[ Drips ]
What are you gonna have?
Keep lookin', maggot. Keep lookin', half a fag.
- What are you doing? Stop that shit. - [ Man ] I don't like him.
- These fuckin' guys in the pink shirts. - Leave 'em alone, all right?
Fuckin' mind your business. What are you gonna have?
[ Man ] You believe this freak?
- Do you like me? - Ritchie, be serious with me for a minute, all right?
- Here you go. - I don't feel like eating right here.
- Chicken's yours, right? - Get him out of here, or we ain't comin' back.
Doesn't bother you that Ruby's been with so many guys?
That she's been shtupped by so many fuckin' guys. That bother you?
What she did before she met me is her business, don't you think?
- You really feel that? - Yeah.
It would schieve me a little bit, you know?
I mean, Ruby's a nice girl, but she is a whore, you know?
- What? - You don't love her, do you?
What's your interpretation of love?
Commitment, responsibility, marriage, kids, all of that.
You're not gonna marry her. I won't let you fuckin'marry her.
What, you and Dionna are gonna have kids?
What took you so long, Chickie? I'm starvin'over here.
Thank you, you know? Can I get a-- I want a cheeseburger and I want fries--
Uh, I'm sorry, Vinny, but we're out of cheeseburgers.
- Out of cheeseburgers? - All right. Well, can you get me a B.L.T.?
-Something like that, with a-- - Uh, sorry. Sorry. No can do.
What-- What do you got, then? Give me whatever you got. I'm fuckin' freakin' starvin' here.
I don't have anything. We're closin'.
You got a 2 4-hour diner, and you're closin'?
- I just saw you fuckin' serve those guys over there. - It's these fuckin' guys here.
All right. Look, guys. I don't want any trouble.Just leave. Hit the bricks.
I just wanna eat. You're not gonna serve me?
You're lucky I come into this greasy spoon fuckin' diner.
- All right, Vinny. I'll serve you, but he's gotta go. - Who are you talking to?
- Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. Wait. Hold on. - You talking to me?
No. Hold on. Chickie, Chickie, do you know who this is?
- Who? - You don't know who this is, do you?
- You fuck. This is Ritchie. - Ritchie who?
- Ritchie Trangali! - That's Ritchie Trangali?
I know he's a little scary looking, but that's my boy.
Look, Ritchie. I'm sorry, but you're gonna have to leave.
- You're getting my customers nauseous. - Come on. Fuck these guys.
Come on, Chickie. Fuck your customers. Relax. Get some roast beef sandwiches.
- Come on. Come on. Just,just go.Just go. -Just like that?
Fuck this idiot. All right. Fuck him. Fuck it. Let's go.
- You're calling me an idiot? - Yeah, you're a fuckin' idiot.
- You fuckin' reject. Get the hell out of here! - Hey, hey, hey, hey!
Get him out of here. Just take him out of my place.
- Hey, mind your fuckin'-- Fuck you! - [ All Shouting ]
You fucking bitch!
[ Man ] Jesus.
Tastes better than Heinz ketchup, you fuck.
- He's fuckin' nuts. - You like that, you fuck?
- Ritchie, easy. - [ Spits ]
You know, Ritchie, I don't blame them, you know?
I mean, when you're in Rome, what are you gonna do, right?
And you come up here with that dog collar. What do you expect--
What, you think I give a fuck? They're all wearing dog collars. You're wearin' a dog collar.
- I'm, I'm wearing a fuckin' dog-- - You're wearing a dog collar.
You're a fuckin' dog of society. You're on a leash to a certain way of thinking.
- You don't see that? - Ritchie, I don't fuckin' understand what you're saying.
I'm not relating to this shit, okay? Is the fuckin' heat getting to you?
No, no. Listen.
It's like everybody's got two personalities, Vin.
Two personalities-- one you're born with, one the fuckin' world gives you.
Are you talking about some alter ego shit? Is this what we're talking about now?
Ah, no. Vin, it's, like, I got these things I like doin'.
I like doin' 'em so much, it's like I have to do 'em.
Now, do I really like doin' 'em, or was I preprogrammed at an early age...
to respond to liking them?
That's what I'm talking about.
You fuckin' lost me.
Yeah, fuckin' what else is new, man?
What the fuck? Are you saying that if I fuckin' cheat on Dionna,
it's not me that made me do it, it's the fuckin' world?
Is that what you're saying? Take responsibility for your fuckin' self, man.
It's not the fuckin' world. It's your fuckin' dick that made you do that!
Don't blame the world!
- My fuckin' dick made me do that? - Yeah, your dick.
[ Newscaster ] The heat wave continues throughout the city as record-breaking temperatures...
claimed six lives yesterday.
Three fatalities were in Brooklyn,
two in the Bronx and one in Queens.
Crime has risen with the temperatures.
The police are reporting an increase in domestic violence--
All right, you two. Out. My turn.
- Aw, gee. - And Con Ed is asking that you try to conserve electricity,
as several neighborhoods in the five boroughs...
are experiencing brownouts.
[ Newscaster ] The health department advises the elderly...
-and people with respiratory problems-- - [ Electric Appliances Whirring ]
Uh-oh.
[ Bulbs Crackling ]
[ Crackling, Whirring Continue ]
[ Whispering ] Shit.
[ Dionna Screaming ] Daddy! Dad!
- [ Mario ] Baby, baby. - [ Screaming Continues ]
- [ Vinny ] Come on. Take it easy. - It's all right.
- All right. All right. - Oh, my God! Guys, this is not funny!
- [ Mario ] It's us. Baby, the power's out. - The power's out?
- [ Phones Ringing ] - Forty-fifth precinct, Officer Hall.
Yeah, we, we do know. Yeah. It's, it's a blackout. The whole five boroughs.
- We're doing the best we can. Hold on, ma'am. - [ Ringing Continues ]
Four-five precinct, Officer Riggs. Yes, sir.
Yes, sir. We understand that the lights are out. We have Con Edison out in full force.
Con Ed don't know nothin', but what I know is,
we can't expect any help from the cops.
- [ Shouting ] - They're gonna have their hands full chasin'looters all night.
-[Joey ] Niggers and spics. -[ Brian ] Spics and niggers.
[ Luigi ] Now it's ourjob to protect our neighborhood, to defend it.
And this Son of Sam has the blackout to hide in.
I want all our guys on the Layton Avenue bridge.
I'm not handin'it over. It's fuckin' my joint. Shut the fuck up.
Nobody gets in my neighborhood without me knowin' it.
Oh, what the fuck is this?
- Oh. Oh, pull over. - [ Chattering ]
What the fuck are you doing? Who are you? What do you want here?
- [ Speaks In Spanish ] - Who the fuck are you?
- Huh? - What the fuck are you talking about?
- Get the fuck out of there! - [ Spanish Continues ]
- [ Tires Screeching ] - [ Shouting ]
[ Screeching Continues ]
[ Shouting Continues, Indistinct ]
- Con Ed officials said... - [ Shouting ]
the lights went out at 9:34 p.m.!
I'm here at the corner of 1 25th Street and 5th Avenue.
And black and Puerto Rican people...
are going crazy.
As I overheard one man say,
''It's like Christmas in July.''
That's a quote.
We have reports that people are stuck on the subways underground...
and that the city that never sleeps has come to a standstill.
I'm gonna get out of the way 'cause I fear my safety.
Joey, get the kids in the neighborhood.
If they need cars, you give 'em cars.
If they need baseball bats, you give 'em bats.
We're gonna take a bat. We're gonna patrol the neighborhood.
We're gonna go on to different points-- to the beach, bridge, down to the avenue and back.
