Mayans M.C. (2018–…): Season 2, Episode 3 - Camazotz - full transcript
Mayans seek justice while Galindo's deal takes an unexpected turn south of the border.
EMILY: Previously
on Mayans M.C...
GALINDO: As you know,
the U.S. Attorneys' Office
coerced me into
the same type of deal
they made my father
sign nearly ten years ago.
What the U.S.
authorities don't know,
someone else offered me a deal.
The power of our new partnership
will allow us to exploit
our invasive
governmental agencies.
- Ileana.
- Emily.
- Agricultural park proposal?
- Yes, finally.
Give everything to Marlon
and he'll walk you
through the process.
Sorry, Ileana,
what... what process?
There are six fucking bids?
GALINDO: What's the matter?
NESTOR: Have
you heard from Dita?
No, why?
NESTOR: She
finished with the doc
but never came back
to the waiting room.
(door squeaks)
Hola, Ignacio.
(tense music)
I got a letter from Corrections.
Stockton PO.
Have to clean up
some parole paperwork.
BISHOP: The clubhouse will
be your first stop in Stockton.
They'll sort you out.
(all speaking Spanish)
(siren whooping)
You're a long way from home.
MEDINA: Prospect,
don't play with the animals.
They're some
nasty motherfuckers.
♪ ♪
Get her phone.
Get this. I wanna
send it to my ex.
(Pollen chuckles)
O'GRADY: Dude,
you're so fucked up.
POLLEN: I'm just misunderstood.
(crickets chirping)
(slurping)
O'GRADY: Whoa,
whoa, what's that?
MEDINA: What the fuck?
- (gunshot)
- POLLEN: Oh, shit. Shit.
O'GRADY: What the fuck, man?
- POLLEN: Shit. That's Medina.
- O'GRADY: Shit!
POLLEN: You were
supposed to be on lookout.
O'GRADY: Someone's
coming. She's got the phone.
HOPE: Shit.
(panting)
(tires squealing)
(sighs)
When did this happen?
Last night.
(sighs)
This has to be answered.
What do we know about the cops?
DONDO: Made a name
for themselves on Narco.
Some big bust. They go
pretty much unchecked.
Run their Vic Mackey bullshit
up and down the north end.
- And the girl?
- RAMOS: Her name is Hope.
I watched her grow up.
Poor kid was fucked
before the water broke.
She used to play in that park
while her mom sucked
dick for dime bags.
Only clean time Hope's
ever known was in Charming.
Pollen and O'Grady know
this shit will bury them.
They saw Hope take
off with the phone.
Must have split when
they heard your prospect.
So she came here. Sanctuary.
Yeah, showed up
early this morning.
Fucking mess.
What's our play, jefe?
It's gotta happen now
so it lands on what they did.
Can't be seen as random.
Santo Padre will handle it.
DONDO: Medina was ours.
- Stockton has to take...
- BISHOP: You'll get the result.
Just can't be part
of the process.
Stockton will need deniability.
It's a cop, Dondo.
Your crew, it's
gotta stay visible.
Public places. Be loud.
Be seen.
HANK: No cells.
No traceable contact with us.
It's best you
don't know details.
We'll come at it the
smartest way we can.
Minimize blowback.
Camazotz will be summoned.
We agree.
This cop meets los
asesinos de Dios.
- Agreed.
- (speaking Spanish)
(gavel bangs)
(Spanish music
playing over speakers)
♪ ♪
COCO: Thanks, man.
♪ ♪
Thanks.
You should try to eat something.
I'm okay.
♪ ♪
(indistinct chatter)
BISHOP: How is she?
Holding up.
♪ ♪
- Doing all right?
- Yeah.
If those cops got a
look at your prospect
running into the park,
he might be on
their cleanup list too.
All I saw were taillights.
Doesn't matter.
They're in panic mode.
They'll wanna burn down
anything might be a problem.
♪ ♪
Then use me as bait.
(grunts) We're gonna
need better bait.
COCO: She's pretty broken, man.
I'm not sure she'll play along.
How long since her last pop?
Three, maybe four hours.
Another hour or so...
she'll be ready to
do whatever we want.
♪ ♪
(romantic music
playing over speakers)
♪ ♪
(speaking Spanish)
(speaking Spanish)
(woman singing in Spanish)
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
(distant moaning)
(rhythmic thumping)
Adelita?
(distant moaning and thumping)
(tense music)
- (woman yells)
- MINI: Adelita?
Adelita?
(moaning)
(speaking Spanish)
The fuck?
Jesus, who's this little freak?
♪ ♪
Apologize.
- Who the hell...
- Just do it.
All right. Sorry.
To her.
I'm sorry, kid.
♪ ♪
(door closes)
(dramatic music)
♪ ♪
(speaking Spanish)
(speaking Spanish)
♪ ♪
(dramatic music)
♪ ♪
♪ Mother of exiles ♪
♪ The torch of hope ♪
♪ In the toss of the tempest ♪
♪ Threw us Madison's rope ♪
♪ But the brazen giant ♪
♪ With limbs astride ♪
♪ Blocks the golden door ♪
♪ To the U.S. of lies ♪
♪ 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 debt ♪
♪ 'Cause a beaten dog ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Never forgets ♪
♪ Every howl ♪
♪ Marks the debt ♪
♪ 'Cause a beaten dog ♪
♪ Never forgets ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Never forgets ♪
♪ ♪
(indistinct chatter)
(soft music playing
over speakers)
♪ ♪
Shit's landing hard on Bishop.
Yeah. He was Medina's sponsor.
We all came up in Oakland.
Can't help but feel responsible
for the ones you bring in.
(chuckles softly)
♪ ♪
You know why I had to
ask Bishop to sponsor...
ANGEL: I know.
It fucking hurt.
I'm sorry.
Let's just focus on
why we came up here
in the first place.
What does that look like now?
Bury Medina day after tomorrow.
SOA will represent.
We'll know where they
are, how long they'll be gone.
(door opens)
ANGEL: Yo, we good?
COCO: Yeah. It's all set up.
Hope find her dealer?
Yeah, he already knew
Pollen and O'Grady
were looking for her.
She told him the plan.
Wants to trade the
phone for smack.
Dealer will pass
it on to the cops.
Good.
Let's be smart about
where we set this meet.
HANK: What about
Trinity Projects?
There's that condemned
section off the 5.
- BISHOP: That might work.
- TAZA: Mm.
We clear out all the junkies.
Screams and gunshots
are fucking ambiance
in that ring of hell.
Where dirty cops go to die.
♪ ♪
We'll make that happen. Yes.
Okay. Bye, now.
- Who was that?
- High school friend,
works for Mom's
business manager.
- GALINDO: Mm.
- EMILY: Ooh.
Mm, so Ileana had lunch
with my mother last week.
