Mayans M.C. (2018–…): Season 1, Episode 5 - Uch/Opossum - full transcript
A new deal requires a dangerous favor in Santa Madre.
EZ: Previously on Mayans M.C...
- (gunshot)
- Shit.
WOMAN: They're using the
fence as a shooting gallery.
Alice Reed's?
And her concerned
citizen coalition.
OBISPO: Cops found
scripts near the body.
That changes it
from target practice
to drug running.
MAN: He was in Stockton
when I was inside.
Some sort of shot-caller.
If Alice is running scripts,
she's gonna need a buyer.
OBISPO: This is a
military-style execution.
It had to be Cole.
He the guy buying the scripts
you guys been picking off?
If we don't find a buyer
for this heroin soon,
Los Olvidados will lose ground.
(grunting)
MAN: It's a tunnel!
You need to help your son.
Convince him to
flip Emily Thomas.
Because if you don't,
everything your sons know
and love about you...
they're gonna find out is a lie.
You have to dismantle
the rebels' rhetoric.
Here's where you can do it.
- The kid that was MIA?
- Mm.
MAN: He came through.
GALINDO: Who's the nun?
That's one of the
local Dominicans.
MAN: (speaking
Spanish) Jane Esta muerta.
WOMAN: Please don't retaliate.
GALINDO: Emily!
Emily. Em?
(dramatic chords)
(engine revving)
(hisses)
(engine roaring)
EZ: She okay?
Yeah. Look, she got
banged up pretty bad, right?
They're running tests.
Hey, hey! Stop, man.
We're making sure
there's no internal injuries.
What happened?
The Festival in Santa Madre.
Emily got caught
up in the chaos,
got fucking trampled.
Galindo brought her back here.
- I got to see her, man.
- (sighs) Dude.
El Jefe and his thugs, man.
They're camped out in there.
Please, Franky.
Shit. Come on.
Are you doing any better?
More X-rays.
FRANKY: Thank you, beautiful.
Yeah, you owe me, Rogan.
- Hi, Ezekiel.
- Hey, Rita.
- Appreciate this.
- No worries.
Just a couple of minutes.
You in pain?
Not much.
This was a risk.
I know.
I needed to make
sure you were okay.
I am.
It was my fault.
I pushed my way into the crowd.
I don't remember much.
It's all over the news.
They said...
the rebels murdered a nun.
Yes.
Just doesn't make much sense.
What?
Los Olvidados...
attacking a community
that they're trying to save.
They kidnapped my son.
- I know.
- They're fucking dangerous.
Yeah.
They did it to hurt Miguel.
The Galindo family has...
given a lot of money
to the Catholic church.
I didn't know.
I'm sorry.
(knocking on door)
Okay.
Just let me know if you need me.
Or if you need anything.
EZ.
Have you heard
anything about my son?
No.
RITA: I'm sorry.
I've got to get her
down to orthopedics.
(phone buzzing)
Sup, E?
Shit went down in
Santa Madre last night.
Cartel and the L.O.
Shit.
Okay, not on the cell.
Meet you in the yard.
(sighing)
(thud)
(radio plays faintly)
(music continues)
♪ ♪
Pops?
That you?
You just climb through
the fucking window?
What the fuck?
- You wanted to talk?
- (trigger clicks)
(dramatic music)
♪ ♪
♪ Mother of exiles ♪
♪ The torch of hope ♪
♪ In the toss of the tempest ♪
♪ Threw us medicine's rope ♪
♪ But the brazen giant ♪
♪ Within 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 ♪
♪ ♪
This was you?
And all the bodies?
Yeah.
We were gonna leave
her at the house, but...
seemed a little
bit over the top.
You think?
Who the fuck are you guys?
Lower the weapon.
And sit down.
So... (clears throat)
What do you know about me?
Angel Ignacio Reyes?
Besides your flair
for the dramatic,
not fucking much.
Got from Dennis you
were buying the scripts.
Where is Dennis?
With Mama.
Or...
what's left of her.
Why'd you waste them all?
They did the R.O.E.
Then they unraveled.
Became a liability.
Your club got something to move?
- Not the club.
- So it's your own deal.
Stop wasting my time.
Heroin.
Six keys.
97% pure guero.
30 per.
You got them here?
You ex-military?
Blackwater?
Close enough.
We are...
unfuckable.
Yeah.
I get that.
The H is in Santa Madre.
I can get it here in two hours.
You move your
shit through tunnels.
We do.
We might be able
to make this work.
(speaking Spanish)
(speaking Spanish)
No.
(speaking Spanish)
(speaking Spanish)
(sighs)
(speaking Spanish)
Si.
Well...
MAN: (clears throat)
Sorry to interrupt.
Thought you should know.
Just saw the prospect
walk out of an exam room.
A second later, a
nurse wheeled Emily out.
Well...
it's good to know my
wife is talking to someone.
- You're up early.
- Yeah.
Felipe: You want something?
- Nah, I'm good.
Felipe: Not sure I believe that.
Hear about that
thing in Santa Madre?
The church?
- The club part of that?
- No.
But Emily was there.
She got roughed up pretty bad.
Just went to see her.
Jesus.
She's in trouble, Pop.
I know it.
There's not much
you can do about that.
Her kid being taken...
The feds see it
as an opportunity.
Jimenez wants me to turn her.
Bring her in.
The deal I signed off on...
everything's upside down.
I never wanted any
of this to touch her.
But now...
it might be the only thing
that could keep her safe.
I don't know what to do.
You'd have to tell
her everything, son.
It's too big a risk.
She's been a part of
Galindo's world for many years.
I'm not saying she's
become like him, but...
she's not the same girl
you knew eight years ago.
Yeah.
(somber music)
♪ ♪
(engine revving)
(horn honks)
Follow us.
Why would I do that?
'Cause you're smart.
(speaking Spanish)
♪ ♪
This is fucked up.
They're really smart.
