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Sam Spade
Sam's Bay Detective Agency.
Effie
Very important. Sweetheart, write this down.
Sam Spade
Yes, Sam. I have pencil and paper ready.
Effie
Ingredients. Colon.
Sam Spade
Punctuational ingredients. Anne. Oh, what is it, Sam?
Effie
A recipe. One pound of fennel.
Sam Spade
Oh, that's liquid measure, Sam.
Effie
You put that in later.
Sam Spade
Crop out. Funnel.
Effie
Not funnel. Fennel. It is not liquid. It grows at fairly pines.
Sam Spade
Fairly what? Fair.
Effie
One root of St. John's wort.
Sam Spade
Whose wort?
Effie
Not wort. Wart.
Sam Spade
Oh, w. Don't interrupt.
Automated Voice
Some new size.
Effie
A couple pounds ought to be enough. One ounce of fence wool. One adder fork. That is not a utensil. One filet of fenny snake, some lizard's legs. One hemlock root digged in the dark directions and the poisoned entrails throw toad that under cold stone days and nights hast 31. And if anyone drops in for trick or treat, Abby, leave them have it.
Sam Spade
Oh, Sam, now I get it. Halloween. It's a witch's brew. You were only fooling.
Effie
That's what you think. Sweetheart. Get out your cauldron, your poison pen and your book of malefactions. I'll be right down to dictate my report on the fairly bright caper. Or I should have stood in bed and ducked for apples.
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Automated Voice
Is that the wind dying? Oh, no. It's only two devils that blow through a murderer's bones to and fro. And the ghosts Moonshine.
Sam Spade
Oh, Sam, take off that ridiculous mask. You look about as much like a.
Automated Voice
Demon as a demon. Check. Fly your bro to the adjoining office, sister, and we'll weave a few spells. Date Effie.
Sam Spade
Yes, Sam?
Automated Voice
What is this thing on my desk? Looks like a pumpkin.
Sam Spade
It is a pumpkin. I made it this afternoon. Here, I'll light it.
Automated Voice
Well, isn't that cute?
Sam Spade
Isn't that cute?
Automated Voice
Eyes and nose and mouth. Looks like Lieutenant Dundee of Homicide.
Sam Spade
Well, thank you. Thanks.
Automated Voice
Thank you. Well, I guess everyone knows it's Halloween even if they don't listen to the radio. Shall we? We shall date all Hallows Eve 1948. To Hillary Bright, Esquire, Number 13, Black Place City. From Samuel Spade, license number 137596. Subject, the Fairly Bright Caper. It was a fairly bright afternoon for the fog bound Bay area. There was no frost upon the pumpkin. In fact, as yet, no pumpkin. But I did see a black cat and several attractive wolf girls and broomstick skirts during the bus ride down the peninsula to your client's ancestral estate, Fairly Pines. A bat flew out of a hollow tree as I marched up a road through some pine woods to the house in the gathering dusk. I also observed the toad, Elizabeth an a hooty owl which as memory serves as staple ingredients for a witch's broom. Then I observed hobbling out of the forest, an authentic hag. She was wearing a dusty black robe, a peaked black hat and her matted gray hair coiled serpent like around her evil countenance she leaned on a gnarled staff of hemlock, fixed me with her yellow glittering eyes and said, hello, kiddo. Yes'm.
Sam Spade
Which way's the host?
Automated Voice
Which house?
Sam Spade
Fairly fine. Lost my bearings, I did. I was looking for some fellow. I got the bat wool right enough and n legs. Couldn't find no adder's forks, but reckon this here copperhead will do the trick.
Automated Voice
What are you going to do with all that stuff?
Sam Spade
It's for the brew. I'm the witch I hired for tonight. Name's Gudge Horn, so fire. But of course, I don't have no Christian name anymore since it's sold out to old Scratch. Beat me down on my prize.
Business Representative
She did, too.
Sam Spade
Look at that wart on my nose.
Automated Voice
What nose?
Sam Spade
Huh.
Automated Voice
The house is up that way.
Sam Spade
Mind if I walk along with you, pretty boy?
Automated Voice
I don't like girls. Not at all, ma'am.
