Song of the Thin Man Page #3

and I want him to be at his best. Go on.

Asta, you stay out of this.

Come on, Asta.

- Come on.

- Nicky?

Come here.

You see why I'm worried?

He's been ducking his practicing all week.

I think you're going to have to have

a good spanking.

- Spanking?

- Spanking.

- Very well.

- No, I'm his mother. You're his father.

- I wouldn't have it any other way.

- Nick.

Come here, Son.

I regret that I am going to have

to take a certain corrective action.

I think this is the way they do it.

That was very clever of you, Nicky.

As a reward, you'll have no radio

for the rest of the week.

- But, Mom.

- Your mother is absolutely right.

Go to your room.

Did you know about this glove?

- Why, Nora.

- Pardon me, Mrs. Charles.

A Mr. And Mrs. Brant are here to see you.

Mr. And Mrs...

Janet Thayar. She did it.

She told me they were going to elope.

Come on.

The newlyweds.

- Congratulations.

- Hello, Mr. Charles.

- What a surprise.

- Mrs. Charles.

Congratulations, Mr. Brant.

If you go out and come back,

we can throw some rice at you.

We'd throw some old shoes, too,

but we're wearing them.

Please forgive us.

We just flew in from Atlantic City.

- When we read the newspapers...

- The secret's out?

- This calls for a celebration.

- A celebration?

Mr. Charles has been saving his last bottle

of Scotch for just such an occasion.

Nicky, where is that bottle?

It's in my red pajamas, in the left leg.

Sit down.

Bertha, let's have some ice and soda.

Never mind, we have some.

Hope you don't mind drinking this early.

I could use a drink. I'll be celebrating

being elected public enemy number one.

By the Thayars, you mean.

- You found it.

- It was in the right leg.

Mr. Charles,

I think you have this all wrong.

- Have you read the morning paper?

- No.

I haven't gotten to it yet.

But, I do know that...

Phil didn't do it.

I know many people heard him

threaten Drake. That made it look bad...

but he was just trying to scare him a little.

This is why we've come to ask your help.

Phil wouldn't shoot anybody.

I'm sorry.

I'd like to discuss this matter further,

but I'm afraid it'll have to be by telephone.

But, Nick.

Darling, Mr. Brant is wanted by the police.

Our having him here

without notifying them...

makes us accessories after the fact.

And I don't think you'd find

the prison gray very becoming.

I'm sorry we couldn't have a drink.

Perhaps, some other time.

- It's quite all right.

- I don't want to appear inhospitable.

Here, take the bottle with you.

I imagine that shot was meant for me.

- No.

- A fine way to kill a bottle.

- What goes on? What happened?

- Go to your room.

That's the murderer from the paper.

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