Crime, Conspiracy, Cults and Murder - Ep. 129 | The Son of Sam Serial Killer

Episode Date: September 16, 2026

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Now most killers are named by others for their crimes, but this one named himself. He was quiet, he held down a steady job, and he kept to himself. Nobody who passed him by had any idea what he did after dark. Yet, New York in 1977 was terrorized by a man it couldn't seem to make sense of. This is the story of Son of Sam. Crime, conspiracy, cults, serial killers, and murder. All things that I love to consume, and I know you, you do too, you sick, twisted, beautiful, intellectually minded freak.

And today we are talking about a heavy hitter in the serial killer world. A lot of you guys have requested it. So I dove deep into it, and we are going to wade through the waters together. So without further ado, let's unbuckle our seatbelts go mock-fide on the highway, slam on the brakes and bustle the windshield into this infamous serial killer together. I want to take a quick pause to talk about something that happened recently. I was on my last trip, and I'm at TSA with my coffee. in one hand in my water bottle in the other, my phone's at 2% and I'm tearing through my bag for my

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another woman. However, Betty stayed married to him on paper long after he was gone. Now, the boy's father was not actually Falco, but rather a man named Joseph Kleinman. Now, Kleinman was Jewish, just like Betty, and he was a businessman, and he had a wife at home. This is getting messy very quickly. And whatever the two of them had, it went on for a really long time, and then Betty got pregnant, and Kleinman gave her his terms.

He wanted no part in the child's life, and if she kept it, he would walk. So within a few days of birth, she gave the boy up for adoption. Another certificate, she put down Falco as the father, the husband who had walked out several years earlier and wasn't even the real father. So though his birth parents wouldn't keep him, others were waiting. And those people were Pearl and Nathan Berkowitz, who were middle-aged at the time

Jewish and childless. And they got by on a hardware store they ran in the Bronx. And the baby went home with them. And they decided to keep the original names the boy was born with and simply switched them around, along with giving him their last name. So Richard David Falco became David Richard Berkowitz, or just David Berkowitz. And he grew up in the Bronx as their only child. Now, home was a place called Soundview, a corner of the borough where most of the families were Jewish or Italian. Now, growing up, David was a bright kid on paper and a poor one in the classroom, though. And an IQ test at age seven put him at 118, but he lost interest in school pretty early on, and in fourth grade, he missed 28 days. And he was an easy,

target for teasing as well, because he outgrew and outweighed the kids around him. Now he had no brothers or sisters, and he never really worked out how to be around kids his own age. And he said he felt different and less attractive than everyone else. So he responded by doing as angry kids sometimes do, and they looked for someone smaller, someone more vulnerable than him. So he picked younger, smaller playmates on purpose so he could push them around. And neighbors on the block call him assaultive with other kids. And one of his teachers wrote him up at the time as a moody boy who could do good work when he wanted to, and who was very easily upset. And something that didn't help at all is that his head took some beatings in those same years. At seven, a car actually

hit him, and a few months later, he ran straight into a wall. And at eight, somebody caught him with a pipe and opened a four-inch gash across his forehead. So Pearl and Nathie could see something was wrong, and they went looking for help. And they took him to a psychologist, and when that wasn't enough, they consulted a rabbi. And at 11, he started telling them that monsters were bothering him.

So he slept with the lights on, or in his parents' bed, and it wore on them both. And at 12 years old, he started setting fires, hundreds of them, and then he turned on the animals. He burned bugs and glued them with rubber cement by the thousands, and his mother's birds weren't safe either. Pearl had a parakeet named Pudgy, and over three weeks, David gave the birds small amounts of cleaning fluid until it died. Kid was a fucking monster. And in 1966, he had his bar mitzvah at Temple Adeth Israel. Nobody his own age

actually came, and his parents didn't have many friends of their own to bring either, so it was a small party to say the least. And almost none of the troubling behavior was written down by any one at the time. And he was never arrested as a boy and nothing serious ever reached his school file. And the fires that he set were actually from his own account. And every teacher, a neighbor who called him troubled was remembering him later, just looking back. So all the paperwork shows from those years is just a moody, teased, lonely child. Because we're talking about a much different time than today. People just brush it off as like, ah, he's, it's just a boy. No, he was, he was literally a monster in the making. So David was just a young boy when his parents told him he was adopted.

And they said his real mother had died giving birth to him and that his real father had not wanted him. And as we know, the second part was true. But the first part was not. So convinced he had killed his own mother by being born, he was full of guilt. And this is what led to his fear of the dark, certain that his father blamed him for her death and would get him for it. And he later put it this way, I thought there was a man out there that hated me and was possibly going to try to kill me for causing the death of his wife. And the only answer he was able to work out for why that man had given him away was hatred. And the person who absorbed the effects of this inner turmoil was Pearl. Besides murdering her bird, he would physically assault her.

He would tear her blouses and he would destroy her stuff, like rip her lipsticks out of her container. but still, the two of them maintained a close relationship regardless. But in October of 1967, Pearl would die of breast cancer. And at this point, David was 14 years old. Now, Nathan had known the diagnosis and kept it from David. So these people just love lying to their kid. And I, like, I understand why, you know, but like at a 14 years old, feel like he can do that.

You know, you already lied to him about his mother dying. This guy's a piece of shit, though. I don't really feel bad for him. But now, and now his actual mother, you know, there is, his new mother is dying and he doesn't even have a chance to mourn her until it actually happens. It's going to screw a kid up, probably a little bit, you know, on top of the head injuries and burning stuff and killing birds and whatnot. Yeah, yeah, it's a recipe for disaster. But to mourn his wife's death, Nathan sat Shiva, the seven-day Jewish morning period, and David would

still go to school, and at home there was no television during the morning. So school is where the damage that had been done to him really shone through. His grades had originally averaged a B-minus, but now they fell to failures and low C's. And his teachers claim that the trouble came down to something emotional rather than anything he couldn't grasp. As he demonstrated strong understanding, he just didn't do the work. In the next year, he was absent for 36 days and failed most of 10th grade, and some accounts of his life start the whole unraveling right here, with Pearl's death. That was the catalyst, really. Though, regardless of when it began, the effect would be the same. Nathan was hardly at the apartment, because at the hardware store, it took like 60 hours a week to

manage, and Pearl was no longer there to close the gap. So in 1970, the two of them moved up to Co-op City to a place on Tricer Loop with four and a half rooms in it. In the following year, Nathan married a woman named Mary, and David could not stand the arrangement. Kid did not like his stepmom. And that same year, he graduated from Christopher Columbus High School. Now Nathan and Mary had taken all they could of him by then. So just completely drained from his behavioral problems, they packed up and moved to Florida, leaving David behind.

