After the Thin Man

Nickie!

What are you doing?

Just practicing, dear.

Will you have a little slice of throat?

You'd better hurry, we're getting

into San Francisco in five minutes.

Asta, my best Sunday-go-to-meeting hat!

Darling, don't you want to pack these?

How they can expect a woman

to still have any mystery left for a man...

after living in a place like this

for three days, I don't know.

You don't need mystery. You've got

something better and more alluring.

- What?

- Me.

You!

It's all right, we're married.

Darling, you've got to pack.

Yes, that's right. Pack. I must pack.

Are you packing, dear?

Yes, darling,

I'm just putting away this liquor.

If you break that, they can sue you.

Oh, baby, you know,

I'm going to miss this little room of ours.

- It's left some lasting impressions on me.

- Dear, will you pack this?

Yes, delighted.

- You know, I sort of hate to leave this.

- Don't leave anything.

Well, are you gonna wear this dress, dear?

- No, you can put that in.

- That's fine.

- Hey, is Nick Charles in this car?

- Two cars back.

Hello, Nick.

How long till you're detecting again?

That's what we want to know.

I'm through detecting for

the rest of my natural life.

Will you keep on

with your detective work?

I've retired.

I'll take care of my wife's money

so I'll have something in my old age.

You said you'd retired,

but you took that Thin Man case.

That was a beaut.

They're still talking about it.

Smile for the news, Nick.

Dig us up another Thin Man,

will you, Nick?

That was a great case.

You'd take a case like that,

wouldn't you, Nick?

I only took that to please my wife,

she wanted excitement.

I guess she had it.

It was wonderful!

Two men tried to kill him.

But he's not going to take any more cases.

You can print that.

That's my darling.

Can you get a big story

like that for us Nick?

How could I?

Welcome home, Mrs. Charles.

- Hello, Harold.

- Hiya, Nick.

Hiya, Harold. I'm glad to see you.

So long, Nick. See you around.

- Excuse me, lady.

- Hello, Fingers.

- Well, Nick, how are you?

- How's business?

I quit that racket.

- Nick, look, my purse is gone.

- Darling, isn't that too bad.

- Nora, I want you to know Fingers.

- How do you do?

- This is my wife.

- Your wife?

- I didn't know you were married.

- Yes, I'm married.

Nick, what'll I do? I know I had it.

Don't worry, darling.

It'll turn up, won't it, Fingers?

- Well, I certainly hope so.

- Yeah.

Nick, am I tickled to death to see you.

Good old Nick, and married, too.

- I didn't know you were married.

- Oh, yes.

I'm glad I bumped into you.

- Goodbye, Mrs. Charles.

- Goodbye.

Goodbye, Fingers.

- Come on, dear.

- But, darling, I can't just go off...

We don't want to embarrass him.

- What're you talking about?

- He's a purse snatcher.

- Think of his feelings.

- Then he must have taken it.

- So long, Fingers.

- So long, Nick.

Here you are, dear.

Dear, you do know the nicest people.

- Hello, Nick.

- Hello, Bill!

You can start delivering again.

No, the big kegs.

- Hello, Nick. Where you been?

- Hello. How are you, boys?

- Where have you been?

- Have I been away all my life.

- Have you seen The Kid?

- No, where is he?

- He's staging a comeback Friday night.

- Yeah?

Hey, Screwy. Here's Nick Charles.

- Hello, Mr. Charles.

- How are you? Glad to see you.

- Hello, Nick.

- Hi, Kid. How's it going?

Never better! Say, now I know I can't lose.

You coming to see me fight?

Mrs. Charles would never think

of missing your fight.

Mrs. Charles? Did you ever see me fight?

You got a treat, then.

I'm gonna cut that guy up in ribbons.

- Lf he's not bleeding in the first round...

- You'll have him bleeding? Yeah!

Excuse me, Mrs. Charles.

If my legs will only hold out,

I'll kill the guy, I'll knock...

Attaboy, Bump. You'll get him, sure.

Give it to him hot, eh?

- Sure.

- Okay, Harold.

- Hello, Nora!

- Hello.

Who is that?

You wouldn't know them, darling.

They're respectable.

Isn't it lovely? Home.

So peaceful, so quiet.

If anybody wakes me up for a week,

I'm going to have the law on them!

New Year's Eve at home. Or would

you know that this is New Year's?

- I know.

- I suppose you got ideas, huh?

- Very definite ideas.

- I was afraid so.

I'm going to lock the door, plug the bell,

cut the telephone...

and crawl into bed for a month.

Nora, you're my favorite woman!

Here. I'm going to be in bed at midnight,

so Happy New Year.

Happy New Year!

Here. Come in. Give me your hat and coat.

Make yourself at home.

It's our house, all right.

Let's go in. That man said it was all right.

- The bar is right in here. Help yourself.

- Thanks.

- Okay!

- What's the celebration?

We're giving a surprise party

for Nick and Nora.

- Nick and Nora?

- Don't you know Nick and Nora?

- No.

- Neither do I.

But that's not going to spoil my fun.

It's New Year's, so what's the odds?

- Go on in. Fake it. It's a cinch.

- Thanks.

Go on in and get some of that

Napoleon Brandy before it's all gone.

Let's get it together,

this is supposed to be a surprise party.

- Well, I'm acting surprised.

- Look at that. Not bad, eh?

- Oh, no, not at all.

- How're you doing?

- Anyone wise to you yet?

- No.

- What did I tell you?

- May I have this dance?

If I was in a fire on the third floor,

would you save me?

- It's too late for you to be saved.

- I mean it. How would you do it?

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