I'll see you at the lake.
(gasps)
ANNOUNCER: AHS 1984. Wednesdays at 10:00 on FX.
(motors revving)
ANNOUNCER: FX presents Mayans.
- Previously on "Mayans M.C."...
- The Irish have nowhere to bring their guns.
I'm sorry to be droppin' all this shit
in your laps right now but-- - You wanna bring them south.
- Aye.
We have contacts in Tijuana.
- The Vatos Malditos.
- Bad blood with you and the shot caller?
Palo. - Something like that.
- I think it's in our best interest to avoid retaliation.
If Riz had died,
if what happened to you was permanent,
I wouldn't hesitate to strike back.
- Forgive me.
[dramatic music]
[machines beeping]
- Riz didn't make it. We're going to war.
[cell phone vibrating]
- Why is Potter texting you?
- He's threatening to deport my dad.
- I need to know the truth
about what happened in the desert--
the rebels, Adelita, Galindo, Palomo,
all the pieces.
- I can get you information about Potter.
I know Miguel wants to use it to save Adelita.
If you want to save your father, let me know.
The money orders,
they match entries I found in a household ledger.
Same dates, same amounts.
- Dita Galindo. - It's Miguel's mom.
- It wasn't Miguel. Dita ordered the hit.
- I'm so sorry.
[both crying]
[dramatic music]
Good morning. - Morning.
- Pop.
- Thanks.
You sleep at all?
- What do you think?
- Yeah.
- [sighs]
- You were right, Angel.
This obsession buried me nine years ago.
It's doing it again.
I should have let it go.
- What happened nine years ago
should have never landed on you alone.
I should have been there with you, EZ.
That night...
I'm fucking sorry, bro. I should have believed you.
Fucking helped you.
- No.
Your mother's dead... because of what I did.
My sin.
- It doesn't matter anymore, Pop.
- Yes, it does.
I'm gonna talk to Dita today...
get the truth.
[cell phone vibrates]
Why don't you take that?
It's been ringing all morning.
[continues buzzing]
- Hey.
[soft dramatic music]
*
We lost Riz last night.
- Shit.
- We figure this shit out together.
Understand?
- Yeah. - Don't do anything without us.
- [screaming] - [baby crying]
- [speaking Spanish]
- [screaming] - [baby crying]
- [speaking Spanish]
- [crying]
- [baby crying]
- [crying]
[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
*
* Never forgets
*
- Anything you need, you let us know.
- Thank you so much.
Oh, my God. [crying]
[cell phone ringing]
- Yeah. Okay.
- When?
- Hey, everything cool?
- Yeah.
- Stayed at my pop's last night.
- How's she holding up?
- Rough.
Riz was her only family this side of the border.
Uh, just talked to the hospital.
They have to hold on to the body for a few days.
Autopsy. Insurance stuff.
- [speaking Spanish]
[speaking Spanish]
- [speaking Spanish]
- [crying]
[speaking Spanish]
- Rough morning.
- Yep.
- Take your time here.
We'll wait for you at the clubhouse.
- Wait for me? Why?
Riz is dead.
You know how this shit is going down.
The Vatos pay.
- Shit is blowing up, Bish.
Other charters caught wind of your call.
It's not good. - I don't give a fuck.
This is San Pa's business.
We handle shit our way.
- Bish, we just wanna talk to Bishop the king.
Make sure he knows the ramifications
of what Bishop the president is about to do.
[door opens]
[door closes]
- You all right, Prez?
- Yeah.
- Why are the Kings still here?
- Paperwork.
You ready for the vote tomorrow night?
- I'm ready.
[door opens, closes]
[baby giggling]
- For the groundbreaking?
- Yeah. Just some notes.
- I'm gonna go to City Planning,
talk to Ileana.
See what people actually say at these ceremonies.
- How is Ileana?
Losing her--her house, her staff.
So much trauma and suffering.
She could probably use a fresh start.
- No, she's fine.
- I guess you were right.
It all worked out for the best.
- Your mom has Dr. Luna today,
so I'll have Paco drop her off, wait until she's done.
- Great. Thank you.
[tense music]
*
- I know what's at stake.
But you can't force my hand on this.
- You're right, carnal.
But you need to know what's going down.
- Portland and Spokane have been waiting two years
for the gun business.
They set up buyers from Vancouver to Montana.
If we blow this VM deal, they're ready to defect.
- What? - Split off.
Wear a fringe patch,
take the gun business themselves.
They're already talking to Chibs.
- And you know what happens to an M.C.
if that shit goes down.
Rocks the faith, brother.
