[ Siren Wailing ]
Hello, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls.
My name is Jimmy Breslin. I'm a writer.
I write about New York, the city of my birth,
where I've lived and worked all my life--
the city that I love and hate both equally.
Today things are much different.
Business is booming up, up and up.
Crime is down, down, down.
Homicides are the lowest it's been since 1961 .
Well, it wasn't always like this.
This film is about a different time, a different place--
the good old days, the hot, blistering summer of 1977.
There are 8,000,000 stories in the naked city,
and this was one of them.
[ Dog Barking, Flies Buzzing ]
[ Man Panting ]
[ Man Shouting ] Shut that dog up!
Shut that dog! Shut that dog up!
[ Barking Continues ]
[ Man Yelling, Panting ]
Shut that dog up!
[ Yelling ]
* There was something in the air that night *
* The stars were bright *
*Fernando *
* They were shining there for you and me *
- **[ Continues ] - Wanna go to the beach tomorrow?
- Yeah, let's go toJones. - Yeah.
-[ Dog Barking ] -Oh, I have a hair appointment tomorrow.
- Tsk. Ah, I'll just cancel it. - Yeah.
-*If I had to do the same again * - Who's this?
- *I would, my friend * - Can we help you with something?
- [ Gunshot ] - [ Both Screaming ]
- [ Horn Honking ] - *If I had to do the same again *
*I would, my friend--*
*Boogie nights *
- *Boogie nights * - *Ain't no doubt *
* We are here to party *
- *Boogie nights * - * Come on out *
* Got to get it started *
*Dance with the boogie Get down *
* 'Cause boogie nights are always the best in town *
* Got to keep on dancin' Keep on dancin'*
- *Boogie nights * - * Get that groove *
*Let it take you higher *
- *Boogie nights * - *Make it move *
*Set this place on fire *
-*Dance with the boogie Get down * - Hey, Vinny, how ya doin'?
- **[ Continues ] - Hey, how ya doin'? Good to see you.
All right. Come right in, right in.
-[ Man ] Hey, good to see you. - Here you go.
- Dionna. - Don't spend it all in one place.
- Thank you. - Thank you.
*Boogie nights--*
*...to grow up in, let's find a place that's safe *
- *Somewhere far away * - You look stunning.
* With no blacks noJews and no gays *
* There but for the Grace of God *
* There go I Oh, I *
-* There but for the grace of God * - * Oh, God *
- * There go I, I, I, I, I * - Hey!
-*No blacks noJews and no gays * - Hey!
-* There but for the grace of God * - * Oh, God *
* There go I *
* Oh, I *
-* There but for the grace of God * - * Oh, God *
* There go I, I, I, I I, I, I, I, I *
* Carmen and the family *
*Left the dirty streets *
* To find a quiet place overseas *
*And year after year the kid has to hear *
* The do's and don'ts and the dids *
*And when she's ten years old she digs that rock 'n roll *
*But they banned it from the home *
-* There but for the grace of God * - *But for the grace of God *
* There go I *
* Oh, I *
- * There * - * There but for the grace of God *
- * God * - * There go I *
- * Oh, I * - *It could be me It could be you *
-* There but for the grace of God * - * Who could it be *
* There go I, I, I, I I, I, I, I, I *
**[ Song Changes ]
[ Crowd Cheering ]
Ah, you killed me out there.
- You looked good tonight. - You know that? You do.
- Oh, I do, do I? - You kill me.
- [ Chattering ] - You get me going.
Billy Martin? Everybody wants to talk to him.
- Hey, Dionna. How've you been? - Not too bad.
- Hey, what's up? - [ Dionna ] Hey,Joey T.
- Hey, sweetheart. - Hey, what's the score,Joey?
- Yankees three, A's two. Top of the ninth. - Nice!
- Aw, good, good. - Come on. Let me get you a drink.
Hey, Dionna, what's with your cousin? She's stuck up.
- Yeah, really. - Well, what do you want? She doesn't speak English.
Thank God. I thought I was losing my touch for a second.
- Well, you are, you know. - Hey, take it easy.
Mi chiamo Brian.
[ Speaking Italian ]
[ Laughing, Speaking Italian ]
- Shut up. - Oh, si, si, si.
Vinny, it's midnight. We got to take Chiara home.
- Hey, Dionna, I could take her home. - Let her speak Italian.
Oh, come on. That's all my father needs to see.
-We'll take you home. -No, baby. You stay here. I'll take her.
- Okay? You're having a good time. - Yeah?
- Yeah. I don't feel well. - You wanna go back?
- I'll go get some air. - You all right?
- Yeah. No, I just don't feel well. - Okay, sweetheart.
- I don't mind. I don't care. - All right.
- All right? - [Joey ] Hey, come on, have a shot.
- No, I gotta go. - Come on. What are you talking about?
- Come on! - Oh, have a shot. Come on, baby.
- Peer pressure. - To the Yankees!
[ Together] Yankees!
- That's horrible. - Ah, salut'.
Hey, Vinny! Vinny, pick me up a sandwich. B.L.T. Mustard, not mayo.
- All right, baby. - Okay. I love you.
[ Grunting, Panting ]
[ Speaking Italian ]
- Oh, Vincenzo. - Shit.
[ Horn Honking ]
I'm fuckin' coming! Oh, God!
Fuckin' son of a bitch.
[ Speaking Italian ]
Goddamn. Pull-Pull your panties back up. Come on.
- [ Grumbling In Italian ] - Goddamn it.
Shit. Fuckin' coming. [ Continues Muttering ]
- I don't deserve this shit. - [ Engine Starts ]
*I must have been through *
- Why do they have to come here and do that? - *About a million girls *
- Right in front of your house. - *I love 'em *
- Like dogs in heat. - *And I leave 'em alone *
- No class. No couth. - *I didn't care *
- Hey, I had a real good time tonight. - *How much they cried, no, sir *
- Are you busy tomorrow night? - * The tears left me *
- I'd really like to see you again. - * Cold as a stone *
- [ Dog Barking ] - *But then I fooled around *
*And fell in love *
*I fooled around and fell in love *
*Since I met you, baby *
*I fooled around and fell *
*In love *
-*I fooled around and fell in love * - [ Gunshots, Screaming ]
*Free, on my own *
* That's the way I used to be *
*But since I met you, baby *
*Love's got a hold on me *
-*I fooled around and fell in love * - *It's got a hold on me now *
*I fooled around and fell--*
**[ Disco ]
*Doobie-doo Run, run, run *
*Doobie-doo * [ Continues, Indistinct ]
Dionna!
-* 'Cuz you been mean to me * - *Fun, fun, fun *
-*And I've been good to you * - *Run, run, run *
- Hey, where's my sandwich? - Oh, shit.
- Ohhh. - Shit. I forgot, baby. I forgot. I'm sorry.
- Oh, baby, I got the munchies. I'm hungry. - Come on, let's dance.
- Forget the munchies. - I don't want to dance. Let's just go. Let's go.
- You wanna go? - Let's go to the diner and have some breakfast.
- Some eggs or something, you know? And then we go home. - All right.
- You don't wanna dance some more? - I'll dance on the way out.
You follow me. I want my breakfast.
- You look beautiful. - Thank you, but I want my breakfast.
You danced so great tonight, baby.
Ah, 'cause you're beautiful. That's why.
[ Moans, Chuckles ]
Ah, don't stop. It feels so good.
What-- What took you so long?
- I just stopped to take a leak. - [ Sniffing ]
I drank too much tonight, you know?
Where? At the house?
Come on! What, are you writin' a book or somethin'?
No, I'm just asking.
Yeah. Yeah, you're asking. Sure.
I just asked you what took you so long.
- I didn't accuse you of anything. - I know, sweetie pie.
