Shadow of the Thin Man

Well, now who's holding up the caravan?

Now who's holding up the caravan?

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My gosh, we'll never get this roadwork done.

Hey, Nick, how about taking the chain off?

Have you disappear like you did yesterday?

What's your mother going to think? Look, I tell you what.

Uh, let's, let's sit down, huh? You're tired.

Oh, I'm not tired. You're tired.

Look, if you'll fall off the roadwork,

I'll read you a new fairy tale.

Oh, no. I've heard all those, Nick.

No, no, no. This is a brand-new one.

This is one you've never heard before. I promise.

Okay, Nick. You're on.

Alright, now, you fellas hop right up

- here, you be leash holder. - Alright.

Now, hold on to your bench...

'Cause this one's gonna be a wow.

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Uh, uh, once upon a time,

uh, there was a horse.

In fact, there were hundreds of horses.

White ones, black ones, brown ones.

Beautiful horses, and how they could run.

Ch, of course.

Well, they should have been back ten minutes ago.

But you know how men are.

They like to stay out late

they sure do.

Nora: I'll see if they're still in the park.

I see them. They're sitting on a bench.

You mean, Mr. Charles is sitting down?

So is Nicky.

You mean, they ain't walking at all?

Unh-unh. Mm, mm, mm.

The boss must've done some tall conniving.

They're such great pals.

He's getting more like his father every day.

He sure is. This morning he was playing with a corkscrew.

The darling. He's reading the baby fairy tales.

"Foxy gent, who stops in the stretch..."

0h, uh, hasn't a chance to win,

but he's liable to come in first

in case he forgets to quit.

Nick, why don't you just put down the book

and read the racing form.

Nicholas, you know, you're getting

more like your mother every day.

Nicky, you know, something tells me that

something important is happening somewhere.

He's up on his feet!

Ma'am, did he hear that, or did he smell it?

- That's Mr. Charles, isn't it? - Yes'm.

- This is a cocktail, isn't it? - Yes'm.

Telescope...

Uh, tele... oh...

In the old days, they put a lamp in the window.

Stella, the lost patrol has returned, finally.

Well, mommy, we had to get Jack down off the beanstalk.

- Hi, there. - Mommy!

- Did you have a good time? - Yes.

- Did daddy read you a story? - Yes.

Tell mommy the story.

Uh, don't you think we should have a rug

over there to cover that bare spot?

Someday, when you're president of the United States

you're going to be able to say, "my daddy was a tout."

You'd better hurry up with your lunch.

Come on, long shot.

I've got a sleeper in the first,

but I don't wanna miss it, it's a honey.

I'll be with you in two shakes of a cocktail.

I think I'll try one of those things.

Yes, sir. Here it is.

What do you know? Must be telepathy.

Doggone! That's the word I was looking for.

Oh-oh, a gorgeous gal,

a cocktail, seven winners this afternoon.

Let's see if you can pick one winner for me right now.

Winners are what I pick nothing else than.

Of course, there you are, right there.

That's my favorite.

- It's still my favorite. - Stella: Mr. Charles!

Here it is. That telescope is working regular now.

J' oh, give me the road I

j' the wide country highway j“

j' oh, give me a gal who's going my way j'

j' oh, give me the road the wide open spaces j'

I and give me a wife who's a-going places I

that's very touching, clear, but I wish

you wouldn't drive so fast.

J' I don't tell you how to run the house I

j' oh, give me a hole I'm just a mouse! J'j'

Thank goodness neither of us was driving.

We don't know a thing about it.

Man 1: I know, I know.

You were just hurrying downtown to cash a relief check.

Officer, that's a very funny line.

You mean, it was, five years ago.

Your license, please.

Of course, officer, I realize that you're the guardian

of our safety, but, uh, this was an extenuating circumsta...

Now, now, now just open up your license.

- Uh... - Come on, open it up.

Now don't worry. This isn't going to hurt a bit.

You see, dear, if you went to the dentist

when you should he wouldn't have to follow you

around on a motorcycle.

- Nick... - Charles.

Nick? Nick Charles, the detective?

Say, Mr. Charles,

this sure is a pleasure!

Seen your pictures in the papers.

I follow all your cases.

We still talk about the thin man job and the land is case.

Why, it's the slickest detective work in 50 years.

The last time I read about you, Mr. Charles

you was in New York, you was.

Yes, you was. Say, Nick, you working on a new case?

- Well... - You can tell me, Nick.

What kind of a job you on this time?

I'm trying to fix a speeding ticket.

Well, you could do it if anyone could. What's the address?

We're staying at the St. cloud hotel.

Say, isn't this a great day to get out of the city?

- Yeah. - Especially in an open car.

When you go 80 miles an hour in this job,

I bet you don't even feel it.

He's feeling it now, aren't you, Nicky?

Man 1: Boy, oh, boy, wait till I tell the family

I met Nick Charles and Mrs. Charles.

This is Mrs. Charles, ain't it?

Well, that's the way we check in at the motels.

No one will get a word out of me, Nick. It's okay, honey.

Just sign it, Nick.

I made a carbon copy for the kids.

- They save autographs. - I'm flattered.

Where you heading, Nick? The track?

Yes. But we'd just as soon sit here and talk.

No, that'd make you late, to show you how the force

feels about you, Nick, I'll escort you to the track myself.

Oh, boy, wait till the gang hears about this.

Follow me, Nick. I'll get you there!

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Scads of police cars and motorcycles.

Wait. And I see an ambulance, too.

Keep an eye on that. It may come in handy.

Well, not bad. Get second money.

You almost got insurance money.

What's happening? Looks like a riot.

Maybe somebody hit the daily double.

Hi, Nick. How are you, pal?

Well, what do you know? If it ain't Nick Charles.

Hiya, Nick, it's good to see you!

- How've you been, Nick? - Hiya, Nick.

Nick, how'd you get here so soon?

We only got the flash a couple of minutes ago.

- We were swept into it. - Don't let us keep you, boys.

Oh, there's no hurry, Nick. We were...

So there's no hurry there, isn1, huh?

- Oh, lieutenant Abrams. - Hello, lieutenant.

Why, you flannel-headed playboys! There's been a murder.

You're on the scene of the crime,

and you're stand here jawing.

Get to work before I hand out a flock of suspensions!

Hello, Nick. Hello, Mrs. Charles.

But you said a man was murdered.

Don't worry. He won't get away.

You know I haven't seen you and Nick in ages.

- What happened? - You know that jockey, goldez?

The one caught throwing the fourth race yesterday?

- Mm-hm. - He was shot.

My, they're strict at this track.

Oh, I don't think the track officials

shot this one, do you, lieutenant?

He was undoubtedly bumped off to keep him from talking.

- Hm. - Sounds exciting. Who did it?

Person or persons unknown did the job,

and it's my job to see that they don't stay unknown.

Well, so long, Nick. Goodbye, Mrs. Charles.

I gotta see a man about a murder.

With luck, we oughta be out of here by the last race.

Uh-oh, there go my seven winners.

The body's back in the shower, lieutenant. This way.

Alright, one side. Heads up.

Coroner, here's lieutenant Abrams.

Oh, nice of you to come over, lieutenant.

The da thought you'd better be in on this.

Probably be laid in your lap anyway.

Okay, okay. What's the score?

Death was instantaneous from a bullet wound

penetrating the left eye and then the brain.

A .38-caliber bullet, or maybe a little bigger.

I'll get it for you later.

Hey, here, doc, would the angle of fire be okay

if the shot was fired from that window?

Mind your own business, Clarke.

Not you and your paper.

Okay, a couple of you guys get out there