Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Sounds delicious.

long time no see

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

I wasn't dressed for disco dancing.

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

- Get the fuck out of here. - Man.

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

I'm sorry what I made you do there.

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

David Berkowitz.

the whole works.

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

from a potential lynch mob.

Thank you, Father.

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

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

Get the fuck out! Get out of my shop!

There are eight million stories in the naked city.

Everybody dance

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

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

Can you get me a BLT or something?

slowly, I must say.

The Yankees win their 21st World Series.

A single room or an attic or a basement,

Can we try it? Please?

We'll take a bat and patrol the neighborhood.

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

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

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

Thank you, baby.

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

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

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

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

How are you? Where were you?

What the fuck could this mean?

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

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

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

That's not enough.

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

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

This looks like that guy on the Grand Concourse.

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

I know he loves me, but...

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

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

You and Ritchie seem really happy together.

Tell me something. What do you think?

Clap your hands Clap your hands

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

I swear to God I love you.

Congratulations. You just realized you're married.

- Are you all right? - Move over.

Back to the ballgame.

But what I know is...

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

I just want you to give me another chance.

Then you appeal to my sense of romantic.

It doesn't matter?

that I wish them luck.

Ma, this guy's kicking me out.

Yeah Here in ecstasy

The kid was looking like Night of the Living Dead.

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

Is that what the fuck you're saying?

- Idiot. - I'm serious.

See that guy over there making pies?

What about the $15 I lent you?

One 'lude won't work on him.

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

Let's find a place, they say

who targets young woman with long hair,

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

Could you? Could you do that for me?

I love my work.

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

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

Behind our house, some rest. Mostly young.

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

I don't know. You tell me.

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

Embarrassed? Did he fuck you better than me?

I figured it out.

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

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

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

The police report a rise in domestic violence and burglary,

What did you say?

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

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

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

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

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

In his latest letter to Jimmy Breslin,

I'd like to say one thing.

- All in the attitude. - In the attitude.

- Come on, pick him up! - Ritchie!

3, 700 were arrested during the blackout,

filled with urine, vomit stale wine and blood

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

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

The Son of Sam.

who's been covering this story.

Here's the pitch. Into...

- Hello, Brian. - Hey, hey!

Thank you, John.

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

- You're not serious. - I am.

Son of Sam. Uncle Sam.

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

I say one thing, he strangles me.

shooting them down in cold blood.

Shut the fuck up!

Don't wanna dance some more?

- I do? - You kill me.

Get that groove Better take it higher

and here we are Livin' in ecstasy

Hold on a second.

wanting to dance every time they need a dime bag.

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

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

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

No, rather, I am still here,

He would wish he was dead.

Now the void has been filled.

Ruby, can you talk to him?

Let's just push.

Killer, fag, pimp, punk rocker.

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

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

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

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

and they aren't in a cult.

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

Here we are, Vinny.

That was heavy shit you saw.

- You better stop. - Take this off.

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

Get the fuck out of the car!

My friend works there. He also does porno flicks.