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 eight million stories in the Naked City...
...and this was one of them.
Shut that dog up!
Shut that dog! Shut that dog up!
Shut that dog up!
There was something in the air that night
The stars were bright
Fernando
They were shining there for you and me...
Wanna go to the beach tomorrow?
- Yeah, let's go to Jones. - Yeah.
- Oh, I have a hair appointment.
Tsk. Ah, I'll just cancel it.
Yeah.
- Who's this? - Can we help you with something?
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
Cos 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, how ya doin'? Good to see you.
All right. Come right in, right in.
- Hey, good to see you. - Here you go.
- Dionna. - Don't spend it all in one place.
- Thank you. - Thank you.
To grow up in, let's find a place that's safe
You look stunning.
With no blacks, no Jews and no gays
There but for the grace of God
There go I
Oh, I
There but for the grace of God
There go I, I, I, I, I
No blacks, no Jews and no gays
There but for the grace of God
There go I
Oh, I
There but for the grace of God
There go 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
There
Go I
It could be me, it could be you
Who could it be
Ah, you killed me out there.
- You look good tonight. - You do.
- Oh, I do, do I? - You kill me.
You get me going.
Billy Martin? Everybody wants to talk to him.
- Hey, sweetheart. - Hey, what's the score, Joey?
- Yankees three, A's two. Top of the ninth. - Nice!
Hey, Dionna, what's with your cousin? She's stuck up.
She doesn't speak english!
Thank God! I thought I'd lost my touch.
Well, you are, you have.
Mi chiamo Brian.
Sei scimmia, io mi chiamo Garibaldi!
Dionna, � mezzanotte. E meglio che vada a casa.
Vinny, it's midnight. We gotta take Chiara home.
Hey, Dionna, I could take her home.
That's all my father needs to see, then we'll all get beatings.
- We'll take you home. - No, baby. You stay here. I'll take her.
- You're having a good time. - Yeah?
- Yeah. I don't feel well. I want some air. - You all right?
Yeah. I just don't feel well. I don't mind. I don't care.
All right.
Hey, come on, have a shot.
- No, I gotta go. - Come on, have a shot!
- Oh, have a shot. Come on, baby. - Peer pressure.
- To the Yankees! - Yankees!
Hey, Vinny! Vinny, pick me up a sandwich. BLT. Mustard, not mayo.
- All right, baby. - OK. I love you.
Oh! Oh, si!
Oh! Oh, Vincente.
I'm fuckin' coming! Oh, God!
- Fuckin' son of a bitch! - Che cazzo vogliono, quelli?
Pull your panties back up. Come on!
Che cazzo vogliono?!
Ma stava venendo, che vogliono questi cornuti?!
- Andiamo, dai. - I don't deserve this shit!
Andiamo!
I must have been through about a million girls...
Why do they have to come here and do that?
Right in front of your house.
Like dogs in heat.
No class.
No couth.
Hey, I had a real good time tonight.
Are you busy tomorrow night?
I'd really like to see you again.
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
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
Ooh, it's got a hold on me now
Dionna!
Cos you been mean to me
Fun, fun, fun
And I've been good to you
Hey, where's my sandwich?
Oh, shit. Shit. I forgot, baby. I forgot. I'm sorry.
- Oh, baby, I got the munchies. - Come on, let's dance.
- I don't wanna dance. Let's just go. - You wanna go?
Let's go to the diner and have breakfast. Eggs or something. Then go home.
- Dance some more? - I'll dance on the way out.
You follow me. I want my breakfast.
You danced so great tonight, baby.
Ah, cos you're beautiful, that's why.
Ah, don't stop. It feels so good.
What... What took you so long?
I just stopped to take a leak.
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 know, sweetie pie.
You danced beautifully tonight, too, you know? It was a lot of fun.
Officer, what the hell happened? What's going on?
Come on. To your right, now.
- Cruz, baby, � qu� pasa? - Double homicide.
- Yeah? . - Calibre Killer? - Looks like that.
I'm gonna see what's going on. You stay here.
- Aw, geez, what a mess. - Looks like somebody died here tonight.
- Hey, guy, what's up? - I live over here, OK?
Oh.
These are victims six and seven. The shit's gonna hit the fan.
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.
Somebody bag this.
Get one of our boys to take it down to forensics.
eddie, let's get a shot.
Hey! Hey, Vinny! You can't be there! Come on, get outta there!
Get away from there! Get behind the line!
- Come on, let's go. - Get behind the yellow tape. Come on.
- Let's go. - Get him outta here.
Come on.
Six and seven, Lou, like you said.
Oh, my God!
Vincent, what's...?
- Oh, my God. Are you all right? - Baby, move over. Move over.
I'm sorry. You're gonna have to drive, OK?
Wh-What happened? What's wrong?
- I just saw the bodies. - The bodies?
He's back.
- Somebody got killed? - The. -Calibre Killer is back.
Baby, please take me home. Come on, I gotta get outta here.
Victims...
...six...
...seven.
All news, all the time. This is WINS.
You give us minutes; we'll give you the world.
WINS news time at the tone...
It happened again last night. More terror, more bloodshed.
The. -Calibre Killer striking again, leaving two more dead.
The killer left a note at the murder scene...
...but the police have not released its contents to the press.
Parents continue to warn their children not to go out...
...and keep their daughters home, afraid they will park in Lovers Lane...
...and end up another victim of the killer.
It's hot and hazy and humid. People trying to go out at night, but they're afraid to.
They're afraid this mad killer will strike again...
...shooting them down in cold blood.
Good morning, Ma.
Not a good morning for me. I'm losin'.
Couldn't you put some clothes on?
Morning? It's. In the afternoon.
Nice. Nice tux, ed.
It's your mother's idea. She got me a gig with a wedding band.
Can I borrow bucks, Ma?
- Whoa! - I gotta get my car fixed.
- Take it from the kitty. - That's for food!
This is what I mean with this kid.
Ritchie, why not work for a living? Only the coloured and Spanish sponge.
Mind your own business.
I gotta sing for $ tonight, and he gets? No, no, no.
$ dollars, and you should make him work the game.
All right, but he's not gonna work the game. Ritchie, take $ .
- I'm out. - Got anything cold to drink?
Thanks, Ma.
- Hey, Ritchie. - What?
Hear about them kids that got shot last night?
- What kids? - Bad thing. Real bad thing.
Barracuda!
Get out of the water!
I've been buying the Post and the Daily News all week.
I wanna get some money back.
You should be payin' us money just to be standin' here!
- Joe, I been spendin' a lot of money. - Oh, come on!
Shut the fuck up, all right? Just listen to this.
"Police officials declined to discuss the contents of the note...
...but 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.
- This is our neighbourhood. - There's Layton Avenue.
- Joe, look. We're famous. - Let me see that.
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?
What do you think makes them sickos? You don't notice 'em.
You think this was a random killing? 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.
It's not working. Give me another one. Don't be fuckin' cheap!
That was some heavy shit you saw.
- I'd be freaking out if I was you. - Yeah, I am.
I'd be freaked out since the killer knows you saw him.
- What do you mean, he saw me? - He might think you're a witness.
I'm serious. I saw this on a news show.
If he saw your licence plate, he knows where you live.
You think I'm number eight?
- They stick around. - They see who comes by...
Oh, shut the fuck up!
I only saw victims.
I didn't see nobody. Don't start spreadin' that shit, asshole!
What's the matter? 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, relax. - Come on. We're playin' with you.
Here, here, come on. Take a half a lude.
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 him.
Why don't you guys go fuckin' take a walk?
We were just jokin'. Holy shit! Look at this creature!
Hey, guys, I got live lobsters.
- What you got there, Woodstock? - Live lobsters, $ each.
You stealing lobster traps? Those guys'll shoot you.
Where were you last night? You shoot two people?
- I only shoot heroin. - These lobsters are broke.
- And half-dead. What is this shit? - They're good! $ each.
Get the fuck outta here with your broke lobsters!
These are good for making brisque.
- Brisque this, you junkie! - Joey, I'm gonna go cold turkey.
You ain't Bruce Lee. Stop kicking Woodstock.
- Is that Ritchie? - Yeah.
- Look at this freak. - Nice outfit. You get it off the dead?
- Don't vampires only come out at night? - Yeah, 'cept on leap year.
- What's happening, guys? - Don't give us that bullshit.
You come back here lookin' like a freak, soundin' like a British fag...
