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 is feminine?
Did I say that?
I didn't say that, did l?
What 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.
Easy.
One, two, smooth.
Mind showing me l.D.?
I like to know who I'm talking to.
Ridzik, Arthur.
Detective Sergeant.
This is Captain Danko.
He's from Moscow.
You went to see Rosta in jail.
- What did you talk about?
- The weather...
taxes, inflation.
Did you meet him hanging around
the hotel bar, lobby?
Fuck you.
No. I have a headache
and good taste.
I don't have to listen.
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, where exactly to look.
It was just a passport and this
hundred-dollar bill torn in half.
I gave it to a friend of Viktor's.
I don't even know his name.
Cut the shit!
Just tell me where he's at.
I don't know.
- You 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.
You know anything about 11th and State?
I'll take you and book you for murder.
- Trying to scare me?
- Wondering why you're helping Viktor.
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 go home and whack off.
Watch Crime Stories.
Viktor uses fake name,
marries American to get visa to U.S.
Right. Why do I get the feeling
you're taking it so personal?
I shot his brother
six months ago in Moscow.
- Shot him dead?
- Yes.
- Way to go.
- Thank you.
Why don't we stake it out?
You go to the car.
I'll get something to eat. I'll get you
something healthy from all food groups:
hamburger, french fries,
coffee, donuts.
- Wait.
- You don't like onions?
- Give me key to car.
- It's unlocked.
In case she leave.
No, you can't drive that car.
What if you crash?
That means I gotta fill out reports
until I retire.
Key.
All right. But honk
if you see something.
Hey, asshole.
You can't park here.
This is my parking place.
I live right up there.
So move or give me 50 bucks.
- I do not understand.
- Let me make it simple, moron.
You move your ass or gimme 50
or I take my bat...
and mutilate your car.
- Do you know Miranda?
- Never heard of the bitch.
- Everything okay.
- Yes, fine. No problems.
What about that sack of shit
laying on the sidewalk?
He lives here.
You're a real beaut.
I called the squad room.
Guess what?
Tatomovich, that bastard I shot?
He's coming out of his coma.
Why don't we just go
and interrogate him and bag this?
Here she is.
- Now we go.
- Wait, wait!
Shit! Goddamn it! Jesus Christ!
I just burned off my dick!
Oh, God! Jesus!
Look at the mess I made.
Now I gotta