This is not a foundry worker's hand.
If you work with steel, you should be used to the heat.
I want Rosta! Viktor Rosta!
- He left! - Where?
Druzhba Cafe!
It's getting harder.
Ten years ago, no drugs. Now we have a problem.
Another ten years, it'll be like Harlem.
It'll never happen.
You're wrong.
You know your new nickname? The officers called you Iron Jaw,
but after the fight in the snow, they call you Roundheaded.
How's your cold?
Awful. Did your mother teach you any home remedies?
Try holding a hot rock in your hand.
All right, listen. You go first and I'll stay behind.
To make sure our men are positioned properly.
Let's get them.
Everything's okay. No problem, officer.
Let's go. All of you.
Why do you always pick on us Georgians?
We are just simple people.
Maybe that is why we are such easy prey.
What's this country coming to?!
This is like the old days!
We are not guilty of anything!
Where is your evidence?
I got his brother in the leg.
Ivan!
Freeze! You are under arrest! Drop your gun!
Now!
Handcuffs would be a good Idea.
Our informants say Rosta fled the country
with two other criminals...
Josip Baroda and Pytor Tatamovich.
We'll find him.
He'll pay for his crimes against the people.
Abdul Elijah says we're in business.
Get the capital in a safe place as previously discussed, dig?
Meet me back here at three o'clock. You bring me a key.
We go check the color of your green.
Your shipment's on its way. I believe you have something,
a small item for me. I'm supposed to give you a courier, right?
Bless Abdul Elijah and the brotherhood. Nice doing business with you, comrade.
We're in business.
Oh. Attention. Fun bag patrol. Double bogies, 11 o'clock.
Christ.
You think she bought those? I don't think so.
I think those are homegrown.
- Yeah, those are definitely homegrown. - Art.
Just an opinion.
Jesus.
Guy's gotta be dead not to notice those.
What's the matter with you, Art?
- I'm a man. I got needs. - For Christ sake, we're on a job. Come on.
We ought to arrest her.
So what'd you squeeze him with?
Caught him packing on parole.
Gave him a choice: Whisper in my ear, or I turn him into Miss Joliet
for the next three to five.
He tipped you to a big cleanhead deal?
Oh man, don't tell me we're popping the cleanheads here.
I hate the goddamn cleanheads.
All right. you are this close to losing your job.
Can you just give us a second, Charlie?
Yeah, right.
You're not helping yourself here, Art.
This is a good tip. I got it from my guy, Streak.
All right. Come on, let's go.
- Freeze! - Freeze! Police! Hands up!
Shut up!
You ain't got shit.
Follow me. You have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say can be used against you in court.
You have the right to talk to a...
Outside stairwell.
Freeze, motherfucker!
Don't get nervous.
- I do this for a living. - Gimme that.
Come on.
You look like Marvin Hagler to me.
I lost money on Hagler!
Hey! How long you gonna be in there, man?
You're not even using the goddamn phone.
Jerk.
Yes, top priority. I'm expecting confirmation.
We'll take extreme precaution.
Take this to Colonel Kulikov immediately. Then send for Captain Danko.
He is to report as soon as possible.
Good news, comrade.
America.
America, yes.
Chicago. Gangster.
You are being given a great responsibility, captain.
Viktor has been arrested for a minor offense.
His two accomplices are still at large.
Viktor was organizing a huge cocaine shipment from America.
Our informants say five million dollars' worth.
Bring Viktor home.
Bring him home. But don't tell the Americans.
I repeat, tell the Americans nothing.
Do not discuss our problems.
Bring Viktor to us.
We will avenge Yuri and protect ourselves
from the poison of the West.
Trust me.
O'Hare skybus leaving for downtown in five minutes.
- How you doing, honey? - Blow yourself.
Thank you. Thank you very much. Good thinking.
He should be out any second.
He's going through customs right now.
You read the report Stobbs wrote on the cleanhead bust?
Yeah. He said your performance was adequate.
Adequate. Jesus Christ. What a jerk.
- It's a personality thing, Art. - Yeah.
Stobbs just doesn't like yours.
Ten to one he doesn't speak English.
- Captain Danko? - Yes.
I'm Detective Sergeant Gallagher, Chicago Police Department.
- Glad to meet you. - Thank you.
Oh, this is my partner, Detective Sergeant Ridzik.
- First time in Chicago? - Yes.
- You have a nice flight? - Yes, fine.
- You hungry? - No.
- Thirsty? - No.
Hate to break up this romance, but I'm parked in a red zone.
No offense.
Uh, we got a car waiting outside for you.
Be about a half-hour drive to the city. It's a nice drive. You'll enjoy it.
Nice night.
Been real hot lately.
Nothing hotter than Chicago in August.
It's the humidity that gets to you.
Humidity. You know, moisture in the air.
- How's it been in Moscow? - Hot.
No moisture.
Where'd you learn to speak English so well?
Army.
Compulsory training. Language school in Kiev.
Oh, yeah. That's like as in Chicken Kiev.
Yeah, we had that at my sister's wedding.
This Viktor Rosta, he must've pissed off quite a few commissars...
for them to send someone all this way just to babysit him home.
What did he do?
Take a leak on the Kremlin Wall or something?
I gotta apologize for my partner, captain.
You see, he's just naturally suspicious of...
Did you arrest Viktor?
