EZ: Previously on Mayans M.C....
BISHOP: We finished fitting out the prospect?
HANK: Cop ended up being dirty.
DA shaved off six years. I like the kid.
HANK: He's smart.
You killed a cop. Your deal was a gift.
EZ: What I signed up for was feeding you intel on Galindo.
Only Galindo.
My brother, the M.C., nothing touches them.
We need you on this Vegas run.
Whatever the club needs.
(engine rumbles)
(crashing)
Move! (grunts)
Do you know whose shit you're jacking here?
BISHOP: The Galindo cartel.
Your job was to protect my shipment.
You failed.
GALINDO: Now you are responsible for the loss.
GALINDO: Kill the devil. Resurrect Mexico.
It was the rebels.
BISHOP: Los Olvidados.
GALINDO: Someone gave them the details.
Dogwood Crew would be the first to see any change
on the street.
BISHOP: Reach out to Louie first thing in the morning.
Let's see if anyone knows this rebel bitch.
You're the traitor.
If the Mayans want a future, we gotta be in front
of that change, and Adelita's the only
way to do that.
Do you have our package?
GILLY: All twelve keys.
(speaking Spanish)
(phone chimes)
(cell phone chimes)
(dramatic music)
*
MAN: (speaking Spanish)
*
(dramatic music)
(Emily crying)
*
(speaking Spanish)
EMILY: I can get you whatever you want.
(speaking Spanish)
EMILY: Not my baby.
(speaking Spanish)
Oh, please. Please, he's just a baby.
(both speaking Spanish)
(speaking Spanish)
(baby crying)
(gun clacking)
*
EMILY: No, no! Please.
Fuck you.
(speaking Spanish)
(screams)
(vomits)
(baby crying)
(engine starts)
(screaming)
No! Stop, stop!
(tires squeal)
Stop!
(crying)
EMILY: (screams) Stop!
(dramatic music)
*
* Mother of exiles
* The torch of hope
* In the toss of the tempest
* Threw us medicine's rope
* But the brazen giant
* With limbs astride
* Blocks the golden door
* To the US of lies
* Screaming
* 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 dead
* 'Cause a beaten dog
*
* Never forgets
*
* Never forgets
*
(Spanish rap music)
*
-Any sign of Dogwood? TAZA: Not a gangster in sight.
-Nothing at the Puta Palace? -It was dark.
I think Louie's old lady still lives
above the barber shop.
(engines revving)
(Spanish music playing)
(door chimes)
-Guapo, you seen Louie? -No.
(distant talking)
(knocking)
(speaking Spanish)
(TV playing faintly)
ANGEL: Hey, Louie.
COCO: Anybody home?
-(gunshot) -Shit!
(gunfire) BOY: Get out!
Get out of here!
The fuck's the matter with you, you crazy little shit?
BOY: Are you gonna kill me? COCO: I should.
EZ: Hey, what's going on? BOY: I'm sorry.
I'm sorry! I'm sorry!
You need help there, brother? Should we call for some backup?
COCO: That shit stings.
That shit could have fucking pierced
-my eardrum or something. -(grunts)
(groans) Looks like a 45 caliber Hasbro.
-You're lucky to be alive. -(laughs)
It's all right.
-You Louie's kid? -Yeah.
Why'd you shoot at us?
Pop said you were gonna kill him.
EZ: No one wants to hurt your pops.
Or you. We just wanna talk to him.
You know where he is?
Don't you use this thing, you hear me?
It'll get you killed.
If you're gonna point a gun at somebody,
you make sure it's real. And loaded.
(laughs)
ANGEL: Yeah, that's really good advice to give
-to a seven-year-old, man. -(laughs)
I had to shoot my crazy uncle Gomez in '06.
TAZA: Of course you did.
(speaking Spanish)
(sighs)
-Hmm. -(car honks)
Mmm.
-Gracias, Mama. -Is it warm enough?
Yes.
-How's Maria? -She's resting.
Like you should be.
I thought you were gonna get some sleep, amor.
I can't sleep. Is there anything?
Not yet.
DEVANTE: We have new information
on the car and the plate.
It will be very helpful.
GALINDO: Let's, uh... Let's get some air.
What do we do, Miguel?
Listen, I am not gonna let anything happen to our son.
-And we'll get him back. -How?
You can't go to the police. Not here on the US side.
Los Olvidados have no network here.