You danced beautifully tonight too, you know?
- It was a lot of fun. - [ Siren Wailing ]
Hey, officer, what the hell happened over here? What's going on?
Come on. To your right, now.
[ Police Radio, Indistinct ]
- Cruz, baby, que pasa? - Double homicide.
- Yeah? .44-Caliber Killer? - Looks like that.
I'm gonna see what's going on, okay? You stay right here.
- Aw, geez, what a mess. - Looks like somebody died out here tonight.
- Hey, guy, what's up? - I live over here, okay?
Oh.
These are victims six and seven. The shit's gonna hit the fan.
[ Chattering Continues ]
Petrocelli, you're gonna like this part. He left a note.
No shit? He left a note?
Who is this guy? Fuckin' William Shakespeare?
Yes, Lou, this could be the break.
[ Petrocelli ] Somebody bag this.
Get one of our boys to take it down to forensics.
[ Officer ] Eddie, let's get a shot.
[ Camera Shutter Clicking ]
[ Petrocelli ] Hey! Hey, Vinny! You can't be there!
Come on, get outta there! Get away from there!
Come on, get behind the line! Come on!
- Come on, let's go. - Get behind the yellow tape. Come on, come on, come on.
-Let's go. -Get him outta here. Get him outta here.
Come on.
Six and seven, Lou, like you said.
[ Chattering Continues ]
[ Officer ] There's nothing more to see here, folks.
- What time they find 'em? - 1 0:20.
Who found 'em?
[ Chattering Continues ]
- [ Gagging ] - Oh, my God!
Vincent, what's--
[ Coughing ]
Oh, my God. Are you all right?
Baby, move over. Move over.
I'm sorry. You're gonna have to drive, okay?
All right. Wh-What happened? What's wrong?
I just saw the bodies.
- The bodies? - [ Panting ] He's back.
- Somebody got killed? - The .44-Caliber Killer is back.
- Baby, please take me home. Come on, I gotta get outta here. - [ Engine Starts ]
Victims six...
[ Flies Buzzing ]
seven.
[ Man On Radio ] All news, all the time.
This is WINS.
**[ StationJingle ]
You give us 22 minutes,: we'll give you the world.
- WINS news time at the tone, 3:00. - [ Time Tone ]
It happened again last night. More terror, more bloodshed.
The.44-Caliber Killer striking again, leaving two more dead.
The police have recovered a note left by the killer at the murder scene,
but have not released its contents to the press.
And so parents continue their vigil, warning their children not to go out,:
keeping their daughters home, afraid to have them park in Lover's Lane...
- [ Sighs ] - for fear they'll be another victim of the mad killer.
It's hot and hazy and humid. People trying to out at night, but they're afraid to.
They're afraid to walk the streets, afraid this mad killer will strike again,
shooting them down in cold blood.
- [ People Chattering ] - Good morning, Ma.
- Ritchie! - Not a good morning for me. I'm losing.
Couldn't you put some clothes on?
- Morning? It's 3:30 in the afternoon. - Nice. Nice tux, Ed.
It's your mother's idea. She got me a gig with a wedding band.
-That's what my career's boiled down to. -Can I borrow 50 bucks, Ma?
- Whoa, whoa, whoa! - I gotta get my car fixed.
- Sure. Take it from the kitty. - That kitty's for our food!
This is what I'm talking about with this kid.
Hey, Ritchie, how about working for a living?
- Only the colored and Spanish live off of welfare. - Mind your own business.
What, I gotta sing for $75 tonight, and he get's 50? No, no, no, no, no, no.
Twenty dollars, and you should make him work the game.
All right, but he's not gonna work the game. Ritchie, take $20.
- I'm out. -[ Man ] Do you have anything cold to drink?
[ Chattering ]
- Thanks, Ma. - Shitty hand, as usual.
- Hey, Ritchie. - What?
You hear about them kids that got shot last night?
- What kids? - Bad thing. Real bad thing.
[ Chattering In Italian ]
[ Children Squealing ]
[ Girl ] Barracuda!
Get out of the water.
-Just a minute, Mommy. - You've had enough.
[ Man ] Come on, come on!
[ Men Speaking Italian ]
What the hell? [ Continues, Indistinct ]
Hey, guys, I've been buying the Post and the Daily News all week.
It would be nice to get some money back.
Boy, you got some set of balls. You should be payin' us money just to be standin' here.
- I been spendin'a lot of money. - Oh, come on, will ya?
[Joey ] Shut the fuck up, all right? Just listen to this.
''Although police officials declined to discuss the contents of the note,
our unofficial source said it was written by a homicidal maniac,
a real sicko who lives in a nightmare world.''
-Joey, do I look pale to you? - You look all right, Vin.
Hey, Anthony, do I look pale to you?
Yeah, you look like a piece of mozzarella.
- You guys are fuckin' funny. - Holy shit! Look at this.
They got a map of all the killings. This is our neighborhood.
- There's Layton Avenue. -Joe, look. We're famous.
Let me see that.
You know, I'd lay five-to-one the killer's from right here.
You think the killer's from around here?
Don't you think we'd notice a sicko like that? Come on,Joey.
What do you think makes them sickos, you idiot? You don't notice 'em.
You think this was some random killing?
You think he just pulled off the highway?
You don't think he knew where he was going?
-Joey, I need another 'lude. - You just popped it.
- Give it a couple minutes. - It's not working for me. Give me another one. Come on.
- Don't be fuckin' cheap. - Hey, Vinny, man, that was some heavy shit you saw.
- I'd be freaking out if I was you. - Yeah, I am.
Yo, Vinny, man, I'd be freaked out too, since the killer knows you saw him.
- What do you mean the killer saw me? - He might think you're a witness.
- You could be number eight. - I'm serious, man. I saw this on a news show.
- If he caught your license plate, he knows where you live. - They hang around.
- You think I'm number eight? - I'm serious.
- Yeah, 'cause the guy-- they hang around. - They stick around.
Oh, shut the fuck up! I only saw victims.
- They look-- - Fuck you. I didn't see nobody.
Don't start spreadin' that shit, fuckin' asshole!
Hey, what's the matter? Will you leave him alone?
Oh, that's real funny, right? Ha-ha!
- What's the matter? You can't take a joke? - No, I can't!
- Vinny, Vinny, relax. - Come on. We're playin' with you.
Here, here, come on. Take a half a 'lude.
- You fuckin'asshole. - Go home and get some sleep, all right?
- Fuckin'guy can't take a joke. - Leave him alone.
One fuckin' 'lude ain't gonna work on this guy. Look at his face.
Why don't you guys go fuckin'take a walk?
We were just jokin'. Holy shit! Look at this fuckin'creature!
Hey, guys, I got lobsters. Live lobsters.
- What do you got there, Woodstock? Lobsters? - Live lobsters, two dollars each.
What, are you stealing lobster traps now? Those guys are gonna shoot you.
- If they catch me. - Where were you last night? You shoot two people?
- I only shoot heroin. - These lobsters are broke.
- And they're half dead. What is this shit? - They're two dollars each.
Get the fuck outta here with your broke, half-dead lobsters!
Joey, these are good. You can make a brisque.
- Brisque this, you junkie! -Joey, I'm gonna go cold turkey.
- Yeah, cold turkey that! - Aw, come on! What do you gotta do that for?
[ Cockney Accent ] You ain't Bruce Lee. Stop kicking Woodstock.
- Is that Ritchie? - Yeah.
What the hell happened to you? Look at this freak.
Nice outfit. You get it off the dead?
[ Brian ] I thought vampires only came out at night.
Yeah, 'cept on leap year. What's happening, guys?
Don't give us that ''What's happening'' bullshit.
