Original subtitles

(DISGUISED VOISE) Before I could become

a member of the Vagos biker gang,

I had to prove myself as a prospect.

I went through months of hell trying

to win my patch, the official sign that I was one of them.

There were times, I wondered if I was going to make it,

but if I was going to infiltrate the gang

and make amends for my past, I knew I had to stick it out.

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

[music playing]

CHARLES FALCO (VOICEOVER): Consequences, huh?

I was never any good at thinking through consequences.

I guess that's how I ended up becoming a drug dealer

and facing a 20-year jail term.

[music playing]

Hey, guys.

Hey, prospect.

Wash my bike.

Yeah.

Mine too.

CHARLES FALCO (VOICEOVER): I took a deal

to go undercover in the Vagos motorcycle gang,

thinking that'd be the easy way out.

I should've known better.

19, 20, 21, 22.

[cheering]

Whoa.

Who says we're done, prospect?

22 more.

[laughing]

CHARLES FALCO (VOICEOVER): As a Vago prospect,

I'm subjected to constant hazing.

I have to do whatever a full-patch member

orders me to do.

It's kind of a rite of passage.

[music playing]

CHARLES FALCO (VOICEOVER): Six months

in, I'm starting to think jail wouldn't have been so bad.

Time for a little target practice.

Guys, come on.

Relax.

It's an air gun, you pussy.

It'll barely give you a welt.

What's going on here, boys?

Prospect here is volunteering for some target practice.

That's awfully generous of him.

Don't worry, prospect.

Stash here was a sharpshooter over in Iraq.

At least he would have been, if it wasn't

for that dishonorable discharge.

[laughter]

Stand still, prospect.

[pop]

[laughter]

Hold still.

This one is coming right down the middle.

Shit, things out of gas.

Want a beer?

Oh, wait.

Who says we're done here?

Come on, Stash.

Go get them beers.

Kid sponsored me in as a prospect,

so I guess he feels pity.

I was just messing around.

Inside, dumbass.

CHARLES FALCO (VOICEOVER): These guys

think I'm going through this for the honor of their patch

and a chance to be their brother.

They'd kill me in a second, if they knew the truth.

[music playing]

CHARLES FALCO (VOICEOVER): At the end of every night,

I'm supposed to check in with my ATF handler cops,

but some nights are longer than others.

I hooked up with Suzanna around the same time

I became prospect.

Obviously, I never told her what I'm really doing here,

and at this point, I plan on keeping it that way.

[phone ringing]

Tell your girlfriend to screw off.

Oh, yeah.

Like I'd have time for that.

We're going to get there.

Come on.

Uh-oh, I guess she didn't want to talk to you after all.

[phone vibrating]

I got to go.

- What? - Don't move.

All right?

I'll be right back. OK.

You know where to find me.

CHARLES FALCO (VOICEOVER): Late night

calls to run pointless errands is all a part of being

a viable prospect.

Dark [inaudible] were hungry, so they ordered me to get them

food, but this, it gets me into their house and a glimpse

of all the illegal stuff they're mixed up in.

[music playing]

It feels light, like it's a toy.

That ain't no toy, Hi-Point 995, best value semi on the market.

Yours for 3 ounces [inaudible].

Darko, 3 ounces.

[knocking]

Hey, come on, man.

What took you so long?

Traffic.

We got a deal or what?

Trade for three ounces, you can buy this for 400 bucks

at a Walmart.

400 bucks with a background check.

Prices were a little higher [inaudible]

Well, you cut three ounces and sell it by the gram,

it's a lot more a little higher.

Who asked your opinion?

His ain't got no serial number.

It's untraceable.

I'll give you an ounce for it.

An ounce?

Let me tell you, Stash--

CHARLES FALCO: This is the first time I've run into a Dawg.

Dawg's a Nazi Low Rider, part of a scary white supremacist

prison gang tied to the Aryan Brotherhood.

Schizo.

CHARLES FALCO: Like the Vagos, Nazi Low Riders

are mixed up in the distribution of methamphetamine.

Oh, yeah.

I'd love a lot of that.

Yeah?

Like how much?

Half a pound.

Can you handle that?

I'll get you a price.

You got me the ounce, the gun is yours.

Just put the piece away, Stash.

You look like a cop.

Yeah, well, you look like a child molester.

What are you staring at?

You guys need anything else?

Yeah, Schizo wants to party, you're going.

Oh, I got to work in the morning, man.

Well, it ain't morning yet, is it?

Come on.

Let's go.

See you over there?

Yeah, you're dismissed.

