100%, Utah! Good job!
Hi. Johnny Utah.
Your 9:00 appointment is here.
Special Agent John Utah.
Day number one in L.A. Welcome aboard.
I've been going over your personnel record.
You may have been in the top 2% of your class at Quantico,
but out here, you have zero hours of field experience.
You know nothing. You know less than nothing.
If you knew that you knew nothing, that would be something.
- But you don't. - Yes, sir.
You eat a solid breakfast...
All the food groups, avoiding caffeine, sugar?
I like to make sure...
my people maintain sound cardiovascular fitness.
- We don't drink and sure as hell don't smoke. - I take the skin off chicken.
This is us... bank robbery.
You're in the bank robbery capital of the world.
1,322 last year in L.A. County,
up 26% from the year before.
That's correct. We nailed over 1,000.
Miss Deer, look at that.
Do you know how we nail the bad guys?
Do you know how we nail them?
By crunching data.
Good crime-scene work, good lab work,
and most importantly, good data-based analysis.
Special Agent Utah, are you receiving my signal?
Zero distortion, sir. I love these things.
You're a real blue-flame special, aren't you, son?
Young, dumb and full of cum. I know.
What I don't know is how you got assigned to Los Angeles with us.
I mean, hell.
I guess we just must have an asshole shortage.
Not so far.
Okay.
- Pappas! - Yeah.
Here. Put on the blindfold.
I want to see you retrieve at least two bricks off the bottom.
One...
Two.
I've been in the field for 22 years.
I fired my piece over 19 times in the line of duty.
I got no idea what a blind man fetching bricks...
has got to do with being a special agent.
Added to which indignity,
I've been saddled with some blue-flamer Quantico cat,
Some quarterback punk.
- Johnny Unitas or something. - Yeah! The shit they pull, huh?
- Hey, Angie, here's your guy. - What?
Pappas. Angelo Pappas.
- Punk. Quarterback punk. - Hmm. Welcome to Sea World, kid.
- Good luck, Pappas. - Two bricks comin' up.
Yahoo!
The little hand says it's time to rock 'n' roll.
Everybody freeze!
Nobody move!
Your hands up! Your eyes down!
Away from the counter! Hands on your head! Now!
Everybody out from behind the desk!
On the floor!
Move it! Move it! Now! Get down!
What's the matter with you people?
Out of my way!
Now back away from the counter and get your fuckin' hands up!
Bitch! What's the matter with you?
Hey, you got ear wax?
Back away! Keep your hands where I can see 'em!
- Hands up! - Hello, hello, hello, ladies and gentlemen.
We are the Ex-Presidents.
We need a few moments of your time.
We've been screwing you for years. So a few more seconds should matter, should it?
On the floor, asshole!
Your money's insured, so it's not worth dying for.
How you doing, Dick?
Just implementing our own personal plan...
of deregulation, Mr. President.
- Time, Mr. Carter. - Sixty!
- LBJ! - We're stylin'.
Ron, I've got Nancy on the line.
Whoo!
Air Force One is waiting, Mr. President.
Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!
Get your hands where I can see them! Thank you.
Thank you very much, ladies and gentlemen.
Don't forget to vote.
I'm not a crook.
Twenty-seven banks in three years.
In and out in 90 seconds.
No one ever gets shot.
What are we talking about here?
We're talking about solid professionals.
Good moves.
Yeah. They control the room well,
and they stick strictly to the cash drawers.
They don't go for the vault?
No, they never go for the vault.
They never get greedy.
Smart. Burn time in the vault.
Yep, that's right.
Reagan usually does the driving. Stolen switch car.
They leave it running on the curb.
It looks parked from a distance.
When they run, they dump the vehicle, and they vanish...
like a virgin on prom night.
I mean, they vanish.
Surgical.
Watch them separate the dye pack.
They know their jobs.
The Ex-Presidents are the best I've ever seen.
Anytime you two are finished jerking off watching MTV,
we need to get a look at these tapes.
You tell the kid your theory on the Presidents?
Just take the tapes and go, Babbit.
Hang 10, Pappas. Like totally rad, dude.
- I tell you. The department loves it. - What's he talking about?
- Found the drop car on Mulholland Drive... - We'll go work it.
- Oh, no. - Angelo.
- Come on. - Thank you.
- We'll go work it. - Good.
Excuse me.
I'm working a fucking drop car.
I don't believe it. Workin' a drop car.
Pappas. What a hard-on.
- Keep away from there. - All right.
We're running a make on it now.
59 called it in at about 5.25.
This car doesn't have A.C.
- It was a scorcher. - Sweat secretions in the seat backs.
Are you through, Mr. Wizard?
Let me know if you find Jimmy Hoffa under the seat...
while you're at it.
Look at this. It's 7:30.
The night's still so young.
The way you're going,
you'll be able to solve this case and start another one.
Drop car, my ass.
- You been working bank robbery, what, 22 years? - Yeah, 22 years.
Man, L.A. has changed a lot during that time.
- The air got dirty. The sex got clean. - Uh-huh.
A guy with that kind of time in must have some theory about these guys.
Leave it alone, Johnny.
Okay, fine. You've given up.
Fine. It doesn't mean I have to.
Hey, hey.
Listen. Forget about it, kid.
They are ghosts.
Yeah, of course. What am I thinking?
If you couldn't crack it with your experience,
it's impossible to conceive...
I might have something to offer.
Maybe I can do better than some over-the-hill burnout.
Watch your mouth.
Maybe you ought to take early retirement right now...
and get some rent-a-cop night security job... tell Nam stories.
Listen, you snot-nosed shit. I was taking shrapnel in Khe San...
while you were crapping in your hands and rubbin' it in your face!
- You mad? - Yeah, I'm mad!
- Good and mad? - What are you going to do about it?
Feels good, doesn't it? Like you're still alive, right?
- Yeah! - Well, since you're still alive...
and you're not in the box, just yet,
why don't you tell me this theory, and we'll go get these guys!
Okay, hotshot.
You want to nail the bank robbers and be a big hero?
- Definitely. - Definitely.
Then here it is.
The Ex-Presidents are surfers.
- Surfers. - Surfers.
It's in our face. Look at the tan line on this guy.
- Well, he must be a surfer. - Well, yeah.
So last year, Nixon scuffs the counter...
when he's going over.
So there is a soil sample...
Nonspecific mud,
traces of asphalt, traces of oil,
traces of sand, carnauba wax.
So I become a wax expert.