You come back to the neighborhood lookin' like a fuckin' freak,
soundin'like a British fag, we're supposed to be okay with that?
You're fuckin' right. How's your wife and kid,J.T.?
I got divorced. Moved back in with my mother.
Look,Joey. A dollar each.
- Go home and O.D. Go fuck yourself!. - Shut up!
I'll take five dollars for the whole fuckin' bag.
All right, all right, all right. Here, here.
- Here's your five dollars. Now get the fuck outta here. - Get outta here.
- Woodstock, I need some smoke. - [Joey ] No, I'm handling that now.
What do you want? I got nickels.
Yeah? All right. I'll take two then.
[ Anthony ] Hey, Ritchie, you heard about the killer?
Yeah, yeah, I heard. What's the matter, Vin? Not gonna say hello?
Hello. And where the fuck were you last night, huh?
You drove right past me outside the club.
Will you do me a favor and just drop this stupid accent and talk to me for real, huh?
- Huh? - All right.
So why didn't you come in? We could've talked or something.
I wasn't really dressed for disco dancing.
- [ Mocking ] Look at this jerk-off. - Come on!
- He was dressed for Halloween, this fuckin'goblin. - Leave him alone.
Hey, porcupine, Vinny saw the dead bodies last night.
- You saw the bodies? - [ Vinny ] Yeah, I saw the bodies.
I was on my way home. But I didn't see him, all right?
I didn't see no fuckin' killer, you numbnuts, so don't fuckin' spread that word around.
[ Car Approaching ]
[ Anthony ] Hey, here comes Ruby the skank. Ruby!
Yeah, but I thought you said your parents were in Hawaii.
First Europe, then Hawaii.
You know, Ron, we've been dating for three weeks now,
and all you ever do is take me to motels.
'Kay? You wanna see me again?
You introduce me to your parents.
Must you continually bring up my parents?
- What? Are you getting out of the car? - Yeah, I gotta go.
What about our weekend in the Catskills?
I've already paid for the room.
Yeah? Well, then you can go there and you can jerk off.
- 'Cause that's what you are, a real fuckin'jerk-off. - Fuck you, you dago wop skank!
- Whoa! - Hey, what did you say?
- ''Dago wop skank''? What are you? Fuckin'nuts? - This doesn't concern you.
- Shut your fuckin' mouth! That's my fuckin' sister! - Stay away from the car.
- Get the fuck out of the car! Get out of the car! - [ Anthony Shouting ]
- [ Tires Screeching ] - [ Indistinct Shouting ]
You fucker! [ Continues Shouting ]
- Move your ass! - Come on!
- [ Laughing ] - Go back home, pretty boy!
[ All Laughing ]
He ain't showin' his face around here again, baby.
Hey, Ruby, come over here. I'm horny. I mean lonely.
- I need a hug. - Then go home to your mother.
Twat you say? I cunt hear.
I have an in-fuck-tion in my ear.
Don't you assholes ever grow up?
What the fuck is your problem? I mean--
- Ruby! - Hey, is that Ritchie?
- That freak don't want you. - Get the fuck out of here. Ugh!
Ritchie, hey! How are you?
- Hey, Ruby. - How ya doin'? You look good.
- Aw, you look great. - Good enough to eat?
Hey, I like the new look. What, it's punk?
Yeah. You should come to the city sometime.
- Maybe check out my band. - [ Brian ] Yeah, they really suck.
- Yeah, they suck really good. Just like you, Ruby. - Come on. Relax.
Yeah, I learned from your mother, dick.
- You gonna let your sister talk that way to me? - [ Brian ] She's my half-sister.
- Come on, get lost. - [ Ruby ] Leave me the fuck alone.
- You live in Manhattan now? - I did as of last night. I got evicted.
- Oh. - Will you stop talking like that?
Hey, you've been in London too?
No, but it's-- it's all in the attitude. It's all in the attitude.
[ Cockney Accent ] ''In the attitude.''
Well, I-I gotta go. My father's gonna kill me. I'll see you.
- It was great seeing you. - Yeah, you too. You look good.
- [ Chattering ] - You take care of yourself, Ruby.
- Yeah. - Be careful. Ritchie, come here. I wanna talk to you.
- Yo, see you later. - Take it easy on the rebound.
[ Man Shouting, Indistinct ]
- Whoa, whoa. - Oh. You tryin' to knock me down?
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow down.
Relax. It's okay.
[ Vinny ] Don't tell nobody. It's between you and me.
Now, it's bad enough that I balled her, right?
But then some sick side of me had to drive Dionna right past the spot...
where I was just sticking it up her cousin's ass, you know?
Shit. And that's where I saw the dead bodies, right there.
You know what? God spared me. He spared me, man.
- [ Chuckles ] - 'Cause it's a fuckin' omen. No, I'm serious.
He fuckin'-- He let me go. What the fuck could this mean?
It means something. What do you think it means?
I don't know. What do you think it means?
I think God's tellin' me that I'm gonna burn in hell if I don't stop cheatin'.
[ Footsteps ]
- Didn't I tell you you weren't ready to get married? - Yeah.
Didn't I? You don't fuckin' listen.
'Cause I fuckin' thought I was gonna stop cheatin' when I got married, you know?
I thought so. And now I'm just fuckin' cheatin' a lot more than I ever did.
But I thought--you know, I thought the man up there understood.
I thought He under-- would fuckin'understand.
- God has got nothing to do with this, Vin. - Oh, come on, Ritchie.
Yes, He does. Yes, He does.
God is tellin' me, ''You shouldn't be doing these things with your wife.''
- That's what He's tellin' me. - What things?
- Don't be stupid. You know. - What?
You know, butt-fucking, 69, doggie style.
And that's the message. God is saying, ''You gotta cut that shit out.
- Aw, come on! - Otherwise, I'm not gonna spare you the next time.''
That's what God's telling me.
Now, Ritchie, I'm telling you, I swear, I think the guy saw my license plate.
I think he's after me. I'm telling you, I'm gonna be number eight. My life is over.
- I'm gonna die. - You don't gotta worry...
about anybody comin' after you or any omen.
What the fuck am I gonna do?
What am I gonna do? What if I can't stop?
- What if I got some sort of hang-up, you know? - You don't got any hang-ups.
You know, once you're deviated, you can't go back. You know that.
Why don't you just tell Dionna you like these things, and, you know, maybe she'll do it.
- Come on. You don't do that shit with your wife. - Why not?
- Nah, it's a fuckin' sin. - Oh, please.
''Please, can I put it up your ass, please? Just one time. ''
- Don't fuckin' make fun of me, man. - Ow! Stop.
- '' Let me put it up your ass.'' - Shut up.
''Oh, Dionna--''
All right. What do you want me to tell you? Get a fuckin' divorce then.
Divorce is fuckin' evil, Ritchie. You got some fuckin' really bad advice.
'' Evil'' spelled backwards is ''live.''
You're a corny fuck, you know that?
Dionna? Dionna, I gotta talk to you.
What are you doing here? Vinny, what are you doing here?
- I just gotta talk to you for a minute, okay? - Now?
Honey, we're in trouble. We're in the weeds. We got Luigi here, and we're not ready.
-Just sit down here by me. Shhh. - Vinny.
- What's wrong with you? - I just need to talk to you for a minute, please.
And listen to me for once, okay?
Could you? Could you do that for me?
- All right. - All right?
Now, what I saw last night made me think about a lot of things, okay?
It opened up my eyes really wide to everything.
And those murders made me realize...
how much I love you.
I love you, Dionna.
And I swear to God-- I swear, I promise--
I promise you and I promise God that I'm gonna be the best husband...
that you ever had in your entire life.
If I had eight tongues, it wouldn't be enough to tell you how much I love you.