So almost as soon as he had his high school diploma, David enlisted. And on June 23rd, 1971, he walked into the Army Induction Center on Whitehall Street in Manhattan and signed up at the age of 18. Nathan had pushed him toward college and David just wasn't interested, saying, quote, I wanted some adventure. I wanted to experience life, something different, you know. I had no idea what to do in college, what to major in. I wanted to serve the country and get an education through the army, unquote. So he said the uniform felt like a special mission and for the first time he had something to be proud of. So he passed the physical and the psychological screening that July,

and the screeners marked him down as a normal recruit well suited to the infantry. And Fort Knox trained him as an infantryman with riflemen down as his primary skill. And he qualified as a sharpshooter with the M16 and made specialist E4. And what he wanted was Vietnam. But what he got was the demilitarized zone in Korea. And he called it a boring time. And the men in his barracks called him wolf because of how much hair he had. on his body.

And Korea is also reportedly where he lost his virginity with a prostitute, and it left him with an STI. And his record picked up two write-ups in Korea. There was a truck convoy he was supposed to be on and he wasn't, and another time he vanished for a whole night after failing to catch his bus back to the unit. And it cost him $50 and his rank, knocking him down to E3.

But back at Fort Knox, he steadied. And his reports improved gradually, and the army gave him his E4 rank back. And his honorable discharge came in June of 1974 after three years. And at this point, he had actually been baptized a Christian while he served. But once he was out, he stopped going to church altogether.

So all in all, he joined up looking for a purpose and he came home emptier than he left. Also with an SDI. Not ideal. So we tried Bronx Community College, but that didn't really work out either. So we ended up getting a job as a cat driver and a security guard. And in January of 1975, he took an apartment of his own on Barnes Avenue.

And that's when he would start looking for where he actually came from, because his return from the army left him with his focus to discover his roots. So he worked through public records until he had an answer. And as we know, his mother was still alive, and he would find that out. And he actually had a sister. So in 1975, he found Betty. and he and his half-sister Roslyn began to build a relationship. But Betty did not greet him the way he had pictured it, however. And after a handful of visits, she told him the rest of the story, that he had been born out of wedlock and that the father who had not wanted him

was recently dead. And then he stopped going and no longer kept in touch with her. And at the time, he was 21 years old. And it was at the same time that Satan really started to interest him. So through 1975, he felt severe isolation, and whatever was left of him started to come apart. So Satan stopped being a passing interest somewhere in that time, and the occult took him over completely. And the fires never stopped. And he was now setting them all over the city, but nobody ever came for him. And not once was he arrested for it. And that June, he took a job guarding a gate at JFK, and dogs worked the shift.

alongside him, and he said that the dogs talk to him. And by the fall, he had quit and gone to work fitting duct work for an air conditioning company. And in November, he wrote to Nathan in Florida and told him how deeply seated his depression had become. And in January of 1976, he rented half of a two-family house in New Rochelle from a couple named Jack and Nan Cassara. And the lease ran two years, and his deposit was $200.

And there was actually a German shepherd in that house. And he believed that the dog was demonically possessed and that it was telling him to kill young women. And then it was every dog in the neighborhood saying it. And then it was the neighbors themselves who he decided were demons as well. In that March, he started sorting mail for the post office, earning $13,000 a year. And in April, he walked out on the Casaras to escape the calling of the demons. And he left the lease and the $200 behind and took. an apartment in Yonkers and there were dogs there as well. There's dogs everywhere in New York.

Down the hill from his building stood a white shingled house belonging to a retired man named Sam Carr. Now, Carr had a black Labrador called Harvey, and David again became certain the animal was begging him to kill for it. And he came to believe that a 6,000-year-old man also called Sam was speaking to him through that dog. And he also saw Carr himself as a demon. So in May, he built a Molotov cocktail meant for Harvey, but it failed. Now inside his own apartment, things were falling apart.

He would put his fists through the walls, and then he wrote strange messages next to the holes he had made. And in June, he flew to Houston to see a friend from the army, and he came home with a 44 caliber charter arms bulldog revolver. But before the revolver even, there was a hunting knife. And before that, there was the notebooks. He had been keeping a log of the fires. Three notebooks worth of them.

The last entry went on December 23rd, 1975, and by then the count stood at approximately 1,500 fires. And the following night was Christmas Eve, and he went out into the Bronx to kill somebody. And the first woman he picked, fought him off and got away, thankfully. And nobody knows. who she was because she never went to the police and no hospital ever wrote her down. And minutes after that attack, he would find Michelle Foreman. Now, Michelle was 15 years old in her sophomore year

at Truman High School. And he caught her on a bridge by Dreiser Loop, a short walk from the apartment he used to share with Nathan. And he would stab her six times in the head and in the body. and she was in the hospital for a week, but luckily, she lived. So using the knife had not gone the way that he intended, because his intention was to kill her. He would say, quote, I never heard anyone scream like that. The way she screamed constantly, I kept stabbing, and nothing would happen, unquote. And nobody would come looking for him after the attack either, so he was not a suspect.

And as we know, the army had trained him to shoot. And on the first night, he went hunting, he had picked up a knife instead. But after that one attempt, he would not attempt to use a knife again. So in April of 1976, a woman named Wendy Savino was sitting in her car in the Bronx when a man fired at her five times. And again, luckily, she survived it and would actually be able to give a description to police. He had blue eyes and he had smiled and laughed while he shot her. And he took no money from her and no jewelry, and he left the car after he was done.

But it would be a long time before anybody put that shooting next to his name. So Donna Lauria was 18 years old, the only daughter and the middle child of Rose and Michael Lauria. She had just finished high school and was training to be an emergency medical technician. And Jody Valenti was 19 years old and a nursing student, and she lived on the same block. Now two days earlier, Donna's uncle Ralph had died, and the family was still suffering from the grief. And Donna wanted an uplifting evening to distract her, so the two of them got dressed up and drove out to peach trees, which was a discotheque in New Rochel. And they came back at about 110 on the morning of July 29, 1976. Now, Jody double parked her Oldsmobile outside Donna's building in Pelham Bay, and they sat there talking about their night.

and a yellow compact nobody recognized had been up and down that street for hours. And Donna pushed her door open to go inside and then saw a man coming at the car with a paper bag. And startled, she said out loud, now what is this? And he took the gun out of the bag, crouched, braced an elbow on his knee, held it in both hands and fired. And one bullet would kill her where she was sitting. And the second bullet went into Jody's thigh and the third missed them both. And the horn jammed on and stayed on bringing the neighbors to their windows. So the man turned away and walked off quickly.

Now luckily, Jody lived and she said she had never seen that man before. And she told police he was white and in his 30s. He had a fair complexion and about five foot eight and 200 pounds with short, dark curly hair. And Donna's father said he had seen a man. like that sitting in a yellow compact. So the Loria's buried Ralph and then they buried Donna. And as far as Leeds went, nothing about that night pointed anywhere.

