Red Heat Page #3

We met. I'd like to run this by you,

captain.

"Viktor Rosta.

Full name, Viktor Sedgavich Rostavili.

Born September 4, 1944.

Georgia, Russia.

His father had the distinction

of being hanged by the U.S.S. R...

...for the crime of brigandage."

Brigandage?

Burning villages, raping women.

That sort of thing goes on

in Russia, huh?

In past, during war.

Not now.

According to you. According to this...

...Viktor spent three years

in the army...

...and six on a forced labor camp

for drug offenses.

"Is currently wanted in the U.S.S. R...

...on the charges of murder,

kidnapping, rape...

...extortion, currency speculation

and drug dealing."

Where did you get this information?

Your boys in Washington...

...have decided to be incredibly

cooperative since Viktor split.

In fact, they got a whole new attitude.

I hear they're sending over

some caviar later.

Why didn't you tell us this before?

- I had no authorization.

- Bullshit.

My government does not like

to do laundry in public.

Is there anything else

we should know about?

I will not leave this country

without Viktor.

I need cooperation.

Okay.

You wanna stick around...

...and find Viktor, captain,

that's fine by me.

One more thing, captain.

I don't want the press to get near you.

And I don't want you rolling

through this town like the Red Army.

Have you wigged out?

Danko is the perfect weapon, Charlie:

A loose cannon.

If he helps us find Viktor Rosta, great.

If he screws up, breaks rules

along the way, he's a Russian.

- But what about Ridzik?

- Ridzik is a good cop.

And a total expert at f***ing up.

Departmentally speaking,

I got no downside here.

I have them bringing

Gallagher's snitch...

...the guy who helped us with the bust

on the cleanheads the other day.

He's a sleazy sh*t,

but if we can get him to talk...

...I think he can tell us

who's brokering the cleanheads deal.

This man visits Viktor in jail?

Only two folks had that honor:

A skirt named Cat Manzetti

and that Russian I shot.

All right, the girl teaches dance

in Wicker Park for the city.

We're gonna try to catch up with her

later on tonight, all right?

About this pile of sh*t pimp in here.

In this country, we try

to protect the rights of individuals.

It's called the Miranda Act, and it says

that you can't even touch his ass.

I do not want to touch his ass.

I want to make him talk.

I'm gonna handle this one, okay?

Hey, Streak.

- You can't hold me here, dickweed.

- Hostility.

You got nothing on me.

This is bullshit!

- Easy.

- Where is Viktor?

What are you doing?

Will you be civilized?

I don't know who he thinks he is.

I'll have both your badges for brutality.

Easy, Streak. Just sit down, relax.

Now, we wanna ask you a couple

questions about the cleanheads.

Fair price for services rendered?

Capitalism works, right, Streak?

Cleanheads got a monster deal going

down. I told Gallagher. End of story.

He lies.

In this country,

he has that God-given right.

Do I smell heroin?

- What's this?

- Come on, man.

- You bring this into the police station?

- You planted that.

That's disrespectful.

This is distribution weight.

F***ing cop setup.

You're fired.

You know who I got on retainer?

Cleanheads deal:

Who, when and where?

The lawyer I got makes ACLU

look like Nazis.

He lives for cop misconduct like this.

- Probably sue you for f***ing free.

- Yeah?

And I ain't telling you sh*t.

Jesus! Oh, sh*t!

Okay, Abdul Elijah's running the deal

from Joliet.

Sh*t's coming in in a couple of days.

I don't know where.

I swear on my balls,

I don't know where.

Soviet method is more economical.

I'm so glad I took the time

to explain to you an individual's rights.

Streak.

Sorry about that hand.

You gotta watch these doorjambs.

They're dangerous.

Breaking his goddamn fingers

right in front of me.

You can't pull a stunt like that.

You f***ing ignored me.

- Miranda?

- Yes, Miranda.

In your country,

it's okay to lie and put drug in pocket?

Okay, okay, no, not really.

Okay, maybe I was a little

out of line there, all right?

I was just trying to get him to talk,

that's all.

I mean, I wasn't gonna

prosecute the guy.

We both go too far.

Sh*t. All I know is Gallagher's dead,

your Russian's on the loose...

...and I gotta chauffeur you around

all goddamn day.

You know, it really sucks.

Who is Abdul Elijah?

He's got one of the biggest

criminal organizations going right 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 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 f***ers up,

the gangs take over.

You got the Aryan brotherhood,

the cleanheads, the Muslims.

Since most of these convicts

are repeaters...

...gang leader's got connection

to the outside.

Criminal 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 their obedience.

I guess the rules are different

for the bosses.

Kind of like your government,

huh, Ivan?

Come here, you.

I wanna talk to you.

This is Captain Ivan Danko.

He's come from Russia

to speak to your scoutmaster.

Well, that's nice,

but who the f*** are you?

These men have no respect

of our authority as police officers.

No sh*t.

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...

...then you and me are in business.

I give you key, you give me 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.

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