Mayans M.C. (2018–…): Season 2, Episode 4 - Lahun Chan - full transcript
The secrets behind the death of EZ and Angel's mother unfold.
Previously on Mayans M.C...
I understand you
had something to say
about our club.
What the fuck?
Ileana's been borrowing money.
Wait, are you gonna use this?
I'm gonna offer her some help.
That's called a bribe.
I just thought maybe
we could help each other.
I fear our rebel queen
now flies on the wings
of a golden butterfly.
- Palomo.
- What does this mean?
Potter knows you're involved.
He thinks he can
shut down the uprisings
by destroying Palomo.
He wants me to get her dirty.
Me and the boy scout
gonna ride out
from the cemetery.
Still gotta handle
that parole shit.
Should be back in a day or two.
I'm coming.
I think he missed you.
You know who we are?
♪ ♪
Nothing?
♪ ♪
I don't need to
know who you are.
And why's that?
Because when this is over,
either I'm dead or you're dead.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
One sec.
How goes it?
It's getting there.
Martin thinks we should lower
our tax credits another 5%.
Why?
It increases the
town's bottom line.
Plus, it makes us
look less corporate.
Lets us play up "local
boy wanting what's best
for his hometown."
Right, and what does
the local girl think?
It's more out of
pocket for us up front,
but I think it's smart.
Okay.
Where are you today?
South, that Potter thing.
I'll be late.
Okay.
She has her shrink
appointment today.
Oh, shit. Uh...
Look, Nestor can take her.
It's okay.
Dr. Luna is in one of
our buildings on 14th.
I'll deliver this,
then take her.
Make sure she stays.
Thank you.
Miguel.
Please be careful.
♪ ♪
Always.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
Reyes Carnicería.
♪ ♪
- Anything in the bedroom?
- Not yet.
Didn't find much, just
some old probation shit.
Yeah, just these.
Let's see what he knows.
Nine years ago...
Someone kicked
open the back door
of my family's butcher shop.
Mom?
Shot our mother in the neck.
Murdered her.
♪ ♪
I saw someone
drive away in a car.
I remembered the car.
♪ ♪
I remember shit.
♪ ♪
I followed you that night.
Chased you to the
construction zone.
I saw your face.
Hey! Hey!
I remembered...
every detail of it.
♪ ♪
I know you're the one
who killed our mother.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ 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 ♪
♪ ♪
We know you are a triggerman
before you were Sam Crow.
You were Nomad, gun for hire.
Who the fuck hired you?
Mm.
Simple question.
We need a simple answer.
Just a name.
- Fuck this.
- Was it the cartel?
- Galindo?
- What?
Why the fuck would
Galindo want Mom dead?
♪ ♪
I apologize for the rough ride.
I'm afraid traveling in
anything comfortable
might stand out.
I'll be okay.
Have we confirmed
where we're meeting?
Palomo's team will reach
out with the exact location
once she's on the move.
How much do you think
Potter really knows?
Well, he's hard to read.
All that "intellectual
enigma" bullshit.
My guess, you're
still the prize.
The revolution is
the immediate threat.
His fear of Palomo
is that she's somehow
facilitating you.
Directly, indirectly...
he's not sure.
He's just going after
the target he can see.
Palomo.
Good morning.
Morning.
I had Nestor drop off the book.
I got it. Thank you.
Thank you.
Marlon will help you.
Just to the right.
- Mrs. Galindo.
- Hi.
- Marlon?
- Hi.
- This is everything?
- Yes...
- Great.
- I believe it is.
Okay.
- I... if you want to start...
- Okay.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
I don't get it. What the
fuck does this mean?
"Ignacio Cortina, Isabel."
Where'd you find this?
Why... why were you
writing all this down?
When all that shit with
Potter was going down,
I found a lockbox in the house.
Had old legal documents,
Mom and Pop's stuff,
a few pictures.
Isabel Varela,
Ignacio Cortina...
Those were their real names.
They didn't meet on
some farm in Tecate.
Dad was a cop.
Policía Federales.
I saw pictures...
of Pop with Jose Galindo.
That's why I asked
Happy about the cartel.
I don't know anything else.
We know these guys?
Gotta be the dude
who flew past us.
Swole Boys? I got no idea.
Call Packer. See what he knows.
- We got some noisy friends.
- Yeah.
Apparently they
are, uh, Swole Boys.
What the fuck is a Swole Boy?
I don't know,
but they certainly
seem to know us.
Looks like a lot
of chemically induced
muscle mass, jefe.
