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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 like... ♪

♪ the look ♪

♪ the look of love ♪

♪ I’m caught... ♪

♪ upon the hook of love ♪

♪ And life no longer is a mystery ♪

♪ For in the history of love ♪

♪ We’ll take our place ♪

♪ Take a place with me ♪

♪ Within... ♪

♪ the book of love ♪

♪ We’ll find a cozy nook of love ♪

♪ And maybe one day... ♪

♪ there’ll be other ♪

♪ would-be lovers who’ll take heed of us ♪

♪ They’ll read of us ♪

♪ And smile and say ♪

♪ I think I like the look... ♪

♪ of love ♪

- 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?

♪ And maybe one day ♪

♪ there’ll be other would-be lovers ♪

♪ who’d take heed of us ♪

♪ They’ll read of us ♪

♪ And smile and say ♪

♪ I think I like the look... ♪

♪ of love ♪

- 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…

for saving your life.

I know what I owe him Daisy…

so don’t shove.

You’re not the only one who doesn’t like being hustled.

Excuse me.

I’ll see you later, lover.

Good evening.

And who let you in here?

He said you were expecting him.

I told you what would happen if you lied to me…

What would you say if I asked you to lay off Mother?

Go to hell.

See you around.

I’d better get a doctor.

Yes.

Then get somebody to kill Mr. Gunn.

Make a wish.

Collecting for the Heart Fund?

No.

No, I’m not.

Uh. Girl scout cookies?

Uhhh…no.

- Community… - Yeah.

I gave last month.

Aww…

Sorry to hear that.

Now, uh…

Name?

Rank?

Serial number?

You mean, how come I called this meeting?

Yeah.

Etcetera, etcetera.

Well…

I saw you at Mother’s…

a week ago Tuesday…

and I just had to meet you.

Want to discuss it?

Hmm…uh…

How did you get in?

- Your bed? - My apartment!

I gave the manager $50.

Don’t you like me?

What’s your name?

Samantha.

Call me Sam.

Sam?

You called?

Check out time.

Oh…

You don’t what you’re missing.

Well, I know what you’ll be missing if my friend shows up…

before you’re out of here.

Ok…

but, uh...

you at least ought to give me a raincheck.

- Sam… - Hmm?

You can have a...

whole bunch of rain checks.

Pete? Honey?

Sam.

- Sam! - Oh baby

Sam, watch the .38!

Oh darling, where you…

Oh baby, don’t…

Sam, uh…

Pete?

- Hi there! - Hi.

Hi.

You said that.

- Huh, what? - You alright?

Huh? No.

You look at little flushed.

Flushed?

Well, as a matter of fact, I’m not feeling very well.

In fact I’m not feeling very well at all.

But then, uh…

It’s nothing a little mouth-to-mouth resuscitation won’t cure.

Alright…

That wouldn’t revive Tom Thumb!

Well, you know the old saying.

A stitch in time saves nine?

Yeah, a stone rolled gathers no boss.

- Meaning? - I was hoping you could tell me.

Uh, Pete?

Hm?

Oh.

- In the kitchen? - There might be kinks in the kitchen.

Hey, I got an idea.

Why don’t I get the car…

We can drive up the coast and have breakfast?

- I thought you weren’t feeling well. - Yeah, well…

We get a little fresh air…

I’ll be as fit as a fiddle.

- Pete… - Hm?

Who’s in the bedroom?

What?

No, not what.

Who?

Who?

Who could possibly be in my bedroom?

Pete, be careful!

- Friend of yours? - Not really.

I was on my way over to discuss…

a nasty little rumor that’s been circulating.

It seems that in certain circles…

you’re considered socially unfit.

And definitely expendable.

That’s strange. They loved me in Boston.

Is this all of them?

If you mean, did he have any friends…

I mean, knowing you, there should be a few more dead bodies lying around…

that might need my professional attention.

He was all alone.

Were you?

No. No, I was…

- Oh - What?

- Edie… - What about Edie?

I left Edie upstairs with Sam. I…

Edie!

Boy, what a memory.