COCO: We got through to Pablo.
Adelita's in the city
letting everybody know
it was Galindo who
fucked up the church.
GILLY: Rebels are
moving camp again.
I got some news that might
take the sting out of this.
Cole paid me a visit.
When?
ANGEL: This
morning. At my house.
Brought Alice with him.
Or at least her head.
- Serious?
- Very serious.
ANGEL: You were right.
They're ex-military.
Marines, Special Forces.
Now they're pretty much
venture mercenaries.
They got contacts
all over the world.
Hook up buyers and
sellers, take a percentage.
That's what he did
with Alice's scripts.
Until the crew got sloppy.
We sure we want to be in
business with these guys?
We already are.
Look, Cole can
move all six keys.
All we gotta do is
earn a little trust.
- Do him a favor.
- Yeah?
How many heads he need?
Just one.
Needs to smuggle a
friend into the States.
An Afghani national.
No-fly list.
Yeah.
Who the hell is this guy?
He's one of the translators.
GILLY: Nuh-uh.
Dude, anybody eating curry
is on the no-fly list.
He's hiding out near
the Sonora border.
We pick him up, blindfold him,
and bring him home
through the underground.
That's a lot of trust.
We got no choice.
This...
this could be a clusterfuck
for Los Olvidados.
Adelita needs that cash.
- I'll go with.
- No. You go back to the ranch.
Cover up that hole better.
See where that tunnel leads.
(engines revving)
Got a few hours
left in the yard.
Just finish up.
Business as usual.
I'll take the prospect with me.
Yeah.
If he ever fucking gets here.
- How's it going?
- Good to see you.
(tense music)
♪ ♪
GALINDO: I apologize
for the suddenness
of my request.
It must be important.
GALINDO: It is, for both of us.
And the person we
have in common.
The hospital.
I'm assuming you
still have some...
nostalgic feelings for Emily?
We have history.
I know you're aware.
I was worried about her.
Meant no disrespect.
There a reason we're
chatting in no-man's-land?
It's pretty desolate, isn't it?
But once the zoning
gets ironed out,
I'm gonna buy this lot
and all adjacent property.
Over 250 acres.
I have commitments from
three big agro companies,
both here and in Sonora
to base operations
out of Santo Padre.
And with that
comes housing,
retail, schools...
Gives this economy
a heartbeat again.
Puts us on the map.
Michael Corleone.
Capitalism.
Wash the blood off
the family money.
Right.
Who are you in that movie?
I'm not sure.
As long as it's not Fredo.
(Galindo chuckles)
(speaking Latin)
(speaking Latin)
Can't be a large percentage
of outlaw bikers
who speak Latin.
Or cartel leaders
saving a migrant
town from extinction.
No, life takes you in so many
unexpected directions.
I'm guessing this
isn't about you and me
bonding over dead languages.
No, it's not.
Just stay away from
my wife, Ezekiel.
Now, with everything
that's happened,
your presence only
complicates things more.
That understood?
(speaking Spanish)
Good.
Well, because next time...
it won't be a
polite conversation.
- Mayor.
- Miguel.
Glad you could make it out.
What's going on, brother?
Thought you were
heading out this morning.
I am.
I talked to Devante
Cano this morning.
He gave me this.
Leader of Los Olvidados.
- It is a woman.
- She looks like a kid.
We'll keep our eyes open.
Yeah, for now, only
the eyes in this room,
until you're convinced
your charter is Judas-free.
Yeah.
Okay.
ANGEL: Who saw
you at the hospital?
EZ: I don't know.
ANGEL: It was
stupid, little brother.
You got to stay away from Emily.
You can't stir shit
up with Galindo.
Not now.
I'm sorry. She just...
She triggers shit, man.
It's like I'm acting on it
before I even know
what the fuck I'm doing.
ANGEL: Chicks.
Look, I know...
keeping this kid thing
from her breaks you in half.
I get it.
But there was nothing
that you could have done
to stop what
happened at the church.
I could tell her the truth.
Yeah, tell her you're
in bed with the crew
that kidnapped her son.
That'll win her back.
We lock this shit down today,
we're one step closer
to pushing out Galindo.
The club wins.
We win.
Then it's all just
putas...
and plata.
(both laughing)
Okay, Pitbull.
ANGEL: Mm-hmm.
(speaking Spanish)
(speaking Spanish)
Gracias.
(speaking Spanish)
EZ: Thought the
rebels get by on...
the shit they borrow and steal.
Why does Adelita
need all this cash?
Next phase of the plan.
Which is?
I just get a little
piece at a time.
When she was a kid...
she saw her whole family
get hacked to pieces.
She's got some trust issues.
Yeah.
Chicks, man.
EZ: Should be at
the end of the block.
(electronic guitar chords)
♪ ♪
Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, wait. Stop here.
Stop here. This has gotta be it.
(edgy music)
♪ ♪
(muffed salsa plays)
♪ ♪
EZ: Red door.
Whose place is this, anyway?
I didn't ask.
(man speaking Spanish)
- Arriba los manos!
- (speaking Spanish)
Adentro!
Shit.
Americans.
Fantastic.
(speaking Spanish)
What the fuck is this?
(both grunting)
In this country,
you respect the badge.
(salsa music continues)
My wife was supposed
to fly back to Kabul
two days ago.
But there were complications
with the pregnancy.
The couple that owns the house,
I asked them to call a doctor.
The doctor was
very, very suspicious.
They called the Policia Estatal.
WOMAN: Yes.
- Their commander, he...
He threatened to kill all of us.
(Spanish rap in background)
♪ ♪
You are brothers.
I like that.
Family.
We are like family too.
This woman needs food and water.
Or she's gonna lose her family.
Your friend there...
The terrorist.
He's not our friend.
And he's not a
fucking terrorist.
We were just sent
to bring him back.
So now you go to the
people that sent you.
