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ANNOUNCER: FX presents Mayans.

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

- I talked to Devante Cano this morning.

He gave me this.

- We'll keep our eyes open.

- But for now only the eyes in this room

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

- He got a call, seemed upset.

I saw him yesterday-- Olympic Diner.

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

- Just drive.

- Leticia!

- We did some very bad things

for some very bad people.

Don't fuck with my family,

or I'll ruin you and everything you love.

- He came through.

- Why does Adelita need all this cash?

- Next phase of the plan.

- I just get a little piece at a time.

- Don't do this again.

- Hey.

Quit drooling on the fucking money.

- My bad.

- Adelita's picture's gotta be everywhere.

She stays on the border.

It's just a matter of time.

- She won't get caught. She's smart.

- If she doesn't tell you anything,

how do you know she's smart?

The money?

- Yeah.

The mercs gave us half now.

Half when they unload the 6 keys.

We need to talk.

Alone.

- Inside.

What is it?

- Look...

I get it.

You got a hundred suppliers depending on you.

But I'm in this up to my fucking eyeballs,

and my own guys are starting to doubt me.

And what we're doing here...

if you don't trust me by now, Adelita,

you never will.

And then we're fucked.

I need to know everything.

Soup and nuts.

It's a saying.

I need to know the plan.

For Galindo, the heroin.

I got in this to protect my MC. I can't do that in the dark.

- My real name...

is Luisa Espina.

And there are not hundreds of people

depending on me.

There are thousands.

Sit.

I'll tell you everything.

*

- * Mother of exiles

* The torch of hope

* In the toss of the tempest

* Threw us medicine's rope

* But the brazen giant

* Within the stride

* 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

*

*

- Just heard from Taza and Riz.

Made it to Vegas.

Chinese have their product.

- About time.

How many guys did Galindo throw on it?

- He matched us, four to four.

Taza said there were no bumps.

- Hey.

A moment, sweetheart?

What's your hit on that?

Splitting protection with Galindo?

- Well, if we can make it work, it's smart.

Keeps the protection money coming in.

Galindo shares half the risk.

We don't take the hit if shit goes sideways.

- He knows.

- Good.

We'll keep Angel and Coco close a couple more weeks,

prove to Alvarez there's no fucking mole at our table.

Put all that noise to bed.

- I'll take Coco with me.

Gotta bid on that copper pool in Brawley.

- Benny's getting a lot of heat

from the families of our missing militia.

Gonna go reassure her that the, uh,

redneck closets are skeleton-free.

- Yeah.

Just tell them they joined a mariachi band

and moved to Mexico.

- Forever.

- Stay close, mi amor.

- Don't worry.

I'm off the clock.

- Breakfast of champions.

- We are the champions...

are we not?

- I had some vacation days.

Took my wife and kids to her sister's house up north.

Tried to trim the shrubs on the back porch...

Trimmers...

How the fuck do you sharpen those blades?

Maybe you don't.

- I'm gonna go put on some coffee.

- Would you really hurt my wife and kids?

- I don't underestimate any man's capacity

for despicable acts.

- Kinda hoping for, like, a yes or no.

Something a little simpler.

- Then you're fucked.

- Wow.

- Yeah.

I don't think there would be any legal issue

if we pulled out of the Santo Padre deal.

County might ask us to cover some admin expenses.

But looking through all of these...

Peña had to bend a lot of rules

to push this deal through.

If we burn her on this,

can't she make life difficult...

for other interests?

- She won't.

She can't risk losing more of our business.

I employ nearly 20% of Santo Padre.

Good morning, my love.

- Morning.

Permiso.

Bueno?

She hates that I'm doing this.

- She doesn't understand.

In her day, wives weren't lawyers.

They just...

- They just... took care of the children.

- Dos.

- There's someone here to see you.

Says she's family.

- 'Kay.

- Hey.

You okay?

- Not really.

Who are you?

- This is Leti.

She's my kid.

- Bishop and Hank. Looking for you.

- Give me a minute.

It's a long, fucked up story.

- Can't wait to hear it.

- Jefe.

- We got business, hermano.

I'll fill you in on the way.

Okay.

- You're with me, Slick.

I need you on that copper bid in Brawley.

- I mean, Taza knows copper way better than I do.

- Yeah, well, he's in Vegas, so, uh,

you'll do.

- He's got a yard shift.

- All right.

Watch her, boy scout.

You make sure she doesn't go anywhere, huh?

- Yeah, of course.

- Coco had some club business.

He'll be back in a couple hours.

You can wait here-- - I can't wait.

He just left? - Had no choice.

Bullshit. - Hey, hey.

Where you going?

- She seems troubled.

- I'll keep that in mind, Chucky.

Hey!

Hold on. Your dad wants you to stick around.

- Shit, that sounds weird.

He's only been my dad for, like, a week.

- I've only known him for a week.

- Oh.

What's your name?

- EZ. Ezekiel.

- Mm. Like from the Bible.

- And other places.

What's going on, Leti?