Now Wendy Savino had been shot three months before and nobody had put the two side by side. So there was no pattern yet and no name for him, just one more shooting in a bad year for the city. And then came Carl De Niro. Now Carl DeNaro was 20 years old working security at Citibank and he had just signed up

for the Air Force actually. And Rosemary Keenan was 18 and studied at Queen's College. So on the night of October 23rd, 1976, the two of them met at a bar. And Carl was out enjoying himself before he left for the service. And afterwards they drove to a quiet spot by Bone Park in Flushing and sat in the car. Now they had been parked for about four minutes when the windows blew in. And Carl would recall, quote, it felt like the car exploded. All the glass had broken. There was little pieces embedded in my hands." And neither of them realized somebody was actually shooting at them. And Rosemary started the engine and desperately drove back to the bar for help. And inside, Carl said he did not feel well and put his head on the table, and then blood ran out from under his

hair, because a 44 round had gone right into his skull. Now, surgeons were able to replace the piece it took with a metal plate. And Rosemary, luckily, only had cuts from the glass and nothing worse. And neither of them never actually saw the man who fired at them. And at four in the morning at Flushing Hospital, an officer asked Carl if he should call his parents. Quote, as long as I'm home by seven, my mother will never know. And the cop would say, son, you've been shot in the head, you're not going anywhere, unquote. Now the bullets they dug out of the car were 44s, too battered to match to any gun. But despite the similarities, still nobody connected this shooting alongside Donna Loria's. And Rosemary's father, being a detective, meant the case got worked hard, and it still didn't

seem to go anywhere. Now, the two shootings had happened in different boroughs and different precincts were working them. So for a while, the detectives even wondered about Carl himself, and months went by before the suspicion was dropped. And later, when the police finally had a run of shootings to set side by side, some of them believed the gunman had taken Carl's shoulder-length hair for a woman's. Now, just after midnight on November 27, 1976, two girls sat on a front porch in Floral Park talking, and they had walked back from the movies at this point. And the house was Joanne Lemino's. She was 18 years old and recently graduated from Martin Van Buren High, and she was looking for work as a secretary. And Donna Damassie was 16 years old and still a student

at the same school. Now, while they talked, a young man came across the lawn toward them in military fatigues. And Joanne had her back to him and turned her head, and he asked for directions in a high, thin voice, quote unquote, can you tell me how to get? But I never finished the thought, and instead he took out a revolver and shot each of them once. And they went down on the porch, and he kept firing, putting rounds into the house before he ran. And a neighbor heard the shots and got outside in time to see a blonde man going past with a pistol in his left hand. And Donna had been hit in the neck, but it was not going to kill her. Joanne had been hit in the back, and the bullet had gone into her spine.

And her family heard the gunfire from inside the house, and they came out, put both the girls in a car, and drove them to the hospital themselves. Donna spent about three weeks in Long Island Jewish Medical Center and wore a brace after the that until she fully recovered. Joanne would spend the rest of her life in a wheelchair. And this time, the police had people who had seen him. And both girls sat with them and worked up a sketch, and so did the neighbors from the street. And Donna described a white man about 25 or 30 in a three-quarter-length coat, brown or green. And the bullets were 44s from a gun nobody could put a name to. Now the trouble was that no one detective was looking at all the

information. Three attacks so far across two boroughs and remember each one belonged to a different precinct. Now every one of them involved a 44 and that fact sat in separate precinct files on opposite sides of the city. Wendy Savino shooting was not among them at the time because nobody would actually connect that one for decades. And then a young woman was shot dead in Queens on January 30th and Captain Joseph Borrelli remembered what happened next. Quote, one of the detectives came over to me and he says, you know, that's a big bullet, he says. And we had a shooting in the 105 with a big bullet and they also had one in Queens. So that stirred me up a little bit, unquote. And at this point, police suspected one man, but suspecting was not the same as proving it as we know.

It is mentioned, most of the recovered bullets came out to batter to match any particular weapon. So on March 8th, another woman was killed a block away, and this time a bullet came out of the seen whole, and it matched the round that had killed Donna Lauria in the Bronx eight months earlier, and the same gun had fired both, a 44 charter arms bulldog. So now they knew for sure they had a serial shooter on their hands. So in March, the department pulled a task force together and named it Operation Omega with 50 detectives to start. And Deputy Inspector Timothy Dowd was put in charge of it in April. And before it was finished, Omega would number 300. And Omega went after the gun itself. And they set out to trace every bulldog ever manufactured, roughly 28,000 of them. And they

found every registered owner in New York City and interviewed them and test fired their weapons. So they were doing their due diligence. But not one of them was the gun. So Christine Freund was a 26-year-old secretary born and raised in Salzburg, Austria, and now living in Ridgewood. And John Deal was a 30-year-old bartender, and the two of them had been together for about seven years. Now, Christine had been encouraging John to settle into a career, both for himself and for their eventual family, because they were going to be married. So on the night of January 29, 1977, they went to the movies to see Rocky, and afterwards they had a drink at a wine gallery nearby. And the plan for the rest of the evening was dancing.

But just after midnight, they were sitting in John's car in Station Square in the Forest Hills, waiting for it to heat up. And a man would walk up to the car and fire into it, without so much as a single word. Three rounds came through the glass, and two of them would hit Christine directly in the head. And that's when John got the car moving as best he could and drove for help. Now, he had only suffered minor injuries, but he had not seen the man at all. And Christine would unfortunately die in the hospital only a few hours later. And she is now buried at Linden Hill Cemetery out in Queens.

She and John never got the chance to have their wedding. And the round that police recovered had come out of a 44 charter arms bulldog. And what bothered one of the detectives on the task force was the way the shots had been fired. A detective James Justice said afterwards, quote, My fear was that the guy doing the shooting was a cop, quote unquote, he used a cop stance to shoot. So as the connections became clearer, the papers finally had something to call him,

and they would call him the 44 caliber killer. So on the evening of March 8, 1977, a young woman came up out of the subway at Continental Avenue with her books in her arms. Virginia Voska Ruchian was 20 at the time, and in her sophomore year at Bernard College over in Manhattan. And on top of her classes, she worked at a duty-free shop in the JFK airport. Her family were Armenians who had been living in Bulgaria, and they had come to America in 1968 in pursuit of the American dream. And her brother, Deke, said it had taken them more than 10 years to get permission to come. Quote, it was a big deal for us, what a country this was, and then such a society.

sad thing. This blew everyone's dreams away. So from the station, it was a few minutes on foot to the family's house on Exeter Street. And there was a man waiting out in the area and had been for about an hour, walking the streets and looking for a victim. And that's when he would come at her on Dartmouth Street at about 7.30 p.m. and raised his gun. Sensing what was about to happen, she raised her books to shield her face, and the bullet would go right through the. him. And a neighbor who heard the shot came out and saw a short husky teenage boy running from the scene. And other people on the street had seen him too. And the early papers pointed at the boy, and it took the police a while to work out that he was not a suspect and had only witnessed it.

