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- Previously on
"Mayans M.C."...

Shit.

- They're using the fence
as a shooting gallery.

- Alice Reed's?

- And her concerned
citizen coalition.

- Cops found scripts
near the body.

- That changes it from
target practice

to drug running.

- He was in Stockton
when I was inside.

Some sort of shot-caller.

- If Alice is running scripts,

she's gonna need a buyer.

- This is a military-style
execution.

- It had to be Cole.

- He the guy buying the scripts

you guys been picking off?

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

Los Olvidados will lose ground.

It's a tunnel!

- You need to help your son.

Convince him to flip
Emily Thomas.

Because if you don't,

everything your sons know

and love about you,

they're gonna find out
is a lie.

- You have to dismantle
the rebels' rhetoric.

Here's where you can do it.

- The kid that was MIA?
- Mm.

- He came through.

- Who's the nun?

- That's one of
the local Dominicans.

Esta muerta.

- Please don't retaliate.

- Emily. Em?

- She okay?

- Yeah.

Look, she got banged up
pretty bad, right?

They're running tests.

Hey, hey!
Stop, man.

We're making sure
there's no internal injuries.

- What happened?

- The Festival de Santa Madre.

Emily got caught up
in the chaos,

got fucking trampled.

Galindo brought her back here.

I got to see her, man.

Dude.

El Jefe and his Latin
thugs, man.

They camped out in there.

- Please, Franky.

- Shit.
Come on.

- Are you doing any better?

- More X-rays.

- Thank you, beautiful.

- Yeah, you owe me, Rogan.

Hi, Ezekiel.

- Hey, Rita.

Appreciate this.

- No worries.

Just a couple of minutes.

- You in pain?

- Not much.

This was a risk.

- I know.

I needed to make sure
you were okay.

- I am.

It was my fault.

I pushed my way into the crowd.

I don't remember much.

- It's all over the news.

They said...

the rebels murdered a nun.

- Yes.

- Just doesn't make much sense.

- What?

- Los Olvidados.

Attacking a community that
they're trying to save.

- They kidnapped my son.

- I know.
- They're fucking dangerous.

- Yeah.

- They did it to hurt Miguel.

The Galindo family has...

given a lot of money
to the Catholic church.

- I didn't know.

I'm sorry.

Okay.

Just let me know
if you need me.

Or if you need anything.

- EZ.

Have you heard anything
about my son?

- No.

- I'm sorry.

I've got to get her down
to orthopedics.

- Sup, E?

- Shit went down in
Santa Madre last night.

Cartel and the L.O.

- Shit.

Okay, not on the cell.

Meet you in the yard.

Pops?

That you?

You just climb through
the fucking window?

What the fuck?

- You wanted to talk?

- This was you?

And all the bodies?

- Yeah.

We were gonna leave her
at the house, but...

Seemed a little bit
over the top.

- You think?

Who the fuck are you guys?

- Lower the weapon.

And sit down.

So...

What do you know about me?

Angel Ignacio Reyes?

- Besides your flair
for the dramatic,

not fucking much.

Got from Dennis you
were buying the scripts.

- Where is Dennis?

- With Mama.

Or...

what's left of her.

Why'd you waste them all?

- They knew the R.O.E.

Then they unraveled.

Became a liability.

Your club got something
to move?

- Not the club.

- So it's your own deal.

Stop wasting my time.

- Heroin.

Six keys.

97% pure guero.

30 per.

- You got them here?

- You ex-military?

Blackwater?

- Close enough.

We are...

unfuckable.

- Yeah.

I get that.

The H is in Santa Madre.

I can get it here in two hours.

- You move your shit
through tunnels.

- We do.

- We might be able
to make this work.

- No.

- Nestor?

- Si.

Sorry to interrupt.

Thought you should know.

Just saw the prospect

walk out of an exam room.

A second later, a nurse
wheeled Emily out.

- Well.

It's good to know my wife
is talking to someone.

- You're up early.
- Yeah.

- You want something?

- Nah, I'm good.

- Not sure I believe that.

- Hear about that thing
in Santa Madre?

The church?

- The club part of that?

- No.

But Emily was there.

She got roughed up pretty bad.

Just went to see her.

