Mayans M.C. (2018–…): Season 2, Episode 6 - Muluc - full transcript

Violent actions yield violent ramifications for both the MC and Galindo cartel.

- Previously
on "mayans m.C."...

- Not many butcher shops

with a classic literature

- This about my son?
- It's about you, ignacio.

I have so many questions.

- I fucked up.

I was supposed to kill
both of them.

The job came in
through packer.

- It came from mexico.

- Yeah, he's anal
about keeping records.

He might have more details.

I'll get whatever I can
from packer.

After that, we're clean.

- Morning.
- Marlon will help you.

- Marlon?
- Hi.

- This is everything?
- Yes.

- Great.
- I believe it is.

- Okay.

- Mercs got adelita.

Gotta meet alvarez and galindo
at the warehouse.

Angel, set up
in the ariza tunnel.

We need someone on comms.

- What?
- Oh, fuck no.

I gotta be on this.

- Until we table
what happened in berdoo,

you take a step back.

Man, fuck you.

It's my kid!

Adelita... it's my fucking kid!

- You pick your crew.
- Go get adelita.

- It's the fucking m.C.

- hold on!

- Oh, Jesus. Thank god.

- You have to go.
- I need you to keep it going.

We'll be fine.

- Please don't.
- You have to let me go.

- We gotta go now!
- Go!

♪ ♪

- shut the fuck up!

I'm gonna fucking kill you.

They're very loud.

- Yeah, I guess so.

- You don't gotta
stay here, man.

I'm not gonna
fucking off myself.

- Actually, I'm just here
to protect the birds.

- Yeah, well,
the birds appreciate it.

- Breakfast?

- Got the call from san diego.

Adelita's been delivered
safe and sound.

She's now resting comfortably

at the 32nd street
naval station.

- Medical workup?

- Both mother
and child are fine.

- Oh, that's something,
isn't it?

And, uh, what magic...

Have our friends in
la policía estatal conjured up?

- Nothing.

They couldn't get anything
off the car.

It was burned to the bone.

- Course it was.

- Someone
intercepted that car,

figured out adelita was behind
door number three.

- Policía said that when
they got to the scene,

adelita was just...
Standing there.

The other car was too far
to pursue.

Must have been someone
who was spooked by the sirens.

A local crew,
a random carjack?

- Are 1989 crown vic wagons

the most stolen vehicle chart
these days?

Big demand in the white trash
mothers market, maybe.

- Then who goes
to all that trouble

and leaves the prize behind?

The rebels would have
taken on the cops.

Even your suspicion
about galindo,

if the cartel wanted her,
they would have her.

- It's all a bit upside down,
isn't it?

Oh, well.

You know what they say
about drastic confusion.

- No, I don't.
- What do they say?

- You should have your plebes
pack all this up,

head to san diego.

I believe admiral davidson
has accommodations for us.

Ahoy, matey.

♪ ♪

- ♪ oh, lord ♪

♪ have mercy on me ♪

♪ ♪

♪ oh, lord, have mercy on me ♪

♪ ♪

♪ if I done anybody wrong ♪

♪ ♪

- did you sleep at all?

Not really.

- What happens now?

- I suppose... Nothing.

We just keep doing
what we've been doing

and hope it doesn't
come unglued.

- I'm sure that's why
adelita did what she did,

knowing you would
keep moving things forward

without her.

- Excuse me.
- Just heard from marcus.

His escalade died.
I'm gonna go pick him up.

Luis is inside.

Mondo and batan
are at the gate.

- Okay. Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.

I should get dressed.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

Fuck out here.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

- it's the trucks
that passed us.

- Stay with them.
- Get help.

♪ ♪

- who the fuck are you guys?

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

- ♪ 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 ♪

♪ ♪


- What up, angel?
- 'sup?

- Hey, bro.
- You good?

- Mm-hmm.
- Where's coco and gilly?

- Gilly's with the chinese.
- Coco's with his kid.

- Bailing letty out?

- Something to do
with her school.

Should be back soon.

- Come on, brother.

Let's get you all cleaned up.
You smell like shit.

- All right.

- So big brother...
- How is he?

- He's fucked up.

But not broken.

Something shifted.

- Keep him close.

- Absolutely.

♪ ♪

- we got a tail.

♪ ♪

black escalade.

- Alpha, we got glue.

♪ ♪

- let's do it.

♪ ♪

- oh, fuck.

♪ ♪

- hi.

Come on in.

- The kids at school?

- Yeah, city bus.

Please, sit.

- What's going on?

- Uh... After the deadline,

I began to look through
the agra park bids

on my own, just curiosity.

