List 10 scenes from the transcript below and describe in detail: 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. Alright, 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 bitch. She ain't gonna jerk me around. I'll get her. - You'll get her. - Damn straight I will. One day, this whole city's 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, OK? 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. Look, you're on my corner again, shithead. You know what that means? Get in the car. In the car. Pussy. 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 regressive. 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 worshipped 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. 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. 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. His semen tested positively, 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? Well, this first wound here, 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, Approximately three inches into the flesh, I'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. - Alright. I gotta talk to you, alone. OK. 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 fucking 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 shit. - I swear to Christ! How do you know they're cops? Cos they're wearing shields and riding around in a radio car. - What are their shield numbers? - They work out of the 6th Precinct. You know how many guys were arrested last year for impersonating a cop? There's more guys out there impersonating cops than there are cops. - I need this favor, man. - 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 bitch. - Captain Edelstein? - 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. Er... Ever been porked? Or had a man smoke your pole? Ha-ha! You gotta be kidding. - Yeah, you're kidding, I knew it. - No. No? Well, you 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 about these torso victims. We don't even know who they are yet. But it's my hunch that they were done by the same guy who did these killings up here. So why me? Well, frankly, all of the victims appear to be the same physical type. Which is to say, they all look like you. Late 20s, 140-150lbs. Dark hair, dark eyes. I see. I wanna send you out there to see if you can attract this guy. Out where? Lukas and Vincent were not in the mainstream of gay life. They were into heavy leather, S&M. It's a world unto itself. I don't know how much you know about that sort of thing. If you take this assignment, you'll come out with more experience than any of my detectives. Er... do I carry a gun? No gun, no shield. You get paid once a month. You get a call telling you where to pick up the money. You report only to me. And nobody can know anything about what you're doing.
spam fails_task lang_mismatch pii not_appropriate hate_speech sexual_content quality toxicity humor helpfulness creativity violence