Chapter 1: What happens at Sam's Bay Detective Agency?
Sam's Bay Detective Agency. Finitum est. Mr. Who? Finitum est. It is finished. Latin. Oh. Sam? What's left of me, sweetheart? Where are you? What happened? Who did it? Here. Everything. And what?
Chapter 2: Who is Mr. Mortuous and what role does he play?
What? No, I asked you first. Sam. Now you're making sense. Well, did that Mr. Mortuous get in touch with you? Demortuous Neil Neasy Bonham. Oh, Sam, stop it. Second year Latin F. Speak well of the dead. You mean he's dead? If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. This one ends up worse than Rigoletto.
Have your extra handkerchief ready, get some organ music on the radio, and I'll be down to dictate my report on the tears of night caper.
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Many, many things, Effie.
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Chapter 3: What is the significance of the 'tears of night' necklace?
But it's also kind of raw. Oh, Sam. In time, Effie, my wounds will heal. Oh, I'll bet that Mamie Gagin had something to do with it. I could tell when she came in here that she was going to be... The mortuous Neil Nisi Bonham. Huh? Latin. Speak well of the dead, remember? Oh, yes. One thing at a time, sweetheart. Let's get this over with. I want to find a docket. Oh, you're so brave, Sam.
Carrying on in the face of... of your face. Sure, sure, sure. You won't be satisfied until you just... just die for your profession. Well, if I do, kneel, nizzy, bonum, Effie. Kneel, nizzy, bonum. That means? Latin means, uh, you have bony knees. Oh. Uh, date, July 24, 1949, to Miss Daphne Arlington from Samuel Spade, San Francisco, license number 137596, subject to tears of night. Dear Daphne.
I hope this will clear up a few things in your mind. I hope it'll let you know how you got where you are and what happened to put you there. It all has an illogical beginning, middle, and end.
At three, yesterday afternoon, my loyal secretary and confidante, Miss Effie Perrine, a doll, who has been rehearsing a Cockney play for television, flung open my office door and said, Miss Mimey gave him to see Mr. Spide. I said, coo-ee.
Chapter 4: How does Sam Spade describe his encounter with Mamie?
Miss Mamie Kagan looked everything the name implied from her lately blonded hair to her genuine alligator shoes. I might add, she weighed in at approximately 160 and was in very good condition. You spade! I am he. Sit down, please. Don't you believe me? I hate gumshoes. They all stink. Uh, something in your background. Perhaps as a girl. I'm just assuming that you were one. Oh, gumshoes are nosy.
They talk too much. That's why I don't like them. Here. For me? Who else, stupid? Oh. And it says, pay to the order of Samuel Spade, $100, signed Mamie Gagan, co-signed Johnny McCall. All right, is it good? You wise guy or something, sure it's good. I'm the treasurer. Get your hat. In this weather? We're going to go see Johnny. McCall. Yeah. Why are we going to see Johnny?
Johnny wants you should do something for him. Oh, what does Johnny want I should do for him? Come on, Spade, what's the matter with you? He'll tell you. I'd just love to hear you talk, ma'am. That's all. All this gas ain't getting us nowhere. The boss is waiting. Gumshoes talk too much. Yes, ma'am. Well, maybe we do, but ours is a lonely profession.
Mamie led me to a large Cadillac parked in a no-parking zone. She tore the ticket up and ate it. We got in and charged through traffic towards Burlingame. About a half a mile this side of the main highway, we turned off to the left, and pretty soon we were winding up a private road to a fine old colonial mansion. Two or three private patrolmen were guarding the entrance. They all needed shaves.
They kind of nodded as we went up to the front door. Naturally enough, it didn't open, but a peep-shutter did. Yeah? It's me, Feely. This is the private peeper the boss wants to see open up. Okay. How are you feeling, Mr. Feely? Screw, screw. All kinds of folks around. This way, Spade. How is it? Mamie, I got your peeper. Okay. Inside. Here he is, Johnny, flat feet and all. His name's Spade.
