The Thin Man Goes Home Page #11

He was a patient of mine...

A patient?

- Is that right, Draque?

- That's right.

Is it true?

He's never been sick a day

since I've known him.

Thank you.

Draque gave you a chance

to pick up some important money.

And you talked that bumble-brained

Berton kid into carrying out the scheme.

When the news got out I was here

on a mysterious investigation...

...Berton got into a panic. Decided to

come to me, make a clean breast of it.

That would have cooked your goose.

When Berton left you and came here...

...you rushed to your brother's room,

grabbed his rifle...

...and as Berton reached us,

you shot him.

- You're a liar.

- No, you're the liar, Bruce.

You lied about your association

with Draque...

...about being downstairs

when Berton was shot.

You knew Crazy Mary was dead.

You switched bullets at Berton's autopsy.

I told you, I did that to protect Tom.

Miss Ronson, where was Tom

the night that Peter was murdered?

He was in Boston.

I phoned him that night.

So you weren't protecting Tom,

you were protecting yourself.

Any other answers, Bruce?

Yeah, I've got one more.

You were always the smart boy, Nick.

You knew all the answers.

You caught the big fish.

You beat me at everything.

It'll be different this time. It's gonna

be a tie. You've got me, but I've got you.

- You haven't the nerve to pull the trigger.

- Haven't I?

- No.

- Get him, gentlemen!

- Drop it, Bruce!

- Let me alone!

- Drop it or I'll...

- Take your hands off me.

I forgot to tell you. Brogan removed

the firing pin from that gun.

- No, you can't beat me again.

- Get him out, men.

Let me at him.

You can't beat me again!

Mr. Charles.

I've been wanting to do this

ever since you got here.

May I have your autograph?

It's for my mother in Walla Walla.

Gee, thanks!

That was wonderful, Nick.

Great work, my boy.

Well!

Why, Nicky. I do believe

you've popped a button!

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