Mayans M.C. (2018–…): Season 5, Episode 2 - Lord Help My Poor Soul - full transcript
EZ's attempt to reclaim the pipeline brings danger to the club's doorstep.
With Tito and Mick
out, Orange County's gone.
- Inland Empire.
- You got it.
It's a solid bunch of
brothers. We'll hold it down.
You're the last stand
between us and them.
What do you know about me?
You ex-military?
- Blackwater?
- Close enough.
We are unfuckable.
Now, shall we begin...
the future?
It's
time to come home.
For us to be a family again.
Miguel, what did
you do to my sister?
- Say hi to Mommy.
- Hi, Mommy.
Yeah...
Everything you fucking
said is a fucking lie.
It's just complicated.
- Fuck this.
- We have you.
So please, let me help you.
I'm not a fucking rat.
One of the brothers you're
trying to protect is a rat.
I want you out.
I'm happy.
I won't be here to see it burn.
- You with them?
- Who?
- Iron War.
- Fuck Iron War.
Bunch of cops and COs
playing one-percenter.
You paying taxes
now to Iron War?
They came here.
Sister Anne made
sure one of them
left grinning.
You got something
to say to your boyfriend,
you can hold onto his pocket
when I do your cavity search.
Tell that Mayan rat
"Smokey says hello."
Let's go. Let's go.
Oh, shit.
What do they know?
I'm gonna
go find out now.
EZ.
It's gonna be okay.
I said goodbye and I was out.
So it must have
been after I left.
Did anything happen in visiting?
Nothing. No trouble.
Half of those COs are Iron War.
All right? This don't
happen without them knowing.
What kind
of shape's he in?
I don't know.
Just found out from
Sandoval's cousin.
- Sandoval get hit, too?
- Nah.
Said it
happened too fast.
- Bullshit.
- Well, he's PC'ed up now.
Cousin heard from
Sandoval's girl.
She called out of
respect to the club.
So Creep's
just standing alone
in there now?
Don't know how much longer
he'll be standing at all.
He got hit pretty bad.
What the fuck are we gonna do?
I'm good
alone with him.
- You sure?
- Yeah.
I got it. Thanks.
Jesus.
Get the fuck out.
Let me...
Let me put you in
protective custody.
Fuck that.
They'll have to
fucking kill me first.
You know, I drive out.
Park on the ridge
road by the gun tower.
And I just sit there...
wondering which cell is yours.
What you're doing.
- If you're safe.
- What the fuck is it that you,
- that you want from me?
- What do I want from you?
I don't know, how about
a fucking time machine
so I can go back and never push
for this fucking assignment?
I need you to know that
that picture of my ex,
you remember that picture,
it... well, he wasn't just...
I don't care for your lies.
- This isn't a lie.
- I don't give a fuck.
Yeah.
Okay, um...
He wasn't just my ex.
He was my partner.
The love of my life.
And a gangbanger,
a lowlife just like you,
shot him in the face.
I wasn't ready to come back.
- I thought that I...
- I ain't a gangbanger.
You...
are a fucking criminal.
A fucking scumbag.
And that's how you honored
the love of your life?
Spreading your
legs for a scumbag?
You're a fucking lowlife.
And I'm sure your
man had it coming.
You are a fucking piece of shit,
and I hope you
fucking die out there.
Hey. Wait.
I just...
Please, Neron.
Let me make one call.
Help keep you safe.
If you really want to help me...
You said there was a rat.
In Santo Padre.
I need you to find
out who it is.
Hey, boss, aren't
you late for your shift?
Who we got on?
Stick and Thompson on unit five.
Rodriguez and Jones
on the floor with you.
All right, fine.
Any trouble with the
paperwork from last night?
No. Sullivan and Rose
get a paid week off.
Counseling for
witnessing a violent act.
God bless Sacramento liberals.
Oh, this is cute. You
guys playing dress-up?
You supposed to be the
leader or something?
Oh, shit.
I didn't think the janitor crew
came on till the third shift.
You cool with all
that racist shit?
Oh, come on.
Not every white
guy's a racist, José.
That's yourshit to work through.
The only colors I see
are black and blue.
Is this supposed to be blue?
