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When I first took a deal to become an

undercover informant in a biker gang,

I did it to save my own skin.

But over the next three
years, putting bad guys away

became my personal mission.

I saw it as a chance to make
amends for my past mistakes.

But I paid a heavy price.

I'm Charles Falco, and this is my story.

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Before we go any further,

let's just get one thing clear.

It's pronounced
Vah-goes, not Vay-goes.

It comes from the Spanish
word for 'vagabond'.

The Vagos motorcycle gang,

they're five times bigger than
the Hell's Angels in California

and they are that much more violent.

Yeah, that's deep enough.

They're mixed up in all
kinds of organized crime.

So to try to keep a lid on things,

the feds put an informant in the gang.

But things didn't go quite as planned.

There's one occupational hazard that all

informants face: Getting found out.

So, uh... which of you gents
wants to have the honor?

Lemme do it. Please.

Be my guest, Prospect.

Shut up, snitch!

Look into my eyes.

You see a real man in there?

Good, 'cause that's the last thing

you're ever gonna see.

Shit.

Alright... Fill it up.

So at that point the feds
are down an informant.

And now they need a new one.

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Why me?

I guess it's the price I had
to pay for my past mistakes.

The trouble with me?

I'm not very good at looking ahead.

Back in 2003, I thought I had it made.

Big house, three cars, beautiful wife.

I'm making a hundred K a month

cooking and dealing crystal meth.

But you know how it goes.

You get a taste for these
things and you can't stop.

A meth high lasts for hours

and makes you feel sharp, at first.

It affects the neurotransmitters
in the brain that release

dopamine, and dopamine
is all about pleasure.

And, uh, I love to experience pleasure.

Yeah.

Come out, come out wherever you are...

There you are. I gotcha.

But before you know it,

it's got you.

See? See? See? See? With the black windows.

I see you.

And the longer you go,

the lower you go.

You forget things

like the fact that your
wife walked out on you.

And your friends, they are long gone.

Oh man, what a waste. Shit.

Don't move! Don't move.

Keep your hands up...

Don't move or you're dead!

Asthma and you smoke crystal?

Back then I just wanted
to stay out of jail.

They want names. I give them names.

But they're not impressed.

Not until I give them
over my partner, Bernard.

He's a big fish. Buys me time.

For the next six months I have to piss

in a vial every few days.

Gets me clean for the first time in years.

I even quit steroids.

Looking back, that bust
probably saved my life.

What's up, boss?

Hands in the air!

I keep cooperating helping
bust mid-level dealers.

I start to realize I got
a chance to make amends.

But I'm limbo, I know it can't last.

That's when I get a call from the

San Bernardino Organized
Crime Unit, Samantha Kiles.

Well, it doesn't look good.

You know, you're looking
at a minimum twenty years?

Maybe I can help.

You ever heard of the Vagos?

The biker gang? Sure.

They're a big problem around these parts.

Drug trafficking, murder,
assaults, extortion.

We're trying to build a case against them.

And?

You think you could get inside?

You want me to join a biker gang?

You wanna stay out of prison, right?

Look lady, I know dealers, alright?

I don't know anything about bikers...

You don't have to.

Look at it this way: In many respects

you're the ideal candidate.

Most informants have to
invent whole previous lives.

But you grew up in the valley, right?

You know the streets.

You know the dealers.

And given your background,
I'm sure you can figure it out.

So what, so do I get paid for this, or... ?

It doesn't work that way.

How you go about it is up to you.

All we ask is that you
gather evidence for us,

and in return we'll think
about reducing your sentence.

You'll think about it?

No promises.

What if I don't find any 'evidence'?

Then I guess you go to prison.

So where is this biker gang?

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San Bernardino county,

the birthplace of American biker life.

Hell's Angels, Mongols, Outlaws...

They've all left their tire
tracks on the desert roads.

And so have the Vagos.

But you ain't cuttin' it honey.

We are not makin' the bills...

By now I've done my research on the gang.

They were formed back in '65.

And they're divided into 47 chapters.

The chapter that I'm
going to try and infiltrate

one of the most notorious of the lot.

The question is, how do
you get close to them?

I don't even look like a biker.

