Mayans M.C. (2018–…): Season 1, Episode 7 - Cucaracha/K'uruch - full transcript

New secrets are brought to light, putting the M.C. at odds.

FELIPE: Previously
on Mayans M.C...

I'm your grandmother, kid.

Do the bastard math.

You see this?

She stole the fucking
car from Grandma.

P.D.'s looking for a felon.

Of course she did.

(suspenseful music)

JIMENEZ: Your partner?

FELIPE: Pedro the Thorn.

- He make it out?
- I don't know.

Don't know if he
wanted to get out.

If you don't trust me by
now, Adelita, you never will.

I need to know everything.

GALINDO: Prep the money.

MAN: I understand
this is inconvenient,

but we need to check that baby.

♪ ♪

- (baby fussing)
- Mr. Galindo,

don't make this
worse than it is.

BISHOP: We'll keep
Angel and Coco close

a couple more weeks.

Prove to Alvarez there's
no fucking mole at our table.

Bishop thinks Coco's
the fucking mole.

That's why he's
been separating us.

Where's Coco now?

♪ ♪

(distant pop music
playing over radio)

♪ ♪

Alvarez say why the family
was at the Calexico checkpoint?

BISHOP: All Devante told
him was that Galindo got pulled

into a back room
by Border Patrol.

No one's telling him shit.

- Feds?
- Feels like it.

(door closes)

Sorry, I was hoping
I'd get a minute.

I got to tell you something.

What's going on?

It's, uh...

It's fucking tricky.

Now, I don't want to...

You know, if I...

Telling you this makes
me feel like a snitch.

With all the shit going on,

if I don't say
something, then I...

Fucking say it, Angel.

(sighs, clears throat)

Last week, at the Reed ranch,

we went after Dennis

and chased him onto Riz's land.

About 50 yards
in, we hit soft earth.

Gilly dropped into a hole.

That's why we lost Dennis.

What kind of hole?

We thought it was a fox
den or a sinkhole at first,

but we checked it
out a few days later.

It was an old tunnel.


But it led to another tunnel,

an active one.

Working lights.

Fresh prints.

A tunnel to where?

Southern end led
to a locked hatch

about a half mile into Mexico.

The other end led
to a storm cellar...

At the Ariza house.

Vicki's place.

Bishop, I'm sorry we didn't...

I'm sorry we didn't tell
you about this right away.

You know, we were
just trying to figure out

the right thing to do.

The shit spinning
with the rebels,

Galindo worrying about a mole...

we knew this could
throw a lot of heat at Riz.

You did the right thing.

We'll figure it out.

For now...

we should just
keep it in this room.



(Mexican rock music)

(man singing in Spanish)

♪ ♪

(cell phone vibrating)

♪ ♪

(song continues over radio)

♪ ♪

(knocking on door)

♪ ♪

Need you, prospect. Warehouse.

♪ ♪

(door closes)

(song continues)

♪ ♪

Thank you, Ezekiel.

♪ ♪

(Galindo scoffs)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

We're in America.

We should speak English.

Do you have other siblings?


After the two of
us, my folks knew

they reached perfection.


(both laughing)

How long since
your mother passed?

Almost nine years.

Your father didn't remarry?

For him...

She's still very much there.

Literally. In a jar.


it's creepy as fuck.


He likes talking to her.

Pull over.

On the left.

(cicadas buzzing)

What's she doing on this side?

Let's find Coco and Gilly.

I'll tell you what I know.

(engine turns over)

(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 ♪

♪ Every howl ♪

♪ Marks the dead ♪

♪ 'Cause a beaten dog ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Never forgets ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Never forgets ♪

♪ ♪

Shit, that all goes down today?

- Yeah.
- How long the rebels been

planning all that?

(door opens)

RIZ: Morning, brothers.

Bikes are in the pit, prospect.


I got to bounce something
else off you guys.



- She's very hungry.
- Yeah, she is.

- What are you doing here?
- Coco told me to come by.

Not sure why.

Had Captain Handjob pick me up.

I'm gonna make
her some breakfast.

Eggs sunny-side, toast,

lots of butter, and
magic huckleberry jam.

(chuckles) Yeah.

BISHOP: Alvarez
is on his way down.

Hopefully we'll know
more by the time he rolls in.

But Galindo's a dual citizen.

They're not just gonna
hold him for no reason.

Why the fuck aren't his
lawyers crawling up their ass?

Maybe they can't
find the right ass.

(all chuckle)

-We still making
the run? TAZ: Yeah.

Business as usual.

Maybe we should keep
some manpower here,

in case we hear from Galindo.

