Mayans M.C. (2018–…): Season 5, Episode 5 - I Want Nothing But Death - full transcript
As the war with the Sons escalates, the two clubs square off in a fight to the death.
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Aah!
Only reason you're
still here, dawg,
'cause I covered for you and
your Meth Mountain bullshit.
Amigo.
Amigos.
When I spoke to Creep, someone
told him inside we have a rat.
And I
want you to win here, EZ.
I'm looking
for Kevin Jimenez.
I called every day
for three years
trying to get someone
to talk to me.
I think that he was involved
with some bad people.
This is war.
We may never
know who's responsible,
- so let me talk with Eduardo.
- No.
We have found some
inconsistencies
in your accounting.
It would be a pity
for everything we've worked for
to end up... flushed.
Did you just threaten me?
Oh, golly, no.
- We can't stay.
- Oh, my God.
- You don't understand. That guy...
- Butterfly?
You're scared of
some dirty hippie
- named Butterfly?
- Listen, if he's here, then
- that means I'm not here.
- Fuck Meth Mountain.
I ain't scared of
those motherfuckers.
If your brothers hadn't
tried to murder mine
that day, we wouldn't be here
right now having this
fascinating discussion.
I hope you have baking soda.
♪♪ The funny thing
she said to me ♪♪
♪♪ "I could see you
giving me a child" ♪♪
♪♪ But your roaming eye... ♪♪
♪♪ You're gonna give
them what is mine ♪♪
♪♪ How you come with the day ♪♪
♪♪ And you leave
with the night ♪♪
♪♪ Yeah, your lips
taste like honey... ♪♪
You okay?! You okay?!
♪♪ But I know you, you're
drinking wine... ♪♪
Yeah, baby.
Fuck yeah.
No, no, no, no!
Hey, hey, hey,
hey! Hey, hey, hey.
No, no. No, no. No, no,
no, no, no! Hey, hey...
Call an ambulance!
Call a fucking ambulance!
Put your hands up!
Fucking hands up!
I didn't realize Charming's
puppet strings were this long.
We ain't nobody's puppet club.
Just here out of respect,
to have a conversation.
Heard the Mayans were getting
out of the distro business.
Running a new game.
All right. You right, you right,
that's... that
ain't why I'm here.
Well, let's get to the part
where you say why you are here.
Okay.
This war that you in.
It's killing the culture, man.
If you're not a puppet, why
you here on their business?
Grim Bastards are
my only business.
Dead Sons, dead Mayans...
Don't make me no difference.
But now
you're bringing heat
on the rest of us.
I mean, leaving
bodies on the freeway.
Shooting up each other in
the hospital. I mean...
I mean, y'all motherfuckers
can't stay off the 6:00 news.
Y-You just begging
for a RICO case.
No one's knocked on my door.
You don't get
it, son.
The Feds don't come to you
unless they know they got you.
They are building a case.
And they do not lose.
I do not lose... son.
Now, this war
didn't end too well
for the Mayans the last time.
Well, it's a different
club, isn't it?
Dead weight's gone.
And we do not bend.
We do not surrender.
Mm.
You know, the Mayans and
the Bastards have a, um...
deep, deep history.
Our clubs have history.
You and I don't.
So tell me what
the fuck you want.
All right.
We will facilitate...
peace talks on neutral ground.
Delegates from the Mayans,
delegates from the Sons.
No bullshit. No bloodshed.
If I trust you, which I don't...
I'd still have to trust
that motherfucker Isaac,
which I definitely do not.
When I heard about
this, um, that bullshit
that that dude,
um, Isaac has done,
I get it, man. I get it.
But what if this could all end?
And I'm not talking about
no flowers and romance shit.
I'm talking about
saving the lives of...
folks in this barroom right now.
And...
less heat from the Feds for us.
♪♪ Yeah ♪♪
♪♪ Catch me if you can ♪♪
♪♪ My, my, my ♪♪
♪♪ I'm a hungry man. ♪♪
Yo. We need to talk.
Fuck is all this about?
Look, whatever you and your
brother EZ think you're doing,
it needs to stop now.
Am I supposed to know what
the fuck you're talking about?
I was just in Santa Madre.
Do you have any idea
the damage heat can do
to a body in just 24 hours?
Can't get the
stench off my skin.
It's depressing,
what maggots can do
to somebody's husband.
Someone's brother.
Someone's son.
A little boy saw you, Angel.
You're careless.
You're always so careless.
Fuck do you know?
You don't know me.
You're right, I don't.
But I've watched you.
Looped over and over
on security footage.
Or did you not think there'd
be any fucking cameras
at the warehouse?
So why'd you set the fire?
Why'd you burn down
your brother's dream?
I'm not looking
to get you killed.
If I did, you'd already be dead.
You get Ezekiel to stop
whatever the fuck he thinks
he's doing with the fentanyl.
And I'll convince Soledad
to come back around.
EZ doesn't listen to me.
Well, there must be
someone he will listen to.
So you do your part, Angel.
Convince him.
Maybe...
maybe all the secrets
can stay safe.
My God,
Berdoo at midnight?
That ain't no fucking scenic
drive, let me tell you.
You got fucking meth heads
right there on the corner
giving out hand jobs like
it's Black fucking Friday.
Anyway,
anyway, we finally roll
up on these motherfuckers,
I shit you not,
at a motherfucking
Bunny Scoops Ice Cream, bro.
Fucking sprinkle
cones, the whole deal.
Cutest shit you
ever seen, right?
Now, most motherfuckers in
their right mind would be like,
"You know what?
I'm-a let this poor fuck
finish his cookies and cream."
Right? Nah. This motherfucker,
he lines 'em up, bro, and,
boom, blasts this fool, dude.
Spills 31 flavors all
over the concrete, man.
Fucking beautiful.
But the whole ride home?
All I can think, "I got
to get back down there.
Go get that fucking hand job."
Yo, I want to bring
something to the table.
I joined this club
for the brotherhood.
Honestly, I love
everyone at this table.
And the brothers we've
lost or are locked up
who used to sit here with us.
But I ain't no drug dealer.
Fucking fentanyl?
That shit is a fucking cancer.
We all saw what
happened with Lobo.
We all have friends and family
that we have lost to this shit.
And I am sorry, bro,
but the fucking cartel?
This shit is fucking crazy.
It has to stop.
This...
has to stop.
Alvarez dictated.
And I don't want
to lead that way.
You're right, Angel.
This shit's fucking awful.
But we are in a
war we have to win.
And there is no room for
a moral cause in war.
The most moral
thing that we can do
is annihilate those
who wish us harm.
By any means necessary.
But I leave it all up to you.
Now you see what we can do.
And know that the money in
front of you is just the start.
Fuck. I'm good.
Backing up that money truck.
You realize those have
probably been in at least,
like, a hundred strippers'
sweaty ass cracks?
God, I hope so.
I fucking hope so.
What are you thinking about
this Grim Bastards offer?
There's a chance we show up...
and the Sons back down.
Agree to peace on our terms.
And there's a chance we
show up and it's a setup.