You know I was just
this tweaker Kid, right.

I rehearse my story.

I try to think of all
the questions they'll ask.

Focus.

A Vago saved my life.

What would make me someone
they'd want to recruit?

A Vago saved my life.

I just wanted to buy
'em a beer to thank 'em.

As a so called one
percenter motorcycle club,

Vagos are notoriously violent.

And nowhere is more dangerous
than their local bar,

the rat catcher.

As I walk to the door,

I feel this huge adrenaline rush.

It's like the first time I did a deal.

But this, this wasn't like any
kind of deal I've ever done.

As I step into the rat catcher,

the first thing I notice,
besides the smell of rancid beer

and stale piss, is the tension.

It's like a countdown to the next fight.

Where the real party starts,

and there's blood all over the floor.

Excuse me, can I get a beer?

You lookin' for something?

Is that a leading question?

It depends on what you're looking for.

Just a friendly place to have a beer.

Well, that is about 20 Miles west of here.

You do know where you are, right?

Sure.

Is there a problem?

See that guy over there?

That's my old man, Kid.

Vice President of the local Vagos.

And he's wondering what
you're doing in their bar.

You might want to take that as
a polite invitation to leave.

Yeah, I might.

Or, I might want to meet him.

So now I'm on.

What I say next I've
practiced a thousand times.

Now it's show time.

Do I know you?

I just wanted to buy you a beer.

Oh yeah?

You wanna tell me why?

Well, it's a long story.

Is there a short version?

Sure.

I wanted to thank a Vago.

For what?

Well, that's the long version.

Why don't you sit down and
try not to waste my time?

Okay.

So... back in the mid-90s, I'm in Vegas.

And I'm tweaking. I'm outta money.

And that, that caused me to
do the most dumb-ass thing

I've ever done in my life.

I'm staying at this hotel
and there's this huge

jewellery convention, stalls
and booths, with like thousands

and thousands of dollars worth
of gold and silver and diamonds.

And at the end of each day,
they just pack up all their stuff

and they carry it up to their rooms.

And I'm thinking that's gotta be like

taking candy from a baby, right?

So I spot this old couple

and I follow them onto the elevator...

I got it all planned.

I'm gonna force them into their room,

grab their stuff, point
the gun in their faces.

By the time they're done
shittin' their pants,

I'm long gone, right?

I didn't plan on that.

Sounds tough.

So did you get the hell out or what?

Well, I figure I'm screwed, right?

Do I run? Or do I get what I came for?

So what'd you do?

I'm the one with the gun, right?

Get in there!

They got cameras in the elevators,

so I take the stairs.

This is the ingenious
part of the plan, okay?

I've got two sets of clothes on.

They'll be looking for the
guy that robbed that couple.

Not this guy.

So I hit the casino floor, I'm walking out,

heart's in my mouth.

I can see the exit. I'm thinking, I did it.

I'm home free baby!

Hey, stop right there!

Stop right there!

So?

I did a year for armed robbery.

It's federal. Where'd you do your time?

Just in, uh, Lompoc.

Lompoc.

That's my second home.

Oh yeah?

Well, it was my first time.

Anyway. Long setup I know. I'm sorry.

So in prison I'm just this tweaker Kid.

I didn't know any of the rules.

I don't know what I did
to piss this guy off,

but he decides he's gonna kill me.

He's got a shiv.

And out of nowhere comes this huge guy.

Hauls him and just starts
kicking the shit out of him.

That guy, he had a tattoo of a 22.

And then I found out later that it stood

for the twenty-second
letter of the alphabet.

V for Vago.

A Vago saved my life.

I promised myself when I get out of jail,

I'm gonna find a Vago.

I'm gonna, I'm gonna thank him.

It took me a while, but...

did you get his name?

Hmm?

The Vago in Lompoc.

Did you get his name?

No man. I never got the chance, you know.

The deputies, they broke
it up and then they just

transferred him to different unit.

What kinda piece were you carrying?

Oh man, just a cheap nine millimeter.

You know, I traded this
Kid some rocks for it

back when I was cooking meth.

You wanna know the funny part of the story?

It wasn't even loaded.

So you're a chef?

I was.

