Peter Gunn

I think you've made a mistake.

You know who you're stopping?

Hello, boys.

Mr. Fusari is late getting home.

He's expecting guests and...

What is this?

The good and the bad of Al Fusari are a matter of record.

And as far as I'm concerned, it was mostly bad.

But any way you look at it, he was unique.

The last of a rare breed who crawled out of a bathtub full of bootleg gin,

grabbed a submachine gun, and made the 20s roar.

By the truest measure of the underworld, he was a real big shot.

And unlike his contemporaries who ended up in a sack or on a garage floor on.

Valentine's Day, he beat the odds and lasted until he was a little bit over 60.

And he was a big shot all the way.

For 30 years, the undisputed vice lord of his own personal empire.

He was unique, and he was dead.

What are you doing here?

I get around.

Picnics, fish fries, funerals.

Nice crowd.

Not so nice.

See ya.

Hello, Mr. Gunn.

We haven't met, but I know all about you.

Is that good?

It helps.

I'm George Fallon.

This is Mr. Ives and Mr. Green.

I'm surprised to see you here.

I didn't know that you and Al had any sort of affiliation.

I thought you said you knew all about me.

There's always a chance I may have missed something.

From what I hear, you don't miss.

Did you also hear that I've taken over?

I've heard.

Then you know I'm planning some changes.

You could be one of them.

Goodbye, Mr. Gunn.

Hello, Pete.

Hello.

Sweetheart.

How are you feeling?

Hot.

September rain does that sometimes.

Yeah, I'm not talking about that kind of heat.

What are you talking about?

A couple of Fallon's boys paid me a visit last night.

Thanks, Betty.

Mr. Ives and Mr. Green.

Do you know what that bum Fallon wants?

Looks like a little man with a big appetite.

50% or he evicts.

Are you ready?

Evicts, like he had a lease.

And he figures he earned it.

Took a lot of enterprise to get Big Al.

How'd they ever do it, Pete?

Right in the middle of town.

Like I said, Mother, enterprise.

Day in, day out The same old hoodoo Follows me about The same old... Pete.

You gotta do me a favor.

In a minute.

And darling, I think of you Day in and day out Day out Day in I needn't tell you Pete.

How my days begin When I awake I awaken with a tingle One possible Uh-huh.

What kind of a favor?

Talk to Fallon.

Get him to lay off.

I'll talk to him.

All right.

But I don't think he'll listen.

I meet you And to me the day is fine Then I kiss your lips And the pounding Becomes.

The ocean's roar A thousand drowns Can't you see it's love Can there be any doubt.

When here it is Day in, day out Hi.

New dress?

Uh-huh.

Been busy?

Running errands.

Two nights in a row.

I missed you.

Pete?

Hmm?

You ever miss anybody?

I mean, really miss them?

It's a drag.

Sometimes when you don't show up, I just...

I'm having a bad night.

Sorry.

Don't be.

I'll give you a charge to know that the poor little girl flipped in spite of all the warnings.

What do you think?

No, that was mean.

I sure pick them, don't I?

If I start to feel too sorry for myself and turn into a lush or something,

it's your fault.

You won't.

I won't?

Crazy.

I really love you very much.

I really love you very much.

But not that much.

I'm just one of your favorite singers in all the world.

One of my very favorite.

I know the type.

If I lost my voice, you'd hate my guts.

You don't just sing with your voice.

Is it true what they say about you?

What do they say?

Pete Gunn for hire.

True.

Well...

I've saved up a few dollars.

I'll buy you a late steak.

I'll take a rain check.

I've got to run an errand.

My mother.

Gonna take you all night?

Hard to say.

I'll hang around.

If you don't show up by three O'clock...

I'll kill myself.

Edie?

I'll be right there, Emmett.

Nice guy, Emmett.

You could do worse.

I always do.

Tell Fallon Peter Gunn wants to see him.

Peter.

Go pick a peck of peppers.

No.

I'm not picking up peppers right away.

Why don't you tell him.

Tell him what it is.

Good evening, Mr. Gunn.

Good evening, Mr. Gunn.

And you're mentioned as mother.

Mother.

For me, how about it?

I can see one of your foremost accomplishments is sticking your nose in where it doesn't belong.

She's a friend.

She should be more discriminated.

Get in.

Did you know a little tailor on River Street named Bell, Herman Bell?

Nope.

His wife reported him missing the morning after Big Al was killed.

The day before that, he deposited $10,000 in his bank account.

Where'd you get this?

In his shop.

Is he still missing?

Yeah.

We've got a witness who heard the shots and swears he saw a police car pulling away from Big Al's sedan.

There were no official police units patrolling the area at that time.

$10,000 for a couple of uniforms, new car with a paint job.

To make it look official, it shouldn't be too difficult to dig up a siren and a red light.

Not much of an investment when you consider the results.

Pretty cute.

Now all you have to do is prove it.

Pete, this is going to get worse before it gets better.

A little cooperation wouldn't hurt.

See you around.

You sure did me a lot of good.

How do you know?