There's 80 some uses for this stuff,
something like 500 products.
Candle wax, car wax, mustache wax.
Could be anything.
A guy's waxing his mustache at the beach,
gets sand in it,
takes it off with his shoe,
shoe scuffs the counter.
Would you just shut up?
Just listen to me. Maybe you'll learn something.
The lab gave us three possible matches. This is one of'em.
- Sex wax. - Yeah.
You're not into kinky shit, are you, Angelo?
Not yet. Surfers use this.
- They rub it on their boards for traction. - Thanks for the tip.
You're welcome. Here's another tip.
Check out the dates on these robberies.
It's strictly a summer job for these idiots.
Four months...
June to October.
- Same the year before. - That's right.
We have one more month.
We won't see them till next summer.
They're traveling on the money, going where the waves are.
That's right.
Hey! The Ex-Presidents rip off banks...
to finance their Endless Summer.
- Whoa! - Whoa!
Hey, man, a lot of guys your age are learning to surf.
It's cool. There's nothing wrong with it.
- I'm 25. - That's what I'm saying. It's never too late.
Hope you stick with it.
Surfing's the source. Can change your life. Swear to god.
Why can't I just walk around with this thing under my arm...
and act stoned, ask a few questions?
Well... look. Look at 'em.
They're like some kind of tribe.
They got their own language.
You can't just walk up to those guys.
You have to get out there and learn the moves,
get into their head, pick up the speech.
The F.B.I.'s gonna pay me to learn to surf.
It's either you or me out there.
This is for little rubber people who don't shave yet.
Come on. You're the quarterback jock.
It's all balance, right?
And coordination.
How hard can it be?
Uuh!
Hold on.
Use your arms.
Paddle! Come on.
Use your arms.
You're all right. Come on.
You're okay.
You crazy son of a bitch.
You want to commit suicide, you do it someplace else.
This pig board piece of shit.
You got no business out here whatsoever!
Hey!
My name's Johnny Utah.
Who cares?
It's been a long, long time
And too many miles
Of handshaking strangers
Awaiting their smiles
Of all the faces that come and go
The only one I really wanna know
I want you
That is your surfing contact?
Female.
Blue eyes.
Black hair.
Five-six. 119 pounds.
Gee, God, Utah.
Not bad, Utah.
Tyler Ann Endicott,
born 11-27-64.
Exhibition of speed.
Indecent exposure inside moving vehicle.
Hot.
Very hot.
What else they got on her?
I still haven't found anything I can really use.
I got to find an approach, a way in.
Here we go.
Both parents deceased.
Airplane crash.
San Diego, '84.
Yeah.
Definitely.
See you later, Wayne.
Next.
What do you want?
Shrimp and fries.
I mean, what do you want?
Why do you keep hanging around?
- I need you to teach me. - Give me a break.
Uh, shrimp and fries.
To go.
- Would you like something to drink with that, sir? - I'm serious.
I see that you're serious. Forget it.
Stick to... tennis.
I don't know. Whatever you do good.
Miniature golf. Your number's 37.
You don't understand.
I'm going to learn to surf or break my neck.
What is it? You all of a sudden got this bug...
that you have to go surfing?
- This is a line, right? - No. No.
See...
my whole life, I've done things for other people.
In high school, I played football...
- because my old man expected me to. - Uh-huh.
Then my parents figured I'd go to law school.
So I did. Football scholarship,
- Phi Beta Kappa. - Is this gonna take a really long time?
- Wait. So I'm a big hero to my folks, right? - Mm-hmm.
But two years ago,
they were killed in a car wreck.
You can't imagine it. Your whole life changes.
And I suddenly realized...
that all my goals had been their goals,
and I hadn't been living my own life.
So I wanted something for myself.
So I come out here from Ohio a month ago.
I've never seen the ocean before. Any ocean.
I never thought it would affect me so much.
I'm drawn to it...
or something.
I want to do what you do.
It's the truth.
All right.
Okay. Tomorrow... here.
6 a.m.
If you are one minute late,
I'm gone.
And, stud, I didn't take you on to raise,
so I'll teach you a few things...
and then after that, you're going to be on your own.
Oh, God.
Stop here.
Will you do exactly what I say when I say it?
Sure.
Pop!
If you stand straight up,
you're going to fall right over.
Start over. Just do it again.
Hey! What you doin', huh?
Just do it again. Pop up.
Stay low or you'll bite it.
You dragged your knee. You'll just wipe out.
You're dragging your foot.
You're going to be fish food.
Both feet have to land at the same time.
That's it. That's it. You're surfing.
- Whoa! - To rise
And fall
Without the hands of gravity
To see
- It all - Shit!
My hands to cover up my eyes
And Charles Atlas stands upon the beach
Upon his head and says
I will not fall
You're doing all right, city boy.
To live
The groove
Is everything that I need
To see
You move
When grace is just a simple wisdom
And Charles Atlas stands upon the beach
Upon his head and says
I will not fall
- I will not fall - You are surfing!
I will not fall
That's Bodhi.
They call him the Bodhisattva.
Yeah!
He's a modern savage.
He's a real searcher.
What's he searching for?
The ride.
The ultimate ride.
The guy's even crazier than you, Johnny.
Not bad.
Yeah!
Hey!
Whoo!
Heads up!
On three.
Hey!
Put me down. Uh, we know each other.
That's a...
That's a surfboard, all right.
Looks like a '57 Chevy I used to have.
Uh, Tyler, come here.
So, uh... who's the guy? You replace me?
- Give me a break. Where you been? - He surfs real well.
- Come on. He's from Kansas or something. - He's from Kansas?
Heads up!
Yeah! Good catch!
Ready! Set!
Hut! Hut!
Go, Roach! Go, go, go!
Yeah! Yeah!
Hut!
- Ohh! - What a pass!
Whose ball is this? Who wants it?
Hut!
Get him!
Yeah! Yeah!
Ready!
Set!
Hut!
What the fuck's wrong with you?
- Don't you think that's a little out of line? - Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Cool it, Roach. Don't you know who this is? - No, I don't know who this is.
This is Johnny Utah. The Ohio State Buckeyes,
All Conference, remember?
Number nine, man! Nice to meet you.
- Johnny fuckin' Utah. Didn't mean to get in your face. - I knew I knew you.
The Rose Bowl, three years ago. You beat 'SC.
- You? You did this? - That was one hell of a game!
You got nuked in the last quarter.
Yeah. I got my knee folded back about 90 degrees the wrong way.
