Peter Gunn (1958) s01e10 Episode Script
The Man with the Scar
1
He's dead.
You've got to get out of here, fast.
I can't.
I've got to help.
You can't help.
Think of your father.
You'll ruin him if you get involved now.
But what did you get caught with?
I said to get out.
I've got friends.
I'll take care of everything.
Now go.
I had an appointment to meet a man named Ralph Davidson.
The call was unusual and the meeting place unique.
He said he had a problem, which was even more unique.
Mr. Davidson was hardly the type who could
afford the luxury of a personal problem.
But he has been known to create a problem,
particularly in the courtroom, to the defense.
Ralph Davidson is recorded as one of our
more able district attorneys.
Pete?
Yeah?
Come in, please.
I couldn't ask you to go to the office.
There was a chance you might be seen.
What's wrong?
Yale Lubin.
There's a lot wrong with Lubin.
I've got a case against him.
I've compiled evidence that will seal
Lubin with any jury in the country.
We're to go to trial in two days.
Should be interesting.
If there is a trial, why shouldn't there be?
I received a telephone call last night.
I was told that unless Lubin's case is
dismissed, my son will be picked up for murder.
He's involved with a girl.
He was at her apartment.
A man rushed in and tried to choke her.
Roy shot him.
Where'd he get the gun?
From her desk.
After it was over, she told him to leave.
She'd take care of everything.
Then the telephone call.
Yes.
They have Roy's coat and a gun with his fingerprints.
What happened to the girl?
Gone.
The apartment's vacant.
No trace of anyone.
Well, I don't have to tell you that with
no more concrete evidence than that,
it could easily be a frame.
That's the first thing I thought of, naturally.
But as district attorney, I can't afford
to let even a rumor start.
That's why I called you.
You said nothing to the police?
I'd have to reveal the accusation against my son.
I can't do that.
Well, I need a description of the girl and
the man that Roy shot.
According to Roy, she's beautiful,
dark-haired, in her mid-twenties.
That's not much to go on.
What about the man?
Large, dark, heavy set, with a long scar
on his left cheek from his eye to his chin.
I won't make a deal.
I've never made a deal.
I want to protect my son, but I won't call
off Lubin's trial.
Forty-eight hours is not much time.
Find out what happened.
What really happened.
I'll do what I can.
I hardly need tell you that you can name your own price.
And I'll pay it, not the city.
What's the girl's name?
Liz Smith.
Has a nice transitory ring.
That's the only name she gave Roy.
I want Yale Lubin in this chair.
I want the opportunity to break him.
To destroy the myth of invincibility he's created.
People are beginning to think it isn't a myth.
That's why he has to be prosecuted.
Exposed for what he is.
If you turn up anything new, call me at Mother's.
Thank you, Pete.
A man with a scar and a girl with the
unlikely name of Smith.
Not much to go on, but not many places to go.
If you happen to be around the waterfront,
there's one place you can't avoid.
Mother's.
Mother has the best combo in town.
And an infallible memory for faces.
The combo goes with the cover charge.
Mother's memory isn't on the menu.
Nothing, thanks, Bonnie.
I just finished the book.
How'd it come out?
Well, I got two ways to travel.
How's that?
Either I can convert this place into a bowling
alley, or I'm going to go home and kill myself.
Mother, do you happen to know a girl named Liz Smith?
No.
What about a big man, heavy set,
dark, with a scar on his left cheek?
Mm-mm.
See what you can find.
What can I find out, hmm?
Important?
Very.
I'll put in a couple of calls.
Hi.
That's all?
Better?
A little.
It, um, hurts here, too.
Well, I didn't want to smear your makeup.
I have plenty of makeup.
Sure?
Uh, momentarily.
Yeah, well, what do I have to do to put it
on a permanent basis?
Put it on a permanent basis?
About the same old thing day after day.
You'd probably get bored.
All right.
I'll settle for night after night.
You've got to sleep sometimes.
Good day.
Who'd pay the bills?
This type of conversation should preclude
practical consideration.
Look, I love you dearly, but
after fasting for three days, my
stomach rebels against everything
but practical consideration.
You and your miserable stomach.
Well, you know the old saying.
What, an army travel set?
No, the quickest way to a man's heart.
Baloney.
Exactly.
Gets worse calling, hmm?
