Mayans M.C. (2018–…): Season 1, Episode 3 - Búho/Muwan - full transcript

BISHOP: Previously
on "Mayans M.C."

NESTOR: This was
posted 40 minutes ago.

It's already gone viral.

Los Olvidados kidnapped my son.

(baby crying)

(screaming) Stop!

ANGEL: My brother,
he knows Galindo's wife.

They were together
before he went to prison.

EMILY: Miguel promised
there would be no retaliation

but if anything
happens, will you tell me?

It already has.



Two innocents burned to death.

Dumped in merchant square.

Oh, Jesus.

(owl screeching)

(indistinct shouting)

(kids yelling)

(indistinct chatter)

(baby babbling)

(engines roaring)

(ominous music)

(speaking Spanish)

Vamos!

MINI: Rapido, rapido!

CARLA: (speaking Spanish)



Vamos!

CARLA: (speaking Spanish)

(engines roaring)

Vamos. Rapido, rapido.

GIRL: Vámanos, vámanos.

♪ ♪

NESTOR: Motherfuckers.

♪ ♪

There's no signal out there.

We tried to give you a heads up.

I know. We'll give you
our satellite number.

(baby crying)

Something you gotta hear.

I got him.

We may have locked down a buyer.

Out of Nevada.

Jimmy Yen.

He's setting up his own thing.

Needs product.

When will you be certain?

Probably make a run
to Vegas next week.

We're gonna have to.

Okay.

We're running out of
time and places to hide.

I know.

I'm sure he's gonna want
all nine keys you got left.

Tell him we have six.

COCO: Why?

Six?

You run out of firewood again?

(baby babbling)

He needs his mother.

He needs a clean diaper.

Thought this was about
creating less orphans.

What was that about?

Kid needs a change.

(dramatic music)

♪ ♪

♪ 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 ♪

♪ And every howl ♪

♪ Marks the dead ♪

♪ 'Cause a beaten dog ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Never forgets ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Never forgets ♪

♪ ♪

(engines revving)

Our associates at the
CDCR have reached out.

That rebel video has
made people very nervous.

We're gonna meet
with them this afternoon.

Calm shit down.

Let 'em know it's gonna
be business as usual.

They just want to know
we're telling them the truth.

That we'll have
their own to deliver

at the end of the month.

Well, I have more
poppies than I can harvest.

You'll have your product.

Thank you.

(whispers)

Where are you meeting them?

Outside Cibola.

San Buho Casino.

(indistinct whispering)

The tip was good.

But...

we were too late,
Mikey. I'm sorry.

The rebels already moved.

Was there anything at the camp?

There's another video.

I want my pew
full by end of day.

DEVANTE: (whispering)
They want us to handle it.

I'm hoping you can.

BISHOP: Okay,
so let me be clear.

This all came down
from old man Chen?

Yes. Two days ago.

And Miguel is
good with the terms.

It's the Chinese whose
shipment got jacked.

Makes sense that we
proxy the cartel message.

Let them know everything's cool.

Chinese supply the
southern parole region

with hashish and horse.

Chen's guys most likely
know our prison suits.

Yeah.

All right. Set it up.

I'll make sure we're
up there by 3:00.

Good. I'll call you to confirm.

Keep this between us
until I get confirmation, huh?

Yeah, of course.

MAN: We took a
stand against evil

and this was the response.

The devil is desperate,
so he tries to silence us.

He wants us to crawl
back into our dirty little holes

and be terrified.

But there is no
place left to hide.

No safe holes.

Our mothers and fathers,

our sons and daughters,

the cartel will make
orphans of us all

unless we make a
stand for our children

and our children's' children.

We can no longer be forgotten.

(breathing hard)

(choked sob)

(cries out, glass shatters)

(soft music plays on radio)

♪ ♪

- Gracias.
- Mm-hmm, bien. Lunch.

(bell dings)

(bell dings)

Crazy fucking times.

It's too early for a drop.

Just checking in.

A lot's going on on the
other side of the fence.

I want to make sure
our boy's doing okay.

I know it's a rough day.

He's fine.

WOMAN: Hola, Felipe.

(indistinct chatter)

Good.

I'll stop worrying.

New contact number.

You can call 24/7.

Tell him to use it.

Soon.

♪ ♪

(bell dings)

- Creeper okay?
- Yeah.

Whores are taking
good care of him.

Everything good with Adelita?

ANGEL: Yeah, we'll set it up.

What are you doing here?

Come to get you.

The run got pushed
up. Leaving earlier.

Not sure why.

ANGEL: Okay.

Let Bishop know we
were checking on Creep.

We'll catch up.

Prospect. He's
riding with us, right?

Go.

Look.

I know this thing with Emily's
kid's gotta be hard for you.

-It's not for you?
ANGEL: Of course it is.

But you can't let it bleed
into what we're doing.

Sorry.

Strange day, you know?

ANGEL: Shit, I'm
sorry man. I forgot.

Doesn't matter.

(sirens wailing)

(grunting)

(sirens wailing)

(dramatic music)

♪ ♪

(gunshots)

MAN: Drop it!