Come on, man,
maybe they just want
to give us an
escort to the border.
You know, white and brown,
all brothers under the patch.
Yeah, right.
Just left word for the Reaper.
Close to 20 of them.
I don't know about
any of you guys.
I'm fucking tired.
Been a long week.
We can stay local.
Ride the access road
another five or six miles.
I have a feeling that's
what they're counting on.
Yeah, we should try
to stay in front of it.
And if we can't?
Then we don't.
That shit feeling better?
Here we go!
♪ Whoa ♪
♪ Hey ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
What?
♪ ♪
Shit, Riz.
So much for the plan.
Payback's a bitch!
♪ ♪
Hey, shithead!
♪ ♪
Hey, stupid motherfuckers.
Let's go!
- Move it.
- Go! Go!
- Riz.
- Shit.
Riz!
Ariza!
Hey.
- He's breathing.
- Hey, you with us?
Yeah.
Yeah, what?
Oh, fuck.
- I went down?
- Yeah.
Just a little.
Shit.
Bring the van around.
What the fuck was that, man?
He said it was payback.
Payback for what?
It wasn't my place to tell you.
Dad knew I saw it.
When I finally
asked him about it...
He said nothing.
Yeah.
Everything that's gone
down between us, Angel...
even if I could have...
You should have told me.
He should have told me.
Pop?
Man, he never trusted
me with anything.
Mom neither.
Come on, man, that's not fair.
Fair?
You have no fucking idea.
Fair.
Every time I
walked into a room...
man, for as long as I can
remember, Mom and Pop...
There'd be this...
This slight letdown.
You know?
Disappointment.
'Cause it was me instead of you.
Oh, man, saying it...
saying it out loud,
sounds fucking pathetic.
But... but you live with
that for 20 years or more...
I'm sorry.
It ain't your fault.
But sometimes, man,
I fucking hated you.
Just the sight of you.
It would be a reminder that
I'm some kind of fucking...
You know, some idiot.
A fucking mistake.
Angel, nobody ever thought that.
Poor little Angel.
Nobody loved him.
These are for his kills, right?
The smiley faces?
Yeah.
Which one do you think was Mom?
Your pick.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
I'll run some errands.
It's a double session,
so I'll pick you up
in an hour, hour 15?
Perfect.
Watch the exits.
Please don't let her
slip away this time.
Yep.
- All right?
- Yeah, that hurts.
- Ow! Shit.
- My bad.
Heard about Medina.
My condolences.
- Thanks, man.
- Does he need a doc?
Nah, we'll get him home.
We got one that
can sew him up there.
What do you know
about this club?
Swole Boys?
They're out of a gym
on the Southside.
They run the club from there.
Grease monkeys, muscle heads.
As far as we knew,
they weren't outlaw.
They got an outlaw problem.
Yeah, they do.
I'm sorry this went
down on my turf, brother.
We got shit to settle.
You can be a part of it or not.
Yeah.
Let's go burn
down a fucking gym.
White guys, huh?
Yeah.
- Hi, you must be Dita.
- Yes.
Oh, that's not necessary.
This session is how much?
We can discuss all that later.
Answer the question, please.
My rate is $225,
but the billing's already
been taken care of.
That's $2,000.
This isn't the way we do this.
I'll tell you how we're
going to do this, Dr. Luna.
My son and his
demonio blanco of a wife
think that this is a good idea.
I can assure you, it's not.
You'll get that
from me every week
and you can still bill my son.
- But I don't...
- Yes, I'm paying you to lie.
If anyone asks, I was here
and I'm making progress.
- I can't do that.
- Oh, I think you can.
And if you don't, I'll tell
my son you're a quack.
He'll have you kicked
out of the building,
ruin your reputation,
and then this cushy little
"tell me your feelings" scam
goes away for good.
Don't analyze, sweetheart.
It's a win-win.
♪ ♪
His phone keeps blowing up.
I know.
Someone's gonna
come looking for him.
I know.
Fuck.
I'm sorry, man. This was stupid.
I don't know why
I thought that...
Hey, hey, hey.
It was my idea to come
here and do it this way.
This dude's just
a fucking stone.
Shut the fuck up!
So now what?
He's right.
It's gonna have to be him or us.
Jesus.
Hey.
We make it look like a break-in.
Gotta be hundreds of people
with a motive to kill this guy.
Cops ain't gonna dig too deep.
Hey.
We get the guy who
pulled the trigger.
Without ever knowing why.
Some shit, little brother,
we're not supposed to know.
Hey, we'll go at
him one more time.
