- Previously on "Mayans M.C."...
- We picked up Galindo because of your intel.
- After you promised me that my men wouldn't be compromised.
But I get plenty more intel,
so maybe you can wait a few days,
read about it on WikiLeaks.
- This is very unsettling.
- The ramblings of a beautiful mind.
- They own us, Miguel.
They can touch everything we have,
everyone we know.
- Not everyone.
I've got 2,000 forgotten soldiers
just waiting for a devil to lead them.
- My father was betrayed by a friend.
A sacred trust.
They chopped off his head.
- There's something you might want to see.
Do you know the Bishop?
- Sí.
Holy shit.
Faces on the ground!
Hands behind your head right now.
*
- How about the dead fucking body in your trunk?
Who is it?
- Don't know.
We didn't put it there.
Someone planted an old, fat chick in your car?
- Maybe it was your overambitious
and under-informed partner.
- Jesus, man.
I don't know how we look the other way on this one.
- Hey, Rogan.
Come here.
- Bishop will talk to Peña.
We'll figure this out.
- Apparently the Reyes boys
stumbled into a Homeland Security issue.
That body in the trunk isn't theirs.
I mean, we haven't even ID'd the body yet.
Who's this?
- We'll sort it out from here.
Apologize for the inconvenience.
I'll walk you through it. - Come on.
- Ah, good evening, gentlemen.
Lovely night for a walk.
- You were outside the scrapyard.
- Aw, there's that beautiful mind at work.
- The Santo Padre police are
busy processing your release papers.
My name is Lincoln Potter.
I am an assistant U.S. attorney.
We--we heard about your situation
over the police spat.
- Yes.
If this goes well, our conversation.
Our bond.
- We want a lawyer.
- Hmm. - Don't say anything.
- There was a dead body in the trunk of the car
you were driving.
That car belongs to another member of your M.C.
I'm sure there's Mayan DNA everywhere.
Should I go on?
Your brother, Ezekiel,
made a deal with the DEA while incarcerated.
It was put on the table by an agent Kevin Jimenez.
Your second cousin, yes?
- EZ feeds Jiminez information on the Galindo Cartel
about their heroin empire...
but as you know,
life on the border, so unpredictable.
Miguel Galindo is no longer our focus.
The escalating dissent in Mexico
has shifted all priorities.
Which means...
your deal is irrelevant.
And because you haven't accrued enough points,
they'll put you back inside,
and I'm afraid there's a real possibility
your involvement with the authorities
could be exposed and, of course,
with that comes an agonizing, shiv-related end.
- But if that was gonna happen,
you wouldn't be inside our cell.
- That is correct, Angel.
I come here with an opportunity.
One that's good for your brother
and therefore you as well.
An ideology has manifested
that threatens tranquility on both sides of the border.
Because of your...
unique, street level skill sets,
we feel it's something
you could handle far better than we could.
- That means you do the patriotic thing.
I wouldn't ask you
to do anything that you haven't done before.
You do this for us...
you help with this
and you won't need to accrue points, Ezekiel,
because the deal will never have existed.
I will wipe it clean!
You will be free and clear.
I'll be in touch with the details.
You're free to go.
- Yes.
We'll hold on to the dead body in case you change your mind,
and then you'll both be in jail.
When EZ's exposed, the M.C. will assume
the brother, the blood that brought him in,
will have known about it,
and we'll be right back to where we were,
that agonizing death for both of you.
Poor Felipe.
No wife.
No sons.
- You're fucking evil.
That's a little Eye of Sauron-ish,
don't you think?
Telling both of you made sense.
That way I get two problem solvers for the price of one.
As long as brother doesn't kill you.
Oh, this is probably worth mentioning.
EZ wouldn't make the deal
unless there was a familial protection clause.
Nothing he gave the DEA
could ever be used against you or the M.C.
So, you know, there's that.
A little bro-on-bro love.
We'll speak soon, gentlemen.
*
- Please, you got to let me explain.
- Get out.
- Get up.
- Get up!
- "I just want to be home, Angel.
"Be with you and Pop.
"Be part of something.
Maybe there's a spot for me in the club."
You lied to me!
You fucking played me.
That asshole was right.
The club will think I was a part of it.
They won't think I would be that fucking estupido
that I would let my own baby brother fucking betray me.
Not like this!
What does Pop know?
Of course he knows.
