Caper Over My Dead Body

In response to requests representing millions of listening friends, the National Broadcasting Company is pleased indeed to bring you again the adventures of Sam Spade Detective. Me, sweet. What number have I got? Sam Spade Detective, they can see them.

Oh, well me sweetheart. Nothing happened, call me later Dwight. Dwight, shit. Look. I didn't know you were in town, you didn't write to me or... F-E-F! Man? This is me in the flesh, Sammy the Spade.

Oh, now what? Goodbye! Fv, I'm in a payphone. My nickel is running out. Oh, Dwight, how can you be so cruel and play jokes at a time like this? Wait, wait, listen. Are you listening?

Yes! I am not dead. Don't believe everything you read in the papers. Huh? Or here on the radio. Yes. You are at my funeral. Is that what you were about to say? Yes. It was lovely.

Don't believe that either. Stay right where you are, sweetheart, because I'll be there alive and handsomer than ever. With an account of a caper which proves you can kill some of the people part of the time.

My exaggerated report on the death of Sam Spade. NBC welcomes back to the era character who has captured the public imagination more completely than any other since the birth of Sherlock Holmes. William Sphere, radio's outstanding producer, director of history and crime drama, brings you the greatest private detective of them all in the adventures of Sam's babe

Hey, the grandfaby blooming well dead candles at my feet candles at my end We're not open for business today. I mean mr. St. open this clothes right now because I'll wait I'm mr. St. S. P. A. D. E. Spade Sam never told me he had a twin brother he doesn't but then you I'm me Sam