Tell them
if they want this
not-a-terrorist
and his pregnant
not-a-terrorist wife,
it will cost them...
$100,000...
American.
Are you fucking kidding me?
No, rude brown Yankee.
I do not kid.
Thank you.
If we send this one,
he may never come back.
This one has heart.
He will come back
for his brother.
What the fuck does that mean?
(car door closes)
You have till morning.
You're not back with the money,
by the time I finish
my café de olla,
I will kill all of them.
Hurry up, Ezekiel.
(phone ringing)
Yeah.
Shit went south with the pickup.
State police were
waiting for us.
Holding the Afghani
and Angel hostage.
- They want 100,000 by morning.
- Jesus.
Do you know how to reach Cole?
Only Angel's got the number.
Fuck.
I can put together
some of the cash.
I just don't know where
I'm gonna get the rest.
Where you at now?
About, uh, a half
hour from the border.
Stay there. I got
to make a call.
I'll tell you where to meet.
CHUCKY: Everything okay, Coco?
COCO: Handle this shit, Chucky.
Where's Coco off
to in such a hurry?
I don't know, Obispo.
He got a call, seemed upset.
I'm worried about our
Johnny "Coco" Cruz.
Why's that?
I think he's going
through a crisis.
I saw him yesterday
at the Olympic Diner.
He was arguing with a
woman, and he chased after her.
OBISPO: What woman?
Young. Latina.
Was this her?
I don't know. Maybe.
I was just driving by
and singing.
I like to sing when I drive.
No particular genre.
TAZA: What time
yesterday, Manos?
Afternoon.
I was picking up the copper
contracts at El Centro.
All right. Thanks.
Yesterday afternoon.
But he said he was
watching Alice's place.
See where he's going.
We all good, Primo?
Yeah, yeah. Just yard stuff.
I'll stay in touch with Devante.
Try to keep Galindo's
head in the game.
Let me know what
happens here, huh?
I will.
Safe trip. (murmurs)
Fucking hate this.
(folk/rock music)
♪ ♪
FELIPE: Beer.
The hell you doing here?
Passing through.
You don't pass
through El Centro.
You drive around.
The mill said you'd
be here, having lunch.
Yeah.
What do you want, Felipe?
Saw your boy yesterday.
Made me think
maybe we should catch up.
Got nothing to say about my boy.
FELIPE: Didn't tell me
about your grandkids.
(rock music)
♪ ♪
COCO: It was a simple pick-up.
Just take the guy
through the tunnels.
The state police, they can
be more brutal than the cartel.
Even if you were
to find the money,
they'd just take it
and still kill everyone.
If we don't try something,
that'll happen for sure.
This buyer is for real.
We got to make this deal work.
Fuck the buyer.
Angel is there because of you.
He needs your help.
What do we have
to do to get that?
Do I slit my throat?
Throw acid on his face?
Don't you dare to compare this.
He's my fucking brother.
I'll do whatever I have to do.
The heroin.
We can use that instead
of the cash, I mean,
they're dirty cops, right?
They could unload
it on the streets.
I know this heroin gets
you the money you need.
But you need Angel more.
Please.
(speaking Spanish)
(speaking Spanish)
Go find Pablo.
(grunting)
(panting)
Oh... shit.
(pop music playing)
♪ ♪
- You looking for Vicki?
- Nah.
Hey, Gilly.
- What's going on?
- Not much.
Didn't know you
were gonna be here.
Just come and get the cripple.
You crawl here?
GILLY: Nah.
I'm gonna clean up real quick.
Maybe get me a quick blowy.
Where's his ride?
I don't know.
(knocking)
I hear you're being discharged.
Yes.
Discharged usually
requires opening the door.
One minute.
Please.
Do you know the...
Mexican fairytale,
The Forbidden Room?
La Camara Prohibida?
Really?
You want to share a fairytale?
I'm not the enemy, Emily.
I think sometimes you see me
as the man behind the curtain,
pulling strings.
I assure you
every decision I make,
every word of advice I give,
is in the best
interest of this family.
Your input about the rebels...
Was very smart.
And very effective.
But you have to understand
that if you want
to be a part of that,
you can't pick and
choose what you like.
You accept all of it
or you walk away from it.
Anything else
will undermine what
Miguel has to do.
I know my husband
can be ruthless.
I saw that side of him
before we were married.
But he has a brilliant mind
and a compassionate
heart, and...
Those traits have
always balanced out
the familial instincts.
Kept him even. He
knew who he was
in both worlds.
And that...
- has shifted?
- Yes.
Since Cristobal was taken...
That balance is gone.
Miguel swings
between volatile rage,
wanting revenge, and then...
He crashes.
Becomes inconsolable.
He may put on that rey
del cartel mask for his men,
but I see what's happening.
His markers have all been moved.
So right now it doesn't matter
if I accept or walk
away from anything.
My husband is lost, Devante.
And I don't know what to say.
Or how to help.
You're bold, Emily.
Truth is,
sometimes a little too
bold for my comfort.
But that's my problem.
Miguel loves that side of you.
And I understand why.
I know how...
brutally painful this
has been for you.
But you need to talk to him.
Tell him everything.
Secrets kill love.
Trust me on that.
John only had it half-right.
The truth doesn't set you free.
The ugly truth does.
Miguel...
Cannot be the man he needs to be
without you.
Let us know when
you're ready to leave.
(dogs barking)
(chatter)
(speaking Spanish)
(indistinct command)
(speaking Spanish)
(speaking Spanish)
(man singing in Spanish)
♪ ♪
Are these your friend's?
No. They're mine.
And this?
- Your payment.
- It's almost 100% pure.
Could step on it a
half-dozen times.
It's over 100K on the street.
Well, if you are drug lords,
then where's the cash?
We found the heroin.
(chuckles)
(speaking Spanish)
(speaking Spanish)
(phone beeping)
(phone buzzing)
Yeah?
Hey, I followed Coco
to the warehouse.