(sirens blaring)

ANGEL: I didn't think.

Mayans so far up my ass.

It's okay.

(distant club music)

(indistinct chatter)

Los Americanos, fuck you!

(laughter)

(thud)

(men chuckle)

(engines rumbling)

How's Creep?

He's healing up.

Dump that pure 12 scrap?

Hell, no. That drop
is over six tons.

Bishop wants to
hit the road early.

I guess Galindo
invited the Chinese

to our prison sit-down.

- What?
- Why?

Same shit.

Let them know the cartel
will be able to deliver.

That makes it easy.

Hey, buy me a few minutes?

- Yeah.
- Gonna give Jimmy a call.

(indistinct chatter)

Vamos.

(speaking Spanish)

(speaking Spanish)

(Santa Esmeralda's "Don't
Let Me Be Misunderstood")

♪ ♪

(engines roaring)

♪ ♪

My brown brothers.

- (chuckles)Adam.
- Bishop.

Hey, sorry about
checking the weapons.

It's tribal law.

Booze and bullets have
not been a good combination

for my people.

Ours either.

The other parties
get down here yet?

ADAM: Not that I know of.

But we have the
room you requested.

It's private, very quiet.

Thank you.

Well, we've got
a few hours to kill.

Me and the Boy Scout.

We're gonna win a little wampum.

Keep him contained.

- I'll catch up.
- Yeah.

How you been, Jimmy?

Getting by.

What do you have?

Six keys.

97% pure Guero heroin.

30 per brick.

- Thought you had nine.
- So did I.

I'm just the middle man.

Can you get it to Vegas?

Yeah.

You certain it stays
outside the family?

Yep.

You?

Mm. Same.

I'm in.

Okay.

(soft music plays on radio)

♪ ♪

(bell dings)

(slot machines beeping)

Place all bets.

-You? WOMAN: Stay.

And you, sir?

21.

The house is over.

The gentleman wins again.

Jimmy?

All good. I'll fill you in.

He's got him counting cards?

Yup.

Take a break.

Thank you.

MAN: Ma'am?
- Where the fuck is he going?

WOMAN: Double down.

I'm... I'm just trying to
make me some money, man.

You know me, I'm a giver.

Yeah, you're a fucking saint.

MAN: Are you in, sir?

Cash him out.

(men chuckling)

KROLL: Mayans?

That your badass gang?

Just a motorcycle club, man.

WOMAN: What can I get you?

Whatever light you got on tap.

Miller?

MAN: "Prospect" must
be Spanish for "bitch."

(men laughing)

You got something
to say, La Bamba?

Say it in fucking English.

Just asking what
tables were lucky.

You officers have a good day.

Pussy gangster.

Yeah, you better walk away.

(all laughing)

Tea?

Gracias.

DITA: I sent Thiago
to the Apple store.

Get you a new phone.

I have to go there.

The square in the video.

- What good would that do?
- He was there.

- Today.
- You don't know that.

You're right. I don't
know anything.

That's the problem.

I have to do something.

Miguel would never allow
you to go to Santa Madre.

Not now.

What would you do?

If it was your son?

- I would support my husband.
- No.

That's what you have to do.

What would you want to do?

I know you well enough, Dita.

A still tongue and idle hands

aren't strategies in
your maternal handbook.

If anybody recognized you...

They won't.

(ominous music)

♪ ♪

NESTOR: (blows)

MIGUEL: I should do it.

You sure?

Yeah.

Bara.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

That was impressive.

I think it was a
combination of omertà

and the Boy Scout oath.

It worked.

How many spies are
we putting on the street?

This group, it'll
be an even dozen.

Careful with that
shit on your face.

These little fuckers
are oozing with disease.

Great.

Good teamwork, Boy Scout.

That better be a 50/50 split.

- My bad.
- (laughing)

Here you go.

Those our prison hookups?

ANGEL: Yeah. Maintenance
and supply managers.

North and south.

Some of California's
finest civil servants.

Those greedy fucks
control everything

coming and going
from 26 prisons.

All right, you're
all set, gentlemen.

The single malt you
requested is in the back cabinet.

Enjoy.

Thank you.

- Bishop.
- Chen.

HANK: Jimmy.

I think you gentlemen
know each other?

Always a pleasure.

(door shuts)

(cheerful music playing)

♪ ♪

Hola.

(indistinct chatter)

Did you know he would retaliate?

It wasn't my son.
It was Devante.

Yes, but Miguel
put it in motion.

He lied to me.

No. You're a smart girl, Emily.

You know it's not that simple.

Miguel made a choice to
come back to the family.

His father and I wanted
a different life for him.

That's why we sent
him to school in America.

Hoping the distance would
settle and change him.

It didn't. You know that.

And he wants to
change the legacy.

Rewrite family history like

John and Bobby did for Joe.

Although the Kennedy
model may not be the best way

to secure a future.

(whispers) Sorry.

I'm sorry, this was
stupid. I don't...

