Original subtitles

CHARLES FALCO: It's all about the choices we make, right?

It's the choices that get us where we're going.

POLICE: Put your hands up! Don't move!

FALCO: Me, I took a deal to stay out of jail.

KOZ: Falco? FALCO: Yeah.

KOZ: Koz.

How much you know about the Vagos?

FALCO: Not much.

FALCO: Always looking for the easy ride.

KOZ: Well, what I need is for you to gather evidence.

FALCO: The cops called me a confidential informant.

The Vago motorcycle club I infiltrated

called me a snitch.

*

(glass breaking)

(indistinct yelling)

FALCO: Who cares what they think?

They're mostly in jail now.

I left California and I disappeared

into witness protection.

Charlie Falco's dead. Long live Charlie Conner.

*

FALCO: No one ever mentioned my new home in Virginia

just happens to be ground zero

for one of America's biggest biker wars.

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cycle approaching)

(motorcycle approaching)

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FALCO: Virginia's home to more biker gangs

than I can list,

all of them fighting for a slice of the territory.

And presiding over this war is one guy.

Well, let's just say his reputation precedes him.

THE DEVIL: You called this parley.

So what d'you want?

SOULS' BOSS: I thought we had a truce going, Devil.

I mean, we stay out of your territory,

and you stay out of ours.

That includes Petersburg.

THE DEVIL: I got friends in Petersburg.

You saying I have to ask permission to visit?

SOULS' BOSS: (laughs) Come on.

We seen your boys muscle their way

into our bars to move your dope.

We see you there again, you know how it's gonna end.

THE DEVIL: I'll tell you how it ends.

From now on, I'm gonna lift my leg

and I'm gonna mark any territory I want.

And I ain't gonna let no Maggot stop me.

*

(indistinct yelling)

(scuffling and punching)

(scuffling and punching)

(scuffling and punching)

(biker choking)

(gunshot)

(engines starting)

SNIPER: Follow him! Don't let him get away!

Go!

(tires squealing)

(engines roaring)

(biker choking)

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(tires squealing)

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(tires squealing)

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(tires squealing)

(motorcycle crashes)

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(Souls' boss breathing heavily)

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SOULS' BOSS: Devil? C'mon, man.

Devil...

THE DEVIL: You got no one to blame but yourself.

(engines starting)

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SOULS' BOSS: Devil!

What kind of man are you?

(engines revving)

(tires squealing)

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(tires squealing)

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THE DEVIL: Bag him up.

And mop this place down.

FALCO: Sometimes I feel like I've been to hell and back.

But there are circles of hell in America,

just waiting for lost souls like me.

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* Bite down You gotta blow it up *

* You gotta give it hell You gotta pull the plug *

* You can run away You can kill the beast *

* You can try to kill yourself But you can never kill me *

* Hey, if this is how the world will end *

* You can burn it again 'Cause we will not go quietly *

(radio playing news)

(repairing sounds)

MIKE: Conner?

Charlie!

FALCO: (sighs) Yeah?

MIKE: How much longer on that fan-belt?

FALCO: I'm done, but the engine's still vibrating.

MIKE: Don't worry about that.

Can pick it up in half an hour, mam.

Thank you.

FALCO: Mike, if it's the engine mounts,

that's a pretty big job.

MIKE: Charlie, pull it out of the bay.

It's alright, she'll pick it up.

FALCO: Just saying it doesn't make sense.

MIKE: What doesn't make sense is the fact

that I'm still paying you off the books.

You know anything about that social security number yet?

FALCO: Still waiting on it.

MIKE: Yeah, well, I can't keep you going

like this forever, Charlie.

(radio playing news)

*

FALCO: Sthis is the new me...

Charlie Conner.

No passport, no birth certificate,

no driver's license.

Trying to put the past behind me,

but always looking over my shoulder.

Witness protection is supposed to be a new start.

Turns out even the little things like finding an apartment

are tough when you got no ID, no bank account,

no history.

(door closes)

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FALCO: I gotta make this work.

I need to make this work.

What else am I gonna do?

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FALCO: I fill my days with routine,

but it's hardly a life.

(opens bottle)

FALCO: It used to take something big

to get under my skin.

These days, it's the little things that set me off.

(remote hits floor)

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(crashing)

FALCO: (screaming)

(breathing deeply)

(breathing deeply)

FALCO: Where does this come from?

Hating who I was? Hating who I've become?

