Mayans M.C. (2018–…): Season 1, Episode 1 - Perro/Oc - full transcript
EZ's fate is in flux as the M.C. and the cartel find a common adversary.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
- Hola.
- Hola, buenos días.
♪ ♪
One.
4-9-2-4.
Four...
99.
- 90.
- Yep.
98.
92.
- Creeper.
- Jefe.
♪ ♪
Shit.
Up almost 60%.
God bless the AMA.
I gotta add a body to this run.
We finished fitting
out the prospect?
Yeah. It all checks out.
Cop ended up being dirty.
DA shaved off six years.
Did his probie
time in Hollister.
No red flags.
I like the kid. He's smart.
Angel.
Where's your prospect?
He went to see our old man.
Need him on this Vegas run.
Protection?
Think he's ready?
Yeah.
Good.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
Eyes front, Miss Thomas.
Oh, my God.
- When did you...
- I had a break before finals.
I missed you so fucking much.
- A few more weeks, baby.
- I know.
I cannot wait to
get out of here.
♪ ♪
De nada.
Jiménez.
Longest fucking short
stories I ever read.
His poems are my favorite.
Gracias, Pop.
Yeah.
Time to go, Prospect.
I got him, Pop.
Getting called up, carnan.
Need you on this Vegas run.
Dresses?
- You good with that?
- Yeah.
Whatever the club needs.
Yo, he ever talk to you?
About Mom or any of that?
No. Not really.
Has he with you?
Baseball.
That's the only thing
we ever talk about.
For eight years, not
a word about that day.
♪ ♪
♪ I'm gonna put on my dress ♪
♪ With those pits
up both the sides ♪
♪ With that tight, thin waist ♪
♪ And that low neckline ♪
♪ Lord, I'm going to the party ♪
♪ Gonna have some fun ♪
♪ Gonna shake and shout ♪
Turn it up, Creep.
Yep.
♪ If you wanna keep your man ♪
♪ I'll be at my best ♪
♪ When I put on
my soulful dress ♪
♪ ♪
♪ I'm gonna put on my dress ♪
♪ That hits me way
above my knees ♪
♪ With that V-cut back ♪
♪ Spaghetti straps
instead of sleeves ♪
♪ Lord, I'm going to the party ♪
♪ Uhh, looking good ♪
♪ I'm gonna shake everybody ♪
♪ Like I knew I would ♪
♪ Don't you girls go
a-getting jealous ♪
♪ If I round up
all your fellas ♪
♪ 'Cause I'll be at my best ♪
♪ When I put on
my soulful dress ♪
♪ Now watch out there, boy ♪
♪ ♪
What the fuck is this guy doing?
What is that? Shit! shit!
Shit!
Agh!
Blow out the window,
can't see shit...
- Shit!
- Eyes!
- Come on!
- Don't move.
- You okay?
- Yeah, I'm all right.
Shit. Agh.
Fuck.
Ah!
Creeper!
Madre de Dios...
I'll blow his fucking head off!
Do you know whose
shit you're jacking here,
Mr. Spooky?
The Galindo Cartel.
They will hunt you down.
Chop off your fucking heads
and give 'em to your
kids for Christmas.
Kneel! Knees!
Knees!
I'll blow his head off!
Let's go! Move it!
Move it!
Take all of them.
Hurry! Before it blows!
That's it.
Come on.
Riz.
Shit.
I got you, brother.
Fuck.
Come on.
Riz!
Okay.
Come on!
Go, go, go.
Get him up. Let's go.
I'm all right.
♪ ♪
Fuck.
♪ ♪
♪ Mother of exiles ♪
♪ The torch of hope ♪
♪ In the toss of the tempest ♪
♪ Threw us medicine's rope ♪
♪ But the brazen giant ♪
♪ With limbs astride ♪
♪ Blocks the golden door ♪
♪ To the US of lies ♪
♪ Screaming ♪
♪ Damn your huddled masses ♪
♪ Scrub our floors ♪
♪ Cut our grasses ♪
♪ I am a wolf ♪
♪ A wild cur ♪
♪ Cut from the pack ♪
♪ With blood on my fur ♪
♪ Every howl ♪
♪ Marks the dead ♪
♪ 'Cause a beaten dog ♪
♪ Never forgets ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Never forgets ♪
♪ ♪
There.
So who was it?
Don't know.
They were pros.
Well.
At least we didn't lose
2.4 million in product
to a bunch of amateurs.
They ambushed us.
Sir.
Came out of nowhere.
We change route...
vehicle...
time and day...
every run is different.
So...
they came out of somewhere,
and someone gave
them the details.
No one in my club.
Implying I'm the
one foolish enough...
to employ a traitor?
Hmm.
The guy holding Gilly
was dark-skinned.
Ink on his arm.
It looked like, uh...
tribal letters.
B-T-T.
He remembers shit.
Had guns at our heads.
