Sam Spade - The Cheesecake Caper

0:00The adventurers of Sam Spade detected. Sam Spade detected agency. Oh, murder. Oh, Sam, have you had a hard day? Murderous? Nine this morning, I grinned through 25 poses, caught them all the dishes of all 25 varieties of sand and succulent soup on meal in a can. Then, then? Really, Sam? I was imprisoned in a plush chair for two hours of the glass in my hand. No. Yes. A Prattigan's bag, the whiskey that smells like old Isle. Sounds interesting. It wasn't. They wouldn't let me touch it till after. Ah. And for the rest of the afternoon, I've been pulling up my poses. Woo! For a series of legart shots, which will bear the legend, Sam Spade, Prana and San Francisco detective, says, my guide goes greptite as the godhead for me. Oh, Sam! How thrilling to be promenade. Please, all lady, solvers, famous, and sometimes, thanks, wait, hard, just a flash bulb in the pan.

1:01As you will agree, when you have heard my report on, the cheesecake, kaperone. One. One. One. One. One. One. One. One. One. One. One. One. One. One. One. One. One. One. it was a snap. Does that make you shatter? Oh. Well, if you got me fatigurly jokes. No. All right, then we just saved 30 seconds. And by the way, Miss Frames, statistics prove that nine out of 10 private secretaries have the pencil ready when the force comes in. Why do you always have to be number 10? Well, I would be fan here. Here's the pencil. Not better. Two homicide division services go police department attention to the ten of Kelsey from Samuel Spade, license number 17596 subject for Cheesecake Cabret. They're Kelsey. Down. Cheesecake to me was something that caused 25 cents in the allocard side of a menu up

2:01until now. As a matter of fact, the Cheesecake famed at a mega self felt until some time after the beginning of this, which was a phone call at high noon, just as I was wondering why I'd eat. Sam Spade. Mr. Spade, I got to see you right away. What are you doing? About to go to lunch. Who's this? I'll tell you later. I got to see you first. Right now. Well, all right. You want to come to my office? No, I'm at Barney's grill. You know what that is? Yeah, I know where that is. Who will I ask for? Just going to order a sandwich. Nobody sent me. You see, you just come in for lunch. I just go. Well, let me get this straight now. Are you hiring me? Yeah. Yeah, 50 bucks in the free space. Oh, I got it. But remember, you don't know nothing about it. See, you just came by for lunch. Wednesday is when they have saw Broughton as a date of pancakes and ponies. The defendant has been only that very morning that my secretary missed having for him. It looked like my figure of what she is usually an orderly fond and made certain remarks to the effect of a few of my pounds needed to be evaluated. So I decided on a sandwich. The business crowd out and arrived, so I slid into a vacant booth, ordered my sandwich and

3:03waited for something to happen. Well, thank you. You remember me, State Fiddle Lloyd? Yeah, Fred still. That's how I read you in Cleveland. Yeah, but I'm in San Francisco now. Well, Cleveland's gang is our lost. I like it here. Maybe they had a hot spell in Cleveland, huh? He'd never bother me much. Yeah, you ought to be used to that by now. Let's talk about you, State. How's it going? Please, I'm eating. Yeah, yeah, so I know this day. You like Broughton, huh? Good as the next time, yeah. I mean, you're coming here all the time, regular. You ain't here long because there's no, are you, State? Sure, Freddie, sure. Yeah, you're making a little deal. Yeah, who wins? Bonnie, corn, beef, on rice. Hey, one corn, beef, on rice. The cook lost it up, sir. You said why, didn't you? This here's wheat. Oh, that's all right here. No, no, no, I'll fix it up. So I only could get it. I said, wheat's all right now. How about a cup of coffee and I'm all set? Hey, Danny. Yeah, you said you were going off duty. Yeah, I know. I've just finished it up a couple of orders. I'll get my hat. Never mind that, huh? Come on, Danny.

