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Script

Terry: Hold on little buddy.

Johnny: Come on guys, come on let's go.

Terry: Alright man... Keep it up, I'm gonna push you down these stairs.

Johnny; Alright, everybody, c'mon. Break it up, let's go.

Jim: See ya fuck.

(The Lost leave the clubhouse and meet with Billy Grey who is talking to his parole officer)

Roncero: You do understand what probation means?

Billy: Uh... yes sir.

Roncero: It means that if you continue down that same path, you'll be locked up and calling some cellmate Daddy within a month.

Billy: Yes, sir.

Roncero: If I had it my way, we wouldn't waste our time - you'd be inside already.

Chad: Mr. Grey has made great progress. His share on willfulness was one of the most powerful things I've ever heard. I believe in this man.

Roncero: Well, let's hope you don't live to regret that faith.

Chad: God works in mysterious ways.

Roncero: In this case, it seems God is down right perverse, but I'll leave the salvation to you gentlemen. You, stay out of trouble.

Billy: Yes, Daddy.

Roncero: Excuse me?

Billy: Yes sir.

Chad: Remember. It's a disease.

Billy: I know, Chad. I know. It's a disease. Meetings every day. Call you if I feel the need to use. Pray. I pray. In fact, I'm praying right now.

Chad: You're very willful.

Billy: Was very willful, Chad, was very willful. I've changed. And you know what, Chad? You changed me. Gentlemen, shall we get the fuck out of here?

Chad: Hey, stay in touch!

(Johnny gives Billy his Lost MC jacket)

Johnny: Yo. Here you go.

Billy: It's about time.

(Billy puts the jacket on)

Billy: Home sweet home.

Dialogue

Billy: Let's get the fuck outta here. Back to the house, boys.

or:

Billy: Back to the source, boys. That bar had better be stocked.

Johnny: Only Billy Grey would get taken down on a distribution beef and end up in a country club. How were things in there?

Billy: You know, John boy, it was kinda hard. Harder thank you'd think. I don't know what I'd rather go back to, stints in the hole or group share cluster fucks in that place.

Johnny: Okay.

Billy: Whether it's train gangs in the showers or grown men crying and hugging in rehab, there's definitely an undeniable twinge of homosexuality in this fine country's correctional system.

Johnny: No wonder you keep getting caught then, Billy. You can't stay away from it.

Billy: Now let's be clear, I keep getting caught because assholes like you ain't watching out for me.

Johnny: Don't question me. Sometimes you gotta look out for yourself, Billy.

Billy: Okay. I'll save my questions until I see the chapter. And you better have looked after my baby.

(If Johnny drives recklessly)

Billy: Losing your edge, man.

Billy: Whoa, Johnny.

Billy: Watch it.

Billy: Easy, John.

Billy: Come on, man.

(Johnny and the others arrive at the Lost MC Clubhouse)

Billy: I bet you're happy to see this place, man.

(They go into the clubhouse)

Billy: It is good to be back my brothers! Hoo-ha! Line 'em up, motherfuckers!

Johnny: Line 'em up, my brother... yes, sir!

Billy: Johnny, what's going on?

Johnny: Not much, Bill. Usual stuff.

Brian: We missed you, Bill.

Billy: So, aching for a fucking drink here.

Brian: Just pour, Willy Wetbacks.

Johnny: Salut, motherfucker.

Brian: To wet pussy and dry tequila.

(Johnny, Billy, Brian and Terry take a shot of whiskey)

Billy: Yummy. So, Johnny boy. Where's my bike?

Johnny: You know where it is.

Billy: Let me rephrase the question - where the fuck is my bike, and why the fuck haven't you got it back for me?

Johnny: Because you know where it is.

Billy: Are you deaf? Give me that whisky. Are you fucking deaf?

Johnny: No.

Billy: Then answer the God damn question. Why the fuck haven't you got it back for me, friend, brother?

Johnny: One word: business. Like I told you when you were in there, or were you so busy playing holier-than-thou you started believing your own bullshit?

Billy: Oh forgive me. You know, I've had a complicated few weeks.

Brian: I can only imagine, Bill.

Billy: Shut up Brian. You know, coming off heroin's kinda hard. I think I acquired this touch of amnesia. What business is more important, mister 1980s yuppie big shot, than your best friend's bike, when he's close to getting a fifteen year stretch?

Johnny: The business that pays his lawyers fees. The business that puts food on all of our tables. The business that we are all in, while you're out pretending to be saved.

Billy: Get my bike.

Johnny: What am I? Your fucking dog?

Brian: I told you we should have got the bike.

Johnny: You told me? You don't tell me shit, you little fuck. Listen, Billy, they were pissed and they had a reason. Your bike chopped that girl's leg off. You put Joe Jon's nephew in a coma. The Deadbeats kept the bike. We needed the money.

Billy: You needed some balls. Some fuckin' heart. Something. I can't believe I'm hearing this shit.

Brian: Yeah.

Johnny: And I can't believe I'm hearing this - after everything we did for you. Paid your rehab, paid your lawyers fees, paid your rent, paid everything, shit, we set stuff up for you. We do well, man but it's time to be smart.