Makes sense.


Why don't you hang here?


(smacks lips) Okay.

(upbeat pop music
playing over radio)

♪ ♪

Hey, bro.

(indistinct chatter)

♪ ♪

My brothers...

Want you to meet Letty.

- She's my kid.
- Whoa.

RIZ: (laughs) Riz. LETICIA: Hi.

RIZ: Nice to meet
you. LETICIA: You too.

TAZA: Hey, I'm Taza.
Nice to meet you.

Chucky. The girl.

Yes, that's the one.

It's his daughter.
She likes my jam.

I didn't know you
had another kid.

Yeah, well, I fucked up
things pretty bad with her.

I'm trying to fix that.

Let him spend the
day with his kid.

- Hey.
- Yeah?

Hang with your kid.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.


Hey, prospect.

You're with us.

Reaper run.


♪ ♪

(song increases in volume)

(engines roaring)

(song continues)

♪ ♪

Buenos días, my angel.

(soft music)

♪ ♪

Was this her favorite jar?

♪ ♪

Who the fuck are you?

♪ ♪

I'm just a girl.


♪ ♪

A girl who also
lives with ghosts.

♪ ♪


We have a lot in common.

♪ ♪

Where'd you get this?

My father.

It was in a box...

hidden inside a heating vent.

The same vent where
I watched the cartel

slaughter him, my mother,

and my baby brother.

♪ ♪



♪ ♪

You're Pedro's kid.

♪ ♪

People know me as Adelita.

♪ ♪

The rebel?

♪ ♪

How did you find me?

♪ ♪

Your sons.

♪ ♪

They're helping our cause.


They know you're here?


♪ ♪

They don't know how
we are connected.

♪ ♪

Angel thinks...

meeting me was a
random act of fate.

♪ ♪

But we know better.

I don't know shit.

♪ ♪

Just tell me what
the hell you want.

♪ ♪

My father...

left Mexico in 1988.

♪ ♪

Fled to Venezuela.

♪ ♪

New name,

new life.

Met my mother.

After a few years, I was born.

On the day before
my sixth birthday...

the Galindos' henchmen
kicked down our doors.

♪ ♪

My mother hid me

in an old heating vent.

♪ ♪

(voice breaking) She didn't
have time to hide my brother.

♪ ♪

They made my father watch

as they hacked his wife

and son to pieces.

The man in charge, he gloated.

Said my father was
betrayed by a friend.

♪ ♪

A sacred trust.

They chopped off his head...

♪ ♪

And laughed.

♪ ♪

(softly) Fuck.

The sacred trust...

of a partner.

♪ ♪

And you think I
sold out your father.

♪ ♪

And you're here to kill me.

♪ ♪

Don't shoot me in the back.

♪ ♪

There's something
you might want to see.

♪ ♪

Sit down.

♪ ♪


The whole picture.

BOWEN: Yep, come on in.



Look like you might
need a few more sick days.

I'm fine.

EZ delivers a bag today.

I just want to let you
know that I'm gonna...

It's too late.

It's done.

This AUSA... they want Reyes.

What the fuck are
you talking about?

Himler's gonna be my
point man for EZ Reyes

from here on.

You're too close. I'm sending
you back to San Diego.

And what happened to EZ?

I got Himler to put out a BOLO.

- We're gonna bring Reyes in.
- With local cops?

That shit will expose him.

- The M.C. could...
- This is not my worry.


Just another dead Mexican.

Probably get a bonus for
that in this administration.

Get the fuck out.

We were animals.

We sold our soul to the cartel.

This was just
another day on the job.

I can't even
remember their names.

Marisol was pregnant with Angel.

I was done.

I had to get her out.

Your father was
single and young.

He wasn't ready
to leave the money.

I never knew what
happened to him.


who else could have
known where he was?

Maybe the one
who took the picture.

We were always together.


We were just trying
to find a way to fit in.


took another path.

He was the only one
that knew where I was.

He helped me
create Felipe Reyes.

He may have done
the same for your father.

The sacred trust...

of a priest.


Do you know the bishop?


(coughing, gasping)

That feels like a "yes."



If you're gonna kill me...

please don't do it here.

I don't want my home to
have the same bad memories

as my shop.

♪ ♪

ADELITA: May I borrow this?

♪ ♪

I'm sorry.

So am I.

♪ ♪

Was my father...

really an animal?

♪ ♪

We didn't start out that way.

♪ ♪

We just chose the wrong family.

♪ ♪

(door opens, closes)

♪ ♪

(engines rumbling)


- (men laughing)
- What's up, brother?