When the chapter president wants to drink,

the whole gang has to join him.

There's no choice.

Stella's busting Schizo's balls again.

It's a Mexican soap opera.

[inaudible] when he's in the Dawghouse.

Yeah.

[engine revs]

Come on, come on, come on, come on.

CHARLES FALCO: So four hours after I narrowly

avoided getting shot at the Ratcatcher, I'm headed back.

I figure at least it's another chance

to get noticed by Schizo.

But the later it gets, the more I realise it's just another

wasted night where I get nowhere.

It gets even worse when I see things that I can't do anything

about without blowing my cover.

Oh.

[puff]

Hey, you OK?

What's it to you, prospect?

She's fine.

CHARLES FALCO: Just when I think the night's totally bottomed

out, my chance arrives.

Listen, asshole, this is a private party.

CHARLES FALCO: Three idiots full of beer

we think they're tough enough to start something in this bar.

I said this is a private party.

What part of that don't you understand?

Hey.

CHARLES FALCO: As a prospect, it's

my responsibility to protect the chapter president.

I hit him just hard enough so he can get up

before the rest of the gang can come in

and the Ratpack stalk him in the hospital.

Quick on the draw on there, prospect.

Go get yourself a beer.

Quick, looks like you found your road name.

I might have been a little too quick, man.

I caught him right in the teeth.

Nothing you can't drink off.

CHARLES FALCO: I don't remember much else of that night.

One punch gets me my nickname, Quick.

Charlie, Charlie?

CHARLES FALCO: Gets me something else too.

[groaning]

[grunt]

CHARLES FALCO: A staph infection from the guy's saliva

spreads from my hand and I almost lose my arm.

I spent a week in the hospital leaving Koz wondering what

the hell's going on.

You can't drop off like that, Charlie.

I thought you were dead.

Close enough.

Get in the car.

How many guns total?

I didn't get a good look, OK?

They're stashed under the floorboards,

like a half a dozen handguns maybe.

Plus the one they traded with this guy, what is it, Dawg?

Yeah, I guess so.

Look, Koz, I don't know how much more of their bullshit

I can take.

What's the matter?

You're tired of push-ups?

All right, well, do you want me to pull you out?

Could end this thing right now, go do your time.

Come on, Charlie, you've just got to be a bit smarter,

you know?

Think of it like a chess game.

You make better moves, you win.

What do you know?

I got no moves, OK?

This is nowhere.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, hey, where are you going?

I'm going to show you something.

How long you been sitting on this?

Been waiting to get it registered in your name.

Blame bureaucracy.

Is something wrong with it?

It's a bit of a yacht.

It's a '92 Harley FLH.

What were you hoping for, hardtail chopper?

If you wear this from a distance,

you might look as cool as me.

Oh yeah?

You ever considered becoming a comedian?

[inaudible]

So whose bike is this?

Strictly speaking, it's the property of the ATF.

[engine revs] But I still think of it as mine.

Oh, yes.

OK, your turn, prospect.

OK, bike's real heavy and clutch is real narrow.

OK, you pop it, you stall.

You think you can ride with that?

Yeah.

[engine revs]

[engine sputers]

Yeah, OK, see?

What did I tell you?

You pop it, you stall it.

Now real gentle, ease off.

[engine revs] There you go.

Nice and slow, nice and easy.

Yeah.

That's right.

There we go.

Oh, shit.

Nice and easy.

Brake.

OK, lots to work on.

Practice off road.

Don't ride in your cuts till we get your license

and registration sorted out, all right?

You break it, you bought it.

Oh hey, Charlie, next time you have

to hit someone, aim for the fleshy part, OK?

[chuckles]

CHARLES FALCO: Personally, I learned,

you go any distance on a Harley, you

feel like you've gone five rounds with a heavyweight.

And believe me, at 771 pounds with a full tank of gas,

a '92 FLH Electra Glide is a heavy weight.

It takes me a few weeks, but before I know it,

I got my license and I'm riding in my cuts.

Now all I have to do is impress the right people.

Is that Falco?

I thought you said you were broke.

What?

I thought you said you were broke.

Oh, you know, installment plan, little buddy.

Want to know the last thing I learned?

Cops will take any excuse to pull over an outlaw biker.

In this case, a broken taillight gets me a ticket and a warning

to get it fixed within the next 24 hours.

It also gives me an excuse to get in deeper with the oldest

Vago in the chapter, a guy who knows more about motorcycles

than William S. Harley and Arthur Davidson combined.

[whirring]

Lizard.

Prospect.

What's up?

I just need help with a repair.

