Chicago cop never relinquishes
his weapon.
Here.
You got the key?
I'm glad we hid that key.
Good thing we didn't bring it.
We'd really be in deep shit.
Don't waste your time.
- Where is Viktor?
- We got everything under control.
Well, good.
I'll be the translator.
You got a job.
You're the hostage.
I'm out of here. I've had enough
of this macho shit.
Thank you for your help.
I'm sorry, but this is way past me.
Honey, I understand, really.
Go see Viktor.
He's down that ramp over there.
You get out of hand...
your friend here
gonna be gone.
Hear that?
Prick.
I don't like being used as bait.
I though Viktor wanted to see me.
Viktor wants you to get in car.
If they'd let me have my gun
you would be already dead.
Cigarette?
The people have many needs.
One is law and order;
other, entertainment.
We both have our codes.
Yours, one of the state.
Mine...
one of thieves.
We both respect courage.
We even hold our own lives
in contempt.
You have contempt for all life.
You don't, huh?
You killed my friend.
You killed my brother.
Your brother was criminal.
A dead man is a dead man.
After 70 years, the doors
begin to open in Moskva.
Our first taste of freedom
will be cut with cocaine.
Any country
that can survive Stalin...
can certainly handle
a little dope.
I think you should come off
your high horse, Captain...
and start to talk business.
You have my key.
I need it quite badly.
I'm willing to pay
for it generously.
More than you can make
in ten years.
I do not sell drugs.
Foolish.
You are so foolish.
I thought you might
be more reasonable.
Money has a way
of doing that to a man.
But no.
I don't think so.
Not with you.
You are one of those
kind of Soviets...
that only look
forward to death.
I know you well.
Without me,
you don't even exist.
I don't give a shit if they did
give us the fuckin' guns back!
These are the motherfuckers
that killed Gallagher.
And you call yourself
a fuckin' cop!
In this country,
we trust our partners.
We don't hold back
from our partners...
and we never leave
our partners...
holding their dicks
in their hands...
while some bald motherfucker's
got a gun in his ear!
Here! Take this goddamned key.
Take it!
Now we go to hospital
to question Tatomovich.
You are a shithead!
- We're here to see Tatomovich.
- I got him right over here.
This is not part of our deal.
I thought--
What is his condition?
He started coming around about an hour
ago, mumbling something in Russian.
They got a nurse
in there with him.
- Any visitors from downtown?
- Not so far, but they're on the way.
You'd better wait
for Stobbs and Donnelly.
- Ernie, let's get some coffee.
- Sure, okay.
Pardon me.
Check it out. I knew
I should have been a doctor.
This area's restrict--
Hey, buddy. Hey, shithead!
You talk to him.
You speak his language.
Come on, scumbag.
Don't play dead.
The nurse.
Move!
Shit! Look out!
Goddamn it, lady, police!
Stop or I'll shoot.
- Don't! Put it down!
- What are you doing here?
- Put it down! Are you crazy?
- Move, goddamn it!
Don't! Stop it!
You--
Ah, what the hell?
It was a guy.
Shit!
- You are stupid.
- I never meant for any of this--
Viktor has ten women like you at home.
They're all dead or in prison.
What am I supposed to do?
Go!
I just don't see how she could
disappear into thin air.
You checked the back stairs?
No sign of her?
She just got away?
- Nice work, Gumby.
- Thank you.
- I didn't mean that.
- Oh.
You got a shithouse in Russia?
We got one here and you and
I are standing right in it.
It's not only gonna hit the fan,
it's gonna go right through the ceiling.
Watch it, lady, okay? I don't know
why you insisted on this tetanus shot.
I had one 14 years ago.
Easy!
I ought to shoot that bitch.
What's in that, cement?
All right, what's the score?
Shit, it's been
a hell of a night.
First, some cleanhead stuck
his damn gun in my ear...
- and Danko here