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now let's get into this week's episode of the adventures of Sam Spade. The original air

date, June 8th, 1947. And this one is the cowcutta trunk caper.

Sam Spade Detective Agency. Ahoy. It's me. It just came ashore. From what? A boat? A ship.

Effie a ship. Anything over 400 gross tons is a ship. Anybody knows that?

Well, may I inquire what was your portacle? Cowcutta. Mine, that was a quick trip. Well,

Effie, I'll tell you, I got so homesick for you I couldn't stand it so I assembled my gear

and jumped ship. What? Sam, how sweet. A faster gal. I'll be right down the dictate my report.

Sam. Oh, Sam, you are alive. Oh, my eyes, Effie. I've been worried sick. Where have you been?

On my way to cowcutta sweetheart, where the dawn comes up like thunder. What are you talking about?

Cowcutta. And the flying fish's play. Ready, Effie? Sam, why do you want to go to cowcutta

of all places? I didn't, Effie. I hate cowcutta. I was Shanghai. To Mr. Philip J. Fogg,

Purser, SS Yoreen. How you spell it, Sam? L-U-R-E-N-E. Oh, that's pretty. Sam, how could you be Shanghai

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