4:05I'm parked out front. I hate to get wrong with cops. Yeah. Okay, let's tell the boss I already told the boss. Get going. No, I'll fix it. Just stay there and enjoy your bandwidth, sir. Yeah, so long. A waiter at course of the guy who called me, a white face young kid sweating with his white thigh up under his left ear. They walked outside and got into a car parking for the restaurant. Of all things, a limousine with a liveried shoulder. I watched through the front doors and pulled away, picked up the license number and called the Department of Motor Vehicles. The car belonging to Mike Sheldon, none of the voters of the North Beach section, his uncle Mike, a white head, jolly-faced gentleman of dubious means, and still more dubious methods who had something to do with politics. What he had to do with a weasel like Freddie Moore, I might as well as a poor waiter boy at Barney's, with something to fund it. I cycled back to my booth and attacked the corn, beef on wheat. My teeth instead of going all the way through the sandwich, which is the way I like it, struck something firm and unyielding. I pulled from the cream of lettuce and the bread

5:08a waxed favorite envelope. Inside was a $50 bill and a small photograph of a barn. Danny, the waiter, it scribbled three words in the corner of it, finding this girl. I kept it some more coffee, sir, I got it. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, bring the pot with you. And the waiter. Yes, sir. Danny, the kid who was just here, what's his last name? Danny, it's a reston, anyway. Yeah, yeah, okay, where's he live, you know? Well, I'm not sure, I think he isn't a proper, I don't know, I'll walk in street somewhere, but I'm not, is he a funny kid? Yeah, what's funny about him? Well, I mean, working as a waiter and a joke like this when his sister had all that dough living in that knob, he'll apartment in all of you. What's his sister? Monica Weston. You must have heard of her. Just to be a dancer, some joint over a north beat. Well, I don't get around much anymore. When you saw the paper, didn't you? She was in the paper? Yeah, committed suicide. Danny nearly went off his rocket. Wait a minute, wait a minute. Look, is this here his sister? Oh, let me see. No, no, no, Monica was a redhead. This here's a blonde. I'm going to get you that coffee while it's out there.

6:09I examined my sandwich for further clothes, found nothing except corn thief, so I put it back together and began to eat it while I scrutinized the picture of the blonde. A nice-looking girl in her 20s, no scars, birth marks, buck feet, or anything else, to set her apart from roughly 25,000 other blondes in San Francisco. There were a couple of points, though. The picture was about two inches square, showing her head and shoulders, and her hand was up to her face, which she was surprised at something near the camera. On one of the things, this was a wing, which I couldn't quite make up. In the back of the picture with the letters L-P. Now, this is probably the credit stamp of some professional photographer. I abandoned my sandwich, come through the yellow section of the phone book, and strive to cry a frown, as I discovered a firm of Leonard and Perkins' photographers, but it all was on Bush Street where, fourth with, I went. No, I'm sorry, Mr. Spade, I don't think we did that here. Sure, that's not your mark on the back of Mr. Leonard, but positive. Anyway, that's not the kind of work we do. Looks like an outdoor flash shot, ours is all studio stuff.

7:09Funny trimming it down like that, trimming it down? Yeah, this is probably a standard 8x10, someone just called the center out of it. Thanks for your much, bye! So, I went to the telephone book again, but instead of looking for the L-Basps, here's the front of the message before him, I looked for them in the medals, and both ends of the photographer's credit stamp were trimmed off, and I ran across an outfit called Cal Pitches on Herapese Street. Yes, sir. I'd like to speak with the pride of please. There's three of them. Mr. Murphy, Mr. Silvarian, Mr. Brennan, take this picture. I'm Murphy, I'll do. He's ours. How about Silvarian? Hide up with Mr. Brennan. Uh, where they tied up? First audio, right. That's the main studio. Do not enter, the red light is on. Heaven for fun. I have seen photographers at work in my time, but not like this.

8:12I saw now why they were tied up. They were fit to be tied. In the middle of the studio, as a mass of equipment, it looked like a cross between the Paloma telescope and an atom smasher, with what seemed to be a stretched out accordion on the bottom. All of it pointed a certain lit up by a flood rise on a small table. I got a close eye, but it was. Brennan and Silvarian were photographing a plate of pork and beans. Now for cry and love, look at that pork. What is the matter with that pork? What's the matter with it? It just lies there. What do you expect it to do, Jimmy? Uh, excuse me, followed by. Why did we hire you? You didn't, I only want to... Oh, don't pay attention to this. John, now come on, come on. Look at this. Why waste the shot? You know what he said? The pork's got to have... Get up and go. Yeah, well, go. I don't look stuck in it. I don't look married to those beans. What do you want me to do, Franklin, with orange? Oh, let's fellas, I don't want any of that. You're so good, Silvarian. You know what they're going to run under the shot, don't you? No sparms, no England, pork and beans. Married in the can.

