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(film reel whirring)

(dramatic music)

(ominous music)

(wind whistling)

(thunder booms)

(train rattling)

(upbeat music)

¶ I can be your native hero ¶

¶ You can be my damsel in need ¶

¶ We can play out this game
you'll see ¶

¶ We can be rock's king and
queen ¶

¶ I'll croon and you'll idolize
me ¶

¶ Little Frankie needs you ¶

¶ I'm a good boy ¶

¶ I can be a rebel in
your hands ¶

¶ I can be your tattoo ¶

- Who are you?

Lost?

- Mr. Earl Bob Hendersen,
I'm Gloria Nation.

Sir, the investigator.

You skipped bail.

I'm here to take you in.

Come on, let's go.

¶ I'm a good boy ¶

¶ Rebel in your hands ¶

- What's, what's FRA?

- Fugitive recovery agent, sir.

- You boys get me a little
present.

One of those strippers?

- Stripper?

(upbeat music)
(people clamoring)

- You're a feisty little bitch,
aren't ya?

¶ I'm a good boy ¶

¶ I can be a rebel ¶

- Back the fuck up!

Back up.

All right, let's go.

(country music)

(pleasant music)

I am Gloria Nation.

I'm a Marine, I'm a single mom.

Thomas, it's important
that you take great pride

every day that you leave this
house.

Now is that school appropriate?

And I work two jobs.

My bail bonds office sits in
the back of my tattoo parlor.

We call it Nation's Fire.

So I started my club Heaven's
Fire.

- Hey girl.

- [Gloria] I wanted to
follow my daddy's footsteps.

My daddy was CW Nation,
Thomas and I call him Pop-Pop.

My daddy started up the Reino
de la Furia, a biker club.

It's a one percenter biker
club here in Florida.

- Never take anything less
than your green for you.

- [Gloria] Daddy was my
strength.

- And then it's kinda
simple, all you have to do

is go out there in the
real world, and get it.

- And since he was the president

of Reino de la Furia, I
knew them one percenters

would not mind.

Hell, they didn't even mind that
we had

the Florida Rockers on our
backs.

They knew we were ride or die
chicks.

Yeah, it's been a good minute.

- How's the little man?

- He's doing great.

Getting bigger every day.

Rita, my former best friend,
took over my slot as president.

We've been estranged ever
since Vito made me leave

to raise my son and to help my
daddy.

I'd love to stay and chat,
but I'm waiting for a meeting.

Good to see you smiling again.

My mama, growing up she was
dealing

with a whole lot of alcohol
abuse.

- I don't know how to say it,

I'm not gonna say it again, I'm
done here!

- No, no, you're not done!

You said that before!

I stopped drinking for three
days!

- Don't do this in front
of this little girl!

God almighty, what's the matter
with you?

You're so calm.

I can't believe it, I love you
so much.

- I love you too darling,
Gloria!

- Go find someplace
where you can't hear it,

and if you really, really get
unhappy

find me, call me.

- We can talk this out!
- Okay darling.

- I'll try and get it--
- I'm sorry about this.

- Don't listen to him, Gloria.

Don't listen to him!

I don't care--
- I chose you, bitch,

and now I'm done with you.

- Oh you're gonna throw us all
away?

- [CW] Oh shut up.

- You don't throw a glass
away when it's broken.

You don't throw a marriage away!

You don't throw a relationship
away!

- [Gloria] I was sent to a
boarding school

up in Tallahassee.

It was there that my childhood
dream

of being a Marine became a
reality.

- Really, a Marine?

- Yep.
- Semper fi.

Get over here for a hug.

Outstanding.

- [Gloria] After I got
back from the Marines.

- He does

love to rhyme.

Just like his Pop-Pop.

- [Gloria] We had a whole
'nother battle to face.

- [CW] That's true.

- [Gloria] My daddy had cancer.

- His daddy is an asshole.

- This is Thomas.

My world, my heart.

- Why did he have to leave?

- No he didn't leave us.

He's always here.

Pop-Pop was just needed.

It was Daddy who helped raise
Thomas

after I was deployed overseas.

He loved you so much.

Thomas, let's go

Trying to make sure he ain't
nothing like his daddy.

Not if I could help it.

Thomas!

He was all his Pop-Pop.

(rock music)

You have patience like a saint.

- Hey Saturday, can you come
early?

I can go on before Nasty Savage.

- [Man] Hey Freddy, fire up
that--

- There she goes, folks!

Running away!

As usual.

No wonder you went to Iraq.

Iran.

Well.

The country

that suits your little diva
needs, Iran!

You ran.

Pew, pew, pew!

Hell, we all ran.

Right?

Owen, can you go get me some
more beer in the back fridge?

We're all out in here.

- [Gloria] Must your grandson
always see this side of you?

- Well let me get this straight,

it's okay for Tommy to
see his daddy in prison.

Oops.

But that isn't it.

A wee bit late.

- I asked you to take him to
school

when I had something planned.

And in classic Myra Johnson
form, something came up.

I wish for a moment you'd act

like somebody's mama, or grandma

rather than a washed up old
lady.

Old lady.

- Listen to me, you spoiled
little bitch!

I am your goddamn mother!

And you will show me some
respect.

- I'll tell you what, Ma.
- What?

- I'll show you the respect you
deserve

when you give it to yourself.