Who’s Sam?

- Yeah, who’s Sam? - Well now, look Edie…

Edie…

What was that all about?

Sam’s a girl!

Well how the hell would I know that?

You know me... Remember Isadore?

Hey, whatever happened to her?

She had a terrible accident.

She married a cop.

What do you mean I have to go?

- Sam, dear… - Listen, what do you mean?

You lure me up here…

Get me undressed…

Get me all excited…

And then some dumdum I don’t even know…

Crashes the party and tries to kill me!

And then some weirdo old lady…

calls me a slut!

And ties up my clothes…

in great big knots!

Look at that!

Dear Sam…

Oh sure, why not?

What do you want with me…

now that you’ve used me?

Now that I’ve used you?

Yeah.

Used you for what?

How do I know?

All this running and shooting and hiding…

Maybe it’s some crazy new kind of perversion!

Maybe that’s how you and your girlfriend…

get your kicks!

- Sam, I… - Don’t touch me!

You pervert!

Perv…

Do you really think I’m a pervert?

I don’t know.

Maybe.

Fine, then you can go.

No.

No?

No.

I’m strange.

Well then, Sam, I’m going.

- Really? - I’ve got to go

You’re very sweet.

Strange.

Strange.

Now look, Sam…

I’m not rejecting you.

Not at all.

Now Sam, please…

be gone before I get back, huh?

I love you.

You’re so innocent

Yeah, well, uh…

Merry Christmas.

What happened to the 4th of July?

One might very well ask…however…

Unless I’m growing forgetful…

I suspect there are still…

three jolly fingers of Thanksgiving…

In the loo.

Ah, thank you, my dear friend.

You’ll be handsomely rewarded…

in one of my future reincarnations.

Provided you’re still around.

Sweet nectar.

How would you like a whole case of nectar?

I would adore it.

Things are not quite as gay as they’re painted here…

in the Senior Citizens Rancho.

Sorry.

No one to blame but ourselves.

We were dumb enough to be conned by…

promotional brochures.

I still haven’t found the miniature golf course.

The nectar?

Ah yes, the nectar.

Is that a bona fide offer?

It’s a bona fide offer.

Ah, but what in exchange?

I have a sudden and chilling foreboding, sir…

That you frankly covet my drapes.

Heard any good sea stories lately?

Ah…

The late and little-missed Julio Scarlotti.

Puzzling death, wouldn’t you say?

I was about to say something like that, yes.

But then death is puzzling in general.

I’ve heard that it’s a disease.

One more common than the common cold.

Hmm.

Who could have gotten aboard that boat…

without Scarlotti putting up a fight?

Ah…

A man of daring.

A man of brilliance.

A man of uncommon imagination.

Fact?

Mere opinion…

Based on uncanny intuition…

And a compelling obligation…

to keep up my end of the conversation.

See what you can find out.

I must warn you, sir…

that bribing a village elder…

carries some rather harsh penalties.

I see.

Well, what do you suggest?

Settle out of court…

and I’ll give you the tapes of this conversation.

Does that do it?

If you mean, does it send unbelievable vibrations…

shooting up my spine…

and a sympathetic reassurance…

pulsing into my affection-starved liver?

Peter, dear boy…

Yes.

That does it.

Happy new year.

Happy new year.

Jacoby.

What do you mean, you “broke in”?

I think I just found something…

that might tickle your professional fancy.

A cigarette lighter.

Uh, one of those things you use to light cigarettes.

Without commenting on your…

fine-tooth comb cliché…

Might I advance the theory that…

one of your detectives missed it.

One of your well-trained, Efficient, near-sighted detectives.

Ten minutes.

Make yourselves comfortable, gentlemen.

I’ll get Daisy Jane.

Go powder your nose.

Come on, let’s go, girls.

You, uh…

ever hear anything about Fusco and Daisy Jane?

By anything, do you mean something that would explain that lighter?

You know what I mean.

No, I haven’t heard a thing.

Have you?

No.

I still don’t see how we could have missed it.

The lighter?

My upper plate.

Hmm.