- Jesus.

- She's in trouble, Pop.

I know it.

- There's not much
you can do about that.

- Her kid being taken,

the feds see it
as an opportunity.

Jimenez wants me
to turn her.

Bring her in.

The deal I signed off on...

Everything's upside down.

I never wanted any of this
to touch her.

But now...

it might be the only thing
that could keep her safe.

I don't know what to do.

- You'd have to tell her
everything, son.

It's too big a risk.

She's been a part of Galindo's
world for many years.

I'm not saying she's become
like him, but...

she's not the same girl
you knew eight years ago.

- Yeah.

- Follow us.

- Why would I do that?

- 'Cause you're smart.

Vamos.

- This is fucked up.

They're really smart.

- We got through to Pablo.

Adelita's in the city
letting everybody know

it was Galindo who fucked up
the church.

- Rebels are moving camp again.

- I got some news that might
take the sting out of this.

Cole paid me a visit.

- When?

- This morning.

At my house.

Brought Alice with him.

Or at least her head.

- Serious?

- Very serious.

You were right.

They're ex-military.
Marines, Special Forces...

Now they're pretty much

venture mercenaries.

They got contacts
all over the world.

Hook up buyers and sellers,
take a percentage.

That's what he did
with Alice's scripts.

- Until the crew got sloppy.

- We sure we want to be
in business with these guys?

- We already are.

Look, Cole can move
all six keys.

All we gotta do is earn
a little trust.

Do him a favor.
- Yeah?

How many heads he need?

- Just one.

Needs to smuggle a friend
into the States.

An Afghani national.

- No-fly list.

- Yeah.

- Who the hell is this guy?

- He's one of the translators.

- Nuh-uh.

- Dude, anybody eating curry

is on the no-fly list.

- He's hiding out near
the Sonora border.

We pick him up,
blindfold him,

and bring him home
through the underground.

- That's a lot of trust.

- We got no choice.

This...

This could be a clusterfuck
for Los Olvidados.

Adelita needs that cash.

- I'll go with.

- No. You go back to the ranch.

Cover up that hole better.

See where that tunnel leads.

- Got a few hours left
in the yard.

- Just finish up.

Business as usual.

I'll take the prospect
with me.

- Yeah.

- If he ever fucking
gets here.

How's it going?
- Good to see you.

- I apologize

for the suddenness
of my request.

- It must be important.

- It is, for both of us.

And the person
we have in common.

- The hospital.

- I'm assuming you still
have some...

nostalgic feelings for Emily?

- We have history.

I know you're aware.

I was worried about her.

Meant no disrespect.

There a reason we're chatting
in no-man's-land?

- It's pretty desolate,
isn't it?

But once the zoning
gets ironed out,

I'm gonna buy this lot
and all adjacent property.

Over 250 acres.

I have commitments from three
big agro companies,

both here and in Sonora

to base operations out
of Santo Padre.

And with that

comes housing, retail,
schools...

Gives this economy
a heartbeat again.

Puts us on the map.

- Michael Corleone.

Capitalism.

Wash the blood
off the family money.

- Right.

Who are you in that movie?

- I'm not sure.

As long as it's not Fredo.

- Can't be a large
percentage

of outlaw bikers
who speak Latin.

- Or cartel leaders

saving a migrant town
from extinction.

- Know, life takes you
in so many

unexpected directions?

- I'm guessing this isn't
about you and me

bonding over dead languages.

- No, it's not.

You stay away
from my wife, Ezekiel.

Now, with everything
that's happened,

your presence only
complicates things more.

That understood?

- Good.

Well, because next time...

it won't be a
polite conversation.

Mayor.
- Miguel.

- Glad you could
make it out.

- What's going on, brother?

Thought you were heading out
this morning.

- I am.

I talked to Devante Cano
this morning.

He gave me this.

Leader of Los Olvidados.

- It is a woman.
- She looks like a kid.

- We'll keep our eyes open.

Yeah, for now,
only the eyes in this room,

until you're convinced
your charter is Judas-free.

- Yeah.

Okay.

- Who saw you at the hospital?

- I don't know.

- It was stupid,
little brother.

You got to stay
away from Emily.