Patience, like a saint.

Let's go, Thomas.

(somber music)

You have a great day.

Come and give your mama some
love, muah!

I'd better not get a
call from Mr. Kamaduchi

about that choice of wardrobe
for school.

- You won't, Mom, I promise.

- What are you doing with that
old thing?

I thought it was too small for
your head.

- It is, I'm gonna give it to a
friend.

Hey, guys, wait up.

All right, I love you Mom.

- Make sure you come right
home after school, okay?

I got something special
planned for us tonight.

- All right.

- And Saturday's the bike fest
fair.

I want you there, little man.

- I thought we were
gonna go see my father.

- Mm-mm, not this weekend.

Maybe next.

- Okay good, 'cause I really
don't like going there.

- Love you.

- Bye Mom.
- Bye.

- Hi Mrs. Nation.
- Hey.

(birds chirping)

- Hey guys, I'll catch up.

There you go.

And you can have this too.

All right, have a good day.

(gentle music)

- You know, you gotta forgive
her.

She never really learned
how to express herself.

Half the time, or probably a
good deal

more than half the time it's the
alcohol.

And...

I wish sometimes I could make
her happier,

and I don't think I'm
doing the best I can,

but I'll tell ya one thing,

she is extremely proud of you,
as am I,

and she loves you very,
very much, as do I.

And you are gonna be something,

and you know why?

Because you are something
already.

- It was a sad day for me

when my husband, Vito, got
locked up.

At first, he was big and strong,

and treated me real good.

But then the truth came out,

and it became my worst
nightmare.

Sign the fuckin' papers.

On paper, Daddy owned the two
businesses with Vito, my ex.

It was in his will that Vito
resign the business over to me.

- I didn't sign 'em yet.

- Okay, well I need you to.

- I need my lawyer to look at
'em.

- Oh for shit's sake,
just sign the damn papers.

You at least owe me that.

- You got a mouth today bitch?

- You know something Vito,
growing up my daddy showed me

the true beauty of a man.

Shame on me for marrying you.

You ain't nothin' but a
beefed up version of my mama.

I need you to sign that shop
over to me

before it gets lost in
other club earnings.

- Alfonso knows that's yours.

- In theory, yeah.

But on paper it's yours with the
club.

Everything that you've
earned is now the club's

since you ain't ever gettin'
out.

So if not for me, do it for your
son.

The income will help me with
him.

- Talk to Alfonso in the club.

They still kicking down my
share, right?

- I don't want their money!

I don't want the money that way!

I want my shop's earnings.

You and my daddy started that
up.

I just need you to sign
off on the fucking papers

and that's it.

- You having issues today?

Riding the cotton pony?

- Look, I'm raising Thomas.

Your club is what got you in
here.

Killing those people
for the sake of a club?

I need you to sign those
papers, and that's it.

I will continue to raise my kid.

- Our kid!

Don't forget that.

I gave you a great life when I
was home.

He was okay then, right?

When I was active in the club.

You didn't give a shit where
the money came from then,

just as long as your
needs were taken care of.

So don't talk to me about the
lifestyle.

You were deep in it with
those dykes on bikes.

Don't tell me what I should do
for you.

Those days are dead, bitch.

- You're right.

I won't ask for me.

Ever.

But you will do it for your son.

Sign the goddamn papers.

Vito was the vice president
of Reino de la Furia

when my daddy was president.

He's my son's father.

I guess we all do stupid
shit when we're young.

It's gonna be 10% anywhere, sir.

Yep, they get that back
as soon as they hit court.

Okay, we're located at,

hello?

He just hung up on me.

- Totally hate that.

- Rude, man.
- Thank you!

- Can I help you?

- Yeah hi.
- Hi.

You know those coupons
are 10 years old, right?

- I'm looking for Bear.

- And you are?

- An old friend.

My name is Bailey Daniels.

He knows me as Junior, we served
together.

(rock music)

- So you've been out for six
months,

and you just come to see me now?

What the hell, man?

- Trying to get my shit
together.

You know it's sad.

You do numerous tours, you
stick your neck out there

every day, then you come back
here, you can't catch a break.

- Right?

- Nobody wants you.

It's like you don't belong.

You're not part of a
team that depends on you

constantly for their safety.

You're isolated out here.

But, thank God I can still ink.

Paid the bills while I was on
the road.

- Well, maybe you're like me.

Not cut out for the nine to
five.

- Fuck no.

- Fuck it, I'm putting different
music on.

- Shit, you got skinny.
- Fuck you.

- Alfonso.

Nice to finally meet you.
- Same here.

- Bear has talked to me a lot
about you.

I feel like I already know you,

and you know what?

I like you.

- He's a good man.

- Yes.

Bear told me about when
he and some of his men

were trapped inside that burning
tank,

and you ran back through the
flames,

not scared for your life.

Only thinking about the lives of
your men.

You saved Bear's life.

- Thank you, brother.

- That is fucking heroic,
brother.

Yes!

In my book, superheroes don't
wear capes.

They wear dog tags.

Salud.

- Salud.
- Salud.

(bottles clink)

¶ You make it all seem great ¶

(speaks in foreign language)

- Let's go to church.
- Yeah, let's go to church.

¶ You were the one I turned to ¶

- So Joseph sent another barrel
of cash, and instructions.

