Mayans M.C. (2018–…): Season 4, Episode 2 - Hymn Among the Ruins - full transcript

The club navigates a tenuous new world order.

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They'll never let me leave
with you.

I'm not going without you.

You ain't my brother,
motherfucker.

I'm so sorry, baby.

- We got to go. Let's go!

What the fuck?

Oh, shit!

They're hitting the clubhouse.

The fuck did you guys do?

We blew up Yuma.



All of them?

Not all of them.

- Fuck, fuck.

- Come fucking get it!

What have you done, primo?

This is my fucking club.

You fucking hear me?!

This is my fucking club!

♪ Hear ♪

♪ Hear the noise that moves
so soft and slow ♪

♪ That's the sound
of freshly fallen snow ♪

♪ Your love is gold ♪

♪ Your love
is gold ♪

♪ Seems ♪



♪ Seems as though we'll be
stuck out here... ♪

What are you doing?

Admiring what we made.

We?

Kind of feels like I've been
doing most of the work.

Oh, yeah?

Stop.

- Stop!
- What?

I'm just trying to do my part.

Well, do your part by getting me
some orange juice.

♪ Gave chase and so we run ♪

- Fine.

♪ Nothing breaks your stride
like what's become ♪

And maybe a Pop-Tart.

Strawberry.

♪ Stack ♪

♪ Stack the frozen wood
next to the shed ♪

♪ Pile it up so high,
then paint it red ♪

♪ Confuse the dogs ♪

♪ Confuse
the dogs ♪

♪ And time ♪

♪ Time we lost is resting. ♪

- You up?
- Mm-hmm.

I got to run, um,

I got a meeting this morning,
but I made you some coffee.

Hey.

- Catch you later, yeah?
- Mm-hmm.

♪ Oh, they have come
to supervise ♪

♪ I say ready, he say go ♪

♪ Oh, ready to roam
and I'm ready to roll ♪

♪ Shooting, shooting,
gotta lay your money down ♪

♪ Spinning, spinning,
spin it around ♪

♪ Place your bets,
the wheel's in spin. ♪









Issues at Perryville
have been settled.

Amends have been made.

Fentanyl. It's a fucking cancer.

If Yuma keeps stomping
on this shit,

more people are gonna
fucking die.

Man, I feel bad.
Obviously we all do, but...

It can't be a surprise to anyone
in this fucking room

that a few dead junkies
is the price of what we do.

That's a hell
of a business strategy.

Amazon should start slipping
pipe bombs into their packages.

Fuck.

My crib would've
blown up ages ago.

Like, for real, though, like,

how much shit does a baby
actually need, dawg?

- You know what I mean?
In the four months

since Canche took over, profits
are highest they ever been.

Four times higher
than when you guys

- were fucking up the pipeline.
Tell that to Ticker,

the last motherfucker
to cut our shit.

Fuck Ticker, and fuck you.

You keep crying,

but you had your shot when you
were Galindo's little bitches.

And you fucked that up, right?

And now here we...

What about Galindo?
His family. We hear anything?

Even if they made it
over the border,

there's no way LNG would
let 'em live this long.

And the shit I hear
about El Banquero...

it's dark.

What, darker than having
your lackey

throw burning oil
on a father and his kid?

Yeah, darker than that.

Fucking savages.

Really hated that French-braided
little bitch, man.

And his stupid-ass fucking
yellow glasses

looking like Elton John.

Are you all fucking done?

Galindo is dead.

LNG, Canche
and the Yuma pipeline.

That's the new world order.

It's been months, Padrino,

and we haven't even been tapped
to do a protection run.

It feels as if Santo Padre
is being starved out.

Well, now you know how it feels.

- Man, shut the fuck up.
- You shut the fuck up!

How are we supposed
to handle business

when Templo ain't nothing but
a bunch of spies and snitches?!

The fuck you calling
a snitch, motherfucker?

- Fuck you!
- Fuck you!

Fuck you!

Shut the fuck up!

The fuck out.

The fuck out!

Move, man.

I got it.

Bish likes the harder stuff
during the day.

Yeah, I'm not opposed
to switching it up now and then.

What's your name again,
sweetheart?

Treenie.

Looks like Bishop's hitting up
Gaeta's old lady.

She's been making
the rounds since he died.

They shot him dead like a dog.

And now he tries
to take his girl.

Fucking motherfucker.

Thanks.

What's up, man?

Yo, bro, I think we got off
on the wrong foot, yeah?

Yeah, bro, when you tried
to fucking shoot me?

