After the Thin Man Page #4

- Thanks.

He's a great guy to have liking you.

This way, Mrs. Charles.

- Many customers tonight?

- Oh, yes.

We always do a pretty good business,

you know.

Follow me.

- Oh, Nickie, there's Robert!

- Yes, I know.

Why didn't you tell me?

- Why, Robert! Where have you been?

- Well, fancy meeting you here.

Why haven't you sent any word to Selma?

She's almost crazy with worry.

She ought to know better by now.

- Nicholas!

- How's it coming?

Fine, up till now.

Sorry I can't ask you to sit down.

That's all right. I'll ask her.

Nora, won't you sit down?

So, she sent the great

big detective to find me.

I have a table for you across the room,

Mr. Charles.

I think you'll be more comfortable there.

I'm sure they would.

I'll be over in just a minute. Thanks.

Why don't you call Selma

and tell her you're all right?

- Well, don't exaggerate, just call her.

- You can tell her...

when you go back to report on me.

Tell her I'm having a swell time.

I'm not going back unless I have to.

And I don't think I'll have to.

I'll be delighted to tell her that.

Well, you'll forgive us...

if we tear ourselves away?

Dancer seems a bit anxious.

Hello, Handsome.

Is he a friend of yours?

On the contrary, a relation.

He's been hanging around here

for three days, drunk.

Got a case on our prima donna.

I wish you'd toss him out.

His wife's going crazy.

That's too bad. I'll speak to his girlfriend.

- Well, I've done my duty.

- I wonder what's up?

- Up where?

- Up there.

- Where?

- There, and it comes out here.

Scotch. Probably.

- His relatives just blew in.

- What'll we do?

Give the customers one more song

and knock off for the night.

Take him to your place

and keep him there.

Okay.

- Nickie, what time is it?

- It's 11:
35.

- And our first New Year's alone.

- Hello, Nick.

Maybe I was wrong.

- Hello, Joe.

- Hello.

Excuse me, lady. Say, Nick,

Willie the Weeper's outside, see?

- When did he get out?

- He got out this morning. He's on parole.

According to rules and regulations

he ought to be mingling...

with some respectable people, see?

I thought you had

a nice table here, see? Maybe...

- By all means.

- That's fine, you're a gent!

Hey, boys!

- Everything all right, Mrs. Charles?

- Everything's all something.

You needn't worry about Mr. Landis.

Polly's going to see he gets home all right.

- Thank you.

- Waiter, no check for this table.

- Anything they want is on the house.

- Yes, sir.

- I can't let you do that, see?

- But I insist. You're my guest.

Come on, boys.

This'll mean a lot to Willie, see?

- New Year's Eve and everything, see?

- All right, if you insist.

It's mighty white of you.

Meet the rest of my party.

- How are you?

- Gentlemen, be seated.

- This is Willie. You remember Willie.

- How are you? Glad to see you.

Likewise.

I am honored to be

at your coming out party.

- Nora, this is Willie the Weeper.

- Delighted.

Likewise.

- And the boys.

- How are you?

How do you do?

- Do you boys know Dancer?

- I don't want to know him.

He's a crumb.

Don't say that, boys. He's giving the party.

- Everything's on the house.

- Yeah?

- That right?

- That's different. Why didn't you say so?

- Drinks and everything?

- Sure.

- Champagne, boys.

- Me, too.

Sure, champagne. Willie?

- Scotch, with a champagne chaser.

- Likewise.

Well, what do you say?

It wouldn't take much to make me

leave this town for good.

We could have a lot of fun on $25,000.

What's the use talking about that?

You haven't got it.

Don't worry, I'll get it.

- When did he say he'd let you know?

- Tomorrow.

There's my number. I gotta go on.

Listen, go and call him now.

Don't let anybody hear you.

If he says he'll give it to you tonight...

I'll blow with you right away.

We got time for one more song, folks,

before the New Year.

Miss Polly Byrnes will sing a new

number for you, Smoke Dreams.

- Where's he going?

- Getting his hat and coat.

Say, get me mine, will you?

Boy, you can certainly pick them.

I never seen such a guy. Every time I meet

him he's got another good-looking gal.

- We haven't met for years.

- Oh?

When he gives you the sack,

let me know, will you?

I certainly will.

- She's hot looking, ain't she?

- Shut up, you lug. It's his wife.

See?

- Have you made up your mind?

- All right, I'll give you the money.

Tonight? I can't give it to you tonight.

I have some bonds that I was...

Of course they're negotiable.

Now, wait a minute. Just a minute.

That's a lot of money.

How do I know you'll keep your promise?

How do I know you'll really stay away?

And, even if...

Selma does decide to get a divorce,

how do I know you won't fight it?

All right, forget about it. I'll go on home.

Selma will be tickled to death to see me.

I'm at the Lichee Club. All right,

I'll meet you there in a couple of minutes.

Don't keep me waiting, though.

I might change my mind.

You know, it's all to the good,

them seeing him here plastered.

But we can't take a chance on them

tipping off his wife and having her bang in.

- Make it snappy.

- Okay.

We want Polly! Where's Polly?

We want Polly.

We want Polly, see?

We come here and spend all this dough,

and what does she do?

She sings one song and quits.

Now, boys, she had to run along.

- Thanks.

- Glad to be of service.

That's what you get for coming

to a dapper joint like this.

Do you think she'll really take him home?

She'll take him somewhere, I'm sure.

What do you mean?

Did I ever tell you that you're

the most fascinating woman...

this side of the Rockies?

Wait till you see me on the other side.

I said to him, "You ain't gonna

give me a ticket, you big flatfoot...

"and you know it," I said. "I got the right

to turn there, you know it," I said.

"I ain't got all night to be sitting here

gassing. Go polish your buttons...

"leave me be on my way,

you fat palooka," I said.

I know, and then you busted our plan.

All right, thank you, Mr. Galahad.

You'll keep your promise?

You don't mind if I go home

for 10 minutes?

- What for?

- Don't worry...

I won't see your precious Selma.

I just want to get some clothes.

Ten minutes shouldn't matter to a man

who's waited as long as you have.

Well, ta-ta.

I'm worried.

I'm going to phone and see

if Robert got home.

I don't care whose wife she is.

I don't like a dame that gets noisy

after she's had a few snifters.

- Don't you think I'd better?

- All right. But hurry, it's almost 12:00.

I'll be right back.

Here, get on that phone

and stay on it, hurry.

Well, that settles that.

Never mind, they don't answer.

I told her to take him straight to her place.

Mr. Landis?

Yeah.

I wanted her to get him in shape

so he could go home.

Mr. Landis on phone.

I hear him say he go home.

He did? Good.

He's a relative of Mr. Charles.

I felt sort of responsible.

I think I'll go out and get some

fresh air in one of my lungs.

Back in a minute.

Robert?

Hello, Selma.

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