It’s possible it was planted after the fact.

Your upper plate?

The lighter.

You got in, why not somebody else?

Well, maybe I planted it.

Maybe I wanted to frame Mr. Fusco.

It has possibilities.

Daisy Jane offered you $10,000 to get rid of Fusco.

Daisy Jane offered me $10,000…

to find out who killed Scarlotti.

She was positive you’d turn up Fusco.

I wasn’t.

Maybe you’d change your mind.

People have for a lot less than ten thousand.

Mercenary people.

People without virtue or principle.

Don’t spend it all in one place.

I am not only a pillar of virtue.

I am independently wealthy.

Besides, I have my reputation to consider.

Let’s hear it for Pete Gunn’s reputation.

What’s the beef, Lieutenant?

No beef.

Hello, Peter.

What’s it all about?

Fusco.

What about Fusco?

Where’d you get that?

Pete found it on Scarlotti’s boat.

You’re kidding.

About an hour ago.

The inscription reads…

I know what the inscription reads.

I gave that lighter to Nick Fusco the day…

after Scarlotti had left on his vacation.

The day after?

Right.

You can check with the jeweler.

I picked it up on the eighteenth and gave it to Fusco that night.

He told me Scarlotti had left on his boat the day before.

Doesn’t look very good for Mr. Fusco, does it?

Did Pete tell you about our little deal?

He...

told me that you had offered him $10,000…

to find out who killed Scarlotti.

Will you take a check?

You think the lighter sews it up?

How else did it get on the boat?

Someone could have planted it.

Or Fusco could have dropped it when he blasted Scarlotti.

We’re...

certainly considering that possibility.

What are you being so damn finicky for?

You want Fusco more than I do.

- Do I? - Well, don’t you?

I don’t know. How bad do you want him?

Ten thousand dollars worth.

Um, I may be just a thick cop…

But I find it hard to reconcile…

a ten-thousand-dollar bounty…

with a solid gold lighter inscribed “With Love”.

The love and the lighter came…

before Mr. Fusco became such a big man…

and started shoving me around.

You want to ask me anything else…

you talk to my lawyer.

That’s not being very cooperative.

Look Jacoby, you want cooperation?

You come up with a little yourself.

In my racket, you get the best results…

when both parties cooperate.

You want the money or not, Peter?

It’s on the house.

If I was stupid enough to make an offer like that…

I’d be out of business in a week.

Good night, boys.

Now what is it you want?

Call Whiteside.

So what?

Yours?

We’ll wait for Whiteside.

Ok.

We’ll wait for him at the station.

What’s the charge?

Suspicion of murder.

You’re going to roust me once too often Jacoby.

You’ve got a choice.

You answer a few questions before your lawyer gets here…

or come down to the station and answer them there.

Whiteside’s on his way.

Sit down, I need a witness.

What’s it all about?

Just sit down.

Ok, that’s my lighter.

You’re bound to find it out sooner or later.

All you have to do is ask Daisy Jane.

I asked Daisy Jane.

She said that she gave you the lighter the day after Scarlotti sailed.

Don’t you think we ought to wait for Whiteside?

Just keep quiet.

I’m not sure what day it was.

You don’t know whether it was after or before Scarlotti sailed?

No.

What’s the difference?

I found the lighter on the boat.

The last time I saw Scarlotti …

was the day before he sailed.

And the last time I was on that boat was July.

The 4th of July weekend.

Can you prove it?

I was with a young lady the night he was killed.

What young lady?

Nancy Harris.

Roydale Apartments, 608.

You have no idea how the lighter…

might have gotten onboard the Tempest?

Nope.

I thought I’d lost it.

When did you think you’d lost it?

A couple of days ago.

I spent most of the day at the club.

Obviously you see someone lifted it…

and planted it on the boat.

Things are...

much more obvious to you than me.

There must be something I can do about that.

Yes, why don’t you have a talk with Gunn?

He found the lighter.

Maybe he knows how it got there.

You know how it got there?

Nope.

He doesn’t know.

It is not possible that he could be lying?

