me think about it.
Let me give it some thought.
What the fuck is that supposed to mean ?
Listen man, I got my own club.
Lotta guys depend on me.
Now, what kind of a prick would I be
if I turned on 'em the first time somethin'...
different and better came along, eh ?
Hey, Sid.
Gimme that, man.
Hey !  What the fuck is your problem ?
Every time somebody offers Sid
some nose candy, you end up with it.
Now, why is that ?
What the fuck's wrong with you ?
You can't get high with your friends ?
There is no way
you can join the Jackals.
You have to commit a felony in front of
two members. It's in their bylaws.
- Use your head, Daniel. You're supposed
to be a cop.          - Oh, is that it ?
- For a second, I almost forgot.
- God, I hate this weather.
Doesn't it ever rain ?
- Okay. What's the matter ?
- Nothin'.
Look, we've only been
at this a short time...
and we've succeeded beyond
anyone's expectations.
We've logged over
300 pieces of evidence.
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--
Fuck 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 fuckin' 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 fuck 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 fuckin' hands off me !
- Lyin' motherfuckin' cocksucker !
- I'll kill ya !
- That belongs to a brother of mine !
Piece of shit ! You know what you are ?
You're a fuckin' pig !
Pig-sticker motherfucker,
that's what you are !
Highside, what the fuck
is going on over here ?
This worthless piece of shit's
a fuckin' 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 fuck are you lookin' at, pig ?
- Take it easy, friend.
- We don't want anybody to get hurt.
- Then get the fuck 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 shit, 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