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. 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 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? 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. 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 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. 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? - A cop died because of him. - I don't know anything about it. You know anything about 11th and State? Maybe I'll take you down there and book you for murder. - Trying to scare me? - 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. 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. Right. Why do I get the feeling that you're taking it 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 get us something to eat. I'll ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Возможности карьеры на английском - текст Левиафан на английском - текст Нэйт и Хейс на английском - текст Бегущий человек на английском - текст Бриллиантовая рука на английском |