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 l.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