- Me? No, it was a couple of our patrolmen. - Where?
Right near his hotel, actually, The Garvin.
Yeah, it's a breeding ground for pushers, pimps, prostitutes.
- You know, anybody... - Take me there.
We got you booked at the Executive House.
Please. Garvin.
You sure you wanna stay here? I mean, it's the pits. You have a choice.
I stay here.
- If you're on a budget I can talk to my... - Thank you.
I will be fine.
Okay. You're the boss.
I'll pick you up around nine o'clock in the morning, okay?
Hey, nice talking to you, captain.
- What do you think, Art? - I think he's a jerk.
Danko.
You're welcome.
Put your name in the big book right there.
You had man here called Rosta.
Viktor Rosta.
A Russian?
Soviet.
I want same room.
Are you Russian too?
Nice going.
It's, uh... 302.
Right up the stairs.
Capitalism.
And this is our booking area.
Looks like a major crime wave just hit, right?
When I first walked in here when they assigned me to this district,
I thought all hell had broken loose.
Nope.
It was just a typical Monday morning.
Is that a Russian cop uniform?
Looks like a glorified postman or something out of World War Two.
- Be respectful to our guest, Audrey. - Yes, sir.
Not king.
Checkmate in two moves.
Use bishop to queen four.
Thanks for your advice, comrade, but, uh, I think I got it covered.
This way, captain.
The nerve of that guy.
Captain Danko, Moscow Militia.
This is Commander Donnelly, chief of this district.
Thanks, Tom. The captain will be with you in a minute.
This is an extradition order. All it requires is your signature.
He ran a red light. Didn't have a valid driver's license.
The arresting officer found a handgun in his glove box, brought him in.
We shook him down. Then he refused to speak English.
When we found the Cyrillic writing tattooed across his shoulders,
we figured out he was one of yours.
- Viktor did not ask for political asylum? - I think he's resigned to going home.
Audrey, go get Sergeant Ridzik, will you?
Right.
Stress management.
You watch the fishes.
You water the plants.
Special breathing exercises. Monitor your blood pressure.
Listen to pleasant sounds.
Relax.
Personally, I think it may all be a pile of shit.
But when you're facing a bypass, you stop asking questions.
Look, just out of curiosity,
and, uh, since I figure cops are cops the world over, uh...
...how do you Soviets deal with all the tension and stress?
Vodka.
- Yes, sir. - Art, I want you to ride with Gallagher
and the captain here to the city jail.
Make sure he signs this form before he and Gallagher go to the airport.
Then bring the top copy back here.
- Well, you're probably gonna want... - Just bring the top form back to me.
- Yes, sir. - That'll make it official.
So long, captain. Nice doing business with you.
- Gallagher! - Yo!
- Taxi service. - Right.
Stand up.
I'm taking you home.
Eat shit.
You can tell they're old buddies.
Body language is a beautiful thing, isn't it?
We are ready.
Yes, sir.
What is this key to?
Kiss my ass.
Do you know what this key open?
Looks like a key to a locker to me.
Why don't you ask your bud?
You try it.
Where is the locker that this key opens?
- What'd he say? - He say:
"Go and kiss your mother's behind."
You son of a bitch! Come here!
- Stupid motherfucker! - Take it easy!
- All right, all right, I'm fine! - For God's sakes.
- Fine! - Take it easy.
- All right, all right. - Take it easy.
I'm fine. It happens all the time.
Every day someone tells me to go fuck my mother's ass.
Have you seen my mother's ass?
- No, I haven't seen your mother's ass. - Well, you'd want to fuck it too.
He shouldn't have said that about my ma, Tom.
What do you care what he says about anything? It's not your case, Art.
It's not my case. It's not even an American case.
All right, right, right, right, right.
We're just an escort service here, Jesus. Pull back on your emotions.
Yeah. Well, you heard what he said. How can I let that pass?
- Then find a middle ground, Art. - Yeah.
This way, clown.
All right, I'm out of here.
Look, captain, you have a good flight back, all right?
And if you get a chance to flush this giant turd down the toilet,
do it over the Pole.
Oh, by the way, you were right about that chess move. I was dead in two.
It was obvious.
Forgive Ridzik, captain. He's been having a hard time lately.
- Put himself in a jam... - I try to forget Ridzik.
- Hey, Bernie. - Yes, sir.
Yeah, give me a Sun Times and a Racing Action tip sheet.
Yes, sir.
You got a winner?
Move!
- Come on, let's move! - I need the key!
Come on, man!
- Let's go, let's go! - Move it. Let's move it, damn it!
Well, how's he doing, doctor?
It's still a little early.
There's no fracture, but Captain Danko does have a concussion.
Well, we're gonna need him to make a full statement.
Well, I don't think you should plan on getting much out of him today.
Thank you very much.
Gallagher didn't even get a shot off.
I think it was the cleanheads who did it.
Yeah, well, that's possible. They all walked yesterday morning.
Illegal warrant.
- Even the guy with the shotgun? - You bet.
Walked right out the door with a great big handshake from the judge.
- Shit. - Get a load of this.
- This guy you nailed in here. - Yeah.
According to his ID, he's another Russian. Can you believe that?
Comrade Captain Danko, this is Comrade Consul Stepanovich.
I am Moussorsky, your liaison officer.
We're here from Washington.