Who knows what the hell he saw?
The prospect.
B-T-T. Base Town Tribe.
Samoan gang out
of San Bernardino.
Didn't some of them
do time killing Haji?
Fallujah. Rival company
and crazy as fuck.
Tribe moves a little
weed and pussy but...
jumping us for chiva
makes no sense.
They gotta be hired guns. - Yes.
But for whom?
Bring me the shot caller.
We'll get the truth.
We're not your muscle.
Your mercs can track
down the Samoan.
But your job was to
protect my shipment.
You failed to do that.
Now the Chinese are out 12 keys.
Running protection for other
buyers was never our deal.
Told Alvarez we'd cover you
till you had the manpower
north of the fence.
The only fucking
reason we're doing it
- is to help you out.
- No.
The only fucking
reason you're doing it
is because I pay
you a lot of money.
Now you and your club
are responsible for the loss.
That's the way it
works, El Presidente.
So...
if there's not a
forthright Samoan
in my church pew by
end of day tomorrow,
I'm afraid it will have to
be a Mayan in his place.
You don't speak
unless we tell you to.
I don't give a shit
what you remember.
Educate your prospect.
Take Creeper to the dock.
Hurry back. El
Padrino's on his way.
Okay.
Padrino. Godfather.
Alvarez.
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This...
Right there.
Ugh.
What's he saying?
Tell him I'm an LA Mexican.
Make sure he knows
what the hell he's doing.
Agh.
Jesus.
Always got to make
it weird, don't you?
What?
What are you guys talking about?
What's weird?
Huh? What's he saying?
Why are they laughing? What?
When you guys coming back?
Angel. Guys.
Guys!
Hola.
♪ ♪
Stay close.
Won't be long.
♪ ♪
Gracias.
De nada.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
Hey.
Ready to go home, Boy Scout?
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ I'm daddy rollin' stone ♪
♪ Daddy rollin' stone ♪
♪ They call me daddy ♪
♪ I'm the daddy ♪
♪ I'm daddy rollin' stone ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Have my fun in the morning ♪
♪ I have my fun at night ♪
♪ Have my fun anytime I want ♪
♪ And anytime I
have it, it's right ♪
♪ I'm the daddy ♪
♪ Daddy roller ♪
♪ They call me daddy ♪
♪ I'm the daddy ♪
♪ I'm daddy rollin' stone ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Girls call my
friend Big John ♪
♪ He's big as he can be ♪
♪ Big John may
be twice my size ♪
- Padrino.
- What's up?
It's good to see
you. Come on in.
♪ I'm the daddy ♪
♪ Daddy roller ♪
♪ They call me daddy ♪
♪ I'm the daddy ♪
♪ I'm daddy rollin' stone ♪
♪ ♪
Padrino.
Primo.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
Where's Gilly headed?
Looks like north.
Recycle.
I drive up here every week.
I know.
Well, I don't know shit.
I would sit here for
hours, just waiting.
Until some guard
would send me home.
No explanation.
No calls. You don't
answer my letters.
I thought some...
I thought maybe you were hurt.
- I'm sorry.
- Well, fuck sorry.
Why wouldn't you see me?
I'm looking at 20 years, Em.
My life is done.
Seeing you is...
Seeing you is trying to hold
on to some kind of future.
It's bullshit.
Hope is cruel.
Are we done?
That's it?
Three years all bullshit?
You made that
decision for both of us.
So then I have to make this one.
Oh, my God. Wait.
- Emily! Emily!
- Hey, man, sit down!
Emily, wait! Emily!
Emily!
- Emily!
- Don't be stupid!
- Reyes! Reyes, calm down!
- Emily, wait!
Get him out of here.
On the ground!
Settle down. That's enough!
Emily, wait! Emily!
- Come on!
- Emily!
Emily!
Assholes.
♪ ♪
- Padrino.
- Angel.
Good to see you, brother.
Hola, el Coco.
Where's Gilly?
Stayed on the other side.
Sticking around till
Creeper's out of the woods.
El hermano menor.
The new prospect.
EZ.
Gas it up and detail it.
I don't want to see
a speck of dust, huh?
And my guys too.
Yes, sir.
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We risk a serious
conflict in Berdoo
because the prospect
thinks he saw some ink.
Your brother.
Is that memory shit for real?
Been that way
since he was a kid.
Eh, real or not,
delivering the Samoan to Galindo
gives him someone to hurt.
What happens if we can't
track down the Samoan?
The cartel will never
lay hands on a Mayan.
We got ourselves
in deep, brother.
What's our pushback?
Galindo thinks he
fucking owns us.
I'm aware.
Brothers...
Let's stay focused
on the task at hand.
How do we move on Base Town?
Little Samoa's on the east side.
Tribe runs Base
Line to 9th. It's a DMZ.
PD only show up to count bodies.
They HQ from the
old Núñez Cemetery.
