The Adventures of Sam Spade: Sam and the Psyche

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It's all right Effie. I just dug him up to say hello and put him back again. Oh, I'll be down in a couple of minutes to dictate my report, sweetheart. If I get lost on the way, you'll find me in City Hospital, the Psycho Ward, third straight jacket from the left.

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The Adventures of Sam Spain. August 2nd, 1946. Two, Mrs. Gregory Dennov. Subject, death of Dr. Dennov. I was sitting in my office with nothing to think about except a horse named Corkscrew Jr. My secretary, F.E. Parene, came in and said there was someone outside.

I didn't look up in the dope sheet so she said it again. Someone outside, Sam. What's he looked like? Um, blue double breasted custom-made suit, count of marathai, hand-tailed shirting with shoes, hand-trim, van dye.

Give me a blank check and sentiment. Okay, Sam. Please come in. Mr. Sade will see you now, sir. Thank you. You were Mr. Spade, Sam Spade. What can I do for you? I'm Dr. Gregory Denov, a psychoanalyst.

I need your help. Lie down, doctor, and tell me all about it. I see you might also be noted for your sense of humor as well as your discretion. Who told you I was discreet?

A man named Nickleitis. Well, you tell Nickleitis I think he's cute too. What else does he say about me? That I can trust you with ten thousand dollars. Is this Mr. Nickleitis one of your patients?

No, no, he isn't. As a matter of fact, he's gotten possession of some private records of mine. Well, it's rather involved. Negallitis is shaking you, John, and he picked me as a middleman, is that it?

This is not an ordinary case of blackmail. Blackmail is blackmail, even if you do it in technicolor. Well, as you may know, a psycho analyst keeps a faithful transcript, a detailed record of everything a patient says during consultation, no matter how intimate or shocking.

This man, Negallitis, has managed to gain possession of a copy of one of these case histories. The patient is a very celebrated person and should this material be divulged, it may have very serious consequences of both my patient and for me.

Doctor, your best bets, the San Francisco Police Department. No, no, that's out of the question. Then I'm afraid I can't help you. Why not? They collide a separate private detective. When I take on a client, I take on his troubles.

My job is to protect him, not to stand by and see him milked. You want to hire me on that basis? I'll listen. Oh, I'm so tired. I must trust somebody. What can you do for me, Mr. State?

Write me out a check for $1,000. Got a pen? Yeah. All right. You see, Nickleitis figures that if I'm getting a cut, I'll have to keep my mouth shut. I'll spend it all the same.

Here you are. Thanks. Now, what was the last thing Nickleitis told you? That he would pick up the $10,000 here and deliver to you this file and question. Can you reach him? Call him. Tell him you're seeing me. Tell him I won't do that kind of business in my office.

Tell him to come to your house. I'll be there. What if he refuses? He won't. Tell him I have the whole ten thousand. What time? How about an hour? No, no, I'm sorry. We'll have to make it around three.

Oh, goodness, I'm late now. That's a beautiful watch, Mr. Denna. Yes. Foreign? Yes. May I see it? My watch? Well, really, Mr. Spade. I'm very late. I have so many things to do. And I have to be at the majestic theater well before the matinee starts at 2.30.

Are you gonna see me at 3 o'clock if you're going to the fair? Oh, I'm not going to stay for the performance. Well, Mr. Spade, till 3 o'clock then, oh, my office is in my apartment.

The address is here on my card. It's the penthouse. Penthouse, huh? Okay, doctor, I'll come formal. I'll wear the top to my bathing suit. My office around 2.30 and started walking up Knob Hill. The Versailles apartment where Dennob's place was took up the whole 300 blocks, so I didn't have any trouble finding it.

I stopped across the spade for a minute to get my breath after the uphill climb, and knocked my face and started across. Just as I got to the middle of the street. Aah! This packed in so close around I couldn't see who'd done the Brody, but I had a pretty good idea.

The cops at the sidewalk wrote off and guards posted at the building entrance. It took me maybe 20 minutes to elbow my way through and show my credentials. Sergeant LeFaine had the front door so they let me in.

Lieutenant Dundee of homicide met me at the door of the penthouse. Hey, Sam. What do you want? I want to see Dr. Dennov. And Doctor's dead. Dead. Yeah. He's my client. They can't do this to me.

How? Did it brodie out the window? What do you have for? To see his wife. Okay with you. Why not? She's inside. Thanks. Dan of relief. It was all due respect for your grief. I must have the keys to the cabinet where Gregory kept his confidential files.

You realize that you wished me to take charge of his patience and that I am responsible. All this police and so on, we must get those files out of here as soon as possible. Yes?

