Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

There are eight million stories in the naked city.

I wasn't dressed for disco dancing.

One 'lude won't work on him.

who targets young woman with long hair,

Embarrassed? Did he fuck you better than me?

- What aren't you telling us? - Don't touch me.

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

That's where I saw the dead bodies. Right there.

But what I know is...

Mission failed Too many men perished / Take better care of them!

Ruby, can you talk to him?

Daddy, Luigi's veal. He's waiting.

Here we are, Vinny.

Tell me something. What do you think?

shooting them down in cold blood.

A single room or an attic or a basement,

The Son of Sam.

- Idiot. - I'm serious.

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

- Get the fuck out of here. - Man.

You and Ritchie seem really happy together.

3, 700 were arrested during the blackout,

- All in the attitude. - In the attitude.

I love my work.

Don't you assholes ever grow up? What the fuck is your problem?

See that guy over there making pies?

Vinny, relax, will you? Here, come on.

- Are you all right? - Move over.

long time no see

How are you? Where were you?

- It's my fault. - Put your fucking clothes on.

- Hello, Brian. - Hey, hey!

You're putting that shit up your nose, taking Quaaludes, drinking like a fish.

That was a long time ago. A long time ago.

What about the $15 I lent you?

- God has got nothing to do with this. - Come on, Ritchie. Yes, he does.

No, rather, I am still here,

On July 31st, 1977, he shot his last two victims.

The Yankees win their 21st World Series.

I can't be a whore. I'm a man.

from a potential lynch mob.

Killer, fag, pimp, punk rocker.

Get the fuck out! Get out of my shop!

- Don't you say anything. - Don't hurt me.

Is that what the fuck you're saying?

Shut the fuck up!

Yeah Here in ecstasy

- What the fuck are you doing? - Calling the cops, you bastard!

wanting to dance every time they need a dime bag.

Let's find a place, they say

In the Bedford-Stuyvesant section of Brooklyn, New York.

That's all right. I can handle it. Don't worry about it.

Can we try it? Please?

Thank you, John.

- You're not serious. - I am.

What did you say?

She calls Dionna and tells her about all the women I've been with.

That ties the Orioles in the bottom of the fifth inning.

I say one thing, he strangles me.

I like the new look. What, it's punk?

I don't know. You tell me.

Here's your $5. Get the fuck out of here.

Don't wanna dance some more?

I don't need no trouble from the law, thank you.

He would wish he was dead.

that I wish them luck.

Cows don't fit in Corvettes. Sorry, Ritch.

I'm sorry what I made you do there.

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

It's your car. It's your night.

Even if he is the killer, we need him till October.

We'll take a bat and patrol the neighborhood.

Once you've deviated, you can't go back. You know that.

My friend works there. He also does porno flicks.

He's brainwashed me. I don't even know who I am.

The kid was looking like Night of the Living Dead.

and here we are Livin' in ecstasy

- You better stop. - Take this off.

I figured it out.

Back to the ballgame.

Hold on a second.

Maybe we offer another $5,000 in the reward?

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

Sounds delicious.

David Berkowitz.

Thank you, baby.

I'd like to say one thing.

The police report a rise in domestic violence and burglary,

Whenever we get there, he's gone. We never know where he'll strike...

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

Here's the pitch. Into...

Get the fuck out of the car!

Now the void has been filled.

Can you get me a BLT or something?

the whole works.

Take the chain off the door. I can't talk to you out here.

Honey, you're scaring me. Did you see him?

I know he loves me, but...

I swear to God I love you.

What the fuck could this mean?

slowly, I must say.

Could you? Could you do that for me?

What'd I say about your mouth in front of my girl?

He's scary, but that's my boy.

Behind our house, some rest. Mostly young.

Tell him about the fag strip joint. Tell him who the star attraction was.

- It's not working for me. - Give it a minute.

Congratulations. You just realized you're married.

who's been covering this story.

That was heavy shit you saw.

He's eluded the police and the FBI all this time.

Ladies and gentlemen, here he comes. Son of Sam.

Get that groove Better take it higher

- I do? - You kill me.

and they aren't in a cult.

Hello, Ritchie. Mr. Macho man, tough Bronx boy, what are you doing...

Then you appeal to my sense of romantic.

I just want you to give me another chance.

- Come on, pick him up! - Ritchie!

It doesn't bother you that Ruby's been with so many guys?

Ma, this guy's kicking me out.

Let's just push.

This looks like that guy on the Grand Concourse.

I copped that Who's Next album. I was thinking about you.

filled with urine, vomit stale wine and blood

Thank you, Father.

Son of Sam. Uncle Sam.

They got this list, they're spying on people. You're top of the list.

With that reward money I'll start a college fund for my daughter.

- I'm gonna go. - I didn't say to go.

That's not enough.

It doesn't matter?

I don't like this place. I think we should go.

Clap your hands Clap your hands

It's for the good of the neighborhood, Father.

I don't have anything. We're closing.

Everybody dance

I'll take yours and Ritchie's. Double the pleasure and fun.

We're divorced. I'm back with my mother.

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

This place was a piece of shit before I fucking came here.

In his latest letter to Jimmy Breslin,