- How was your ride?
- It was great, man.

- How are you? How's the family?
- Good.

(cell phone rings)

- How you doing, brother?
- Great.

- Everything good?
- Yeah.

As promised.

(indistinct chatter)

- It's clean.
- Good.

- All right, let's show 'em.
- Right on.

(cell phone rings)

Look at that.

MAN: Look at you guys,
always with the good stuff.


Where are you?

I'm on the road.

- What's up?
- Bowen is pulling our deal.

You're in the wind.


I'm not giving up, EZ.

It's probably done, anyhow.

Galindo was picked up
at the border last night.

Calexico East.

- Not sure who has him.
- Jesus.

Don't cave on me, cuz.

You need to steer
clear of the Mayans.

They put out a BOLO.

I'm not sure how
much the cops know,

but you don't want them
talking about it in front of a patch.

I'll check in when I know more.

(line clicks)

(engine turns over)

(tense music)

♪ ♪

(men laughing)

(men shouting)

♪ ♪


(man shouts in Spanish)

♪ ♪



(indistinct chatter)

♪ ♪

(engines rumbling)

Dispatch, this is
California 6-2-5-78.

I have eyes on a possible BOLO.

(tires squealing)

Yeah, I-I got to find
a bigger place, mi'ja.

You know, it might
take a minute, but...

But I promise I'll...

I'm gonna get you out of here.

Oh, isn't this precious.

She needs a key, Mom.

I gave you money
for all that shit.

No wonder she's starving.
I told you to buy some food.

It's been kind of hard to
do anything without a car.

Cops called this morning.

Found my Chevy in a field

near the border...

a dead body in
the fucking trunk!

- Wow, anyone you know?
- Fuck you!


I know she was
the one who took it.

Then why'd you report it stolen?

To teach you a goddamn lesson.

So I don't grow up
to be a stupid whore

with dead bodies in my trunk.

- Hmm?
- Mom, come... come on.

I mean, hey, enough.
I'll get you another car.

Oh, no, no, no.

That's not the only thing
you're gonna get me.

All I have to do is tell the
cops it was you that took it.

They'll see your record,

nice little uniform.

How do you think
that's gonna go over?

He didn't take the car...

I'm doing my best to
make this work, Celia.

I-I-I get it, you...
you hate me.

I'm the shit son.

But I need some help.

You got to meet me halfway.

For her sake.

Why should I?

You don't give a shit about me.

You never call.

Never help me out.

Only fucking reason
you're here now...

is 'cause of her.


(door closes)

- Sorry, I-I was just...
- No, it's... it's okay.

Just give her a lot of room.

- Okay?
- Okay.

Stay out of her way.

I'll check in later, yeah?


(door closes)

He give you money?

Why do you care?

Give it to me.

Crazy fucking bitch!

You think this is gonna last?


Papí ain't gonna be
around much longer, mi'ja.

Ain't in his nature.

So, if you want to
keep this coming...

you better get that
tight little twat out

into the street.

Earn your shit!

(sobbing quietly)

(water running)

(knob squeaks, water stops)

(breathing shakily)

MAN: California 6-2-5-78,

I'm approaching
the rendezvous point.

We have open road.

MAN (over radio):
10-4. Backup is waiting.

(engines revving)

(siren wailing)

(engine rumbling)


MAN (through
speaker): Pull over.

Pull over.

(sirens wailing)

Ah, shit.

(wailing stops)

We "yes, sir" our
way out of this.

Don't give them a
reason to search, huh?

(sighs) Fuck.

GILLY: Easy, prospect.

That him?

Yeah, let's wait for
backup. These guys...

(engine revving)



Fuck's he doing?

Get off the bike!

Now! Park it!

You're looking for EZ Reyes.

That's me.

(engine rumbling)

(upbeat rock music)

(both laugh)

- (sirens wailing)
- Ah, shit.


♪ ♪

♪ Listen to Little Willie G... ♪

(speaking indistinctly)

♪ I bet we can save
the whole world ♪

♪ Listen to me one time ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Everybody ♪

♪ Needs somebody ♪

♪ Everybody ♪

♪ Needs somebody to love ♪

♪ Somebody to love, now ♪

♪ Somebody to kiss ♪

(sirens approaching)

♪ Someone to miss, now ♪

♪ Someone to please ♪

- (sirens wailing)
- ♪ Someone to tease, now ♪

♪ And I need you, you, you ♪

♪ I need you, you, you ♪

♪ I need you, you, you ♪

♪ I need you, you ♪

(tires screeching)

♪ Sometimes I feel like ♪

On the ground!