And they'll have to go back to Mexico.
Nestor's already reached out to our people.
-Policia, Federales-- -And if they didn't go south?
We'll put the MC on it. Get our mayor to help.
This...fight with the rebels,
it is part of your other world.
And I know the rules. Don't ask questions.
But now that world has crashed into my world.
And that was not supposed to happen.
-I know. -So now I ask questions.
And I need to know the truth, Miguel.
Everything that happens.
I will.
I promise.
You'll know everything. I'm so sorry, corazón.
(kisses)
(speaking Spanish)
GALINDO: (speaking Spanish)
(engines rumbling)
(indistinct radio chatter)
-Dogwood know anything? -Couldn't find him.
Weren't on the streets, at the bar...
Apparently Louie thinks we're trying to kill him.
-Who told you that? -Louie's kid.
After he nearly took my fucking eye out.
Are you seriously still talking about that?
Caballeros.
Preciosa.
-(kisses) -Mmm, you like that shit?
Haven't seen you boys in a while.
-(laughs) -Grace of God.
So what brings you to Wonderland?
There might be a new player trying to move in.
From over the fence.
Heroin?
(dogs barking)
GRACIE: I haven't heard anything.
RIZ: Any spike in your patient intake?
OD's felt a stronger push?
GRACIE: Not really.
GRACIE: This is about average.
(groaning)
WOMAN: (vomiting)
GILLY: (speaking Spanish)
All right.
Let us know if you hear anything.
Of course.
BISHOP: A little donation.
I hope it helps.
(groaning)
Gracias.
Our pleasure, sweetheart.
COCO: Hey, Gracie, he's Dogwood, ain't he?
Yeah, Tito.
Why?
-When does Tito get cut loose? -Soon.
COCO: Can you make it sooner?
GRACIE: That soon enough? BISHOP: You're a goddess.
(OS101's "World Of Our Own")
All right. Yeah.
*
-Go, go! COCO: Yo, Louie!
HANK: What's that about? ANGEL: Hey, we got this.
*
BISHOP: Stupid fucking gangsters.
* The politicians be condemned *
* No streets no walls so down they'll fall *
* See them run point the finger *
* Pass away
* But I have got to see this world as just as our own *
* 'Cause I have got to see this world *
* Just as our own
* 'Cause I have got to see this world *
* Just as our own
* 'Cause I have gone on living in a world of my own *
* We found a place we know we've got a home *
Fuck me.
(crashing)
*
-Ooh. -(laughter)
*
LOUIE: (groaning)
-Oh! -(groaning)
How was your visit to the Upside Down?
Fucking terrifying.
(laughter)
(groaning) Hey.
BISHOP: (laughs) Why'd you run, Louie?
-(grunts) -You got something to hide?
I didn't--I didn't know she was your baby sister, Coco.
She came in with one of our other girls
and said she was 21. I had her do a few scenes.
-Your porn site? -Yeah.
After I uploaded the shit, she comes at me all pissed off
'cause I paid her friend a higher rate.
You know, anal pays more. Everyone knows that.
Mmm.
LOUIE: That's when she showed me her ID
and I saw the name on it, man. Saw that she was only 16.
LOUIE: Said she was gonna tell you, man.
Have the club cut off my balls.
By then, the clips were everywhere.
I'm sorry. I fucked up, man.
My baby sister?
That's fucking wrong, man.
You should put a bullet in his head.
-(gun cocks) -Hold on.
(panting)
Look, Dogwood Crew has always been a friend.
We let you deal, we take our cut.
We don't wanna fuck with that.
Neither do we.
Where we at? 12%?
BISHOP: Until Coco's pain subsides,
our cut doubles.
Well, fuck, Bishop, that--that's like...
-24%. -My pain ain't worth that?
No, no, I mean... Yeah.
Anyone new been trying to unload product?
HANK: Maybe a woman? Latina?
Another source?
No.
Why?
Might be an independent trying to step up.
Need you to dig around a bit.
Dunes, El Centro.
Okay.
(grunts)
(laughter)
-Fucking dumbass. -What?
I got two sisters, man. Both older than me.
And beards thicker than Gilly's.
all: (laughing)
-So who was the girl? -I have no idea.
-(cell phone rings) -Sometimes the Mayan gods
deliver gifts to their faithful warriors.
Ah, bukkake. The god of money shots.
(laughter)
RIZ: Hey, guys.
