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[music playing]

CHARLES (VOICEOVER): It took me a year

to become a full-patch member of the Vagos biker gang.

At this point, I thought the pressure of being undercover

might get easier, but the opposite was true.

The deeper I got into the gang, the more isolated I felt.

It was a constant fear.

My name's Charles Falco and this is my story.

FALCO (VOICEOVER): Sometimes I think

about what it's like to be a ghost, trapped between worlds.

No way back to the life you left behind

and no way out of the one you're in now.

But on my bike, I don't think about anything.

I just ride.

Around people?

Different story.

Three months after becoming a full-patch member of the Vagos,

I'm still getting used to the lifestyle.

On my back is a license to do what I want

and take what I want, whenever I want it.

Yeah.

I admit it.

It's addictive.

And in this world, my friends call me brother.

And brotherhood, that's a powerful feeling.

But it's not like I forgot why I'm here.

As an undercover, the patch gives me a front row seat

to the big things going down with the Vagos.

Darko, stash.

FALCO (VOICEOVER): But sometimes, you

don't find out about the biggest things until it's too late.

[theme song]

Police officer.

Get down.

[interposing voices]

Move and you're dead.

[screaming]

Shit, man.

[inaudible]

All right.

OFFICER: Get down.

Get down.

[interposing voices]

[glass shattering]

STASH: Stop dicking around with those toys.

They're for a charity drive.

Whatever you're looking for, we don't got it.

[gunshots]

[suspenseful music]

Something wrong?

You ever heard of patch-itis?

It's when a new gang member starts acting like a dick,

because he's let the patch go to his head.

Gotta act the part, don't I?

Oh, you're acting.

Oh, OK.

You wanna tell me how your new band of brothers

got tipped off the raid was coming?

They knew they were getting hit.

No guns, no gang shit, nothing.

So what I wanna know is, who tipped them off?

What?

You think it was me?

What do you take me for, man?

I don't know.

Criminal back in his element?

That is bullshit.

You know, Charlie, sometimes loyalties get mixed up.

Well, that's not me.

OK?

Then, we got a problem.

They got someone in the local PD paid off?

Excuse me?

Is there someone in the local PD that's paid off?

FALCO: How the hell do I know?

Look, I don't even know why this raid had to happen.

I thought we were gonna sit on the evidence

until I got the hell out of there.

We've been through that.

The bosses insisted.

It was out of my hands.

FALCO: Well, that's great.

But you know what?

Darko and Stash, they know what I saw.

They don't know shit.

They chalked it up to Stash's parole violation.

What if they don't swallow that?

Do what you're good at, Charlie, make something up.

You're a good liar, Charlie.

You got a recorder for me?

Here you go.

We done?

You forget which side you're on, we will be.

Talk to me.

Hardware's safe.

Any charges?

No.

They got nothing.

They took us in overnight.

They said it was a parole violation.

STASH: Oh, bullshit.

They knew.

They tore the place apart.

Who knew about your little hiding place?

Kid.

Dawg.

Anybody else?

SCHIZO: All right.

Everyone, listen up.

Any of you ever been on a boat?

Hmm?

How about a leaky boat?

Anybody ever been on a leaky boat?

You know what happens with a leaky boat?

They-- they go down.

Yes, Stash.

They go down, just like leaky Vago chapters.

Huh.

Now, underfunded local police departments

don't shell out overtime on five AM raids

unless they know what they're looking for.

We got a leak in this chapter.

And we cannot depend on our friends to bail us out,

tip us off every time the Feds feel like fisting us.

So the way I see it, it's one of two things.

Either one of you has been bragging

too much to the wrong people every time he gets wasted--

What are you looking at me for?

--or else we got another snitch.

I already told you, he saw where we kept our shit.

What about it, Quick?

Yeah, I saw where they kept their shit.

So what?

Difference is, I can keep my mouth shut and he can't.

Why don't you come over here and say that?

I'll cut your throat.

Any time.

Hey, you keep this schoolyard shit to yourselves.

Oh.

What's he ever done for the club anyway?

Yeah.

What about it Falco?

I haven't seen you cap anyone for the club.

Just say the word, Darko.

Oh, you'll know when I do.

KID: Falco is no snitch.

We all know there's guys in this chapter that like yapping.

Let's all watch our mouths while the heat's on.

We got bigger fish to fry with the Reno Run coming up.

