Summer of Sam Page #7

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Want to f*** me, Sheri?

- Do you want to f*** me?

- Yeah, I do. Can I call you Vincente?

Yeah, but first you have

to suck my huge cock.

You sure you want me to do that,

Vincente?

I know Sheri loves it... Whoa, baby!

When you lay down next to me

Wow.

I find it hard for me to concentrate

If I don't make my move

then it might be too late

I've got to make sure

you don't get away...

Oh, sh*t.

All my life

I've been searching for a star

Now my search is over and here we are

Livin' in ecstasy...

Oh, sh*t.

Yeah, we're in ecstasy

When you lay down next to me

Oh, sh*t. Oh, no, no, no. Don't do that.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Did I hurt you? I'm sorry.

I should have never made you do this.

I shouldn't have.

- I'm sorry, baby. Really f***ing sorry.

- What?

- Oh, my God. Baby, what happened?

- No, no, no.

I'm sorry. Tell me how you like it.

I'll do it different.

- Baby, baby, it's not that.

- I'll do it different.

It's just... You're my wife, OK?

I love you just the way you are.

Let's do it like normal people,

the way we always f***ing do it.

- Let's do it regular.

- But, baby, I-I-I wanna make you happy.

I'm gonna turn off the light, OK?

All right. Here's your slices.

Hey, what are you takin' the big one for?

What the hell's wrong with you?

Thank you, sweetheart.

All right, listen.

We got four names on the list.

- Right. Read that list.

- All right.

Right at the f***in' top

we got Ritchie Freak.

Billy the Jew, Jimmy del Fini and that

guy that drives the bus to City Island.

All right.

We're gonna mark their tyres with chalk.

- Chalk?

- They take a ride, we'll know where to.

You see that guy over there making pies?

Don't be so obvious, Brian.

His name's Frankie Cadillac.

He moved here a year ago.

He lives alone on Sampson Avenue.

My aunt tells me

he's got those weirdo eyes.

We'll check him out.

What about Johnny Nasso, huh?

Johnny Nasso drives a cab

and he's a Vietnam vet.

So what?

Vietnam vets call themselves

Sons of Sam.

- Uncle Sam and sh*t, huh?

- All right, relax!

- No. That's not enough.

- Joey...

He lives alone, his wife left him

a year ago and he works nights.

He's a multiple category.

All right. Good work.

Put him on the list. Write him down.

Joey, you know who I've been

thinkin' should go on the list?

- Father Cadilli.

- The priest?

Yeah. You f***in' guys don't remember

the beatings he used to give us?

F***in' nuts. Drinks like a bastard.

- I want him on the list. Let's put him on.

- No, no, no. Let me think about it.

I know who the killer is.

I figured it out.

Reggie Jackson.

- What the f*** is wrong with you?

- What's the matter with you?

- You idiot.

I'm serious. Son of Sam.

Uncle Sam. Yankee Doodle Dandy.

Bronx Bombers.

New York f***in' Yankees.

What, are you mixing acid

with your dope now?

What kind of gun did the killer use?

Calibre, right?

What's Reggie's number?

- Nobody said the killer was a mulenyam.

- That's why they can't find him.

You keep talking like that,

I'll put you at the head of that list.

- Give me that f***in' pen.

- Stop, stop. Enough with the list.

Even if he is the killer,

we need him till October!

This is a serious list.

We need Reggie if we're gonna win

the World Series.

Put f***in' Jim Rice on the list!

- Hey!

- Hey, we're running a business!

F*** you, too.

Oh! I told you once.

- All right. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

- Hey, you told me once.

Get the f*** back in there

and make me a calzone!

It's all right. Everything's fine.

You leave this animal alone!

You leave us alone.

Samuel Carr, I have asked you kindly...

...to stop that dog from howling all day,

all night long.

- Yet he continues to do so.

- Now, Berkowitz, you listen to me!

- I have no peace, no rest.

- Harvey's a good dog.

- He usually leaves people alone...

- You're cruel and inconsiderate.

You're selfish, Mr Carr.

I can see there will be no peace...

You antagonise him!

You never stop fooling around with him.

You wicked, evil man! Child of the Devil!

Shut that dog up!

Now you keep it up, fella, and I am

calling the cops! I'm sick of this!

Kill...

...T-H-e...

...the...

...dog.

You won't be barking any more.

("Baba O'Riley" by The Who)

Help me!

Out here in the fields

I fought for my meals...

The Calibre Killer,

who calls himself the Son of Sam...

...struck again last night,

shooting a 17-year-old girl...

...and a -year-old man as they sat in

a car near the Elphas disco in Queens.

To prove I'm right

I don't need to be forgiven

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...

- Hi, Dan.

- What can I do for you, man?

Give me a good deal.

- What are you looking for?

- A f***in' new Fender.

I got just the guitar for you.

Brand new Fender Stratocaster.

Sunburst, rosewood neck...

with your name on it.

- How much?

- 6 bucks, out the door.

Teenage wasteland

Sally, take my hand

And travel South, my friend

Put out the fire

And don't look past my shoulder

Reggie! Reggie! Reggie!

Teenage wasteland

It's only teenage wasteland

Teenage wasteland, oh, yeah

Teenage wasteland

They're all wasted

- Are you shot, Bobby?

- No. It was Rocco.

Let's go f*** him up!

- You motherf***er!

- P*ssy!

Nobody messes with Bobby del Fiore!

No!

What are you gonna have?

Keep lookin', maggot.

What are you doing? Stop that sh*t.

- These f***in' guys in the pink shirts.

- Leave 'em the f*** alone.

What are you gonna have?

You believe this freak?

- Do you like me?

- Ritchie, be serious with me for a minute.

- Here you go.

- I don't feel like eating right here.

- Chicken's yours, right?

- If he stays, we ain't comin' back.

Doesn't bother you

that Ruby's been with so many guys?

That she's been shtupped

by so many guys?

What she did

before she met me is her business.

- You really feel that?

- Yeah.

It would skeeve me a little bit, you know?

I mean, Ruby's a nice girl,

but she is a whore.

- What?

- You don't love her, do you?

What's your interpretation of love?

Commitment, responsibility,

marriage, kids.

You're not gonna marry her.

I won't let you.

You and Dionna are gonna have kids?

What took you so long, Chickie?

I'm starvin' over here. Thank you.

Can I get a...

I want a cheeseburger and I want fries...

- Sorry, we're out of cheeseburgers.

- Out of cheeseburgers? All right.

Well, can you get me a BLT?

Something like that...

- Sorry. No can do.

- What do you got, then?

- I'm f***in' freakin' starvin' here.

- I don't have anything. We're closin'.

You got a -hour diner,

and you're closin'?

- I just saw you serve those guys.

- It's these f***in' guys here.

Guys, I don't want any trouble.

Just leave. Hit the bricks.

I just wanna eat.

You're not gonna serve me?

You're lucky I come into

this greasy-spoon diner.

- I'll serve you, but he's gotta go.

- Who are you talking to?

- Wait, wait. Hold on.

- You talking to me?

Hold on. Chickie,

do you know who this is?

- Who?

- You don't know who this is, do you?

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