This looks a little
too, uh, too sweet
to be blue.
More like a...
- Violet.
- Ah, mira.
- A tough fucking violet.
- Yeah.
You let one of our brothers
get hit last night.
Can't help if Mayans are nothing
but bottom-feeders these days.
That motherfucker was there.
You been out to the
Salton Sea lately?
No.
But I've been between
your mother's legs.
Tasted like soap, but
might've been the cilantro.
What the fuck did you...
Yeah.
Sad.
Mayans were great once.
Under Alvarez.
But now it's just...
You can hide behind
that fucking badge,
but you let someone
get us inside,
we can get you anytime outside.
Are you supposed to be some
kind of leader or something?
You're coming crying to me
because you can't keep
your own men safe.
Hey, hey. No, no, no.
This is not the time.
Not the time.
If y'all want to stay, we
got plenty of cots for you.
Hey!
How many times I got to tell
you, you don't touch this.
Marcus.
He knows better.
Come on, Santi. Let's
wash up for lunch.
Mmm.
Soledad and I have
found common ground.
And we hope that
you will join us.
What is it that
Lincoln Potter wants?
You think I don't know
about the puppeteer's hand
up your asses?
A doctor surprised me once
with a prostate check.
I had that pinche
joto'sbody cut up
and scattered all over the city.
But, um...
you seem comfortable
with that arrangement.
Maybe it's in your blood.
Your cuckold father
let the Americanos
lock up his balls in a cage.
Yes.
Potter has sent us here.
But what I'm comfortable
with is the belief
that if we band
together, we puppets
will finally have autonomy
from the U.S. government.
Because as long as we're
at war with each other,
they will own us.
But this...
confederacy isn't only
smart financially, but...
Lately,
I've struggled...
with the thought of my legacy.
As fathers...
you and I,
we must decide...
do we leave our
children an empire...
or a battlefield?
And you expect my men
to forgive these bastards
after decades of blood spilt?
That blood has
spilled on both sides.
But we personally guarantee
that moving forward,
our men will embrace
each of yours...
as brothers.
Miguel.
You want to be a
real boy, Pinocchio?
Okay.
Let's fuck the
Americanostogether.
His name was Tomás.
Our
top-tier Deluxe Suites
include a queen-sized
bed, a private bathroom,
a sitting area and
views of the courtyard.
How much is that?
What's the tier down from that?
Our Standard Suites come
with a shower, toilet,
queen-sized bed
and a lounge chair.
Is there a tier below that?
Stop calling me that.
Because it's what you are.
- I fucking ain't.
- You're proving it right now.
I ain't proving shit.
I'm fucking Puerto Rican.
- Boricua.
- Yeah, my apologies on that.
Fuck you. I ain't fucking Arab.
- I'm fucking American.
- Exactly something
an ignorant-ass
philistine would say.
I told you to stop
fucking calling me that.
Mm-hmm.
Now go do your fucking job.
- Fuck you.
- Yeah.
Hey.
Your bag's in there, okay?
What did I do?
Nothing, Ma.
We talked about this.
You keep falling.
You keep forgetting.
This place is just better.
It's safer.
I'm sorry.
I won't do it again.
I will be good.
Hey.
You didn't do
anything wrong, Ma.
Nothing.
Please, mijo, don't
leave me here.
- I'm not gonna leave you.
- It's best
if you just go.
You can, you can
see her tomorrow.
Your son is gonna
visit tomorrow, okay?
No, mijo, don't go.
No.
Please, don't leave me here.
You got any idea
the hell that's about to
unleash on you all for this?
This is for Creeper.
Who's running the
fucking pipeline?
- Fucking tell me who!
- Bro, come on.
EZ!
Fuck!
Fucking tell us!
That's fucking enough!
After what that motherfucker
did to Creeper?!
This motherfucker is
an ass-kicking away
from giving us anything we need.
Fuck you for not
knowing what the fuck...
Hey, hey!
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Get off me.
What do we do?
Find somewhere to dump
this motherfucker.
Hello.
You're late.
If that's an issue...
Oh, no, it's not an issue.
I'm very grateful to spend
every minute with my grandson.
I'm just worried about you.
Look at me.
I know firsthand what it's
like to live this life.
