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Sof�a, right?

I wasn't sure if you needed this back.

It turns out we're actually gonna need that leash back.

- Maggie, I want to see you tonight. - It'll be on my playing field.

Fuck, we're not going to church, are we?

You didn't fucking deserve him.

None of you did.

Hope, get in the car. You need to come with me.

Coco wouldn't want you out here,

and I don't want you out here.

We forgive each other's trespasses. Move forward.

Fuck your trespasses and fuck your king.

My boy. He needs a name.

Maverick.

There's a way out, Neron.

You go in, you give us information.

You walk. We don't want an individual,

- we want the club. - I shot and killed

nine people in Nu�ez Park.

These are my crimes,

and I fully confess.

What's up?

Yuma, Stockton,

Oakland, they left here to go meet without us.

Oh, shit!

Don't move.

Get your fucking hands up.

Fuck you, motherfucker!

You get to be my little Judas Wolf.

A fire is coming.

The fuck?

Miguel will serve as my appointed liaison

north of the border.

I'm going to need you to take three times

the original agreement with my brother.

You have this quantity?

I trust you two can work together

to facilitate this new arrangement.

I want Alvarez out.

I vote for "war."

Call for a kill switch.

Bishop, I want to make you my VP.

We will no longer allow others

to divide us.

We are now California,

and with that warehouse full of heroin

as our war chest,

a new chapter begins.

Oh, shit.

Stop!

Oh, shit.

No!

Oh, my God.

God, stop.

Stop! You're gonna kill him!

Somebody help me.

Somebody help him!

Oh, my God.

Oh...

Tito...

Ah...

No.

No.

You got to save it.

For what?

For war.

It's your birthday.

And you're my present.

No.

Fuck.

Is someone awake? Come on.

Mm.

How'd you sleep? You slept pretty good? Yeah.

"Get the dirty one off me, sir."

Yeah.

That's such an awful song.

Hello, sir.

Oh. That's what daddies do.

Provide.

- And mommies? - They do, you know,

the other things.

Ah, thank you.

Let Daddy hunt for his own coffee then.

Hmm?

- Hey, Angel.

What?

Got something you want to tell me?

No.

Nothing?

Good morning?

Yo, why you being so weird?

I was just wondering if

maybe there was something you wanted to say to me,

today of all days.

Uh...

Happy Wednesday?

It's Friday.

Happy birthday!

- Happy birthday, man. - Yeah, baby.

- Come on. - My man.

Yeah, brother.

Happy birthday, old man.

They're waiting for us.

Hey, P.

Uh, I know you're into reading and stuff.

Saw this.

Jess and Cielo wrapped it.

Thought the title was cool.

It's a classic.

You've read it?

Not like I should have.

Not like I will now. Thank you.

And, uh,

thanks for remembering my birthday.

Whatever.

Out of my way, man.

With Tito and Mick out, Orange County's gone.

What about the rest of the fucking charter?

Handed their kuttes in. War's taken its toll.

Mick's in a coma and,

well, Tito, it's early, but...

he won't be the same.

You know they pissed on him, right?

While Tito was having a seizure from the brain trauma,

this fucker pulled out his dick

and pissed all over his California patch.

Right in front of Tito's girl.

Fuck, I want to kill this motherfucker.

We will.

We never should've asked them to set up shop

in the middle of Sons' territory.

It was my call.

We had to battle their expansion.

Inland Empire.

We got it.

It's a solid bunch of brothers. We'll hold it down.

You're the last stand between us and them.

Inland Empire, Santo Padre,

we're the last of Southern California.

And up north?

- Oakland, Stockton? - No change.

Charming's keeping their own treaty with Diaz.

Staying out of it for now.

Both sides are hoping it'll just play out in the south.

If Charming gave a fuck about peace,

they wouldn't be having this fucking psychopath

run wild, man.

Isaac and SamDino attacking us does not hurt Charming.

Treaty or not, we will always be enemies.

So let's fucking hurt them.

You hit Charming, you killed everybody up north.

Diaz has sent

brother after brother down here to help

with this, including me.

