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Two years into my infiltration of Vagos biker gang,

I collected evidence of all kinds of criminal activity.

But there was one crime in particular that shook me up

really bad.

Getting evidence of that ended up being the toughest

assignment I had.

My name's Charles Falco.

This is my story.

CHARLIE: Being a drug dealer is actually hard work.

When I was younger, I never liked to work.

I just like money, and every dealer I knew

had a shit ton of it.

My partner Bernard and I wondered, how can we

make all this drug dealer money without all that drug dealer

risk?

LAPD, hands in the air!

Stay there! Get down.

On the floor.

Down on the ground.

CHARLIE: One bullshit warrant and two Village People costumes

later, we had our answer.

Oh, look at what we found here.

CHARLIE: Who knew faking a police raid could be so easy?

It was like taking cocaine from a baby.

We got a little overconfident.

Who are you, guys?

LAPD.

[grunts]

[gunshots firing]

Do that again.

We'll call the real cops.

[grunts]

So we do call the cops, and the guy

gets busted twice in one night.

Hey, you always figured him to be a cop.

Guess you were right, huh?

These assholes could learn a thing or two from you.

Yeah, like how to tell bullshit stories.

Stop being a dick, all right?

The point of the story is debt collection.

Now, here's the thing.

Apart from losing a major chunk of this chapter's cash,

it seems that our friend Kid was in the habit of fronting

product to his dealer buddies.

Now that he's dead, a whole bunch of these guys

think they're off the hook.

I finally got a hold of Kid's list of assholes who owe us.

And you two are the assholes who are going to collect.

I don't care how you do it, just get the money.

[music playing]

[police chatter]

CHARLIE: It's been four months since Kid's drug deal in Reno

went south.

As a result, the gang lost a chunk of money,

and I lost my closest ally.

The chapter president Schizo has made me joint sergeant-at-arms

with Darko, and now, it's up to us to prove ourselves

before he promotes one of us to chapter VP.

Hey.

STELLA: Hey, Charlie.

Is Schiz here?

STELLA: Yeah, come on in.

So how's things with Suzie?

Oh, you know, OK.

What is it with you guys?

Grizzly bear's in his office.

SCHIZO: Is that you, Quick?

Uh-huh.

SCHIZO: Sit down.

All right.

Well, it's all there.

SCHIZO: Did you have to get rough?

CHARLIE: Nah.

Guy practically pissed himself.

It's a start.

Look, Kid never said he borrowed the cash for that real deal.

You mean stole.

Yeah, well, I guess he thought he'd take his cut

and return the cash before you noticed.

Yeah, maybe.

Well, what you need to know is it the media

saying that a dead Vago in Reno is probably part of a drug

deal gone sideways.

So I got Felix shoving a hot poker up my ass,

because my chapter is giving the feds more reasons

to turn up the heat.

Where'd you get that?

Oh, well, that came in the mail from Reno.

It was attached to the finger of the asshole who

screwed you guys over.

Reese, was it?

Yeah, well, all Felix's guys tracked him down.

Apparently, he's out of business now.

The finger stank, so I threw it out.

Yeah.

Can you say that again?

Anything to link this to us?

Shit!

Yeah, he's right here.

I want you take your truck and get over to Darko's right now.

Are they OK?

Just do it.

CHARLIE: What's going on?

Grab a couple of them tires.

Move it.

Are you going to tell me what's going on?

Just throw 'em in the back.

CHARLIE: Talk to me.

Shut up and dance!

[tires skidding]

Get the tires.

[grunts]

Fling 'em.

Get the bag.

Seriously, Lizard, what's this all about?

Just dump it.

All right, enough.

You want to tell me what the hell is going on?

Whole heap of trouble.

OK, I need you to be a little more specific.

Darko and Stash went to collect from Johnny H.

last night.

I had that covered.

They got to him first.

So?

You know, you keep drinking that stuff,

you're going to get diabetes.

I'm not going to get diabetes.