Where are you going?
I've got some business to attend to.
Back before closing?
Hard to say.
You're going to hate yourself.
Why?
Because of me.
Why, because of you?
Because I'm going to become an insomniac.
One of those.
One of those flip-flops who can't sleep.
You're too pretty to have an insomniac.
The way you see me, all hollow-eyed and
creepy-looking from waiting up for you.
No, we can't have that.
We could work on it.
I will.
Let's just start tonight.
I'll be back as quick as I can.
If you think I have nothing better to do
than wait for you, you're right.
Bye, silly.
When you're looking for people, you have to keep
looking for people who can tell you where to look.
It's a matter of common sense.
Contacts, like trying to contact the nine
ball into the corner pocket.
Most people regard pool as a game.
Others approach it as a challenge,
science, an art, an unfinished symphony.
And so if your contact happens to be a
little man with a very large pool cube
named Babby, it's advisable to bide your time.
You can't run the risk of interrupting a
virtuoso in the throes of composition.
That one will probably cost me.
Do you know a girl by the name of Liz Smith?
Beautiful, in her mid-twenties, dark hair.
It's a sure bet Yale Lubin knows her.
I know a Liz.
But it ain't Smith.
I didn't think it was.
You know where I can find her?
What's her real name?
Hatton.
You know a big man with a scar on his left cheek?
Also a Lubin associate?
Nope.
Must be an import.
Can you give me any help?
I can give you somebody that can help you.
You know Ulysses?
I read the book.
I'm free to bar and grill.
You won't find him in a grill.
I'm free to bar and grill.
You're losing your touch.
The machine's crooked.
Why do you play it if it's crooked?
It's a challenge.
Man against our mechanized civilization.
Ulysses, I need some information.
I need some information.
I'll make it worth your while.
What did you want to know?
Two people.
A woman named Liz Hatton and a man with a scarred face.
Who are they and where are they?
Give me some help.
Scars on the left cheek, from the eye to the chin.
I've never seen them.
Must be new in town.
Liz is dark-haired in her mid-twenties.
How about it?
Do you know her?
Yes.
Oh, well, I hope he don't need a little money
to carry on the good work, keep up the fight.
Yeah.
How much?
Two thousand.
You're dreaming.
Nickel.
That's a hundred dollars here.
Girlfriend of Yale Lubin.
The D.A.'s got the heat on, so he's got
her in a flat on the West Side.
210 Beach Street.
Apartment 12.
If a man answers, duck.
All right.
Thanks.
Yes?
What is it, Max?
Max had a little accident.
What do you want?
The man with the scar.
I don't know what you're talking about.
That's because you're not listening.
Where is he?
Get out of here.
Look, Miss Hatton, you've got a serious problem.
In just what way?
In just this way.
You staged a fake murder in order to
implicate the DA's son.
There are going to be some charges made against you.
For what?
Let's take it alphabetically.
Collusion, complicity, conspiracy.
You can't prove a thing.
You'd like to believe that.
That threatening call to the DA was your first mistake.
Was it?
It was traced.
I don't believe you.
How do you think I got your address?
Well, I didn't make the call.
This wasn't my idea.
Whose idea was it?
Yale Lubin?
The shooting was just a frame to pressure the DA, huh?
Yes.
Who's the man with the scar?
Julian.
He's alive, isn't he?
Yes.
Where?
Listen to me.
A jury's going to listen to you, and
they're not going to like what they hear.
You're going to get about ten years, if you're lucky.
What do you want me to do?
Take me to the man with the scar.
I can't do that.
Maybe you'd rather explain this all down
to the police headquarters.
No.
All right.
I'll take you there.
Liz Hatton said the man with the scar
could be found at a restaurant in Chinatown.
Well, the thing was too simple, too packed.
Murder, framed or otherwise, is a calculated proposition.
Anyone capable of staging a murder
wouldn't give in as easily as she had.
There was a strong possibility that I was
being led into a trap.
But I had to find the man with the scar, even if it
meant taking a chance that he might find me first.
Tea, please.
Good evening, Mr. Gunn.
Hello.
I'm Yale Lubin.
Yeah.
Oh, you know me.
I know your record.
39 arrests, no convictions.
You've got a pretty good memory.
You've got a pretty good lawyer.