...we're supposed to be OK with that?
You're fuckin' right. How's your wife and kid, JT?
I got divorced. Moved back in with my mother.
Look, Joey. A dollar each.
- Go home and OD. Go fuck yourself! - Shut up!
I'll take $ for the whole fuckin' bag.
All right, all right, all right. Here, here.
Here's your $ . Now get the fuck outta here.
- Woodstock, I need some smoke. - I'm handling that now. I got nickels.
Right. I'll take two then.
Hey, Ritchie, you heard about the killer?
Yeah, yeah, I heard.
- What's up, Vin? Not gonna say hello? - Hello.
Where the fuck were you last night, huh?
You drove past me outside the club.
Do me a favour and drop this stupid accent. Talk to me for real, huh?
All right.
- Why didn't you come in and say hello? - I wasn't dressed for disco dancing.
I wasn't dressed for dancing!
Look at him! He was dressed for Halloween, this fuckin' goblin.
Hey, porcupine... Vinny saw the dead bodies last night.
- You saw the bodies? - Yeah, I saw the bodies.
I was on my way home. But I didn't see no fuckin' killer, you numbnuts!
So don't fuckin' spread that word around.
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.
OK? You wanna see me again?
- You introduce me to your parents. - Must you always bring up my parents?
- 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.
Then you can go there and you can jerk off.
Cos that's what you are, a fuckin' jerk-off!
Fuck you, you dago wop skank!
- Whoa! - Hey, what did you say?
- "Dago wop skank"? - This doesn't concern you.
- That's my fuckin' sister! - Stay away from the car.
Get the fuck out of the car! Get out of the car!
You fucker!
Go back home, pretty boy!
He ain't showin' his face here again!
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?!
- Ruby! - Hey, is that Ritchie?
- That freak don't want you. - Get the fuck out of here!
Ritchie, hey! How are you?
- Hey, Ruby. - How ya doin'? You look good.
- 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. - They suck.
Yeah, they suck real good. Just like you, Ruby.
- I learned from your mother... dick. - You let your sister talk like that to me?
- Come on, get lost. - Leave me the fuck alone.
- Hey, you live in Manhattan now? - I did as of last night. I got evicted.
- Will you stop talking like that? - You been in London, too?
No, but it's... it's all in the attitude. It's all in the attitude.
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.
- You take care of yourself, Ruby. - Yeah.
Be careful. Ritchie, come here. I wanna talk to you.
Take it easy on the rebound.
- Whoa, whoa. - You tryin' to knock me down?
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow down.
Don't tell nobody.
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.
Cos 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 does it mean?
I don't know. What do you think?
I think God's tellin' me that I'm gonna burn in hell...
...if I don't stop cheatin'.
I told you you weren't ready to get married.
You don't fuckin' listen.
Cos I fuckin' thought I was gonna stop cheatin' when I got married.
And now I'm just fuckin' cheatin' a lot more than I ever did.
You know, I thought the man up there understood.
I thought He 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."
- What things? - Don't be stupid. You know.
You know, butt-fucking...
...69, doggie-style.
And that's the message. God is saying, "Cut that shit out."
"Otherwise, I won't spare you the next time."
That's what He's saying.
I'm telling you, I swear I think the guy saw my licence plate.
I think he's after me. I tell you, I'm gonna be number eight. My life is over.
You don't gotta worry about anybody comin' after you or any omen.
What the fuck am I gonna do? What if I can't stop?
- What if I got some sort of hang-up? - 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? Maybe she'll do it.
- You don't do that shit with your wife. - Why not?
- Nah, it's a fuckin' sin. - "Please, can I put it up your ass?"
- "Just one time." - Don't fuckin' make fun of me, man.
- "Let me put it up your ass." - Shut up.
"Oh, Dionna..."
What do you want me to tell you? Get a fuckin' divorce.
Divorce is fuckin' evil. You got some bad advice.
"Evil" spelled backwards is "live."
You're a corny fuck, you know that?
Dionna? Dionna, I gotta talk to you.
Vinny, what are you doing here?
- I just gotta talk to you for a minute. - Now?
Honey, we're in trouble. We got Luigi here and we're not ready.
- Just sit down with me here. - Vinny!
What's wrong with you?
I need to talk to you, please. And listen to me for once, OK?
Could you? Could you do that for me?
- All right. - All right?
What I saw last night... made me think about a lot of things, OK?
It opened up my eyes really wide to everything.
And those murders made me realise...
...how much I love you.
I love you, Dionna.
And I swear to God... I swear, I promise...
I promise you and 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.
- OK. You swear to God? - I swear to God, I love you.
OK.
I'm so sorry about everything.
I love you so dearly.
Baby, um... I'm in the middle of work.
Dad's in trouble and I gotta get stuff out.
Make up an excuse and let's go somewhere.
- Baby, I can't. - I'll take you to dinner.
Why don't you stay here? I'll make you something nice.
I'll be back in minutes. Sit down. I'll get you a glass of wine...
- I don't wanna wait 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. - You don't seem so good today.
How am I doing? I'm concerned, OK?
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 that I used to have.
When's the food coming? Tomorrow?
Get rid of this thing, too. It's disgusting.
- Hi. Here's your order. - Thank you, honey.
- Beautiful. - Thank you for waiting.
- Tell your father he's a great man. - That looks great.
- Thank you, honeybunch. - So long, sweetie.
Luigi, look who's here. Starsky and Hutch.
Are we double-parked outside or somethin'?
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, paesano.
You're gonna invite us to a meal? 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.
- What is it? - It's Italian food. Veal Sorrentino.
You need your energy to catch the criminals of the world.
I like that. That's good. Sorrentino, here you go.
Try to catch this one.
Compliments to the chef. Yeah.
Your partner tell you he ran errands for me as a kid?
No.
Yeah. When he was a pipsqueak. Too small even to piss straight.
- No, he never told me that. - Never told you other things.
My partner knows I'm from here. Can we get down to business?
What business?
We need your help.
What do you want me to do? Arrest myself?
I wish this was a joking matter, but it's not. It's 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 coloureds, how many of each other did they kill? Seven, eight?
Eight, nine, at least. And on Saturday,, if we're lucky.
- OK, I'm out. - Take it easy. Sit, sit.
So... so...
So... why didn't you ask me who killed them? Huh?
Not enough press in it for ya?
Not enough Post or Daily News headlines?
There's a homicidal maniac runnin' around the neighbourhood.
You don't wanna do anything about it?
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.
- He was the guy. Come on. - All right, enough.
And 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 favour?
Never!
When you wanted to become a cop, did you come and ask me?
Did you ask for my blessing? No.
And you could have been a great plumber, as good as me.
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."
"I am the Son of Sam. Sam loves to drink blood."
"Go out and kill," commands Father Sam.
Behind our house, some rest.
Mostly young, raped and slaughtered, their blood drained.
Just bones now.
- Papa Sam has me locked in the attic too.
Shut that dog up!
I can't get out.
Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!
When I look out the attic window and watch the world go by...
...I feel like an outsider.
I am on a different wavelength than everybody else.
Programmed to kill.
Do you know where...
No!
However, to stop me...
...you must kill me.
I am the monster.
- Beelzebub. - Beelzebub. The chubby behemoth.
I love to hunt.
Prowling the streets, looking for fair game.
It must be the water they drink.
I live for the hunt. My life. Blood for Papa.
Sir, I don't wanna kill any more.
No, sir, no more.
But I must honour thy father.
I wanna make love to the world.
I love people. I don't belong on Earth.
Return me to yahoos.
I wanna wish you all a happy Easter.
May God bless you in this life and the next.
And for now...
...I say goodbye and good night.
Lasciami. Non mi toccare!
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."
- Holy Jesus Christ. - Holy shit!
Will you excuse me for a minute?
Luigi...
Sugno che oggi ho tanto... Pe' Vossia...
Chisto, chisto madman � uno nostro.
Come on. Aiutami.
Non te preoccupare.
Ci penso io pe' iddu.
Grazie. Grazie.
Basket catch.
Hey, pally, that catch in the ' series...
There's a long drive way back to centre field.
Way back! And it is caught!
He got lucky!
I'm gonna love you
Like nobody's ever loved you
When you sang that song, I fell in love with you.
Come rain or come shine
- eddie Sabatini. - That's me, baby.
Eddie Sabatini!
High as a mountain
Deep as a river
Oh, baby, come here.
Da-da-daah!
