Mayans M.C. (2018–…): Season 2, Episode 8 - Kukulkan - full transcript

A deal is on the table for the MC but the price is paid in blood.

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

- I thought jax wanted you guys
out of the gun business.

- Transition's taking longer
than we thought.

- Hey, wait, wait.
- Oh. Ow.

- W-what the fuck?
Who did this?

- They were bikers.
Patches said vatos malditos.

- A long time ago,
I patched the vm.

Started with petty stuff.

Then el palo
became the shot caller.

Took a turn, got dark.

- Your spanish is colloquial.

- I learned from an angel
in coatzacoalcos.

- Where's that angel now?

- Have the nsa, ice,
and our friends at cisen

pull everything they have
on those two names.

- Nestor.
- What's up, mikey?

- Keep me posted
when and where my wife goes.

- 24-7?
- Yes.

- If there's anything I can do,
please just let me know.

[soft dramatic music]

- em, there might be something
you can help me with.

♪ ♪

it's a family thing.

[motorcycles rumbling]

[rhythmic spanish
trumpet music]

♪ ♪

[man singing in spanish]

♪ ♪

[soft music]

♪ ♪

- [sighs]

♪ ♪

- jesus.

♪ ♪

[upbeat latin music playing]

♪ ♪

- that thing's gonna
make you stupid.

- Yeah.

Might be too late.

♪ ♪

- when's the vote?

- End of the week.

- It's your life.

Whatever choices you make...

I'm here, son.

- I know, pop.

♪ ♪

- you know all these books
smell like cow's blood, right?

- You know you're supposed to
read them not smell them, right?

- Blow me.

- [chuckles]
- love you, pop.

- [speaking spanish]
- bish called.

I'm at the table.

- I'll catch up.

[motorcycle engine turning over,

[motorcycle departing]

[cell phone vibrating]

♪ ♪

- hello?

- Yeah.

[upbeat music playing
softly over radio]

♪ ♪

[cell phone chimes]

- excuse me.
Are the bathrooms back there?

- Yes.
First door.

♪ ♪

- hey.
- Hey.

- Is this okay?

- Yeah.
I only have a minute.

- Did you find anything?

- When you asked me to do this,

I didn't say anything
or question it.

I owed you the favor.

- You found something.

- Two weeks ago, in dita's room,

a photo of felipe
and josé galindo.

Did you know your father
worked for the--

- yes.

He's policía federal...

On galindo's payroll,
lifetime ago.

- Wh--
is that what this is?

So what, something
between felipe and josé?

What, something personal?

I am part of this now, ez.

Things with miguel--

if he knew I was here
with you...

just tell me the truth.

- [sighs]

the money transfers--

the amounts you're looking up--

they were used to hire a gunman

to kill my parents.

- Marisol?
- And pop, too.

- No.
That can't be right.

I loved your mom.
- She loved you, em.

- Ez...

The galindos couldn't have.

They had nothing to do
with what happened.

That's insane.

- Em, you know me.

I wouldn't be here
if I wasn't sure.

I've already thought about this
way too much.

- About what?

- I think...

Ignacio cortina
did something bad.

Pissed off josé galindo.

That's why mom and pop fled.

Started fresh here...

Far enough away from sonora

but close enough
to check in with family.

Then when miguel moved
to santo padre after cornell,

that's when he found them--

now marisol and felipe reyes.

- No.


Miguel had nothing
to do with this.

He didn't touch the business
until after josé died.

I know miguel.

He is...

He is not the person
who destroyed your family.

- Destroyed us, em.

Our future.
Our baby.

Then he fucking married you--
- [grunts]

stop it.

Stop it.

[soft guitar music]

♪ ♪

- look...

Let's just...

Let's just keep this
with what we know.

The amounts I gave you--

did you find anything?

- And what if I did...

Find something,
then what?

José is dead.

Why are you doing this, ez?

♪ ♪

- please tell me.

- You're wrong.
- Tell me, em.

- You're wrong,
and I'll prove it.

- Em.

[door closes]


♪ ♪

[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 ♪

♪ ♪

- chibs say why
they had to push it up?

- No, just that
they've run out of time.

We need to take control
of the gun trade now,

or we could lose it.

- The meet's set.

Flying serpent lodge.
8:00 p.M.

Skint'll do it right.

- No casino?

- That many patches at a table,

I thought we might want
a quieter place

off the main strip.

We're still covered
by tribal law.

- Moving guns.

Won't that land
on northern cali?

Why are we doing this?

