Summer of Sam

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 up!

Shut that dog! Shut that dog up!

Shut that dog up!

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.

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'

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.

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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...