Abdul Elijah says we're in business. Get the capital in safe place, okay?
Meet me back here 3:00. Bring me a key. We go check the color of your green.
Your shipment's on its way. You have a small item for me. I give you a courier.
Bless Abdul Elijah and the brotherhood.
Nice doing business, comrade.
Oh! Attention!
Fun bag patrol. Double bogies, 11:00.
Whew, Christ!
You think she bought those? I don't think so.
I think those are definitely home grown.
Art!
Just an opinion.
Jesus!
- Guy's gotta be dead not to notice that. - What's the matter with you?
I'm a man. I got needs.
We're on the job. Come on.
We oughta arrest her.
- What'd you squeeze him with? - Caught him packin' on parole.
Gave him a choice: Whisper in my ear...
or I turn him into Joliet Prison for five years.
He tipped you to a big cleanhead deal?
Don't tell me we're popping cleanheads. I hate the cleanheads!
You're this close to losing your job.
Can you give us a second, Charlie?
Yeah, all right.
You're not helping yourself.
This is a good tip. I got it from my guy Streak.
All right. Come on, let's go.
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.
Outside stairwell!
Freeze, motherfucker!
Don't get nervous. I do this for a living.
You look like Marvin Hagler.
I lost money on Hagler!
Hey! How long you gonna be in there? You're not even using the goddamn phone!
Jerk.
America.
Chicago. Gangsters.
- How you doing, honey? - Blow yourself.
Thank you. Thank you very much. It's good thinking.
Should be out any second.
He's going through customs right now.
You read the report Stobbs wrote on the cleanhead bust?
- He says your performance was adequate. - Adequate. Jesus Christ! What a jerk!
It's a personality thing.
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.
This is my partner, Detective Sergeant Ridzik.
- First time in Chicago? - Yes.
You have a nice flight?
Yes, fine.
- You hungry? - No.
Thirsty?
Hate to break this up, but I'm parked in a red zone. No offense.
We got a car waiting outside for you.
It's 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 in Chicken Kiev.
We had that at my sister's wedding.
Viktor Rosta must've pissed off a lot of commissars...
for them to send someone all this way to baby-sit him home.
What did he do? Pee on the Kremlin?
I gotta apologize for my partner, Captain.
He's just naturally suspicious.
Did you arrest Viktor?
- Me? It was patrolmen. - Where?
Right near his hotel, The Garvin.
It's a breeding ground for pushers, pimps, prostitutes.
Take me there.
We got you booked at the Executive House.
Please. Garvin.
You sure you wanna stay here? It's horrible. You have a choice.
I stay here.
- If you're on a budget... - Thank you.
I will be fine.
You're the boss.
I'll pick you up at 9:00 in the morning.
Nice talking to you, Captain.
- What do you think? - 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 302.
Right up those stairs.
Capitalism.
This is our booking area.
Looks like a major crime wave just hit, right?
When I first got here when I was first assigned here...
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 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. It only requires your signature.
He ran a red light. No driver's license.
The officer found a gun in his glove box, so he brought him in.
We shook him down. Then he refused to speak English.
When we found the Cyrillic writing tattoo, we figured he was one of yours.
Viktor did not ask for political asylum?
I think he wants to go home.
Audrey, go get Sergeant Ridzik.
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 since I figure cops are cops everywhere...
how do you Soviets deal with all the stress?
Vodka.
Yes, sir.
I want you to ride with Gallagher and the Captain to the city jail.
Make sure he signs this form before they go to the airport.
Then bring the top copy back.
Just bring the top form back to me.
- Yes, sir. - That'll make it official.
So long, Captain. Nice doing business with you.
- Gallagher! Taxi service. - Right.
You can tell they're old buddies. Body language is a beautiful thing.
We are ready.
Yes, sir.
- Do you know what this key opens? - Looks like a locker key.
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!
Motherfucker!
- Take it easy! - I'm fine!
- Take it easy. - I'm fine. 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.
Well, you'd want to fuck it too.
He shouldn't have said that about my mom.
What do you care? It's not your case. It's not my case.
- It's not even an American case. - Right, right.
We're just an escort service here. Pull back on your emotions.
How can I let what he said pass?