Is it possible?

Yeah, it’s possible.

It’s possible.

You know, you boys have got yourself a very funny act.

That’s very nice of you to say so.

I’ll see what I can do about…

getting you an audition with the police commissioner.

Wonderful.

And in the meantime…

I’ll see this Nancy Harris.

If she doesn’t remember spending the weekend with you…

We’ll have another talk, ok?

Miss Harris?

Miss Harris?

Something wrong with the lights.

What if she comes home and…

finds us rummaging around in her apartment?

I’ll explain.

Well, would you mind telling me what this is all about?

…a government farm expert

has told newsmen

that the Agriculture Department

may decide to relax

its surplus reduction program

for Central Valley cotton next year.

Whether that happens or not depends

to a great extent on what happens

to this year’s crop and

to the surplus carryover

As of the end of this year

the surplus is expected to be down

to about twelve million bales.

And on the basis of current guesses

the surplus could be cut

to about nine million bales.

There has been a new proposal

for a compromise plan to provide...

The time is 9:15.

And now for a check of the freeways

we go to Captain Brady

in the KTVX helicopter

How does it look, Swifty?

Good morning Dick

I just left the Highgate cloverleaf

and I’m travelling east above the Riverview turnoff

Traffic seems to be moving fairly well but

I’m going down to check on something that

might just cause a little difficulty

so stand by Dick…

You crummy creep!

Sam!

What kind of neighborhood is this?

Now it’s a helicopter freak!

It’s Captain Brady again

just checked out the problem and everything’s all clear

so now back to the Dick Murray weather show…

Girl can’t even take a sunbath!

Yeah, but that was Captain Brady.

I don’t care if it was Captain Marvel!

- He’s a dirty old man! - Yeah, well…

- Hey, did I get a tan on my…? - Yes.

How’s it look?

Well, there’s lots to be said for both sides.

- I missed you! - Oh Sam...

I thought you were going home.

I thought so too.

- Hey look, I got a freckle! - Sam…

Aw, you look beat.

Yeah well I am beat.

Sam, I am beat to a positive frazzle.

I didn’t get much sleep either.

- Why don’t we go and… - Sam.

- Speak. - Why? Why are you still here?

- I just couldn’t get my clothes untied. - Oh, come on.

- Honest, I tried everything. - Sam…

Look, I broke three nails, nearly lost a front tooth…

Look, look, I’ll get you some more clothes.

- I already sent for some. - Sent where for some?

I called up a store, they’re going to deliver.

In the meantime…

In the meantime that weird old lady that tied those knots in your clothes…

is just liable to show up and kill both of us.

- Really? - It’s a possibility.

Delivery for Miss Stickland?

I’ll sign for them.

Thank you, Miss Strickland.

I hope you like apricot.

It’s my favorite color.

Especially this morning, it matches my eyes.

I’ll start the coffee.

- It’s already started - Well I’ll pour the coffee

I’ll only be a second.

Just remember that in situations like this every second counts.

Ooo…

What do you mean, “Ooo…”?

It’s adorable.

What do you do, Sam?

What do you like?

I mean what’s your occupation?

I travel in money.

What?

I’m rich, I don’t do anything.

Why we haven’t met before?

I’m from out of town.

Where?

Denver.

Denver?

Like a sandwich.

Oh.

How…

how do you take your coffee?

Just a little cream please.

Oh, now look Sam…

Groovy?

Stay.

- Now, that’s a nightgown, right? - Right.

That’s what you ordered from the store?

Well, it’s not easy getting just what you want over the phone.

- But it turned out all right - You mean, that’s all you ordered?

- Oh no… - Oh good.

I ordered three others just like this…

in different colors.

In case I didn’t like apricot.

Yeah…

Red, white, and blue.

Now come on Sam…

You can go to hell.

You cannot hold me.

You got nothing on me, not even a parking ticket.

I know my rights.

Sgt. Ashford…

he knows his rights.

Oh I knew.

I knew the minute I saw him.

I said now there is a man who knows his rights.

I don’t believe you guys.