Just when you met me
It was just one of those things
But don't, don't you ever bet me
- Oh, my God, Ma! - Oh, my God! Ritchie!
- I'm sorry! - Get outta here, Ritchie!
Ritchie!
Go inside, Helen! Jesus!
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!
You come back. You're gone for a week.
- You come, you go! - I'm sorry.
Look, look. Thing is... your mother and I have been talking.
She packed your shit up. We want you to stay in the garage.
I'm not stayin' in the fuckin' garage!
- This ain't the fuckin' Sherry-Netherland. - Use the fuckin' bedroom!
It's our house. We can do what the fuck we want!
You should be happy that we're lettin' you stay in the fuckin' garage.
- Ma, this guy's kickin' me out! - Helen!
- He's makin' me live in the garage! - Helen, talk to him!
- He's kicking me out of my own house! - 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 need our fuckin' privacy, OK?
From now on, you ring the fuckin' doorbell.
You got that? Ring the front doorbell. Give me your keys.
- Come on, give me the keys. - I ain't givin' you...
- Ma! Ma! - Helen!
What are you doin', Ma? Please don't fuckin' do this to me.
Oh, Ritchie, stop it.
I fuckin' hate you, you fat piece of shit!
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?
- Eddie! - Huh?
The Son of Sam killer who has been targeting women with long hair...
...has caused 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 colour...
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. OK, Vinny?
- Yeah, but I'm not your father, am I? - No.
Hey, Vinny, I heard you saw the killer.
- Who told you that shit? - Just heard it around the neighbourhood.
I didn't see anybody, OK? Remember that.
OK. Look, thanks for the haircut.
Use it.
See ya, Ruby.
Congratulations. You just realised you are married.
Yeah, well, I'm tryin'.
- Does Gloria need a shampoo girl? - Hey, Gloria! You need a shampoo girl?
- What do you think? - 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 got two out of three right there.
Oi! 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?
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 song Baba O'Riley?
- My favourite. You know who wrote it? - Englebert Humperdinck?
- Uh-uh. - What, you don't think I know?
Come on, I know. Pete Townshend.
- 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... - Are you two getting married?
- Can I get to work? - Are you jealous?
- Please! - I need a favour.
What's goin' on?
- Eddie's got me movin' into the garage. - What do you want me to do?
- Loan me $ . - Ah, get outta here!
- Come on. - You beggar, you.
- No, wait. The garage could be cool. - Fuck that!
No, forget that. 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.
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.
All right, here. Shut up and take.
- Don't ever say I never gave you nothin'. - Are you loaded these days?
- And use it well, OK? - Thank you.
bucks? Fuckin' bucks?
I can turn that place into a palace with 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. - Shut up!
Might as well use this psycho killer as an excuse.
Go ahead...
Blonde me.
You did a good job. I could dig it, you know?
Maybe I can be an interior decorator.
You could be whatever you want, I think.
Sure.
- Yeah. - What, you really mean that?
Of course I mean that.
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.
Hang around with those spirit snipers and they steal your light.
- You're too young for that. - Uh-huh.
What are you doing?
Hey, come on. Come on, come on. You don't gotta do that.
- Ruby, Ruby, stop, please.
You don't gotta do that. Don't do it.
Where you goin'?
I'm gonna go.
- I didn't say to go. - You didn't exactly say to stay.
Stay.
It's good.
Hi, baby. How ya doin'? I'm sorry...
Yeah, I'll be home...
Yeah, I'll be an hour.
You know her. Come on.
It's a last-minute thing. I didn't know she was coming, OK? Calm down.
Of course I do. Come on. Not now, all right?
Bye. I gotta go, OK? Just...
She can't give you what you want.
Yeah, let's not talk about her, OK?
"Best Of My Love" by The Emotions)
I like the way you make me feel about you, baby
I want the whole wide world to see
Whoa, whoa
You've got the best of my love
Whoa, whoa
You've got the best of my love
Whoa, whoa...
Gloria.
I'm feeling a little guilty now.
- Now? - Yeah, and I'm... I'm thinking...
I'm trying to be a good husband now. I just don't feel like we can do it.
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? Let's just not do it.
- OK? That's it.
You think you're the only one with feelings? I got a husband at home.
I know. I agree with you absolutely.
You're a selfish bastard. You're a selfish bastard.
You started this. I didn't start this.
- I know it's my fault. - Put your fuckin' clothes on.
Clothes I put on your back.
Oh, oh-oh
Oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh...
- Maybe we should do it one more time. - Come on.
Oh, Vinny, stop.
Vinny.
- Come on, beg me for it. - Oh, come on, Vinny.
Oh, Vinny. Come on.
You've got the best of my love
Oh, giving you the best of my love
With that reward money, I'd start a college fund for my daughter.
Yeah? I'd buy a yacht. Like Hugh Hefner, I'd get Playboy bunnies walking around.
You can't get a yacht with ten grand.
You'd get a row boat with two Puerto Rican skanks.
With that money, I'll take my parents home to Sicily for a fuckin' month.
Hey! No filthy language in front of my daughter!
I'm sorry, Joey.
This your daughter?
- Yeah, she's Daddy's sweetheart. - Hey, there.
- Daddy! - Whoa! Don't touch her!
- Come here, sweetheart. - I didn't do nothin'.
What'd you do, man?
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 OK.
Ooh, don't look at that scary guy. Come here.
Go play with your friends, OK? Get away from him.
Give me more reasons to hate your ass.
I'm back!
Hello, Brian.
He-he-hey! Bobby the fairy! How's it hangin', huh?
That's Mrs del Fiore to you, sweetheart. And don't wear it out.
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.
Suck on these two nickels. Just give me the money. Let's go. Come on. Come on!
- This money better not be sticky, either. - 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.
- . -calibre queer. - A real homo-cidal maniac.
- Put him through the penal system. - Only if I can have you as my cellmate.
- How 'bout that, you motherfucker?
You asshole! You fucking asshole! I hate you!
Don't burn him! He's a paying customer!
- He's a fuckin' homo! - Ridiculous, man.
I gotta drop the kid off with her mother. See you later.
- At the club? - 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! - Daddy!
Hey, Ruby!
- So what's goin' on with you and Ruby? - What, she's my date.
She's goin' on a date with you?
Why buy the cow when everybody gets the milk and steaks for free?
I like the cow.
Brian, give me and Ruby a lift.
I'm fuckin' busy. You can ride your cow to the subway.
Cows don't fit in Corvettes. I'm sorry.
You're serious you're not gonna give me a lift?
Ritch, nothin' for nothin', but...
...are you gettin' the feelin' you're not that welcome here?
I mean, do I got to spell it out for you?
Nah, it's clear.
What you got this time? I heard it before from you.
And I got in trouble from you. That's cos you sent me chicken!
I don't need that. I don't need no trouble from the law, thank you...
Hold on a sec.
Let me get back to you. I'm working. Somebody's gotta make some money.
- Hey, man. - Ritchie.
This is Ruby... this is Midnite.
- 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. - If I break the rules for you, everyone'll...
I just need some moolah.
...be wanting to dance every time they need a dime bag.
This girl's special to me.
Oh! Then you appeal to my sense of romantic.
Uh-huh. Let me see how special she is.
- What colour panties you have on? - Hey!
Let me see. What colour? I just wanna see colour.
- Cut it out. Stop, you're being rude. - Blue. OK, blue.
- What are you doin'? - Go ahead.
("La Vie En Rose" by Grace Jones)
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 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.
You wanna get this hotel room?
No. Ritchie, wait a minute.
- If you're gettin' second thoughts... - 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.
("Got To Give It Up" by Marvin Gaye)
Let me get your door, OK? I wanna do this right.
I used to go out to parties...
- Come on, baby. - Thank you, baby.
Tonight's your night. And my night.
It's our night.
We've stayed in like cowards for two weeks.
Fuck the. -Calibre Killer. We're gonna have fun. It's Saturday!
- Saturday. Ulysses! - Hey!
- How ya doing, stronzo? - Great. Have a good time.
- 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?
Holy shit!
- Dionna, what a dress! - Easy, now.
- Look at those legs. - They're longer than Vinny's.
A lot longer!
That's all right, though. I can handle it.
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.
Not as scared as I was.
Dionna, you look very beautiful tonight. May I have this dance?
Yeah, can I dance with you, too?
- Youse better dance with each other. - Yeah, dance together.