FALCO: (sighs)

FALCO: Maybe I'd rather not know.

(door closes)

FALCO: Sometimes the pain feels good.

(slow rock music playing)

FALCO: I guess one day I'll connect the dots.

But part of me knows I might not like what I'll find.

(slow rock music playing)

(slow rock music playing)

SARAH JANE: Well, look who's back.

FALCO: Hey, yeah, I'll have the large--

SARAH JANE: Large Greek with chicken and fries?

'Cause you, sir, are a man of habit.

FALCO: Yeah, you know, the president has a closet

filled with the exact same suit,

so that he has one less decision to make on a busy day.

SARAH JANE: Is that right?

So this means you and the president

are both busy and decisive?

Or predictable and boring?

FALCO: Well, I can't speak for the president personally,

but I myself am trying to quit

the whole unpredictable and exciting thing.

FALCO: Feels better to be out,

even though I can't be myself.

But I'm not only loner trying to get a toe hold

in this state.

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(motorcycle engine)

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BULLET: What's up, Dirtbag?

I got a sit-down with Crowbar.

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DIRTBAG: (sighs)

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(laughter and chatter)

(laughter and chatter)

(laughter and chatter)

(dog growling)

(dog barks)

CROWBAR: Bullet.

BULLET: Crowbar.

(dog barking and growling)

BULLET: You gonna leash that thing?

CROWBAR: Baby's just lettin' you know that she don't

care for your patch.

BULLET: Well, I can't say I care for Baby's attitude.

(dog barks)

BULLET: We doin' this or what?

DIRTBAG (to dog): Come on.

Come on.

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CROWBAR: I thought this was a deal with you and Stubby.

But I only see you.

BULLET: Stubby's out bad.

From now on, you deal straight with me.

CROWBAR: So you're the president of a chapter of one.

Doesn't that scare you, Bullet?

A Mongol from California,

riding all alone in a Pagan state?

BULLET: Well, I met a biker from up near Richmond.

Calls himself The Devil.

He tells me Virginia's an Outlaw state.

Maybe I should take my business to him.

CROWBAR: As promised...

9 mm Glock clone, untraceable.

Takes standard mag all the way up

to 100 round barrel.

(distant music playing)

(distant music playing)

(distant music playing

CROWBAR: What's this for?

BULLET: Your bonus.

CROWBAR: Well, I like your style.

BULLET: If you can get me 20 more.

CROWBAR: 20 more?

BULLET: As a first order.

CROWBAR: Well, well, well...

Our Mongol friend isn't foolin' around,

is he, Dirtbag?

Why so many?

BULLET: That's my business.

CROWBAR: Well, if I'm gonna sell you 20 pieces,

it's my business.

You starting an army or something?

BULLET: I'm sending 'em west to my club.

CROWBAR: Boys can't get their own guns?

BULLET: It's way too hot.

ATF, FBI; every damn agency's got their eyes on us.

It's better to buy 'em here and send 'em back.

CROWBAR: Hmph...

BULLET: And if this works out,

maybe we turn it into a regular thing.

CROWBAR: How regular?

BULLET: Let's see how you do the first time.

CROWBAR: Oh, you get the cash, I'll make the deal.

BULLET: I'll get the cash,

you take me to the guns, and I make the deal.

CROWBAR: No, that kinda cuts me out, don't it?

BULLET: You'll get your cut.

But I make the deal.

In or out?

(distant music playing)

(distant music playing)

CROWBAR: I'll call my guy.

(distant music playing)

(distant music playing)

SARAH JANE: Hit the spot?

I'd, uh... I'd hate you to think

I was fishing for better tips,

but I know most of my regulars by name.

FALCO: Oh it's, um, Charlie. Charlie Conner.

SARAH JANE: Charlie...

Well, I, of course, am...

FALCO: Sarah Jane.

It's nice to finally put a name to a tag.

SARAH JANE: Anything else I can get you?

FALCO: I, uh, I wouldn't know where to begin.

SARAH JANE: Hm...

You can start with this.

DONNY: Something wrong with your phone?

SARAH JANE: Donny...

DONNY: You won't take my calls.

Where else am I supposed to talk to you?

SARAH JANE: We've talked, we're done.

DONNY: Maybe I'm not done.

SARAH JANE: Donny, can you please just go?

DONNY: I just said I'm not done here.

FALCO: She asked you to go.

DONNY: Who the hell are you?

SARAH JANE: He's nobody, he's just customer.