- Understand? All right. - [ All ] Yeah.
[ Shouting, Indistinct ] Here we go. Come on. Let's go.
[ Shouting Continues ]
[Joey ] Louisville Slugger. Here you go Come on. Take it. Come on.
- [ Shouting Continues ] - Come on. Let's go!
[ Chanting ] We'll get you, Son of Sam! We'll get you, Son of Sam!
- Come on! - We'll get you, Son of Sam! We'll get you, Son of Sam!
- We'll find you!
And then you call Frankie. Tell him to bring the feast lights...
and the generators 'cause Luigi is gonna give a big block party,
with the cannoli and the baba rum and the sausage and peppers and the spetini.
That psycho is gonna have no place to hide.
Freddie! Oh! Hey!
What'd you bring? Hey, look at this. Who the hell--
Hey, hey, hey, that's my man!
- I love you, I love you, I love you! - [ Chuckling ]
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Bang! Bang! I got you!
[ Kids Shouting ]
Bang! Bang! I got you, Son of Sam!
- We got a fuckin' gig. You know, singin'? - Serious?
- We're going to be at fuckin' C.B.G.B.'s. - At C.B.G.B.'s.
- Vinny, this is our first gig, man. This is a big deal. - That's great. In the city.
- No, congratula-- No, I'm serious. We're excited. - It really is beautiful.
- Congratulations. A toast. - Yeah.
- I'm singing. - They're gonna pay you and everything. That's great.
- I don't know about that. - Maybe I'll come down.
What's it called? How do you spell that C.B.G.B.?
C.B.G.B. You never heard of it? It's on the Bowery in the city.
Oh, C.B.G.B.
You and Ritchie seem really happy together.
Yep, we are.Just try and enjoy it while it lasts. You know what I mean?
I guess that's a good philosophy as long as you're not married.
Listen, um, I know that you've been with Vinny before.
I mean, it's not a secret or anything.
That was a long time ago, a long time ago--
before you two got together, let alone got married, all right?
No, no, no, no. I know that. I know that.
I'm not, I'm not accusing you of anything. Um--
- Then what do you want? - A-All I... wanted to say was that...
since you've been with him, maybe you could tell me what he likes.
- You're serious? - Yeah.
[ Laughs ] If I knew, I wouldn't be asking.
I mean-- Look. You think this is easy for me?
Talking to you about Vinny, and, you know, my husband's sexual likes and dislikes.
It's--
And so you ask me, 'cause I should know.
No, I-- You guys looked happy when you were goin' out.
And you're so sexy and confident and everything.
Listen. I mean,
sometimes I-I think that, um, that, you know, he's, he's cheating on me.
Anyway, you know, I wa-- I wanna please him,
but I, I don't think that I do.
You have any advice? Anything?
Look, Dionna. You are, uh, very pretty, okay?
You're sexy.
I happen to know that Vinny loves you very much.
I know he loves me, but, um,
I think I disappoint him.
So what do you want me to do?
Do you want me to tell you how to fuck your husband?
Yeah, fine. I'll tell ya.
[ Snickers ]
First, you can't be his wife. [ Chuckles ]
- That's number one. Too late for that. - Yeah.
[ Chattering ]
Hey, Chuckie. Chuckie, come here!
Come here. Get the hell over here!
- Is this it? This where we're going? - It looks like it.
The sign's C.B.G.B., right? And this is Bleecker. Corner of Bleecker and Bowery.
This is the Bowery. This is where my father told me all the bums were.
- But who are these people here? - You scared? Buy us some beer.
- What is this? - I can't believe Ritchie made us come over here.
What the hell is the matter with him? I won't even park my car here. What the fuck is this?
Oh, my God. Look at those girls looking at me like that.
Look at them looking at me like I'm the freak.
Come on.Just don't pay attention to them.
Look at that thing on her tongue. I, I don't like this place.
I think maybe we should go.
You think so? You think that's right, though, huh?
Maybe we should go in and say hello to Ritchie.
And just maybe go for one drink, and then we'll get the hell out, huh?
- Your call. - No.
I, I, I wanna go. I schieve this place.
- You sure? - Yeah, I'm sorry. Let's just go.
Okay. All right. Where the hell do you want to go?
- Um-- - Anywhere. I don't care.
- 54? - Studio 54?
- Is that where you wanna go? - We're dressed for it, baby. We're dressed for it.
Okay. It's your car. It's your night. We'll go wherever you want.
* Hello from the gutters of New York City *
-[ Crowd Cheering ] -* Filled with urine vomit, stale wine *
* And blood *
* Hello from the sewers of N.Y.C. *
[ Cheering Continues ]
* Which swallow up these delicacies *
* I said hello, hello *
* From the gutters of the city *
* Where we're washed away by the sweeper trucks *
* Hello, hello, hello, hello *
* Hello *
* Oh, hell, oh, hell, oh, hell oh, hello *
- * Hello * - [ Ruby ] *Hello *
- * Good-bye * - * Good-bye *
* This summer you die *
* Hello from the cracks in the sidewalks *
* Of New York City *
* From the ants that dwell here *
* In these cracks *
* These cracks *
* Hello from the ants that feed on dried blood *
* Of the dead that's fallen into these cracks *
- **[ Disco ] - [ Chattering, Shouting ]
*I'm sick and tired of bad dates *
- Buddy, I know Steve! - *Don't flaunt no shit No time to wait *
- Please. - *I just want to gravitate *
* Out of sight, out of sight *
- * Oh, let's go * - Come on. Come on.
* Out of sight, out of sight *
* Oh, let's go *
- This is crazy. - Oh, my God.
Oh, look at the line. Jesus Christ.
Honey, I can't wait to hear what music they're gonna play in here.
- **[ Singing Continues ] - You get so excited by this stuff, don't ya?
Honey, we're gonna dance. The people we're gonna see. My God.
Wow. Look at the limos and everything. Look at the people.
I don't want to wait on line. Excuse me, you waiting on line to get--
- Yes, I am. I'm waitin' to get in. - Oh, my God.
Those are, those are men. [ Laughing ]
Shh!
- He sure is ugly, though. - Shh!
Oh, over here. Over here.
- How are we gonna get in, baby? - Oh, please!
- Why don't we walk up and pretend, you know? -Just push right through.
Go ahead. Act like you belong.
- How ya doing? - Whoa, whoa. Are you on the list?
- What list? - Did somebody put you on the list?
- Yeah. - How do you know about the list?
- If you're not on the list, you got to get behind the line. - The line? Wait a minute.
Hey, wait a minute, son. You're confusing me. What do you mean about the line?
Come on. I don't have time for this. Let's go. Come on. Behind the ropes, guy.
- We came all the way from the Bronx. - Vinny, give him some money.
Look how beautiful she is. Let her in. Come on.
Hey, it's the first goddamn star I've seen tonight.
Give me the camera. Come on. Just stand there for one second.
What's your name? What's your name?
- My name's Vinny. - Vinny, smile, smile!
- That's it. Oh, God, you're beautiful! - Hey, we're trying to get in.
- Hey, who's your lady? Why don't you come with us? - She's my wife.
- All right. Everybody out. - [ Man ] Ooh! Ooh!
- Here we are, Vinny! - Ooh! Ooh!
Simon says hold this. Simon says hold this. [ Chuckles ]
- Come on. Let's go! Vinny! - Come on. Let's go.
- This is your palace. - Oh, Simon, it's a beautiful palace.
[ Vinny ] Whoo!
[ Camera Shutters Clicking ]
- There you go, baby. - Goddamn.
- Here. - Oh, shit. I never knew places like this existed.