I walked the tunnels.
I'm not sure which exit he took.
You want me to wait here?
Uh, no.
MAN: Hey...
Come on back.
- Welcome home, Creep.
- Thanks, brother.
Where's Coco?
No idea.
(phone buzzing)
(speaking Spanish)
Their heroin is pure.
I will accept it as payment.
(speaking Spanish)
However, you,
I take with me.
Fuck that. You got paid.
Oof!
MAN: Hey, hey!
- Stop it!
If you don't keep your word,
you'll suffer the consequences.
(speaking Spanish)
We'll show you
what suffering is.
(whistles)
(speaking Spanish)
(thud) (whistles)
(speaking Spanish)
(shrill whistle)
(gunshots)
(speaking Spanish)
(all speaking Spanish)
(rapid gunfire)
(shrill whistle)
(speaking Spanish)
(gunfire)
(dogs barking)
(speaking Spanish)
(distant whistles)
I'm sorry. This went bad.
Thank you.
Don't do this again.
She doesn't want
me to do that again.
So don't.
We made it, man.
As-salamu alaykum.
And look at you.
Get them to the truck.
WOMAN: Thank
you. MAN: Thank you.
Thank you so much.
WOMAN: So much.
MAN: You saved us.
Damn.
We didn't know any of that
shit went down in Sonora.
I know.
Glad it all worked out.
I can get you 50K.
For each of those keys.
That's... that's great,
man. Thank you.
You treat us good,
we'll treat you better.
You treat us bad...
We'll treat you worse.
(squish)
I'll be in touch.
You think I can get
my dick in her mouth?
Jesus.
You really need help, man.
Come on, like you guys
weren't thinking the same thing?
(phone clicking softly)
- (low chatter)
- (soft clicking)
(engine turns)
(indistinct chatter)
(rock music)
♪ ♪
You in need of
high-end scrap, mayor?
What is it?
Had a meeting
with Galindo today.
The border property.
He said that if I didn't
amend the zoning restrictions,
fudge the PA shit...
He threatened to hurt you?
No, he said he
would take the project
out of the county.
Santo Padre would get nothing.
All the shit that I've done,
all the rules that I bent
to make this happen...
Give it a minute.
Galindo's dealing
with a family thing.
He might be
overreacting to shit.
What the fuck does that mean?
His son was kidnapped last week.
The rebels.
He's unglued.
Jesus Christ.
Sorry you keep
catching the heat of this.
(huffs) What happens
if Galindo's kid is...
Shit.
If this guy comes unhinged...
I know.
Hey.
I'll let you know
how it plays out.
Hey.
I got you, Antonia.
- Jefe.
- Where you boys been?
Ah, just bullshitting.
Stuff at the house.
You left in a hurry, Coco.
Yeah, my girl, her
pipe broke at her place.
Had to bail her out.
She can't swim?
(all laughing)
Keep Coco close.
Angel, too.
Hey.
I'm sorry.
The guy with the
freaky hands let me in.
I... I just thought
it best I wait inside.
Yeah, of course.
How'd you get here?
Franky.
He's waiting for me
around the corner.
I know I shouldn't...
be here, I...
- No, it's...
- I just...
I can't shake this feeling, EZ.
What's going on?
When you went inside...
shut me out...
The abortion...
I did it out of spite.
No, Em.
Yeah, I was an idiot.
You had to take
care of yourself.
I did it to hurt you.
I used it to hurt you.
Cristobal being taken,
I can't help but feel...
it is my fault, it
is my punishment
for what I did to
you. For what I...
(sobbing)
It's not your fault.
God, it's not on you.
I don't know who I
am anymore, I don't...
I'm here.
Em...
(whispering) I have
to tell you something.
(hinges creaking)
Shit.
Sorry.
Franky's waiting, so I should...
I should go.
Emily...
- What are you doing?
- She came to me.
- Even worse.
- She's all fucked up, Angel.
- That's not your worry.
- And that's not your call!
When we finish this
thing with Adelita,
you can go tear up all the
high school pussy you want.
But until then, seeing her?
It's a bad fucking idea.
Don't do it.
(glass shatters)
- Sorry, Mom.
- Sorry.
(chuckles)
I was a fat little fucker.
(both chuckling)
I hear you...
about Emily.
I got your back, Angel,
no matter what.
I know.
I got you too, hermanito.
(chuckling)
I gotta call Adelita.
Let her know we got a buyer.
You and Adelita.
Nothing.
We're just business partners.
(tires screeching)
What are you doing here?
I visited your old man today.
What? Why?
I wanted to feel closer...
to family.
My real name is Ignacio Cortina.
I was an inspector
for División
Antidrogas Federales.
Late '70s, early '80s.
My partner and I...
We did some...
very bad things
for some very bad people.
Jesus.
I've done everything
in my power...
To keep myself and
my family from that life.
Please don't make me
become that man again.
Don't fuck with my family
or I'll ruin you.
And everything you love.
What are you talking about?
Hey. Felipe!
(phone buzzing)
Fuck.
Where have you been?
Had to clear my head.
Took an Uber.
(soft acoustic guitar)
♪ ♪
You're smoking a lot.
Where did you go?
I just needed to
be alone for a while.
Alone with EZ.
I know he came to the
hospital this morning.
Just for a minute.
He heard what
happened. It was nothing.
Please don't get
into strangers' cars.
We don't Uber.
Why don't you just make a list
of what I can and can't do?
I need to know where you are
so I can keep you safe.
As safe as you kept Cristobal?
Why couldn't you
keep our son safe?
He was with his mother.
I thought he was
safe. I was wrong.
You let them take my son.
Take that back.
The truth can't be taken back.
(cries out)
(shrieking)
You gonna beat me, Jefe?
Like your daddy
used to beat Dita?
- Don't.
- Or what?
You gonna cave my
head in with a baseball bat?
Am I Galindo's little puta?