9:13Can I be best, man? Okay, what do you want? I'm only Sam Sprey, the private detective, trying to locate this girl here. That girl. Ever seen it? Sure, sure. Where? Well, this is our shot. Look, you remember how the cheesecake job the other night, look at it. Oh, yeah! Cheesecake job done at the railroad. Yeah, that was for Norby's, Nifty Nylon. You mean this girl's a model? No, no, no. She walked in front of the camera just the wrong time. I allow a stop to the shot. We had her shoot it over. Yeah, we had a model with a pair of Norby's Nylons on, see? Well, no brand of stocking. And the idea was to stand her up next to a tree and coming down at the depot. At the airport, then what we tried was to get a shot of a fixing a guard. A leg guard, you know? Sure, fine. And with a lot of admiring glance from the crowd. From our brand new idea, real frame, real station, real teeth. Human documentary. Yeah. So our sets up the camera and the model makes with a guard. And I wish that they get the crowd's eye and we set off the flash. But the day we walked in front of the camera. However, it was not hurtful.

10:14No, no, it was an awful night. Can we go out and drop by? We'd give her the shot. Great. Well, what's the name? I don't know. Did she come by? Yeah, a couple of mornings ago. I gave her the print and the negative suit. Got any other copies of them? I don't know. Take us a while to check the file. Oh, it's 30. Yeah, well, well, well, well, well. Do that, will you? And if you find anything, here's my phone. Yeah, yeah. Now, as I was seeing about that for a shot. Again, with a fork. Your fork is your fork. There is nothing you can do to support it. I glamorize it. So I bought an afternoon's paper and went back to the office to take the load off my face and mull over the latest kind of event. I mulled, decided to contact Denny Weston. My client found his phone number in the book. He was about to crawl in the phone with off in my hand. Sam Spade. Spade, this is Denny Weston. The waiter at the night. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know. He's about to crawl. Don't, don't crawl. Understand? You don't know me. I never saw him. Wait a minute. Now, I've been chasing that blonde all afternoon.

11:14You got your 50 bucks, did you? What's the matter? Is Buddy standing there with a gun at your side? I don't know. OK, then let's talk about your sister, Monica, or maybe there's blinds you stuck in my corn teeth sandwich. And don't let Buddy throw a scar at you yet. Hello. Hello, Denny. So that left me with a set of grim suspicions, a $50 bill and no plan. I put my feet up in the desk and open the paper. Then I put my feet back down in the floor. And the front page was a picture of my blonde with a caption over it reading, you know this girl. I took the other picture out of my pocket and compared them. They were the same except for one thing. The picture in the paper was taken on a slab in the city north. While putting my shoes back on,

12:15I read the article under the picture of my blonde. It was simple and how she turned up in the bay and in the yard harbor and out of the floor with a blower in her back. The paper said nothing about identification. It didn't have to. Knowing you was either a lieutenant, I realized if there had been anything on the body to identify it, the picture wouldn't have been in the papers. How pictures, Brennist. Ah, this is spade. You got anything on that front of the blonde? But we're still on the pork and beans. Yeah, we're profit for now. We didn't check the files. And if you find the print sent out or put it in a shape or something, understand? Well, for the pork and beans, we'll have to wait until we find who put the lady in the bay. I had a pretty good idea who put the lady in the bay, but why and how to prove it was something else again? So I turned back to the picture, got out my 15 cents store magnifying glass, and then got closer and look at the ring in her hand. It seemed to be black shaped like a shield of the gold center that looked like a dagger in a mask.

13:16Five telephone calls later, I found the companies that made it for an honest society at the University of California. Blue and gold office. Is that the campus yearbook, the blue and gold? Yes, that's right. Do you publish the pictures of the members of the mask and dagger society? We sure do. Who is it? My name is spade. I am trying to locate one of the members of the society. If you got the yearbook files in your office, we're back to 1895. Well, good. Get out the book from about 1940 on. Well, yeah, I'll be over in a half hour. We found her in the class of 1941. Her name was Helen McKelvie. What did you do? I, uh, understand them as Helen McKelvie lived here. No. No, I never heard of it. Oh, wait a minute. I'm not going to hurt you. You're the land any here, aren't you? What did I do? No, I don't know anything, I said it. Well, the city directly listed it as a dress. You must be in the state.