We took the first flight when we heard the news.
We need to know what happened.
Moscow must get a full report when we return to Washington.
There's nothing to report.
Your attitude is disappointing.
He got away. Get the details from the Americans.
They ask too many questions. It could be an embarrassment.
Rosta escaped because of your stupidity.
Rosta will finish his deal and send the American poison home
through his Georgian network.
We are humiliated before the world.
You've failed.
Report whatever you want.
I've already cabled Internal Affairs.
Take the first plane to Moscow when you leave the hospital.
Your superiors want to see you the moment you land.
I'm sorry, but the police department will have to bear with us, lieutenant.
Captain Danko should remain incommunicado.
Well, the Russians got a chance to talk to him. Why was that okay?
They were the closest thing to family
and they didn't intend to interrogate him.
How did you get that piece through customs?
Diplomatic immunity.
Great. That restores my faith in airport security.
You're not supposed to have that gun, Danko.
I'll tell you what, though.
You tell me what the hell's going on with Viktor,
and I'll let you keep the piece.
Take it.
Oh, come on, give me a break with this shit, huh?
Maybe this Russian bully stuff works on a chessboard, but not here.
What, are you retiring your uniform?
I now work undercover.
Undercover?
You look like Gumby.
Yeah, you're gonna fit right in.
For your information, captain,
I bagged one of your Russians. Unfortunately, he's not dead.
He's in the intensive care unit.
When he comes to, maybe you should talk to him.
How long before this happens?
What is this, 60 Minutes? Do I look like a doctor to you?
Other things first.
Hey, Gumby? Hey.
Hey. Where the hell do you think you're going?
All right, lighten up. Lighten up, I got it. Thanks.
Hey, what are you doing out of bed?
- He thinks he's gonna find Viktor. - Oh that's cute.
- Look, you keep an eye on him. - Why me?
Because I said so. Look, he's a material witness.
I'm gonna talk to Donnelly. Maybe he can figure out what to do with him.
- How come I get all the shit jobs? - Because it fits you, Ridzik.
- Yeah. - You come with me, yes?
- Well, you heard. I just got my orders. - Take me to the same hotel.
- Do I look like a fucking cab to you? - Yes.
Jessie, can I have the file...
All right, all I did was take him back to the hotel.
He went in, came out ten minutes later.
I don't know what the hell to do with him, so I brought him back here.
Okay. Good.
Look, about your involvement in this thing,
you know the standard procedure. If you're a witness to a murder,
you can no longer be an active participant in the ensuing investigation.
- But I think this is gonna be a little... - Okay, okay, I know.
I'm not taking you off the case.
You and Gallagher were friends.
I'll fit you in somehow.
Send in Danko.
The two Russian suits that showed up out at the hospital.
They want Danko. Want him in a big way. So I told them that
we'd put him on a plane as soon as possible.
Please be seated, captain.
You've met Lieutenant Stobbs?
Stobbs is the point man in this investigation.
We met. I'd like to run this by you, captain.
Viktor Rosta. Full name, Viktor Sedgavich Rostavili.
Born September 4, 1944. Georgia, Russia.
His father had the distinction of being hanged by the USSR
for the crime of brigandage.
Brigandage?
Burning villages, raping women.
That sort of thing goes on in Russia, huh?
In past, during war. Not now.
Hm-mmm. According to you. According to this,
Viktor spent three years in the army and six on a forced labor camp
for drug offenses. Is currently wanted in the USSR
on the charges of murder, kidnapping, rape, extortion, currency speculation
and drug dealing.
Where did you get this information?
Your boys in Washington have decided to be incredibly cooperative
since Viktor split. In fact, they got a whole new attitude.
I hear they're sending over some caviar later.
Why didn't you tell us this before?
- I had no authorization. - Bullshit.
My government does not like to do laundry in public.
Is there anything else we should know about?
I will not leave this country without Viktor.
I need cooperation.
Okay.
You wanna stick around
and find Viktor, captain, that's, uh, fine by me.
One more thing, captain.
I don't want the press to get near you.
And I don't want you rolling through this town like the Red Army.
Have you wigged out?
Danko is the perfect weapon, Charlie: A loose cannon.
If he helps us find Viktor Rosta, great.
If he screws up, breaks rules along the way, he's a Russian.
- Hmm, but what about Ridzik? - Ridzik is a good cop.
And a total expert at fucking up.
Departmentally speaking, I got no downside here.
I have them bringing Gallagher's snitch, the guy who helped us with the bust
on the cleanheads the other day.
- Excuse me. - He's a sleazy shit,
but if we can get him to talk,
I think he can tell us who's brokering the cleanheads deal.
This man visits Viktor in jail?
Only two folks had that honor:
A skirt named Cat Manzetti and, uh, that Russian I shot.
All right now, the girl teaches dance in Wicker Park for the city.
We're gonna try to catch up with her later on tonight, all right?
About this pile of shit pimp in here.
In this country, we try to protect the rights of individuals.
It's called the Miranda Act, and it says that you can't even touch his ass.
I do not want to touch his ass. I want to make him talk.
I'm gonna handle this one, okay?
Hey, Streak.
- You can't hold me here, dickweed. - Oh! Hostility.
You got nothing on me. This is all bullshit!
- Hey, easy. - Where is Viktor?
Hey. What the fuck are you doing? Will you be civilized?