Then we end it.
We're gonna kill you.
Make it look like a break-in.
We don't want that.
All we want to know
is who paid you
to kill our mother.
It was over nine years ago.
It doesn't make you a snitch.
- It's our fucking mother.
- Who was it?
Give us a name!
Who?
Who the fuck paid you?
Fuck that dog.
No!
He's just hungry.
I'll blow off his
legs one at a time.
Slice off his nose,
his fucking tail.
Keep him alive as long as I
can so you can watch him suffer.
Just tell us.
Please.
♪ ♪
How are you holding up?
We'll figure this out.
Montserrat's
connection's go deep.
I mean with all of it.
Juggling both worlds.
If I'm being
completely honest, uh...
I guess I'm enjoying it.
Profits are up.
I feel like I'm able to
give something back.
And fucking over the DOJ?
Well...
that's, uh, my family's payback
for what they did to my father.
And your wife?
- Is she enjoying it?
- Emily?
Yeah, of course. She's fine.
Why?
You went to school in America.
Set up your business
there, married an American.
There's a reason
your life is on the
other side of the fence.
Over there, you're
Miguel Galindo,
venture capitalist
and family man.
On this side...
you're Jose Galindo's son,
head of a drug cartel.
Every time you
cross that border,
your wife loses a
little piece of you.
That's not true.
All the shit we've
been through...
The shit you put us through...
Emily's strong.
She knows what we
have can't be broken.
I don't think she needs to hear
your uplifting marriage insight.
Sí.
Okay.
Gracias.
Tell them first-class airfare,
hotel, per diem, usual shit.
It's gonna be cold
as fuck in the Urals.
Yeah, they'll need to
supply weather gear as well.
- Get the drop dead dates.
- Hobart, check this out.
Just fired up the, uh, GPS grid,
and it looks like one of
our trackers is on the move.
Who?
It is the Bronco.
The one that Galindo
and the M.C. use.
H-trade?
I don't think so.
Galindo's world is southeast.
This blip, it's on the 20
and it's heading west.
How long to intercept?
They keep moving
at this speed, hour 30,
maybe less.
Put the Jared thing on hold.
All right.
We're on the move.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
Did you find it?
Think so.
That's it.
It's towards the
bottom. An old fax.
♪ ♪
- Fuck.
- Jesus.
Look at the next page.
♪ ♪
Pop.
I fucked up.
I was supposed
to kill both of them.
♪ ♪
The job came in through Packer.
San Bernardino?
Yeah, closest
charter to the border.
It came from Mexico.
Yeah, that's all I knew.
Packer might have more details.
He's anal about keeping records.
But he won't have a name.
Don't work that way.
♪ ♪
Tell us what happened.
♪ ♪
Tell us.
I came in the back.
Shop was closed.
It was just your mom.
Your old man must have
left a few minutes before.
Bank deposits.
Your mom...
she wasn't surprised.
What do you mean?
I've killed a lot of people.
Some of them,
you can feel the inevitability.
They know it's coming.
Your mom knew.
♪ ♪
I heard cars pulling up.
I shot her in the neck and ran.
♪ ♪
After that,
I hung out near the border
waiting to hear if I
should finish the job.
It was coming from Mexico.
I figured it was
one of the cartels.
That night you chased me?
♪ ♪
I thought that's who you were...
Cleanup guy for the cartel.
I got spooked.
Didn't feel safe riding
Nomad anymore.
That's when I went to Charming,
patched in to Sam Crow.
♪ ♪
If someone killed my mom,
I'd put a bullet
between his eyes.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
I guess a coffee shop
would be... too obvious.
My family insists that
I never be left alone.
They think I'm at the doctor.
This building.
Thank you for coming.
I got a visit from your son's
consejero the other day.
I hope Mr. Alvarez
was not too unpleasant.
No.
He gave me a warning...
not to do this.
May I tell you a secret?
The reason my family
won't leave me alone
is that they're afraid I
might try and hurt myself.
The doctor in
this building is...
is a shrink.
The fire.
At the house?
I was home alone.
I saw that...
beautiful, fierce blaze
coming up over the hill.
It was amazing.
I felt like it was
coming for me, Ignacio.
Jesus Christ.
I had nothing left.
I ignored the evacuations.
I hid in the wine cellar
when Miguel's men
came looking for me.
Couldn't really feel the heat.
I must have been
in shock by then.
There was a firefighter...
a young Mexican man,
looked like he was about 15.
He pulled me out of the flames.
I'm sorry.
I'm not.