That's why you never went pro?
Two years of surgery. Missed my window.
Went to law school instead.
Law school?
You're a lawyer?
Wow.
Well, life's not over yet, man.
You're surfing.
Lawyers don't surf.
This one does.
Let's play some football!
Special Agent Utah,
this is not some job flipping burgers...
at the local drive-in.
Yes, the surfboard bothers me.
Yes, your approach...
to this whole goddamn case bothers me!
And yes!
You bother me!
And, Pappas...
for the love of Christ,
how the hell did I let you talk me...
into this boneheaded idea to begin with?
We're working undercover. It takes time.
We produced a few...
No, no, no, no, no, no, no!
Let me tell you what you've produced.
Over the last two weeks,
you two have produced exactly squat!
Squat!
During which time the Ex-Presidents...
have robbed two more banks!
Now for Christ's sake,
does either one of you...
have anything remotely interesting to tell me?
I caught my first tube this morning...
sir.
Goddamn it!
Why didn't you leave that thing in the car?
It sticks out, so I can't lock it.
Anyway, what's his problem?
We're handling our case load.
I'm surfing on my own time.
Just don't rub Harp's nose in it.
You think I joined the F.B.I. to learn to surf?
This was your lame-o idea.
You got to back me up on this.
Johnny, we better come up with something quick.
My friend.
Encino Savings and Loan.
Guard grabbed LBJ's ponytail.
28 robberies, and what do we get?
One fucking hair.
Angelo, pay attention.
There's going to be a test afterward.
Lab is showing traces of toxins in the hair.
Selenium, titanium, and arsenic.
The beaches are always closing...
because of waste spills,
and surfers are territorial...
They stick mostly to certain breaks.
If we can get some hair samples...
and get a match at a certain beach,
we'd know which break the Ex-Presidents surf.
You buying this?
No.
But let's do it anyway.
It will bug the shit out of Harp.
My man.
Yeah.
When you're done making out,
I need to talk to you.
What's this, fucking narco entrapment or what?
Not exactly, dude.
Oh, shit.
Making a wig for my girlfriend.
Thank you.
Fucking guy's a narc, man.
He cut my hair.
So what? He didn't bust us.
He fucking cut my hair.
Brah... brah.
Don't move.
Got some huge sucker crawling right into your ear.
Got it!
Hey. Leave some fucking hair, man.
What is it?
Saved your life, bro.
Close one.
PCBs, selenium, titanium, arsenic...
the percentages look right.
Here's a match.
There's a match?
Latigo Beach.
Nice point break.
Long, workable rides.
Surf's up, ace.
Stay off my wave.
Goon. Trying to drop in.
Paddle, paddle, paddle.
One
Two
Three
Four
Out of the way, you dick!
Hey!
You dinged my board, kook!
Why don't you watch where the fuck you're going?
Politeness counts, asshole.
Go back to the valley, man.
Angelo...
I've eaten shit 47 times...
and got my lights punched out by some psycho local.
There must be 20 guys here with ponytails.
Patience, hotshot. Patience.
It'll be subtle, if it's here at all.
They'll be a group within the group.
These guys are a real tight unit.
You'll see them, you'll know it.
This the guy?
Yeah.
Okay...
I know...
this is where you tell me all about how locals rule,
and yuppie insects like me...
shouldn't be surfing your break and all that, right?
Nope.
That would be a waste of time.
We're just going to fuck you up.
Oh.
Eat that!
You fucker!
Johnny, you there?
You better not be picking up babes.
Again!
You hit him!
Harder, yeah!
Back off! He's with me.
Kiss my ass.
Back off, Warchild, seriously.
Thank you.
Stay out of this, Bodhi.
What's your name?
Bunker.
Well, listen, Bunker...
I'm actually really glad you found me.
Yeah, why?
Hey!
Shit!
Come on! Come on!
Fuck!
This is stimulating, but we're out of here.
Let's go, Utah.
Ohh.
Ow!
Just keep walking.
Hold it.
Look. You two guys seen a kid run through here...
with a car stereo?
He stole it from me.
No, but there's four guys back there you might check out.
Thanks, buddy.
Hope you find him.
Don't worry. I will.
You like to start shit, don't you?
Who are those guys?
Nazi assholes.
The guy you dropped is Bunker Weiss.
The big one is Warchild,
a.k.a. Lupton Pitman.
The other two, hell, I don't know.
They think they're some kind of death squad.
What's their program?
Brains are wired wrong.
They're into some bad shit.
Illegal shit?
Maybe, I don't know.
That's not what I'm talking about.
They only live to get radical.
They don't really understand the sea,
so they'll never get the spiritual side of it.
You're not going to start chanting, are you?
I might.
This is me.
So, you still haven't figured out...
what riding waves is all about, have you?
It's a state of mind.
It's that place where you lose yourself and you find yourself.
You don't know it yet, but you got it. It's right there.
I saw you with those guys.
You're a pit bull. You didn't hesitate.
They didn't back you down an inch.
That is very rare in this world.
Thanks for stepping in.
De nada. Later.
Oh, hey. I'm having some people over tonight...
if you want to come.
Sure. Where?
Come with Tyler. She knows.
All right.
Next time you leave your piece in the car,
you stay in sight, okay?
Okay, Dad.
Yeah, I need you to run a plate for me.
Two-Denver-four-Sam niner-five-niner.
Late seventies Jeep.
TheJeep belongs to a Bunker Weiss.
My buddy. This guy's got quite a sheet.
Yeah. Yeah, skip all that.
Give me the greatest hits.
Felony possession of cocaine. That's good.
Felony "B" and "E." Three months in juvie.
Felony assault.
Postgraduate work at Chino.
Excellent. I'm loving it.
These guys really fit the profile.
I say we lay it on Harp.
Ow!
Here comes the night shift.
This is bullshit. This is a bullshit lead.
This is totally bullshit.
Harp must be fucking desperate...
if he's listening to you two flakes.
See you bright and early, guys.
Yeah, right.
Cold pizza for you. It's good for breakfast.
See ya.
- When did Harp say we'd get the warrant? - He's pushing it first thing.
You better get some sleep. This could be an interesting morning.
I don't mind
If the mountains
Fell in the sea
Let it be
It ain't me
Got my own world to live through
Now, I ain't gonna copy you
Hey.
Hey, Bodhi.
Yeah
Now if a six
Turned out to be nine
I taught him that trick.
I like it.
Watch yourself. She's a wild one.