What makes you think you're not going to get diabetes?

Because I got a good immune system.

It has nothing to do with your immune system.

Huh? I never get a cold.

So what were you thinking?

We're going to give Johnny H. a visit.

You're serious?

Yeah, I'm serious.

Grab the cuffs.

How much money does he owe Kid?

DARKO: Who cares?

Hey.

What I do know is he's got a safe full of cash

in his bedroom.

He's armed to the teeth, though, right?

DARKO: Yeah.

So that's why we better not dick around.

Don't crap out on me, man.

STASH: Yeah, no, I'm good.

You sure?

Sure, I'm sure.

Yeah.

OK, there's no fire fight, all right?

You got that?

It's just business, right?

Yeah.

OK, it's five minutes.

Five minutes, we're in, and we're out.

OK.

[doorbell ringing]

[music playing]

Get down, get down, get down.

All right, everybody down.

Come on, let's go.

Down, down, down.

Shut up.

Shut up.

Shut up, bitch.

Shut up.

Johnny H. Johnny H. Where is he?

In the bedroom.

OK, give me some cuffs.

STASH: Huh?

Cuffs.

Yeah, yeah, I got 'em.

Here, you cuff him.

STASH: OK.

Yeah, put your hands behind your back.

You too.

What are you looking at, big guy?

Get on the floor.

[giggles]

WOMAN: Johnny.

- All right, don't move. - Whoa!

Shut up. Shut up.

Put 'em on.

Where is your safe?

I don't have a safe.

Where's the safe?

I don't have a safe.

Just take my wallet.

Take your wallet?

Where's your safe?

OK, I'm going to blow her head off,

then I'll shoot you in the head.

Where's the safe?

OK, good.

Let's go.

Go ahead.

All right, open it up.

Let's go.

Could you stop pointing the gun in my head, man?

You're making me nervous.

What's the problem?

What did I say?

Put your hands behind your back.

Come on, man.

Open it.

Let's go!

Hey, what's going on?

60 seconds, bro.

Everything cool?

STASH: Yeah.

[doorbell ringing]

Oh, shit.

Nobody makes a sound.

What's going on?

Everything cool out there?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Who the hell are you? - Whoa, whoa.

Put it down.

I have a gun.

Do it.

Move it.

Get on the floor.

Come on, get on the floor.

What's wrong with you?

DARKO: What's going on out there?

Talk to me.

Get on the ground.

Let's go.

Let's go.

You move, I'll freaking kill you.

[crying]

What the hell are you doing?

- I don't know. - Cuff him.

We don't have anymore cuffs.

Duct tape!

Shit!

Stop, stop!

[screams]

Hey!

No, no, no, no.

Stop!

Stop!

[gunshot firing]

Shit!

What'd you shoot them for?

You to stop them.

I said stop 'em

I didn't say kill 'em.

Well, I stopped them, didn't I?

What is wrong with you?

What's your problem?

Just get the money and let's go.

Oh, now, are we going to do that, smart guy?

You just killed the guy with the combo.

So stupid, man.

I said no fire fight!

Shut up!

KOZ: You know the first rule of working undercover?

You do not help someone get away with murder.

You know that makes you, big guy?

An accomplice.

Do you think I had a choice?

Yes, I think you had a choice.

Do you have any idea the kind of shit you're in?

You helped dispose of all the evidence.

Look, I recorded Lizard talking about the murder.

No, you didn't.

You know what you recorded?

You bragging about posing as a cop

and ripping off a drug dealer.

Oh, shit.

Yeah, shit.

You gotta fix this, Charlie.

You need to get a confession straight out

of the killer's mouth.

Oh, I can tell you right now that's not going to happen,

man.

I am the last guy that Stash would confess to.

That prick, he'd rather shoot me dead.

You'd rather face an accessory to a murder charge?

I didn't think so.

Are you bored with me, Charlie?

So this is us, huh?

What do you want from me?