- Who sends barrels of cash?

- Who cares?

He pays us a lot for protection,

so we gotta honor his wishes.

And I quietly disposed
of the Mikey situation.

And lastly Vito, he sent
another 10 grand, that's it.

- I have to go see Vito this
week

to handle a situation for
Gloria.

The man is sending money
to the club weekly,

but nothing to his home.

Do we know what he is
moving on the inside?

Okay, all in favor of the
capitan,

the Capitan Sharktooth
continuing his duties

of cleaning up the tattoo
parlor.

- I second.
- Aye.

- Aye.

- [Vince] Oh boy!

- You've got the gig.

- Super awesome.

Super excited.

I'm gonna go tell Gloria.

- What's with that guy?

- That's Vince, Vincey.

He's very dear to the club.

He is one of the originals.

He

took a bullet to the head to
protect me.

- He's stuck at being a 12 year
old.

I couldn't do it, live life like
that.

Watch out when he's swinging
a rolled up sock, man.

Dude's a beast.

- When he starts smacking
you with that thing,

the kid is relentless.

(men chuckle)

- Hey, okay okay.

Bailey, we want you to know we
appreciate

what you have done for
this great country of ours,

and what you have done
for our brother Bear.

I understand your isolation,
what you're going through,

but we do not want you to
be alone anymore, no sir.

We want you to be part of our
family.

I put forth a motion that the
sergeant

becomes a full member
of El Reino de la Furia,

the Nation of Fire.

- I second that.

- No warrior such as you

should ever have to be a
prospect, no no.

You're family, full patch.

All in favor?

- Aye.
- Aye.

(gavel bangs)

(emotional music)

- [Alfonso] Welcome amigo,
welcome.

(man chuckles)

- Excuse me!

- Whoa, you are Pete the Big
Dude Jethro!

I just read an article about
you!

What are you doing here?

- I'm just passing through.

I need some gas and so--
- Stupid me.

What else would you do at a gas
station?

- Well actually I was lookin'
to get my car washed too.

- Shit, you are the Big Dude.

You can go in now if you like.

I'll even dry your car off for
you.

- How much do I owe you, kid?

- I can't believe the Big
Dude is in my gas station!

It's crazy.

(eerie music)

Why do they make them so loud?

- So you can hear them coming.

- Excuse me sir, could you
sign me an autograph please?

- [Big Dude] Sure.

- Sir, I love it when you
place the butts on their head.

- You mean headbutts?

- Headbutts, yes, headbutts.

Looking very frightful.

- Here you go.

Is it all right if I take my car
in now?

- No problem sir, no problem.

You pull right up, and I
will wait for you at the exit

to dry you off, Mr. Big Dude.

(ominous music)

(hammer thuds)

(knocking)

- We found him.

We got the child molesting son
of a bitch.

- [Gloria] What's going on?

- They found a bad man
they were looking for.

He's very bad.

Very bad.

He touched children, little
children.

Hey Rascal, have you seen my
crayons?

- Nope.

- My crayons, not yours!

(somber music)

- Where am I?

Who are you?

- Alfonso.

Oh, sorry.

(men chuckling)

This is my brother from
another mother, huh?

You know, we were big fans of
yours, man.

- I was actually at the
Nassau Coliseum back in '86

when you put that hurtin' on
Pipa.

It was fucking amazing.

It was beautiful.

- Who are you people?

Is it money you want?

You want money?

I can give you money.

What the hell's goin' on here?

- Big Dude, chill.

Chill, don't get all loud and
nasty.

We don't like rudeness.

- We, we?

Who the hell is we?

Who is we?

Say something!

(Big Dude sobbing)

- Fee fi fo fum.

I smell the blood of an
Englishman.

Be he alive or be he dead,

I'll grind his bones to make my
bread.

You're not laughing.

You don't like this?

Should I fit you with some
concrete shoes?

You remember that quote?

I think you stated in Ring
Magazine

when they asked you if you
were affiliated with the mob,

you said, "Yeah, I'm going to

"buy myself some concrete shoes
and,"

well I don't remember what you
said,

but I remember it was a stupid
comment.

Don't you know there's
no such thing as mafia,

just men determined to make good
business.

Better business.

You know Pete, I once caught a
rapist.

Oh yeah, it's a true story.

It was back in my old
country, my old neighborhood.

I was maybe 15.

It was with my uncle, my baby
brother.

I was going to turn him
into the authorities

but I knew two of the women he
raped, so

I called them up.

They did some nasty shit to him.

Oh yeah.

And then, then there was this
man from Glendale, New York.

Always the first one with the
gadgets.

He had the state of the art
movie theater in his own house.

Remote control cars,
televisions, TVs with video
games.

Mr. Electronic.

Families trusted him to have
the kids come over and play.

You know a place to hang out
like a modern day candy store,

but then the rumors started.

The allegations came.

The man was arrested, and let
go.

Hiding behind his celebrity,
claiming people were trying

to extort money from him.

I remember he stated that
it was very painful for him,

that financially he
was sacrificing so much

because nobody would hire him.

(Big Dude whimpering)

Not as painful as being
molested, huh?

- No.

- Especially if you're seven
years old.

- [Big Dude] No, please, no.

- You never recovered from that.

So tell me Pete, why
do you people do this?

