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Hello?

Hello?

Is anyone there?

Record heat continues

for its fifth straight day

throughout the five boroughs.

Several deaths
have already been reported

with no indication
of when relief might come.

The health department recommends
to drink plenty of fluids

and stay inside or under shade
as much as possible.

Returning to our lead story
this morning,

the .44 caliber killer
has struck again,

this time in the Bronx.

The victim,
an unidentified brunette,

has been confirmed
to fit the killer's pattern

of targeting women
with long dark hair,

shot at close range on
the sidewalk or in parked cars.

In a chilling letter released
by police from the killer,

he wrote, "I am still here like
a spirit roaming the night,

thirsty, hungry,
seldom stopping to rest,

and I will see you
at the next job."

"In their blood and from
the gutter." Sam's cre...

For fuck's sake.

- Leave that ball.
- Crazy out here.

Hey there, man! What do you...

Okay, I'm coming down there.

Where's my family
supposed to go?

- It's not my problem.
- I'll have your money.

- By the end of the week.
- That's too late.

Where you going with my stuff?

Hey, move it!

See you later.

Hello?

- Margo?
- June?

Are you okay?

Ye... yeah. I'm... I'm fine.
I, uh...

You don't sound okay.

It's just...

I'm sorry
I've been out of touch.

It's great to hear your voice.

Yours, too.

Where are you?

My grandmother's.

What?

I thought that was just
supposed to be temporary.

Yeah, well, um, I guess I'm in
a bit of a tight spot right now

and... yeah, I, I was wondering
if, maybe, you could, uh...

if you could... see clear

to lend me a bit more money?

Just, just till
the end of the month.

Mm...

Well, how about
I come on the train tomorrow?

I'll bring what I can.

C... come here? No, no! You...

I... it's not a good time.
I'm, um...

Listen, I, um...

Couldn't you just... You could
mail some, like you did before.

Don't be ridiculous.
I... I really miss you.

I want to see you.

Yeah, but... but it's not
a good time, Margo.

I, I'm very busy
and I won't be here.

Who are you kidding?

I'll catch the 11 o'clock.

- And be there by the afternoon.
- No!

Wait, Margo. I said no!

It'll be great.

Oh, shit! Ah!

...firing back
today against

suspicious accusations
earlier this month

that the city's
antiquated electrical...

Leave me the fuck alone!

Where's the usual kid?

Uh, he... he ain't around
no more. I'm Freddie.

You realize you're more
than four hours late.

I mean, yeah,
I mean, with this heat,

it's been slow-going.
So, you know...

Do you have any idea how
inconsiderate it is to be late?

Late with food?
Make people wait for food?

Hey, look. Look, lady. Lady.

- Don't call me lady.
- Listen.

- We... we just been backed...
- Don't call me lady.

Well, what's your name, then?

June. How much do I owe you?

16.70.
I can bring these in for you.

No, no, no. Just stay there.
Don't come in.

Hey!

- You got anything smaller?
- Don't they give you change?

This neighborhood? Serious?

Just keep the change.

What you want me to do
with the bags?

Here, I'll take them.

Alright, um, thanks for the tip.

Hey!

Have you been ringing my buzzer?

I mean, yeah,
you just buzzed me up here.

No, I mean, from before.
Earlier.

Why would I do that?

Yeah, okay.

Thanks for the tip.

Wait, just a sec.

Can you take these down for me?

- Five bucks.
- What?

I just gave you
a three-dollar tip.

- Yeah, but that garbage stinks.
- I'll give you two.

Three.

And let me use your sink.

- My sink?
- Yeah. It's brutal out there.

Enrique ain't got
so much as a fart

blowing through that bodega,
so, shit...

Hey, yo. Thanks.

Can't stand
being dirty.

Hey, thanks.

Yeah, you welcome.

What's up, man.
How you been, yo?

What the hell?

Oh, goddamn it!

- Hello?
- Yeah, hi, it's June.

- Si, senora.
- I just had a delivery today.

Okay.

Your new kid just dropped it off

and, uh, my cigarettes
weren't in the bag.

Are you sure?

Yeah, I paid for them.
The whole carton.