Off the bike!

On the ground!



♪ I need you, you, you ♪

♪ I need you, you, you ♪

- On the ground!
- Aah!

Stop resisting!

♪ I need you, you, you ♪

Stop fighting!

♪ ♪

(indistinct chatter,
bell ringing)

- Anything from the lawyer?
- (sighs)


Legal hierarchy
at the border now...

(scoffs) It's fucking chaos.

Idiots dictating policy.

Making shit up as they go along.

Covering their ass so
they don't take the hit

when the emperor
shits his new clothes.

Think it's the Feds?


I did.

At first.

But now...

18 hours, no word...

Feds would love to posture.

They couldn't go this long
without swinging their dicks.

Forgive me.

- (sighs)
- (sniffles)

(keypad beeping)

(panel beeps)

Come on, shit.

(door rattling)

(upbeat Hispanic
music playing over radio)

POTTER: Idiot.


♪ ♪

I say if a man can't be trusted

to remember
five simple digits...

(door rattling)

Let him in.

(knocking on door)

♪ ♪

(knocking continues)

POTTER: 9-1-6-1-0.


September 16, 1810.

Mexico's cry of independence.

I thought that was
Cinco de Mayo.

(all snickering)


Any word on Reyes?

- CHP just picked him up.
- Hmm.

(knocking on door)

-Is no one informed?
JIMENEZ: It's Agent Jimenez!

I got some information
you're gonna want to hear!

- Shit.
- (door opens)

What the hell are
you doing here? Huh?

(overlapping speech)

Finally, a little fire.

Agent Kevin Jimenez.

Lincoln Potter.

Agent Jimenez is off this case

and a heartbeat away
from losing his badge.

- I think he's aware of that.
- I am, sir.

But I've invested over two years

setting up the
investigation into Galindo.

To pull it from me
now and burn EZ Reyes

is a huge mistake.

That's very passionate
rhetoric, Agent Jimenez, but...

An hour ago, I
got intel from EZ.

He told me Galindo
was being detained

at Calexico East.

He's off the grid.

Not us.

It's... it's probably bullshit.

HIMLER: It's not.
Galindo hasn't pinged

in over 26 hours.

No calls, charges, Internet.

He is off the grid.

Check with your agencies.

See if anyone scooped him up.

Get teams on homes
and businesses.

Let's find him.

What about EZ Reyes?

Until we know more,

we drop the BOLO.

Your deal is still in play.

For now.


- Thank you.
- Agent...

(overlapping chatter)

You should get some rest.

Maybe reacquaint yourself
with the practice of hygiene.

(door closes)

(music resumes)

(man singing in Spanish)

♪ ♪

-(door buzzes) WOMAN: Galindo.

(handcuffs clicking)

Step up.

Hands on the fence.

Back it up.

(door buzzes in the distance)

Where are you taking me?

(door opens)

(door closes)

- What is this place?
- Just go.

Wait here.

off the restraints.

(dramatic music)

♪ ♪

(handcuffs clicking)

Thank you.

♪ ♪

- You know who I am?
- I know.

Where's my son?



Your family also.


If this was just about...

I assume I'd already be dead.

- I'm not here to kill you.
- No.

But you're here to
plant drugs on me

and torture my family.

The Galindo Cartel...

slaughtered my mother...

my father...

and my brother.


Is that what this is?



is just the match.

You know that.

Fire is much more complicated.

- I know you want me dead.
- (chuckles)

Think I'm...

What do you want?


You really think I would
cooperate with terrorists?

No more than I'd cooperate

with psychopaths

and nun-killers.

Please, sit.

(phone line ringing)


Your poppies...

in the mountains of Guerrero.

Your refinery in Ixtapa.

Your distribution
hubs in Sonora.

Why are you showing me all this?


MAN (over radio): Florentino.

ADELITA: Cosette.

MAN (over radio): Cosette.


ADELITA: Marius y Fermina.

MAN (over radio):
Marius, Fermina.

(series of explosions)

ADELITA: It's in real time.

Use the phone.

Confirm it if you like.


(fire crackling)

Burning a few fields.
Blowing up some trucks.

You think that matters?

Impacts my business?

- No.
- No.

ADELITA: Each of
these is also a call away.

It's your entire operation.

If they go...

it will matter.

It'll cripple you.

Enough to allow Lobo Sonora

and fringe players to move in.

Usurp your business.

All that happens

while you are in the U.S. courts

fighting a
drug-trafficking charge.

You took my son...

to set me up for all this.


(tense music)

To force my hand.


♪ ♪

To show what our
hands can do together.