I want to know.

- I didn't do it.

(snaps fingers)

No.

I didn't do anything.

- Do you know why you're here?

- No.

- No, no idea?
- No.

- No, it's all a mystery to you.

(Big Dude sobbing)

- I forgive you.

I forgive you.

- Let me go.

It wasn't me, no it wasn't me.

- So do you know why you're here
now?

- Yes.

- Oh you do?

That seven year old

was Corrina.

My baby girl.

Pete, that's not very good
begging.

- Please!

- I'm going to tell you
something.

- Please!
- Whatever you're afraid of

right now, I promise you this
is going to get much worse.

I promise.

And I'm going to sit right here,

and I'm going to watch the whole
thing.

(Big Dude whimpering)
(suspenseful music)

- Pretend it was your kid.

(Big Dude screaming)

- Die, die!

- Hey love.

Did you do your homework?

- Yep.

- I wish you would pay more
attention

to school than this game.

- Okay Mom, I'm trying to play.

Go!

- Whoa.

The images, they're so real.

They're so much more
real than the Atari 2600.

- What's Atari 2600?

- Never mind.

I have meeting tomorrow,

so Mr. De Gaines,

he's going to drive you to
school.

Your mother, she has,

well something else to do.

I put a little spending money

right over there on your books.

- I wanna work with you.

- Oh Corrina, my baby girl.

We've had this conversation
before.

- I am not a child.

- These are words I don't
want coming out of your mouth.

- You've raised me since
birth on this life.

I paid extra attention to you.

- You want to learn?

You think it's easy, what I do?

This is not a life I want my
daughter to be involved in.

Too much blood money.

I would prefer it if you were a
doctor.

- I can do this.

- [Josip] Oh you can do this?

- I'm ready to do this.

- Oh you're ready?

You're ready.

Okay.

Well this changes everything.

Tomorrow you will get your
orders.

Okay?

You do not get a pass
because you are my daughter.

You will do every test that is
asked of you, you understand?

- I understand.
- Do you understand?

- Yes.

- Good, 'cause this is
not like your video game

where you can press the reset
button.

Once you cross that line,
there is no turning back.

You understand?

- I can do this.

(emotional music)

- My Corrina has gone,

and a new soldier has been born.

Okay, new soldier.

Go pick up the money from
the books and bring it to me.

From now on, you earn your
money.

(birds chirping)

- Boo.

- Ma, I hate when you do that.

- [Gloria] You about done?

- Yeah, I'm just finishing up
this project

for tomorrow's economics class.

Mr. Somatis gave us all this
assignment

on running a funeral
parlor into the ground.

We had to come up with ways

to place the business in the
red.

- God, what the hell kind
of assignment is that?

- Well, we were each handed
this fictitious business.

I asked for a tattoo parlor,

but I was handed AJ's House of
Burial.

So I made AJ, who runs the
funeral parlor,

this alcoholic crook.

He's a sad and terrible
salesman,

he has poor business sense,

and well, he tries to stay
afloat

by stealing people's credit
cards and overpriced caskets.

- Sounds like this guy just
needs a rope to hang from.

- Mom, when I die,

can you cremate me and
bury my ashes near Pop-Pop?

- Hey, stop that talk!

You're gonna outlive me.

So when I die, you can cremate
me

and put my ashes by Pop-Pop,
okay?

- Mom, promise me, I'm serious.

- Thomas!

- [Thomas] Promise!

- I promise.

I promise!

Now promise me you'll do the
same.

I wanna pinky swear.

Okay.

- Okay.

(knocking)

- [Mikey] Hang on a second!

- [Corrina] Hey it's me, it's
Corrina.

- You have a great day, come
give your mama some love, muah.

Gonna be late.

- I should've stayed home today.

I mean, most of the teachers are
away

at a dorky teacher con anyway.

(suspenseful music)

- [Man] Hey.

- Here's your lunch.

Hey.

Who's that little girl
you talk to every day?

The one you gave your helmet to?

- Oh, she's Georgia.

She's cool.

I think she's homeless,

but she really likes your
PB&J sandwiches by the way.

- I'm gonna be late.

- Is she really homeless?

- I mean, ah,

she's there in the mornings

and then she's there when we get
out

and one person caught her
peeping into the windows.

I just don't really know.

- I love you.

Get going.

(trunk creaks)

- You wanna earn respect?

Sell hard.

- Take care.

- Hey Thomas!

I love ya!

- For your protection,
in case you need it.

Our secret.

Don't tell your dad.

(trunk creaks)

- Truly blows.

We should just stay home today.

- I know, I begged my
mom to let me stay home,

but she forced me to be here.

Thank got we have Somatis,
then we get to go home.

- You want one?

- Oh god no, I tried one of
those earlier.

They taste like shit.

Where'd you get 'em?

- Rich girl, Corrina.

She was throwing 'em at us in
gym.

- She's in my next class.

We both have Somatis.

- I do too, but Somatis left
this morning.

He had some kind of an
emergency.

His sister's store got
shot up or something.

It's sad.

- Jesus!

(suspenseful music)

- My name is Mr. Harper.

Now some of you guys
know me from automotive.

Mr. Somatis had an emergency,

so I'm keeping my eye on class
today.

You guys are lucky.

You get to do nothing
for the next 45 minutes.