SCHIZO: Listen to the man.

All right.

This year, I want you guys to cut out all the crazy stuff.

I'm not saying don't have any fun.

I'm saying nothing over the line with law.

All right?

And not a word about this raid to any other chapter.

I got enough heat coming down from International President.

All right.

That's it.

Let me be clear about one thing.

If I find out any one of you has got the wrong loyalties,

you're dead.

How much?

No.

It's just bigger than I thought.

Look, Reese, man, don't worry.

I got this.

We're up there on the weekend.

I have it.

I'll talk to you later.

Cooking up some business?

Future considerations.

Anything I should know about?

Personal.

Personal business is club business.

Club business is my business.

So if there's a deal going down, better not

forget to mention it.

FALCO (VOICEOVER): In the days after the raid,

the gang is more paranoid than ever.

My friendship with Kid is saving my skin.

But I know that working him is the key to winning Schizo's

trust.

[gunshots]

The one person I don't have to work is Suzanna.

How far did you say it is to Reno?

Well, it's about 7 hours up the 395.

There's no way I'm riding on that thing for seven hours.

Wait.

What?

You're not going?

I think I'll see if Stella wants to drive up.

You don't wanna wear your girl out

before you get there, do you?

No, I do not.

I figured I'd put the back patio right there.

And that is your view through the front window.

It'll catch the morning sun.

Maybe put in a little swimming pool.

I think I'm gonna like Mexico.

The builder's gonna start as soon as I give him the deposit.

Can I have another pump?

Please?

KID: Quick.

Can't we just have a minute to enjoy a beer together?

SUZANNA: Nope.

Charlie.

You better go.

Sounds urgent.

Somebody probably disrespected someone.

What's up, man?

I'm coming.

Some of your vacation pictures?

That's the plan, a future vacation.

Listen, up in Reno, a lined up a deal.

I could use your help now.

What are we talking about?

Buying or selling?

Buying.

I need a big profit fast.

So it's a big buy.

How much?

Code of Silence.

It's purely personal, all my own money.

Schizo's not in.

Nobody's in.

Just you and me.

Hey.

FALCO: Hey.

Just give me a sec.

KID: Yeah, yeah.

FALCO (VOICEOVER): At this point,

Kid saved my ass more than a few times.

I figure, that's gotta be worth something.

Besides, what's one more drug deal

in the grand scheme of things?

Every outlaw motorcycle club has their big annual run,

where chapters from all of the states

meet to party and talk business.

For the Hell's Angels, that run is Sturgis, South Dakota.

For the outlaws, it's Daytona.

And for the Vagos, it's Reno.

As a full-patch member, this run is mandatory.

And now, I ride in the middle of the pack.

You gotta concentrate.

Riding wheel to wheel full tilt for hundreds of miles

is a potential recipe for disaster.

I got a fresh recorder for the trip.

Maybe it'll fill up before Kid's deal.

Maybe not.

With hundreds of Vagos in one place, chances are,

I'll bring back enough evidence to make the ATF throw

a party of their own.

There you go, darling.

Three nights.

And there's another $100 for you,

if you find your way back to my room.

There's no smoking, idiot.

Hey.

Hey, Falco, your old lady drove up here, right?

Yeah.

I need you to go and borrow her car.

What for?

What do you mean "What for?"

It's club business.

You are a member of this club, right?

Just gotta get the room number first.

You got a room number for a Suzanna Johnson?

[rumbling]

Sounds like the boys are here?

Party's over.

Well, maybe not for you.

We'll see.

I thought you were into him.

He can be a little remote sometimes.

How so?

Like, he's just so uptight.

The last few weeks, he hasn't been sleeping.

Like he's always-- hey.

Fresh off the dusty trail.

His ears must be burning.

Well, it looks like you two got the party started.

Well, that is what we're here for, right?

So what's the plan?

Look, I need to borrow your car.

Just give me the keys.

OK?

I won't be long.

Hey, hey.

I won't be long.

Have fun.

Always.

Let's go.

Where are we going?

I'll let you know.

You guys gonna tell me what's going on?

Looks like we found our snitch.

FALCO: So you found the snitch?

STASH: Turns out, he's right here.

DARKO: A guy we call brother.

From our chapter?

STASH: Mhm.

DARKO: Take the next right.

So you guys gonna tell me who you're talking about?

I don't know.