- Okay. You swear to God? - I swear to God, I love you.
Okay.
[ Both Chuckling ]
I'm so sorry about everything. I love you so dearly.
Baby, um, I'm in the middle of work.
I got-- Dad's in trouble, and I gotta get stuff out.
Oh, make up some excuse, and then come with me. Let's go somewhere.
- Oh, baby, I can't. - I'll take you out to dinner. I'll take you anywhere.
Why don't you stay here? I'll make you something really nice.
I'll be done here in 20 minutes. Sit down. I'll get you a glass of wine.
- I don't want to wait 20 minutes. - A glass of wine.
Daddy, Luigi's veal. He's waiting.
He'll wait. He'll wait.
How's that husband Vinny of yours? He's all right?
Well, he was all shook up, but he's-- he's a lot better now.
- Thank God. - How about you, Daddy? You don't seem so good today?
How am I doing? I'm concerned, okay?
I'm very worried about your safety.
Did you see those parents on television crying for their kids?
I don't want to be on the news talking about the daughter I used to have.
[ Man ] When's the food coming? Tomorrow?
[ Man #2 ] Get rid of this thing too. It's disgusting.
- Hi. Here's your order. - Ahh, nice. Thank you, honey.
- Beautiful, beautiful. - Thank you for waiting.
- Tell your father he's a great man. - That looks great. Thank you.
- Thank you, honeybunch. - So long, sweetie.
- Give me a little pasta. - You want some over here, Luigi?
- Yeah. - [ Man #2 ] Okay, enough.
Luigi, look who's here. Starsky and Hutch.
What, are we double-parked outside or somethin'? [ Chuckles ]
You gonna invite us to sit or what?
You both got asses. Feel free to use 'em.
Mario? Mario!
Si, Signor Luigi?
Two setups for New York's finest.
Ah, sure, paisan.
You're gonna invite us to a meal? You know that's against regulations.
You sit at my table, you eat.
Nobody's counting, huh? Sit down.
Detective, you ever have veal Sorrentino?
- Uh, no, I haven't. - Well, you're gonna have it now.
- Sounds delicious. - That's Italian for veal delight.
- Yeah? What is it? - It's Italian food.
- Veal what? - Italian food. Veal Sorrentino.
- Grazie. - You need your energy to catch the criminals of the world.
Really? I like that.
That's good. Sorrentino, here you go.
- Try and catch this one. - [ Chuckles ]
Mm-hmm. Compliments to the chef. Yeah.
Your partner ever tell you he ran errands for me when he was a kid?
- No. - Yeah.
When he was a pipsqueak, too small even to piss straight.
- No, he never told me that. - [ Luigi Chuckles ] Never told you other things.
Luigi, my partner knows I'm from the neighborhood. Can we get down to business?
What business?
We need your help.
What do you want me to do? Arrest myself?
[ All Laughing ]
You know, I wish this was a joking matter, but it's not. It's very serious.
I want to talk to you about this crazy son of a bitch killer.
We need your help.
You got a hundred cops on the task force.
You need my help? I'm only a plumber.
Luigi,you know I wouldn't be here if I didn't have to be.
I'm asking you: This guy, how many people did he kill?
Three, four, five?
And with no disrespect, Detective, in Harlem last night,
your people, the coloreds, how many of each other did they kill?
- Seven, eight? - Eight, nine, at least.
And on Saturday, 20, if we're lucky.
- [ Laughing ] - Okay, I'm out. I'm out.
- Take it easy. Sit, sit, sit. - So... so!
So... why didn't you ask me who killed them ?
Huh? Not enough, uh, press in it for ya?
Not enough Post or Daily News headlines?
Look, there's a homicidal maniac runnin' around the neighborhood.
- You don't wanna do anything about it? - Hmm.
You have been busting my balls ever since you got promoted.
Now, why is that? Wasn't I good to you when you were a kid?
Didn't I take you to Yankee Stadium?
Didn't you meet Mickey Mantle?
He signed a baseball, ''To Louie, from Mickey Mantle. ''
Motherfuck the Mick. Willie Mays was the man.
- Get outta here. Mick was the guy. - Oh, fuck you.
- He was the guy. Come on. - [ Luigi ] All right, enough, enough.
And then the family--your family-- Didn't I take care of them?
I treated you like a son.
And now you have the balls to come here and ask me to do you a favor?
Never!
When you wanted to become a cop, did you come and ask me?
Did you ask for my blessing? No.
And you could've been a great plumber, as good as me.
[ Sighs ]
I'm gonna read you something, but it can't leave this table.
Not even the newspapers know about this.
Read it.
'' Dear sir, I am deeply hurt by the newspaper calling me a woman hater.
I'm not. But I am a monster. I'm a little brat.
-[ Son Of Sam ] I am the Son of Sam. - I am the Son of Sam.
- Sam loves to drink blood. -Sam loves to drink blood.
''Go out and kill,'' commands Father Sam.
[ Son Of Sam ] Behind our house some rest.
Mostly young, raped and slaughtered, their blood drained.
Just bones now.
- [ Yelling ] - Papa Sam keeps me locked in the attic too.
- Shut that dog up! - I can't get out.
[ Barking ]
Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!
When I look out the attic window and watch the world go by,
- [ Yelling Continues ] - I feel like an outsider.
I am on a different wavelength than everybody else.
Programmed to kill.
Do you know where--
- No! - [ Screams ]
However, to stop me you must kill me.
I am the monster.
- Beelzebub. Beelzebub. - Beelzebub. The chubby behemoth.
I love to hunt.
[ Flies Buzzing ]
Prowling the streets, looking for fair game.
It must be the water they drink.
[ Woman ] Help me.
[ Son Of Sam ] I live for the hunt. My life.
Blood for Papa.
Sir, I don't want to kill anymore.
No, sir, no more.
But I most honor thy father.
[ Screaming ] No!
- [ Flashbulbs Popping ] - I want to make love to the world.
I love people. I don't belong on Earth.
Return me to yahoos.
I want to wish you all a happy Easter.
May God bless you in this life and the next.
And for now, I say good-bye and good night.
[ Women Chattering In Italian ]
- Somebody help me! - Police, let me haunt you with these words.
I'll be back.
- I'll be back. - I'll be back.
To be interpreted as bang-bang-bang, bang-bang-bang.
Yours in murder, Mr. Monster.''
- HolyJesus Christ. - Holy shit.
Will you excuse me for a minute, Atwater?
[ Whispering ] Luigi...
sugno oggi ca perche ho tanto respetto para Sia.
Chiesto, chiesto madman es uno nostro.
Come on. Aiutome.
Non te preoccupare.
Ci penso io per iddu.
Grazie. Grazie.
Basket catch.
Hey, pally, that catch in the '54 series--
[ Announcer ] There's a long drive way back to center field.
- [ Crowd Cheering ] - Way back! And it is caught!
- Oh, my God! - He got lucky.
[ Man Singing With Stereo ] *I'm gonna love you *
*Like nobody's ever loved you *
- When you sang that song, I fell in love with you. - Oh,yeah.
* Come rain or come shine *
- Eddie Sabatini. - That's me, baby.
Eddie Sabatini!
- *High as a mountain * - Come here.
* Deep as a river * - [ Laughing ]
- * Come rain or come shine * - Oh, baby, come here.
* Da-da-da, yeah *
- *Just when you met me * - [ Keys Rattling ]
- * It was just one of those things * - Oh, baby!
*But don't, don't you ever bet me *
- Oh, my God, Ma! - Oh, my God! Ritchie!
- I'm sorry! - Get outta here, Ritchie!
- Oh,Jesus! - Ritchie!
[ Eddie ] Now go inside, Helen! Jesus! Bad timing, kid. No, no, no!
