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The Adventures of Samantha Spade
By Chrissy P.
age: 15
Florida

Character List

1: Samantha Spade: Patient, shy, and knows when to hold her tongue in certain situations, or else tries her best to get out of it. She loves to learn, understanding, and is basically Mellow. Plus, she lets this happen; but she uses her Morals to make decisions.
2: Samuel (Sam) Spade: Impatient, wants things to happen. Outgoing, outspoken and from learning from experience, develops the ability to talk his way out of situations; but innately smooth and sneaky and can get out of anything. Cruel sense of humor, teasing. But also Ambitious.
3: John Winsted: Cissy, and is no muscle man. Fat and short, but looks to Logic for Power, and Facts to answers.
4: Mr. Conan Douglas: Sam and Samantha’s guardian. He is compassionate toward them, and only wants what’s best for them. Tight businessman.
5: Young Detective: A hard-boiled young looking man.
6: Woman 1: Can be the same as woman 2. But differently dressed, flaky.
7: Meyer Lansky: A man with no emotion. He does his job easygoing and doesn’t care about anything else.
8: Angelo Bongioanni (Angel): Hit man. With a smooth serious side.
9: Mr. Allan Jones: Old and vengeful. But has hidden compassion.
10: Operator: Ditsy.
11: Sergeant Thomas: Stern. By-the-book.
12: Irishman: Looks and sounds Irish.
13: Woman 2: Can be the same as Woman 1, but dressed differently, proper.








The start of the play is on a small street, we, as the audience, see only a small well-to-do house, like the kind you see in Chicago, a bakery that says “Jones’s Bakery” on the window, a two-story small office building, and a lamp post, with a street sign coming out of it saying “Bush Street”, on the side of where the small two-story office building is. As the play begins we see a small boy, about 10, looking out into the night/audience, he has no emotion in his face, the window is open and a spot is on him. On the side of the street with the lamp post, the light is directly shining down in one direction, and there is a man standing underneath the light with a cigarette in his mouth, puffing out smoke and leaning, with very much coolness, on the lamppost. He has a brimmed hat on and an overcoat, he looks exactly like a young hard-boiled detective from the famous detective movies.

Curtain Opens.

The boy has stared for a few moments at the YOUNG DETECTIVE underneath the lamp; he seems to have always done this. Now WOMAN 1 enters. She walks onstage from S.L. to S.R., the boy whose name is SAMUEL SPADE SAM watches her walk all the way to the YOUNG DETECTIVE and the two begin to talk in low tones underneath the light. Just then a girl, 12 years old, pops up from behind SAM, her name is SAMANTHA SPADE, she is wearing PJ’s just like SAM.

All the dialogue is written in 1920’s talk and all the characters should have 1920’s accents. The play is set in San Francisco.

Scene 1.

SAMANTHA:
Irritated.
Again?
SAM:

Dry up.

SAMANTHA:
Immaturely.
You’re such a Dumb Dora.

SAM:
Witty and Sarcastically.
Looks who’s talking.
Succumbing to him, she sits beside him in the windowsill and watches the pair under the light for a moment.

SAMANTHA:
Questioning.
What do ya think this time?

SAM:
I figure that she don’t know from nothing, but she has a lot of dough, probably from her husband, that’s why she’s here-her husband.

SAMANTHA:
Questioning still.
How do you know she has a lot of dough?

SAM:
Look at her get-up, she looks-

SAMANTHA:
Ritzy.

SAM:
Now your on the trolley.

SAMANTHA:
Sarcastically.
Well, she don’t look that tasty to me. (SAM laughs. Pause. SAMANTHA smiles at him.) I guess I’ve taught you well, huh cousin?

SAM:
Sarcastically.
You’re the Bees Knees!
SAMANTHA laughs. The pair on the corner finish their little chat, and go through the door to the office building. SAMANTHA lets out a yawn.

SAMANTHA:
I think it’s time for bed, if our old man wakes up he’ll give us the bums rush outta here.

SAM:
And how.
Just as SAM goes back out of the window frame, SAMANTHA calls back to him.

