Red Heat Page #4

I plan to sell drugs...

...to every white man in the world...

...and his sister.

I still want Viktor Rosta.

- Yeah, real bad. I can tell.

- Where can I find him?

I tell you what I am gonna do, captain.

I'm gonna put you

two white boys together...

...see if you can't

work this thing out.

I need Viktor.

And he needs that key.

And you.

You're just another motherf***er

we gonna have to deal with.

Be cool.

Okay, so tell me. How did it go?

- Fine.

- Fine?

You wanna cut the sh*t?

You were talking

to that jazzbo so long...

...I thought about having

my head shaved.

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 a parakeet.

You want a parakeet,

it's okay with me. I don't give a sh*t.

You think that parakeet is feminine?

Did I say that? I didn't say that, did I?

What the hell 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.

One, two, three and four, five, six.

Easy. One, two.

One, two, smooth, five, six.

Okay, that's great. That's fine.

You mind showing me some ID?

I like to know who I'm talking to.

Ridzik, Arthur, Detective Sergeant.

This is Captain Danko.

He's from Moscow.

Now, look,

you went to see Rosta in jail.

- What did you talk about?

- The weather, taxes, inflation.

So did you meet him

hanging around a hotel bar?

You probably worked

the lobbies, right?

F*** you.

No thank you, I have a headache

and good taste.

I don't have to listen to this sh*t.

It's very important.

Many people could be hurt.

Sh*t.

It's really no big deal.

He told me to go to The Garvin,

get his old room...

...told me exactly where to look.

It was just a passport and this

hundred-dollar bill torn in half.

I gave the stuff to a friend of Viktor's.

I don't even know his name.

Cut the sh*t, will you?

- Just tell me where he's at.

- I don't know.

- 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 anything about it.

You know anything

about 11th and State?

Maybe I'll take you down there

and book you for murder.

- Trying to scare me?

- Trying to figure out...

...why you're trying to help him.

- He's my husband.

I'm gonna bust that b*tch so hard

she bounces.

Wait. We can use her to find Viktor.

You got all the ideas.

Maybe I'll just go home and whack off.

You know, watch old crime stories,

get some tips.

Viktor uses fake name...

...marries American to get

travel visa to United States.

Right. Why do I get the feeling

that you're taking it so personal?

I shot his brother six months ago

in Moscow.

- Shot him dead?

- Yes.

Way to go.

- Thank you.

- You're welcome.

Why don't we stake it out? You go

to the car, I'll get us something to eat.

I'll get you something healthy,

from all food groups:

Hamburger, French fries,

coffee and donuts.

- Wait.

- What, you don't like onions?

- Give me key to car.

- It's unlocked.

In case she leave.

You can't drive that car.

That's against regulations.

What if you crash?

That means I gotta fill out reports

until I retire.

Key.

All right. But honk

if you see something.

Hey, a**hole. You can't park here.

This is my parking place.

I live right up there.

Move your piece of sh*t car out now

or give me 50 bucks.

- I do not understand.

- Let me make it real simple, moron.

You move your ass or give me 50

or I take my Pete Rose...

...and f***ing mutilate your car.

- Do you know Miranda?

- Never heard of the b*tch.

- Everything okay?

- Yes, fine. No problems.

What about that sack of sh*t

laying on the sidewalk?

He lives here.

You're a real beaut, you know that?

I called the squad room. Guess what.

Tatomovich, you know,

that bastard I shot?

Well, he's pulling out of his coma

at the hospital.

Why don't we just go over there

and interrogate him, bag this sh*t?

Here she is.

- Now we go.

- Wait, wait, wait!

Sh*t! Goddamn it! Jesus Christ!

I just burned off my dick!

Oh, God! Jesus!

Look at the mess I made, damn it.

Now I gotta wash the car.

Just wrecked a goddamn suit

and I hard-boiled my nuts.

It's gonna look like I pissed

in my pants all goddamn night.

Hey, hey, careful with the driving,

will you? I don't want any accidents.

I'll have to fill out paperwork

for the rest of my life.

I have car under control.

Yeah, sure. I suppose they taught you

everything you need to know...

...about car wrecks and the price

of insurance in your school in Kiev.

Socialist countries,

insurance not necessary.

State pays for everything.

Yeah.

Well, tell me something, captain.

If you got such a f***ing paradise

over there...

...how come you're up the same creek

with heroin and cocaine?

Chinese find way.

Right after revolution...

...they line up all drug dealers,

all drug addicts...

...take them to public square

and shoot them in back of head.

Never work here.

F***ing politicians wouldn't go for it.

Shoot them first.

Christ, they're right behind us.

That's the general idea.

Look at this, man. We have a pro

basketball team heading toward us...

...with guns.

- Hold this.

- What's this?

It's Viktor's key.

- Put gun away.

- Are you nuts?

I'm supposed to tell you

that this is a truce...

...arranged by somebody

named Abdul.

- You leave your guns with those guys.

- No way.

Chicago cop never relinquishes

his weapon.

Here.

You got the key?

Boy, am I glad we hid that key.

Good thing we didn't bring it with us.

We'd really be in deep sh*t.

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 sh*t.

Thank you. I'm glad you could help.

Hey, I'm sorry,

but this whole thing 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.

Greetings, comrade.

We meet in strange places.

I don't like being used as bait.

- I thought Viktor wanted to see me.

- Viktor wants you to get in car.

If they 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, Vanya.

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...

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