- Masterson Lights.
- Okay, senora.

I... I'm gonna make sure
you get them. Okay?

- Soon?
- Yeah, pronto, pronto.

- Okay, thank you.
- Thanks.

Two men
are under arrest on suspicion

of arson and murder
in the Bronx suburb club firing

that killed 25 persons
in October.

They will appear in criminal
court on Tuesday in Manhattan

where prosecutors are
anticipating a quick hearing

and motion to trial.

I would
just like to say that

the investigation is continuing
in full force in Brooklyn.

Uh, according to witnesses
that we talked to

over the past,
you know, 24 hours,

uh, he's a male,
a white male, 25 to 35.

Approximately 5'7 to 5'10...

Hm...

Hello? Freddie?

I'm calling the cops,
you motherfuckers!

9-1-1. What's your emergency?

Uh, y... yes, hello,
um, you know, it's, um...

What's your emergency, ma'am?

Emergency?

- Ma'am?
- I... I just wanted...

I'd like to report
a disturbance.

What kind of disturbance?

Ma'am?

The most recent
victim was killed

inside a parked car
in the South Bronx,

near an apartment building
where a young man witnessed

the aftermath of the crime
from his fourth-story window.

I heard some shots,
when I ran over,

there was blood
all over the pavement.

Following the latest shooting,

a new letter was received
by police

further taunting them
over the killings

and promising more bloodshed.

In what has now become
a cryptic calling card,

the killer began his letter
with a greeting.

"Hello from the gutters
of New York."

What do you
mean you can't let me in?

Are you out of your mind?
I mean, more than usual?

You're being ridiculous.

Look, whatever it is, it's okay.

No judgments.

My God, June.

How long has it been
since you left here?

Why didn't you tell me
things had gotten so bad?

I could have helped.

I keep expecting
to find a dead body.

Oh, yeah...
Well, it wouldn't surprise me.

Throw that out.

It's a first edition.

Yeah, well...

Here...

I have more.

Get rid of them.

- All of them.
- What?

These are actually important
to keep.

Why?

You wanna purge me
of my stuff... so do it.

Purge away.

Let's take a break.
Get some things for dinner.

Come on.

Let's get out of here.

We can go downtown,
catch a show.

You can, June.

This thing...

it's all in your head.

Ridiculous.

Better be up
by the time I get back.

No.

I know.

I'm sorry
I didn't tell you this.

Jane, she's sick.

Love you, too.

I can't even, I can't...
But these...

- Oh, my God.
- Oh, my God.

Do you remember the look
on their faces?

You, you were
a fucking lunatic!

Why didn't you tell me
you were still here...

like this?

Well, I guess,
after everything that happened,

I...

I figured
this was a safe place.

Safe?

Half of the buildings
around here are burned down.

I know your grandmother
made this a sanctuary for you...

but that's changed.

I mean, this place is a...

time bomb.

It's not okay
you continuing like this.

Um, and what do you suggest,
Margo?

Hm?

I mean, what is it?

This magical solution

you seem to have
all figured out for me.

I'm sorry about what happened.
I really am.

But you have to get back up
and fight.

What do you know about that?

You think because I left
the city, I gave up my work?

I... I never tried to play
the game the way you did.

What the hell
is that supposed to mean?

Are you kidding me?

Do you have any idea
what it was like

watching those obsequious fucks

praising you ad nauseam?

People who probably never even
read a word of your work.

Do you remember
what you said to me

when my first reviews came out?

My proximity to you

negated the chance
of my ever being a success.

Don't give me that shit.
I supported you.

I went
to every one of your shows.

I... I... I paid your rent!
I... I even...

What is it?

Don't answer it.

Are you in some sort of trouble?

No. It's... it's been happening
like this...

- Who is it?
- I don't know.

Sometimes two, three times
a night.

I go to answer it
and no one's there.

Screw this.
I'm gonna go find out.

No, please, don't.

I can't see anyone.

I... can't see anyone.

Didn't you say a delivery kid
got a look at the place?

Yes, but...

it's something
much more sinister than that.

I don't want you to bug,
but I brought you something.

- What the fuck is that?
- It's a .38.