Inside and out.
We lose the unity.
We lose everything.
- Fuck.
- Just talk to Palo, one-on-one.
Hear what he has to say.
He knows he fucked up.
- Good.
Thank you.
- Where?
- Between TJ and Tecate.
Palo's abuelita's.
He's there for a few days.
Guess it's her birthday.
- I'll take Hank.
Don't say anything to my guys.
Not until I know what this looks like.
- Of course.
We'll be at Vicky's.
Let us know when you're back.
[soft dramatic guitar chords]
*
- [sighs]
[rock music playing softly]
*
- [grunts]
*
That ain't good.
Trying to get Bishop to change his mind.
Recant the payback.
- It's fucked, bro.
Dondo said Portland's threatening to split.
- You serious?
- What does that mean?
- It doesn't fucking matter.
- Dude, Portland's the second biggest charter.
- They wanna bail, let them.
We're the ones living in the fucking jungle, man.
Risking our asses every day.
Those coconut-ass norteños want shit handed to them?
Fuck that. - All right, we get it.
- You don't get shit--this just can't be about the money.
I had that life, and I ain't gonna live it again.
This shit happened for a reason.
The next right thing is an eye for an eye.
Think about that, boy scout,
Think about what this means and why you want it.
And if the reason ain't something
that you can feel in here,
then do yourself a favor.
Move the fuck on.
Get the fuck out of my way!
- I'm so sorry. - You okay, Chucky?
- Oh, I should have been more alert.
Always in the way.
Don't be in the way!
Be the ball, Chucky.
Stay in your lane, stay in your lane.
Always be the ball.
- [humming]
*
[chanting in Spanish]
*
[sobs]
[murmuring]
- Hey, brother.
I'm sorry.
[dramatic music]
- Come on.
- [sniffs] - It's crazy.
Crazy couple of days.
- Crazy's the easy part.
It's what happens after crazy that fucks you up.
- Hey. You moving offices?
- I took another job.
- What?
- In San Diego.
To be closer to my sister.
- As a city planner?
- Housing authority.
- That's not what you do.
Ileana.
Did someone force you to take this?
- It was the right move, Emily. - No, no, no.
You don't have to do this. I--
- It's too late. It's done.
You and your husband got what you wanted.
- What?
What did Miguel do? - Really?
Jesus Christ, just leave me and my family alone.
- Hey. - Thank you for coming.
- Everything okay last night?
Dropping you off?
- Yeah, it was fine.
Is Felipe doing all right?
- Um, I don't know.
- The information on Potter.
[dramatic music]
She was a witness Potter was involved with.
They had a kid.
I wrote it down, everything Miguel told me,
and it is enough to knock Potter
a few rungs down the ladder, and at the very least,
declaw him.
- Jesus.
- EZ, promise me nothing happens to Miguel.
- I--I promise.
If we use it, nothing happens to Miguel.
- Thank you.
- Where'd Galindo get this shit?
- Palomo.
*
- To use against Potter to get Adelita back.
Why'd Emily give it to you?
*
- I got one of Potter's texts last night.
Emily saw my reaction.
I told her Potter was blackmailing us.
Using Pops as leverage.
She gave me this and said I could use it to free Pop
if I promised not to hurt Miguel.
- [sighs]
- We use it to free Pop,
Galindo won't be able to use it for Adelita.
It's your call, Angel. - Fuck no.
- Yes, it is.
I know how you feel about Adelita,
how much you're gonna love that kid.
Just say the word, hermano, and I'll shred all of this.
We'll let Galindo play it out,
use it to get Adelita back.
But I had to bring this to you, give you the choice.
No more secrets.
*
- [exhales sharply]
- I'm gonna go check on Pop.
Let me know what you wanna do.
- Call Potter.
Set a meeting.
- Yeah?
Okay.
[door closes]
[scraping, thud]
[distant chatter]
- [breathes deeply]
I trust all went well with lioness and cub.
- No complications.
- Hmm.
The circle of life continues.
Have we drawn blood? - Yes.
If there's a match, we should know
by end of day tomorrow. - Good.
Then we move Luisa Espina into the interrogation wing.
[cell phone chimes]
[somber music]
*
- [baby cooing]
[distant sirens blaring]
[dramatic music]
*
- Hola, amor .
[speaking Spanish]
- Marisol.
Did you have her killed?
Did you hire someone to kill both of us?
*
- Miguel had just made his first development deal.
Jose and I came out to celebrate.
We went to the local festival.
- You saw Marisol and me.
*
Dita, why?
Almost 20 years had passed.
- It was mostly about Miguel.