- [ Laughing ] - Oh, honey, I'm really stoned.
- There, let me see. - Maybe we should go.
Oh, come on. You want to go? I don't really want to go. I want, I want to stay.
But if you wanna go, I'll go. I don't care. Whatever you want.
You want to go or you want to stay?
If you want to stay, I'll stay.
- You sure? If you want to go, I'll go. - [ Sniffing ]
- No. I'll stay. - Okay, let's stay. We're stayin'. Good.
**[ Disco ]
Honey, people can see us.
Oh, come on, baby. Trust me. Just close your eyes like this.
Come on. Trust me. Please trust me.
*Everybody dance *
*Doo-ooh, clap your hands Clap your hands *
[ Woman Moaning ]
*Everybody dance *
*Doo-ooh, clap your hands clap your hands *
- *Music never lets you down * - [ Moaning, Chattering ]
*Puts a smile on your face anytime, anyplace *
*Dancing helps relieve the pain *
*Soothes your mind *
*Makes you happy again *
*Listen to those dancing feet *
* Close your eyes and let go *
*But it don't mean a thing if it ain't got that swing *
Take it up your fuckin'-- That's it. I'm fuckin'--
- Come on. - *Everybody dance *
- I'm coming. - *Doo-ooh, clap your hands clap your hands *
*Everybody dance *
*Doo-ooh, clap your hands Clap your hands *
- [ Dionna Moaning ] - *Everybody dance *
*Doo-ooh, clap your hands Clap--*
**[ ABBA On Radio: ''Dancing Queen'']
Is this another one of your shortcuts?
* You can dance *
- So what, you're not gonna talk? - * You can jive *
- The whole way home? - *Having the time of your life *
- * Ooh, see that girl * - Come on, Vinny. Tell me something.
- What do you think? - * Watch that scene Digging the dancing queen *
Did that guy fuck you better than me?
What are you talkin' about? I'm embarrassed. I don't wanna talk about that.
Fuckin' embarrassed about? Did he fuck you better than me?
*Friday night and the lights are low *
- I did it for you. - You did it for me.
Oh, that's really nice. You did it for me. Did you like it for me?
- **[ Singing Continues ] - Did you fuckin'come for me, huh?
- Was that for me? - That was the pills. That was the coke.
Don't blame the pills, you fuckin' lesbian fuckin' whore.
Don't fuckin' do that shit.
You were there too. You're a fuckin' whore.
I can't be a whore, 'cause I'm a man, okay?
You're the fuckin' whore, you stupid lesbian fuckin' whore!
And you're a faggot fuckin' hairdresser.
- Get the fuck out of the car. - You get the fuck out.
- I said get out! - There's a psycho out there!
- There's a killer out there killing people! - I don't give a shit!
I hope he fuckin' kills you. Get the fuck out of my car!
It is my car! I will not get out! You get the fuck out!
I don't give a fuckin' shit! Get the fuck out of the car!
- I will not get out of the car. - Get out!
You get out of my car! Get out of it right now!
- Fuckin' piece of shit. - *Dancing queen *
-Fuckin' make me sick, you fuckin' slut. -*Feel the beat *
* Of the tambourine Oh,yeah *
- **[ Continues ] - I am a slut? You're calling me a slut?
You lowlife piece of shit! You fucked my cousin!
You didn't think I knew about that.
I smelled her pussy juice all over your fuckin' face!
You fuckin' sick bastard! How dare you?
And all this time I'm thinking there's something wrong with me.
You perverted sick fuck!
Come on, Dionna, please. I'm sorry. Just get in the fuckin' car.
- No. - * You're a teaser You turn them on *
Come on. Get in the car. Come on. Let's go.
- *Leave them burning and then you're gone - Fuck you.
Come on. Get in the car. Please, baby.
Baby? Don't you dare ''baby'' me! I'm gonna wait here.
I'm gonna wait here until somebody comes along. You know what?
I gonna wait until some soul brother comes along in his big black Cadillac.
And you know and I know that he's got a big black dick too.
Don't talk like that. Just get inside the car.
- Oh, fuck you. - Please, please, don't make me have to beg you.
- Come on. Don't make me have to hurt you. - Hurt me?
Don't you even fuckin' lay a pinky on me!
I'll get him to kick your ass, and then I'll fuck him!
You wanna watch, Vinny? Will that turn you on, Vinny?
You linguini dick motherfucker! You wanna watch?
You wanna watch while I suck a big black dick in the back of a big black Cadillac?
- Shut the fuck up! - You shut the fuck up.
Get the fuck inside the car now!
Hello! Anybody out there?
- Shut the fuck up and get inside the car now. - Any black dick out there?
It better be big, 'cause there's some free pussy here!
You know why I don't get hard anymore? Because you don't turn me on anymore.
- You're a fuckin' pervert. - Get inside the car. I'm sick of this.
I'm gonna take you to your father's house, and then I don't want to see you from then on.
All right. You wanna drive? Drive me over there, you fuckin' dyke!
- *Dancing queen * - Faggot fuckin' hairdresser!
I hope he kills you! I hope you die here!
- Dionna! Dionna, come back here! - *Digging the dancing queen *
Dionna, come back! Come on! Don't fuckin' leave me here!
I hope he fuckin' kills you, you fuckin' faggot pansy!
-You motherfuckin'cunt! Come back here! -Fuck you!
- Dionna, come on! Come back! - Stick it up your fuckin'ass!
Dionna, don't fuckin' leave me here! Dionna!
- [ Buzzing ] - [ Newscaster ] Today is July 29th, 1 97 7--
- [ Panting ] Help me. Somebody help me. - Death Day.
It was one year ago today that Son of Sam shot and killed...
Donna Lauria on Burke Avenue in the Bronx.
In his latest letter toJimmy Breslin,
the killer taunted police by saying he would be back tonight to mark his anniversary.
-[ Phones Ringing ] -Hundreds of off-duty police officers...
have volunteered to work from sunset to sunrise.
Police are urging New York City residents to stay indoors tonight...
as the full moon almost guarantees...
the.44-Caliber Killer will strike again.
- Honey, get away from the window. - Please, be safe.
[ Dog Barking ]
Holy shit.
No fuckin' way!
I don't fuckin' believe this shit!
Johnny boy, you ain't goin' nowhere tonight.
- Happy anniversary. - What the fuck did I do?
It's what you're not gonna do.
What the fuck did I do?
Hey, man, I fought for this fuckin' country!
Is this the thanks you give me?
[Joey ] Oh, Father Cadilli.
You mind telling us where you're goin'?
- Do, do I know you boys? - Oh, you sure do, Father.
It's been a long time. We're gonna have to search you and your car.
It's for the good of the neighborhood, Father.
You know, boys, you really don't, don't want to do this.
Oh, I do.
- Father, give us a blessing, will you? - What?
Just give us a blessing, huh?
Forgive them, Father, for they know not what they do.
Come on, Father. Something original. Come on. I've heard that before.
'' Let your heart keep My commandments.
Do not let kindness and truth leave you.''
All right. Thank you, Father.
[ Horn Honking ]
Vincent, it's the middle of the night.
What's the matter with you? Vinny, don't make everybody know your business, okay?
Come on. Tomorrow's another day.
- Come on. I-- - She'll be all right with me.
Just tell her to come home with me.
Tomorrow's another day. Listen to me.
- [ Flies Buzzing ] - [ Son of Sam ]July 29th, 1 97 7.
This is a warning to all police agencies in the Tri-State area.
For your information,
a Satanic cult has been instructed by their high command, Satan,
to systematically kill and slaughter...
young girls of good health and clean blood.
- Executioners of the cult-- - [ Son of Sam ] Hi.