Find a middle ground.
This way, clown.
All right, I'm outta here.
Look, Captain, have a good flight back.
If you get a chance to flush this turd down the toilet...
do it over the Pole.
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.
Give me a Sun Times and a Racing Action tip sheet.
You got a winner?
Move!
- Come on, let's go! - The key!
Come on, man!
Let's go! Let's move!
- How's he doing, Doctor? - It's still early.
There's no fracture, but Danko does have a concussion.
We're gonna need him to make a full statement.
I don't think you should expect 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.
That's possible. They all walked yesterday morning. Illegal warrant.
Even the guy with the shotgun?
Walked right out the door with a handshake from the judge.
- Shit. - Listen to this.
This guy you shot there, according to his I.D., he's Russian.
Can you believe that?
I'm sorry, but the police department will have to bear with us.
Captain Danko should remain incommunicado.
The Russians got a chance to talk to him. Why?
They were the closest thing to family and they weren't gonna interrogate.
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.
Tell me what's going on with Viktor and you keep the gun.
Take it.
Come on, gimme a break with this shit.
Maybe this Russian bully stuff works on a chessboard, but not here.
You retire the uniform?
I am now undercover.
Undercover?
You look like Gumby.
You're gonna fit right in.
For your information, Captain, I shot one of your Russians.
Unfortunately, he's not dead. He's in intensive care.
When he comes to, maybe you should talk to him.
How long before this happens?
Is this 60 Minutes? Do I look like a doctor?
Other things first.
Hey, Gumby?
Where do you think you're going?
Lighten up. I got it. Thanks.
- What are you doing out of bed? - He thinks he's gonna find Viktor.
- That's cute. Keep an eye on him. - Why me?
Because I said so. He's a material witness.
Maybe Donnelly can figure out what to do.
- How come I get all the shit jobs? - Because it fits you.
- You come with me? - You heard. I just got my orders.
- Take me to the same hotel? - Do I look like a cab?
Yes.
I just took him back to the hotel.
He went in, came out ten minutes later.
I didn't know what to do, so I brought him here.
Okay. Good.
About your involvement in this, you know standard procedure.
If you're a witness to a murder, you can't be active in the investigation.
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 at the hospital.
They want Danko in a big way.
So I told them we'd put him on a plane soon.
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 U.S.S. R...
"for the crime of Brigandage."
Brigandage?
Burning villages, raping women.
That goes on in Russia?
In past, during war.
Not now.
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 U.S.S. R...
"for murder, kidnapping, rape...
"extortion, currency speculation...
"and drug dealing."
Where did you get this information?
Your boys in Washington have decided to be cooperative since Viktor split.
In fact, they got a whole new attitude.
I hear they're sending over some caviar.
Why didn't you tell us this before?
I had no authorization.
Bullshit!
My government does not like to do laundry in public.
Anything else we should know?
I will not leave this country without Viktor.
I need cooperation.
You wanna stick around...
and find Viktor, Captain, that's fine by me.
One more thing.
I don't want the press to get near you.
And don't roll through town like the Red Army!
Have you wigged out?
Danko is the perfect weapon; a loose cannon.
If he helps us find Rosta, great.
If he screws up, breaks rules, he's a Russian.
- But what about Ridzik? - Ridzik is a good cop.
And a total expert at fucking up.
Departmentally speaking, I got no downside here.
I'm having them bring in Gallagher's snitch...
the guy who helped us bust the cleanheads.
He's a sleaze, but I think he can tell us who's brokering the cleanhead's deal.
He visits Viktor in jail?
Only two folks had that honor:
A skirt named Cat Manzetti and that Russian I shot.
The girl teaches dance in Wicker Park for the city.
We're gonna try to catch up with her later on tonight.
About this pile of shit pimp here.
In this country, we try to protect the rights of individuals.
It's called the Miranda Act, and it says 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.
Hey, Streak.
- You can't hold me here, Dickweed! - Hostility.
You got nothing on me. This is bullshit!
- Easy. - Where is Viktor?
What the fuck are you doing?
I don't know who he thinks he is. I'll have both your badges!
Easy, Streak. Just sit down, relax.