No one has lunch with
Diana unless they have to,
so I poked around.
Ileana's been borrowing money.
I guess they lost
everything in the fire.
- No insurance.
- Oh, Jesus.
Didn't she already
owe your family money?
Oh, Nigel and Diana
put her through school.
They basically raised her.
She was more my
sister than my nanny.
But it wasn't a loan.
She worked her ass off.
Yeah, Ileana is
so goddamn proud.
Like, having to ask
for money must kill her.
Wait, are you gonna use this?
I'm gonna offer her some help.
In exchange for information?
That's called a bribe.
It's called two friends
helping each other.
It happens every
day. It's just business.
Em, this isn't you.
All right, let me do this.
You keep your hands clean.
No, this is how I
help. I can do this.
How is this any
different from the things
- I do in my world?
- EMILY: Are you being serious?
I'm asking for a favor. I'm
not chopping off her hand.
Don't kid yourself, my love.
The first favor
sharpens the blade.
Then maybe I should buy
myself a fucking raincoat.
DITA: Maybe the baby
should not be hearing this.
No, don't touch him!
(Spanish music
playing over speakers)
(baby babbles)
I'm sorry.
- (baby babbles)
- Oh, fuck.
(door closes)
♪ ♪
- (coughs)
- (speaking Spanish)
(door closes)
Miguel...
(speaking Spanish)
(speaking Spanish)
No.
(speaking Spanish)
POTTER: Good morning, gentlemen.
I apologize for showing
up unannounced.
Is there a problem?
On the contrary,
there is a solution,
and I am looking at him.
LINARES: We'll
explain on the way.
GALINDO: Now?
I'm sorry, I have
a full schedule.
I assure you, Mr. Galindo,
there is nothing on
your calendar today.
Okay.
Can I let my wife
know when I'll be back?
We'll keep Mr. Alvarez updated.
I go where he goes.
Not today.
POTTER: Fear not.
El jefe will be nuzzled tightly
in the bosom of Uncle
Sam, out of harm's way.
- I'm sorry.
- No, I'm so sorry.
- I love you.
- I love you.
- POTTER: Touching.
- LINARES: Yeah.
(speaking Spanish)
Anyone else need
a hearty embrace?
No? Lovely.
Shall we?
He'll be all right.
We knew this was gonna happen.
It's part of the game.
(engine turning over)
(cell phone buzzing)
Hello?
Ignacio.
Dita.
I hope you don't
mind me calling.
You've been on my mind.
(soft music)
I had a dream last night
that you wrote
me another letter.
It was beautiful.
(mellow music
playing over speakers)
♪ ♪
Sometimes I don't know how
to compartmentalize that shit.
♪ ♪
Yeah. Me either.
♪ ♪
Sorry about Medina.
Ramos told me.
You brought him in.
Yeah.
Took him two years to patch.
Didn't get the full
table first time around.
♪ ♪
I was the "no" vote.
♪ ♪
Why?
♪ ♪
He had this naive, romantic idea
of what a club was.
1960s Easy Rider bullshit,
looking for rebels
and rock stars.
We were just a bunch
of fucking gangsters.
I was afraid he was
gonna get himself killed.
♪ ♪
You stay close, Ezekiel.
GILLY: Heard from
the cops. It's a go.
♪ ♪
Crossing the border.
(speaking Spanish)
Your Spanish is colloquial.
You didn't learn it in school.
On the job or...
POTTER: Anyone can
learn how to say words,
but so few ever master
the art of communication.
That I learned from an
angel in Coatzacoalcos.
Where's that angel now?
This time of day, I imagine
she's walking to the plaza,
the red basket in her...
right hand... the strong hand.
She'll buy snook,
maybe some grouper,
mussels if they have them.
Then she'll agonize over
what frijoles are best...
like they were magic beans.
And the last stop was
always the blind woman,
for vegetables.
They'd sit on top,
not to be bruised.
Then we'd go home.
And I'd watch her make soup.
I miss her soup.
What was her name?
ALVAREZ: How is she?
RIZ: Good. Never slows down.
We have her set
up in the tunnel.
CREEPER: Had a
little bump last night...
in the house.
ALVAREZ: I don't like bumps.
(both speaking Spanish)
- Luisa.
- Still Adelita... for now.
Yes, of course.
- Is English okay?
- Please.
Not the most comfortable place.
I've been in much worse.
- Everything working?
- Yeah.
Thank you.
I heard what
happened last night.
- I'm so sorry.
- It's okay.
We got ahold of the customer,
made sure he
didn't see anything.
Is she okay?
(dramatic music)
The guy who didn't see anything
saw her face,
said something horrible.
Sometimes I forget
she's just a child.
How vulnerable she is.
(speaking Spanish)
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
(crossing bells ringing)
(train horn blows)
In here.
Get her settled.
GILLY: Come sit down.
HANK: Keep her
away from the window.
- GILLY: Got it.
- HOPE: Am I supposed to be here?
Bishop's right behind us.
HOPE: What is this place?
(engine revving)
Holding up, boy scout?
I'm okay.
Bishop's got a lot
on his mind and, uh,
may not have relayed this.
And I'm not sure how
many fences you got mended
with big brother.
We're gonna kill a cop today.
Besides all that memory
shit that might trigger you,
it's... it's a line.
You cross it,
there ain't no walking it back.
I'm aware of that.
Awareness lives
in the head, man.
You gotta feel it here.
You gotta know the weight,
'cause if you got any
doubt, EZ, about any of this...
ANGEL: Hey, what's up?
EZ: Just talking about
the shit we gotta do.
Trusting whatever happens
is supposed to happen.
Stay in that truth...
always takes us to
the next right place.
The hell you been
teaching him, man?
BISHOP: Good call.
You know what you gotta do here.
Right, Hope?
Yeah.
What do I have to do?
You're gonna wait outside.
When Pollen and O'Grady show up,
you're gonna tell them
the phone's in here.
Walk them inside and
we'll take it from there.
Where's Ramos?
I don't... I don't know you.
Hey, it's okay.
We'll keep you safe.
I don't... I can't do this.
Are we friends?
Do you... I don't even
know your names.
Hey, Hope.
(Hope crying)
I'm Ezekiel.
Everyone calls me EZ.
Okay.
Okay, EZ.
I'm Angel,
his big brother.
My Angel.
Yeah.
I'm Coco, Hope.
Taza.
(soft music)
♪ ♪
(tense music)
♪ ♪
POTTER: I apologize
for the downgrade.
We need to, uh, blend in a bit.
We're nearly there.
Coming up to Ciudad Coahuila...
where the Policía
Federal Ministerial
just gunned down seven farmers.
The PFM stopped seven
radicals from initiating
a dangerous uprising.
♪ ♪
It was a protest
against tariffs.
