Transcript
Candy Matson (0:09)
Hello, Yukon 28209? Yes, this is Candy Matson.
Narrator (0:22)
Do you have a little unsolved murder in your home? Got some blackmail you want to unload? Are you the victim of some vulgar extortionist? I know a girl you should meet. She may not be the greatest private eye in the world. So what if it does cost you 3 or $400? She sure is sweet. She's Candy Matson. Like to meet her.
Candy Matson (0:48)
Hello, Candy Matson? Well, I wasn't sure when I looked in the mirror this morning.
Unknown (0:52)
Had a rough night, eh?
Candy Matson (0:53)
Oh, there have been rougher ones. Look, voice, before you get caught with my receiver down. Who are you and what do you want?
Unknown (1:00)
As to who I am, you'll find out very shortly. What I want is you.
Candy Matson (1:04)
How romantic. And over the phone.
Unknown (1:06)
Yeah, let me finish. What I want is you to lay off that cable car business.
Candy Matson (1:11)
Oh, that. Well, I'm afraid I can't. You see, I was sitting beside him when they discovered his transfer had been punched. Sort of permanently. That's how things happen with me. I get into the craziest routines. You see, I used to be a model. I've been told I have the proper displacement for such a career. But I found there wasn't enough money in it. A girl has to maintain a nice apartment on Telegraph Hill keep enough clothes to highlight the displacement I mentioned and also eat, doesn't she? Sure. So I turned private eye. You meet a better class of people. Mostly named Rigger or Mortis. Now, take this cable car deal. It's positively fantastic. But after all, this is radio, isn't it? Like to hear how the whole thing happened? Leave us trip along to Act 1. I wanted to get downtown that morning, but I couldn't take the F car. They were ripping up about 87 streets, which is par for the course. So I walked down Telegraph Hill and up to Mason. That's where the Bay and Powell cable car stopped.
Lt. Ray Mallard (2:33)
All aboard. Come on, Lana, show that shapely ankle. We gotta make the Fairmont by Whitsuntide.
Candy Matson (2:42)
The car was loaded and so was the character next to me. I tried to budge into the seat between him and a Fisherman's Wharf dowager, but I couldn't quite make it. I'd forgotten my shoehorn. Say, pardon me, but would you mind reading your Wall Street Journal over that a way a bit. I'd like to sit in here.