Sam Spade
No need to be afeard with a strong gp. They're obeying me. They'll be lucky if I give him.
Business Representative
A whiff of brimstone.
Automated Voice
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Sam Spade
But I did promise one manifestation and the scream of a soul in German is the witchen hour. I general.
Automated Voice
Don'T I shoot.
Business Representative
Who is that?
Automated Voice
What's your. Larry.
Business Representative
Sir?
Automated Voice
Where do I find Mr. Hillary bright? Oh, you're the detective. Spade, right? Homer Langdon, attorney for the Fairlie State. Come along, I'll take you to him. Sorry for that challenge just now. Been hearing strange noises around the grounds. You notice anything peculiar as you came up the road? Well, there was an old lady. I used the term loosely. Looking for Pennell. Yeah, that's the witch. Mr. Bright hired her for the party tonight. Takes her work kind of seriously, doesn't she? Well, you know how it is.
Business Representative
Seasonal work.
Automated Voice
What does she do between Halloweens? Claim she hibernates. Gotta kill you, Mrs. Fairleigh Spade. She's eccentric. Don't let her know. Check.
Sam Spade
Oh, here I am, Homer. What was it you wanted? Oh, it's the man from the catering.
Automated Voice
No, Ophelia, this is Mr. Spade, the detective that Mr. Bright employed.
Sam Spade
Oh, well, about that recipe for the aspic. Cook says she's never heard of putting fennel and lizard's claws in a tomato aspic. And Mr. Bright says hemlock is poisonous.
Automated Voice
You've got it mixed up, Ophelia. That's the recipe for the witch's brew.
Sam Spade
Well, anyway, the grocer says he doesn't stop them, so you'll have to garnish it with parsley.
Automated Voice
Ophelia, he's not the caterer.
Business Representative
He's the detective.
Sam Spade
Oh, well, keep your eye on those pumpkins. Mice. You know mice. You know, mice, Pumpkins. Where is that witch? I've got to tell her about the puppies.
Automated Voice
A witch? Mr. Witch, where are you? Sad case, but harmless. Shall we go in? Yeah.
Business Representative
Now watch his jawbone, Wilma. Oh, you've already broken his neck.
Sam Spade
Oh, why don't you hire an assistant? I don't like him hanging him in the house. Anyway, we, we don't even know who he is.
Automated Voice
What are they up to now? Halloween comes but once a year. Oh, it's a skeleton. Part of the decoration.
Business Representative
Hillary. Oh, yes.
Automated Voice
I couldn't find the witch, but here's the detective.
Sam Spade
Ah, well, you can have the witch. I'll take him.
Business Representative
Oh, watch what you're doing. Wilma does that.
Sam Spade
Sorry.
Business Representative
This just about completes the arrangements. Oh, this is Ms. Wilma Fairlay, for whom I'm managing this nauseous ball at Sam Spade.
Sam Spade
Hillary, is that any way to speak about a girl's fifth engagement party?
Business Representative
Forgive me if I'm guilty of understatement. Oh, fix that wire, Wilma. The top of Frankenstein's head's caving in. And look at that, the bolster coming out of his neck already. Oh, well, come along, Spade, and I'll tell you how you fit into this mess.
Sam Spade
See you at the party.
Business Representative
S in here, Spade. Privacy.
Automated Voice
I don't think we're quite alone, are we?
Business Representative
99%. This is fairly fiance number five. Ralph Cram by name. Oh, wake up, Ralph.
Automated Voice
Don't bother. He started the party a little early, before lunch.
Business Representative
But can you blame him? If I weren't a teetotaler, I'd be out staggering around the woods with that witch.
Automated Voice
Now, what exactly is my assignment, Mr. Bright?
Business Representative
I want you to be present at this miserable party tonight and pretend to have a good time.
Automated Voice
Why don't you hire an actor?
Business Representative
This is a new kind of masquerade ball. Even I have a unique problem here. A Halloween party combined with a party announcing the engagement of a social, socially prominent young woman. Well, naturally the press will be on hand. They always are at my parties. But I doubt if any of the invited guests will show up. That's where you come in. You are one of the uninvited guests.
Automated Voice
I don't get it.
