After the Thin Man Page #7

- Were you and Landis on good terms?

- Decidedly not.

- On bad terms?

- Very bad.

- You and Mrs. Landis were once engaged.

- That's right.

- Until Landis came along?

- Yes, sir.

Ever ask her to divorce him

and marry you?

- I may have. But she never said she would.

- But you hoped she would...

and you thought that with him

out of the way she might.

- Now look, I didn't kill Robert.

- Did I say you did?

- But you did pay him to go away.

- Yes, I did.

Let them in.

Will you please sit down, Mrs. Charles.

I have to ask your wife a couple

of questions, Mr. Charles. I'm sorry.

- That's quite all right.

- Now, Mrs. Charles...

why did you go to

Mr. Graham's apartment?

- Why...

- Perhaps I'd better leave.

Why, Selma had a silly idea

that David thought she killed Robert.

She wanted me to go

and tell him that she didn't.

Now, wait a minute. I can't imagine her

thinking a thing like that.

That's ridiculous,

I haven't seen her for two days.

- Will you come in, Mrs. Landis?

- Dear, sit down.

David, I didn't want you dragged into this.

Mrs. Landis, why did Mr. Graham

think you killed...

I never said that and I never thought it

for a minute.

It's all right, David.

You have every right to think I did it.

He's just trying to protect me.

He heard a shot,

came running up to me and...

Just a minute.

What were you doing there?

I wanted to make sure that he kept

his promise to go away.

Okay, go on.

He rushed to me and found me standing

near Robert with a gun in my hand.

But the shot came from around the corner,

from in front of me.

You mean you didn't...

No. Look at the gun, David,

it hasn't been fired.

Selma, forgive me.

It's all right, David. Of course I forgive you.

Well, that's all settled. Come on, Nora.

Goodbye, Lieutenant. Goodbye, all.

Now, wait a minute.

Maybe, he believes you.

He's in love with you.

But I got to have something more

than that. Where's the gun?

- I've got to see that gun, Mrs. Landis.

- I haven't got the gun.

I gave it to David. David, where's the...

- What is it, David?

- Selma, I thought you were guilty.

I thought I was doing the only thing...

I threw the gun away.

You threw the gun away?

This is the craziest case.

But they can find it.

I can tell them exactly where I threw it.

I'll send divers down for it and...

They've got to find it!

She don't want that gun back

anymore than you do.

Swear out a warrant for the arrest of

Mrs. Landis on suspicion of murder.

- Get some whiskey.

- Yes, sir.

For both of us.

And that goes for you, too. Go on.

What did you say?

Did you say something

about scrambled eggs?

No, darling, you must have been dreaming.

Are you hungry?

No, why?

You want some scrambled eggs, dear?

- I can fix them for you if you want them.

- No, darling, I don't care for any.

- Sure?

- Really.

- Good night, dear.

- Good night.

After all, if I want scrambled eggs

I can get them for myself.

Of course, I'm not as good

a cook as you are.

Don't bother about me.

You go right on sleeping, darling.

I love to watch you sleep.

You look so cute.

Nickie, have you any pictures

of yourself taken as a baby?

- No.

- That's a shame.

I want to see what you looked like.

I'll have some taken in the morning.

Poor Selma, poor David.

Nickie, can you reach the water?

Can you reach the water?

No, I just... I don't want it.

I just wanted to be sure you could reach it.

Come on. I'll scramble those eggs.

If you can manage the bread,

I'll whip you up some scrambled eggs...

that'll be a poem.

- I'm so glad you're hungry, too.

- Here, chase this.

No, this. Go get it.

Eggs, milk, butter.

Now, what's the matter?

I'm thinking of poor Selma

down in that jail.

Don't worry.

Tomorrow they'll find the gun...

and it won't have been fired

and Selma will be set free. A bowl.

- Then you don't really think she did it?

- No.

- Now, where's the salt?

- Over there.

You're not saying that just to make me

happy, are you? You really mean it?

- No.

- No, what?

No pepper.

- It's there next to the salt.

- Thanks.

Then, what?

- Yes, I mean it.

- Of course you're right.

She didn't do it. She couldn't have done it.

I don't think I'd kill you

if you ran off with another woman.

- Well, that's something to look forward to.

- I might, though.

Do you mind, sugar?

- Don't forget to shut the gate.

- Nick, what was it?

It was a stone.

Look, it's got a note tied to it.

Silly little woman.

I told her to stop writing me.

Asta, drop that.

Asta, drop that, that's a clue.

He thinks we're playing.

Nickie, come help me.

- Look at him.

- Where is he?

Over there.

- Has he got the N-O-T-E?

- Yes.

Don't pay any attention to him.

Just be nonchalant.

- Asta!

- Darling, let me, just a moment.

Asta.

Come here, this minute.

Do you hear me? This minute.

Never mind me. Get him!

Yes. Asta!

- Did you get it?

- Got the rock.

- Nick, he's eating it up!

- Asta.

Here, look! Pretty rock.

Get the pretty rock. Here, boy.

Asta, look. See the pretty rock.

When he runs after the rock,

you grab the paper.

Get it, Asta. Get the pretty rock.

That's a good doggie.

I have it.

"Mr. Charles...

"Phil Byrnes, alias Ralph West...

"is a ex-con...

"and was married to Polly in Topeker...

"three years ago.

"He lives..."

What are we to do,

send them an anniversary present?

Nickie, phone Abrams.

And have him here,

keeping us up all night?

Don't you see? If Phil is her husband,

then he shot Robert...

because he found out about him and Polly.

Nickie, you must phone.

- Just as you say.

- Here, you.

Bad Asta. You swallowed that address.

How could you?

And I've been boasting about

what a smart dog you were.

Just for that, you sleep outside.

Nickie?

I don't think Mr. Charles

wishes to see anyone.

You just tell Mr. Charles I'm here,

that's all.

Good morning, Peters.

Mrs. Charles couldn't sleep, so I'm up.

- Good morning, Peters.

- Good evening, madam.

Good evening? Why, it's only 6:30.

- Yes, sir.

- It's still dark.

It's dark again, sir.

You slept right through the day.

- Was it a nice day?

- A dreadful day, madam.

The reporters and the police were

trying to get up here.

- I guess we didn't miss a thing.

- Quick, the morning papers.

- The morning paper's not out, madam.

- Not out yet?

- These are the evening papers.

- Oh.

Here you are.

It doesn't seem right,

the evening papers with breakfast.

If you hadn't wakened me,

we'd have slept right through till morning.

Mr. Charles, there's one of those

policemen outside the door now.

- What shall I do about it?

- Show him in.

He probably wants to question

Mrs. Charles again.

It doesn't say whether they've found

the gun.

Oh, I forgot. I'm mad at you.

Look at him prancing around

with that clue in him!

Hello, Mr. Abrams.

- Good morning.

- Good evening.

Yes, good evening.

- Will you have some breakfast?

- Thanks. I just had dinner.

I give up.

- Have they found the gun?

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