What do you think, Bish?
You know Lucky better than I do.
He's stand-up.
Everybody knows it.
He says something,
it means something.
Trust him.
Anyone else?
If you OGs back this
dude, I trust you.
With my life.
Fuck it, I'm down for the ride.
All right.
Tonight we go to L. A.
Sweet.
Turn this shit up.
Drinks on me, baby!
- Thanks, EZ.
- How's your mom doing?
She settling in okay?
It's been an adjustment.
She's trying.
This will help a lot.
Is there an update from Creeper?
He's got a bead on it.
Says he's close, so...
whoever this rat
is, we'll get him.
Soon.
Neron, we don't
have a lot of time.
They took my badge.
I got in today on a favor,
but I don't want
to burn my friend.
Have you heard of Kevin Jimenez?
Is that the rat?
DEA agent.
His signature was on every one
of the CI's redacted case files.
What's that got to
do with the club?
He's dead.
I think whoever
protected the CI,
they wanted it buried.
And whoever else
knew along with it.
This is big, Neron.
Really.
Scary big.
So who's the fucking CI?
Who's the rat?
Tell me.
Please.
EZ Reyes.
No, it's not.
It's fucking not.
Go back. Find out who it is.
I searched through
fucking everything.
All of the CI's
redacted documents,
all of the court documents.
I went to Kevin
Jimenez's fucking widow.
And it turns out
that Jimenez and EZ
are cousins.
It's all on tape.
I heard it myself.
Why the fuck do you do it?
What?
What do you get out of...
torturing me?
I'm not trying to hurt you.
I'm just telling you the truth.
Like, think about it.
No one's released early
from a charge like that.
He went to prison
for killing a cop.
CO!
Neron...
CO!
Ready to go.
Neron, I'm sorry, I...
I don't fucking understand,
I did everything
you asked me to do.
Ready to go?
Neron, I lost my fucking job.
Fuck, Neron, I did everything
you fucking asked me to do!
Tell Smokey I need to see him.
Could've swore there was
a beer in here somewhere.
You don't like dogs?
No, they're, uh...
unpredictable.
So, what's up?
How are things with you and EZ?
I'd say that's mine
and EZ's business.
Sorry, I'm not trying
to, uh, be nosy.
No, I'm just curious.
How is my brother doing?
You should ask him.
You see him every day.
Hmm.
That thing with Lobo...
Hey.
That was fucking awful.
You saw it. I...
I don't understand
why EZ doesn't see...
You have to get him to stop.
Please.
Just... tell him
to stop all of it.
The-the-the fucking fentanyl?
Yo, EZ's gonna get us all hurt.
Even you.
What does that mean?
It means you need to
fucking get him to stop.
You should go, Angel.
I'm sorry, that...
I'm sorry.
I don't know what the
fuck I'm even doing here.
You know, I
should've just fucking burnt
all that fucking shit down.
I should've just fucking burned
all this fucking shit down, too.
- Oh, my fucking God.
- What does that mean?
What does that mean? Angel!
Knock knock.
I'd like to say
this is unexpected.
Jesus, you have a shitty view.
You don't envy my...
mediocre watercolor of some...
random marsh?
Well, I have an actual window,
so I get unobstructed views
of the Pacific over Coronado.
Well, you're an asshole.
Lincoln Potter came
to see you, I assume?
Not, uh, not Potter himself.
And what did these...
Potter-adjacent
individuals have to say?
Trust me, you
don't want to know.
Uh, I think the
fact that I'm asking
is evidence that I
indeed do want to know.
Officially, they
want to make sure
that our allocated funds
aren't being spent...
Unofficially.
They told me...
"put that bitch on a leash."
And this came from...?
As high up as can be expected.
- Ah.
- Look, I know
this makes you want
to sink your teeth...
Oh, hell yes, it does.
This means something is here.
I see that motherfucker,
and he knows it.
He's scared, and...
I just don't want a mess.
Let's be clear, Dan.
Are you asking me
not to do my job?
I wouldn't waste that breath.
But you're poking around a very
powerful, very effective...
and thus very
protected individual.
I'm not asking you
to not do your job,
just to be careful
that we keep ours.
I'm making my first move today.
Maybe it was a
misunderstanding, but...
when we discussed embarking upon
a peace treaty with Eduardo,
it did not mean
dragging a carving
knife over his jugular
in front of his
kindergarten-aged daughter.
Let me explain.
Keeping order from devolving
into chaos is complex.
It's a... It's the
Black Swan pas de deux,
not a drunken mosh pit.
We had your meeting. We sat
across from that disgusting man.
And while our palms were still
clammy from shaking his hand,
he'd already killed
one of my soldiers
and raided one of
our establishments.
Clearly as a fuck you to
me, to Miguel and you.
Oh...
you haven't told her.
Awkward.
Well, uh...
In an ironic twist, Goliath,
um, excuse me...
it was David's stone and sling
that hit your cookhouse.
What is this motherfucker
talking about?
The Mayans.
Look, we don't know for sure.
I was just following up.
Come on.
What else were you
doing with them today?
Cartel tai chi?
I was making inquiries.
To see if it was possible
they knew something.
You followed me?
I own you, Miguel.
I own you, your
mannequin family,
your little glass house.
I took it all away from you once
with a phone call, remember?
And then I built it all back
up again with another one.
Everything you
have, everything...
begins and ends with
me, motherfucker.
Do not forget that.
People who forget that suffer.
Entire families suffer.
Do you know why his
penis was so tiny?
Michelangelo's David.
A tiny penis was seen as a sign
of intellectual superiority.
They believed only, uh,
savages were well-hung.
What the fuck does that
have to do with anything?
It's just sad.
To think back then I would have
been dismissed as a barbarian.
Ah. There's some progress.
- Hi.
- Hi.
Oh, mama...
No, stop.
- Look, I'm so big.
- Oh, stop.
Girl, if I looked half as good
as you when I was pregnant,
I would have been modeling
Victoria's Secrets.
Oh, please.
You're perfect. Stop it.
- You look great.
- Thank you.
So good to see you.
Um, so... You know
what? Excuse me.
- I-I'll be right back.
- You okay?
- Yeah, yeah, okay.
- Okay.
Oh, great, thank you for coming.
Thank you so much for coming.
Hey.
Someone's gonna call the cops
if you keep having so much fun.
I'm having fun.
Honey, come on.
You're sitting here by yourself.
Exactly.
Did you know about this?
Marcus, come on.
Please don't do this.
Tessa. Santi. Let's go, huh?
Dad, no.
I said let's go.
Hey, primo, you leaving?
Hey.
I'm sorry, Obispo.
He's just not ready.
Congratulations.
Thank you.
Come on, mija.
Hurry up.
I'm sorry, but let's go.
Sorry.
Hey.
You good?
Um...
Yeah. Yeah.
Well, thank you for coming.
Wouldn't miss it.
So, are you ready?
As I'll ever be.
Richie.
Obispo, this is my son.
Richie.
Hey.
Hey.
Uh, wait here.
Your daughter's birthday?
