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Previously, on "Mayans M.C."...

The rebels already moved.

We're too late, Mikey. I'm sorry.

I want my pew full by end of day.

How many spies we putting on the street?

This group? It'll be an even dozen.

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.

You must be really desperate.

Shut the fuck up and get in the car, Mom.

Jimenez is worried about retaliation.

Just want a set of eyes on you.

I don't need a babysitter.

We never found out how the Samoans knew all

- the details to our biggest run. - Someone in the M.C.?

I don't know.

Got something.

- How many? - Looks like a lone buck

coming over the hill.

Got it.

Is everything going good here, gentlemen?

Yeah.

We're good, Vicki.

300 yards.

Moving northeast.

Wind's...

10 miles per hour, southwest.

Got it.

That was close.

It was a high-powered pull.

Definitely wasn't Border Patrol.

- Hunters? - Or militias.

Same fucking thing.

Did you hear that?

All the time.

If they're not tearing through my land

playing redneck rat patrol,

they're using the fence as a shooting gallery.

Alice Reed's?

And her concerned citizen coalition.

'Sup, prospect?

Franky.

Serving and protecting?

Shit.

Go get the bad guys, Officer Rogan.

Oh, I'm coming back for all y'all motherfuckers.

We'll be here, fucking your favorite whore.

When's our boy ready to go back to work?

I can't get him to leave.

I'm healing.

- He's faking. - Us!

- Whoa, whoa, look. - Hey, hey.

- He's laughing. - Oh, he's definitely playing.

There's only one way to find out.

Fucking psychos, come on.

Come on, come on.

I thought the second shot was a kill.

No, the third one was.

- Go. - Shit.

- Here. - Go.

Shit.

So much for a little pussy and a quiet night.

- Our madam see anything? - Nah.

Heard the shots but didn't know anything

- went down on her property. - Trigger could have been

pulled half a mile away.

You first on the scene?

Yes, ma'am.

I was here minutes after the shots.

Look, whoever it was,

they knew how to ninja the terrain.

Rogan was, um, checking in

on Victoria and the girls last night.

Public service.

Keeping them safe.

Your mother would be so proud, Franky.

Crime scene's a...

bit below your pay grade, isn't it, Mayor?

My pay is too low to be graded.

Then how can I help you, Antonia?

Well, first thing you could do

is stop being so fucking cheerful

- would be swell. - Wow.

I missed that.

We heard the shots.

- We were at Vickie's. - Jesus.

Am I the only one not getting laid at this place?

You've already got a hot wife.

Jumping the fence?

Yeah.

Fifth one in less than six months.

All taken out long range, high caliber--

military grade.

Local heroes.

Dropping wetbacks for Uncle Sam.

Yeah, that's what we thought.

- Can I get the evidence? - Yes, ma'am.

Oxy spins it another way.

That's why we're here.

You think this is us?

- Scripts aren't our game. - No.

But your game is supposed to be the only game.

You see the hypocrisy here, right, querida?

Four dead Mexicans stay cold cases

'cause they look like collateral damage

from redneck patriotism...

but then you throw some drugs into the mix and...

Fuck you, Bishop.

I live in so many shades of grey

between you and Galindo.

Some days I can barely look at myself in the mirror

trying to justify my, uh, passive cooperation.

Guess the greater good keeps getting

a little harder to see.

I'll dig into this from my side.

If the Feds get looped in, not much I can do

- to protect you. - I know.

And if I find something...

I'm gonna handle this the way I do.

I know.

- You okay? - Yeah.

I've seen my share of dead Mexicans.

Yeah, well, this dead Mexican was muling scripts.

Oxy.

And it might not be the first one picked off

- for the cargo. - Well, we better figure out

who's playing Oxy whack-a-beaner

before the DA pitches a tent in our backyard.

I know where you should start:

My neighbor.

Buenos dias.

May I...

Oh.

Of course.

Do you know about this?

- The feast. - Mm-hmm.

Yes, they do it every year.

It's an anniversary.

Of the town charter.

They parade the Virgin Mary from the square to the church.