♪ ♪
(engines turning over)
♪ ♪
Someone's here.
Shit. It's just one of them.
♪ ♪
Just stick with the plan, Hope.
♪ ♪
Where's... is Pollen coming?
Where is he?
Fuck do you care?
Where's the phone?
I have it.
I... I put it in
the... In the thing.
A room inside.
Well, go get it, Hope.
- HOPE: Go get it?
- O'GRADY: Yeah.
HOPE: I can't go.
- It's... have to walk with me.
- What?
- Go get the fucking phone!
- I can't go get it. I can't go...
- (Hope screams)
- (O'Grady grunts)
BISHOP: Ah.
God damn it.
O'GRADY: Get up here.
(Hope crying)
♪ ♪
Where the fuck is it?
♪ ♪
I will blow her
fucking brains out!
You think we give a
shit about some junkie
who's been sucking your dick?
HANK: Where's Pollen?
He's the one who
created this shit storm.
Now he's got you cleaning it up.
What kind of partner does that?
You don't know us.
When that video goes viral,
whole world will know you.
♪ ♪
BISHOP: Here's what
happens next, Detective.
Coco over here
was a marine sniper.
He so much as sees
the pulse of your finger
twitch on that trigger,
he'll put a bullet clear
through your skull.
GILLY: Tell him
about the breeze.
You could actually feel
like the wind blowing
through the inside of your
head seconds before you die.
HOPE: (crying) I wanna go home.
Can we go... can we go home now?
♪ ♪
- (blow lands)
- (O'Grady grunts)
Ileana.
- Need a ride home?
- Emily?
Uh, no, that's okay. I
have an Uber coming.
Please, come on.
We can catch up.
Okay.
(window rolling up)
(car door opens)
(car door closes)
- ILEANA: This is nice.
- EMILY: Yeah.
- Appreciate this.
- Oh, it's no problem.
Hey, I... I wanted to apologize.
I had my head so
far up my own ass,
I... I didn't even stop to
think about anyone else.
I heard how the fires
devastated you and your family.
Oh, no, Em, they hurt everybody.
Especially you.
Your house, your...
your poor mother-in-law.
Yes, but...
When I married
Miguel, I know I...
No pun intended...
Burnt a lot of bridges.
It upset a lot of people,
people close to me.
And the truth is, I
could have done more
to maintain those relationships.
But I used the controversy
as a way to isolate.
It was easier to
just cut myself off,
not deal with it.
I'm sorry.
Thank you for saying that.
I've never judged you, Emily.
I worry about you.
Your situation.
But I don't throw
stones. I never have.
I've always been here.
I know that.
Parked the Jeep two blocks over.
TAZA: Nothing in
O'Grady's wallet.
His phone's got Pollen's info.
Number, address.
HANK: Maybe we send Pollen
a text from his partner's phone.
Have him come here.
BISHOP: No, this kind of heat,
Pollen tries to call him and
O'Grady doesn't pick up...
It'll spook him.
ANGEL: What if Hope calls
him from outside the house?
Take him when he comes out.
No, it's too risky
to do on the street.
If she can get him
out front long enough
for us to come in
through the back,
we take him when
he comes back inside.
Where's the house?
(muffled) He's not at his house.
Ow.
He's not at his house.
Why the fuck should
we believe you?
It's his wife's place. She's
got the two kids there.
Pollen has fucked
them up enough.
Then where is he?
You'll find the
address on the phone.
It's in Lodi.
He's at his mom's place.
I guess she's in Tahoe.
It's just up here on the right.
- The Motor Inn?
- Yes.
- Thank you.
- Nestor, can we have a moment?
Yes, ma'am.
I just wanted to talk to
you alone for a moment.
Okay.
I don't understand.
I was talking to
the business office.
I... questions about the trust.
And I found out you've been
borrowing money from Diana.
Yes. It's just a loan.
- I lost everything.
- I know.
- I'm gonna pay it back.
- Yes, of cour...
I... I wasn't...
I'm sorry.
I know how difficult
that must be for you,
asking Diana for money.
My mother can be
generous, but we both know
it comes at a cost.
Usually with emotional interest.
This doesn't?
Come at a cost?
Peña told me how upset
you were when you found out
there were competitive
bids for the Agra Park.
(dramatic music)
I just thought...
♪ ♪
Maybe we could help each other.
What does that mean, Emily?
Yeah, I need money,
but what do you need?
What help does this buy?
♪ ♪
If you're
second-guessing your bid,
you have until the end
of the week to resubmit.
No, wait. Ileana, please.
This is... this is not... I'm...
Shit, do you know
what? I don't know.
I don't...
(exhales)
I'm just trying to find
my place in all this.
Look...
♪ ♪
I'm sorry.
I don't want anything for this.
Please, take it.
♪ ♪
From a friend.
Use it to get back on your feet.
Right now, the way I feel,
I think I need to give you this
more than you need to take it.
♪ ♪
I'm so sorry.
♪ ♪
At the very least, it lets
me undermine my mother.
(chuckles)
♪ ♪
Okay.
♪ ♪
Thank you.
♪ ♪
(car door closes)
♪ ♪
(all singing in Spanish)
♪ ♪
GALINDO: (sighs)
We didn't drive 4 1/2
hours to listen to kids sing.
What the fuck are we doing here?
POTTER: This farmer
uprising is not the first.
Last few months, they've
been happening in pockets
all over northern Mexico.
Riots, strikes.
LINARES: Turns out, everywhere
Los Olvidados had cells.
POTTER: I fear our rebel queen
has burst from her ugly pupa
and now flies on the
wings of a golden butterfly.
El Santo.
(speaking Spanish)
Montserrat Palomo.
Is that why I'm here?
Mexico's favorite daughter.
She's here to echo the outrage
and, uh, dispense dinero.
Laying track for her
gubernatorial bid.
Even if Adelita is active,
why would she have
anything to do with Palomo?
It's everything the LO hates.
POTTER: Is it?
An idealistic progressive
with the unlimited resources
of a conservative fortune?
Like a rebellion set afire,
Señorita Palomo could create
a most unsettling
wave of democracy.
We think Adelita might have
used her prenatal downtime
to create new relationships.
So while we were
playing whack-a-mole
with the ground troops, she
was meeting with generals.
(speaking Spanish)
GALINDO: Oh, come on.
Adelita is smart, but she's
not Cesar Chavez or...
Even if she's just taking
advantage of Palomo's tide,
it could still empower
the LO again or worse.
Yeah, but the LO's dead.
Nothing is dead
until I say it is.
I am tasked to help maintain
a political and economic climate
that best serves
the northern gods
that we all worship and elect.
And now... I need
your help to do that,
mi amigo.
I'm here to fuck up Palomo.
We found nothing,
not even a parking ticket.
So you need me to get her dirty.
No, no, no.
