Mayans M.C. (2018–…): Season 1, Episode 9 - Serpiente/Chikchan - full transcript

The bond of the Reyes blood is fractured, and the Galindo family decides to cut its losses.

Previously on "Mayans M.C."...

We picked up Galindo
because of your intel.

After you promised me that my
men wouldn't be compromised.

But I get plenty more intel,

so maybe you can
wait a few days,

read about it on WikiLeaks.

This is very unsettling.

What is this?

The ramblings of
a beautiful mind.

What are you doing, EZ?

They own us, Miguel.

They can touch
everything we have,

everyone we know.

Not everyone.

I've got 2,000
forgotten soldiers

just waiting for a
devil to lead them.

My father was
betrayed by a friend.

A sacred trust.

They chopped off his head.

There's something
you might want to see.

Do you know the Bishop?


Who is it?

Holy shit.

Faces on the ground!

Hands behind
your head right now!

(rattlesnake rattles)

(tense music)

♪ ♪

How 'bout our call?

How about the dead
fucking body in your trunk?

Who is it?

Don't know.

We didn't put it there.
- Really?

Someone planted an
old, fat chick in your car?

Maybe it was your overambitious

and under-informed partner.

Jesus, man.

I don't know how we look
the other way on this one.

Hey, Rogan.

Come here.

Bishop will talk to Peña.

We'll figure this out.

What's going on?

Apparently the Reyes boys

stumbled into a
Homeland Security issue.

That body in the
trunk isn't theirs.

Then whose is it?

I mean, we haven't
even ID'd the body yet.

Who's this?

We'll sort it out from here.

Apologize for the inconvenience.

I'll walk you through it.
- Come on.

Ah, good evening, gentlemen.

Lovely night for a walk.

You were outside the scrapyard.

Aw, there's that
beautiful mind at work.

Where's Rogan?

The Santo Padre police are

busy processing
your release papers.

My name is Lincoln Potter.

I am an assistant U.S. attorney.

We... we heard
about your situation

over the police band.

- Release papers?
- Yes.

If this goes well,
our conversation.

Our bond.

We want a lawyer.

- Hmm.
- Don't say anything.

There was a dead body
in the trunk of the car

you were driving.

That car belongs to
another member of your M.C.

I'm sure there's Mayan
DNA everywhere.

Should I go on?

Your brother, Ezekiel,

made a deal with the
DEA while incarcerated.

It was put on the table by
an agent Kevin Jimenez.

Your second cousin, yes?

What are you doing?

EZ feeds Jimenez information
on the Galindo Cartel

about their heroin empire...

but as you know,

life on the border,
so unpredictable.

Miguel Galindo is
no longer our focus.

The escalating dissent in Mexico

has shifted all priorities.

Which means...

Your deal is irrelevant.

And because you haven't
accrued enough points,

they'll put you back inside,

and I'm afraid there's
a real possibility

your involvement
with the authorities

could be exposed and, of course,

with that comes an
agonizing, shiv-related end.

But if that was gonna happen,

you wouldn't be inside our cell.

That is correct, Angel.

I come here with an opportunity.

One that's good for your brother

and therefore you as well.

An ideology has manifested

that threatens tranquility
on both sides of the border.

Because of your...

unique, street level skill sets,

we feel it's something

you could handle far
better than we could.

What the fuck does that mean?

That means you
do the patriotic thing.

I wouldn't ask you

to do anything that
you haven't done before.

You do this for us...

you help with this

and you won't need to
accrue points, Ezekiel,

because the deal will
never have existed.

I will wipe it clean!

You will be free and clear.

I'll be in touch
with the details.

You're free to go.

So we just walk out of here?


We'll hold on to the dead body
in case you change your mind,

and then you'll both be in jail.

When EZ's exposed,
the M.C. will assume

the brother, the blood
that brought him in,

will have known about it,

and we'll be right
back to where we were,

that agonizing
death for both of you.

Poor Felipe.