It's Alvarez.
Galindo wants to meet.
Don't sound good.
(birds cawing)
(engines rumbling)
(rock music)
*
Who's the entourage?
ANGEL: Old guy was El Galindo's conserjero,
helping the Ivy Leaguer stay on Daddy's path.
Devante's a serious fucking dude.
ANGEL: Yeah.
And the mercenary with cornrows?
He's a mercenary in cornrows.
both: (laughing)
Nestor Oceteva. Grew up on this side.
Got some kind of family connection.
Galindo's head of security.
(speaking Spanish)
Last night...
Los Olvidados crossed over the border and attacked my family.
They killed one of my men.
And kidnapped my son.
Emily?
Unharmed.
GALINDO: She got a look at the car.
It's not likely they stayed on the US side,
but if they did, I need you to track them down.
ANGEL: (clears throat)
I'm asking this as a personal favor.
Please.
Sorry about your son.
We'll help.
We're looking for a Ford station wagon.
Probably mid '80s. Dirty yellow.
Partial plates. Baja, letter Q.
NESTOR: Last two numbers are 47.
BISHOP: We'll put it on the street.
Start looking in the obvious places.
We'll have Peña run it through the system.
If they're on this side of the fence,
we'll find out where they are.
-Gracias. -De nada.
(both speaking Spanish)
We'll catch up with you.
You handled that right, primo.
Like I had a fucking choice.
COCO: Did you know about this?
She don't tell me anything unless we're involved.
Guess what, brother? We're involved.
That's Emily's kid.
I saw the car when we were chasing Dogwood.
-The station wagon? EZ: Yeah.
In a ditch. Not far from the dog kennel.
Come on, man.
We blew through there going 60 miles an hour.
FEQ2147, Baja plates.
This time keep that shit to yourself.
What about the kid?
I'll make a call to Adelita, see what the fuck's going on.
(engines starting)
This was posted 40 minutes ago.
It's already gone viral.
(speaking Spanish)
Same speech with the link.
GALINDO: Where'd you find these?
Everywhere.
(indistinct chatter)
(distant food truck music plays)
Esta bien.
(speaking Spanish)
(engine rumbles)
(Spanish music playing)
*
(door bell jingles)
EZ: I got that, Pa. - (grunts)
Thanks.
You handing off a bag for Jimenez?
EZ: No, I didn't see him. I have to talk to him.
-Why? -I have a, uh, situation.
(groans) Situation.
I hate those.
Come on, I'm gonna handle this one, Pop, okay?
Just make the call. Have him meet me here tonight.
Hold on.
(sighs)
-What happened? EZ: I can't.
I don't wanna bring you in any more than I already have.
I'm all you got, son.
Every time you go ring his bell,
when you got a problem with this,
Jimenez is gonna own you. You can't need him.
It's gonna fucking twist you up, man.
Make you doubt everything that you trust.
All that bad shit, I can handle.
The drugs, the violence...
But Angel...
I forgot how much I missed him. And how--how much I love him.
That love ain't gonna change, Ezekiel.
(inhales sharply)
This vigilante group, rebels...
They're pushing back on Galindo.
Complicating shit for the cartel and the club.
Last night they kidnapped Emily's son.
Jesus.
And I don't know what to do, Pop.
(groans)
I can't let anything happen to that kid.
Hey.
You're in this now. No getting out.
Not until the DEA gets what it wants.
I know.
And knowing doesn't make you safe.
You gotta feed it. Live it.
Earn trust.
If not, they're gonna skin you alive.
(knocking)
(door opens)
(door bell jingles)
(speaking Spanish)
(both speaking Spanish)
(door bell jingles)
(speaking Spanish)
NESTOR: We got something.
(food truck music plays)
Hear that music in the background?
-Mmm. -Tracked it down.
A street vendor.
He had to have been close enough to see something.
NESTOR: He may be a part of it.
-Pick him up. -Already did.
He's on the pew.
(metal crunching)
(The Genders' "Black Summer" playing on radio)
*
Uh, hey, Chuckie, I need to make a call.
Absolutamente.
*
* Now listen I don't need no cigarette in my mouth *
*
* I don't need no alcohol in my blood *
*
* It took me years to figure this one out *
*
* And now I know without a shadow of a doubt *
*
CHUCKIE: Coco? COCO: Yeah?
CHUCKIE: Angel's out front. Says he needs you.