Yeah, the youngest.
She just turned one.
Hmm.
It's a good age.
My mom said you served?
Yeah.
- You?
- Yeah.
But I'm sure she
already told you that.
She did.
- Here she is.
- Here's the little cutie.
- The little birthday monster.
- Hi.
Hi, sweetie.
- Hi.
- Here.
Take her.
Take her.
- Uh...
- Yeah.
Take her.
Here.
Hey. Oh.
Hi.
Wow, isn't she something?
Yeah, she's really something.
Whoa.
- ♪♪ God bless you American
lovers ♪♪ - [singing along]
♪♪ Holding hands in
atomic summers, yeah ♪♪
♪♪ Out here in the
middle of the forest ♪♪
♪♪ No one hears you
and no one calls us ♪♪
♪♪ Spotlight on the
sounds of glory ♪♪
♪♪ With a cool 45 and a cigarette
hanging from your lips, yeah ♪♪
♪♪ And someday, bro, you will
find the man of your dreams ♪♪
♪♪ A tall motherfucker with
diamonds and things, yeah ♪♪
♪♪ I could never call it for
you, girl, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪♪
♪♪ She goes, all my life
is a chemical dream ♪♪
♪♪ All my life is
a chemical dream ♪♪
- ♪♪ All my life is a chemical dream ♪♪
♪♪ All my life is
a chemical dream ♪♪
- ♪♪ And it's honestly ♪♪ - ♪♪
All my life is a chemical dream ♪♪
♪♪ It's all... ♪♪
You've been
served, motherfucker!
♪♪ All my life is
a chemical dream ♪♪
♪♪ All my life is
a chemical dream ♪♪
-♪♪ Yeah, I tried my best ♪♪ ♪♪
All my life is a chemical dream ♪♪
♪♪ All my life is a
chemical dream. ♪♪
This is an
interesting twist.
I got your message.
But you missed.
I don't miss.
If you weren't supposed
to be standing here,
you wouldn't be.
Who is it?
You said there was
a rat in my club.
Who is it?
I respect you going
back out on the yard.
Mayans getting pushed
out of chiva...
I ain't got no use
for you now, homie.
I ain't going nowhere, homie.
You said there was
a rat in my club.
I need to know who it is
to make it right.
When I was in High Desert,
my cousin Jay-Jay, mi primo,
was calling the
shots up in Stockton.
Took a shine to this youngster.
Brought him into
the car to program.
Then, one night, this fool...
he gets rolled up and he
disappears like a ghost.
In for murder, but suddenly
he's back on the street,
running with you guys?
When my cousin got
out, we would talk.
I'd look forward to it.
Even if he was always
crying about how hard it is.
Talking to a man doing
all day and night,
and this little bitch is crying
about trying to get
a job while on paper.
I just need to know the name.
One day,
Jay-Jay starts talking about
how he reconnected
with that homeboy,
who was doing time
for killing a cop.
Now...
he's calling shots
for the Mayans.
Jay-Jay said he had a plan.
He's gonna do right
by his old lady,
see his girls.
Was gonna press
this fool EZ Reyes.
Then... the calls stopped.
That was the last time
anyone heard from him.
One shot.
You make it,
I'll lift that green
light on you, homie.
Vargas. Visitor.
Next time.
Hey, bro.
You good, man?
You don't got to
worry about anything.
The club will continue to
put money on your books.
Sorry I haven't come out.
I know what it's like...
when they stop calling
your name for visits.
When they stop calling
your name for mail call.
Trip up to Stockton
was hard for my pop.
Yeah, it's a long way, and...
and he had the shop.
And my brother.
Well, the few times
he came out...
that meant a lot to me.
Hey. We're getting back
on top on the outside.
You're gonna feel the
impact in here soon.
All right? No more looking
over your shoulder...
"If you bleed..."
"I'll bleed beside you."
"If you tire..."
"I will carry you."
We made you a king.
And you ain't nothing
but a fucking rat.
I'm about to take this club
to heights it's never seen.
If we stop that
now, our brothers
will have died for nothing.
They've already
died for nothing.
For lies.
My life is over.
I've thrown it away
for your fucking lies.
I fucking believed in you.
Believe in me just
a little bit longer.
We are on the
verge of greatness.
This is too important.
Too many lives are at risk.
I'm gonna get word to Hank.
I'm gonna burn all
this shit down.
Sorry, brother.
Creep, get off me!
Guards!
Guards, help me!
Get off me!
Get him off me. Aah!
Get him off me!
Help me! Help me!
Get him off me!
Help me, help me! Aah!
Get him off me.
Get off him!
I didn't touch him!
I didn't touch him!
I didn't fucking touch him!
I didn't touch him!
I didn't touch him!
Tessa, take Santi inside.
Did I do something bad?
No, sweetheart.
Not at all.
Come on, Santi.
You know, I-I've...
I've given you enough time
to grieve for your old life.
But you're about to
lose your new life, too.
I won't live like this.
No.
I won't raise our
kids like this.
So it's your choice.
Look, Izzy, I'm...
So be here.
Or lose us.
Forever.
Do you have children?
Society's wired us to feel
that I'm missing
out on something,
but...
I don't think I am.
Go.
I think all you're missing
out on are sleepless nights.
Thankfully, I
still have plenty of those.
Do you regret having children?
That's a very strange
question to ask a mother.
I'm just curious. Aside
from adequate rest,
I just, I'm wondering
what it is I'm missing.
I guess maybe...
just a deep, primal love
that is completely
out of your control.
That...
That sounds more
painful than enjoyable.
Yeah. Yeah, it's terrifying.
But it's freeing
to love something so
much more than yourself.
I think motherhood is
too often thought of
as this soft thing.
No one mentions the
lengths you'll go to,
the darkness you are capable of,
to keep your child safe.
Your husband...
Is right here.
Ah, Mr. Galindo.
Your wife and child
have been graciously
keeping me company.
It was lovely...
chatting with you, Mrs. Galindo.
Emily. Please call me Emily.
Beautiful family.
Thank you. And you are...?
Patricia Devlin, Deputy
Assistant Inspector General,
Investigations Division, O.
I. G., San Diego Field Office.
Hmm.
- That's quite the title.
- Mm.
May I ask you what
brings you to my house?
Uh...
Do you happen to know...
the DOJ's monthly
spend on this property?
$36,476
and... 26 cents.
That number and a few
others have brought me here.
If you have a warrant,
I'd love to see it.
If not, maybe this
is a conversation
more suited for my attorneys...
Oh, please.
Let's sit.
Don't worry.
Your sins are out
of my jurisdiction.
I don't know how much
you know about the...
Inspector General's office,
but we only investigate...
Your own.
Well, not my own.
I don't care what badge
or nameplate you have.
If you're a bad actor,
not one of mine.
Don't get me wrong, Mr. Galindo,
I know you're a bad man.
And unlike the cynics...
I think bad men
will always fall.
And you will fall.
The best you have to hope for
is several hundred
years in prison.
But...
I believe there's
someone much worse.