I don't care what number it is.

I got it
when I was being stalked

by that guy in the Village.

And now that I live
in the sticks,

I don't need it anymore.

It's easy to use.

June, this stuff is...

so f... fucking raw.

I, I can't believe you have it
all just sitting here...

like this,
pages and pages of it.

Uh, you have to finish this.

I... I'll help you
put it together and...

It's, it's absolutely brilliant.

No! June, don't.

Don't do this. Don't.

Why are you doing that?

I know you're taking

some sick satisfaction
in all of this.

- No.
- Coming here...

Seeing me like this.

I don't want your money

and I don't need your pity.

- I want you to go.
- What?

Get out.

An emphatic
wunderkind, June E. Leigh

has been a staunch voice in
the anti-establishment movement.

Countless articles have profiled
her affluent family,

from "Time" to "Harper's,"
as one of the most influential

in America today.
June E. Leigh.

Now, it's widely understood

that even though you presented
your first novel,

simply titled "The Patriarch,"
as a work of fiction,

the main character, uh,
Lawrence Bottinger,

a political manipulator

and, uh, unrepentant
Vietnam War profiteer

and, as you suggest,
a prolific misogynist,

appears, in fact, to be
a thinly-veiled portrait

of your father,
renowned entrepreneur

and philanthropist,
Irving Leigh.

Well, it's
just that, Hans, a character.

Its, uh, publication
and subsequent notoriety

have led
to a criminal investigation

of your father's organizations
and practices.

And it's been said
that your mother and siblings

have disowned you
from the Leigh clan

over this manifesto.

Uh, this
gossipmongering is ridiculous.

If you wanna have a real debate
here, Hans, let's have it.

Uh, people are being clubbed,

f... freaked, zapped and bricked

while
the smug male inteligencia

sit around belittling it all.

You call yourself a patriot,
Sparling?

Rome is burning. Wake up!

I acquiesce!

Now, several members of your own
family have condemned you.

Some have even suggested
that your book has been

the chief contributor
to your father's sudden death.

What did you say?

Your father died
of a heart attack yesterday.

Haven't you seen the papers?

Oh.

Goddamn it, Margo.

Fuck around with my stuff.

Barton And Barton.

Uh, Francesca Bartolometi's
office.

- Please.
- Who's calling?

June. June Leigh.

One moment.

Juni?

Uh, hello, Francesca.

I can't believe
it's you!

I'm wonderful,
of course, sweetie.

- How are you, my dear?
- Uh...

Great. Everything's great.

That's fabulous
to hear.

Juni, we've been trying
to get a hold of you for ages.

I'm, I'm so sorry, Francesca.
I was...

I guess
it's... it's my health. Its...

It's been
really touch and go lately.

I'm sorry
to hear that.

Yeah, in fact, um,
that's why I was calling.

See, um...

I was hoping that maybe...
To see if... i...

If you could, uh,

send me the remainder
of my advance.

June,
in spite of everything

that happened,
you still owe us a book.

I... I know,
i... it's just that I was...

You disappeared.

We gave you the largest advance
ever given to a writer.

- It's been four years.
- I know.

You're one of my favorites,

so it makes it really difficult
for me to say this,

but if you don't deliver
some sort of draft soon,

I will have no choice
but to turn the matter

of repaying us to Accounting.

Yeah, listen, Francesca,

the new work, it's...

It's really coming along
beautifully. Really.

Well, then that's fantastic.
I can't wait.

I knew you wouldn't let me down.

When do we see something?

- One month.
- Okay. Ciao!

Damn it.

Yeah.

Enrique said, uh...

Enrique said sorry
about the mix-up from last time.

It was a mistake,
but he ain't charge you for it.

Yeah, well, I paid for them and
I gave you three extra dollars.

That was a tip.

Wha... Are you kidding me?

You want them or not?

- You're ripping me off.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Who said
I tried to steal your smokes?

Are you telling me you didn't?

Look, lady, I may be a hustler,
but I ain't no thief.

And I sure as hell
ain't no liar.

- I said back up, bitch!
- Ow!

Fuckin' savage immortal fools.

Why do you go so close to them?

I've seen you.

