The Thin Man Page #4

Room service, please.|Sounds like a good case.

Girl mysteriously murdered.|Nobody knows who did it.

They haven't found any clues.|No gun, no fingerprints.

I'll bet you dollars to dog biscuits|that they never thought of...

I don't want to hear anything about it.

Is that my drink over there?

- What are you drinking?|- Rye.

Yes, that's yours.

Send me up a flock of sandwiches.

I'd like to telephone my mother|and wish her a Merry Christmas.

- Why don't you?|- I haven't got any nickels.

Forget the nickels, there you are.|Go ahead.

Thank you.

Have a hunker?

- I'll have two hunkers.|- Attaboy.

Hello, give me long distance.|I want to talk to San Francisco.

Nick, I've got to see you. Alone.

Hello there, Beautiful.

- Come on, I'll take you.|- Look what's come to our party.

Let's cross the ice|and get away from the wolves.

- Who's the brunette?|- I used to bounce her on my knee.

Which knee? Can I touch it?

Well, baby, what's on your mind, if any?

- You heard about Julia Wolf?|- Yeah.

There! Nick, you're hurting me.

Of course. That's what I intend to do.

- Are you trying to tell me you did it?|- Yes, I killed her.

Sit down.

I hated her for coming between|my mother and father.

She kept me from seeing my father.

I went down there to ask her where he was,|and she wouldn't tell me, so I shot her.

- How many times?|- Once or twice.

- Where did you hit her?|- I hit her in the heart.

- What did she do?|- She fell over.

- Did she scream?|- Yes.

Which way did she fall?

She fell over backwards.

Who are you trying to protect?|Now wait a minute.

She was shot four times, fell on her face...

...she couldn't have screamed,|because she was killed instantly.

- Who do you think did it?|- I don't know.

- Where did you get this?|- In a pawnshop.

- Is that another lie?|- No, Nick, that's the truth.

Oh, I'm sorry.

- Don't be silly. Take this drink.|- No, thank you.

- Want to powder your nose?|- Make her take that.

- Where did you get that?|- She brought it in.

- Tried to make me believe she did it.|- What will you do with it?

Nothing, until I find out if it's the gun|Julia Wolf was killed with.

Keep her here and keep the reporters away.|They may believe her.

Isn't that Dorothy Wynant?

Yes. Wait a minute.|She doesn't know anything about it.

- And you said you weren't on the case.|- I'm not.

- Hello, Ma!|- Here, give me that, will you?

- Hey, San Francisco.|- Get off the wire, I want to talk business.

Operator, give me Drydock 4-8000.

Don't do that. Don't tell your paper|I'm working on anything, because I'm not.

He's just working on that little girl.

- Welcome to...|- Oh, Nick.

I want to talk to you|about something very important.

- I know, it's a convention. Come in.|- No.

- Got your roller skates on?|- What?

Let's get rolling.

I'll take you right...

No, here, let's, if you don't mind...

Just step in here.

Well...

I'm sorry,|it's the only place we can be alone.

Won't you sit down.

Hello, Mr. Wynant.

- Come in and have a drink.|- I don't drink.

Clyde Wynant is absolutely crazy|to stay away at a time like this.

No wonder the police think he's involved.

- What do you think?|- I know he isn't.

But I want awfully to see him.|I want to tell him something important.

And MacCaulay won't help a bit.

He thinks I just want money.

Don't you?

You're always teasing.

- I beg your pardon.|- We're just chatting.

Nick, you will help me find Clyde,|won't you?

There are 1,000 detectives in New York.|Why not hire one of them?

But he knows you.|All you need do is get in touch with him.

Tell him Mimi says everything is all right,|but that I've got to see him.

Again, I don't want any part of it.|Now, you take Dorothy home...

- Is she here?|- Yes, she's in there with my wife.

What did you tell them?

- Wait a minute.|- Be quiet.

- Too bad you didn't bring your whip.|- She didn't tell us a thing.

I was so excited.|I didn't realize what I was doing.

Come on, Dorothy, let's go home.

She doesn't have to.

You can stay, we'd love to have you.

That's sweet of you. No, thanks, I'll go.

- Where's Gilbert?|- Gilbert? Is he here?

I might as well be living in a lobby.

There's a physiological|and psychological angle...

...in my dad's relationship with Julia|that were overlooked.

I think it settles the whole question.|You see, my father was a sexagenarian.

- He was?|- Yes, he admitted it.

A sexagenarian?|But we can't put that in the paper.

- Why not?|- You know how they are. Sex?

- Just say he was 60 years old.|- Is that what that means?

Of course.

Hey, that's my hat!

Come and get it, while it's hot.

Come on, give us a break.

- You owe me after that.|- I swear I don't know anything about it.

Telephone, Nicky.

Oh, I thought it was the door.

Mr. Charles?|I'd like to lay a proposition before you.

I can't discuss it over the telephone...

...but if you'll give me|a half-hour of your time...

It's about Julia Wolf.

Hello?

What is it?

Some guy trying to sell me insurance.

- Where's Miss Wynant?|- She's gone.

- Which way did she go?|- Out the back door.

- You mean the little brunette?|- Yes.

I'm sorry.

Thanks, I'm engaged for this one.

Face, no, don't do that.

I want to talk to Ma.

So you think you're a fighter?

So what?

So listen, worm.

Oh, Nicky, I love you.

Because you know such lovely people.

What?

- Are you asleep?|- Yes.

Good, I want to talk to you.

That's jolly.

Wouldn't you like to do a little detecting|once in a while just for fun?

- Can't you get to sleep?|- No.

Maybe if you took a drink it would help.

No, thanks.

Maybe it would help if I took it.

Everybody says you're a grand detective.

They were kidding you.

I'd like to see you work.

In the morning,|I'll get you some detective stories.

I know, but that girl's in a tough spot.

There's nothing I can do to help her.

She thinks you can.|It wouldn't hurt you to try.

Darling, my guess is...

...that Wynant killed Julia|and Dorothy knows about it.

The police will catch him|without any help from me.

I think I would like that drink.

My darling...

I'll give you your Christmas present now,|if you'll give me mine.

- At breakfast.|- It's Christmas now.

Breakfast.

What will you give me?|I hope I don't like it.

You'll have to keep them anyway.

Because the man at the aquarium|said that he wouldn't take them back.

Did you hear a knock?

Yes.

Well, it might be something important.

I'm sure it is.

- Is Mr. Charles here?|- Yes.

I got to talk to him, that's all, but I must.

All right, come in.|You wait here, I'll tell him you're here.

- What in the name of...|- Someone to see you, dear.

That's good.|I was afraid I'd have to go to sleep.

Get out of bed. Let me straighten up.|You're worse than an infant.

Funny, those blankets must be cockeyed.

Right, Asta?

There.

You've got the funniest look|I ever saw in my life.

Hurry up, that man's waiting for you.

I want you to tell me something,|and give it to me straight. Get me?

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