You can't stir shit up
with Galindo.

Not now.

- I'm sorry.
She just...

She triggers shit, man.

It's like I'm acting on it

before I even know what
the fuck I'm doing.

- Chicks.

Look, I know...

keeping this kid thing
from her breaks you in half.

I get it.

But there was nothing
that you could have done

to stop what happened
at the church.

- I could tell her the truth.

- Yeah, tell her you're
in bed with the crew

that kidnapped her son.

That'll win her back.

We lock this shit down today,

we're one step closer
to pushing out Galindo.

The club wins.

We win.

Then it's all just

putas...

and plata.

- Okay, Pitbull.

- Mm-hmm.

- Gracias.

- Thought the rebels
get by on...

the shit they borrow and steal.

Why does Adelita need
all this cash?

- Next phase of the plan.

- Which is?

- I just get a little piece
at a time.

When she was a kid...

she saw her whole family
get hacked to pieces.

She's got some trust issues.

- Yeah.

- Chicks, man.

- Should be at
the end of the block.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, wait.
Stop here.

Stop here.
This has gotta be it.

Red door.

Whose place is this, anyway?

- I didn't ask.

- Arriba los manos!

- Shit.

- Americans.

Fantastic.

- What the fuck is this?

- In this country,

you respect the badge.

- My wife was supposed to
fly back to Kabul

two days ago.

But there were complications
with the pregnancy.

The couple that owns the house,

I asked them
to call a doctor.

The doctor was very,
very suspicious.

- They called
the Policia Estatal.

- Their commander, he...

he threatened to kill
all of us.

- You are brothers.

I like that.

Family.

We are like family too.

- This woman needs
food and water.

Or she's gonna lose her family.

- Your friend there.

The terrorist.

- He's not our friend.

And he's not
a fucking terrorist.

We were just sent
to bring him back.

- So now you go to the people
that sent you.

Tell them

if they want this
not-a-terrorist

and his pregnant
not-a-terrorist wife,

it will cost them...

$100,000...

American.

- Are you fucking kidding me?

- No, rude brown Yankee.

I do not kid.

- Thank you.

- If we send this one,

he may never come back.

This one has heart.

He will come back
for his brother.

- What the fuck does that mean?

- You have till morning.

You're not back with the money,

by the time I finish
my café de olla,

I will kill all of them.

Hurry up, Ezekiel.

- Yeah.

- Shit went south
with the pickup.

State police were
waiting for us.

Holding the Afghani
and Angel hostage.

They want 100,000 by morning.

- Jesus.

- Do you know how
to reach Cole?

- Only Angel's got the number.

- Fuck.

I can put together
some of the cash.

I just don't know where
I'm gonna get the rest.

- Where you at now?

- About, uh, a half hour
from the border.

- Okay, stay there, I got
to make a call.

I'll tell you where to meet.

- Everything okay, Coco?

- Handle this shit, Chucky.

- Where's Coco off to

in such a hurry?

- I don't know, Obispo.

He got a call, seemed upset.

I'm worried about
our Johnny "Coco" Cruz.

- Why is that?

- I think he's going through
a crisis.

I saw him yesterday
at the Olympic Diner.

He was arguing with a woman
and he chased after her.

- What woman?

- Young. Latina.

- Was this her?

- I don't know. Maybe.

I was just driving by

and singing.

I like to sing when I drive.

No particular genre.

- What time yesterday, Manos?

- Afternoon.

I was picking up the copper
contracts at El Centro.

- All right.
Thanks.

- Yesterday afternoon.

- When he said he was
watching Alice's place.

See where he's going.

- We all good, Primo?

- Yeah, yeah.
Just yard stuff.

- I'll stay in touch
with Devante.

Try to keep Galindo's
head in the game.

Let me know what
happens here, huh?

- I will.

- Safe trip.

- Fucking hate this.

- Beer.

- The hell you doing here?

- Passing through.

- You don't pass through
El Centro.

You drive around.

- The mill said you'd be here,
having lunch.

- Yeah.

What do you want, Felipe?

- Saw your boy yesterday.

Made me think

maybe we should catch up.

- Got nothing to say
about my boy.

- Didn't tell me
about your grandkids.