Shot caller is a guy named Afa.
Big old 6x6 motherfucker.
Soon as we exit the 10,
street's gonna light up.
Samoans will know we're coming.
At best, it's unfriendly.
Or lambs to the slaughter.
Can you give Packer a call,
have Sam Dino back us up?
Done.
♪ ♪
There you go.
Gracias.
How's the flank today?
I got one piece.
It's... could be a couple
steaks. You want it?
Sounds good.
♪ ♪
Be $9 even.
Here's ten.
I'll get you some change.
Keep it.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
You're in the wrong hood.
Mayans, you got
no business here.
Yeah, come on, Afa.
You stole from the cartel.
There's no out.
If we leave,
Galindo sends his Mexican mercs.
They'll gun down every
Samoan in Base Town.
You want that
blood on your hands?
Now give us back what you took.
Tell Galindo who hired you, we
stop the bodies from dropping.
I don't see taillights
in two minutes,
there'll be Mayan
bodies dropping.
Twelve on seven.
Yeah, okay.
Behind you!
Go! Go, go, go!
Here we go.
Stay on 'em!
Shit.
God damn it, Coco!
We need Afa alive!
My bad.
Angel!
Help him out!
Get 'em!
Hey, guys. It's going down.
Fuck!
Let's get out of here.
Lift your leg!
We're gonna lose
Afa in Base Town.
Hey, Bishop!
Reaper has landed.
♪ ♪
Gun.
Well, boys, looks like we
got us a Samoan sandwich.
Two tons of dark meat
jammed between
a stack of tortillas
and a loaf of white bread.
Appreciate the help, brother.
Anytime, amigo.
You ever meet her?
Never in person.
She'd give us a call or a text.
- Gave us a drop point.
- Where?
Indio Quarry.
We used proxies to drop off
the drugs, pick up the cash.
Never saw a face.
No names.
Found this in your Jeep.
Payment?
She didn't tell us
it was the cartel.
I swear.
Was she American?
No. Spoke English, but...
she was Latina, I think.
Young. She sounded young.
How'd she know
about the shipment?
I don't know.
Mm.
I believe you, Afa. I do.
I know you're too smart to
knowingly steal from me, but...
you did.
Now you owe me.
You understand that, yes?
So...
what I need from you
is the identity of this woman
and where it is
I might find her.
I didn't ask.
I didn't ask who. Where.
I didn't ask.
I worry about you, my friend.
Your health.
You really need to take
better care of yourself.
It's a very unpleasant
way to lose weight.
Is there anything
you can remember?
Might save you from...
dropping another 40.
She said something...
Something about...
helping the devil.
Diablo.
Mexico.
She said it in Spanish.
Diablo.
Muerto El Diablo,
resucita México?
Sounds like it.
Kill the devil,
resurrect Mexico.
It was the rebels.
Los Olvidados.
From tagging walls
to jacking weight?
That's a step up.
Now they're on my border.
Marcus.
Find the girl. Find my dresses.
We need to extract
these indigenous tics.
Expose the traitor in our midst.
Now, if you'll excuse
me, I'm running late.
Dinner with my family.
Streets know we
were in Base Town.
We gotta dump him
on the other side.
Take your prospect.
Coco and Gilly can handle it.
Little brother has
seen a lot the last 48.
Held his own.
Make sure he can follow through.
Los Olvidados.
Yeah, the Forgotten Ones.
Orphans by the
hand of the cartel.
Abandoned kids
of the slaughtered.
Help him out.
My bad.
Shit.
- Whoa, what's this?
- Cellophane.
- Wrap him up.
- Really?
Keep him fresh.
It'll taste better.
Hey, Pop.
Yeah.
You okay?
Yeah, all right.
I just... gotta
wrap some shit up.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
Come here. Come here.
Sorry I'm late.
Someone was too hungry to wait.
Gracias.
Maria, por favor.
- Gracias.
- De nada.
Such a lucky papa.
Yes, you are.
♪ ♪
What's going on?
Need to see you.
They don't waste
an ounce, do they?
The cows.
They use every part.
- What's this?
- What?
Thought we never
meet face-to-face.
This couldn't wait.
Need to know what happened
out on the 111 yesterday.
- We got jacked.
- By who?
Club's still trying
to figure it out.
Samoans?
Nothing goes down on the
street that I don't hear about.
This only works if
I can trust you, EZ.
Base Town Tribe did the heist.
We tracked down the shot caller.
The rebels hired
them. Los Olvidados.
Samoans give up any names?
Hell no.
But you know El
Padrino's in town.
Did Galindo play the daddy card?
Bring Alvarez down to
handle the clusterfuck?
- I'm not at the table.
- Right.
But you're moving up.
Lot faster than I imagined.
I hope you're keeping
your head straight.
Hey, you point that level
of concern at my old man.
He's the one carrying
the weight of this.
And no more secret
meat locker chats.