Darko, Falco here deserve to know?

Name's Hammer.

About a year back.

Hammer's a solid brother.

Good bunny of Schizo's too, till he

got busted for assault. Hammer must've done something

to piss Schizo off.

That must really hurt--

DARKO (VOICEOVER): Because instead of bailing him out,

Schizo lets him go down.

--one of your brothers left you hanging like that.

DARKO (VOICEOVER): Hammer's pissed about it.

But that's not the only problem with him.

[shout]

Hammer had some kinda abscessed tooth.

Way I heard it, the whole thing exploded in his mouth.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Maybe we can help you with that.

DARKO (VOICEOVER): The cops make him an offer, foot

the bill to fix it.

Dickweed flips over a toothache.

What kind of scumbag rats on his own brothers?

So this happened a couple of years ago?

Give or take.

Well, if it happened that long ago, then how

come we only just got raided?

You know how cops work with snitches.

They bank up information, use it later.

Some brother from another chapter

said he knew where Hammer was living.

Second I heard the name, it clicked.

Hammer knew where we kept our shit.

You clear this with Schizo?

What do you care?

I'm the Sergeant At Arms.

I can do whatever I want.

Yeah.

It's club business, see?

So we're taking care of it.

That's it.

Just stop up there.

Stay here.

Keep it running.

Is that what I think it is?

Yeah.

A grenade?

Hammer is gonna be hamburger.

FALCO (VOICEOVER): I wanna call Koz.

But I can't get a cell phone reception out here.

Besides what would I tell him?

That I'm driving getaway for a grenade hit in a trailer park?

Watch out.

He's got a gun.

Shit.

What'd you pull the pin for?

Uh, cause that's why we went there.

You ever heard of Plan B?

STASH: What's your problem, man?

If pussyface here hadn't screamed like a princess,

we would've been able to throw it in.

FALCO: Get out.

What?

Do you know what you nearly did?

You almost killed a woman and her baby.

The guy with the gun, was that Hammer?

I don't know.

You don't know.

You make me drive you to kill a snitch.

And when it's the wrong guy, you--

you throw a grenade?

What is wrong with you, morons?

It's called taking care of business, asshole.

How is taking care of business killing the wrong people?

It was a bad move pulling the pin.

What?

I didn't wanna get juked by the guy.

Why'd you have to waste a grenade?

Oh, we could've blown that guy's balls off

before he even started firing.

And how come you care who we kill, huh?

Unless it's cause you're a cop.

Call me a cop again and I'll kill you, you moron.

Get up.

All right.

Listen to me.

We're all in this.

Nobody, and I mean nobody, says anything about this to Schizo.

You got that?

Or anybody else.

You got that, Falco?

Yeah, who's side are you on, Falco?

Shut up.

Falco.

Yeah, I got it.

Every year on the Reno Run, the Vagos

hold their annual mega church meeting.

Chapter presidents, VPs, key players from all over the world

are here.

Some of these guys have traveled from Vago chapters

as far away as Mexico, Europe, and even Australia.

All they wanna talk about it which gang is being targeted

next in their endless turf war.

[inaudible]

Hey, it's Falco, right?

Yeah. Hey.

Green?

Yeah.

You got patched.

DARKO: Oh, yeah.

Falco loves his patch.

But we ain't sure if he's got the stomach for war.

Well, you in it to win it or not, bro?

Yeah, man.

I'm in it to win it.

[laughing]

Take a joke, bro.

Hey, I'm gonna go over and check about my pal, here.

Yeah, all right.

I'll see you later.

FALCO (VOICEOVER): This is where I get my first glimpse

of the most important Vago of all, the International

President, Felix.

What's going on over there?

Same old bullshit.

FALCO (VOICEOVER): Felix checks in with all the chapter

presidents.

And Schizo is no exception.

I try to get close.

But he likes to keep his distance from the grunts.

So there I am with a dead battery

and this cop is saying to me--

he says, "You know, you can give it a jump start just

by coasting it down the hill."

So the dickweed goes around back and gives me a push.

[inaudible]

Good story.

But you know what?

I've been hearing some interesting stories about you

chapter.

Yeah?

Nothing you wanna tell me about?

It's all good.

To much stupid shit is bad for business.

SCHIZO: Yeah.

For example, that raid on your Sergeant At Arms house.

That?

That raid?

That was harassment.

That was bullshit.

