The Thin Man Page #2

I have a pretty good idea.

What are you going to do?

Stop worrying about your father.|He'll turn up all right.

Yes, but today is Christmas Eve.

He's forgotten.|You know how he forgets everything.

No, he never forgets a promise to me.

I'm worried.|I know something's happened to him.

What could happen to him, darling?|Will you stop worrying?

You see, the important thing is the rhythm.

You should always have rhythm|in your shaking.

A Manhattan you shake to a fox trot.

A Bronx to a two-step time.

A dry martini you always shake to waltzes.

- What is it?|- Just a minute.

Now mind you,|there's a still more modern trend...

Let me have that. Thank you.

Certain people have...

- Hello, there.|- Hello.

Another glass. How are you?

You know, we do know each other.

Of course.|We've known each other for years.

- Aren't you Nick Charles?|- Yes.

You don't remember me.|I'm Dorothy Wynant.

- Not that scrawny, little bit of...|- Yes.

How did you ever remember me?

You used to fascinate me,|a real live detective.

You told me the most wonderful stories.|Were they true?

Probably not.

Tommy, this is Nick Charles.

- Hi.|- How do you do?

- Have another glass.|- He once worked on a case for my father.

Yeah, some nut wanted to kill him.|How is your father?

That's what I came to ask you.|He's disappeared.

Don't say that, darling.|He's just away somewhere working.

I can't find him. I've tried everything.|I thought you might know.

I know nothing.|I've been in California for four years.

What about his lawyer?|A bird by the name of...

- MacCaulay?|- Herbert MacCaulay.

- I've tried him once.|- Why don't you try him again?

Here's a nickel.

Thank you. I'll be right back.

You know, she's got me worrying, too.

You mustn't worry about him.|Mind you, he's a great guy, but screwy.

Madam, I'm very sorry, but no dogs.

- You cannot take your dog in there.|- I'm not taking him, he's taking me.

- Are you hurt, madam?|- No.

Women and children first, boys.

What is the score, anyway?

- So it's you he was after!|- Hello, sugar.

He's dragged me|into every gin mill on the block.

- I had him out this morning.|- I thought so.

- This is Tommy, my wife.|- How do you do?

I don't usually look like this.|I've been Christmas shopping.

- I'm afraid we shall take the dog out.|- It's all right, Joe. It's my dog.

And my wife.

You might have mentioned me|first on the billing.

- He's well-trained, he'll behave himself.|- It might bite somebody.

No, he's all right. Look. Lie down!

Stand up!

- Any luck?|- Yes, he's just around the corner.

- Your father?|- No, MacCaulay.

I'm just going to go see him.

My wife, this is Dorothy Wynant.

I'm sorry we have to rush.

We're staying at the Normandie.|Drop around and see us.

We'd love to. Thank you. Good-bye.

Sit down, sugar.

- Leo.|- Yes, sir?

Two cocktails.

Pretty girl.

- Yes. She's a very nice type.|- You've got types?

Only you, darling.|Lanky brunettes with wicked jaws.

Compliments for this evening.

Who is she?

Darling, I was hoping|I wouldn't have to answer that.

Come on.

Dorothy is really my daughter.

You see, it was spring in Venice,|and I was so young...

...I didn't know what I was doing.

We're all like that on my father's side.

- By the way, how is your father's side?|- It's much better, and yours?

How many drinks have you had?

This will make six martinis.

Will you bring me five more martinis...

...and line them right up here?|- Yes, ma'am.

What hit me?

The last martini.

- How about a little pick-me-up?|- No.

I can't lie here.

I've got to get up and trim|that darn Christmas tree.

What's the idea of pushing me?

Who's that?

Probably Santa Claus.

- How are you?|- Hello, MacCaulay. Come in.

Dorothy told me you were here.|I was going to telephone, but...

That's all right. Sit down, won't you?

- What are you drinking?|- Nothing, thanks.

That's a mistake.

I wanted to see you. What's Mimi up to?

Dorothy's mother.

- Does she have to be up to something?|- She usually is.

Trying one way or another|to get money out of Wynant.

I wanted to find out|if you were sleuthing for her.

- I haven't been a detective for four years.|- Is that so?

My wife's father died|and left her a narrow gauge railway...

...and a lumber mill and...

Several other things.|I'm taking care of them.

Say, what's the fuss about? Is he in hiding?

You know as much about it as I do.|I haven't seen him in three months.

No word at all?

He sends word through his secretary,|Julia Wolf, when he wants money.

I give it to her and she gives it to him.

That's still on?

Excuse me.

Hello?

Just a minute.

For you.

Is there a Mr. MacCaulay in the house?

Pardon me.

Yes? Just a moment.

My wife.

- How do you do?|- How do you do?

What were you saying?

He is? Well, where is he now?

Very well.

Excuse us.

He's back in town. Wynant.

Yes. He's waiting for me now.

Forgive me, Mrs. Charles,|but I've been so upset.

You know,|it's no joke working for a man like that...

Well, I guess I'd better be off.

- Good-bye.|- Good-bye.

Good-bye.

- Merry Christmas.|- Same to you.

The next person that says|Merry Christmas to me, I'll kill him!

I'm going to telephone that poor child.

At least she'll be glad to know|that he's alive.

Asta.

Hello?

How are you?

I'm Mrs. Jorgensen now.

Dorothy? No, she isn't here.|Is it something about her father?

Perhaps I can take the message.

Here she is now.

Hello.

I just wanted to relieve your mind.

He's alive and he's all right.

Thank goodness!

- What is it? Has he found him?|- Do you know where he's living?

At least I'm glad he's all right.

Thank you for calling. Good-bye.

- What is it? What is it?|- Nothing.

That's not true. It's about your father.|Where is he?

- He's all right, isn't that enough?|- No.

You want money|you haven't any right to any more.

- You got a big settlement.|- That's gone long ago. I've got to find him!

Where is he?

I won't have you hounding him|for more money!

- I can tell you.|- You were listening on the extension again!

Of course. What's an extension for?

That's right, Gilbert.|Tell Mother. What did he say?

Father's in town.|He's been seeing Julia right along.

- That woman!|- She can tell you.

You couldn't. You wouldn't go to her.

I didn't say I would,|but we've got to have money.

Did it ever occur to you|that Chris might work?

Now you've hurt his feelings.

You know, you have an Oedipus complex|and you won't admit it.

- Please, Gilbert.|- Your trouble is you won't face facts.

I know I have a mother fixation,|but it's slight.

- It hasn't yet reached the point of where...|- Stop it, Gilbert!

Don't mind what she says, Chris.

How can I help but mind?

I'm constantly humiliated|because I haven't money.

- I'll get some.|- You've said that for weeks.

Why don't you see Julia?|She handles his money.

All right.

- I couldn't go near that woman.|- I said all right.

- What are you going to do?|- Just what I said I'd do!

- You wouldn't do that.|- Wouldn't I? Just watch me.

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