Make yourself at home.
What's mine is yours.
I don't care
Man, it jacks up...
and you drop down into the pit.
It's 25 feet straight down.
And your balls...
Man, your balls are about this big.
And the whole thing's fucking roaring, right?
Pushing you forward like...
Like you're a hood ornament...
on a freight train or something, man.
Yeah, and if you lose it,
the fish'll be picking you out of the coral.
Big wave riding's for macho assholes with a death wish.
No, it's not.
It's the ultimate rush.
There's nothing that comes close to it.
Not even sex.
Maybe that's 'cause you're not doing it right, Roach.
Just paddling out in the big surf is total commitment.
You can't call time out. Stroll on in to the beach...
if you don't like the way things are going.
What's the biggest,
Waimea?
Ridden? Makaha.
Dana Point.
Bell's Beach, Australia.
Well, uh...
no way Bell's is bigger than Waimea, bro.
It will be next year.
Bodhi believes the 50-year storm is coming next year.
50-year storm, what's that?
That's kind of a legend.
No, it's real. It's absolutely real.
Everything moves in cycles.
So twice a century, the ocean lets us know...
just how small we really are.
A winter storm comes out of Antarctica,
tearing up the Pacific,
and it sends a huge swell north 2,000 miles.
And when it hits Bell's Beach,
it'll turn into the biggest surf...
this planet has ever seen,
and I will be there.
So will I.
If you want the ultimate,
you got to be willing to pay the ultimate price.
It's not tragic to die doing what you love.
That's how I want to go.
Hell, I ain't going to live to see 30.
There's too much testosterone here.
Over, I'm over
Over
Over it
Over, I'm over
Over
Over it
It
Aah
Bunch of goddamn adrenaline junkies.
Hope you're not buying this banzai bullshit...
like the rest of Bodhi's Moonies.
What are you talking about?
You got the kamikaze look, Johnny.
I've seen it.
Bodhi can smell it a mile away.
He'll take you to the edge... and past it.
- Hey, Bodhi. - Johnny has his own demons.
Don't you, Johnny?
What's going on?
Time for a stealth mission. You up for it?
- Let's do it! - Let's go!
- I can barely do this in broad daylight. - Come on.
At least nobody's going to see how bad you are.
- I don't think he's ready for this. - Nah, he'll be fine.
Shit!
Shit! Oh, shit!
Fuck!
I got to be fucking crazy.
But are you crazy enough?
Whoo-hoo!
Whoo! Tyler!
Whoo!
I can't see shit out here. I'm going to die.
Feel what the wave is doing. Accept its energy.
Get in sync, then charge with it.
- You don't need to see. - Yeah, right. Vision is highly overrated.
Okay. This one's got your number on it. Let's jam.
Now, paddle. Go, boy! Jam!
Shit! I'm going to die now. Fuckin' die now!
Fuck!
Whoo! You're surfing, man!
Whoa!
Whoo!
I fucking caught a bang!
Yeah!
Check it out!
- Is this not the best feeling on Earth? - Yeah!
Whoo!
Whoo-hoo!
Whoo-hoo-hoo, ha ha!
Good break, Johnny!
All right!
Yeah!
It looks like we lost somebody.
Yeah. Leave the fire for them.
Whoo!
You want to get something to eat?
- Yeah, I'm dyin'. Yeah. - I'm starvin'.
Hey, Nate, you smell bad.
Had enough?
Yeah.
I just want to sit here for a minute.
Look at you.
What?
Usually you have this intense sort of scowl...
of concentration on your face.
Like you're doing all this...
for a school project or something.
Or like you've got something driving you.
Look it...
It's gone.
If I didn't know better,
I'd say you looked almost happy.
I can't describe what I'm feeling.
You don't have to.
Goose bumps.
Yeah. It's cold.
Yeah.
Come here.
Holy shit!
What?
Shit!
I'm really late.
I mean, I'm really late.
Holy shit!
Shit!
Oh, shit!
I'm really late.
- You guys need any help? - I can't believe you're late to your own raid.
What a flake.
Has that worthless quarterback...
punk partner of mine shown up yet?
Right here.
Good of you to show up, hotshot.
Ow! Watch it! You're going to tear my skin.
Goddamn it!
I'm ready to rock. Where you want me?
Babbit and Alvarez are going in the back door.
Cullen's backing me up.
I want you at the side window.
Now you're strictly backup.
I don't want to burn your cover.
- Got that? Good. - Got it.
Take your position. It's show time.
Go!
Asshole.
Scooby!
Come on, Scooby!
Scooby!
Have you seen a dog?
No, man.
Scooby, come on!
Here, here, Scooby!
Scooby!
- What the fuck? - Get your gun.
There's someone at the front door. Now!
Get your gun. Now!
- Yeah, what? - Uh, hi.
Oh, have you seen my dog? I've got a little dog missin'. It's a cockapoo.
- I know nothing about your fuckin' dog. - Wait, wait.
Cullen, this is Utah. Get Angelo out of there.
They're pulling out a fucking arsenal.
Utah, repeat. Say again.
Cullen, you copy?
Cullen?
Alvarez!
Don't let him pull his badge.
Fuck. I can't hear jack shit over the lawn mower. Christ!
Something's going down, man. This ain't right.
Chill the fuck out, man. It's nothing.
Shut the fuck up.
Check the windows, bro. Do it.
I told you I don't know anything about your fuckin'dog!
- Hide the shit! - Wait, wait, wait, wait.
- Are you sure it's not in the backyard? - I ain't got time for this.
There's two guys out back, man. Duck down!
Oh, shit. Shit! We're fucked!
That fuck comes in, I'm gonna pump him up, man.
- Swear to Christ. - Are you sure it's not in the back?
It ain't back there.
Well, is anybody else around...
- Get the fuck out of my face! - F.B.I., gorgeous.
- F.B.I.! Drop it! - Fuck you!
Fucking pigs!
Oh, wait. Hey!
Goddamn motherfucker!
Aw, shut up!
- You motherfucker! Motherfucking... - I said, shut up!
Back up, or I blow her fucking head off!
Back up!
I'm coming out right now.
Back up! Back up!
Oh, God!
Let me go! Let me go...
Oh, God. Come on.
Bastard!
You bastard!
Arghh...
No!
- Babbit? - You fuckers.
Fuck you up, man!
Speak into the microphone, squid-brain.
Fuck!
- Give me your hand. - Fuck you!
Give me your other hand.
Must feel good to you.