- And?

- Looks like chinagra
has the best offer.

They had the largest investment
into the town.

Even their tax credits
were lower.

- How is that possible?

- I don't know.

They were the last offer in.

They came in
right under the wire.

- There is no fucking way
chinagra came in

with a lower tax credit.

Someone must have given them
info on the bids.

That's why they waited.

- I don't know.
- Maybe.

- Maybe?

Who was it?

- I don't...
- Yes, you do.

- Emily...
- Who has access to the bids?

City council, peña?

- No one.

Those bids are locked
in my office

until the deadline.

- Your office?

Fuck, so your assistant...

he'd have access.

- I don't know.

Marlon wouldn't...
He wouldn't do that.

- Why not?
- You did.

- Fuck you.
- Yes, you have.

- I should never...

I should have never taken
your filthy money.

- But you did.

And now you owe me.

So you're gonna tell me
what I need to know.

- Jesus.

Who are you?

- I guess I'm just a chip
off my mother's block.

Marlon, he's the only one
who had access to all the bids.

And if I can prove
that he helped chinagra,

that bid is disqualified, yes?

- I guess.
- Just...

- Yes.
- How much time do I have?

- Tomorrow night,

the board will start
reviewing the bids

before the town council

- Shit.

- Marlon...

What are you
gonna do to him?

- Talk to him.

Here's some more filth.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪


Two... two,

four, three.

♪ ♪

- he asked me to be discreet,

so I wrote it backwards
and in cursive.

- Good work, chucky.
- I accept that.

- Hey.

- Dude.

Relax, I'm just
pulling my bedroll.

The fuck is this?

- Something happy.

♪ ♪

- I was in berdoo yesterday.

Told packer I had
some bounty hunter up my ass,

questioning an old job.

Had him pull anything I booked
through his charter,

make copies.

- He keeps files on that shit?

- Yeah, coded.

- Have to, a lot of pieces
of the pie to be cut.

Keeps us honest.

- This one has the info
for your folks.

- Five entries.

- What's this number mean,

- Western union.

- The last four digits
id the branch.

Hermosillo, sonora, mexico.

- Sonora?


- Back then, could have been
lobo sonora too.

There were more players.

- Well, five payments,
somebody's obviously trying

to avoid having
a big number flagged.

- Most likely.

- This period of time,

galindo sr. Was already
under the doj's thumb.

If he wanted to get
anything done

behind their backs,
he'd have to hide it.

Bury it in household accounts.


Circle jerk's over.

El padrino's in trouble.

- What happened?

- We'll fill you in.

- Too early for guns.

- He just picked up the rest of
my parole shit from stockton.

- You know me, always a helper.

- I got two men on the dl.

We could use a hand.

- Alvarez?

Jax would want me to help.
I'm in.

- Can't tell you much,

other than where
to point the gun.

- I'm okay with that.

- You good with that?
- Yes, sir.

- Who attacked the station
wagon in the desert?

- Who knew adelita
was in there?

- Who knew adelita
was in there?

Take off your mask...
You fucking pussy.

- You hear anything else?
- Nothing.

Nestor's still mia.

We ran a check
on clearwater towing.

- It's a bullshit name.
- Think it's a rival

or another cartel trying
to make a play or...

- no, no, there's been no push

from any other family
or region.

I think it's the devil we know.

- Potter?
- And hobart.

- The attack on his mercs.
- Yes.

- But he got adelita.

- And that confused him more.

Look, potter hates not knowing
more than he does losing.

- Could be hobart on his own,
wanting revenge.

We killed four of his crew.

- Luis.
- Perdón, señor galindo.

- Emily,
what are you doing here?

- We need to talk.

- Here.

This is not a place
where we talk.

- I am sorry,
but I need you to...

- I don't care what you need.

I'm in the middle of something.

- Yeah, so am I.

- Go home.

- Oh, my god.
- Oh, shit, nestor.

- What happened, nestor?

- Get her the fuck out of here!

- You need to go now,
mrs. Galindo.

We know it wasn't you.

We just want names.

- Who attacked
the station wagon?

- He's close.

- Fucking go.

- No!

- I didn't wanna use the cell,

Thought if this was potter,
everything might be tapped.

- I know.

- The signs on the truck,
clearwater towing...

- They're bullshit.
- They were also magnetic.

One of them slid up
when it slammed into me.

Caught the end
of a phone number underneath,


- We can trace that.
- Yeah.

That'd be part
of the valley.

Be 760 or 442.

- Put riz on it.

- I'm gonna go find potter.

- I'll have creeper
get him to the doc.

