Another Thin Man
- PASSED
- Year:
- 1939
- 103 min
- 282 Views
Hey, wait for baby.
Come in.
Butterfield 84597.
- Where'll we put these, lady?
- Put that there.
- And put that there.
- Yes, ma'am.
And put that here.
Yes, sir.
Now, don't be rude. You'll get yours.
Mrs. Merrick, please.
- Is the baby all right?
- Yes, ma'am, he's asleep.
Would you wait
until the new nurse comes?
Yes, ma'am.
Don't forget to remember to drop in often.
It's always a pleasure, Mr. Charles.
Here's another of those
"call Long Island operator number 15."
Don't you think you ought to call?
Certainly not. She knows better than that.
I told her I was bringing
the wife along this time.
Why do I always take it for granted
that you're kidding?
Hello, darling.
We just got in a little while ago.
Will you bring up a passkey
for that connecting door?
- Yes, ma'am.
- Thank you.
We had a lovely trip.
Nick was sober in Kansas City.
That's a very bitter woman.
Tonight? We'd love to.
I haven't been to a night club in... Hello?
I'm sorry, it's Long Island again
and they insist on cutting in.
Yes, I'll tell her. Go ahead, Long Island.
Hello, Nora? This is Col. MacFay.
Don't you ever pay any attention
to your messages?
Well, how are you?
How is the famous detective?
Quit, has he?
I should have thought...
with all the publicity he got
over the last two cases.
I see.
Listen, young lady,
I've sent my car in for you.
The weekend? I don't think...
We just got off a train.
And there's the baby, you know.
I'm afraid...
It's a trap.
He just wants to get me there
to go over that yearly statement.
It isn't about business, is it, Col. MacFay?
I told you.
Can't it wait till you come to town?
No, I'm not coming to town.
I'm just staying close to the house
for a while.
You've got to come to me this time.
Well, that's not much to ask.
Very well, we'll come.
After all, we've never been down there.
It'll be nice in the country.
A quiet weekend.
Good air for the baby.
I think they have a pool.
I'll see a lot of that pool.
I'll be up to my ears...
in financial statements,
business, forecasts.
You have to do it sometime.
He can't do anything without you.
Mommy, you shouldn't try to figure out
a highly technical problem like that.
You'll strain yourself.
You see?
Seems like man's work is never done.
Come in.
Beg your pardon, ma'am.
- I'm Col. MacFay's chauffeur.
- Yes.
I thought I might help with your luggage.
As you wish.
Come in.
- I'm from Miss Sherwood's Agency.
- Yes. Miss...
Dorothy Waters. These are my references.
Miss Sherwood spoke to you about salary?
Yes, Mrs. Charles.
If you'll excuse me
for saying so, Mrs. Charles...
to get out to Col. MacFay's.
It does?
It's getting rather late. We ought to hurry.
Yes. We have to go to Long Island,
so I'll phone the Agency later.
- No, indeed.
- The baby's awake now, Mrs. Charles.
I don't wonder...
Oh, dear.
Come in.
Are you the party
that wanted the passkey?
Party? I'm more like a riot.
- The bedroom, the connecting door.
- Sorry, ma'am. We'll have to hurry.
- Shall I take the baby?
- Or shall I?
Boy, this is going to be a cinch.
Heaven help honest folk
in a hotel like this.
Nick.
Well, I'm a monkey's uncle.
- I didn't know this was your apartment.
- Hiya, Creeps.
- I'm glad to see you, Nick.
- Yeah?
Even if it did cost me one of the
prettiest jobs I ever lined up for myself.
I've been trying to get my hands
on those keys for two weeks.
Well, that's that. How've you been?
Nickie, we must hurry.
How are you, Mrs. Charles?
I didn't recognize you.
- How are you?
- I'm fine.
Mommy, this is Creeps Binder.
Remember?
- Creeps?
- Creeps. You remember.
Nick sent me up the river.
It's nice you don't feel bad about it.
Why should I?
It took a genius to outsmart me.
- You shouldn't run him down like that.
No, Mrs. Charles.
Nickie's doing something.
Well, I guess I won't need this anymore.
- Do you mind?
- No. Make yourself at home.
What's the matter?
What have you got?
Asta's bone.
You shouldn't leave it around.
You're older, you ought to know better.
- A baby.
- Yeah.
- Is it yours?
- Yes.
- What do you know. Is it a boy?
- Certainly.
- What is it there?
- Say hello to Mr. Binder.
- Can he talk?
- A few words.
I ought to rate one of them.
How about it? Come on, see.
What's the matter?
I was just trying to think
who he looks like.
- Anyone I know?
- I got it. It's the missus.
Why didn't you tell me you had a kid?
Well, you know.
You don't have to feel that way about him.
He's all right.
You should see some of the monkeys
I've seen.
And the fathers are taking bows.
Feel better now, Mommy?
- How old is he?
- He'll be a year next Monday.
Monday? We'll throw him a party.
I'll get the mob to bring their kids.
What do you say?
We have to go to the country.
Yes. We don't quite know how long.
It's a date then. I'll get my brother
to let me bring his kids over.
He's got two of the cutest little tricks.
- That's very kind.
- Leave it to Creepsie, Mrs. Charles.
I'll throw you a baby party
you've never seen the like of.
Your father has such lovely friends.
That's all right. Think nothing of it.
Glad to do it.
- How much further is it?
- The house is a little way up the hill.
It's about a mile around to the gates.
Stop the car.
- We'd better not, Mr. Charles.
- Stop the car, I tell you.
All right, you take it.
- What happened?
- You wouldn't believe me if I told you.
Come back here, Asta.
What are you hunting for?
I thought I knew,
but now I'll take anything I can find.
What is it?
Not a thing.
I wish you'd tell me what it's all about.
- What happened to the chauffeur?
- He was scared. Now I am.
Scared of what? I don't see anything.
There isn't anything.
That's what I'm scared of.
- Let's go back to New York.
- We can't. Col. MacFay's expecting us.
Let's go someplace
and get a drink and think it over.
The nearest drink is MacFay's.
Mommy, you're a stubborn woman.
Would you mind opening the gates?
- What do you want?
- We're bringing back Col. MacFay's car.
I see that all right,
but how do I know what you want?
This is the Charles family.
Nick Charles and family.
Anyone can say that.
And suppose you say it to Col. MacFay.
There's a party down here,
he says his name is Charles.
He looks to me like a pool parlor dude.
Okay, if you say so.
All right, go ahead.
Thank you.
Hey, there. Just a minute.
It's all right. We've been announced.
Those are my feet.
What's the idea of the kid?
We have a dog and he was lonesome.
That was the idea, wasn't it, Mommy?
- What is all this about?
- You'll find out.
I'll go with you to see that you arrive safe.
Come in.
and bring in the bags.
I'm Mrs. Bellam, the housekeeper.
We're sorry, we're late,
but we lost your chauffeur.
Bless your heart. That's quite all right.
Think no more about it. Come this way.
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