Summer of Sam

Hello, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls.

My name is Jimmy Breslin. I'm a writer.

I write about New York, the city of my birth,

where I've lived and worked all my life.

The city that I love and hate both equally.

Today things are much different.

Business is booming up and up. Crime is down, down, down.

Homicides are the lowest it's been since 1961.

It wasn't always like this.

This film is about a different time and place.

The good old days. The hot, blistering summer of 1977.

There are eight million stories in the naked city.

This was one.

Shut that dog up!

Shut that dog up!

Shut that dog up!

There was something in the air that night

The stars were bright Fernando

They were shining there for you and me For liberty

- Wanna go to the beach tomorrow? - Let's go to Jones.

I have a hair appointment tomorrow.

- I'll just cancel it. - Yeah.

- Who's this? - Can we help you?

If I had to do the same again

I would, my friend Fernando

Boogie night

Boogie night

Boogie night

Ain't no doubt We are here to party

Boogie night

Come on out Got to get it started

Dance with the boogie Get down

Dance with the boogie Get down

'Cause boogie nights are always the best in town

Got to keep on dancing

Keep on dancing

Got to keep on dancing

Keep on dancing

Boogie night

Get that groove Better take it higher

Boogie night

Make it move Set this place on fire

Dance with the boogie Get down

Dance with the boogie Get down

'Cause boogie nights are always the best in town

Good to see you. Here you go.

- Don't spend it all in one place. - Thank you.

Keep on dancing

Let's find a place, they say

Somewhere far away

with no Blacks, no Jews and no gays

There but for the grace of God There go I

There but for the grace of God There go I

No Blacks, no Jews and no gays

There but for the grace of God

There go I

There but for the grace of God

There go I

Poppy and the family left the dirty streets

To find a quiet place overseas

And year after year the kid has to hear

The dos the don'ts and the dears

And when she's ten years old

she digs that rock 'n' roll

But Poppy bans it from home

There but for the grace of God

There go I

There but for the grace of God

Go, go I

It could be me It could be you

There but for the grace of God

Go, go I

You were killing me out there.

- You look good tonight. - You do.

- I do? - You kill me.

You get me going.

Billy Martin? Everybody wants to talk to him.

What's up?

Sweetheart.

What's the score, Joey?

Yankees three, A's two. Top of the ninth.

Good.

Let me get you a drink.

- Dionna, your cousin's stuck-up. - Yeah, really.

She doesn't speak English.

Thank God. I thought I was losing my touch.

You are, you know.

Vinny, it's midnight. We gotta take Chiara home.

I'll take her home. I got my Corvette outside.

That's all my father needs to see. Then we'll all get beatings.

- We'll take you home. - Baby, you stay. I'll take her.

- You're having a good time. - Yeah?

I don't feel well. I gotta get some air.

- You all right? - I don't feel well.

- I don't mind. I don't care. - All right.

- Have a shot. - I gotta go.

- Come on! - Have a shot.

- Come on. - Peer pressure.

- To the Yankees! - Yankees!

- This is horrible. - Salute.

Vinny, pick me up a sandwich. BLT. Mustard, not mayo.

- All right, baby. - Okay. I love you.

- Vincenzo! - Shit.

I'm fucking coming. God!

Fucking son of a bitch.

Put your panties back on. Come on.

Why do they have to come here and do that?

Right in front of your house. Like dogs in heat.

No class. No couth.

I had a real good time tonight.

Are you busy tomorrow? I'd really like to see you again.

Fooled around and fell in love

I fooled around and fell in love

Since I met you, baby

Fooled around and fell in love

Free, on my own

That's the way I used to be

But since I met you, baby

love's got a hold on me

Fooled around and fell in love

It's got a hold on me now

Fooled around and fell in love

Dippy doo Run, run, run

Dippy doo Run, run, run

Dippy doo Hey, I'm taking my bag

And I'm running away now

Run, run, run

'Cause you've been mean to me

Run, run, run

And I've been good to you

Where's my sandwich?

Oh, shit.

- I forgot, baby. I'm sorry. - I got the munchies.

- Let's dance. Forget munchies. - I don't wanna.

Let's go to the diner and get breakfast. Eggs or something.

Don't wanna dance some more?

I'll dance on the way out. Follow me.

- You look beautiful. - Thanks, but I want breakfast.

You danced so great tonight, baby.

'Cause you're beautiful, that's why.

Don't stop. It feels so good.

What took you so long?

I just stopped to take a leak.

I drank too much tonight, you know?

Where? At the house?

Come on.

Are you writing a book or something?

I'm just asking.

Yeah, you're asking. Sure.

- I didn't accuse you of anything. - I know, sweetie pie.

You danced beautifully tonight, too. It was a lot of fun.

Officer, what the hell happened here?

- What's going on? - Go on, to your right. Now.

- Cruz, baby. Qué pasa? - Double homicide.

- Yeah? .44 Caliber Killer? - Looks like that.

I'll see what's going on. Stay right here.

What a mess.

Looks like somebody died out here.

- Guy. What's up? - I live over here. Okay?

These are victims six and seven. Shit's gonna hit the fan.

Charlie, you're gonna like this part. He left a note.

No shit? He left a note?

Who is this guy? Fucking William Shakespeare?

Yes, Lou. This could be the break.

Somebody bag this. I need it taken down to forensics.

Eddie, let's get the shot.

Hey!

You can't be there. Get out of there.

Get away. Get behind the line.

Behind the yellow tape. Come on.

Get him out of here.

Come on.

Six and seven, like you said.

Let's go. Nothing more to see here, folks.

- What time did they find them? - 10:20.

- Who found them? - The daughter.

Oh, my God.

Vincent, what's...

Oh, my God.

- Are you all right? - Move over.

I'm sorry. You're gonna have to drive.

What happened?

- I just saw the bodies. - The bodies?

- He's back. - Somebody got killed?

The .44 Caliber Killer's back.

Please take me home. I gotta get out of here.

Victims.

Six.

Seven.

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It happened again last night. More terror and bloodshed.

The .44 Caliber Killer striking again, leaving two more dead.

The police have recovered a

but have not released its contents to the press.

Parents continue their vigil, warning their children not to go out,

keeping daughters home, afraid they'll park in lovers' lane,

for fear they'll be a victim of the mad killer.

It's hot, hazy and humid.