And if you help
us, if you help...
enlighten us into the
special relationship
the two of you have...
then I am here to offer you
the possibility of
getting out in time...
for your son's wedding.
Is that your sales pitch?
I mean...
To offer a free man a cage?
You actually think you're free?
It'll take just one little rock
and your little glass house
will come crashing down.
A trigger is being
squeezed, Mr. Galindo.
I am here...
to give you a
chance to choose...
which side of the barrel
you want to be on.
Metaphorically
speaking, of course.
I abhor violence.
Not only the cowards like
yourself who engage in it.
But even more so
those who enable it...
and profit from it.
I see you've been careful
to not mention Lincoln
Potter by name.
Well, it appears
you knew exactly
who I was speaking about.
No need.
It's obvious...
that you are losing
your family, sir.
If anything...
I'm giving you the opportunity
to fight to keep it.
Uh, I got him, I got him.
- They here?
- Yeah.
Just, uh, brought 'em in
through the south side
of the building.
Hey.
Limit contact.
Let's make sure this
goes smooth, all right?
Hey, what's up, man?
Well...
Aren't you a tall
glass of water?
I'm sorry.
I'm being rude.
Hi, I'm Isaac.
I know who the fuck you are.
Huh.
And I know who you are, Ezekiel.
But I was not expecting
this confidence.
What is this pep
in your step, hmm?
You were on the brink of defeat.
What is up your sleeve?
What are you up to?
Besides aligning yourselves
now with those fucking pigs.
Iron War.
A house cat aligning
himself with coyotes.
See what I did there?
I called you a pussy.
All right. All right.
Thank you, everybody, for making
the trip to neutral ground.
Everybody's been patted
down for weapons.
So now let's try and reach a...
- What is it, man?
- Is that everyone?
We're prepared to
accept your full surrender.
We will continue to wear
the California patch,
and the Sons will shut down
their San Bernardino
chapter immediately...
Where's Coco?
Coco.
Hey, where's our friend?
Wasn't your fucking friend.
Is. Was. I...
Wasn't?
You fucking shot him down
in Oakland, motherfucker.
No...
We did?
Coco?
Um...
I didn't know.
All that effort for nothing.
Don't let the guilt
weigh you down.
Our lamb was
already on his path.
We're prepared to accept your full surrender.
- We will continue to wear the California patch...
- Mm-mm.
And the Sons will shut down
the San Bernardino
chapter immediately.
I was hoping to...
I was looking forward
to the reunion.
And now...
this just feels futile...
and pointless.
- We are prepared to acc...
- Stop fucking talking!
Do you realize how
boring you fucking sound?
Coco gave this to me.
And now I'll never be
able to return the favor.
We are prepared to accept
your full surrender.
We will continue to wear
the California patch.
And the Sons will shut down
the San Bernardino
chapter immediately.
What am I crashing towards?
Is it you?
Man, fuck this fucking psycho.
Stand down!
Hey. Hey! Stand down!
No violence. You
both agreed to that.
Well, I renege on my agreement.
Maybe it's the grief
talking, but...
I'm not leaving this
room until someone dies.
Come on.
Let's have some fun.
Let's beat a big fucking drum
and dance in the
streets for Coco.
Our brother is free.
Who wants to go?
- I got this.
- No, no.
- Right now.
- I got this.
For Manny. What's up?
What's up?
Did you think I was...
Fucking pussy.
Look at you guys.
Bunch of brutes.
No.
Let's fuck shit up.
Let's each appoint a
delegate from our fodder.
The best of mine against
the best of yours.
Eenie, meenie, minie...
Oh, man, I'd really love to
subvert expectations, but...
Moe.
That's it! Everybody
out. Everybody out! Now!
Each of you agreed
to no violence.
One second, Lucky.
When I said I'd bleed
for you, I meant it.
EZ...
What the fuck are you doing?
EZ.
Fuck.
Get his ass!
Get the fuck up!
- Let's go.
- Come on, EZ.
Yeah. Get him. Get him!
EZ, man, get up. Man, get up!
EZ, get up!
- Fuck this motherfucker!
- Get up. Fuck.
Oh...
- Get up, bro.
- Let's go!
- Get up, EZ.
- Get up, EZ.
- Come on.
- Get up.
Get up!
- EZ, let's go.
- EZ, get up.
Let's go, EZ.
Get up, EZ!
- Come on, EZ.
- Come on.
Don't give up. Come on!
- Let's go.
- Let's go.
- Get up!
- Let's go!
Come on, get up.
- Get up.
- Come on, EZ.
EZ, let's go!
Yeah. Get him! Kill him!
Kill him! Fuck yeah!
There's your blood,
motherfucker.
We are prepared to accept
your full surrender.
We will continue to wear
the California patch.
It is you.
The Sons will shut down
their San Bernardino chapters
immediately.
We're prepared to accept
your full surrender.
We will continue to wear
the California patch,
and the Sons will close down
their San Bernardino chapter
immediately.
♪♪ I needed more ♪♪
♪♪ Needed you ♪♪
♪♪ To be ♪♪
♪♪ With me ♪♪
♪♪ I wrote it out ♪♪
♪♪ Wrote it out ♪♪
♪♪ So you ♪♪
♪♪ Might stay ♪♪
♪♪ I wrote it out ♪♪
♪♪ Wrote it down ♪♪
♪♪ So we ♪♪
♪♪ Could play ♪♪
♪♪ There in your eyes ♪♪
♪♪ How many times ♪♪
♪♪ Can a heart ♪♪
♪♪ Go back? ♪♪
♪♪ We took the life ♪♪
♪♪ That we made ♪♪
♪♪ We put it all ♪♪
♪♪ On track ♪♪
♪♪ For everyone ♪♪
♪♪ Else to see ♪♪
♪♪ Bigger than ♪♪
♪♪ Ourselves ♪♪
♪♪ Made it all ♪♪
♪♪ Did the dance ♪♪
♪♪ Came out through ♪♪
♪♪ This hell. ♪♪
We need to talk
about your brother.
He said...
some things.
Hey, Lou.
Hey, now this is
a fucking Mayan!
Fuck yeah!
EZ! EZ! EZ! EZ!
EZ! EZ! EZ!
EZ! EZ! EZ!
EZ! EZ! EZ! EZ!
Little butterfly told me
how to find your nest.
Mmm.
Mmm. You really do
look so much like him.
Wow. Maybe not the...
Roman, protruding
nose, but...
the eyes.
They don't lie.
Your father took
something from me.
If you want it back...
you're gonna have to
do something for me.
Hmm?
♪♪ It's been a long
and twisted highway ♪♪
♪♪ Through so many
setting suns ♪♪
♪♪ And, oh, my fingers,
how they bled ♪♪
♪♪ From gripping
on for so long ♪♪
♪♪ And then I let my
spirit fly away ♪♪
♪♪ Oh, to see from a
different point of view ♪♪
♪♪ And then I gazed
and I was so amazed ♪♪
♪♪ Oh, I've been so blind ♪♪
♪♪ I could not see what
was right in front of me ♪♪
♪♪ Can you hear my heartbeat? ♪♪
♪♪ It pounds on... ♪♪
---
Aah!
