Another Thin Man Page #6

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It'd be nice if you'd give us all

the gory details first, though.

- Gory details?

- Yes.

You mean, the dead dog,

and the burning bathhouse?

No, afterwards.

- Nothing happened afterwards.

- But I dreamed...

- Look, you're not tricking me, are you?

- No.

You give me your word

that nothing happened.

- My word.

- He's nuts.

If you listen to him,

he'll have you nuts, too.

You can laugh if you want to.

But I don't laugh at my dreams.

Listen...

I came all the way back from Cuba

after the second one...

to try to make the Colonel see reason,

before it was too late.

Because the third one's

the end on my schedule.

This afternoon I had the third dream.

How does he usually die in these dreams?

He's all battered up. His throat cut.

It's all kind of messy.

Just the sort of death

you'd expect that slob to have.

It'd be funny if it happened that way,

wouldn't it?

No, it's funnier that it didn't. Hey, look.

Are you sure he's all right?

How long ago did you leave him?

Half an hour.

It must have happened after you left.

That's the end of him

as a possible gold mine.

Now, we got to think about you.

- Me?

- Yes.

Why pick on me?

I can introduce you to a lot of rich people.

Don't kid me, Charles.

Your father-in-law was MacFay's partner

back in the days when my foot slipped.

If my father-in-law

had anything to do with this...

I'll give you a check right now.

But I want proof.

There's always the catch in it. Proof.

Nobody but me was putting anything

on paper in those days, Charles.

That's why nobody but me went over.

I knew you were going

to be tough to deal with.

And I can't honestly say

that I've ever dreamed about you...

or about your wife...

or about your baby...

yet.

Stop it, Dum-Dum!

Men are such rowdies.

That's to remind you

not to dream about my family.

Call a cab.

We'll catch the 9:00 train.

- Still headed for Cuba?

- Still Cuba. But I'll be back.

I think as time goes on...

you'll see your way clear

to doing business with me.

You mean,

continue to do business with you.

Come along, Asta.

He doesn't want to play anymore.

- Thanks for not shooting me.

- That would've only made things worse.

There you are. Three for New York.

Now, what'll you have?

Yes, just this minute.

Want me to stop them?

No, that's fine, thanks.

- They've left.

- Thank heaven.

- That's more like it.

- I knew you'd scare him off.

- I wouldn't be too sure it's over.

- What do you mean?

My guess is whatever he meant to do

in the first place, he still means to do.

If I were you, Colonel,

I'd move to New York.

I'm going to stay right here.

Remember, though, that if you stay here,

you're very apt to stay here.

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