- All good.
- Thank you.

- Meet back here.
- Yeah.

- Hey.
- Hey, easy, will ya?

It's a minefield, bro.

Beautiful one.

Still blow you
the fuck up.

♪ ♪


- You know, the little fingers
hurt the most.

Heh, nine more to go.

Come on.

- Wait, wait!
- Stop!

- What?
- Stop, man.

I'll tell you who it was.

- We used...
- Who?

- Brothers.

I'll give you a couple
of numbers.

You text them.

They'll call you back.

I can get them out here.

I can get them out here.

- Why the fuck
would we kidnap alvarez?

- Look, I know
potter is upside down

about the attack
in the desert.

He's been testing my loyalty
the whole time.

Who else would have
the stones to kidnap

my head of security?

- Okay, listen,
potter left this morning.

So if there was anything
going on...

- what?
- What, you'd know about it?

Come on, agent,
you're smarter than that.

The shit your boss does
is above everyone's pay grade,

- including his.
- Okay.

I'll let him know
you stopped by.

- Right... Like the pretty
little assistant you are.

- Fuck you.

- Yes, you have.

Ot 16 possible numbers
in the 442 area code.

- Got 12 in the 760,
most of them farms,

some industrial shit.

- I got a strange fucking text.

"For the molino twins.
Call burner.

Need you to meet me."

- "very important job.

From ma."

- you got the same message?
- I did, 20 minutes ago.

- Ma has gotta be
marcus alvarez,

but who the fuck
are the molino twins?

- Windmill.

What, you made me read
fucking "don quixote."

molino means windmill
in spanish.

- Twin windmills...


- Fucking farmland.

- See what farms
are running with wind.

Check it against the numbers.

- Sí.

♪ ♪

- andale.
- I won't be long.

- Gracias, eh?

- you all right?

- Yes.
- Thank you for doing this.

♪ ♪

- bring any photos to share?

- No.

I didn't say anything
to anyone, felipe.

Miguel, dita...
No one knows we talked.

I'm sorry.

- I appreciate that.

At some point, I hope
that you hear the truth, emily.

If not from me, then...

I'll wrap you something
to take home.

- Thank you for meeting me.
- Sure.

- Oh, no, I'm okay.
- It's...

- You're already shivering.

There you go.
How's that?

- Good.

Thank you.

- You okay?

That was rough today.

- It was my fault.

Miguel was right.
It was a mistake to go to him.

- Seemed pretty urgent.

- That's why I wanted
to see you.

I know I have no right
to ask you this.

- Ask me what?

- I need your help, ez.

I need a favor.

- Okay.

- This agra park project

that miguel and I
are working on,

there's a bidding process
that we should have won.

But our chinese competitor,

they bribed a clerk
in city planning.

They got inside information,
so they edged us out.

I need...

Fuck, I'm so sorry.
I'm... I... I...

- just ask me, em.

- I need this to work, ez.

I need something to work.

This project's all I have
right now,

and this asshole
just undermined everything.

- This what you were
gonna tell galindo?

- Yes.

That's why it's a mistake
to go to him.

I can't tell miguel.

- Why?
- What's he gonna say?

- It's not what he's gonna say.

It's what he'll do.

I just need to keep
the other world out of this.

- And what world am I in?

♪ ♪

- hopefully mine.

♪ ♪

- how'd you find out
about the bribe?

- A friend in city planning.

She got suspicious.

♪ ♪

I just need somebody
to talk to him.

You know, tell him
he has been found out,

that we'll call the police

and we'll check his phone,
his email records.

We just give him a chance
to tell the truth.

No charges, he walks away.

- And if he doesn't?

- Well, he's go to.

He... well, he's just a clerk.

He's not... he's not gonna
risk going to jail.

That's you.

- My other world.


- Yo, you done
strolling down memory lane?

You told me
30 fucking minutes.

- I'm finishing up.
- Why?

- We know
where they took alvarez.

Pick you up
at the water tower in ten.

- We all good here?

- I'll try.

- It has to be done
by tomorrow night.

♪ ♪

- we sent the texts.
- Haven't heard shit.

- They sent in
the big guns, huh?

Did potter order this, or...

Is it just you, hobart?

♪ ♪

- I'm just a solider doing
whatever he's got to do

to stop the enemy.

- Good thing
you don't ride anymore, jefe.

Oh, fuck.

- The brothers have
ten more minutes to respond.

If not...

I spike the other hand...

♪ ♪

and then I chop 'em
the fuck off.

♪ ♪

- you shouldn't be here, mikey.

- I'll be all right.