You know he’s been double-crossing you.

He’s been playing the same funny act with Peter Gunn.

Now come on, you’ve got no evidence.

Whiteside will be here with a writ any minute.

In the meantime…

I’d like to know Nancy Harris got herself electrocuted.

How in the hell should I know?

Your prints are all over the place.

Well I spent some time there, I told you.

What am I going to do, kill my alibi?

Maybe she decided not to be your alibi.

Maybe.

All you’ve got is a bunch of maybes.

It’s about time you got here.

Sorry.

Don’t you ever learn?

Yeah.

Each time I learn.

Maybe.

If you find my shoes, you know where to reach me.

Goodbye Sam.

Ciao.

Or something.

Peter

My, my. When’s the last time you had breakfast…

before 3 in the afternoon?

Yesterday. Quarter to three.

That should be some kind of record.

Well, it’s obvious this depressing establishment is sans liquor license.

Have a beer.

Oh Peter!

Even alcoholics have a caste system.

To suggest a beer to one of the 100 proof elite…

is like offering Count Dracula chicken soup!

Good morning, my dear.

Coffee?

No stimulants. Doctor’s orders.

But I will have a carafe of your best wine.

Figures.

And a cornucopia of roses…

that I may strew them in your path…

wherever you go…

forever and ever…

ad infinitum.

Sweet.

What’s sweet?

A vessel of size and importance…

recently painted in detail…

to resemble a ship…

of the United States Coast Guard.

Does that make you tingle, Peter?

Not exactly vintage, but…

Caviar’s not too good either.

I know.

Things are bad everywhere.

Yeah…

Let me know if you hear of anybody wants to buy my Ferrari.

Delighted.

Nature’s child in a forest of despair.

You left me tingling.

Ah yes.

But the ultimate excitation may require more coin of the realm.

And not for myself as you might imagine…

but for my source of information.

He is generous, you understand…

but not to a fault.

I understand.

The price is 200.

You can tell your source that I will stand the terms…

if you think he’s worth it.

He’s a talented but little-known painter…

shall we say, deserving of recognition.

I see.

The horse’s mouth, so to speak.

And tonight at 7…

I shall offer to cram it with sugar and carrots.

I shall call you, great white hunter…

at the rising of the moon.

And...

farewell, my lady miracle.

Think of me as one who loved not wisely…

but too well.

Just thought you’d like to know who tried to kill you last night.

His name was Leo Gracey.

From Detroit.

- Ever heard of him? - No!

Long record of arrests.

Two convictions.

I can’t find anything that ties him up with Fusco.

You woke me up for that?

You want to sleep, put up a sign.

What time is it?

Five after nine.

Still Thursday?

P.M.

Tinker had a $200 appointment tonight.

He should have checked in.

200 for what?

Well there’s a good possibility that…

Scarlotti let his killer board the Tempest…

because he thought they were the Coast Guard.

You’re gonna keep messing around with this thing…

until it blows up right in your face.

Pick, pick, pick, pick, pick.

According to Leo Gracey’s record…

He also served a four-year-hitch in the United States Coast Guard.

Tinker?

Tinker, what is it?

What happened?

[gasping, inaudible]

What?

[gasping whispers]

What is it?

I think it’s cleaning fluid.

What did he say?

“Lazaret”.

What?

That’s what it sounded like, “Lazaret”.

What’s it mean?

How the hell do I know?

I’m looking for the Bishop.

Oh yeah?

I was told to ask for Rasputin.

You were, huh?

The name’s Gunn.

Groovy.

Hey man…

- Look… - Somebody’s calling you, man.

You calling me?

Hey man…

He’s calling you again.

I’m looking for the Bishop.

Sure, man.

What’s the matter, man? Can’t you hear?

The Bishop?

Sure.

I think he’s deaf, Scummy.

He’s rude.

You deaf, man?

He’s rich, Scummy.

You rich, man?

That won’t even begin to pay your hospital bill.

Hey, groovy, I dig that real cool threat with the muscles flexed.

I’ll bet you’re one of those karate experts, right?

