On a stretch of road, two police officers pull over a car containing former bootlegger, current vice lord, and mobster Al Fusary. When his bodyguards protest, the officers shoot Fusary and his men dead and drive away...Read the full recap
Peter: The good and the bad of Al Fusary are a matter of record. As far as I'm concerned, it was mostly bad. But anyway you look at it, he was unique.The last of a rare breed who crawled out of a bathtub 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 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 over the way. For thirty years the undisputed vice lord of his own personal empire. He was unique... and he was dead.
Jacoby: What are you doing here?
Peter: I get around. Picnics, fish fries, funerals.
Peter: Nice guy, Emmett.
Peter: You could do worse.
Edie: I always do.
Peter: Tell Fallon Peter Gunn wants to see him.
Gunman: Peter? Go pick a peck of peppers.
Peter: Sometimes you get lucky. You take a chance on a bluff and it pays off. Most of the time when you get mixed up with men like Fallon, the wrong people get killed. This time was no exception.