She thrives on the dirt.
GALINDO: Mm.
I need you...
to get her bloody.
(tense music)
(applause)
♪ ♪
(cheers and applause)
(cell phone dings)
♪ ♪
(cell phone chimes)
♪ ♪
He's at the window.
COCO: Just get
him to come outside.
Tell him you'll
give him the phone.
Okay.
♪ ♪
- BISHOP: We're set.
- He's coming out.
♪ ♪
COCO: He's outside.
♪ ♪
(grunts)
BISHOP: Shit.
Sorry.
Hey, we're not gonna hurt you.
WOMAN: (chuckles) No shit.
(shouting)
- (grunts)
- (yells)
POLLEN: So where is it?
(clattering)
(muffled screaming)
- (snarling)
- (shouting)
(gunshots)
- (groaning)
- Ma, are you okay?
Shut up, you stupid prick!
BISHOP: Maybe we
should show Mom the video.
Oh, you think that
shit proves anything?
ANGEL: Proves your
partner's a great cameraman.
Got the sexual
assault, the illegal drugs,
oh, yeah, and the
fucking murder!
♪ ♪
What happened to Medina,
that was an accident.
I don't care what that
stupid junkie whore thinks.
- (groans)
- No!
No! Oh, shit!
Shit!
That was my best fucking piece!
Oh, you stupid bitch!
I'm gonna kill you! (screams)
- COCO: Hey!
- (gunshot)
(grunts)
- Jesus!
- Dude!
My bad.
I got no problem with that.
Bring the van to the back alley.
Let's clean this shit up
and get the fuck out of here.
(Spanish music
playing over speakers)
Gracias, señora.
Buenas noches, eh?
WOMAN: Buenas noches, Felipe.
♪ ♪
ALVAREZ: Permiso.
We're closed up.
- (door closes)
- This won't take long.
♪ ♪
Something happen?
Your sons are fine.
♪ ♪
You know who I am.
♪ ♪
Yeah, I know who you are.
Mr. Galindo asked
me to come down here,
thank you personally for
taking care of his mother.
It was very kind.
Doesn't have to thank me.
It was the right thing to do.
- Something else?
- Your shop...
it's nowhere close
to the doctor's office.
You have any idea why
Dita would come to you?
You'd have to ask
Ms. Galindo that.
Right.
Things been
difficult since the fire.
Having someone you love
almost burned to death...
been kinda stressful
on the family.
I gotta get this meat cold.
It's gonna go bad.
Say what you came here to say.
♪ ♪
If Mrs. Galindo
happens to get lost again
and ends up on your doorstep...
You call us. We'll
take her home.
This right thing you did
never happens again, huh?
♪ ♪
How does that happen, consejero?
♪ ♪
The private army
your boss employs,
how do all those
trained men lose eyes
on an injured elderly woman?
His own mother, no less.
Just worry about
yourself, Mr. Reyes.
Better get that tray cold.
Can't sell rotten meat.
(door opens and closes)
POLLEN: Dude.
O'GRADY: Whoa,
whoa, what's that?
MEDINA: What the fuck?
- (gunshot)
- POLLEN: Oh, shit.
You still have any doubts
about how this fucks you up?
Here's how it goes down.
Tomorrow morning...
While we're burying Medina,
someone will find Pollen's body.
It won't be pretty.
You're gonna point the
blame somewhere else.
Russians, Salvadorans...
take your pick.
But if SPD even sniffs
around our clubhouse...
Then what? You
keep blackmailing me?
BISHOP: Nothing blows
back on the Mayans.
You treat my crew right...
this never gets used again.
You have my word.
(rope tearing)
(distant music playing)
♪ ♪
(distant siren wailing)
(crickets chirping)
(cell phone buzzing)
- Hello?
- It's Ileana.
Hey, you okay?
If I were to need...
Some more help
just to get me
back on my feet...
Yes.
♪ ♪
Maybe I can help you too.
If you can do that,
that would mean so
much to me, Ileana.
Okay.
Good night.
Good night.
(line trills)
(cell phone buzzing)
(groans)
Hey, baby.
EMILY: Finally.
Where are you?
Uh, sorry.
Potter dropped
me off at the border.
Marcus picked me up.
- I'm glad you're all right.
- Just tired.
You okay?
I'm fine. I... I...
I saw Ileana.
- We talked.
- How'd that go?
Pretty much like I thought.
We're gonna help her,
and she's going to help us.
(dramatic music)
♪ ♪
Hey, please trust me on this.
It's a good thing.
I made it work.
I do trust you.
I'll be home soon. I love you.
I love you too.
♪ ♪
(speaking Spanish)
ADELITA: Yes.
What does this mean?
Why did Potter want you there?
GALINDO: (clears throat)
The work you're
doing with Palomo...
It's beginning to
make a difference.
Hope can be very... powerful
and very loud.
The riots.
♪ ♪
He's not sure how,
but Potter knows
you're involved.
If he can't get to you,
he thinks he could shut down
the uprisings by
destroying Palomo.
He wants me to get her
dirty, tie her to the cartel.
♪ ♪
(speaking Spanish)
(tense music)
(breathing heavily)
♪ ♪
Oh, Jesus, Ma.
♪ ♪
Oh, fuck.
♪ ♪
(gunfire)
♪ ♪
(soft guitar music playing)
♪ ♪
(indistinct chatter)
- (sobbing)
- BISHOP: I know. I know.
♪ ♪
Thanks.
(distorted music playing)
(distorted chatter and laughter)
♪ ♪
Angel!
♪ ♪
(door closes)
(soft guitar music continues)
♪ ♪
Sorry for your loss.
RAMOS: Thank you.
♪ ♪
DITA: (speaking Spanish)
♪ ♪
(speaking Spanish)
♪ ♪
(indistinct chatter)
MAN: Thank you
for your help, brother.
Me and the boy scout gonna
ride out from the cemetery.
Still gotta handle
that parole shit.
Yeah.
Should be back in a day or two.
Be safe, huh?
I'm really glad you're
working with him.
You're a great
fucking sponsor, Bish.
Thank you.
(Yelawolf's "Devil in My Veins")
♪ ♪
YELAWOLF: ♪ Lately
I've been afraid of myself ♪
♪ The closer
that I get to rain ♪
♪ ♪
♪ The more I feel at home ♪
♪ The further I'm away ♪
♪ And all that I feel is pain ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Count me, count me ♪
♪ Call my name ♪
♪ Don't leave me out in shame ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Crimson tears falling ♪
♪ And my shirt
is blood-stained ♪
♪ And the devil's
forever in my veins ♪
(engine rumbling)
♪ ♪
(dog barking)
Relax, Op.
(barking continues)
I'm coming.
(barking continues)
(tense music)
I think he missed you.