No wife.

No sons.

You're fucking evil.


That's a little
Eye of Sauron-ish,

don't you think?

Telling both of you made sense.

That way I get two problem
solvers for the price of one.

As long as brother
doesn't kill you.

Oh, this is probably
worth mentioning.

EZ wouldn't make the deal

unless there was a
familial protection clause.

Nothing he gave the DEA

could ever be used
against you or the M.C.

So, you know, there's that.

A little bro-on-bro love.

We'll speak soon, gentlemen.

(somber music)

♪ ♪

Please, you got
to let me explain.

Get out.


Get up.

(snake hisses)


(grunts, groans)

Get up!


Get up!


"I just want to be home, Angel.

"Be with you and Pop.

"Be part of something.

Maybe there's a spot
for me in the club."

You lied to me!

You fucking played me!

That asshole was right.

The club will think
I was a part of it.

They won't think I would
be that fucking estupido

that I would let my own baby
brother fucking betray me.

Not like this!

What does Pop know?

Of course he knows.

He had no choice, this was...

Shut the fuck up!


(snake rattles)

(rattle clicking)

(rattle clicking)

(engine turns over)

La sangre, la sangre.

(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 U.S. 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 ♪

♪ ♪

(chickens clucking)

(knocking at door)


I'm looking for Angel.

It's my brother.

I'm EZ.

This is Coco.

Sorry about your mom.

That guy's wound a little tight.


He just got back from Iraq,

but he's cool though.

He knows a lot about guns.

Helped me get this.

You sure about
this, little brother?


It's just for protection.

From what?

You really gonna ask me that?


You gotta let this shit go, man.

You keep going
deeper down this hole...

I know. I can't help it.

It was a junkie who killed
Mom looking for cash.

That's what the cops said...
- There was no money taken.

I know!

It doesn't make sense.

That's the whole
fucking point, Ezekiel.

It's fucked up.

You... you can't figure it out.

It's not a fucking math problem.

Whoever it was,
they're long gone.

The Wildcat sticker was
from El Centro High School.

The car belongs to a local.
- Jesus fucking Christ.


Don't make me
sorry I got you that.


(furniture squeals)

(footsteps echo)

He was good, wasn't he?

If he didn't get
an academic ride,

that slider would have
gotten him into any school.

What are you doing here?

Not much of me on these
shelves is there, Pop?

It's not your fault.

'Cause I haven't done
much for you to be proud of.

What happened?

When I was a kid...

I used to have this fear...

That someone would
break into the house,

put a gun up to your head,

and to Mom's head...

Make me choose...

Which one lives,

which one gets their
brains blown out.

Fucked up...

isn't it?

Where's your brother?

Where is my brother?

(speaks Spanish)


I found out about
his DEA deal tonight.

You chose him over me.

You always have.

EZ wouldn't make the deal

unless he talked to me first.

He was up for parole in six.

I thought if he had a chance...

They don't set cop killers free.

Not until they forget
what it is to be out.

Then it's too late.

I didn't choose him over you.

I knew you'd take care of him.

You'd watch his back in the M.C.

I figured

he'd get his points
helping DEA get Galindo.

Then he could walk away.

Have the chance to live the
life he was supposed to have.

But what about me?

Do I have the life I'm
supposed to have?

You chose it.

I didn't like it.

I never judged you.

I never stopped loving you.

You were my firstborn.

Guess I'm having
trouble seeing that.

How did you find out?

This U.S. attorney.

Bottom fell out of
the Galindo deal...

Wants us to help him
out with a problem.

If we do it, your golden boy...

Is free and clear.

What problem?

Does it matter what problem?

If it's good for
EZ, we got to do it.


I'm sorry this came
crashing down on you.

I made a mistake.

I didn't see any of it coming.

Shit on the border, violence...


What's that mean? "Dissent."

Opposing points of view.



escalating dissent...


They're going after the rebels.

Angel! (door thudding)


(woman speaking
Spanish indistinctly)

(baby crying)

It's chaos.