Oh, man.
There you go.
You okay?
Fuck!
Oh, God!
No!
Don't touch it!
It's been paper targets up until today, huh?
It's no different, Johnny.
Just a little more to clean up.
You did all right today.
You did real good.
Goddamn son of a bitch!
Ah, you're cowboys. You're the real cowboys, huh?
Batman and Robin?
Know what this is?
Huh?
You know what this is, punk?
This is two keys, uncut,
crystal meth.
- Aw, shit. - Special Agent Utah,
I'd like you to meet Agent Dietz.
Works for the DEA.
He was working deep cover, until...
You think I like this hair, man?
Do you think I like these clothes?
My wife wants me to stay at Ramada.
I've been working on these fuckers for three months!
Three months!
Now, I finally got 'em wantin' to play wheel of fortune with me,
so I can find out who their suppliers is,
then you fuckin' cowboys show up.
- Nice tattoo, Dietz. - Oh, you like that? Fuck you!
He has a record of your suspects' movements...
over the last three months.
All I want to know, smart guy, okay?
All I want to know... is how are these guys robbin'...
Tarzana City National Bank on August 2nd,
when they were in Fort fuckin' Lauderdale August 2nd.
Why don't you figure that out?
Not easy, is it, Utah?
You fucking jerks.
Aw, shit.
Shit.
Oh...
Mmm...
Hey, five-foot walls at Zeros. Let's go.
Hey, Tyler.
Hey, Bodhi.
So let's go!
Time's a-wasting.
Now!
He does this.
Whoo-hoo!
Ah ha ha ha!
Whoo!
Yeah!
Go for it!
Pull them off!
That's it. That's it!
Yeah!
No!
Stop!
You all right?
You look like you saw a ghost.
Forget about it, kid. They're ghosts.
Whoo-hoo!
I got to go.
You gotta what?
I forgot about a meeting I have.
A new client.
I got to jam. Sorry. Really.
I'll call you later.
So I started trailing him.
Who, the zen surf master?
Bodhi, yeah.
I'm on him all day, right? He goes here. He goes there.
He goes to Tower Records, buys some CDs.
Lunch at Patrick's Roadhouse.
He goes into Assured Trust Savings and Loan.
Did he rob it?
Cute.
He's inside 20 minutes.
Roach waited in the truck.
They were scoping it out, right?
Well, they were scoping it out...
or cashing a check.
Then they go back to their beach house...
and box up all their shit.
Yeah?
See, summer's over.
They load it in Bodhi's truck...
and take it to a public storage unit.
I lost them after that,
but the house is empty. They're definitely out of here.
Goddamn it.
Why didn't you call me?
They're probably halfway to Maui.
Uh-uh. No.
They've got to pick up some traveling money first.
Assured Trust tomorrow.
Next day, outside, the latest.
I definitely got a feeling on this.
Oh, you got a feeling. Last time you had a feeling,
I had to kill a guy, and I hate that. It looks bad on my report.
Angelo, I'm right this time.
We can still win this one.
Okay.
Tomorrow morning, first thing,
we'll be at the bank like stink on shit.
- This "Calvin and Hobbes"is funny. - Oranges, sir?
- Would you like some oranges? - Want some oranges?
No. No. We got a lot.
No, thanks. Good luck.
God.
"For his turkey cemetery."
Ho.
It's time for lunch.
Angelo, it's 10:30.
Right around that corner,
there is a sandwich shop.
They sell meatball sandwiches.
The best I've ever tasted.
Would you go get me two?
Come on, partner. Two.
Thank you.
Utah, get me two.
Hi. How you doing?
Hi. Could I have two meatball sandwiches,
a tuna on wheat and two lemonades?
Okay. That's two meatballs,
one tuna on wheat, two lemonades.
That's seven, eighty-four
Thank you.
Uh-huh.
Oh, boy. God, you scared me.
Here. Yours is the one that looks like road kill.
A road kill?
Enjoy.
Thank you very much.
Here's your lemonade.
Ah, thanks.
Did you see that Lincoln pull up?
I'm so hungry, I could eat the ass-end of a dead rhino.
I should've had you get me three of these things. What Lincoln?
Goddamn!
F.B.I.! Freeze!
I got him!
No!
Freeze!
- Fuck! - Get down!
- Go! - Come on!
Come on! Get in. Get in!
- Jesus Christ! - Go! Go!
- Go! - Aw, gimme a fuckin' break! I am goin'!
Where'd they go?
I don't fucking believe this!
I think we're losing them.
You're losing them!
I'm not losing them.
Over to the right!
Go! Go! Come on!
Punch it!
Be cool, man!
Whoo!
Where is he?
He's still behind us!
Hang on, you guys!
We're fucked!
This car's a piece of shit!
Oh, shit!
It's okay. They're on the left.
I think we lost them. I can't see 'em!
Tell me where he is!
Oh, fuck!
Watch out!
- We got you! - You ain't got shit!
Hold on!
Goddamn it!
Come on! Come on!
Okay, guys.
It's emergency sanitation.
- Hey! - Back up, buddy!
Try it, man. Just try it.
What about the old Chevy?
Come on!
Take care of him, Jimmy.
Ooh!
Move it!
Now, get in!
Wait, wait.
Don't do it, man. Don't be stupid.
Run!
Why's he taking so long?
Come on!
We got to go now!
Don't go! Wait! Wait!
Uh!
Let's go!
Shit!
Let's go! Go!
Aah!
Fuck!
Aah!
Look out!
Hey!
Aah!
Get the fuck out of this house!
Hey, what do you think you're doing?
Oh, no!
Aahhh!
Aahhh.
Stop or I'll shoot!
Ahhh!
Damn!
Say again, 41.
Roger that, 41.
Cal plate five-six-two, Sam, Ida, X-ray.
Base out.
- Nothing? - Nothing.
Johnny, I want to see you in my office...
right now.
Unit 23, unit 23, see the manager at 4650 Wilshire.
I want you to know something.
- When you shoot, you don't miss. - I missed.
No. I believe you're either scared.
Or you're getting too goddamn close...
to this surfing guru buddy of yours.
I don't believe you're scared.
Hey.
Go home and get some rest.
You look like hammered shit.
And if I get anything that resembles your boy,
I'll beep you.
Now go home.
Goddamn it!
So what does the other guy look like?
Never saw him.
It was your basic hit-and-run.
You look like you got in a train wreck.
Stupid jerk just kept driving?