He was just running away from the gunshots. And a neighbor would come for her brother before the police got there, and Deke went down to identify her. Quote, she was murdered just a couple of blocks away from our house and I knew it was my sister, but I was in shock and I couldn't tell if it was Virginia or my older sister, unquote. But nothing about this attack matched the others, because she was alone on foot on a residential street in the early evening. And David would say afterwards that he had done it that way deliberately to throw the police off his own pattern. However, it worked the other way entirely because the bullet would come out of her hole had it matched the one that had had killed Donna Loria.

Now Virginia spoke five languages, and her brother said she could have been a translator, saying quote unquote, she loved music, reading art and fashion. So two days after Virginia died, the police called a press conference, and Commissioner Michael Codd told the room the shootings were connected

and that the gun was a 44 charter arms bulldog. So New York had a serial killer. And the man they were looking for was white in his 20s, black-haired, ordinary in height and build, and he seemed to be going after young women with long, dark hair. Now, papers released years afterwards showed the ballistics were thinner than the announcement made them sound.

And the police strongly suspected one gun across all shootings, but on the evidence they had, that had yet to be officially confirmed. Either way, the city had been told there was a man out there just hunting on the streets. So the Daily News and the Post ran it every day from then on. And Sam Roberts was the city editor at the Daily News that year. Quote, it had absolutely everything going for it as a tabloid perfect storm. It was an ongoing unfolding crime story that New Yorkers were genuinely terrified about, unquote. And circulation climbed for both of the outlets, and the story went out past the city,

onto front pages at the Vatican's paper in Israel and in the Soviet Union even. And New Yorkers started living differently due to the reports. Because the victims had long, dark hair, thousands of young women cut theirs short or went blonde, and others just bought wigs, and thousands more just stopped going out after dark altogether. And nightclubs and restaurants watched their businesses fall away. And none of this was landing on a city in good health. Because New York was deep in a fiscal crisis. The state had taken over its finances, and the mayor was wearing the blame.

And unemployment stood at 8.9 percent, and that was the last. lowest it had been in three years. And nobody inside the department or outside it knew where the killer would turn up next. But in April, he went back to the Bronx, to a street a few blocks from where he had killed Donna Lauria nine months before. Now, Valentina Seriani was 18 and still living at her parents' house. She was at Lehman College studying acting, and she was planning to take time out to go study at FIT in Manhattan. And those who knew her saw her as lively, friendly, and focused on her studies. She played the piano and cared for any stray cat that turned up nearby.

And Alexander Asau was a 19-year-old Brooklyn Technical High School graduate who had studied architecture there. And he also drove a tow truck. So on the evening of April 16th, he picked Valentina up at about nine to take her to a movie. Now, she had to be home by 3 a.m. for her curfew. And just before 3 in the morning, they were parked on the Hutchinson River Parkway Service Road in a car belonging to Alexander's.

brother, and they were about a block away from Valentina's front door, and that's when shots were fired. And someone living in a nearby building heard them and called the police immediately, and Valentina was in the driver's seat and was hit once, and Alexander was hit twice, and both of them were hit in the head. Valentina would die only a block away from her home, and Alexander would die in the hospital a few hours later, unable to tell anybody what he would what he had seen. So, so far, they were the only couple he managed to kill together. And back at the scene, the police found an envelope

on the ground beside the car, left where it was sure to be found. And Borrelli said later that it was this night, rather than the ballistics in March, that made the department work the case as the work of a serial killer. Valentina's funeral service was held at St. Teresa's Church in the Bronx on April 21st,

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Now the envelope found at the scene was addressed to Captain Joseph Borelli. And Borelli was on the task force and his name had been turning up in the papers all through the 44 coverage. And inside was a handwritten letter featuring mostly capitals and littered with spelling errors. And it began by taking offense. Quote, I am deeply hurt by your calling me a women hater. I am not, but I am a monster. I am the son of Sam. When Father Sam gets drunk, he gets mean. He beats his family, go out and kill commands Father Sam, unquote. And he wrote that there were bodies behind the house, young women, drained of blood and down to bones. And he wrote about himself as well, saying, quote, I feel like an outsider. I am on a different wavelength than everybody else

programmed to kill, unquote. And he told police to shoot him on site and said he would be back and signed off, quote unquote, yours in murder, Mr. Monster. Now, Sam was a real name, a neighbor of the letter writers over in Yonkers. Sam Carr owned the Black Labrador, and the man writing the letter believed the orders were coming through it. So on May 30th, a second letter arrived, and this one at the Daily News, for a columnist named Jimmy Breslin. Now, Breslin wrote about and four ordinary New Yorkers, and he would eventually win a politzer for it. And letter opened with the city itself, quote, hello from the gutters of NYC, which are filled with dog manure, vomit, stale wine, urine, and blood, unquote. Then it flattered, Breslin, saying, quote, I read your column daily,

and I find it quite informative, unquote. And then it named the first girl the killer had killed, unquote. However, you must not forget Donna Loria, and you cannot let the people forget her either, And on the back of the envelope, he had written, quote, blood and family, darkness and death, absolute depravity, 44, unquote. And he asked Breslin a question saying, quote, unquote, what will you have for July 29? Now, July 29th was the anniversary of Donna Loria's death, and the police read it as a promise. And the letter also offered other names he might be called, and among them was the Duke of Death, the Wicked King Wicker, the 20th. two disciples of hell and John Wheaties. Breslin took it to the police and 10 days later the paper ran it with parts of it cut out.

And he used the column to talk to the man directly pleading, quote, the only way for the killer to leave this special torment is to give himself up to me if he trusts me or to the police, unquote. And that issue sold more than a million copies, one of the biggest the newspaper ever had. Some people said he should have not run it, that he was feeding the thing he was covering. And Breslin's answer was that his readers were entitled to know. And years afterwards, he said of the man who wrote to him, quote, he's the only killer I ever knew who knew how to use a semicolon, unquote. Now, New York Magazine had a handwriting expert look at the letter saying,

quote, this specimen is terrifying. In all of my years of work, I have never encountered so dangerous a character, unquote. and the expert asked not to be named on the grounds of becoming a target. But still, between the letters, the handwriting men, and the profiles and the hundreds of calls coming in, none of it brought the police any closer to the man they were looking for. So by that summer, Operation Omega was 75 detectives and over 200 uniformed officers pulled in from precincts across the city.