Donny...

DONNY: Buddy, you don't know who you're talking--

SARAH JANE: Whoa!

Was that totally necessary?

Hey, hey!

Stop it! Stop it!

(Falco and Donny grunting)

SARAH JANE: I'm calling the cops!

FALCO: No, no! No cops!

SARAH JANE: Get out! Get out!

DONNY: Next time mind your own business.

FALCO: (laughing)

Yeah... Next time?

(laughing)

SARAH JANE: What is the matter with you?

FALCO: I ask myself that every day.

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(dart hits wall)

FALCO: Tick, tick, tick...

Seconds turn into minutes, minutes into days...

Days into years.

When there's nothing to aim for,

life's aimless.

(knock on door)

FALCO: We can choose to do what we want,

but we pay our own tab.

FALCO: Yeah?

SHERRI: Charlie, it's Sherri.

SHERRI: You forget our appointment?

FALCO: Sorry.

SHERRI: Have you been in another fight?

FALCO: I just slipped on some grease at work.

SHERRI: If you're having problems, I need to know.

The Marshal service can't protect you.

FALCO: I know, I signed a pledge.

'Stay out of trouble.' Got it.

SHERRI: How's the job coming?

FALCO: Well, let's just say Charlie Conner's

not gonna be employed much longer

unless he gets a number--

SHERRI: I know. FALCO: --to match the name.

SHERRI: It always takes a while.

FALCO: A while?

(dart hits wall)

FALCO: Hmph. It's been over a year.

SHERRI: Look, I'll check in on that number,

but if you can't keep yourself out of trouble

we can't do our job and protect you.

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(motorcycle approaching)

(tires squeak)

(engine shuts off)

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MEREDITH: Can you not get into a car like a normal person?

BULLET: (scoffs) What's your problem?

MEREDITH: That's it?

BULLET: Mexican clone. No serials, untraceable.

We're ready for a full order.

MEREDITH: How soon?

BULLET: As soon as you can get me the cash.

MEREDITH: Well, I'll need a few days.

BULLET: (sighs) Okay.

I'll tell him three days. That enough time?

Alright.

MEREDITH: Hey, Bullet? Your Pagan buddy.

BULLET: What about him?

MEREDITH: He wouldn't set you up, would he?

BULLET: Y'know, that gum's not the answer.

MEREDITH: Excuse me?

BULLET: Nicotine gum.

All it does is reinforce the idea

that you're trying to quit.

MEREDITH: I am trying to quit.

BULLET: Nobody likes a quitter, Meredith.

MEREDITH: I don't see how insulting me helps.

BULLET: See, what you gotta do

is you gotta shift your identity.

Stop being a smoker trying to quit,

and tell yourself you don't smoke.

Over and over.

C'mon, say it: 'I don't smoke.'

MEREDITH: Did I ask for your advice?

BULLET: 'I don't smoke.'

I don't smoke. Why don't I smoke?

'Cause I'm a nonsmoker.

Tell yourself 'til you believe it,

and that's who you'll be.

(car door closes)

(slow rock music playing)

FALCO: Drinking again...

Not that it helps.

I'm like a negative space.

I'm only here because I'm not.

(water running)

*

(slow rock music playing)

(slow rock music playing)

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FALCO: I need to talk to someone.

But there's only one person who understands

what I'm going through.

FALCO: (sighs) Of course you're not there.

Nobody is anywhere.

Koz...

You 'member when you said there's no checkmate...

KOZ: There's no checkmate in this game, only check.

FALCO: Only check?

Well, I'm down to my king,

and all I can do is move one square at a time,

and check.

Ow!

(dart hits wall)

FALCO: Move forward, check, move backwards, check,

move sideways, check.

Check, check, check, check, check...

Anyway, you understand, right?

Call me.

(phone drops to floor)

*

(radio playing news)

MIKE: Charlie... How many times is this?

FALCO: I know, Mike, I'm sorry.

MIKE: Ah, we got a brake job waiting.

You think you can handle it?

(phone ringing)

FALCO: Koz?

KOZ: Hey, sorry I missed your call, Charlie.

You know how I love to talk chess.

FALCO: What call?

KOZ: (laughing) Yeah, that's the one.

I don't think I'd remember it either

if I was in your condition.

Good time?

FALCO: You mean like right now, or my life in general?

KOZ: Oh, it's like that, huh?

Listen, I'd love to hold your hand and talk about

your feelings but I haven't got time right now.

