After the Thin Man Page #6

Get inside there.

Who you got in there with you?

Hey, you. Just a minute,

get out of that window.

What are you trying to do,

make a getaway?

- There was someone on the fire escape.

- Where is he?

- He's gone now.

- All right then, come on, let's get going.

- This lady is...

- I know all about this lady.

I've been trailing her ever since

she left the Forrest house. Come on.

- Where are we going?

- We're going to headquarters.

There must be some mistake,

I'm Mrs. Nick Charles.

And I'm Mother Goose!

Step on it, girlie, let's go.

I've been trying to tell you for the last

half hour none of us had anything...

Shut up, Dancer.

If I want more of your chatter,

I'll ask for it. Let her talk. Go on.

- I took him home like Dancer told me.

- Did you hear a shot?

Well, I heard something,

like backfire from an automobile.

It was foggy and I was too far away

to see anything.

I thought I'd better get out

of the neighborhood...

if I didn't want to get into trouble.

Why don't you ask her

what she was too far away from?

From wherever it was it happened.

If I hadn't been too far away, I would

have known what it was, would I?

Well, l...

- I give up.

- All right, Dancer. Where were you?

I went out to get some air.

What city ordinance does that break?

- I went with him.

- Where did you go for all this air?

Air pretty much same everywhere.

We go in my car. Ride around.

- Ask chauffeur.

- Riding around?

New Year's Eve, the place is jammed

and you two are riding around.

Hey, where do you think...

Just a minute, do you know who I am?

I came here to see a client.

This is important business. Listen to me.

- You can't do this to me.

- Hey, lay him down.

Hello, Casper.

- He's our lawyer.

- I knew there'd be some shyster around.

- Well, what is this?

- Do I know?

So a guy comes in and buys a drink.

He goes out and somebody kills him.

What are we supposed to do?

Give customers insurance with the drinks?

Not a bad idea.

I didn't recognize you, Mr. Charles.

Remember me, Floyd Casper?

Yes, how are you?

Always kidding.

Why, Abrams, you don't think

that these people would have anything...

to do with a thing like that?

Why, I've known this lad since...

- Save that for the D.A. You got a gun?

- Sure. And a permit.

You?

If you want to take those,

we'd like a receipt.

Tell that shyster to shut up

or you'll go to the Hall of Justice.

- On what charges?

- Witnesses. They ask them questions.

Your clients spend

nine-tenths of the time doing it.

Take these down and check them

with the bullet that killed Landis.

- Hold it a minute. You. You got a gun?

- No.

What did you do with it?

I never had one.

Nobody has anything,

nobody knows anything.

All right, go ahead.

Miss Byrnes has a brother who has a gun.

And my chauffeur tells me

that he hung around outside...

until just about the time

she and Landis left.

If he was there,

he was hanging around waiting for me.

He wouldn't kill Robert, Mr. Charles.

He wouldn't have no reason.

I'm not accusing anyone. I'm just talking.

I think you ought to find him.

At least he might give his version...

as to why Dancer threw him out.

If that rat tries

to hang anything on me, I'll...

- Leave my brother out of this.

- Take it easy.

They want to get you

at each other's throats.

Answer what you wanna

and don't let them get you.

- I can't stand that shyster.

- I was beginning to suspect that.

- Did you call me, Nick?

- No, not yet, Harold.

But you ought to stick around.

Outside. It's pretty close in here.

Where is this brother of yours

that didn't kill anyone?

He lives in a hotel on Turk Street.

I don't know just where.

Don't know much of anything, do you?

I honestly don't know which hotel.

Phil is always moving.

Does he have to move

every time he don't kill someone?

Don't be so funny! You got me in stitches.

Stay where you are, everybody.

Get that switch!

I'll get it, Nick.

Hello.

Hello. What?

Can't hear you,

so much noise going on around here.

Headquarters?

This is Nick Charles speaking.

Take it easy, will you, fellas,

I can't hear a thing here.

Dancer just got away. Yeah.

Tell the boys to pick him up, will you?

It's all right, Nick, I got him.

Wait a minute,

my chauffeur thinks he's got him.

The old Gotch toe hold.

Hello. No, it's Abrams he's got.

Harold, you better let him up,

he may not like that.

Say, what's the idea?

- Take it easy, lady.

- Let go of me, will you?

What do you think you're doing?

Lights went out. You want me to stand

out there while Nick might be in trouble?

- What was the shooting?

- I guess it was me.

Did you get him?

I thought it was him coming through

the door. It was only me in that mirror.

And I want...

I want to have a description

of that brother of yours.

What're you picking on Phil for?

What about Mrs. Landis killing him?

Maybe she found out

we was going away together.

Maybe she found out about

that Graham giving him the bonds.

- Don't talk till you get legal advice.

- You're their lawyer, not mine!

How do I know you won't leave me

holding the bag.

We're getting somewhere.

Pick up Mrs. Landis, doctor or no doctor.

- We're going down to headquarters.

- You can't do that!

What's the idea, anyway?

No.

All it sounds like to me is they picked up

my wife in a man's apartment.

- Say it again.

- That's it. That's what she says.

- I've never seen your wife myself.

- Let me talk to him.

Graham. David Graham. Hold him? Okay.

- Why, this is all crazy, that can't be Nick.

- It's him, all right.

- Tell him it's Nora.

- She says to say it's Nora, Mr. Charles.

Nora?

No, sounds like a phony to me.

Better throw her in the fish tank

till I get down there.

- Right.

- Well?

- Throw her in the fish tank.

- What? Why...

- Throw her in the fish tank.

- Why of all the...

Will you open this door or will I kick it in?

What did I tell you about horning in

on somebody else's game?

All right, Matron.

How do you do? I'd like to get this gal

out of the woman's tank.

Oh, yes. Is this the one that was doing

the fan dance?

- Fan dance?

- Yes.

- Lf it is, she's been holding out on me.

- Hi, there. Say, are you a lawyer?

Did Mr. Feinberg send you?

Keep quiet! Who are you looking for?

Bail us out of here.

- Do you see her?

- No, I guess she isn't here.

Nickie, here I am. Excuse me.

Wait a minute. Wait. Excuse me.

- What?

- Here I am.

Well, this is a fine way

to start the New Year.

Get me out of here.

How long has this thing

with David been going on?

Stop. Get me out of here.

I've something to tell you.

- About the case?

- Yes.

I'll get you out on one condition.

No more detecting, no more cases.

Promise?

But this is important.

- Never mind.

- Nick!

- Well?

- I promise.

- All right, let her out.

- Come on, miss.

- Are you Mrs. Charles?

- Yes.

Lt. Abrams wants you for questioning.

- Questioning?

- Yeah.

Don't worry, darling.

I'll write to you every day.

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