Business Representative
It's very simply this. I have a reputation to maintain. I'm sure you have better things to do than read the society page or like. I'll explain. I believe some ill informed columnists have referred to me as the male Elsa Maxwell. That's not true. She is the male Hillary. Bright female, that is.
Automated Voice
Anyway, you're a professional party giver, is that it?
Business Representative
Exactly.
Automated Voice
What's the matter with Wilma? Why won't anybody come to her party?
Business Representative
Because everyone on the guest list is either a relative or a friend of some poor swain she has gilded on the very steps of the altar.
Automated Voice
Oh, now I get it.
Business Representative
Exactly. Now, as to the party masquerade, natch. What else can you have on Halloween?
Automated Voice
Fairies.
Effie
Yes.
Business Representative
If anyone came, they'd probably be dressed as witches or pumpkins, which is dull enough in itself. But the fairlies in their immediate circle will undoubtedly trot out their moth eaten bozo costume. Oh, Langdon. Is Louis XIV Wilma and her mother trying to look like Greek goddesses. And some old drapes from a Fanchon and Marco idea.
Automated Voice
What about the boyfriend here?
Business Representative
Well, you can see how hideous it's all going to be. And Life magazine has promised to cover it. Well, I simply had to do something. I think it's the party idea of the year. 20 uninvited guests will come and sell.
Automated Voice
Who's my date? The witch.
Business Representative
Oh, isn't she priceless? You know, I thought of burning her at the stake as the grand climax of the evening.
Automated Voice
I've got matches.
Business Representative
No, I decided against it. It's too messy.
Automated Voice
Well, it sounds like loads. Mr. Brightford, I'm afraid you called the wrong detective.
Business Representative
Now, wait a minute. Please hear me out. Now, there's method in my madness. I believe I mentioned 20 uninvited guests.
Automated Voice
Who were coming as themselves.
Business Representative
Yes, exactly. Well, I've gone to a great deal of trouble and expense getting together a really colorful group, all authentic types. A gangster, a shrimp fisherman, a swami, three bubble dancers, a gypsy, a parole ax murderer, a sand hog. Oh, that reminds me. I must see whether the blubber arrived for that Eskimo. They're flying down from Nome. Yeah, well, what I'm getting at, Spade, is that with a collection of people like that, well, anything might happen.
Automated Voice
Yeah, yeah. Well, why didn't you invite the local police force?
Business Representative
Oh, they're coming in costume, of course.
Automated Voice
Good, then you won't need me. Besides, I get $800 a day in expenses.
Business Representative
Mr. Spade, at the last party our local chief of police attended, the guests were held up and robbed at $50,000 worth of duty, including the chief's gold bag. So you see, we do need you. Hey, what's that? Oh, go back to sleep, Ralph. It's only the guest arriving.
Automated Voice
I get a thousand dollars you were right. You did meet a detective. In fact, you could have used several others. First, the pickpocket you'd invited lifted the police chief's wallet. The axe murderer chased the witch up a tree. And the gangster and the cowboy tried to shoot it out over one of the bubble dances. After I'd foiled the safe cracker in the act of blowing the vault in the library, things quieted down, and everybody formed a circle around a. A bonfire.
Business Representative
All right, quiet, please.
Sam Spade
Qu?
Business Representative
Mrs. Fairlie has a very important announcement to make. Ophelia?
Sam Spade
She was here just a few moments ago.
Business Representative
Well, have you seen her around, Langdon?
Automated Voice
A few minutes ago. She said she had a headache and went upstairs to get some aspirin.
Sam Spade
Sam, I'm worried about Mother. Would you mind going upstairs to see what she's up to? She's been behaving so strangely tonight.
Automated Voice
She's been behaving strangely. Sure. Wilma. I'll be right back.
Business Representative
Come along. Let's get on with it. A witch agent. You stand over here.
Sam Spade
Yes.
Business Representative
No, no, no.
Sam Spade
Bring your broom.
Effie
That's it.
Business Representative
And don't look so pleasant. You're supposed to be evil.
Sam Spade
Beware. Those not wearing toe vein is subject to wart. There's evil in this place tonight. Blood on the stone. Blood in the fall ring.