I know.

- Thank you.

This U.S. attorney,

the DOJ... Well, you
know the process,

but to help with the rebels,

they'll need access
to our operation,

and once they're
inside, we're done.

They'll know how to cut
off our revenue sources,


they can sabotage relationships,

expose us as cooperators.

We'll be forced to bend
to any demand they make.

But so much of our
revenue is legitimate now.

And I'm not gonna
sacrifice all that hard work.

Look, I want to create a...

shadow structure.

Kind of a layer on
top of our business...

Some of it real, most
of it smoke and paper.

We'll give them
access to just enough

so they feel like
they're in control.


I don't understand.

I'm going to work
with Los Olvidados.


You cannot double-cross
the U.S. government.

We're not Escobar.

We don't own a country.

Adelita has left no
room for me to jump.

Her deal makes the most sense.

If our friend at
diocese comes through,

we can end her reign.

I don't see her
making that mistake.

And the movement
will continue without her

fueled by a martyr.

This U.S. attorney,
he will see all this.

No, he won't,

but those arrogant fucks
think they know everything.

With the rebels,

I'll have access to resources
they don't even know exist,

and while they're moving
around bogus chess pieces,

we'll be playing the game
on a whole different board.

Everything we do
will be off the grid.

That's our play.

That's how we stay
one step ahead.


That's how we destroy ourselves.

You hate the feds. So do I.

They fucked over this family,

but now you're making a
decision clouded by that hate.

It's... it's a mistake, Miguel.

I know how they operate.

I learned a hard
lesson with your father...

But I can protect you.

I know how
unsettling all this is,

but please, son,

give yourself time
to think clearly.

Your legacy, your family...

there's so much at stake.

Thank you, Devante.


Of course.

Maybe he's right.


How do I even think
straight in all of this?

What do I do?

My advice, Devante's...

it might help...

but you have to trust
your instincts, Miguel.

The rest...

is just opinions and noise.

You'll know what's right.

You always do.

(baby fussing)

I'll finish sorting this out.

You know, those
assholes just dumped

payroll ledgers all over
your dad's family stuff.


Ripped all those pictures.

Almost crushed your
brother's medical records.

(car engine rumbles)

You okay?


Angel come by the house?



I'm sorry.

You did everything that
they wanted you to do.

Angel was right.

Your future was more important
to me than anything else.

I should have known better,

letting you get into
bed with the DEA.

They're vultures.

I made the decision.

You had no choice.

I put my family at risk.

Angel's hurt.

Feels betrayed,

but I know him. I
know who he is.

Doesn't matter anymore.

Inside, when there's
nothing else to see,

it's easy to create an idea...

an... an image...

of what you think you want.

(sighs) But...

the closer I get
to those things,

the more strange they look.

I'm so tired of
chasing my life, Pop.

What are you gonna do?

I'm gonna replace the
gasket on the Road King.

It's all I got.

Where did Angel go?

(soft dramatic music)

♪ ♪


And just thank him
for his cooperation.

Tell him we'll be in touch.

Yes. Good.

Thank you, hermano.


Our friend at the diocese
has come through.

She's minutes away.

That is good news.


I took your advice. I...

cleared my head,
saw the big picture.

Thank you.

We have some work to do.

Need to figure out
how to position all this.

We reassure Alvarez
it'll be business as usual,

that what happened the other
night was just harassment.

Feds had nothing, so
they could do nothing.

And that message
goes out to all our buyers.

You made the right choice, son.


I know.

Pick up, Adelita.

Pick up.

(suspenseful music)

♪ ♪

Oh, shit. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

(knocking on door)

(bell tolling)

(knocking on door)


(Latin music plays on radio)

♪ ♪

(engine rumbling)

Adelita. We hear from her?

No, why?


What's going on?

Take care of Celia?

Yeah, but I think
we got a problem.

I got to the rebel
camp and it was gone.