Ouch. Baby, I'm sorry.
Johnny, what is it with you?
You got that look again.
You...
You're about to tell me something and then...
you don't.
Or you... can't.
There's something I've wanted to tell you.
It's important.
It could really affect things between you and me.
Man.
This is harder than I thought.
God. Men are so bad at this.
Shh.
Some other time.
You act like nothing happened.
Relax, Nathanial.
Don't tell me to relax!
He's a fucking federal agent!
Should have shot him when I had the chance.
I'll deal with that fucking cop.
No, Rosie.
Do you realize that we have hit 30 banks in three years,
and they haven't been able to touch us?
And all this does is just up the stakes of the game.
Fuck the stakes, Bodhi!
This is a game only to you!
This is real!
I mean, this is serious shit,
and I am scared, okay?
I say we get the fuck out of here tonight, okay?
You run, you die.
Come on, think about it.
This was never about money for us.
It was about us against the system.
That system that kills the human spirit.
We stand for something to those dead souls...
inching along the freeways... in their metal coffins.
We show them that the human spirit...
is still alive.
So you trust me?
Okay.
Then don't worry about this guy.
I know exactly what to do with him.
A lawyer?
You lied to me!
Tyler, put the gun down.
I'll bet you lied about everything.
I'll bet you lied about your parents!
You just tell me the truth, Johnny.
Did your parents die in a car accident?
Did they?
They live in Columbus, Ohio.
I work bank robbery.
The guys I'm after are surfers. I needed you at first...
- But after that l... - Fuck you!
Don't you have a soul?
Goddamn you to hell.
Tyler...
Tyler, wait!
Tyler!
Leave a message.
Tyler, look, I fucked up, okay?
I know I fucked up.
I wanted to tell you, but I couldn't.
I was afraid you'd leave.
Good guess, huh?
Fuck, why can't I ever say what I really mean?
I lied to you. I'm an asshole.
But I need you, Tyler.
I've never known anyone like you before...
in my life,
and I hope you change your mind.
Tyler, wait. I'm coming.
Howdy, brah.
So come on, we're rolling.
What's going on, Bodhi?
Whoa, what happened, you cut yourself shaving?
I don't think I want to surf right now.
Surf? No, this is different, Johnny.
This is really different.
You are going to love it.
So we got to get your stuff and leave.
Okay, uh, socks.
Shirt.
Then, uh, boots. Here we go.
Okay, put your stuff on in the truck.
We got to go. Life is short.
You are going to love this.
Yo.
All right? Here.
Thanks.
All right, let's go.
Take this bag, Grommet.
Take this, too.
Thank you, sir.
Here you go. Ever done this before?
Nope, but I've seen it on TV.
It's 100% pure adrenaline.
Other guys snort for it, jab a vein for it.
All you got to do is jump.
It's a blast, but I screwed my knee up yesterday.
I noticed you limping, but don't worry about it...
because we're not going to land on land.
Oh, well, fine, then.
I feel so much better.
Okay, let's fly.
Three minutes.
This is a little ceremony we always do...
at the end of the summer.
One last Speedstar.
You might want to pull that little orange thing sometime.
The life you save may be your own.
So, uh...
who packed my chute?
I did. Why? You don't trust me?
You got to earn trust.
Okay, we'll earn it together.
Here. Take mine.
Hey, Johnny. I don't think this is such a good idea.
Bodhi's pack jobs are pretty shitty.
They only open half the time.
Less.
Bullshit.
Why don't you take young Grommet's?
How'd that be?
You don't want this one.
This one's set for a neck breaker.
He's probably better off with something like this.
We going to jump or jerk off?
That's my man!
Hurry up!
Yeah! Let's do it.
Johnny, you're about to jump out of a perfectly good airplane.
How do you feel about that?
Geronimo!
Whoo-hoo-hoo!
Whoo!
Whoo-hoo-hoo!
Whoo-hoo!
Shit!
Whoa!
Shit!
Whoa-ho-ho!
Sex with the gods!
You can't beat this!
Whoo-hoo!
Whoo!
This is fucking beautiful!
Whoo-hoo-hoo!
Whoa!
Yeah!
Ha!
Ha ha ha! Come on, Johnny!
Whoo!
Ha ha ha!
Ha ha!
Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!
Ah ha ha!
That's it, Johnny! Go for it!
Come on, Johnny!
You can do it!
Come on!
Use your arms! Fly like an eagle, baby!
Whoo!
Keep coming!
All right!
Johnny, you did it!
You're a Speedstar!
We're going like a bat out of hell!
Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!
Righteous, Speedstar!
How do you like it?
Amazing!
Fucking amazing!
This is so beautiful!
I love this ground rush shit!
Okay, spread!
Great, isn't it? Ha ha!
You're doing good.
1,000 feet. Pull!
After you, Alphonse.
I insist!
Pull the rip cord now!
You first!
Okay!
Son of a bitch!
Jesus Christ.
I got to be losing it.
It's the closest you'll ever get to God.
It's like the palm of your hand...
coming right at you.
It's ineffable.
Significant experience to share.
We did pull pretty low.
You'll never be the same.
Did I tell you Johnny'd be just fine?
Damn first.
Drop your chute there.
Good job.
Pack off your shoulders.
Kick it back, step out of it.
I'll pack that for you.
Johnny, come here. There's something you need to see.
Hop in.
Okay, if I can...
What's this?
This is... an insurance policy.
It will sting a bit, but it's for your own growth, brah.
Press play.
Fuck you!
She is a wild one, isn't she, Special Agent Utah?
Fucking dead man!
Whoa. Hold it, man. Think. Think it through, man.
I'm the only one that knows where she is.
I'm the only one, so let me talk.
Let me talk.
Talk.
She'll be fine.
Rosie won't do anything...
as long as I meet him at a certain place and time...
six hours from now.
Call him right now and tell him to let her go!
Sorry, I can't do it.
They're on the road,
and where they're going, there are no phones,
so you are shit out of luck.
God!
Oh, man.
I hate this, Johnny.
I really do. I hate violence.
Don't you see that's why I need Rosie?
I could never hold a knife to Tyler's throat.
She was my woman.
We shared time.
But Rosie is... a mechanism, you know.
Once you set him in motion, he will not stop.
He's, like, got this gift of blankness.
But when 3:00 comes, he will gut her like a pig...
and try not to get any on his shoes.
There's nothing I can do unless I get there.
So, I guess that makes us partners.
Because we have the same goal...
To get me where I need to go, right?