My name...
is Mr. Williams...
[ Panting ] and...
I live...
in this hole.
I have several children who I'm turning into killers.
- [ Dog Barking ] - Wait till they grow up.
- [ Barking Continues ] - No! Shut that dog up!
[ Grunting ]
[ Panting ] How can this be?
- I thought I killed you, Mr. Black Dog. - [ Barking ]
How did you get in here?
Leave me alone! What do you want?
I want you to go out and kill.
- Kill! Kill! - [ Whimpering ]
- Kill! - [ Weakly ] Okay, Mr. Black Dog.
I will kill. I will.
I'll do anything you say. I'll do anything you say!
Yes, master. I will kill. I will kill!
Yeah, if I can. If I can. Listen, I got to go.
- All right. - Gentlemen, good morning.
- [ Chattering ] - [ Claps Hands ] Gentlemen!
Congratulations. Death Day came and went without an incident. Now I need you to stay sharp.
I want you to pay attention to every detail. I don't care how big or how small.
We're close. He knows we're close.
This sick bastard, he knows we're onto him.
- [Joey ] All right. We're close. - Take the fuckin' thing.
- He knows we're out there. - Everybody's checking out.
- Chickie, give me a fork. - Hey, Vinny.
- Yeah? - You're 86'd, you and your freaky friend.
- Chickie, relax, man. - What are you talking about? What happened?
- Chickie, it's all right. - You didn't tell them what happened?
That freaky bastard. He scared my customers.
- They thought they were having dinner with the Son of Sam. - Who? Who?
Fuckin' Ritchie. I never seen nothin' like it-- not even in 'Nam.
- He's fuckin' exaggeratin'. - The kid was there lookin' like Night of the Living Dead.
My customers, they get nervous just from lookin' at him.
- So I go over to the table, and I ask him very nice-- - Oh, come on!
It didn't happen like that at all. What are you fuckin' makin' it up for?
- It didn't happen like that? - No it didn't fuckin' happen like that.
He didn't jump up from the table like madman?
He didn't break a glass over his head and start licking the blood...
like fuckin' Bela Lugosi?
Didn't happen like that? I never seen nothin' like it.
That kid scared the shit out of everybody in the fuckin' place.
Didn't happen like-- You know what?
I'll serve you guys, but not you, Vince.
- And not that fuckin' ghoul. He's 86'd for life. - Like I fuckin' care.
- Yeah, 86 me too. - You're 86'd 'cause it didn't happen like that.
You're so fuckin'crazy, you know that? You're fucked up.
Hey, hey, Vinny. What's the matter with you?
Ritchie does somethin' like that and you don't tell us?
- Come on. What, are you shitting me? - What do you mean?
You're not gonna take that shit for serious, are you?
What does Chickie gotta lie for? What's the matter with you?
- Is there anything else we should know? - You hiding something?
-What the fuck is that supposed to mean? -You didn't tell us about this.
- Anything we should know? - What are you protecting Ritchie for?
- What else ain't you telling us? -Joey, don't fuckin' touch me like that, all right?
- What's the matter with you? - I'm gonna leave you now before something happens.
- What's wrong with you? - Vinny, come on. Will you just--
- What's the matter with you? - Vin!
- Hey, Vinny! - He's protectin' him.
- This guy's out of line. - He's protectin' Ritchie.
- That fuckin' Ritchie, man. - He's prote-- He's got him brainwashed.
- I'm telling you. He must have something on him. - [ Knocking ]
Vinny, come back in here! Vinny, come on in here!
What's up with this attitude on this kid? What's up with him?
Hey, leave him alone. It ain't him.
[ Clapping, Cheering ]
*Let's all chant *
- **[ Continues ] - So where do you know Ritchie from?
Don't worry. You don't have to be jealous.
I knew him long before I ever met you.
[ Chuckles ] I just didn't know he did porno.
- Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. - [ Knock At Door ]
You gonna play my Dead Boys? Don't make me fuckin' dance to this disco shit.
Hello, Ritchie, Mr. Macho Man, tough Bronx boy. What are you doing here?
Shut the fuck up! You fuckin' say anything to anyone, I'll fuckin' kill you!
- Midnite! - Don't you touch Bobby! Get your hands off him!
- I'll tell your fuckin' mother know what you do, you bitch! - Get your hands off him!
I'll fire your ass!
- I've done you every favor. - [ Son of Sam ] M-U--
R-D...
E-R.
Murder.
[ Radio Announcer ] Well, hi, everybody.
Welcome to another big ball game with the Yankees and the Orioles here at Yankee Stadium.
I know everybody's been complaining about the heat, and it has been terrible.
The heat wave has been brutal.
So we've got the perfect setting for a ball game,
and it's gonna be a very exciting game-- as it usually is, as we've told you--
and especially with Scotty McGregor and Ron Guidry.
Now, Guidry has more stuff than McGregor, but Scotty McGregor...
gives the Yankees a hard time when he's pitching, and he's doing that again today.
And coming to the plate, ReggieJackson, who's really been struggling as of late.
Reggie steps into the batter's box,
taps the plate, and he does look determined.
So Scotty McGregor steps off the mound, gets back on.
Here's the pitch. Strike one for number 44.
Now if you remember, Reggie has had a lot of problems...
with Billy Martin just about all year.
He's in Martin's doghouse and Martin yells at him,
but Reggie doesn't even bother to look at him.
They've had their problems, but they get over it.
- [ Dog Barking ] - So Reggie steps back into the box.
- Here's the pitch. - [ Woman Screaming ]
A swing and a miss. Reggie swung right on top of that slider.
- [ Screaming Continues ] - Reggie looks for the sign from third base coach Dick Howser...
then steps back into the box, and number 44 is ready.
- Help! Help! - McGregor into the windup. Here's the pitch.
Reggie swings, hits a foul ball back into the seats.
And as I look down, looks like he split that bat...
and he's gotta walk back and get himself another bat.
By the way, while he's doing that,you know what's happening in New York lately.
And Abe Beame, who used to be my accounting teacher in Richmond Hill High School,
the mayor of New York, is really having his problems with the-- trouble with the--
the Son of Sam's murders that are happening-- up in the Bronx, by the way.
So I want all you people to be a little careful when you go out for a little spooning at night.
All right, back to the ball game now.
And the Yankees have really been in a slump lately.
Reggie needs one of those long balls to get them out of it if he possibly can.
Reggie steps back into the box. Got the new bat, don't forget.
And McGregor checks the sign from home plate.
Here's the pitch. Into the swing.
A long fly ball! Holy cow! That is gone!
- [ Crowd Cheering ] - Deep into the right field bleachers...
to tie the Orioles two apiece in the bottom of the fifth inning.
ReggieJackson, who gets those clutch home runs when you need 'em,
sure came through that time.
Holy cow! Unbelievable!
Let's go now to Eyewitness News reporterJohn Jeffries,
who has been covering this story throughout.
Son of Sam struck last night in Brooklyn for the first time.
I'm here,John Jeffries, in the predominantly black neighborhood of Bedford-Stuyvesant...
in Brooklyn, New York, to get a darker perspective.
- Ma'am. - Yes?
I'm just hoping that they get him quick. I don't care.
- Thank you. - Thank you.
It's terrible. Bad for Brooklyn,
bad for New York, bad for America and bad for the world.
- Thank you, sir. - You're welcome.
- Your view. - Let me tell you.
Son of Sam knows better than to come into Bed-Stuy, do or die, with that crap.
- 'Cause we don't care. - [ Man ] 'Cause we don't play that.
He's not that crazy. I would love to beat him down right now.