Shit.

Who did this?

Fuck!

Who the fuck is that?

- Albert.

- Doesn't really paint the whole picture for me.

- He gave me a ride.

He seemed nice. We hung out a few days.

Last night we partied, and he fell asleep.

I was just taking 10 bucks to get something to eat.

- He thought you were rolling him.

- Okay.

- In his truck.

Rest stop off of 98.

Nobody saw anything.

- Celia's.

My grandmother.

- Get in.

And put your shirt on.

We gotta clean shit up.

Start with the truck.

Get rid of any trace of you.

Then put Albert back

and make it look like someone tried to jack him.

- That makes sense.

You're really smart.

- Yet, I'm here.

- You can fuck me if you want.

- I'm just trying to help you.

I don't want anything from you.

- Thanks.

You should probably be at your shop.

- I called my weekend guy.

He's got it covered.

- That stuff you showed me, the...

birth certificates and the pictures.

- It's real.

- '76 through '84.

- Jesus.

How'd you get out?

- Same way I survived.

Blood and money.

The woman I loved was pregnant with our first son.

- Angel.

Sorry for showing up like this.

I've, uh...

been on a bit of a run.

- I can see that.

- Threatening your family was a fucked up thing to do.

- Yeah.

For both of us.

- EZ was just a kid.

Made a stupid mistake.

Making this deal was the right thing to do.

I knew there'd be risks.

Always are.

But the pieces fit.

Get him close to the action,

his memory for detail--

in a year or two, we'd have a fucking book on Galindo.

- Then why are you unraveling it?

- Not me.

My sack is getting pressed by the U.S. Attorneys.

They need something to leverage against Galindo

and they need it now.

Why...

is above my pay grade.

I don't know how high up it goes.

- EZ isn't gonna press Emily.

He wasn't bluffing.

He'll face a yard of shivs

before he'd risk hurting her again.

- And if that happens, neither one of us

is gonna be able to protect him.

- Got a call from our kid

inside the rebel camp. Gave us their new location.

So we need to move now, before they ghost again.

- Yeah. They're getting bold.

They're in the industrial quarter

on the edge of downtown. - That's so close.

- We just got a call on the service line.

She wants to talk to you.

She says her name is Adelita.

- Prep the money.

- I want to have my son in my arms.

You hit that location.

Slaughter every fucking one of them.

- Come, Dita.

- Truck's around the corner.

Past those rigs.

- How'd you get him in the trunk?

- It was dark. I...

backed up the car, pushed him out of the cab.

I'm stronger than I look.

- Shit!

Hey, Mom? Pop?

Mom!

Mom? Help!

- Help!

- I'm here.

- It's the big silver one.

Keys are inside.

- Okay.

Get back to the car.

I'll check it out, then bring it around.

We'll do the rest after dark. - Okay.

- Hey.

That ain't your truck, Jose.

- I'm just taking it to Albert. I'm a friend.

- Why don't you get out of the truck, friend?

Tell me who the fuck you are.

- Well, apparently I'm Jose.

- Fuck off.

- Aah!

- What the fuck is it with you and screwdrivers?

- I didn't kill him.

- Sorry if I don't see that as a win.

- Shouldn't let them kick the shit out of you.

- I know you did it to help me.

- Whatever.

- I'm with Coco's kid.

It's not good.

Where's Coco? - Still with Hank.

- Meet me at the pit. - All right.

I'll meet you there.

- Her prints are in that truck?

- Yeah. Mine too, now.

Doubt the two half-brains who jumped me

are gonna be a problem.

Not the kind of guys who want cops asking questions.

- We gotta get rid of him and that truck.

- Yeah.

Park the car at the warehouse for now.

Wait till dark to make this shit go away.

She okay?

- I think so.

You mind taking her?

I need a break.

- Yeah. I'll drop her off at the yard...

Come back and get you.

- Oh, shit.

- Oh, shit.

- Tags current on Grandma's car?

- I don't think that's why he's getting pulled over.

- She stole the fucking car from Grandma.

P.D.'s looking for a felon.

- Of course she did.

Fuck.

- Dispatch, this is

requesting backup on a stolen--

Hey, hey!

- My bad.

*

*

- I love you.

- I love you too.

- Be back soon. - Okay.

Bueno.

*

*

- How you feeling, Boy Scout?

- Little wet. Little tired.

Sorry about how this all went down.

- It's okay, man.

I see that you did it for me.

My family.

I wouldn't expect that from anyone,

the table or otherwise.

Thank you, EZ.

- Yeah, no worries.

Can I ask you something?

Why'd she just find out that you're her dad?

- I never knew you had another kid.

- I don't know.

Shame, I guess.

Pride.

See, my family tree, it's like...

it's like this invasive, blood-sucking weed

that drains the life out of every fucking thing it touches.

Gotta keep it away from the things I love.

- She's inside.

- Come on, let's get a drink.

- I'll be there in a minute.

- Proud of you.