Billy: You're right, you're right, no, you're right... You know what I'm going to do? I'm gonna run right out and buy a condo. Get a mortgage, 401(k). Then fold that over into an IRA and a CD. What the fuck man? Be smart? You be smart you fucking chump, you're ridiculous. Have you got a healthcare plan?

Jim: Come on Johnny. Let's just get his bike. Come on.

Johnny: Well, on your head be it.

Billy: It always is. It's called leadership. Shit meaning something.

Johnny: Yeah and your shit means a lot, man. C'mon.

(Johnny and the others begin to leave)

Billy: Johnny.

Johnny: Yeah?

Billy: Wait - come here. Listen, man, I'm a little pent up right now. you saw that shit I had to go through, right? It was really frustrating. Fucked up shit. Craziness, right? Okay so I'm a little pissed off and I've been a bit of a prick lately, but come on man. You and Angus built that bike for me. That's gotta stand for something.

Johnny: Yeah you're right, brother. I'm gonna get it. And you know what? Peace and prosperity be damned.

Billy: Peace and prosperity be damned my brother. You are my brother, Johnny. Always.

Johnny: Let's go!

(Everyone leaves and heads towards Bohan)

Billy: If you want something done right, you do it yourself.

or:

Billy: Hold on. I'm thinking you could use the guiding hand of your president on this noble quest.

Billy: Scooch up, Johnny boy. I'm riding bitch.

or:

Billy; Brothers aren't meant to be this close, Johnny. But we're gonna have to be until I get my bike back.

Jim: Let's hope Pretty Boy still knows where this thing is. Guantanamo Avenue, boys.

or:

Jim: Shit, I guess we gotta make a call on Pretty Boy. He's over in Bohan on Guantanamo.

Billy: Look at me, manage to avoid prison and I'm still ass to cock with a dude.

Johnny: Yeah, well, I ain't too happy about it neither man - you wanna turn around and go back to the clubhouse?

Billy: I'm happy about it alright, John boy. Fuck, after that therapy shit, a drink and the road is all I need.

Johnny: Good to know.

Billy: You been missing me all that time I spent sharing and caring in rehab?

Johnny: Let's get your bike and save the emotions for later.

Billy: You know what, Johnny? You could do with some of the trust exercises they got in there. I'm going to blindfold you when we get back. All you gotta do is fall over and trust that your brothers are going to catch ya. Can you do that?

Johnny: You boys'll be too drunk to catch VD, let alone two hundred and thirty pounds of rapidly approaching middle age.

Billy: Technically, you're two hundred and thirty pounds of Jewish biker, John boy. Your faith has gotta come first.

Johnny: Religion, Billy. Religion. I gave up with faith.

Billy: Johnny the Jew. Klebitz the Heeb. Good to be here, man. Good to fucking be here. What's your problem?

Johnny: Nothing, man.

Billy: I'm the lead of the chapter again, Johnny. And you're just another brother. Can you handle it?

Johnny: Long as you run the chapter right we can all handle it.

Billy: I'll run it the way it needs to be run. Same as the three guys before me did. Same as I'm doing now.

Johnny: Really? It feels kinda different. Before all we cared about was having fun, the brothers, getting shit-faced, it's screw you, you get in our way, you're gonna get your teeth kicked in.

Billy: Thank you for sharing! And now what's it feel like to you, Jonathon?

Johnny: It feels like knocking heads is a full time job and maybe if we stopped doing it for a minute, we'd look around and realize that the fun ended a long time ago.

Billy: Yeah? Well, I signed up to be a brother for life, you ungrateful fuck. If you're in The Lost for the good times only, fair weather weekends in the Carraways, then you ain't in The Lost. You get me?

Johnny: Chill out, man. I just hope when we decide to take a break, to slow down, that it's still an option on the table.

(Johnny and the others arrive at a garage in Bohan)

Jim: He should be in here.

(Jim and Johnny enter the garage)

Jim: Pretty Boy.

Pretty Boy: Hey.

Jim: Where's the bike?

Pretty Boy: Oh, it's good to see you too, tough guys. Uhh... what bike are you talking about exactly?

Johnny: You know what we're talking about. Billy's bike.

Pretty Boy: Billy's bike? Jesus, man, it's been a long time. I thought he was dead. What's he want it for? To see it for crack right, eh?

Jim: Shut up.

Pretty Boy: Listen, you know how it is. Thing's passed hands, parts been changed up. Hard to say if that chopper's even around anymore. Sorry, boys.

(Billy enters the garage)

Billy: You will be, my friend. You will be.

Pretty Boy: Hey, good to see you, bill. Man, I thought you was dead...

Jim: Jim start up the bike.

(Jim starts up a motorcycle in the garage)

Pretty Boy: Whoa, hold on...

(Johnny grabs the mechanic's head and pushes his face against the moving tires)

Pretty Boy: Wait please, please...no, noooo...

Billy: Where - is - my bike?

Johnny: Speak, you ugly fuck.

Pretty Boy: Ah, okay listen... ah, the Angels of Death took it to their place in Northwood.

Billy: Motherfucking Angels of Death.