(suspenseful music)

- [Josip] Once you cross that
line,

there is no turning back.

(suspenseful music)

(gunfire rattles)

(somber music)

(kids screaming)

(gun firing)

(gun fires)

(sirens wail)

(people screaming)

(somber music)

- I'm Gloria Nation.

(Gloria wailing)

Bear, Bear!

- Motherfucker!

What did you do?

What did you do?

(Gloria sobbing)

(birds chirping)

- There you are.

I was wondering where you went.

Here.

How are you holdin' up?

- Still surreal.

- Yeah, well it's only been
what,

six weeks?

It'll ease soon.

When CW left, do you know
it took me nearly three

goddamn years to deal with it?

- Yeah.

- You're gonna see and
hear things every day

that remind you of Tommy.

Hell, I still do every day with
CW.

But I realize

that his soul

left this world.

- Mama?

- [Myra] What?

- I don't know if I can
make it without my baby boy.

- [Myra] That boy always made me
smile.

- Still does.

¶ Whenever you are sad and blue
¶

¶ No one to tell your troubles
to ¶

¶ Remember me ¶

¶ I'm the one who loves you ¶

- You used to sing that
to me when I was a baby.

- [Myra] Oh yes I did.

That stupid song.

You remember it, huh?

I'm so surprised that you
remember it.

- That's my favorite, Mama.

- Do you know that song always
put a smile on your face?

Yeah.

Anytime my little girl was
upset,

that song

always put a smile

on that beautiful, beautiful
face.

Aww.

Help me up.

You know what?

I wanna give you something.

(gentle guitar music)

- You told me you got rid
of this after Pop-Pop died.

- I know, I know.

Child, I told you many things.

Sometimes it was to protect you.

Look around, see everything?

Pretty much everything in here
was his,

and now it's yours.

Whatever you want.

Just take it.

- What's the matter, baby girl?

- I can't do it.

Please put the training
wheels back on, Pop-Pop.

- What do you mean you can't do
it?

You have to try again.

You can't just quit.

Listen to me.

Life is about courage.

It takes courage to get back on
the bike,

but you have to try it again.

You don't ever wanna quit.

- Yes, even the bike.

Do you know he actually built
that for the Day of Unity?

- No.

- He had this crazy concept.

One day I would love to see
every biker--

- Come together.

No race problem, no club
problems,

no arguments, no fights,
no nastiness among 'em.

Just forget all that, put it
aside

and remember the key word,
biker.

The only thing you'd have
in common then would be

the openness of the road, riding
your bike

with the free wind
hitting you in the face.

That's what it is, true bikers

because what that is is
whether they're guy bikers,

girl bikers, whatever it is

they're banding together
for a common cause.

Peace, love, and above all else,

- [Both] Unity.

- That

was your daddy.

Come here.

- You sounded just like him.

- Oh come here, you silly girl.

- [Gloria] Thank you.

(blues music)

(knocking)

- Sure he's here?

- Yeah, yeah.

- [Bear] Hey Mikey, we need to
chat.

- What's up man?

- [Bear] Quickly.

- [Mikey] Man.

- We only got a couple of
minutes, man.

He's gonna be here.

- You guys want a beer?

You know Vito had the greatest
idea with these things.

You take 'em, and then you
dip 'em in the product.

It's a fuckin' killer concept,
man.

- Fuck, man!
- This ain't a social visit.

What the fuck did Vito
get you mixed up in, man?

Kids are dead because of
this shit you cooked up, man.

Alfonso is pissed.

He's on his way here.

Now, if you listen to me I
can probably keep you alive.

Where's your cut?

- It's in the bedroom, I think,
why?

I cut some of those with
formaldehyde.

- [Rascal] Found it.

- Toss it to Tripod.

Now where is the money you made

from this non-club venture,
Mikey?

Holy shit!

All that?

When they walk in, you say
nothing.

Listen to me.

Let me do all the talking, say
nothing.

I'll handle this.

(knocking)

Open the door.

Start up a business like this

without clearing it with us
first.

Even if you were doing it with
the best intentions in mind.

Alfonso has the last say!

You know that.

- Hi, Mikey.

Hm, hm.

Mikey, Mikey.

What do we have here, Mikey?

Ooh!

Nice.

(Alfonso sighs)

How much is here?

And how much in inventory?

Are you listening to my
questions, huh?

Dale.

- He asked you a question.

- You don't understand me,
right?

Maybe, maybe we should
rephrase the questions.

Like in the DMV when they ask
you

the same simple questions
three, four times, right?

- [Man] That's fine.

(Alfonso laughs)

- What are you doing in
this apartment, Mikey?

What are you doing?

Because it sure seems like
you're running some game here.

- I'm not sure I heard the
question right.

(Alfonso sighs)

- You are done.

(Mikey groans)

- Alfonso, please, I swear,

I didn't mean any disrespect.

I was just trying to
do something on my own,

and the money, the money is all
yours.

Take it, and the product?

Take it, take everything.

I wanted to show you--
- Turn him around.

Kids were killed eating this
shit.

(ominous music)

(Mikey groans)

(gentle guitar music)

(bottles clatter)

(somber music)

- They didn't give me a parade
when I came home neither.

They called me baby killer.

They spit on me like I was shit!

I wanna give you something.

Give me your hand.