FALCO: Ah, whatever. Neither do I.

KOZ: Okay, let me get right to it.

Listen, you know why you're having

such a hard time adjusting?

You're still fighting yourself.

The question is, how long before you go back

to your old ways?

FALCO: Come on, man, I'm not going back.

KOZ: Okay, well, I'm just saying that I've seen

a lot of guys in your position, Charlie,

and the stats aren't pretty.

FALCO: Yeah, look, if you're done tearing me down,

I got a brake job to get to.

KOZ: I'm not-- I'm not tearing you down, buddy.

I'm trying to help you.

Listen, I'm calling to offer you a job.

FALCO: (sniffs) What job?

KOZ: As a paid CI. Part time.

Buddy of mine in the agency is running an operation

out of Petersburg.

I told him about you,

and he's willing to talk if you are.

KOZ: There'd be a bike in it for ya.

Is that a yes?

FALCO: Uh...

No, man. I can't go backwards.

KOZ: Well, you gotta do what you gotta do.

You take care, huh?

*

FALCO: (sighs)

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(distant thunder)

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SARAH JANE: Oh... Hey.

FALCO: Hey, Sarah Jane.

SARAH JANE: Cook's just left. We close early on weekends.

FALCO: Actually, that's not why I'm here.

SARAH JANE: It's not fight-day either,

if that's what you came for.

FALCO: I came to apologize.

SARAH JANE: For what?

FALCO: For making things worse for you,

if that's what I did.

SARAH JANE: No worse. No better.

It's nothing I can't handle.

And for future reference, I don't need rescuing.

FALCO: Got it.

Still... I'm sorry.

Well, I better let you go.

SARAH JANE: Why, you in a hurry?

FALCO: Aren't you?

SARAH JANE: I got time for a smoke if you do.

*

FALCO: It's been a while since I've done this.

SARAH JANE: Must interfere with your fight training.

FALCO: (laughs)

How long you gonna make me wear that?

SARAH JANE: How long you gonna deserve it?

FALCO: Uh, you don't worry your boss will notice?

SARAH JANE: I buy it off her.

FALCO: (coughing)

SARAH JANE: (laughing)

You're new in town, right?

FALCO: More or less.

SARAH JANE: So where was our Charlie before here?

FALCO: LA, mostly.

SARAH JANE: What were you doing there?

FALCO: Little bit of this and that.

Rode with a biker club for a bit.

SARAH JANE: Oooh. A bad boy.

So what, you came here from Southern California?

On purpose?

FALCO: What's so wrong with here?

SARAH JANE: I don't know. Maybe I'm just biased,

seeing as it's the home of my biggest mistakes.

FALCO: Oh, you mean like, um, what's his name?

Donny?

SARAH JANE: Doesn't really matter.

I'm not planning on being here much longer anyway.

FALCO: Oh, yeah? Where you going?

SARAH JANE: Savannah. Going to art school there.

Well, I applied, anyway.

FALCO: Somehow I knew there was more to you.

SARAH JANE: Than what, the hash-slinger

I'm disguised as?

Finally, I meet a man who can see my true potential,

just as I'm planning on leaving.

FALCO: So how long 'til you go?

SARAH JANE: Couple months, if all goes well.

FALCO: A lot can happen in a couple months.

SARAH JANE: Maybe.

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(car door closes)

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(car door closes)

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CROWBAR: What are you doin' there?

BULLET: Nothin'.

(knocks on door)

(door unlatches)

CROWBAR: We're here to see Paco.

CROWBAR: Hey, hey, Paco! My brother!

So this is Bullet.

PACO: Gonna show me the cash?

BULLET: Show me what I'm buying.

PACO: A Mongol from So Cal.

You're long way from home, amigo.

BULLET: Well, I could say the same for you, amigo.

PACO: Hm...

I got lots of friends out there.

Sureño friends. Mongol friends.

BULLET: Anyone I know?

PACO: No one that knows who you are.

BULLET: Well, maybe you just know the wrong people.

PACO: (chuckles)

Maybe you don't know the right ones.

BULLET: Look, if you wanna know about me,

talk to somebody who matters.

I'll get Miles on the phone.

You know, Miles Torres.

International President of the Mongols Motorcycle Club.

*

(Paco breathing heavily)

CROWBAR: Fellas...

H-how did we get here?

BULLET: I'm not gonna shoot you with my phone, Paco.