I know, I know. I picked him myself. Go on, beat it. I hate gum shoes. Boo. Heh. I don't mind, Mamie. She's kind of bitter. Yes, she is. We did a lousy job on her hair last time. It's all streaky. Yeah, I noticed. Come on, sit down. Nice place, Johnny. Nice place. How's the growth? Oh, ain't as good as running beer, but them days are gone. I do all right.
Two crap tables, two Farragans, a little roulette in the living room, but I have to be careful. Yeah, you seem to have plenty of muscle outside to keep you safe and comfy. Ha, punks, all of them. But the best I can get nowadays, no good gunsles left. Guess they all got married and settled down or something. All right, Johnny, it's cool and it's nice out here.
You make a living and I got a check for $100. Why? Well, in my line, I don't generally have much use for a private eye. I don't generally like them. Neither does Manny. But I can use one right now. Ever see this before? No? Well, it's a little bit of necklace. Necklace, okay. It's called a Tears of Night or something. Yeah? And it's worth quite a chunk of guitas.
These four diamonds are good stuff. Dame named Daphne Arlington left it here a week ago when she went in for a plunge at the roulette table. She left it for a standby until she raised the cash. Oh, screwy, Dane. You know, a widow with a lot of money. Boyfriend named Lenny Eppich. He paints her something.
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Chapter 5: What clues lead Sam to uncover the truth about Daphne?
All right. You want a drink? There wasn't any check, Sam. She called me a couple of hours ago and said if I didn't have this thing back to her by tonight, she'd call a load of cops and come out here and tear the joint apart. Not such a screwy dame as that. You're stuck. You're telling me. If she comes with cop, I'm closed for season. I'm getting old. Oh, you're not old.
Ah, Feely was running the table. I didn't know he'd taken this thing for security until we counted up. Stupid Feely. I should have pushed his mush in or something. Letting a dame like that make us a setup. Well, maybe you'll do better next time. Oh, ain't gonna be no next time, Spade. Well, here's her address. Here's the ice. Just take it to her, and I'll chalk it up to experience.
You better get yourself a new boy at that table, Johnny. You telling me. You telling me. Well, uh, bye. Bye. Don't do nothing. Lenny, I thought you'd never get here. The performance begins at 8.30, and you know how the traffic is, and if we're going to have a bite to eat... Do you want Lenny? Where's Lenny? I don't know, Miss Arlington. I'm supposed to deliver some jewelry. Jewelry?
That'll be mortuus. Mortuus. Mortuus. Uh, yes, but I, uh... What are you looking at? Your throat. Really? Well, really, Mr... Mr. Mr... Spade, Sam Spade. Well, really, Mr. Spade. I'm only waiting for Lenny to get here so we can make the first curtain of Streetcar. And we're going to be late if he doesn't get here. You can understand that, Mr. Spade. You're going to be a little early.
Streetcar doesn't open until Monday. And already, and he hasn't shown up. Well, good night, Mr. Spade. Hey! The white ermine cape you were wearing and the black strapless thing needed a touch, but you had it. A diamond necklace. In fact, the tears of night, the same one I had in my pocket, Daphne, was hanging around your lovely neck.
I rebuzzed your buzzer and knocked on your door for quite a while until it was quite evident that you were not going to open up. Under the hallway light, I snapped open the necklace case. Mortuous, you had said. And mortuous was what it said stamped inside the case. A gloomy word with a gloomy address. The White Hotel on Turk Street. Ah, Hannibal Mortuus. At your service, sir.
If ever a man had the look of death, it was this one who had its name. He was older than old, cadaverous, and in his skull-like head, his eyes were white. He was wearing a flannel nightshirt. You find me a bit indisposed, Mr. Spaden. The clerk at the desk said it was a matter of jewelry. Therefore, Hannibal Mortuus is at your service. Now then, sir, what is so urgent?
I came to ask you about a diamond necklace. I found your name stamped on the inside here. House of Mortuus. Most respected name in diamonds, as well as all the lapidary arts. Most respected. Fine jewels in the name Mortuus is synonymous the world over. I am the last of four sons. Well, but it continues to stay. Well, I just want you to take a look at this. Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.