I couldn't lose him, too.
And now he was in your backyard.
I knew you suspected he was your son.
I was afraid you would try to connect with him,
but when I saw you with Isabel,
even after all those years, I hated it.
I could see how much you loved her.
- Jesus Christ.
- [speaking Spanish]
- There was nothing to share. Nothing.
That part of my life was over.
- It's time for me to go, Felipe.
Not by an act of nature.
That failed.
It has to be you.
[door closes]
[motorcycle engines chopping]
[engines cutting off]
[chickens clucking]
- Ride okay?
- Yeah.
- [speaking Spanish]
- Turns 90 tomorrow and still works like she's 25.
- Talk inside?
[rooster crowing]
- Yeah.
[dramatic music]
*
[distant train horn blows]
- Sure you wanna do this?
We don't have to do this if-- - Yeah, we do.
- Haven't told me why.
- [exhales sharply]
After that day in the desert,
when Adelita sent me away--
sent us all away...
I don't know, man, it fuckin'...
split me in half, you know?
Like something changed.
I finally saw who she was.
A little bit of who I could be.
So now any time I feel lost...
Fucked up, sad and shit,
I ask myself what she would do...
And what she would say.
- She'd tell you to help Pop.
- Yeah, and she'd be fucking proud of me.
And then there's also the real possibility that
if we use that shit to free her,
she would fucking send us home again.
- I'm proud of you, Angel.
- Tch. Shut up.
[both sigh]
Can't we just shoot this guy in the fucking face?
- That's plan B.
- The gentlemen bikers.
Fate continues to steer,
and all roads lead back to us.
I trust the contents will be worth my commute.
- Yeah.
Everything about your favorite Latina
and all the dirty little secrets.
[paper rustling]
- Remember her?
- What is this?
- It's fate, motherfucker.
- We know she was a witness for prosecution.
Capital murder case that you won.
We also know you were sleeping with her.
- Then this shit happened.
- We send this to your superiors in the DOJ,
I'm pretty sure knocking someone up
is considered manipulating a witness.
- Your career is fucked.
- Or maybe we just visit Mama.
She's pretty hot.
I'm sure it'd be worth the commute.
[tense music]
- Hey-- - [shouting]
- Sir!
- Back...the fuck up.
Back up.
- Sir, is everything all right?
- Just a momentary flash of passion,
Agent Smithers, stand--stand down.
Everything's fine.
[car doors closing]
[papers rustling]
I'm waiting.
- You're gonna drive back to your fifth ring of hell
and you're gonna throw out anything you have
on Ignacio Cortina.
He didn't exist. You understand?
Then you're gonna enter Felipe and Marisol Reyes
into the CIS database and make them US citizens.
You got 24 hours.
- Even I can't restructure the immigration process--
- If there is not a letter from Immigration Services
on my old man's doorstep by tomorrow night,
this shit lands on the D.A.G.'s desk.
- And you can hang on to those.
We have the originals.
[tense guitar chords]
- You've fucked with me and my family enough.
It's over.
*
[motorcycle engines turning over]
[engines rumbling]
[engines revving]
- [in Spanish] Thank you, Grandmother.
Happy birthday.
- [in English] Bring the offer to the Kings.
Figure out how to compensate my guys.
- It's the best thing for both clubs.
- Yeah.
- I'll reach out to Charming.
Let Chibs know we're moving ahead.
[chickens clucking]
- So how'd it go?
- Uh, I played it the way I had to.
- Yeah.
Kings gave you no choice.
- You talked to Grandma? - Yeah.
She's excited about her party tomorrow.
- Pop?
- Hey.
- You okay?
- Yeah. Sit down, please.
- What's going on?
- I talked to Dita.
She confessed.
- Fuck.
She knew it'd come down to this.
- Come down to what?
- She wants to die, son.
Thinks the fire didn't kill her
because that's what I'm supposed to do.
- She's fucking crazy.
- Probably.
- You can't do it, Pop.
- I've been trying to hide from Ignacio Cortina for 30 years.
But the things he did, the violence,
the betrayal...
That's truth that couldn't be ignored.
So Felipe Reyes has to pay the price.
- Y--you're not making any sense.
[cell phone vibrates]
[vibrating]
Go with your brother. Do whatever you need to do.
Let me deal with the sins of the past.
- No.
- Don't argue with me.
I told you, I can take care of this.
Now go.
- We're not going. - Stop it!
Don't disrespect me.
My decision.
I'll do what I need to do.
Now get the fuck out of here. Leave me to it.
Both of you.
