Peter Gunn

Swedish meatballs and a Japanese hibachi?

Don't you believe in one world?

I believe in one man.

You... ah... hold the attitude.

Hello?

Yeah?

Well, I'm afraid that's not possible at the moment.

But you see, I, uh, I have company.

Oh, I see.

Wait a minute.

I'd like to write that down.

All right.

Uh-huh.

Well, look, couldn't we meet the first thing in the morning?

Oh, I see.

Uh-huh.

All right.

Well, I'll, uh...

I'll get there as soon as I can.

Right.

Bye.

What was that?

Someone wants to see me.

What's her name?

The, uh...

Her is a him.

Give him my regards.

You are the most suspicious girl I've ever met.

That's because you've led such a sheltered life.

Here, read it yourself.

Oh, I never read anyone else's mail.

It's just a phone number.

And an address. Read it.

I'd die for it.

Come on, pull yourself together.

I entreat you to read the note.

Forget it.

All right, let's forget it.

Give me that or I'll break your arm.

Very demanding client.

Want you to come all the way across the river to see him?

Well, he works over there.

He can't take the time off.

Hmm.

Well, I don't know.

That's what I like about you.

You're such a trusting soul.

So open-minded and, uh...

And what?

Keep that bocce burning, huh?

I'll be back.

Happy ferryboat ride, Tiger.

Sayonara.

I gotta change my shirt.

Dinner for one.

Mr. Hines?

Mr. Gunn?

Oh, absolutely.

I'm so glad you could make it.

You see, night bookkeeping doesn't give you a lot of time.

You made it sound important.

It's very important to me, Mr. Gunn.

I'm frightened.

Now, sit down, please.

Thanks.

The other night, I was going home late.

I looked out of the bus window, and I... I saw a murder.

That sounds like police business.

I went to the police.

I... I even took them to the room where I saw it happen.

A cheap hotel on Bickford Hill.

And?

They didn't find anything.

Just an empty room.

Mr. Gunn, I... I'm afraid that I made a mistake when I talked to the police.

How's that?

I told them the truth.

I was tired.

I dozed off in the bus.

And just as I woke up, I saw it happen.

Now, I'm afraid they think I was dreaming.

Isn't that a possibility?

No, sir.

Yesterday afternoon, I was wide awake when I went to the drugstore to get some cigarettes.

And when I came out, I saw someone watching me.

It was the same man that I saw in that hotel room.

You saw a man commit murder.

Now you think he's going to try and kill you, is that it?

He'll get to me, Mr. Gunn, unless you get to him first.

What does this man look like?

Well, he was a big man, six feet tall, dark hair, heavy, oh, maybe 200 pounds.

And the address of that hotel?

114 Bickford Hill.

Well, I'll see what I can find out.

And how do I get in touch with you?

Well, weeknights, I'm here until 1130.

But wait, this.

Is my home address.

I'll make it soon, will you, Mr. Gunn?

Relax, Mr. Hines, if he knew where to find you, he would have been here by now.

But he did find me outside that drugstore.

Excuse me, I'd like some information, please.

Sure.

You have a bus that reaches the corner of Bickford Hill and Second Street at about quarter to one in the morning.

Yeah, that's Route 9.

That's Bickford Hill at 1236, exactly.

What time does that bus leave here?

1216.

Thank you.

That's a nice stroke, Picasso.

Do you use the interlocking or the overlapping grip?

Look, I'm not lonesome.

I wish you'd go.

I'd still like to know about that hotel.

On Bickford Hill.

It's a rat trap.

Needs a paint job.

Goodbye.

Edward Hines swears he saw a murder committed there.

We've been the route with Hines.

We checked out the hotel room.

It's registered to a George Johnson.

Only problem, no Mr. Johnson, no nothing.

Yeah, you missed a spot.

Mm-hmm.

Oh, thanks.

How long do you think Johnson had been staying there?

A couple of days.

It seemed kind of funny to you that he disappeared.

I didn't find it particularly humorous, no.

We'll talk to Mr. Johnson, if he ever shows up.

You don't seem to actually think there was a murder.

Pete, I'm completely impartial about the whole thing.

We found an empty room, no evidence of a crime.

And Hines admits he was half asleep when he saw it, if he saw it.

Well, as usual, Lieutenant, you've been a bundle of information.

I'm just a freelance varnisher.

I do the best I can with the limited equipment I have at my disposal.

Ask me, you do a spunky job.

Look, Pete, if for one minute we thought there had been a murder, don't you think we...

Good morning, my name is Gunn.

I don't want any of your brochures.

Look, you won't believe this, but I've got this, exercising.

Let me put it this way, my name is Gunn.

I am not a radio commercial.

You think I could throw a barbell at that?

Now, what so important when we talk in silence?

A man named George Donovan.

Johnson.

If you're a cop, you go talk to the other cops.

Can I interest you in a $10 bill?

Thank you very much.

Now, assuming I bought your loyalty.

Yeah.

About Johnson.

You must have seen him.

Let me tell you how I run my business.

I take a buck and a half for a room.

I don't look up.

I might recognize somebody.

Then the transaction's over.

Are you trying to tell me you never saw him go in or out of his room?

Look, I told you.

If there's gunshots, I call the cops.

Now, what do you want from me?

Well, now that you've mentioned it, I'd like my $10 back.

Hello?

Can I help you, sir?

I was just having a weak bite with me missus.

You, uh, you seem to be the only grocery store around.

I, uh, I thought maybe you did a little business with the hotel across the street.

With the hotel?

That's our problem.

We do a little business, period.

Well, uh, would this help?

Sure.

What do you want?

A little information.

A fellow that lived in a hotel across the street.

He, uh, was heavy set, about six feet tall, dark hair.

Very popular fellow.

Do you remember him?

Oh, but you're the second person to ask me about him.

Really?

Uh, who else ask about him and when?

Oh, just a man a couple of nights ago.

What did he look like?

Oh, about 50, 52, not tall.

He said if I see the big fella, to give him a phone number.

What phone number?

You wrote it down.

Here.

In 1927, there was the year, the zenith of my career.

I had virtually cornered the cotton market.