And Timothy Dowd, the head of the force, had come over from Kerry as a young man. Now, he was 61, gray-haired, and the other cops thought him bookish, despite his major homicide experience. And he studied literature and Latin while at City College, and he was well known for sending arrest reports back to his own detectives when the grammar was wrong.

So they called him Captain Kama. Sue a guy for having good grammar. Now, Dowd described the job as a search for, quote-unquote, a needle in a haystack, and Borelli described the difficulty in a different way. Quote, the hardest cases in the world for a homicide detective are strangers. Stranger on stranger. You have very little to go with because you don't have a motive. You may not have any witnesses, right? So you're at a dead standstill, unquote. So they went out

and waited for him. Unmarked cars worked the Bronx and Queens at night, and police women's with long, dark hair sat in parked cars outside the discos and the bars. And other officers sat in pairs and pretended to be couples. Now, the chief of detectives John Keenan used televised press conference to talk to the man directly. Quote, son of Sam, we now know you are not a woman hater, and know how you have suffered. We wish to help you, and it is not too late.

Please let us help you, end quote. And the tips came in by the thousands. Just every neighbor who kept odd hours, every brother-in-law who liked guns, every man in a bar who had said something ugly about a pretty girl. And Dr. Martine Lubin of Bellevue and some 45 other psychiatrists had sat down together to build a bar,

psychological profile of the killer. And by May, they had him as a paranoid schizophrenic who might believe himself possessed, a loner who could not manage relationships, and who performed particularly poorly with women. And what the police had told the public was accurate, but was essentially of no use whatsoever. A white man in his 20s, dark hair, ordinary height, ordinary build, that matched, you know, tens of thousands of men in New York. And the sketches were honestly kind of worse. because they came from witnesses who had barely seen him,

and they had the city on watch for a face that was really just not his. And then July arrived, and the temperature reached 104 degrees, and a blackout put New York in the dark for 25 hours. And there was looting and burning 4,000 arrests, $300 million worth of damage as well. And people were still concerned that the anniversary of the first killing, the date the killer had named, was coming round at the end of the month.

Yet, what nobody in Omega knew was that the answer was already sitting in the pile. Now, up in Yonkers, his neighbors and his old landlords were concerned that the son of Sam was the young man who lived near them, and they had actually told the police so, but it just went in with the thousands of other tips. So the ally Foss was a discotheque out of Northern Boulevard in Bayside,

and it had been a place called Humperdink's Supper Club until the year before, and since then it'd become where the young, people of that part of Queens just went. So on the night of June 25th, Judy Placito was there with her friends, and Sal Lupo was there with his. And Judy was 17 and had finished high school recently. And she had a partial scholarship to pace in the fall, and she intended to go into law. And Sal was 20 and a mechanic's assistant out of Masbeth, and one of seven children. And some men started bothering Judy while she was dancing, So she went to a stranger for help, and that stranger was Sal.

And as the evening wound down at around three in the morning, the two of them were outside in his parked car. And that was when the conversation turned to the son of Sam Killings. And that is also when somebody shot them both. Sal was hit in the right forearm, and Judy was hit in the right temple, and also in the shoulder, and also in the back of her neck. And Sal would get out and run into the club for help,

and Judy made it a few feet, made it a few steps from the car before she went down at the middle of the street. Now, both of them actually lived, and the local paper described their wounds as fairly minor. But unfortunately, neither of them had seen the attacker who fired. But two people on the street had. And they described someone tall and dark-haired in a leisure suit going away from the scene. And one of them had watched him leave in a car and took down part of the plate to give to police. So Sal and Judy luckily made it through,

But after that night, the crowds at the Elifos stopped coming as they once did. So on July 31st, 1977, Robert Vialanti and Stacey Moskowitz went out together for their first date. Robert was 20, 6'1, and four days earlier, he had ridden the subway an hour into Manhattan to the Willamina Modeling Agency, because he looked like John Travolta, and they signed him to start on that Monday. And the next night, he went out to celebrate to a gong show night at the beach. steak charlie's and it was quote unquote wall to wall people in there and stacy moscowicz ended up right in front of him and he said of her quote she was a beautiful beautiful girl and what a pleasant pleasant girl a very bubbly full of life young lady so they talked for hours and made a plan then for the

first date that saturday and stacey was 20 as well and a Brooklyn girl and the daughter of nesa and jerry Moskowitz. And her younger sister, Jody Lynn, had died when Stacey was only 10 years old. And Stacey had gone to Lafayette High School and then on to Kingsborough Community College. And she was outgoing and well-liked. And by that summer, she was working up in the Empire State Building as a secretary at a shoe company. And the son of Sam, just like everybody else, was on their minds. Five people were dead and six more had been shot. And none of it in Brooklyn. The police were expecting the killer in the same places. With the first of the shootings coming up on a year old,

the department put a large drag net over the killer's previous hunting grounds in Queens and the Bronx. And on his way out the door, Robert told his mother, she had nothing to worry about. Quote unquote, Stacey's a blonde, he said. Now, the date began at the movies with New York, New York, and afterwards they parked on shore parkway in Bath Beach, under a streetlight beside a city park. and they walked down by the water and wound up on a set of swings. Quote unquote, we were like two little kids, Robert would say.

And then Stacey noticed a man standing back in the shadows with his arms folded. And he frightened her, so she said she wanted to go. So they got into his car. But Robert said, quote unquote, let's stay five minutes. So it was around 2.35 in the morning, and there was a full moon out over Gravesend Bay. And two minutes later, the windows would shatter around them. Somebody had come right up to the passenger side of the vehicle, firing four rounds into their heads and went off into the park. Everything went black for Robert, and he was certain he was dead, saying, quote, I was shot in the head, totally blind and full of blood.

Oh my God, oh my God, he killed us, unquote. And then he heard Stacey moaning beside him and realized that he was still alive. The bullet had gone across his skull, taking his left eye and leaving the other one. damaged. Though blinded and extremely hurt, he got the car door open and found a light pole to hold onto. And he screamed, quote, we've been shot, we've been shot, unquote, and put his free hand on the horn. He held it down until the battery gave out and then went down on the pavement. The first officers to arrive found Stacey still conscious and she actually talked to them. And nearby neighbors came out to the scene with towels and stayed with them until the ambulance came. And at the hospital,

He was told to expect the worst, quote, the doctor said I was not going to make it and that Stacy would, unquote, he would say. However, Stacy would actually pass away the following day on the 1st of August. She was the only blonde woman the son of Sam had ever shot. And they would bury her two days after that at King Solomon Cemetery in Clifton, New Jersey.

