The Thin Man Page #5

Would you mind putting the gun away?

My wife doesn't care,|but I'm a very timid fellow.

You idiot.

Asta, come here.

All right, shoot. I mean...

...what's on your mind?

You don't have to tell me you're tough.|I heard. I'm Joe Morelli.

- I've never heard about you.|- I didn't knock Julia off.

All right, you didn't.

I ain't seen her in three months.|We were washed up.

Why tell me?

I had no reason to hurt her.|She was straight with me.

But that dirty Nunheim got sore with her|because I clicked and he didn't.

And he put the finger on me.

This is all swell, but you're peddling|your fish in the wrong market.

I've got nothing to do with this.

Studsy Burke says you used to be okay,|that's why I'm here.

How is Studsy?|I didn't know he was out of stir.

He's all right, he'd like to see you.|What's the law doing to me?

Do they think I did it|or is it just something else to pin on me?

If I knew I'd tell you.

I don't know anything about it.|Ask the police.

That'd be the smartest thing I ever did.

I put the police captain in a hospital|for three weeks over an argument.

They would like for me to come in.

They'd like it down|to the end of their blackjacks.

I come to you on the level.|Studsy says you are too.

- Why aren't you?|- I am. If I knew anything I'd be...

- What's that?|- I don't know.

That makes this your party.

- Open up! Police!|- Why, you two-timing...

Okay, Bob.

- Give me that bottle.|- What knocked her out?

I did. She was in the line of fire.|Somebody call a doctor.

Here, baby. Sweet.

- Help her up on the bed.|- All right.

Are you all right?

You darn fool.|You didn't have to knock me out.

I knew you'd take him,|but I wanted to see you do it.

There's a girl with hair on her chest.

- Nicky.|- What?

- Are you hurt?|- No, he just grazed me, that's all.

- You are. Somebody get a doctor.|- There's one called already.

- Get into bed. Are you all right?|- Sure, I can't even feel it.

I'll get some towels.

Pretty close.

- Have a shot, will you?|- Here we are. But you'll be okay.

- Tough luck!|- Shut up!

- Here, darling, use this.|- Now, baby, it's only a scratch.

- Do you want a drink?|- What do you think?

How did you people happen to pop in here?

We hear this was getting to be|a meeting place for the Wynant family.

We figured we'd stick around just in case|the old boy himself should show up.

Then we see this bird sneak in,|we decided to come up.

And lucky for you we did.

- Yeah, I might not have been shot.|- You know this monkey?

- That dirty little rat Nunheim...|- Shut up!

- Is he a friend of yours?|- I never saw him before.

What did he want?

He wanted to tell me|that he didn't kill Julia Wolf.

- What's that to you?|- Nothing.

What did he think it was to you?

Ask him.

I'm asking you.

Keep on asking.

- Frisk the dump.|- Not without a warrant.

So you say! Go on, Bob.

Tough?

Now look here, Charles, the both of us|are going about this in the wrong way.

I don't want to get tough with you.|I'm sure you don't want to either.

Just one more question.

Are you willing to swear to a complaint|for this guy plugging you?

That's another one I can't answer now.|Maybe it was an accident.

What's that man doing in my drawers?

Here you are, Lieutenant.

You got a pistol permit?

No.

- Ever heard of the Sullivan Act?|- That's all right. We're married.

- This gun yours?|- No.

- Who's is it?|- I'll have to try to remember.

Okay, we got plenty of time.

I guess I'll have to ask you a lot more|questions than I figured.

We'll come around tomorrow|when you're feeling better.

All right, come on, boys.

Where's Asta?

Come here.

You're a fine watchdog.

He's got more sense than you.

I'm glad you're not on this case.

On it? I'm in it, they think I did it.

Well, didn't you?

I hope you're satisfied.

Where am I?

You're not in a shooting gallery!

But, sugar, this is the nicest|Christmas present I've ever had.

You act as though it were the only|Christmas present you ever had.

Where did you get that wristwatch?

Christmas present.

- Yeah? Who gave it to you?|- You did.

You must admit I've got pretty good taste,|haven't I?

Have you finished with this?

Yes, and I know as much|about the murder as they do.

I'm a hero.|I was shot twice in the "Tribune".

I read where you were shot|five times in the tabloids.

It's not true.|He didn't come anywhere near my tabloids.

Bull's eye!

Who is it? Send him right up.

Who was that?

Mr. MacCaulay.

The Mallorys.|Oh, dear, I forgot all about them.

Aren't you hot in that?

Yes, I'm stifling. But it's so pretty.

The Kirbys.

Is that another Christmas present?

- Did I give it to you?|- Yes.

I'm spoiling you.

Why, Nicky, this is from Clyde Wynant.

He says, "Will you take charge|of investigation on Julia Wolf's murder?

- "Communicate with Herbert MacCaulay."|- Let's see.

- Where's it from?|- Philadelphia. Well, then, he didn't do it.

I don't know.

He wouldn't ask you to handle it|if he were guilty, would he?

Your guess is as good as mine, baby.

Nicky, take the case.

You take it. I'm too busy.

- How do you do?|- Good morning.

I'm afraid this isn't a very|Merry Christmas for you.

- He's all right.|- Good.

- How are you, MacCaulay?|- I'm fine.

- Sit down.|- You're coming along better than me.

- I hope you're not seriously hurt.|- No, just a scratch. I've forgotten it.

- What a delightful toy.|- That's Asta's Christmas present.

I got word from Wynant this morning.

So did we, I mean Sherlock here.

- Darling, will you...|- Pass you your drink? Yes.

Thank you.

What are the chances|of getting you to do what he wants?

Slim.

Well, would it help|if I could persuade him to meet you?

It might.

He gave me a code message|to insert in the "Times"...

...in case I wanted to reach him.

- I don't suppose it would do any harm.|- I've done that already.

He should appear, you know.

It doesn't look well,|his staying away at a time like this.

- Police.|- For me?

Where?

Allentown?

Yes.

When is the next train?

Right. I'll get that.

Wynant's tried to commit suicide.|They want me to go down and identify him.

I guess this changes the whole story,|doesn't it?

That looks like an admission of guilt.|And I had such hopes.

I thought if you got on the case|you could clear him.

I thought that Mimi, the way she acted,|I was sure that...

Oh, well.

There's no use thinking about that now.

I'm sorry to have wasted|so much of your time.

Good-bye. Have a Merry Christmas.

Thank you. Same to you.

- Bye-bye.|- Good-bye.

Asta, is your balloon busted? So is mine.

- What's the matter with you?|- The mystery's all gone.

- I was hoping you'd find out who did it.|- Maybe I will.

- Lf Wynant...|- I don't believe he did it.

- Why don't you?|- No reason, just a hunch.

But I'm going to find out.|I'm tired of being pushed around.

Come on, Dr Watson, let's go places.

- Good morning.|- Good morning.

Excuse me.

Not a nice trick you're trying to pull,|running out like this...

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