Music, food,

lots of drinking.

Is it a big event?

Big enough for Santa Madre.

Thanks.

That's good work, prospect.

Thanks, padrino.

I should be able to pull another mirror from the yard.

You gonna ride straight through to Oakland?

Nah, I got business in LA for a day or two.

I'll be home by the weekend though.

How's the fit?

You and your brother.

That working out?

Yeah.

Good.

You know, up north we don't let blood sponsor blood.

Loyalty can get messy.

Bishop signed off on it.

I'm sure it'll work.

Word of advice:

if a situation should present itself

that causes, you know, confusion...

between brother...

and brother...

you bring it to me or Bishop.

We'll help you out.

You understand?

Yeah.

Of course.

You're a smart kid, EZ.

Santo Padre needs that.

Put the club first.

I wanna see a full patch on your back.

Everything okay?

Yeah.

Just...

Helping him with the ride north.

From Taza.

From a woman.

Did not like her.

That guy still creeps me the fuck out.

Bishop wants us out at Vicki's.

What's up?

Nothing. Just some crazy chick.

She wrote you a note?

Is she pregnant or infected?

Picked a bad day to go vegan.

Oh, come on, that's funny.

Okay.

From Agent Jimenez.

Been bumped down to errand boy.

Step up from babysitting.

We have to talk to EZ.

He hasn't called.

You'll get the next bag of intel

end of the week, on schedule.

Not trying to fuck with your family, Mr. Reyes.

I get it. I got two boys of my own.

We're not sure what stirred up this new activity with Galindo,

but whatever it is may require a shift in how we proceed,

and that shift is as much about protecting your son

as it is our investigation.

The new contact info Jimenez gave me--

I didn't give it to EZ.

So if he's pissed off...

he should come at me.

Please give that to your son.

Shit.

How's it going, Denny?

What's this about, Ariza?

Just wanna talk.

- Where's your mom? - Maybe she ain't here.

Maybe she is.

Big day at Casa Reed.

First the good guys,

now the bad guys.

Or maybe I got them turned around.

So hard to tell nowadays.

Maybe you and the, uh,

peckerwood patrol are just humble servants

keeping our border safe, or maybe you're just a bunch

of fucking racist yahoos gunning down kids

with high-powered rifles.

Listen, if you're talking about the shooting last night,

we already told the cops...

we don't know nothing about that.

Nothing more than our neighbors.

Although, it might be hard for some of them to notice shit

when they got a dick in every hole.

Come on, Alice.

Come on, Bishop.

What the hell you care

about some dead Mexican?

You running protection on civil rights, now?

Cops found scripts near the body.

Oxy.

- They think he was muling. - That changes it

from target practice to drug running.

That does make it our business.

Alice.

Bish.

Boy Scout's got something.

The guy chatting up Alice.

He was in Stockton when I was inside.

Had rank in the woodpile.

- Some sort of shot-caller. - Brotherhood?

I don't think so.

His ink--

it's more military than Aryan.

If Alice is running scripts,

she's gonna need a buyer.

That might be her friend in the fatigues.

Like my son said, we don't know shit

about any drug muling wetback.

Now get off my land.

Let's go, Junior.

- See ya, Riz. - Yeah.

Stay on him.

See where he goes, who he meets.

I'm with him.

- Supervise him. - Yup.

I don't trust this bitch.

Yeah, that's a whole lot of hate

packed into a little ofay.

Why don't you have Creeper hang around one more day

over at Vicki's. Keep an eye on the girls.

All right, will do.

I'll sit by the gate, see who comes and goes.

Good.

Okay.

Imperial County.

Ah.

Uh, anymore from our street rats?

No intel yet on the rebels.

There's still one kid MIA.

Excuse me.

I know you're busy, I...

No, it's--it's okay.

Take off.

Oh, please, stay.

You should all hear this.

Uh...

This is research...

from media, military and academic websites.

It shows how the Taliban and ISIS infiltrate a town.

Take over from the inside out.

It...

it'll be a familiar read.