- He had no choice, this was--
- Shut the fuck up!
- La sangre es la sangre.
*
- * 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 U.S. 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
*
- I'm looking for Angel.
- It's my brother.
- I'm EZ.
- This is Coco.
- Sorry about your mom.
- That guy's wound a little tight.
- Yeah.
He just got back from Iraq,
but he's cool though.
He knows a lot about guns.
Helped me get this.
You sure about this, little brother?
- Yeah.
It's just for protection.
You gotta let this shit go, man.
You keep going deeper down this hole--
- I know. I can't help it.
- It was a junkie who killed Mom looking for cash.
That's what the cops said-- - There was no money taken.
- I know!
It doesn't make sense.
That's the whole fucking point, Ezekiel.
It's fucked up.
You--you can't figure it out.
It's not a fucking math problem.
Whoever it was, they're long gone.
- The Wildcat sticker was from El Centro High School.
The car belongs to a local. - Jesus fucking Christ.
Don't make me sorry I got you that.
He was good, wasn't he?
If he didn't get an academic ride,
that slider would have gotten him into any school.
- Not much of me on these shelves is there, Pop?
It's not your fault.
'Cause I haven't done much for you to be proud of.
- When I was a kid...
I used to have this fear...
that someone would break into the house,
put a gun up to your head,
and to Mom's head...
Make me choose...
which one lives,
which one gets their brains blown out.
Fucked up...
isn't it?
- Angel.
- I found out about his DEA deal tonight.
You chose him over me.
You always have.
- EZ wouldn't make the deal
unless he talked to me first.
He was up for parole in six.
I thought if he had a chance...
They don't set cop killers free.
Not until they forget what it is to be out.
Then it's too late.
I didn't choose him over you.
I knew you'd take care of him.
You'd watch his back in the M.C.
I figured
he'd get his points helping DEA get Galindo.
Then he could walk away.
Have the chance to live the life he was supposed to have.
Do I have the life I'm supposed to have?
- You chose it.
I didn't like it.
I never judged you.
I never stopped loving you.
You were my firstborn.
- Guess I'm having trouble seeing that.
- This U.S. attorney.
Bottom fell out of the Galindo deal...
wants us to help him out with a problem.
If we do it, your golden boy...
is free and clear.
If it's good for EZ, we got to do it...
right?
- I'm sorry this came crashing down on you.
I made a mistake.
I didn't see any of it coming.
Shit on the border, violence...
dissent.
"Dissent."
- Opposing points of view.
Rebellion.
- Rebellion...
escalating dissent...
shit.
They're going after the rebels.
- Angel!
Shit.
[woman speaking Spanish indistinctly]
- It's chaos.
- I know.
Please. - Thank you.
- This U.S. attorney,
the DOJ-- well, you know the process,
but to help with the rebels,
they'll need access to our operation,
and once they're inside, we're done.
They'll know how to cut off our revenue sources,
supplies...
they can sabotage relationships,
expose us as cooperators.
We'll be forced to bend to any demand they make.
- But so much of our revenue is legitimate now.
- And I'm not gonna sacrifice all that hard work.
Look, I want to create a...
shadow structure.
Kind of a layer on top of our business--
some of it real, most of it smoke and paper.
- We'll give them access to just enough
so they feel like they're in control.
- I...
I don't understand.
- I'm going to work with Los Olvidados.
- Miguel.
You cannot double-cross the U.S. government.
We're not Escobar.
We don't own a country.
- Adelita has left no room for me to jump.
Her deal makes the most sense.
- If our friend at diocese comes through
we can end her reign.
- I don't see her making that mistake.
- And the movement will continue without her
fueled by a martyr.
- This U.S. attorney, he will see all this.
- No, he won't,
but those arrogant fucks think they know everything.
With the rebels
I'll have access to resources they don't even know exist,
and while they're moving around bogus chess pieces,
we'll be playing the game on a whole different board.
- Everything we do will be off the grid.
- That's our play.
That's how we stay one step ahead.
- No.
That's how destroy ourselves.
You hate the feds. So do I.
They fucked over this family,
but now you're making a decision clouded by that hate.
It's--it's a mistake, Miguel.
I know how they operate.
I learned a hard lesson with your father...
But I can protect you.
I know how unsettling all this is,
but please, son,
give yourself time to think clearly.
Your legacy, your family...
there's so much at stake.
- Thank you, Devante.
- Yes.