Been calling the sat
phone. No one's picking up.

This is bad.

You think it got something to do

with the feds moving on Galindo?

Devante called. Meeting
with Galindo's a go.

San Buho Casino.
- When?


(knocking at door) Yeah?

You know what's happening
with the Reyes deal yet?

Haven't heard from Potter,
which is kind of how I like it.

I just tried accessing
the case file.

I couldn't get in.

(clears throat)

It's probably IT
doing maintenance.

Yeah, okay. Thanks.

(heavy rock music)

♪ ♪

♪ When the world,
it tries to break you ♪

♪ ♪

♪ I hope you reach
for higher things ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Guessing when the
summer takes you ♪

♪ ♪

♪ I hope you see
what that'll bring ♪

♪ ♪

(indistinct chatter,
phones ringing)


Hey, man.
- KJ.

You doing all right?

Hanging in.


Guess I don't need this.

I fucked this up pretty bad.

I didn't mean for it
to blow back on you.

It's all right, man.

I get it.



I'm sorry.

I embarrassed you, the DEA.

- HR call you?
- Yeah.

It's all handled.

Gonna head up north.

Meet up with my wife
and kids at her mom's.

Any questions come up

as you're going through
my report, just, uh...

gimme a call.
- Yeah, we should be okay.


You take care of yourself, KJ.


What the hell were
we looking for?

A whistleblower.

(exciting techno music)

♪ ♪

(rapping in native language)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

- Where's your old man?
- Tribal council.

- That's Navajo for hungover.
- (laughs)

Mr. Galindo and his
party are already here.

We put you in the same room.

That's good.

- Any special requests?
- No.

Think we're good.

Any clean-up, we'll handle.

Fair enough.

Let us know if
you need anything.

(knocking at door)


- Miguel.
- Por favor.

- Devante.
- (speaking Spanish)

Mr. Alvarez, please.

Thank you.

- Marcus.
- Miguel.

Prospect, bikes.

I'm okay if Ezekiel stays.

It might be useful to have

someone remember the
details of what we say.


As you know, two nights ago,

the U.S. attorney's office

and other U.S. and
Mexican agencies

invaded my home,

citing some vague
Homeland Security law.

They took my wife, my
child, and myself into custody,

and for the next 24 hours,

they intimidated and
threatened my family...

then coerced me into
the same type of deal

they made my father
sign nearly ten years ago.


What you don't know,
but more importantly

what the U.S. and Mexican
authorities don't know,

is that the night prior to that,

while detained at the
Calexico border station,

someone else offered me a deal.

This is Luisa. You
know her as Adelita.

What the fuck is this?

No, please, gentlemen.
I'll explain everything.


Los Olvidados
wants only one thing.

To heal its people.

There's only way to cut through

the layers of
greed, bureaucracy,

and ignorance

that have kept us
broken for decades.

We need the edge of
the most dangerous blade.

My organization is no longer
at odds with Los Olvidados.

The power of our new partnership

will not only allow us

to outthink, outmaneuver,

and exploit our invasive
governmental agencies.

It also provides a network
that increases production,

distribution, and profits.

And for the Mayans
Motorcycle Club...

It takes you from
the loading dock...

to the board room.

You become our trustee

to keep all parties honest.

Now, my wife has put together

some broad strokes as to
what this all might look like.

(soft dramatic music)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

What's the timing?

We'll send over the proposal
with all the information.


We'll have to officially
take this to our table, but...

we're in.


Marcus, do you mind
riding back with me?

Need your opinion
on a family matter.

Of course.

My knees and
back will be grateful.

We'll put the bike in the van.

I'm proud of you, primo.

This happened
'cause of you, huh?

I'm Bishop.

Look forward to doing
business with you.

Hi, I'm Michael Ariza.


I'm Angel.


- Coco, Gilly.
- Hi.

Nice to meet you, Luisa.

Nice to meet you.

(car door creaks open)


Sorry, I know it's late.

It's okay.

