Shadow of the Thin Man Page #3

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Well...

- Too late to get tickets now, dear.

- Nick, you can have my press pass.

Oh, thanks, Paul.

Saboteur. Well, you see?

Yes, Nick, I think I do.

Well, it was a good idea while we had it.

Nora, if you ever get tired of wrestling,

lend him to us, will you?

What will I wear for the wrestling?

The little girl

has never wrestled before.

They're wearing tights this season, dear.

Yeah, tights. You know.

Joe! Joe!

Oh, excuse me, lady.

Gee, that's a screwy-looking hat.

Hey, Joe!

Two, please.

Tickets for Paul Clarke.

Yes, sir.

Nick Charles, alias Paul Clarke, huh?

Hello, Macy.

Yes, Clarke's letting us use

his tickets tonight. All right with you?

Sure. I didn't know you were

a friend of Clarke's.

Oh, bosom pals. He's a smart reporter.

Is he? I never read his stuff.

You should. It's fellas like you that

help him write it. Thank you.

- Nick Charles, glad to see you.

- Oh, Mr. Stephens.

You're gonna see

some great wrestling tonight.

How do you know?

You at the rehearsal?

My mistake. Sorry, dear.

That's one of the babies

Sculley wanted me to tackle.

Which one? The man

or the fur-bearing animal?

That's right.

Study the case from all angles.

- Hello, Whitey.

- Hello, Link.

- How do you do, Miss Porter?

- How do you do?

Link, I wanna see you

about something important.

Sure. Always glad to talk to the press.

Drop up to the office later, Whitey.

Link and I got something

to talk over first.

Honey, you wouldn't mind sitting alone

for a while.

Darling, of course not.

May I see you to your seat, Miss Porter?

Big crowd tonight.

You needn't bother.

Thank you, Mr. Barrow.

It'll be a pleasure.

Whitey, I haven't seen the papers.

What's new on the jockey?

Police got any leads?

No, they don't know any more

about it than you do, Fred.

I think it was sweet of Paul to let us have

his tickets after you turned him down.

Hot dogs! A pound of meat

and a loaf of bread for a dime.

Hot dogs! A pound of meat

and a loaf of...

Well, I'll turn in every cent I collect

if it ain't old Nick Charles.

Hiya, Nicky boy.

Hiya, Meatballs. Honey, meet

an old pal, Meatballs Murphy.

I'm charmed.

- The girlfriend, Nicky?

- No, the wife.

Well, what do you know!

Here you are, baby, a wedding present.

I wouldn't take a dime

if it was offered to me.

Well, I don't know what to say,

Mr. Meatballs. You're too kind.

Not at all. Not at all.

Hot dogs! Last call!

Positively none sold during the contest.

It's gonna be a great fight tonight.

Got the 5000, Miss Porter?

No, not yet.

Whitey, I'm afraid to ask Link.

That's rich.

You, afraid to ask for dough.

I gave you until tonight.

Now I'll see Stephens.

- He'll be glad to hear my story.

- Whitey, listen to me, please.

Make it fast. My time's valuable.

Link would never give me that much.

Why, you've got him eating out

of your hand.

You know, I'm a softy myself

when it comes to women.

Forget about the money.

I'll take this instead.

No, you don't. Link would find out.

Not unless you tell him.

And you won't.

Just say you lost it.

Presenting the Irish Thrush at 365...

...Mike Michael!

Presenting the Hindu champion...

...at 333...

...Gunga Dean!

Hiya, Nick.

Hiya, Spider.

Where you been?

I ain't seen you around.

- I've been around. Where you been?

- I ain't been around.

No? In stir?

I was a victim of circumstances.

The DA framed me, not knowing I

was guilty. Ain't that a coincidence?

Yeah.

Spider, I want you to meet

Mrs. Charles.

Dear, this is Spider Webb.

- You're Nick's wife.

- Yeah, ain't that a coincidence?

Baby, meet Mr. And Mrs. Charles.

Folks, meet Lana.

Any friend of Spider's

is a friend of mine.

Baby, you've arrived.

- Says who?

- Says me.

You're nuts.

What are you talking about?

Sit down! Sit down!

Sit down! Sit down!

You wanna fight? Get in the ring!

Hey, look at the screwy hat

on the dame.

Enjoying the wrestling, dear?

- Are they there?

- Yes, Benny. What kept you so late?

Too many cops. They got nothing

on me, see? But I don't like them.

Any dirt about the jock?

The one that got drilled?

- I only know what I read in the papers.

- Yeah? Well, that ain't much.

I'll tell Mr. Stephens.

- Yeah?

- Rainbow Benny's here.

Send him in.

So you got here at last.

What's loose?

What's the matter?

Something gone screwy?

Pull yourself together, Benny.

Oh, sure, sure, Fred. I'm all right.

It's been a heavy day.

- How heavy?

- Fifty G's, no less.

And spread from the pine-clad hills

of Bangor to the Golden Gate...

...with stopovers

at Pittsburgh, Chicago...

- Let's see the list.

- Sure, sure.

Yeah?

Tell him to wait.

Get in the other room.

- You don't seem glad to see me, kid.

- Mr. Stephens said you were to wait.

Okay.

Oh, let me by.

What's going on here?

Come in.

You don't have to stand for any guff

while you're working for me.

Thank you, Mr. Stephens.

Here's the figures on tonight's sales.

- Thanks.

- Good night.

Good night.

What's on your mind?

I don't like dead jockeys, Link.

That's what's on my mind.

What's it to us what you like?

It's like this. I've done the best

I could for you up till now.

I've whitewashed you plenty

in all the papers.

So now you're losing your nerve?

Too bad.

But it's getting hot around here.

I need a change of air.

I suppose you need carfare?

Would 500 help you out?

I'm not going for a weekend, Link.

This is for good.

I need 10,000.

Why, that's cheap enough

for all the fixing I've done.

That's a lot of dough, Whitey.

More than I've got on me.

Just stick around downstairs.

We'll see you later.

- Yeah, later, Whitey.

- Okay. Thanks. Thanks a lot.

Looks like we could use

a new whitewasher.

Yeah. Suits me.

Say, boss. On the level,

is Whitey taking a powder?

Is he leaving right away?

Suppose he is. Will you miss him?

I hope to kiss a pig, I will.

He owes me dough.

Eight G's. Eight. Eight G's.

And he never said a word

to me about leaving.

You can't trust nobody, fellas.

- Molly, darling.

- Hello, Paul.

Darling. You sounded worried, though.

I've been anxious

ever since you phoned.

I've gotta get action right away.

Have you read the papers?

They'll stop at nothing.

That's why I'm frightened, for you.

I can't get the goods on those crooks.

Tonight I asked Nick Charles

if he'd help. He turned me down.

Well, you can't blame him.

- Waited on, sir?

- Give me some tea.

Yes, sir.

Help yourself until payday.

No longer, mind you.

Paul, what are you doing?

Paul, you mustn't!

I'm going to search that office right now,

tonight. I made up my mind.

Those racketeer bosses of yours

will be somewhere down in the arena.

- They must keep records somewhere.

- But what would happen if we're caught?

If we're caught, did you say?

What kind of a heel do you

think you're going to marry?

Sit tight. Have a drink.

I'll be back in a jiffy.

I can't let you do that.

Mr. Stephens' desk is locked.

- I haven't got a key to that.

- I'll find a way. Now, take it easy.

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