I wanna ask you a couple of 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? - You planted that.
That's disrespectful. This is distribution weight.
Fuckin' cop setup!
You're fired.
Cleanheads' deal: who, when and where?
The lawyer I got makes ACLU look like Nazis.
He lives for cop misconduct. Probably sue you for free.
And I ain't tellin' you shit!
Jesus! Oh, shit!
Abdul Elijah runs the deal from Joliet.
Shit's comin' in a couple of days. I don't know where.
I swear on my balls! I don't know!
Soviet method is more economical.
I'm so glad I took the time to explain an individual's rights.
Sorry about that hand. You gotta watch these doorjambs.
They're dangerous.
Breaking his goddamn fingers in front of me. You can't pull a stunt like that.
- You ignored me. - Miranda?
In your country, it's okay to lie, put drug in pocket?
No, not really.
Maybe I was a little out of line. I was just trying to get him to talk.
- I wasn't gonna prosecute the guy. - 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.
It really sucks.
Who is Abdul Elijah?
He's got one of the biggest criminal organizations going 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 to see Abdul? Yes?
Sure. Whatever you say, Gumby. I'm your escort.
That suit's not gonna explode or anything?
- I think you're safe. - Just checking.
Once I lock one of these fuckers up, the gangs take over.
The Aryan brotherhood, the cleanheads, the Muslims.
Since most convicts are repeaters, gang leaders got connections to outside.
They're in 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 shave their heads to prove obedience.
I guess the rules are different for the bosses.
Kind of like your government, Ivan?
Come here, you.
I wanna talk to you.
This Captain Danko. He's come from Russia to speak to your scoutmaster.
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 and you and me do business.
I give you key, you give me Viktor.
That is unethical.
You keep cocaine.
Bad. 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.
I've come to understand 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 Rosta.
- Yeah, real bad. I can tell. - Where can I find him?
I tell you what I am gonna do, Captain.
I am gonna put you two white boys together, see if you can't work it out.
I need Viktor.
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?
You wanna cut the shit?
You were talking to that jazzbo so long, I thought about having my head shaved.
It 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 one.
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 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.
Easy.
One, two, smooth.
Mind showing me I. D? I like to know who I'm talking to.
Ridzik, Arthur. Detective Sergeant.
This is Captain Danko. He's from Moscow.
You went to see Rosta in jail.
- What did you talk about? - The weather...
taxes, inflation.
Did you meet him hanging around the hotel bar, lobby?
Fuck you.
No. I have a headache and good taste.
I don't have to listen.
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, where exactly to look.
It was just a passport and this hundred-dollar bill torn in half.
I gave it to a friend of Viktor's. I don't even know his name.
Cut the shit! Just tell me where he's at.
I don't know.
- You got a phone number? - I lost it.
- Look, this Viktor's a very bad guy. - Really?
- A cop died because of him. - I don't know.
You know anything about 11th and State? I'll take you and book you for murder.
- Trying to scare me? - Wondering why you're helping Viktor.
He's my husband.
I'm gonna bust that bitch so hard she bounces.
Wait. We can use her to find Viktor.
You got all the ideas. Maybe I'll go home and whack off.
Watch Crime Stories.
Viktor uses fake name, marries American to get visa to U.S.
Right. Why do I get the feeling you're taking it so personal?
I shot his brother six months ago in Moscow.
- Shot him dead? - Yes.
- Way to go. - Thank you.
Why don't we stake it out? You go to the car.
I'll get something to eat. I'll get you something healthy from all food groups:
hamburger, french fries, coffee, donuts.
- Wait. - You don't like onions?
- Give me key to car. - It's unlocked.
In case she leave.
No, you can't drive that car. What if you crash?
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 or give me 50 bucks.
- I do not understand. - Let me make it simple, moron.
You move your ass or gimme 50 or I take my bat...
and 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.
I called the squad room. Guess what?
Tatomovich, that bastard I shot?
He's coming out of his coma.
Why don't we just go and interrogate him and bag this?
Here she is.
- Now we go. - Wait, wait!
Shit! Goddamn it! Jesus Christ! I just burned off my dick!
Oh, God! Jesus!
Look at the mess I made. Now I gotta wash the car.