Los Olvidados...

is doing the same thing on the border.

First they position themselves as saviors.

The home-grown bomb for the invading disease.

It starts on the street,

in the coffee shops and bars-- word of mouth.

Then it spreads to social media,

local press, rallies-- just inciting hate

and rebellion and...

it doesn't take much to shift the will of the broken.

And once that happens, they've earned trust.

They secure benefactors and begin recruiting.

It's...

the perfect mix of primitive

and high-tech warfare.

You did all this research?

I have to do something to help.

How does this help?

It explains why you keep losing ground to the rebels.

And if you don't change your tactics, I...

I just want our son back.

Well...

we really appreciate

all this hard work you've done, Ms. Galindo.

Don't fucking patronize me, Devante.

I'm not Dita or some pinche guera...

Emily.

I'm sorry.

I've just tried to--

please just hear me out.

Okay.

Go on.

The cartel's most useful tool...

is power and fear.

That's the way it's always been.

That's what keeps you in control.

And yet every time you use that on the rebels,

they turn it against you.

Securing themselves as saviors,

and strengthening their message:

"Kill the devil, save Mexico."

You have to dismantle their rhetoric.

Sway public opinion a different way.

A smarter way.

You have to turn them into the devil.

Here's where you can do it.

Sweet Jane, it's good to see you.

Gracias.

The cough isn't getting any better.

Hey, hey, hey.

We're not here for you, Dennis.

Came to talk to your friend in the fatigues.

I got no friends here.

You guys have no idea what the hell you're stepping on.

Well...

why don't you fill us in?

Don't.

Where you going, featherwood?

You should have listened to Dennis.

Who the fuck are you?

Ow!

Guys, we got eyes on us.

Inside, Dennis.

Let's go.

Prospect was right.

I didn't even see him throw the punch.

Seals?

Maybe.

We gotta find out who these guys are.

It's not just the Feds.

Last thing we wanna do is complicate shit with Galindo.

Another player--

that's bad.

Maybe we form a little coalition of our own.

Do some hunting tonight.

Then we do it with Kevlar and very quiet.

The shit we're hunting?

It's gonna shoot back.

Where the fuck is our shooter?

Pop.

- Everything okay? - Yeah.

Feds don't know that the kid's been taken.

They're afraid that the cartel's gearing up

for a retaliation.

They've been watching me.

Shit.

I'm sorry.

I should have told Jimenez right away.

You've been protecting Emily.

I gotta head downtown, pick up a new mirror.

I'll bring Jimenez up to speed.

I should get back.

Vandalize it, tag the walls...

How much time will they have in the church?

20, 30 minutes, depending on the procession.

My men will be quick.

Okay.

And as soon as we see it,

- you have to insert yourself. - Mm.

Publicly declare your outrage,

vow to repair all the damage...

Yes, I will be their savior.

Hmm?

I have an update.

The youth group.

Give us a minute, hmm?

- Emily. - Mm-hmm?

This was...

very smart.

Thank you.

- The kid that was MIA? - Mm-hmm.

He came through. Must have swiped a phone,

sent a text.

Adelita.

And this video was attached.

Cristobal...

Who's the nun?

That's one of the local Dominicans.

All the fucking money

my family stuffed into the pockets of that diocese.

When was the last time he checked in?

The 11th.

Can't get through to him.

Galindo has the M.C. working double-time.

Makes sense.

Galindo's son was kidnapped less than a week ago.

Jesus.

Los Olvidados.

Do we know their demands?

I don't give a shit about the demands--

or for his kid, for that matter--

but these Zapatista wanna-be's

just dropped an opportunity in our laps.

It's time for EZ Reyes to win back the one who got away,

turn the wife while the family's still upside-down.

I can't ask him to do that.

Excuse me?

I know that you two have set up emotional boundaries...

I know him. He's gonna push back on this.

Then pull the damn deal.

Put him back on the inside.

He killed a cop.

I'll make it work.

Good.

I got intel...

on his old man.

You know who that is?

My boss.

Assistant special agent in charge.

Authority over everything done in the field.