You don't get to make that call.
Shit happens. Players change.
There's no formula here.
Gotta stay fluid.
What the fuck does that mean?
My deal doesn't change.
You killed a cop.
Your deal was a gift.
And I'm the one
that made it happen.
So if I say jump,
you say how high.
Fuck you.
You know what you
signed up for, cuz.
Don't get cocky.
And don't go
making any big plans.
What I signed up for was
feeding you intel on Galindo.
Only Galindo.
My brother, the M.C...
Nothing touches them.
And there's only one plan, cuz.
The day the DEA has
enough to move on that cartel
is the day that I walk away.
From you, the M.C.,
this town, all of it.
I get my fucking life back.
And who took that life away?
It's okay, Pop. We're done.
No spine.
What?
Cows.
One thing you never
use. Spinal cord.
Carries too much disease.
So I rip it out.
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Te quiero, mi hijo.
What's in the pack, brother?
Jesus.
My bad.
I want to bring him in.
My brother.
You see what's been going
down the past couple days.
He's fucking smart, man.
He already knows we're
working something else.
He can help.
He's nine months
shy of a patch, carnan.
I can't keep lying to him.
It feels wrong.
If he bends, that's on me.
It's your call.
Take a vote.
We're gonna need the
truck to haul him out.
You down with this?
Bringing in the prospect?
I get it.
It's hard to play family.
I say we trust
him till we don't.
We hit a bump
in the road, primo.
We'll get back on track.
Not quite sure what
track that is, carnan.
We set up this charter to
run and protect our heroin.
Be the cartel's
ally on the border.
It was smart. Made
us a lot of money.
But you felt the
tension here today, no?
Money's hooked us
through the fucking gills.
Galindo, the old man,
it was different with him.
He understood the pride of men.
His son does not.
Sorry to interrupt, gentlemen.
We reached out to our
mordelón inside Antidrogas.
These fucking rebels have
done more damage to Galindo
in the last six months
than the Federales
in the last six years.
Sabotaged two
communications towers,
hacked in databases,
bank accounts,
just last week raided a weapons
depot outside Hermosillo.
Walked off with
a fucking arsenal.
That's why Mr. Yellow Raincoat
got so wound up by Afa's intel.
Los Olvidados have
become a real pebble
in his baby seal-skinned loafer.
Start on our side.
From the canal to meth mountain.
Turn over every pop yard,
squat house, and cum dump.
We should take
it to the dealers.
Dogwood Crew
would be the first to see
- any change on the street.
- Yeah.
Reach out to Louie
first thing in the morning.
We'll stir shit up.
Get 'em scared.
Get 'em talking.
Let's see if anyone
knows this rebel bitch.
You want me to grab the body?
Just come with us.
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Holy shit.
♪ ♪
You may call me Adelita.
EZ.
Ezekiel.
It's good to meet you, Ezekiel.
Thank you for your help.
Come.
♪ ♪
Do you have our package?
All 12 keys.
Thank you.
Galindo figured out
it was the Samoans.
Got them to talk.
He knows it was Los Olvidados.
I'm sorry.
It just unraveled.
We couldn't shut it down.
We knew that was a risk.
He knows you're at the border.
And they'll flip over every rock
on both sides of the fence.
Should head south.
Just wait out in the mountains.
Adelita.
You have kids here.
You're farther away than usual.
Something I should know?
Just a few bumps
in the other world.
Love you.
Love you too.
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You set up the
heist with the rebels?
Jesus Christ, what the
fuck are you doing, Angel?
Los Olvidados, the
other vigilante groups,
they're changing the game.
Going ISIS on the cartels.
Galindo will bend or break.
If the Mayans want a future,
we gotta be in
front of that change.
And Adelita's the
only way to do that.
You're the traitor.
Am I?
Galindo will keep
throwing us to the lions.
Alvarez won't push back
because of a promise
he made to Galindo's old man.
Bishop won't betray Alvarez.
That shit is gonna bury us.
I'm doing for the M.C.
what it can't do for itself.
How long you
been sitting on this?
Too long.
Sorry, man.
I'm in deep, little brother.
Coco and Gilly, they
see where it's going.
But it's on me.
The play is mine.
I wasn't gonna
bring you into this.
Not yet.
But I can't hide
shit from you, EZ.
I never could.
After what went down today,
I realized that I need you.
Sangre es sangre.
You're the only
one I can really trust.
I'm here, man.
I know you are.
But I can't ask you to do this
unless I know
you really want it.
The club, the life, all of it.
All in.
'Cause if you have any doubt,
I need you to walk away.
I love you, Ezekiel.
I love you too.
I'm all in.
Start digging, Boy Scout.
♪ ♪
♪ Me and baby brother ♪
♪ Used to run together ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Me and baby brother ♪
♪ Used to run together ♪
♪ Yeah-ah-ah ♪
♪ Welcome one another ♪
♪ Headed for the corner ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Come back, baby brother ♪
♪ ♪
- Hola.