He would wish he was dead. I'd just love to catch him right here in Bed-Stuy.
- Thank you. - Exactly.
Hello. My name is Cassandra Buchanan.
I live there at 85 Crown Street,
and I am going to give you your darker perspective.
The darker perspective is:
I thank God, I thank God, I thank God...
that it is a white man that kills all of those white people.
Because if it were a black man...
who kills all of those white people,
there would be the biggest race riot...
right here in New York City.
And I'd like to say one thing.
I am surprised that you are in the black community.
- I didn't think you liked black people. - [ Residents Chuckling ]
- Uh-oh! -John Jeffries here...
- [ Chattering ] - in the Bedford-Stuyvesant section of Brooklyn, New York.
- Thank you,John. - [ Chattering ]
He's crazy. He's crazy.
He had this look in his eyes. He said he was gonna kill me.
- You have to help me,Joey. - All right. Don't worry, Bobby.
Nobody's gonna hurt you. It's a good thing you came to me.
- Don't worry. - Okay.
- Hey, Vinny, you seen Ritchie? - Nah, not me.
He's the only guy on the list we can't account for last night.
Where's this club, C.B.G.B.'s?
Are you still with that shit? Huh?
I don't know how you guys follow this clown. It's like the blind leading the blind.
Hey, who's blind? They think for themselves, right?
- I got my own mind, Vinny. - I got my head screwed on straight.
Yeah, ex-exactly. Let me tell you something.
I know Ritchie like if he was my brother, okay?
Even though you saw him outside the disco on the night of the killing?
- Especially. - We don't know where he was during any of the killings.
Even though he fits the police profile? He's got those weird religious beliefs.
That shit he pulled at the diner, that don't mean nothin'? You know him that well?
- Yeah, I know him that well. - Tell him, Bobby.
Tell him about the fag strip joint. Tell him who the star attraction was.
What the fuck are you talkin' about? Fag joint? Come on.
Ritchie's a dancer at Male World.
A friend of mine works there. He also does porno flicks.
Did you know that about your friend?
What else don't you know about this pervert?
Doesn't make him the Son of Sam just 'cause of that. Come on.
Killer, fag, pimp, punk rocker.
Queer, pervert, homo, degenerate.
Whatever the fuck it is. I mean, come on.
Who wants something like that around here anyway?
He's your friend, huh? Don't you wanna know what's goin'on with him?
I do, and as soon as he calls me, I'm gonna have a fuckin' talk with that guy.
You're gonna fuckin' talk to him? Vinny, you ain't thinkin' straight.
There are people gettin' killed in our neighborhood.
Now, are you with us or not?
Hey, Vin, it's not your fault.
You didn't know; nobody did. That Ritchie's a crazy fuck, but he's smart.
He's eluded the police and the FBI all this time.
- Listen to him, Vin. - Okay, Vin, forget about us.
But what happens if Dionna's next? How are you gonna live with that?
Knowing that you could've saved her life if you acted like you had some balls.
Come on, Vin.
Okay, all-- okay. Okay, all right.
I'll help you guys, okay?
It's not just you, Vinny. He fooled the whole world.
Yeah, okay-- I said all right.Just leave me alone, okay? Shut the fuck up.
Okay, okay. You're doin'the right thing, Vin, okay?
Oh, yeah, sure I am. Yeah, I'm a great friend. I'm a great fuckin' friend.
**[ Punk Rock ]
[ Indistinct Singing ]
[ Chattering ]
Wait a minute. Is that Vin?
- Where? - Right there.
That's why he didn't make the gig.
The fuckin' idiot got the dates mixed up.
Give me your shades.
Watch me fuck with him.
- What you gonna do? - Watch this. Watch.
- [ Car Door Opens ] - Hey, man.
- Hey, what the fuck? - You're the guy! You've seen our handiwork.
- Get the fuck away from me. - The cult's gonna get you, brother!
- What the hell's the matter? Get the fuck out of here! - Hey, man!
Oh, shit, Ritchie. You fuckin' asshole!
- [ Laughing ] - You almost made me fuckin' piss on myself, you fuck.
Jesus! What the fuck did you do to your hair? That shit looks stupid.
What the fuck are you doin' here anyway, man? The gig was last week.
[ Chattering Continues ]
Ritchie, I gotta talk to you, okay? I gotta-- I gotta be serious with you.
We gotta be straight to each other, okay?
Man to man, square business, okay?
I'm serious. Fuckin' look at me when I'm talkin' to you.
Are you in a cult?
Come-- Ritchie, answer me. Are you in a fuckin' cult? Please tell me.
What kind of cult?
What do you-- What kind of answer is that? I'm asking-- You know--
Let me tell you something, funny boy.Joey T's in there.
He's got them all riled up, and they're lookin' for you, okay?
They got this list that they've been makin', and spyin' on people.
You're on the top of the fuckin' list, okay? Now laugh at that shit.
Wait a minute. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. What list?
You can tell me, please. Friend to friend.
I'm not gonna call the cops. Are you the Son of Sam?
They think I'm the Son of Sam? Really? You think I'm the Son of Sam?
It doesn't matter what I think anymore.
It doesn't matter what I think, 'cause they're in there lookin' for you.
Doesn't matter what you think? Must've thought something, huh? Brought 'em down here on me.
Nah, nah, I didn't do that. I just ca--
I just wanted things to be cleared out and straightened out.
- All right. So? - I just told 'em to talk to you, that's it.
Why don't you talk to me like a man,
one on one, man to man, like we always have?
- Aw, fuck. - I wanted to.
But you've been acting so fuckin' strange that I don't even know what to do anymore.
- Me? - Ritchie, look at yourself. Look in the fuckin' mirror.
- Huh? Look at that hair. What the fuck is that, huh? - What, are you kidding me?
Since when does your hairstyle determine whether or not you're a fuckin' killer?
- I'm not talkin' about your fuckin' hairstyle. - What are you talkin' about?
Normal people don't dress the way you do. Normal people don't--
Normal people?
You think I'm the Son of Sam and you bring a lynch mob down here to string me up.
- Ritchie, I'm your-- I'm just tryin' to straighten-- - I thought you were my friend.
I'm tryin' to understand you, okay? I am your fuckin' friend.
- You're not my friend. - I made a fuckin' mistake. What do you want me to say?
What am I supposed to do? Bobby the Fairy tells me you're a nude dancer at a fag club.
- What am I supposed to do with that, huh? - What?
Bobby the Fairy says you're a fuckin' fag dancer.
Listen, Bobby the Fag don't know shit, okay?
'Cause he's a homo, now I'm one?
I don't know. You tell me.
You tell me. Are you suckin' dick? Is that what you're doin' there?
Hey, first you think I'm the fuckin' Son of Sam. Now I'm a fuckin' homo.
I can't believe this. [ Chuckles ]
You lost all faith in me?
I don't know you, Ritchie.
I don't know who you fuckin' are.
I don't know you, man. I don't know you, you fuck. Fuck you!
- [ Ruby ] Let's go, Ritchie! - You're gonna need me, Ritchie.
- Don't do me any favors, asshole. - Oh, you're gonna need me.
- Ruby, come here! - He's a fuckin' prick. - What happened?
-Ruby! Hey, Ruby, could you talk to him? -What the fuck did you do?
- Let me talk to you for a minute. - Ruby.
Go fuckin' home, Vinny! You're always startin' fuckin' trouble.
- Motherfucker. - I'll tell you somethin'.
Those are the freakiest fuckin' people I've ever seen in my fuckin' life.
- Fuckin' filthy. - I could take fuckin' ten showers,
I'd still feel fuckin' dirty.
