The Thin Man Page #3

Probably not.

Tommy, this is Nick Charles.

- Hi.|- How do you do?

- Have another glass.|- He once worked on a case for my father.

Yeah, some nut wanted to kill him.|How is your father?

That's what I came to ask you.|He's disappeared.

Don't say that, darling.|He's just away somewhere working.

I can't find him. I've tried everything.|I thought you might know.

I know nothing.|I've been in California for four years.

What about his lawyer?|A bird by the name of...

- MacCaulay?|- Herbert MacCaulay.

- I've tried him once.|- Why don't you try him again?

Here's a nickel.

Thank you. I'll be right back.

You know, she's got me worrying, too.

You mustn't worry about him.|Mind you, he's a great guy, but screwy.

Madam, I'm very sorry, but no dogs.

- You cannot take your dog in there.|- I'm not taking him, he's taking me.

- Are you hurt, madam?|- No.

Women and children first, boys.

What is the score, anyway?

- So it's you he was after!|- Hello, sugar.

He's dragged me|into every gin mill on the block.

- I had him out this morning.|- I thought so.

- This is Tommy, my wife.|- How do you do?

I don't usually look like this.|I've been Christmas shopping.

- I'm afraid we shall take the dog out.|- It's all right, Joe. It's my dog.

And my wife.

You might have mentioned me|first on the billing.

- He's well-trained, he'll behave himself.|- It might bite somebody.

No, he's all right. Look. Lie down!

Stand up!

- Any luck?|- Yes, he's just around the corner.

- Your father?|- No, MacCaulay.

I'm just going to go see him.

My wife, this is Dorothy Wynant.

I'm sorry we have to rush.

We're staying at the Normandie.|Drop around and see us.

We'd love to. Thank you. Good-bye.

Sit down, sugar.

- Leo.|- Yes, sir?

Two cocktails.

Pretty girl.

- Yes. She's a very nice type.|- You've got types?

Only you, darling.|Lanky brunettes with wicked jaws.

Compliments for this evening.

Who is she?

Darling, I was hoping|I wouldn't have to answer that.

Come on.

Dorothy is really my daughter.

You see, it was spring in Venice,|and I was so young...

...I didn't know what I was doing.

We're all like that on my father's side.

- By the way, how is your father's side?|- It's much better, and yours?

How many drinks have you had?

This will make six martinis.

Will you bring me five more martinis...

...and line them right up here?|- Yes, ma'am.

What hit me?

The last martini.

- How about a little pick-me-up?|- No.

I can't lie here.

I've got to get up and trim|that darn Christmas tree.

What's the idea of pushing me?

Who's that?

Probably Santa Claus.

- How are you?|- Hello, MacCaulay. Come in.

Dorothy told me you were here.|I was going to telephone, but...

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