- Hola, buenos días.
♪ ♪
One.
4-9-2-4.
Four...
99.
- 90.
- Yep.
98.
92.
- Creeper.
- Jefe.
♪ ♪
Shit.
Up almost 60%.
God bless the AMA.
I gotta add a body to this run.
We finished fitting
out the prospect?
Yeah. It all checks out.
Cop ended up being dirty.
DA shaved off six years.
Did his probie
time in Hollister.
No red flags.
I like the kid. He's smart.
Angel.
Where's your prospect?
He went to see our old man.
Need him on this Vegas run.
Protection?
Think he's ready?
Yeah.
Good.
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♪ ♪
Eyes front, Miss Thomas.
Oh, my God.
- When did you...
- I had a break before finals.
I missed you so fucking much.
- A few more weeks, baby.
- I know.
I cannot wait to
get out of here.
♪ ♪
De nada.
Jiménez.
Longest fucking short
stories I ever read.
His poems are my favorite.
Gracias, Pop.
Yeah.
Time to go, Prospect.
I got him, Pop.
Getting called up, carnan.
Need you on this Vegas run.
Dresses?
- You good with that?
- Yeah.
Whatever the club needs.
Yo, he ever talk to you?
About Mom or any of that?
No. Not really.
Has he with you?
Baseball.
That's the only thing
we ever talk about.
For eight years, not
a word about that day.
♪ ♪
♪ I'm gonna put on my dress ♪
♪ With those pits
up both the sides ♪
♪ With that tight, thin waist ♪
♪ And that low neckline ♪
♪ Lord, I'm going to the party ♪
♪ Gonna have some fun ♪
♪ Gonna shake and shout ♪
Turn it up, Creep.
Yep.
♪ If you wanna keep your man ♪
♪ I'll be at my best ♪
♪ When I put on
my soulful dress ♪
♪ ♪
♪ I'm gonna put on my dress ♪
♪ That hits me way
above my knees ♪
♪ With that V-cut back ♪
♪ Spaghetti straps
instead of sleeves ♪
♪ Lord, I'm going to the party ♪
♪ Uhh, looking good ♪
♪ I'm gonna shake everybody ♪
♪ Like I knew I would ♪
♪ Don't you girls go
a-getting jealous ♪
♪ If I round up
all your fellas ♪
♪ 'Cause I'll be at my best ♪
♪ When I put on
my soulful dress ♪
♪ Now watch out there, boy ♪
♪ ♪
What the fuck is this guy doing?
What is that? Shit! shit!
Shit!
Agh!
Blow out the window,
can't see shit...
- Shit!
- Eyes!
- Come on!
- Don't move.
- You okay?
- Yeah, I'm all right.
Shit. Agh.
Fuck.
Ah!
Creeper!
Madre de Dios...
I'll blow his fucking head off!
Do you know whose
shit you're jacking here,
Mr. Spooky?
The Galindo Cartel.
They will hunt you down.
Chop off your fucking heads
and give 'em to your
kids for Christmas.
Kneel! Knees!
Knees!
I'll blow his head off!
Let's go! Move it!
Move it!
Take all of them.
Hurry! Before it blows!
That's it.
Come on.
Riz.
Shit.
I got you, brother.
Fuck.
Come on.
Riz!
Okay.
Come on!
Go, go, go.
Get him up. Let's go.
I'm all right.
♪ ♪
Fuck.
♪ ♪
♪ Mother of exiles ♪
♪ The torch of hope ♪
♪ In the toss of the tempest ♪
♪ Threw us medicine's rope ♪
♪ But the brazen giant ♪
♪ With limbs astride ♪
♪ Blocks the golden door ♪
♪ To the US of lies ♪
♪ Screaming ♪
♪ Damn your huddled masses ♪
♪ Scrub our floors ♪
♪ Cut our grasses ♪
♪ I am a wolf ♪
♪ A wild cur ♪
♪ Cut from the pack ♪
♪ With blood on my fur ♪
♪ Every howl ♪
♪ Marks the dead ♪
♪ 'Cause a beaten dog ♪
♪ Never forgets ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Never forgets ♪
♪ ♪
There.
So who was it?
Don't know.
They were pros.
Well.
At least we didn't lose
2.4 million in product
to a bunch of amateurs.
They ambushed us.
Sir.
Came out of nowhere.
We change route...
vehicle...
time and day...
every run is different.
So...
they came out of somewhere,
and someone gave
them the details.
No one in my club.
Implying I'm the
one foolish enough...
to employ a traitor?
Hmm.
The guy holding Gilly
was dark-skinned.
Ink on his arm.
It looked like, uh...
tribal letters.
B-T-T.
He remembers shit.
Had guns at our heads.
Who knows what the hell he saw?
The prospect.