Pretty Boy: That's all I know... please!

(Johnny throws the mechanic on the ground)

Johnny: Thank you.

Billy: Yes, thank you.

(Billy hits the mechanic in the face with a hammer and they leave)

Jim: Alright then, let's wrap this up.

(The group heads towards an Angels of Death hangout)

Johnny: You didn't have to do that. He told you who had the bike.

Billy: You really gone soft, haven't you Johnny? You know, you could do with a stretch in the joint, might harden you up.

Johnny: Whatever.

Billy: What about an eye for an eye and all that shit? You shoulda been the one to make that guy pay for holding out.

Johnny: Enough with that shit. We got more things to worry about than respect and stupid kids' stuff. We got to keep business afloat or we're fucked.

Billy: You just don't get it, do you? This is what it's about. This. Not that money shit. We're in it to stick it to all those yuppies and hippies and mother fucking Deadbeats. Give me a stiff drink, some hard drugs, the road and my chopper. That's all I need. Maybe an occasional bit of the hole. Wouldn't be a man if I didn't need that now, would I? How's Ashley, by the way? She single?

Johnny: What about your brothers, man? Ain't you in it for The Lost?

Billy: Everything I do is about The Lose. I don't exist without my brothers - without you. If you don't get that, then you don't get nothing, John boy. Sad state of affairs.

Johnny: Yeah, well, it's some tough love you're showing them.

Alternate dialogue

Billy: Had any contact with my dream old friends, the Angels of Death?

Johnny: There's a truce, Billy. You know that. A truce means no hassle, everybody gets to do business and make money without looking over their shoulders too much.

Billy: All the money in the world isn't worth anything if you don't have your pride, my brother.

Johnny: It's hard to be proud when you don't have a roof over your head. I can show you the books.

Billy: Fucking books, man. Fucking books. Show me whiskey. Show me some hole. I've been putting up with rehab skanks getting sex therapy for the last few months. I need something real.

Johnny: Oh yeah?

Billy: Who's been hanging round the house? The usual mattress cover?

Johnny: Some old faces, some new ones.

Billy: I ain't interested in their faces. You're the one who gets emotionally attached, J, not me. Well, not to women at least.

Johnny: Just bikes and drugs then?

Billy: Bikes and brothers, Johnny. Bikes and brothers. I ain't attached to no drugs, man. They're attached to me, clingy bastards.

(They leave and head towards Bohan)

Billy: How's Angus?

Johnny: Good, you know. You should go and see him.

Billy: Yeah, sure. I got a lot on my plate. I only just got out and look at the state of shit around here.

Johnny: He's appreciate it if you made some time for him. He may be stuck in a chair, but he's still a member of The Lost.

Billy: That guy, he's an exceptional human being, an example to us all. After the accident, shit.

Johnny: Yeah.

Billy: I mean, he can't ride, he can't get any hole.

Johnny: I know what he can't do, Billy. He does too. Just go and fucking see him, alright?

Billy: You're tense, Johnny. Must have been stressful heading up the chapter while I was away.

Johnny: It was fine.

Billy: Not everybody's shoulders are wide enough to bear the responsibility. Are any of the brothers giving you shit? I'll have a talk to them, don't worry.

Johnny: Things ran smoothly, Bill. You know, they ran smooth when we were concentrating on shifting drugs and not just putting them in our arms or up our noses.

Billy: With a nose the size of yours there wouldn't be much blow left for the other brothers anyway, John boy.

Johnny: All I'm saying is we were cool. We took a break from saying "fuck you" to everything and we made some deals that worked out.

Billy: Yeah, good for you Johnny. If you had so much fun why don't you go start your own chapter?

Johnny: That's not what I meant, man.

Billy: Because this one, my chapter, isn't big enough to have two people pulling it in different directions.

Johnny: I know, man. I'm loyal, but I ain't a drone, man. We should be able to talk about shit.

Billy: You know, I've been here since I got out of juvie. I've seen men die for their brothers and men rat their brothers out. And I know that this gang don't mean shit if men don't follow their leader.

(The group leaves and heads towards an Angels of Death hangout)

Johnny: Poor fuck. I don't think he's got any nose left.

Billy: Well yours is plenty big, my compassionate friend. You should donate some. To the cause.

Johnny: Shit, you know best, Bill, you're the leader. You make these decisions, I'll just taxi you around on your little welcome back tour. There any more side trips you want to make on the way to the Deadbeats?

Billy: No, I just want my bike back, that's what this is all about.

Johnny: Good.

Billy: But Johnny, you need to quit your bitch and moaning.

Johnny: I'm not gonna quit telling you when you're being an asshole. Being a leader doesn't make you right.

Billy: You haven't always got the information, brother. So shut up and behave. Your ego is getting you into trouble, my friend.

Johnny: It used to be all you need to worry about was waking up with some bruises. Maybe a broken rib and a hangover.

Billy: Don't forget about the ugly broad's you'd take home.

Johnny: Now, Pretty Boy's waking up without a face. That's not gonna go back to normal. Angus lost his legs for life.

Billy: You're out of line, Johnny. You're out of line.