SAMANTHA:
Sam?

SAM:
Comes back into the frame.
What?

SAMANTA:
What do you think I should be when I grow up?

SAM:
A mom.
SAMANTA gives him a harsh look.

SAM:
Ok-OK! You don’t look at me like it’s a caper or something, if you want to be something you can always be a secretary or something. Or how ‘bout a reporter, I know you love to write, you can real stories, instead of fake ones.

SAMANTHA ponders it for a moment, then opens her mouth to say something, then takes it back. SAM notices it.

SAM:
What is it?

SAMANTHA:
Nothin’.

SAM:
Really, what?

SAMANTHA:
Ponders for a moment, then smiles.
I can’t tell you.

SAM:
Why not?

SAMANTHA:
It’s a secret.

SAM roles his eyes and sighs, while SAMANTHA laughs.

Lights out.

Scene 2.

Before the Show starts there should be some Jazz music- or the theme song from “The Maltese Falcon”, or the “Sam Spade Radio Shows”- and in between some scenes if wanted, but unless in a few mentioned places shouldn’t there be any; it adds effect to the situation. Here the music, required for this part, is mellow, yet slow enough not to feel sad. There is an eerie San Francisco fog that walks about the stage; some of it should be upwardly and not entirely covering up the floor. Time has passed= now SAMANTHA is 15 years old, and SAM is 13. Both characters have changed to a more mature side, although the basic sides of them are somewhat the same. Now as the scene opens up, the lights should be dim as to symbolize the sunrise, and the temperature of which the room is chilly. SAMANTHA is taking a morning walk, with a very solemn face, she enters from S.L.-as soon as she has walked all the way to the other side, and stops directly at the small office building, SAM enters in from the door of the small house. He says nothing but slowly walks over to her, meanwhile the office building has been boarded up and SAMANTA is trying to take off some of the boards that cover up the door.

SAM:
Not meaning to scare her.
I’ve tried that already.

Samantha lets out a scream, and somewhere very faint, a sound of a boat blow horn is heard. It rings twice.

SAMANTHA:
After a pause, of catching her breath.
You scared me….

SAM:
What do ya doi’n anyways? Are you planning to rob the place?

SAMANTHA:
Yeah, like Baby Face Nelson.

SAM laughs.

There is pause. SAMANTHA turns around to door of the office building and begins once again to try to pry off the planks of wood, and SAM steps away a little to let her work; both of them are wearing coats over their PJ’s.

SAM:
Finally breaking the short silence between them.

I told you, I’ve already tried that. (There is another short pause. The light grows intensity, little by little stronger.)
There’s a lose one on the side, that one- Yeah! Pull on it!

Just as she does, MEYER LANSKY enters. He is wearing a somewhat the same clothes as the YOUNG DETECTIVE was, but different. Although his kneecaps are dirty, with dirt and he is wearing tan pants. He enters in from S.R., the sound of a boat blow-horn comes in again, as he walks in. SAM notices the man, and pulls quickly on SAMANTHA. SAMANTHA turns around but does not move. Neither does SAM, both are frozen. As MEYER LANSKY moves over to the door, he stops in front of the pair.

MEYER LANSKY:
Addressing only SAMANTHA.
Pardon me, Gorges. (Then to SAM.) Sir…(Then to both.)
What are you two rag-a-muffins doi’n up in at this time? Alcatraz is just starting up right now-.

Pause. The sound of the blow horn comes in this time; twice as usual, but even more faint.

SAM:
Whatever reason we’re here for, it’s probably the same reason you are.

MEYER LANSKY eyes him cautiously, and then lets out a laugh.

MEYER:
Jokingly.
Ain’t that so?

Meanwhile, this whole time, SAMANTHA has been looking at the detective; eyeing him up and down. Not out of admiration, but out of suspicion.

SAMANTHA:
Very politely and lady like.
Excuse me sir- but may I ask- why your kneecaps are all dirty.

MEYER eyes her for a moment.

MEYER:
Snooty.
Why aren’t you a curious doll.

