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...and I never wanna see you again"

didn't you understand?

How about the part that stops you

from driving off right now?

Thirsty?

All right, one beer. But you're buying.

- What up, Junior? You all right?

- No, I'm definitely not all right, man. Move!

Watch out, white boy.

- Call it an accident?

- How about I kick your ass?

No, I prefer we still call it an accident.

- How about now?

- Now it looks like you owe me a beer.

- Junior! Junior!

- I'm gonna kill you!

Come on, chill!

I'm gonna talk to you. Why you always

got to show your ass, man, huh?

Why you can't come here

and play your position?

Look at me, boy.

I love you. You're my brother,

but you better stop embarrassing me.

Stop acting so damn crazy.

And I got your back for life.

Well, if you got my back, then show me,

blood, on everything!

You ain't got my back, man. You ain't

got my back, Trey. Forget you, man.

Watch out. Get out of my way, man.

Dawson's Creek almost beat

your brother's ass, blood.

Shut up, man. Go get my dog.

- What're we gonna do about Ford?

- Junior just solved our problem.

- Why don't we just grab him right now?

- No, not now.

I got a better idea. Get the boys.

What is it with you, Ford?

Everywhere you go, everything turns to hell.

Yeah, it's a talent I have.

Go powder your nose, China.

Let's have some fun.

- That's him. Get him.

- There he is.

We'd like to thank the Hellions for

messing up another gig. I'm out of here.

He ain't going anywhere.

- Here he comes.

- There he goes. Get him!

See you, Junior.

Hey, what's up, man?

Hey. What's up?

Hey, dude.

Damn!

You screwed me, Junior.

I assume you're apologizing

for setting up a deal you couldn't do.

I made promises based on your black ass.

And now I've got a problem.

- But you're gonna help me out of it.

- Yo, dog.

Just give me time. I'm gonna talk to Trey.

We could work this out, man.

I could make this happen, all right?

Time's up.

You know what to do, baby?

There's this one road that winds up

the coast from Bangkok to Pattani.

It's got mountains on one side,

ocean on the other...

...so close sometimes it feels like

you can just drag your foot in it.

I tell you, the last six months, every time

I took that drive I thought about you.

Did you come all this way

to sell me a trip to Thailand?

You got to the bottom of this beer.

Explain away.

All right.

First met Henry about a year ago. I didn't

like him, but he was a paying customer.

I fixed his chopper a couple times.

Six months ago, he turns up at your shop...

...with these two bikes.

He asked me if I'd mind looking after them.

I figure,

what the hell, right?

So I do.

Then I go to move them, they don't start.

So I check the tanks.

They're filled with kilos of crystal meth.

So first thing, I get them out of there.

So that's why that fed McPherson

raided my shop after you split.

And you dropped off

the face of the Earth.

I took off...

...so that you wouldn't get dragged into it.

I split.

Now I'm the only one involved with Henry.

So you left to protect me?

What'd you think, you were gonna just

come back and explain everything...

...and then we'd just ride off

into the sunset together?

More or less.

Well, which is it? More or less?

Well, I was actually thinking Mexico.

- You're killing me.

- Get your gear on.

- Not a good time.

- Heading to Cabo. Shane's coming.

- Damn, really?

- Yeah.

- Give me 10 minutes, all right?

- Come on.

Move.

Move, man! Move!

Damn!

Wait. That's my brother, man.

It's all right.

Oh, no. No, man.

I'm taking him with me.

You can't do that, son.

Now, we're gonna find out who done this.

If you have any ideas who would

want to kill your brother...

If I knew who did this,

you'd have two dead bodies right now.

We got a witness.

Says she saw the whole thing.

A white male, mid-20s,

rode a custom motorcycle.

- Wore black and orange leathers.

- Black and orange leathers?

Hey, you know somebody

who fits that description?

Not anymore.

Let's go!

FBI. Agent McPherson,

federal gang task force.

Sheriff Barnes.

You don't look like your typical fed.

What'd you expect? A cheap suit,

late-model Taurus, a $ 10 haircut?

How'd y'all get here so fast?

Get this many motorheads

in one place, all wearing colors...

...something's bound to happen.

Pays to be close.

Oh, this is Agent Henderson.

Don't let her good looks fool you.

She's one of the best field operatives.

Excuse me, I have to take this.

Yeah. Hi, baby.

I'm at a crime scene right now.

- It's a typical homicide.

- Typical homicide?

Maybe you can explain to me

what a typical homicide is.

All right, I'll take care of it.

Yeah, I promise.

- I've got an eyewitness.

- You do?

- Yeah.

- You've practically got this solved.

I love you too. Jesus Christ.

We've got the murder weapon

and she saw the whole thing.

Congratulations.

I don't care if we have to comb

every inch of California.

I want that boy Ford, and I want

his head in Dojo's bowl by midnight.

- Amen?

- Amen.

Come on, boy.

Motel policy for cash customers.

Jay.

- Got him.

- Son of a b*tch.

- I tried to pop Ford six months ago.

- He's cute.

You can visit him in prison. Map.

That's why you broke, you eat too much.

- I got it.

- That's okay.

What were you planning on paying with,

your good looks or your smile?

I love a girl who can

take care of herself, man.

I would've come back too.

If you boys will excuse me.

It seems like I'm overdue

for some paint and bodywork myself.

So, what are you gonna do about Henry?

We got a plan, right?

Yeah, once we're in the clear, I'm gonna tell

Henry where he can pick up his sh*t.

Of course...

...l'm also gonna call that punk

McPherson and tell him.

Arrange a get-together with the evidence.

That way everybody gets

what they deserve, right?

Henry gets his sh*t,

McPherson gets Henry...

...and we all go to Mexico and get drunk.

As I reported earlier, Wallace, a member

of an Inglewood motorcycle gang...

...the Reapers, was brutally murdered

last night with a motorcycle chain.

With the help of an eyewitness,

the FBI has come up with a suspect:

Cary Ford, a white male

in his late 20s.

Ford was last seen riding

a black custom motorcycle...

...wearing orange and black

racing leathers.

If you have any idea

as to his whereabouts...

...please contact the local authorities.

Cary Ford is now the prime suspect

in the murder of Junior Wallace.

Call the sheriff, Hal.

Ford was just spotted at Lone Pine.

Let's drive a little.

Yeah.

Heard on the scanner

they spotted the white boy.

- Dawson's Creek, the white boy.

- All right, get me a map.

We gotta make up some time.

- Yeah?

- Give me Ford.

Ford. It's for you.

- Ford.

- Change in plans.

Seems your buddy Junior's dead.

Feds think you did it.

Reapers think you did it.

Hell, everybody thinks you did it.

You tell me where my stuff is

and it all goes away.

I don't take orders, Henry.

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