B-T-T. Base Town Tribe.
Samoan gang out
of San Bernardino.
Didn't some of them
do time killing Haji?
Fallujah. Rival company
and crazy as fuck.
Tribe moves a little
weed and pussy but...
jumping us for chiva
makes no sense.
They gotta be hired guns. - Yes.
But for whom?
Bring me the shot caller.
We'll get the truth.
We're not your muscle.
Your mercs can track
down the Samoan.
But your job was to
protect my shipment.
You failed to do that.
Now the Chinese are out 12 keys.
Running protection for other
buyers was never our deal.
Told Alvarez we'd cover you
till you had the manpower
north of the fence.
The only fucking
reason we're doing it
- is to help you out.
- No.
The only fucking
reason you're doing it
is because I pay
you a lot of money.
Now you and your club
are responsible for the loss.
That's the way it
works, El Presidente.
So...
if there's not a
forthright Samoan
in my church pew by
end of day tomorrow,
I'm afraid it will have to
be a Mayan in his place.
You don't speak
unless we tell you to.
I don't give a shit
what you remember.
Educate your prospect.
Take Creeper to the dock.
Hurry back. El
Padrino's on his way.
Okay.
Padrino. Godfather.
Alvarez.
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This...
Right there.
Ugh.
What's he saying?
Tell him I'm an LA Mexican.
Make sure he knows
what the hell he's doing.
Agh.
Jesus.
Always got to make
it weird, don't you?
What?
What are you guys talking about?
What's weird?
Huh? What's he saying?
Why are they laughing? What?
When you guys coming back?
Angel. Guys.
Guys!
Hola.
♪ ♪
Stay close.
Won't be long.
♪ ♪
Gracias.
De nada.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
Hey.
Ready to go home, Boy Scout?
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ I'm daddy rollin' stone ♪
♪ Daddy rollin' stone ♪
♪ They call me daddy ♪
♪ I'm the daddy ♪
♪ I'm daddy rollin' stone ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Have my fun in the morning ♪
♪ I have my fun at night ♪
♪ Have my fun anytime I want ♪
♪ And anytime I
have it, it's right ♪
♪ I'm the daddy ♪
♪ Daddy roller ♪
♪ They call me daddy ♪
♪ I'm the daddy ♪
♪ I'm daddy rollin' stone ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Girls call my
friend Big John ♪
♪ He's big as he can be ♪
♪ Big John may
be twice my size ♪
- Padrino.
- What's up?
It's good to see
you. Come on in.
♪ I'm the daddy ♪
♪ Daddy roller ♪
♪ They call me daddy ♪
♪ I'm the daddy ♪
♪ I'm daddy rollin' stone ♪
♪ ♪
Padrino.
Primo.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
Where's Gilly headed?
Looks like north.
Recycle.
I drive up here every week.
I know.
Well, I don't know shit.
I would sit here for
hours, just waiting.
Until some guard
would send me home.
No explanation.
No calls. You don't
answer my letters.
I thought some...
I thought maybe you were hurt.
- I'm sorry.
- Well, fuck sorry.
Why wouldn't you see me?
I'm looking at 20 years, Em.
My life is done.
Seeing you is...
Seeing you is trying to hold
on to some kind of future.
It's bullshit.
Hope is cruel.
Are we done?
That's it?
Three years all bullshit?
You made that
decision for both of us.
So then I have to make this one.
Oh, my God. Wait.
- Emily! Emily!
- Hey, man, sit down!
Emily, wait! Emily!
Emily!
- Emily!
- Don't be stupid!
- Reyes! Reyes, calm down!
- Emily, wait!
Get him out of here.
On the ground!
Settle down. That's enough!
Emily, wait! Emily!
- Come on!
- Emily!
Emily!
Assholes.
♪ ♪
- Padrino.
- Angel.
Good to see you, brother.
Hola, el Coco.
Where's Gilly?
Stayed on the other side.
Sticking around till
Creeper's out of the woods.
El hermano menor.
The new prospect.
EZ.
Gas it up and detail it.
I don't want to see
a speck of dust, huh?
And my guys too.
Yes, sir.
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We risk a serious
conflict in Berdoo
because the prospect
thinks he saw some ink.
Your brother.
Is that memory shit for real?
Been that way
since he was a kid.
Eh, real or not,
delivering the Samoan to Galindo
gives him someone to hurt.
What happens if we can't
track down the Samoan?
The cartel will never
lay hands on a Mayan.
We got ourselves
in deep, brother.
What's our pushback?
Galindo thinks he
fucking owns us.
I'm aware.
Brothers...
Let's stay focused
on the task at hand.
How do we move on Base Town?
Little Samoa's on the east side.
Tribe runs Base
Line to 9th. It's a DMZ.
PD only show up to count bodies.
They HQ from the
old Núñez Cemetery.
Shot caller is a guy named Afa.
Big old 6x6 motherfucker.
