Police Encounter with Bikers

Get up off the road! Get them off the road!

Pull your bikes up off the road!

- Alright. - Alright.

I'm not going anywhere.

Shut them off.

I got all four of them on the firm. Give me the keys.

Don't even start.

Shush.

Now, who's your buddy that's still going?

He's not my buddy.

Who is he?

We all just met today.

Who is he?

Bro, honestly, we just met each other.

We just all met today.

Okay.

Yeah, probably.

Can you call...

Can you call, um...

What's his name?

Yeah, alright.

I'll write a reckless op citation to every goddamn one of you.

Every single one of you.

Get your boy on the horn and get him back here, or I'll write every single one of you.

Every single one of you.

Every single one of you were called in for passing on the berm, passing in the middle.

Every single one.

My buddy, he's coming.

I know exactly who he is, I'm not playing.

It's not the one on the bike, though.

Not the guy on the bike.

- Bullshit. - He's on the bike.

No, no, no, I'm saying that he was asking me who I was on the phone with.

Get his ass back here right now.

I want all your IDs, now.

Yeah, he's got them.

I don't know...

Don't lie to me!

No...

Don't lie to me!

I don't want your explanation, I want his ass back here right now.

Bullshit.

You're getting a reckless op citation, that's what you're getting.

Give me your registrations and insurance and everything, get it for me now. Helmet off.

You know how many times you guys were called in by motorists? Twelve!

Geez.

Almost causing fatal crashes on the goddamn interstate! Twelve times!

And then your boy wants to run, and you want to tell me you don't know who he is? Every one of you is getting a reckless op citation right now. Give me your stuff.

I got it.

I need my keys to get in it.

I need my keys too, to get in.

And if he doesn't come back, every single one of these bikes is getting towed. Every one of them.

For your reckless operation, every one.

Get a hold of him.

Get him back here, you can leave with a piece of paper.

You don't get him back here, I'm taking your bike.

We don't know him.

Bullshit.

Don't say that to me again.

I don't care, don't say it to me again.

We rode here for a bike meet, and I don't know that guy.

And I don't know...

Find out who he is, or one of you is ready to sell...

South Dakota, that's you?

Yeah.

What exit was that, sir?