I realized that the
reason I was saved
is because I still have
things I need to do.
I guess I'm one of
those things, huh?
I never did a paternity
or a DNA test on Miguel.
I didn't have to.
I knew he was your son.
Jesus, Dita.
What?
Does anyone else know?
No, of course not.
And no one ever will.
Oh, session's over.
We'll do this again.
Can't fucking wait.
Someone get the prez.
Hey, check this out.
Hey, get the prez.
♪ ♪
This your crew?
Yeah.
And I'd advise you
to get off our turf.
The fuck's wrong with you?
You know I got a
gun in my kutte, right?
That little chase game
today could have ended
with us blowing your
club to fucking pieces.
Yeah.
You gotta stop watching
West Side Story, man.
It's gonna get you killed.
It was payback.
So you said.
For what?
♪ ♪
They're not here.
Two of your guys last week...
threw shots, started shit.
Never got finished.
Fucking Angel.
And the prospect.
♪ ♪
Fellas.
♪ ♪
Two of our guys rode
through a few days back,
apparently lit the fuse.
Sorry, I didn't know.
You just lost a brother.
You had real shit to deal with.
Look, we'll handle our side,
and we got your back on
whatever you wanna do here.
We're standing right here, man.
Hey.
Get him.
Maybe you wanna
have a little sit-down
with these motorcycle
enthusiasts,
tell them how shit
goes down in Berdoo.
I just might do that.
Little lower education
never hurt anyone.
What the fuck does that mean?
You know, maybe it's
just the juice talking,
but I kinda like this kid.
Yeah, he's dumber
than a pile of hair,
but he's got balls.
♪ ♪
Any idea who ran
you off the road?
With those fucking helmets?
- Who knows?
- Plus, he's wasted on Oxy.
Yeah, that too.
Ah, fuck!
- That'll do.
- Hey, hey.
- Hey.
- Whoa.
Everybody relax.
Shit.
This was just tit for tat.
You should take your
guy inside, call 911.
Tell them it was an accident.
You be smart here.
We'll come back
and work things out.
You got my word.
♪ ♪
- Get him inside.
- Fuck.
Fuck.
Swole Boys.
Fucking muscle heads.
Well, we seem to
make a lot of noise
when we ride through
your town, brother.
Appreciate you
setting things off.
Clearly, we weren't
paying enough attention
to shit in our own backyard.
All good.
Let us know if
you need anything.
- See you, Packer.
- See you.
Take care, man.
Find Angel.
Yeah, okay.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
Palomo's a half hour away.
We should get
you out of the sun.
♪ ♪
His phone's dead.
You trust this guy?
If we cut him loose,
you don't think
he puts a bullet in our heads?
He's got just as much to lose.
Like what?
His club knows
he was gun for hire.
They helped set up the hits.
Then we tell Bishop
he killed our mom.
He won't give a shit.
What Happy did was business.
What we did was personal.
We broke the rules.
Oh, fuck.
Guess I didn't think it through.
You mean I didn't
think it through.
Angel!
Angel!
EZ, I'm right here.
Happy, it's Hallorann.
Hap!
- You all right, buddy?
- What are you gonna do, boys?
This is both of us.
Whatever happens, you and me.
Yes?
Happy, let me in!
- Happy!
- What's up?
What the fuck happened?
- Who the fuck did this?
- Relax.
These guys saved my ass.
After I split off from you guys,
I got clipped by a logging truck
near Lonny's Shell.
Fucker kept on going.
Yeah, we were on
our way up north.
Hopped off the Five to fuel up.
Found him laying
in the fucking dirt.
Jesus Christ.
I was calling you.
- Been a little distracted.
- Yeah, no.
Shit.
You need anything?
What can I do?
Pick up the dog
shit in my backyard.
Yeah?
Cool, I can do that.
♪ ♪
I'll get whatever I
can from Packer.
After that, we're clean.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
Thank you.
How'd it go?
I like her.
You're right, I think she
might be able to help.
I'm glad, Dita.
I know it's not easy.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
What? How?
They must have tracked us.
No. No, no, no, no, no.
No, no, Adelita!
Let's go, come on. Let's go!
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
Go.
What the fuck's going on?
We got a tip Adelita
was hiding here
in the village.
She's inside?
Yeah.
Alvarez is too.
Queen bee's inside, gentlemen.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
Clear! It's clear!
♪ ♪
Coming out.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
Dead rebels.
♪ ♪
We've been looking
for you, señorita.
Come on.
She doesn't like us very much.