We didn't fuckin' see him, though,Joe.
- Get outta the way. Whoa, whoa, whoa. - [ Grunts ]
You fuckin' watch where you're goin', you fuckin' freak.
Fuck you, Guido!
- What'd you say? - Fuck you, Guido!
- Guido. - All right, man, you're drunk, all right?
So we're gonna give you one more chance. Who's your favorite baseball team?
Boston Red Sox.
- [ Grunts ] - Motherfucker.
Here he comes,Joe!
- Yeah! Yeah! - [ Grunting ]
- Come here, you son of a bitch! - [ Grunts ]
- Come here! - [ Groaning ]
Boston Red Sox!
Go back to Fenway, you Beantown cocksucker!
- Come on, let's go home. - I ruined my fuckin' pants!
[ Luigi ] Who does this look like?
- It looks like a young Dean Martin. - Dean Martin.
This looks like that guy on the Grand Concourse, Matty.
- Come on. You're not serious. - Yeah, I'm serious.
- Reno! - Yo.
That Matty on the Grand Concourse.
- Bring him here. I wanna talk to him. - I'm on my way.
[ Neighbors Chattering ]
Nah, it doesn't look like him. It doesn't really look like him at all.
What do you mean, it doesn't really look like him?
Hey, Vin, if you can't see what's happening, then you're as brainwashed as Ruby is.
- What do you mean, I'm brainwashed? - Look what he's doin' to her.
- [ Moaning ] - He's fuckin'Ruby...
while people are standin' around and fuckin'filming it.
I mean, would you do that to Dionna?
Huh? Would you fuck your wife in a porn film?
- Your wife, not mine. - I mean, Ruby's goin' along with it,
but you don't think he's got some kind of spell over her?
He's turnin' her into a fuckin' porn star.
Come here.
Now you tell me...
if that doesn't look like Ritchie.
- Holy shit! Let me see that. - Son of Sam.
- Wake up, Vinny. - Oh, shit!
[ Chattering ]
Hey, Vinny, where the hell you been?
- Traffic was crazy. I'm sorry, baby. - You don't call.
You're three hours late. What, now you show up?
- I don't know what happened. Traffic was terrible. - Hey, Vinny.
- Come on, sexy. Let's go. - No, Dee, stay right where you are.
- No, come on, let her go. I gotta cut her hair. - Yeah, you'll cut her hair.
- Vinny? - Dee, come over here. I gotta cut your hair.
- Stay where you are. He'll be with you in a minute. - I'm sorry I'm late.
-Just crazy things goin' on. Move, Gloria. - I'm lookin' like a person--
- What are you shovin' me for? What the hell's the matter? - Who's next?
- Vinny, pull yourself together. -Johnny, you see the Yankees play last night, huh?
- What about ReggieJackson? He's a god, huh? - Vinny, get in the bathroom.
- Nah, Thurman Munson's the one. - Shave and take some Listerine.
- I always loved this fat fuck. - I want you to pull yourself together.
You take some Listerine. You pull yourself together for these customers.
- This is a business here. You respect it. - [ Panting ]
- I'm going through a real tough time right now. - Yes, all right.
- I was just hoping that you would help me out right now. - Okay.
Now, you go pull yourself together, and then we'll deal with the customers, all right?
-Dee, come over here. I'm ready for you. -Now, Vinny?
Dee, he'll be with you in a minute. Did you hear a word I just said?
-I don't feel like-- -I said pull yourself the fuck together.
- And then you'll come-- - You know, Gloria, if it wasn't for me,
you wouldn't have this great place, would you?
Oh, what is that supposed to mean?
'Cause I brought all these customers. Where were you before?
- You came here because of me, didn't you? - Excuse us. I'm very sorry.
Don't fuckin' lie. If it wasn't for fuckin' me, none of you would be here.
This place was a piece of shit before I fuckin' came here!
Hey, watch your fuckin' mouth!
- This is a business-- - Here, Gloria.
Here, Gloria. Take that. Fuck you and fuck this place!
Get the fuck out of here! Get out! Get out of my shop!
Fuckin' shit place! Fuck you and fuck your customers, you piece of shit!
- Fuck me, Vinny? I'm gonna fuck you! - Fuckin' keys.
- Come on. - [ Customers Chattering ]
Forgot to lock the door, you stupid bitch.
Just talk to yourselves, okay?
Who took my fuckin' keys? There they are.
My glasses. You son of a bitches.
- [ Clattering ] - [ Man ] He's losin'it.
[ Vinny ] Hey, what the fuck you doin'?
What are you doin', baby? Oh, come on.
You're not gonna fuckin' leave me. Come on, baby.
Come on. I'm sorry about Gloria, okay?
I'm fuckin' so sorry about that shit. It wasn't even fuckin' worth it.
All this time I kept my eyes closed,
and I even made myself think that maybe it just happened once.
- And then I gotta hear it from Gloria? - Dionna, I quit.
I quit the fuckin' shop. The whole thing is over. This is a new Vinny.
-Do you understand what I'm tellin'you? -*Don't leave me this way *
How many other women did you fuck at the salon besides Gloria?
- **[ Continues ] - Oh, baby, baby, look. I, I-- This--
I'm never gonna cheat again. I swear to God. I'm gonna see a fuckin' priest.
I'm gonna fuckin' see a psychiatrist. I'm gonna get the fuckin' help.
- 'Cause I know I'm sick, baby. I know I'm fuckin' sick. - How many!
Was one of them named Sheri?
Oh, come on. I made that up for you, baby. I made that up for you.
I'm not gonna-- There was no fuckin' Sheri. Don't fuckin' leave me now.
Come on. Let's work this shit out. You and I can make this shit happen.
- Come on. What the fuck? - What about Plato's Retreat?
*My heart is full of love and desire for you *
- Okay, you're right about that. You're right about that. - **[ Continues ]
I'm sorry what I made you do there, okay?
Oh, you're sorry about what you made me do. You're sorry what I did.
You're not sorry what you did to me.
You're not sorry that I trusted you, and you used me.
I am sorry. But, baby, I'm not me, okay?
I'm fuckin'going through a lot of shit right now, all right?
- He's fuckin'-- He's in a cult. - *Don't you leave me this way *
Ritchie's in a cult, okay? And he's got me coming or going. He's brainwashed me.
I don't even know who the fuck I am lately, okay?
So the shit I'm doing right now is not even me. I'm not responsible for it.
- Do you see what I'm saying? - Oh, come on!
Come on! You're blaming Ritchie for what you're doing?
- Come on! - Come on, Di-- You know what?
They fuckin' think he's the fuckin' killer, he's the Son of Sam.
- That's what I gotta fuckin' deal with every day. - Vinny, stop it!
What does that have to do with you fucking other women?
Come on! I am not stupid!
I never said you were stupid. I'm telling you that I love you.
You can't fuckin'leave me over this shit. We're fuckin'husband and wife.
Do you hear what I'm sayin'? We had two fuckin' great years.
You're not gonna throw that out for this piece of shit!
- What fuckin' big mouth Gloria says to you! - Wanna see?
- I'm gonna throw it all out. I'm gonna throw it all out. - Oh, Dionna, do--
All of it goes out the window, just like you threw it out...
every time you stuck your dick into some other woman!
Just throw every fuckin' thing out! I don't give a shit!
- Fuck you! - * 'Cause only your good lovin'*
- * Can set me free * - Baby, look what I got for you.
- **[ Continues ] - Look what I got. Fuckin' flowers.
That's what I came here with, okay?
I came with fuckin' flowers, 'cause I know I've been fuckin' up all this time.
- [ Sobbing ] - And I've made some bad calls, and I'm a bad fuckin' husband.