I'm calling Miles for you.

BULLET: By the way, I texted him your address on the way in,

so he knows I'm here.

PACO: Forget it. Just show me the cash.

BULLET: Like I said, show me what I came for.

CROWBAR: (sighs)

(bag slams down on table)

*

CROWBAR: Yep, we are all good.

BULLET: Count it if you want.

PACO: I know where to find you if it's short.

CROWBAR: Somebody tell me we're all good here?

PACO: Yeah, we good.

CROWBAR: So we'll do this again sometime.

(chewing)

*

MIKE: Charlie.

FALCO: Hey, Mike.

I told you, I'm still waiting on it.

MIKE: I know, you'll tell me.

I just wanted to know how you feel about

doing some overtime.

FALCO: Sure.

MIKE: You know bikes, right?

FALCO: Yeah, I know a little.

MIKE: Came in at lunch.

Customer wants it back in a hurry.

I said we'd get to it soon as possible.

FALCO: What's wrong with it?

MIKE: Pshht. You tell me.

(engine sputtering)

FALCO: Could be dirt in the cylinders...

Could be the fuel injectors need replacing.

FALCO: Go ahead, Mike, I got this.

I'll close up.

MIKE: I'll see you later.

FALCO: Yes, sir, bright and surly.

FALCO: Alright, moment of truth, Charlie.

FALCO: It's been 784 days since I rode one of these.

(starting engine)

(revving engine)

FALCO: But you know what they say about riding bikes.

(revving engine)

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FALCO: I might not be free, but I can feel free,

even if only for a moment.

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(flashback) MALE VOICE: Falco is no snitch...

*

FALCO: What's it gonna be like for me in witness protection?

WOMAN'S VOICE: You'll begin a new life,

with a new identity in a new location.

*

MALE VOICE: Falco, he's got a gun!

(gunshot)

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WOMAN'S VOICE: You're dead.

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(stone hits water)

WOMAN'S VOICE: Not everyone finds it easy to let go

of the past...

(stone hits water)

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BULLET: Brought your cut.

(distant music playing)

(distant music playing)

CROWBAR: Well, here's to a lucrative future.

BULLET: Sure. Have a good one.

CROWBAR: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,

whoa, whoa, whoa.

Nobody said it was time to go.

It's time to celebrate!

Dirtbag, why don't you load up

our new Mongol friend a bowl of smiley-smile?

You see this here, Tina?

It's gonna put the Pagans on the map

in this state.

(opens can)

BULLET: Let me ask you something, the Outlaws...

CROWBAR: What about 'em?

BULLET: You're allies, right?

CROWBAR: We work together against the Maggots.

BULLET: I heard they killed a Maggot boss awhile back.

Creatively.

CROWBAR: What did you hear, exactly?

BULLET: Outlaws' boss, the guy who calls himself The Devil,

well, he goes medieval on this Maggot

and has him pulled apart...

like an insect.

True story?

CROWBAR: Sure.

You could call it a farewell to arms...

and legs.

BULLET: So this Devil, he's, uh...

he's your ally?

CROWBAR: Well, The Devil and us, we got an understanding.

He respects our territory.

CROWBAR: What's it to you, anyway?

BULLET: If we're gonna be allies,

I just want to know which ones I can trust.

DIRTBAG: I don't like you.

I don't like him.

CROWBAR: Well, no one asked you to, Dirtbag.

BULLET: Nah, I'm good. I got business.

DIRTBAG: If you want to be our ally,

your business is right here.

CROWBAR: That is a valid point.

You really gonna turn down Pagan hospitality?

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FALCO: Being back on a bike feels good.

It reminds me who I am.

Maybe Koz is right...

Maybe I've been fighting myself.

It's like trying to escape gravity.

The pull is too great.

(laughter and chatter)

BULLET: I told you, I don't smoke that.

BULLET: (sighs)

You remember Desert Storm?

Gulf War, '91?

Well, one night those Hajjis launch a Scud attack

into Saudi.

One of 'em hits the US Army base.

Kills 27 servicemen and wounds over 100 more.

CROWBAR: Yeah. What's your point?

BULLET: I was there.

Chemical fire from that storm raked out my lungs.

I spent the next six months in Walter Reed

learning how to breathe again.

So when I tell you, again, that I don't smoke that,

you gonna keep on insulting me?

'Cause that'd be a mistake.

CROWBAR: Respect, brother.

I did not know you served.