Thank you for your service.

(dramatic music)

(somber music)

- Georgia, right?

Hi, I'm Gloria.

- Thomas's mom?

Yeah, I know.

I thought you were the
man in the Cadillac.

- It's late for you to be out.

Your family must be worried.

Do you need a ride back?

- No.

My mom ran away with my uncle.

My father dropped me off here.

He said he was gonna get gas.

He said he was gonna be right
back.

- When did he leave?

- A while ago, I guess.

- Thomas used to love that
helmet.

- Yeah, I know.

And peanut butter and jelly
sandwiches.

- Yes he did.

- I saw it, all of it.

All the way up to the man in the
Cadillac.

- What, what did you see?

Tell me, please.

Please, just tell me.

What did you see?

- I was in the tree.

I watched the man in the
Cadillac give the bad girl a
bag.

She had guns, and candy.

She shot the kids in the
classroom.

Thomas tried to save them.

He tried to stop her,

but he shot the bad girl with
her own gun,

and the security guard shot
Thomas.

He must've thought that Thomas

was the bad girl, but he wasn't.

He tried to save them.

- You said you thought I
was the man in the Cadillac.

What did you mean by that?

- He comes every night.

Sometimes with men on
motorcycles.

- The day of the shooting,

where was he?

- Right where he is now.

(ominous music)

- Oh, officer, thank God!

- Ma'am, walk away from the girl
now.

- No, but there's a man over
there--

- Ma'am, step away from the girl
now.

- There's a man--
- This is your last warning.

Step away from the little girl.

We don't want you, we want the
girl.

Go back to the shop, Gloria.

- Do I know you?
(Georgia screams)

- Move out of the way.

- Georgia, run!

(intense music)

Give me that, now run, over
there.

(knocking)

I need help.

- You show up in the middle of
the night

with some off the wall
story and some filthy kid?

My god, woman.

I get you've been through
some shit, okay I get it,

but we are not friends!

- I didn't have anywhere else to
go.

I can't trust anybody else!

I'm just asking you to
help me this one time!

- We are not friends.

I don't know why you're here.

- If what Georgia saw is true,

then this changes everything.

My son is innocent!

He was acting in self-defense!

Help me on this.

Rita, you gotta help me on this.

- Come on, Rita, she's in
trouble

and she's one of us.

- No, see that's where y'all are
wrong.

She left!

She is the one that chose a new
life.

She bailed.

She's the one that turned
her back on her sisters.

- Rita, it's my son!

It would clear his name.

- Not my problem.

- Those bikers had our patches
on 'em.

All of your patches, all
of our patches on 'em.

So this does pertain to you, and
you!

All of us!

Help me out this one time.

- What's goin' on?

- She got herself into some
trouble,

but she's gonna go ahead
and get herself out.

(knocking)

See who's at the door.

(ominous music)

- It's a cop!

- All right, all right.

All right, all right.

You and little miss sunshine go
upstairs.

- Come on.

- Everybody pay attention,
be alert, watch the street.

Just go get the door.

- [Woman] Can I help you,
officer?

- I'm sorry to bother ya.
- Come on in.

- We're conducting a house to
house search

for a felon and a child believed
to be armed and dangerous.

(cop groans)

- I know this prick, he ain't no
cop.

He works down at the prison.

(glass tinkles)
(intense music)

(gun fires)

The other's still back up the
street.

- [Woman] What the hell
are we gonna do now?

- We take care of our own.

(gentle guitar music)

- Absolutely, definitely.

Gonna make a pickup for Alfonso.

(gentle guitar music)

- [Gloria] Wouldn't you rather

have a drink with somebody else?

- I go with my heart, lady.

- Aw, Jojo I don't feel it.

- I know.

Just have a drink with me.

Weird thing about life.

How do you love someone when
you know you can't have 'em?

I've known you pretty
much your whole life.

Loved you from afar.

But I respect the brotherhood,
and CW.

I choose to keep my love for you

as a brother would his sister.

- Junior looks like he's
settling in

pretty nicely, don't ya think?

- He's the toughest son
of a bitch I've ever met.

¶ Going gets gone ¶

¶ Don't ask where I'm headed ¶

¶ I don't know ¶

- Hey Bailey.

I got a couple clients
coming in, you want 'em?

- Is it chicks?

- [Bear] They're chicks.

- Shit yeah.

- I ain't tattooin' nobody.

- Bailey.

Take off the coat.

- Shit, right, cool.

- Well I'd better get Georgia
out of this atmosphere.

Don't want her around this too
long.

- [Bear] Yeah, that's
probably a good idea.

¶ They feel free ¶

¶ Running over them pains with
you ¶

¶ Searching for a chance to get
away ¶

- Hey.

- I made this for you, Gloria.

It's Thomas.

You said he's an angel with
Pop-Pop now, in heaven.

So I drew this for you of our
two angels

to always be here, and that's
you.

¶ Soul inside just multiplies ¶

¶ Roaming shadows free as a kite
¶

¶ One less thing to get over now
¶

¶ Rolling with a head I won't go
¶

- Thank you.

It's beautiful.

- Did the captain do good?

- Captain did great.

¶ Rolling with a voice that's me
¶

¶ All the saints and I feel free
¶

¶ Here's a world where God
blessed me ¶

¶ God blessed me ¶

¶ I feel free ¶

- Hey Bear.