(dog barking)
♪ ♪
(dramatic music)
♪ ♪
(baby giggles)
(typewriter
clicking, bell dings)
on Mayans M.C...
GALINDO: As you know,
the U.S. Attorneys' Office
coerced me into
the same type of deal
they made my father
sign nearly ten years ago.
What the U.S.
authorities don't know,
someone else offered me a deal.
The power of our new partnership
will allow us to exploit
our invasive
governmental agencies.
- Ileana.
- Emily.
- Agricultural park proposal?
- Yes, finally.
Give everything to Marlon
and he'll walk you
through the process.
Sorry, Ileana,
what... what process?
There are six fucking bids?
GALINDO: What's the matter?
NESTOR: Have
you heard from Dita?
No, why?
NESTOR: She
finished with the doc
but never came back
to the waiting room.
(door squeaks)
Hola, Ignacio.
(tense music)
I got a letter from Corrections.
Stockton PO.
Have to clean up
some parole paperwork.
BISHOP: The clubhouse will
be your first stop in Stockton.
They'll sort you out.
(all speaking Spanish)
(siren whooping)
You're a long way from home.
MEDINA: Prospect,
don't play with the animals.
They're some
nasty motherfuckers.
♪ ♪
Get her phone.
Get this. I wanna
send it to my ex.
(Pollen chuckles)
O'GRADY: Dude,
you're so fucked up.
POLLEN: I'm just misunderstood.
(crickets chirping)
(slurping)
O'GRADY: Whoa,
whoa, what's that?
MEDINA: What the fuck?
- (gunshot)
- POLLEN: Oh, shit. Shit.
O'GRADY: What the fuck, man?
- POLLEN: Shit. That's Medina.
- O'GRADY: Shit!
POLLEN: You were
supposed to be on lookout.
O'GRADY: Someone's
coming. She's got the phone.
HOPE: Shit.
(panting)
(tires squealing)
(sighs)
When did this happen?
Last night.
(sighs)
This has to be answered.
What do we know about the cops?
DONDO: Made a name
for themselves on Narco.
Some big bust. They go
pretty much unchecked.
Run their Vic Mackey bullshit
up and down the north end.
- And the girl?
- RAMOS: Her name is Hope.
I watched her grow up.
Poor kid was fucked
before the water broke.
She used to play in that park
while her mom sucked
dick for dime bags.
Only clean time Hope's
ever known was in Charming.
Pollen and O'Grady know
this shit will bury them.
They saw Hope take
off with the phone.
Must have split when
they heard your prospect.
So she came here. Sanctuary.
Yeah, showed up
early this morning.
Fucking mess.
What's our play, jefe?
It's gotta happen now
so it lands on what they did.
Can't be seen as random.
Santo Padre will handle it.
DONDO: Medina was ours.
- Stockton has to take...
- BISHOP: You'll get the result.
Just can't be part
of the process.
Stockton will need deniability.
It's a cop, Dondo.
Your crew, it's
gotta stay visible.
Public places. Be loud.
Be seen.
HANK: No cells.
No traceable contact with us.
It's best you
don't know details.
We'll come at it the
smartest way we can.
Minimize blowback.
Camazotz will be summoned.
We agree.
This cop meets los
asesinos de Dios.
- Agreed.
- (speaking Spanish)
(gavel bangs)
(Spanish music
playing over speakers)
♪ ♪
COCO: Thanks, man.
♪ ♪
Thanks.
You should try to eat something.
I'm okay.
♪ ♪
(indistinct chatter)
BISHOP: How is she?
Holding up.
♪ ♪
- Doing all right?
- Yeah.
If those cops got a
look at your prospect
running into the park,
he might be on
their cleanup list too.
All I saw were taillights.
Doesn't matter.
They're in panic mode.
They'll wanna burn down
anything might be a problem.
♪ ♪
Then use me as bait.
(grunts) We're gonna
need better bait.
COCO: She's pretty broken, man.
I'm not sure she'll play along.
How long since her last pop?
Three, maybe four hours.
Another hour or so...
she'll be ready to
do whatever we want.
♪ ♪
(romantic music
playing over speakers)
♪ ♪
(speaking Spanish)
(speaking Spanish)
(woman singing in Spanish)
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
(distant moaning)
(rhythmic thumping)
Adelita?
(distant moaning and thumping)
(tense music)
- (woman yells)
- MINI: Adelita?
Adelita?
(moaning)
(speaking Spanish)
The fuck?
Jesus, who's this little freak?
♪ ♪
Apologize.
- Who the hell...
- Just do it.
All right. Sorry.
To her.
I'm sorry, kid.
♪ ♪
(door closes)
(dramatic music)
♪ ♪
(speaking Spanish)
(speaking Spanish)
♪ ♪
(dramatic music)
♪ ♪
♪ Mother of exiles ♪
♪ The torch of hope ♪
♪ In the toss of the tempest ♪
♪ Threw us Madison's rope ♪
♪ But the brazen giant ♪
♪ With limbs astride ♪
♪ Blocks the golden door ♪
♪ To the U.S. of lies ♪
♪ 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 debt ♪
♪ 'Cause a beaten dog ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Never forgets ♪
♪ Every howl ♪
♪ Marks the debt ♪
♪ 'Cause a beaten dog ♪
♪ Never forgets ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Never forgets ♪
♪ ♪
(indistinct chatter)
(soft music playing
over speakers)
♪ ♪
Shit's landing hard on Bishop.
Yeah. He was Medina's sponsor.
We all came up in Oakland.
Can't help but feel responsible
for the ones you bring in.
(chuckles softly)
♪ ♪
You know why I had to
ask Bishop to sponsor...
ANGEL: I know.
It fucking hurt.
I'm sorry.
Let's just focus on
why we came up here
in the first place.
What does that look like now?
Bury Medina day after tomorrow.
SOA will represent.
We'll know where they
are, how long they'll be gone.
(door opens)
ANGEL: Yo, we good?
COCO: Yeah. It's all set up.
Hope find her dealer?
Yeah, he already knew
Pollen and O'Grady
were looking for her.
She told him the plan.
Wants to trade the
phone for smack.
Dealer will pass
it on to the cops.
Good.
Let's be smart about
where we set this meet.
HANK: What about
Trinity Projects?
There's that condemned
section off the 5.
- BISHOP: That might work.
- TAZA: Mm.
We clear out all the junkies.
Screams and gunshots
are fucking ambiance
in that ring of hell.
Where dirty cops go to die.
♪ ♪
We'll make that happen. Yes.
Okay. Bye, now.
- Who was that?
- High school friend,
works for Mom's
business manager.
- GALINDO: Mm.
- EMILY: Ooh.
Mm, so Ileana had lunch
with my mother last week.
No one has lunch with
Diana unless they have to,
so I poked around.
Ileana's been borrowing money.
