The Thin Man Page #8

Guild's hot-footing around now|looking for Wynant.

That's all that troubles him.

What makes you so sure|it was Wynant's body?

Well, several things.

Hello, Fred?

We're hungry again.

And lots of onions.

And coffee.

You're driving me crazy. What things?

What things make you so sure?

Well, take the clothes, for instance.

They were very carefully preserved...

...and the body was|just as carefully destroyed.

Whoever killed him|was counting on one thing...

...that skeletons all look alike.

- Well, they do, don't they?|- Sure.

You won't get another swallow|until you say.

I happened to remember|he had shrapnel in his shin.

It bothered him.|I looked for it and found it. Gimme.

- How long has he been dead?|- Couple of months.

Then he couldn't have|committed those murders.

Smart gal.

Wynant dead. Does Dorothy know?

No, nobody knows but you.

I'm going to tell her.

You can't do that.

She's going crazy.|She'd rather know he was...

I can't help it! I can't tell a soul.

- I haven't even told Guild.|- Why?

I want to lie low until I get the whole dope.

- I'm not going to go off half-cocked.|- What are you going to do?

I'm going to get the murderer.

And I've got an idea.

- Do you want to see me take him?|- Yes.

- Have you a nice evening gown?|- What's that got to do with it?

Have you got a nice evening gown?

Yes, I've got a Lulu. Why?

I'm going to give a party|and invite all the suspects.

The suspects? They won't come.

Yes, they will.

I'll get Guild to issue the invitations.

Who do you think did it?

Mimi.

Mimi?

Mimi, Jorgensen, Morelli, Tanner...

What were you doing|on the night of October 5, 1902?

I was just a gleam in my father's eye.

Now, let's see, you at the head.

And you on my right.

Thank you.

I'll put MacCaulay here,|where he can help me.

There ought to be a lady next to him.|I've got Mimi.

I don't think Mimi likes him.

Then it's Mimi.

Who goes next to me?

Suppose you leave that open.|See what you draw.

Put Dorothy there.

And then Tommy?

No, I'll keep Tommy on this side.|Put Gilbert next.

Nice boy. Who's next to Gilbert?

That bird that shot me.

Morelli? Well, this is going to be good.

I'll put that slick gigolo husband|of Mimi's here.

- Have they found him?|- They found him.

Who goes next to him?

I'm leaving that open.|I've a feeling that he won't come alone.

Where are you going to put Guild?

At the end,|where he can keep an eye on things.

That's the place for him|when the trouble starts.

And the little friend of Nunheim's,|the frying-pan juggler, there.

Nick, are you sure|one of these people is the killer?

Positive.

Nick, I can't stand the suspense.|Which one of them did it?

I wish you'd tell me.

I wish you'd tell me.

- Mr. Charles.|- Yes, Henri?

I'm afraid these men|will interfere with your dinner.

Really?

- How's it going, boys?|- Swell.

How's this?

"Yes, "monsieur"."

Terrible.

That's all right.|Your men'll serve the dinner.

These boys are just here in case.

I think they'll be all right.

Hello, Mrs. Charles.

Hello, Mr. Guild.

Well, I see you're all set.

- Do you think they'll come?|- Most of them are here.

The rest will be here.|Don't worry about that.

My men are picking them up.

- Bring them in, boys.|- You're a great help to a hostess.

I wish I had you at all my dinner parties.

Welcome.

Let go of my arm, you big lug!|Say, what's the idea anyway?

I ain't done, nothing! It's you?

We only wanted you to dine with us.

If you think I'm going to talk, you're crazy.

'Cause I was mixed up with a stool pigeon|don't mean I'm one, too!

Absolutely not.|Will you show the lady a chair?

On your way, sister, on your way.

- Did you find Dorothy?|- She'll be here, don't worry.

What you need is a drink.

I'd think you guys would be tired|of picking me up.

- Pipe down.|- Step this way, kid.

- What's up?|- Come on.

- Outrageous!|- How do you do, Mrs. Jorgensen?

- How dare you send a detective after us.|- We wanted to be sure you'd get here.

I told him we couldn't come.|We have an engagement.

We're going to the theater.

Nicky's putting on a little show of his own.

You must stay.|Please, come and have a cocktail.

- What's the gag?|- You know as much as I do.

- Have a cocktail.|- No, I don't care for any.

- I said, have a cocktail!|- I guess he wants us to have a cocktail.

Hi, MacCaulay.

Take off your hat and coat|and join our festivities.

Why, Tanner, what's this?

They had me in jail last night,|Mr. MacCaulay.

Don't think a thing of it.

Come in. Take off your things.

What is it, Mr. Charles?

I wanted you to be here.|I've got something, I think.

Come in, Tanner.

- Where's Dorothy?|- I don't know.

She was with you. She left this afternoon.

No, she wasn't with me. Here she is now.

We got them.|Picked them up at Penn Station.

Come on in.

- Hello, Nick.|- Dorothy.

- A party?|- Yes.

Celebrating father's third murder?

- They were making a getaway.|- We were doing nothing of the sort.

You can't get away with this.

How right you are.|Take this gentleman's hat and coat.

Music! Much music!

You know, Nick interrupted me|at a very important time of my life.

I was just about to take my first false step.

I'm getting out of here.

No, you stay here.

If I stay,|I know I'm going to take a poke at him.

Then I insist you stay.

Here's Jorgensen.

Why, Chris!

How do you do? I'm Nick Charles.

- Chris, where have you been?|- None of your business.

Chris, I swear it isn't my fault.|I tried to keep you out of this.

Take your hands off him.

Do you hear me?

Chris, what does this mean?

Sorry we were late,|but we had to break down the door.

Chris, how could you?

Come in, make yourselves comfortable.

Just take the gentleman's hat and coat.

Come, friends, and get it.

Tommy, how would you like to be end man?

Mr. Jorgensen, next to Tommy, if you will.

Dorothy, I believe you and Mr. Quinn|are over here.

MacCaulay, here if you will.

Tanner, down there.

Mrs. Jorgensen, next to Mr. Jorgensen.

I'm Mrs. Jorgensen!

Put it over there, sister.|I was Mrs. Jorgensen before you were.

Mimi, you're here.

Waiter, will you remove|the illumination, please?

Ladies and gentlemen, be seated.

Now, my friends,|if I may propose a little toast.

Let us eat, drink and be merry,|for tomorrow, we die.

You give such charming parties,|Mr. Charles.

Thank you, Mrs. Charles.

Perhaps you'll tell us now why we're here.

We're here because|I have some very important news.

What is it?

Just this.

Clyde Wynant did not kill Julia.|He didn't kill Nunheim or anyone.

What are you saying? It's in the papers.

You mean, he didn't kill them?

- What did I tell you?|- Is that why you brought us?

I'd like to believe that.

- I knew they'd try this.|- With money, you can do anything.

Quiet, let him have his say out.

What makes you say that, Nick?

I saw him last night.

- Where, Nick?|- You did?

That's nothing. I saw him myself.

You see? I told you.

- That's a hot one.|- What did I say? It's a frame-up.

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