Well, actually, I was referring
to you stabbing

and mule-kicking my ass
off the roof.

But, yeah, I guess
you got a point, too.

Look, bro.

I know this situation is fucked.

But trust me,
I don't want to be here either.

Shit, I'd much rather be at home

with my lady and my kid,
you know?

Yeah, well,
I-8's the quickest way back.

No, man.

Ending this bullshit is
the quickest way back to them.

Is there something
you want to say to me?

You know who killed
the Aztecs, bro?

I know fucking Cortés.

Yeah, everyone says
you're real smart.

But you're wrong.

It was the other
Indigenous tribes.

You see, they were so blinded
by their hatred of the Aztecs,

they allied with the Spanish.

Didn't realize they'd be next.

If we spend all our time
hating each other,

we ain't gonna be ready
when our Cortés comes knocking.

Motherfuck Cortés.

Long live the Mexica.

I know, right?

Hey, you want to earn
that bottom rocker back,

you best get out there with Coco
and get on those repairs.

- Let's go.

What the fuck was that
over there?

Nothing.

A history lesson.

Don't forget your history.

Don't forget where the fuck
you're from.

Fuck these motherfuckers.

Think they can come
into our house.

Yeah, that's right.

You fucking idiot.

Underestimate us.

Stab you in your fucking sleep.

We're with you, Prez. Forever.

What about you?

I'm with you.

EZ?

Whatever the club needs.

Yeah, that's right.

This fucking club,

right here.

Santo Padre.

Fuck everyone else.

Right?

Whatever's best.

Yeah, that's fucking right.

That's fucking right.

Man, you got to lay down
the caulking and then the shims.

I'm just checking to see
if your measurements are good.

My measurements are good but you
still gotta lay down the shims.

- I'm seeing if this fits.
- It's gonna fall if you don't...

If you don't walk away from me
in three seconds,

I'm gonna fucking murder you!

Yo, about to hit a meeting,
dawg. Are you down?

Nah, I'm good. I'm straight
with all that shit, Creeps.

Goddamn it!

All right, dawg.
Well, if you ever do...

Yeah, Creeps.
I know where to find you.

Gilly, you dropped
something, dawg.

I'll fucking drop you.

Shut up.

Son.

Somebody came looking for you.

Sounds important.

He left me this.

Chibs wants him up in Charming.

Jesus Christ.

Happy'll hang low
and it'll all blow over.

I told him that chick
was trouble.

Her old man pressing charges?

Nah, I got him straight.

Happy's been fucked
ever since Montez bailed.

Just like his fucking cousin.

Start patching in day laborers,
what'd you expect?

Montez is as much of a brother
as anyone in this fucking room.

That ain't true.

If it was, he'd be
in this fucking room.

Not out bad somewhere
doing God knows what.

What's the latest with Packer?

UC Davis--
supposed to be the best.

The brothers up north
are keeping vigil.

And the Mayans?

I don't know how many more ways
I can spell it out for you.

There ain't no appetite for war.

Well, Happy specifically
fucking told them.

But they still crossed
in our territory

without a call
and left a fucking mess.

So, tell me that's not
a very clear "fuck you."

War is bad for business.

Santo Padre's on their last leg.

Shit, the whole club's
hanging by a thread.

Let those spic dogs
eat each other.

We'll feast on the bones.

- Come in.

Normally people wait to hear
"come in" before they come in.

I'm not people.
I'm your brother.

This was in your door.
Think it's from Pops.

Bro...

How long you gonna
keep icing him out?

Stay out of it, Angel.

You know there's an entire bar
in that clubhouse, right?

Can't I just want to get
some quality time in

with my little bro?

Besides, man,

everyone in there's all moody
and shit these days.

How are things with Nails?

Good. You know?

She's, like, setting the house
all up for a baby.

Bought a bunch
of expensive-ass shit.

I don't have a fucking clue
what any of it does and...

But... things are good.

Yeah, we're good.

If you're gonna make it work...

...like, actually work...

...you got to let go, man.

The past, man.

You may have wanted something
else, but that shit's over.

It's dead.

And you got to bury it...

...or it'll haunt you.

What the fuck is wrong with you?
I just told you, we're good.

You're tripping.

Why you even bother fixing that?

Look at this place, man.
It's... sad.

It suits me.

- It's simple.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

I get it.

Never getting laid
keeps things pretty simple.

Bro, at least put something up
on the walls or get a dog

or-or get a fucking goldfish.

This place is...

depressing as fuck.