I know what it does to someone.
I'm fine.
I'll see him tomorrow?
I'm fine.
Daddy!
Hey. Oh, my God.
Oh!
You're so heavy. Uh-oh.
Oh. Stuck in the spin cycle!
Maria said you didn't
leave the house today.
It's not healthy...
living like a prisoner.
Don't be dramatic.
You can leave any time you want.
But you will never be
alone with my son again.
Just wait.
Right? This isn't so bad.
Being together.
A family.
What
doesfamilia mean to you?
Is it the squiggly
line of your DNA?
Vainly fucking to
recreate yourself
in this sullen, gassy form?
Or a finger poked
with a jackknife,
blood smeared, oath
taken, "brothers."
My brother won't see me.
'Cause I think he's
ashamed... of me.
All I ever wanted was to be him.
Even now,
as he lies all shriveled
and sponge-bathed in hospice,
I still...
I still envy him.
Because he knows something
no one in this room does.
The ending.
But he was almost
surprised, remember, Ter?
When you let the Mayans
nearly get my brother
sitting all alone
in a hospital bed?
What did you see
in that elevator?
Hmm?
When those bullets
tore through you?
God?
A vast yawning blackness?
Or just...
But...
I believe everything's a
blessing if you make it.
So I realized it was time
for the prodigal son,
lost but now found,
to return home.
Faithful servant to the
blood brothers of his club.
Isn't life funny?
If your brothers hadn't tried
to murder mine that day,
we wouldn't be here right now
having this
fascinating discussion.
Fuck you.
I'm making you a god,
with the power to smite,
and that's your
only contribution
to the conversation?
Fuck me? Fuck you! I'll decide!
- Stop! Please stop!
- No!
- There he is!
- No, no, no.
- Shut the fuck up. There he is.
- Please. Please!
Thank you for joining the
program already in progress.
Now we're all dying to know...
which family do you choose?
Capital F or quotation marked?
It's fine,
sweetheart.
Take me.
You let them go. You
just fucking kill me.
That's not how
the game's played.
And no one likes a cheater.
Now, I get it.
It's a hard choice because...
Hoosier?
- Hoosier!
- Yeah-yeah, man?
What's it gonna
be like tomorrow?
I don't know.
You're a fucking idiot, man.
- 78.
- Cloudy?
No, it's clear.
Zero precipitation.
Zero precipitation.
I get it.
Whoever you choose won't feel
the sun on their face tomorrow.
Did you feel the sun
on your face today?
Don't do it, man.
- You know Emily's pregnant.
- Jesus. Fuck.
- Don't do it. Please.
- Get back here.
- Hey? Fuck.
- Please. Hey. Please. I'm fucking begging.
- Don't do it.
- I'm gonna take that as a no.
No, no, no, no.
Did you feel the sun
on your face today?
Yeah.
Oh, my. Precious.
Hey.
It wouldn't be right for me
to try to sway your
choice, but you know.
Hey, hey, hey.
Stop being a bitch and
just fucking choose.
Listen, I'll
make this easier.
I just need you to lift
a finger and point. Huh?
They'll close their eyes
so they'll never know.
No!
I hope you have baking soda.
I wish he would at least eat
half as much as he throws.
Aw.
Oh, I was hoping I'd get
home before he fell asleep.
Hmm. I spend all day
thinking about him,
missing him.
Hmm.
And you.
I thought you weren't smoking.
I ain't.
Everyone else in the club.
They're all tense.
I don't care if
you smoke, Angel.
I didn't stop for you.
I stopped so I can be
around a long time for him.
How was your day?
Quiet.
Boring.
Hmm.
You guys get out of the house?
We went for a stroller walk.
He got scared by a dog.
Mm. As he should.
Dogs are sketchy.
I thought you loved dogs.
Hmm.
I had a change of heart.
How was yourday?
You know, quiet.
Boring.
Hmm.
Here. Some excitement for you.
Uh...
Inland Empire.
They're out.
She's beautiful.
Padrino.
Shit, I don't even know
what I'm doing here.
There are things I don't know
that I thought maybe I did.
The club's in a bad way.
It's not my club anymore.
Our brothers are dying.
During the first war, over
the patch, how did you...