You didn't come here to talk about my legal affairs.
Why don't we have dinner and discuss it, huh?
I'm not hungry.
Not friendly either.
No.
All right, then.
He handles an automatic like he was born in Flatbush.
Now, what's on your mind?
Let's talk about the district attorney.
Dull subject.
I understand he's got a case against you coming up soon.
Misguided bit of civic zeal.
If you win the case, you'll get a nice
long trip on the state.
Unless that case is dropped tomorrow,
his son will be up for murder.
Let him prosecute that.
You can't make the murder rap stick.
Can't I?
Not without a corpse, a real one.
Not like the man with the scar.
What about the man with the scar?
You should educate him.
How's that?
Tell him not to get up after he's been shot.
If I see him, I'll tell him.
Why don't you let me see him?
I'll tell him.
Offhand, I would say you've seen too many people.
I'm not the social type.
I'm not even particular who my dinner companions are.
Maybe you should be.
Maybe you should be more careful with your frame-ups.
You didn't think the D.A.
would really fall for that threat, did you?
We have his son's coat, his fingerprints
on a gun, and the witness to the killing.
Might make a reasonable case.
If you had a corpse.
Now we have our corpse.
Oh, we will have it.
Oh, I don't think you'd be happy with me.
I move around too much.
Oh, we'll take care of that.
Look, let me off before you do anything.
Stay there.
I'm holding a gun under the table.
Oh, my God!
The jury was out only 30 minutes.
Pete.
Found Leuven guilty.
Recommended the maximum sentence.
Pete.
She should be eligible for parole in about 30 years.
What?
Leuven.
Yeah?
You don't look like it's so swell.
Well, I goofed.
You did?
The armor.
Huh?
Fell.
Oh.
Flat on the face.
Oh, don't worry about it.
I fixed something else.
There's a hit and comes up for trial next month.
I hope you like it.
The trial?
What'd I fix?
Well, it'll be fine.
The trial?
What'd you fix?
Well, it's ready.
Will it keep?
It's cold cuts.
They'll keep.
It'll keep.
Are they keep so you're wearing them?
Mm-hmm.
Yeah.
Well, they're like a team.
They're bored.
Thank you for watching.
He's dead.
You've got to get out of here, fast.
I can't.
I've got to help.
You can't help.
Think of your father.
You'll ruin him if you get involved now.
But what did you get caught with?
I said to get out.
I've got friends.
I'll take care of everything.
Now go.
I had an appointment to meet a man named Ralph Davidson.
The call was unusual and the meeting place unique.
He said he had a problem, which was even more unique.
Mr. Davidson was hardly the type who could
afford the luxury of a personal problem.
But he has been known to create a problem,
particularly in the courtroom, to the defense.
Ralph Davidson is recorded as one of our
more able district attorneys.
Pete?
Yeah?
Come in, please.
I couldn't ask you to go to the office.
There was a chance you might be seen.
What's wrong?
Yale Lubin.
There's a lot wrong with Lubin.
I've got a case against him.
I've compiled evidence that will seal
Lubin with any jury in the country.
We're to go to trial in two days.
Should be interesting.
If there is a trial, why shouldn't there be?
I received a telephone call last night.
I was told that unless Lubin's case is
dismissed, my son will be picked up for murder.
He's involved with a girl.
He was at her apartment.
A man rushed in and tried to choke her.
Roy shot him.
Where'd he get the gun?
From her desk.
After it was over, she told him to leave.
She'd take care of everything.
Then the telephone call.
Yes.
They have Roy's coat and a gun with his fingerprints.
What happened to the girl?
Gone.
The apartment's vacant.
No trace of anyone.
Well, I don't have to tell you that with
no more concrete evidence than that,
it could easily be a frame.
That's the first thing I thought of, naturally.
But as district attorney, I can't afford
to let even a rumor start.
That's why I called you.
You said nothing to the police?
I'd have to reveal the accusation against my son.
I can't do that.
Well, I need a description of the girl and
the man that Roy shot.
According to Roy, she's beautiful,
dark-haired, in her mid-twenties.
That's not much to go on.
What about the man?
Large, dark, heavy set, with a long scar
on his left cheek from his eye to his chin.
I won't make a deal.
I've never made a deal.
I want to protect my son, but I won't call
off Lubin's trial.
