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, lvan?
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