Stone Cold

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Let's go!

Get down!

Get over here!

I love it!

Shut up!

Big fun.

Charlie, unload the cash drawers.

Hot.

What the f***!

Charlie.

Go check it out.

Mom! Mom!

Shut up!

Don't you f***ing move.

Relax, man. I'll buy the

damn thing, all right?

Charlie!

- Son of a b*tch.

- Shut up! Go check it out.

- Screw that business, man.

- Hey.

I said, "Check it f***ing out." Now!

F***, man.

Why the f*** I got

to baby-sit? Charlie!

Charlie!

- My baby...

- Shut up!

Come on.

Is somebody playing with me?

Somebody thinking they can f*** with me?

I'm going to kill Miss Tinselteeth.

You wanna play? Okay, come here.

Try me.

Son of a b*tch!

Joe, what the hell's going on?

You're still on suspension.

Let me see you sweet-talk

your way out of this one.

Huff.

What have you got to say

for yourself this time?

You got to clean up on Aisle 4.

Better not shoot me, baby.

Man, that's bullshit.

Try it up here, motherf***er.

Come on. That's it.

Give me some head, baby.

All right, brother.

Come on, man.

Well, that's cute, baby.

Look at what I got here.

Try that, motherf***er.

I demand the death penalty

Court will come to order!

The jury has found the defendant

guilty of murder in the first degree.

I hereby sentence you to 45 years,

in the State Penitentiary

without possibility of parole.

Yo, Fido!

Here we go. Soup's on, my man.

What's up? Aren't you hungry?

Come here.

Listen up. You're gonna have to eat

your grub if you wanna be a stud.

Yeah, that's easy for you to say.

Go away.

Why don't they ever listen?

Eat your food.

- What?

- Joe Huff? FBI.

Officer Huff, this is Special Agent

Frank Cunningham.

He's aware of your three-week

suspension for insubordination.

Chains Cooper. Runs the

Brotherhood in Mississippi.

They've been on a killing spree.

Three local religious figures were

murdered there in the last month.

They convicted one

Brotherhood biker of it.

The day after the sentencing,

the judge was found dead.

Yeah, I read about it.

We know they're responsible,

we just can't prove it.

We also suspect them of

working with the Mafia.

They're trying to branch

out nationwide into drugs,

contract hits,

prostitution, you name it.

Washington wants to shut them down.

So then you're not investigating me?

You've logged more biker-related arrests

than any other officer in Alabama.

How would you go about

nailing these guys?

The agent infiltrates the organization,

turns a witness, sets up a

sting, nabs them in the act.

That's right, isn't it?

Yeah. I'd give him three days before

they drag his ass down the interstate.

- Don't you think if they take a prospect...

- Prospect?

- A prospect's a new member on probation.

- Like a fraternity brother?

Yeah.

How do you feel about working in

Mississippi under FBI jurisdiction?

We can arrange to have

your suspension lifted.

We want you to go undercover

inside the Brotherhood.

Agent Dockery will be

your contact in the field.

Call me Lance.

No sale. I think I'll

sit out my three weeks.

Well, Huff, your three week suspension

just became six months. Without pay.

- On the other hand...

- That's blackmail.

No, the FBI doesn't

believe in blackmail.

The choice is yours.

Good morning. It's 6:02, time to rise

and shine. Glad you're aboard with us.

This can't be happening to me.

I got caf au lait here. I've got

croissants and those beignet-type things.

Even got a bran muffin to get you started.

Are you a bit cranky this morning, Joe?

I wasn't until you showed up.

Okay, fine. So let's rap.

The sooner we get started...

The sooner we can stop

the forces of evil, yeah.

I thought maybe we could set

up some lines of communication

and talk about a general plan of action

where you can reach me; phone number,

beeper. Since I am your partner.

I don't work with a partner, man.

Joe, do you have a dog?

What's the matter? Haven't you

ever seen one of those before?

Yeah, but not quite that well-made.

- Wake up, baby. You'll be late for work.

- Okay.

- Say hi to the schmuck.

- Hi.

Hi.

What are you doing here?

I thought I'd help you

out on your first night.

Blend into the background incognito.

The collar up is no

good, right? I knew that.

Come on, you're ruining

the whole goddamn...

Why don't you rub some

grease on your hair?

No, I draw the line at that.

If I get any germs, I'll be eating the

whole spectrum of antibiotics for a week.

- What's the matter with you?

- I'm a little phobic, okay?

Just a little bit hypochondriacal.

It's a problem, but I'm dealing with it.

- Does Cunningham know you're out here?

- No.

- Then what are you doing here, Lance?

- Facing my fears?

Follow me.

This club's one of six

owned by the Brotherhood.

Truckers get their rocks off

by watching the girls dance.

- Are you paying attention?

- Yeah.

The girls sell speed back to the truckers.

That's where your bank is.

- And get two cold ones.

- May I have a glass, too, please?

There's your glass, Junior.

Casanova with the broad upstairs.

- The one who looks like a roach?

- Yeah, the one who looks like a roach.

That's Ice Hensley, sergeant

at arms at the Bayou Chapter.

If I rattle his cage, that puts me one

step closer to our man Chains Cooper.

I just don't know how to do it.

He does look kind of viral, doesn't he?

Tell you what. I'm going to

make some noise. Sit tight.

Excuse me. Can I have

another glass, please?

This one is filthy. Thank you.

Hey, Ice.

Answer me a question.

How come your lady's been

eyeing my tail all night?

My. What have we got here?

Looks like we got us a

grown-up version of Bam-Bam.

You sure are pretty, Bam-Bam.

- Look, I just asked a question.

- You're really a pretty boy.

Ain't he a pretty boy? Real pretty face.

How'd you like me to f*** it up for you?

What do you want?

I just got out of the pen.

I heard you boys were the heavy

hitters in town. I guess I was wrong.

- You're a yard bird, motherf***er?

- I did my time.

Pretty boy like you must

have done some painful time.

You gonna use that stick?

You wanna dance with me?

Ice, get down here!

Let me go! Get out of here!

We want our money back,

and we want it right now.

You sold us some bad sh*t.

I heard the b*tch say haul your ass!

You can do it, or I will.

We didn't come here for no fight.

Just give us $1,000 and we're gone.

I got news for you, baby.

You're already gone.

Ice, man.

Ice! Ice, man.

You all right?

Damn, man.

Next time, mind your own

f***ing business, honey.

You're welcome. He's a nice guy.

- Thanks, man. You got a name?

- John Stone.

People around here call me Gut.

Good.

The Brotherhood is having a rally

this weekend. Why don't you come down?

- I'll look forward to it.

- All right.

Let's go, a**hole. Come on, Bam-Bam.

Damn!

You ran one hell of a race, dude.

Too damn good.

F*** him over!

Hey, Stone, man.

Go on, Stone. You can get him, man.

Come on, Stone.

Is that all you've got?

F***ing wimp.

Come on, Stone. Get up!

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