Automated Voice
I hated to miss the manifestation. And I hoped I'd get back in time for the scream of the soul and torment the witch had pronounced earlier in the evening. I cased the room. Wilma's fiance, Ralph Cram, was in one of them. Asleep. Ophelia wasn't in any of them. But in one of the bedrooms, I found something that puzzled me. A rope made out of bed sheets dangled out of the window. But the window was closed. I walked over and opened it. The witch was still at it. I couldn't see the merry little group around the bonfire, but where the firelight glowed against the tree trunks at the edge of the woods, I saw a white robed figure crouching in the shadows. Then I heard. Don't let any of them get away. Hi, chief. All right, folks, you'll have to stop this. Come on, Ms. Wilma's sake. She's dead. Somebody shot her. She was sprawled on her face at the foot of a big pine tree at the edge of the clearing. A single slug at end of the body, just below her left shoulder blade. If this was part of Mr. Bright's Halloween production, I thought he'd all have done it just a little, because she was dead. As nearly as I could reconstruct it. Wilma had been standing outside the circle of people grouped around the fire, as if somebody in the woods had called to her and she'd left the group to investigate. She'd been facing the fire when she was shot. And what about the two shots that had missed it? If the killer had been aiming at her and missed, he couldn't have avoided hitting somebody else in the crowd. I went back to the house to check the guests. All there unwounded and accounted for, except the witch, according to the local chief of police, who was rapidly turning into a toad she had flown away in a broom. I checked my nose for warts.
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Automated Voice
By dawn the next morning, Alois's Becker boy police chief still hadn't sweated anything out of his 20 odd suspects. But yawned the family lawyer, Langdon had an old gun permit. No gun. Then he canvassed the town for Wilmer's 18 shielded suitors. They were all alibi by their wives and children, which knocked that angle out. She carried no insurance. Nobody stood to gain anything financially by her death. And Nobody but you, Mr. Bright, actively disliked her. About then, Chief Becker put Ophelia back on the griddle.
Business Representative
Now look here, Mrs. Fairley, you still aren't coming clean with us.
Sam Spade
Clean. Oh, the ashtrays. I'll call the maid.
Business Representative
Come back here.
Sam Spade
Yes, Keith Deckers.
Business Representative
Now sit down, Mrs. Fairley. Now, let's go over the part of your story where we found the bed sheets hanging out your window. Yes. Why did you tie the bed sheets together and hang them out the window?
Sam Spade
For a rope.
Business Representative
So you admit that you used that rope to sneak out?
Sam Spade
I did no such thing. I always go out that way at night.
Business Representative
And you admit that. Oh, I give up.
Automated Voice
Mrs. Fairly.
Sam Spade
Oh, it's you, Mr. Spade. I want to thank you for guarding the pumpkin so well. I didn't see a mouse all evening.
Automated Voice
Thank you, Mrs. Fairley. I only did what?
Sam Spade
Oh. Why is Chief Becker so angry?
Automated Voice
I think what's worrying him, Mrs. Fairleigh, is why you closed the window behind you when you went out on your rope.
Sam Spade
So no one would know. Wilma worries about me. You won't tell me?
Business Representative
Ah, it's as clean as a nose on your face. What she's doing? Working up to an insanity plea.
Automated Voice
Ingenious theory, Chief, but look, can I talk to you a minute outside?
Business Representative
Yeah. Could use a little air. Keep them all here, Monahan.
Automated Voice
Look, Chief, why don't you lay off that poor old dame? She's too vague. Disorganized. Took a marksman the way the wound was. No point of exit. Just punch in the wall of the heart and stop the loads of last the impact.
Business Representative
Sure, why don't.
Automated Voice
It had been fired from about the maximum range of a.38 pistol. You'd have to figure on the drop in trajectory as the bullet slowed down. It was either a trick shot or one that just connected accidentally.
Business Representative
By the way, we only have your word for it that you were Upstairs in the house when those shots were fired. You carry a.38, don't you, Spade?
Automated Voice
What kind of gun do you carry, chief?
Business Representative
Yes, well, we'd better wait till Ballistic sends back the report on the slug. Gosh, if we could only figure out where she hid the gun.