Is that cool?

Bring it in.

CHARLES FALCO: For some reason, Lizard

likes to work stark naked.

Not that anyone would dare suggest that there's anything

unusual in this.

'92 FLH, sounds like it ain't been run for a while.

Where'd you get it?

I know some guy in San Bernardino.

He must have had it in his garage for a couple of years.

You can tell that?

Let's get high.

Oh, I mean, I got stuff to do.

OK, just a toke.

You know, just having a bike ain't going to get you no patch

and you ain't going to find it chasing around out there

either.

It's what you got going on in here.

You dig?

Sure.

CHARLES FALCO: When I go back to Lizard's, I'm

hoping for a bike that runs smooth, has a new tail light.

Hey.

What I get is something else altogether.

Hey, hey, Lizard, where's my bike?

It's gone.

What do you mean?

Thought you'd like this one better.

You fixed the tail light?

Oh, yes, I fixed the tail light.

And I started looking at all the dirty parts.

Your camshaft had too much [inaudible]..

So I gave you new cam, heads, replaced the gaskets

in your manifold and carburetor, and then I upgraded you

to a six speed tranny.

Then things kind of snowballed a little bit,

so I decided to ditch the fender and the fairing

the previous owner staked his cool on.

And then I ditched the rear pussy shocks

so that the proud new owner could ride hardtail like a man.

Wow.

That's a bikers' bike you got there, prospect.

Thanks., man.

You're welcome.

Where did you say you got this thing again?

Some guy in the classifieds.

Maybe you should take it for a ride

by so you can rub his nose in it.

Yeah, maybe I will.

Look, Ed, that was kind of freaking me out.

How much is this going to cost me?

More than you can afford, I'm guessing.

Let's just say you owe me.

OK, you let me know.

Don't worry, I will.

Boys, let's ride.

Let's ride.

CHARLES FALCO: First thing I notice

is how much better the ride is after Lizard's work.

Still vibrates like a beast, but it's a part of my body now.

[inaudible] Lizard!

CHARLES FALCO: The second thing I realised

is [inaudible] and Lizard, they grew up on two wheels.

It's like if this were the last minute on Earth,

this way they'll die happy.

Me?

I'm terrified.

But I got to keep up if I'm going to be one of them.

All of a sudden, it hits me.

I get it.

Some small part of me, it really wants this.

This is the whole point, riding by the seat of your pants,

taking it to the absolute limit, and facing your fears

and just riding on past them.

[cackling]

Well?

How is she rolling now?

[laughter]

Uno, does, tres, amigos.

[coughing]

What is it?

BC bud, first time I smoked it,

I picked a fight with a cactus.

How come we don't see no hash no more?

Yeah.

Used to be all sort of Moroccan

black, Lebanese blonde.

Do you remember that black dye stuff that I got up

in this period.

No?

Neither do I. The way I see it, if it ain't organic,

it ain't good for you.

I mean, everything you get nowadays comes from a damn lab.

You know, Prospect here used to be a meth cook, right?

Now why did you cook that stuff for?

Well, I made about 100K a month.

Oh, shit.

Yeah, big time Charlie.

Why'd you stop?

I thought I told you.

I got hooked on my own product.

I just ended up dead broke.

Yeah, now I just stick to weed.

Wow.

[laughter]

So how long have you been a Vago?

Patched in as soon as I got home from Nam, 40 years

next month.

Whew.

And still no goddamn gold watch.

But it it beats the hell out of having a straight life job

and being taxed up the wazoo to pay for the war machine.

And that big movie, The United States of America--

biggest damn lie ever produced.

I remember when being a Vago was about bikes and brotherhood.

Now it's just like everything else.

It's all about the money.

Even Schizo acts like a damn CEO.

Sure as hell lives like one.

And who gets their hands dirty lining his pockets?

I don't see none of us living high off the hog.

I'm doing OK.

Got my eye on a piece of land in Mexico,

got a view better than this.

You going to retire?

First chance I get.

It's not like I love dealing dope.

I just do what I do to get what I want.

What about you, Prospecto, what are you chasing?

I want to be a Vago.

Amen, brother.

Amen, little brother.

Too much fun.

Listen, [inaudible],, got a proposal for you.

Most of the dickweeds in this chapter

couldn't find their balls in a bathtub,

you know what I'm saying?

I find it hard to find somebody I can rely on.

Just thinking maybe you and I could try something.

What do you got in mind?

He wants me to sell a half pound of crystal for him.

Huh.

What's this?

It's a digital recorder.

It records eight hours of audio.