Call Potter. Let him
know the job's done.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
What are you looking at?
♪ ♪
Inevitability.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
I understand you
had something to say
about our club.
What the fuck?
Ileana's been borrowing money.
Wait, are you gonna use this?
I'm gonna offer her some help.
That's called a bribe.
I just thought maybe
we could help each other.
I fear our rebel queen
now flies on the wings
of a golden butterfly.
- Palomo.
- What does this mean?
Potter knows you're involved.
He thinks he can
shut down the uprisings
by destroying Palomo.
He wants me to get her dirty.
Me and the boy scout
gonna ride out
from the cemetery.
Still gotta handle
that parole shit.
Should be back in a day or two.
I'm coming.
I think he missed you.
You know who we are?
♪ ♪
Nothing?
♪ ♪
I don't need to
know who you are.
And why's that?
Because when this is over,
either I'm dead or you're dead.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
One sec.
How goes it?
It's getting there.
Martin thinks we should lower
our tax credits another 5%.
Why?
It increases the
town's bottom line.
Plus, it makes us
look less corporate.
Lets us play up "local
boy wanting what's best
for his hometown."
Right, and what does
the local girl think?
It's more out of
pocket for us up front,
but I think it's smart.
Okay.
Where are you today?
South, that Potter thing.
I'll be late.
Okay.
She has her shrink
appointment today.
Oh, shit. Uh...
Look, Nestor can take her.
It's okay.
Dr. Luna is in one of
our buildings on 14th.
I'll deliver this,
then take her.
Make sure she stays.
Thank you.
Miguel.
Please be careful.
♪ ♪
Always.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
Reyes Carnicería.
♪ ♪
- Anything in the bedroom?
- Not yet.
Didn't find much, just
some old probation shit.
Yeah, just these.
Let's see what he knows.
Nine years ago...
Someone kicked
open the back door
of my family's butcher shop.
Mom?
Shot our mother in the neck.
Murdered her.
♪ ♪
I saw someone
drive away in a car.
I remembered the car.
♪ ♪
I remember shit.
♪ ♪
I followed you that night.
Chased you to the
construction zone.
I saw your face.
Hey! Hey!
I remembered...
every detail of it.
♪ ♪
I know you're the one
who killed our mother.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ 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 ♪
♪ ♪
We know you are a triggerman
before you were Sam Crow.
You were Nomad, gun for hire.
Who the fuck hired you?
Mm.
Simple question.
We need a simple answer.
Just a name.
- Fuck this.
- Was it the cartel?
- Galindo?
- What?
Why the fuck would
Galindo want Mom dead?
♪ ♪
I apologize for the rough ride.
I'm afraid traveling in
anything comfortable
might stand out.
I'll be okay.
Have we confirmed
where we're meeting?
Palomo's team will reach
out with the exact location
once she's on the move.
How much do you think
Potter really knows?
Well, he's hard to read.
All that "intellectual
enigma" bullshit.
My guess, you're
still the prize.
The revolution is
the immediate threat.
His fear of Palomo
is that she's somehow
facilitating you.
Directly, indirectly...
he's not sure.
He's just going after
the target he can see.
Palomo.
Good morning.
Morning.
I had Nestor drop off the book.
I got it. Thank you.
Thank you.
Marlon will help you.
Just to the right.
- Mrs. Galindo.
- Hi.
- Marlon?
- Hi.
- This is everything?
- Yes...
- Great.
- I believe it is.
Okay.
- I... if you want to start...
- Okay.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
I don't get it. What the
fuck does this mean?
"Ignacio Cortina, Isabel."
Where'd you find this?
Why... why were you
writing all this down?
When all that shit with
Potter was going down,
I found a lockbox in the house.
Had old legal documents,
Mom and Pop's stuff,
a few pictures.
Isabel Varela,
Ignacio Cortina...
Those were their real names.
They didn't meet on
some farm in Tecate.
Dad was a cop.
Policía Federales.
I saw pictures...
of Pop with Jose Galindo.
That's why I asked
Happy about the cartel.
I don't know anything else.
We know these guys?
Gotta be the dude
who flew past us.
Swole Boys? I got no idea.
Call Packer. See what he knows.
- We got some noisy friends.
- Yeah.
Apparently they
are, uh, Swole Boys.
What the fuck is a Swole Boy?
I don't know,
but they certainly
seem to know us.
Looks like a lot
of chemically induced
muscle mass, jefe.
Come on, man,
maybe they just want
to give us an
escort to the border.
You know, white and brown,
all brothers under the patch.