Automated Voice
Don't look now, chief, but that witch is back again.
Business Representative
What?
Sam Spade
Mickey, boy, where have you been? I've been looking all over for you, Morphle.
Business Representative
You're gonna have a good deal of explaining to do. Lady, why did you fly away like that last night?
Sam Spade
I had to see to my cauldron. A good thing I did, too. Look what I found in it. No wonder my manifestation didn't work.
Automated Voice
Base metal in my brew.38 caliber too. Three bullets fired.
Business Representative
Gee, that settles it.
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Automated Voice
Who, me?
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Automated Voice
No, her.
Sam Spade
Oh, no, you don't. I'll put a spell on you, I will. I'll turn you into a toad.
Automated Voice
Look, chief, where's that gun permit you took out of Langdon's room?
Business Representative
Oh, I forgot. Forgot about that. Here, it's in my pocket.
Automated Voice
Let's see that serial number. Well, they match. It's Langdon's gun.
Business Representative
Boy, oh, boy. Then it's settled.
Automated Voice
That's what you think. Boy, oh, boy. Don't forget, he's a lawy. I headed for the woods. I found the spot where I'd seen the figure in white, crouching just before the shots were fired. A little way back in the woods, I found footprints. French heels. Short, mincing stride. Following along behind them was another set. Flat soles, long, manly stripes. The mannish footprints followed the feminine footprints almost to the clearing and then stopped. The feminine footprints went on straight to the spot where Wilma had fallen. I knew that no woman had been over this trail since the murder. Except the witch, who probably had cloven hoofs. Her cauldron had vanished, but the fire was still smoldering. I kicked through the ashes. I didn't know what I was looking for, but I found it. I raked it out with a stick and prodded it. The blackened outer layers crumbled away. It had been a raging bonfire, but there are few things harder to burn than a telephone book. The middle pages were yellowed from the heat and seared around the edges, but they were still intact. There was a hole punched in the middle of each page. Prominent footprints right up to the X that marked the spot and phone book through which a bullet had been fired. I had a hunch the ballistics report would prove that Langdon's gun did not fire. The fatal bullet. I was right, but for the wrong reason. Yeah, you can't get around it, chief. Ballistics don't lie. You can see here you don't even need a magnifying glass. Take a look.
Business Representative
Don't have my glass.
Automated Voice
Well, you ought to be able to feel it. Two big ridges on the test slide. The other one's almost smooth. Rust bits wouldn't make a ridge like that, would they? No. We figure they must have used a faulty cutter at the factory when they rifled the barrel.
Business Representative
Well, that settles it. That and those woman's footprints and that phone book all point to Mrs. Fairley.
Automated Voice
What, you buy the phone book? Whoever shot her fired the slug through a phone book to make it look like a long range job. It was a low velocity hit, all right, but it was tearing through that phone book that slowed it down.
Business Representative
That proves the killer didn't have to be a marksman. Stood right next to her. What's so funny?
Automated Voice
This picture in the morning paper. You and those bubble dances.
Business Representative
Let me see that. Why, that's libelous.
Automated Voice
It's more than that.
Business Representative
Huh?
Automated Voice
There in the background. Langdon and Mrs. Fairley.
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Automated Voice
Their shoes. Langdon's dressed as Louis XIV. French heels. Mrs. Fairleigh and that Greek goddess. Get up. Sandals, flat heels.
Business Representative
It's Langdon's gun. Then it's not Langdon's gun. It's a long range shot. Then it's through a seed catalog, phone book. Now it's a man in woman's shoes. An attorney at that. Get me some fingerprints, something I can work with.