- Yeah.
No disrespect.

I know you got to be there.
Kings make the call.

But we got enough shit
going on down here.

- Samcro asked for our charter
at the table.

- This is one of jax teller's
last requests.

We got to represent.

- I'll reach out to charming,
tell them it's a go.

- I'll make the ride
through calls.

- Good.

Problems of abundance.

[[door opens,
indistinct chatter]

[rock music playing
softly over radio]

♪ ♪

- what's up?
- Heard from emily.

- What?

- [sighs]
she found an old picture.

Galindo's mother had it.

Pop and josé galindo.

Emily knows
he worked for the cartel.

- Jesus.

- I had to tell her the truth...

Why we needed to find
the source of the transfers.

- Fuck.
That was a risk, man.

- I know.

- [scoffs]
what'd she find?

- [scoffs]
she wouldn't tell me.

She couldn't wrap her head
around galindo--

galindo's family
being part of mom's murder.

- Shit.

- Sorry.

[cell phones chime and vibrate]

- I fucking hate this guy.

[cell phone vibrating]

- [smooching playfully]
- [speaking indistinctly]

- [sighs]

- [speaking spanish]

- [speaking spanish]

[door opens]

- morning.

- Morning.

You okay?

- Yeah.

I just couldn't sleep.

- Yes, you were
up and out so early.

- Yes.
I went to storage.

I still can't find that article
with my dad's quote.

And then I had
to get my nails done.

- Well, that's not
the best outfit

to go digging around
old boxes, sweetheart.

- No, it wasn't.

I have to change.

Where are you today?

she has the shrink.

- Flores pequeñas.
Couple meetings.

But I can take her.
- Thanks.

I-I should be able
to pick her up.

I thought this was okay.

- Yeah.

I'm glad they didn't disclose
what happened with the bids--

you know,
the whole marlon mess.

- Why would they?
It was ruled a suicide.

I wish they mentioned
our employment stats,

you know, show how many mouths
we actually feed.

- Well, there'll be
more coverage.

- I know. Well, that's why
I want to find the quote.

It'd be perfect
for the groundbreaking.

- Mm.

- I'll make us dinner?

- Yeah.
That'll be nice.

[footsteps departing]

- [speaking spanish]

- [speaking spanish]

[newspaper thuds on table]

stay with her.

[door opens]

[door closes]

[motorcycle engines rumbling,
crows cawing]

- los hermanos reyes.

[engines shut off,
crows cawing]

fearlessly feasting
on rotted flesh.

Pure instincts--

turning decay into sustenance,

life into death--

- what the fuck do you want?

- [chuckles]

seems our, uh...

Our fates are entwined...

And here we are again
in need of each other.

- [scoffs]
- [scoffs]

we don't need you.

- Of course you do.

[speaking spanish]

- you don't know shit about us.

And you wouldn't know
a familia fuerte

if it crawled up your skinny,
psychotic ass.

- [chuckles]

sadly, there is truth in that.

My relationship with edward was,
at best, tense.

Lone military brat
up against a full bird

with a fifth of cutty.


- Yeah, man,
we've all lived through

the after-school special.

- Why mention our father?

This have something to do
with you showing up at the shop?

- That is why
we need each other, ezekiel--

for the sake of our fathers.

- Oh, this'll be good.

- You see,

I want to make
the colonel proud.

Solve the big rebellion puzzle.

But to do that,
I need to know the truth

about what happened
in the desert.

And you two,

you need to make
your padre proud,

and to do that,
you'll have to save

ignacio cortina
from being deported.

- You fucking cunt.
- Hey, hey, no, no!

Don't let him get to you!

- Good advice, brother.

- Tell us
what the fuck you want,

or I'll pull my gun,

and while the suits
take me down,

he'll cut your
fucking heart out.

- Whether you're
inside his circle or not,

you had proximity to the cartel

and to señor galindo.

[shouting] so my question is
to you, gentlemen,

how far does the ruse go?

How far?

[normal voice]
you will tell me everything.

Rebels, adelita,

galindo, palomo,
all the pieces--

tangible truth
supported by evidence.

If not,

I'll have ice pick up
felipe reyes,

an illegal immigrant
with a violent past.

He'll be locked away in one of
our fabulous detention centers.

And we all know
what happens there, don't we?

- [stammers softly]

what if there's no more truth?

You have everything
that you want.

- There's always more truth, ez.

I will give you
a few days to, uh,

figure out how to play it.

I'll do what I can to keep
all the reyes men alive.

- [sighs]
he's done it again.

