Another Thin Man

I hate these schemes
where all the pieces have to fit together.

- Too many things can go wrong.
- We can't miss.

I wish you'd dream up some way
to get that Nick Charles out of there.

I don't trust him.
He looks like a guy with insomnia to me.

I don't like him around,
but I don't see how he can gum our game.

It was airtight without him,
it'll be airtight with him.

Don't let this goog bother you.
Plenty of winners have had them.

Hello, Smitty.
- Busy?
- No.

No, never too busy to see a friend.
Come on in.

- What do you know?
- Nothing much.

- Why, hello, Church.
- Hiya, Diamond Back.

- Come on in, sit down.
- I only got a minute.

A guy came in from up the river
this morning...

with a line from your husband.
What is it? What did Tip say?
- Do you mind?
- No.

Well, what's Tip up to now?
Still kicking about wanting a larger cell?

He's been thinking again.
He sent down a lot of orders
for material and stuff...

- with the warden's name forged on them.
- Let's see.

He wants you to make a deal
with someone...

who can pass himself off
as the warden's go-between...

- and collect the rake-off.
- Nothing can stop that boy.

- He's a smart little guy.
- Too smart.

Seven years I've been married
to him and...

he's so slick he hasn't been out of the can
to finish our honeymoon.

Don't seem to be breaking your heart.
You spend a lot of time
with this guy, Church, don't you?

Now don't start that again.
He's just a friend, like I told you.