And days went by before anybody told Robert the truth of what he had lost. And his father, the man he called his best pal, told him his sight was completely gone. And weeks after that, his father would tell him that Stacey had actually passed away. And Robert would say that he, quote unquote, cried like a baby. So Cecilia Davis lived on Bay 17th Street, a block from the park.

And she got home in the early hours of the morning and took her dog's snowball out. Now, out on the street, she passed a police officer putting a ticket on a car somebody had left beside a hydrant. And a few moments after the officers drove off, a young man came along the sidewalk from the direction of that car, and he looked her over as he went by, and he had some sort of dark object in his hand.

And she went home fast after that, and behind her, she heard the shots. Three car lengths ahead of Robert's car, and a 19-year-old named Tommy Zano was parked with his own date, and he caught a glimpse of a man coming up on the passenger side, and then he looked in his rear-view mirror. And between the streetlight and the full moon, he had a very clear view of him for a few seconds. And he put him at 25 to 30 years old, average height with shaggy hair somewhere between dark blonde and light brown.

Quote unquote, it looked like a wig, Zana would say. And on the far side of the park, a woman sitting in a car with her boyfriend watched a man run out of the trees and get into a small light-colored car. And she said he was wearing a light-colored cheap nylon wig. He got clocked. Quote, he looks like he just robbed a bank, unquote, she would say. And other people on those streets described something else again, which was a yellow Volkswagen speeding away with its headlights off.

So the sightings piled up until the police came to believe the killer drove one, and there were more than 900 Volkswagans to find in New York and New Jersey. And later that morning, there were crowds down on Shore Road, and Cecilia now understood what she had walked past. And still, she said nothing for four days. Quote unquote, I panicked and I couldn't say anything. But when she did go to the police,

they pulled every car that had been ticketed around there that night. And Detective James Justice went through the summonses that had been filed, and one of them was a $25 ticket written at that hydrant, and the registration on it came back to yonkers. And it was a yellow 1970 Ford Galaxy in David Berkowitz's own name, at an address 25 miles from Brooklyn. And the ticket had been written before the shooting had actually happened. So on August 9th, Justice rang the Yonkers police to have somebody set up an interview with the owner of the car. And the dispatcher who took the call was a woman named Wheat Carr, and she knew the name Berkowitz straight away, saying, quote, let me tell you about him. I know him. He lives right behind me, unquote. And she told him,

this man had shot her father's black Labrador, and her father's name was Sam Carr. Now, Justice heard the name Sam and had a strong feeling that there was something to this. And the Yonkers police had their own file on Berkowitz. So a deputy sheriff named Craig Glassman lived one floor below him and had reported him for harassment, actually. And Glassman went in and out of the building in uniform, and Berkowitz had come to hate him for it. and somebody had set a fire outside Glassman's door with 22 rounds sitting inside of it. And we all know who loves to light fucking fires. And they told Justice they thought Berkowitz was the man everybody was looking for.

And the next day, they went up to 35 Pine Street and the galaxy was parked right outside. And there was a handgun sitting on the back seat where anyone could see it. And that allowed them to open the car because they had probable cause. And inside, they found a duffel bag of ammunition, maps of the places he had shot people and a letter addressed to Dowd. Now, nobody went up to the apartment to confront Berkowitz because the hallway up there was narrow and they didn't want to take the chance of a violent situation in cramped corridors. And they were also waiting on a warrant that would ensure their search held up in court. And the warrant still

had not come when he walked out at about 10 o'clock that night and got into his car. Now, Detective John Falatico came up to the driver's side and put his gun, near Berkowitz's temple. And Detective Sergeant William Gardella took the passenger side, and on the seat beside him was a paper bag with a 44 in it.

Quote unquote, well, you got me, Berkowitz would say. An officer Falotico asked him a question saying, quote, unquote, now that I've got you, who have I got? You know, Berkowitz would say back. And Falunico

remembered the voice as soft, almost sweet. Quote unquote, no, I don't. You tell me. And Berkowitz would say, I'm Sam. And Falatiko would say, you're Sam? Sam, Sam, Sam, who? And Berkowitz would say, Sam, David Berkowitz. Now, Follatiko remembered the big smile on his face,

and he could never quite explain it. Berkowitz told them he had been on his way out to kill again. Now, the warrant came, and they went up to apartment 7E, and the place was a mess to say the least. The holes he had punched in the walls were still there, and so was the writing beside them. One message read, quote, Hi, my name is Mr. Williams, and I live in this hole, unquote. And there were three stenographer notebooks, almost completely full,

diaries he had been keeping since he was 21. And he had written down hundreds of fires he had set around New York, as we know. And by the mattresses, which had no sheets on it, he had written four more words, quote, Sam Carr, my master. unquote. David Berkowitz, 24 years old, 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. So they held him in Yonkers for a little while and then drove him down to the police headquarters in lower Manhattan. And Mayor Beam got there around one in the morning, looked at him without

saying anything and went back out to the reporters. Quote, the people of the city of New York can rest easy because of the fact that police have captured a man whom they believed to be the son of Sam, unquote. And the questioning itself took about a half an hour early on the morning of August 11th. And Joe Coffey, a sergeant on the task force, had been waiting upstairs to question him, and he said he had wanted to take hold of him and put him out the window. But then he said, quote, as I listened to him, my anger began to disappear and I almost started to feel sorry for him, unquote. John Keenan was the one who took the confession. Berkowitz gave his confession up quickly and told them he wanted to plead guilty.

And he went through the shootings and he knew things about the letter that had never been printed anywhere. And he confessed to all eight of them every shooting they would charge him with. And there was no longer any question about who they had. And then he told them why he had done it. And it was the same thing he had believed up in Yonkers. The dog wanted the blood from attractive younger girls, he said, and the orders were passed down from, Sam. Quote unquote, he told me to kill Sam as the devil.

And he also gave them the plans for a night that hadn't yet happened. He had wanted to finish his spree at a nightclub out in the Hamptons, shooting into the crowd on the dance floor. And he said he wanted to go out in a blaze of glory, and he admitted to the fires as well. And while all of that settled who he was, it did not settle what to do with him. The psychiatric report went to the state Supreme Court justices on the 13th of August,

and the finding was that he was not fit to stand trial. Daniel Schwartz and Richard Wydenbaker found him well aware of the six murder charges and able to follow the legal process that was forming against him. But they judged that paranoid psychosis had left him so emotionally dead that he could not help his own lawyers, nor did he want to. And Eugene Gold, the district attorney in Brooklyn, would not accept the report and he got a court order to have his own man examine him. And David Abramson spent a month interviewing him, and he came out that time saying the demons were something Berkowitz could switch on and off. So he said they were a conscious invention.