I don't know who the fuck he thinks he is.
I'll have both your fucking badges
- for brutality. - Easy, easy, easy, Streak.
Just sit down and relax.
Now, we wanna ask you a couple questions about the cleanheads.
Fair price for services rendered?
Capitalism works, right, Streak?
Cleanheads got a monster deal going down. I told Gallagher. End of story.
He lies.
In this country, he has that God-given right.
Do I smell heroin?
- What's this? - Come on, man.
- You bring this into the police station? - Wait a fucking minute.
- You planted that. - Hey, that's disrespectful, you know that?
- This is distribution weight. - Fucking cop setup.
You're fired, asshole. You know who I got on retainer?
Cleanheads deal: Who, when and where?
The lawyer I got makes ACLU look like Nazis.
He lives for cop misconduct like this. Probably sue you for fucking free.
- Yeah? - And I ain't telling you shit.
Jesus! Oh, shit! Okay!
Abdul Elijah's running the deal from Joliet.
Shit's coming in in a couple of days. I don't know where.
I swear on my balls, I don't know where.
Soviet method is more economical.
I'm so glad I took the time to explain to you an individual's rights.
Streak.
Sorry about that hand.
You gotta watch these doorjambs. They're dangerous.
Breaking his goddamn fingers right in front of me.
You can't pull a stunt like that. You fucking ignored me.
- Miranda? - Yes, Miranda.
In your country, it's okay to lie and put drug in pocket?
Okay, okay, no, not really.
Okay, maybe I was a little out of line there, all right?
But I was just trying to get him to talk, that's all.
I mean, I wasn't gonna prosecute the guy for Christ sake.
We both go too far.
Shit. All I know
is Gallagher's dead, your Russian's on the loose somewhere,
and I gotta chauffeur you around all goddamn day.
You know, it really sucks.
Who is Abdul Elijah?
He's got one of the biggest criminal organizations going right now.
- Where can we find him? - In jail.
Miranda Law is there?
Yes. Miranda is there.
Even scumbags have rights in this country. I told you.
In Soviet Union,
only after two days can scumbag talk to lawyer.
You're shitting me.
I am not shitting on you.
We go see Abdul?
- Yes? - Sure. Whatever you say, Gumby.
I'm your escort.
That suit's not gonna explode or anything, is it?
- I think you're safe. - Just checking.
Once I lock one of these fuckers up, the gangs take over.
You got the Aryan brotherhood, the cleanheads, the Muslims.
Since most of these convicts are repeaters,
gang leader's got connection to the outside.
Big criminal operation.
Cleanheads' playground.
From now on, you're on your own.
Thanks.
There he is. Abdul Elijah.
Sitting on his throne with his cronies.
He makes them all shave their heads to prove their obedience.
I guess the rules are different for the bosses.
Kind of like your government, huh, Ivan?
Come here, you.
I wanna talk to you.
This is Captain Ivan Danko.
He's come all the way from Russia to speak to your scoutmaster.
Well, that's nice, but who the fuck are you?
These men have no respect of our authority as police officers.
No shit.
Revolutionary political leaders, like myself, are incarcerated
- to keep us quiet. - What is your political crime?
I robbed a bank.
Now, let's get to it, Mr. Moscow. What is it you want?
- I have Viktor's key. - If that's true, then you also have
Viktor's money, and all you need is half a hundred dollar bill
then you and me are in business.
I give you key,
you give me Viktor.
That isn't ethical.
You keep cocaine.
Man. You're trying to make me compromise my principles.
We are not like American police.
You ship drugs to my country, and one morning you will wake up
and find your testicles floating in jars of water next to your bed.
I'm a holy man. I got no need for testicles.
Then I settle for your eyes.
You can't threaten me, white boy.
You want to know what my crime is? My crime was being born.
I'm 38 years old and I've been locked up 26 of those.
I educated myself in here. And I've come to understand
that this country was built on exploiting the black man.
Of course, I don't hear anything about brothers in your country.
But your country exploits its own people just the same.
So I guess that makes me the only Marxist around here,
right, comrade?
You see, this ain't just no drug deal. This is politics, baby. This is economics.
This is spiritual.
I plan to sell drugs to every white man in the world...
and his sister.
- I still want Viktor Rosta. - Yeah, real bad. I can tell.
- Where can I find him? - I tell you what I am gonna do, captain.
I'm gonna put you two white boys together,
see if you can't work this thing out.
I need Viktor.
And he needs that key.
And you...
You're just another motherfucker we gonna have to deal with.
Be cool.
- Okay, so tell me. How did it go? - Fine.
Fine?
All right. You wanna cut the shit?
You were talking to that jazzbo so long, I thought about having my head shaved.
Could be a good idea.
- What's that? - My watch.
- It's on Moscow time. - Time to pick up Pokey?
- Time to feed parakeet. - What's that?
Russian for jerking off?
I guess not.
What's wrong with parakeet?
Nothing. I didn't say anything was wrong with parakeet.
My kid sister used to have a parakeet.
You want a parakeet, it's okay with me. I don't give a shit.
You think that parakeet is feminine?
Did I say that? I didn't say that, did I?
What the hell do I know? I guess it's okay.
- Christ, it's fine. - Thank you.
You're welcome.
Slow and fast. One, two, three, four,
five, six, seven, hips. One, two, three and four, five, six. Easy.
