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filled with urine, vomit stale wine and blood
Let's go to the diner and get breakfast. Eggs or something.
shooting them down in cold blood.
Dean Martin.
Hello, Ritchie. Mr. Macho man, tough Bronx boy, what are you doing...
I'm sorry what I made you do there.
Victims.
Here we are, Vinny.
I'll take yours and Ritchie's. Double the pleasure and fun.
I'd like to say one thing.
that I wish them luck.
Get that groove Better take it higher
- It's not working for me. - Give it a minute.
He would wish he was dead.
I don't like this place. I think we should go.
Could you? Could you do that for me?
Get the fuck out! Get out of my shop!
the whole works.
Honey, you're scaring me. Did you see him?
- Don't you say anything. - Don't hurt me.
Don't you assholes ever grow up? What the fuck is your problem?
Even if he is the killer, we need him till October.
She calls Dionna and tells her about all the women I've been with.
How are you? Where were you?
Cows don't fit in Corvettes. Sorry, Ritch.
from a potential lynch mob.
Thank you, Father.
There are eight million stories in the naked city.
The police report a rise in domestic violence and burglary,
Then you appeal to my sense of romantic.
Thank you, baby.
Vinny, relax, will you? Here, come on.
Sounds delicious.
Tell him about the fag strip joint. Tell him who the star attraction was.
Get the fuck out of the car!
and they aren't in a cult.
We're divorced. I'm back with my mother.
David Berkowitz.
Hello, Brian.
Son of Sam. Uncle Sam.
The kid was looking like Night of the Living Dead.
I just want you to give me another chance.
With that reward money I'll start a college fund for my daughter.
Let's find a place, they say
- Idiot. - I'm serious.
New York
It's for the good of the neighborhood, Father.
A single room or an attic or a basement,
Behind our house, some rest. Mostly young.
Embarrassed? Did he fuck you better than me?
No, rather, I am still here,
Yeah Here in ecstasy
That's not enough.
In his latest letter to Jimmy Breslin,
Whenever we get there, he's gone. We never know where he'll strike...
This place was a piece of shit before I fucking came here.
It doesn't matter?
Is that what the fuck you're saying?
Yeah, exactly.
Killer, fag, pimp, punk rocker.
What'd I say about your mouth in front of my girl?
Congratulations. You just realized you're married.
- I do? - You kill me.
Maybe we offer another $5,000 in the reward?
Let's just push.
- What aren't you telling us? - Don't touch me.
I say one thing, he strangles me.
Once you've deviated, you can't go back. You know that.
I copped that Who's Next album. I was thinking about you.
I don't know. You tell me.
I swear to God I love you.
They got this list, they're spying on people. You're top of the list.
You're putting that shit up your nose, taking Quaaludes, drinking like a fish.
who targets young woman with long hair,
That ties the Orioles in the bottom of the fifth inning.
We'll take a bat and patrol the neighborhood.
- You better stop. - Take this off.
You and Ritchie seem really happy together.
Don't wanna dance some more?
Take the chain off the door. I can't talk to you out here.
3, 700 were arrested during the blackout,
My friend works there. He also does porno flicks.
Shut the fuck up!
The Yankees win their 21st World Series.
A lot longer.
See that guy over there making pies?
I don't have anything. We're closing.
long time no see
These are victims six and seven. Shit's gonna hit the fan.
- I'm gonna go. - I didn't say to go.
That was heavy shit you saw.
He's brainwashed me. I don't even know who I am.
- Get the fuck out of here. - Man.
But what I know is...
- It's my fault. - Put your fucking clothes on.
Can we try it? Please?
Ma, this guy's kicking me out.
Oh, shit.
who's been covering this story.
What the fuck could this mean?
Ulysses.
I love my work.
In the Bedford-Stuyvesant section of Brooklyn, New York.
- All in the attitude. - In the attitude.
He's eluded the police and the FBI all this time.
Hi.
- Come on, pick him up! - Ritchie!
That's where I saw the dead bodies. Right there.
- You're not serious. - I am.
Business is booming up and up. Crime is down, down, down.
H.
On July 31st, 1977, he shot his last two victims.
Daddy, Luigi's veal. He's waiting.
wanting to dance every time they need a dime bag.
Motherfucker.
He's scary, but that's my boy.
The.
Tell me something. What do you think?
Ladies and gentlemen, here he comes. Son of Sam.
I can't be a whore. I'm a man.
What did you say?
Back to the ballgame.
It's your car. It's your night.
Here's your $5. Get the fuck out of here.
Fuck you, too.
Boogie night
Now the void has been filled.
What about the $15 I lent you?
The Son of Sam.
Kill!
Can you get me a BLT or something?
- Yeah? .44 Caliber Killer? - Looks like that.
It doesn't bother you that Ruby's been with so many guys?
- God has got nothing to do with this. - Come on, Ritchie. Yes, he does.
Vinny!
- Let's dance. Forget munchies. - I don't wanna.
- Hello, Brian. - Hey, hey!
This looks like that guy on the Grand Concourse.
I don't need no trouble from the law, thank you.
Ritchie!
Hold on a second.
I like the new look. What, it's punk?
Thank you, John.
Clap your hands Clap your hands
Here's the pitch. Into...
I figured it out.
I know he loves me, but...
My name is Jimmy Breslin. I'm a writer.
I wasn't dressed for disco dancing.
and here we are Livin' in ecstasy
slowly, I must say.
One 'lude won't work on him.
Mission failed Too many men perished / Take better care of them!
- Are you all right? - Move over.
- What the fuck are you doing? - Calling the cops, you bastard!
Everybody dance
Yeah
Ruby, can you talk to him?
That was a long time ago. A long time ago.
That's all right. I can handle it. Don't worry about it.
Wow.
Motherfucker.