I guess they lost
everything in the fire.
- No insurance.
- Oh, Jesus.
Didn't she already
owe your family money?
Oh, Nigel and Diana
put her through school.
They basically raised her.
She was more my
sister than my nanny.
But it wasn't a loan.
She worked her ass off.
Yeah, Ileana is
so goddamn proud.
Like, having to ask
for money must kill her.
Wait, are you gonna use this?
I'm gonna offer her some help.
In exchange for information?
That's called a bribe.
It's called two friends
helping each other.
It happens every
day. It's just business.
Em, this isn't you.
All right, let me do this.
You keep your hands clean.
No, this is how I
help. I can do this.
How is this any
different from the things
- I do in my world?
- EMILY: Are you being serious?
I'm asking for a favor. I'm
not chopping off her hand.
Don't kid yourself, my love.
The first favor
sharpens the blade.
Then maybe I should buy
myself a fucking raincoat.
DITA: Maybe the baby
should not be hearing this.
No, don't touch him!
(Spanish music
playing over speakers)
(baby babbles)
I'm sorry.
- (baby babbles)
- Oh, fuck.
(door closes)
♪ ♪
- (coughs)
- (speaking Spanish)
(door closes)
Miguel...
(speaking Spanish)
(speaking Spanish)
No.
(speaking Spanish)
POTTER: Good morning, gentlemen.
I apologize for showing
up unannounced.
Is there a problem?
On the contrary,
there is a solution,
and I am looking at him.
LINARES: We'll
explain on the way.
GALINDO: Now?
I'm sorry, I have
a full schedule.
I assure you, Mr. Galindo,
there is nothing on
your calendar today.
Okay.
Can I let my wife
know when I'll be back?
We'll keep Mr. Alvarez updated.
I go where he goes.
Not today.
POTTER: Fear not.
El jefe will be nuzzled tightly
in the bosom of Uncle
Sam, out of harm's way.
- I'm sorry.
- No, I'm so sorry.
- I love you.
- I love you.
- POTTER: Touching.
- LINARES: Yeah.
(speaking Spanish)
Anyone else need
a hearty embrace?
No? Lovely.
Shall we?
He'll be all right.
We knew this was gonna happen.
It's part of the game.
(engine turning over)
(cell phone buzzing)
Hello?
Ignacio.
Dita.
I hope you don't
mind me calling.
You've been on my mind.
(soft music)
I had a dream last night
that you wrote
me another letter.
It was beautiful.
(mellow music
playing over speakers)
♪ ♪
Sometimes I don't know how
to compartmentalize that shit.
♪ ♪
Yeah. Me either.
♪ ♪
Sorry about Medina.
Ramos told me.
You brought him in.
Yeah.
Took him two years to patch.
Didn't get the full
table first time around.
♪ ♪
I was the "no" vote.
♪ ♪
Why?
♪ ♪
He had this naive, romantic idea
of what a club was.
1960s Easy Rider bullshit,
looking for rebels
and rock stars.
We were just a bunch
of fucking gangsters.
I was afraid he was
gonna get himself killed.
♪ ♪
You stay close, Ezekiel.
GILLY: Heard from
the cops. It's a go.
♪ ♪
Crossing the border.
(speaking Spanish)
Your Spanish is colloquial.
You didn't learn it in school.
On the job or...
POTTER: Anyone can
learn how to say words,
but so few ever master
the art of communication.
That I learned from an
angel in Coatzacoalcos.
Where's that angel now?
This time of day, I imagine
she's walking to the plaza,
the red basket in her...
right hand... the strong hand.
She'll buy snook,
maybe some grouper,
mussels if they have them.
Then she'll agonize over
what frijoles are best...
like they were magic beans.
And the last stop was
always the blind woman,
for vegetables.
They'd sit on top,
not to be bruised.
Then we'd go home.
And I'd watch her make soup.
I miss her soup.
What was her name?
ALVAREZ: How is she?
RIZ: Good. Never slows down.
We have her set
up in the tunnel.
CREEPER: Had a
little bump last night...
in the house.
ALVAREZ: I don't like bumps.
(both speaking Spanish)
- Luisa.
- Still Adelita... for now.
Yes, of course.
- Is English okay?
- Please.
Not the most comfortable place.
I've been in much worse.
- Everything working?
- Yeah.
Thank you.
I heard what
happened last night.
- I'm so sorry.
- It's okay.
We got ahold of the customer,
made sure he
didn't see anything.
Is she okay?
(dramatic music)
The guy who didn't see anything
saw her face,
said something horrible.
Sometimes I forget
she's just a child.
How vulnerable she is.
(speaking Spanish)
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
(crossing bells ringing)
(train horn blows)
In here.
Get her settled.
GILLY: Come sit down.
HANK: Keep her
away from the window.
- GILLY: Got it.
- HOPE: Am I supposed to be here?
Bishop's right behind us.
HOPE: What is this place?
(engine revving)
Holding up, boy scout?
I'm okay.
Bishop's got a lot
on his mind and, uh,
may not have relayed this.
And I'm not sure how
many fences you got mended
with big brother.
We're gonna kill a cop today.
Besides all that memory
shit that might trigger you,
it's... it's a line.
You cross it,
there ain't no walking it back.
I'm aware of that.
Awareness lives
in the head, man.
You gotta feel it here.
You gotta know the weight,
'cause if you got any
doubt, EZ, about any of this...
ANGEL: Hey, what's up?
EZ: Just talking about
the shit we gotta do.
Trusting whatever happens
is supposed to happen.
Stay in that truth...
always takes us to
the next right place.
The hell you been
teaching him, man?
BISHOP: Good call.
You know what you gotta do here.
Right, Hope?
Yeah.
What do I have to do?
You're gonna wait outside.
When Pollen and O'Grady show up,
you're gonna tell them
the phone's in here.
Walk them inside and
we'll take it from there.
Where's Ramos?
I don't... I don't know you.
Hey, it's okay.
We'll keep you safe.
I don't... I can't do this.
Are we friends?
Do you... I don't even
know your names.
Hey, Hope.
(Hope crying)
I'm Ezekiel.
Everyone calls me EZ.
Okay.
Okay, EZ.
I'm Angel,
his big brother.
My Angel.
Yeah.
I'm Coco, Hope.
Taza.
(soft music)
♪ ♪
(tense music)
♪ ♪
POTTER: I apologize
for the downgrade.
We need to, uh, blend in a bit.
We're nearly there.
Coming up to Ciudad Coahuila...
where the Policía
Federal Ministerial
just gunned down seven farmers.
The PFM stopped seven
radicals from initiating
a dangerous uprising.
♪ ♪
It was a protest
against tariffs.
♪ ♪
(engines turning over)
♪ ♪
Someone's here.
Shit. It's just one of them.