Kiss him!

One move and zap! I’m wiped out, right?

Watch it, man.

Make your own bread, man.

Hey, man, I’m getting tired of guessing.

Who are you?

Look man, even if I told you, you wouldn’t believe me.

- Oh yeah? - Take my word, it’s unbelievable.

I mean, man…

I don’t even believe it myself.

Do I get the Bishop?

Do I get another five?

I’ll believe it, man.

In the arcade.

You didn’t answer me, man.

I’m the man that’s gonna…

shoot you in the stomach if you don’t let go.

Man.

Hear about Tinker?

Yeah.

I heard somebody spiked his jug with canned heat.

It was cleaning fluid.

Were you there?

He managed to say something that sounded like “Lazaret”.

I’m surprised he could say anything.

It wasn’t easy.

Lazaret, huh?

What does that mean?

Look, why don’t you go back and get your picture taken?

Lazaret, huh?

I’ll narrow it down for you.

A, it’s local.

Harbor area.

B, it’s got something to do with repainting a boat…

to make it resemble a Coast Guard boat.

Oh, I see.

Do you?

Yeah.

But uh...

considering what happened to Tinker…

Will twenty do the trick?

No trick.

It just, you know…

takes the right combination.

I already gave Rasputin ten.

Well, I only take 15% of his action.

He gets ten of mine.

Twenty-five?

Try thirty.

Bless you.

The only Lazaret I can think of that fits the bill…

is a marine hardware store on Riverfront…

run by an ex-con named Lazlo Joyce.

♪ I... ♪

♪ am in dreamsville ♪

♪ Holding you ♪

♪ A dreamy view ♪

♪ Just we two alone with love ♪

♪ In dreamsville ♪

♪ Time is new ♪

♪ We’re here to love ♪

♪ And we do ♪

♪ We can see the rest of the world… ♪

- It’s after hours! - It’s ginger ale.

Pete, see if that isn’t ginger ale.

It’s scotch.

You’re kidding.

Well I’ll be damned.

♪ …far away ♪

♪ And here with love ♪

♪ Here we’ll stay… ♪

What’s new…and exciting?

Rats.

What?

We’ve got them back.

They’ve been making a hell of a racket.

950…

Have you heard anymore from Fusco?

I got a call. Some crude fink…

warned me to make up my mind by midnight or else.

Or else what?

He didn’t elaborate.

It’s after 3.

Well, maybe he figured I’d collapse from lack of sleep.

Eleven hundred and fifty…

One million…

One million one, one million…

Edie.

Edie.

Scuse me.

Edie.

- Pete - Oh I’m sorry

Edie…

Edie!

Edie!

Edie…

I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your door down.

At least you ought to give me back my letterman’s sweater.

Oh, come on silly.

This is ridiculous.

Do you have a light?

Thanks.

Look at it this way.

Sooner or later you’ve got to go home.

Unless you open the window and jump in the river…

you’ve got to open this door to pass me.

I passed you last night.

But I have never…

I have never seen her before in my life!

Before what?

Before I came home and found her in my bed.

And where is Goldilocks of the Hooker Set tonight?

Well she’s not in my bed.

Why not? She obviously has a key.

She has not obviously got a key. She…

She bribed the landlord.

Really?

She gave him $50.

- Why? - What?

Why?

- Why did she give him $50? - Mm hmm

Because she wanted to get into my apartment.

Why?

Well, she…

It’s a fairly simple question.

Why did she want to get into your apartment?

Well, she said she had seen me at Mother’s one night and…

Yes?

And well, she decided that she...

you know, had to meet me.

Edie, it’s true!

May God strike me dead if it isn’t the gospel truth…

Edie!

Are you alright?

I’m fine.

What are you, some kind of nut?

Barney?

Call an ambulance.

Mother?

Mother…

Boy.

When we get rats…

we get big rats!

It looks like dynamite.

It’s simple. Somebody crawled under the building and set a long fuse.

Dynamite.

Are going to pick up Fusco?

No.

Why not?

I’ll pick him up when I’ve got some proof.

