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Le Cafe Singe Bleu Serving generous portions of history and mystery from our monthly menu Volume 1, Issue 1, January 2003
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Maxwell House Coffee TimeStarring George Burns and Gracie Allen Guest Star Howard Duff Transcribed script |
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Commercial for Maxwell House |
Gracie : Another cup of Maxwell Coffee, George?George: Sure, pour me a cup, Gracie. Gracie: You know Maxwell House is always good to the last... drop. George: That drop's good too. |
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Announcer |
Yes, it's Maxwell House Coffee Time, starring George Burns and Gracie Allen. [MUSIC. Applause] With our special guest, Howard Duff, who is the famous detective Sam Spade.
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Yours truly Toby Reed, Joseph Kearns, Eric Snowden, Harry Lubin, the Maxwell House Orchestra, and Bill Goodwin. Bill Goodwin: For America's Thursday night comedy enjoyment its George and Gracie, and for America's every day coffee drinking enjoyment, it's Maxwell House, always good ...to the last drop. [MUSIC] Announcer: Many people say that Gracie is responsible for George being where he is today. And that's certainly true. Gracie is also responsible for Sam Spade being where he is today. You see, George and Sam Spade are both in jail. How did it happen? Well, let's listen as George is being questioned by a police lieutenant (played by Joseph Kearns). |
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Regan |
Alright, let's start at the top. Name? |
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Burns |
George Burns. |
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Regan |
Occupation? |
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Burn |
I'm married to Gracie Allen. |
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Regan |
No. No, no. What do you do? What keeps you busy? |
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Burns |
I'm married to Gracie Allen. |
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Regan |
Let me put it this way. What's your source of income? |
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Burns |
I'm married to Gracie Allen. |
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Regan |
Alright, skip it. What's your age? |
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Burns |
Approximately 42. |
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Regan |
How come you look older? |
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Burns |
I'm married to Gracie Allen. |
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Regan |
What's your address? |
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Burns |
360 North Camden. |
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Regan |
Alright, Burns, now suppose you tell me why you're in this jam. |
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Burns |
I'm married to Gracie Allen. |
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Regan |
You're in a rut. Hey, Spade, how come you're in this jam? |
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Spade |
He's married to Gracie Allen. |
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Regan |
You know, Burns, you and this Spade character are accused of murder. Now suppose you tell me the whole story right from the start. |
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Burns |
Okay, Lieutenant. It all started last Sunday night. I was sitting home listening to the radio with my wife... I'm married to Gracie Allen. |
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Regan |
...to Gracie Allen. Yes. That part I know. Take it from there. |
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Burns |
Well, Gracie and I were listening to the Adventures of Sam Spade. The program was just finishing... |
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Spade |
Alright, Jenkins, let's take a little ride down to headquarters. |
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Jenkins |
Me, sir? But I wouldn't murder Mr. Benson! I've been his butler for twenty years. |
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Spade |
Don't play innocent. I know you pulled this caper, and I've got enough evidence to put you right in the hot seat. |
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Jenkins |
But Mr. Spade, I didn't do it! |
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Spade |
Save that malarkey for the warden. You were clever, Jenkins, but not clever enough. I think I'll call this the Careless Butler Caper. [SPADE THEME MUSIC]. Radio clicks off. |
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Burns |
Why did you turn off the radio, Gracie? |
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Gracie |
Sam Spade got the wrong man tonight. |
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Burns |
What? |
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Gracie |
I'm positive that Jenkins the butler wasn't guilty. An innocent man's gonna get the hot plate. |
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Burns |
Hot seat. And don't worry. He'll only get it on the radio. |
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Gracie |
Well, who cares where they put it? When he sits down it will burn. Oh, I've got to talk to Sam Spade right away. |
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Burns |
Honey, Sam Spade is not a real detective. |
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Gracie |
I'll say he isn't. Any man who'd make an innocent butler sit on a hotplate... |
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George |
Gracie. He'll get a hot seat. |
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Gracie |
He sure will after he sits on a hot plate. |
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George |
Look, here's what I mean. On his program, Sam Spade is a private detective. But in real life he's just an ordinary guy. Just like on your program you're a nitwit, but in real life.... [Long pause. Laughter] That won't work. Anyway, Gracie, what you just heard was only a radio program. |
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Gracie |
I know that. The real crime happened last week. Every Sunday night Sam Spade broadcasts his most thrilling case of the week. |
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George |
You still don't understand. Sam Spade is just a character. |
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Gracie |
I'll say he's a character. Making that poor innocent butler sit on a hotplate. |
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George |
Hot seat! Let me try to explain this once more. Sam Spade isn't even the fellow's real name. He's the brainchild of Dashiell Hammett.
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Gracie |
Oh, oh, you mean his real name is Sam Hammett? |
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George |
No. His real name is Howard Duff. |
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Gracie |
Then why isn't his father's name Dashiell Duff? |
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George |
Look, Sam Spade doesn't have any actual father or mother. He came from Dashiell Hammett's typewriter. |
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Gracie |
Oh, George, you're so innocent. You know, I'll bet you believe that old story about coming from under cabbage leaves, too. |
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George |
What's the use? OK, Sam Spade is a naughty detective and he's sending an innocent butler to the hot plate. |
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Gracie |
Hot seat. |
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George |
Good night, dear. |
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Gracie |
Good night. |
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[MUSIC] |
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George |
Well, Lieutenant, I didn't think any more about it. I was tired and it was past my bedtime. |
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Regan |
What time was it? |
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George |
It was after nine. |
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Regan |
Gee! |
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George |
So I went to bed thinking Gracie would follow me. Instead she followed Sam Spade. |
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Regan |
Oh, what do you mean? |
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Spade |
Let me tell you about that part of it, Lieutenant.
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Thank you so much |