Yeah, right.
Just left word for the Reaper.
Close to 20 of them.
I don't know about
any of you guys.
I'm fucking tired.
Been a long week.
We can stay local.
Ride the access road
another five or six miles.
I have a feeling that's
what they're counting on.
Yeah, we should try
to stay in front of it.
And if we can't?
Then we don't.
That shit feeling better?
Here we go!
♪ Whoa ♪
♪ Hey ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
What?
♪ ♪
Shit, Riz.
So much for the plan.
Payback's a bitch!
♪ ♪
Hey, shithead!
♪ ♪
Hey, stupid motherfuckers.
Let's go!
- Move it.
- Go! Go!
- Riz.
- Shit.
Riz!
Ariza!
Hey.
- He's breathing.
- Hey, you with us?
Yeah.
Yeah, what?
Oh, fuck.
- I went down?
- Yeah.
Just a little.
Shit.
Bring the van around.
What the fuck was that, man?
He said it was payback.
Payback for what?
It wasn't my place to tell you.
Dad knew I saw it.
When I finally
asked him about it...
He said nothing.
Yeah.
Everything that's gone
down between us, Angel...
even if I could have...
You should have told me.
He should have told me.
Pop?
Man, he never trusted
me with anything.
Mom neither.
Come on, man, that's not fair.
Fair?
You have no fucking idea.
Fair.
Every time I
walked into a room...
man, for as long as I can
remember, Mom and Pop...
There'd be this...
This slight letdown.
You know?
Disappointment.
'Cause it was me instead of you.
Oh, man, saying it...
saying it out loud,
sounds fucking pathetic.
But... but you live with
that for 20 years or more...
I'm sorry.
It ain't your fault.
But sometimes, man,
I fucking hated you.
Just the sight of you.
It would be a reminder that
I'm some kind of fucking...
You know, some idiot.
A fucking mistake.
Angel, nobody ever thought that.
Poor little Angel.
Nobody loved him.
These are for his kills, right?
The smiley faces?
Yeah.
Which one do you think was Mom?
Your pick.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
I'll run some errands.
It's a double session,
so I'll pick you up
in an hour, hour 15?
Perfect.
Watch the exits.
Please don't let her
slip away this time.
Yep.
- All right?
- Yeah, that hurts.
- Ow! Shit.
- My bad.
Heard about Medina.
My condolences.
- Thanks, man.
- Does he need a doc?
Nah, we'll get him home.
We got one that
can sew him up there.
What do you know
about this club?
Swole Boys?
They're out of a gym
on the Southside.
They run the club from there.
Grease monkeys, muscle heads.
As far as we knew,
they weren't outlaw.
They got an outlaw problem.
Yeah, they do.
I'm sorry this went
down on my turf, brother.
We got shit to settle.
You can be a part of it or not.
Yeah.
Let's go burn
down a fucking gym.
White guys, huh?
Yeah.
- Hi, you must be Dita.
- Yes.
Oh, that's not necessary.
This session is how much?
We can discuss all that later.
Answer the question, please.
My rate is $225,
but the billing's already
been taken care of.
That's $2,000.
This isn't the way we do this.
I'll tell you how we're
going to do this, Dr. Luna.
My son and his
demonio blanco of a wife
think that this is a good idea.
I can assure you, it's not.
You'll get that
from me every week
and you can still bill my son.
- But I don't...
- Yes, I'm paying you to lie.
If anyone asks, I was here
and I'm making progress.
- I can't do that.
- Oh, I think you can.
And if you don't, I'll tell
my son you're a quack.
He'll have you kicked
out of the building,
ruin your reputation,
and then this cushy little
"tell me your feelings" scam
goes away for good.
Don't analyze, sweetheart.
It's a win-win.
♪ ♪
His phone keeps blowing up.
I know.
Someone's gonna
come looking for him.
I know.
Fuck.
I'm sorry, man. This was stupid.
I don't know why
I thought that...
Hey, hey, hey.
It was my idea to come
here and do it this way.
This dude's just
a fucking stone.
Shut the fuck up!
So now what?
He's right.
It's gonna have to be him or us.
Jesus.
Hey.
We make it look like a break-in.
Gotta be hundreds of people
with a motive to kill this guy.
Cops ain't gonna dig too deep.
Hey.
We get the guy who
pulled the trigger.
Without ever knowing why.
Some shit, little brother,
we're not supposed to know.
Hey, we'll go at
him one more time.
Then we end it.
We're gonna kill you.
Make it look like a break-in.
We don't want that.