All right.
* Black summer I don't wanna lash out *
* Black momma I curse the day I met you *
* Black summer I don't want you back *
* 'Cause my eyes are wide open *
(speaking Spanish)
(engines rumbling)
(Spanish music playing)
*
ANGEL: Do you know what this is?
BISHOP: He didn't say.
COCO: Rebels? ALVAREZ: Hope so.
Get this shit behind us.
*
(groaning)
(speaking Spanish)
What is this?
GALINDO: We heard his food truck in the rebel video.
Saw who it was.
(speaking Spanish)
(screaming)
What the fuck, man?
There a reason why you got us watching this shit?
The reason? What, you want a reason?
Because this greasy fucking peasant saw who took my son.
(quiet murmuring)
GALINDO: There something you wanna say?
No, go ahead. Speak up, Prospect.
I said, "Maybe if you didn't treat them like greasy
fucking peasants, you'd still have your son."
We'll handle it.
Get the boy.
(speaking Spanish)
(grunts)
-Papa. -No.
(speaking Spanish)
(both crying)
(speaking Spanish)
Yeah?
No, no, no, no!
-Fuck me. -That was Dogwood.
ANGEL: They found the station wagon.
Where?
ANGEL: Near the dog shelter. Over by the canal.
(both crying)
Let us run this down
before you do anything else here.
All right? See what he gives us.
Go with them.
I want you to turn over every stone, anyone,
anything. I want answers.
(distant loudspeaker announcements)
Sorry, Bish, Padrino. I just...
Fuck.
I know I gotta leave history behind--
Shut up, Prospect.
Pendejo.
all: (laughing)
ALVAREZ: Out of the mouths of babes, huh?
EZ: I was gonna put the raincoat on, man.
-Nothing? -Esta bien.
-Check the back. -Esta bien.
-Send Peña the plates. -They were jacked.
-Tags are from 2010. -It doesn't matter.
Anything we can give Galindo might slow down the carnage.
All right.
(distant dogs barking)
(tires squealing)
BISHOP: Where the fuck's he going?
(dogs barking)
GILLY: Hey. Those dogs.
They were all at the shelter.
Shit.
(engines starting)
NESTOR: Don't lie to me, bitch.
I'm not hiding anyone, you fucking psycho.
You're hiding this!
(shouts, spits)
(speaking Spanish)
(both grunting)
BISHOP: Let her go.
-(grunts) -(screams)
(guns clicking)
(Devo's "Uncontrollable Urge" plays)
*
Not like this.
*
(speaking Spanish)
*
* Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah *
* Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(all grunting and shouting)
* Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah *
* Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(blows landing)
(glass shattering)
* Got an urge got a surge and it's out of control *
* Got an urge I want to purge 'cause I'm losing control *
* Uncontrollable urge I want to tell you all about it *
* Got an uncontrollable urge
* It makes me scream and shout it *
*
* He's got an uncontrollable urge *
* I've got an uncontrollable
* He's got an uncontrollable urge *
* I've got an uncontrollable
This was overdue.
Yes, it was.
* So strong I can't let it pass *
* I got to tell you all about it *
Give them a few more minutes.
*
* Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah *
* Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I saw the video.
Maria's son sent it to her.
I only saw it after we spoke.
It was your drugs they were burning.
They took Cristobal as insurance.
To stop you from coming after them.
GALINDO: These are people out of touch with reality.
They're impulsive. Chaotic.
I saw their eyes, Miguel.
They were calm, driven, organized.
One of them was a child.
She didn't even flinch when they shot Gabriel in the head.
I know how it works.
I know what you have to become to manage this, but--
I-I don't become something else.
Yes, you do.
You have to.
These people are desperate. I feel it in my bones.
They will hurt our son and feel no remorse.
Please.
Please don't retaliate.
-Not until we know more. -I won't.
I promise.
(door opens, knocking)
(speaking Spanish)
Let me talk to Devante.
I won't be long.
Mmm?
(speaking Spanish)
No.
(speaking Spanish)
(sniffs)
(speaking Spanish)
(deep breathing)
(speaking Spanish)
(groaning)
(speaking Spanish)
(door closes)
(sniffs)
(teapot whistling)
(jazz music playing)
*
Lita?
(whistling stops)
*
(speaking Spanish)
*
EMILY: Hey.
EMILY: Sweetheart.
Miguel?
Miguel.