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And then a side door opened and the room went quiet. And Judge Richard Brown said afterwards, quote, you could cut the tension with a knife, unquote. And six detectives sat around him and two dozen court officers stood in a line across the front of the room to separate him from the people watching. And the bailiff called out the docket number and his name and Brown said, quote, you could literally hear a pin drop, unquote. And Brown asked him one question, quote unquote, you, sir, are David R. Berkowitz? And Berkowitz would say, yes, sir. And that was the only time Berkowitz would speak. Now, the charges were read out on an affidavit sworn by Detective John Falatiko.

And Berkowitz was held without bail and sent to King's County Hospital for psychiatric evaluation and to be kept away from every other patient there in protective custody. And his father heard about the arrest in a retirement home down in Florida. And he would say, quote, if David did these things, I don't expect you to forgive him, as this would be too much to ask of you. I will live with this heartache for the rest of my life, unquote. Berkowitz spent the next eight months in the prison ward at King's County, with people outside the building holding protest signs of hatred about him.

And the staff said he seemed remarkably untroubled by the place. And in October, Justice John Starkey heard the question of Berkowitz's competency and agreed with Abramson. But a week later, Starkey was off the case over controversial things he had said to the press about Berkowitz, meaning to blame the demons. And a new hearing was set again for the spring in front of a different judge. By the time it came round, Schwartz and Widenbacher had changed their minds, and they said the treatment was working and that he could take part in his own defense now.

However, they did not say he had been sane on the nights of the shootings. So their change of opinion helped Judge Joseph Corso rule that he was fit to stand trial. Now, Abramson's prior findings on the demons had already taken much of the ground out from under the insanity defense. But still, Berkowitz's own lawyers wanted to argue that he was not guilty by reason of insanity, but Berkowitz wouldn't let them, and he told them the decision was his to make. So on May 8, 1978, the whole case was brought into the Brooklyn courtroom, and everybody expected him to plead guilty, so the three boroughs proceedings had been combined for security and to save cost of running three trials. So three judges took the bench in turn.

Joseph Corso for Brooklyn, William Kaplanman for the Bronx, and Nicholas Sukhalas for Queens. Now one after another, he pleaded guilty to all of it, seven counts of attempted murder in the second degree, and six counts of murder in the second degree. And Walter Cronkite reported it that evening saying, quote, there was no outward sign of emotion, no expressed remorse today as David Berkowitz pleaded guilty in a Brooklyn New York court to six random son of Sam murders, unquote. Sucalis asked him about the two young women he had wounded out in Queens and whether he had meant to do them serious injury. And he replied, oh, no, sir, I wanted to kill them. Just chills up my spine.

But because Berkowitz pleaded guilty, no jury ever sat and decided whether he was sane on the nights he did the shootings. So that question was left unresolved. So the judges came back on May 22nd to sentence him, but the hearing didn't quite get that far. because he started chanting in something like a nursery rhyme that, quote unquote, Stacy was a whore. And Nasa Moskowitz came up out of her seat saying, quote unquote, you animal. And Robert Vialanti got to his feet as well and said, quote unquote, you should die, you should rot in hell.

And he said afterwards that it was total anger and that he couldn't control himself. And then Berkowitz blew up shouting, quote unquote, I'd kill them all again. And Dr. Martin Lubin said his actions weren't just for show, and they were meant in hopes, quote, that someone might shoot him, but in particular he wanted to dive out of the window, unquote. So the guards dragged him out of the room, and the sentencing was put off. And the next morning, the Daily News ran Joseph Pappin's drawings of the scene across its front page. And on June 12th, he came back quiet, and the sentence was handed down. Each of the six killings carried 25 years to life the most the law allowed, with further time on top for the people who had lived.

And the six terms were set to run one after another. But New York merged sentences like that when it came to parole and treated the man as though he had killed only once. So the number that mattered was just 25 years, and it ran out in 2002. So before he was even sentenced, Berkowitz had sold the rights to his life. story. And in response, the state legislature passed a law in 1977 written to stop him earning a dollar out of what he had done, which, thank God. Money from any book or film about the crime went into an escrow account held by the state, and any victim who won a judgment against him could claim it. So the law took his name, and it was called the Son of Sam Law. And the federal

government ended up writing its own version, along with 42 states. And in Berkowitz's own case, it took eight years of legal fighting before the board could hand any money to the families. And the law itself actually did not survive. And Simon and Schuster took the New York board to court over Nicholas Pilegi's book about a mafia man named Henry Hill, the one that became Goodfellas. And in 1991, the Supreme Court struck the statute down and not one justice dissented. And Justice Sandra Day O'Connor wrote, quote, A statute is presumptively inconsistent with the First Amendment if it imposed

his financial burden on speakers because of the content of their speech, unquote. So the trouble was that the law reached any book in which a writer owned up to a crime, whether or not anybody had ever charged him with it. And by that standard, the court said, it would have taken the money from St. Augustine, Henry David Thoreau, and Malcolm X. And New York then amended the law to cover any money a criminal made out of a crime, rather than money made from telling about it, if that makes sense. And other states followed and several courts have gone on striking down the new versions as well.

And the case caused a change in police work as well. James Justice said afterwards that information moved better between the precincts and the boroughs than it ever had prior. And the case is part of why American police forces went on to take up criminal profiling altogether. If you guys have seen Mind Hunter, you know Son of Sam is in it. Not actually the Son of Sam, but a guy who looks exactly like him acted as I'm in it. and he was actually part of that profiling process, which is really interesting. I highly recommend going to watch Mind Hunter. I want them to make a second season so bad.

Netflix, please. And the newspapers were not the same afterwards either. And a man named Rupert Murdoch had bought the post at the end of 1976. Beaten to the Brestland letter by the Daily News, he put a reporter named Steve Dunlevey on it and told him to dig up whatever he could. And after the last shooting, Dunlevey got himself to the hospital alongside the victim's parents. and the Post had the exclusive the next morning. And then he wrote a front page appealing to the son of Sam to give himself up,

preferably to the Post rather than the police. And when Berkowitz's name got out, four reporters were arrested trying to break into the Yonkers apartment from the Post, the Daily News, Time, and the Washington Post. Just scum. And the day after the arrest, the paper ran, caught across the front. And 16 more stories inside. In the first chapter of a novel, it said,

may have inspired the son of Sam himself. Now, Dunlavy turned up old love letters Berkowitz had sent a girlfriend, and the post ran them as How I Became a Mass Killer. And even Murdoch admitted later that they had gone too far with that one. Yeah, no fucking shit. So after the sentence, Berkowitz went into the hands of the state's department of mental hygiene and into state's prison a few months after that. And by the end of the 70s, he was at Attica.