You still into that?

Nah, man.

I got too messed up 'bro.

Nah, I just stick to weed now.

Anyway, I won't take up
any more of your time.

Thank you.

What's your name?

It's Charlie.

Kid.

Darko.

Stash.

And my young old lady, Red.

The best bullshit is always half true.

The true part of my story, The robbery.

I'm not proud of that.

The jail part?

I got probation, instead of prison,

because the gun wasn't even real.

And the Vago who saved my ass?

Word for word one of the
best lies I've ever told.

By the end of the night,

I got myself some new friends.

Nice story.

And like it or not,

those were the only
friends I was gonna have

until this whole thing was over.

A couple of months into my infiltration,

I have a routine.

I'm not getting paid to be undercover,

so I work at this garage all day.

When I get home, I just want to sleep.

But that's when the real job starts.

Most of the Vagos ride bikes.

Then there's Stash.

He's just too wasted to ride anything.

Let's go!

But since he's tight with the gang,

I become his chauffeur.

Yeah!!!

You ready to party tonight or what?

Yeah man, of course.

Oh.

I almost forgot.

You know what that is?

That's a 44 Magnum.

That's pretty sweet, right?

Yeah, where the hell did you get that?

What's it to you?

Nothin' man.

Whatever. Just put it away.

I don't wanna get pulled.

I quickly learn to be
careful with the questions.

At that point, I'm friendly
with some of the gang

members, but I'm no closer
to becoming one of them.

That was all about to change.

What's up, man?

Check out the I.E.

What's the problem?

Inland Empire.

A skinhead in our bar.

That was the first time I witnessed

a Vago stomping.

He was lucky to get out of there.

But he didn't go quietly

Tell the rest of your friends!

Hey! Hey!

Hey hey hey!

It's an unwritten rule

you never touch a biker's bike.

But I didn't know at that time.

Did you catch him?

Nah.

But I got his plate number.

We'll find him.

You touch my bike?

I was just making sure it was okay, man.

Somebody get the Hang-Around a beer.

I was at the rat catcher last night.

The next day I call Samantha Kiles.

So I'm a Hang-Around now.

Being made a Hang-Around is the first step

in becoming a Vago.

I'm in now, right?

Suddenly there's someone
she wants me to meet.

You Mike Kozinski?

Yeah.

Falco?

Yeah.

How ya doin'?

I'm alright.

You?

Have a seat.

They call me Koz.

Koz?

Yeah.

Got it.

Can I get a coffee?

Now detective Kiles tells
me you're interested in

some undercover work.

Yeah sure if it keeps me out of jail.

You clean? You sober right now?

Uh-huh. Eight months.

That's good. You married?

No. Not anymore.

Girlfriend?

Nope.

No ties.

How much d'you know about the Vagos?

Well, I know a few of the guys.

Other than that not much.

Kiles said you're a Hang-Around.

Yeah.

Alright.

Well what happens from here,
if one of the guys likes you and

wants to sponsor you,
you become a Prospect.

It means you become their slave

24 hours a day seven days a week.

And your life's gonna be pretty much over.

I get it man.

It's hard.

Just tell me what you need.

Well what I need is for
you to gather evidence.

Times. Dates. Any kind
of illegal transactions.

Now if you're gonna be of any
use to me at all you need to

get in deeper than just a Hang-Around.

Well, they did invite me on this run.

Really? Huh.

What's your ride? Whadda you got out there?

Whadda you mean?

Your bike. What's your bike?

I drive. I got a car.

Uh-huh. Okay.

You just follow behind
in your Honda Accord?

Well, it's a Ford.

It's a Ford.

You know how to ride a motorcycle?

No.

You wanna infiltrate a
motorcycle gang you don't

know how to ride a motorcycle?

Do I have a choice in this?

What's this?

That's your probationary
contract between you and the

bureau of alcohol, tobacco and firearms.

I thought you were DEA?

No. I'm a special agent with the ATF,

but we're all in this
together one way or another.

This basically, it's a
lot of legal bullshit,

but the essence of it is
that you agree to become a

confidential informant
and I'm your handler.

Okay?

You're gonna check in
with me on a nightly basis.

