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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, é 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, ¿ què 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 é 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
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