I've got you to dive
in front of the bullet.

- Always would, always will.

- Can't see shit.

- Gonna have to get closer.

- Got this.

The three of us
moving together

kind of defeats
the whole stealth thing.

I'm not suicidal,
you fucking morons.

Just let me do something right.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪


♪ ♪

♪ ♪

- time's up, consejero.

♪ ♪

I think you and I both know

that those names and numbers
were bullshit.

Gotta say, you're one
fucking tough vato, man.

- And now that you've seen
our faces,

think you know
what happens next.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

take point.

♪ ♪


- Damn you, fuckers.

Ah! Fuck!

Jesus christ.

- Ah, what the fuck?


♪ ♪

- no, no.

♪ ♪

- padrino.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

- those numbers
weren't bullshit.

- You should've learned
some fucking spanish.

- Let it go.
- Hey.

- I'll run it by bishop,
see what he says.

- Here you go.
- Thank you.

♪ ♪

- heading out?

- Give me a minute.
- Yeah.

- This cleans shit up
between us.

- This is cleaned up
when we find out who did it.

- Yeah.

- We'll find out.

- I know.

Gonna go check on pop.

- I'll come with.
- Why?

Think I'm suicidal?

- Fucking...

Fucking love you, bro.

- Love you, angel.

- Relax, primo.

I'm the one that's getting
stitched up, man.

- Don't fucking scare us
like that again.

- Nestor, come over here, man.

- You feeling better?
- Yeah.

What you did today...

Gives loyalty
a whole new meaning.

I'm proud of you,
and I thank you, my brother.

- I'm just glad you're okay,

- Now give me some more
fucking morphine.

Let me get some sleep, huh?

- ♪ If I could be like
misty roses ♪

♪ ♪

♪ I'd love you much ♪

- sorry.
- Do you need the room?

I... I just didn't wanna wake
your mother.

- No, uh, please...

Please sit.

- Before you say anything...

Today was my fault.

Like, since this whole thing
began with potter and adelita,


I enjoyed getting closer
to you, miguel.

More... Inside,

as your mother would call it.

I felt needed.

- you are.
- You are needed.

- Yeah, okay, but...

Like, the boundaries now
between the worlds,

just harder to see.

- I know. I know. I know.


I'm so sorry, mi amor.

- It's okay.

- What did you need today?

- Oh, it was silly.

I ended up making one call.

It was handled.

- Hmm.
- Nothing to worry about.

I'm gonna check on dita.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

- mm.
- Mm-hmm.

Get out.

Have the nsa, ice,
and our friends at cisen

pull everything they have
on those two names.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

- who is it?

- Ezekiel reyes.
- Can I talk to you?

- Ez reyes?


All-valley pitcher?

Marlon buksar.

I was a few years behind you,
played freshman ball.

- Oh, right.
- Right.

- Uh... Oh.

Uh... Heard about this shit.

You took a pretty hard
left turn, huh?

- Yeah, I guess so.

You mind if I come in?

- Uh, yeah, sure.

My mom's in punta gorda
with her friends,

ceramic class.

That's where she makes
all this tacky shit.

- You live with your mom?

- I'm in between places,

Uh, actually,
gonna put down a deposit

on a condo next week.

New units off the canal.

- Wow.

Things are going well
for you, marlon.

- Yeah.

What do you need from me, ez?

- I just wanted to talk to you

about the agricultural park

- Why?

What, uh...

What the fuck does that
have to do with you?

- Come on, man.

New car, new condo.

That didn't happen
on a clerk's paycheck.

- Okay, um, I think
you need to go, man.

- We know the chinese
got to you,

probably made you an offer
you couldn't refuse.

Maybe they even
threatened you.

♪ ♪

cops are gonna pull your email
and phone records, marlon.

Only one way you don't
go to jail.

Tell your boss the truth.

You throw out the bid,
it all stays internal.

No one has to know.

♪ ♪

- "we" know?

You said "we."


♪ ♪

the next best bid...


Emily thomas.

Oh, Jesus christ.

You're doing this whole
tough-guy biker shit

for your old piece of ass?

Dude, she is
a cartel whore now.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What the fuck, man?

- The only person I'm doing
this for is you, marlon.

It's your ass on the line.

♪ ♪

now, get me your phone
and your laptop.

- No.

♪ ♪

no, fuck you.

You can't make me do that.

Why don't you get out
of my house?

- Trust me,
this isn't gonna go your way.

Even a guy living
in his mom's basement

is smart enough to know that.

Give me the tech.

Just wanna look at it.

♪ ♪

- okay.

♪ ♪


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