How'd you finally get
out from under it?
You thinking of surrendering?
No, uh...
I'm just tired of people dying.
You're the first person
come around to visit.
Shit, 40 years in the club.
Past six months, not one
brother's come to visit me.
Padrino, about that vote, man...
I'm having a baby, ése.
Can you believe that? At my age?
You know, you...
you think you do the right thing
and everything's gonna be okay.
But they don't tell you about
the other minutes of the day.
The club life, it's fleeting.
All of it.
Good and bad.
And maybe surviving
is-is the worst sin.
I mean, all we do is end
up in a box or a cell...
a making of your own.
I really am sorry...
about how it all went down.
I always liked you, EZ.
But if you ever show up
to my property again,
I'll shoot you.
♪ Somewhere I can live ♪
♪ Somewhere you
are somehow his ♪
♪ Somehow barely hanging on ♪
♪ To the shore ♪
♪ All the places in my brain ♪
♪ Places some will say insane ♪
♪ Places foolishly way ♪
♪ Out here ♪
♪ And did you hear ♪
♪ If they canceled the show? ♪
♪ Wild and willing ♪
♪ To play songs you know ♪
♪ I saw 'em last year ♪
♪ But they played too long ♪
Hey. Hey.
Hi, little man.
Mm, are you hungry?
Oh, come on. Let's get up.
Oh, there's my best friend.
There he is.
Baby?
Baby.
Hi, baby.
What the fuck?
- Where the fuck is Luisa at?
- You did right by me once.
So this visit is personal.
But the next one
will be professional.
Whatever you guys
are looking for...
stop.
What did I tell you, Angel?
You treat us good,
we treat you better.
You treat us bad...
we treat you worse.
Let this go,
before the innocent people
in your life pay the price.
Hey. You're both up.
What's wrong?
What's wrong?
Bad dream.
Aw...
We have to
take this upstairs.
We believe this bears
your immediate attention.
Has anyone else seen this?
Fuck. Come on.
Thank you.
Oh, shit.
- Sorry.
- It's okay.
Did I hurt you?
No, I'm good.
My God, Jesus, you two, just
get a room and bang already.
Shut up.
We just gonna wait
until we're all dead?
That shit with
Hector and Wolverine,
it's fucked up.
Couldn't even imagine.
Could have been any of us.
EZ's gonna have a plan.
When?
We got no one standing between
us and SamDino anymore.
We're all that's left
in Southern Cali.
Alone and fucked.
We don't have the pipeline,
we don't win the war.
This thing's over.
We fucking lost.
Nothing's over
until we say it is.
Hey.
We've been up against it before.
We got to trust E.
Trust E?
Only thing we got to show
for the reign of EZ Reyes
is a fucking fresh coat
of paint on the clubhouse,
a smoke-free Templo,
half our brothers
are fucking murdered.
The only thing you
can trust E to do...
is get the rest of you
fuckers killed, too.
Anyone know why my brother
called the emergency Templo?
This shit stops now.
- You okay?
- No, I'm not fucking okay.
I got a visit this
morning from Cole.
Fuck, for real?
Who's Cole?
Crazy-ass Special Forces dude.
What'd he want?
To tell us to stop looking
into the fucking pipeline.
No wonder Soledad
didn't want our guns.
- Yeah, she's getting them from Cole.
- Obviously.
No fucking wonder why those
cops ain't scared of us
if they're running shit
for them in prison.
Creeper said with us
being out of the game,
heroin's dried up inside.
It's just Storm 88 and
that fentanyl shit.
That fucking idiot
Louie was right.
Cartel must have made the
switch to fentanyl after the warehouse.
Easy way to make
up that money fast.
Cartel to Cole,
Iron War, Storm 88.
There's your fucking pipeline.
What the fuck are
you smiling about?
All we needed was to know
who the players were.
Now we just...
have to knock one off the board.
Did you just not hear what
the fuck I just said to you?
They came to my house
and threatened my family.
They aimed a gun
at my little boy.
EZ?
It's over. We're done.
No. We're just getting started.
You already got us
fighting a fucking war
that we are losing.
Now you're gonna
try to take out Cole
and the other mercenaries, too?
