Summer of Sam Page #2

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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 f*** 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 f***in' funny.

- Holy sh*t! 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 f***in' cheap!

That was some heavy sh*t 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 f*** up!

I only saw victims.

I didn't see nobody.

Don't start spreadin' that sh*t, a**hole!

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?

- F***in' guy can't take a joke.

- Leave him alone.

One f***in' lude ain't gonna work on him.

Why don't you guys go

f***in' take a walk?

We were just jokin'.

Holy sh*t! 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 sh*t?

- They're good! $ each.

Get the f*** 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 f***in' 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 f*** yourself!

- Shut up!

I'll take $ for the whole f***in' bag.

All right, all right, all right. Here, here.

Here's your $ .

Now get the f*** 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 f*** 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 f***in' 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 f***in' killer, you numbnuts!

So don't f***in' 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 f***in' jerk-off!

F*** you, you dago wop skank!

- Whoa!

- Hey, what did you say?

- "Dago wop skank"?

- This doesn't concern you.

- That's my f***in' sister!

- Stay away from the car.

Get the f*** out of the car!

Get out of the car!

You f***er!

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 c*nt hear.

- I have an in-f***-tion in my ear.

Don't you a**holes ever grow up?

What the f*** is your problem?!

- Ruby!

- Hey, is that Ritchie?

- That freak don't want you.

- Get the f*** 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 f*** alone.

- Hey, you live in Manhattan now?

- I did as of last night. I got evicted.

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