We're wasting time.
Oh, that's what I love about you, Johnny.
You are just as sharp as a razor.
Murphy, get the plane down to Santa Monica.
- Top off the tanks. - All right.
Okay, you guys, it's party time. Let's move it.
All right. We're on it.
All I'm asking for is 90 seconds of your life, Johnny.
See, it's basic dog psychology.
If you scare them and get them peeing down their leg,
they submit.
Yet if you project weakness, you draw aggression.
That's how people get hurt.
You see...
fear causes hesitation,
and hesitation will cause your worst fears...
to come true.
So it's simple...
You project strength to avoid conflict.
Peace through superior firepower.
Oh.
Here you go. Can't have you walking through those doors...
with your dick in your hand, right?
I can't do this.
Sure you can. Who knows? You might like it.
It's a killer rush.
Bodhi, this is your fucking wake-up call, man!
I am an F.B.I. agent!
I know, man. Isn't it wild?
That's what makes it great.
We can exist on a different plane. We can make our own rules.
Why be a servant to the law...
when you can be its master?
Fucking- A!
I love this fucking job.
Okay, 90 seconds door-to-door.
It's a small price to pay for someone who loves you.
She does, you know.
It's not her style to fall so hard.
I don't think she did with me.
Okay... Mr. Carter.
LBJ.
Mr. Nixon.
Well, sorry, Johnny. Looks like you don't get to be president.
I'm ready!
Rock 'n' roll!
Everybody freeze!
Okay, on the floor! Now!
On the floor! Right now!
Hold it! Where are you going?
Everybody down!
Let's go!
Get his gun!
On the floor, asshole!
I'll blow your fucking kneecaps!
You'll be on the floor!
It's a kick in the ass.
Look. We're on TV. Smile.
Could be a little hard to play F.B.I. now, huh?
Can we just get the goddamn money...
and get out of here?
Nobody move!
Heads down, eyes down.
Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen.
May I have your attention, please?
We are the Ex-Presidents.
And as you can see, we're robbing your bank.
So with a little cooperation,
I won't have to blow your heads off.
I need a couple minutes of your lives, and we're gone.
Dick. Dick, go to the vault.
Uh, you, Miss Jennings, would you be a dear...
and open the gate for my associate now?
Mr. Duggan's got the keys.
We never go to the vault.
Do it! Lyndon, go with them.
We're hitting the vault, man. Go, go!
Who's Mr. Fucking Duggan?
Mr. Duggan, you want to open the vault,
or do you want me to do it?
Do whatever they want, Terry.
Take the fucking keys! Take them!
Move it!
Open the damn door!
I'll fucking blow your fucking head off!
Move it!
Come on, move! Get out of the way!
Okay. All right.
Go for the back. Big bills.
Fucking going in the fucking vault!
Okay.
It's a bad idea.
Put your head down!
Don't look at me!
You're blowing it! You're breaking your own rules!
You're pulling too much time!
Jimmy, how we doing?
Sixty-five. What's happening?
Don't worry. It's fine.
Fuck! Fuck!
Hey...
I'm a cop.
So?
I'm a cop.
Oh, no.
Don't.
You have a gun on your ankle?
Yeah.
When I make a move you back me up.
Don't. You don't have to.
Back me up.
Don't do it. Don't do anything.
Don't. Don't.
Put it away.
Please put it away. Put it away.
Now, hurry up!
Let's go! We got to go! Let's go!
Fucking move!
Federal agent, undercover!
Nobody fucking move!
You all right?
Hang on. Hang on, little brother.
Come on, we're out of here. We are out of here.
Hang on. Got to get you out of here.
Hang on, little brother.
Just hang on.
No, man. No.
Are you out of your fucking mind?
What's the matter with you?
Is that what you want? Did you get what you wanted?
Come on, you can't take him with us! Let's go!
Goddamn it, who's in charge of this camera crew?
This is a crime scene. Get 'em the fuck out of here!
You have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.
If you so desire,
an attorney will be provided for you free of cost.
Do you understand these rights, Utah? Do you understand?
You understand the rights I just read you?
He understands his rights.
Jesus Christ, are you okay?
Get these cuffs off him.
- Leave the cuffs on. - Leave the cuffs on!
Your partner's an accessory to murder.
There are three dead people. One of them is a police officer, huh?
Let me show you something, pal.
How does that sit in your stomach, huh?
Take your hands off me right now.
Harp, Harp.
Listen. Look at me.
Don't send him in with the black and whites like some punk.
Let me ride him in.
Yeah, sure, Angelo. Why not?
That's why I put you screw-ups together.
You deserve each other.
You're as bad as he is,
only you're fatter, slower, and more pathetic.
It's like the blind leading the blind with you.
Harp, I want to tell you something.
I was in this bureau...
when you were still popping zits on your funny face...
and jacking off to the lingerie section of the Sears catalog.
Is that right, Pappas?
That's right. And there's one thing that I learned...
that you still haven't got.
Why don't you astonish me, shitface?
Respect for my elders.
Plain and simple.
Come on, kid, let's go.
- Holy shit. - Let's get out of here.
I know where they're going.
I figured you did.
Santa Monica Airport, fast.
But we got one minor problem.
What?
We can't arrest them... or shoot them.
What?
Did you set the altimeter?
1,000.
What?
1,000!
Check the rigging, okay?
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Fucking F.B.I.
I'm not armed!
But you're not alone.
Good guess.
There's a gun on you right now.
Where's Roach?
Around somewhere.
So, listen, Johnny, we are in kind of a hurry. What do you need?
You got to tell me where she is.
Oh, and let my policy expire. Good idea.
Look, Bodhi, people are dead. The ride is over.
Oh, no, no. I say when it's over.
The guy you killed was an off-duty cop.
They'll nail you wherever you land.
There's a new thing called radar. Maybe you've heard of it.
What is your...
Nathanial, get in there.
Get back in the cockpit! Move!
Yeah.
I know you. When they fall on you,
you won't back down.
They'll have to burn your ass to the ground.
- Shit happens. - Look...
You got a death wish. You want to ride to glory, fine,
but don't take Tyler with you.
I'm begging you.
Tell me where she is, and I walk away.
You walk away?
I walk away.
That is beautiful, Johnny.
Angelo! Don't fire!
They'll kill her! No!
Get out of the way, kid! Goddamn it!
Damn!
No!
Jesus Christ!
- Angelo. - I don't have much...
Utah... Utah...
Just hang on...