- I'm sorry. - Get in here now! Get in here. Get in here.
Come on, kid. We're still newlyweds here.
Goddamn it, Ritchie! We don't see you for a month!
- [ Quiet Chattering ] - You come back. You're gone for a week.
- You come back again! You come, you go! - I'm sorry.
Look, look, look. Thing is, your mother and I have been talking.
She packed your shit up. We want you to stay in the garage now.
I'm not stayin' in the fuckin' garage.
- This is not the fuckin' Sherry-Netherland. - Use the fuckin' bedroom!
- What are you doing here? - It's your mother and I's house.
We can do whatever the fuck we want! You're too old to be staying here anyway.
You should be happy that we're lettin' you stay in a fuckin' garage.
- Ma, this guy's kickin' me out! - Helen!
- He's makin' me live in the garage! - Talk to this fuckin' kid.
- Ma, I can't believe this. - Helen, talk to him!
- He's kicking me out of my own house, Ma! - It won't be bad in the garage.
I'll give you money to fix it up.
You can play your guitar loud, whatever you want!
- I want to d-- - Your mother and I,
we need our fuckin' privacy, okay?
Now, from now on, I want you to ring the fuckin' front doorbell.
You got that? Ring the front doorbell. Give me your keys.
- Give me the keys right now. Come on, give me the keys. - I ain't givin' you--
- What are you, fuckin' 1 2? Helen, talk to this fuckin'-- - Ma! Ma!
- Helen! - Ma? What are you doin', Ma?
- Please don't fuckin' do this to me. - Oh, Ritchie, stop it.
- I fuckin' hate you, you fuckin' fat piece of shit! - Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Ritchie, get back here! - Helen, it's him or me!
- Eddie, he is my son, goddamn it! - Now I got a case of blue balls!
- You happy? Huh? - Eddie!
[ TVAnchorman ] The Son of Sam killer who has been targeting...
young women with shoulder-length hair...
has caused panic-stricken brunettes to run to their hairdressers...
to dye their hair blonde as protection against this madman.
But if you come in earlier, I can't do your color.
[ Vinny ] Ruby, how come you don't come around no more?
So you'll come in at 4:00 and we'll take care of you.
Be careful the way your life's going, huh?
By the time you get to the altar you might say ''I did''instead of''I do. ''
Shut up. You sound like my fuckin' father. All right, Vinny?
- Yeah, but I'm not your father, am I? Huh? - No.
Hey, Vinny, I heard you saw the killer.
- Who told you that shit? -Just heard it around the neighborhood.
Well, I didn't see anybody, okay? Just remember that.
Okay. Look, thanks for the haircut.
- [ Whispers ] Use it. - * Come on a dance with me *
- See ya, Ruby. - [ Scoffs ]
* Gentlemen get on your feet *
* Come on and dance with me *
- Congratulations. You just realized you were married. - Yeah, well, I'm tryin'.
- Does Gloria need a shampoo girl? - Hey, Gloria!
- You need a shampoo girl? - What do you think?
Ah, there you go. See?
What about Dionna? She need waitresses?
- Nah, she got somebody last week. - I need a job!
I mean, I'm smart, I'm young, I'm pretty. You know--
- Yeah, well,you got two out of three right there. - Shut up.
[ Cockney Accent ] Hi. If it isn't Warren '' Beauty.''
Hey, I get more ass than he does any day, you fuck.
- Hey, Ritchie. - Hey, Ruby, how ya been?
You know, I copped that Who's Next album. I was thinking about you.
- They're great, right? - Yeah.
Fuckin', those guys are like the godfathers of punk. You know that?
- You know that song ''Baba O'Riley''? - Uh-huh.
That's my favorite song. You know who wrote that?
- Englebert Humperdinck? - Mm-mm.
What,you don't think I know? Come on, I know. Pete Townsend.
- How'd you know that? - I read the album credits.
I mean, the only thing I don't get is...
why are those four guys pissing on a big rock?
- Like in a photo shoot, they were all drinking. - Are you two getting married?
- Can I get to work? - Are you jealous?
- [ Scoffs ] Please. - I need a favor.
- What's goin' on? - Fuckin' Eddie's got me movin' into the garage.
- My fuckin' mother's goin' along with it. - What do you want me to do?
- Loan me $20. - Ah, get outta here.
- Come on. - Ah, you beggar, you.
- No, wait. The garage could be cool. - Fuck that!
No, forget that.Just come and stay with me. Dionna'll take care of you.
Seriously, no. You could fix it up. Huh? Have privacy.
I mean, really. Fuck livin' in the house. Hey, you know what I'll tell ya,
I'll live in the fuckin' garage, you stay with my fuckin' crazy family.
I'll live in my fuckin' car before I do that shit.
I'll right, here. Shut up and take 50, all right?
- Don't ever say I never gave you nothin'. - Are you loaded these days?
-And use it well, all right? - Thank you.
Fifty bucks? Fifty fuckin'bucks?
I can turn that place into a palace with 50 bucks.
Hey, I'm not doin' anything later.
You know, I'll come by, and I'll help you decorate.
- You know what that means. [ Laughing ] - Shut up!
Might as well use this psycho killer as an excuse.
Go ahead... blonde me.
- [ Humming ] - You did a good job. I could dig it, you know?
Maybe I can be an interior decorator.
- Huh? - You could be whatever you want, I think.
[ Coughs, Laughs ] Sure.
- Yeah. - Well, you really mean that?
Of course I mean that.
Mmm. I don't know.
I figure, you're born into a slot, you know, and that's life.
Ruby, come on. You gotta stop with those negative vibes,you know?
You hang around with those spirit snipers, they're gonna steal your light.
- You're too young for that. - Uh-huh.
[ Exhales Smoke ]
What are you doing?
[ Sighs ]
Hey, come on. Come on, come on, come on. You don't gotta do that.
- Hmm-hmm. - Ruby, Ruby, stop, please.
You don't gotta do that. Don't do it.
- Where are you goin'? - I'm gonna go.
- I didn't say to go. - Well, you didn't exactly say you wanted me to stay.
Stay.
[ Humming ]
It's good. [ Continues Humming ]
[ Vinny ] Hi, baby. How ya doin'? I'm sorry. I-I--
Yeah, I'll be home. Will you--
Yeah, I'll be an hour.
You know her. Come on.
- **[ Radio: ''Best Of My Love''] - It's a last-minute thing.
I didn't know she was coming, okay? Calm down.
Of course I do. Come on. Not now, all right? Okay.
Toni-- Bye. I gotta go, okay?
Just-- [ Kissing Sound ]
I'm telling you, Vinny, she can't give you what you want.
Yeah, let's not talk about her, okay?
*Feel a strange love and affection *
- [ Chuckles ] - Oh, my God.
*I like the way you make me feel about you, baby *
*I want the whole wide world to see *
- [ Both Moaning ] - * Whoa, whoa,you've got the best of my love *
* Whoa, whoa,you've got the best of my love *
- * Whoa, whoa,you've got the best of my love * - Gloria.
* Whoa, whoa,you've got the best of my love *
- **[ Continues ] - I'm feeling a little guilty now.
- Now? - Yeah, and I'm-- I'm thinking I--
- I'm just trying to be a good husband right now. - Aw, Geez.
- I just don't feel like we can do it. - You know, Vinny,
you're like a friggin' yo-yo, back and forth, forth and back.
Let's do it, let's not do it. You know what, Vinny? Let's just not do it.
- Okay? That's it. - [ Mumbling ]
You think you're the only one who's got feelings? I got a husband at home.
I know. I 1 00 percent agree with you. Absolutely.
- What do you want me to say? - You're a selfish bastard. You're a selfish bastard.
- I know I'm fuckin' selfish. - You started this. I didn't start this.