Now I know why you never come out with us.
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
Movin' up
And down
Move, shake it down
Ah, whoo
If you think you're groovy, mama
Let's meet face to face
Everybody's movin'
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
Daily News columnist Jimmy Breslin...
...received a letter today from the. -Calibre 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.
Hello from the gutters of NYC...
...which are filled with dog manure, vomit...
...stale wine, urine and blood.
Hello from the sewers of NYC which swallow up these delicacies...
...when they are washed away by the sweeper trucks.
Screw Son of Sam. I'm not cuttin' my hair.
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...
...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...
...anxious to please Sam."
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 9th?
Not knowing what the future holds...
...I shall say farewell.
And I will see you at my nextjob.
Or shall I say you will see my handiwork at the nextjob?
PS.
Please inform all the detectives working on the case that I wish them luck.
Keep them digging, drive on.
- Think positive.
Here are some clues to help you along.
The Duke of Death, the Wicked King Wicker.
- Don't shoot!
What are you doing here? The Son of Sam is running around!
Go find yourself a motel. Get the hell out of here.
The Disciples of Hell.
John Wheaties, rapist and suffocator of young girls.
In their blood and from the gutter...
...Sam's creation, . -Calibre.
The Son of Sam.
Let me in! Mick!
Let me in! Let me in!
What? You all right?
The Duke of Death, the Wicked King Wicker.
Fuck you, Wicked King Wicker, Duke of Death, Son of Sam!
Come and fuckin' 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, OK?
This is occult. This is Manson shit.
There's somebody outside there?
What if he thinks I saw him?
What if he fuckin' thinks 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 any more.
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 outta here!
When do you want to go?
Right now. Let's pack up our shit and get the fuck out for a while, OK?
Baby, I can't go 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, massages, vibratin' beds, the whole works.
We'll just have fun, crazy fun, OK?
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.
Come on.
Come on. Let's make love.
Baby. Baby? Hey, baby.
C-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? - OK.
Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.
Oh!
Oh, shit.
Good night. Let's go to sleep.
Good night, baby.
Good evening. This is John Jeffries, eyewitness News.
I'm here with Detective Timothy Dowd...
...head of the. -Calibre 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.
Too slowly for our tastes, but this is a very elusive suspect.
Whenever we get there, he's gone. We never know where he'll strike next...
What are they talking about anyway?
The man must live somewhere.
So we have a man who, we suspect... Maybe you notice he comes home late...
This is... This is...
- This is all fuckin' smoke. - It's a farce. A farce.
...single room or an attic or in the back of some place.
Do you have a long list of suspects?
We have a list.
We've always had a list. We have a list now, and we have always had a list.
You know what we gotta do.
We gotta get this rat bastard. We gotta do it.
Cos they can't do it.
And maybe we, uh...
...offer another $, in the reward, huh?
- We'd get a few more names on our list. - Right, boss.
It's bad.
Yeah. They're gonna catch this bastard soon, huh?
OK, do me a favour. 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.
If things don't change, I don't know what will happen.
- I gotta tell Connie I gotta let her go. - Connie?
She's our strongest waitress. You can't.
Connie's got no children. Only one mouth has got to stay empty.
Hey, what's up?
- Hey, paesano! - How ya doing?
- Where were you? - Stadium. Yankees lost.
- Let's go. I'm tired. - All right, Dad. We're gonna go.
Aspett' one minute, OK? I got something for youse.
- We gotta go. - I got something for both of youse.
- Oh, you do? - Yeah. You like presents.
- What is this, Dad? - What the hell is that?
If you go out tonight, Vinny, make her wear it.
Dad, I'm not gonna wear this. We're just gonna drive straight home.
Do me a favour. For your father.
This animal is killing young girls with long, brown hair.
Please, you do it for me.
- Listen to your father - Are you gonna gang up on me?
- Yeah. - All right. I'll wear the Barbie doll... thing.
You make me sleep in peace. Please? Thank you.
Let's go.
- Are they closed? - Yeah.
- Promise? - I swear to God.
("It's Ecstasy When You Lay Down Next To Me" by Barry White)
I hear you coming.
- I know you're standin' there. - I'm here. OK.
Wow!
Wow, baby.
Jesus Christ.
You look so different.
Jesus, I feel like I'm cheating on you with you.
Wow. Wow, baby.
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 do. Can I call you Vincente?
Yeah, but first you have to suck my huge cock.
You sure you want me to do that, Vincente?
I know Sheri loves it... Whoa, baby!
When you lay down next to me
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, shit.
All my life I've been searching for a star
Now my search is over and here we are
Livin' in ecstasy...
Oh, shit.
Yeah, we're in ecstasy
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 should have never made you do this. I shouldn't have.
- I'm sorry, baby. Really fucking sorry. - What?
- Oh, my God. Baby, what happened? - No, no, no.
I'm sorry. Tell me how you like it. I'll do it different.
- Baby, baby, it's not that. - I'll do it different.
It's just... You're my wife, OK? I love you just the way you are.
Let's do it like normal people, the way we always fucking do it.
- Let's do it regular. - But, baby, I-I-I wanna make you happy.
I'm gonna turn off the light, OK?
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.
All right, listen. We got four names on the list.
- Right. Read that list. - All right.
Right at the fuckin' top we got Ritchie Freak.
Billy the Jew, Jimmy del Fini and that guy that drives the bus to City Island.
All right. We're gonna mark their tyres with chalk.
- Chalk? - They take a ride, we'll know where to.
You see that guy over there making pies?
Don't be so obvious, Brian.
His name's Frankie Cadillac. He moved here a year ago.
He lives alone on Sampson Avenue.
My aunt tells me he's got those weirdo eyes.
We'll check him out.
What about Johnny Nasso, huh?
Johnny Nasso drives a cab and he's a Vietnam vet.
So what?
Vietnam vets call themselves Sons of Sam.
- Uncle Sam and shit, huh? - All right, relax!
- 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. 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. - No, no, no. Let me think about it.
I know who the killer is.
I figured it out.
Reggie Jackson.
- 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.
What, are you mixing acid with your dope now?
What kind of gun did the killer use?
Calibre, right? What's Reggie's number?
- Nobody said the killer was a mulenyam. - That's why they can't find him.
You keep talking like that, I'll put you at the head of that list.
- Give me that fuckin' pen. - Stop, stop. Enough with the 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 list!
- 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.
Get the fuck back in there and make me a calzone!
It's all right. Everything's fine.
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... - You're cruel and inconsiderate.
You're selfish, Mr Carr.
I can see there will be no peace...
You antagonise him! You never stop fooling around with him.
You wicked, evil man! Child of the Devil!
Shut that dog up!
Now you keep it up, fella, and I am calling the cops! I'm sick of this!
Kill...
...T-H-e...
...the...
...dog.
You won't be barking any more.
("Baba O'Riley" by The Who)
Help me!
Out here in the fields
I fought for my meals...
The Calibre Killer, who calls himself the Son of Sam...
...struck again last night, shooting a 17-year-old girl...
...and a -year-old man as they sat in a car near the Elphas disco in Queens.
To prove I'm right
I don't need to be forgiven
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...
- Hi, Dan. - What can I do for you, man?
Give me a good deal.
- What are you looking for? - A fuckin' new Fender.
I got just the guitar for you.
Brand new Fender Stratocaster.
Sunburst, rosewood neck... with your name on it.
- How much? - 6 bucks, out the door.
Teenage wasteland
Sally, take my hand
And travel South, my friend
Put out the fire
And don't look past my shoulder
Reggie! Reggie! Reggie!
Teenage wasteland
It's only teenage wasteland
Teenage wasteland, oh, yeah
Teenage wasteland
They're all wasted
- Are you shot, Bobby? - No. It was Rocco.
Let's go fuck him up!
- You motherfucker! - Pussy!
Nobody messes with Bobby del Fiore!
No!
What are you gonna have?
Keep lookin', maggot.
What are you doing? Stop that shit.
- These fuckin' guys in the pink shirts. - Leave 'em the fuck alone.
What are you gonna have?
You believe this freak?
- Do you like me? - Ritchie, be serious with me for a minute.
- Here you go. - I don't feel like eating right here.
- Chicken's yours, right? - If he stays, 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 guys?
What she did before she met me is her business.
- You really feel that? - Yeah.
It would skeeve me a little bit, you know?
I mean, Ruby's a nice girl, but she is a whore.
- What? - You don't love her, do you?