One, two. Whoo! Wham. Bam.
One, two, smooth, five, six.
Okay, that's great. That's fine.
You mind showing me some ID? I like to know who I'm talking to.
Ridzik, Arthur, Detective Sergeant. This is Captain Danko. He's from Moscow.
Now, look, you went to see Viktor Rosta in jail.
- What did you talk about? - The weather,
taxes, inflation.
So did you meet him hanging around a hotel bar?
You probably worked the lobbies, right?
Fuck you.
No thank you, I have a headache and good taste.
I don't have to listen to this shit.
It's very important. Many people could be hurt.
Shit.
It's really no big deal.
He told me to go to The Garvin, get his old room,
told me exactly where to look.
It was just a passport and this hundred-dollar bill torn in half.
I gave the stuff to a friend of Viktor's. I don't even know his name.
Oh, cut the shit, will you? Just tell me where he's at.
- I don't know. - Got a phone number?
- I lost it. - Look, this Viktor's a very bad guy.
- Really? - Yeah, really. A cop died because of him.
I don't know anything about it.
Yeah? You know anything about 11th and State?
Maybe I'll take you down there and book you for accessory to a murder.
Are you trying to scare me?
No. I'm just trying to figure out why you're trying to help him.
He's my husband.
I'm gonna bust that bitch so hard she bounces.
Wait. We can use her to find Viktor.
Oh. You got all the ideas. Maybe I'll just go home and whack off.
You know, watch old crime stories, get some tips.
Viktor uses fake name, marries American to get travel visa to United States.
All right. Why do I get the feeling that you're taking this so personal?
I shot his brother six months ago in Moscow.
- Shot him dead? - Yes.
- Way to go. - Thank you.
You're welcome.
Why don't we stake it out?
You go to the car, I'll go get us something to eat.
Don't worry, I'll get you something healthy.
Something from all four food groups:
Hamburger, French fries, coffee and donuts.
- Wait. - What, you don't like onions?
- Give me key to car. - It's unlocked.
In case she leave.
Oh, no, no, no. You can't drive that car. That's against regulations.
What if you crash it?
That means I gotta fill out reports until I retire.
Key.
All right. But honk if you see something.
Hey, asshole. You can't park here.
This is my parking place. I live right up there.
So move your piece of shit car out now or give me 50 bucks.
- I do not understand. - Let me make it real simple, moron.
You move your ass or give me 50 or I take my Pete Rose here
and fucking mutilate your car.
Do you know Miranda?
Never heard of the bitch.
- Everything okay? - Yes, fine. No problems.
What about that sack of shit laying on the sidewalk?
He lives here.
You're a real beaut, you know that?
I called the squad room. Guess what.
Tatomovich, you know, that bastard I shot?
Well, he's pulling out of his coma at the hospital.
Why don't we just go over there and interrogate him, bag this shit?
Here she is.
- Now we go. - Wait, wait, wait!
Shit! Goddamn it! Jesus Christ! I just burned off my dick!
Oh, God! Jesus!
Look at the mess I made, damn it. Now I gotta wash the car.
Just wrecked a goddamn suit and I hard-boiled my nuts.
It's gonna look like I pissed in my pants all goddamn night.
Hey, hey, careful with the driving, will you? I don't want any accidents.
I'll have to fill out paperwork for the rest of my life.
I have car under control.
Yeah, sure. Sure.
I suppose they taught you everything you need to know about
car wrecks and the price of insurance in your famous school in Kiev.
Socialist countries, insurance not necessary.
State pays for everything.
Yeah. Well, tell me something, captain.
If you got such a fucking paradise over there,
how come you're up the same creek as we are with heroin and cocaine?
Chinese find way.
Right after revolution, they line up all drug dealers,
all drug addicts, take them to public square
and shoot them in back of head.
Never work here.
Fucking politicians wouldn't go for it.
Shoot them first.
Christ, they're right behind us.
That's the general idea.
Look at this, man. We have a pro basketball team heading toward us
with guns.
- Hold this. - What's this?
- It's Viktor's key. - Okay.
- Put gun away. - What? No. Are you nuts?
I'm supposed to tell you that this is a truce
arranged by somebody named Abdul.
You leave your guns with those guys over there.
No way. A Chicago cop never relinquishes his weapon.
Here.
You got the key?
Boy, am I glad we hid that key.
Good thing we didn't bring it with us.
We'd really be in deep shit.
Do not waste your time.
- Where is Viktor? - We got everything under control.
- Well, good. I'll be the translator. - You got a job. You're the hostage.
I'm out of here. I've had enough of this macho shit.
Great. Thank you. I'm glad you could help.
Hey, I'm sorry, but this whole thing is way past me.
Honey, I understand, really.
Go see Viktor.
He's down that ramp over there. You get out of hand...
your friend here gonna be gone.
Hear that? Hmm?
Prick.
Greetings, comrade. We meet in strange places.
I don't like being used as bait. I thought Viktor wanted to see me.
Viktor wants you to get in car.
If they let me have my gun...
you would be already dead.
Cigarette?
The people have many needs.
One is law and order. Other, entertainment.
We both have our codes, Vanya.
Yours, one of the state.
Mine, one of thieves.
We both respect courage.
We even hold our own lives in contempt.
You have contempt for all life.
You don't, huh?