If anything goes off up there,

Oakland and Stockton are surrounded,

undermanned, and exposed.

Like we all fucking are down here.

Fuck Diaz.

- Fuck Diaz? - Fuck Diaz.

Is that what we're doing here? Fuck me?

You got a problem with that, motherfucker, come at me.

We appreciate Diaz sharing his resources.

We appreciate

the sacrifices that you've all had to make.

So when do we see the return on all the sacrifice?

We're bleeding money.

Bleeding men.

You chose this war to be able to call yourselves California.

What about the rest of us?

Alvarez had offered peace.

We followed you up this hill instead.

So when are you gonna make sure that we

don't fucking die on it?

We get the pipeline back.

How are you gonna do that?

That bitch blames us for the fucking warehouse.

Whoever burned that heroin

effectively tried to murder everyone in this room.

When we find them, no amount of pain will be enough.

Yeah, but what about right now?

What about the brothers locked up?

Without the pipeline keeping them safe,

they're dead men walking.

We're losing this fucking thing, man.

On all sides.

Let me figure out how to get back in

with El Banquero's sister.

In the meantime, we're gonna jam up

those other motherfuckers in a big way today. We good for it?

Everything's in place.

Suicide mission.

You're not invited, so you don't got to worry about it.

Santo Padre's gonna take this one alone.

Can't always take all the glory, homie.

Fuck glory.

Bullet comes after one of my brothers,

it's got to go through me first.

- Were you there? - What?

When they pulled the trigger? Were you there?

- What the fuck are you talking about? - Huh?

- That's Ibarra's kid. - Let's go, motherfucker. Were you there?

- Get out of my face, man. - When they shot my father in the back of the head?

- Like pinchecowards! - Hey, hey, not now, bro.

Hey, you better keep your brother in check!

What the fuck you talking about, man?

You better get your affairs in check, motherfucker!

- You're on fucking notice! - Hey.

You're both on notice!

Where'd you think you were gonna go, fucker?

Fucker.

No. No.

Mama said "trucker."

See. It's an RV. It's a big truck.

Fucker.

No, baby, that's not what Mama said.

- Oh, shit. - Where the fuck are they?

How many of them?

Stay down, stay down.

Oh, shit, oh, shit.

Fuck this.

Fuck!

- Move. Move. Move. - Where the fuck they come from?!

Behind you!

Hold fire. Hold fire!

Put it down. Put it down!

On the ground. On the ground now!

- Fuck. - Go.

Get the fuck out of the truck.

Hey, get out.

Go, go.

We'll find you!

Damn it!

We'll find you!

Motherfucker.

Oh!

Chill, you're giving me anxiety.

Here's half a bar on the house.

I just, I just want what I came for.

- What? - I said

I just want what I came for.

All right.

You got the cash?

I should...

let you know that I offer a layaway program,

if you're, uh, down to barter.

Whoa, what are you doing?

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

What're you doing?

You trying to play games?

You like games, girl? Let's play.

Here's a game, motherfucker.

You good?

Okay. Yeah, yeah.

Fucking bitch!

Call my friend a fucking bitch one more time.

Hope.

Yo, Hope, Hope! Yo, where are you going?

We need to go.

What?

Dude, you're so fucking weird.

Hold up your end, motherfucker.

What the fuck do you think I'm doing?

I think your fat ass is going into cardiac distress,

and you're making me do all the work.

- And what the fuck are you doing? - It's hot.

Those are heavy. My partner's taking a break.

What the fuck, Your Majesty?

I think I pulled something back there, dawg.

Yeah, me, too. I pulled something.

If anybody ever challenges us to a footrace,

this club is doomed.

You're fucking letting Pocahontas

and Mr. Magoo run circles around you.

Hey, they're prospects. That's their fucking job.

Bottles,

go get me a beer.

Hey, prospect,

don't you dare get this lazy piece of shit a beer.

Stay right where you are.

Prospect,

I said, go get me

- a fucking beer. - So help me,

prospect, if you get this fat fuck a beer,

I will smash you.

I don't know what to do.

Who are you more scared of?

Uh...

