Summer of Sam Page #3

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- 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?

Sh*t. 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 f***in' omen. No, I'm serious.

He f***in'... He let me go.

What the f*** 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 f***in' listen.

Cos I f***in' thought I was gonna

stop cheatin' when I got married.

And now I'm just f***in' cheatin'

a lot more than I ever did.

You know, I thought

the man up there understood.

I thought He would f***in' 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-f***ing...

...69, doggie-style.

And that's the message.

God is saying, "Cut that sh*t 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 f*** 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 sh*t with your wife.

- Why not?

- Nah, it's a f***in' sin.

- "Please, can I put it up your ass?"

- "Just one time."

- Don't f***in' 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 f***in' divorce.

Divorce is f***in' evil.

You got some bad advice.

"Evil" spelled backwards is "live."

You're a corny f***, 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-b*tch 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.

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