Forty-eight hours is not much time.
Find out what happened.
What really happened.
I'll do what I can.
I hardly need tell you that you can name your own price.
And I'll pay it, not the city.
What's the girl's name?
Liz Smith.
Has a nice transitory ring.
That's the only name she gave Roy.
I want Yale Lubin in this chair.
I want the opportunity to break him.
To destroy the myth of invincibility he's created.
People are beginning to think it isn't a myth.
That's why he has to be prosecuted.
Exposed for what he is.
If you turn up anything new, call me at Mother's.
Thank you, Pete.
A man with a scar and a girl with the
unlikely name of Smith.
Not much to go on, but not many places to go.
If you happen to be around the waterfront,
there's one place you can't avoid.
Mother's.
Mother has the best combo in town.
And an infallible memory for faces.
The combo goes with the cover charge.
Mother's memory isn't on the menu.
Nothing, thanks, Bonnie.
I just finished the book.
How'd it come out?
Well, I got two ways to travel.
How's that?
Either I can convert this place into a bowling
alley, or I'm going to go home and kill myself.
Mother, do you happen to know a girl named Liz Smith?
No.
What about a big man, heavy set,
dark, with a scar on his left cheek?
Mm-mm.
See what you can find.
What can I find out, hmm?
Important?
Very.
I'll put in a couple of calls.
Hi.
That's all?
Better?
A little.
It, um, hurts here, too.
Well, I didn't want to smear your makeup.
I have plenty of makeup.
Sure?
Uh, momentarily.
Yeah, well, what do I have to do to put it
on a permanent basis?
Put it on a permanent basis?
About the same old thing day after day.
You'd probably get bored.
All right.
I'll settle for night after night.
You've got to sleep sometimes.
Good day.
Who'd pay the bills?
This type of conversation should preclude
practical consideration.
Look, I love you dearly, but
after fasting for three days, my
stomach rebels against everything
but practical consideration.
You and your miserable stomach.
Well, you know the old saying.
What, an army travel set?
No, the quickest way to a man's heart.
Baloney.
Exactly.
Gets worse calling, hmm?
Where are you going?
I've got some business to attend to.
Back before closing?
Hard to say.
You're going to hate yourself.
Why?
Because of me.
Why, because of you?
Because I'm going to become an insomniac.
One of those.
One of those flip-flops who can't sleep.
You're too pretty to have an insomniac.
The way you see me, all hollow-eyed and
creepy-looking from waiting up for you.
No, we can't have that.
We could work on it.
I will.
Let's just start tonight.
I'll be back as quick as I can.
If you think I have nothing better to do
than wait for you, you're right.
Bye, silly.
When you're looking for people, you have to keep
looking for people who can tell you where to look.
It's a matter of common sense.
Contacts, like trying to contact the nine
ball into the corner pocket.
Most people regard pool as a game.
Others approach it as a challenge,
science, an art, an unfinished symphony.
And so if your contact happens to be a
little man with a very large pool cube
named Babby, it's advisable to bide your time.
You can't run the risk of interrupting a
virtuoso in the throes of composition.
That one will probably cost me.
Do you know a girl by the name of Liz Smith?
Beautiful, in her mid-twenties, dark hair.
It's a sure bet Yale Lubin knows her.
I know a Liz.
But it ain't Smith.
I didn't think it was.
You know where I can find her?
What's her real name?
Hatton.
You know a big man with a scar on his left cheek?
Also a Lubin associate?
Nope.
Must be an import.
Can you give me any help?
I can give you somebody that can help you.
You know Ulysses?
I read the book.
I'm free to bar and grill.
You won't find him in a grill.
I'm free to bar and grill.
You're losing your touch.
The machine's crooked.
Why do you play it if it's crooked?
It's a challenge.
Man against our mechanized civilization.
Ulysses, I need some information.
I need some information.
I'll make it worth your while.
What did you want to know?
Two people.
A woman named Liz Hatton and a man with a scarred face.
Who are they and where are they?
Give me some help.
Scars on the left cheek, from the eye to the chin.
I've never seen them.
Must be new in town.
Liz is dark-haired in her mid-twenties.
How about it?
Do you know her?
Yes.
Oh, well, I hope he don't need a little money
to carry on the good work, keep up the fight.