And in 1979, another prisoner opened his throat with a razor, and it took more than 50 stitches to repair, and the cut ran down the left side of his neck, giving him a scar. And James Conway, a corrections officer on the staff then, later named the man as William Houser, who did it, who was inside for beating somebody to death with a rolling pin. So, seems like Berkowitz got off easy with the one razor blade cut. But the razor was never found,

and Berkowitz was too frightened to name anyone, so Houser was never charged. Conway said, quote, it was a pretty gaping wound. I think it would not have bothered Hauser if he had killed Berkowitz. Hey, I'm the guy who took out the son of Sam, unquote. And he's speaking as if he was Hauser. And New York Correctional Services moved him around the prison system over the years, the way they deal with security for a man that well known. And he spent years at Sullivan, a correctional facility upstate, and is at Shondham Correctional now, 60 miles north of the city and behind maximum security. And in 1987, 10 years in, he says he found God,

and he told a criminologist named Scott Bonn that he had stopped believing he would get through his time in prison and that he often thought about dying. And one night he went down on his knees for half an hour and asked to be forgiven. And he said his prayers were answered and his fear and pain were removed from him. and he took a new name for himself, the son of hope. And at Sullivan, he was the only prisoner allowed to work as a mentor and spiritual advisor to impaired men there. And the others called him Brother Dave. Don't give this guy a role to have an ego.

What is, what? That his account of why he committed his crimes has changed over the years. A bit of a pathological liar, Berkowitz is, and he eventually recanted the demon story altogether, and then said for years that a satanic cult had been in it with him, and then said in 2013 that he had acted alone and that the dog had never told him anything. Believe it or not, quote, I was once an evil man and I truly believed that Satan would come and release me, unquote. Berkowitz's adoptive father Nathan died in 2012 at 101 years old after sticking by his son's side despite his actions. And Berkowitz cried while talking about what he,

had put the old man through. And in 2017, he was asked what he would say to the families. Quote, well, I've apologized many times. I wish I could go back and change things. People that were hurt, people that are still in pain suffering the loss because of my criminal actions. And I never forget that. Sometimes that weighs very heavy on me, unquote. And it became eligible for parole in 2002, and he wrote to the governor asking not to be let out. Quote, I can give you no good reason why I should be considered for parole. In all honesty, I believe I deserve to be in prison for the rest of my life, unquote. Smartest thing he's literally ever set? And the board has heard him every two years since and turned him down every time he appeared, 12 times, to be exact. And the last was in May of

24. And in May of 2026, he did not turn up at all. And he wrote to a newspaper to say that he was not asking to be released, that he expected to go to heaven, and that he keeps a small congregation in the unit where he lives. But though Berkowitz was behind bars, a reporter named Mori Terry never accepted that the case was finished. Now, Terry worked at finding the others he believed had worked with Berkowitz for decades and put all of the effort into a 1987 book called The Ultimate Evil. Now, he died in 2015 and nobody else was ever charged. And he argued that Berkowitz belonged to a satanic cult that met in Uttermeyer Park in Yonkers and that its members had helped with the shootings.

And there was a path that ran up to the park from behind Berkowitz's building and the car house leading to a spot with a satanic graffiti and an old pump house with blood on the floor. And his evidence came from the letters. The one in Breslin listed names, the writer said he could be called, and one of them was John Wheaties. John Carr's middle name was Wheat, and boys at school had called him Wheaties, and he was Sam Carr's son and Wheat Carr's brother.

And the first letter had Papa Sam keeping the writer locked in the attic and getting mean when he drank. And a retired Yonkers detective said that was close to what people said about Sam Carr and his own boys. that he would beat them and shut them at the attic. And the eyewitnesses had never agreed either. Because the man Tommy Zano watched in his mirror did not look like Berkowitz apparently. Zeno said the man had blonde straw-like hair

while Berkowitz had curly dark hair. But I mean, there was plenty of witnesses that said he was just wearing a cheap wig. And I feel like a man might not be able to tell if it's a cheap wig or if he actually looked blonde. So I don't know how well that holds up. And the car, people kept describing, was not the car Berkowitz drove apparently.

And in 1997, Berkowitz gave Terry a new account. And he said he had been at all eight shootings but had killed only three of the six, Donna, Valentina, and Alexander. And the rest of the time, he said, he was the lookout while somebody else fired. And he named John Carr as the gunman

at one of the Queen's shootings and Michael Carr at the disco. But he would not name anyone else and said his family would be at the mercy of the others if he did. But he has never been cross-examined on any of this since his confession. And by then, the story had already turned over twice, from a dog giving orders to no dog at all,

to a satanic cult. And each version left him holding less of the blame. And both Carr brothers were dead before any of this could be tested at all. John was found shot at Mightnod in North Dakota in February, 1978, about six months after the arrest, and the death was put down as suicide and later reopened as a possible murder.

And a counselor from the area said that John had come to him weeks earlier, quote unquote, agitated and upset, saying he had gotten into witchcraft in that somebody was trying to kill him. And Michael died at 27 in a one car crash on the West Side Highway in 1979. Yonkers Police reopened the son of Sam case in 1996, and the Queen's District Attorney reopened his own. But no new charges came out of either, and both were eventually closed. And despite the lack of other people charged, John Sentucci, the Queen's District Attorney, said of the situation, quote, I believe David Berkowitz did not act alone, that in fact others did cooperate, aid, and abet him, unquote.

And Carl De Niro has said the same for years, saying, quote, there's no way that David Berkowitz did all the shootings. I personally think it was a cult. I don't know that for a fact, but I am convinced that, and no one can unconvince me, that more than one person was involved, unquote. And the detectives who worked the case haven't changed their minds either, though on the other side of the argument. Joe Coffey says, quote, as far as I am concerned, and I'll go to my grave with this, he acted alone, unquote. And John Douglas, the FBI profiler, called him and, quote, introverted loner not capable of being involved in group activity, unquote. And people who have gone back over the case since have mostly landed in the same place. But I'm curious what you guys think, so let me know down below. But all in all, Berkowitz has stopped talking to reporters, and he turned down an interview,

In 2026, noting it a letter, quote, I don't trust the media. They will twist and distort whatever I say, unquote. And he publishes himself now on a website, he says, holds more than a thousand pages of his prison writings. And some things about this case were never quite settled, including Carl De Niro's belief

that someone other than Berkowitz shot him and a legal determination of whether Berkowitz was sane on the nights he committed the crimes. But regardless of the unknowns, Berkowitz will likely spend, the rest of his days in prison. And whether sincere or not, Berkowitz wrote in his letter to Brussels

that people could forget about him, but they'd better not forget Donna Loria. And I personally am going to choose to remember the six victims that passed. But that is that for the Son of Sam case. A lot of you guys requested this one, so please request any other cases you would like me to deep dive into.

And until next time, I will see your beautiful face, and please, please stay safe out there. Okay? Bye.