[Bob Dylan's "One More Cup Of Coffee"]
*
[indistinct chatter]
- * Your breath is sweet
* Your eyes are like two jewels in the sky *
- Everything okay with Galindo?
*
- I wasn't with Galindo.
We were on the other side.
I sat down with Palo. - I fucking knew it!
You caved to the-- - You interrupt me again,
I'm gonna gouge your fucking eyes out myself.
- * Your loyalty is not to me but *
- Let Ramos and Canche know we're back.
Table. Now.
[knocking]
- Mamá, permiso ?
- [speaking Spanish]
[door opens]
- [exhales sharply]
- [in Spanish] Yes.
- [in Spanish] Thank you.
- [in Spanish] Good night.
- Te quiero, Miguel.
- Te quiero, Mama.
*
- It's not how I planned it.
But the shot caller crown...
It shines a light on the choices I make.
So I navigate the best way I can.
I know you hate doing it this way.
Feels like you're betraying the patch.
But we'll figure it out.
I promise you that.
Ramos and Canche are out there, waiting.
Please...
Play it smart.
Don't blow shit up.
[thud]
- You motherfuckers got what you wanted?
We take the bullet,
the rest of the M.C. take the prizes?
Fuck you! Fuck you, huh?
Betrayal! Fuck you!
- Coco!
- Fuck you, homie! Straight up fuck you!
- Stay in your lane, stay in your lane.
Hey. Hey, Chucky, wait.
Hey...hey, I'm sorry about what happened.
- No, that's okay. - No, it wasn't.
I fucking love you, Chucky.
We all do.
- You made the right call, carnal .
- Yeah, I did.
- Your crew will come around.
[dramatic music]
*
- Safe trip.
- Yeah, thanks, brother.
- You sure about this, jefe ?
[motorcycle engines revving]
- Nope.
[truck's back-up beeping, clanging]
[somber music]
*
[backing up beep continues]
[rooster crows]
[somber music]
*
- [speaking Spanish]
- Si, senora.
- [whispers under breath]
[tires squealing] [door bell chimes]
You gotta be fucking kidding me.
- That's how we feel about the Santo Padre Agra Park.
It's not just about
revitalizing the valley's agriculture.
It is about reinvigorating hope.
[dramatic music]
*
Thank you.
[camera shutters clicking]
- Congratulations.
- Thank you, Mayor.
[camera shutters clicking]
- Thank you.
*
[camera shutters clicking]
[rock music quietly playing]
*
- Hey.
You talk to Pop? - I called.
No answer.
- [sighs]
Let's head to the shop. - Yeah.
- Hey-o.
From a lovely woman.
Older, soft-spoken, very nice hair.
*
- Thanks, Chucky.
- [speaking Spanish]
[clears throat]
[gate buzzing]
Hmm?
Oh, yes.
Si. Uh--uh, yes.
[speaking Spanish]
[in Spanish] Thank you.
Yes?
- I got DNA results back from Cali Corrections.
- Mm-hmm.
There was a match. I double checked.
It's his kid.
[dramatic music]
*
She's awake if you wanna talk to her.
- [baby cooing]
- No, that--that won't be necessary.
After the meal is over...
Take the baby.
*
- What are we doing here?
- I know this is difficult for you
but it's the right thing.
- No, it's not.
Psychotic.
I'm not gonna kill you, Dita.
I can't. - I know.
I realized that yesterday.
[motorcycle engines chopping]
- What are they doing here? - I asked them to come.
- The fuck did you do?
Nothing's gonna happen here. Go back to your bikes.
EZ.
- The fuck do you want from us?
- Karma.
One of you Reyes men has to help me right a wrong today.
[in Spanish] A mother for a mother.
- Jesus.
- I left notes for the people I love.
They'll think it's a suicide.
No blame will fall on anyone.
- I'll do it. - No.
- She's got a can full of gas. She wants to burn.
- I'll do it. - Ignacio could.
Felipe cannot.
It's okay, mi amor . - He's not your love.
- I was the one that pulled this thread.
I have to end this.
- EZ, this is not you.
- Yeah, Pop.
It is.
Take him to the truck.
- Come on, Pop.
I'm deeply sorry--
- This isn't about you or your fucking karma.
You destroyed my family.
- [speaking Spanish]
Amen.
- Look at me.
[whispers] Look at me.
- [whimpers]
- [screaming]
[sniffs]
[breathing heavily]
[speaking Spanish]
[dramatic music]
*
[gas whooshing]
*
[Spanish music playing quietly]
*
- He's definitely made things
a little more interesting around here.
- [chuckles]
- Had a rocky start,
but finished strong.
