After the Thin Man Page #5

- How are you?

- Where have you been?

Why do you do these things?

I've been going crazy.

- There, there, darling.

- No, I won't this time. I won't forgive you.

You're not going to make

a fool of me again.

All right, darling. I only came

for a moment to get some clothes.

- Where are you going?

- A little trip.

No, you're not.

I won't have it. I won't!

Want to kiss me goodbye, darling?

Thank you.

Selma, what's happened?

He was going away and I tried to stop him.

Now, Selma, listen to me. Now listen.

I want you to go back to the house.

You've never had a pistol,

you understand? You hear me?

You've never been

out of the house tonight.

You don't know anything about this.

Understand?

Now, come on, hurry.

Happy New Year, everybody!

Happy New Year's...

Oh, excuse me.

I guess there must be some mistake.

Oh, no.

In the dark, and my wife said that

she'd be right back...

- and of course l...

- Oh, yeah?

Excuse me. Happy New Year.

Happy New Year to you, too.

Nora, darling, sugar. Happy New Year.

Nickie, you're bleeding.

Yes, a little accident.

I know, this New Year's traffic is terrible,

isn't it?

Yes. Have you made any

New Year's resolutions?

Not yet. Any complaints or suggestions?

- A few.

- Which?

Complaints.

- All right, shoot.

- You don't scold, you don't nag.

- You look far too pretty in the mornings.

- All right, I'll remember.

Must scold, must nag,

mustn't be too pretty in the mornings.

Happy New Year, baby.

Say, what are you doing here, anyway?

Still trying to call Selma.

Well, what is it?

Come on, I'll find you a phone.

Hello, Dancer. Come in.

Once a gumheel, always a gumheel.

Well, I don't like gumheels.

I thought you'd quit it when

you married a pot of money.

Did he call me a pot?

You know I don't like to be critical,

Dancer, but...

you know, it doesn't look quite right

when you and your partner...

and your prima donna and

your best customer...

all go out at the same time.

Gives the place a sort of vacant look.

Have you ever been thrown

out of a place, Mr. Charles?

Let's see, how many was it

up to yesterday, Mrs. Charles?

Well, how many places

have you been in, Mr. Charles?

Hello, Aunt Katherine? This is Nick...

I mean, Nicholas.

What?

Oh, yes, I will.

Well, now, if you're through in here...

Polly, another of our travelers,

has returned.

Now if only...

No sooner said than done.

Quite a gathering of the clans.

I wonder which one of you would be

more surprised if Robert Landis...

were to walk in here right now.

Of course, you know that couldn't happen,

don't you, Dancer?

I don't know what you're talking about

and I don't care. Now get out of here.

- What is it, Nick?

- Robert's been killed.

- Killed?

- Get out of here.

No, on the contrary.

We're going to have a lot more people in.

- Give me that phone.

- Certainly.

- See?

- You better go. Selma may need you.

Hello, this is Nick Charles speaking...

I want to get hold of Lt. Abrams

of the Homicide Squad.

Why are you calling him?

It's a cinch none of us shot Landis.

Maybe to explain how you knew

he was shot.

Hey, what are you doing there?

How did Mrs. Landis and her husband get

on together? Any fights, any arguments?

- No, sir.

- Mr. Abrahams...

- how dare you question my servants?

- Lady, a man's been killed.

- I got to find out who did it.

- Surely, you don't think...

How do I know what to think

if nobody will tell me anything?

Did you hear anyone leave the house

after Mr. Landis left?

Certainly not.

- Will you please let him talk?

- Mr. Abrahams...

My name is Lt. Abrams. Well?

No, sir.

- All right, I'll see you all later.

- Obviously just a holdup.

A holdup?

With that bracelet

and those bonds left on him?

Henry, will you show Lt. Abrahamson out?

Lady, I'm not going until I see Mrs. Landis.

Now look, I can't help it if

you don't like me. I'm just doing my duty.

I tell you Mrs. Landis cannot see anyone.

- She's under the care of a doctor.

- What's the doctor's name?

Dr. Kammer.

- Dr. Adolph Kammer?

- Yes.

- So that's the way it is.

- Precisely.

I'm sorry to inconvenience you,

Lt. Abrams.

Okay, Doc.

You're willing to take the responsibility

of not letting me talk to her?

Sir, it's not a question of responsibility.

Mrs. Landis has had a very great shock.

It was necessary to give her

something to quiet her nerves.

- Can she talk to you in her sleep?

- When'll she be awake?

Not for some hours.

Do you often have to give

Mrs. Landis things to quiet her?

Okay, Doc. Check that off.

- Then is she crazy?

- You're insulting.

Lady, I've seen this guy

three times in my life...

and all three times he was on a witness

stand testifying that someone was nuts.

First there was that Mrs. Jerris.

Then, the Darrow woman.

- By golly, she shot her husband, too.

- Too?

What right have you

to say a thing like that?

In view of that very definite accusation,

I think that you should...

insist that your attorney is present

at any future interviews with the police.

Anybody's tongue is liable to slip.

Lt. Abrams, hurry...

Nick's waiting for you down at

the Lichee Club. He's got them all there.

What's happened?

- He knows. He'll tell you everything.

- I hope somebody can tell me something.

- Where's Selma?

- She's sleeping. She's not to be disturbed.

I won't disturb her.

But I want to be there when she wakes up.

Well?

I don't think that as yet

there is any reason for alarm.

Selma?

They're going to arrest me.

They're going to arrest me, aren't they?

- No. Of course they're not, dear.

- They all believe I did it.

Aunt Katherine, the doctor, all of them.

- No, Selma, they don't think that at all.

- I heard them. I know.

- Now, darling.

- But I didn't kill him. I didn't.

I'm sure I didn't.

- You'll help me, won't you, Nora?

- Why, of course, darling.

But you'd better lie down now

and get some rest.

They gave me some pills,

but I didn't take them.

- You should have, dear. You need to sleep.

- No, I can't. I can't.

- I've got to think. David.

- What about David?

He thinks so, too.

- He must think so or he wouldn't have...

- He wouldn't have what?

Oh, nothing. You tell him I didn't.

- Tell him I didn't do it.

- Darling, couldn't you telephone?

No. Someone might be listening.

No, you go to him.

- Tell him I didn't do it. Hurry!

- All right, I will.

This is your news reporter speaking.

The old year was hardly out when death...

struck savagely in the slaying of

Robert Landis, wealthy society playboy.

Mystery surrounds the shooting...

It's I, Nora.

Hello. This is a surprise. Is Nick with you?

What's the matter?

Just let me sit down.

Don't you know what's happened?

No, what?

Well, first, Robert was killed.

- He was killed?

- We saw him at the...

David, look!

That's the brother of the girl

who was with Robert!

Don't let him get away,

he might know something.

I'll get him as he comes out the alley.

Not so fast, buddy. Mr. Law speaking.

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