Only reason you're
still here, dawg,
'cause I covered for you and
your Meth Mountain bullshit.
Amigo.
Amigos.
When I spoke to Creep, someone
told him inside we have a rat.
And I
want you to win here, EZ.
I'm looking
for Kevin Jimenez.
I called every day
for three years
trying to get someone
to talk to me.
I think that he was involved
with some bad people.
This is war.
We may never
know who's responsible,
- so let me talk with Eduardo.
- No.
We have found some
inconsistencies
in your accounting.
It would be a pity
for everything we've worked for
to end up... flushed.
Did you just threaten me?
Oh, golly, no.
- We can't stay.
- Oh, my God.
- You don't understand. That guy...
- Butterfly?
You're scared of
some dirty hippie
- named Butterfly?
- Listen, if he's here, then
- that means I'm not here.
- Fuck Meth Mountain.
I ain't scared of
those motherfuckers.
If your brothers hadn't
tried to murder mine
that day, we wouldn't be here
right now having this
fascinating discussion.
I hope you have baking soda.
♪♪ The funny thing
she said to me ♪♪
♪♪ "I could see you
giving me a child" ♪♪
♪♪ But your roaming eye... ♪♪
♪♪ You're gonna give
them what is mine ♪♪
♪♪ How you come with the day ♪♪
♪♪ And you leave
with the night ♪♪
♪♪ Yeah, your lips
taste like honey... ♪♪
You okay?! You okay?!
♪♪ But I know you, you're
drinking wine... ♪♪
Yeah, baby.
Fuck yeah.
No, no, no, no!
Hey, hey, hey,
hey! Hey, hey, hey.
No, no. No, no. No, no,
no, no, no! Hey, hey...
Call an ambulance!
Call a fucking ambulance!
Put your hands up!
Fucking hands up!
I didn't realize Charming's
puppet strings were this long.
We ain't nobody's puppet club.
Just here out of respect,
to have a conversation.
Heard the Mayans were getting
out of the distro business.
Running a new game.
All right. You right, you right,
that's... that
ain't why I'm here.
Well, let's get to the part
where you say why you are here.
Okay.
This war that you in.
It's killing the culture, man.
If you're not a puppet, why
you here on their business?
Grim Bastards are
my only business.
Dead Sons, dead Mayans...
Don't make me no difference.
But now
you're bringing heat
on the rest of us.
I mean, leaving
bodies on the freeway.
Shooting up each other in
the hospital. I mean...
I mean, y'all motherfuckers
can't stay off the 6:00 news.
Y-You just begging
for a RICO case.
No one's knocked on my door.
You don't get
it, son.
The Feds don't come to you
unless they know they got you.
They are building a case.
And they do not lose.
I do not lose... son.
Now, this war
didn't end too well
for the Mayans the last time.
Well, it's a different
club, isn't it?
Dead weight's gone.
And we do not bend.
We do not surrender.
Mm.
You know, the Mayans and
the Bastards have a, um...
deep, deep history.
Our clubs have history.
You and I don't.
So tell me what
the fuck you want.
All right.
We will facilitate...
peace talks on neutral ground.
Delegates from the Mayans,
delegates from the Sons.
No bullshit. No bloodshed.
If I trust you, which I don't...
I'd still have to trust
that motherfucker Isaac,
which I definitely do not.
When I heard about
this, um, that bullshit
that that dude,
um, Isaac has done,
I get it, man. I get it.
But what if this could all end?
And I'm not talking about
no flowers and romance shit.
I'm talking about
saving the lives of...
folks in this barroom right now.
And...
less heat from the Feds for us.
♪♪ Yeah ♪♪
♪♪ Catch me if you can ♪♪
♪♪ My, my, my ♪♪
♪♪ I'm a hungry man. ♪♪
Yo. We need to talk.
Fuck is all this about?
Look, whatever you and your
brother EZ think you're doing,
it needs to stop now.
Am I supposed to know what
the fuck you're talking about?
I was just in Santa Madre.
Do you have any idea
the damage heat can do
to a body in just 24 hours?
Can't get the
stench off my skin.
It's depressing,
what maggots can do
to somebody's husband.
Someone's brother.
Someone's son.
A little boy saw you, Angel.
You're careless.
You're always so careless.
Fuck do you know?
You don't know me.
You're right, I don't.
But I've watched you.
Looped over and over
on security footage.
Or did you not think there'd
be any fucking cameras
at the warehouse?
So why'd you set the fire?
Why'd you burn down
your brother's dream?
I'm not looking
to get you killed.
If I did, you'd already be dead.
You get Ezekiel to stop
whatever the fuck he thinks
he's doing with the fentanyl.
And I'll convince Soledad
to come back around.
EZ doesn't listen to me.
Well, there must be
someone he will listen to.
So you do your part, Angel.
Convince him.
Maybe...
maybe all the secrets
can stay safe.
My God,
Berdoo at midnight?
That ain't no fucking scenic
drive, let me tell you.
You got fucking meth heads
right there on the corner
giving out hand jobs like
it's Black fucking Friday.
Anyway,
anyway, we finally roll
up on these motherfuckers,
I shit you not,
at a motherfucking
Bunny Scoops Ice Cream, bro.
Fucking sprinkle
cones, the whole deal.
Cutest shit you
ever seen, right?
Now, most motherfuckers in
their right mind would be like,
"You know what?
I'm-a let this poor fuck
finish his cookies and cream."
Right? Nah. This motherfucker,
he lines 'em up, bro, and,
boom, blasts this fool, dude.
Spills 31 flavors all
over the concrete, man.
Fucking beautiful.
But the whole ride home?
All I can think, "I got
to get back down there.
Go get that fucking hand job."
Yo, I want to bring
something to the table.
I joined this club
for the brotherhood.
Honestly, I love
everyone at this table.
And the brothers we've
lost or are locked up
who used to sit here with us.
But I ain't no drug dealer.
Fucking fentanyl?
That shit is a fucking cancer.
We all saw what
happened with Lobo.
We all have friends and family
that we have lost to this shit.
And I am sorry, bro,
but the fucking cartel?
This shit is fucking crazy.
It has to stop.
This...
has to stop.
Alvarez dictated.
And I don't want
to lead that way.
You're right, Angel.
This shit's fucking awful.
But we are in a
war we have to win.
And there is no room for
a moral cause in war.
The most moral
thing that we can do
is annihilate those
who wish us harm.
By any means necessary.
But I leave it all up to you.
Now you see what we can do.
And know that the money in
front of you is just the start.
Fuck. I'm good.
Backing up that money truck.
You realize those have
probably been in at least,
like, a hundred strippers'
sweaty ass cracks?
God, I hope so.
I fucking hope so.
What are you thinking about
this Grim Bastards offer?
There's a chance we show up...
and the Sons back down.
Agree to peace on our terms.
And there's a chance we
show up and it's a setup.
What do you think, Bish?
You know Lucky better than I do.
He's stand-up.