On, off, tamper-proof.

There you go.

So wear this like wearing a wire?

Not really, I mean, it doesn't transmit to your backup.

It's just you recording evidence.

So you want me to record the deal?

You're going to record every deal.

From now on, every time you're with these guys,

you're going to record every conversation.

Wait, wait, wait, look, if this evidence gets played

in court, they'll know that I snitched.

No, no, we bank it.

Nothing gets used till we pull you out.

And when's that?

When we've got enough.

Now, listen, we only have two of these so don't lose it,

all right? Fill it up.

You bring it back to me.

We swap it out for the other one.

Where am I supposed to hide this?

Because they frisk people, OK?

What if they find this on me?

Well, they'll probably shoot you in the face.

So hide it well.

Ha-ha.

Come on, Charlie, you've done deal is

bigger than this in the past.

It'll be fine.

CHARLES FALCO: Koz was right.

I'd done lots of deals with heavy guys,

enough to know that things could go seriously wrong.

My ex-partner Bernard is a Bulgarian mobster

who used to move a lot of coke and meth.

One of his suppliers was a member of the Triads.

You know, they always took precautions.

Packing a gun, that's expected.

Get caught packing this thing, I'm dead.

This thing's a ticking time bomb.

We got to hide it somewhere where they'll never look.

[inaudible]

Hey Prospect.

Hey.

This is 8 ounces.

The price 12 G's for it.

Feel the guy out.

If he tries to pull anything, you walk [inaudible]..

If it goes good, we let him know that there's a steady supply.

Who's the buyer?

Stash knows the details.

He's coming?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I got this.

Schizo doesn't want a prospect doing

a deal this size on his own.

All right, let's roll, prospect.

Just make sure nothing goes wrong.

CHARLES FALCO: You know how sometimes you

get a weird feeling that things are going to go bad?

If I'd have been smarter, I would have backed out

the moment I realised that Stash was coming.

[inaudible]

Yeah, [inaudible].

All right, this is it.

CHARLES FALCO: And it gets worse.

This is Dawg's place.

Whoa, Dawg's the buyer?

Yeah, you got a problem with that?

All right, we're here.

CHARLES FALCO: Nazi Low Riders' reputation for extreme violence

has made the gang a major problem

in the world of California's organized crime.

This deal is worth $12,000.

And Low Riders, they've been known to kill for a lot less.

[inaudible] already knows we're coming.

All right, let's drive around until he gets back.

No, no, no, we'll wait.

What?

Right here?

What's wrong with you?

Are you worried the neighbors are going to bite you?

[exhale]

What the hell is that?

Seriously?

It's an asthma inhaler.

I never done asthma.

Let me try it.

Come on.

[inhale] [exhale] Stupid.

Hey, just leave it, OK?

My battery is fried.

Just leave it, man.

[music playing]

Oh, man, this song.

We used to play this when I was riding around in the Cayman

and Iraq.

It was playing when we hit an IED.

It blew the whole damn floor out.

Were you really in Iraq?

Yeah, I mean, not a full tour, a couple of months, yeah.

What happened with the mine?

Blew the driver's whole leg off, bled out pretty fast.

We were screwed, man, an hour without backup.

That's when you find out who your brothers really are.

Leave it on, prospect.

Come on, man, my battery is screwed, OK?

You really think you're a king freak and shit, don't ya?

I'm just saying.

No, you ain't just saying.

You act like you're full badge, but you ain't

done nothing for the club.

Do you have any idea what done to her?

Hey, cops coming.

[music playing]

What is this?

That's him -- let's go.

Doug and I had already had one run in.

So now I'm thinking maybe it's good

that Stash is here after all.

And that, that makes me even more nervous.

Let's see the product.

Oh, eye's here, Dawg, you're dealing with me.

It's the same shit I ordered?

Yeah, of course it is.

Yep, yep.

You wait there.

I'll get the cash.

Just hang on a sec, OK?

Kid asked that we count that.

Screw that, we're out of here.

Look, it's all there, right?

Yeah, I trust you.

It's just Kid's orders.

I got to do this.

$100, $200, $300, $400, $500, $600, $700, $800, $900.

What are you doing?

I can't count in my head.

I never could.

$1,600, $1,700, $1,800, $1,900, $2,000, $2,100, $2,200.

Try the high point yet?

Yeah, I wanted to talk to you about that.

I was shooting cans out in the desert.

[inaudible]

It's a piece of shit.

The scope is off.

No way, got to be your aim.

It's not my aim.

It's the gun.

It's a piece of shit.

Hey, show some respect.