Ah...
♪ ♪
(singing in Spanish)
♪ ♪
(grunting)
(both moaning)
- (gunshot)
- Shit.
WOMAN: They're using the
fence as a shooting gallery.
Alice Reed's?
And her concerned
citizen coalition.
OBISPO: Cops found
scripts near the body.
That changes it
from target practice
to drug running.
MAN: He was in Stockton
when I was inside.
Some sort of shot-caller.
If Alice is running scripts,
she's gonna need a buyer.
OBISPO: This is a
military-style execution.
It had to be Cole.
He the guy buying the scripts
you guys been picking off?
If we don't find a buyer
for this heroin soon,
Los Olvidados will lose ground.
(grunting)
MAN: It's a tunnel!
You need to help your son.
Convince him to
flip Emily Thomas.
Because if you don't,
everything your sons know
and love about you...
they're gonna find out is a lie.
You have to dismantle
the rebels' rhetoric.
Here's where you can do it.
- The kid that was MIA?
- Mm.
MAN: He came through.
GALINDO: Who's the nun?
That's one of the
local Dominicans.
MAN: (speaking
Spanish) Jane Esta muerta.
WOMAN: Please don't retaliate.
GALINDO: Emily!
Emily. Em?
(dramatic chords)
(engine revving)
(hisses)
(engine roaring)
EZ: She okay?
Yeah. Look, she got
banged up pretty bad, right?
They're running tests.
Hey, hey! Stop, man.
We're making sure
there's no internal injuries.
What happened?
The Festival in Santa Madre.
Emily got caught
up in the chaos,
got fucking trampled.
Galindo brought her back here.
- I got to see her, man.
- (sighs) Dude.
El Jefe and his thugs, man.
They're camped out in there.
Please, Franky.
Shit. Come on.
Are you doing any better?
More X-rays.
FRANKY: Thank you, beautiful.
Yeah, you owe me, Rogan.
- Hi, Ezekiel.
- Hey, Rita.
- Appreciate this.
- No worries.
Just a couple of minutes.
You in pain?
Not much.
This was a risk.
I know.
I needed to make
sure you were okay.
I am.
It was my fault.
I pushed my way into the crowd.
I don't remember much.
It's all over the news.
They said...
the rebels murdered a nun.
Yes.
Just doesn't make much sense.
What?
Los Olvidados...
attacking a community
that they're trying to save.
They kidnapped my son.
- I know.
- They're fucking dangerous.
Yeah.
They did it to hurt Miguel.
The Galindo family has...
given a lot of money
to the Catholic church.
I didn't know.
I'm sorry.
(knocking on door)
Okay.
Just let me know if you need me.
Or if you need anything.
EZ.
Have you heard
anything about my son?
No.
RITA: I'm sorry.
I've got to get her
down to orthopedics.
(phone buzzing)
Sup, E?
Shit went down in
Santa Madre last night.
Cartel and the L.O.
Shit.
Okay, not on the cell.
Meet you in the yard.
(sighing)
(thud)
(radio plays faintly)
(music continues)
♪ ♪
Pops?
That you?
You just climb through
the fucking window?
What the fuck?
- You wanted to talk?
- (trigger clicks)
(dramatic music)
♪ ♪
♪ Mother of exiles ♪
♪ The torch of hope ♪
♪ In the toss of the tempest ♪
♪ Threw us medicine's rope ♪
♪ But the brazen giant ♪
♪ Within 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 ♪
♪ ♪
This was you?
And all the bodies?
Yeah.
We were gonna leave
her at the house, but...
seemed a little
bit over the top.
You think?
Who the fuck are you guys?
Lower the weapon.
And sit down.
So... (clears throat)
What do you know about me?
Angel Ignacio Reyes?
Besides your flair
for the dramatic,
not fucking much.
Got from Dennis you
were buying the scripts.
Where is Dennis?
With Mama.
Or...
what's left of her.
Why'd you waste them all?
They did the R.O.E.
Then they unraveled.
Became a liability.
Your club got something to move?
- Not the club.
- So it's your own deal.
Stop wasting my time.
Heroin.
Six keys.
97% pure guero.
30 per.
You got them here?
You ex-military?
Blackwater?
Close enough.
We are...
unfuckable.
Yeah.
I get that.
The H is in Santa Madre.
I can get it here in two hours.
You move your
shit through tunnels.
We do.
We might be able
to make this work.
(speaking Spanish)
(speaking Spanish)
No.
(speaking Spanish)
(speaking Spanish)
(sighs)
(speaking Spanish)
Si.
Well...
MAN: (clears throat)
Sorry to interrupt.
Thought you should know.
Just saw the prospect
walk out of an exam room.
A second later, a
nurse wheeled Emily out.
Well...
it's good to know my
wife is talking to someone.
- You're up early.
- Yeah.
Felipe: You want something?
- Nah, I'm good.
Felipe: Not sure I believe that.
Hear about that
thing in Santa Madre?
The church?
- The club part of that?
- No.
But Emily was there.
She got roughed up pretty bad.
Just went to see her.
Jesus.
She's in trouble, Pop.
I know it.
There's not much
you can do about that.
Her kid being taken...
The feds see it
as an opportunity.
Jimenez wants me to turn her.
Bring her in.
The deal I signed off on...
everything's upside down.
I never wanted any
of this to touch her.
But now...
it might be the only thing
that could keep her safe.
I don't know what to do.
You'd have to tell
her everything, son.
It's too big a risk.
She's been a part of
Galindo's world for many years.
I'm not saying she's
become like him, but...
she's not the same girl
you knew eight years ago.
Yeah.
(somber music)
♪ ♪
(engine revving)
(horn honks)
Follow us.
Why would I do that?
'Cause you're smart.
(speaking Spanish)
♪ ♪
This is fucked up.
They're really smart.
COCO: We got through to Pablo.
Adelita's in the city
letting everybody know
it was Galindo who
fucked up the church.
