Beyond the Law Page #5

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and we've succeeded beyond

anyone's expectations.

We've logged over

Daniel, the director of the FBI

called me yesterday.

Me, personally. Huh ! I couldn't believe it--

That's great, Price.

I'm really thrilled for ya.

You've got a shell

around you a mile thick.

Now, you're gonna have to open up

to somebody. It might as well be me.

Now, if I can talk--

F*** you, man ! I don't wanna talk to you.

- I'm not even sure If I like you !

- Hold on !

- Next week is San Carlos run.

- Yeah.

Our calculation is that over 50

motorcycle gangs will be involved.

What's your point ?

- The FBI wants you to take one of their

agents in undercover. -- No f***in' way !

- They have an experienced officer

they feel can pass. -- Too dangerous !

- There'll be 20 more state cops in marked cars--

- I won't do it, goddamn it !

FBI wants to send somebody in, you let 'em.

But he'll f*** up and they'll kill him !

And then you can call the director

of the FBI and tell him about it.

You can call him, Price, personally.

[ sighs ]

I'm not going to San Carlos today.

I need to catch up in the darkroom.

Do you remember

what happened last night ?

You had a nightmare.

I woke up,

you were crying like a little kid...

begging somebody

to stop hitting you.

[ sighs ]

I held you for a while.

I thought you woke up, but...

you looked at me and you said,

"take the, the handcuffs off."

Jesus.

I'm almost finished here, Dan.

I have all the pictures I need.

I'm gonna write the story in L.A.

That's good.

Have you... thought about what

you're gonna do after this ?

I thought...

Maybe we could make...

peanut butter and grape juice drinks

for the next few years.

I'm really scared.

Renee, don't worry.

I'm okay.

I gotta go.

I really am--

I'm okay.

[ whispering ]

I don't think so.

[ "Body Bags" By Saigon Kick ]

[ biker ]

Where'd you get your scooter at ?

- Get your f***in' hands off me !

- Lyin' motherfuckin' cocksucker !

- I'll kill ya !

- That belongs to a brother of mine !

Piece of sh*t ! You know what you are ?

You're a f***in' pig !

Pig-sticker motherf***er,

that's what you are !

Highside, what the f***

is going on over here ?

This worthless piece of sh*t's

a f***in' cop.

I know this scooter. It belonged to a brother

of mine. FBI confiscated it months ago.

[ biker ]

Kill the bastard !

[ grunting ]

[ crowd shouting indistinctly ]

They made him.

Let's move !

[ sirens wailing ]

- The f*** are you lookin' at, pig ?

- Take it easy, friend.

- We don't want anybody to get hurt.

- Then get the f*** outta my face !

And take the rest

of these pigs with you.

[ crowd cheering ]

[ engines idling ]

Damn, Sid, you were really

out there, brother.

- I hate cops, Blood.

- Hey, me too.

I hate 'em more than anything.

Some of those undercover guys

are pretty clever.

You ever get conned by one ?

I can smell a cop

a hundred miles away, man.

Holy sh*t, man,

you got balls that clank.

You get some kinda kick outta

pushin' like that ? Hmm ?

I met a couple of dudes from the Dusters, man.

Gonna sell us some heroin on the way back.

- How much ? -- That's the interesting part.

As much as we f***in' want.

- We're gonna need some wheels though.

- Done.

Psycho-f***ing-delic !

Thirty grand, on the button. Listen, man,

can you give us a lift back to town ?

I wanna leave my truck here.

Oh, no, man, we're goin' the other way.

Yeah, we'll take ya.

Get in.

Hey, man, can't you wait ?

Who the f*** waits, man ? Commuters

wait for trains. I don't wait for nobody.

Do you want a fix first ?

No, man, he's safety conscious.

You know, like, do not geeze and drive.

[ laughing ]

- Who do you know in Cleveland, man ?

- None of your f***in' business.

My f***in' business ?

What f***in' street do you

live on in Cleveland, man ?

F*** you !

Hey, goddamn it, man !

[ indistinct shouting ]

[ siren wailing ]

Kick your f***in' ass !

- Aaah !

- What are you doin' ?

Goddamn it, man !

[ grunting, groaning ]

Cut it out ! Now !

I got an idea.

Let's shoot each other.

You go first.

Holy Jesus, man !

You're crazy.

Let's get the hell outta here.

- Get in the car, Virgil.

- I don't think so, man. This is where Virgil gets off.

- What are you talkin' about ?

- You man, that's what the f*** I'm talkin' about !

- I mean, look at this sh*t.

- You're f***in' nuts !

If you ever was a cop,

you ain't a cop anymore.

I mean, no f***in' cop in the

world does sh*t like that !

Here, man, you get yourself a new deputy.

I just can't keep up with you no more.

Okay.

I'll see you around...

dildo.

[ siren wailing ]

Sh*t.

Get your hands in the air and get

out of the car. Come on, move !

All right, now, you turn around.

Do it !

Lock your hands behind your head.

You stay right there, a**hole.

- Gimme your hands.

- Take it easy.

You got any kinda I.D. ?

What the f*** did I do ?

What'd you do ?

You got born, birdbrain !

You gotta gimme a phone call.

- You'll get one when I get around to it !

- Heh-heh !

- You gotta give me a f***in' phone call !

- Sit down, kid.

There's nothin' you can do.

Charlie ?

Bogus Charlie ?

I know you ?

You told me a story about an Indian

who ran away from his shadow, remember ?

Oh, yeah.

You don't look like the same--

Why did you tell me that ?

Why did you tell me that ?

I don't know.

Jesus Christ, you're chokin' me !

I'm sorry.

The Indian in the story,

what happens to him ?

He goes down into his hole

and finds his shadow.

A moon woman

sews it back on for him.

But before he can climb

back out he has to meet--

Who ?

- Look, kid, it's just a story--

- Who does he have to meet ?

Death.

I gotta get the f*** outta here.

You spit in my face, you beat

a federal agent almost half to death.

Then you point your gun at a state

trooper and dare him to shoot you.

- I did what I had to, damn it. -- You did more

than that. You were enjoying yourself.

I saw you ! You've jeopardized

this entire operation.

There isn't a cop within a thousand

miles who isn't gunnin' for you !

F*** 'em ! And f*** you !

[ grunts ]

Everything's turnin' to sh*t.

It's gotta stop.

Look-- I don't wanna go on with this.

Let's make some arrests.

It's obvious you're

under a terrible strain.

But now is not the best time

to terminate the operation.

I can't do this anymore ! -- Just give me two weeks.

We've worked so hard on this.

Everything we've done could go out the

window. I've been invited to Washington !

You f***.

Pardon ?

Price goes to Washington.

Price smashes drug ring.

You don't give a sh*t about

anything or anybody but yourself.

You're pathetic.

- Where are you going ?

- I'm gonna drink with a friend.

Ah, sh*t.

[ sighs ]

Nobody's got any identity anymore.

Ya ever notice that ?

A bunch of gray men

walkin' around.

No faces, no balls,

carryin' their f***in' lunch pails.

Only one solution, man.

Put on my colors, Sid.

When you got the gun,

you walk in a room,

everybody shits in their pants.

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