You like that I'm a biker, right?

Well, there's things about it that you're

better off not knowing, OK?

I feel like I don't know a thing about you.

Like the night after Kid died, who were you talking to

on the phone?

No answer, OK.

Well, how about this one, why were you

snooping in Schizo's office at Kid's funeral?

Can we just try to enjoy this dinner?

Enjoy it on your own.

Check.

I'll ask Stella.

Maybe she'll know.

No, he'll pay.

I'll pay in more ways than she knows if she blabs to Stella.

But if I lose my cool now, chances

are I'll just make things worse.

I think about going after, trying to put out the fire.

But instead, I've got to find a meth-fueled ex-marine killer

before he goes to ground.

Stash already thinks I might be a snitch.

This isn't putting out a fire.

It's more like lighting one.

Stash.

Hey, anyone here?

Stash.

Red?

I'd been wondering what had become of Kid's girlfriend Red

since his death.

Hey, Charlie.

CHARLIE: She was more lost than ever.

RED: What are you doing here?

I'm looking for Stash.

RED: He's not here.

What are you doing here?

Red, look, you want me to take you to a shelter or something?

RED: No, I'm just staying here until I go to Mexico.

You know, you're always Kid's favourite.

Right.

Have you seen Stash?

Last I heard he was hanging out at the shack.

And where's that?

Are you in a hurry, Charlie?

'Cause we could catch up if you wanted.

Maybe some other time.

I'll see you.

It takes me a week to find the shack,

and I'm not looking forward to what I might find.

[music playing]

STASH: What do you want, cop?

Shit, Stash.

Come on, bro.

I said, what do you want, cop?

Nothing, man.

Schizo sent me.

Liar.

You want some candy?

Do you want a candy?

Yeah?

I'll feed you candy like a little bird.

Open wide.

CHARLIE: What happened?

STASH: Huh?

With the bike.

Oh.

I thought maybe a cop put a bug on it.

Why would they do that?

STASH: I don't know.

You tell me.

Ha.

Very funny.

STASH: Do you want a hit?

No, you know I just stick to weed.

Do you want a hit?

No, man.

That shit makes me paranoid.

CHARLIE: I spend the rest of the night looking for a chance

to talk about the murder.

I ever tell you about that after-hours place, you know,

the one in Chinatown?

But instead, I have to listen to Stash talk

about crap for hours.

STASH: I can tell we're, like, from the same blood, man.

You and me, we're, like, bonded, like this, right?

CHARLIE: By the time I leave, Stash is completely wasted.

Thanks for coming by.

We'll see you in church, huh?

Yeah.

STASH: You seen Darko around lately?

Nah, not so much.

Yeah, all right.

CHARLIE: I figure I have one last shot.

So everything cool or what?

You heard about that?

Well, yeah.

I hear parts and parts.

Like what?

It's like some really bad shit went down.

[laughs]

They don't have a freaking clue who did it.

Are you sure about that?

Oh, yeah.

We wore gloves, balaclava, the whole deal.

We didn't leave a trace.

We were like ghosts.

You got to understand.

When I'm doing business, I am like a machine, one bullet

busts through the guy's chest, hits his girlfriend in the arm,

two for the price of one.

Nice.

Hey, that should be your new nickname, two for one.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, I like that.

If you see Darko, tell him I'm here.

All right, man.

Maybe we should grab a beer or something sometime.

Yeah.

CHARLIE: I have him.

For the first time, I didn't feel like a rat.

I feel like an exterminator.

I should have been happy, but things

were about to go sideways.

Hey.

It wasn't us.

You want to tell me what the hell is going on?

I thought the whole idea was to bank evidence

until we're done here.

You want to calm down and get in the car?

It wasn't ATF.

The local cops picked Stash up on a tip.

But he's still going to think that I tipped 'em.

It gets worse.

They don't have enough to convict him.

So if they charge him, I'm going to have to hand over

the confession you recorded.

But that will blow my cover.