Yo, Nestor, you want to...

That's fucked up.

Move, move, move. Move, dawg! Fuck.

Holy shit.

That ain't half of it.

Twice as much as we thought.

Leave three crates. Put the rest back on the truck.

Shit, shit, shit.

Come on.

Get this up there, come on.

All right, here we go. Let's go. Oh, shit.

- Hey! - Damn it.

Hey, what the fuck do you think you're doing?

I've been warning you, and now you've been served.

You're just gonna fucking kick us out on the street?

You're a full year behind.

I told you that we would come up with the money, okay?

I didn't know that Coco wasn't paying for the rent.

Not my problem. My family has to eat.

Oh, it's not your fucking problem? Yeah?

Well, eat this, motherfucker.

You got a week. Then I'll be back with the police.

Get the fuck off me! Get the fuck off me!

Fuck!

Fuck.

It may not look like much now, but

with the right architect and interior designer,

with these tall ceilings...

Are full of bat shit.

But once we're running as a nonprofit,

one donation will be

indistinguishable from another.

Whether legitimate or more "creative."

And what will our nonprofit peddle?

Something useful to the community.

Think of it as a carbon offset.

Reparations for the darker elements of our business.

Launder your guilt if you want,

just make sure my money gets clean, too.

Looks like your charity has already begun.

We bring you an offering.

I hope there are 40,000 kilos of heroin in there.

I understand your frustration,

but whoever burned down your warehouse

stole just as much from the Mayans.

We banked our entire future on being in business with you.

Our business resulted in the Mayans

murdering my accountant,

and then, within days, a substantial portion

of our supply went up in flame.

That is two strikes.

I promise you,

you will not survive a third.

My hope

is that, with this offering, we can repair our relationship.

You said you had something of value.

- We gave you an arsenal. - From the Cold War.

I did you a favor, and you've embarrassed me.

Fuck your embarrassment.

Who's running your heroin pipeline?

Times are changing, Ezekiel.

And you're getting left behind.

The fuck was that?

Fuck that motherfucker.

You see what that dude was carrying?

Some high-speed shit.

The military just ordered those to replace the M4.

Takes a particular motherfucker to get their hands on that.

No wonder they don't want what we got.

Where the fuck are they getting those?

Maybe the same person who's supplying the heroin pipeline.

What do we do?

We fucking find them.

What do we do about all these?

Put them back on the truck.

Fuck.

So, uh...

did he give you any problems?

- Yeah. - Nah.

It was cake.

Here's your, uh, cut from our last score.

- This is it? - Yeah, that's 20%.

That was our deal.

Fuck that! We need real money, now.

Hey, 300 bucks is nothing to sneeze at, all right?

We need 13,000.

- Dollars? - In the next week.

They're gonna kick us out of our house

if we don't come up with it by next Friday.

I got it.

I'll get the video business back up and running.

I'll book you on some shoots and...

All right, all right. I was just trying to help.

Help by getting us one big score.

Look at you, all gangster all of a sudden.

"One big score." Come on, relax.

Fuck it. Fuck it.

Let's just go back to all the people we've jacked

and let them know that this fool's the one who set them up

to take out his competition.

I bet we could crowdsource at least 13 grand

for that information.

Come on, Letty. We're friends.

We're acquaintances.

At best.

That's cold.

All right. There is one thing.

We're in.

It's hella dangerous, though.

- We won't do it. - Yes, we will.

I don't care what it is. We're doing it.

All right.

I'll make some calls.

- And actually do something. - We got to say something.

Do something. You have a VP patch -

on your fucking kutte and you do nothing.

What?

They hit our transport.

Stole what was gonna not only feed our coffers,

but also keep all of California armed.

We lost three brothers. Good men.

Hmm.

And the others?

Uh...

How many brothers

were part of the transport?

Anyone?

Five others.

Thank you, Joker.

- And where are they? - They're fucking...

lucky to be alive, man.

Hmm.

That doesn't sound like luck.

Sounds like...

a lot of effort on their part

went into still being...

alive.

- They did what they had... - No!

They were almost free, man.

Only the dead

have seen the end of war.

