Beyond the Law Page #3

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Wrong, Virgil.

I'm an undercover

narcotics officer.

[ laughing ]

Get the f*** outta here.

You're a narc ?

Well, if you was narc--

And I'm not sayin'

that you are--

But, uh, if you was, you could get your ass

dusted for talkin' about it.

Well, what the hell's the difference ?

I'm a bust.

Nobody will sell dope

to me anyways.

That's because of the way you look, man.

I mean, look at you.

If you came up to me and tried to buy dope,

I'd peg you for a narc.

A minute ago, you said I looked like a dealer.

F*** you, a**hole.

I was trying to be polite.

If I was a narc and I wanted to get

into some serious drugs,

I'd hang with bikers.

Bikers control all the heavy dope.

I don't know sh*t about bikers.

I could teach ya. Well, I ain't like

a member or nothin',

but, uh, they need me.

I work on their bikes.

There ain't nothin' about a scooter

ahat I can't fix.

Hell, when I got through with you,

you'd walk, talk and sh*t like a biker.

Why the hell would you do that ?

Listen, man.

Now this is strictly confidential.

- But I've always wanted to be cop.

- Come on.

No, really, man.

You know what I mean ?

Carrying a f***in' gun, arrestin' people.

That's power. Hell, you could even

make me your deputy or somethin'.

Couldn't you ?

- Raise your right hand, Virgil.

- I do.

Not yet, a**hole.

- We got a whole ceremony to do first.

- Sorry, man.

Do you solemnly swear

to take all of my orders...

never shoot anybody

or carry a gun ?

- Wait a minute, man.

- No guns, Virgil.

Any shooting needs done,

I'll handle it.

I'm the narc.

You're the f***in' deputy.

That ain't fair ! How can I arrest anybody

if I haven't got a gun ?

- Do you swear or not ?

- Yeah, I-I-I guess so, man.

Good.

Then it is with all

the power in my office...

that I now pronounce you...

deputy sheriff.

Oh, man.

This is somethin'.

This is really somethin'.

- Are you sure you're a cop ?

- Where do we start ?

Modest beginnings start

with a single blow of a horn, man.

Now, when you get through

with this thing,

every dick-head in the world's

gonna wanna own it.

Do you know anything at all about

the internal combustion engine ?

[ "Working On It " by Chris Rea ]

Get working

Work, work, work

I got eight little fingers

And only two thumbs

But they lead me at least

While I get the job done

Work, work, work

Can't ya see I'm workin'

Work, work, work

Ooh, ooh

I'm workin' on it

Yeah

Ooh-ooh

I'm workin' on it

Work, work, work

Well, they're comin' from above me

And they're comin' from below

Work, work, work

Yeah, they're in there right behind me

Everywhere that I go

Work, work, work

And my buddy, he's screamin'

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