Tracked me down today to have a sausage.

And then he gave me this.

Galindo's son was kidnapped.

I was gonna put it in the next drop.

I know you think I'm a prick...

second cousins or not,

but I want you to win here, EZ.

To walk away from this

with the life you were supposed to have.

Shit has slid downhill...

so fast.

The rebels were an x-factor no one saw coming.

Now we need more than the things that your

photographic memory can record.

I don't understand.

You have to get close to Emily.

Convince her to turn.

What the fuck are you talking about?

Emily Thomas is an outsider.

She's Galindo's white prize to legitimize.

I'm not sure what's in it for her, but I do know

that losing a child will shatter any bond.

You need to be there when that happens.

Guide her to us.

It's our best shot at Galindo.

And the only thing that keeps your deal alive.

Then pull my deal.

Put me back inside.

I'll take my chances and serve the six I have left.

I'm not gonna do anything that puts Emily at risk.

You're making a big mistake, EZ.

Mm.

Why stop now?

- Happy? - Shut up.

Gotta talk to you.

Okay.

Then fucking talk.

I--I know you had it rough, you know.

Gotten a raw deal.

What the fuck is that supposed to mean?

He's talking to me.

- I'm the raw deal? - Bitch, shut up.

Enough! Jesus.

I'm glad you're living here now, right?

But you can't go around telling people

you're my little sister.

Why?

Yeah.

- Why, Coco? - Shut up.

Fuck.

Fuck. Unbelievable.

You don't want anything to do with me, either.

Told you. She's out of control.

If you had did what I had asked you 17 years ago,

she wouldn't be out of control.

She'd have a decent life with a decent fucking family.

Oh, so I'm that bad guy now?

'Cause I didn't give up my granddaughter

to some fucking stranger?

I was going inside, Mom.

Looking at five years, you know?

Baby mama was a fucking junkie, adoption was the right thing.

And so was raising her as my own.

Bullshit. The only reason you pretended to be her mom

was so you could get that welfare check.

Maybe I wanted another child

'cause the last one I had is a piece of shit.

Then maybe you shouldn't have let

every diseased cock in Fresno

turn your old gash into a cesspool.

Hey, I'm sorry.

I didn't want this to turn into...

whatever that was in there, you know?

I just don't want you to get hurt.

But you can't go around

telling people I'm gonna fuck them up.

Okay.

Okay.

Can you give me a ride home so I don't have to listen

- to this crazy bitch? - Yeah.

Give your little girl a ride home.

Get in some daddy/daughter time.

What the fuck is she talking about?

I'm your grandmother, kid.

Do the bastard math.

Is that true?

Fuck!

Shit!

Wait, wait!

Hey! Hey, stop! Stop!

Whoa! What the hell you doing?

- Just drive. - Uh...

I'll suck your dick.

Leticia!

Leticia!

Coco, Coco, Coco.

Coco, Coco, Coco.

Coco, Coco, Coco.

Loco, loco, loco.

When you marry into this life...

you make a choice:

Either you live inside the circle...

you'll know everything that happens,

you'll see everything...

But to survive...

you have to feel nothing.

Or you can live outside the circle...

Know nothing...

and feel everything.

And you chose outside.

Yes.

Because a child needs one parent

who's capable of love.

I'm not inside anything, Dita.

This is about Cristobal.

I just want to help.

I understand that, but the choices you make now...

As simple or innocent as they may seem...

they'll impact your life forever.

And the life of your family.

Todo bien?

- Sí. - Claro.

He said he was gonna see you today.

He did.

EZ's in trouble, Felipe.

He needs your help.

He's got a decision to make, and you have to push him

in the right direction.

EZ can make up his own mind.

Yeah.

You got a good relationship with your boys.

I didn't have that.

My old man was a drunk.

Abusive.

You knew him.

A little.

I got shit to do.

At least with my old man I knew who he was.

I don't think EZ and Angel can say the same thing about you.

Seems Felipe Reyes didn't exist before 1985.

Coincidentally, the same year you got married.