And how do you come in possession of the tears of night, sir? Well, a man named Johnny McCall, who runs a gambling club, hired me to deliver it to a lady named Daphne Arlington. She lost it at the roulette table. She left it there until she could raise the cash. Deplorable, deplorable conduct on her part. Daphne Arlington, a most indiscreet young lady, to be sure, to be sure.
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Chapter 6: What is revealed during Sam's confrontation with Mortuus?
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Get Wild Root Cream Oil. Again and again, the choice of men and women and children, too. And now, back to the tears of night, caper. Tonight's adventure with Sam Spade. I remember trying to wake up a couple of times. I was dreaming that we were driving along in a giant Cadillac. Big Mamie was sitting on my lap.
She was eating a diamond necklace and spitting out cherry pits, which Mr. Mortuous grabbed, looked at through his jeweler's glass, and then tossed into a left wheel. Then we had a blowout, and the whole car vanished with everybody screaming, The Mortuous! The Mortuous! Somewhere around 7 in the a.m., I began to get a feeling. Several feelings, and all of them hurt.
I had been dumped in the grass in a fairly nice neighborhood. In your neighborhood, as a matter of fact, Daphne. And five minutes later, I was climbing the steps to your apartment. I thought maybe you'd let me wash my face in your bathroom. Also, you seemed the logical one to question since nothing else made sense. You were sitting in a large chair.
The drapes were drawn, the door was slightly open, and only the light from the hall seeped in. You had the phone in your lap. The receiver was off. My guess was right. You were looking at nothing. Oh, Mr. Spade, it's you. You came back. You've been in an accident. I don't think you'll need this. Oh, well then, Mr. Spade.
Well then, I suppose you've met some people tonight who know a great deal about me. A gambler, a jeweler. Did they tell you about Lenny Eppich? No. He's really a dear, Mr. Spade. Quite the nicest boy I've met since Sidney was killed in that horrible automobile accident. Sidney and I had so many things together. I do think he enjoyed being alive with me, Ernie. I cried when Sidney was killed.
I really did. I cried. Miss Arlington, I... I didn't know what to do. I cried. That was three years ago, but now I have learned. He's really a dear... I do think that Lenny will be a very prominent artist someday. Lenny asked me to marry him tonight. He did? I've been very lonely since Sidney died. Lenny isn't interested in my money. Lenny has money of his own. My tongue adjusted to my mouth.
Sometimes, yes. Perhaps I should see a correctionist. I'm glad you came by again. I didn't know you were a detective the first time. Who told you? Why, Mr. McCall. I really can't understand, Monty. Please don't. I know it must be strange to you. Look at him. But some people live for it. Some people die for it. Please, please, Miss Eileen. We can't get anything done. Look. Look.
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Chapter 7: How does the story conclude with the fate of the characters?
Stretch down on your floor. They look funny, all right. Candy and Ernest. Both of them as dead as you can get. Hello, darling. Darling, darling. I've been waiting all night. I knew you'd telephone and give me your answer. I knew you'd marry me. Your name Lenny Eppich? Why, yes, but I was expecting... My name's Spade. I'm a private investigator. I'm calling from her apartment. Daphne's?
Now, listen. There's been a couple of murders here. Murders? She's had quite a jolt. She's going to need you and all the help she can get to bring her out of it. I've called homicide, and it might be pretty rough for her. I'll be right over. Bring a doctor. Right. And a lawyer. I'm afraid she'll need one of those, too. I've got a good one. We'll be there. Thanks, Mr. Spade.
He showed up about the same time the crew from Homicide got there. Your fiancƩ's a good guy. He talked fast and urgently, as did the doctor and lawyer he brought with him, and through their combined efforts, you were removed not to police headquarters, but to the private hospital in which you are now a patient.
It was obvious from the powder test that you could not have fired the .45 which entered the lives of Candy and Ernest. It was also obvious that the murders had been done elsewhere, but who had done them remained to be seen. Ah, Spade, I've been expecting you. Come in, come in, sir. I've been amusing myself with your chessboard. Sit down, sit down. Oh, you had a hectic night.