All we want to know
is who paid you
to kill our mother.
It was over nine years ago.
It doesn't make you a snitch.
- It's our fucking mother.
- Who was it?
Give us a name!
Who?
Who the fuck paid you?
Fuck that dog.
No!
He's just hungry.
I'll blow off his
legs one at a time.
Slice off his nose,
his fucking tail.
Keep him alive as long as I
can so you can watch him suffer.
Just tell us.
Please.
♪ ♪
How are you holding up?
We'll figure this out.
Montserrat's
connection's go deep.
I mean with all of it.
Juggling both worlds.
If I'm being
completely honest, uh...
I guess I'm enjoying it.
Profits are up.
I feel like I'm able to
give something back.
And fucking over the DOJ?
Well...
that's, uh, my family's payback
for what they did to my father.
And your wife?
- Is she enjoying it?
- Emily?
Yeah, of course. She's fine.
Why?
You went to school in America.
Set up your business
there, married an American.
There's a reason
your life is on the
other side of the fence.
Over there, you're
Miguel Galindo,
venture capitalist
and family man.
On this side...
you're Jose Galindo's son,
head of a drug cartel.
Every time you
cross that border,
your wife loses a
little piece of you.
That's not true.
All the shit we've
been through...
The shit you put us through...
Emily's strong.
She knows what we
have can't be broken.
I don't think she needs to hear
your uplifting marriage insight.
Sí.
Okay.
Gracias.
Tell them first-class airfare,
hotel, per diem, usual shit.
It's gonna be cold
as fuck in the Urals.
Yeah, they'll need to
supply weather gear as well.
- Get the drop dead dates.
- Hobart, check this out.
Just fired up the, uh, GPS grid,
and it looks like one of
our trackers is on the move.
Who?
It is the Bronco.
The one that Galindo
and the M.C. use.
H-trade?
I don't think so.
Galindo's world is southeast.
This blip, it's on the 20
and it's heading west.
How long to intercept?
They keep moving
at this speed, hour 30,
maybe less.
Put the Jared thing on hold.
All right.
We're on the move.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
Did you find it?
Think so.
That's it.
It's towards the
bottom. An old fax.
♪ ♪
- Fuck.
- Jesus.
Look at the next page.
♪ ♪
Pop.
I fucked up.
I was supposed
to kill both of them.
♪ ♪
The job came in through Packer.
San Bernardino?
Yeah, closest
charter to the border.
It came from Mexico.
Yeah, that's all I knew.
Packer might have more details.
He's anal about keeping records.
But he won't have a name.
Don't work that way.
♪ ♪
Tell us what happened.
♪ ♪
Tell us.
I came in the back.
Shop was closed.
It was just your mom.
Your old man must have
left a few minutes before.
Bank deposits.
Your mom...
she wasn't surprised.
What do you mean?
I've killed a lot of people.
Some of them,
you can feel the inevitability.
They know it's coming.
Your mom knew.
♪ ♪
I heard cars pulling up.
I shot her in the neck and ran.
♪ ♪
After that,
I hung out near the border
waiting to hear if I
should finish the job.
It was coming from Mexico.
I figured it was
one of the cartels.
That night you chased me?
♪ ♪
I thought that's who you were...
Cleanup guy for the cartel.
I got spooked.
Didn't feel safe riding
Nomad anymore.
That's when I went to Charming,
patched in to Sam Crow.
♪ ♪
If someone killed my mom,
I'd put a bullet
between his eyes.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
I guess a coffee shop
would be... too obvious.
My family insists that
I never be left alone.
They think I'm at the doctor.
This building.
Thank you for coming.
I got a visit from your son's
consejero the other day.
I hope Mr. Alvarez
was not too unpleasant.
No.
He gave me a warning...
not to do this.
May I tell you a secret?
The reason my family
won't leave me alone
is that they're afraid I
might try and hurt myself.
The doctor in
this building is...
is a shrink.
The fire.
At the house?
I was home alone.
I saw that...
beautiful, fierce blaze
coming up over the hill.
It was amazing.
I felt like it was
coming for me, Ignacio.
Jesus Christ.
I had nothing left.
I ignored the evacuations.
I hid in the wine cellar
when Miguel's men
came looking for me.
Couldn't really feel the heat.
I must have been
in shock by then.
There was a firefighter...
a young Mexican man,
looked like he was about 15.
He pulled me out of the flames.
I'm sorry.
I'm not.
I realized that the
reason I was saved
is because I still have
things I need to do.
I guess I'm one of
those things, huh?
