Shadow of the Thin Man

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Well, now who's holding up the caravan?

Now who's holding up the caravan?

Asta, fall in.

My gosh, we'll never get

this roadwork done.

Hey, Nick, how about

taking the chain off?

Yes. Have you disappear

like you did yesterday?

What's your mother going to think?

Look, I tell you what.

Let's sit down, huh? You're tired.

I'm not tired. You're tired.

Look, if you'll fall off the roadwork,

I'll read you a new fairy tale.

- Oh, no. I've heard all those, Nick.

- No, no. This is a brand-new one.

This is one you've never heard before.

Okay, Asta?

Okay, Nick. You're on.

All right, now, you fellas hop right up

here on the bench.

- Here, you be leash holder.

- All right.

Now, hold on to your bench...

...because this one's gonna be a wow.

Now...

Once upon a time, there was a horse.

There were hundreds of horses.

White ones, black ones, brown ones...

...beautiful horses.

And how they could run.

Mrs. Charles. Mrs. Charles!

Yes, Stella?

- Baby's lunch is waiting, ma'am.

- Oh, of course.

They should have been back

10 minutes ago.

But you know how men are.

They like to stay out late...

...to show their independence.

- They sure do.

I'll see if they're still in the park.

I see them.

They're sitting on a bench.

- You mean, Mr. Charles is sitting down?

- So is Nicky.

You mean, they ain't walking at all?

The boss must've done some tall

conniving before that baby let him squat.

They're such great pals. He's getting

more like his father every day.

He sure is. This morning he

was playing with a corkscrew.

The darling. He's reading

the baby fairy tales.

"Foxy Gent, who stops in the stretch..."

- hasn't a chance to win,

but he's liable to come in first...

...in case he forgets to quit.

Nick, why don't you just put down

the book and read the racing form.

Nicholas, you know, you're getting

more like your mother every day.

All right. Son of a Gun is 40-1.

Nicky, something tells me that something

important is happening somewhere.

And I think we should be there.

He's up on his feet!

He's heading this way!

Ma'am, did he hear that,

or did he smell it?

- That's Mr. Charles, isn't it?

- Yes'm.

- This is a cocktail, isn't it?

- Yes'm.

They'll get together.

Yes'm.

Must be tele... Telescope...

In the old days, they put a lamp

in the window.

Stella, the lost patrol has returned,

finally.

Well, Mommy, we had to get Jack

down off the beanstalk.

- Hi there.

- Mommy!

Hello, darling.

- Did you have a good time?

- Yes.

- Did Daddy read you a story?

- Yes.

Tell Mommy the story.

Son of a Gun is 40-1.

Don't you think we should have a rug

over there to cover that bare spot?

Someday, when you're president...

...you're going to be able to say,

"My daddy was a tout."

You'd better hurry up with your lunch.

Your baked potato's waiting.

Come on, Long Shot.

Swing it, sugar. I've got a sleeper

in the first...

...and I don't wanna miss it.

It's a honey.

I'll be with you in two shakes

of a cocktail.

Cocktail? Cocktail.

I think I'll try one of those things.

Estrellita!

Estrelli...

Yes, sir. Here it is.

What do you know?

Must be telepathy.

Doggone! That's the word

I was looking for.

A gorgeous gal, a cocktail, seven

winners this afternoon. Am I in a rut.

Seven winners. Let's see if you can

pick one winner for me right now.

What, a dress?

Sugar, winners are what I pick

nothing else than.

Of course, there you are, right there.

That's my favorite.

Oh, Nicky, that's a nightgown.

- It's still my favorite.

- Mr. Charles!

Here it is. That telescope

is working regular now.

And not a moment too soon.

Oh, give me the road

The wide country highway

Oh, give me a gal who 's going my way

Oh, give me the road

The wide open spaces

And give me a wife who 's going... places

That's very touching, dear,

but I wish you wouldn't drive so fast.

I don 't tell you how to run the house

Oh, give me a hole

I'm just a mouse

Well, what's new?

Thank goodness neither of us

was driving.

We don't know a thing about it.

I know, I know.

You were just hurrying downtown

to cash a relief check.

Officer, that's a very funny line.

You mean, it was, five years ago.

Your license, please.

I realize that you're the guardian

of our safety...

...but this was

an extenuating circumstance.

Now, now, just open up your license.

Come on, open it up. Wider. Wider.

Now, don't worry.

This isn't going to hurt a bit.

Dear, if you went to the dentist

when you should...

...he wouldn't have to follow you

around on a motorcycle.

March 23rd.

Nick...

Charles.

Nick...? Nick Charles, the detective?

Say, Mr. Charles,

this sure is a pleasure!

I should have recognized you,

seen your pictures in the papers.

I follow all your cases.

We still talk about the Thin Man job

and the Landis case.

- Yeah?

- Why, it's the slickest detective work...

...in 50 years. Nick Charles. The last time

I read about you, Mr. Charles...

...you was in New York, you was.

- I were? I was?

Yes, you was. Say, Nick,

you working on a new case?

- Well...

- You can tell me, Nick.

What kind of a job you on this time?

I'm trying to fix a speeding ticket.

Well, you could do it if anyone could.

What's the address?

We're staying at the St. Cloud Hotel.

St. Cloud Hotel. Say, isn't this

a great day to get out of the city?

- Yeah.

- Especially in an open car.

When you go 80 miles an hour

in this job, I bet you don't even feel it.

He's feeling it now, aren't you, Nicky?

Boy, oh, boy. Wait till I tell the family

I met Nick Charles and Mrs. Charles.

This is Mrs. Charles, ain't it?

Well, that's the way we check in

at the motels.

No one will get a word out of me, Nick.

It's okay, honey.

Just sign it, Nick.

I made a carbon copy for the kids.

They save autographs.

I'm flattered.

Where you heading, Nick? The track?

Yes. But we'd just as soon sit here

and talk.

No, that'd make you late.

To show you how the force feels

about you, I'll escort you to the track.

Oh, boy, wait till the gang hears

about this.

Follow me, Nick. I'll get you there!

Now what?

Scads of police cars and motorcycles.

And I see an ambulance too.

Keep an eye on that.

It may come in handy.

Well, not bad. Get second money.

You almost got insurance money.

What's happening? Looks like a riot.

Maybe somebody hit the daily double.

Hi, Nick. How are you, pal?

What do you know?

If it ain't Nick Charles.

Hiya, Nick, it's good to see you!

How've you been, Nick?

Nick, how'd you get here so soon?

We only got the flash

a couple minutes ago.

- We were swept into it.

- Don't let us keep you, boys.

- There's no hurry, Nick. We were...

- So there's no hurry, there isn't, huh?

- Lieutenant Abrams.

- Hello, lieutenant.

You flannel-headed playboys!

There's been a murder.

You're on the scene of the crime,

and you're here jawing.

Get to work before I hand out a flock

of suspensions! Come on, shake it!

Hello, Nick. Hello, Mrs. Charles.

What's the good word?

Did I hear something said

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