What's your interpretation of love?
Commitment, responsibility, marriage, kids.
You're not gonna marry her. I won't let you.
You and Dionna are gonna have kids?
What took you so long, Chickie? I'm starvin' over here. Thank you.
Can I get a... I want a cheeseburger and I want fries...
- Sorry, we're out of cheeseburgers. - Out of cheeseburgers? All right.
Well, can you get me a BLT? Something like that...
- Sorry. No can do. - What do you got, then?
- I'm fuckin' freakin' starvin' here. - I don't have anything. We're closin'.
You got a -hour diner, and you're closin'?
- I just saw you serve those guys. - It's these fuckin' guys here.
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 diner.
- I'll serve you, but he's gotta go. - Who are you talking to?
- Wait, wait. Hold on. - You talking to me?
Hold on. Chickie, do you know who this is?
- Who? - You don't know who this is, do you?
This is Ritchie!
- Ritchie who? - Ritchie Trangali!
- That's Ritchie Trangali? - He's scary-looking, but that's my boy!
Sorry, but you're gonna have to leave.
- My customers feel nauseous. - Fuck them!
Come on, Chickie. Fuck your customers. Relax. Get some roast beef sandwiches.
- Come on. Just go. - Just like that?
Fuck this idiot. Fuck him. Let's go.
- You're calling me an idiot? - Yeah, a fuckin' idiot.
- Fuckin' reject. Get out! - Hey, hey!
Get him out. Just take him out of my place.
Fuck you!
You fucking bitch!
Jesus.
Tastes better than Heinz ketchup, you fuck.
- He's fuckin' nuts. - You like that, you fuck?
Ritchie, easy.
You know, Ritchie, I don't blame them, you know?
When you're in Rome... What are you gonna do?
You come up here with that dog collar...
We're all wearing dog collars. You're wearin' a dog collar.
- I'm wearing a... - You're wearing a dog collar.
You're a fuckin' dog of society. You're on a leash to a certain way of thinking.
I don't fuckin' understand what you're saying.
I'm not relating to this shit. 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?
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?
Take responsibility for yourself, man.
It's not the fuckin' world.
It's your fuckin' dick that made you do that! Don't blame the world!
- My dick made me do that? - Yeah, your dick.
The heat wave continues in the city...
...as record-breaking temperatures claimed six lives.
Three fatalities were in Brooklyn...
...two in the Bronx and one in Queens.
Crime has risen with the temperatures.
There is an increase in domestic violence...
All right, you two. Out. My turn.
And Con Ed is asking that you try to conserve electricity...
...as several neighbourhoods in the five boroughs...
...are experiencing brownouts.
The health department advises the elderly...
...and people with respiratory problems...
Uh-oh.
Shit.
- Daddy! Dad!
- Take it easy, baby. Come on. - It's all right.
Oh, my God! Guys, this is not funny!
- It's us. Baby, the power's out. - The power's out?
Th Precinct, Officer Hall.
Yeah, we do know. It's a blackout. The whole five boroughs.
- We're doing the best we can.
Precinct, Officer Riggs. 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.
They'll have their hands full chasin' looters.
Niggers and spics.
It's ourjob to protect our neighbourhood.
And this Son of Sam has the blackout to hide in.
I want all our guys on the Layton Avenue bridge.
It's fuckin' my joint. Shut the fuck up.
Nobody gets in my neighbourhood without me knowin' it.
Oh, what the fuck is this?
Pull over!
What the fuck are you doing? Who are you? What do you want here?
No s� d�nde estoy...
- What the fuck are you talking about? - No puedo ver...
Get the fuck out of there!
Con Ed officials said...
...the lights went out at 9.pm!
I'm here at the corner of 15th 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...
...and that the city that never sleeps has come to a standstill.
I'm gonna get out of the way... cos I fear my safety.
Joey, get the kids in the neighbourhood.
If they need cars, you give 'em cars.
If they need baseball bats, you give 'em bats.
We're gonna patrol the neighbourhood.
We'll go to different points - the beach, bridge, down to the avenue.
- Understand? - Yeah.
Here we go. Come on. Let's go.
We'll get you, Son of Sam! We'll get you, Son of Sam!
And then you call Frankie.
Tell him to bring the feast lights...
...and the generators cos Luigi is gonna give a big block party...
...with the cannoli and the bab� rum...
...and the sausage and peppers and the spiedini.
That psycho is gonna have no place to hide.
Frankie!
Hey, hey, hey, that's my man!
I love you, I love you, I love you!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
I got you!
Bang! Bang! I got you, Son of Sam!
- We got a fuckin' gig. You know, singin'? - Serious?
- We're going to fuckin' CBGB's. - At CBGB's.
Vinny, this is our first gig, man. This is a big deal.
No, congratula... No, I'm serious. We're excited.
Congratulations. A toast.
- I'm singing. - They're gonna pay you. That's great.
I don't know about that.
Maybe I'll come. How do you spell that CBGB?
C-B-G-B. You never heard of it? It's on the Bowery in the city.
Oh, CBGB.
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 accusing you of anything.
Then what do you want?
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.
If I knew, I wouldn't be asking.
I mean... Look. You think this is easy for me?
Talking to you about Vinny, you know...
...my husband's sexual likes and dislikes.
And so you ask me, cos I should know.
No...
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 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... very pretty, OK?
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.
First...
...you can't be his wife.
- That's number one. Too late for that. - Yeah.
Is this it? This where we're going?
The sign's CBGB, right? And this is the corner of Bleecker and Bowery.
This is where my father said all the bums were. But who are these people?
You scared?
What is this?
I can't believe Ritchie made us come over here.
I won't even park my car here. What the fuck is this?
Oh, my God. Look at those girls looking at me.
- Looking at me like I'm the freak. - 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 say hello to Ritchie.
Maybe go for one drink and then get the hell out, huh?
- Your call. - No.
I-I-I wanna go. I skeeve this place.
- You sure? - Yeah, I'm sorry. Let's just go.
OK. All right. Where the hell do you want to go?
- Um... - Anywhere. I don't care.
- ? - Studio?
- Is that where you wanna go? - We're dressed for it, baby.
OK. It's your car. It's your night.
Hello from the gutters of New York City
Filled with urine, vomit, stale wine
- And blood - And blood
Hello from the sewers of NYC
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
Hello, hello, hello, hello
Hello
Goodbye
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
I'm sick and tired of bad dates
Don't flaunt no shit, no time to wait
I just want to gravitate
Out of sight, out of sight
Oh, let's go
Out of sight, out of sight
Oh, let's go
Oh, my God, look at the line. Jesus Christ!
Honey, I can't wait to hear what music they're gonna play in here.
You get so excited by this stuff.
Honey, we're gonna dance. The people we're gonna see...
Look at the limos and everything. The people.
I don't wanna wait on line.
- Excuse me, you waiting on line? - Yes, I'm waitin' to get in.
Oh, my God. Those are... Those are men.
Shh!
- He sure is ugly, though. - Shh!
How are we gonna get in, baby?
- Why don't we walk up and pretend? - Push through. Act like you belong.
- How ya doing? - Whoa. Are you on the list?
- What list? - Did somebody put you on the list?
- Yeah. - How do you know about the list?
- Get behind the line. - The line? Wait a minute.
You're confusing me. What do you mean about the line?
Come on. Behind the ropes.
We came all the way from the Bronx.
Vinny, give him some money.
Look how beautiful she is. Let her in.
Hey, it's the first goddamn star I've seen tonight.
Give me the camera. 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.
- Who's your lady? Come with us. - She's my wife.
All right. Everybody out.
- Here we are, Vinny! - Ooh! Ooh!
Simon says hold this. Simon says hold this.
Come on. Let's go.
- This is your palace. - Simon, it's a beautiful palace.
There you go, baby.
Oh, shit. I never knew places like this existed.
Oh, honey, I'm really stoned. Maybe we should go.
Oh, come on. I don't really want to go. I wanna 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.
- No. I'll stay. - OK, let's stay. Good.
("Everybody Dance" by Chic)
Honey, people can see us.
Come on, baby. Trust me. Just close your eyes like this.
Please trust me.
Everybody dance
Doo-ooh, clap your hands
Clap your hands
Everybody dance
Doo-ooh, clap your hands
Clap your hands
Music never lets you down
Puts a smile on your face any time, any place
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'... I'm fuckin'... Come on!