(door opens)
(door closes)
-Leave him be. -What happened?
-Why is he-- -He's exhausted.
Let him rest.
*
Come and help me make dinner. We all have to eat.
*
ADELITA: We shouldn't be meeting in public.
ANGEL: Well, we are.
This is not a good idea.
Neither was taking Galindo's kid
without giving us a heads up.
You know as much as you need to know.
Bullshit.
We're the ones that have to deal with the backlash.
(scooter engine rumbles)
(sighs)
My brother, he knows Galindo's wife.
They were together before he went to prison.
Is that going to be a problem?
No.
But I'm giving you the facts.
Putting everything on the table.
That's how this is supposed to work.
Is he still in love with her?
No more than I'm in love with you, mi dulce.
Let's not complicate this, Angel.
'Cause things are so simple.
Is the baby okay?
Of course he is.
And what happens next?
You secure the buyer for the heroin.
To the kid, Adelita.
For now, he belongs to us.
That's so fucked up.
Galindo's upside down.
He ain't gonna rest till he's got a basket
full of rebel heads.
He'll never find us.
(distant food truck music playing)
We are smoke.
Just a name and a voice.
(screaming)
(indistinct chatter)
Oh, Jesus.
(gasps and whispers)
I don't think this is the kind of smoke
you were talking about.
(upbeat Spanish music plays)
(indistinct chatter)
-Where's the prospect? -Went to help our old man.
I'll call him back.
No, let him have the night.
Felipe'll work him harder than us anyhow.
Yeah, you don't wanna piss off the butcher.
End up on a fucking meat hook.
(laughter)
*
Everything all right, carnal?
Yeah, I just--Long day, jefe.
Yeah.
Time to relax.
You earned it, huh?
*
Yeah, we did.
*
Shit, what happens when Bishop finds out
about the burning Bennies?
Won't be tonight.
Yeah, we need this.
*
Thanks, bro.
*
-How's it going, baby? -(laughs)
*
(crickets chirping)
GALINDO: (speaking Spanish)
Don't tighten it too much. You'll bend the copper.
I know.
(knocking)
EZ: Who's that?
(groans) You wanted to talk.
With the feds?
I thought you said that was a bad idea.
*
Come on in.
(speaking Spanish)
*
EMILY: Thank you.
*
I'll pack your order.
*
I called Felipe. He said you'd be coming by.
Galindo knows you're here?
EMILY: I told his mother I'd pick up a roast.
Of course, I travel with a platoon now.
*
Are you okay? Did they hurt you?
-Think I'm still in shock. -I'm sorry, I...
*
That's why I'm here.
*
Thank you.
*
(sighs)
I need your help, EZ.
Okay.
*
I need to know the truth.
*
I need someone I can trust.
*
-Truth about what? EMILY: My son.
*
I saw the video from the rebels.
Miguel promised there would be no retaliation,
but then...
something happened.
Something changed, and now...
EMILY: No one will even look me in the eye.
*
I'm so sorry to put this on you, EZ.
I just...
*
Mmm...
I don't know who else to ask.
*
If anything happens...
will you tell me?
Please?
*
It already has.
EZ: Retaliation.
Two innocents burned to death.
Dumped in Merchant Square.
*
(whimpers)
*
(breathing deeply)
(sniffs)
-I'm sorry. -No, I--
-Thank you for telling me. -I, uh...
I should go. I--I have to--
EZ: Yeah, of course.
*
-Hey, the roast. -Em.
Oh, thank you.
*
I'm not gonna let anything happen to this baby.
*
Your son.
*
(car engine starts)
(car doors close)
*
(indistinct chatter)
(speaking Spanish)
Yeah.
("Jesus Gave Me Water" playing)
(speaking Spanish)
*
* Jesus gave me water Jesus gave me water *
* Jesus gave me water
(girls shouting)
* I wanna let his praises swell *
Come on, Papi.
* Jesus gave me water Jesus gave me water *
How do you like this, baby?
* Gave me lasting water and it was not in the well *
* There was a woman from Samaria *
Get in.
* Came to the well for water *
* There she met a stranger who did a story tell *
(laughs)
You must be really desperate.
*
Shut the fuck up and get in the car, Mom.
We gotta talk.
*
* Yes he gave her water
* Jesus gave her water
* Loving, lasting water
* And it was not in the well
(dramatic music)
*
(baby giggles)