14:16I don't know anything, I said it. Come on, sit on. Do you get to get it off your mind? Oh, yeah. But I, I do know anything. Oh, look, that's not going to help, honey. I told you, I'm on your side. For you. Sam spade, I'm a private detective now. You know where Helen McKelvie is right now, I suppose. Yes. I do. Well, I'm trying to find out who put it there and why. Then what? I'll hang it on by can. That's why I'm here. Now, uh, tell me, what did Helen have to do with Mike Sheldon? Come on. Well, I don't know much about it. She was a lovely girl. She's pretty, she knows. She kept things to herself most. What kind of things? She was doing some kind of political work in the North Beach district. I mean, she was working for Mike Sheldon. Oh, then she never tried to deceive and expose his rackets and his gambling and haven't known what else he was involved in.

15:18Emma knows indeed. She took it all so seriously, the fish and leaflets and telephone callers. I say. I kept telling her she was wishing too hard to be helpful to those who believed the last election time she spent a week in hospital. And if it was all you see, Sheldon was too big to powerful. Why, he never even heard of it. I can guarantee you didn't know of my sight. I know. And then last week, this strange thing happened. I arranged for her to spend the weekend with my sister in town while two. She seemed as Monday, totally excited. At last, she had a weapon against Mike Sheldon. What did she mean? I don't know. It wasn't just Sheldon. She's whole organization. She's found a crazy life. She was going to tackle a mile by herself. And what? She's just asked her to send us to move out for some hotel. She wouldn't save where.

16:20I was worried about her. I looked around and asked her where. And that's when I found this clip of her. Mm-hmm. Last Thursday's chronicle. Did I get help? Police, they can only live in showgirl suicide. And best of case, in circumstances, not only the suicide of Monica Weston, nightclub dance, and moved into a third day without producing a reason why the girl apparently took her own life Friday night by leaping from a southbound plane. Train! Oh! I took off the headquarters where as you'll recall, Chelsea, we went over the power in the showgirl capers. You'll also recall we came up with nothing it wasn't in the newspaper. The girl had apparently climbed aboard the train of third and thundered. He's down the aisle at the end of the car where a porter left the door of him and pulling herself off on a straightaway stretch near South City, where the train gets it up around 70 miles an hour. She's been pretty unaccountably prosperous and hardly a candidate for suicide. But nothing had turned up on her background

17:21and set her up as a candidate for murder, either. So that's where it's good. Two dead young ladies and a missing cheesecake photograph and there'll be a sniffy mile on it. Feeling this is enough for a day. I went back to my apartment. I tossed my hat on the bed and started to pour myself a drink. I never want to do that, Spade. Huh? Oh, Freddie. Dump step pushing the hat on the bed, Spade will I? Yeah, it's not so bad, Freddie. Well, I expect to go home to a cold, empty apartment and I find you. How about a drink? Oh, thanks. I didn't come to dance. Oh, how'd you get in? Walk under the door? Oh, in a game-mood, ain't you? I'm a cheerful guy. Had a busy day, you speak? Oh, ran a few errands. Say, you know, there's a muckly rumour running around, sound Freddie. They're saying Uncle Mike Sheldon played sucker for this Monica Weston fame that she was shaking him down and he got tired of it, what would the election coming up and all. Yeah? It's a fact. And they say she didn't commit suicide at all. Well, where'd you hear that? In Union Square, while I was feeding the pigeons. People don't kick me, huh? You think I'm kickin'? Oh, wait.

18:22You know what happens to boys who play with guns, Freddie? Shut up. Oh, why don't you go on at your? Hello? Good to see you. Yeah? Still very account pictures. Listen, about that cheesecake shot. Oh, no. Well, I don't take on. So I didn't mean it that way. Well, no. No, no. I'm talking about the cheesecake shot down at the temple. Well, I'm honey. The girl is only a good friend. It's all your imagination. It's not my imagination. We found the print in the files and it's here. The secretary just bought a owner. Whatever do you mean? Ah, someone named Rick Sheldon called and she told him that we had it. Now, he's always waiting here to pick it up. No, no, no. Listen to what I'm doing. I'll be right down. Sorry, Freddie. I don't know. You ain't going nowhere, Freddie. Look, Freddie. This girl, she's all worked up about nothing. I hear you. You want to know what you were doing, Freddie? What? OK. 1.30 p.m. 1.30 p.m.

