much money you're draggin' around.
I need it to buy dope.
Oh.  You know, I figured you
for a dealer right off.
Listen--
Wrong, Virgil.
I'm an undercover
narcotics officer.
[ laughing ]
Get the fuck outta here.
You're a narc ?
Well, if you was narc--
And I'm not sayin'
that you are--
But, uh, if you was, you could get your ass
dusted for talkin' about it.
Well, what the hell's the difference ?
I'm a bust.
Nobody will sell dope
to me anyways.
That's because of the way you look, man.
I mean, look at you.
If you came up to me and tried to buy dope,
I'd peg you for a narc.
A minute ago, you said I looked like a dealer.
Fuck you, asshole.
I was trying to be polite.
If I was a narc and I wanted to get
into some serious drugs,
I'd hang with bikers.
Bikers control all the heavy dope.
I don't know shit about bikers.
I could teach ya. Well, I ain't like
a member or nothin',
but, uh, they need me.
I work on their bikes.
There ain't nothin' about a scooter
ahat I can't fix.
Hell, when I got through with you,
you'd walk, talk and shit like a biker.
Why the hell would you do that ?
Listen, man.
Now this is strictly confidential.
- But I've always wanted to be cop.
- Come on.
No, really, man.
You know what I mean ?
Carrying a fuckin' gun, arrestin' people.
That's power. Hell, you could even
make me your deputy or somethin'.
Couldn't you ?
- Raise your right hand, Virgil.
- I do.
Not yet, asshole.
- We got a whole ceremony to do first.
- Sorry, man.
Do you solemnly swear
to take all of my orders...
never shoot anybody
or carry a gun ?
- Wait a minute, man.
- No guns, Virgil.
Any shooting needs done,
I'll handle it.
I'm the narc.
You're the fuckin' deputy.
That ain't fair ! How can I arrest anybody
if I haven't got a gun ?
- Do you swear or not ?
- Yeah, I-I-I guess so, man.
Good.
Then it is with all
the power in my office...
that I now pronounce you...
deputy sheriff.
Oh, man.
This is somethin'.
This is really somethin'.
- Are you sure you're a cop ?
- Where do we start ?
Modest beginnings start
with a single blow of a horn, man.
Now, when you get through
with this thing,
every dick-head in the world's
gonna wanna own it.
Do you know anything at all about
the internal combustion engine ?
** [ "Working On It " by Chris Rea ] **
** Get working **
** Work, work, work **
** I got eight little fingers **
** And only two thumbs **
** But they lead me at least **
** While I get the job done **
** Work, work, work **
** Can't ya see I'm workin' **
** Work, work, work **
** Ooh, ooh **
** I'm workin' on it **
** Yeah **
** Ooh-ooh **
** I'm workin' on it **
** Work, work, work **
** Well, they're comin' from above me **
** And they're comin' from below **
** Work, work, work **
** Yeah, they're in there right behind me **
** Everywhere that I go **
** Work, work, work **
** And my buddy, he's screamin' **
** Down the telephone line **
** He say gimme, gimme, gimme **
** Say I ain't got the time **
** Ooh, ooh **
** Oh, no **
** Can't ya see I'm workin' on it **
** Work, work, work **
** Ooh, ooh **
** I'm workin' on it **
** Yeah, yeah **
** Go tell 'em **
[ Virgil ] There's all different
kind of bikers, man.
And then there are Jackals.
Jackals is the fuckin' cream.
You don't gotta be a rocket scientist
to get close to 'em.
They only got a few rules.
But most important is stompin'.
Stompin' means somebody hits a Jackal,
he's gonna have 30 of 'em on his neck.
A dude asks a Jackal
to get outta his house,
he's gonna come back with an army
and stomp the bastard to death.
** I know this town **
** Has got the best of me **
** I'll tell you why **
** Well, they're comin' from above me **
** And they're comin' from below **
** They're in there right behind me **
** Everywhere that I go **
** My buddy's screamin' **
** Down the telephone line **
** He said gimme, gimme, gimme **
** Said I ain't got the time no **
**