And I admit it. And I know you can't get away with shit in life anymore.
You know, God sees everything, plain and simple,
and I just want you to give me another chance.
- No. - Please, baby, give me another chance.
- I can't live without you. Please? - You can't bring God into this.
- You can't do that anymore. - I love you, baby.
- Baby, listen. Listen. - I love you so fuckin' much.
- And if you leave me, I'm fuckin' gonna die. - You have to listen to me.
[ Sobbing ] Okay? See...
I thought that what we had was special together.
Oh, baby, it is special. Let me make love to you, and I'll show you.
-Just you and me.Just you and me. - It is just you and me.
- It wasn't. It was everybody. - Oh, baby, it wasn't.
- It was everybody. - I didn't care for those fuckin' bitches.
- I love you! - It was everybody, and everybody else knew but me.
- And you're a liar. - Baby, I'm so fuckin' sorry. I fuckin' hate myself, baby.
You don't fuckin' think I hate my fuckin' self? Come on, baby.
Don't fuckin' leave me. Don't do this shit to me.
Look, I got nothin' in this life. All I got is you.
And if you walk out that door, I'm gonna fuckin'jump out that window and kill myself.
'Cause I ain't got nothin', baby.
You're everything in my fuckin' life, and I ain't got shit.
I ain't got friends. I ain't got nothin', baby. I suck at everything I do.
You're the only fuckin' thing I have, and I can't live without you.
Please, baby. Oh, God, I love you so fuckin' much.
[ Sobbing ]
- Baby? - Don't leave me. Don't leave me.
- I'm sorry, baby, but-- - I love you.
Baby, I'm sorry, but I just don't believe you anymore.
I'm sorry.
If you fuckin' leave here now, don't expect to come back.
- You can't fuckin' leave me and come back. - Vinny, let me go.
- * Oh, baby * - I gotta go, Vinny.
-*Don't talk about leavin'me * - Come on.
*Don't leave me this way *
*Don't leave me this way, no *
*Don't leave me this way *
- *Don't leave me this way, baby Don't leave me * - Fuck this shit.
- What are you doin'? - What am I doin'?
- Stop, stop, stop. - No, I'm not gonna stop.
- What are you doin'? - [ Opening Zipper]
- Ruby. - No.
- [ Sighs ] You better stop. - Take this off.
Stop.
- Ruby. - Touch me.
- Want me to touch you? - Touch me!
[ Snorting ]
[ Chattering, Yelling ]
-Joey, Ritchie's home. -Joey!Joe!
- The sick fuck is back. - He's back?
- This fuckin' guy! The fuckin' balls on him,Joe! - All right.
- Lower your voice. - He's tryin' to disguise himself. His hair?
He's got a fuckin' blond mohawk. Now, him and Ruby are probably tryin' to make a fast getaway.
-Joey, you think they're both in cahoots? - All right, all right.
Let's all calm the fuck down, okay? We gotta do this right.
- We're all excited,Joey. - All right, all right. Shhh.
We need Vinny.
[Joey ] Yo, Vinny!
Vinny! Vinny!
- Vinny! - Vinny!
Vinny, vene ca!
Fuckin' shit. Fuckin' stupid.
[ Moaning ]
- [ Pounding On Door] - Vinny? Vinny, come on.
Vinny, open the door!
Yeah, yeah, okay. Shhh!
- [ Pounding Continues ] - All right!
-[ Bobby ] Open the door! - Dionna's sleepin' right now.
- Can you come back later? - Take the fuckin' chain off the door. Come on.
- Come on, Dionna's sleeping. - Take the chain off the door.
-Hey, man, I'm opening the fuckin' door. -Hey, listen to me!
Listen to me. Ritchie's the Son of Sam.
Well, if Ritchie's the Son of Sam, why don't we just fuckin' call the cops?
- Fuck the cops! - Fuck the cops? I'm calling.
- I don't give a fuckin' shit. - What the fuck are you doin'?
- I'm callin' the cops, you fuckin' bastard! - Give me that fuckin'--
What the fuck is the matter with you, huh? What the fuck is wrong with you?
Ah, you're the big tough guy around here, aren't ya? 'Cause you got your lackeys with ya.
- Vinny, what is the matter with your fuckin' head? - But if we went one on one--
-[ Grunts, Groaning ] -[ Brian ] Everybody calm the fuck down!
[ Bobby ] Listen to him, Vinny. Just listen toJoey T.
- Don't hurt him! - [ Brian ] Easy, man. Come on.
Get in that fuckin' chair. I didn't come here--
- You fuckin' hit me,Joey. - I didn't come here to fight with you, Vinny, okay?
- Why'd you fuckin' hit me? - We need your help. Ritchie's at home, okay?
We want you to help us. We want you to go there and get him out of the house.
Oh, yeah. And then what? Then we're gonna sit around and then play cards?
What the fuck are you talkin' about? We take him to Luigi, okay?
- No rough stuff. - I swear on my mother, Vin.
- On a stack of Bibles. - I don't fuckin' believe you guys. Yeah, right.
You know somethin'? We're not the fuckin' black cloud of this neighborhood!
We didn't fuck up your marriage with Dionna! It wasn't us, it was you!
- Don't fuck with us now. - What are you fuckin' talking about?
What am I talkin' about? Your wife's got a big mouth.
- You fucked up with Dionna! Don't fuck up with us! - [ All Yelling ]
- I'm okay. - I'm tellin' the fuckin' truth,Joey!
- [ Yelling Continues ] - You better not talk about my wife again!
- Don't you ever fuck with me, you bastard! - Come on, you fuck!
-[ Anthony ] Sit down! - Shut up now!
- Wait! Tell him you're sorry! -Joe, I'm just tryin'--
- Tell him you're fuckin' sorry! - All right, all right!
Get the fuck outta here. Come here. Now you listen to me, okay? All right?
Don't tell us that fuckin' Dionna's in the back there sleepin', all right?
'Cause news travels fast in this fuckin' neighborhood. You understand me? Okay?
Now, you're puttin' that shit up your nose,
you're fuckin' taking quaaludes like they're goin' out of style, you're drinkin' like a fish.
You don't know what's up or down! You understand me, Vinny?
- Yeah. - Now, you're gonna put your fuckin' shirt on...
and you're gonna come over and help us, or so God,
so fuckin' help me God, I will fuck you where you breathe!
Okay? Let's go, Vinny.
- Let's go! Let's go! - I'm fuckin' going.
He treats him like a fuckin' pussy all the time.
I say one fuckin' thing, he strangles me.
Police now have in custody the man they believe is the .44-Caliber Killer, Son of Sam.
He was arrested outside his home at 35 Pine Street in Yonkers.
And New York City can now finally rest.
- Thank God. - I thought he would've lived in Brooklyn.
[ TVAnnouncer ] Let's go live now toJohnJeffries.
[ Dog Barks ]
Police! Don't move! Get against the car!
Give me your hands. One at a time.
- Give me your right hand. Now! Right now! - [ Tires Screeching ]
Give me your other hand. One at a time. Slowly.
Inspector Dowd, you finally got me.
And now that I've got you, who is it that I've got?
- You know. - No, I don't know. You tell me.
- I'm Sam. - You're Sam. Sam who?
Sam. Dave Berkowitz.
- [ Angry Shouting ] - A large crowd has gathered here...
awaiting the arrival of Son of Sam suspect David Berkowitz.
The police have put up barricades...
to protect the alleged .44-Caliber killer...
from a potential lynch mob.
It's a great outpouring of relief,
rage and vengeance.
Kill him! Kill him!