GILLY: Rebels are
moving camp again.
I got some news that might
take the sting out of this.
Cole paid me a visit.
When?
ANGEL: This
morning. At my house.
Brought Alice with him.
Or at least her head.
- Serious?
- Very serious.
ANGEL: You were right.
They're ex-military.
Marines, Special Forces.
Now they're pretty much
venture mercenaries.
They got contacts
all over the world.
Hook up buyers and
sellers, take a percentage.
That's what he did
with Alice's scripts.
Until the crew got sloppy.
We sure we want to be in
business with these guys?
We already are.
Look, Cole can
move all six keys.
All we gotta do is
earn a little trust.
- Do him a favor.
- Yeah?
How many heads he need?
Just one.
Needs to smuggle a
friend into the States.
An Afghani national.
No-fly list.
Yeah.
Who the hell is this guy?
He's one of the translators.
GILLY: Nuh-uh.
Dude, anybody eating curry
is on the no-fly list.
He's hiding out near
the Sonora border.
We pick him up, blindfold him,
and bring him home
through the underground.
That's a lot of trust.
We got no choice.
This...
this could be a clusterfuck
for Los Olvidados.
Adelita needs that cash.
- I'll go with.
- No. You go back to the ranch.
Cover up that hole better.
See where that tunnel leads.
(engines revving)
Got a few hours
left in the yard.
Just finish up.
Business as usual.
I'll take the prospect with me.
Yeah.
If he ever fucking gets here.
- How's it going?
- Good to see you.
(tense music)
♪ ♪
GALINDO: I apologize
for the suddenness
of my request.
It must be important.
GALINDO: It is, for both of us.
And the person we
have in common.
The hospital.
I'm assuming you
still have some...
nostalgic feelings for Emily?
We have history.
I know you're aware.
I was worried about her.
Meant no disrespect.
There a reason we're
chatting in no-man's-land?
It's pretty desolate, isn't it?
But once the zoning
gets ironed out,
I'm gonna buy this lot
and all adjacent property.
Over 250 acres.
I have commitments from
three big agro companies,
both here and in Sonora
to base operations
out of Santo Padre.
And with that
comes housing,
retail, schools...
Gives this economy
a heartbeat again.
Puts us on the map.
Michael Corleone.
Capitalism.
Wash the blood off
the family money.
Right.
Who are you in that movie?
I'm not sure.
As long as it's not Fredo.
(Galindo chuckles)
(speaking Latin)
(speaking Latin)
Can't be a large percentage
of outlaw bikers
who speak Latin.
Or cartel leaders
saving a migrant
town from extinction.
No, life takes you in so many
unexpected directions.
I'm guessing this
isn't about you and me
bonding over dead languages.
No, it's not.
Just stay away from
my wife, Ezekiel.
Now, with everything
that's happened,
your presence only
complicates things more.
That understood?
(speaking Spanish)
Good.
Well, because next time...
it won't be a
polite conversation.
- Mayor.
- Miguel.
Glad you could make it out.
What's going on, brother?
Thought you were
heading out this morning.
I am.
I talked to Devante
Cano this morning.
He gave me this.
Leader of Los Olvidados.
- It is a woman.
- She looks like a kid.
We'll keep our eyes open.
Yeah, for now, only
the eyes in this room,
until you're convinced
your charter is Judas-free.
Yeah.
Okay.
ANGEL: Who saw
you at the hospital?
EZ: I don't know.
ANGEL: It was
stupid, little brother.
You got to stay away from Emily.
You can't stir shit
up with Galindo.
Not now.
I'm sorry. She just...
She triggers shit, man.
It's like I'm acting on it
before I even know
what the fuck I'm doing.
ANGEL: Chicks.
Look, I know...
keeping this kid thing
from her breaks you in half.
I get it.
But there was nothing
that you could have done
to stop what
happened at the church.
I could tell her the truth.
Yeah, tell her you're
in bed with the crew
that kidnapped her son.
That'll win her back.
We lock this shit down today,
we're one step closer
to pushing out Galindo.
The club wins.
We win.
Then it's all just
putas...
and plata.
(both laughing)
Okay, Pitbull.
ANGEL: Mm-hmm.
(speaking Spanish)
(speaking Spanish)
Gracias.
(speaking Spanish)
EZ: Thought the
rebels get by on...
the shit they borrow and steal.
Why does Adelita
need all this cash?
Next phase of the plan.
Which is?
I just get a little
piece at a time.
When she was a kid...
she saw her whole family
get hacked to pieces.
She's got some trust issues.
Yeah.
Chicks, man.
EZ: Should be at
the end of the block.
(electronic guitar chords)
♪ ♪
Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, wait. Stop here.
Stop here. This has gotta be it.
(edgy music)
♪ ♪
(muffed salsa plays)
♪ ♪
EZ: Red door.
Whose place is this, anyway?
I didn't ask.
(man speaking Spanish)
- Arriba los manos!
- (speaking Spanish)
Adentro!
Shit.
Americans.
Fantastic.
(speaking Spanish)
What the fuck is this?
(both grunting)
In this country,
you respect the badge.
(salsa music continues)
My wife was supposed
to fly back to Kabul
two days ago.
But there were complications
with the pregnancy.
The couple that owns the house,
I asked them to call a doctor.
The doctor was
very, very suspicious.
They called the Policia Estatal.
WOMAN: Yes.
- Their commander, he...
He threatened to kill all of us.
(Spanish rap in background)
♪ ♪
You are brothers.
I like that.
Family.
We are like family too.
This woman needs food and water.
Or she's gonna lose her family.
Your friend there...
The terrorist.
He's not our friend.
And he's not a
fucking terrorist.
We were just sent
to bring him back.
So now you go to the
people that sent you.
Tell them
if they want this
not-a-terrorist
and his pregnant
not-a-terrorist wife,
it will cost them...
$100,000...
American.
