Summer of Sam Page #2

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Come on. To your right, now.

- Cruz, baby, qu pasa?

- Double homicide.

- Yeah? . - Calibre Killer?

- Looks like that.

I'm gonna see what's going on.

You stay here.

- Aw, geez, what a mess.

- Looks like somebody died here tonight.

- Hey, guy, what's up?

- I live over here, OK?

Oh.

These are victims six and seven.

The sh*t's gonna hit the fan.

Petrocelli, you're gonna like this part.

He left a note.

No sh*t? He left a note?

Who is this guy?

F***in' William Shakespeare?

Yes, Lou... This could be the break.

Somebody bag this.

Get one of our boys

to take it down to forensics.

eddie, let's get a shot.

Hey! Hey, Vinny! You can't be there!

Come on, get outta there!

Get away from there! Get behind the line!

- Come on, let's go.

- Get behind the yellow tape. Come on.

- Let's go.

- Get him outta here.

Come on.

Six and seven, Lou, like you said.

Oh, my God!

Vincent, what's...?

- Oh, my God. Are you all right?

- Baby, move over. Move over.

I'm sorry.

You're gonna have to drive, OK?

Wh-What happened? What's wrong?

- I just saw the bodies.

- The bodies?

He's back.

- Somebody got killed?

- The. -Calibre Killer is back.

Baby, please take me home.

Come on, I gotta get outta here.

Victims...

...six...

...seven.

All news, all the time.

This is WINS.

You give us minutes;

we'll give you the world.

WINS news time at the tone...

It happened again last night.

More terror, more bloodshed.

The. -Calibre Killer striking again,

leaving two more dead.

The killer left a note

at the murder scene...

...but the police have not released

its contents to the press.

Parents continue to warn

their children not to go out...

...and keep their daughters home,

afraid they will park in Lovers Lane...

...and end up another victim of the killer.

It's hot and hazy and humid. People trying

to go out at night, but they're afraid to.

They're afraid

this mad killer will strike again...

...shooting them down in cold blood.

Good morning, Ma.

Not a good morning for me. I'm losin'.

Couldn't you put some clothes on?

Morning? It's. In the afternoon.

Nice. Nice tux, ed.

It's your mother's idea.

She got me a gig with a wedding band.

Can I borrow bucks, Ma?

- Whoa!

- I gotta get my car fixed.

- Take it from the kitty.

- That's for food!

This is what I mean with this kid.

Ritchie, why not work for a living?

Only the coloured and Spanish sponge.

Mind your own business.

I gotta sing for $ tonight,

and he gets? No, no, no.

$ dollars, and you should

make him work the game.

All right, but he's not gonna work

the game. Ritchie, take $ .

- I'm out.

- Got anything cold to drink?

Thanks, Ma.

- Hey, Ritchie.

- What?

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