Another Thin Man

Come on.

Hey, wait for baby.

Nora: Come in.

Nora® butterfield 8-4-5-9-7.

- Where'll we put these, lady? - Put that there.

- And put that there. Man 1: Yes, ma'am.

- And put that here. - Yes, sir.

A-a-ah. Nah, don't be rude. You'll get yours.

Nora: Mrs. merrick, please.

- Is the baby alright? - Yes, ma'am, he's asleep.

Would you mind waiting until the new nurse comes?

Yes, ma'am. Nick: Ah...

Don't forget to remember to,

uh, drop in often.

It's always a pleasure, Mr. Charles.

Here's another of those "call long island operator number 15."

Don't you think you ought to call?

Certainly not. She knows better than that.

I told her I was bringing the wife along this time.

I don't know why I always take it for granted

that you're kidding.

Oh, hello, darling.

We just got in a little while ago. Ah, just a moment.

Will you bring up a passkey for that connecting door?

Man 1: Yes, ma'am. - Thank you.

Oh, we had a lovely trip. Nick was sober in Kansas City.

That's a very bitter woman.

Tonight? Oh, we'd love to.

I haven't been to a night club in a... hello?

I'm sorry, Mrs. Charles, but it's long island again

and they insist on cutting in. Yes, I'll tell her.

Go ahead, long island.

Hello? Hello, Nora?

This is colonel macfay.

Uh, well, don't you ever pay any attention to your messages?

Oh. Well, how are you? And how's the famous detective?

Oh! Quit, has he?

Well, I should have thought with all the publicity he got

over the last two cases...

Oh. I see. Uh...

Well, listen, young lady, I've sent my car in for you.

Uh, the weekend?

Uh, I don't think, uh...

Uh, we just got off a train.

And, uh, there's the baby, you know?

Mm, hold on. = I'm afraid...

It's a trap.

He just wants to get me down there

to go over that yearly statement.

It isn't about business, is it, colonel macfay?

Oh.

Told you.

Well, can't it wait till you come to town?

No, no, no. I... I... I'm not coming to town. No.

No, I, I'm just staying close to the house for a while.

You've got to come to me this time.

Well, that's not much to ask.

Very well, we'll come.

Mm...

Well, after all, we've never been down there.

It'll be nice in the country. A quiet weekend.

Good air for the baby and...

I think they have a pool.

Yeah. I'll see a lot of that pool.

I'll be up to my ears

in financial statements, business forecasts.

Well, you have to do it sometime, he can't do anything

without you.

Mommy, you shouldn't try to figure out

a highly technical problem like that.

You'll strain yourself.

You see?

Hi-ho. Seems like man's work's never done.

Nora: Come in.

Uh, beg your pardon, ma'am.

Uh, I... I'm colonel macfay's chauffeur.

- Oh, yes. - Uh...

I thought I might help with your luggage.

As you wish.

Come in.

I'm from Ms. Sherwood's agency.

Oh, yes. Miss, uh...

Dorothy. Dorothy waters. These are my references.

Ms. Sherwood spoke to you?

- About salary? - Yes, Mrs. Charles.

If you'll excuse me for saying so, Mrs. Charles,

it takes nearly two hours to get out to colonel macfay's.

- It does? - It's getting rather late.

- We oughta hurry. - Yes.

We have to go to long island,

so I'll phone the agency later.

If you don't mind. = oh. No, indeed.

The baby's awake now, Mrs. Charles.

I wonder... oh, dear.

Come in!

Are you the party that wanted the passkey?

Party? I'm more like a riot.

Uh, the bedroom, the connecting door.

Sorry, ma'am. We'll have to hurry.

Shall I take the baby? = or shall 1?

Oh. Boy!

Boy, this is going to be a cinch.

Heaven help honest folk in a hotel like this.

Nick! Well, I'm a monkey's uncle.

I didn't know this was your apartment.

Hiya, creeps. = gee.

- I'm glad to see you, Nick. - Yeah?

Yeah, even if it did cost me one of the prettiest jobs

I ever lined up for myself.

You know, I've been trying to get my hands

on those keys for the last two weeks.

Well, that's that.

Creeps: How have you been? - Nickie, we must hurry.

How are you, Mrs. Charles? I didn't recognize you.

How are you? = oh, I'm fine.

Uh, mommy, this is, uh, creeps binder. Remember?

- Creeps? - Creeps! Creeps!

You remember. Nick sent me up the river.

Oh. Oh, it's nice you don't feel bad about it.

Well, why should I? Gee... It took a genius to outsmart me.

- Uh, wanna touch me? - Really, creeps.

You shouldn't run him down like that.

Oh, no, Mrs. Charles. = oh.

Nickie's doing something.

Well, I guess I won't need this anymore.

- Oh, do you mind? - No. Make yourself at home.

Nora: What's the matter? What's the matter?

What have you got?

Asta's bone.

You shouldn't leave it around. You're older than he is.

You ought to know better.

Creeps: Gee, a baby.

- Yes. Yeah. - Is it yours?

- Yes. - Yes.

Well, what do you know.

- I... is ita boy? - Certainly.

Hey. Ki-chi-kitch.

- What is it here? - Say hello to Mr. binder.

- Can he talk? - A few words.

Well, I ought to rate one of 'em, eh?

- How about it? Come on, see. - Say hello.

Eh? Nick: What's the matter?

I was just trying to think who he looks like.

- Anyone I know? - Yeah. I got it.

It's the missus. Hey.

Hey, why didn't you tell me you had a kid?

Well, you know...

Oh, now, you don't have to feel that way about him.

He's alright.

You should see some of the monkeys I seen.

And the fathers are taking bows.

Feel better now, mommy?

Creeps: How old is he? - He'll be a year next Monday.

Monday?

We'll throw him a party, I'll get the mob

to bring their kids over and we'll throw him a party.

What do you say? = well, uh...

Uh, we have to go to the country.

Yes. =I...

We don't quite know how long.

It's a date then.

I'll get my brother to let me bring his kids over.

He's got two of the cutest little tricks.

Well, that's very kind.

Creeps: Now leave it to creepsie, Mrs. Charles.

I'll throw you a baby party you never seen the like of.

Well, goochie-goochie-goo.

Your father has such lovely friends.

Oh, that's alright. Think nothing of it.

Glad to do it.

How much further is it? = well...

The house is a little ways up the hill

to the left, it's about a mile

around to the gates.

- Hey! Stop the car. - We'd better not, Mr. Charles.

- Stop the car, I tell you. - Alright, you take it.

Nora: What happened?

You wouldn't believe me if I told you.

Come back here, asta.

Nora: What are you hunting for?

I thought I knew, but now I'll take anything I can find.

- What is it? - Not a thing.

I wish you'd tell me what it's all about.

What happened to the chauffeur?

He was scared. Now I am.

Scared of what? I don't see anything.

There isn't anything. That's what I'm scared of.

Mommy, let's go back to New York.

We can't do that. Colonel macfay's expecting us.

Well, then let's go someplace

and get a drink and think it over.

Uh, well, the nearest drink is macfay's.

Mommy, you're a stubborn woman.

Hey.

Would you, uh, mind opening the gates?

What do you want?

We're bringing back colonel macfay's car.

I see that, alright, but how do I know what you want?

Uh, this is the Charles family.

Nick: Nick Charles and family.