Easy Rider: The Ride Back

My name is Morgan Williams.

I had a brother, Wyatt.

He had this nickname:

Captain America.

Day after Mardi Gras, 1969,

Wyatt and his best friend, Billy,

were riding their bikes heading for Florida.

The sky was crystal blue, just like 911.

Wyatt died that day, the victim of hatred and prejudice,

at the hands of those whose greatest fear is freedom,

whether in the form of a nation or a single individual.

Finally making the ride back after 40 years.

Time to face the ghosts of the past.

And all because little sister Shane...

showed up at my island off the coast of Mexico.

If there's one thing I hate in life, it's fucking surprises.

Well, I see some things never change.

No, I guess not.

Here you are again, uninvited and unannounced.

What brings you all this way?

I forgot how beautiful it is up here.

I was looking around thinking no man's an island,

but you just keep giving it your best shot, don't you?

You didn't answer my question.

Wow. Look at your collection.

Pretty cool shit, huh?

It's amazing. You really should market this in the States.

You know better than anybody-- one of a kind.

Oh, wow. I love this.

Take it. It's yours.

I couldn't do that. No, take it.

Stop.

I saw Paulina by the pool.

She looked like a goddess floating there.

I didn't want to disturb her, but I cannot wait to spend time with her and the girls.

Think they still remember you?

Oh, you can sit up here like the king of your castle and chastise me,

but I don't remember you ever coming to see Cody and I in-- I don't know-- never.

Hey, you know why.

Whose fault is that?

You know what I think?

I think you ought to take a hit of this and loosen up a bit.

I'd rather have a drink.

Cool jackets.

Yeah, this is my scarlet cross jacket,

and that's the jacket I made for Wyatt.

How did it get here?

I brought it back with his belt...

and what was left of the motorcycle that Virgil built for him...

after we identified his body.

Virgil and I weren't that close growing up.

Way too much the boy scout.

Wyatt-- He was my idol. You should have seen him ride.

After Wyatt's murder, Virgil and I got majorly tight.

He was just here a couple of weeks ago with Wes Coast.

Wes Coast was here? Yeah. Wes was here.

Can't believe it.

I hear you're going out on the circuit.

Baby, I got to finish this bike or my dad's gonna kill me.

I need to know. We need to talk about this.

You wanna talk about it? You need to know? Yeah.

Mmm. Mmm!

How is he?

Crazy as ever.

Said you and he were an item once upon a time.

That was a long time ago.

Forgot something?

I wish Shane had ended up with Wes...

instead of that rich asshole she married.

I'd probably see a lot more of her.

El Señor Torre is expecting you. I can take you there.

Old friend.

Morgan, mi amigo.

¿Quieres un poco? No, no. Not my thing.

Bastian, if you please. Yes, sir.

What's this?

- Don't you recognize it? - Oh, I recognize it.

Just should have been a lot bigger. That's all.

Oh, come on, Morgan. Take it easy.

Ooh!

Wow! Oh! Looks like I missed something.

Yes, you did.

I guess I missed something too. How's your friend?

Uh, not so well tonight.

Well, then I guess I don't have to ask what's in here.

Jesus, Morgan. How much is in here? Not enough.

Shane, it's only pot.

Only thing I've ever done. Only thing I'm ever gonna do.

When are you gonna grow up?

If I'm lucky, never.

Uh, nothing else. Hold the table. We'll be back.

[ Speaking Spanish ]

Let's take a walk.

Shane was freaked that I was dealing.

And to make matters worse, she thought Wyatt died over drugs.

But I got her straightened out on that...

and some other family history too.

Yeah, well, you know, you were too young to remember it,

but after Mama died, we were all lost.

And Wyatt--

He tried to find himself by splitting to L.A.

Did a lot of crazy shit out there.

Like what?

Well, like stunt riding in the movies.

An Evel Knievel carny act.

There was a new breed out there back then--

snorting coke, smoking dope.

And Wyatt decided, well, maybe he'll help supply the demand...

and he started dealing drugs.

First he was dealing pot for me,

but then he wanted to make the big score-- cocaine, early retirement.

So I hooked him up with a guy down in Ensenada.

He did the deal. But, of course, he didn't live to enjoy it.

Thank God Daddy doesn't know any of this,

because I don't think he could bear to have--

What? Two sons like me? Is that what you were gonna say?

That's what you were gonna say, wasn't it? No. That's not what I meant.

Well, it is what you meant, and that's okay,

'cause I got really good at keeping this family's dirty little secrets in check.

And only Virgil and me know about this.

Oh! Numbs the pain, now, doesn't it?

You know Daddy's living with us now,

and I'm throwing him a little surprise birthday party.

Of course you are.

What? You always have a hidden agenda, don't you?

Haven't heard from you since Francesca was born, and here you are.

Morgan, Daddy isn't gonna be around much longer.

This has to stop. You need to be there.

The last thing he wants to see after all this time is my ass.

Why do you two still hate each other after all these years?

It's ridiculous.

'Cause maybe, Shane, hate isn't the opposite of love.

It's the frustration of love.

Can't you just make the first move, let bygones be bygones?

Let me tell you something.

He didn't like the way I expressed my freedom back then,

and he's not gonna like it any better now.

Hey.

What's wrong?

I have to do this.

Stashing the cash in the tank--

family tradition.

Did I stay too long in the cold?

Did I miss the day he grew old?

Can I return to the fold?

Is the distance still the same

I heard the dove in the peaceful sky

He heard the hawk raise a battle cry

But the time has run and the prodigal son returns

Let the eagle fly

Let the banner wave

Over the son of the land of the free

And the father

Of the home of the brave

I heard a peaceful song

He heard his country right a wrong

He said, "Son, I risked my life

So that you could be free"

If there is room in a perfect sky

When the sun and the moon don't see eye to eye

And the prodigal son with no alibi returns

Let the eagle fly

Let the eagle fly

Let the banner wave

Over the son of the land of the free

And the father

Of the home of the brave

Land of the free

Yeah! Push in there!

Whoo! Yeah! All right!

What's wrong with that turn, man?

You guys are flying like eagles.

I just want you to charge into that wood a little stronger.

I'll tell you what. You cats take a little rest, and you watch the big dog fly!

Jesus Christ! I thought I saw a ghost!

I don't know what the hell you're doing here, brother!

You better be ready to drink some whiskey, boy! Yee-ha!

I love your racing school, man.

They love the big dog!

Crashing in the corner.

Must've totally impressed the hell out of 'em.

Kiss my ass, huh?

A long time, bro! Ahh!

Nice ride.

Awesome, man!

I fucking love it! There you go.

Got a nitro kick and a gypsy tattoo

I got a place where we can go look at some tits. Ahh!

She flirts, spins, flexing every Saturday night

Yee-ha! I'm Wes... Coast

Smooth.

With the profile tires and the Second Look bags

With a two-love bench But just for a while

'Cause there ain't nobody gonna cramp my style

Oh, yeah! 'Cause I'm Wes

- Hey! - Coast

Some food. Yeah! Smoke!

Drink! And fuck!

Yee-ha!

So come on, baby Said don't be shy