And now...

their suffering continues.

- Hi. - Hi.

Come on, man.

Stop pouting.

Hey. Our enemy have finally shown some life.

All the winning,

it was, you know...

It was starting to get boring, but this...

This... this is exciting.

Tonight we celebrate.

No, I said Big Boss, hold the Foster's sauce!

Onion rings and Krispy Chicken.

Double... ex... auce.

- With cheese? - What?

Ex... auce, ...eese.

Big Boss. No sauce.

Okay. Double... extra sauce,

- with cheese. - Yo, what the fuck, man?

And a hot fudge parfait.

And a hot fudge parfait.

Hot fudge parfait.

Look, sorry I fucked up, man, all right?

I mean, Letty came to me and she said

she was in a bad way and she forced me to hook her up

- with some money, and... - What the fuck are you talking about?

What are youtalking about?

We want to know who's moving product through the valley.

Oh. Oh, yeah, nah.

Like...

It's all pills, man. That's what's hot right now.

We don't care about your pill bullshit.

Nah, man. For reals, I'm telling you, pills it's where it's at.

Fuck your small-time shit. Who's running chiva?

Heroin?

There's a crew out in the Salton Sea.

But they, uh, they stay off the grid, man.

I hear they dabble in dope.

Who?

Broken Saints MC or some shit.

I... I never dealt with them.

It's just rumors you hear.

Bunch of ghosts in the desert.

Never heard of 'em.

Hey, uh,

am I good to go or...

Aw, come on, fellas, really? You didn't leave me anything?

Hey...

Really?

We're gonna ride out to the Salton Sea.

You go see Creeper.

See if he's heard anything about this crew moving dope inside.

Copy that.

And you tell him to hold on.

We got his back.

We'll figure this out, get back on top. I promise.

I'll let him know.

Hey, little buddy.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! - Hey, hey.

You shoot that fucking dog, I'm fucking shooting you.

Come here. Hey, baby. Hi.

Hey.

Who's a handsome boy?

Hey.

Fucking dogs.

Aah! Ow! Aah!

Aah!

- Get off of me! - Aah!

Oh, my fucking God.

You're trespassing.

We shoot trespassers.

- We come in peace. - You'll leave in pieces, motherfucker,

if you don't drop that condescending attitude.

You have to forgive us.

You're not exactly what we were expecting.

But looks like you were expecting someone.

You with them?

- Who? - Iron War.

- The LEO club? - Fuck Iron War.

Bunch of cops and COs playing one-percenter.

Seems like everyone wants to be one-percenter these days.

You think we're aping you, motherfucker?

Mayans, Sons.

You're fucking Walmart.

Limp-dick corporate shills working out your mommy issues.

Hot.

Hey.

We mean no disrespect.

Wondering if maybe you and I can have a conversation,

in private?

If it's not too much trouble,

maybe she could let my man go.

Hot.

We are not who you're looking for.

What we do...

- is rescuing, um... - What, dogs and horses?

And people.

And, yeah, we sling a little.

Feed's expensive.

And if humans want to numb themselves

to their own sickness...

we'll use that money to undo

some of the damage they've caused.

You got to do some bad to do some good sometimes.

What'd Iron War want from you?

A piece.

They say they control everything now

within a hundred miles of the border.

See, you and the Sons,

you're so busy measuring dicks and murdering each other,

you don't realize how badly you've fucked up the ecosystem.

Invasive species out there now trying to fill that void.

None of my business, but you paying taxes now to Iron War?

It's none of your business.

But fuck no.

They came around here.

Sister Anne made sure they left grinning.

They'll be back, you know.

I know.

And if someone really wanted to do you some damage,

some dogs and old rifles aren't gonna be enough.

Think I don't know that?

Listen, if you ever need help...

Oh.

Are you our white knight?

You're gonna come in here and save us?

Get the fuck off our property before you all end up

dead and buried in a ditch.

Keep him still.

Pops. Man... Use my phone.

I only trust things that do one thing.

They either take a picture or they make a phone call.

The hell is he talking about?

- You need to be in it. - Ah.

