The Thin Man Page #2

Don't worry. You won't see him again.

Tell me,|did you change your mind about going?

No, I just came back for a second.

I want to get those bonds.

Bonds?

What bonds?

The government bonds.|The ones you took from the office safe.

Oh, yes.

You told me to sell those a long time ago.

I'd never tell you to sell those.|I bought those for my daughter.

- Don't you remember?|- See here, Julia...

...you're counting too much|on my absent-mindedness.

You've been taking|here and there for some time...

...without my saying anything about it.

But this is $50,000.

Do you realize you're accusing me...

No one else had|the combination of that safe.

You took them.|What did you do with them?

What if I did?

I'm tired of seeing you hand out|thousands of dollars to your family.

That's my business.

Supporting a gang of loafers|that don't care a darn about you.

A wife that kicked you out|the first time you slipped.

None of them would help you.|And I've given my whole life to you.

If you kicked off tomorrow,|where would I be? Out in the gutter.

Certainly I took them.|Who has a better right?

I want them now,|or I'll hand you over to the police.

Go ahead!

They'll be pretty rough with you,|with your record.

That's a fine thing to say to me|after what I've been to you.

Hello, give me...

Well?

All right, I'll give it to you.

$25,000, that's all I've got.

- You'll return every cent.|- I can't! I haven't got it!

- What about the rest?|- I never had it.

Then there was someone in with you.|Who was it?

I'll answer that.

You don't need to tell me.

I have a pretty good idea.

What are you going to do?

Stop worrying about your father.|He'll turn up all right.

Yes, but today is Christmas Eve.

He's forgotten.|You know how he forgets everything.

No, he never forgets a promise to me.

I'm worried.|I know something's happened to him.

What could happen to him, darling?|Will you stop worrying?

You see, the important thing is the rhythm.

You should always have rhythm|in your shaking.

A Manhattan you shake to a fox trot.

A Bronx to a two-step time.

A dry martini you always shake to waltzes.

- What is it?|- Just a minute.

Now mind you,|there's a still more modern trend...

Let me have that. Thank you.

Certain people have...

- Hello, there.|- Hello.

Another glass. How are you?

You know, we do know each other.

Of course.|We've known each other for years.

- Aren't you Nick Charles?|- Yes.

You don't remember me.|I'm Dorothy Wynant.

- Not that scrawny, little bit of...|- Yes.

How did you ever remember me?

You used to fascinate me,|a real live detective.

You told me the most wonderful stories.|Were they true?

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