Yeah.

There'll be 700 Vagos wanting you dead.

So how'd this happen?

County cops picked Stash up on a tip.

They got nothing concrete.

And he plays innocent until he shoots his mouth

off a jail about the shooting, and they charge him

with first degree.

And he says he was just bragging.

It was all bullshit.

So they're case is shaky.

Yeah, unless they compel my evidence, which

exposes my informant, jeopardises

the entire investigation.

That's why I need your help.

I'm always happy to help the ATF cause.

The trouble is the DA in charge is John Dorsey.

Do you know Dorsey?

No.

He's got political ambitions.

He's trying to brand himself as tough on crime,

and he's got a hard on for taking down bikers.

Perfect.

Let me just get this straight.

You want me to drop a first-degree murder charge

against a convicted felon who is a member of one of the most

notoriously violent gangs in the state.

SAMANTHA: Uh, yeah, yeah.

Yeah.

But you have to appreciate that this

is a delicate situation.

There are multiple agencies collaborating in this operation

against the Vagos, and we are not ready to show our hand yet.

Well, I'm glad you hear me.

Now, listen a little harder.

I don't put killers back on the street.

So it's all about what looks good on you, right?

You have no idea what's involved in this.

I think what my colleague is trying

to say is that we're concerned that the charge is

a little soft.

You try him.

He gets off.

It doesn't look good.

You work with us now.

We can help make you look good further down the line.

CHARLIE: With so much going wrong, I'm constantly paranoid.

Then, there's the problem of Suzanna.

So I figured the smart move is to try

and patch things up with her before she

shoots her mouth off and accidentally gets me killed.

You know, I never really did care for roses.

CHARLIE: The hell are you doing here?

I need a place to crash for a little while.

The old lady said it was OK with her if it's OK with you.

CHARLIE: Just give me a second.

Hey, hey, hey.

You want to tell me what the hell's going on?

SUZANNA: He just showed up.

You said he could stay?

Isn't he your brother?

SUZANNA: Top you up?

Why, yes, you can.

That's great.

So Darko and I have been sharing some stories about you

Charlie.

You really should share more with your lady, Charlie.

Thank you.

Right?

So are you going to help your brother out, Charlie?

Sure.

Mi casa, dude.

Stay as long as you want.

Appreciate it.

CHARLIE: Suzanna think she's making

a point about our relationship.

She has no idea she could get me killed.

On the other hand, my cover is about to be blown because

of Stash.

This might be my last chance at nailing Darko.

Back to the chessboard, my move.

If I'm going to get a confession from Darko,

first thing I need to do is get Suzanna out of the way.

So you guys eaten?

Why don't you go order something, please?

So what's going on?

You hiding out?

Listen, I need to raise some quick cash.

Are you interested in buying a piece?

Depends.

DARKO: It's a beaut.

It's a Walther P99, got it for 1,200.

It's clean.

I'll give it to you for a grand.

OK.

I'll get you the cash tomorrow.

OK.

So what's really going on?

What do you mean?

They picked up Stash.

I heard.

You went to see him.

Yes, Schizo sent me.

He said you guys went to collect from Johnny H.

He told you that?

Mm-hmm.

What did Stash have to say?

CHARLIE: Not much.

SUZANNA: Pizza's on it's way.

So what are we talking about?

I was just telling Charlie here

that I was going to be going to Vegas for a little while.

He doesn't say another word about Johnny H.

So I stay up, thinking of my next move.

Charlie.

Mm-hmm.

I'm sorry.

What for?

Everything has to be so complicated.

Come here.

It's not your fault. I'm sorry too.

Next day, I head to the ATM.

Only in this case, the ATM is the ATF.

Koz gives me a grand in marked bills,

so I can nail Darko on the gun charge.

But I'm going for more.

First, we drive to pick up the gun.

Wait here.

Mm-hmm.

Come on, come on.

What you doing?

Staring at that gun.

What do you think?

It's big, like your asshole.