I gotta go pick up my kid,
so Mitty's workin' late.

You don't want that woman

blowing up your cellphone, trust
me.

- Do what you do, brother.

Do what you do.

I'll let you.
- All right.

- Lookin' great.

Very talented.

- Hey.

- Hey.

- So, I had to see some friends
today,

and while I was there,

I talked to Vito about him
signing the shop over to you.

- And?

- I tried.

But, he did send you some money.

- Thanks.

- It's all right.

I'll let you know.

(somber music)

- My husband's in the courtyard.

- This was Corrina's
favorite spot in the house.

A good spot, I think.

- [Woman] Mr. De Gaines called.

He said he's at the
location, it's being handled.

(crickets chirping)

(intense rock music)

- Georgia!

Your daddy's here!

¶ Take a snow ride on the ¶

- Daddy?

¶ Take a wild ride on the front
line ¶

¶ Of this nation yeah ¶

¶ Remember the lives we had ¶

¶ Remember the ¶

(gunfire rattling)

¶ Remember the dreams we had ¶

¶ Remember all the things we had
¶

¶ In the car ride on the ¶

- Motherfuckers!

¶ Take a hit ride on the mirrors
¶

¶ Watch 'em live like that ¶

¶ Remember the lives we had ¶

¶ Remember ¶

- Georgia!

- Go in the bathroom,
get in the tub, and hide!

¶ Dreams we had ¶

¶ Remember everything you knew ¶

¶ Remember the lives we had ¶

¶ Remember everything we knew ¶

¶ Remember the dreams we had ¶

¶ Remember everything we loved ¶

- [Narrator] Now we run towards

strange thrills and treasures

and unbroken youth.

(Georgia screams)

(gunfire rattles)
(intense music)

- Nancy!

(man groans)

¶ Remember everyone you loved ¶

(gun fires)

- She's gone.

¶ Remember everything you had ¶

¶ Remember the life we had ¶

¶ Remember everything ¶

- Where the fuck is he going?

¶ Remember the God we loved ¶

¶ Remember everything you loved
¶

¶ Remember the lives we had ¶

¶ Remember the memories in your
love ¶

(Georgia screaming)

- Let me go, no, no!

(suspenseful music)

(Bailey grunts)

(ominous music)

- You should've minded your
own business, motherfucker.

(Bailey groaning)

(gun fires)

- How long did you know?

Motherfuck!

That schoolgirl.

Come on, come on.

(men grunting)

(intense music)

(glass tinkles)

(engine revving)

Bailey!

Don't fuckin' do this,
don't fuckin' do this!

You fuckin' scumbag, okay
scumbag,

you wanna play like that,
motherfucker?

Who the fuck are you?

Please Junior, please!

Please, I'll tell 'em you
fuckin' beat the shit outta me,

and they'll let you go.

- Junior, you can't do this
alone.

- You're too late.

I'm not stopping this.

- Tell me where you're at.

- Please Junior, don't do this.

We can work this out, Junior!

- Tell me where you're at.

- You know where I'm going.

Bring your whole fuckin' army.

- You're fuckin' dead!

(engine rumbling)

(birds chirping)

- Oh.

You look like shit.

You okay?

- Yeah.

- You got my piece?

So do they have the kid?

What do you wanna do?

- I don't know.

I'm not sure what's going down
yet.

- Rascal's gun?

Now what'd you say
about Tripod and Rascal?

- They were in deep with those
guys,

and they came at me.

I did what I had to do.

- Tripod and Rascal?

Yo!

No, no, no.

- Yeah.

- Okay, I'm gonna hit that door

on the other side of the
building.

I'm goin' in there and I'm
shooting

that gum chewing fuck in the
face.

Element of surprise, just like
the old days, right Sarge?

- Hoorah.

- Let's get these sons of
bitches.

(dramatic music)

(gun fires)

- Let's go get that little girl.

You take right flank.

(intense music)

(men grunting)

- Come on.

(men grunting)

- Hey!

(gunfire rattles)

(ominous music)

(gun fires)

- You sick fuck, what did you
do?

- Oh, I have a little surprise
for you.

- Where's the fucking girl?

- Looks like you and I
have Mexican standoff.

- Nah, we just have
another dead terrorist.

(gun clicking)

- What kind of soldier
doesn't check his own piece?

(gun fires)

Stupid fucking soldier.

- Fuck you!

- Nothing is what it seems huh,
nothing.

- Fuck you!

- Oh yes, why don't you come
over here

and beat the shit out
of me, I'm so scared.

Look at me, I'm shaking.

Bet when you woke up this
morning,

you didn't think today
would be like this, huh?

You got up, took a shit, had a
shower,

put on your clothes.

You thought today would be
different,

but I didn't think that, you
know why?

Because I'm a businessman.

I plan everything, I calculate.

Hey, hot shot.

Got a little surprise for you,
oh yeah.

It's gonna blow your mind.

Bear, stand up.

- I'm sorry, bud.

Cash truly is king.

What the fuck is this?

(gun fires)

- [Josip] Yes, well.

- [Bailey] Eat shit!

- I never trust anyone who
would betray a friend for money.

We're not so much different, you
and I.

We're both soldiers.

- I'm not a soldier.

I'm a Marine.