My name is Spade. I am Dr. Zoya. I was poor Dr. Dennell's oldest friend. If there's anything I can do... I'd like to say you, Mrs. Dennell, go on. But you police have already asked her so many questions.

You see, she's not... I'm not with the police. I'm a private detective. I was working for Dr. Dennell. Private detective. He was in trouble. You see? You see, Dr. Sawyer. The police won't believe me.

Mr. Spade, you'll tell them. You tell them he didn't commit suicide. Oh, Mrs. Dina, I guess I'd take care of everything here. It's clearly suicide. Oh, idiot. I'm stupid, idiot. Suicide. He treated suicides he would never...

No, please. It will be all right, my dear. I'm sorry. She's hysterical. If I had the time, I would... Please, Mrs. Danno. The undertaker has been arranged for burial, except my clock, based Israel cemetery.

Now please, the key to Gregory's fire. Can't take it. Go ahead, all of you. Okay, we'll call you now. I'm so sorry, gentlemen. This is stereo, simple, traumatic condition. If I only had the time.

Who can I turn to? Who will help me? You think it's pleasant? You think my husband would rest if they said I committed she was hard? Why should I do? What shall I do? What shall I do?

Dr. Sawyer didn't have the time either of I. Do you think it's murder? What do you think killed your husband? To name someone? Very serious charge, Mr. Speed. Goodbye, Mrs. Denov. Constant sprint. You mean Constance Brent, the actress?

Yes. And she was his last patient this morning. She had threatened to kill him before. How do you know? My husband said so. Do you? How do you? He'd written it down on his notes on her case once before she'd almost pushed him from that same winter. How about your husband and Miss Brent?

Oh, I knew she was falling in love with my husband. That always happens. They call her the Transferen. But in this case... Yeah, husband told me Miss Brent was acting in a play this afternoon over at the Majestic. Yes, mid-summonized dream. But she was here.

I know she was here. Miss Ray, the receptionist, was coming back from lunch when she heard voices arguing inside. And she was sure it was Miss Brent's voice. Show me the doctor's case history on Miss Brent.

I can't, it's missing. As soon as it happened, I went to the files I meant to show it to the police. Who could have taken it? Constance Brent was the last one in that room before he died.

Yeah. Why don't you see Nickleitis last? Nick, who? Skippet. Where can I reach you in case? For the next couple of hours I'll be at the majestic theater. I want to see how good an actress this constant's brand is.

As constant's Prince, the dressing room. What do you want?

I want to talk to Miss Brent. You can talk to me, I'm a husband. So you're Mr. Brent. I'm Jonathan Waller. She's Mrs. Waller's. And what do you want with my wife? I've come to tell her that Dr. Dano of his dead.

Are you sure? You try falling from the 12th floor window sometime. Well, that's the best news I've heard this year. I'm afraid we'll be a shop for Constance. Maybe, maybe not. She was the last person to see him alive as far as anybody can make out.

Are you from the police? No, I'm from the insurance company. Claims investigate. What do you want to see Constance for? The policy wasn't made out to her, was it? No, made out to his widow.

But she can't collect. Police say it was suicide. Oh, that settles it. This is the last time I say to Tanya. Stand around while Puck talks his head off. Who is this person? Darling, I'm afraid this is going to be a sharp. This man is from an insurance company.

Dr. Dennell is dead. Oh, what a pity. What happened? The police say jumped as wife says he was pushed. She also says that you, Miss Brent, might have been the pusher. Oh, now really it's too absurd. It's how like a wife.

time did you play start this afternoon was Brent? Nothing a to say always, always. And the late and ended up to Dennell jumped his three o'clock. I didn't say he did. Doesn't this nose shock you?

But of course. Do you think good psychoanalysts are easy to find? Looks like your next doctor will have to start from scratch. Your case history seems to be missing from Dr. Dennell's files missing. No.

Where is it? Has a man named Nick Elias been in touch with you? I've never heard of him. Chances are you well. Does he have Dr. Dennell's notes on my case? Good be. This is right.

Hot reading, huh? You seem to know this person, Nickalitis. Get that file for me and I'll pay you well for it. Just a minute, my lovely Titania. We don't know who this man really is.

He might even be Nickalitis himself. Let me see your company credentials. Now, what do you know? Somebody picked my pocket, my wallet's gone. I thought so. All right, you tell me who you are, call the police.

Oh, no, no, Jonathan, no, please. Let's get off the merry-go-round. My name is Spade. You'll find me in the phone book under asked. My office is open until six o'clock. And if a man answers don't hang up, it'll be me.

Oh, Effie, you found a nickelitis yet? Not one. I even tried selling it backwards. Nobody ever heard of a man named Nickelitis. I'm beginning to think there ain't no such person. Pass me a... Do I see my name, man? Since I'm Nickelitis.