DARKO: You got the money?

Not if it's loaded.

Bullets are extra.

CHARLIE: Darko wants me to drop him off to meet some girl who's

going to take him to Vegas.

If I'm going to get a confession out of him,

I'm running out of time.

DARKO: Just pull in over there.

Why Vegas?

Someplace to hang out for a while with my girl.

She'll be here in a couple of minutes.

Thanks, man.

Probably just blow this on slot machines.

Machines, huh?

You know, Stash said he was a machine.

DARKO: What do you mean?

CHARLIE: You know, at Johnny H.'s?

Machine?

He said that?

He said he was a professional.

Because of that jerk, we didn't even get the money.

Johnny tried to run.

Stash panicked, put a cap through him.

Stupid prick even used my gun.

That's her.

Do you think they got enough proof to take you down too?

It depends on what comes out of that idiot mouth is,

doesn't it?

Or your idiot mouth.

Checkmate, dickweed.

So let me get this straight.

If they charge Stash, they can subpoena both his

and Darko's confessions.

Yeah.

This just keeps getting better and better, huh?

What about me?

What if they want me to testify?

One step at a time, Charlie.

The DA will give us his decision in a couple of days.

We'll go from there.

Look, I don't get it.

Why not just charge Darko and Stash,

wrap this thing up, get me the hell out of here?

This is about a lot more than you, Charlie.

22 Green involves a lot of moving parts.

CHARLIE: 22 Green?

This thing has an actual name.

It's a joint operation between the ATF, DA, and local forces.

There's a lot to organise before we can even

talk about pulling you out.

So if my head gets blown off in the force

and there's no one there to hear it,

as far as you two are concerned, it never happened, right?

KOZ: That's-- that's funny.

That's good.

You know, humor is a good survival instinct.

Here's another.

The Vagos are like wolves.

They sense prey.

They attack.

They start barking.

You have to start biting.

That's all they understand.

Sorry, I'm actually late.

Wait, I got another question for you.

Walk me out.

Hey.

What can I help you with?

Look, I need you to level with me, OK?

How much time am I still facing?

It's not really for me to say.

Who makes that decision?

Look, Koz tells me you're one of the best he's worked with.

So it can't hurt.

Hey, personally, I don't see you in prison.

[music playing]

CHARLIE: No one knew how much I wanted to start over,

that I don't have to tell lies every single day.

I got into this to stay out of jail,

but somewhere down the line, things changed.

Taking down these guys became personal.

And now, I can finally see the goal line, and all I got to do

is not fumble the ball.

Hey.

Where have you been?

Took a ride out past Lucerne.

Before that?

CHARLIE: Work.

That's it?

CHARLIE: Yeah.

Don't lie to me.

It's not smart.

What's your problem?

I saw you at the diner.

You what?

I said, I saw you at the diner.

You followed me?

Yeah, what if I did?

Are you out of your frickin' mind?

Tell me about the woman, Charlie.

Oh, my--

Pretty, black.

You do not know what you're messing with here.

Well, then, enlighten me.

It's a-- it's a work friend.

Bullshit.

It's not bullshit.

Bullshit 'cause you sell used car parts.

You don't understand.

Uh, no, I don't.

CHARLIE: I'm out of here.

It's been a while since I went to the ratcatcher

without my recorder, but tonight, I

want to forget this whole looming disaster with Suzanna.

Another round.

CHARLIE: It turns out I'm not the only one needing a drink.

So Felix calls me to his place.

You know what happens when Felix calls you to his house?

He gives you a beer.

He shows you his gun collection, and then he

proceeds to tear your nuts off.

What now, Johnny H.?

Johnny H., a snitch in the ranks,

all the crap that went down in Reno, you name it.

Man, I can't catch a break for all the clowns in this chapter.

You're not going to drink that?

Nah.

You know what?

Screw Felix.

Hey, where's that hot little filly of yours?

Home, I guess.

You guess?

What, you don't know?