You're in my house.

Yeah, I would if you hadn't ripped me off

with a piece of shit.

Pow, just like that.

They ripped you off.

Why don't I kill you?

Hey Dawg, you don't want to kill.

Don't I?

Not really, just punch him in the face,

we'll call it a night.

Bitch!

[muffled scream]

Your gas is all there.

And get out of here before I change my mind.

Next time leave your body at home.

Punch him in the face and we'll call it a night,

you asshole.

[click]

Hey, hey, hey, put the gun away.

Give it.

Give it.

[engine turning over]

Well, I hope your stupid song's worth it, brother?

Oh, I hate this shit.

[siren]

CHARLES FALCO: And that's when this cop starts

asking questions.

So at this point the money is where?

CHARLES FALCO: Well, now I'm cornered.

Either I tell the truth and make an enemy of Stash

or I revise the facts a little.

Stash had it under his seat.

What's going on?

Thing won't start.

My buddy drove me out to look at a basement apartment,

didn't like the apartment.

I didn't like the neighborhood much.

We came back and the battery is dead.

Can you try the ignition for me, please?

Sure.

[engine turning over]

Would you be able to give us a jump start?

I don't carry cables.

You're lucky it's a standard.

If you get it coasting downhill, you can pop it into gear

and get it started like that.

No kidding, that really works.

Any chance of a push?

[music playing]

OK.

Pump it now.

[music playing]

Whoo!

And you got the cop the push?

[laughter]

Funniest thing I ever saw.

That took some balls.

Prospect, get me a beer.

All right.

Get your own.

Yeah, real funny shit, Falco.

But you didn't tell us how he got that gash over his eye.

I guess he must have got it when he was helping pushing

the car.

Was that your guess?

So other than that, no problem?

No, Dark got the product, and you got your money.

So we're all good, right?

[music playing]

Sure.

We're all good, except for that bullshit story of yours.

[laughs]

You want a beer?

Yup.

[inaudible] you could make it out tonight.

So Stash screwed up, left you holding the bag?

I got to take a leak.

Oh, you would not believe the night I've had.

You like telling stories, huh, prospect?

Would you rather I tell them the truth?

Hey, I got my eye on you.

[inaudible] piss on your boots.

Shit.

You guys know my story is bull.

Well, except for the part about Stash.

It's totally true.

It's like Koz says, this is chess,

and I got to play these guys against each other

if I'm going to survive.

Somehow I survived my run-in with Dawg

and made it through a grilling from the guys.

Not only that, but I also collected evidence for Koz.

Last thing I want to do now is get caught with my pants down.

[moans]

Hey.

What's going on?

Nothing.

I just-- I just want to grab a shower.

Don't.

I like it when you got a sweat on.

[moans]

What's going on with you and Schizo?

What do you mean?

I saw him hitting on you earlier.

I told you before, him and Stella have a bit

of a thing going on for me.

It's a bit weird over at their place right now.

Oh, yeah?

Mm-hmm.

You want to move in here?

[phone rings]

[inaudible] me.

Yeah, yeah, [inaudible]

Oh shit.

I got to go.

Let them run their own errands for once.

I don't know.

This one looks serious.

[motorcycle rumbling]

Give me your cuts.

What?

Give him the cuts.

On the floor.

Give us 22, prospect.

One.

One.

One.

One.

One.

We were thinking we might play another game of William Tell.

What do you think?

Anything you want, man.

On your feet, prospect.

What?

Remember that background check you filled out for us?

It seems there's a few crucial details you forgot to mention.

Strip off.

Why?

You heard me.

Now where would we be if we couldn't trust one

another, prospect?

When your car Falco?

Just give me a break, man.

[heavy breathing]

What's this is all about?

Like I said, we ran that background check.

It turns out you weren't exactly straight with us.

It turns out you're a much bigger asshole than you claim.

[laughter]

You've got five minutes.

Sew those on your cuts.

CHARLES FALCO (VOICEOVER): And just like that--

Welcome to the Vagos, asshole.

Yeah.

CHARLES FALCO (VOICEOVER): I'm in.

Full patch.

[inaudible] will make you do some good shit, Charlie.

You think about it.

[inaudible]

[inaudible]

CHARLES FALCO (VOICEOVER): I survived six months

as a prospect.

But there's something else.

Something I hadn't expected.

I'm proud I passed their tests.

I'm proud I get to wear that patch.

[inaudible]

CHARLES FALCO (VOICEOVER): I have no idea

how this is going to play out.

Only thing I can say for certain, I'm finally a Vago.