He's fucking played us.
[breathing heavily]

- no, not yet.
Not yet. Hey.

Hey, fuck this guy.
[car door closes]

- [sniffs, breathing heavily]

- he's not gonna
break up your family

or our family.

You hear me?
[engine turning over]

he doesn't win.
Not again.

[crows caring, car departing]


He doesn't win.

- [inhales deeply]

[grunts softly]
come on, we got a long ride.

gives us time to think.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[car door closes]

- [speaking spanish]

- no.

[speaking spanish]

- [speaking spanish]
- [speaking spanish]

[engine turning over]

[engines rumbling]

[indistinct chatter in spanish]

- everybody's here.

- Hey, brother.
- Raza.

[chatter continues]

- good to see you, brother.

[chatter continues]
good to see you, brother.

- Where you think
you going, snitch?

- What?
You forget what you did?

- Yeah, well,
ticker was my primo.

- He was also a lying thief.

I wouldn't lead with that part
of the family tree, ganso.

- Let a patch
have an opinion, man.

He ain't your brother here.
He's a fucking noob.

- Hey.

Fuck that fat little burrito.

- This is perfect, adam.
- Good, good.

The south room should be able
to handle your meeting.

Same protocol.
My guys are around.

Just let them know
if you need anything, all right?

- [speaks uto-aztecan]
- [speaks uto-aztecan]

bishop, how are you?

- Good to see you, brother.
- Good to see you, too.

- Dita.

- Ignacio.

- [sighs] I'm a little too old
to be discreet.

Your son's gonna find out
that we've been talking.

- Perhaps,
but we're almost done.

- Done with what?

What are we doing, dita?

- [speaking spanish]

- [sighs]

I'm sorry.

I loved you...

At first.

But it was wrong and dangerous
for the both of us.

I tried to end it many times,

but you would not listen.

- Because you fell in love
with someone else...

Isabel varela.

Village girl.

- Yes.


- It's so sad, felipe.

- I know.

And I'm very sorry
that I hurt you.

- [speaking spanish]

[soft guitar music]

- [speaking spanish]

- [speaking spanish]

♪ ♪

[door opens]

♪ ♪

- [sighs]
fuck me.

♪ ♪

[door closes]

[cell phone clicking]

[line trilling]

- you have reached
the voice mailbox of--

[door opens]

- she's not picking up.

- [exhales deeply]

what the fuck
are we gonna do, bro?

- We'll know when we know.

- You got to stop praying
in the church of coco, man.

It's freaking me out.

[rival sons' "do your worst"]

♪ ♪

reaper's here.

- ♪ see that stranger ♪

♪ coming over here ♪

♪ though you don't
recognize him ♪

♪ I know your preacher will ♪

♪ ♪

- so who do we got to fuck
to get a drink around here?

- [laughs]

- bish.

- Hey.

[line trilling]

[cell phone vibrating]

[vibrating stops]

- you have reached
the voice mailbox--

[indistinct chatter]

- we never thought

this transition
would've taken so long.

Things up in northern cali
are just only settled down.

And our other interests--

it's finally starting
to land in the black.

- We've had a few
sea changes ourselves.

- Oh, yeah.

How is el padrino?

- Settling into the suit.

- Shit we had going--

we haven't made, uh, the handoff
an easy task.

- Well, the north cali
port authority

has made that decision
for all of us.

They're closing down
mendocino port,

which means the irish will have
nowhere to bring their guns.

- [sighs]

- [scoffs]
- how long?

- Two weeks.

There's one more shipment
on the way.

That arrives Tuesday.

After that...

We get nada.

- That explains the urgency.

- The irish are nervous.

They're already looking
for new dealers.

I'm sorry we're dropping
all this shit in your laps

right now,
but it's just the way it is.

- You want to bring them south.

That's why my crew is here.

- Aye.

- Russians run long beach.

San diego's a naval clusterfuck.

- Farther south, brother--

We have contacts in tijuana--

an mc down there
runs the port.

- The vatos malditos.

- Cabrones, man.

[indistinct chatter]

- shit.

- What?

- We just had a little
a run-in with the vm.

Didn't end well.

- Well, fuck.

- Look,
el palo is a friend of mine.

He didn't mention it
when we talked.

- You talked to them already?

- Yeah, I had to make sure
we could make a deal.

They're coming up here.

- Are you fucking kidding me?

- Easy.
- Hey, look.

If palo didn't say anything
about a beef,

that means he's willing
to sit down.

Okay, nothing's gonna go
off the rails with us here.