Why, you want to ask her out, Schiz?

Hey, I'm just saying.

You don't know where she is, maybe

it's your own fault if she's taken what someone else is

giving, all right?

Lizard. come on and have a drink with me.

Mr. President.

Charles, you look like you got your drink on.

Just one of those nights.

What brings you out?

Oh, I heard the news.

What news?

Did you hear the fool's got nine lives?

Cops dropped all the charges.

Hey, asshole.

You look like shit.

Come here, come here, come here.

I'm catching a lot of shit from Felix over this.

What? Really?

No, no.

Look, the cops don't know anything.

They don't?

Why did they pick you up?

I don't know.

Maybe a rat fed them a story.

Let me ask our cop friend here.

You call me a cop again, I'll rip your tongue out.

Well, you're the only one who knew the story.

Oh, don't give that shit.

You shot your mouth off to half the town.

Now, go back to where you came from.

Schizo, no offense, but you patched in a cop.

SCHIZO: Oh, yeah?

STASH: Maybe it's time we take that patch back, huh?

In that instant, I realised Koz was right.

It's time to bite.

You want my patch, you come and get it.

But I will kill you before you lay a finger on it.

You're a-- you're a real tough guy.

[grunting]

Shut up!

Shut up.

Shut up!

[music playing]

What the hell?

I have it.

You little punk.

He's done.

All right.

CHARLIE: During my time with the Vagos,

they got away with any number of violent assaults,

but this time, the police decide to press charges

against all of us.

Hey.

You knocked my tooth loose.

Are you going to pay for it?

Oh, I'm sorry I didn't knock it out clean.

Let me try again.

SCHIZO: Would you ladies shut up?

Come here.

Get over here, all you.

Listen up.

My lawyer said bail is going to be 50 Gs, and he's on it.

So we're good.

So don't start any shit in here.

This shithole is probably bugged, so watch your mouths.

I'm looking at you.

Chill out.

Tomorrow, we'll all be home.

SAMANTHA: I just heard.

How is he?

I haven't talked to him.

SAMANTHA: Any word on the victim?

They say he'll live.

SAMANTHA: It's a lucky break for them.

I hear Dorsey's prepping a horror show for the judge.

Dorsey?

We asked him to do us a favour.

He got burned.

Now, it's our turn.

[music playing]

CHARLIE: In 2003, the Patriot Act gave law enforcement

new powers to combat domestic terrorists,

and now, the DA is ready to show why those powers are

so important.

Your Honor, the Vagos likes to call themselves a motorcycle

club.

But if these men before you are merely members of a harmless

club, which they like to assert--

lights, please-- then what is the purpose of weapons

such as these, all seized in prior raids from Vagos members?

CHARLIE: In a performance worthy of J. Edgar Hoover,

he paints us as domestic terrorists.

And why do law-abiding club members leave victims such

as these?

These are not club members.

These are members of a violent criminal gang whose brutality

knows no bounds.

CHARLIE: I want to stand up and join him and tell the world

what I've seen Vagos do.

But as far as everyone here knows, I'm one of them.

If they are released, they pose a significant threat

to our community.

And, Your Honour, given the seriousness of the charges,

bail being set at $50,000 is a travesty.

I would ask you--

CHARLIE: He demands 10 times that amount.

The judge buys in.

Bail is raised to half a million each,

and none of us-- none of us has that kind of dough.

No one but Koz and Kiles knows that I'm

an informant for the ATF.

They spring me now, my cover will be blown.

[music playing]

CHARLIE: On paper, I'm a dangerous gangster and a felon.

That means I belong in the murder unit.

I risked my life for almost two years,

fighting to bring this gang to justice,

pretending to be a bad guy.

I pretended so well, I'm about to pay for it like one.

[music playing]

SAMANTHA (ON PHONE): Hello, you've

reached the voicemail of@Samantha Kiles at the organised

crime unit.

Please leave me a message.

I'll get back to you right.