Cruising Page #4
- R
- Year:
- 1980
- 102 min
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is none of your business.
- So you had no right to come in there.
- I wanna know what you were doing.
Nothing.
Nothing?
He's tied up lying face down.
Nothing?
Is this what you had in mind for him?
Listen, we got enough to stick you away
- It's as tight as a chicken's ass.
- Now, you wanna do yourself a favor?
Hey, listen.
This guy cruised me.
I didn't even know him.
I didn't even know his name.
He got me to go up to his room.
- That's bullshit.
- Is that right?
I told you it was my room.
That's all I'm gonna tell you.
I wanna see a lawyer.
- What the hell was that?
- Did he show you his knife?
- What'd he hit me for?
- Who paid for the room?
- What was that?
- Who paid for the room?
- What'd he hit me for?
- Who paid for the room?
- I told you I did!
- He did, man.
F***.
All right, let's separate these two girls.
- Come on, get up.
- Let's go.
Come on, get up.
Come on, get in there.
You came in too soon, Sonny.
You were too soon.
Hey, you really hit me, man.
You know this man?
No.
What about him, Skip? Recognize him?
Have you ever seen him before?
- Him?
- What do you want from me, huh?
I never killed nobody.
You better let me see a lawyer, man.
Tremendous.
Oh, Nolan Ryan.
You know he did that
off the two-hitter too?
Oh, come on!
- Who is that guy?
- Ever see a knife like this, Skip?
I see them every day.
They give them out where I work.
Do you have one like it?
What do you want from me, huh?
You're a lying son of a b*tch.
Skip...
...the day Martino Perry was killed...
...you were seen coming out of his store.
I bought him an ounce of grass.
Get up.
Get on your feet.
Get your pants down.
- What?
- Watch my lips.
- Get your pants down.
- Get them off!
You're gonna jerk off, mister.
We're gonna get a sample of your sperm.
Then you're gonna take
the floating-ball test.
What's that?
We're gonna fill that sink with water...
...then we're gonna dip your balls in it,
and if they don't float...
...you're our main man.
Do you understand that?
The prints don't match.
The print on the quarter's
different than the kid's print.
Listen, boss, let me have this guy.
I'm telling you,
I can make him give it up.
He's only been working in that steak joint
a little over two months.
You got nothing.
He's the wrong guy.
- Hi.
- Hello.
Why didn't you use your key?
Can I come in?
I'm on my way out.
Okay.
What's going on?
Nothing.
Why can't you trust me?
I don't wanna talk about it, Nance.
Is it me?
- Are you turned off to me?
- No.
Why don't you want me anymore?
I'm tired, that's all.
I'm not an idiot.
Nance, what I'm doing is affecting me.
I'm on your side, you know?
I don't know, l...
I don't understand
what's happening to you.
Neither do I.
Maybe we should cut loose for a while.
Yeah.
Yeah. Okay.
Steve.
Forget it.
I don't understand how you let
those guys work me over like that.
Welcome to the Detective Division.
We're gonna have to find another way.
I'm not getting paid enough
to go through this.
You think I enjoy it? We're looking
for a killer. We gotta make it convincing.
Look, the guy was innocent.
You worked him over
like he shot the president or something.
You destroyed that kid.
You didn't even have a case against him.
You fingered him.
I didn't think anybody
was gonna go that far with him.
Sometimes you only get that one chance.
He didn't have a knife.
I didn't come on this job to shitcan
some guy just because he's gay, captain.
You're gonna come into days where
you have to collar a dozen guys like that.
Scared, weird little guys who don't know
why they have to do what they do.
It isn't their fault,
it isn't your fault, it's the job.
I can't do the job.
I don't think I can do the job, captain.
I don't think I can handle it, that's all.
I don't know.
It's just... It's ju...
Things happening to me, you know.
I don't know that I can handle it.
I want you to know that it's not
because I'm afraid or anything.
It's just stuff going down,
I don't think I can...
I can deal with that.
I need you.
You're my partner
and you can't let me down.
We're up to our ass in this...
...and I'm counting on you.
Steve.
This is from
the Columbia University yearbook.
These pictures go back two years.
There's a check mark
next to every student...
...who ever took a class from that
Columbia professor who got killed.
I'd like you to take this
and see if you can recognize anybody.
Registrar's office. Good morning.
Yes, I'm trying to locate a student,
Stuart Richards.
He was... He's in the department
of Music and Speech.
Is he enrolled in the summer session?
Yes, I believe he is.
- Would you wait just a moment, please?
- Yes.
- Hold on.
- Yes.
Well, the last address
I have on Stuart Richards...
Hold on just a second, please. Yes?
- It's 140...
- One-forty.
- ... Claremont Avenue, Morningside Heights.
- Thank you.
- I got it.
- There you go.
God, what is this? Sheep sh*t?
What do you expect
for 50 cents a pack?
I didn't realize things
were getting that rough.
I think my old man's about to draw the line
again. He turned me down on the car.
Oh, yeah?
He doesn't understand why I would
want a car to do research in a library...
...that's right across the street
from where I live.
So, what are you gonna do?
Live within my meager means...
...and continue my thesis on the roots
of the American musical theater.
All in the way of buying two more years
before I have to go out in the world.
I didn't mean your plans for life, Stuie.
What about tonight?
Don't call me Stuie, okay?
Sorry.
I got a lot of stuff
to do tonight, Paul.
I have to go out.
I should do more work.
Well, if you get tired of studying...
...figure I can get my old man
to adopt you.
You're too kind.
You noticed.
Father, I need to talk to you.
I wish just once you'd say
something positive to me.
I tried to do everything you wanted
but it's never good enough.
I've taken it for granted
that you understood, Stuie.
You know what you have to do.
You know what you have to do.
- Yes?
- I'm looking for Ted.
- I live... I got the room next door.
- You must be the famous John Forbes.
- You must be Greg.
- Yeah, it looks as if I got back just in time.
What do you mean?
Do you usually come barging in
on Ted at dinnertime?
I don't know whether
that's any of your business.
Wrong. It's exactly my business.
Anyway, you struck out tonight.
Ted isn't here.
Where is he?
If you must know, he's out working
an IBM machine in a primo brokerage house.
Pays well because normal folk
don't like working at night.
It's good for him.
When he's out working he's not out
getting involved, if you know what I mean.
No, I don't know what you mean.
- No?
- No.
Ted is too sensitive
to have many involvements.
We found that out with the last
It must be something about that room,
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