You killed my friend.
You killed my brother.
Your brother was criminal.
A dead man is a dead man.
After 70 years, the doors begin to open in Moskva.
Our first taste of freedom will be cut with cocaine.
Any country that can survive Stalin, can certainly handle a little dope.
I think you should come off your high horse, captain,
and start to talk business.
You have my key.
I need it quite badly.
I'm willing to pay for it, generously. More than you can make in ten years.
I do not sell drugs.
Foolish.
You are so foolish.
I thought you might be more reasonable.
Money has a way of doing that to a man, but no.
I don't think so.
Not with you.
You are one of those kinds of Soviets that only look forward to death.
I know you well, Vanya.
Without me, you don't even exist.
I don't give a shit if they did give us the fucking guns back!
These are the motherfuckers that killed Gallagher, you know that?
And you call yourself a fucking cop. You know, in this country,
we trust our partners.
We don't hold back from our partners, and we never leave our partners
holding their dicks in their hands
while some bald motherfucker's got a gun in his ear.
Here. Here. Take this goddamn key. Take it.
Now we go to hospital to question Tatomovich.
You are a shithead.
Yes, third floor.
We're here to see Tatomovich.
Yeah, I got him right over here.
No, this is not part of our deal. I've had...
What is his condition?
Well, he started coming around about an hour or so ago,
you know, mumbling something in Russian.
They got a nurse in there with him right now.
Any visitors from downtown?
Not so far, but they're on the way.
Yeah, you'd better wait for Stobbs and Donnelly.
- Ernie, let's get some coffee. - Sure, okay.
- Pardon me. - Pardon me.
Check it out.
I knew I should have been a doctor.
Hey, this area's restrict...
Hey, buddy. Hey, shithead.
You talk to him. You speak his language.
Tatomovich.
Come on, scumbag, don't play dead.
The nurse.
Hey!
Hey.
Hey!
Shit. Look out.
Goddamn it, lady, police!
Stop, goddamn it, or I'll shoot.
- Don't! Don't shoot her. Put it down. - What are you doing here?
- Put it down. Are you crazy? - Move, goddamn it.
- Put it down. Goddamn it. - Get the fuck out of the way. Goddamn it.
- Move. Move. - Oh, God, no.
Don't! Stop it!
You...
What the hell? It was a guy.
Shit.
You are stupid.
- I never meant for any of this... - Viktor has ten women like you at home.
They're all dead or in prison.
What am I supposed to do?
Go. Go.
I just don't see how she can disappear into thin air.
- You checked the back stairs? - Yes.
- No sign of her? - Yes.
- She just got away? - Yes.
- Nice work, Gumby. - Thank you.
- I didn't mean that. - I know.
- You got a shithouse in Russia? - Yes.
Well, we got one here and you and I are standing right in it.
And it's not only gonna hit the fan, it's gonna go right through the ceiling.
Watch it. Watch it, lady, okay?
I don't know why you're insisting on this tetanus shot.
I had one 14 years ago. Easy.
Shit, bitch.
What's in that, cement?
All right, what's the score, Ridzik?
Oh shit, it's been a hell of a night, commander.
First of all, some cleanhead stuck his damn gun in my ear.
- And Danko here shot a drag queen. - I've always enjoyed your reports, Ridzik.
I'm especially gonna enjoy the one
where you detail your cross examination of Gallagher's informant.
- Streak? - According to his lawyer
- you tried to break his hand. - What?
And he's now filing a criminal and civil suit against the department.
Oh. Well, it's bullshit.
We can beat that rap.
He got his hand stuck in the door. Danko was there. He'll tell you.
Listen, the story is, after silencing the alarm button on the EKG monitor,
el transvesto killed Tatomovich by shooting an air bubble into a vein.
He obviously didn't want us to question him.
Viktor did not want me to question him.
- The drag queen belongs to Viktor? - Yes. He killed his own man.
He knew I would get information from Tatomovich.
He thinks it's better to kill him.
Well, did you get to his wife? This, uh,
Manzetti woman? We've been trying to track her down all night long.
No, we don't have shit.
Tell me, captain. Where did you get the gun you used?
Registered in my name. Moscow Militia Headquarters.
- Ridzik. - Yeah.
He did not know about gun.
Under the circumstances, I'm gonna have to ask for your weapon.
And I say no.
I see Ridzik is teaching you his sense of humor.
Your gun, captain. Now. Don't fuck with me.
Sergeant, I need to see paperwork on this whole incident
by ten o'clock this morning.
Every move you and Danko have made.
You'll have it.
Where did you put the witnesses?
Got them right down the hall, sir.
I need other gun.
Get away from me, man. Just get away from me. I can't deal with that.
Look, we got no leads, pal. We're batting fucking zero.
Don't even look at me like that.
It's not happening.
I mean, I give you a gun, my ass is grass. You understand?
Donnelly wants me for dog meat, so forget it.
Just get in the car and relax.
We have many men like Commander Donnelly in Soviet Union.
I understand him. He's like KGB.
All right, goddamn it.
All right, I owe you one, because you saved my life tonight.
Here.
Captain Danko, you are now the proud owner of the most powerful handgun in the world.
Soviet Podbyrin 9.2 mm
is world's most powerful handgun.
Come on, everyone knows the Magnum.44 is the big boy on the block.
Why do you think Dirty Harry uses it?