All the Reyes men together.

No, no, no, no. We need the mama,

the huntress, too.

There has to be a timer.

Here?

Okay. You guys ready?

Okay. Ready?

Wait, wait, don't-don't hold him by the armpits.

Here, give him to me.

He likes to be supported by the bottom.

I think we're ready.

Oh.

Sleeping?

You need to be more careful.

No.

You need to tell Angel the truth.

Secrets destroy anything good.

Trust me.

It won't be much longer.

What do you do over there?

Sit down.

This was your mother's favorite song.

You know today is EZ's birthday?

I know the day my son was born.

I know the time.

You know, now that

I'm a father...

I can't ever imagine being...

Estranged?

Yeah, I can't ever...

imagine feeling like that.

As kids grow up,

things become complicated.

Seems like only yesterday

he was laying right here, curled up.

Asleep.

Be careful. It goes by fast.

Maverick's already getting so big.

Little man feeding himself.

And he uses utensils.

He's been using it since he was nine months old.

EZ didn't start using utensils till he was over a year.

- When did I? - If I'm not mistaken,

Luisa was cutting up your meat for you tonight.

Whatever.

You know I don't like the fatty parts.

EZ made his choice.

You have to be a better father than I was,

make sure that that little boy

has the right foundation to make better ones.

Better than any of the Reyes men have ever done.

You sound like you've given up on EZ.

You haven't?

Okay. Open your eyes.

Fuck, that's a lot of candles.

You're old.

I'll never be as young as I am today.

That sounds like some shit an old person would say.

Oh, yeah?

Okay, okay.

Make a wish.

Hey. You good?

You got this, baby.

The club.

All of it. You got this.

I don't know.

I just...

Stay down.

The fuck?

Whose car is this?

Adelita's.

She's back?

When?

Hi. Hi.

You're getting out of there. You're getting out.

- Dada. - I know, I know.

You're an uncle.

Hey. Hey.

Happy birthday.

What's his name?

- Maverick. - Bullshit.

Yeah?

Maverick?

She let you name him that?

It was her idea. Kind of.

- Yo, this war... - No, no.

I can't handle you losing faith, too.

I ain't losing faith.

I just wanted you to meet your nephew.

To know that we got family now

to live for.

We ain't nothing without family.

Hi.

Hey.

You leaving?

Got someplace I got to be.

Yeah.

Me too.

Got a bunch of glasses to clean,

bunch of rude dicks asking for drinks.

Better get to it, then.

Yeah.

I better.

Hey.

Don't break your neck watching me go.

I could just stay.

I've told you,

I'm too old to half step.

And the night you stay, it'll be for good.

It'll be for good, all right.

Don't promise what you can't back up.

Let me prove it.

What we got here...

could be something...

special.

I agree.

Too special to fuck up.

And I think you and I have both fucked up

a few things in our lives.

Let's not fuck this up.

You don't got to like it.

I don't like it.

But you have to respect it.

Good night, Obispo.

Five minute warning!

I couldn't get it out.

What the fuck are you talking about?

I couldn't...

I couldn't get it out.

You need to get it the fuck out.

I got it.

Okay, folks, that's it.

Tonight's visiting hours are over.

Let's go. Visitors to the left.

Convicts on the red line.

Prisoners, move out!

Step out, along the gate.

Up next, eyes on the deck. Line 'em up.

Fucking Hank say?

We hit them other fools hard. Took down a shipment.

- Could be crippled. - Fuck the war.

- What did they say about us? - Wall!

What are they doing for us?

- They're tracking something down... - Vargas,

you got something to say to your boyfriend,

you can hold onto his pocket when I do your cavity search.

Move out.

Fucking all alone in here.

If they don't start looking out for us,

we're gonna have to start looking out for ourselves.

Man, EZ's got a plan. He's gonna take care of it.

Fuck EZ. Fuck all those motherfuckers.

Leaving us out here to dry.

Wall!

Relax, is all I'm saying.

Tell that Mayan rat Smokey says hello.

- Oh, shit, man. - Hey, man, let's go!

Code blue, code blue, we have...

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