Automated Voice
I didn't blame the chief. My somersaulting clues were getting me busy, too. So far, Langdon, like the good lawyer he was, had kept his mouth shut, which meant nothing one way or the other. That was smart. But he disposed of his gun by throwing it in the witch's cauldron. Which was stupid, A, because it was sure to be found, and B, because there was no reason for hiding it anyway. But too stupid sometimes make us smart. If he wanted it to be found, he must have had a story ready in case he had to talk. If I were in that spot, my story would have been that I fired those shots into the woods after the fleeing killer. But I didn't know how I would explain the fact that only three shots were heard, one of which killed Wilma. Then I thought of those two ridges on that test sled. Two ridges, two shots into the wood. This time, I did know what I was looking for. They were buried deep in the soft trunk of a pine tree. Near the ground. I dropped to my knees and dug. I got the first one out and was looking at it. It was a misshapen hunk of worthless lead. Something embedded in the side of it glittered in the sun like a diamond. In fact, it was a diamond and it stopped glittering. Something behind me had come between it and the sun. I flopped on my side and rolled over. I grabbed his legs and tripped him. Then I saw his face. It was Langdon. Yes. I was halfway to my feet when his foot caught me where I was hurt and my legs doubled up. I tried to keep moving and get my gun out at the same time. He was on his feet again before I was. So I fired without aiming from flat on my back. He only scorched his coat, but it stopped in a second. He swung his gun up and I got ready to jump him.
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Automated Voice
A pointed black hat rose up out of the brush behind him. Something flashed in the sun and he collapsed.
Sam Spade
Put a spell on him, I did, with this here magic word. Instrument to you, sonny.
Automated Voice
Thank you, thank you, thank you, Mrs. Witch.
Sam Spade
Guard to the handle, son. Which is my profession.
Automated Voice
Boy, that was a close call.
Business Representative
Put the cuffs on him, Monahan.
Automated Voice
Hey, what are you doing?
Business Representative
Oh, no, Monahan. Not Spade. Langdon there. Been following him since I found out he was wearing women's shoes. Well, that settled today, Spade.
Automated Voice
Yeah, but you'll need this.
Business Representative
What is it?
Automated Voice
A jeweled bullet. A slug with a diamond set in it. Come on.
Sam Spade
Here.
Automated Voice
It's the master clue of this paper.
Business Representative
Oh, yeah, the master clue. You better come along too, lady, for questioning. We'll book her for vagrancy if we need it.
Sam Spade
Oh, no, you don't. I'll turn you into a toad. You don't believe me, do you? Humpy toad. Humpy toad. Warty and green. The only thing.
Business Representative
Well, on. On second thought, I reckon she's harmless.
Automated Voice
Poor old soul.
Sam Spade
So indeed ain't got any. I sold out the old scratch 30 years ago. Come next Halloween. See you then, sonny.
Automated Voice
Go home and cargo period. End of report.
Sam Spade
But, Sam, what was the significance of the jewel bullet?
Automated Voice
Oh, well, after he shot Wilma, Langdon fired two shots into the woods, remember?
Sam Spade
Yeah.
Automated Voice
Those two bullets had diamond insets so placed that they would gouge the inside of the gun barrel. All bullets fired from the gun thereafter would have markings different from the one fired on the woman's body.
Sam Spade
Oh, he was wrong, of course. But it was noble of him to want to cover up for poor Mrs. Fairleigh.
Automated Voice
What for Abby?
Sam Spade
Well, she killed her Dog, of course, because she was just out of patience with her getting engaged and unengaged all the time till he hadn't a friend in the world. That was the motive, wasn't it, Sam?
Automated Voice
That's fairly bright, sweetheart. Except that Mrs. Fairley did not kill her daughter. Langdon did.
Sam Spade
She mean she was his daughter too, by a previous marriage.
Automated Voice
Tight that up, sweetheart, before I turn you into a toad.
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Sam Spade
Well, here you, Sam. Of course, you know best that Mrs. Shelley was the only one with a motive and that Mr. Bright was secretly in love with her and. And wanted to marry her himself.
Automated Voice
So he killed her. That was fairly bright.
Sam Spade
Oh, her fiance. What happened to him?
Automated Voice
He woke up and went home.
Sam Spade
Oh, well, I guess he didn't have a motive.
Automated Voice
Pay attention, sweetheart. Langdon, as trustee of the Fairleigh estate, had embezzled large sums of money which he would have to account for in the community property law if she got married. He had already broken up many of her romances, but when the old lady went soft in the head, he decided to end the danger once and for all. He could explain matters any way he wanted to, and there'd be nobody to contradict them. Are you listening up.
Sam Spade
Sam? What does she do between Halloween, the witch?