No birth records,

addresses, schooling.

Not a trace of you.

The only information I do have

is on your social security number,

and oddly enough, that belonged to a woman from El Paso.

She died in 1985.

My next step is to reach out to a buddy

who works for Mexico's general prosecutor.

Have the PNR do a facial recognition search.

What are you doing?

You clocked a covert DA surveillance

and almost took out one of my agents.

Think I'm not gonna look into that?

You don't know a God damn thing about me.

That seems to be the point here.

You need to help your son.

Convince him to flip Emily Thomas.

It's the only thing that's keeping him

and this deal alive.

I can't make him do that.

I won't.

Yeah, you will.

Because if you don't...

everything your sons know and love about you--

and I'm guessing their mother, too--

they're gonna find out it's a lie...

and they'll never trust you again.

I'll tear your family apart.

Fuck!

You can access Alice's east cattle gate

from this side.

Then there's about 1/4 mile to the house.

- Okay. - Thank you.

- Be careful. - Yes.

Creep, watch her.

Nothing happens to her.

You keep eyes on the front.

- We'll take the rear. - All right.

Come on.

It looks quiet.

Just the pickup truck in front.

Shades are down.

I don't see no shadows or movement.

There's no movement inside.

- Might be empty. - How do you wanna do this?

Maybe we should ring the door bell.

I like it.

Okay.

We're going in.

Here we go.

Jesus.

Son of a bitch.

Doorbell was a bad idea.

- Fuck you! - Shit.

- That's Dennis! - Shit!

Go! Through the back.

- Go, go! - Go, go!

Down! Get down!

Dennis.

We got him!

I want answers! Need them home!

- Yeah! - On me.

- Fuck. - Shit.

Kitchen's clear.

Bedroom's clear.

Bishop.

Holy shit.

Coalition's out of commission.

Fuck.

Stop running!

What the hell are you doing?

He was shooting at us.

Did you do all that?

Do what?

At the house.

What are you talking about?

No?

God, it had to be Cole.

Jesus. Jesus Christ.

Cole?

Who's that? The guy outside the bar?

Where's my mom?

Cole, he the guy buying the scripts

you guys been picking off?

I just-- it just started as

we were shooting illegals jumping the fence

and then we found the ones with the drugs.

How do I get a hold of Cole?

Look, I'm--I'm really bleeding a lot, here, guys.

Really bleeding a--

What are you doing? Help me, please.

Where's Riz? Where's...

Oh, shit.

He was gonna bleed out anyhow.

You tell Bishop that.

Maybe he got away.

Shit.

We'll bury him on Riz's property.

Take his finger. We're gonna need it.

Seriously?

You lucky it's not a new phone.

You'd be cutting off his face.

Nothing in the other rooms.

Alice. Not here.

This is a military-style execution.

It was neat.

No brass, no prints.

Someone's trying to tie up loose ends.

Then someone knew it would be in our best interests

- to make this go away. - Using us to clean up.

It's us.

- Jesus. - Fuck.

- Where's Dennis? - I lost him.

- He got away. - We heard shots.

Yeah.

He kept firing at us.

Freaked out.

Now we know why.

All right, pack 'em up.

We'll burn them on the other side.

Anything?

Left two messages.

The guy we want is actually named Cole,

he'll know we're reaching out.

We don't know nothing about this dude

except he's a stone fucking killer.

If we don't find a buyer for this heroin soon...

Los Olvidados will lose ground.

And without Adelita...

we don't have a solution to Galindo.

And this whole play to back the rebels falls apart.

And if the club finds out,

it'll be us on that couch with a bullet in our head.

Maybe it's time to rethink this.

Shit.

You all right?

Geez...

Flashlight!

It's a fucking tunnel.

A serious fucking tunnel!

She's dead.

Está muerta.

Hermana Jane está muerta.

Hermana Jane está muerta...

Emily! Emily!

Hermana Jane está muerta...

Emily!

Emily!

Emily!

- Emily. - Emily.

Baby, stay with me.

You're okay. Stay with me.

I got you.

You're okay.