Can you turn it down a little?

Are you serious?
It's almost 2:00.

I closed last night.

I spend practically every night
at Robert's house.

The one time that I'm home,
you're gonna bust my balls?

This isn't your fucking house.

Hmm?

Forget it.

Already fucking forgot.

Eventually think...
I'm thinking a twin turbo,

maybe a new intake,
get that four-barrel carb.

I got to take off the heads,
see how the...

see how the cylinders look.

Fuck this.

- Where are you going?
- Going home.

Oh, Hank's gonna be pissed off.

Fuck Hank!

Bro, you got to get straight
with the club.

I would be straight
with the club

and not on fucking probation

if I didn't lie
to save your ass.

Only reason
you're still here, dawg,

'cause I covered for you
and your Meth Mountain bullshit.

You looked out,
and I appreciate that.

I mean, shit, you showed up
when no one else did.

But that shit's behind me.
I'm straight now.

Great, you can cover for me now.

Hey.

Hey, little guy. You okay?

They're always confused
at first...

waiting for their people
to come back.

Then, one day they realize
no one's coming.

They shut down.

They shut off, to survive.

Dogs aren't so different
from us, I guess.

Just quicker to forgive,
given the chance.

Sally.

EZ.

Short for Salomé.

EZ's short for Ezek...

If you're serious about her,
let one of the volunteers know.

They can help you
with the paperwork.

Sally, huh?

No, I just knew
she was up to something.

I mean, why did she
suddenly start

liking all my posts?

- Yeah, well... Yeah, no...

Let me ask you something.

Which one of these guys
have you been with?

- No. No, no, no.

I'm serious.

See, I-I just, I want to know
who wants to fuck Justin Bieber?

Right?

Right?

Jess, can I have another one?

Fuck this.

Young boy, hold up...
sorry, young man,

young man, come back.

Come back.



Ugh!

And the look on her face.
The terror.

I just couldn't believe
I could scare my baby that way.

I never want to feel that again.

Ever.

Thanks for sharing, Don.

Thanks, Don.

Anyone have a burning desire?

Uh, I'll go.

Neron.

Addict.

Hi, Neron.

I've been struggling lately.

I've done things...

There's people
that I can't step nine to.

That I can't...

It's like...

...sometimes we do these things.

It-it ain't nothing to us.

Shit we always do.

But then...

...sometimes...

...those same things...

...change someone.

I saw it change him.

I saw it change him.

Was there something
wrong with him?

Or, or was there something
wrong with us?

Is there
something wrong with me?

Thanks, Neron.

Thanks, Neron.

Keep coming back.

It works if you work it.

Hey.

Um...

I, uh, I just wanted
to thank you for tonight

for sharing.

It was really beautiful.

I'm all fucked-up right now.

It was a mess.

Life's a fucking mess.

But you weren't afraid
to show that. It was brave.

Plus, I couldn't take
hearing any more

about Don's fucking cat.

You know that's who he's
talking about, right?

Every fucking week.
His fucking cat.

- For real?
- Yeah.

I swear.

Okay, well, this has, um...

this has been
incredibly awkward,

so I am going to put us both
out of our misery

and go back inside.

I appreciate it.

You saying it, yeah.

I just didn't think
I made any sense in there.

It made sense to me.

Maybe you've just finally met
your fucked-up match, Neron.

All right.

Bet.

I like that.

Bet.

See you around.

♪ I never felt magic
crazy as this ♪

- ♪ I never saw moons ♪

♪ Knew the meaning of the sea ♪

♪ I never held emotion
in the palm of my hand ♪

♪ Or felt sweet breezes
in the top of a tree ♪

- Fuck you!
- ♪ But now you're here ♪

- Fuck you!
- ♪ Brighten my northern sky ♪

- Are you okay?

You deserve better.

You know that, right?

Wow.

Thank you.

Words of wisdom from
a junkie piece of shit.

Welcome home.

♪ How about some truth now,
honey, oh... ♪

I got your back, whatever
move you want to make.

Alvarez, Canche,

they don't have this chapter's
best interest in mind.

♪ To come up... ♪

Get the fuck away from me.

♪ To be home ♪

♪ You know... ♪

- ♪ You know I ♪

♪ I'm the city ghost now... ♪

The only reason you're not dead

is out of some misguided sense
of fucking loyalty.

Don't get that shit twisted.

I'm not okay with what you did.

We ain't fucking good.

Now get the fuck out of my face.