Are you fucking kidding me?
No, rude brown Yankee.
I do not kid.
Thank you.
If we send this one,
he may never come back.
This one has heart.
He will come back
for his brother.
What the fuck does that mean?
(car door closes)
You have till morning.
You're not back with the money,
by the time I finish
my café de olla,
I will kill all of them.
Hurry up, Ezekiel.
(phone ringing)
Yeah.
Shit went south with the pickup.
State police were
waiting for us.
Holding the Afghani
and Angel hostage.
- They want 100,000 by morning.
- Jesus.
Do you know how to reach Cole?
Only Angel's got the number.
Fuck.
I can put together
some of the cash.
I just don't know where
I'm gonna get the rest.
Where you at now?
About, uh, a half
hour from the border.
Stay there. I got
to make a call.
I'll tell you where to meet.
CHUCKY: Everything okay, Coco?
COCO: Handle this shit, Chucky.
Where's Coco off
to in such a hurry?
I don't know, Obispo.
He got a call, seemed upset.
I'm worried about our
Johnny "Coco" Cruz.
Why's that?
I think he's going
through a crisis.
I saw him yesterday
at the Olympic Diner.
He was arguing with a
woman, and he chased after her.
OBISPO: What woman?
Young. Latina.
Was this her?
I don't know. Maybe.
I was just driving by
and singing.
I like to sing when I drive.
No particular genre.
TAZA: What time
yesterday, Manos?
Afternoon.
I was picking up the copper
contracts at El Centro.
All right. Thanks.
Yesterday afternoon.
But he said he was
watching Alice's place.
See where he's going.
We all good, Primo?
Yeah, yeah. Just yard stuff.
I'll stay in touch with Devante.
Try to keep Galindo's
head in the game.
Let me know what
happens here, huh?
I will.
Safe trip. (murmurs)
Fucking hate this.
(folk/rock music)
♪ ♪
FELIPE: Beer.
The hell you doing here?
Passing through.
You don't pass
through El Centro.
You drive around.
The mill said you'd
be here, having lunch.
Yeah.
What do you want, Felipe?
Saw your boy yesterday.
Made me think
maybe we should catch up.
Got nothing to say about my boy.
FELIPE: Didn't tell me
about your grandkids.
(rock music)
♪ ♪
COCO: It was a simple pick-up.
Just take the guy
through the tunnels.
The state police, they can
be more brutal than the cartel.
Even if you were
to find the money,
they'd just take it
and still kill everyone.
If we don't try something,
that'll happen for sure.
This buyer is for real.
We got to make this deal work.
Fuck the buyer.
Angel is there because of you.
He needs your help.
What do we have
to do to get that?
Do I slit my throat?
Throw acid on his face?
Don't you dare to compare this.
He's my fucking brother.
I'll do whatever I have to do.
The heroin.
We can use that instead
of the cash, I mean,
they're dirty cops, right?
They could unload
it on the streets.
I know this heroin gets
you the money you need.
But you need Angel more.
Please.
(speaking Spanish)
(speaking Spanish)
Go find Pablo.
(grunting)
(panting)
Oh... shit.
(pop music playing)
♪ ♪
- You looking for Vicki?
- Nah.
Hey, Gilly.
- What's going on?
- Not much.
Didn't know you
were gonna be here.
Just come and get the cripple.
You crawl here?
GILLY: Nah.
I'm gonna clean up real quick.
Maybe get me a quick blowy.
Where's his ride?
I don't know.
(knocking)
I hear you're being discharged.
Yes.
Discharged usually
requires opening the door.
One minute.
Please.
Do you know the...
Mexican fairytale,
The Forbidden Room?
La Camara Prohibida?
Really?
You want to share a fairytale?
I'm not the enemy, Emily.
I think sometimes you see me
as the man behind the curtain,
pulling strings.
I assure you
every decision I make,
every word of advice I give,
is in the best
interest of this family.
Your input about the rebels...
Was very smart.
And very effective.
But you have to understand
that if you want
to be a part of that,
you can't pick and
choose what you like.
You accept all of it
or you walk away from it.
Anything else
will undermine what
Miguel has to do.
I know my husband
can be ruthless.
I saw that side of him
before we were married.
But he has a brilliant mind
and a compassionate
heart, and...
Those traits have
always balanced out
the familial instincts.
Kept him even. He
knew who he was
in both worlds.
And that...
- has shifted?
- Yes.
Since Cristobal was taken...
That balance is gone.
Miguel swings
between volatile rage,
wanting revenge, and then...
He crashes.
Becomes inconsolable.
He may put on that rey
del cartel mask for his men,
but I see what's happening.
His markers have all been moved.
So right now it doesn't matter
if I accept or walk
away from anything.
My husband is lost, Devante.
And I don't know what to say.
Or how to help.
You're bold, Emily.
Truth is,
sometimes a little too
bold for my comfort.
But that's my problem.
Miguel loves that side of you.
And I understand why.
I know how...
brutally painful this
has been for you.
But you need to talk to him.
Tell him everything.
Secrets kill love.
Trust me on that.
John only had it half-right.
The truth doesn't set you free.
The ugly truth does.
Miguel...
Cannot be the man he needs to be
without you.
Let us know when
you're ready to leave.
(dogs barking)
(chatter)
(speaking Spanish)
(indistinct command)
(speaking Spanish)
(speaking Spanish)
(man singing in Spanish)
♪ ♪
Are these your friend's?
No. They're mine.
And this?
- Your payment.
- It's almost 100% pure.
Could step on it a
half-dozen times.
It's over 100K on the street.
Well, if you are drug lords,
then where's the cash?
We found the heroin.
(chuckles)
(speaking Spanish)
(speaking Spanish)
(phone beeping)
(phone buzzing)
Yeah?
Hey, I followed Coco
to the warehouse.
I walked the tunnels.
I'm not sure which exit he took.
You want me to wait here?