♪ ♪
Just stick with the plan, Hope.
♪ ♪
Where's... is Pollen coming?
Where is he?
Fuck do you care?
Where's the phone?
I have it.
I... I put it in
the... In the thing.
A room inside.
Well, go get it, Hope.
- HOPE: Go get it?
- O'GRADY: Yeah.
HOPE: I can't go.
- It's... have to walk with me.
- What?
- Go get the fucking phone!
- I can't go get it. I can't go...
- (Hope screams)
- (O'Grady grunts)
BISHOP: Ah.
God damn it.
O'GRADY: Get up here.
(Hope crying)
♪ ♪
Where the fuck is it?
♪ ♪
I will blow her
fucking brains out!
You think we give a
shit about some junkie
who's been sucking your dick?
HANK: Where's Pollen?
He's the one who
created this shit storm.
Now he's got you cleaning it up.
What kind of partner does that?
You don't know us.
When that video goes viral,
whole world will know you.
♪ ♪
BISHOP: Here's what
happens next, Detective.
Coco over here
was a marine sniper.
He so much as sees
the pulse of your finger
twitch on that trigger,
he'll put a bullet clear
through your skull.
GILLY: Tell him
about the breeze.
You could actually feel
like the wind blowing
through the inside of your
head seconds before you die.
HOPE: (crying) I wanna go home.
Can we go... can we go home now?
♪ ♪
- (blow lands)
- (O'Grady grunts)
Ileana.
- Need a ride home?
- Emily?
Uh, no, that's okay. I
have an Uber coming.
Please, come on.
We can catch up.
Okay.
(window rolling up)
(car door opens)
(car door closes)
- ILEANA: This is nice.
- EMILY: Yeah.
- Appreciate this.
- Oh, it's no problem.
Hey, I... I wanted to apologize.
I had my head so
far up my own ass,
I... I didn't even stop to
think about anyone else.
I heard how the fires
devastated you and your family.
Oh, no, Em, they hurt everybody.
Especially you.
Your house, your...
your poor mother-in-law.
Yes, but...
When I married
Miguel, I know I...
No pun intended...
Burnt a lot of bridges.
It upset a lot of people,
people close to me.
And the truth is, I
could have done more
to maintain those relationships.
But I used the controversy
as a way to isolate.
It was easier to
just cut myself off,
not deal with it.
I'm sorry.
Thank you for saying that.
I've never judged you, Emily.
I worry about you.
Your situation.
But I don't throw
stones. I never have.
I've always been here.
I know that.
Parked the Jeep two blocks over.
TAZA: Nothing in
O'Grady's wallet.
His phone's got Pollen's info.
Number, address.
HANK: Maybe we send Pollen
a text from his partner's phone.
Have him come here.
BISHOP: No, this kind of heat,
Pollen tries to call him and
O'Grady doesn't pick up...
It'll spook him.
ANGEL: What if Hope calls
him from outside the house?
Take him when he comes out.
No, it's too risky
to do on the street.
If she can get him
out front long enough
for us to come in
through the back,
we take him when
he comes back inside.
Where's the house?
(muffled) He's not at his house.
Ow.
He's not at his house.
Why the fuck should
we believe you?
It's his wife's place. She's
got the two kids there.
Pollen has fucked
them up enough.
Then where is he?
You'll find the
address on the phone.
It's in Lodi.
He's at his mom's place.
I guess she's in Tahoe.
It's just up here on the right.
- The Motor Inn?
- Yes.
- Thank you.
- Nestor, can we have a moment?
Yes, ma'am.
I just wanted to talk to
you alone for a moment.
Okay.
I don't understand.
I was talking to
the business office.
I... questions about the trust.
And I found out you've been
borrowing money from Diana.
Yes. It's just a loan.
- I lost everything.
- I know.
- I'm gonna pay it back.
- Yes, of cour...
I... I wasn't...
I'm sorry.
I know how difficult
that must be for you,
asking Diana for money.
My mother can be
generous, but we both know
it comes at a cost.
Usually with emotional interest.
This doesn't?
Come at a cost?
Peña told me how upset
you were when you found out
there were competitive
bids for the Agra Park.
(dramatic music)
I just thought...
♪ ♪
Maybe we could help each other.
What does that mean, Emily?
Yeah, I need money,
but what do you need?
What help does this buy?
♪ ♪
If you're
second-guessing your bid,
you have until the end
of the week to resubmit.
No, wait. Ileana, please.
This is... this is not... I'm...
Shit, do you know
what? I don't know.
I don't...
(exhales)
I'm just trying to find
my place in all this.
Look...
♪ ♪
I'm sorry.
I don't want anything for this.
Please, take it.
♪ ♪
From a friend.
Use it to get back on your feet.
Right now, the way I feel,
I think I need to give you this
more than you need to take it.
♪ ♪
I'm so sorry.
♪ ♪
At the very least, it lets
me undermine my mother.
(chuckles)
♪ ♪
Okay.
♪ ♪
Thank you.
♪ ♪
(car door closes)
♪ ♪
(all singing in Spanish)
♪ ♪
GALINDO: (sighs)
We didn't drive 4 1/2
hours to listen to kids sing.
What the fuck are we doing here?
POTTER: This farmer
uprising is not the first.
Last few months, they've
been happening in pockets
all over northern Mexico.
Riots, strikes.
LINARES: Turns out, everywhere
Los Olvidados had cells.
POTTER: I fear our rebel queen
has burst from her ugly pupa
and now flies on the
wings of a golden butterfly.
El Santo.
(speaking Spanish)
Montserrat Palomo.
Is that why I'm here?
Mexico's favorite daughter.
She's here to echo the outrage
and, uh, dispense dinero.
Laying track for her
gubernatorial bid.
Even if Adelita is active,
why would she have
anything to do with Palomo?
It's everything the LO hates.
POTTER: Is it?
An idealistic progressive
with the unlimited resources
of a conservative fortune?
Like a rebellion set afire,
Señorita Palomo could create
a most unsettling
wave of democracy.
We think Adelita might have
used her prenatal downtime
to create new relationships.
So while we were
playing whack-a-mole
with the ground troops, she
was meeting with generals.
(speaking Spanish)
GALINDO: Oh, come on.
Adelita is smart, but she's
not Cesar Chavez or...
Even if she's just taking
advantage of Palomo's tide,
it could still empower
the LO again or worse.
Yeah, but the LO's dead.
Nothing is dead
until I say it is.
I am tasked to help maintain
a political and economic climate
that best serves
the northern gods
that we all worship and elect.
And now... I need
your help to do that,
mi amigo.
I'm here to fuck up Palomo.
We found nothing,
not even a parking ticket.
So you need me to get her dirty.
No, no, no.
She thrives on the dirt.
GALINDO: Mm.
I need you...
to get her bloody.
