water. I was in the dark, and I was in the dark. I was in the dark, and I was in the dark, and I was in the dark, and I was in the dark. And then I wasn't for you to expect at all. I was lying on a baggage truck that was moving. People were starting around, walking beside the clustering area. The guy in uniform wheeling me, notice I had my eyes open. Wow, hello. Hello. Welcome back to the United States. Hello, what part of the United States? Just landing in Stapolito. They still will take you over in a hospital. So, Lito, how long before this boat gets back to San Francisco? Hello. I'm going with... I won't say you ain't in no condition. Thanks, I'll be okay.
Half an hour later, shivering and shaking in my wet clothes, eating my mouthclamps, plates for my teeth, wouldn't sound like a dice game. I climbed into a taxi at the ferry building, and went to my apartment. There I swallowed half a pint of whiskey, and rub myself with a coarse towel and put my skin with sore. Then I looked in the pocket of the soggy suit I'd hung up the drive. The still air, a piece of paper from a dead man's shoe. Damn, what legible. International postcard shop. Gary Street, SF. Reading card for Boris. I got out to put on a dry suit and then changed my mind with the wet one back on. Good evening. Are you the proprietor here? Yes, I'm like that. The kids at the same location. Oh, you... My cooking's just ready now. You really got it. I'm dosing, yes, I did. Nice collection of postcards from all, right? South America every place. Yes, yes, I fight myself on having the most complete possible collection. What's there something you have especially in mind? Yes, there was.
Oh, I'm looking for a greeting card for Boris. What's the matter, didn't you hear me? Yes. Didn't you understand? Well, well, what? It's a word that I didn't exactly expect somebody like you. What did you expect? Somebody slinking around in a pulse mustache, wearing dark glasses and an inverness cape. No, I... You know, you know, with your type of thinking, you may not be the right man for this job, Gazpagin. No, no, no, please, Mr. Yoboff, I thought you were dead, you growl. Yeah, I will tell you about it. You will know. Yeah, well, I didn't drown. I jumped in the water when I heard him coming. You can see how wet I still am. Yes, yes, of course. So you were scared. Easily. An uptalk handed over. A greeting card for Boris. Very well. Let's see. That's... San Francisco, of course. He turned and reached down under the counter. My slip my hand under my armpit and held my 38 ready and Casey came up with something similar. But only brought forth was a box marked special.
And this extracted something and handed it to me. I took it with a knowing expression on my face, but I didn't know if I'm nothing, and if I'm the one it meant. All it was was an ordinary postcard. That's all a picture postcard showing the golden gate bridge. Underneath it the caption, wonder cities of the world, number 25, one, two, three, five, six, seven, nine, San Francisco. Nothing else. I was afraid my mouth was open. What's the matter? What's the matter? Don't you know how to read the name? It's so difficult to call. Did he? It certainly I know how I was just admiring no work at all. It is extremely difficult. Look, you better go now. You've been here a lot lately. Time. We have a no. Of course we now don't go this way. I'm sorry it would be overly caution. There is no such thing as over caution. Thank you. You were so... were you seeing like an American? So are you. I sold out out of the street, touching my postcard,
but I shoved it inside my sleeve a moment later because who I saw standing under the mystic glimmer of a street-wide waiting for me was my heavy-set and mysterious friend from the ferry boat. Connolly. I turned my head around and glanced down the other end of the block behind me. Two other guys were there showing up. They advanced slowly toward me with their hands raised, palms out, and that they were showing me they weren't carrying guns. I reached my hand inside for mine all the same. But I never got the use of it. Connolly rushed me from the other side. I caught him on the chair and he went down. Rattering into an ash can. The others who boys grabbed me and held my arms behind me. Connolly got up rubbing his face and I waited to get murdered. But no. All right. Joe Lewis. Bring it along. The answer they did. We didn't go far though just around the corner to a little hamburger place. I had a sign in the door saying clothes all over the light inside. Connolly knocked on the door and a fellow in an apron came and opened it and locked it after us. Connolly gave my nod and we sat down at a table while he brought us coffee. They'd we checked on you using the OK. You sent in good with the department, friend.
What department would that be, friend? This department. Hm? That's the B.I. That's the B.I. Oh, hoo. Maybe it can help. Anyhow, we don't want you going around making a noise and messing it up for us. So here it is. I'm all ears. Do you ever hear of a man called Boris Kaga Minsky? No. There are not many people have, even in Russia. Boris Kaga Minsky is the top Soviet agent of America. He's the head man. He organizes and runs everything for them here. I see. Now, he came to this country seven years ago and vanished. They've been trying to find him ever since. False passport, of course. I didn't help. There's nothing anywhere on Kaga Minsky. No pictures. Not even in Russia. No fingerprints. Nothing. Every lead we had dead end. And then we got word last week. Go ahead, drink it off. Oh, I'm too interested. We got word last week for another region. An unimportant little guy named Lv. U-Baw was on his way to San Francisco. And that he would definitely have to contact the big gun. Something that could do with a Chinese war business that only Kaga Minsky is beginning to handle. Well, our man tells U-Baw all the way out here.