Yeah, your boys were pretty rough. Oh, Candy and Ernest. Two men of another world, Mr. Spade, not our world. Allow me to apologize for that action. I want more than an apology, Mr. Mortuus. And if that's my gun and it looks like it, it's got a hair trigger. And if you'll pardon me for saying so, your hands are a little shaky. I underestimated you, Spade.
Such an ingenious method of protecting the tears of knights. Why, sir, by the simple expedient of placing it in an envelope and mailing it to yourself from my hotel lobby, you hired as guardians the entire United States Postal Service, not to mention the armed forces. Thanks. What happens now? We wait for the mail. Just tell me where I'm wrong, will you, Mr. Mortuous?
McCall wanted me to get caught with it. He didn't know it was real. You'd made a phony for him. Only you found out it wasn't phony when I came to your place. Then there was a double cross. If you can bear my vanity, I have invented a new word. Triple cross. It has a ring to it, doesn't it?
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Chapter 8: What lessons can be learned from this detective story?
Oh. Including Mamie? Mamie and her friends have been very valuable to me, but I must necessarily exclude them from sharing the profits. Mamie knocked off Candy and Ernest? Abetted by the last of the House of Mortuus. You planted them in Daphne's place? Mamie and I. A crude touch, I thought, but it had a purpose.
I happen to know that Mrs. Arlington has for a long time been on the verge of a nervous breakdown. With two cadavers in her living room, she was very unlikely to discuss a bogus necklace with the police. And I doubt very much if she knew she was wearing the original or the imitation. Frighty girl. That's the lousiest thing the House of Mortuous ever did. She walked in and found them.
If you had merely returned the real necklace to her, it would have been simple to make an exchange, and none of this would have been necessary. I know, I know. You just sit here and wait for the mail. We wait. For the mail. What about your other playmate? I'm afraid I'll be sought for a murder or two or three this night. Mimi. She got it too? Yes. Where are the police going to find her?
Oh, in my hotel room, which I departed hastily once the room clerk had informed me of your ingenious method for protecting the necklace. I shot her there. You were cheap. Cheap, sir? I don't understand. A $10,000 necklace? It's not quite a king's ransom, you know. The tears of night are worth five times that. I'm afraid I misinformed you as to their value. I didn't want you to become suspicious.
You are a really horrible, terrifying old man. I suppose you think you'll get away with it. I don't intend to get away with it. An old man, yes. But I intend to spend my remaining years... They'll pick you up before you get to the airport. I doubt that. I shall turn the tears of night into cash. And with a well-laden purse, I shall guarantee to elude the police over half the world.
In two years, perhaps three, they'll get me. But I'll have spent the money. We have a visitor. Caution, Spade. I do shoot well. Answer it. Tell them to go away. I'll be right beside you. All right. Open it. One side, Spade. I got a gun. Obvious. Me, me. I thought I'd find you here waiting for the mail. You dirty... You didn't do such a good job on me. Caution, my dear. I have a gun, too.
Everybody but me. I can last long enough to let you have it. Not so good, my dear. Your loss of blood has made you groggy. Still good enough. Wait, wait. It was almost a photo finish. He kind of leaned into the wall with a pained and amazed look on his face. Then he seemed to try to walk. Mr. Spade, now. Spitzer, I believe I've been shot. I'll need a little assistance.
I can't seem to hold my feet, sir. I can't seem to hold my feet. This was an awkward plan, Bessner. Demortius nil nisi bonum, Spitzer. Or if your second-year Latin escapes your memory, speak well today. Period. End of report. Oh, Sam. All those people. Four in all. And that poor girl, Daphne. How she must have felt when she fell. Oh, Sam. Yeah, it was pretty bad. You, you poor darling.
Well, it's about time. Then you go right home. In fact, I am going to take you home. Yeah? Then what? Well... You are a registered nurse, maybe? Hmm? Well, I... Go type that up. I am completely well. And when you return, we shall Indian wrestle. Certainly, Sam. And now, listen to this. Shopping note.
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