Uh, no.
MAN: Hey...
Come on back.
- Welcome home, Creep.
- Thanks, brother.
Where's Coco?
No idea.
(phone buzzing)
(speaking Spanish)
Their heroin is pure.
I will accept it as payment.
(speaking Spanish)
However, you,
I take with me.
Fuck that. You got paid.
Oof!
MAN: Hey, hey!
- Stop it!
If you don't keep your word,
you'll suffer the consequences.
(speaking Spanish)
We'll show you
what suffering is.
(whistles)
(speaking Spanish)
(thud) (whistles)
(speaking Spanish)
(shrill whistle)
(gunshots)
(speaking Spanish)
(all speaking Spanish)
(rapid gunfire)
(shrill whistle)
(speaking Spanish)
(gunfire)
(dogs barking)
(speaking Spanish)
(distant whistles)
I'm sorry. This went bad.
Thank you.
Don't do this again.
She doesn't want
me to do that again.
So don't.
We made it, man.
As-salamu alaykum.
And look at you.
Get them to the truck.
WOMAN: Thank
you. MAN: Thank you.
Thank you so much.
WOMAN: So much.
MAN: You saved us.
Damn.
We didn't know any of that
shit went down in Sonora.
I know.
Glad it all worked out.
I can get you 50K.
For each of those keys.
That's... that's great,
man. Thank you.
You treat us good,
we'll treat you better.
You treat us bad...
We'll treat you worse.
(squish)
I'll be in touch.
You think I can get
my dick in her mouth?
Jesus.
You really need help, man.
Come on, like you guys
weren't thinking the same thing?
(phone clicking softly)
- (low chatter)
- (soft clicking)
(engine turns)
(indistinct chatter)
(rock music)
♪ ♪
You in need of
high-end scrap, mayor?
What is it?
Had a meeting
with Galindo today.
The border property.
He said that if I didn't
amend the zoning restrictions,
fudge the PA shit...
He threatened to hurt you?
No, he said he
would take the project
out of the county.
Santo Padre would get nothing.
All the shit that I've done,
all the rules that I bent
to make this happen...
Give it a minute.
Galindo's dealing
with a family thing.
He might be
overreacting to shit.
What the fuck does that mean?
His son was kidnapped last week.
The rebels.
He's unglued.
Jesus Christ.
Sorry you keep
catching the heat of this.
(huffs) What happens
if Galindo's kid is...
Shit.
If this guy comes unhinged...
I know.
Hey.
I'll let you know
how it plays out.
Hey.
I got you, Antonia.
- Jefe.
- Where you boys been?
Ah, just bullshitting.
Stuff at the house.
You left in a hurry, Coco.
Yeah, my girl, her
pipe broke at her place.
Had to bail her out.
She can't swim?
(all laughing)
Keep Coco close.
Angel, too.
Hey.
I'm sorry.
The guy with the
freaky hands let me in.
I... I just thought
it best I wait inside.
Yeah, of course.
How'd you get here?
Franky.
He's waiting for me
around the corner.
I know I shouldn't...
be here, I...
- No, it's...
- I just...
I can't shake this feeling, EZ.
What's going on?
When you went inside...
shut me out...
The abortion...
I did it out of spite.
No, Em.
Yeah, I was an idiot.
You had to take
care of yourself.
I did it to hurt you.
I used it to hurt you.
Cristobal being taken,
I can't help but feel...
it is my fault, it
is my punishment
for what I did to
you. For what I...
(sobbing)
It's not your fault.
God, it's not on you.
I don't know who I
am anymore, I don't...
I'm here.
Em...
(whispering) I have
to tell you something.
(hinges creaking)
Shit.
Sorry.
Franky's waiting, so I should...
I should go.
Emily...
- What are you doing?
- She came to me.
- Even worse.
- She's all fucked up, Angel.
- That's not your worry.
- And that's not your call!
When we finish this
thing with Adelita,
you can go tear up all the
high school pussy you want.
But until then, seeing her?
It's a bad fucking idea.
Don't do it.
(glass shatters)
- Sorry, Mom.
- Sorry.
(chuckles)
I was a fat little fucker.
(both chuckling)
I hear you...
about Emily.
I got your back, Angel,
no matter what.
I know.
I got you too, hermanito.
(chuckling)
I gotta call Adelita.
Let her know we got a buyer.
You and Adelita.
Nothing.
We're just business partners.
(tires screeching)
What are you doing here?
I visited your old man today.
What? Why?
I wanted to feel closer...
to family.
My real name is Ignacio Cortina.
I was an inspector
for División
Antidrogas Federales.
Late '70s, early '80s.
My partner and I...
We did some...
very bad things
for some very bad people.
Jesus.
I've done everything
in my power...
To keep myself and
my family from that life.
Please don't make me
become that man again.
Don't fuck with my family
or I'll ruin you.
And everything you love.
What are you talking about?
Hey. Felipe!
(phone buzzing)
Fuck.
Where have you been?
Had to clear my head.
Took an Uber.
(soft acoustic guitar)
♪ ♪
You're smoking a lot.
Where did you go?
I just needed to
be alone for a while.
Alone with EZ.
I know he came to the
hospital this morning.
Just for a minute.
He heard what
happened. It was nothing.
Please don't get
into strangers' cars.
We don't Uber.
Why don't you just make a list
of what I can and can't do?
I need to know where you are
so I can keep you safe.
As safe as you kept Cristobal?
Why couldn't you
keep our son safe?
He was with his mother.
I thought he was
safe. I was wrong.
You let them take my son.
Take that back.
The truth can't be taken back.
(cries out)
(shrieking)
You gonna beat me, Jefe?
Like your daddy
used to beat Dita?
- Don't.
- Or what?
You gonna cave my
head in with a baseball bat?
Am I Galindo's little puta?
Ah...
♪ ♪
(singing in Spanish)
♪ ♪
(grunting)
(both moaning)