Richard Diamond, Private Detective: The Misplaced Laundry Case 09/06/1950
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Choice Classic Radio Detectives | Old Time Radio
29 min
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Listen while the makers of Rexall drug products and 10,000 independent Rexall family druggists bring you Dick Powell as Richard Diamond, private detective.
Good evening. This is your Rexall family druggist speaking to you for the 10,000 independent druggists who have made the word Rexall part of our own store names and who recommend and sell the 2,000 or more drug products made by the Rexall Drug Company. Like Rexall Aspirin, for example. There's no faster-acting aspirin made than Rexall Aspirin, When swallowed with water, Rexall aspirin is ready to go to work for you even before it reaches your stomach. Quality like that is what we family druggists are talking about when we tell you you can depend on any drug product that bears the name Rexall. Good health to all from Rexall. Now, your Rexall family druggist brings you a transcribed half hour with Richard Diamond, private detective, starring Dick Powell.
How does a laundry mix-up pull Richard Diamond into a dangerous case?
Oh, no, no, no, no. Oh. Yeah? Yeah?
Well, what's the matter with you?
Oh, hello, Helen. Nothing has gone right all day.
I called your office, but you left an hour ago. What took you so long getting home?
Well, I had to stop by the laundry. I didn't have any clean shirts.
Are you forgetting we're supposed to be at my mother's at 7?
No, honey, I'm not forgetting. What time is it now? A
little after 6.
Oh, nuts.
What in the world's wrong?
Well, first of all, I haven't seen anything that looks like a client for two weeks.
That's unusual.
I only got two hours sleep last night.
You're complaining.
Oh, no, no, no, honey. Then
what is
it? Well, that stupid laundry gave me the wrong bundle. I can't go over to your mother's with my bare chest hanging
out. Well, can't you go back and get the right bundle?
Well, it closes at six.
Oh, be practical. It was the laundry's fault, so use one of the shirts out of the wrong bundle. They'll have it cleaned.
Well, what if it doesn't fit?
Make it fit. I won't have you being late
again. Well, all right, all right. I'll see you at seven.
I still love you.
Then tell your mother not to suggest Monopoly again. I have to get some sleep tonight. The shirt wasn't bad. A little short in the arms, but with my charm bracelet, no one would notice. I shaved, cussed a little, showered, cussed some more. Really let loose with some choice ones while I got dressed and kept it up all the way over to Helen's. She walked out in the green number that plunged so far it could have been arrested for attempted suicide. Sure cure for cussing.
Like it?
The guy who went off the Golden Gate didn't have half to drop.
Oh, stop perspiring and come on.
Helen's mother lived in a 40-room vault on Long Island. We had a wonderful dinner. Soup, salad, pheasant on the glass. The only thing missing was cracked crab. Until Helen's mother suggested Monopoly, then I nearly shelled her and ducked her in the mustard. About one o'clock, my eyes felt like two, three-minute eggs lost in a sandpile, so I gave up and went to sleep right in the middle of a tricky trade for my railroad. Helen apologized, looked at me hatefully when I suggested a piggyback ride to the car, and by two o'clock, she dropped me in front of my flat on 53rd.
You were horrible.
Oh, well, how did I know your mother had the electric company, too?
Oh, I'll talk to you tomorrow.
All right. Kiss?
You can't even keep your eyes open.
This is going to stop me. I do my best work with my eyes closed.
Oh. All right.
Honey, are you growing a beard?
That's my mink coat.
Oh.
Night. Good
night. Evening, friend.
My name's Diamond.
Yeah, what do you want?
I got some laundry that belongs to you.
That's nice. Nothing like getting your laundry at two o'clock in the morning.
You got mine.
We'll stop around about noon tomorrow and we'll swap.
I'd like it now, friend. I gotta leave town.
Oh, look, I'm a little tired, friend. I
want the laundry.
Yeah, well, you're dealing with a bad customer. I just traded Pennsylvania Avenue for one lousy railroad.
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Chapters
8 chapters
1
What is the main topic discussed in this episode?
0:00–1:58
2
How does a laundry mix-up pull Richard Diamond into a dangerous case?
1:58–6:04
3
Why does a stranger threaten Richard Diamond over a laundry bundle?
6:04–7:11
4
Who killed Bluebell Laundry owner Mr. Green?
7:11–9:32
5
What do the swapped laundry bundles reveal about Green’s murder?
9:32–13:56
6
How does a coded shirt collar lead Diamond to a narcotics pickup?
13:56–17:34
7
How do Diamond and Lieutenant Walt catch Jones during the stakeout?
17:34–19:57
8
How does the investigation connect Superior Cleaning to the narcotics ring?
19:57–29:42
Speakers
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