The Thin Man Page #7

You know, you're wrong|about all of your children being murderers.

I studied the Mendelian Law|of Inheritance...

...and their experiments with sweet peas.

According to their findings,|and they're pretty conclusive...

...only one out of four of your children|will be a murderer.

Now, the thing for you to do|would be to just have three children.

No, that might not work.|The first one might be the bad one.

I'll have to look that up.

You needn't bother looking that up.

I'm not going to get married,|and I'm not having any children.

From now on, I'm just out for the ride.

I took it from her hand.|It was Mr. Wynant's watch chain.

I wanted to protect him.

Well, I guess that cinches it, eh, Charles?

He killed them both,|the Wolf girl and Nunheim.

$50 will still get you $100.

That's enough for me.

Extra!

murder evidence!

I wish they'd stop that.|It gives me the fidgets.

I wonder if they'll find him?|He must be in New York.

Where do you think you're going?

- I'm taking Asta for a walk.|- He's just been for a walk.

We're going sightseeing, aren't we?

What's that?

That's known in burgling circles|as a flashlight.

Nick, what are you up to?

What is this?

- Looks like a hold up.|- What are you going to do?

I'm going down to Wynant's shop|to find out why it's closed.

Why wouldn't he close it? He went away.

He went away when I knew him,|but never closed his shop.

I got a hunch.

You think he's hiding there?

I don't know, but this is giving me the itch.

- I'm going to find out.|- Nick, I won't have you going down there.

It was you that got me into this.

I know, but this is different.|He's a crazy man. He might kill you.

He won't kill me.|I've got Asta to protect me.

All right, go ahead. Go on, see if I care.

It's a dirty trick, bringing me to New York,|just to make a widow of me.

- You wouldn't be a widow long.|- You bet I wouldn't.

- Not with all your money.|- Fool.

Well, any port in a storm.

Good-bye, sugar.

Nicky!

Take care of yourself.

Sure I will.

Don't say it like that.|Say it as if you meant it.

- I do believe the little woman cares.|- I don't care.

It's just that I'm used to you, that's all.

If you let anything happen to him,|you'll never wag that tail again.

You sure this is|where you wanted to come?

Yes.

You don't want me to wait, do you?

Certainly. You're not afraid, are you?

No, I guess not.

All right, Asta.

Asta.

Come on, Asta.

Asta?

Asta, you're not a terrier,|you're a police dog.

Back, Asta. No, no.

Asta, get away from there. Come on.

Come on.

Hello, Lt. Guild, please.

Hello, John?

This is Nick Charles.|I'm up in Wynant's shop.

Well, I've found something.

It's a body.

Stick 'em up.

Turn around.

Now, don't make a move,|or that dog will tear you to shreds.

All right, you can come out now.|He won't hurt you.

Up to your old tricks, Tanner?

You're Mr. Charles, aren't you?

- Yes, how did you get in here?|- I have a key.

I use to work here|till they closed up the shop.

You worked here?

Yes, Julia Wolf got me a job here|as bookkeeper.

Well, that's a hot one. Bookkeeper.

Where did you learn bookkeeping?

That last time you sent me up?|I learned bookkeeping in Sing Sing.

I figured it would be|an in for me somewhere.

Somewhere they might|leave the safe open?

Honest, I never touched that safe.

Them bonds that was missing,|Julia Wolf took them.

Trying to put it off on her?

Mr. Charles, she did.

That's why he got sore at her and killed her.

Listen, Mr. Charles,|can I take my hands down?

Okay.

I did do a bit of chiseling.

I come to bring the money back|and fix up the books.

Easy.

It's all right, Mr. Charles,|it's just a pocketbook.

I didn't want them to find out|and come after me.

Save that. Tell it to the police.

Police?

- Move over, will you?|- Haven't you got that yet?

You wouldn't know anything about this?

No, sir.

Take him down to Central.|I'll talk to him later.

Wonder what Wynant had against this one.

Quicklime.

Mind if I look these over?

No, go ahead.|Just rolled them up and threw them in.

Lucky thing for us|these weren't entirely eaten up.

Extraordinarily lucky.

No identification.

He must have weighed 250 pounds,|if he weighed an ounce.

Here's something.

Rubber-tipped. Must have been lame.

Who wouldn't be,|carrying all that weight around?

I should say he stood about 5' 11 ",|wouldn't you, Doc?

About.

"D.W.R."

"R."

Say, that case you worked on,|that man who threatened to kill Wynant...

What was his name?

Rosebreen.

Say, could this be the man?

I never saw him.|I don't think anybody ever saw him.

He threatened to kill Wynant|for an invention he stole, wasn't that it?

Yes, but we figured that was blackmail.

Just the same, he wouldn't mind|getting him out of the way, would he?

Doc, how long would you say|this body has been here?

Can't say offhand,|at least a couple of months.

Couple of months?

That's just when Wynant closed the shop.

That's an open book.

Wynant killed this guy|and planted him here.

Julia knew about it, so he killed her.

And Nunheim caught him at that,|so he bumped him off.

Boys, I guess we'll be going along.|Nick, you did a swell job.

You wouldn't mind|paying me that $100 now, would you?

Wait until you catch Wynant.

I'll get him, all right.

You can bring that stuff all out in the car.

- You'll run it through the fluoroscope?|- Yes.

- Do you mind if I come down and see it?|- Not at all.

I'm very interested in that body.

Step right over here, Mr. Charles.

There's the bullet he was killed with, see?

What's that?

Just an old piece of shrapnel.

Shrapnel?

Maybe he was in the war.

That would account for|his cane and his limp.

Yes.

Hey, doggie, come on.|Look down at the floor.

Come, look down at the body.

Mrs. Charles, this way.

- Get that out of here!|- Just a moment.

Mrs. Charles, this way, one family group.

It'll be lovely for the woman's page.

- Have the police any idea where Wynant is?|- No.

- Do you think they'll find him?

I know they will.

- Got anything else to say about the case?|- No.

What about this Rosebreen?

Sorry, I don't know anything about it.

Can't you tell us anything about the case?

Yes, it's putting me|way behind in my drinking.

Let's get this in. Thanks, Nick.

What's your next step, Nick?

Right back to California.

We've got to rest up from this vacation.

We'll see you before you go.

- Bye-bye.|- Good-bye, boys.

Back to California?

My soul, woman, I give you three murders,|and you're still not satisfied.

- Well, if you insist.|- Well, I don't insist.

No, I wanted you to stay here|and find Wynant.

- I did find him.|- What do you mean?

- He was down in his shop.|- Nick!

That was his body that was down there.

You'd better lay off that liquor.

That's a fact.

Wynant's body?

Yes.

Don't you want something to eat?

Everybody thought it was Rosebreen.

That's what they think,|Guild and the rest of them.

They just take it for granted that|it's another one of Wynant's victims.

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