- I know it's my fault. - Put your clothes on. Put your fuckin' clothes on.
Clothes I put on your back.
- [ Slap ] - **[ Continues ]
* Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh *
- Maybe we should do it one more time, huh? - Come on.
- How about one more time? - Oh, Vinny, stop.
- [ Both Moaning ] - * Oh, oh, oh, oh *
-* You've got the best of my love * - Vinny.
- Come on, beg me for it. - Oh, come on, Vinny.
-* Givin'you the best of my love * - Oh, Vinny. Come on.
* You've got the best of my love *
-* Oh, giving you the best of my love * - [ Quiet Chattering ]
You know, with that reward money, I'm gonna start a college fund for my daughter.
Yeah? I'd by a yacht. Like Hugh Hefner, I'd get Playboy bunnies walking around.
- [ Squishing Noises ] - You can't get a yacht with ten grand.
You're gonna wind up with a row boat with two Puerto Rican skanks.
- What are you talkin' about? - When I get that money,
I'm gonna take my parents home to Sicily for a whole fuckin' month.
Hey, what did I tell you about your filthy mouth in front of my daughter?
- I apologize. - That's your daughter?
- Yeah, she's Daddy's little sweetheart. - Hey, there.
- Daddy! - Whoa, whoa, whoa! Don't touch her!
- What's the matter with you? Come here, sweetheart. - I didn't do nothin'.
What'd you do, man? It's all right. Daddy's here.
What, you dress like that, you don't think it's gonna have an effect on a baby?
- I'm sorry. - It's all right, sweetheart. It's okay. You okay?
Ooh, don't look at that scary guy. Come here.
Go over-- Go play with your friends, okay? Get away from him.
Give me more reasons to hate your ass.
I'm back!
[ Anthony ] Give me back the 1 5 I lent you last week.
[ Brian ] What are you talk-- I gave you the $ 1 5.
- What do you want? - Two nicks.
- Hello, Brian. - He-Hey! Bobby the fairy! How's it hangin', huh?
That's Mrs. Del Fiore to you, sweetheart. And don't wear it out.
[ Chuckles ] Is that Ritchie?
Well, hello, stranger. Long time no see.
Very Lower East Side. I like it.
- I'll take two,Joey. - Two what? Two dicks?
I'll take yours and Ritchie's. Double the pleasure, double the fun.
Here, suck on these two nickels. Just give me the money.
Let's go. Come on, come on, come on. Come on.
- This money better not be sticky, either. - There-There you go.
Thank you.
It said in the Post the killer's a woman hater.
That's you, Bobby. You could be the killer.
- .44-Caliber Queer. - Pow! Pow! Pow!
- A real ''homo-cidal'' maniac. - He's guilty. Put him through the penal system.
Well, only if I can have you as my cell mate.
- How 'bout that, you motherfucker? - Ah, shit!
You asshole! You fucking asshole! I hate you!
Come on, don't burn him! He's a paying customer!
- He's a fuckin' homo! - Ridiculous, man.
Look, I gotta go drop the kid off with her mother. I'll see you later.
- See you later at the club? - Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Joey, can you give me and Ruby a lift to the subway?
Fuck no. You made her cry once already. Come on. Sweetheart.
- Come on, princess. Princess, come on. - Daddy!
- Hey, Ruby! - Come on, let's go.
Daddy, Daddy, let's go home!
- So what's goin' on with you and Ruby? - What? She's my date.
- Your date? She's goin' on a date with you? - Yeah. Yeah.
Hey, Ritch, why buy the cow when everybody else is gettin' the milk and steaks for free?
I like the cow.
Brian, do me a favor. Give me and Ruby a lift.
Come on, man. I'm fuckin' busy. You can ride your cow to the subway.
Hey, cows don't fit in Corvettes. I'm sorry, Ritch.
You're serious? You're not gonna give me a lift?
You know, Ritch. Nothin'for nothin',
but are you startin' to get the feelin' that maybe you're not that welcome around here?
I mean, do I got to spell it out for you?
Nah, it's clear.
[ Man ] What you got this time? 'Cause I heard it before from you.
You know, and I got in trouble from you. That's 'cause you sent me chicken.
I don't need no chicken. I don't need no trouble from the law.
- Thank you very much. Hold on a sec. - Hey.
Let me get back to you, okay? I'm working. Somebody's gotta make some money here.
- Hey, man. - Ritchie.
- This is Ruby. - Ruby.
- This is Midnite. - Hello.
- Let me do a show tonight. - Got enough performers today.
- One show. - One show?
I got rules, Ritchie, and you know the rules.
Five shows a day, seven days a week.
- I know. - You know, but if I break the rules for you,
- I'm gonna have every little punk comin' up here... - I just need some moolah.
every time they need a dime bag.
- Relax. One show. - ''Just one show. Relax.''
- This girl's special to me. - Oh, well, then you appeal to my sense of romantic.
Uh-huh. Let me see how special she is.
- What color panties you have on, honey? - Hey.
- Let me see. What color? I just want to see color. - Cut it out.
- You tell me she's special. Blue. Okay, blue. - Stop. You're bein' rude.
- What are you doin'? - Go ahead.
**[ Woman Vocalizing ]
**[ Woman Singing In French ]
He's got a pretty cock. Nice size. You're a lucky girl.
Yeah, thanks.
- You in the business, baby? - Business?
Yeah. You strip? You do fuck flicks? What's your shtick, baby?
No, I'm-I'm not in the business.
Girl, you're way too hot to be giving it away.
You're so hot, you make me wish I was a lesbian.
**[ French Continues ]
- [ Bouncer] How are you doing, guys? - Hey.
- Go right on up. - You wanna get this hotel room?
No. Ritchie, wait a minute.
Look, if you're gettin' second thoughts, I mean--
No, I'm not getting second thoughts.
I just wanna know if I can borrow some money...
because I wanna ditch this whole disco look.
**[ Marvin Gaye: ''Got To Give It Up'']
Let me get your door, okay? I wanna do this right.
*I used to go out to parties *
- Come on, baby. - Thank you, baby.
- **[ Continues ] - Tonight's your night. And my night.
- It's our night. - We've been holed up like cowards for two weeks.
Fuck the .44-Caliber Killer. We're gonna have fun tonight. It's Saturday.
- Whoo! - Saturday. Ulysses!
- Hey! - How ya doing, stronzo?
- Great. Have a good time. - [ Dionna Chuckling ]
- [ Laughs ] What an idiot. - Ah, he doesn't have a clue.
- Oh, my God, honey. Nobody's here. - What the fuck is going on?
- Did they all go somewhere else? - [ Brian ] So I got to make an excuse.
I say, ''Oh, uh, I got to take care of my grandmother, ''I say.
- Holy shit! [ Whistles ] - Whoa.
- [ Wolf Whistle ] Dionna, what a dress! - Easy, now.
- Look at those legs. - They're longer than Vinny's.
- [ All Laughing ] - A lot longer.
- That's all right, though. I can handle it. - Oh, man.
Hey, what's the matter here? We got like a morgue going on. What's going on?
Everybody's afraid of this killer,just like you, Vin.
- Ah, man. - Not as scared as I was.
Dionna, you look very beautiful tonight. May I have this dance?
Yeah, can I dance with you too?
- Wishful thinking. - Maybe youse better dance with each other.
- Yeah, dance together. - [ Anthony ] Now I know why you never come out with us.
That's right. Why would I go out with you with those Pink Panther pants?