Soon as we exit the 10,
street's gonna light up.
Samoans will know we're coming.
At best, it's unfriendly.
Or lambs to the slaughter.
Can you give Packer a call,
have Sam Dino back us up?
Done.
♪ ♪
There you go.
Gracias.
How's the flank today?
I got one piece.
It's... could be a couple
steaks. You want it?
Sounds good.
♪ ♪
Be $9 even.
Here's ten.
I'll get you some change.
Keep it.
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You're in the wrong hood.
Mayans, you got
no business here.
Yeah, come on, Afa.
You stole from the cartel.
There's no out.
If we leave,
Galindo sends his Mexican mercs.
They'll gun down every
Samoan in Base Town.
You want that
blood on your hands?
Now give us back what you took.
Tell Galindo who hired you, we
stop the bodies from dropping.
I don't see taillights
in two minutes,
there'll be Mayan
bodies dropping.
Twelve on seven.
Yeah, okay.
Behind you!
Go! Go, go, go!
Here we go.
Stay on 'em!
Shit.
God damn it, Coco!
We need Afa alive!
My bad.
Angel!
Help him out!
Get 'em!
Hey, guys. It's going down.
Fuck!
Let's get out of here.
Lift your leg!
We're gonna lose
Afa in Base Town.
Hey, Bishop!
Reaper has landed.
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Gun.
Well, boys, looks like we
got us a Samoan sandwich.
Two tons of dark meat
jammed between
a stack of tortillas
and a loaf of white bread.
Appreciate the help, brother.
Anytime, amigo.
You ever meet her?
Never in person.
She'd give us a call or a text.
- Gave us a drop point.
- Where?
Indio Quarry.
We used proxies to drop off
the drugs, pick up the cash.
Never saw a face.
No names.
Found this in your Jeep.
Payment?
She didn't tell us
it was the cartel.
I swear.
Was she American?
No. Spoke English, but...
she was Latina, I think.
Young. She sounded young.
How'd she know
about the shipment?
I don't know.
Mm.
I believe you, Afa. I do.
I know you're too smart to
knowingly steal from me, but...
you did.
Now you owe me.
You understand that, yes?
So...
what I need from you
is the identity of this woman
and where it is
I might find her.
I didn't ask.
I didn't ask who. Where.
I didn't ask.
I worry about you, my friend.
Your health.
You really need to take
better care of yourself.
It's a very unpleasant
way to lose weight.
Is there anything
you can remember?
Might save you from...
dropping another 40.
She said something...
Something about...
helping the devil.
Diablo.
Mexico.
She said it in Spanish.
Diablo.
Muerto El Diablo,
resucita México?
Sounds like it.
Kill the devil,
resurrect Mexico.
It was the rebels.
Los Olvidados.
From tagging walls
to jacking weight?
That's a step up.
Now they're on my border.
Marcus.
Find the girl. Find my dresses.
We need to extract
these indigenous tics.
Expose the traitor in our midst.
Now, if you'll excuse
me, I'm running late.
Dinner with my family.
Streets know we
were in Base Town.
We gotta dump him
on the other side.
Take your prospect.
Coco and Gilly can handle it.
Little brother has
seen a lot the last 48.
Held his own.
Make sure he can follow through.
Los Olvidados.
Yeah, the Forgotten Ones.
Orphans by the
hand of the cartel.
Abandoned kids
of the slaughtered.
Help him out.
My bad.
Shit.
- Whoa, what's this?
- Cellophane.
- Wrap him up.
- Really?
Keep him fresh.
It'll taste better.
Hey, Pop.
Yeah.
You okay?
Yeah, all right.
I just... gotta
wrap some shit up.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
Come here. Come here.
Sorry I'm late.
Someone was too hungry to wait.
Gracias.
Maria, por favor.
- Gracias.
- De nada.
Such a lucky papa.
Yes, you are.
♪ ♪
What's going on?
Need to see you.
They don't waste
an ounce, do they?
The cows.
They use every part.
- What's this?
- What?
Thought we never
meet face-to-face.
This couldn't wait.
Need to know what happened
out on the 111 yesterday.
- We got jacked.
- By who?
Club's still trying
to figure it out.
Samoans?
Nothing goes down on the
street that I don't hear about.
This only works if
I can trust you, EZ.
Base Town Tribe did the heist.
We tracked down the shot caller.
The rebels hired
them. Los Olvidados.
Samoans give up any names?
Hell no.
But you know El
Padrino's in town.
Did Galindo play the daddy card?
Bring Alvarez down to
handle the clusterfuck?
- I'm not at the table.
- Right.
But you're moving up.
Lot faster than I imagined.
I hope you're keeping
your head straight.
Hey, you point that level
of concern at my old man.
He's the one carrying
the weight of this.
And no more secret
meat locker chats.
You don't get to make that call.
Shit happens. Players change.
There's no formula here.
