The Thin Man Goes Home Page #7

- I guess I never did flick right.

Stay in the car till I call. You're liable

to get conked on the head. Oh, Mary.

Mary, it's me, Dr. Clayworth.

Hello, Mary. I just wanted to talk

to you for a minute, huh?

Get out of here. Get out.

- Now, now, Mary. Nobody will hurt you.

- I don't want him around here.

Why didn't you tell me

he was with you? Get him out.

- He wants to ask you a few questions.

- I'm not answering any questions.

You leave me alone. Do you hear?

You leave me alone.

I don't want to answer any questions.

Now get out.

I want to talk to you

about Eleanor Morgan.

Eleanor Morgan?

I have a lot of information, Mary.

From Boston.

- You know about Eleanor Morgan?

- Yes.

- Nobody knows about Eleanor Morgan.

- I do, Mary.

- Peter know you were his mother, Mary?

- No.

- But I watched over him best I could.

- Sure you did.

Who do you think killed him?

How should I know?

He fought with somebody at the auto

camp. Gave him a couple of black eyes.

Who was that?

- It was Bill Burns, out at the plant.

- What was the fight about?

- I won't tell you nothing. Get out.

- I'm trying to help you.

No. Nobody's trying to help me.

They're all against me.

I know what they're after.

They're not gonna get it.

I know somebody that will get it for me.

If anybody else comes nosing around,

they'll get something they don't like.

- Now get out!

- Now, all right, Mary.

All right, we're going, we're going.

Holy smoke! Peter Berton's mother?

Well, where does the Eleanor Morgan

come in?

That's the name she used at the hospital

in Boston where he was born.

And later, when she turned him over

to the children's home, she used Berton.

Hiya, Mac. What delayed you?

For a guy who's on his vacation,

you certainly buzz around a lot.

I looked for you, Bruce.

Wanted you to come here.

- Nick couldn't get anything out of her.

- Oh, yeah?

Well, I'll get something out of her.

He got something out of her.

There, okay?

Hello.

How are you?

- Hi, cutie.

- Hi, babe.

- Hello, sister.

- Gentlemen, I...

Say, ain't you in that burlesque show

at the Grand?

There's my uncle. I've gotta go now.

- Goodbye, cutie.

- Goodbye.

Yes, sir?

Let's see now. Where was I going?

Oh, yes. What time's the next train

to New York?

- 10:
14.

- Thank you.

That man who was just here.

- He was asking about a train, wasn't he?

- Yes, ma'am. The 10: 14 to New York.

Give me a cup of coffee

and two aspirins.

Hello, Mr. MacGregor.

I'm so glad you're here.

Always glad to see a member

of the Charles family.

There's a man here.

I want you to arrest him.

- What for?

- Does it have to be for something?

No, no.

You just pick out anybody at all,

and I put him in jail for life.

But this man's gonna leave town.

Look, Mrs. Charles, I had a little

business with your husband a while ago...

...and I got a big headache out of it.

I can't arrest anybody for you unless

they do something to get arrested.

Get that? They've gotta do something.

I think you're being

very technical, Mr. MacGregor.

Make that four aspirin.

I've been looking for you.

Okay, take your time. Take your time.

This is the ball you need, you know.

- What's she doing in here?

- What's the idea?

- I'm sorry.

- Looking for somebody?

Hey, what are you doing in here?

- There she is again.

- We could offer her some assistance.

- Say, what have you got against me?

- Oh, I'm so sorry.

Sorry, lady, but we don't allow

no unescorted females in here.

Isn't that an old-fashioned

point of view?

- I mean, after all, times have changed.

- She's with me, bartender.

Two beers, and hurry it up.

I hope you don't mind

my barging in like this.

That's quite all right.

Poolrooms are so informal.

Well, I wanted to talk to you.

You see...

As a matter of fact,

I've been following you.

- You've been following me?

- Ever since you left the house.

It's silly, I know, but my wife

has got her heart set on a picture.

One you bought

at the Crump Art Shop.

And I'd like to buy

that painting from you.

Painting? Oh, the windmill.

Yes. Personally, I don't like it,

but my wife is keen about it.

- I'm prepared to pay you a good price.

- A good price?

- Say, $500.

- Five hundred dollars!

Why, I only paid $60 for it.

You can't make any money

paying $500 for a $60 painting.

Well, money doesn't matter when it

comes to making the little woman happy.

That's a fine quality

in a husband, Mr...?

Draque, Edgar Draque.

Then it's a deal?

- Well...

- Fine, can I get the painting now?

Well, not now. I'll get it for you later.

I'll bring it to you.

Well, I'd like to get it

as soon as possible.

I'm stopping at

the Sycamore Springs Hotel...

Sycamore Springs Hotel.

That's where they're holding the bazaar.

That's right.

I have to leave town tonight.

And I'd like to get

the painting before I go.

You beast!

This man insulted me!

Break it up in there. Hold it,

you guys! Break it up there!

My, my.

Cut it out, will you? Come on.

Give me the police department, please.

There's no use denying it.

You did have a fight with Peter Berton.

Yeah.

Looks to me as if you got more

than your share.

All I'm asking is,

what was the fight about?

Well, Mr. Charles, it seems to me...

...that's nobody's business

but Berton's and mine.

Now that he's dead...

...it's only mine.

Why didn't you like him?

Well, I like people that are

straightforward and honest.

I want to be able to peg them.

If I can't peg them...

...I don't like them.

I see.

Well, if that's all you're going to ask me,

I think I'll be going along.

The fact that the boy's dead

doesn't seem to have made...

...very much impression on you.

- Why should it?

Death hasn't endowed him

with any new virtues, has it?

Well, that's a little brutal,

but honest.

Do you...?

You know of anyone who might

have had cause to kill him?

The way he was cutting

throats at the plant...

...it might have been a number of people.

- What about you?

Mr. Charles, when you've got anything

on me, you can serve your papers.

But until that time,

I figure my time is my own.

- What did he want?

- Just wanted to ask me a few questions.

Questions about what?

Come on, Asta.

Nicky! Come on, come on.

Don't stand there stargazing.

We've got to hurry.

- Hurry? Where to?

- We're going to a dance.

- He offered me $500 for it.

- Five hundred dollars for a dance?

- It was there under your nose all the time.

- Under my nose?

I had him thrown in jail,

but he might get out.

- Then he'd get the painting.

- Painting?

Sycamore Springs Hotel.

I figured as long

as I had one man arrested...

...I might as well have him

locked up too.

Did you do all this on cider?

I thought you'd be proud of me,

killing two birds with one stone.

- Two birds?

- Yes, they're both in jail.

- Who's the other?

- Brogan.

- Brogan's in jail?

- Yes.

- Oh, Mr. Charles.

- Mr. Charles. Buy mine.

Oh, sure, sure.

I'll split my business up among you.

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