Wild Hogs Page #30

SFX:
SIREN

Jack and the Hells Angels look up the road.

ANGLE ON:
DOWN STREET. CHARLEY is riding his shiny

Harley Davidson police bike. Behind him are BUCK and

EARL, driving a police cruiser. Behind the cruiser is a

large group of people carrying rakes, hedge clippers,

brooms... It's all the citizens of Lucas.

ANGLE ON:
Hells Angels. They're stunned.

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CHARLEY pulls up to the group and gets off his

motorcycle.

CHARLEY:

All right, Jack. That'll be enough of

that.

JACK:

Are you kidding? And what makes you

think you can ride a motorcycle without

our permission?

CHARLEY:

I'll ride whatever I want from now on.

I'm the sheriff of Lucas, and I'm not

tolerating any more lawlessness.

BOB helps DOUG, WOODY, and DUDLEY to their feet, as Jack

takes a step towards Charley.

CHARLEY (CONT'D)

I'd stop right there, Jack.

Earl and Buck get out of the cruiser with two shotguns.

They cock the guns and walk to Charley's side. Jack

looks concerned.

JACK:

What? You're going to shoot us?

CHARLEY:

No. Not unless you want to do something

stupid like ignoring--

Buck grabs his missing ear as he starts to loose his

balance. He tips over and falls. As he hits the ground,

the shotgun fires and hits OILCAN in the leg. Oilcan

falls to the ground.

OILCAN:

Ahhhhhh! He shot me! I just got shot!!

Charley looks over at Buck, then back to Jack.

CHARLEY:

Um... Yeah, I guess we're going to shoot

you.

The Hells Angels suddenly look nervous, and back up a few

steps. Charley steps towards Jack.

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CHARLEY (CONT'D)

We're not going to live in fear of your

gang anymore, Jack. If the Wild Hogs can

stand up to you - so can everyone of us.

The crowd of townspeople gathers behind Charley and nods.

BUD:

(FROM CROWD)

That's right. You mess up our town,

we'll do the same to you!

The crowd cheers as THOMAS MILBORN, the guy Earl pointed

out as a child molester, steps forward.

THOMAS MILBORN:

Yeah! People like you are the scum of

the earth!

The crowd is silent for a moment, then hesitantly gives a

uncomfortable cheer. Charley turns back to the Hells

Angels.

CHARLEY:

The point is, from now on you need to

treat Lucas with kindness and respect.

And when you do, you'll be treated the

same. And if you don't...

Charley looks over at OILCAN, who's tending to the bullet

wound in his thigh.

CHARLEY (CONT'D)

Then I guess we'll keep... shooting you.

Got it?

Jack looks at all the townspeople. He knows he's beaten.

He nods bitterly.

CHARLEY (CONT'D)

Good. Now I'd like you to untape our

friend Dudley.

Jack signals to one of the Hells Angels. He grabs

Dudley's tape and spins him around to untape him.

DUDLEY:

Ow. Ow! Ow, ow. Ow. Ow!...

After a painful minute, Dudley is untaped. Charley looks

at Jack's jacket.

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CHARLEY:

And I believe that's his jacket.

Jack begrudgingly takes off Dudley's "Wild Hogs" jacket

and tosses it to him. Dudley proudly puts it on.

CHARLEY (CONT'D)

And as I recall, that '51 Panhead was

traded to Dudley.

Jack looks over at the mint condition motorcycle and

shakes his head.

JACK:

No way. He can have his Sportster back.

CHARLEY:

Uh uh. A deal's a deal, Jack.

Jack grits his teeth and throws a set of keys at Dudley.

The crowd chatters in approval as Dudley gets on the '51

Panhead and starts the engine. He revs it a few times

and Jack shoots Doug an infuriated glare.

JACK:

(TO DOUG)

Hope you're happy. You suburban posers

are a disease. You need to learn some

damn respect for real bikers.

Doug smiles.

DOUG:

You still don't get it do you, Jack?

JACK:

Get what?

DOUG:

We are the real bikers.

As Doug says this, Dudley kicks the Panhead into gear and

shoots forward - out of control. He instantly crashes

into a steel light post. Everyone in the crowd cringes

DUDLEY LOOKS:

as the bike falls over in a crumpled heap.

up from the ground.

DUDLEY:

Yeah, I'll take the Sportster back, I

guess.

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Jack just stares at the trashed motorcycle, mortified.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. STREET OUTSIDE POLICE STATION - LATER THAT AFTERNOON

It's later that afternoon in Lucas. DOUG, BOB and WOODY

walk to their motorcycles with CHARLEY, EARL and BUCK.

CHARLEY:

Well, I wish you guys would stay longer.

DOUG:

Ahh, we should be heading back. I think

we've had enough excitement for one trip.

Earl steps forward and shakes Doug's hand.

EARL:

You guys were a blessing to this place.

I mean... I'm not going to get all

emotional like "hamburger head" here

always does.

Earl laughs and looks to his left. Buck isn't there. He

quickly looks to the right, where Buck is staring at him

in disbelief.

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