I never did a paternity
or a DNA test on Miguel.
I didn't have to.
I knew he was your son.
Jesus, Dita.
What?
Does anyone else know?
No, of course not.
And no one ever will.
Oh, session's over.
We'll do this again.
Can't fucking wait.
Someone get the prez.
Hey, check this out.
Hey, get the prez.
♪ ♪
This your crew?
Yeah.
And I'd advise you
to get off our turf.
The fuck's wrong with you?
You know I got a
gun in my kutte, right?
That little chase game
today could have ended
with us blowing your
club to fucking pieces.
Yeah.
You gotta stop watching
West Side Story, man.
It's gonna get you killed.
It was payback.
So you said.
For what?
♪ ♪
They're not here.
Two of your guys last week...
threw shots, started shit.
Never got finished.
Fucking Angel.
And the prospect.
♪ ♪
Fellas.
♪ ♪
Two of our guys rode
through a few days back,
apparently lit the fuse.
Sorry, I didn't know.
You just lost a brother.
You had real shit to deal with.
Look, we'll handle our side,
and we got your back on
whatever you wanna do here.
We're standing right here, man.
Hey.
Get him.
Maybe you wanna
have a little sit-down
with these motorcycle
enthusiasts,
tell them how shit
goes down in Berdoo.
I just might do that.
Little lower education
never hurt anyone.
What the fuck does that mean?
You know, maybe it's
just the juice talking,
but I kinda like this kid.
Yeah, he's dumber
than a pile of hair,
but he's got balls.
♪ ♪
Any idea who ran
you off the road?
With those fucking helmets?
- Who knows?
- Plus, he's wasted on Oxy.
Yeah, that too.
Ah, fuck!
- That'll do.
- Hey, hey.
- Hey.
- Whoa.
Everybody relax.
Shit.
This was just tit for tat.
You should take your
guy inside, call 911.
Tell them it was an accident.
You be smart here.
We'll come back
and work things out.
You got my word.
♪ ♪
- Get him inside.
- Fuck.
Fuck.
Swole Boys.
Fucking muscle heads.
Well, we seem to
make a lot of noise
when we ride through
your town, brother.
Appreciate you
setting things off.
Clearly, we weren't
paying enough attention
to shit in our own backyard.
All good.
Let us know if
you need anything.
- See you, Packer.
- See you.
Take care, man.
Find Angel.
Yeah, okay.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
Palomo's a half hour away.
We should get
you out of the sun.
♪ ♪
His phone's dead.
You trust this guy?
If we cut him loose,
you don't think
he puts a bullet in our heads?
He's got just as much to lose.
Like what?
His club knows
he was gun for hire.
They helped set up the hits.
Then we tell Bishop
he killed our mom.
He won't give a shit.
What Happy did was business.
What we did was personal.
We broke the rules.
Oh, fuck.
Guess I didn't think it through.
You mean I didn't
think it through.
Angel!
Angel!
EZ, I'm right here.
Happy, it's Hallorann.
Hap!
- You all right, buddy?
- What are you gonna do, boys?
This is both of us.
Whatever happens, you and me.
Yes?
Happy, let me in!
- Happy!
- What's up?
What the fuck happened?
- Who the fuck did this?
- Relax.
These guys saved my ass.
After I split off from you guys,
I got clipped by a logging truck
near Lonny's Shell.
Fucker kept on going.
Yeah, we were on
our way up north.
Hopped off the Five to fuel up.
Found him laying
in the fucking dirt.
Jesus Christ.
I was calling you.
- Been a little distracted.
- Yeah, no.
Shit.
You need anything?
What can I do?
Pick up the dog
shit in my backyard.
Yeah?
Cool, I can do that.
♪ ♪
I'll get whatever I
can from Packer.
After that, we're clean.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
Thank you.
How'd it go?
I like her.
You're right, I think she
might be able to help.
I'm glad, Dita.
I know it's not easy.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
What? How?
They must have tracked us.
No. No, no, no, no, no.
No, no, Adelita!
Let's go, come on. Let's go!
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
Go.
What the fuck's going on?
We got a tip Adelita
was hiding here
in the village.
She's inside?
Yeah.
Alvarez is too.
Queen bee's inside, gentlemen.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
Clear! It's clear!
♪ ♪
Coming out.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
Dead rebels.
♪ ♪
We've been looking
for you, señorita.
Come on.
She doesn't like us very much.
Call Potter. Let him
know the job's done.
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♪ ♪
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♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
What are you looking at?
♪ ♪
Inevitability.
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