Everybody dance
Doo-ooh, clap your hands, clap your hands
Everybody dance
Doo-ooh, clap your hands, clap your hands
Everybody dance
Doo-ooh, clap your hands...
("Dancing Queen" by ABBA)
Is this another one of your shortcuts?
You can dance
So what, you're not gonna talk? The whole way home?
Having the time of your life
Come on, Vinny. Tell me something. What do you think?
Digging the dancing queen
Did that guy fuck you better than me?
I'm embarrassed. I don't wanna talk about that.
Fuckin' embarrassed? Did he fuck you better than me?
- I did it for you. - You did it for me.
Oh, that's nice. You did it for me. Did you like it for me?
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 whore.
Don't fuckin' do that shit.
You were there, too. You're a fuckin' whore.
I can't be a whore cos I'm a man, OK?
You're the fuckin' whore, you stupid lesbian fuckin' whore!
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 killer out there!
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 shit! Get the fuck out!
- I will not get out of the car. - Get out!
You get out of my car! Get out now!
Fuckin' piece of shit.
Fuckin' make me sick, you fuckin' slut.
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?
All this time I'm thinking there's something wrong with me.
You perverted sick fuck!
Come on, Dionna, please. I'm sorry. Get in the fuckin' car.
No.
Come on. Get in the car. Come on. Let's go.
Fuck you.
Come on. Get in the car. Please, baby.
Don't "baby" me! I'm gonna wait here until somebody comes along.
I gonna wait until some soul brother comes in his big black Cadillac.
And you know and I know he's got a big black dick.
- Don't talk like that. Get in the car. - Oh, fuck you.
Please, please, don't make me have to beg you.
- Don't make me have to hurt you. - Hurt me?!
Don't you lay a pinky on me!
I'll get him to kick your ass, then I'll fuck him!
You wanna watch, Vinny? Will that turn you on?
You linguine dick motherfucker!
You wanna watch while I suck a big black dick in 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 in the car. - Any black dick out there?
It better be big cos there's some free pussy!
I don't get hard any more because you don't turn me on any more.
- You're a fuckin' pervert. - Get in. I'm sick of this.
I'll take you to your father's, then I don't want to see you.
All right. You wanna drive? Drive me over there, you fuckin' dyke!
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! Don't fuckin' leave me here!
I hope he fuckin' kills you, you fuckin' faggot pansy!
- Stop that fuckin' car! Come back! - Fuck you!
- Dionna, come on! Come back! - Stick it up your fuckin' ass!
Dionna, don't fuckin' leave me here! Dionna!
Today is July 9th, 1977.
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 to Jimmy Breslin...
...the killer taunted police by saying...
...he would be back tonight to mark his anniversary.
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. -Calibre Killer will strike again.
Please, be safe.
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?
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 neighbourhood, Father.
You know, boys, you really 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. I've heard that before.
Let your heart keep my commandments.
Do not let kindness and truth leave you.
All right. Thank you, Father.
Vincent, it's the middle of the night.
What's the matter with you?
Don't make everybody know your business, OK?
Come on. Tomorrow's another day.
She'll be all right with me.
- Just tell her to come home with me. - Tomorrow's another day. Listen to me.
July 9th, 1977.
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...
Hi.
My name...
...is Mr Williams...
...and...
...I live...
...in this hole.
I have several children who I'm turning into killers.
Wait till they grow up...
No! Shut that dog up!
How can this be?
I thought I killed you, Mr Black Dog.
How did you get in here?
Leave me alone!
What do you want?
I want you to go out and kill.
Kill! Kill!
Kill!
OK, 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.
Listen, I gotta go.
All right.
Gentlemen, good morning.
Gentlemen!
Congratulations. Death Day went without an incident.
Now I need you to stay sharp.
I want you to pay attention to every detail, big or small.
We're close. He knows we're close.
This sick bastard, he knows we're onto him.
- We're close. He knows we're out there. - Everybody's checking out.
Chickie, give me a fork.
Hey, Vinny.
You're 86'd, you and your freaky friend.
- Chickie, relax, man. - What happened?
You didn't tell them what happened?
That freaky bastard scared my customers.
They thought he was 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 get nervous just from lookin' at him.
So I go over and I ask him very nice...
Come on! It didn't happen like that. Why are you fuckin' makin' it up?
- It didn't happen like that? - No, it fuckin' didn't!
He didn't jump up like a madman, break a glass over his head...
...and start licking the blood like fuckin' Bela Lugosi?
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. - Like I fuckin' care. 86 me, too.
You're 86'd cos it didn't happen like that.
You're so fuckin' crazy. You're fucked up.
Vinny, Ritchie does somethin' like that and you don't tell us?
- Come on. Are you shitting me? - What do you mean?
You're not gonna take that shit for serious.
What does Chickie gotta lie for?
- Anything else we should know? - You hiding something?
- What the fuck does that mean? - You didn't tell us about this.
What are you protecting Ritchie for?
- What else ain't you telling us? - Don't fuckin' touch me like that!
- What's the matter with you? - I'm goin' before something happens.
- What's wrong with you? - Vinny, come on.
What's the matter with you?
- Hey, Vinny! - He's protectin' him.
- This guy's out of line. - He's protectin' Ritchie.
- That fuckin' Ritchie, man. - He's got him brainwashed.
I'm telling you. He must have something on him.
Vinny, come back in here!
What's up with this attitude on this kid?
Hey, leave him alone. It ain't him.
Let's all chant...
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.
I just didn't know he did porno.
- Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.
You gonna play my Dead Boys? Don't make me dance to this disco shit.
Hello, Ritchie. Mr Macho Man, tough Bronx boy. What are you doing here?
- Shut the fuck up or I'll fuckin' kill you! - Midnite!
Don't touch Bobby! Get your hands off him!
I'll tell your fuckin' mother what you do!
Get your hands off him! I'll fire your ass!
M-U...
...R- D...
...E- R.
Murder.
Welcome to another ballgame...
...with the Yankees and the Orioles at Yankee Stadium.
I know everybody's been complaining about the heat, and it has been brutal.
So we've got the peftect setting...
...for a ballgame, and it's gonna be a very exciting game, as it usually is...
...and especially with Scotty McGregor and Ron Guidry.
Guidry has more stuff than McGregor...
...but McGregor gives the Yankees a hard time when he's pitching, as he is today.
Coming to the plate, Reggie Jackson, who's 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.
Reggie has had a lot ofproblems with Billy Martin all year.
He's in Martin's doghouse. Martin yells at him but Reggie doesn't look at him.
They've had their problems, but they get over it...
Reggie steps back into the box.
Here's the pitch...
Reggie looks for the sign from third base coach Dick Howser...
...then steps back into the box, and number is ready...
Help!
Reggie swings, hits a foul ball back into the seats.
And it looks like he split that bat...
...and he's gotta walk back and get another bat.
While he's doing that, you know what's happening in New York lately.
Abe Beame, who was my teacher in Richmond Hill High School...
...the mayor of New York, is really having his problems with the...
...the Son of Sam's murders that are happening...
...up in the Bronx, by the way.
I want all you people to be careful when you go out for a little spooning at night.
All right, back to the ballgame.
The Yankees have 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!
...to tie the Orioles two apiece in the bottom of the fifth inning.
Reggie Jackson, who gets those clutch home runs when you need 'em...
...sure came through that time.
Holy cow! Unbelievable!
Over to Eyewitness reporter John Jeffries...
...who has been covering this story.
Son of Sam struck last night in Brooklyn for the first time.
I'm here in the predominantly black neighbourhood 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.
- Your view. - Let me tell you.
Son of Sam knows better than to come into Bed-Stuy with that crap.
Cos we don't care. 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.
John Jeffries here...
...in the Bedford-Stuyvesant section of Brooklyn, New York.
Thank you, John.
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.
Don't worry, Bobby. Nobody's gonna hurt you.
- It's a good thing you came to me. - OK.
- 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, CBGB's?
Are you still with that shit? Huh?
How can you guys follow this clown?
It's like the blind leading the blind.
Who's blind? They think for themselves.
I got my own mind.
- My head's screwed on straight. - Yeah, exactly.
Let me tell you something. I know Ritchie like if he was my brother, OK?
Even though he was outside the disco before the killing?
- Especially. - Where was he during all the killings?
And he fits the police profile. He's got weird religious beliefs.
That shit he pulled at the diner don't mean nothin'? You know him that well?
- I know him that well. - Tell him, Bobby.