You think of me as sort of a cross between

your wife and your mother.

Now the important part is the
part that says we stay your

charges as long as you're working for us.

You got a pen?

So how long is this thing gonna run for?

Depends how long you last.

What do you think's the most dangerous part

about being in a motorcycle gang?

Say obviously gettin' found out.

No. Riding a motorcycle.

You might wanna think about some lessons.

You gonna pay for those?

That was fun.

The biggest deal for every bike gang

is a bike run.

It's a road trip and a
party rolled into one.

Fire it up.

And it usually results in casualties.

This is the first time
I lay eyes on the chapter

president, the boss, Schizo.

Ready to ride?

Let's roll.

If I'm gonna get inside this
gang and stay out of jail,

Schizo's the man I need to get to.

On a run, every outlaw biker

chapter rides in strict formation.

Up front is the chapter's
road captain, Lizard.

Next comes the president, Schizo.

Alongside him, the vice-president, Kid.

Then, sergeant-at-arms, Darko.

The rest of the chapter,

they all follow behind in pairs.

At the back are what bikers call Cages Cars

and trucks good for hauling
beer and Prospects without bikes.

You know how long I've been a Prospect?

Two years.

I done enough shit to earn
my patch ten times over.

So why are you not patched?

I can't afford the wheels.

Three hours later, we
arrive at our destination.

And that's when I discover
that biker runs serve

another purpose marking territory.

Hey.

What?

Is that them there?

No, no, no. Keep going.

Lake Havasu in Arizona marks the

very edge of the Vagos patch.

Here. Here, here, here.

This is it.

Yes!

Hey Prospect. Dance on one leg for me.

As a Prospect, Stash
is forced to do anything

that a full patch gang member wants.

Come on man!

As a Hang-Around, I
just have to carry beers.

And we had Glocks all over the table.

Puts me in the action though.

And I hear things that could
put people away for years.

The guy starts talking shit,

so my brother picks one of them up.

Shoots him right in the face. Bam!

Sit down.

I said sit down.

You like to smoke,
right? You like to smoke?

Yeah, sure.

It's for you. Go ahead. Toke up. Take it.

So now then.

This Vago in the story
you told about Lompoc.

What was his name again?

I told you, man.

They transferred me
before I caught his name.

I thought you said that
they transferred him.

C'mon man.

They transfer people all the time.

It wasn't this guy, was it?

This is Green.

Hang-around here has
this story about some Vago

saved his ass in Lompoc
in what was it, '94? '95?

'94, mostly.

I was in from '93 to '97.

You two guys never saw each other?

No.

Lompoc's a big pen, right?

I know it's a big pen. I've been there.

You know what I don't buy
about your story, Hang-Around?

I don't buy that a Vago
would put his ass on the line

for some tweaker.

You know what?

There was this Vago.

Up on a weapons charge.

A pair of 22 tatties.

One side or both?

On his neck.

Uh-huh.

Dude's name was Bongo.

It could be.

Well, we got Fresno guys here.

Maybe he's one of them?

Yeah, you want me to check?

I want you to check.

Well, you can try but
you're not gonna find him.

Bongo's dead, man.

Get us some frickin' pretzels or something.

Just get out of here.

Hey Prospect!

Did I say you could stop?

Let's go! Come on.

After 5 hours of playing waiter...

You got any more pretzels?

I'm still no closer to Schizo.

How are you doin'?

See that civilian down there?

Yeah, which one?

The pretty one on the right.

I think she likes you.

Okay.

Well maybe when I get a second I'll say hi.

Just so you know, the girl she's kissing,

that's Schizo's wife, Stella.

And?

Well, I'm just saying Charlie.

Do you want a patch?

There's an easier way in
than being Darko's Butler.

As the Vagos get drunker,

Stash's hazing gets ever more extreme.

Prospect. Strip off.

Woo hoo!

Keep going.

Meanwhile, I take Red's
advice and I look for a

chance to talk to the
girl with Schizo's wife.

I'll be right back.

Woo!

Hey.

Hey.

You're friends with, um...

Stella.

Um-hm.

I'm Suzanna.

Charlie.

Can, can I sit?

You been to a lot of these things?