19:221.30 p.m. 1.30 p.m. at the Kent visit with him. Then after Fordow's room and house on Bass Street and from 5.30 to 7.00 a headquarter. Seedon visits. Now I told you I don't want a drink. Excuse me, man. The bottle was hand-filled but it seemed like your good investment. Freddie took it over to lay out his side and sat on the floor. I dragged him into the closet and took off the towel texture. All right, all right. I'll have it your way. We lose the new farm. No England theme accounts. Don't come sniffling from me. Where's the picture? Oh, hello. Oh, come on, John. Now focus down on it. Let's get everything. The themes. Two days worth. Hey, what's the big idea? I'm sorry. I'm sorry, fellas. I accidentally hit it with my elbow. I'll buy you a new candle tomorrow. Where's the picture? On the table.

20:24I brought it over to the floodlight and looked at it. The blind was in the foreground blocking out the model of the garter. But the shop wasn't entirely worth listening directly behind her about to get on the plane looking squarely into the camera. Was Monica Weston the dead showgirl and with her? Well, his white mane of flying was you know who? I'll wait a minute. You can't bother. All right, hold it, boys. I ducked out of a circle of light as they came in. Sheldon first and free out as the gun in my hand may be feel better, but not much better. They close the door and the room is pretty stocking in except for the spot of light in the city. Okay. Okay. Where is it? I know you're in there to stay. You're a little late, Sheldon. We sent it to headquarters. Well, I think you've got it right here. She had a negative, you know. May all of them are unlike postcard. I'm not worried about the others. Come on now, let's have it. Here, what I said, spade. Yeah. Come and get it.

21:26Okay. Hold it, boys. Okay, spade. I'll come and get it. Look, look, look, look, not throw the white mane away from all the black. I drove my way through the door and he would be able to show full supplies to somebody who ran me to the stern and to tell for all of it. Hey, I'm sorry, I got a seen gun company in battle maneuvers. My hit the door and I rushed. All that is except Sheldon, whom we found and we finally had the lights bagged on. Trying to unfangle himself from A, the floodlights then, V, the table that had held the four convenes and C, the feet of light table. So very here, we're sitting in the middle of everything, sobbing softly. Three bread and two crates. Four hundred and fifty-first worth of flat and a last can of nuts, bones, fork and feet.

22:35Now! And I've yelled it away. Now I have to get hands wet out of the affair plus the cheese cake for the best plus Michael Sheldon. I wish I had met a fairly solid athlete tonight. And of course, this is fairly solid ammunition. A fairie at any report. I have to make an extra copy of that for Denny Weston if and when he ever comes out of that holy deck noodle when Sheldon started making with a threat. Oh, I got the least notion you were in that palace. I've been waiting to death. The palace didn't start until the next day, sweetheart. The next day. Well, that's when Brenness looked at me, squinted and said, you know, Alice, guys, got just the face for Branigan's bug, the whiskey that smells like old Alice. Oh, how awful. A fate worse than that, sweetheart. I bet that is all behind me while directly in front of you is, of course, please. Goodbye. Yes, sir. I'll have it right away. The barn, Sam. What was she trying to do with a picture of Uncle Miles, with the other girl at the station? Do you mean why didn't she go to the police like any normal human being?

23:36I would say, perhaps, she was really a sincere reformer. It looks like she was trying to work up a partnership with a dead showgirl's brother. Maybe put the squeeze on Uncle Mike and Forson that come across with names, numbers, and salaries of the members of his graph machine. Besides, she was a woman. Oh, yeah. A mad, unpredictable, or logical creature. Oh, Sam. F.E. Perrieve, a non-alcoholic secretary that contains Lallon. Well, that's better than Branigan's dog. The whiskey that smells like old Alice. Students of fine and brother girls here are now being seen. Good night, sweetheart. The Adventures of Sam Spade stars Horrid Duffer Spade, with the ring title as happy. This is the United States Armed Forces' radio service, the voice of information, and education.