No. Not Cole.
Galindo thinks we're
being left behind.
Fuck him.
We're gonna take out the cartel.
out, Orange County's gone.
- Inland Empire.
- You got it.
It's a solid bunch of
brothers. We'll hold it down.
You're the last stand
between us and them.
What do you know about me?
You ex-military?
- Blackwater?
- Close enough.
We are unfuckable.
Now, shall we begin...
the future?
It's
time to come home.
For us to be a family again.
Miguel, what did
you do to my sister?
- Say hi to Mommy.
- Hi, Mommy.
Yeah...
Everything you fucking
said is a fucking lie.
It's just complicated.
- Fuck this.
- We have you.
So please, let me help you.
I'm not a fucking rat.
One of the brothers you're
trying to protect is a rat.
I want you out.
I'm happy.
I won't be here to see it burn.
- You with them?
- Who?
- Iron War.
- Fuck Iron War.
Bunch of cops and COs
playing one-percenter.
You paying taxes
now to Iron War?
They came here.
Sister Anne made
sure one of them
left grinning.
You got something
to say to your boyfriend,
you can hold onto his pocket
when I do your cavity search.
Tell that Mayan rat
"Smokey says hello."
Let's go. Let's go.
Oh, shit.
What do they know?
I'm gonna
go find out now.
EZ.
It's gonna be okay.
I said goodbye and I was out.
So it must have
been after I left.
Did anything happen in visiting?
Nothing. No trouble.
Half of those COs are Iron War.
All right? This don't
happen without them knowing.
What kind
of shape's he in?
I don't know.
Just found out from
Sandoval's cousin.
- Sandoval get hit, too?
- Nah.
Said it
happened too fast.
- Bullshit.
- Well, he's PC'ed up now.
Cousin heard from
Sandoval's girl.
She called out of
respect to the club.
So Creep's
just standing alone
in there now?
Don't know how much longer
he'll be standing at all.
He got hit pretty bad.
What the fuck are we gonna do?
I'm good
alone with him.
- You sure?
- Yeah.
I got it. Thanks.
Jesus.
Get the fuck out.
Let me...
Let me put you in
protective custody.
Fuck that.
They'll have to
fucking kill me first.
You know, I drive out.
Park on the ridge
road by the gun tower.
And I just sit there...
wondering which cell is yours.
What you're doing.
- If you're safe.
- What the fuck is it that you,
- that you want from me?
- What do I want from you?
I don't know, how about
a fucking time machine
so I can go back and never push
for this fucking assignment?
I need you to know that
that picture of my ex,
you remember that picture,
it... well, he wasn't just...
I don't care for your lies.
- This isn't a lie.
- I don't give a fuck.
Yeah.
Okay, um...
He wasn't just my ex.
He was my partner.
The love of my life.
And a gangbanger,
a lowlife just like you,
shot him in the face.
I wasn't ready to come back.
- I thought that I...
- I ain't a gangbanger.
You...
are a fucking criminal.
A fucking scumbag.
And that's how you honored
the love of your life?
Spreading your
legs for a scumbag?
You're a fucking lowlife.
And I'm sure your
man had it coming.
You are a fucking piece of shit,
and I hope you
fucking die out there.
Hey. Wait.
I just...
Please, Neron.
Let me make one call.
Help keep you safe.
If you really want to help me...
You said there was a rat.
In Santo Padre.
I need you to find
out who it is.
Hey, boss, aren't
you late for your shift?
Who we got on?
Stick and Thompson on unit five.
Rodriguez and Jones
on the floor with you.
All right, fine.
Any trouble with the
paperwork from last night?
No. Sullivan and Rose
get a paid week off.
Counseling for
witnessing a violent act.
God bless Sacramento liberals.
Oh, this is cute. You
guys playing dress-up?
You supposed to be the
leader or something?
Oh, shit.
I didn't think the janitor crew
came on till the third shift.
You cool with all
that racist shit?
Oh, come on.
Not every white
guy's a racist, José.
That's yourshit to work through.
The only colors I see
are black and blue.
Is this supposed to be blue?
This looks a little
too, uh, too sweet
to be blue.
More like a...
- Violet.
- Ah, mira.
- A tough fucking violet.