Automated Voice
Oh, she's the squeak in the door on in a sanctum.
Sam Spade
Oh, you made the joke too small. Wow. Good night, Sam.
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Good night, Sam.
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The Adventures of Sam Spade: The Fairley Bright Caper – Detailed Summary
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"The Adventures of Sam Spade: The Fairley Bright Caper" is a thrilling episode from the golden era of radio detective dramas, brought to life by Choice Classic Radio. Set against the backdrop of Halloween in 1948, the episode weaves a complex narrative involving mysterious deaths, eccentric characters, and a web of deceit. Howard Duff stars as the iconic private detective Sam Spade, navigating through a series of intriguing clues to uncover the truth behind the caper.
The story unfolds on a foggy afternoon in the Bay area, where Sam Spade is summoned to investigate a peculiar case at Fairly Pines, an ancestral estate owned by the prominent Mr. Hillary Bright. The setting is ripe for mystery, with elements like a black cat, wolf girls, and a "witch's brew" recipe adding to the eerie atmosphere.
Notable Quote:
Effie: "That's what you think. Sweetheart. Get out your cauldron, your poison pen and your book of malefactions."
(Timestamp: 02:32)
Sam arrives at the estate to attend a masquerade ball combined with an engagement party for Ms. Wilma Fairleigh. The event is anything but ordinary, featuring a mix of disguised guests, including a gangster, bubble dancers, and an Eskimo from Nome.
Key Events:
Notable Quote:
Sam Spade: "Shall we? We shall date all Hallows Eve 1948."
(Timestamp: 04:40)
As Sam delves deeper, he discovers that Wilma's death is not an accident but a premeditated act. Key clues include:
Notable Quote:
Sam Spade: "So no one would know. Wilma worries about me. You won't tell me?"
(Timestamp: 19:54)
Sam confronts Mr. Langdon, Mr. Bright's attorney, uncovering his motive tied to embezzlement and personal vendettas. A pivotal moment occurs when Sam apprehends Langdon, revealing his involvement in the murder.
Key Events:
Notable Quote:
Sam Spade: "I'll turn you into a toad."
(Timestamp: 26:26)
Sam Spade (Howard Duff): The quintessential hard-boiled detective, Sam combines sharp intellect with a no-nonsense attitude. His interactions are marked by wit and determination, driving the investigation forward.
Mr. Hillary Bright: The affluent host of the party, whose facade of sophistication masks deeper financial troubles and moral failings, ultimately revealed as the architect behind the caper.
Ms. Wilma Fairleigh: The unsuspecting victim whose engagement party becomes the scene of the mystery, symbolizing the tangled web of relationships and motives.
Mr. Langdon: The cunning attorney whose greed and deceit lead him to orchestrate Wilma's murder, highlighting themes of betrayal and corruption.
Deception and Appearances: The masquerade ball serves as a metaphor for the deceptive nature of the characters, where appearances are misleading, and true intentions lie beneath the surface.
Justice and Morality: Sam Spade’s relentless pursuit of truth underscores the moral fabric of the narrative, emphasizing the triumph of justice over deceit.
The Supernatural vs. Reality: While the episode teases elements of witchcraft and the supernatural, it ultimately grounds the mystery in human motivations and tangible evidence.
"The Fairley Bright Caper" is a masterful blend of suspense, intricate plotting, and memorable characters that exemplify the charm of old-time radio detective stories. Through Sam Spade's astute detective work, listeners are taken on a captivating journey that dismantles layers of deceit to reveal the stark realities of human nature and morality.
Effie: "That's what you think. Sweetheart. Get out your cauldron, your poison pen and your book of malefactions."
(02:32)
Sam Spade: "Shall we? We shall date all Hallows Eve 1948."
(04:40)
Sam Spade: "So no one would know. Wilma worries about me. You won't tell me?"
(19:54)
Sam Spade: "I'll turn you into a toad."
(26:26)
For enthusiasts of classic detective tales, this episode of "The Adventures of Sam Spade" offers a rich narrative filled with intricate mysteries and dynamic character interactions. Choice Classic Radio successfully resurrects the golden age of radio drama, providing both nostalgia and engaging storytelling for modern audiences.
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