Well that never stopped you before!

It never got me anything either.

Next time I bust Fusco, I’m gonna make it stick.

I want him just as much as you do.

If you wanted him just as much I do…

you’d have picked him up an hour ago.

Pete…

I’ll go after you just as fast as I go after Fusco.

Then I’ve got nothing to worry about.

He’s headed for trouble.

I guess so.

Can’t you do something?

Sure.

What do you want me to sing?

Swell…

All right, you drive. I been drinking.

Alright, inside.

I warned you, Gunn.

But I guess you just didn’t understand, did you?

I guess I didn’t.

Well then you shouldn’t be too surprised at the consequences.

I’ll try not to be.

Up against the wall.

Against the wall.

Now...

so there won’t be any more misunderstandings…

I didn’t kill Julio Scarlotti.

Or Nancy Harris.

Why tell me?

Because you’re going to prove it.

I’ll give you 24 hours.

How about Tinker and Mother?

There’s a 50/50 chance Mother won’t make it.

Well…

It’s reasonable to assume…

that whoever is trying to frame me…

is the same person who killed Tinker…

and dynamited Mother.

How did you know it was dynamite?

I know a lot of things.

I know it was dynamite.

I know that Tinker drank cleaning fluid.

And I know the girl was electrocuted.

I also know that unless you come up with an answer in 24 hours…

you’re going to find yourself on the bottom of the river…

trying to swim your way out of a sack.

You got a fare at this address?

Yeah, 1133 Riverfront.

Are you Joyce?

Nope.

Maybe I can find him for you.

Cab’s paid for.

I told him to leave if you’re not out in 5 minutes.

Why should it take me 5 minutes?

It shouldn’t if you come up with some fast answers.

What kind of fast answers?

Whose idea was the phony Coast Guard boat?

Hold it!

Now unless I find out who killed Scarlotti…

Nick Fusco says he’s going to have me killed.

And knowing Mr. Fusco…

I have every reason to believe he’ll do just that.

So I’ve got nothing to lose, Mr. Joyce.

Either you tell me what I want to know…

or I’ll put a bullet right between your eyes.

Jacoby.

Leo Gracey hired Lazlo Joyce…

to paint and outfit a surplus Coast Guard boat.

And together with Gracey…

they sailed the boat to a defunct shipyard…

located on Haro Island where…

Lazlo did whatever painting was necessary.

Well, Lazlo says he never talked to anybody but Gracey.

No, he swears he didn’t know what the boat was for…

until he read that Scarlotti was killed…

Then he put two and two together.

Well, one night he followed Gracey…

to an address on Sonar Street.

He says that Gracey visited a man…

who was listed on the mailbox as George Gethers.

Never heard of him.

Yeah well, while I check out Mr. Gethers…

why don’t you see if that Coast Guard boat…

is still stashed on Haro Island?

Pete…

Lazlo’ll be waiting for you. 1133 Riverfront.

Now, wait a minute.

Come on, fatty, make like a policeman.

This is the home stretch.

One more thing…

How’d you know I was looking for you?

I didn’t!

Then why blow town?

Somebody tried to kill me last night.

I was just coming home from a movie…

and a car tried to run me over.

Hmm...

- Say “Ah” - What?

You need a shave, lover.

Maybe I’ll grow a beard.

No, I don’t think I’d like you with a beard.

I...

don’t think I’d like you with a beard either.

Not a chance.

What is it?

A receipt.

For the gold cigarette lighter you gave Nick Fusco.

I found it in the possession of one Harry Ross.

Who was living in an apartment leased by a Mr. George Gethers.

They were, it seems...

very good friends

Were?

Ross is dead.

But before he died…

he told me that it was Gethers…

who planned Scarlotti’s assassination.

Gethers stayed onboard the Coast Guard boat that night…

while Ross and Gracey boarded the Tempest…

and murdered four people.

Was Gethers working for Fusco?

In a way he was.

But Fusco didn’t know it.

You see, Gethers was really two people.

To Ross and Gracey…

he was Mr. George Gethers.