They got nothing.

Yeah.

It always helps to have friends in the right places.

But it doesn't help to have a snitch either, does it?

We are solid.

There's no snitch.

You better be right.

I hear more about this, I might call

for a change in leadership.

[gunshots]

FALCO (VOICEOVER): The botched hit

on Hammer leaves me shaking.

I feel like I'm close to breaking.

SCHIZO: I could get double teamed on the pool table.

FALCO (VOICEOVER): Next day, something finally snaps.

Oh, boo hoo.

Yeah.

That's all I need is another woman spending my money.

You were the one who wanted to come to Reno.

God damn it.

Well, you don't have to keep busting my balls about it.

Why don't you take your friend and go do a little bit

of shopping, all right?

Bitch.

Yeah.

Hey, sugar tits.

You with the ass, get me a beer.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Did I offend you?

You have a problem here?

I can't hear you. You're muttering.

You're muttering. Come on.

Come on. Speak up.

Speak up, Mr. Middle-American Dad.

Come on.

Oh, a mute papa.

Oh, sorry. Go on.

Go on. Go on.

Go on.

Hey, why don't you leave your boy with us?

We'll teach him how to be a man.

Where is my beer?

Damn it.

[inaudible].

SCHIZO: Oh, come on.

FALCO (VOICEOVER): I suddenly feel like I'm suffocating.

I gotta breathe.

I need air.

God.

I wanna tell that family I'm not one of these assholes.

I'm a good guy.

But am I?

Really?

Or am I just a good guy playing the bad guy?

Or a bad guy playing a good guy?

Your old lady giving you grief?

Yeah.

Stella's busting my balls.

I got my ex's lawyer on my ass for arrears payments.

And I got a mortgage.

I got the IRS.

This is all a shit that I became a biker to get away from.

Money and women, no escape.

[cackling]

Yeah.

No escape.

I got a question for you.

You trust Falco?

Hell yeah.

[inaudible]

There a problem?

Well, he walked out on us there.

What was that about?

Maybe the food didn't agree with him.

Yeah.

Maybe it was the burritos.

We'll party later.

Later.

[phone ringing]

Reese.

Thought you were out partying.

I was waiting for you.

Where were you, Charlie?

Out.

Out?

I don't if this one-word answer thing works for me, Charlie.

How come every time I get in, you're wasted?

Well, maybe I get bored waiting for you.

So your problems are my fault, huh?

SUZANNA: What are you?

My guidance counselor?

Come on.

Look, I know where this leads, OK?

I know you know.

You love lecturing on it.

You should charge a speaking fee, really.

Can we just go to the damn party?

[knocking]

KID: Quick.

Hey, you got your pants on?

FALCO: What's going on? - Change of plan.

We gotta go.

[scoffs]

SUZANNA: Real surprise.

FALCO: Just give me a minute.

He'll make it up to you.

He's one of the good ones, you know?

SUZANNA: I don't know.

I don't think I know anything about him.

KID: Come on.

We gotta go.

Thanks.

You OK, man?

You seem kinda keyed up.

I'm good.

Did you raise the money?

KID: Yeah, everything I could lay my hands on.

I'm gonna build my new place and buy me and Red some years

in Mexico, give that sweet girl a second chance.

To sweet girls and second chances.

Yeah, man.

Schizo.

Looking for Stella.

She here?

No.

Thought she was with you.

Are you having your own private little party here?

Where's Charlie?

Took off somewhere with Kid, business or whatever.

Business.

You know, Stella always said that you'd never

get with one of the boys.

But I guess Charlie changed all that, huh?

Or maybe you just secretly like bikers.

Oh, yeah.

You like the bad boys, don't you?

When you were staying at our place, I--

I thought "Here's a girl who's just waiting for permission

to do bad things with bad people.

But she's not ready."

But I look at you now and I think "Oh, yeah.

Oh, you're ready."

Hey, I don't think Charlie would be too happy about that.

Charlie does not know.

So how long you known this guy for?

Reese?

Yeah.

Bunch of deals, mostly meth.

Nothing quite this big though.

Know how he brings in his coke?

On doors he imports from Peru.

What?

Like hollow doors. - No.

No.

That's too obvious.

You take cocaine sulfate, like liquid?

Uh huh.

You spray it on the doors, like lacquer.

Then, at this end, they take cheese graders

and scrape it off, put it in an acid bath,

and render it into cocaine hydrochloride.

