The Thin Man Page #3

Get me Miss Wolf|at the Clarkson Apartments.

Hello? Miss Wolf?

This is Mrs. Jorgensen...

- "I wonder if I may see you?"|- Yes, of course.

Thank you.

- Miss Wolf's apartment, please.|- 9A.

Who's calling, please?

Never mind, Miss Wolf is expecting me.

Quick! Send somebody up here right away!

Something terrible has happened!

- Julia Wolf, 145 West 55th Street.|- That's me!

Here you are.

- What is it?|- Woman murdered.

Where you been?

- Out making money.|- Let's see it.

I haven't got it yet...

...but I'll get it.

Hello, Morelli.

Hi, Studsy.

Didn't you know Julia Wolf?

Yeah. Why?

Somebody just bumped her off.

I thought maybe you'd like to know.

- Yes?|- "Telephone", "Mr. MacCaulay."

- Who is it?|- "The police."

Hello?

Murdered?

Yes, I'll be right over.

- What are you gonna tell them?|- I'll tell them everything!

- You don't think Mr. Wynant...|- I don't think anything...

...but I heard a fight in there a while ago.

- All right, girls.|- Yes, sir. Come on.

When did you last|give her money for Wynant?

Yesterday. I gave her $1,000.

- Seen any signs of that?|- No.

Perhaps it was robbery.

With that sparkler on her finger,|and $30 in her purse?

Looks to me like Wynant came to collect|and ran into trouble.

They haven't seen him downstairs|in three months.

There's a lot they don't see around here.

- You haven't heard from him?|- I said he hadn't written me.

- Then you've heard from him.|- Well...

- What?|- He phoned today.

- He did?|- My secretary took the message.

- He said for me to meet him at the Plaza.|- When?

- About 3:
00.|- Did you go?

Yes, but he didn't show up.

His house and shop are closed,|and he ain't at any hotel.

So, you seen your duty and you did it, huh?

Are you going to stop at that?

No, sir.

I know he'll turn up|when he sees this in the papers.

You can't think he did it.|He's not the kind of man...

Do you know why they fought|that night he ran away?

I didn't know they had a fight.

Thanks.

We'll call you when we need you.

- Can I go?|- Yeah, go ahead.

Mr. Guild? Come here.

Here's something very interesting.

There she was lying on the floor, dead.

Police say she was killed|10 minutes before I got there.

I thought you weren't going there.

- You said...|- Never mind.

Did they find any clues?|Gun, fingerprints or anything?

- Not a thing.|- Was there much blood?

- Don't be so horrible!|- She got just what she deserved.

- Did you kill her?|- Gilbert!

Why not? You had a good motive.

I hope you won't say that|when the police get here.

- You said they'd finished with you.|- Just for the present.

I've got my alibi, I was at the library.|Where were you?

Children, I'd like to speak to Chris.|Will you go into the next room?

I'll go.

I'll be in my room.

- Is Mrs. Jorgensen in?|- Yes, come right in.

Mrs. Jorgenson,|there are a few points I'd like to clear up.

- Yes, won't you sit down?|- Thank you.

You were in the room with the body|from the time it was found until we came?

Why, yes.

Did you...

Did you see anything in her hand?

No.

Are you sure that at no time|you left the room for a moment...

...that a maid or bellboy hadn't slipped in|and been alone with the body?

I don't think so.

You see, I was so upset,|I hardly knew what I was doing.

The medical examiner seems to think...

...that the body had been touched.

That someone had forced open|the girl's hand after she'd been killed.

Moreover, we found that she had|in her possession $1,000 the night before.

I'm sorry I can't help you.

That's quite all right.

We'll be going along.

- Thank you.|- Good-bye.

Good-bye.

Could I see the body?|I've never seen a dead body.

Why do you want to?

I'm studying psychopathic criminology|and I have a theory.

Perhaps this was the work|of a sadist or a paranoiac.

If I saw it, I might be able to tell.

Yeah, that's a good idea.

But don't you bother to come down.|We'll bring the body right up to you!

What have you got there?

None of your business.

- You took that money from her hand.|- I didn't.

Then what are you hiding?

A piece of evidence|worth a great deal more than that.

- Hand it over to the police.|- I will not.

- Very well, then, I will.|- I don't think you will.

It's your father's.

I don't believe you. You're lying!

There!

Now, will you believe me?

After all, I can look at it pretty good,|can't I?

Ammunition?

- Come on, stock up.|- No. Let this one ride.

- You better, hard times may get you.|- Who are these amazing people?

Just a lot of old friends.|Romans, countrymen, what do you say?

It's like old times. Remember the fun|we had when we were broke?

- Don't I?|- Those were the good old days.

Don't kid yourself.|These are the good old days.

I think your wife is great!

Thanks, I wanted you to see her,|and I wanted her to see you.

Like to buy a piece of this pug?|I'll sell you 25 percent of him for $5,000.

- Is he good?|- He's knocking them cold lately.

Ain't afraid of nobody.|Put that down or I'll slug you.

I'll take a large piece of him.

- Having a good time?|- Swell.

Here's that man again.

Ammunition?

Highballs and cocktails.|The long and short of it.

Lots of fun. Any proser should be punished.

"For tomorrow may bring sorrow

"So tonight let us be gay"

More cocktails?

Thank you very much.

I certainly think your husband's great.

I'm glad somebody does.

- Have a cocktail?|- Thanks. Nick Charles here?

- You're his wife?|- Yes. Hey, Nick.

Nice guy. Sent me up the river once.|Hi, Nick.

Hello, Face.

- Long time, no see.|- Long time.

- I needed the rest.|- Was he a good detective?

I wouldn't know.|The time he caught me was an accident.

- I led with my right.|- Come on, shed the "chapeau".

Divest yourself of raiment|and join the Yuletide revelers.

Hey, revelers.

I want you to know Face Peppler.|All you got to do is find out who they are.

Don't bother to announce anyone.|Just send them all up.

It's all right. They're all his friends.

Here's the latest on the Wolf murder.

was once a gangster's girl.

They're now looking for him.

"Wynant", "her employer", "is still missing."

Can't you fellows ever think|of anything but business?

Good case for you, Nick.

Haven't you heard the news?|I'm a gentleman now.

Nick, reporters.

- Salutations, boys.|- You're just the man I want to see.

- I'm from the "American"...|- The "Mirror".

We want a statement.|We hear you're on the Wolf case.

- I know nothing about it.|- Give us a break, will you?

Listen, I never try to kid reporters.|I'm telling you the truth.

Then why are you in town?

My wife's on a bender.|I'm trying to sober her up.

Waiter, drinks, please.

Into the kitchen, son,|and thaw out some ice.

Grandma, what large glasses you have.

- Is he working on a case?|- Yes.

- What case?|- A case of scotch. Pitch in and help him.

- I've got to order some food.|- Isn't it a waste of energy?

That sounds like an interesting case.|Why don't you take it?

I haven't time.

I'm too busy seeing you don't lose|the money I married you for.

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