Sam, I still think you're right. I'm all the way in, Mr. Nickelitis. Sit on. Thank you. If you need me Sam, just scream. What can I do for you? Oh, I've come for my money.

What money? For the ten thousand dollars you remember the ten thousand dollars. Refresh my memory. Oh, Dr. Dennell, the gentleman who visited you this morning. Oh, that ten thousand dollars. Oh, you see, you remember that.

Yeah, yeah, it all comes back to me. back to me now. You were supposed to deliver something for the money. I think the stock to them is dead that is not only important. You will give me the money please and I will not disturb your afternoon and his further.

Suppose I refuse. Or that would grieve me. In my grief. No, ten more than I might do. Doctor Tenor of Stead, there's nothing more you can do to hurt him. Never would I attempt to hurt poor Dr. Dennis, but in my sorrow would be so great if I should be forced to hurt the woman he lost.

After all, if the Tanya says these are the forgeries of jealousy. Sonja, ah yes, Mid-Samanite's dream, Act 1, Scene 18. I'm a little rusty on my Shakespeare. Well, you are indeed Mr. Spade. Tanya doesn't appear until well into act two.

She doesn't, huh? Yeah, yeah, that's right. Yeah. I guess she isn't on for forty minutes or so. Yes, indeed, Mr. Spade, but I didn't come here to discuss Trama. What else you got to discuss? When Dr. Dunoff died, your mark had died with him.

It is very un-progressive you, Mr. Spade. There's always a gentleman named John Waz Why you feen, you don't mean you'd sell them both of us. Mr. Spade, how can you have such a low opinion of me?

I will prove my integrity, I will give you the material, you give me the money. Hand it over. In the event, Mr. Spade, we have a saying, he who goes too close to the bear soon loses his beard.

I have left my beard at home. Okay, I'll meet you anywhere you say, anytime you say. Excellent, sir. Seven in your apartment. Want that to be walking into the Bears, Kate? In the Levant, Mr. Spade, we have a saying.

Private dicks do not kill people in their own apartment. It was then 6 p.m. I called every for messages. She told me that you had been phoning frantically, Mrs. Dennov. I still had maybe 30 minutes before Nikolai just restored my apartment, so I breezed on up to your place on the hill.

We had a very interesting chat, remember, Mrs. Denner? Looking back on it, that was probably the most interesting conversation we had. Honey, I can't remember much of anything you said, but it was so cozy there in your place.

And what with your clock being about 20 minutes slow, it must have been something like half past seven before I left you. I grabbed the cab and told the hacky to step on it. I hope Nickolitis was still waiting at my apartment. He was.

Mr. Nickolitis, I'm sorry to be late. He was lying on my bathroom floor. The little guy was looking just about as nanny as when he'd been in my office except that the beautiful silk scarf he'd been wearing was twisted into a tight noose around his neck.

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His eyes were open and he seemed to be looking right at me as I bent over him. The finger marks in his throat were too blotchy to be of any use. Pretty soon, Lieutenant Dundee and Sergeant Polhaus came in and walked over behind me.

We all stood there for a second and then Polhaus went down and closed those eyes. You know him, Sam. His name is Nickleitis. That's all I know about him. What did he come here to your place for?

I don't know. You invited him? I wouldn't have been surprised to find him here, but not like this. You boys get a smear on him yet? Sure. He's an old customer of mine, runs a photo lab, photo stats, microfilm.

Microfilm. Nobody makes any sense. They're all screwballs, psychos, neurotics. What am I doing in the middle of this anyway? Sam, don't scream at us. We're just doing a job. Oh, I'm sorry, boys. As Dr. Dennell was my client.

And I'll expert that Dennell probably had a screw loose somewhere and needed a psycho analyst himself. Say maybe he was. Yeah. Yeah. Hey, look, Dundee. I'm going out of here now. Do I call Sid Weiss and we go through all that again, or are you going to let me walk?

Well, I Sam, you can go. I know where you sleep. I'll wake you when I'm ready for you. Well, Mr. Speed. I want some answers, Dr. Sawyer, and you're the guy who can give him to me.

I'm listening. Just let the questions flow into your mind and do not try to repress any of them. Speak instantly, whatever. Okay, question number one, without thinking. You think Dr. Dennoff was a suicide? Well, I had not seen Dr. Dennoff for many years.

He had been my student in Vienna. I was his analyst in fact. That's all very interesting, doctor, but my question. Yes, yes. Did poor Dr. Denov commit suicide? I have reviewed all the material, manifests, the hypothetical, and I came to the conclusion no, no, it was quite impossible.

