I have to go out in The World.

Hi.

- Hello.

Why didn't you use your key?

Can I come in?

Er... I'm on my way out.

OK.

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, I...

I don't understand

what's happening to you.

Neither do I.

Maybe we should 

cut loose for a while.

Yeah.

Yeah. OK.

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,

because 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 cos 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...

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 it.

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 

recognise anybody.

'Registrar's office. Good Morning.'

Yes, I'm trying to locate a student, Stuart Richards.

He's in The Department

of Music and Speech.

'Is he enrolled in 

the summer session?'

Er... yes, I believe he is.

'Would you wait just a moment, please?'

Yes.

- 'Hold on.'

- Yes.

'The last address I have

on Stuart Richards...'

Hold on just a second, please. Yes?

- 'It's 140...'

- One-forty.

'Claremont Ave., Morningside Heights.'

- Thank you.

God, what is this? 

Sheep shit?

What do you expect

for 50 cents a pack?

I didn't realise things

were getting that rough.

I think my old man's about 

to draw the line again.

He turned me down on a car.

Oh, yeah?

He doesn't understand 

why I'd 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 meagre means

and continue my thesis on the roots of the American musical theatre.

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, OK?

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,

Maybe 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've 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 got the room next door.

You must be the 

famous John Forbes.

You must be Greg.

Yeah, 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.

It pays well because normal folk

don't like working at night.

It's good for him, 

cos 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 too many involvements.

We found that out with 

the last piece of trash 

that moved in —

It must be something about 

that room, the people 

it attracts, do you suppose?

You bastard.

Pussy.

Come on, you cocksucker!

Just do it again and I'll 

call The Police, asshole!

Fuck.

Oh, shit.

Motherfucker!

You're in love with him.

You love Ted, don't you?

You're crazy, Mister.

You ought to be committed!

You wanna play, 

I'll play with You!

Get out.