I don't know what
I thought I'd find.

You did what a mother does.

Followed your instincts.

Sometimes that's all we have.

Look.

We're not privy

to everything that's
happening with the rebels, but

this kind of shit is the
cost of doing business

for the cartel.

It always has been.

2010, we saw the same thing
happen to Galindo's old man.

Lobos Sonora made
a play for the border,

shipments were being
clipped every week.

Our business didn't change.

I'll be honest with you, Marcus.

We have a lot of
people rattling our cage,

saying this is their chance
to take over the H trade.

I'm guessing the rattling
might quiet down a bit

if we bumped up your cut.

That would send
the right message.

YONG: We know Galindo's
got plenty of product.

We're not worried
about the merchandise.

We're worried
about the shipping.

These assholes
caught us off guard.

That's on us.

But you've got my word it
won't fucking happen again.

Your shipment'll be on time.

Same volume. Same dates.

And we'll bump your rate 2%.

And you'll get your 12 keys
by the end of next week.

Mm.

GABE: Bishop.

LENNY: Thanks.

(door shuts)

Did I hear the Chief mention
something about a single malt?

Yes, you did.

Behind you, kid. In the cabinet.

(rock music playing)

♪ ♪

YONG: Only the best.
- Nice.

(men chuckling)

RIZ: Come on, brother.

Pour.

BISHOP: Of course.

(glasses clink)

(indistinct chatter)

A toast.

To new allies,

and dead traitors.

- Jesus!
- Holy shit!

TAZA: Old man Chen found out

about Jimmy running
his own drug gang.

Broke the cardinal rule.

Didn't cut the family in

or kick anything up.

The Chinese couldn't
kill one of their own.

So Chen reached out to Galindo.

HANK: Galindo gave it to us.

Why the fuck didn't we know?

It wasn't a done deal.

Chen asking about the scotch.

That was the confirmation.

And besides, the
look on your faces.

So fucking worth it.

(all laughing)

(dog barking)

(distant sirens wailing)

Hey, Prez.

Prospect.

You got unfinished business.

He's a cop.

BISHOP: Not in here he ain't.

Tribal ground.

Buy yourself some
fucking manners.

(blow lands)

WOMAN: (gasps)
WOMAN: Oh, my God.

I'm a cop.

(soft groan)

I'm a cop.

(indistinct chatter)

MAN: What the fuck?

The hell are you doing?

MAN: Come on,
let's get out of here.

MAN: They're not worth it.

(chuckling)

(all chortling)

(clink)

(clink)

Jesus.

Who the hell are you?

I'm going for my ID.

"Santiago Martin Himmler."

Himmler? Really?

Your Argentinian
grandmother fuck a Nazi?

(ID thuds)

Something like that.

Jimenez send you down here?

Get the gun out
of my face, please.

Answer the question

or it's gonna be down
your fucking throat.

Yeah.

I'm working with Jimenez.

What the hell is
wrong with you guys?

My son's kept up
his end of the deal.

Doing everything he's told.

You guys keep
crawling up his ass,

you're gonna get him killed.

This isn't just about your son.

Galindo's moving a shit-dump
of men and money to the border

like he's prepping for war.

Jimenez is worried
about retaliation.

Just wants a set of eyes on you.

Till it settles.

(gun clicks)

(gun clatters)

I don't need a babysitter.

Yeah, I get that.

(engines roaring)

(funky upbeat music)

♪ ♪

MAN: The first major battle
between US ground troops

and the North
Vietnamese was in Ia Drang

between November
14th and 18th in 1965,

at LZ X-Ray and LZ Albany.

It is known as the first
helicopter air assault...

(man on TV continues
speaking indistinctly)

EZ: Hey, Pop. You up?

FELIPE: Yeah.

MAN: This battle
would set the mold

for the preferred
methods of engagement...

Want a beer?

Sure.

Thank you.

(explosions on TV)

Get through it all right?

Yeah.

Like we do.

(door closes shut)

I know where you went today.

Then you know why I had to go.

I'm so sorry.

RIZ: Like tequila, huh?
WOMAN: Mm-hmm.

RIZ: That's a lot
of drinking, woman.

HANK: Goes something like this.

(strumming guitar)

What do you think?

Right here?

DEVANTE: I will pass that
along to Miguel, my friend.

You take care.

Devante.

All good.

Handling the hit,

our help with the rebels,

our debt from the
heist is cleared.

Our bullshit debt.

Until things settle on the
south side of the fence,

it's on us to keep this
side moving forward.

Bullshit or not.

Why didn't you want me
telling the rest of my charter

about the Chinese hit?

We never found out how

the Samoans knew all
the details to our Vegas run.

Galindo's too
distracted to press it,

but I'm still aware.

Someone in the MC?

I don't know.

Hey, Pop.

You need me?

Just want to check
in on this one.

Make sure he didn't stroke out.

Hm.

Your compassion overwhelms me.

(kisses)

You guys got anything to eat?

I'm fucking starving.

Mm.

(indistinct chatter)

MAN: And no
problems with the M-16.