- Yeah.
You let one of our brothers
get hit last night.
Can't help if Mayans are nothing
but bottom-feeders these days.
That motherfucker was there.
You been out to the
Salton Sea lately?
No.
But I've been between
your mother's legs.
Tasted like soap, but
might've been the cilantro.
What the fuck did you...
Yeah.
Sad.
Mayans were great once.
Under Alvarez.
But now it's just...
You can hide behind
that fucking badge,
but you let someone
get us inside,
we can get you anytime outside.
Are you supposed to be some
kind of leader or something?
You're coming crying to me
because you can't keep
your own men safe.
Hey, hey. No, no, no.
This is not the time.
Not the time.
If y'all want to stay, we
got plenty of cots for you.
Hey!
How many times I got to tell
you, you don't touch this.
Marcus.
He knows better.
Come on, Santi. Let's
wash up for lunch.
Mmm.
Soledad and I have
found common ground.
And we hope that
you will join us.
What is it that
Lincoln Potter wants?
You think I don't know
about the puppeteer's hand
up your asses?
A doctor surprised me once
with a prostate check.
I had that pinche
joto'sbody cut up
and scattered all over the city.
But, um...
you seem comfortable
with that arrangement.
Maybe it's in your blood.
Your cuckold father
let the Americanos
lock up his balls in a cage.
Yes.
Potter has sent us here.
But what I'm comfortable
with is the belief
that if we band
together, we puppets
will finally have autonomy
from the U.S. government.
Because as long as we're
at war with each other,
they will own us.
But this...
confederacy isn't only
smart financially, but...
Lately,
I've struggled...
with the thought of my legacy.
As fathers...
you and I,
we must decide...
do we leave our
children an empire...
or a battlefield?
And you expect my men
to forgive these bastards
after decades of blood spilt?
That blood has
spilled on both sides.
But we personally guarantee
that moving forward,
our men will embrace
each of yours...
as brothers.
Miguel.
You want to be a
real boy, Pinocchio?
Okay.
Let's fuck the
Americanostogether.
His name was Tomás.
Our
top-tier Deluxe Suites
include a queen-sized
bed, a private bathroom,
a sitting area and
views of the courtyard.
How much is that?
What's the tier down from that?
Our Standard Suites come
with a shower, toilet,
queen-sized bed
and a lounge chair.
Is there a tier below that?
Stop calling me that.
Because it's what you are.
- I fucking ain't.
- You're proving it right now.
I ain't proving shit.
I'm fucking Puerto Rican.
- Boricua.
- Yeah, my apologies on that.
Fuck you. I ain't fucking Arab.
- I'm fucking American.
- Exactly something
an ignorant-ass
philistine would say.
I told you to stop
fucking calling me that.
Mm-hmm.
Now go do your fucking job.
- Fuck you.
- Yeah.
Hey.
Your bag's in there, okay?
What did I do?
Nothing, Ma.
We talked about this.
You keep falling.
You keep forgetting.
This place is just better.
It's safer.
I'm sorry.
I won't do it again.
I will be good.
Hey.
You didn't do
anything wrong, Ma.
Nothing.
Please, mijo, don't
leave me here.
- I'm not gonna leave you.
- It's best
if you just go.
You can, you can
see her tomorrow.
Your son is gonna
visit tomorrow, okay?
No, mijo, don't go.
No.
Please, don't leave me here.
You got any idea
the hell that's about to
unleash on you all for this?
This is for Creeper.
Who's running the
fucking pipeline?
- Fucking tell me who!
- Bro, come on.
EZ!
Fuck!
Fucking tell us!
That's fucking enough!
After what that motherfucker
did to Creeper?!
This motherfucker is
an ass-kicking away
from giving us anything we need.
Fuck you for not
knowing what the fuck...
Hey, hey!
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Get off me.
What do we do?
Find somewhere to dump
this motherfucker.
Hello.
You're late.
If that's an issue...
Oh, no, it's not an issue.
I'm very grateful to spend
every minute with my grandson.
I'm just worried about you.
Look at me.
I know firsthand what it's
like to live this life.
I know what it does to someone.
I'm fine.
I'll see him tomorrow?
I'm fine.
