Summer of Sam Page #4

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- 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 sh*t!

Will you excuse me for a minute?

Luigi...

Sugno che oggi ho tanto... Pe' Vossia...

Chisto, chisto madman 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 sh*t up.

We want you to stay in the garage.

I'm not stayin' in the f***in' garage!

- This ain't the f***in' Sherry-Netherland.

- Use the f***in' bedroom!

It's our house.

We can do what the f*** we want!

You should be happy that we're

lettin' you stay in the f***in' 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 f***in' privacy, OK?

From now on, you ring

the f***in' 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 f***in' do this to me.

Oh, Ritchie, stop it.

I f***in' hate you,

you fat piece of sh*t!

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 f***in' 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 sh*t?

- 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 f***.

- Hey, Ritchie.

- Hey, Ruby, how ya been?

I copped that Who's Next album.

I was thinking about you.

- They're great, right?

- Yeah.

F***in', 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.

- F*** 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, f*** livin' in the house.

I'll live in the f***in' garage,

you stay with my f***in' crazy family.

I'll live in my f***in' 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? F***in' 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?

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