You see, these paranoid and professional activities. Okay, question number two was Dr. Denov in love with Constance Brent. I suppose I can now answer that question. When I arrived in Sarah Francisco, I found him in great distress.

He told me he feared he was losing his objectivity towards this patient. In other words, he was in love with it. Yes. You think she might have murdered him? All psycho analytical subjects develop aggressive feelings toward the doctor.

Nearly all of my patients have threatened me at one time or another. You don't say. Tell me, Dr. Zoya, you don't think about Jonathan Wallace, Miss Brent's husband? A violent type, almost psychotic. Yeah? How about you, Dr. Zoya?

Did you have done it? That is a most interesting question, Mr. Spade. When I arrived here from Vienna without funds, dependent on the kindness of my former students, I must confess that I felt a certain antagonism.

It disturbed me to realize that a man of my standing at the profession should have be dependent on the goodwill of a younger and I sincerely believe less gifted man. However, I overcame this and I didn't kill him.

Oh, uh, Dr. Thanks a lot. Oh, peep, peep. Totally a life study. There is no accounting. For instance, Dr. Dennell, he came to me only this afternoon with the strangest request. Yeah? He gave me the gold watch, the gold watch, which I had presented to him many years ago upon his graduation in Vienna.

He had a patient waiting and so had not much time to his way. Where is his watch? Please, I am coming to that. He asked me to promise that I would have the watch buried with him if something should happen.

That has been done. But Dr. Dennell just died at three o'clock. It is a mosaic raw that the disease be buried before sundown. Thanks, Dr. Thanks a lot. I hope I've been of some help.

Doctor, you'll never know how much you've helped me. Spayed. What type of thing you got the answers, Mrs. Dennell? That file on Constance Brent. Your husband knew that you'd been going through it. What is the spayed?

Shut up and listen to me. He took it out of the files, had it microfilm for his own private records and destroyed the original. Really? The man who did the microfilming was Nick Olytis. He delivered one print to your husband and kept another for himself.

He was murdered in my apartment for the copy he used to shake down your husband. husband. The killer now has that copy if it hasn't already been destroyed. That we can still put our hands on the first strip of microfilm which is the liberty of your husband. This is astonishing how. It's in the gold watch which was buried with

him. Oh the watch that Dr. Barry. That's right. Then I'll paint up his mind that whatever he knew about Constance Brent was going to go to the grave with him. What are you doing tonight? Well nothing. And we got a date sweetheart you and I I'll be back toward the we hours all paths lead to the grave Ophelia x6

Gregory's grave? But shouldn't we get a court order and have it done properly? The courts don't open until ten in the morning sweetheart Lieutenant Dundee is gonna start asking me some questions about that step in my apartment before then You see baby, I can't wait Spade we shouldn't be doing this I'm wrong this time it won't be wasted effort

I'll crawl into the grave myself and pull it in after Here, I struck it. Give me that crowbar, Mrs. Denon. Oh dear, oh dear. Put that flashlight in it, will you? Don't you look the other way?

Yeah. Yeah, here it is. Look. What, Mr. Speed? What have you got? The watch. Here, put the flash on it while I open it. Here's my nail file. Cry off the back. Nice. That does it.

Here's the film. All right, Mr. Speed. Give me that film. Wasn't the second grave digger from Hamlet, Mr. Constance Brant. Stop plowing it up to me. up to me better do as he says mr spade we both got gun i was expecting that took you a long time to get here mr wallace out of dear constants make out his

lady mcbeth just give me that feels stop being an idiot wallace's cemetery is crawling with cops but that gun away before you drop it and break your foot come up out of that grave spator you say that forever okay dandy all right all right get those hands up everybody go ahead dandy make the pinch okay

sam spade i arrest you for buddy snatching violation of graze under the civil No, you fool, you're supposed to arrest Mrs. Gregory, Danov and Jonathan Wallace for the murder of Gregory, Danov and Pericles, Nikolitis.

But I... Oh, yeah, yeah, I... No, you don't! It was smart of you, Mrs. Danov, to make me late for my appointment with Nikolitis. You did that so that Wallace could nail him in my apartment for the microfilm.

You thought you could use that film to pin Danov's murder on Constance Brent. But after your late husband caught you tampering with his files, he added a few well-chosen words to it so that the film put the finger on you and your boyfriend, Mr. Wallace, in case anything happened to the doctor.

So Wallace had to kill Nick Elytus. You weren't smart to push your husband out the window. That looked like suicide. You might have gotten away with it, Mrs. Denov. If you'd bashed your husband's head in with a bottle.

That reminds me of the poor me had drank. That all? Sign it, put a special delivery on it and send it care of the matron to hatch up be present. Go on, have one yourself.

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