You always head right for them.

Fuck them. That's why.

Doesn't sound
very preservationist of you.

Yeah, well, those dudes
are all about anarchy.

They want to tear down
everything they see as good

in this world.

Do you mind my asking?

What happened?

What? My arm?

Building fire.

When I was a little kid, my mom
died trying to pull me out.

They say it was the owners
who did it,

but they could never prove it.

I'm... I'm, I'm sorry.

The world only gives you back
what you give it.

Hey, um, you better be careful.

Those dudes find out
you a crib job,

they gonna do a pushing on you.

What does that mean?

I mean,
who you trying to kid, lady?

You were spooked.

The killer's
eighth attack

in just over 12 months

came on this lonely street
in Brooklyn...

...gasoline tax
if approved by congress...

Much
of the nation is sweating

with temperatures hovering in...

...addict-free
rehabilitation center

has a 24-hour hotline for...

And that's it
for the "Wolf Hour."

See you back here tomorrow.
Same time, same place.

It's the police,
ma'am.

Hi. I'm responding
to a harassment complaint.

You call that in?

Yeah. That was over a week ago.

Lady, it's the worst crime
summer on record,

so we're not exactly working
at full capacity here.

I... I... I'm sorry, officer.
I just...

I wasn't sure
if you were coming.

Come in.

You know, somebody got shot
in the face

three blocks from here
the other night.

You know
what they were fighting over?

A goddamn ice-cream cone.
You fucking believe that?

Goddamn people. Animals.

Um...

Can I make you some coffee?

Yeah. That'd be nice. Thanks.

- Is it just you?
- Yeah.

I used to be with
my grandmother, but she passed.

My condolences.

Thanks.

- Mind if I sit down?
- Please.

Now, why don't you tell me

what's been going on here?

Yeah, well, um, it's kind of
hard to explain, but...

That's alright.

You just take it slow.

I'm here to help you.

Okay, so it's...

It's my buzzer.

See, it's been ringing
over and over...

day and night.

Sometimes...

two, three times a night.

- Your buzzer?
- Yeah. But not like that.

It's like someone's genuinely
trying to intimidate me.

Yeah.

Well, that's,
that's a bit weird.

- And what does this person say?
- Well, that's the point.

They don't say anything.

Huh.

Uh...

You go down to check it out,
you know...

see who it is?

Uh, no.

It's hard for me to go down.

Why, you handicapped?

No. Not like that.

- Look, officer...
- Just Blake.

I realize this isn't the crime
of the century here, Blake.

But it's like someone
is genuinely trying to scare me.

Yeah, it's just that

I'm not sure
that ringing somebody's buzzer

is actually a crime.

Right. But harassment is,
isn't it?

Yeah,
if they said something to you,

if they've threatened you.

- Anything like that happen?
- No. I told you.

Can't you just have someone
swing by from time to time?

You know, discourage them,
whoever it is.

You ain't got an old man
you can send down?

Look, I just want you
to do something

about whoever is harassing me.

I knew a bird like you once.

A lovely bird.

Well, me and this gal,

we had ourselves a nice
little arrangement for a while.

She liked to be alone, too.

Just, you know,
not all the time.

So I'd come by, check on her

and she'd tell me about
all the hippy tree-hugger shit

goin' on in her world,

and I'd give her the pleasure
of, uh, you know, my company.

You could have an arrangement
like that, too, you know?

'Cause things ain't like
they used to be. Right?

No white knight
coming to the rescue.

You peaceniks,
you got one thing right.

This place, this country...

it's changing.

And it ain't for the best.

All units,
fire in progress

in the vicinity
of 400 block of Cortland.

Calling all units.

Arson suspect seen on foot,

heading towards
[indistinct] Avenue.

Call of the wild.

That's a hell of a cup of joe
you make there, June.

Fuck you.

You know
that little bird of mine...

she thought
her shit didn't stink, too.

That her fancy ideas
would save her

when the big bad wolf
came calling.

Fuck you!

Have a nice day.

Hey, fuck you,
you piece of shit!

I consider
myself a reluctant witness.

We as English-speaking Americans

are signatories to a cultural
genocide of the planet.