Daddy!
Hey. Oh, my God.
Oh!
You're so heavy. Uh-oh.
Oh. Stuck in the spin cycle!
Maria said you didn't
leave the house today.
It's not healthy...
living like a prisoner.
Don't be dramatic.
You can leave any time you want.
But you will never be
alone with my son again.
Just wait.
Right? This isn't so bad.
Being together.
A family.
What
doesfamilia mean to you?
Is it the squiggly
line of your DNA?
Vainly fucking to
recreate yourself
in this sullen, gassy form?
Or a finger poked
with a jackknife,
blood smeared, oath
taken, "brothers."
My brother won't see me.
'Cause I think he's
ashamed... of me.
All I ever wanted was to be him.
Even now,
as he lies all shriveled
and sponge-bathed in hospice,
I still...
I still envy him.
Because he knows something
no one in this room does.
The ending.
But he was almost
surprised, remember, Ter?
When you let the Mayans
nearly get my brother
sitting all alone
in a hospital bed?
What did you see
in that elevator?
Hmm?
When those bullets
tore through you?
God?
A vast yawning blackness?
Or just...
But...
I believe everything's a
blessing if you make it.
So I realized it was time
for the prodigal son,
lost but now found,
to return home.
Faithful servant to the
blood brothers of his club.
Isn't life funny?
If your brothers hadn't tried
to murder mine that day,
we wouldn't be here right now
having this
fascinating discussion.
Fuck you.
I'm making you a god,
with the power to smite,
and that's your
only contribution
to the conversation?
Fuck me? Fuck you! I'll decide!
- Stop! Please stop!
- No!
- There he is!
- No, no, no.
- Shut the fuck up. There he is.
- Please. Please!
Thank you for joining the
program already in progress.
Now we're all dying to know...
which family do you choose?
Capital F or quotation marked?
It's fine,
sweetheart.
Take me.
You let them go. You
just fucking kill me.
That's not how
the game's played.
And no one likes a cheater.
Now, I get it.
It's a hard choice because...
Hoosier?
- Hoosier!
- Yeah-yeah, man?
What's it gonna
be like tomorrow?
I don't know.
You're a fucking idiot, man.
- 78.
- Cloudy?
No, it's clear.
Zero precipitation.
Zero precipitation.
I get it.
Whoever you choose won't feel
the sun on their face tomorrow.
Did you feel the sun
on your face today?
Don't do it, man.
- You know Emily's pregnant.
- Jesus. Fuck.
- Don't do it. Please.
- Get back here.
- Hey? Fuck.
- Please. Hey. Please. I'm fucking begging.
- Don't do it.
- I'm gonna take that as a no.
No, no, no, no.
Did you feel the sun
on your face today?
Yeah.
Oh, my. Precious.
Hey.
It wouldn't be right for me
to try to sway your
choice, but you know.
Hey, hey, hey.
Stop being a bitch and
just fucking choose.
Listen, I'll
make this easier.
I just need you to lift
a finger and point. Huh?
They'll close their eyes
so they'll never know.
No!
I hope you have baking soda.
I wish he would at least eat
half as much as he throws.
Aw.
Oh, I was hoping I'd get
home before he fell asleep.
Hmm. I spend all day
thinking about him,
missing him.
Hmm.
And you.
I thought you weren't smoking.
I ain't.
Everyone else in the club.
They're all tense.
I don't care if
you smoke, Angel.
I didn't stop for you.
I stopped so I can be
around a long time for him.
How was your day?
Quiet.
Boring.
Hmm.
You guys get out of the house?
We went for a stroller walk.
He got scared by a dog.
Mm. As he should.
Dogs are sketchy.
I thought you loved dogs.
Hmm.
I had a change of heart.
How was yourday?
You know, quiet.
Boring.
Hmm.
Here. Some excitement for you.
Uh...
Inland Empire.
They're out.
She's beautiful.
Padrino.
Shit, I don't even know
what I'm doing here.
There are things I don't know
that I thought maybe I did.
The club's in a bad way.
It's not my club anymore.
Our brothers are dying.
During the first war, over
the patch, how did you...
How'd you finally get
out from under it?
You thinking of surrendering?
No, uh...