If the Galindo Cartel falls,

another will take its place.

Violence continues.

Corruption still thrives.

Our government...

Every branch...

every level...

is infected.

Social services, education,

health care.

The money never ends up helping

the people who need it.

Lopez Obrador won't
change anything.

We know we can't defeat evil.

All we can do...

is point it in the
right direction.

Let evil...

feed our children,

care for our sick.

We let...

the devil...

secure our future.

And I'm that devil.

♪ ♪

Los Olvidados is everywhere.

We are 2,000 strong

and growing every day.

We become your eyes.

Your ears.

Your weapons.

♪ ♪

You continue to...

distance yourself
from the blood.

♪ ♪

In return...

You give us a
piece of the profit.

Help us put it in the hands

of the people who need it.

The system...

is broken.


we create a new one.



The things we've done...

our hatred...

runs deep.

How do we ever trust...


♪ ♪

We begin by telling the truth.

My name...

is Luisa Espina.

And until we earn...

that trust...

♪ ♪

We'll need a third party.

Someone with a
vested interest...

in keeping us honest.

I'll let you give
it some thought.

♪ ♪

(door closes)

♪ ♪

Before we knew it,
prospect circled back,

said something to the
cops, was in the wind.

-It was a solitary decision.
TAZA: He had no bedroll.

He knew it was just
a harassment stop.

What were they gonna get him on?

Maybe reckless
driving, speeding.

Pulls the heat away from this.

Little brother's got some balls.

Little brother's here.

Just walked in.

Send him back.

RIZ: (sniffs) All right.


- Shit.
- (grunts)

What happened?

I let them catch me when
I was clear of the club.

Weren't gonna do the paperwork
for a stack of misdemeanors.

Took their pound of flesh.

You're a smart kid, EZ.

Putting yourself on
the line for the club,

that's commendable.

But it was also impulsive
and fucking rogue.

The kind of shit
that will get you killed

and, more importantly,
get one of us killed.


If it happens again...

you're done.

And what comes with that
will make the CHP beat-down

feel like a day at the spa.

Get out of here.

How much more
time does he have left?

(sighs) About eight months.

Got a feeling it's gonna
be a very long eight months.

(all chuckle)

Watch it, bro.

Hey, guys, I'm gonna
head over to Vicki's.

(approaching car engine)

EZ Peasy!

- Oh, my God.
- (breathing heavily)

Come on.



She just called me
twenty minutes ago.

What happened?


She almost killed me.

(sniffling, weeping)

(door opens)

(Coco murmurs)

Your mom.

Clean her up.

(dark music)

♪ ♪

Should we go with?

Ain't our business.

(engine turns over, revs)

(engine roaring)

♪ ♪

(door opens)

(baby coos)


(soft acoustic guitar)

You're free to go.

♪ ♪



♪ ♪

We'll be in touch.

(door opens)

He's home.

Where? What happened?

(baby fussing)

He's here?

(baby fussing)

He's really here. (weeping)

He's home.

My baby... (kissing)


(soft acoustic guitar)

♪ ♪

(roaches crunching underfoot)

(baby fussing)


♪ ♪



(door opens, hinges creak)

What the hell?

Need a hand there, brother?

♪ ♪

(lively Hispanic music
playing over radio)

♪ ♪

(slamming on door)


(slamming continues)

(women singing in Spanish)

♪ ♪

Jesus Christ, what
the hell is wrong...


(coughing, spitting)

You fucking piece of...

You're fucking crazy.

Cops are gonna know...

you took my car.

Add assault to that.

I'm gonna fucking bury you.

I'm gonna fucking bury you!

I believe you would, Mom.

Coco, I'm gonna
fucking bury you...


(splashing stops)

♪ ♪

(door opens)


You up?

(hinges squeak)


(mellow electric guitar)


♪ ♪

(song continues over radio)

(smooching noises)

(laughing, smooching)

♪ ♪

(man singing in Spanish)

♪ ♪

(music cuts off)

- Jesus.
- (Nestor murmurs)

It's probably just
another brown-out.


NESTOR: Paco's on it.

- (baby fussing)
- Shh...

- (baby babbling)
- It's okay.

murmuring in Spanish)

(dark, tense music)

♪ ♪


♪ ♪

(hinges creaking)




(distant clattering)



(police radio chatter)

MAN: Whoa, whoa,
whoa! Hold it right there.

evening, Mrs. Galindo.

Or is it Ms. Thomas?



(baby whimpers)


(woman singing in Spanish)

(indistinct chatter)

♪ ♪

(baby crying)

♪ ♪