It has been estimated
that by the year 2100,

nearly half
of the roughly 7000 languages

spoken on Earth
will likely disappear.

Can you not see
where this is heading?

Are we creating
binary or singular systems?

Then the world becomes
literally whack in light.

I consider
myself a reluctant witness.

We as English-speaking Americans
are signatories to a...

cultural genocide
of the planet...

because no matter
which way you slice it...

If you want to understand
the true nature of man,

to totally grasp
how something that fascist

like the holocaust could happen
in modern times...

Sure people shout out about...

Shit!

God...

Damn it.

Hello?

Uh, yeah.

- Hello.
- Go ahead.

U... um...

I'd like to have a date.

- You want a date?
- Yes.

Sex?

What?

Male or female?

Who is it?

Cleaning service.

Cleaning?

Look, lady,
you gonna keep me

down here all night?

Hello?

Hey.

Hey.

What's your name?

Billy.

You got a lot of locks, lady.

Nice. It's good.

You gotta watch out these days.

People are getting nuts
out there in that heat.

You want something?
S... something to drink?

Got any soda pop?

You know, I gotta tell you,
I almost squashed this date

after gettin' off the subway.

Why the hell do you live
up in this 'hood?

It's like a war zone.

No soda.

I... could make us

some coffee or...

Um, maybe water.

- Hey!
- Whoa! Hey. Okay.

Hey...

Okay, I'm sorry.

That might've been a little
screwed-up for me to do.

Sometimes it's just, it's good
to, like, break the ice.

Please leave.

Okay.

Wait.

Wait.

- No. That's not necessary.
- No, please.

Lady, just don't worry about it,
alright?

I've never heard
this kind of music before.

It's my grandmother.

Really?

She sounds like
the saddest person in the world.

This was her place
after the war.

I used to come up here and visit

when things got tough.

What's it like out there
for you?

Ain't like it was
when I first got here.

Pimps started getting greedy

and messing up dudes
for not meeting their quotas.

It's why I joined up
with the service you called.

I had to get away
from that noise.

You don't live on the streets,
do you?

Sometimes.

It's not so bad in the summer.

Sometimes I crash with friends.

What about your family?
They don't worry about you?

Mind if I ask you something?

No.

Why this?

- What?
- This.

I mean...

I guess I don't get
why someone like you

is calling up midnight cowboys.

What do you mean?

Well, don't take this
the wrong way,

but you don't strike me
as the kind of bird

who needs to pay for it.

- I have a condition.
- Like, a disease?

No. Not like that.

It's just...

I don't like to leave here.

At all?
You mean, like, you can't?

Just figure,

if I stay in here,

I won't do anymore damage
out there.

I used to have a fear
kind of like that.

I was an orphan,
you know, adopted.

Got into a lot of trouble
when I was younger.

Sent out to my foster uncle's
farm one summer.

Middle of nowhere.

We had a small utility shed

in the back of our barn.

And one day,
after he was done beating on me,

he dragged me by the hair
and he threw me back there.

It wasn't so bad at first.

But then I felt them.

Dozens of spiders

just crawling out of the hay,

over my skin.

They covered me
from head to toe.

They even crawled in my nose
and my mouth.

I screamed,
but there was no way out.

After that, I'd piss my pants

if those fuckers
even crossed my path.

Ah...

How did you manage
to get over it?

I was in a pet shop one summer

and there it was.

A black spider sitting there,

looking right at me.

Before I could think,
I just snatched the fucker

and I ate him.

What?

Yeah.

- That's crazy.
- It was crazy.

It was a crazy thing to do.
It was.

What about your family?

Do you ever see them anymore?

No.

It feels weird
that I'm telling you all this.

I don't really ever tell anyone
nothin' about me.

You expecting someone?

Lady, you don't got, like,
an old man or anything.

- Do you?
- No.

Don't go down there.

- Let me check it out for you.
- No. Please don't.

Nothing.

I think someone
is trying to drive me insane.

Ah, it's probably just some
'hood rats messing with you.

Oh...

A big fat hello

from the gutters of New York.

Do you ever think, whoever
it is ringing your buzzer,

they aren't doing it
to torment you?