Who is Dirty Harry?
Well, you got your site report,
your preliminary report.
You got your accident report.
You got a questionnaire from the coroner to fill out,
which has to be typed in triplicate.
How are you two fellows doing?
Great. Just had my ass jammed with a horse needle.
Poor baby.
Look, lady, I just got my coffee the perfect color.
It's the only thing I got going for me tonight.
You married?
I'm just curious. I mean, we are working together.
- No. - Ever?
No.
- You got a girlfriend? - No.
- Ever? - Of course.
Great. That's good to hear.
How about your dad? What was he, a cop?
Army. Dead 11 years.
- How about your ma? - Nurse. Died when I was young.
- Grandparents? - Killed in war against Nazis.
Pretty fucking grim.
- You got any brothers or sisters? - No.
You?
Oh yeah, I got one sister. Divorced. Parents are both dead.
My dad was a cop. A real good cop.
I guess you and I won't spend a lot of time
Christmas shopping this year, huh?
You don't like talking about this stuff, do you?
I didn't think so.
Yo, sweet cheeks. While we're young, huh?
Tea, please.
Uh, in a glass with lemon.
- Right? - Yes.
I saw Dr. Zhivago.
All right. Look, I'm gonna go back to the station house.
You catch a couple Z's and take a shower, will you?
We'll get back to it in a couple hours.
Hey, you're all wet.
Messages.
I'm just trying to be friendly.
Oh yeah, you got a whole mess of them here.
All from the same honey too.
Been calling every ten minutes the last hour.
Hey, buddy, I got an idea. Why don't you just use my phone, okay?
Just make sure it's a local, will you?
Yeah.
This is Danko.
Yeah, look, I can't be in the middle of this.
If Viktor finds out, you guys gotta promise that you'll
protect me. Look, the drugs are coming in tonight.
I give you Viktor, you let me walk.
I do not understand.
You know exactly what I mean.
You get Viktor, I go free. You understand "freedom"?
Look, I just want my life back.
The city pays me $5.84 an hour to teach kids to dance
they hope won't turn into junkies.
Viktor gives me ten grand just to marry him. You figure it out.
Look, he's gonna contact me.
I find out when and where this big drug deal's going down. I tell you guys.
Why would he tell you?
He trusts me. I'm his wife.
Come on, Danko. Don't just breathe at me.
I get Viktor,
I promise I do what I can to help.
Shit, don't put it over here.
There. Get it?
Come on, what's bugging you?
What do you think?
Check your messages, Art. Your phone's been driving me crazy.
Yeah, uh, Ridzik, Nelligan here.
Listen, that 560 report, please get it done tonight.
It's got to be in by morning.
Yo, Art, this is Pat, your millionaire brother-in-law.
Yo, hey, pay attention to me.
This alimony business with your sister is getting out of hand.
We gotta talk. I'll be at the key shop later tonight.
Hi, guys.
How you doing?
Hey, you, uh...
You want your old room back?
Okay, we're ready for our next case.
So, Mr. Bennet, please introduce our new couple.
Your Honor, this is the case of Antonello v. Antonello.
Ben Antonello is a 27-year-old police officer.
Roxanne Antonello is 23 and works at...
Roxanne says Ben keeps pulling it up,
and she has the key to pushing it down.
Three-oh-two.
You shop full-time, then?
As a matter of fact, I do.
Roxanne, why...
Where is he?
He's in the bathroom.
Wrong guy.
Viktor set us up.
It's him.
No. Not me. I'm not with them. I don't know anything about this shit.
- I just wanna get out of here. - How many more?
I don't know. They just came in and blew my trick away.
I don't know anything about this.
Viktor.
Hey, wait a minute.
I don't believe this. What is this all about?
Hey, where are you going?
You're not gonna start shooting again, are you?
What's in there?
What are you gonna do?
Let's get out of here. Oh, God.
Oh, God.
Oh my God!
Don't get any on your shoes.
Would you tell me who the hell's gonna explain this to my boss, huh?
That third floor looks like Beirut. He's gonna shit bricks when he sees this.
Who's gonna back me up when I tell him that it's not my fault, huh?
The city of Chicago? You cops?
Yeah, somebody's gotta pay for all this stuff
and it sure as hell ain't gonna be that fucking bastard Commie Russian.
- I'm just here to get your statement. - I don't know.
I don't know about anything.
- Everybody just started shooting. - Where'd you get the gun?
In my purse.
I don't know nothing about any of this.
- You carry a gun in your purse? - Around here everybody's got a gun.
You meet a lot of weirdos.
- How many more upstairs? - Three.
There's only one thing that's clear to me about this whole damn case.
- Yeah. - That Russian bastard
is still holding out on us.
...a young woman found in the Chicago River tonight,
as a Catherine "Cat" Manzetti.
The victim was a dance instructor,
employed at Wicker Park Performing Arts Center.
She was 24 years old.
The body was discovered beneath the Kinsey Bridge by a local patrol unit.
The cause of death has not been determined,
but foul play has not been ruled out.
Thus far, investigators are refusing to comment on the incident.
Miss Manzetti was identified by police records.
In 1986, she was charged with pros...
It's Viktor's wife,
Cat Manzetti. We fished her out of the river about an hour ago.
Preliminary med-path indicates a broken neck, strangulation, the works.