BULLET: Now you do.

(Dirtbag sniffing)

CROWBAR: Yeah, oh yeah.

Crush him up a line. You can snort that.

(distant music playing)

(distant music playing)

BULLET: (snorts line)

CROWBAR: That's what I'm talkin' about!

Dirtbag, crush him up another.

BULLET: Already told you, I got business.

The sooner I get to it, sooner we can do this again.

CROWBAR: Yeah, when?

BULLET: I'll call you.

CROWBAR: Don't look at me like that,

and load us up another bowl.

(engine shuts off)

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BULLET: You know where you are?

FALCO: Yeah, sure. Why?

BULLET: Watch out for the dog.

(Bullet's motorcycle starts)

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FALCO: Could I get a tequila and a beer?

(clears throat)

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FALCO: Ah...

CROWBAR: Just because you don't like him

doesn't mean we can't do business.

You should've seen him with Paco.

His game is tight.

He should be riding with us.

DIRTBAG: He ain't like us.

CROWBAR: That's for damn sure.

When's the last time you walked in

and dropped a wad like this?

*

FALCO: (sighs)

(dog barks)

(dog growling)

FALCO: Hey...

Can I get that Beef Jerky?

(dog growling)

(dog growling)

CROWBAR: Never let it be said that I don't share the wealth.

(dog barking in distance)

CROWBAR: I think our friend is back.

FALCO: What a cutie.

*

FALCO (to dog): Oh, you're so pretty.

*

FALCO: (inaudible)

FALCO: Hey, this your dog?

CROWBAR: Are you lost?

FALCO: Nope.

CROWBAR: Then what are you doing here?

FALCO: Just enjoying a beverage.

CROWBAR: Baby, get! Baby!

(dog whining)

CROWBAR: So listen now, uh, son...

I think it might be best that you just, uh...

move on down the road.

FALCO: Soon as I'm done my beverage.

CROWBAR: Is this your beverage?

FALCO: Yeah.

CROWBAR: (gulping beer)

Ah!

(glass breaks)

CROWBAR: Looks like you're finished.

FALCO: Bartender, same again.

CROWBAR: (clapping)

CROWBAR: Are you gonna make me dare you to pick that up?

*

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(slow rock music playing)

SARAH JANE: Charlie, what is wrong with you?

(distant sirens)

SARAH JANE: Here.

FALCO: Thanks.

SARAH JANE: (sighs)

So how'd it happen this time?

FALCO: Uh...

(sniffs) Another unruly customer.

SARAH JANE: There some kind of unruly customer

epidemic out there?

Or you just get off on picking fights?

FALCO: Uh, your stalker buddy Donny,

he had it coming.

SARAH JANE: What about tonight's customer?

FALCO: Hard to explain.

SARAH JANE: I'm sure I can grasp the basics.

FALCO: You ever felt so numb that...

you just wanna feel... I dunno... something?

SARAH JANE: I can't say fighting was ever

my go-to cure for that feeling.

Where was this bar, exactly?

FALCO: Ah, just west of here. Biker bar.

FALCO: (laughs)

SARAH JANE: Dumbass!

You could have got yourself killed.

FALCO: Oh, I had it under control.

*

(punching and grunting)

(punching and grunting)

(indistinct yelling)

FALCO: Until his friends piled on top of me...

CROWBAR: So... make sure that I never see you again.

(laughter in background)

FALCO: (spits)

SARAH JANE: You enjoyed it, didn't you?

FALCO: I just wanted to remember what it feels like

to be alive.

SARAH JANE: And? Did it work?

You feelin' alive there, Charlie?

FALCO: I'm feeling something.

SARAH JANE: And instead of going for medical attention

like a sensible person, you come here?

There something you think I can do for you, Charlie?

FALCO: I just want to talk.

Thanks for the ice. And the coffee.

SARAH JANE: No, don't worry, it's on the house.

FALCO: What's that?

SARAH JANE: Your prescription.

*

FALCO: See you around.

SARAH JANE: I'm here 'til I'm not.

*

(dog barking in distance)

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(door closes)

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*

(dart hits wall)

FALCO: (sighs)

*

*

FALCO: So... who do I wanna be?

(dart hits wall)

*

FALCO: In the end, it's all about

the choices we make, right?

It's the choices that make us who we are.

FALCO: (sniffs)

Yeah Koz, is that CI job still available?

'Cause if it is...

(dart hits target)

FALCO: I want in.

*