:50:00
..stale wine, urine and blood.
:50:03
Hello from the sewers of NYC
which swallow up these delicacies...
:50:07
.. when they are washed away
by the sweeper trucks.
:50:10
Screw Son of Sam. l'm not cuttin' my hair.
:50:12
Hello from the cracks
in the sidewalks of New York City...
:50:15
..and from the ants
that dwell in these cracks...
:50:18
..and feed on the dried blood
that has settled into these cracks.
:50:22
Mr Breslin, sir,...
:50:24
..don't think that because
you haven't heard from me for a while...
:50:28
..that l went to sleep.
:50:30
No. Rather, l am still here,
like a spirit roaming the night.
:50:35
''Thirsty, hungry,
seldom stopping to rest,...
:50:40
..anxious to please Sam.''
:50:43
l love my work.
Now the void has been filled.
:50:47
He won't let me stop killing
until he gets his fill of blood.
:50:50
Tell me, Jim,...
:50:52
.. what will you have for me July 9th?
:50:55
Not knowing what the future holds,...
:50:58
..l shall say farewell.
:51:00
And l will see you at my nextjob.
:51:03
Or shall l say you will see
my handiwork at the nextjob?
:51:07
PS.
:51:09
Please inform all the detectives working
on the case that l wish them luck.
:51:14
Keep them digging, drive on.
:51:17
- Think positive.
- (dog barking)
:51:20
Here are some clues to help you along.
:51:23
The Duke of Death,
the Wicked King Wicker.
:51:26
- (woman screams)
- Don't shoot!
:51:28
What are you doing here?
The Son of Sam is running around!
:51:32
Go find yourself a motel.
Get the hell out of here.
:51:35
The Disciples of Hell.
:51:37
John Wheaties, rapist
and suffocator of young girls.
:51:46
ln their blood and from the gutter...
:51:49
..Sam's creation, .-Calibre.
:51:54
The Son of Sam.