Handsome, wealthy, mysterious.

But to Fusco he was someone else.

Someone who was willing to kill…

so that Fusco could inherit the Scarlotti empire.

And then something happened.

Maybe it was Fusco’s newfound power.

Or the discovery that Fusco was…

having an affair with Nancy Harris.

Whatever it was…

it was enough to make Fusco want him destroyed.

He made it look like Fusco was threatening you and Mother…

so that I would get involved…

and find that lighter that was planted on the Tempest.

Then he murdered Nancy Harris, Fusco’s only alibi.

You see, Fusco was telling the truth…

when he claimed he had lost that lighter at the Athletic Club.

I checked.

Gethers became a member there two days after Scarlotti was killed.

See, as Gethers…

he could roam around the club without suspicion.

And as Fusco’s former friend…

he would have had access to Fusco’s locker key.

Then as Gethers, stolen the lighter.

Busy little man.

Very.

Sent Gracey up my fire escape to take a shot at me.

He even bombed Mother’s to make it look…

as if Fusco was trying to make good his threats.

He saved your life.

What, the spear gun?

Well, he had no choice.

You see, if he’d let Fusco’s man kill me…

Who would have told Jacoby about the lighter?

No, Mr. Gethers hasn’t many redeeming qualities.

In fact, one might even say that…

Mr. Gethers is certainly no lady!

You bastard!

I’ll get…

You…

Get him!

Sam…

I could do it again.

I wish I could do it again.

Why, Sam?

I’m Julio Scarlotti’s daughter.

♪ I'm up with the rising sun ♪

♪ Work like a dog till the day is done ♪

♪ and I don't even earn enough pay ♪

♪ to get myself through the next day ♪

♪ …If only I could fly… ♪

♪ I'd spread my wings and take to the sky ♪

♪ And all my troubles ♪

♪ will burst like bubbles ♪

♪ And kiss the world goodbye ♪

Mazel tov!

Sink the Bismarck!

When did Mother start attracting this segment of society?

Don’t you approve?

My theory is that the human race is just a temporary experiment on earth.

And that the experiment is failing.

You’re just pessimistic…

because Mairsy Doats didn’t make the Top 40 this week.

Lieutenant.

- What is it, Bernard? - I need your professional advice.

See if that isn’t ginger ale.

She was really Scarlotti’s daughter?

I take an oath.

No, don’t.

She was Scarlotti’s daughter by…

wait a minute…

She was Scarlotti’s daughter by his first wife.

It was a well-kept secret until the Mother died about five years ago.

Then Scarlotti had to tell Sam that he was her father.

How did she take it?

Well, she resented it at first but…

he made sure she had everything.

Evidently spent a lot of time with her.

And she grew to love him very much.

And ended up in your bed?

She ended up in my bed…

because she figured that sooner or later…

I would lead her to her father’s killer.

And will she have to go to jail?

Oh, I doubt it.

Probably a suspended sentence and probation.

Will I see you later?

I am going home and sleep.

I won’t disturb you.

Yeah, well then what’s the sense?

Well, I mean, you have to wake up some time.

Yeah, right.

How about that?

That’s what I mean.

How about it?

Who are you?

I’m a friend of Sam’s.

She asked to return your coat.

…if only I could fly…

What’s your name?

Ernestine.

Call me Ernie.

Ernie, huh?

♪ Bye bye ♪

♪ Bye baby ♪

♪ I’m gonna kiss you goodbye ♪

♪ And go right through that doorway ♪

♪ Don’t look surprised ♪

♪ You know you buttered your bread ♪

♪ So now it’s fair you should stare at the back of my hair ♪

♪ If... you write a letter to me ♪

♪ my former friend, ♪

♪ don’t you end with an RSVP ♪

♪ I’m going bye bye ♪

♪ Bye… movin’ ♪

♪ Now that I’ve heard all that jazz ♪

♪ And whereas I have had it ♪

♪ Why pad it? ♪

♪ So baby it's au revoir ♪

♪ Adios ♪

♪ Ciao ciao ♪

♪ Bye bye ♪