Of course.
- Maybe he's right.
Jesus.
How do I even think straight in all of this?
What do I do?
- My advice, Devante's...
it might help...
but you have to trust your instincts, Miguel.
The rest...
is just opinions and noise.
You'll know what's right.
You always do.
I'll finish sorting this out.
You know, those assholes just dumped
payroll ledgers all over your dad's family stuff.
Hi.
Ripped all those pictures.
Almost crushed your brother's medical records.
- Yeah.
Angel come by the house?
- Yeah.
I'm sorry.
- You did everything that they wanted you to do.
Angel was right.
Your future was more important to me than anything else.
I should have known better,
letting you get into bed with the DEA.
They're vultures.
- I made the decision.
You had no choice.
I put my family at risk.
- Angel's hurt.
Feels betrayed,
but I know him. I know who he is.
- Doesn't matter anymore.
Inside, when there's nothing else to see,
it's easy to create an idea
and an image...
of what you think you want.
But...
the closer I get to those things,
the more strange they look.
I'm so tired of chasing my life, Pop.
- I'm gonna replace the gasket on the Road King.
It's all I got.
*
- And just thank him for his cooperation.
Tell him we'll be in touch.
Yes. Good.
Thank you, hermano.
Nestor.
Our friend at the diocese has come through.
She's minutes away.
- That is good news.
- Yes.
I took your advice. I...
cleared my head, saw the big picture.
Thank you.
We have some work to do.
Need to figure out how to position all this.
- We reassure Alvarez it'll be business as usual,
that what happened the other night was just harassment.
Feds had nothing, so they could do nothing.
And that message goes out to all our buyers.
You made the right choice, son.
- Yes.
I know.
- Pick up, Adelita.
Pick up.
*
Oh, shit. I'm sorry.
*
- Adelita. You hear from her?
- Shit.
- Yeah, but I think we got a problem
I got to the rebel camp and it was gone.
Been calling the sat phone. No one's picking up.
This is bad.
- You think it got something to do
with the feds moving on Galindo?
- Devante called. Meeting with Galindo's a go.
San Buho Casino.
- Now.
- You know what's happening with the Reyes deal yet?
- Haven't heard from Potter, which is kind of how I like it.
- I just tried accessing the case file.
I couldn't get in.
It's probably IT doing maintenance.
- Yeah, okay. Thanks.
*
- * When the world, it tries to break you *
*
* I hope you reach for higher things *
*
* Guessing when the summer takes you *
*
* I hope you see what that'll bring *
*
[indistinct chatter, phones ringing]
- Jesus.
Hey, man. - KJ.
You doing all right?
- Hanging in.
- Shit.
- Guess I don't need this.
I fucked this up pretty bad.
I didn't mean for it to blow back on you.
- It's all right, man.
I get it.
- Larry.
- I'm sorry.
I embarrassed you, the DEA.
- Yeah.
It's all handled.
Gonna head up north.
Meet up with my wife and kids at her mom's.
Any questions come up
as you're going through my report, just, uh...
gimme a call. - Yeah, we should be okay.
Hey.
You take care of yourself, KJ.
- Yeah.
- What the hell were we looking for?
- A whistleblower.
*
- Tribal council.
- That's Navajo for hungover.
Mr. Galindo and his party are already here.
We put you in the same room.
- That's good.
- No.
Think we're good.
When you clean up, we'll handle.
- Fair enough.
Let us know if you need anything.
- Miguel. - Por favor.
- Devante.
- Mr. Alvarez, please.
- Thank you.
- Marcus. - Miguel.
- Prospect, bikes.
- I'm okay if Ezekiel stays.
It might be useful to have
someone remember the details of what we say.
As you know, two nights ago,
the U.S. attorney's office
and other U.S. and Mexican agencies
invaded my home,
citing some vague Homeland Security law.
They took my wife, my child, and myself into custody,
and for the next 24 hours,
they intimidated and threatened my family...
then coerced me
into the same type of deal they made my father sign
nearly ten years ago.
- Miguel.
- What you don't know, but more importantly
what the U.S. and Mexican authorities don't know,
is that the night prior to that,
while detained at the Calexico border station,
someone else offered me a deal.
This is Luisa. You know her Adelita.
- No, please, gentlemen. I'll explain everything.
- Miguel.
- Los Olvidados wants only one thing.
To heal its people.
