the search continues for the .44-caliber killer who has come to be known as the son of sam. he warned in one of his sick and threatening letters to the press and to the police, sam s a thirsty lad, and he won t let me stop killing until he s had his fill of blood. it was a really miserably hot summer in new york. and everything went dark. and i heard someone on the street go, oh, it s a blackout! the looters were out almost instantly. and it felt apocalyptic. i remember going to bed that night thinking it was the end of the world. new york city in the early morning after a night of no electric power. what it did have in the dark streets was a wild outburst of crime. when the greatest city in the world goes black, it showed a crumbling america. then you have the son of sam on
the loose. we always look for patterns in victims. there was this belief that he was only killing women with long, dark hair. i know the .44 killer is after girls with long brown hair. so when i go out, me and my friends go out at night, we put our hair up. my hair is down to my shoulder. it was about this length. i cut it short because of the .44 caliber killer. well, his last victim was actually blond. a 20-year-old new york city girl died this evening a day and a half after she and her companion were shot by the son of sam. he s the nighttime killer who has stalked new york residential boroughs for a year. a postal worker walked out of his yonkers apartment last night, turned the ignition key in his car, and found himself surrounded by police. well, he said, you got me. police say those words ended the biggest manhunt in new york city history with the capture of son
and the first victim that i came across was a woman named christine freund, who was sitting in a parked car with her boyfriend coming from a movie and she got her head blown off. this was a series of random shootings, and the ballistic comparison determined that there was indeed the same killer using the same gun, a .44 caliber weapon on these homicides. therefore, the police nicknamed it the .44 caliber killer. he struck april 17th at 3:00 in the morning, killing 18-year-old valentina suriani, and her fiance, 20-year-old alexander esau as they sat in a parked car in the baychester section of the bronx. we got the shooting back in the bronx. a girl named valentina suriani. but at that scene where that shooting occurred left a note addressed to my supervisor, and he called himself the son of sam. well, he talks about being possessed by a man he refers to as sam, the man he refers to as his father.
believe is going to be the oldest year that we are going to cover. we have 1977. we have got 90. let me go to my note here. i can t remember. here we go, 97, 87, 94 and 2008. rolling out the day after christmas on the 26th. take a look. do i remember seeing star wars ? i don t know. do you remember the day that changed your life? the son of sam in 77 had all new yorkers on edge. you think you knew about jimmy carter, a big smile a peanut farmer. interesting stories. repulsive stories. it s of give or take the 10 craziest stories from that particular year. pete: who did the i love the 80 s and i love the 90 s. concept. remember the year in realtime. 2019 coming out at the end of the year new year s eve. steve: a year ender coming up. check it all out on fox nation. casey, thank you very much and merry christmas. merry christmas.
york fade in the distance as you go up the river an expression made famous from this journey taken by convicts since the early 1800s. thirty miles north of new york city, straight up the hudson, a fortress reveals itself sing sing. this correctional facility is one of the oldest in the nation and still serves new york. for 50 years, it was home to old sparky, the electric chair in which 614 men and women were executed, including julius and ethel rosenberg, the married couple accused of passing atomic secrets to the soviets in 1951. the serial killer son of sam, david berkowitz, was locked up here, and the facility continues to house nearly 2,000 men whose violent acts challenge our notions of humanity. i ve come to sing sing to discover whether redemption is possible for an inmate who