- It was a simple pick-up.

Just take the guy
through the tunnels.

- The state police, they can be
more brutal than the cartel.

Even if you were to
find the money,

they'd just take it
and still kill everyone.

- If we don't try something,
that'll happen for sure.

- This buyer is for real.

We got to make this deal work.

- Fuck the buyer.

Angel is there because of you.

He needs your help.

What do we have to do
to get that?

Do I slit my throat?

Throw acid on his face?

- Don't you dare
to compare this.

- He's my fucking brother.

I'll do whatever I have to do.

- The heroin.

We can use that instead
of the cash, I mean,

they're dirty cops, right?

They could unload it
on the streets.

- I know this heroin gets you
the money you need.

But you need Angel more.

Please.

- Go find Pablo.

Oh, shit.

- You looking for Vicki?
- Nah.

- Hey, Gilly.

What's going on?
- Not much.

Didn't know you were
gonna be here.

Just come and get the cripple.

- You crawl here?

- Nah.

I'm gonna clean up real quick.

Maybe get me a quick blowy.

- Where's his ride?

- I don't know.

- I hear you're
being discharged.

- Yes.

Discharged usually requires

opening the door.

- One minute.

Please.

Do you know the...

Mexican fairytale,
The Forbidden Room?

La Camara Prohibida?

- Really?

You want to share
a fairytale?

- I'm not the enemy, Emily.

I think sometimes you see me

as the man behind the curtain,

pulling strings.

I assure you

every decision I make,

every word of advice I give,

is in the best interest
of this family.

Your input about the rebels...

was very smart.

And very effective.

But you have to understand

that if you want to be
a part of that,

you can't pick and choose
what you like.

You accept all of it

or you walk away from it.

Anything else

will undermine what
Miguel has to do.

- I know my husband
can be ruthless.

I saw that side of him
before we were married.

But he has a brilliant mind

and a compassionate
heart, and...

those traits have always
balanced out

the familial instincts.

Kept him even.
He knew who he was

in both worlds.

- And that...

has shifted?
- Yes.

Since Cristobal was taken...

that balance is gone.

Miguel swings between
volatile rage,

wanting revenge, and then...

he crashes.

Becomes inconsolable.

He may put on that rey del
cartel mask for his men,

but I see what's happening.

His markers have all
been moved.

So right now it doesn't matter

if I accept or walk away
from anything.

My husband is lost, Devante.

And I don't know what to say.

Or how to help.

- You're bold, Emily.

Truth is,

sometimes a little too
bold for my comfort.

But that's my problem.

Miguel loves that side of you.

And I understand why.

I know how...

brutally painful this
has been for you.

But you need to talk to him.

Tell him everything.

Secrets kill love.

Trust me on that.

John only had it half-right.

The truth doesn't set you free.

The ugly truth does.

Miguel...

cannot be the man
he needs to be

without you.

Let us know when you're
ready to leave.

Vamos.

- Are these your friend's?

- No. They're mine.

- And this?

- Your payment.
- It's almost 100% pure.

Could step on it
a half-dozen times.

It's over 100K on the street.

- And if you are drug lords,

then where's the cash?

- We found the heroin.

- Yeah?

- Hey, I followed Coco
to the warehouse.

I walked the tunnels...

I'm not sure which
exit he took.

You want me to wait here?

- Uh, no.

Come on back.
- He's back.

- Welcome home, Creep.

- Thanks, brother.

Where's Coco?

- No idea.

- Their heroin is pure.

I will accept it as payment.

- However, you,

I take with me.

- Fuck that.
You got paid.

- Aha.

- Hey, hey!
- Stop it!

If you don't keep your word,

you'll suffer the consequences.

We'll show you
what suffering is.

- I'm sorry.
This went bad.

Thank you.

- Don't do this again.

- She doesn't want me
to do that again.

- So don't.

- We made it, man.

- And look at you.

Get them to the truck.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

- Thank you so much.

- So much.
- You saved us.

- Damn.

We didn't know any of that shit
went down in Sonora.

- I know.

Glad it all worked out.

- I can get you 50K.

For each of those keys.

- That's...that's great,
man. Thank you.

- You treat us good,

we'll treat you better.