(tense music)
(applause)
♪ ♪
(cheers and applause)
(cell phone dings)
♪ ♪
(cell phone chimes)
♪ ♪
He's at the window.
COCO: Just get
him to come outside.
Tell him you'll
give him the phone.
Okay.
♪ ♪
- BISHOP: We're set.
- He's coming out.
♪ ♪
COCO: He's outside.
♪ ♪
(grunts)
BISHOP: Shit.
Sorry.
Hey, we're not gonna hurt you.
WOMAN: (chuckles) No shit.
(shouting)
- (grunts)
- (yells)
POLLEN: So where is it?
(clattering)
(muffled screaming)
- (snarling)
- (shouting)
(gunshots)
- (groaning)
- Ma, are you okay?
Shut up, you stupid prick!
BISHOP: Maybe we
should show Mom the video.
Oh, you think that
shit proves anything?
ANGEL: Proves your
partner's a great cameraman.
Got the sexual
assault, the illegal drugs,
oh, yeah, and the
fucking murder!
♪ ♪
What happened to Medina,
that was an accident.
I don't care what that
stupid junkie whore thinks.
- (groans)
- No!
No! Oh, shit!
Shit!
That was my best fucking piece!
Oh, you stupid bitch!
I'm gonna kill you! (screams)
- COCO: Hey!
- (gunshot)
(grunts)
- Jesus!
- Dude!
My bad.
I got no problem with that.
Bring the van to the back alley.
Let's clean this shit up
and get the fuck out of here.
(Spanish music
playing over speakers)
Gracias, señora.
Buenas noches, eh?
WOMAN: Buenas noches, Felipe.
♪ ♪
ALVAREZ: Permiso.
We're closed up.
- (door closes)
- This won't take long.
♪ ♪
Something happen?
Your sons are fine.
♪ ♪
You know who I am.
♪ ♪
Yeah, I know who you are.
Mr. Galindo asked
me to come down here,
thank you personally for
taking care of his mother.
It was very kind.
Doesn't have to thank me.
It was the right thing to do.
- Something else?
- Your shop...
it's nowhere close
to the doctor's office.
You have any idea why
Dita would come to you?
You'd have to ask
Ms. Galindo that.
Right.
Things been
difficult since the fire.
Having someone you love
almost burned to death...
been kinda stressful
on the family.
I gotta get this meat cold.
It's gonna go bad.
Say what you came here to say.
♪ ♪
If Mrs. Galindo
happens to get lost again
and ends up on your doorstep...
You call us. We'll
take her home.
This right thing you did
never happens again, huh?
♪ ♪
How does that happen, consejero?
♪ ♪
The private army
your boss employs,
how do all those
trained men lose eyes
on an injured elderly woman?
His own mother, no less.
Just worry about
yourself, Mr. Reyes.
Better get that tray cold.
Can't sell rotten meat.
(door opens and closes)
POLLEN: Dude.
O'GRADY: Whoa,
whoa, what's that?
MEDINA: What the fuck?
- (gunshot)
- POLLEN: Oh, shit.
You still have any doubts
about how this fucks you up?
Here's how it goes down.
Tomorrow morning...
While we're burying Medina,
someone will find Pollen's body.
It won't be pretty.
You're gonna point the
blame somewhere else.
Russians, Salvadorans...
take your pick.
But if SPD even sniffs
around our clubhouse...
Then what? You
keep blackmailing me?
BISHOP: Nothing blows
back on the Mayans.
You treat my crew right...
this never gets used again.
You have my word.
(rope tearing)
(distant music playing)
♪ ♪
(distant siren wailing)
(crickets chirping)
(cell phone buzzing)
- Hello?
- It's Ileana.
Hey, you okay?
If I were to need...
Some more help
just to get me
back on my feet...
Yes.
♪ ♪
Maybe I can help you too.
If you can do that,
that would mean so
much to me, Ileana.
Okay.
Good night.
Good night.
(line trills)
(cell phone buzzing)
(groans)
Hey, baby.
EMILY: Finally.
Where are you?
Uh, sorry.
Potter dropped
me off at the border.
Marcus picked me up.
- I'm glad you're all right.
- Just tired.
You okay?
I'm fine. I... I...
I saw Ileana.
- We talked.
- How'd that go?
Pretty much like I thought.
We're gonna help her,
and she's going to help us.
(dramatic music)
♪ ♪
Hey, please trust me on this.
It's a good thing.
I made it work.
I do trust you.
I'll be home soon. I love you.
I love you too.
♪ ♪
(speaking Spanish)
ADELITA: Yes.
What does this mean?
Why did Potter want you there?
GALINDO: (clears throat)
The work you're
doing with Palomo...
It's beginning to
make a difference.
Hope can be very... powerful
and very loud.
The riots.
♪ ♪
He's not sure how,
but Potter knows
you're involved.
If he can't get to you,
he thinks he could shut down
the uprisings by
destroying Palomo.
He wants me to get her
dirty, tie her to the cartel.
♪ ♪
(speaking Spanish)
(tense music)
(breathing heavily)
♪ ♪
Oh, Jesus, Ma.
♪ ♪
Oh, fuck.
♪ ♪
(gunfire)
♪ ♪
(soft guitar music playing)
♪ ♪
(indistinct chatter)
- (sobbing)
- BISHOP: I know. I know.
♪ ♪
Thanks.
(distorted music playing)
(distorted chatter and laughter)
♪ ♪
Angel!
♪ ♪
(door closes)
(soft guitar music continues)
♪ ♪
Sorry for your loss.
RAMOS: Thank you.
♪ ♪
DITA: (speaking Spanish)
♪ ♪
(speaking Spanish)
♪ ♪
(indistinct chatter)
MAN: Thank you
for your help, brother.
Me and the boy scout gonna
ride out from the cemetery.
Still gotta handle
that parole shit.
Yeah.
Should be back in a day or two.
Be safe, huh?
I'm really glad you're
working with him.
You're a great
fucking sponsor, Bish.
Thank you.
(Yelawolf's "Devil in My Veins")
♪ ♪
YELAWOLF: ♪ Lately
I've been afraid of myself ♪
♪ The closer
that I get to rain ♪
♪ ♪
♪ The more I feel at home ♪
♪ The further I'm away ♪
♪ And all that I feel is pain ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Count me, count me ♪
♪ Call my name ♪
♪ Don't leave me out in shame ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Crimson tears falling ♪
♪ And my shirt
is blood-stained ♪
♪ And the devil's
forever in my veins ♪
(engine rumbling)
♪ ♪
(dog barking)
Relax, Op.
(barking continues)
I'm coming.
(barking continues)
(tense music)
I think he missed you.
(dog barking)
♪ ♪
(dramatic music)
♪ ♪
(baby giggles)
(typewriter
clicking, bell dings)