♪ So I'm working in the morn ♪

♪ There's no heaven
on the field. ♪

Doc, Chibs, they're coming
from a place of fear.

They're old men, scared.

Everybody's worried
about optics.

Everyone's a fucking
businessman.

What happened
to being an outlaw?

Just get off it, man.
That shit's not gonna happen.

Doc's right.
Whole club's about to fold.

So what?

We just let this shit slide?

No, just let nature
take its course.

Don't worry, man, that shit's
gonna work itself out.

♪ I know you know
so very, very, very well ♪

♪ Your body will be
like thunder ♪

♪ Like thunder ♪

♪ Yeah, I am wind ♪

♪ Blowing through your hair ♪

♪ Rest your head
out the window ♪

♪ Let the wind blow
through your hair ♪

♪ Yeah, I can't wait
any longer ♪

♪ You got to know ♪

♪ I am standing there ♪

- ♪ Rest your head
out the window ♪

♪ Let the wind blow
through your hair... ♪

Fuck!

Jesus, Ronnie. I've already
turned it down twice!

♪ You got to know... ♪

What the fuck
are you doing here?

Can I come in?

I'm having
a shitty fucking day.

Please tell me Mom's dead.

It's not Mom, Jaz.

Something happened.

I found something
and I don't know what to do.

Well, is it red and itchy?

Because, if so,
that's what you get

for hanging around
those fucking beaners.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Where did you get that?

Hank?

Come on in.

- Thank you, ma'am.
- Please. Izzy.

It's my turn.

You're cheating.

- You're cheating.
- Yeah, you're cheating.

Oh, you're both against me now?
See, that's cheating.

- Babe.
- That's not...

Hank's here.

Sorry it's so late.

Come on, kids.
It's time for bed.

No, Mom.
- Tessa,

- to bed.
- We're winning.

You heard what your mom said.
She called it.

You know what that means, right?

Tomorrow we start
all over again, 0-0.

You're a cheater.

No, I'm a winner.

- And you need to go to sleep.

-Good night, Santi.
-Good night, Dad.

Come on, guys.
Go... brush your teeth.

I know.

I got to go to work.

Mm-hmm.

Sit down.

How's it looking?

It's complicated.

Emotions are still
running real high.

I need to know where
everybody's loyalties lie.

You know what I'm asking, Hank.

Am I going to have a problem
with Bishop?

The brothers.

They still... they still
look to him as a leader.

Is he riling them up against
the other charters?

The club...

They're in a lot of pain.

We need you.

We need you to lead us back
to being whole again.









Listo.

You got to be ready for war!

Anyplace.

The enemy is everywhere.

Dos.

- The enemy is everyone.
- Una, dos, tres.

Una, dos, tres.

Una, dos, tres. Una, dos.

Tres. Una...

Hey, hey.

It's okay.

It's okay.

What's that?

Picked up dinner.

What is it? My birthday?

Can't have you taking
all the credit.

- That's my baby, too.

Wow.

I should call you out
on your shit more often, huh?

- Shut up.

I'll go grab some plates.

- ♪



♪ You told me the day ♪

♪ That you show me your face ♪

♪ We'd be in trouble ♪

♪ For a long time ♪

♪ I can't wait ♪

♪ Till we're afraid ♪

♪ Of nothing ♪

♪ I can't wait ♪

♪ Till we hide ♪

♪ From nothing ♪

♪ Nothing ♪

♪ And you ♪

♪ Decide ♪

♪ You throw me a lame
"wait shit out" ♪

♪ You're a little late ♪

♪ I need you ♪

♪ To be afraid of nothing ♪



♪ Turning my way ♪

♪ You show me your face ♪

♪ We've known each other ♪

♪ For a long time ♪

♪ I can't wait ♪

♪ Till we're afraid ♪

♪ Of nothing ♪

♪ I can't wait ♪

♪ Till we hide ♪

♪ From nothing ♪

♪ Nothing ♪

♪ And you ♪

♪ Decide ♪

♪ You throw me a lame
"wait shit out" ♪

♪ You're a little late ♪

♪ I need you ♪

♪ To be afraid of nothing ♪

♪ I need you ♪

♪ To be afraid of. ♪

Can I get another?

Sorry, Terry.
I'm all out of High Life.

Hey, Ter, should we blame that
on the Mayans, too?



Hey.

What are you doing here, baby?

Okay, I'm sorry. Look,
she didn't mean shit to me.

- I just get fucking stupid
some...
- That ain't why I'm here.

What the fuck's all this?

- Jaz, please. I don't...
- Show him.