Summer of Sam Page #5

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Of course I mean that.

I don't know.

I figure,

you're born into a slot, you know...

...and that's life.

- Ruby, come on.

You gotta stop with those negative vibes.

Hang around with those spirit snipers

and they steal your light.

- You're too young for that.

- Uh-huh.

What are you doing?

Hey, come on. Come on, come on.

You don't gotta do that.

- Ruby, Ruby, stop, please.

You don't gotta do that. Don't do it.

Where you goin'?

I'm gonna go.

- I didn't say to go.

- You didn't exactly say to stay.

Stay.

It's good.

Hi, baby. How ya doin'?

I'm sorry...

Yeah, I'll be home...

Yeah, I'll be an hour.

You know her. Come on.

It's a last-minute thing. I didn't know

she was coming, OK? Calm down.

Of course I do. Come on.

Not now, all right?

Bye. I gotta go, OK? Just...

She can't give you what you want.

Yeah, let's not talk about her, OK?

"Best Of My Love" by The Emotions)

I like the way you make me feel

about you, baby

I want the whole wide world to see

Whoa, whoa

You've got the best of my love

Whoa, whoa

You've got the best of my love

Whoa, whoa...

Gloria.

I'm feeling a little guilty now.

- Now?

- Yeah, and I'm... I'm thinking...

I'm trying to be a good husband now.

I just don't feel like we can do it.

Vinny, you're like a friggin' yo-yo,

back and forth, forth and back.

Let's do it, let's not do it.

You know what? Let's just not do it.

- OK? That's it.

You think you're the only one

with feelings? I got a husband at home.

I know. I agree with you absolutely.

You're a selfish bastard.

You're a selfish bastard.

You started this. I didn't start this.

- I know it's my fault.

- Put your f***in' clothes on.

Clothes I put on your back.

Oh, oh-oh

Oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh...

- Maybe we should do it one more time.

- Come on.

Oh, Vinny, stop.

Vinny.

- Come on, beg me for it.

- Oh, come on, Vinny.

Oh, Vinny. Come on.

You've got the best of my love

Oh, giving you the best of my love

With that reward money, I'd start

a college fund for my daughter.

Yeah? I'd buy a yacht. Like Hugh Hefner,

I'd get Playboy bunnies walking around.

You can't get a yacht with ten grand.

You'd get a row boat

with two Puerto Rican skanks.

With that money, I'll take my parents

home to Sicily for a f***in' month.

Hey! No filthy language

in front of my daughter!

I'm sorry, Joey.

This your daughter?

- Yeah, she's Daddy's sweetheart.

- Hey, there.

- Daddy!

- Whoa! Don't touch her!

- Come here, sweetheart.

- I didn't do nothin'.

What'd you do, man?

You dress like that, you don't think

it's gonna have an effect on a baby?

- I'm sorry.

- It's all right, sweetheart. It's OK.

Ooh, don't look at that scary guy.

Come here.

Go play with your friends, OK?

Get away from him.

Give me more reasons to hate your ass.

I'm back!

Hello, Brian.

He-he-hey! Bobby the fairy!

How's it hangin', huh?

That's Mrs del Fiore to you, sweetheart.

And don't wear it out.

Is that Ritchie?

Well, hello, stranger.

Long time no see.

Very Lower east Side. I like it.

- I'll take two, Joey.

- Two what? Two d*cks?

I'll take yours and Ritchie's.

Double the pleasure, double the fun.

Suck on these two nickels. Just give me

the money. Let's go. Come on. Come on!

- This money better not be sticky, either.

- There you go.

Thank you.

It said in the Post

the killer's a woman hater.

That's you, Bobby. You could be the killer.

- . -calibre queer.

- A real homo-cidal maniac.

- Put him through the penal system.

- Only if I can have you as my cellmate.

- How 'bout that, you motherf***er?

You a**hole! You f***ing a**hole!

I hate you!

Don't burn him! He's a paying customer!

- He's a f***in' homo!

- Ridiculous, man.

I gotta drop the kid off with her mother.

See you later.

- At the club?

- Yeah, yeah.

Joey, can you give me and Ruby

a lift to the subway?

F***, no. You made her cry once already.

Come on, sweetheart!

- Come on, princess!

- Daddy!

Hey, Ruby!

- So what's goin' on with you and Ruby?

- What, she's my date.

She's goin' on a date with you?

Why buy the cow when everybody

gets the milk and steaks for free?

I like the cow.

Brian, give me and Ruby a lift.

I'm f***in' busy. You can

ride your cow to the subway.

Cows don't fit in Corvettes. I'm sorry.

You're serious you're not gonna

give me a lift?

Ritch, nothin' for nothin', but...

...are you gettin' the feelin'

you're not that welcome here?

I mean, do I got to spell it out for you?

Nah, it's clear.

What you got this time?

I heard it before from you.

And I got in trouble from you.

That's cos you sent me chicken!

I don't need that. I don't need

no trouble from the law, thank you...

Hold on a sec.

Let me get back to you. I'm working.

Somebody's gotta make some money.

- Hey, man.

- Ritchie.

This is Ruby... this is Midnite.

- Let me do a show tonight.

- Got enough performers today.

- One show.

- One show?

I got rules, Ritchie,

and you know the rules.

Five shows a day, seven days a week.

- I know.

- If I break the rules for you, everyone'll...

I just need some moolah.

...be wanting to dance

every time they need a dime bag.

This girl's special to me.

Oh! Then you appeal

to my sense of romantic.

Uh-huh. Let me see how special she is.

- What colour panties you have on?

- Hey!

Let me see. What colour?

I just wanna see colour.

- Cut it out. Stop, you're being rude.

- Blue. OK, blue.

- What are you doin'?

- Go ahead.

("La Vie En Rose" by Grace Jones)

He's got a pretty cock.

Nice size. You're a lucky girl.

Yeah, thanks.

- You in the business, baby?

- Business?

Yeah. You strip? You do f*** flicks?

What's your shtick, baby?

No, I'm not in the business.

Girl...

...you're way too hot to be giving it away.

You're so hot,

you make me wish I was a lesbian.

You wanna get this hotel room?

No. Ritchie, wait a minute.

- If you're gettin' second thoughts...

- No, I'm not getting second thoughts.

I just wanna know

if I can borrow some money...

...because I wanna ditch

this whole disco look.

("Got To Give It Up" by Marvin Gaye)

Let me get your door, OK?

I wanna do this right.

I used to go out to parties...

- Come on, baby.

- Thank you, baby.

Tonight's your night. And my night.

It's our night.

We've stayed in like cowards

for two weeks.

F*** the. -Calibre Killer.

We're gonna have fun. It's Saturday!

- Saturday. Ulysses!

- Hey!

- How ya doing, stronzo?

- Great. Have a good time.

- What an idiot!

- Ah, he doesn't have a clue.

- Oh, my God, honey. Nobody's here.

- What the f*** is going on?

Did they all go somewhere else?

Holy sh*t!

- Dionna, what a dress!

- Easy, now.

- Look at those legs.

- They're longer than Vinny's.

A lot longer!

That's all right, though. I can handle it.

Hey, what's the matter here?

We got like a morgue going on.

What's going on?

Everybody's afraid of this killer,

just like you, Vin.

Not as scared as I was.

Dionna, you look very beautiful tonight.

May I have this dance?

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