Gotta stay fluid.
What the fuck does that mean?
My deal doesn't change.
You killed a cop.
Your deal was a gift.
And I'm the one
that made it happen.
So if I say jump,
you say how high.
Fuck you.
You know what you
signed up for, cuz.
Don't get cocky.
And don't go
making any big plans.
What I signed up for was
feeding you intel on Galindo.
Only Galindo.
My brother, the M.C...
Nothing touches them.
And there's only one plan, cuz.
The day the DEA has
enough to move on that cartel
is the day that I walk away.
From you, the M.C.,
this town, all of it.
I get my fucking life back.
And who took that life away?
It's okay, Pop. We're done.
No spine.
What?
Cows.
One thing you never
use. Spinal cord.
Carries too much disease.
So I rip it out.
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Te quiero, mi hijo.
What's in the pack, brother?
Jesus.
My bad.
I want to bring him in.
My brother.
You see what's been going
down the past couple days.
He's fucking smart, man.
He already knows we're
working something else.
He can help.
He's nine months
shy of a patch, carnan.
I can't keep lying to him.
It feels wrong.
If he bends, that's on me.
It's your call.
Take a vote.
We're gonna need the
truck to haul him out.
You down with this?
Bringing in the prospect?
I get it.
It's hard to play family.
I say we trust
him till we don't.
We hit a bump
in the road, primo.
We'll get back on track.
Not quite sure what
track that is, carnan.
We set up this charter to
run and protect our heroin.
Be the cartel's
ally on the border.
It was smart. Made
us a lot of money.
But you felt the
tension here today, no?
Money's hooked us
through the fucking gills.
Galindo, the old man,
it was different with him.
He understood the pride of men.
His son does not.
Sorry to interrupt, gentlemen.
We reached out to our
mordelón inside Antidrogas.
These fucking rebels have
done more damage to Galindo
in the last six months
than the Federales
in the last six years.
Sabotaged two
communications towers,
hacked in databases,
bank accounts,
just last week raided a weapons
depot outside Hermosillo.
Walked off with
a fucking arsenal.
That's why Mr. Yellow Raincoat
got so wound up by Afa's intel.
Los Olvidados have
become a real pebble
in his baby seal-skinned loafer.
Start on our side.
From the canal to meth mountain.
Turn over every pop yard,
squat house, and cum dump.
We should take
it to the dealers.
Dogwood Crew
would be the first to see
- any change on the street.
- Yeah.
Reach out to Louie
first thing in the morning.
We'll stir shit up.
Get 'em scared.
Get 'em talking.
Let's see if anyone
knows this rebel bitch.
You want me to grab the body?
Just come with us.
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Holy shit.
♪ ♪
You may call me Adelita.
EZ.
Ezekiel.
It's good to meet you, Ezekiel.
Thank you for your help.
Come.
♪ ♪
Do you have our package?
All 12 keys.
Thank you.
Galindo figured out
it was the Samoans.
Got them to talk.
He knows it was Los Olvidados.
I'm sorry.
It just unraveled.
We couldn't shut it down.
We knew that was a risk.
He knows you're at the border.
And they'll flip over every rock
on both sides of the fence.
Should head south.
Just wait out in the mountains.
Adelita.
You have kids here.
You're farther away than usual.
Something I should know?
Just a few bumps
in the other world.
Love you.
Love you too.
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♪ ♪
You set up the
heist with the rebels?
Jesus Christ, what the
fuck are you doing, Angel?
Los Olvidados, the
other vigilante groups,
they're changing the game.
Going ISIS on the cartels.
Galindo will bend or break.
If the Mayans want a future,
we gotta be in
front of that change.
And Adelita's the
only way to do that.
You're the traitor.
Am I?
Galindo will keep
throwing us to the lions.
Alvarez won't push back
because of a promise
he made to Galindo's old man.
Bishop won't betray Alvarez.
That shit is gonna bury us.
I'm doing for the M.C.
what it can't do for itself.
How long you
been sitting on this?
Too long.
Sorry, man.
I'm in deep, little brother.
Coco and Gilly, they
see where it's going.
But it's on me.
The play is mine.
I wasn't gonna
bring you into this.
Not yet.
But I can't hide
shit from you, EZ.
I never could.
After what went down today,
I realized that I need you.
Sangre es sangre.
You're the only
one I can really trust.
I'm here, man.
I know you are.
But I can't ask you to do this
unless I know
you really want it.
The club, the life, all of it.
All in.
'Cause if you have any doubt,
I need you to walk away.
I love you, Ezekiel.
I love you too.
I'm all in.
Start digging, Boy Scout.
♪ ♪
♪ Me and baby brother ♪
♪ Used to run together ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Me and baby brother ♪
♪ Used to run together ♪
♪ Yeah-ah-ah ♪
♪ Welcome one another ♪
♪ Headed for the corner ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Come back, baby brother ♪