I want an autopsy right away.
If I talk to either of them right now, I'm gonna get a heart attack.
Bring them both in, shut them down, the end.
I'll interview Danko in my office later. I want some debriefing.
I was very wrong about the downside.
Donnelly says you're riding the desk starting now.
We're sending you back behind the curtain where you belong.
Eat shit.
Excuse me?
See you at the office.
You stupid, goddamn, fucking Russians!
Don't take that personal, Danko.
I didn't mean you. I'm talking about Viktor.
Except Viktor's not stupid, because he's got the key.
Okay, Art, if you and your foreign friend
wanna goosestep back here, we can talk.
- These the books? - Yeah.
They're alphabetical order and they're in English. Is that a problem for you?
- Hey, take a walk, will you? - So what did you do, Art?
Lock one of your girlfriends up in the patrol car?
Tell your greedy little sister to stop calling me.
Yeah, well, I'll give you a pretty little tip, Pat.
You pay your alimony on time and she'll leave you alone.
She said it was your idea to go back to court.
- Yeah. - She can take me back to court,
because I don't have any more money, okay? We both agreed to the payments.
- Why can't she live... - Very simple, Pat.
Your May check arrived July 9th and bounced like a superball.
Well, maybe I'm doing too much free work for the police department, huh?
Yeah, maybe we should have a pity party for Pat.
Don't start with that, Art. Come on, Pity, pity, pity, pity,
- Talk to her. She'll listen to you. - pity, pity, pity, pity.
She don't listen to me. I told her not to marry you in the first place.
I offered her money not to marry you.
Oh yeah? Well, I gave her the best six months of my life.
But you know what you are? You're cheap, man.
You hurt her, and you owe her money,
- I'm not listening to this, okay? - and you should pay up.
- I don't have to listen to this. - You're a sleazebag.
Get out of my face, onion breath.
- I don't care what you got? - If I wanted a fight I'd still be married.
Hey, you pay her.
Find anything?
Coffee.
Thank you.
Everything okay, yes?
Sure.
The stuff's coming in on the 9:30 from El Paso. Check it out.
I trust you.
Spread it all over Siberia, right, man?
All right. Let's go in.
Wait a minute. Now, look,
I know you really want this guy, but this is a Chicago Police matter.
You go in the front and work your way to the rear,
I'm gonna cover the back. And don't try to be a hero.
You dig?
You dig? Capiche? You understand? Dig?
What, they didn't teach you that in Kiev?
I'm not on holiday here.
Then let's go.
Excuse me.
You got change for a $100 bill?
This is the smallest I have.
Your merchandise is in the luggage trunks.
Hey.
You did not make it, Viktor.
Back off, captain.
He killed a Chicago police officer. Chicago gets him first.
I have my orders.
What, are you fucking nuts?
All right, come on, get real, Danko.
Look, we're doing good things here. We'll take him... Move!
Move!
I'm not leaving yet, mister.
- Get out. - Wait a minute!
Hey!
Hey. Hey.
- Get in. - What were you gonna do? Leave without me?
Where did you learn to drive a bus, anyway?
Kiev. In the army.
Jesus, we're going down the wrong way street.
Get over on the other side of the street.
Danko. Danko, you're not listening to me.
Christ. Go to the right.
Way to go. That was a fucking Chicago landmark.
Where the hell are all the cops?
Damn, they're never around when you need one, you know that?
You make a U-turn, and they're all over your ass. Where the fuck are they?
Watch it, watch it!
Shit!
Shit. You know what we call this? This is called Chicken.
But you're not supposed to play it with buses.
- This is no game. - No shit.
Get ready to swerve.
Come on, get ready to swerve.
Come on. You crazy fucker.
You're a rock. You're a rock. You're a rock.
You're a rock! You fucker. You almost killed both of us, goddamn it.
And Viktor!
- Fuck Viktor! - Hey, man. What's wrong with you?
Are you crazy? You almost got us both killed!
Jesus Christ, man! What the hell do you think you're doing?
You son of a bitch.
I take care of this.
I give up. This whole thing's very Russia.
Hey, Gumby. Honk if you need me.
Did you get him?
Nice grouping of your shots.
- Thank you. - You're welcome.
I still like Soviet model better.
Got a real attitude problem, Danko.
High, left center.
I do not understand this sport.
You're not supposed to. It's totally American.
You should stick to things that you're good at.
You know, like knee dancing, training those cute little bears for the circus.
We play baseball now in Soviet Union.
Come on.
Give me a break, will you? You haven't got a shot.
This is our national pastime.
Forget it.
It'd be a hell of a World Series, though, wouldn't it?
We will win.
Hey, Danko, listen, I been wanting to ask you something.
Remember when we were back at the bus station, both of us had Viktor?
You turned and pointed the gun at me.
You weren't gonna really shoot me, were you?
Yeah, that's what I figured.
Just checking.
It is custom in Soviet Union to exchange article as souvenir for friendship.
I decide to give you this.
That's really nice.
Here. Here, I want you to have my watch.
This here is a, uh, $1000 marvel of Western technology.
I got it at, you know, a discount from my cousin.
Thanks.
This is really...
a $20 East German watch.
Thank you.
Ridzik.
We are police officers...
not politicians.
It's okay to like each other.
Sorry, my Russian's a little rusty.
Good luck.
Farewell.