Everybody knows it.
He says something,
it means something.
Trust him.
Anyone else?
If you OGs back this
dude, I trust you.
With my life.
Fuck it, I'm down for the ride.
All right.
Tonight we go to L. A.
Sweet.
Turn this shit up.
Drinks on me, baby!
- Thanks, EZ.
- How's your mom doing?
She settling in okay?
It's been an adjustment.
She's trying.
This will help a lot.
Is there an update from Creeper?
He's got a bead on it.
Says he's close, so...
whoever this rat
is, we'll get him.
Soon.
Neron, we don't
have a lot of time.
They took my badge.
I got in today on a favor,
but I don't want
to burn my friend.
Have you heard of Kevin Jimenez?
Is that the rat?
DEA agent.
His signature was on every one
of the CI's redacted case files.
What's that got to
do with the club?
He's dead.
I think whoever
protected the CI,
they wanted it buried.
And whoever else
knew along with it.
This is big, Neron.
Really.
Scary big.
So who's the fucking CI?
Who's the rat?
Tell me.
Please.
EZ Reyes.
No, it's not.
It's fucking not.
Go back. Find out who it is.
I searched through
fucking everything.
All of the CI's
redacted documents,
all of the court documents.
I went to Kevin
Jimenez's fucking widow.
And it turns out
that Jimenez and EZ
are cousins.
It's all on tape.
I heard it myself.
Why the fuck do you do it?
What?
What do you get out of...
torturing me?
I'm not trying to hurt you.
I'm just telling you the truth.
Like, think about it.
No one's released early
from a charge like that.
He went to prison
for killing a cop.
CO!
Neron...
CO!
Ready to go.
Neron, I'm sorry, I...
I don't fucking understand,
I did everything
you asked me to do.
Ready to go?
Neron, I lost my fucking job.
Fuck, Neron, I did everything
you fucking asked me to do!
Tell Smokey I need to see him.
Could've swore there was
a beer in here somewhere.
You don't like dogs?
No, they're, uh...
unpredictable.
So, what's up?
How are things with you and EZ?
I'd say that's mine
and EZ's business.
Sorry, I'm not trying
to, uh, be nosy.
No, I'm just curious.
How is my brother doing?
You should ask him.
You see him every day.
Hmm.
That thing with Lobo...
Hey.
That was fucking awful.
You saw it. I...
I don't understand
why EZ doesn't see...
You have to get him to stop.
Please.
Just... tell him
to stop all of it.
The-the-the fucking fentanyl?
Yo, EZ's gonna get us all hurt.
Even you.
What does that mean?
It means you need to
fucking get him to stop.
You should go, Angel.
I'm sorry, that...
I'm sorry.
I don't know what the
fuck I'm even doing here.
You know, I
should've just fucking burnt
all that fucking shit down.
I should've just fucking burned
all this fucking shit down, too.
- Oh, my fucking God.
- What does that mean?
What does that mean? Angel!
Knock knock.
I'd like to say
this is unexpected.
Jesus, you have a shitty view.
You don't envy my...
mediocre watercolor of some...
random marsh?
Well, I have an actual window,
so I get unobstructed views
of the Pacific over Coronado.
Well, you're an asshole.
Lincoln Potter came
to see you, I assume?
Not, uh, not Potter himself.
And what did these...
Potter-adjacent
individuals have to say?
Trust me, you
don't want to know.
Uh, I think the
fact that I'm asking
is evidence that I
indeed do want to know.
Officially, they
want to make sure
that our allocated funds
aren't being spent...
Unofficially.
They told me...
"put that bitch on a leash."
And this came from...?
As high up as can be expected.
- Ah.
- Look, I know
this makes you want
to sink your teeth...
Oh, hell yes, it does.
This means something is here.
I see that motherfucker,
and he knows it.
He's scared, and...
I just don't want a mess.
Let's be clear, Dan.
Are you asking me
not to do my job?
I wouldn't waste that breath.
But you're poking around a very
powerful, very effective...
and thus very
protected individual.
I'm not asking you
to not do your job,
just to be careful
that we keep ours.
I'm making my first move today.
Maybe it was a
misunderstanding, but...
when we discussed embarking upon
a peace treaty with Eduardo,
it did not mean
dragging a carving
knife over his jugular
in front of his
kindergarten-aged daughter.
Let me explain.
Keeping order from devolving
into chaos is complex.
It's a... It's the
Black Swan pas de deux,
not a drunken mosh pit.
We had your meeting. We sat
across from that disgusting man.
And while our palms were still
clammy from shaking his hand,
he'd already killed
one of my soldiers
and raided one of
our establishments.
Clearly as a fuck you to
me, to Miguel and you.
Oh...
you haven't told her.
Awkward.
Well, uh...
In an ironic twist, Goliath,
um, excuse me...
it was David's stone and sling
that hit your cookhouse.
What is this motherfucker
talking about?
The Mayans.
Look, we don't know for sure.
I was just following up.
Come on.
What else were you
doing with them today?
Cartel tai chi?
I was making inquiries.
To see if it was possible
they knew something.
You followed me?
I own you, Miguel.
I own you, your
mannequin family,
your little glass house.
I took it all away from you once
with a phone call, remember?
And then I built it all back
up again with another one.
Everything you
have, everything...
begins and ends with
me, motherfucker.
Do not forget that.
People who forget that suffer.
Entire families suffer.
Do you know why his
penis was so tiny?
Michelangelo's David.
A tiny penis was seen as a sign
of intellectual superiority.
They believed only, uh,
savages were well-hung.
What the fuck does that
have to do with anything?
It's just sad.
To think back then I would have
been dismissed as a barbarian.
Ah. There's some progress.
- Hi.
- Hi.
Oh, mama...
No, stop.
- Look, I'm so big.
- Oh, stop.
Girl, if I looked half as good
as you when I was pregnant,
I would have been modeling
Victoria's Secrets.
Oh, please.
You're perfect. Stop it.
- You look great.
- Thank you.
So good to see you.
Um, so... You know
what? Excuse me.
- I-I'll be right back.
- You okay?
- Yeah, yeah, okay.
- Okay.
Oh, great, thank you for coming.
Thank you so much for coming.
Hey.
Someone's gonna call the cops
if you keep having so much fun.
I'm having fun.
Honey, come on.
You're sitting here by yourself.
Exactly.
Did you know about this?
Marcus, come on.
Please don't do this.
Tessa. Santi. Let's go, huh?
Dad, no.
I said let's go.
Hey, primo, you leaving?
Hey.
I'm sorry, Obispo.
He's just not ready.
Congratulations.
Thank you.
Come on, mija.
Hurry up.
I'm sorry, but let's go.
Sorry.
Hey.
You good?
Um...
Yeah. Yeah.
Well, thank you for coming.
Wouldn't miss it.
So, are you ready?
As I'll ever be.
Richie.
Obispo, this is my son.
Richie.
Hey.
Hey.
Uh, wait here.
Your daughter's birthday?
Yeah, the youngest.
She just turned one.
Hmm.
It's a good age.
