Gunn

Another boat.

Coming this way.

What’s he doing now?

He’s turning.

Drilling right for us.

Yeah.

- What is it? - Coast Guard.

You boys know who I am?

Yes Mr. Scarlotti, we know who you are.

Julio!

No... No...

No, no, please!

Please!

No, no!

...eternal rest, grant unto him, oh Lord.

May he rest in peace.

May his soul and the soul of all the faithful departed…

Through the mercy of God…

Rest in peace.

Amen.

In nomine patris et spiritus sancti amen

Grant, oh Lord…

we beseech thee thy mercy unto thy servant departed…

that having in desire kept thy will…

he may not suffer in requital for his deeds.

Amen.

Amen.

in nomine patris et spiritus sancti amen

As in true faith join him…

unto the company of thy faithful here below.

So may thy tender mercy…

give him place above among the angel choirs…

through Christ our Lord…

Amen.

There’s a rumor that you might be considering certain reappraisals…

against the party or parties…

responsible for the demise of the late Mr. Scarlotti.

Interesting rumor.

This is gonna get worse before it gets better.

That’s a possibility.

I don’t want you around steaming up my glasses.

You’re a terrible grouch this morning.

I simply cannot afford another ulcer…

There’s no more room.

- Then relax. - I try, I swear.

Enjoy the good life.

Help me. Show me the way.

Something about a new grave…

makes me want to run a four-minute mile…

get drunk, and shack up with a redhead.

Not necessarily in that order.

I got a taste for my mother’s chicken soup.

Immortality is a happy childhood.

What’s your point?

We grow up and we die.

Worrying about it just gets us there a little sooner.

That’s right.

But not very original.

Tell you what I’ll do.

I’ll promise to stop worrying…

if you promise to butt out.

After all, what did Scarlotti ever do for you?

Saved my life.

Sure but what else?

You’ve got a point, Lieutenant.

Hey there, Mr. Gunn.

Morning.

You know, Fusco, if anyone else called this a good morning…

I would be inclined to doubt their judgement.

Or their choice of words.

A word of advice, Mr. Gunn.

Now that Julio is no longer with us…

the task of running the business…

naturally falls to his successor.

Naturally.

And I’m going to be very busy making some changes.

And I could be one of them?

I couldn’t have put it better myself.

Goodbye, Mr. Gunn.

- I was gonna call you. - Why didn’t you?

I was going to ask you to have a talk with Fusco…

But I changed my mind.

Have a talk with Fusco? About what?

Two of his boys were in to see me.

Fusco wants 50% of the action!

50%, Pete!

That’s almost half.

Well, the hell with him.

- I’m not gonna do it. - I’m with you.

Hmm... Will you still be with me when…

the waters of the river close over my head?

Well, don’t you want somebody left behind to protest your going?

- Pete? - Hmm?

Do you think you could get Fusco to lay off?

Do you think you could store Lake Michigan in your basement?

Pete?

I sense something.

I should hope so.

No, something else.

Well. A pinch of this, a dash of that, it all adds up.

There was a definite lack of stability in that kiss.

That’s ridiculous.

I’ve built my professional reputation on stable kisses.

Really?

I’ve done some of my best work in stables.

I still can’t help but feel, the third kiss included…

among other things…

a certain degree of instability.

I refuse to stand here…

and allow my professional reputation to be challenged…

by a fresh-faced novice.

I’m scared.

That was nice.

And stable?

Whenever you kiss me, it’s like sky-writing.

I can always tell when you’re not going to stick around.

That’s…what do you call it?

A conditioned reflex?

Yeah.

Will I see you later?

How much later?

Do you consider that an insurmountable obstacle?

Not in terms of minutes.

Or hours.

Or even days.

But if I have to wait like a week…

I’ll need a change of clothes…

and some...

tranquilizers.

Key’s under the mat.

Hello, Archie.

Daisy Jane wants to see you.

When?

- Now. - Now?

It’s important.

Daisy Jane wants to see me.

- When? - Now.

- Now? - It’s important.

- How about that? - It’s just business.

Naturally.

It won’t take long.

I’m surprised you admit it.

Bye, silly.

Bon soir.

Oh, bon soir…cheri ?

Bon soir.

Bon soir.

Can I get you a drink, Mr. Gunn?

Not now, thank you Jimmy.

Buona sera.

Ciao.

Buona sera.

Ciao.

Hiya, Peter honey.

Hi y’all.

Hello, Peter.

Daisy.

Kon ban wa.

Kon ban wa.

Come on, I’ll buy you a drink.

What’s the trouble?

How’d you know there’s any trouble?

You get tight around the eyes.

Maybe I’m just frustrated.

How do you know I didn’t just get you over here to seduce you?

That doesn’t get you tight around the eyes.

- The usual, Mr. Gunn? - Not tonight, thank you Charlie.

Wie geht es Ihnen, Peter.

Oh, danke.

Gut.

Which one is that?

I don’t know.

You been busy lately?

Personally or professionally?

I’ll pay you $10,000…

to find out who killed Julio Scarlotti.

Mr. Fusco being difficult?

Mr. Fusco’s decided to take over my territory.

He’ll let me stick around and run things…

for a nominal percent of the net.

Suppose I find out who killed Mr. Scarlotti…

and it isn’t Mr. Fusco?

Maybe Nick Fusco didn’t pull the trigger…

but it’s a lead pipe cinch he gave the order.

Get him for me, Pete.

I’m a hustler.

But I don’t like being hustled.

I’ll think about it.

Besides, you owe Scarlotti something…