You got my word.

- Aye.

this bad blood...

It ain't historical.

It just happened.

You can sort
this kind of shit out.

Come on.

There's a lot of money
on the table here, gentlemen.

I'm sure we can put
a deal together

where we all come out whole.

[soft guitar music]

♪ ♪

- you bring them to the table.

They're willing to talk...

We're willing to listen.

- It's a beautiful thing.
That's all we wanted.

♪ ♪

- [clears throat, sighs]

♪ ♪

- señorita palomo.

- Señor galindo.

- [speaking spanish]

- [speaking spanish]

- mm-hmm.

[door opens]

- hey, when you're done
filling those up,

why don't you hit ours, too?

- That's not gonna happen.

- [scoffs]
the fuck did you say?

- Clear it with my sponsor.

- Well, fuck that, bitch.

Buy us gas
and fill our tanks.

- Pick up your money.

- Hey, this don't concern you.

- Yes, it does.
Get lost.

- Are you choosing a prospect
over a patch?

- Nah, we're choosing
a brother just doing his job

over two lames.

- Take it easy.

- I'm feeling a little
burnt out from the ride.

Hey, prospect, do me favor.

- Yeah?

- Fuck this bitch up.

[rock music]

- oh, shit.

- Oh, man.
Big mistake, prospect.

all right.

♪ ♪

- what the fuck?
He can't hit a patch.

- Can if I tell him to.
[men grunting]

- that's fucked, man.
He put fucking hands on us.

- Just obeying orders.

- Bullshit.

- What?

You want to bother the kings
with this petty shit right now?

Go ahead.

- All good, boy scout?

- [breathing heavily]


I fucking needed that.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- fuck me.

♪ ♪

- thank you.

- Sorry I'm a little late.
- No problem.

- How was the session?

- So illuminating.

[car door opens, closes]

[engine turning over]

[indistinct chatter]

- vatos are here.

[door opens]

- hey.
- Hey.

- You didn't tell me you guys
got into it with the mayans.

- "into it"?

[speaking spanish]

- [speaking spanish]

- tell me, hermano...

Are they into it?

- [sighs]

I'll tell you what they're into.

Same as you--

making fucking money.

You rode six hours here
to throw shade?

I know they fucked up your crew.

But we'll make that right.

So you either join us

or fuck off back to tj.

- [scoffs]

- 'cause I don't have time
for this shit.

- You got it...

[speaking spanish]

[tense music]


♪ ♪

- santo padre, with respect...

Will schedule with the irish.

Vm unloads and stores,

to east cali border.

We think 30% for the vatos
is a fair cut.

- We're good with that.

- And how much will it cost us
for the port official?

- We unload twice a month.

Secure storage.

[speaking spanish]

- [speaking spanish]

- [speaking spanish]

- ah.

7k u.S. Dollars.

- Sounds about right.

- What's sam crow's take?

- We were supposed to get a cut
for the first two years,

but considering it's taken

almost three years
to hand it off--

- we're okay with that--

you getting the 10%.

- That's what teller wanted.

- That's more than
a fair deal, gentlemen.

- Hey.
[whispers indistinctly]

- okay.

- We'll throw half of our 10%
to the vatos.

5% for restitutions.

- And, uh...

What about the mayans?

What about their restitution?

♪ ♪

- you lost men because you came
into our fucking backyard.

No call, no respect.

What the fuck did you think
was gonna happen?

- We didn't know it was still
your territory, man.

Thought you were too thick
with the cartel to care

if a few patches came and made
a little border scratch.

- You were wrong.

- Fuck you, traidor!

Mayans killed nine of my men.

- Because
you were fucking wrong!

- Can we just agree that maybe
you're both fucking wrong?

♪ ♪

come on, brother.

You need to put something
on this fucking table.

♪ ♪

- [whispering indistinctly]

[both whispering indistinctly]

- first year...

We'll match your 5%.

- Fuck that!

- Fuck you!
[guns cocking]

- fuck, man!

Jesus christ!


You fucking mexicans.

You make us scots look sensible.

How about this?

Let's say the mayans
match our 5% for two years.

♪ ♪

come on, gentlemen.

Get your fucking dicks
off the table.

This is a fair deal.

♪ ♪

there we go.


And now we're all
a little bit richer.

Slange var.

Cheers to you all.

[knocking on table]

- any luck
at the storage unit?

Did you find
your father's quote?

- No.

No, I didn't.

Just some old household bills
from ten years ago.

Piqued my curiosity.