I'm just tired of people dying.
You're the first person
come around to visit.
Shit, 40 years in the club.
Past six months, not one
brother's come to visit me.
Padrino, about that vote, man...
I'm having a baby, ése.
Can you believe that? At my age?
You know, you...
you think you do the right thing
and everything's gonna be okay.
But they don't tell you about
the other minutes of the day.
The club life, it's fleeting.
All of it.
Good and bad.
And maybe surviving
is-is the worst sin.
I mean, all we do is end
up in a box or a cell...
a making of your own.
I really am sorry...
about how it all went down.
I always liked you, EZ.
But if you ever show up
to my property again,
I'll shoot you.
♪ Somewhere I can live ♪
♪ Somewhere you
are somehow his ♪
♪ Somehow barely hanging on ♪
♪ To the shore ♪
♪ All the places in my brain ♪
♪ Places some will say insane ♪
♪ Places foolishly way ♪
♪ Out here ♪
♪ And did you hear ♪
♪ If they canceled the show? ♪
♪ Wild and willing ♪
♪ To play songs you know ♪
♪ I saw 'em last year ♪
♪ But they played too long ♪
Hey. Hey.
Hi, little man.
Mm, are you hungry?
Oh, come on. Let's get up.
Oh, there's my best friend.
There he is.
Baby?
Baby.
Hi, baby.
What the fuck?
- Where the fuck is Luisa at?
- You did right by me once.
So this visit is personal.
But the next one
will be professional.
Whatever you guys
are looking for...
stop.
What did I tell you, Angel?
You treat us good,
we treat you better.
You treat us bad...
we treat you worse.
Let this go,
before the innocent people
in your life pay the price.
Hey. You're both up.
What's wrong?
What's wrong?
Bad dream.
Aw...
We have to
take this upstairs.
We believe this bears
your immediate attention.
Has anyone else seen this?
Fuck. Come on.
Thank you.
Oh, shit.
- Sorry.
- It's okay.
Did I hurt you?
No, I'm good.
My God, Jesus, you two, just
get a room and bang already.
Shut up.
We just gonna wait
until we're all dead?
That shit with
Hector and Wolverine,
it's fucked up.
Couldn't even imagine.
Could have been any of us.
EZ's gonna have a plan.
When?
We got no one standing between
us and SamDino anymore.
We're all that's left
in Southern Cali.
Alone and fucked.
We don't have the pipeline,
we don't win the war.
This thing's over.
We fucking lost.
Nothing's over
until we say it is.
Hey.
We've been up against it before.
We got to trust E.
Trust E?
Only thing we got to show
for the reign of EZ Reyes
is a fucking fresh coat
of paint on the clubhouse,
a smoke-free Templo,
half our brothers
are fucking murdered.
The only thing you
can trust E to do...
is get the rest of you
fuckers killed, too.
Anyone know why my brother
called the emergency Templo?
This shit stops now.
- You okay?
- No, I'm not fucking okay.
I got a visit this
morning from Cole.
Fuck, for real?
Who's Cole?
Crazy-ass Special Forces dude.
What'd he want?
To tell us to stop looking
into the fucking pipeline.
No wonder Soledad
didn't want our guns.
- Yeah, she's getting them from Cole.
- Obviously.
No fucking wonder why those
cops ain't scared of us
if they're running shit
for them in prison.
Creeper said with us
being out of the game,
heroin's dried up inside.
It's just Storm 88 and
that fentanyl shit.
That fucking idiot
Louie was right.
Cartel must have made the
switch to fentanyl after the warehouse.
Easy way to make
up that money fast.
Cartel to Cole,
Iron War, Storm 88.
There's your fucking pipeline.
What the fuck are
you smiling about?
All we needed was to know
who the players were.
Now we just...
have to knock one off the board.
Did you just not hear what
the fuck I just said to you?
They came to my house
and threatened my family.
They aimed a gun
at my little boy.
EZ?
It's over. We're done.
No. We're just getting started.
You already got us
fighting a fucking war
that we are losing.
Now you're gonna
try to take out Cole
and the other mercenaries, too?
No. Not Cole.
Galindo thinks we're
being left behind.
Fuck him.
We're gonna take out the cartel.