- Oh yes, that's right, you're a
Marine.

Big fucking Marine.

Whose cause do you fight for,
huh?

Yours or theirs?

You have all these medals
on your neck and your chest.

You come home, you're a
stranger in your own country.

For what?

My friend, money wins.

So checkmate, motherfucker.

(gun fires)

(percussive music)

(gun fires)

(dramatic music)

- Hey.

- Stay with us.

Help is on the way.

Where's Georgia?

(Georgia screaming)

(somber music)

(intense music)

(gun fires)

(gun fires)

(triumphant music)

(blues music)

(people chattering)

(eerie music)

- Hey, send this out for me?

- I'll send this out today.

By the way, you've got a
visitor.

You know the routine.

Stand, extend your hands through
the bars.

- Who?

- Blonde, guess it's your wife.

All right, let's go.

(ominous music)

- What time you guys got?

My wife.

- This is for Jorge.

Reino de la Furia, hermano.

(shiv clatters)

(people chattering)

(doorbell rings)

(knocking)

(gentle piano music)

- [Gloria] The night Vito was
killed,

he had signed the paperwork
that he was holding onto.

I guess it was the guilt
of knowing a side business

you orchestrated from prison

caused your son to lose his
life.

(door whirring)

- Well?

So you just gonna admire
her, or you gonna mount her?

(upbeat music)

¶ There's another ¶

¶ Ride to nowhere ¶

¶ Yeah the wind keeps calling my
name ¶

¶ We all want the freedom ¶

¶ Without the pain ¶

¶ Sometimes we think that ¶

¶ There's nothing left to gain ¶

¶ Uh-Huh ¶

¶ It can't be so wrong
when it feels so right ¶

¶ Can't be so wrong if
I wanna be an outlaw ¶

¶ It'll be so wrong if
I could never find you ¶

¶ Ever again ¶

¶ America is nothing ¶

¶ Without the red white and blue
¶

¶ In the hearts of me and you ¶

¶ Hey yeah ¶

¶ All the miles ¶

¶ Leave a trail ¶

¶ All our brothers and
sisters never fail ¶

¶ I found our heroes ¶

¶ They're everywhere ¶

¶ On the porches ¶

¶ Living out the days ¶

¶ Oh yeah ¶

¶ Can't be so wrong if it feels
so right ¶

¶ Can't be so wrong if
I wanna be an outlaw ¶

¶ It would be so wrong if
I could never find you ¶

¶ Ever again ¶

¶ America is nothing ¶

¶ Without the red white and blue
¶

¶ In the hearts of me and you ¶

¶ It can't be so wrong
when it feels so right ¶

¶ Can't be so wrong when
I wanna be an outlaw ¶

¶ Can't be so wrong
when it feels so right ¶

¶ Can't be so wrong
when it feels so right ¶

¶ Can't be so wrong if
I wanna be an outlaw ¶

¶ Can't tell me right
can't tell me wrong ¶

¶ Can't tell me right
can't tell me wrong ¶

¶ Can't tell ¶

- [Gloria] I'll always have the
spirit

of my son and my daddy
with me wherever I go.

As for me, I am the phoenix.

When it feels it's face
to face with death,

it recycles its life.

A new beginning.

As it reemerges from its own
ashes, totally reborn, renewed.

I am very much alive.

I am Gloria Nation, ready
to fight another fight.

Until then.

¶ Lordy lordy lordy ¶

- Actually, you know what
I'd like to see one day?

All bikers come together,

peace, love, and above all else,
unity.

(gentle guitar music)

¶ Not a soul in sight just
morning light ¶

¶ Shining in the shadows
pretty as a diamond ¶

¶ God blessed me with an open
road ¶

¶ I'm going where the hell I
wanna go ¶

¶ Open road ¶

¶ Open road ¶

¶ Ah ¶

¶ Sleek and strong and all night
long ¶

¶ We're goin' goin' goin'
'til the goin' gets gone ¶

¶ Don't ask where I'm headed ¶

¶ I don't know ¶

¶ I'm going where the hell I
wanna go ¶

¶ Open road ¶

¶ Open road ¶

¶ Have you ever felt your
feet when they feel free ¶

¶ Running on them pavement here
¶

¶ Searching for a chance to get
away ¶

¶ Begging to make a change ¶

¶ But the only time I
feel like I am free ¶

¶ Is when I hit the ¶

¶ Open road ¶

¶ Oh the open road ¶

¶ Oh the open road ¶
¶ Not a soul in sight ¶

¶ Just golden light ¶

¶ Shining in the shadows
pretty as a diamond ¶

¶ God blessed me with that open
road ¶

¶ Going where the hell I wanna
go ¶

¶ Not a soul all the
things that I feel free ¶

¶ There's a world where God
blessed me ¶

¶ With all the pains that I feel
free ¶

¶ With the world that God
blessed me ¶

¶ All the things that I feel
free ¶

¶ Here's a world where God
blessed me ¶

¶ All the things that I feel
free ¶

¶ Where the world where God
blessed me ¶

¶ All the things that I feel
free ¶

¶ Here's a world where God
blessed me ¶

¶ With all the pains that I feel
free ¶

¶ Here's a world where God
blessed me ¶

¶ All these things that I feel
free ¶

¶ In a world where God blessed
me ¶