And then he lost him. The Oakland ferry. Well, it didn't bother us very much. He called us and we were waiting on his end. But in pulls the ferry and no U-Baw. Bluebaw was a dead man on the light boat. Right. He must have been up there waiting to be contacted. And then he heard Tony and his concertina thought this might be it. And then when he realized he had made a mistake and uncovered himself, he can't Tony on the head. Right. And his Soviet contact got scared of investigations on the boat following Tony's hero and cry and stabbed Bluebaw. So now we're back where we started. Every passenger on that ferry was okay. What's that you're looking at? Picture post, right? On a message on Bluebaw about the international postcard shop. And I'm greeting for... Hey. Hey, you're greeting for Boris. Boris's car got men's cannabis. I pulled those by guy on the shop to let me have it. Looks like nothing's just a picture. But he said he... He said I could read the name. Guinea. Golden Gate. Oh, these numbers. Wonder cities of the world. Number 251235679. Hey, wait a minute. But... It's not the guy's name, Boris. B... O...
R... I... I'll leave the space. K... Hey, hi. G...A...M...E...M... SK1. Now put numbers... Wait a minute. The top number is 9. Yeah. All right, put the... 12345 over Boris and then start again. 12349 over Cardamansky. Uh-huh. Yeah. So... I'm gonna post card. 251235679. Okay, what's two? Two. Five. S. OS. Now Cardamansky. One. Uh-k. Two, three. A. R. OSKAR. Wow. I guess we know the rest of it. 5679. AMES. Correct? Correct. Oscar Ains. Dr. Oscar Ains. Hmm. But... I was just thinking. He was worried about me catching pneumonia. I called Mama Pizza and from what she said, we knew where to go. We picked them up at the emergency hospital.
We were just finishing the operation on Tony's head. We watched him through the glass and the other young doctor standing alongside us that he was one of the greatest surgeons they'd ever seen. When he enrolled his gloves and took off his operating mask, he looked up and saw me alive. And the other boys with me... His scalp tightens. For just a second and then he smiles. But when he reached into his bag that we rushed him before he could get the little red bottle to his lips. Period. End of report. Oh, thanks. A five-star. Yes, it was. Everything. And a chameleon being thrown in the water. The serious people and a coldness. And that it kept you awake, Angel. Sam. Hmm. What is it like not to want to be an enemy? I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. What is it like not to want to be an American? Not to want to live the way we do in America. I can't imagine sweetheart. I can't. Sam. About that brain. Yeah. Do you think that... I mean, when you described him... Do you think you made him sound true to him?
Oh, I described him as he was, that's all. But when I think that... Well, you know, he was attractive. Well, you missed the whole point. Didn't you? Spies don't go around wearing monocles and talking with heavy accents and acting like spies. That's a good one. It's the attractive, lovable, trustworthy strangers that are dangerous. Now, if you've met Dr. Ainsler in a party somewhere, you'd be out with him at a nightclub right now, cooling over his rink and giving him the plans for the Brooklyn Navy Arts. Sometimes I can't... I can't know, Sam. I don't even know where Brooklyn is. Lucky for our side. You don't hate me, do you say? No, I don't. Oh, look. Oh. What has that answer to your question? Completely. Good night, Sam. Good night, Troy Nights. The adventures of Sam Spade are produced, edited and directed by William Spere. Sam Spade was played by Stephen Dunn. Lurentunnel is Effie.
Script for tonight's adventure by William Spere. Musical scoring by Ludgluskin, conducted by Robert Ambrister. Three chimes mean good times on NBC. There's no cover charge at Duffy Savern. Just keep your dial tuned to NBC later as Archie the Manager and his delightful friends cook up another mad and merry session at that remarkable restaurant, Duffy Savern. This Sunday, the big show comes your way on NBC again, an hour and a half of the best in comedy music and drama, with guest Bob Hope, Martin and Lewis, Roslyn Russell, Frankie Lane, and unpredictable Talula as MC. Go ahead, tell them about the thing. Or, yes, Sam Spade and Effie asked me to remind you about the thing. The thing for kids for Christmas. You know, the thing can be anything you think an underprivileged child would like for Christmas. In your town, there are civic groups who are cooperating with this thing for kids' campaign. Send your new or used toys to the collection centers in your town and help make some child Christmas brighter. It'll make you happier too. Thank you.
Join us again next week, same time, for another adventure with Sam Spade. Enjoy the magnificent Monogued and its Duffy Savern on NBC. This is Steve Covino from Covino and Rich. Quick trivia, fellas. Every guy listening is contestant. Answer honestly to yourself. You got a belly in a little chest. Gassed by the afternoon, no drive left in the tank.
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