SAMANTHA:
Witty.
It’s very unlikely that you have gone and thrown yourself into some dirt would ya, I mean, not at this time in the morning.
Besides, a total stranger coming up to a pair of hoodlums in the morning just isn’t right you know.

MEYER:
Cunning and polite.
Let me start over. My name is Meyer Lansky, my brother, was the one that shot himself over a week ago- you guys probably knew him. This was his office, on the second floor, and he owned the first for his home. He was a Dick, you know one of them, Private Eyes, real good at it too. Never married, and neither am I- about two months ago he started have’n money troubles, though he was a good Dick and I don’t know how was gett’in himself into all that trouble. Anyways, he couldn’t pay the rent or the bills and they were threaten to evict him, so if the two of you didn’t read the paper, or wasn’t here to see the cops wheel the body away, put two and two together.

SAMANTHA:
Where were you when your brother got wheeled away?

MEYER:
Los Angles. I got the news a few days later when I got back into town.

SAMANTHA:
You seemed pretty sad.

MEYER:
Trying to cover up.
I am- I’m devastated…But you know, I’m not the kind to show emotion.

Pause.

MEYER:
Well, nice to meet you all- hope to see you all again soon.

SAM:
Same here.

MEYER exits off S.R.

SAMANTHA:
Well that was interesting.
There is a pause as SAMANTHA crosses over to the boarded door again, and surveys the building. SAM looks straight ahead for a moment and begins to bite his nails, after MEYER had left. The fog is clearing up, and the lights have gotten much stronger.
SAM:
Turning to face her.
What do you make of it? It sure came out of nowhere.

SAMANTHA:
Quietly changing the subject.
What do you think of this building?

SAM:
Puzzled.
What? Is this a trick question?

SAMANTHA:
Strongly.
Answer my question.

SAM:
Strongly, Retort.
Answer mine.

SAMANTHA:
Sighs.
Never mind. Do you remember when we were littler, and we used to watch the guy, you know Lansky’s brother, our “secret” detective friend-That’s what we used to call him. Well anyway, this guy had a lot brains, he looked fine and by his job was probably getting a lot simolians from doi’n it. We lost touch with him as we got older, but I doubt that he started to run out of money.

SAM:
Maybe he was having business problems.

SAMANTHA:
Enthusiastic.
Do you remember that time he bought that really fancy look’in car?

SAM:
So what?

SAMANTHA:
So what happened to it?

SAM:
Maybe he traded it for something else- Then it would be parked right outside this curb.

SAMANTHA:
Exactly! Mr. Lansky said that he lived on the first floor. His car would be right out here. I think he was having problems with his dough but he always had people coming to him, we saw, every day I would notice people coming to him, though I think, he never accepted them for a while. And lost a lot of money because of it.

SAM:
Well what makes you think he wasn’t accepting them?

SAMANTHA:
Dunno.
Pause and the lights on stage are strong. Plus, fog has stopped.

SAM:
Samantha?

SAMANTHA:
What?

SAM:
What should we do now?
SAM moves over to look her in the face, and then stops. He looks O.S. to S.R., where the other guy exited. MR. DOUGLAS’S voice is heard backstage, from the house.

MR. DOUGLAS:
In worry and anger.
Sam! Samantha!

SAM:
Smiling, cunning.
I’m sorry, but I have to go see a man about a dog. (Begins to run off S.R.)

SAMANTHA:
Sarcastically and angrily.
Where are you off to?

MR. DOUGLAS:
Yelling.
Samuel!

SAM:
Turning back, showing no emotion, but cunning- then smiling.
Our new friend Lansky just came out of the corner drug store, and his pants look like the color of Ocean. Not like before when they were the color of the sidewalk. And you once told me that in of your books, this guy shadows, this, other guy, around town- Wish me Luck!

SAMANTHA:
You can’t go without me!

MR. DOUGLAS:
Samantha!

SAM:
Tricking.
That’s true- so you wanna come?

SAMANTHA:
Smiles.
It wouldn’t hurt to know someone else’s onions.
 

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