Not much sleep
going on here tonight.

You want one?

I'm good.

I'm heading up to San
Joaquin for a few days.

Wanted to check
on him before I left.

He didn't pick up his cell.

I'm not sure where he is.

You hear anything?
- No.

This U.S. attorney that's
been fucking with his deal,

what do you know about him?

Why? Something happen?

No, I'm just asking a question.

Lincoln Potter.

Off-the-chart weird,

off-the-chart smart.

He's become the DOJ's guy
for Mexico's interior struggles.

Not sure how far up the food
chain his orders come from.

If you hear anything,

please let me know.


Bad night to quit drinking.

Could you check in
the lounge, please?

Need some more paper shredded?

Getting good at it.

Well, maybe I should
ask you the same thing...

but I guess you
don't need paper.

Not when you have
"A Beautiful Mind."

You seem to have
settled into things.

I have.

I'm glad you made peace with it.

I didn't see it in
the lounge, ma'am.

Miguel probably picked
it up. I'll be right there.

Did you lose something?

I don't know yet.

Whatever you were
doing for the feds,

I hope their shift with
Miguel has put an end to it.

If anything you do
hurts my family...

It won't.

Don't make me choose, EZ.

(indistinct chatter)

(slot machines dinging)

Just have to talk to Devante,
clear some things up.

Go with Emily,

and I'll join you before
you reach the freeway.

It'd be my pleasure.

(soft, tense music)

♪ ♪

Hey. (laughs)

Come here one sec.

Say good night, Don Quixote.

Good night.

Who the fuck's Dan Quixote?

Lemme see those
pretty lips, huh?

You let him know?

- Yeah.
- You sure about this?

We do it to him,
can't take it back.

Took a vote, didn't we?

Then it's gonna happen.

(slot machines dinging)

(retro music playing on radio)

♪ ♪




(insects chirping,
coyote howls in distance)

I love you, my brother.

I love you, Mikey.

(hip-hop music
playing on speakers)

♪ ♪


♪ ♪

(women giggling,
tattoo gun buzzing)

(tattoo gun buzzing)

Warrior markers, boy scout.

We're all getting one.

(moody Spanish cover
of "I Say A Little Prayer")

♪ ♪

(woman singing in Spanish)

♪ ♪

(song continues
softly on speakers)

♪ ♪

Sorry to keep you waiting.

Everything all right?

Yes, it is.

♪ Te quiero, te quiero ♪

(woman continues
singing in Spanish)

♪ Te quiero, te quiero ♪

(woman continues
singing in Spanish)

♪ Te quiero, te quiero ♪

♪ ♪

(woman continues
singing in Spanish)

♪ ♪

♪ Te quiero, te quiero ♪

(child laughs on video)

♪ ♪

♪ Te quiero, te quiero ♪

(woman continues
singing in Spanish)

♪ ♪

(song continues softly)

♪ ♪

(music fades)

You're my brother,

and I love you.

I could never give you up.

So your lie is now my lie.

Our secret.

We'll do whatever
this thing for Potter is,

put it behind us,
then you're free to go.

Nothing makes
sense anymore, Angel.

Shit that I thought I wanted...

I don't care what you want.

I'm telling you're free to go.

Explain to Bishop
this was a mistake,

the life ain't for you,

hand in your cut,
then you leave.

The M.C., Santo Padre, I
don't care where you go.

- Angel...
- No.

That's the only way
you make this thing right.

You walk away...

For good.

So you never
forget what you did.

How you betrayed me.

(exhales shakily)

(cell phone buzzing)

(suspenseful music)

♪ ♪

Los hermanos Reyes.

I assume you're both listening.


I just sent each of
you a text message

with the details of your task.

Needs to be finished by
the end of the day tomorrow.

(cell phone chimes)


What the fuck is this?

I told you I wouldn't ask you

to do anything you
hadn't done before.

Killing a member
of law enforcement,

that should come easy... EZ.

♪ ♪