Cruising
- R
- Year:
- 1980
- 102 min
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Captain.
Something off the port bow.
See if you can match it to that torso
that came in last month.
Otherwise, you know, doc,
''circumstances undetermined...
...pending a police investigation.''
- Wait a minute.
We got a hand here.
If we can get a fingerprint,
we can make this a homicide.
All right, you give me a cause of death.
I can't give you
a cause from this.
It's obvious it's not a suicide,
and it's not a natural.
Doc, you know I can't prosecute a homicide
without a cause of death.
That means I'd have to go out
and find the rest of the body.
No good, doc.
I got too much on my plate now.
Just a numbers game, huh?
Body count? That's all it is to you guys.
The only way you'll prosecute a murder...
...is if you've got a guy downtown
signing a confession.
She ain't gonna make
a fool out of me.
Takes the kids and goes to Florida
to see her sister, leaves me a note.
Ten years.
- They're all scumbags.
- What?
They're all scumbags.
- Who?
- All of them.
You're better off.
Just drive the car, huh?
You'll be driving this car the rest
of your life. You don't know nothing.
I'll get that b*tch.
She ain't gonna jerk me around.
I'll get her.
- You'll get her.
- Damn straight I will.
One day this whole city
is gonna explode.
Used to be able to play stickball
on these streets.
Now look at these guys.
Christ, what's happening?
Hey, girls, you working?
- You buying?
- No, honey, I ain't buying.
Hey, what is that?
You'll break your ass you fall down
in those high heels.
- Yeah, so will your sister.
- My what?
Come here, I'll break your face.
Come here.
Hey, man, give us a break, okay?
I said, come here.
Come on, you already hauled
my ass in last week, hard-on.
A lot of good it did me.
Come on, baby, I cannot handle
another bust this month.
Hey, look, you're on my corner again,
shithead. You know what that means?
Get in the car.
In the car.
P*ssy.
You remind me of a fella
I used to know.
He used to be a coke sucker.
Before that he was a cork soaker.
- You guys are hilarious.
- Yeah?
Come up here.
I wanna show you my nightstick.
Move your ass.
Get up here.
Do I qualify?
- I hate cigarettes.
- Oh, really?
- I think they're disgusting.
- Well, I enjoy them.
All it is is anal regression.
If you wanna quit, I suggest you try
another form of childhood stroke.
I don't wanna quit.
I suggest you try
an ostrich feather...
...along the small of your back,
up your spine to the nape of your neck.
Sounds addictive.
- Why do you come here?
- Why do you?
Because I'm having ego problems,
I need to be worshiped and adored.
- Where you from?
- Mars.
Terrific. I never made it
with a Martian before.
What are you doing?
Just looking for a pack of cigarettes.
Why, are you afraid?
Should I be?
Have you ever been ripped off?
I don't have anything to take.
I can't believe you're not afraid.
Who's here?
I'm here
You're here
Now I'm afraid.
Yeah.
Lie down.
Go on.
Lie down.
Yeah.
Turn over.
- What?
- I said, turn over.
- What are you gonna do?
- I know what I have to do.
Please.
I don't wanna make this
too tight for you.
Please. Please.
Please. Please. Plea...
You made me do that.
Anus was dilated
at the time of death...
...slight rupture above the anus
indicating intercourse.
We found semen...
...but I can't identify it.
- What do you mean?
- Aspermia.
In English.
No sperm. Your killer's shooting blanks.
but it doesn't have any sperm in it.
Why not?
Well, maybe he has some
physical aberration or a malfunction.
Could be his testes are infected,
maybe he had a vasectomy.
What else?
that's clean...
...which means
he never knew it was coming.
But this one and these, they're defensive,
which means he tried to resist.
So we have a top-to-bottom grouping...
...and from the angle of entry,
I'd say your killer was right-handed.
- This knife is leaving its own fingerprints.
- That's right.
And from the serrations,
the width of the cut, the depth...
...approximately 3 inches
into the flesh...
...l'd say it matches the other killing
pretty close. Close enough.
I know him. Yeah, I know this guy.
He don't come around no more.
He beat some guys
out of some bread.
I know this dude too.
I seen him on the deuce.
He gives the best beatings
like six ways from Sunday.
Didn't you work uptown with him?
Work uptown with him, man? No.
I don't work with nobody.
A john just comes to me
and tells me what he wants.
Have fantasy will travel.
Well, that fellow was seen with
the Columbia professor who got whacked.
And he says that you introduced him.
That's possible. See?
But this guy ain't no killer.
I mean he's a pull-together hustler.
All right.
I gotta talk to you, alone.
Okay.
I need a favor, man.
These two cops
working out of 6th Precinct...
...they been leaning on me.
Who are they?
I think one guy's name is Simone
or something like that.
The other guy is Jerry something
or whatever.
They're partners.
A couple of real f***ing hard-ons.
And dig, they run me
the other night...
...and this guy Simone, he made me
give him head right in his radio car.
Take your foot off the table.
You're full of sh*t.
- I swear to Christ.
- How do you know they're cops?
Because they're wearing shields
and riding around in a radio car.
- What are their shield numbers?
- They work out of the 6th Precinct.
Do you know how many guys
are arrested for impersonating a cop?
There's more guys out there impersonating
cops than there are actual cops.
- I need this favor, man.
- Do you wanna put on a wire?
I'll take you down to Internal Affairs,
we'll draw up a complaint.
Listen to what I'm saying.
These guys are bad dudes.
You get me names or numbers,
otherwise don't come around with stories.
Listen, man, you need me
just as much as I need you.
Take a hike.
Son of a b*tch.
- Captain Edelstein?
- It's Edelson.
I'm sorry. I'm Steve Burns.
Close the door. Sit down.
Burns.
Why do you think
you were called down here?
I don't know.
They told me that there was some...
...special assignment...
...and that I was right for it.
Let me ask you something.
Have you ever had
your cock sucked by a man?
A man? No.
- Well, l...
- Ever been porked?
Or had a man smoke your pole?
You gotta be kidding.
Yeah, you're kidding, I knew it.
No.
No? Well, they got the wrong guy,
I guess, that's all.
Take a look at the board over there.
Paul Vincent was a professor
at Columbia University.
Loren Lukas was an actor.
Oh, the St. James Hotel stabbing.
I read about that.
How'd you like to disappear?
- Disappear?
- Go undercover.
These killings have a similar m. O...
...but we've also been finding parts
of bodies floating in the river.
We don't know a thing
We don't even know
who the hell they are yet.
It's my hunch that they were done by the
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