The Thin Man Page #6

...when I was giving you time to rest|before I questioned you.

What? About the gun?

That never was a gun.|Don't waste time talking about that.

Look here, man to man,|are you working on this case?

- Man to man, I'm not.|- But he's interested.

I'd rather have you working with us|than against us.

- That suits me.|- Then it's a bargain.

Anything you want to know?

- What about the suicide?|- That was a phony.

- The boys didn't even have to go down.|- I thought so.

Now they'll think every thin man|with white hair is Wynant.

- Do you think Wynant did it?|- I don't know.

He planned something.|He closed up his apartment and shop.

- Were you there?|- Yes, but I couldn't find a thing.

I figure it like this.

Wynant went to Julia's apartment|and found Morelli there.

Sees she's two-timing him, there's a fight.|He doesn't do anything because of Morelli.

Lets his lawyer give her money to give|to him so she thinks it's blown over.

Then when she isn't expecting it,|he let's her have it.

- No proof?|- Nothing as yet to cinch it.

- $50 will get you $100 that he didn't do it.|- What do you mean?

For one,|he's too absent-minded to hold a grudge.

- Who's your candidate?|- I haven't got that far.

Not everything points to Wynant.|How about your alibis?

They're all okay. Mrs. Jorgensen,|the boy, Dorothy, MacCaulay, even Morelli.

We had to let him go.

- What about Jorgensen?|- I'll check on that.

- Mrs. Charles, this must be dull for you.|- Dull? I'm sitting on the edge of my chair.

- What about Nunheim?|- He's all right.

We know all about him.|He does some stooling for us occasionally.

Did you know he's been|hanging around Julia?

No.

- He's holding out on you.|- Let's look into that.

Taxi!

This may get a bit rough.|I think you better let us go alone.

Catch me letting you go alone!

Grant's Tomb.

Taxi!

- Who is it?|- John.

Hello, Lieutenant.

Sit down, Nick.

I wasn't expecting you, Lieutenant.|You said you'd phone.

Have a shot?

What's the idea of telling me|you knew the Wolf girl just by sight?

That's all I did, Lieutenant.|That's the God's truth.

Maybe I said hello to her.

"How are you,"|or something when I saw her...

...but that's all I did. That's the truth!

You open your mouth|and I'll pop a tooth out of it.

- Is that so!|- Yeah!

Cut it out!

We didn't come here|to watch you two roughhouse.

She's driving me nuts.|She's been ragging me all day.

Maybe if you'd quit running around|after other women...

...you wouldn't have trouble with this one.

That's a lie.|Anybody that says that is a liar!

Do you want to take a poke at him?

I didn't mean you, mister.

Come on, she can't hear you now.

You know how it is.|A guy knocking around...

You'd have done better|to have told me that in the beginning.

Where were you the afternoon|she was knocked off?

You don't think I was involved!

Where were you?

- Marion!|- Wait a minute!

I don't like crooks.

And if I did, I wouldn't like stool pigeons.

And if I did like stool pigeons,|I still wouldn't like you.

Don't go!

Wait a minute! I'll do anything you say!|I'll behave! Don't go!

Let me go after her.

Let me bring her back, please.|I'll bring her right back.

I'll do anything!|I'll answer anything you want!

Sit down!

We didn't come here to watch|you two dance around the Maypole.

Where were you when the girl was killed?

I don't know. I can't remember!|I can't tell you just offhand.

Maybe I was down|at Charley's shooting pool.

Maybe I was up here, I don't know.

She'd remember!

How'd you like to be in the can|on account of not remembering?

Just give me a minute. I'll remember.

You know I ain't stalling.|I always come clean with you.

Sure, I remember.

I wouldn't blame you|if you'd throw me in the can.

I remember where I was.|That's the afternoon...

Wait a minute, I'll show you.

What do you think of it?

I think we're on the right track.

Who are you phoning?

I'm phoning your office|so they can send out a man to trail him.

- I want to see where he goes.|- Trail him? Trail who?

Nunheim.

Give me that phone.

Bill, pick up Nunheim, tell the boys.|He just left, went down the fire escape.

Cover Grand Central and Penn Station.

Check all airports and steamship terminals.

What's that?|No, have Lefty radio all the cars.

He was dressed|in a black pair of pants, yes.

How should I know if|his underwear's embroidered?

What?

Listen.

They've been questioning me again today,|asking me what more I know...

...where I was that day.

Now, wait a minute, I ducked out on them.

Now, look, if you want me|to play dumb anymore, I want $5,000 more.

$5,000 and I'll blow town today.

Okay. Where?

All right, right away.

Be there, and bring it with you.

Arthur Nunheim, honorary member.

No, not a thing.

Find out about that bullet yet?

Yes, sir, it's the same gun|that killed Julia Wolf.

And how are your folks?

Hello?

How are you?

No, we didn't find a thing. It's your wife.

And, Lieutenant, I've got something.

I've been doing|a little detecting on my own.

That flatfoot I married thinks he's smart,|but I'm just one jump ahead of him.

That's swell, Mrs. Charles.

How did you like Grant's Tomb?

It's lovely. I'm having a copy made for you.

What have you got, baby?

I can't quite hear you.

We'll be right up.

She's up at Mimi's.|Jorgensen's disappeared.

Well!

Chris may be at the club or somewhere.

I can't see that that's important.

You should have told them he disappeared.

But he has nothing to do with it.

That's not for you to decide.|Everybody's under suspicion.

Especially running off like this.

The police will want a description.

- Is this his picture?|- I tell you, he didn't do it.

They'll want more than your word for that.

All right, I'll tell them who did do it.

Mother!

And I'll give them proof.

- Dorry.|- Oh, Tommy!

Please, don't cry.

I can't help it.

You don't know.

You can't go through any more of this.

Get together your clothes and skates.

We'll go to my family.

No, I can't.

But you've got to get your mind off all this.

Darling, you've been so sweet.

There's only one thing|you can do for me: Go.

- Go?|- Go and never see me again.

- What are you talking about?|- Please, you can't get mixed up in this.

Do you think I care about that?

You don't understand.|You don't know what's going to happen.

All I know is that I want you|to marry me right now.

I can't marry you. I can't ever marry you.

Dorothy!

How'd you like to have|a couple of murderers for children?

That'd be fun, wouldn't it?

Perhaps they'll murder each other|and keep it in the family.

Father should have killed Gilbert and me.

Then we wouldn't have this to go through.

You're talking like a crazy person.

Why not? I am crazy, all our family is.

Dorothy, listen to me.|I love you, do you understand that?

I love you.

Tommy, Tommy.

Please go.

Sleuthing isn't much fun after all, is it?

I feel awfully sorry for that girl.

Find anything?

She's ready to talk.

It wouldn't do any harm, though,|to find out where he is.

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