- A kitten can be overwhelmed

by all the new stimuli of spring,

but gradually, it follows the lead of--

- She's in the bathroom.

- Yeah.

Hey, Chucky, I-I'm...

I'm not sure what you heard or...

what you know about her...

- She's family.

- Yeah, she is.

You know, the club doesn't need to know

about any of this right now.

We gotta sort some shit out.

- 'Course.

Family's important.

And I would like that someday.

Family shit.

To sort out.

I enjoy you, Coco.

- Give us a minute.

- The minute

and all the precious minutes that follow

belong to you...

and yours.

- I don't know.

Won him in a card game.

I'm not kidding.

Sit.

- I'm sorry I fucked things up.

- Ah...

Shit got a little out of control.

But I guess that's on me.

You know, I got two other kids.

Two different moms, and...

there's a reason why I'm not in their lives.

It's better for everyone.

You see everything I did,

no matter how fucked up it was...

I did it 'cause I thought it was the best thing for you.

Man, maybe it's some bullshit, I don't know.

I'm sorry, Leticia.

- I don't need you to be my dad.

When--when I knew we were moving back here, I...

I was just excited to know I had a brother.

I'm tired of having no one. Ha.

- I'll make you a deal, all right?

Whatever this is, you know...

father, brother...

friend...

we'll do it different.

No more lying.

No secrets.

And no more fucking porn.

- Okay.

- Come on.

Help me clean shit up.

- Yeah.

- Thanks.

- Gonna wash up.

- Not gonna happen.

Go.

- Don't know.

- Chucky.

You know who Coco had in the car?

- Yeah.

They just pulled out. He had a girl with him.

- I'm all right, man.

Just, uh...

Family is so important, Bispo.

Just trying to make a connection here.

And be part of...

- Okay.

- But I can only do that

if I honor the trust that others put in me.

- Coco trusting you with something?

- The girl.

Was it the same girl

you saw him with at the diner?

You get her name?

Was it Adelita?

- I don't know.

- Lying to us would be very bad, Chucky.

- I can't hold lies.

There's not enough room.

All I know is, this girl...

she's very important to Coco.

- Hmm.

- Shit.

- Espina.

Pedro the Thorn.

- I don't know.

Don't know if he wanted to get out.

- My father. Schoolteacher.

Same as your old man.

Yeah.

Before he blew everything up.

- Yeah.

The drink.

- I guess.

Angry Ben.

Pushed all good shit away that got near him.

Family...

career.

I thought I could change all that.

Star athlete, scholarships.

Law school.

Federal agent.

- That's not how it works, son.

Your wins shine a light on his losses.

- Yeah.

That happen with you? And EZ?

He was the golden boy.

- Gonna make us something to eat.

- Cristo...

- Left, please. - Thanks.

- To the left, sir. - Thank you.

- Go ahead.

- He has him.

He has him!

- All right.

- Nestor.

- Follow me, please, sir.

- Follow me.

- This way.

- Maybe it's because he has the baby?

- Perhaps.

- Have a seat, Mr. Galindo.

I'm a dual citizen.

My son is a U.S. citizen.

- Yeah, we know.

Please, sit.

- I need you to hand me the baby, sir.

- I understand this is inconvenient,

but we need to check that baby.

Weapons, or...

- Give us the blanket.

- Sorry.

- Yeah, yeah, pronto, pronto.

- Wait, that's not my...

- Yeah, I need you to test something.

Mm-hmm.

- I want to call my lawyer. - I'm sure you do.

Take Mr. Galindo's son. Find him something to wear.

A warm blanket.

- No, wait. - Mr. Galindo.

Don't make this worse than it is.

- Adelita.

- Andres.

- Aah--

- He's in the Templo with Hank.

Why?

- I was in the bathroom.

Front office.

Heard Bishop and Hank grilling Chucky about Coco.

Asking him about Leti.

And if her name's Adelita.

- Bishop thinks Coco's the fucking mole.

- Shit.

That's why he's been separating us.

*

- Beautiful fucking night.

- Yeah, it is.

- * I hear something hanging on the wind *

* I see black smoke up around the bend *

* I got my ticket and I'm going to go *

*

* Home

*

* The leaves have changed a time or two *

* Since the last time the train came through *

* I've got my ticket and I'm going to go *

*

* Home

*

* Home

* I want to go home

*

* My father's father's blood is on the tracks *

* A sweet refrain drifts in from the past *

* I've got my ticket and I'm going to go *

* Home

*

* The winding roads that led me here *

* Burn like coal and dry like tears *

* So here's my hope, my tired soul *

* And here's my ticket, I want to go *

* Home

- I'll lock it up.

*

Night, Chucky.

- Buenos noches. Sleep well, amigo.

- Lovely night for a walk.

- Yeah.

- Hola, el catito.

Hola.

Ven aqui, ven aqui.

Aw...

Tell me, my wise, felinous friend.

You roam behind those rusty gates.

What unspeakable truths lie twisted amongst the scrap?

Hmm?

Hmm. Hmm.