My mom said you served?
Yeah.
- You?
- Yeah.
But I'm sure she
already told you that.
She did.
- Here she is.
- Here's the little cutie.
- The little birthday monster.
- Hi.
Hi, sweetie.
- Hi.
- Here.
Take her.
Take her.
- Uh...
- Yeah.
Take her.
Here.
Hey. Oh.
Hi.
Wow, isn't she something?
Yeah, she's really something.
Whoa.
- ♪♪ God bless you American
lovers ♪♪ - [singing along]
♪♪ Holding hands in
atomic summers, yeah ♪♪
♪♪ Out here in the
middle of the forest ♪♪
♪♪ No one hears you
and no one calls us ♪♪
♪♪ Spotlight on the
sounds of glory ♪♪
♪♪ With a cool 45 and a cigarette
hanging from your lips, yeah ♪♪
♪♪ And someday, bro, you will
find the man of your dreams ♪♪
♪♪ A tall motherfucker with
diamonds and things, yeah ♪♪
♪♪ I could never call it for
you, girl, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪♪
♪♪ She goes, all my life
is a chemical dream ♪♪
♪♪ All my life is
a chemical dream ♪♪
- ♪♪ All my life is a chemical dream ♪♪
♪♪ All my life is
a chemical dream ♪♪
- ♪♪ And it's honestly ♪♪ - ♪♪
All my life is a chemical dream ♪♪
♪♪ It's all... ♪♪
You've been
served, motherfucker!
♪♪ All my life is
a chemical dream ♪♪
♪♪ All my life is
a chemical dream ♪♪
-♪♪ Yeah, I tried my best ♪♪ ♪♪
All my life is a chemical dream ♪♪
♪♪ All my life is a
chemical dream. ♪♪
This is an
interesting twist.
I got your message.
But you missed.
I don't miss.
If you weren't supposed
to be standing here,
you wouldn't be.
Who is it?
You said there was
a rat in my club.
Who is it?
I respect you going
back out on the yard.
Mayans getting pushed
out of chiva...
I ain't got no use
for you now, homie.
I ain't going nowhere, homie.
You said there was
a rat in my club.
I need to know who it is
to make it right.
When I was in High Desert,
my cousin Jay-Jay, mi primo,
was calling the
shots up in Stockton.
Took a shine to this youngster.
Brought him into
the car to program.
Then, one night, this fool...
he gets rolled up and he
disappears like a ghost.
In for murder, but suddenly
he's back on the street,
running with you guys?
When my cousin got
out, we would talk.
I'd look forward to it.
Even if he was always
crying about how hard it is.
Talking to a man doing
all day and night,
and this little bitch is crying
about trying to get
a job while on paper.
I just need to know the name.
One day,
Jay-Jay starts talking about
how he reconnected
with that homeboy,
who was doing time
for killing a cop.
Now...
he's calling shots
for the Mayans.
Jay-Jay said he had a plan.
He's gonna do right
by his old lady,
see his girls.
Was gonna press
this fool EZ Reyes.
Then... the calls stopped.
That was the last time
anyone heard from him.
One shot.
You make it,
I'll lift that green
light on you, homie.
Vargas. Visitor.
Next time.
Hey, bro.
You good, man?
You don't got to
worry about anything.
The club will continue to
put money on your books.
Sorry I haven't come out.
I know what it's like...
when they stop calling
your name for visits.
When they stop calling
your name for mail call.
Trip up to Stockton
was hard for my pop.
Yeah, it's a long way, and...
and he had the shop.
And my brother.
Well, the few times
he came out...
that meant a lot to me.
Hey. We're getting back
on top on the outside.
You're gonna feel the
impact in here soon.
All right? No more looking
over your shoulder...
"If you bleed..."
"I'll bleed beside you."
"If you tire..."
"I will carry you."
We made you a king.
And you ain't nothing
but a fucking rat.
I'm about to take this club
to heights it's never seen.
If we stop that
now, our brothers
will have died for nothing.
They've already
died for nothing.
For lies.
My life is over.
I've thrown it away
for your fucking lies.
I fucking believed in you.
Believe in me just
a little bit longer.
We are on the
verge of greatness.
This is too important.
Too many lives are at risk.
I'm gonna get word to Hank.
I'm gonna burn all
this shit down.
Sorry, brother.
Creep, get off me!
Guards!
Guards, help me!
Get off me!
Get him off me. Aah!
Get him off me!
Help me! Help me!
Get him off me!
Help me, help me! Aah!
Get him off me.
Get off him!
I didn't touch him!
I didn't touch him!
I didn't fucking touch him!
I didn't touch him!
I didn't touch him!
Tessa, take Santi inside.
Did I do something bad?
No, sweetheart.
Not at all.
Come on, Santi.
You know, I-I've...
I've given you enough time
to grieve for your old life.
But you're about to
lose your new life, too.
I won't live like this.
No.
I won't raise our
kids like this.
So it's your choice.
Look, Izzy, I'm...
So be here.
Or lose us.
Forever.
Do you have children?
Society's wired us to feel
that I'm missing
out on something,
but...
I don't think I am.
Go.
I think all you're missing
out on are sleepless nights.
Thankfully, I
still have plenty of those.
Do you regret having children?
That's a very strange
question to ask a mother.
I'm just curious. Aside
from adequate rest,
I just, I'm wondering
what it is I'm missing.
I guess maybe...
just a deep, primal love
that is completely
out of your control.
That...
That sounds more
painful than enjoyable.
Yeah. Yeah, it's terrifying.
But it's freeing
to love something so
much more than yourself.
I think motherhood is
too often thought of
as this soft thing.
No one mentions the
lengths you'll go to,
the darkness you are capable of,
to keep your child safe.
Your husband...
Is right here.
Ah, Mr. Galindo.
Your wife and child
have been graciously
keeping me company.
It was lovely...
chatting with you, Mrs. Galindo.
Emily. Please call me Emily.
Beautiful family.
Thank you. And you are...?
Patricia Devlin, Deputy
Assistant Inspector General,
Investigations Division, O.
I. G., San Diego Field Office.
Hmm.
- That's quite the title.
- Mm.
May I ask you what
brings you to my house?
Uh...
Do you happen to know...
the DOJ's monthly
spend on this property?
$36,476
and... 26 cents.
That number and a few
others have brought me here.
If you have a warrant,
I'd love to see it.
If not, maybe this
is a conversation
more suited for my attorneys...
Oh, please.
Let's sit.
Don't worry.
Your sins are out
of my jurisdiction.
I don't know how much
you know about the...
Inspector General's office,
but we only investigate...
Your own.
Well, not my own.
I don't care what badge
or nameplate you have.
If you're a bad actor,
not one of mine.
Don't get me wrong, Mr. Galindo,
I know you're a bad man.
And unlike the cynics...
I think bad men
will always fall.
And you will fall.
The best you have to hope for
is several hundred
years in prison.
But...
I believe there's
someone much worse.
And if you help
us, if you help...
enlighten us into the
special relationship
the two of you have...
then I am here to offer you
the possibility of
getting out in time...
for your son's wedding.