*I like to party, oh *
* Oh, if you let me *
* Whoa, whoa *
* Come up to see me *
*And let me *
*Baby,just party *
* Come on *
**[ Continues, Indistinct ]
*Movin'up *
*And down *
*Move, shake it down *
*Ah, whoo *
**[ Indistinct ]
*If you think you're groovy, mama *
*Let's meet face to face *
*Everybody's moving *
* This is such a groovy place *
* Oh, these things *
*Are so fine *
*Let's go party *
*A little while *
* Come on and dance, baby *
*And turn me on *
- [ Flies Buzzing ] - [ TVAnnouncer ] Daily News columnistJimmy Breslin...
received a letter today from the .44-Caliber Killer.
Police said that the handwritten letter addressed to Mr. Breslin...
contained numerous occult symbols,
was signed by the madman himself,
calling himself the Son of Sam.
[ Son of Sam ] Son of Sam.
Hello from the gutters of N. Y.C.,
which are filled with dog manure, vomit,
stale wine, urine and blood.
- Hello, Brian. - Hello, from the sewers of N. Y.C.,
which swallow up these delicacies...
when they are washed away by the sweeper trucks.
Screw Son of Sam. I'm not cuttin' my hair.
- [ Phones Ringing ] - Hello from the cracks in the sidewalks of New York City,
and from the ants that dwell in these cracks...
and feed on the dried blood that has settled into these cracks.
- Mr. Breslin, sir, - [ Sizzling ]
don't think that because you haven't heard from me for a while...
that I went to sleep.
No. Rather, I am still here, like a spirit roaming the night.
- ''Thirsty, hungry, seldom stopping to rest, - Thirsty, hungry,
seldom stopping to rest,
- anxious to please Sam.'' - anxious to please Sam.
- [ Barking ] - I love my work. Now the void has been filled.
He won't let me stop killing until he gets his fill of blood.
Tell me,Jim,
what will you have for me July 29th?
Not knowing what the future holds, I shall say farewell.
And I will see you at my next job.
- Or, shall I say,you will see my handiwork at the next job. - In the name of the Father--
P.S. Please inform all the detectives...
- [ Keys Jingling ] - working on the case that I wish them luck.
Keep them digging, drive on.
- Think positive. - [ Dog Barking ]
- Here are some clues to help you along.
The Duke of Death, the Wicked King Wicker.
- [ Woman Screaming ] - Don't shoot! Don't shoot!
What are you doing here? Don't you know the Son of Sam is running around?
- Go find yourself a motel, huh? Get the hell out of here. - [ Engine Starts ]
[ Son of Sam ] The 22 Disciples of Hell.
John Wheaties, rapist and suffocator of young girls.
In their blood and from the gutter,
Sam's creation, .44-Caliber,
The Son of Sam.
Let me in! Mick, let me in!
- Let me in! - What? You all right?
- [ Dog Barking ] - The Duke of Death,
the Wicked King Wicker.
Fuck you, Wicked King Wicker, Duke of Death, Son of Sam!
Come and fucking get me!
You don't scare me! Come and get me! I don't give a fuck!
Honey. Honey, what are you doing?
- Honey, what's wrong? - Baby, this is Devil worship, okay?
This is occult. This is Manson shit.
There's somebody outside there?
What if he thinks I saw him?
What if he fuckin' thinks that I saw him?
- The Son of Sam? - Yes, the fuckin' Son of Sam.
Well, why would he think you saw him?
Did you see him?
Honey, you're scaring me. Did you see him?
Baby, I gotta get outta here. I gotta get outta here.
I can't take this anymore. I'm fuckin' gonna have a nervous breakdown.
I gotta get outta here.
Let's go away for a whole fuckin' week. Let's just get out of here.
- When do you want to go? - Let's go right now.
Let's pack up our shit and get the fuck out for a while, okay?
Baby, I can't go right now. Dad told me we might have to fire one of the waitresses.
Oh, baby. Come on. Let's go. Come on. We'll get a hot tub.
We'll get dirty movies. We'll fuckin' get massages,
vibratin' beds, the whole works.
We'll just have fun, crazy fun, okay?
We could get the dirty movies here.
It's not the same, baby. It's not the same.
I can't leave Dad right now, baby, but we can make our own vacation here.
You'll see. We can have our own fun.
[ Sighs ]
Come on. Let's--
Come on. Let's make love.
Baby. Baby? Hey, baby.
Co-Could we make love with the light on?
What?
- I wanna see us. - You wanna make love with the light on?
Yeah, I wanna see us.
Can we try it? Please?
All right. How 'bout instead of making love, we fuck this time, huh?
- Yeah? - Okay.
- [ Gasps ] - [ Whispering ] Ow.
[ Heavy Breathing ]
Oh.
[ Heavy Breathing Continues ]
Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.
Oh. [ Grunting ]
[ Heavy Breathing, Grunting Continue ]
Oh! Oh!
Yeah. Oh!
[ Moaning ] Oh, shit.
[ Vinny Sighing ]
[ Sighing Continues ]
Good night. Let's go to sleep.
Good night, baby.
[ Sighs ]
Good evening. This is John Jeffries, Eyewitness News.
I'm here with Detective Timothy Dowd,
head of the .44-Caliber Killer Task Force.
Detective Dowd, what can you tell our viewers about Son of Sam?
Well,John, we are putting together a picture of the suspect,
uh, slowly, I must say.
Too slowly for our tastes, but we have no choice. This is a very elusive suspect.
Whenever we get there, he's gone. We never know where he's going to strike next.
- But I will tell you this: - What are they talking about anyway?
The man must live somewhere, so we have a man who we suspect--
Maybe you notice that he comes home late, 3:00, 4:00 in the morning.
- This is all fuckin' smoke. - It's a farce. A farce.
[ Luigi ] Smoke. They don't know what they're doing.
[Jeffries ] Do you have a long list of suspects?
[ Dowd ] We have a list.
We've always had a list. We have a list now, and we have always had a list.
-I know what we gotta do. -John Jeffries, task force headquarters.
We gotta get this rat bastard. We gotta do it.
'Cause they can't do it.
And maybe we offer another $5,000 in the reward, huh?
- At least we'll get a few more names on our list. - Right, boss.
[ Dionna ] It's bad.
Yeah. They're gonna catch this bastard soon, ah?
Okay, do me a favor. Buy me a little time.
Do the books one more time. See if you find something.
Dad, it's math. It's not magic.
I've been through them four times already.
If something doesn't change soon, I don't know what's gonna happen.
I gotta tell Connie I gotta let her go.
Connie? Dad, she's our strongest waitress. You can't do that.
Connie's got no children. That's only one mouth that's got to stay empty.
- Hey, what's up. - [ Speaks In Italian ]
- Hey, paisan. - How ya doing?
How are you? All right? Where were you?
Stadium. Yankees lost.
-Come on. Let's go. I'm tired. -All right, Dad. I guess we're gonna go.
Aspett' one minute, okay? I got something for the both of youse.
- [ Vinny ] We gotta go. - I got something for both of youse. Wait a minute.
- Oh,you do? - Yeah. You like presents.
- Come here. - What is this, Dad?
- Look at that. - What the hell is that?
If you go out tonight, Vinny, make her wear it for me?
Dad, I'm not gonna wear this. Come on. We're just gonna drive straight home.
Do me a favor. For your father. Please respect me.
This animal is killing only young girls with long, brown hair. Please, do it for me.
- Come on. Listen to your father. Come on. - Are you gonna gang up on me?
- Yeah. - All right. I'll wear the Barbie doll... thing.
That's right. You make me sleep in peace, huh? Please?
- Please? Thank you. - Come on. Let's go.
-[ Dionna ] Are they closed? - Yeah.
- Promise? - I swear to God.
- I hear you coming. - * When we met *
- *It wasn't quite clear to me * - I know you're standin' there.
- I'm here. Okay. - * What you had in store was there for only me *
- Wow. *Silly,you know you took me by surprise *
- Wow, baby. [ Wolf Whistle ] - * Then I turned and looked *
-Jesus Christ. - *And I saw that message in your eye *
- You like? - You look so different.