There's only way to cut through
the layers of greed, bureaucracy,
and ignorance
that have kept us broken for decades.
We need the edge of the most dangerous blade.
- My organization is no longer at odds with Los Olvidados.
The power of our new partnership
will not only allow us
to outthink, outmaneuver,
and exploit our invasive governmental agencies.
It also provides a network that increases production,
distribution, and profits.
And for the Mayans Motorcycle Club...
It takes you from the loading dock...
to the board room.
You become our trustee to keep all parties honest.
Now, my wife has put together
some broad strokes as to what this all might look like.
*
- We'll send over the proposal with all the information.
- Good.
- We'll have to officially take this to our table, but...
we're in.
- Good.
Marcus, do you mind riding back with me?
Need your opinion on a family matter.
- Of course.
My knees and back will be grateful.
- We'll put the bike in the van.
- I'm proud of you, primo.
This happened 'cause of you, huh?
- Look forward to doing business with you.
- Hi, I'm Michael Ariza.
- Hi.
I'm Angel.
- Luisa.
Coco, Gilly. - Hi.
- Nice to meet you, Luisa.
- Nice to meet you.
- Hey.
Sorry, I know it's late.
- It's okay.
Not much sleep going on here tonight.
You want one?
- I'm good.
I'm heading up to San Joaquin for a few days.
Wanted to check on him before I left.
He didn't pick up his cell.
- I'm not sure where he is.
You hear anything? - No.
- This U.S. attorney that's been fucking with his deal,
what do you know about him?
Something happen?
- No, I'm just asking a question.
- Lincoln Potter.
Off-the-chart weird,
off-the-chart smart.
He's become the DOJ's guy for Mexico's interior struggles.
Not sure how far up the food chain his orders come from.
If you hear anything,
please let me know.
- Ah.
Bad night to quit drinking.
- Could you check in the lounge, please?
- Need some more paper shredded?
Getting good at it.
- Well, maybe I should ask you the same thing...
but I guess you don't need paper.
Not when you have a beautiful mind.
- You seem to have settled into things.
- I have.
- I'm glad you made peace with it.
- I didn't see it in the lounge, ma'am.
- Miguel probably picked it up. I'll be right there.
- I don't know yet.
Whatever you were doing for the feds,
I hope their shift with Miguel has put an end to it.
If anything you do hurts my family--
- It won't.
- Don't make me choose, EZ.
*
- Just have to talk to Devante, clear some things up.
Go with Emily,
and I'll join you before you reach the freeway.
- It'd be my pleasure.
*
- Say good night, Don Quixote.
- Good night.
- Lemme see those pretty lips, huh?
- Yeah.
We do it to him, can't take it back.
Then it's gonna happen.
*
Miguel.
- Miguel.
[insects chirping, coyote howls in distance]
- I love you, my brother.
- I love you, Mikey.
[hip hop music playing on speakers]
*
[women giggling, tattoo gun buzzing]
- Warrior markers, boy scout.
- We're all getting one.
[moody Spanish cover of "I Say A Little Prayer"]
*
[song continues softly on speakers]
*
- Sorry to keep you waiting.
- Yes, it is.
- * Te quiero, te quiero *
[woman continues singing in Spanish]
* Te quiero, te quiero *
[woman continues singing in Spanish]
* Te quiero, te quiero *
[woman continues singing in Spanish]
*
- * Te quiero, te quiero *
*
* Te quiero, te quiero *
[woman continues singing in Spanish]
*
- You're my brother,
and I love you.
I could never give you up.
So your lie is now my lie.
Our secret.
We'll do whatever this thing for Potter is,
put it behind us, then you're free to go.
- Nothing makes sense anymore, Angel.
Shit that I thought I wanted--
- I don't care what you want.
I'm telling you're free to go.
Explain to Bishop this was a mistake,
the life ain't for you,
hand in your cut, then you leave.
The M.C., Santo Padre, I don't care where you go.
- Angel-- - No.
That's the only way you make this thing right.
You walk away...
for good.
So you never forget what you did.
How you betrayed me.
*
- Los hermanos Reyes.
I assume you're both listening.
- Yeah.
- I just sent each of you a text message
with the details of your task.
Needs to be finished by the end of the day tomorrow.
What the fuck is this?
- I told you I wouldn't ask you
to do anything you hadn't done before.
Killing a member of law enforcement,
that should come easy...EZ.
*
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