That's not a comment on sponsorship.
- Yeah, it is.
[all chuckling]
- Anyone else?
Pros or cons?
- I didn't want this for him.
That's why I was a shitty sponsor.
EZ was supposed to be the one who got the fuck out.
Fuck, man. He had it all.
But now...
He belongs to us.
This family.
We need him.
I need him.
- Ezekiel Reyes...
[dramatic music]
Has he earned the right to carry the Macuahuitl
and take a seat at la mesa del guerrero ?
[rock music quietly playing]
*
- Come on.
- What happened?
- Sorry, bro.
- Take off the kutte.
- On the table.
- [speaking foreign language]
- Congratulations, Ezekial.
Welcome to the tribe.
- [whooping] [all pounding on table]
- Sew that on.
We got a party to go to.
*
[door closes]
*
- We good?
- Yeah.
- This is who we are now, bro.
You understand that? - I do.
- It's not what I wanted for you.
There's no one else I'd rather have by my side.
- I love you, Angel.
- [chuckles] Shut up, Ezekiel.
*
[motorcycle engines turning over]
[soft pop music]
*
[car horn honks]
- They fucking love me!
- Got the sheriffs looking for the SUV.
- She didn't say anything? - No, sir.
I was gone, like, 20 seconds.
I didn't even know she could drive.
- Miguel, she left us a letter. [crying]
- * Never can a man get lost *
* Seeking out a higher grade *
* Marching at an order
* Given by another to behave
* And never can a man be seen *
- [gasps]
- * Hidin' in the willow tree *
* The pulling at the branches *
* Always keeping
* One eye on the scene
*
- Give them a few minutes,
then pull them away.
I'll call the sheriffs.
*
- * The truth kept hidden for a moment *
* My brothers of thunder
* My sisters of steel
*
* Teach me the ways of the broken *
* 'Cause together we run *
* In pieces we heal
* Heal
*
- What is it?
- Tell Paco it's time.
- * Heal
*
* At every corner hanging heads *
* The neighborhood smells of death *
* Leaving just a street light only witness *
* To the killing hand of man
* And never can a man stay then *
* If the spirit isn't dead with him *
[knocking]
* You'll find him in the garden digging holes *
* Like an angry little kid
*
* In a silent house
* Where Adam lost Eve
* The truth kept hidden for a moment *
* My brothers of thunder *
* My sisters of steel
*
* Teach me the ways of the broken *
* 'Cause together we run *
* In pieces we heal
* Heal
[background chatter]
* In pieces we heal
* Heal
*
* Never can a man get lost
* Seeking out a higher grade
* Heal
[gunshot] [glass shatters]
[all screaming] [gunfire]
[screaming] [gunfire]
- No--no!
[gunshot]
[gunshots]
[gunshot]
[knocking]
- [speaking Spanish]
[gunshots continue]
[gunshot]
- I don't see Palo.
- Find him.
- Yeah.
- On it.
[cell phone vibrates]
- Yeah?
- Congratulations, Papa. - [baby cooing]
Your son was born yesterday.
Healthy and full of life.
- You fucking with me?
- On the contrary, Angel. I'm commiserating.
We share a common bond now.
We both know the...
Unbearable loneliness of losing the woman we love.
And we both feel the primal,
familial pain...
Every time we realize that our sons...
Will never know who we are.
Welcome to the tribe.
[cell phone beeps]
[cell phone clicks]
- Hey, over here!
Inside.
[dramatic music]
- [sniffles]
- Did you find Palo?
- No.
Found him.
*
- Fuck me.
*
[dramatic music]
*
[baby giggles]
[typewriter clicking, bell dings]
(gasps, breathing shakily)
(footsteps)
(metal scraping)
ANNOUNCER: AHS 1984.
All new, Wednesdays at 10:00 on FX.
WOMAN: Thank you for joining the focus group.
I just want to say thanks to the suits back there for allowing us to be here.
He thinks that's a two-way mirror.
-Dee, did you just scale up the side of the building? -Free soloed!
You gotta beef up security. You know how easy it was for me to get in that window?
What kind of people do you think you're gonna attract with that?
Young bohemians with no sexual boundaries.
(grunts)
ANNOUNCER: All-new Sunny.
Wednesdays at 10:00 on FXX.
(upbeat music plays)
-WOMAN: Oh, my God! -MAN: Ooh.
Look at these hardwood floors!
(upbeat music plays)
I'm Brittany's dad.
I work in the security industry.
Have you ever killed anybody?
Uh, once.
I'm just kiddin', mate. I'm just kiddin'.