Is that your sales pitch?
I mean...
To offer a free man a cage?
You actually think you're free?
It'll take just one little rock
and your little glass house
will come crashing down.
A trigger is being
squeezed, Mr. Galindo.
I am here...
to give you a
chance to choose...
which side of the barrel
you want to be on.
Metaphorically
speaking, of course.
I abhor violence.
Not only the cowards like
yourself who engage in it.
But even more so
those who enable it...
and profit from it.
I see you've been careful
to not mention Lincoln
Potter by name.
Well, it appears
you knew exactly
who I was speaking about.
No need.
It's obvious...
that you are losing
your family, sir.
If anything...
I'm giving you the opportunity
to fight to keep it.
Uh, I got him, I got him.
- They here?
- Yeah.
Just, uh, brought 'em in
through the south side
of the building.
Hey.
Limit contact.
Let's make sure this
goes smooth, all right?
Hey, what's up, man?
Well...
Aren't you a tall
glass of water?
I'm sorry.
I'm being rude.
Hi, I'm Isaac.
I know who the fuck you are.
Huh.
And I know who you are, Ezekiel.
But I was not expecting
this confidence.
What is this pep
in your step, hmm?
You were on the brink of defeat.
What is up your sleeve?
What are you up to?
Besides aligning yourselves
now with those fucking pigs.
Iron War.
A house cat aligning
himself with coyotes.
See what I did there?
I called you a pussy.
All right. All right.
Thank you, everybody, for making
the trip to neutral ground.
Everybody's been patted
down for weapons.
So now let's try and reach a...
- What is it, man?
- Is that everyone?
We're prepared to
accept your full surrender.
We will continue to wear
the California patch,
and the Sons will shut down
their San Bernardino
chapter immediately...
Where's Coco?
Coco.
Hey, where's our friend?
Wasn't your fucking friend.
Is. Was. I...
Wasn't?
You fucking shot him down
in Oakland, motherfucker.
No...
We did?
Coco?
Um...
I didn't know.
All that effort for nothing.
Don't let the guilt
weigh you down.
Our lamb was
already on his path.
We're prepared to accept your full surrender.
- We will continue to wear the California patch...
- Mm-mm.
And the Sons will shut down
the San Bernardino
chapter immediately.
I was hoping to...
I was looking forward
to the reunion.
And now...
this just feels futile...
and pointless.
- We are prepared to acc...
- Stop fucking talking!
Do you realize how
boring you fucking sound?
Coco gave this to me.
And now I'll never be
able to return the favor.
We are prepared to accept
your full surrender.
We will continue to wear
the California patch.
And the Sons will shut down
the San Bernardino
chapter immediately.
What am I crashing towards?
Is it you?
Man, fuck this fucking psycho.
Stand down!
Hey. Hey! Stand down!
No violence. You
both agreed to that.
Well, I renege on my agreement.
Maybe it's the grief
talking, but...
I'm not leaving this
room until someone dies.
Come on.
Let's have some fun.
Let's beat a big fucking drum
and dance in the
streets for Coco.
Our brother is free.
Who wants to go?
- I got this.
- No, no.
- Right now.
- I got this.
For Manny. What's up?
What's up?
Did you think I was...
Fucking pussy.
Look at you guys.
Bunch of brutes.
No.
Let's fuck shit up.
Let's each appoint a
delegate from our fodder.
The best of mine against
the best of yours.
Eenie, meenie, minie...
Oh, man, I'd really love to
subvert expectations, but...
Moe.
That's it! Everybody
out. Everybody out! Now!
Each of you agreed
to no violence.
One second, Lucky.
When I said I'd bleed
for you, I meant it.
EZ...
What the fuck are you doing?
EZ.
Fuck.
Get his ass!
Get the fuck up!
- Let's go.
- Come on, EZ.
Yeah. Get him. Get him!
EZ, man, get up. Man, get up!
EZ, get up!
- Fuck this motherfucker!
- Get up. Fuck.
Oh...
- Get up, bro.
- Let's go!
- Get up, EZ.
- Get up, EZ.
- Come on.
- Get up.
Get up!
- EZ, let's go.
- EZ, get up.
Let's go, EZ.
Get up, EZ!
- Come on, EZ.
- Come on.
Don't give up. Come on!
- Let's go.
- Let's go.
- Get up!
- Let's go!
Come on, get up.
- Get up.
- Come on, EZ.
EZ, let's go!
Yeah. Get him! Kill him!
Kill him! Fuck yeah!
There's your blood,
motherfucker.
We are prepared to accept
your full surrender.
We will continue to wear
the California patch.
It is you.
The Sons will shut down
their San Bernardino chapters
immediately.
We're prepared to accept
your full surrender.
We will continue to wear
the California patch,
and the Sons will close down
their San Bernardino chapter
immediately.
♪♪ I needed more ♪♪
♪♪ Needed you ♪♪
♪♪ To be ♪♪
♪♪ With me ♪♪
♪♪ I wrote it out ♪♪
♪♪ Wrote it out ♪♪
♪♪ So you ♪♪
♪♪ Might stay ♪♪
♪♪ I wrote it out ♪♪
♪♪ Wrote it down ♪♪
♪♪ So we ♪♪
♪♪ Could play ♪♪
♪♪ There in your eyes ♪♪
♪♪ How many times ♪♪
♪♪ Can a heart ♪♪
♪♪ Go back? ♪♪
♪♪ We took the life ♪♪
♪♪ That we made ♪♪
♪♪ We put it all ♪♪
♪♪ On track ♪♪
♪♪ For everyone ♪♪
♪♪ Else to see ♪♪
♪♪ Bigger than ♪♪
♪♪ Ourselves ♪♪
♪♪ Made it all ♪♪
♪♪ Did the dance ♪♪
♪♪ Came out through ♪♪
♪♪ This hell. ♪♪
We need to talk
about your brother.
He said...
some things.
Hey, Lou.
Hey, now this is
a fucking Mayan!
Fuck yeah!
EZ! EZ! EZ! EZ!
EZ! EZ! EZ!
EZ! EZ! EZ!
EZ! EZ! EZ! EZ!
Little butterfly told me
how to find your nest.
Mmm.
Mmm. You really do
look so much like him.
Wow. Maybe not the...
Roman, protruding
nose, but...
the eyes.
They don't lie.
Your father took
something from me.
If you want it back...
you're gonna have to
do something for me.
Hmm?
♪♪ It's been a long
and twisted highway ♪♪
♪♪ Through so many
setting suns ♪♪
♪♪ And, oh, my fingers,
how they bled ♪♪
♪♪ From gripping
on for so long ♪♪
♪♪ And then I let my
spirit fly away ♪♪
♪♪ Oh, to see from a
different point of view ♪♪
♪♪ And then I gazed
and I was so amazed ♪♪
♪♪ Oh, I've been so blind ♪♪
♪♪ I could not see what
was right in front of me ♪♪
♪♪ Can you hear my heartbeat? ♪♪
♪♪ It pounds on... ♪♪