Tell him about the fag strip joint. Who the star attraction was.
What the fuck are you talkin' about? 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 cos of that. Come on!
Killer, fag, pimp, punk rocker.
Queer, pervert, homo, degenerate, whatever the fuck it is.
Who wants something like that around here anyway?
He's your friend. Don't you wanna know what's goin' on with him?
I do. When he calls I'm gonna fuckin' talk to him.
You're gonna fuckin' talk to him? You ain't thinkin' straight.
People are gettin' killed in our neighbourhood.
Now, are you with us or not?
Hey, Vin, it's not your fault. You didn't know. Nobody did.
Ritchie's a crazy fuck, but he's smart.
He's eluded the police and the FBI all this time.
Listen to him, Vin.
OK, Vin, forget about us.
But what happens if Dionna's next? How are you gonna live with that?
Knowing you could've saved her if you acted like you had balls.
Come on, Vin.
OK... OK.
OK, all right. I'll help you guys, OK?
It's not just you, Vinny. He fooled the whole world.
Yeah, OK, I said all right!
Just leave me alone, OK? Shut the fuck up.
OK, OK. You're doin' the right thing, Vin.
Sure I am. Yeah, I'm a great friend. I'm a great fuckin' friend.
Wait a minute. Is that Vin?
- Where? - Right there.
That's why he didn't make the gig. He got the dates mixed up.
Give me your shades.
Watch me fuck with him.
- What you gonna do? - Watch this. Watch.
Hey, man.
- Hey! - You're the guy! You've seen our work.
- Get the fuck away. - The cult's gonna get you!
- What the hell's the matter? - Hey, man!
Oh, shit, Ritchie. You fuckin' asshole!
You almost made me fuckin' piss on myself, you fuck!
Jesus! What did you do to your hair? It looks stupid.
What the fuck are you doin' here? The gig was last week.
Ritchie, I gotta talk to you. I gotta be serious with you.
We gotta be straight to each other, OK?
Man to man, square business, OK?
I'm serious. Fuckin' look at me when I'm talkin' to you. Are you in a cult?
Ritchie, answer me. Are you in a fuckin' cult? Please tell me.
What kind of cult?
What kind of answer is that? I'm asking...
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.
They've got this list and they're spyin' on people.
You're on the top of the fuckin' list. Now laugh at that shit.
Wait a minute. 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 any more cos they're in there lookin' for you.
Doesn't matter what you think?
You thought something. Brought 'em down here on me.
Nah, I didn't do that. I wanted things to be cleared out and straightened out.
- All right. So? - I just told 'em to talk to you.
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.
You've been acting so strange I don't know what to do.
- Me? - Look at yourself in the fuckin' mirror.
Huh? Look at that hair. What the fuck is that, huh?
A hairstyle doesn't determine whether you're a killer.
- I don't mean that. - What do you mean?
Normal people don't dress the way you do...
Normal people?
You think I'm the Son of Sam and you bring a lynch mob here to string me up.
- Ritchie... - I thought you were my friend.
- I am your fuckin' friend. - You're not my friend.
I made a fuckin' mistake. I'm sorry.
What do I do? Bobby the fairy says you're a nude dancer at a fag club.
What am I supposed to do with that?
- What? - Bobby says you're a fuckin' fag dancer.
Bobby the fag don't know shit, OK?
Cos he's a homo, now I'm one?
I don't know. You tell me.
Are you suckin' dick? Is that what you do there?
First you think I'm the fuckin' Son of Sam.
Now I'm a fuckin' homo. I can't believe this.
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! - Let's go, Ritchie!
- You're gonna need me, Ritchie. - Don't do me any favours, asshole.
- Ruby, come here! - He's a fuckin' prick.
Ruby, could you talk to him?
- What the fuck did you do? - Let me talk to you.
Ruby.
Go fuckin' home, Vinny! You always start fuckin' trouble.
Motherfucker.
Those are the freakiest fuckin' people I've ever seen in my life.
Fuckin' filthy.
I could take fuckin' ten showers, I'd still feel dirty.
We didn't fuckin' see him, though, Joe.
Get outta the way. Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Fuckin' watch where you're goin', you fuckin' freak.
Fuck you, Guido!
- What'd you say? - Fuck you, Guido!
All right, man, you're drunk.
So we're gonna give you one more chance.
Who's your favourite baseball team?
Boston Red Sox.
Motherfucker.
Here he comes, Joe!
Come here, you son of a bitch!
Come here!
Boston Red Sox!
Go back to Fenway, you Beantown cocksucker!
- Come on, let's go home. - I ruined my fuckin' pants!
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.
Matty on the Grand Concourse. Bring him here. I wanna talk to him.
I'm on my way.
Nah, it doesn't look like him. It doesn't look like him at all.
What do you mean, it doesn't look like him?
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.
He's fuckin' Ruby...
...while people are there and fuckin' filming it.
I mean, would you do that to Dionna? Would you fuck your wife in a porn film?
Your wife, not mine.
Ruby's goin' along with it, but you don't think he's got some 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!
Hey, Vinny, where the hell you been?
- Traffic was crazy. I'm sorry, baby. - You don't call.
- You're three hours late. - Traffic was terrible.
- Come on, sexy. Let's go. - No, Dee, stay right where you are.
- Let her go. I gotta cut her hair. - You'll cut her hair.
- Dee, come here. I gotta cut your hair. - Stay where you are.
I'm sorry I'm late. Just crazy things goin' on.
- Move, Gloria. - What are you shovin' me for?
Who's next?
- Vinny, pull yourself together. - See the Yankees play last night?
- Reggie Jackson, he's a god, huh? - Vinny, get in the bathroom...
I always loved this fat fuck.
Take some Listerine. Pull yourself together for these customers.
This is a business here. You respect it.
- I'm going through a tough time now. - Yes, all right.
Go pull yourself together, then we'll deal with the customers, all right?
- Dee, come here. I'm ready for you. - 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.
Gloria, if it wasn't for me, you wouldn't have this great place.
Oh, what is that supposed to mean?
Cos I brought all these customers.
- You came here because of me. - Excuse us. I'm very sorry.
Don't fuckin' lie. If it wasn't for me, none of you would be here.
This place was a piece of shit before I 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 of my shop!
Fuckin' shit place! Fuck you and your customers, you piece of shit!
- Fuck me, Vinny? I'm gonna fuck you! - Fuckin' keys.
Forgot to lock the door, you stupid bitch.
Just talk to yourselves, OK?
Who took my fuckin' keys? There they are.
My glasses. You son of a bitches.
("Don't Leave Me This Way" by Thelma Houston)
What the fuck are 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, OK?
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?
How many other women did you fuck at the salon besides Gloria?
I'm never gonna cheat again. I'm gonna see a fuckin' priest.
I'm gonna fuckin' see a psychiatrist. I'll get fuckin' help.
- Cos I know I'm sick, baby. Fuckin' sick. - How many!
Was one of them named Sheri?
Come on. I made that up for you, baby. I made that up for you.
There was no fuckin' Sheri. Don't fuckin' leave me now.
Let's work this shit out. You and I can make this shit happen.
- Come on. - What about Plato's Retreat?
My heart is full of love and desire for you
OK, you're right about that. You're right about that.
I'm sorry what I made you do there, OK?
You're sorry about what you made me do. 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, OK?
I'm fuckin' going through a lot of shit right now, all right?
He's fuckin'... He's in a cult.
Ritchie's in a cult. He's brainwashed me.
I don't even know who the fuck I am lately.
The shit I'm doing right now is not me.
I'm not responsible for it.
Oh, come on!
Come on! You're blaming Ritchie for what you're doing?
Come on!
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... - 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. We're husband and wife.
We had two fuckin' great years. You can't throw that out for this piece of shit!
- What big-mouth Gloria says to you! - Wanna see?
I'm gonna throw it all out.
Out the window, just like you threw it out...
...when you stuck your dick into some other woman!
- Throw it all out! I don't give a shit! - Fuck you!
Cos only your good lovin'
Can set me free...
Baby, look what I got for you.
Fuckin' flowers. That's what I came here with.
I came with fuckin' flowers cos I know I've been fuckin' up all this time.
And I've made some bad calls and I'm a bad fuckin' husband.
I admit it. I know you can't get away with shit in life any more.
You know, God sees everything, plain and simple.
I want you to give me another chance.
- No. - I can't live without you. Please?