Maybe it's like a calling...

to go outside...

face your fears.

Come on!

Let's go.

Barton And Barton.

Uh, hello. This is June Leigh.

Um, can you please connect me

to Francesca Bartolometi's
office?

Um, Mrs. Bartolometi
is currently unavailable.

Well, can I...

If you leave your number,
I'll make sure

someone gets back to you.

Someone?

Hey, what the hell
you been living on up here?

I need your help, Freddie.

Can you deliver something
for me?

- Fifty bucks.
- What?

I... I didn't even tell you
where it's going.

- Twenty.
- Forty.

After the groceries,
I've only got 40 left.

- Not my problem.
- Okay.

So you can use my sink anytime,

even my bath.

- Forty.
- Please.

Look, I see you standing there.

I mean,
I can tell you're in a bad way,

that you need
whatever this thing is

to get where it needs to go

so you can move forward
with your life.

You see me,
and I do this for a living.

And you see me,
and you're gonna stand there

and tell me that this thing
that you need to get done

isn't worth 40 bucks to you,

even if it's the last 40 bucks
you have

for the rest of your life?

Have you not learned anything
from looking out from up here?

Here's the address.

Make sure they know...

it's for Francesca Bartolometi.

That's one hell of a name.

Listen, Freddie.

This is the only copy I have.

Well, if it's so important
to you,

why don't you go take it...

Just go straight there.

They'll give you a check.

Bring it back here
as soon as you have it.

Please.

Cool.

Freddie...

Thank you.

Catch you later, crib job.

Margo?

Please don't hang up.

I wanted to call

to tell you how sorry I am

for how I've behaved, how I...

how I treated you...

how I treated everyone.

Listen, I... I finished
the book.

And it's all in there.

You, me, us...

And I realize this...

it doesn't even begin
to make things right.

But I just didn't know where...

where else to start.

So I was hoping
if you read this...

that you would see it as
some kind of consolation as...

as to how much I love you.

And I'm so sorry.

My mommy's
not home right now.

- What?
- Mommy's not here.

Bye.

I... I don't know
his last name.

Listen,
I don't know no Freddie.

- He delivers for you.
- Senora, I cannot help you.

- What?
- Okay?

Can I speak to Enrique, please?

Listen, Enrique no here. Okay?

Okay, listen, listen,
this is, this is really...

- No, no, no, no.
- So...

Freddie?

Freddie?

Ah.

- Stop!
- That's good, man.

Hurry up, man! Hurry up!

- Go. Go.
- Let's go! Let's go!

Let's go! Let's do this!

- Hey, don't be stupid!
- Go, go, go!

- Come on! Come on!
- Hey, hey, hey!

Y'all wrong!
Motherfuckers, get outta here!

Hey, get out of here!

No, the one on the top!

Well,
the lights are all out

here at Shea Stadium.
All the lights are out.

Uh, we see matches.
People are starting to fight...

Traffic lights
are not working,

so it is hazardous.

Some looting has been reported.

Several people report
having been stuck in elevators.

New York City does have
everything under control.

Hospitals and so on
are operating

on their own auxiliary power.

The best advice
is to keep cool, stay calm.

New York City will prevail.

I wanna
get out of here. Oh!

Come on!

Get out, motherfucker!

Eat this, motherfucker!

Fuck you, cops!

...due to the fact
that the fire wasn't electrical

in nature
and it caused a break...

- I'm warning you...
- Yo, what the...

Come here! Open up!

I don't mess in here.

Let go!

What?

Freddie?

- Move it!
- Freddie!

- Ah!
- No! No!

Oh, my God! Freddie!

Freddie...

Oh, no. Freddie?

No.

Freddie? Freddie?

Oh...

Your new book
is a phenomenal feat

of personal reflection
and atonement.

Now, some have speculated
that this book

is a quasi-autobiographical
testament

to your time spent
in a severe isolation period

following the fallout
and controversy

of your previous novel.

You've somehow
managed to obtain...

...of what has been
one of the darkest periods

in this nation's history,

while at the same time
making it so personal.

So I suppose
this all begs a question, June.

Is this character you?

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