You treat us bad...

We'll treat you worse.

I'll be in touch.

- You think I can get
my dick in her mouth?

- Jesus.

- You really need help, man.

- Come on, like you guys

weren't thinking
the same thing?

- You in need of high-end
scrap, mayor?

What is it?

- Had a meeting
with Galindo today.

The border property.

He said that if I didn't amend
the zoning restrictions,

fudge the PA shit...

- He threatened to hurt you?

- No, he said he would
take the project

out of the county.

Santo Padre would get nothing.

All the shit that I've done,

all the rules that I bent
to make this happen...

- Give it a minute.

Galindo's dealing with
a family thing.

He might be overreacting
to shit.

- What the fuck does
that mean?

- His son was kidnapped
last week.

The rebels.

He's unglued.

- Jesus Christ.

- I'm sorry you keep catching
the heat of this.

- What happens if
Galindo's kid is...

Shit.

If this guy comes unhinged...

- I know.

Hey.

I'll let you know
how it plays out.

Hey.

I got you, Antonia.

- Jefe.

- Where you boys been?

- Ah, just bullshitting.

Stuff at the house.

- You left in a hurry, Coco.

- Yeah, my girl, her pipe
broke out of place.

Had to bail her out.

- She can't swim?

- Keep Coco close.

Angel, too.

- Hey.

- I'm sorry.

The guy with the freaky hands
let me in.

I... I just thought it best
I wait inside.

- Yeah, of course.

How'd you get here?

- Franky.

He's waiting for me
around the corner.

I know I shouldn't...

be here, I...

- No, it's...
- I just...

I can't shake this
feeling, EZ.

- What's going on?

- When you went inside...

Shut me out...

The abortion...

I did it out of spite.

- No, Em.

Yeah, I was an idiot.

You had to take care
of yourself.

- I did it to hurt you.

I used it to hurt you.

Cristobal being taken,

I can't help but feel...

it is my fault,
it is my punishment

for what I did to you.
For what I...

- It's not your fault.

God, it's not on you.

- I don't know who I am
anymore, I don't...

- I'm here.

Em...

I have to tell you something.

- Shit.

Sorry.

- Franky's waiting,
so I should...

I should go.

- Emily!

- What are you doing?
- She came to me.

- Even worse.
- She's all fucked up, Angel.

- That's not your worry.

- And that's not your call!

- When we finish this thing
with Adelita,

you can go tear up all
the high school pussy you want.

But until then, seeing her?

It's a bad fucking idea.

Don't do it.

- Sorry, Mom.
- Sorry.

- I was a fat little fucker.

- I hear you...

About Emily.

I got your back, Angel,

no matter what.

- I know.

I got you too, hermanito.

I gotta call Adelita.

Let her know we got a buyer.

- You and Adelita.

- Nothing.

We're just business partners.

- What are you doing here?

- I visited your old man today.

- My...why?

- I wanted to feel closer...

to family.

My real name
is Ignacio Cortina.

I was an inspector.

División Antidrogas Federales.

Late '70s, early '80s.

My partner and I...

We did some...

very bad things

for some very bad people.

- Jesus.

- I've done everything
in my power...

To keep myself and my family
from that life.

Please don't make me
become that man again.

Don't fuck with my family.

Or I'll ruin you.

And everything you love.

- What are you talking about?

Hey, Felipe!

Fuck.

- Where have you been?

- Had to clear my head.

Took an Uber.

- You're smoking a lot.

Where did you go?

- I just needed to be
alone for a while.

- Alone with EZ.

I know he came to
the hospital this morning.

- Just for a minute.

He heard what happened.
It was nothing.

- Please don't get into
strangers' cars.

We don't Uber.

- Why don't you just
make a list

of what I can and can't do?

- I need to know where you are

so I can keep you safe.

- As safe as you kept
Cristobal?

Why couldn't you keep
our son safe?

- He was with his mother.

I thought he was safe.
I was wrong.

You let them take my son.

- Take that back.

- The truth can't be
taken back.

You gonna beat me, Jefe?

Like your daddy used to
beat Dita?

- Don't.
- Or what?

You gonna cave my head in
with a baseball bat?

Am I Galindo's little puta?