With cheese graters?

Yeah.

Come on.

Yeah.

Probably puts $10 million a year in to play like that.

So is this Reese guy expecting me?

No. But don't worry.

He's cool.

Speak of the devil.

Kid, thanks for coming in early.

This is Charlie.

Charlie, Reese.

What?

Are we doing shots before business?

No, my friend, this is the business.

What?

Are you a bootlegger now?

No, smart guy.

You're looking at the wave of the future, liquid

methamphetamine.

Over five grand that one little bottle.

OK.

How do I sell it?

Well, this is just for distribution.

You get pulled over carrying 100K of crystal, you're done.

Yeah.

You get pulled over carrying a couple of bottles of Tequila

Gold, you're in the clear.

FALCO: So what do you do?

You render it back to crystal on the other end?

REESE: If you want to.

The cool kids are spreading it on paper.

You can do it in tabs or you can inject it.

Either way, it's way more potent.

Wow.

That is genius, man.

Yeah.

Can you show me some cash?

KID: Yeah.

I got half a dozen bottles in the car.

Come on.

Yeah.

I thought we were gonna try it.

Here's the thing, Kid.

I'm really sorry about this, but I don't have a choice.

This territory's in new hands.

[shouting]

[rock music]

You're dead.

FALCO: Kid.

Kid.

Oh my god.

Some people say ghosts are spirits trapped

between this life and the next.

We're just memories etched into the walls like a tape recorder.

I can't go back to the life I left behind.

There's no way out of the one I'm in now.

And in this dark place, there's no sleep.

[phone vibrating]

KOZ (PHONE): Hey, what's going on?

You were supposed to check in after Reno.

Yeah.

KOZ (PHONE): Anything big?

Yeah.

It's all in the recorder.

KOZ (PHONE): All of it?

Everything you need.

KOZ (PHONE): OK.

So you still with us, Charlie?

Yeah.

KOZ (PHONE): You meet me tomorrow noon.

I got a funeral I gotta go to tomorrow.

I'll call you after.

SUZANNA: Who were you talking to?

Can't tell you.

I'm sorry.

It's OK, Charlie.

FALCO (VOICEOVER): Kid was no saint,

but he was the closest thing I had to a friend.

And his loss left the gaping hole at the center of the gang,

a hole someone's gotta fill.

A few days later, we all gather at Schizo's place for a wake.

Kid was right.

Schizo does live like a CEO.

It seems like all the money made by this gang

just stays at the top.

Thanks, pal.

What'd you think of the funeral?

Same old afterlife bullshit.

You know, if Kid hadn't been pushed into crystal,

he'd be here, with us, right now.

Well, we all gonna get what's coming to us in the end.

Ain't that right, Quick-O?

You thought about who steps up in Kid's place?

I've been thinking on it.

Some of us here have done quite a lot for this club.

Don't think I don't know that.

Hey, Quick.

You wanna tell me again exactly what you and Kid were doing

before he crashed?

He went after the guys that robbed us

and he lost it on the corner.

Why didn't I know about this deal?

I don't know.

I thought it was club business.

Nobody else know about this?

No.

Let's keep it that way.

All right.

Hey, you want another beer?

Yeah.

Excuse me.

Hey.

You seriously think that Darko is cut out for VP?

No.

No.

But it's a good idea to keep him close, right?

it Seems to me that you gotta be concerned with what's best

for the chapter, long-term, Prez.

SUZANNA: What are you doing?

Schizo asked me to get something for him.

They want you outside.

Kid was one of the good guys.

He was a true Vago.

And we all know that he's irreplaceable.

But now that he's gone, somebody's

gonna have to move up, someone with enough experience

to take over his business.

To tell the truth, right now, I don't think anybody's

ready to make that step.

So in the meantime, I'm promoting Falco here.

You're making Falco VP?

Not VP.

That's gotta be earned.

I'm gonna make him Joint Sergeant At Arms with you.

You want me to work with him?

Are you Vagos?

I trusted Kid.

So until one of you shows me who I can trust, that's the way

it's gonna be.

FALCO (VOICEOVER): I'd taken a step closer to the heart

of the gang.

But I paid a heavy price.

I lost a friend and the trust of my girlfriend.

And now, I've made an enemy.

And the deeper I go into this brotherhood,

the more alone I become.