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
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