- Such a long time ago.

- You told me...

You chose to live
outside the circle

for miguel.

- I did.

- So even when josé was
under the doj deal?

He didn't use you
to circumvent their scrutiny?

- What's in
the envelope, emily?

- Questions.

- Questions
about old accounts.

I'm afraid the answers you want
are all dead and buried.

- I need to go downtown.

I have a few more errands.

[car door opens, closes]

[indistinct chatter]

- keep in touch.
- Yeah, man.

[indistinct chatter]

- all right, my brother.
- Great meeting.

- Yeah, man.
Went good.

My brother.

- So you sure
you don't want to stay?

- Hell, no.

Man was not intended to survive
in this fucking heat.

- Yeah, he got to head
back north

before he turns into
a puddle of jameson.

- there's some truth in that.

- [sighs]

- we did it.

Jacky-boy'd be proud.

- Yeah.

He would.

- Good luck.
- Be safe.

- See you after.
- Yeah.

[engines turning over]

- she's got to
pick up eventually.

[cell phone clicking]

[line trilling]

[phone vibrates, stops]

- where do you want to go,

- Head into town--
the butcher shop.

I want to see
if it's still open.

- Reyes carnecería?

- Yes.

[soft dramatic music]

- you have reached
the voice mailbox of em--

♪ ♪

- let's get a drink.

♪ ♪

- looks like they're closed.

- I, uh--

I'm sure they'll open for us.

I promised miguel
a good steak for dinner.

[siren wailing in the distance]

[knock at door]

- [softly]
ah, jesus.

Now this one.

[door bells jingle]

- I know you're closed.

I just wanted
to grab a few steaks.

- Of course.

[door creaking]

pretty sure
this isn't about meat.

[door closes,
door bells jingle]

- no, it's not.

- I'll get you
a couple of steaks here.

[lively latin music
playing softly]

♪ ♪

- I was in storage today looking
at old accounting ledgers.

I found those.

- Tell me
what I'm looking at here.

- What happened
between you and dita?

Was it an affair?

Did it piss off josé?
Is that why you left?

- Tell me what
I'm looking at here, emily.

♪ ♪

- ez knows a...

Hit man killed marisol...

And was supposed
to kill you, too.

- A hit man?

Ez told you this?

- Yes.

He also knows that the payments
came from mexico.

Money transfers.
These checks match the amounts.

They are from the galindos
personal accounts.

Household bills, groceries,
local vendors...

Dita signed the checks.

I'm so sorry, felipe.

But I'm afraid
of what this means.

I don't know what happens next.


I didn't know
who else to come to.

- Does anybody else
know about this?

- No.

What do I do?

- Nothing right now.

- I have to protect my family.
- I know.

And I have to protect mine.

Just give me a couple days.

We'll get it together
and make sure everyone's safe.

- Thank you.

♪ ♪

[vehicle approaching]

[door opens,
door bells jingle]

[car door closes]

[door bells jingle]
what are you doing here?

- I was just about
to ask you the same thing.

[door opens,
door bells jingle]

- your steaks.

- Yes.
Thank you.

- It seems as if
all the women in my life

can't stay away from you,
señor reyes.

- I'm the only butcher in town.

I'm sure you can appreciate
a good monopoly, son.

Have a good night.

[door opens,
door bells jingle]

- nestor's keeping
a short leash on me.

[door closes,
door bells jingle]

- in the car.

[soft somber music]

♪ ♪

[car doors close]

[engine turning over]

[rock music playing]

♪ ♪

[engine grinding]

[engine turning over]

♪ ♪

[bottle shatters]

- oh, what the fuck was that?

- Did you see that?
- Hurry up.

- What the fuck, prospect?
- Shit.

- Jesus. What the hell?

- oh, shit!

- Inside!
On me.

We'll hit them from the side.

- God.
- Ah, shit!

- Fuck!
- Taz, get down!

- Fuck.

[bullets ricocheting]

- [screams]

- coco!

- Come on.
Hurry, hurry!

Get him, get him, get him!


[indistinct shouting]
- go, go, go, go!

- Fuck!

- Let's go, let's go!
- Let's go, let's go.

- Shit. Riz.

[dramatic music]

[tires squealing]

- fuck!

♪ ♪

- hey, hey, you good?
- He's barely got a pulse.

- Riz.
- Riz, come on.

- Riz! Riz!

- Call a fucking ambulance!

- Now! Fuck!

- [groaning]
- you all right, man?

You all right?

- [grunts]
I can't fucking see.

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