**[ The Who: ''Won't Get Fooled Again'']
Ladies and gentlemen, here he comes.
-* We'll be fighting in the streets * - Son of Sam!
-* With our children at our feet * - Son of Sam!
-*And the morals that they worship * - Son of Sam,
- * Will be gone * - ladies and gentlemen!
-*And the men who spurred us on * - We don't know which car he's in.
-*Sit in judgement of all wrong * - The crowd is going crazy.
- [ Angry Shouting ] - It's pure pandemonium,
- [ Siren Wails ] - hysteria, chaos.
- They're slowing down. - *I'll tip my hat *
- Ed, do we see him? - * To a new constitution *
- * Take a bow * - Yes!
- *For the new revolution * - There he is, ladies and gentlemen!
*Smile and grin at the change all around *
- David Berkowitz! - *Pick up my guitar and play *
- It's David Berkowitz! There he is! - *Just like yesterday *
- The alleged.44-Caliber Killer. - * Then I'll get on my knees and pray *
- [ Vinny Knocking ] Ritchie! - Who is it?
- He has a crazed look on his face. - * We don't get fooled again *
[ Shouting Continues ]
Ritchie, it's me, Vinny. Open up. Come on, open up.
What the fuck does he want?
* The change it had to come *
* We knew it all along *
**[ Continues ]
- What do you want? - How ya doin'? [ Laughs ]
* The world looks just the same *
I could never get used to that hair. You know, it's ridiculous.
- Come on. Cut to the chase. - Hey, Ruby.
- Uh-huh. - How's it going?
- It's going fine. - You mind if I borrow him for a minute? Huh?
- Yep. Yep. - [ Shouting Continues ]
- *I'll tip my hat to the new constitution * - That's him! Right there!
-* Take a bow for the new revolution * - Get him! You get him!
- *Smile and grin at the change all around * - You get him!
- *Pick up my guitar and play * - Sic him, Harvey! Kill him! Kill him!
- *Just like yesterday * - I gotta talk to you.
- About what? - Dionna.
-* Then I'll get on my knees and pray * - She left me.
She's gonna divorce me. It's all over.
- * We don't get fooled again * - No.
- Oh, yeah. - All right, come in, man. Come inside.
I don't want to go inside. I don't want her to hear me. Come on. Come over here.
Come on. Let's-- Talk to me over here. Please. Come on.
All right. I'll be right back.
[ Shouting Continues, Camera Shutters Clicking ]
Oh, God, Ritchie. I had this big fight with Gloria, right?
So she calls Dionna, and she tells her about all the women I've been with, right?
And Dionna flips out, and she wants to leave me. She wants to divorce me...
because I took her to Plato's Retreat, and we had two-on-one's and everything.
I don't know what to tell you. I mean, we're leaving tonight, so maybe you should too.
- You should get outta here. - That's what I'm doin'. I'm packing.
Yeah, you know something. Me and her were like that.
- Run, Ritchie. - What?
-I'm sorry about everything. Please run. -What are you talkin' about?
- Come on, come on! - Run. Get the fuck out!
- Now! - Get that son of a bitch!
Stay right there, Ritchie! Stay right there, cocksucker!
- Vinny. - Luigi wants to see you.
- Come on! - You set me up, you motherfucker!
I told you to fuckin' run. You don't ever listen.
- Come on! What do you got? - Stay the fuck away from me!
[ All Shouting ]
- Vinny! What the fuck are you doing? - Come on, Ritchie!
- Get the fuck off my arm! - Fuck you guys!
- What are they doing? - [ Grunts, Groaning ] Fucker!
- [ Shouting Continues ] - Get off me!
Ritchie, eat this!
- Come on! Let go of me! - Bitch!
[ Grunts ]
[ Cheering ]
- [ Ruby ] Get off me! - You cocksucker!
Come on, you piece of shit! You don't look so tough now!
- Come on! - You're gonna eat that guitar now!
- Break 'em! Come on, break 'em up! - No! Ritchie!
- You're comin' with us. - Get off of me!
You killin', cocksuckin', fuckin' poison the fuckin' neighborhood.
- Come with us! - We're gonna see Luigi right now.
Come on, listen up. You ain't gettin' out of fuckin' this one this time.
- No, no! - [ Ruby ] Leave him alone!
[Joey ] All right, guys, guys. Let's go.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Shit!
You get the fuck away from him! Get away from him!
What the fuck is goin' on here? What the fuck is goin' on? Jesus Christ!
We caught the Son of Sam! We're takin' him to Luigi! Don't fuck with us!
He ain't the fuckin' Son of Sam. They caught the killer. It's all over the news.
- They got him in Yonkers, you stupid fuckin' idiot! - You're fuckin' lying!
Oh, yeah? Tell me my Luger's full of shit. Fuck with this, hero. Come on!
- My Luger says they caught him, all right? - All right.
One of you, go and call an ambulance! Right now, or I start shooting.
- What happened? - You, you, go and get a blanket. It's on the couch.
Talk to me! What happened?
- Oh, my God! - Get the blanket!
[ Sobbing ] Oh, my God, Ritchie!
Brian, talk to me!
Oh, my God! Baby.
-* There's nothing in the street * -Just get outta here!
- Get away! - *Looks any different to me *
-[ Ritchie ] Mommy! - *And the slogans are replaced *
*By and by *
- [ Whimpering ] - Ritchie! Lay still, please!
[ Eddie ] Get out of here.Just leave him here.
You fuckin' traitor! What the fuck are you doin'?
I'm sorry.
- Did you call that ambulance? - Yeah, it's, it's coming.
- It's what? - It's coming. It's coming right now.
It better be.
- [ Dog Barking ] - Of all the things,
a parking ticket did Son of Sam in.
On July 31 , 1 977, he shot his last two victims.
An eyewitness noticed a parking ticket under his windshield as he sped away.
Of the four tickets issued in that area, one bore the name of David Berkowitz,
- [ Frank Sinatra ] *Start spreading the news * - a resident of Yonkers, New York.
At first, Berkowitz claimed insanity.
- *I'm leaving today * - saying a 2,000-year-old dog named Harvey told him to do it.
- *I want to be * - Eventually he pled guilty.
-*Apart of it * - That sick fuck is serving a sentence...
- *New York, New York * - of six consecutive terms of 25 years to life.
- * These vagabond shoes * - [ Announcer ] The Yankees win their 2 1 st World Series.
- *Are longing to stray * - [Jimmy Breslin ] Of course the New York Yankees...
won the World Series against the L.A. Dodgers,
- **[ Continues ] - led by ReggieJackson's dramatic three consecutive home runs...
in the sixth and deciding game.
[ Announcer ] ReggieJackson's last at bat!
Fulfillment is written on his face.
- [ Crowd Cheering ] - Out comes Reggie!
[Jimmy Breslin ] Elvis Presley died.
Thirty-seven hundred were arrested during the blackout,
with damage going into the hundreds of millions.
To no one's surprise, most of the destruction...
took place in Brooklyn, Harlem and the South Bronx.
'7 7 was also one of the hottest summers in memory in New York City.
New York, the city that I love and hate equally.
There are 8,000,000 stories in the Naked City,
and this was one of them.
[ Frank Sinatra ] *If I can make it there *
*I'll make it anywhere *
*It's up to you *
*New York, New York *
*I want to wake up *
*In a city that never sleeps *
*And find I'm ''A ''number one *
* Top of the list *
*King of the hill *
* ''A ''number one *
* These little town blues *
*Are melting away *
*I'm gonna make a brand-new start of it *
*In old New York *
*And *
*If I can make it there *
*I'm gonna make it anywhere *
*It's up to you *
*New York *