No, this is my first run.

I thought I liked to
party, but these guys...

Yeah.

It's not my usual scene.

No?

What about you and Stella?

We were friends from high school

and we just sort of hooked up again.

She's pretty full on.

Yeah, I'd say.

You don't look like a biker to me.

No?

What do I look like?

13, 14, 15...

More interesting.

16, 17, 18, 19, 20.

Well I'll take that.

21, 22.

Yeah.

Are you serious?

I forgot you don't have a bike.

Awww. It's a shame.

Hey, it's a good thing
we're giving you that one.

Five minutes to sew that
patch on your cuts, boy.

You're working on your master's?

Sort of.

Why'd you quit?

Uh, I broke up with some guy.

Later that night, I'm
deep into it with Suzanna,

when suddenly things go quiet.

It's like something out of a dream.

Why would a rival biker gang

crash a bar full of Vagos?

Three's hardly an army.

But for bikers, it's all about
showing you're not scared.

Sorry.

With the Vagos, maybe
they should have been.

You made your point, man.

Let's get a beer.

What are you smilin' at?

I have no idea.

Next time remind me to bring some aspirin.

Oh, yeah?

There's gonna be a next time?

If you play your cards right.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Are you dating any of these other guys?

Why? Are you jealous?

No. No. I just don't want any enemies.

No claims on me yet.

Well maybe I'll make one.

Oh leave it,

leave it, leave it, leave it, leave it.

Yeah, okay.

No, no, don't do that.

I got it.

No, no, no.

Shit. I gotta go.

Where you going?

The text is from Darko.

Do me a favor?

Just give me your number.

I'm ordered to church.

We'll see.

All outlaw bike gang hold weekly meetings

they call 'church.'

but only full patch gang
members are allowed inside.

So why am I here?

I'd run if I were you.

What're you talking about?

You're screwed

what do you mean?

Darko.

Somethin' you did on
that run to piss him off.

I wouldn't wanna be in your shoes.

Get your ass up here.

Schizo, I wanted to meet him...

What's goin' on?

Have a seat.

Now, I'm not so sure.

So, Hang-Around, we've
been talking about you.

Tell me again why it
was you came down here?

I told you, man.

I just wanted a change of scenery.

Yeah, see the problem
is nobody here knows you.

So some of the guys've been wondering

if you are who you say you are.

I'm going to need you to fill this out.

What's this?

It's a background check.

Just to make sure you haven't
forgotten to tell us somethin'.

Sure.

You got a pen?

You want me to fill it out now?

No you can bring that back.

And 400 bucks to pay for it.

Because you see I got good
news and I got bad news for ya.

The good news is Kid here has agreed to

sponsor you as a Prospect.

You see but the bad
news is Kid has agreed to

sponsor you as a Prospect.

Now you might think that's a promotion,

but well you'd be wrong.

As a Prospect your ass
belongs to the Vagos,

to this chapter.

You do everything a full patch tells you.

A full patch wants a beer,

you go get him a beer.

A full patch calls you in the
middle of the night because

he needs smokes, what are you gonna do?

Go get him a pack of smokes.

A full patch tells you to fight?

I fight.

If I ask you to kill someone?

I kill someone.

If I call you up in
the middle of the night,

tell you to come over and
screw my old lady while I watch,

what are you gonna do?

I'm gonna ask you to reconsider that.

hey, if you want me to come
over and screw your wife

at three in the morning while you watch,

I'm your man.

Come anywhere near my old lady,

I'll cut your balls off, asshole.

it's a joke Dickweed.

You survive being a Prospect,
God knows how long that could

take, you make it to full patch
there's only one thing that

I can guarantee you.

You're either gonna
wind up dead or in jail.

Are you good with that?

Yeah. I'm good with that.

Kid.

What's this?

Your Prospect kit, genius.

Needle and thread. Condoms.
Pain killers. And tampons.

Tampons?

It's for plugging up bullet holes.

Welcome aboard.

Come here.

you ever make me look stupid, you're dead.

Let's party.

Yeah!

Twenty-two.

I'm one step closer to the brotherhood.

And one step further from prison.

Get me a beer, Prospect.

But this thing, it's just getting going.