I'm really fucked up.
Just hang on. You'll be all right.
Oh, God!
I'm not flying you guys to San Felipe, man.
Get in the fuckin' plane! Start those engines!
Oh, good. Tell him where we're going.
Let's go, man.
We are going to ride this all the way, Johnny.
You and me, so let's go.
Get the fuck up! Tyler's waiting!
Go, go, go!
Start the engines now!
Go!
Go, go, go, go!
Rosie. Yo, Rosie. This is Air Force One.
Do you read me? Over.
We've been over Mexico for the last half hour.
Can I quit mowing the lawn?
I'm getting more bushes in the wheels...
than I usually like.
Shut up and take it to 4,000 feet on this heading.
I don't think that's such a good idea, man.
We'll pop up on their screens.
It doesn't matter. We're almost there.
Just got to get you to a safe jump altitude.
Okay, let's get your rig on.
Aw! Hey, man, I'm cold. I'm really cold.
I got your jacket.
Here's your jacket. Easy.
Oh, oh!
Oh, fuck! Oh!
I know, I know, I know. Easy.
One arm at a time.
I can't get it. I can't get it.
Oh, man, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Oh!
Johnny...
throw me that money bag.
Now!
You're cold because all the blood's...
running out of your body, Roach.
You'll be dead soon. I hope it was worth it.
Don't listen to him. He's just scared.
You just keep thinking...
about all those senoritas and margaritas...
nursing you back to health, okay?
What the fuck are you looking at?
Fuck! Aaghh!
Okay. Here you go.
Rosie, this is Air Force One.
Do you copy? Do you copy? Over.
We have a visual on you.
Tell him to release Tyler.
Do it! Do it now!
You won! You got what you wanted.
What if your chute fails?
Cancel the order!
She served her purpose.
Do it, man. You owe me that much.
Okay, you ready?
On three... one... two... three.
Easy, easy. A little more.
Chute's clear.
Okay.
Okay, I'll see you on the ground, all right?
I'll see you in hell, Johnny.
Oh!
I know it's hard for you, Johnny. I know you want me so bad,
it's like acid in your mouth.
But not this time.
Adios, amigo.
Fucker!
What...
Pull the chute, Bodhi.
You're crazy!
Pull the fucking chute!
Why don't you pull it?
No games, Bodhi. Pull the cord now!
Nah, you pull it.
Go ahead, Johnny, pull it.
You got to drop the gun.
Otherwise, what will you hold on with?
Pull it right now,
or I blow your head off and pull it myself.
That's the only way it's gonna happen, my friend. Do it!
- Swear to God, I will. - Do it, man!
Do it or you'll die, Johnny.
Six seconds.
We're going to be meat waffles... five.
Four.
- You fucking crazy? Pull it! - Three.
- Two. - Pull it!
- One. - Shit!
Shit!
Jesus Christ, Bodhi.
Goddamn, you are one radical son of a bitch.
I'm out of here, Johnny.
Aahhh!
Oh.
That knee again, huh?
Too bad. Looks like this time...
you won't be getting your man.
This game we both lose.
Let her go!
Johnny, l...
Shh.
Some other time.
Come on, we're out of here.
Yo, Johnny!
I'll see you in the next life.
We can't leave him here. We got to bury him.
There's no time, man.
A cyclone warning is now current...
for coastal areas between Torquay and Cape Ottway.
This is potentially one of the worst storms...
in Australia's history.
Heavy rains will continue,
with destructive winds...
reaching 150 kilometers per hour.
The center of the cyclone...
is expected to cross the coast...
between Bell's Beach and Fairhaven...
early tomorrow morning.
Residents are advised to prepare for evacuation.
What do you want to do now?
We ought to get out of this mess.
I'm freezing.
Sorry, mate.
Anybody been out there?
Nobody's been out. No one's going out.
It's gonna be fuckin' crazy, man.
Death on a stick out there, mate.
Won't get me out there.
Lose something, brah?
Special Agent Utah.
I knew I could count on you.
I've been to every city in Mexico.
I came across an unclaimed piece of meat in Baja.
Turned out to be Rosie.
Guess he picked a knife fight with somebody better.
Found a passport of yours in Sumatra.
Missed you by about a week in Fiji.
- But I knew you wouldn't miss the 50-year storm, Bodhi. - Yeah.
Too bad.
You finally get your waves,
and it's totally closed out.
Just waiting for my set.
You got to go down.
You crossed the line...
and people trusted you, and they died.
Yeah, it went bad.
It went real bad.
Life sure has a sick sense of humor, doesn't it?
- Still surfing? - Every day.
Come on, Bodhi.
It's time to go.
You know you got to go back with me.
Sorry, my friend.
Come on.
Shit!
No! No!
I told them...
you'd go quietly.
No!
You know I can't handle a cage, man.
I don't care.
You got to go down.
It's got to be that way.
Okay, man. Okay.
I'm screwed.
I'm going to go to jail and I'll pay,
and Johnny Utah gets his guy, right?
Good for you.
That's real good.
You're going to be a big hero now.
But look at it, Johnny. Look at it!
This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, man!
Let me get one wave before you take me.
One wave.
Where am I going to go, man?
Cliffs on both sides.
I'm not going to paddle to New Zealand.
My whole life has been about this moment, Johnny.
Come on, compadre.
Come on.
- Here. This way! - Come on!
Vaya con dios.
What the fuck, Utah?
What do you think you're doing?
You let him go!
No, I didn't.
No way.
Hey, the guy's nuts.
We'll get him when he comes back in.
He's not coming back.
When my dreams keep on haunting me
Get back let me be who I want to be
I'm sick and tired
Of givin'in my way
I'm sick and tired
Of everything I see
But I know
Nobody rides for free
Don't stop to think
'Cause I know where I stand
I'm on my way
No, you're not gonna change my plan
If you can break away
And see what I say
You'll understand what's burnin'inside of me
I'm sick and tired
Of talkin' 'bout good old days
I'm sick and tired
Of everyone in my way
Nobody rides for free
Nobody rides
Nobody
Nobody rides for free
Nobody
You gotta pay to play
So don't you stand in my way
'Cause nobody
Nobody rides for free
Now the water was deep
The current was strong
You thought you could swim
But I guess you were wrong
You sink to the depths of your misery
Maybe the past will set you free
Nobody rides for free
Nobody rides
Nobody
Nobody rides for free
Nobody
Nobody rides for free
- Nobody - Nobody rides for free
Nobody rides