- You can't bring God into this any more. - I love you, baby.
- Baby, listen. - I love you so fuckin' much.
- If you leave me, I'll fuckin' die. - You have to listen to me.
OK? See.
I thought that what we had was... special together.
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.
- No, it was everybody. - Oh, baby, it wasn't.
- It was everybody. - I didn't care for those bitches.
- I love you! - Everybody. Everybody knew but me.
- And you're a liar. - Baby, I'm so fuckin' sorry.
You don't fuckin' think I hate my fuckin' self?
Don't leave me. Don't do this shit to me.
Look, I got nothin' in this life. All I got is you.
If you walk out that door, I'll fuckin' jump out that window and kill myself.
Cos I ain't got nothin', baby.
You're everything in my life and I ain't got shit.
I ain't got friends. Nothin'. I suck at everything I do.
You're the only fuckin' thing I have and I can't live without you.
Oh, God, I love you so fuckin' much.
- Baby? - Don't leave me. Don't leave me.
- I'm sorry, baby... - I love you.
Baby, I'm sorry, but I just don't believe you any more.
I'm sorry.
If you fuckin' leave here now, don't expect to come back.
- You can't leave me and come back. - Vinny, let me go.
I gotta go, Vinny.
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
Fuck this shit.
- What are you doin'? Stop, stop. - No, I'm not gonna stop.
What are you doin'?
- Ruby. - No.
- You better stop. - Take this off.
Stop.
- Ruby. - Touch me.
Want me to touch you?
Touch me!
- Joey, Ritchie's home. - Joey! Joe!
- The sick fuck is back. - He's back?
This fuckin' guy! The fuckin' balls on him!
He's tryin' to disguise himself.
His hair? He's got a fuckin' blond mohawk.
Him and Ruby are probably tryin' to make a fast getaway.
All right, all right. Let's calm the fuck down. We gotta do this right.
- We're all excited, Joey. - All right. Shhh.
We need Vinny.
Yo, Vinny!
Vinny! Vinny!
- Vinny! - Vinny!
Vinny, veni 'cca!
Fuckin' shit. Fuckin' stupid.
Vinny? Vinny, come on.
Vinny, open the door!
Yeah, yeah, OK. Shhh!
- All right!
Dionna's sleepin'. Can you come back later?
Take the fuckin' chain off the door.
Take the chain off the door.
Listen to me. Ritchie's the Son of Sam.
If Ritchie's the Son of Sam, why don't we call the cops?
- Fuck the cops! - Fuck the cops?
- I'm calling. I don't give a shit. - What the fuck are you doin'?
I'm callin' the cops, you fuckin' bastard!
What the fuck is the matter with you, huh?
You're the big tough guy, aren't ya?
Cos you got your lackeys with ya.
- What is the matter with your head? - But if we went...
Listen to him, Vinny. Just listen to Joey T.
- Don't hurt him! - Easy, man. Come on.
Get in that fuckin' chair.
- You fuckin' hit me, Joey. - I didn't come here to fight with you.
Ritchie's at home, OK? We want you to help us.
We want you to go and get him out of the house.
And then what? We're gonna sit around and then play cards?
We take him to Luigi, OK? No rough stuff.
I swear on my mother, Vin. On a stack of Bibles.
I don't fuckin' believe you guys. Yeah, right.
We're not the fuckin' black cloud of this neighbourhood!
We didn't fuck up your marriage! It was you!
- Don't fuck with us. - What are you talking about?
Your wife's got a big mouth.
You fucked up with Dionna!
- I'm OK. - I'm tellin' the fuckin' truth, Joey!
You better not talk about my wife again!
- Don't fuck with me, you bastard! - Come on, you fuck!
- Wait! Tell him you're sorry! - I'm just...
- Tell him you're fuckin' sorry! - All right!
Get the fuck outta here.
Now you listen to me, OK? All right?
Don't tell us that fuckin' Dionna's in there sleepin'.
Cos news travels fast in this fuckin' neighbourhood.
You're puttin' that shit up your nose and taking quaaludes by the ton...
...you're drinkin' like a fish.
You don't know what's up or down! You understand?
You're gonna put your fuckin' shirt on and come over and help us, or so God...
...or so fuckin' help me God, I will fuck you where you breathe! OK?
- Let's go, Vinny. Let's go! Let's go! - I'm fuckin' going.
He treats him like a fuckin' pussy.
I say one fuckin' thing, he strangles me.
Police now have in custody the man they believe is the. -Calibre Killer...
...Son of Sam.
He was arrested outside his home at 5 Pine Street in Yonkers.
New York City can now finally rest.
- Thank God. - I thought he'd be from Brooklyn.
Police! Don't move! Get against the car!
Give me your hands. One at a time.
Give me your right hand. Now!
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.
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. -Calibre Killer...
...from a potential lynch mob.
It's a great outpouring of relief...
...rage and vengeance.
Kill him! Kill him!
("Won't Get Fooled Again" by The Who)
Ladies and gentlemen, here he comes... Son of Sam.
With our children at our feet
And the morals that they worship
Will be gone
We don't know which car he's in.
Sit in judgement of all wrong
It's pure pandemonium...
...hysteria, chaos.
They're slowing down.
Ed, do we see him?
Yes!
There he is, ladies and gentlemen!
Smile and grin at the change all around
David Berkowitz!
It's David Berkowitz! There he is!
The alleged. -Calibre Killer.
- Who is it?
He has a crazed look on his face.
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
- What do you want? - How ya doin'?
The world looks just the same
It's that hair. It's ridiculous.
- Come on. Cut to the chase. - Hey, Ruby.
- Uh-huh. - How's it going?
- Fine. - Mind if I borrow him for a minute?
Yep.
I'll tip my hat to the new constitution
Get him! You get him!
You get him!
Kill him! Kill him!
- I gotta talk to you. - About what?
Dionna.
She left me.
She's gonna divorce me. It's all over.
- 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. Talk to me over here. Please. Come on.
All right. I'll be right back.
Ritchie...
I had this big fight with Gloria, right?
So she calls Dionna and tells her about all the women I've been with.
Dionna flips out and wants to leave me.
She wants a divorce cos I took her to Plato's Retreat. We had two-on-ones...
I don't know what to tell you.
We're leaving tonight, so maybe you should, too.
- You should get outta here. - I'm doin' that.
You know something... Run, Ritchie.
- What? - 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!
- Vinny. - Luigi wants to see you.
- Come on! - You set me up, you motherfucker!
I told you to fuckin' run. You don't listen.
Come on! What do you got?
- Vinny! What the fuck are you doing? - Come on, Ritchie!
Get off me!
Ritchie, eat this!
Get off me!
- You cocksucker! - Come on, you piece of shit!
You don't look so tough now!
- Come on, break 'em up! - Ritchie!
- You're comin' with us. - Get off of me!
- Come with us! - We're gonna see Luigi right now.
Listen up. You ain't gettin' out of fuckin' this one this time.
Leave him alone!
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?
We takin' the Son of Sam to Luigi! Don't fuck with us!
He ain't the Son of Sam. They caught him, it's all over the news.
- They got him in Yonkers, you idiot! - You're fuckin' lying!
Oh, yeah? Tell me my Luger's full of shit. Fuck with this, hero.
- My Luger says they caught him, OK? - All right.
One of you call an ambulance! Now, or I start shooting.
You, you, go and get a blanket. It's on the couch.
Talk to me! What happened?
Oh, my God, Ritchie!
There's nothing in the street
Just get outta here!
Get away!
Mommy!
And the slogans are replaced by and by
- Ritchie! Lay still, please! - Just leave him here.
You fuckin' traitor! What the fuck are you doin'?
I'm sorry.
Did you call an ambulance?
Yeah, it's coming. It's coming right now.
It better be.
Of all the things, a parking ticket did Son of Sam in.
On July 1, 1977, 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...
...a resident of Yonkers, New York.
At first, Berkowitz claimed insanity...
...saying a, -year-old dog named Harvey told him to do it.
Eventually he pled guilty.
That sick fuck is serving a sentence...
...of six consecutive terms of 5 years to life.
The Yankees win their 1st World Series.
The New York Yankees won the World Series against the LA Dodgers...
...led by Reggie Jackson's dramatic three consecutive home runs...
...in the sixth and deciding game.
Elvis Presley died.
7 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.
'77 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 eight million stories in the Naked City...
...and this was one of them.
("New York, New York" by 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