Yeah.
How much?
Two thousand.
You're dreaming.
Nickel.
That's a hundred dollars here.
Girlfriend of Yale Lubin.
The D.A.'s got the heat on, so he's got
her in a flat on the West Side.
210 Beach Street.
Apartment 12.
If a man answers, duck.
All right.
Thanks.
Yes?
What is it, Max?
Max had a little accident.
What do you want?
The man with the scar.
I don't know what you're talking about.
That's because you're not listening.
Where is he?
Get out of here.
Look, Miss Hatton, you've got a serious problem.
In just what way?
In just this way.
You staged a fake murder in order to
implicate the DA's son.
There are going to be some charges made against you.
For what?
Let's take it alphabetically.
Collusion, complicity, conspiracy.
You can't prove a thing.
You'd like to believe that.
That threatening call to the DA was your first mistake.
Was it?
It was traced.
I don't believe you.
How do you think I got your address?
Well, I didn't make the call.
This wasn't my idea.
Whose idea was it?
Yale Lubin?
The shooting was just a frame to pressure the DA, huh?
Yes.
Who's the man with the scar?
Julian.
He's alive, isn't he?
Yes.
Where?
Listen to me.
A jury's going to listen to you, and
they're not going to like what they hear.
You're going to get about ten years, if you're lucky.
What do you want me to do?
Take me to the man with the scar.
I can't do that.
Maybe you'd rather explain this all down
to the police headquarters.
No.
All right.
I'll take you there.
Liz Hatton said the man with the scar
could be found at a restaurant in Chinatown.
Well, the thing was too simple, too packed.
Murder, framed or otherwise, is a calculated proposition.
Anyone capable of staging a murder
wouldn't give in as easily as she had.
There was a strong possibility that I was
being led into a trap.
But I had to find the man with the scar, even if it
meant taking a chance that he might find me first.
Tea, please.
Good evening, Mr. Gunn.
Hello.
I'm Yale Lubin.
Yeah.
Oh, you know me.
I know your record.
39 arrests, no convictions.
You've got a pretty good memory.
You've got a pretty good lawyer.
You didn't come here to talk about my legal affairs.
Why don't we have dinner and discuss it, huh?
I'm not hungry.
Not friendly either.
No.
All right, then.
He handles an automatic like he was born in Flatbush.
Now, what's on your mind?
Let's talk about the district attorney.
Dull subject.
I understand he's got a case against you coming up soon.
Misguided bit of civic zeal.
If you win the case, you'll get a nice
long trip on the state.
Unless that case is dropped tomorrow,
his son will be up for murder.
Let him prosecute that.
You can't make the murder rap stick.
Can't I?
Not without a corpse, a real one.
Not like the man with the scar.
What about the man with the scar?
You should educate him.
How's that?
Tell him not to get up after he's been shot.
If I see him, I'll tell him.
Why don't you let me see him?
I'll tell him.
Offhand, I would say you've seen too many people.
I'm not the social type.
I'm not even particular who my dinner companions are.
Maybe you should be.
Maybe you should be more careful with your frame-ups.
You didn't think the D.A.
would really fall for that threat, did you?
We have his son's coat, his fingerprints
on a gun, and the witness to the killing.
Might make a reasonable case.
If you had a corpse.
Now we have our corpse.
Oh, we will have it.
Oh, I don't think you'd be happy with me.
I move around too much.
Oh, we'll take care of that.
Look, let me off before you do anything.
Stay there.
I'm holding a gun under the table.
Oh, my God!
The jury was out only 30 minutes.
Pete.
Found Leuven guilty.
Recommended the maximum sentence.
Pete.
She should be eligible for parole in about 30 years.
What?
Leuven.
Yeah?
You don't look like it's so swell.
Well, I goofed.
You did?
The armor.
Huh?
Fell.
Oh.
Flat on the face.
Oh, don't worry about it.
I fixed something else.
There's a hit and comes up for trial next month.
I hope you like it.
The trial?
What'd I fix?
Well, it'll be fine.
The trial?
What'd you fix?
Well, it's ready.
Will it keep?
It's cold cuts.
They'll keep.
It'll keep.
Are they keep so you're wearing them?
Mm-hmm.
Yeah.
Well, they're like a team.
They're bored.
Thank you for watching.