-Jesus, I feel like I'm cheating on you with you. - *I fell on the floor *
- Oh. Wow. Oh, baby. - * The way you move, girl only made me want you more *
I wanna call you by another name. You know what I'm gonna call you?
- I'm gonna call you Sheri. - I like that name.
- Is it French? - Oh, yeah.
Sheri, do you want to fuck? Want to fuck me, Sheri?
- Do you want to fuck me? - Yeah, I want to fuck you. Can I call you Vincente?
[ Fake Italian Accent ] Yeah, but first you have to suck my huge cock.
- You sure you want me to do that, Vincente? - [ Laughing ]
I know Sheri loves it. Whoa, baby.
-* When you lay down next to me * - [ Moaning ]
Wow.
*I find it hard for me to concentrate *
*If I don't make my move then it might be too late *
- *I've got to make sure you don't get away * - Oh.
- Oh, shit. - *After all you've done, girl to make me want to stay *
- *All my life I've been searching for a star * - [ Whispering, Indistinct ]
- [ Moaning ] - *Now my search is over and here we are *
- *Livin'in ecstasy * - Oh, fuck!
- Oh! - * Yeah *
-* When you lay down next to me * - Oh, shit.
- [ Sighs ] - * Yeah, we're in ecstasy *
- Oh, shit. -* When you lay down next to me *
- Oh, shit. Oh, no, no, no. Don't do that. - I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Did I hurt you? I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
I should have never made you do this. I'm so-- I should've never done this.
- I'm sorry, baby. I'm really fucking sorry. - What?
Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Baby, what-what happened?
- What happened? - No, no, no.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Tell me how you like it. I'll do it different.
- It's not that. Baby, baby, it's not that. - I'll do it different.
Please. It's just-- You're my wife, okay? And I love you just the way you are.
Let's do it just like normal people, the way we always fucking do it.
Let's just do it regular. Come on.
But, baby, I-I-I wanna make you happy.
- I'm gonna turn off the light, okay? - * When you lay next to me *
All right. Here's your slices.
Hey, what are you takin' the big one for? What the hell's wrong with you?
- Thank you, sweetheart. - You gotta take the big slice all the time?
All right, listen. We got four names on the list.
- Right. - Read that list.
All right. Right at the top we got Ritchie Freak.
Billy theJew,Jimmy Del Fini and that fuckin' guy that drives the bus to City Island.
All right. We're gonna mark their tires with chalk.
- Chalk? - If any of'em take a ride, we'll know what's happening.
All right. You see that guy over there making pies?
Don't be so obvious, Brian.
His name's Frankie Cadillac. He just moved to the neighborhood about a year ago...
and he lives alone on Sampson Avenue.
My aunt tells me there's something evil about this guy. He's got those weirdo eyes.
- [Joey ] Yeah. We'll check him out. - What aboutJohnny Nasso, huh?
Johnny Nasso drives a cab, and he's a Vietnam vet.
- So what? - So what? Vietnam vets call themselves Sons of Sam.
- Uncle Sam and shit, huh? - I never heard of that. All right. Relax.
- No, no, no. That's not enough. -Joey...
he lives alone, his wife left him a year ago...
and he works nights.
He's a multiple category. All right. Good work.
Put him on the list. Write him down.
Joey, you know who I've been thinkin' should go on the list?
- Father Cadilli. - The priest?
Yeah. Oh, you fuckin' guys don't remember the beatings he used to give us?
Fuckin' nuts. Drinks like a bastard.
- I want him on the list. Let's put him on the list. - No, no, no.
- Let me think about it. - [ TVSportscaster ] Strike one for number 44.
I know who the killer is.
- I figured it out. - [ TVAnnouncer ] Reggie steps back into the box.
[ Woodstock ] ReggieJackson.
- [ Both Laugh ] - What the fuck is wrong with you?
- What's the matter with you? - You idiot.
I'm serious. Son of Sam.
Uncle Sam. Yankee Doodle Dandy.
- Bronx Bombers. New York fuckin' Yankees. - [ Laughing ]
What, are you mixing acid with your dope now?
What kind of gun did the killer use?
.44 caliber, right? What's Reggie's number?
- 44. - Hey, nobody said the killer was a mulinian.
- That's why they can't find him. - You keep talking like that, Woody,
I'm putting you at the head of that fuckin' list.
- Give me that fuckin' pen. - Stop, stop, stop, stop. Enough with the list.
- Give me this fuckin' list. - Even if he is the killer, we need him till October!
- This is a serious list. - We need Reggie if we're gonna win the World Series.
- Put fuckin'Jim Rice on the fuckin' list! - Stop!
- Hey! - Hey, we're running a business!
- Fuck you too. - Oh! I told you once.
- All right. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. - Hey, you told me once.
- I'm sorry. - Get the fuck back in there and make me a calzone.
It's all right. Everything's fine.
[ Barking ]
[ Yelling ]
[ Yelling Continues ]
[ Barking Continues ]
You leave this animal alone! You leave us alone.
Samuel Carr, I have asked you kindly...
to stop that dog from howling all day, all night long.
- Yet he continues to do so. - Now, Berkowitz, you listen to me!
- I have no peace, no rest. - Harvey's a good dog.
-He usually leaves people alone. -Now I know what kind of person you are.
- You're cruel and inconsiderate. - The reason that this dog is barking at you all the time...
is you tease him, you antagonize him, you never stop fooling around with him.
- You wicked, evil man! Child of the Devil! - I'm gonna call the cops!
Shut that dog up!
Now you keep it up, fella, and I'm calling the cops! I'm sick of this!
- [ Barking Continues ] - Kill...
T-H-E...
the... dog.
[ Barking Continues ]
You won't be barking anymore.
[ Harvey Whimpering ]
[ The Who: '' Baba O'Riley'' ]
[ Woman Screaming ]
[ Man Screaming ]
[ Grunting ]
[ Whimpering, Crying ] Help me!
* Out here in the fields *
- *I fought for my meals - I fought for my meals
The .44-Caliber Killer, who calls himself the Son of Sam,
- **[ Continues, Indistinct ] - struck again last night, shooting a 1 7-year-old girl...
and a 20-year-old man as they sat in a car...
- near the Elphas disco in Queens. - *I don't need to fight *
* To prove I'm right *
*I don't need *
* To be forgiven *
* Yeah,yeah,yeah, yeah,yeah,yeah *
- Hi, Dan. - How are you doing? What can I do for you, man?
Give me a good deal. [ Chuckles ]
- What are you looking for? - A fuckin'new Fender.
I got just the guitar for you, dude.
*Don't cry *
- Brand new Stratocaster. Sunburst, rosewood neck, - *Don't raise your eye *
with your name on it.
- *It's only * - How much?
- * Teenage * - 360 bucks, out the door.
- * Wasteland * - * Wasteland *
*Sally, take my hand *
*And travel south, my friend *
*Put out the fire *
*And don't look past my shoulder *
[ Chanting ] Reggie! Reggie! Reggie!
[ Cheering Continues ]
* Teenage wasteland *
*It's only teenage wasteland *
-* Teenage wasteland Oh,yeah * - * Teenage wasteland *
* Teenage wasteland *
* They're all wasted *
- [ Barking ] - Yeah. That's a good boy, Harvey. Yeah.
- Are you shot, Bobby? - No. It was Rocco.
[ Brian ] Let's go fuck him up!
- I'll teach you to fuck with us! - [ Indistinct Shouting ]
- You motherfucker! - Pussy!
Nobody messes with Bobby Del Fiore!
No!
[ Shouting ]
[ Cheering, Whistling ]