Last season on "Mayans M.C."...
He ever talk to you about Mom or any of that?
Mom! Mom!
Drop it! Drop it!
Hold it right there!
Get down on your knees!
You killed a cop, and it was a gift.
What I signed up for was fitting you into Galindo.
The day the DEA has enough to move on that cartel
is the day that I walk away.
You lied to me!
My own baby brother fucking betrayed me!
My real name is Ignacio Cortina.
My partner and I, we did some very bad things.
With some very bad people.
Pop.
The U.S. Attorney's Office
coerced me into the same type of deal
they made my father sign nearly ten years ago.
Here's the deal: we reinstate balance.
We'll also supply manpower and weapons
to crush Los Olvidados.
What the U.S. and Mexican authorities don't know
is that someone else offered me a deal.
Please sit.
My organization is no longer at odds with Los Olvidados.
Galindo will continue doing business with them,
keep it looking real.
And Sam Crow can supply the cartel.
Through us. Feds'll have no idea.
Primo, need to talk to you.
Galindo and I discussed a lot of things
on the way back last night.
Marcus...
Thank you.
I come here with an opportunity.
You help with this, and you will be free and clear.
We'll do whatever this thing for Potter is,
put it behind us.
You tell Bishop you're done,
hand in your cut, and you leave.
- Fre-- - Oh, no!
Execute command 9-2-9.
- That's it? - That's it.
- My brother talked to you. - Yeah.
Your brother asked me to sponsor him.
Said the family shit was fucking with both of you.
We had a deal, and you're gonna fucking do it.
No. This shit, this shit I've earned.
Drop it! Drop it!
Lighten up, Boy Scout.
Ain't no fun if it can't kill you.
Dadme las mochilas.
Ahí están los juegos.
Angel, no!
EZ?
Let's go.
- How was the trip? - It was good.
Good.
Hey.
These are the last of them.
Contractor just walked me through it.
Jesus.
Why so many change orders?
We didn't know how much of the plumbing was destroyed.
Fire ruined all of it. Had to be gutted.
All new copper.
Like a phoenix.
Creating a mythical bird probably be cheaper.
I'll get these to the business office.
Are you late?
More than likely.
Mexico?
Not sure.
Can you let me know, please?
Yes.
You'll check on Mom?
Tengo noticias del Departamento de Justicia.
Los mercenarios tienen la información.
Who took the bad shots?
Three white dudes, same block,
State Prison Tucson, only one affiliated.
We pulled the product.
It was stepped on a lot: fentanyl, speed.
Whatever killed those junkies came from us.
80% of the heroin Galindo's pushing
from this rebel shadow place
feeding this new Arizona pipeline.
We lose it, it fucks up everything.
That can't happen.
Give us the room.
Internal shit like this,
wish Alvarez was still in this seat.
I'm sure he'd weigh in if we asked.
- It's not his problem anymore. - No, it's not.
It's ours now, so let's not fuck it up.
Tucson, Sahuarita, and Tempe, we make the drops,
see who turns blue.
- Agreed. - Agreed.
Reach out to the school.
Have the prospect do his thing.
Yeah.
- We hear from Angel? - Yeah.
They already set up the generators,
and now they're handing out supplies.
Saint's on her way.
Good.
Another village that's got a shot.
I think Angel's getting off on his own Mother Teresa thing.
Put EZ on the next Adelita relief run.
Angel will shut that down.
Angel doesn't fucking decide.
The only way these Reyes brothers work out this beef
is in each other's face.
Make 'em run together.
Yeah.
Alvarez.
I'll call Coco.
Yeah.
Let the prospect do his thing.
- He knows. - Good.
Three kings make a decision yet?
Yeah, they just finished up.
Coco.
Tell him we heard from Alvarez.
Hobart's running with the intel on the LO.
Have him pick us up, sewer hatch.
- You want me with? - No.
Need you to help Ramos and Contry set up the AZ play.
I just talked to Bishop.
He wants you and the prospect
to pick him up in the Bronco.
Cool.
You and Creep stay on the transport.
Let me know when it's in the air.
Heading there now.
Damn, haven't seen this kind of poor and wretched
since Afghanistan, bro.
Well, brother,
you've never been to Fresno.
Yeah.
- That the Saint? - Yeah.
Hey, I know I'm the real Mexican,
but on this side, it doesn't mean I do all the work.
Come on.
Yeah.
As soon as Potter's mercs kick down that door,
we follow fast, destroy any data,
find a place to plant this shit.
They gotta think they just slaughtered
a rebel command post.
Who will they be slaughtering?
Human traffickers, scumbags.
These the guys Potter hired?
Hobart's ex-Green Beret.
Most of these guys were in his unit.
Stone fuckin' killers.
Every T.O.D. is a C.O.D.
Those your guys?
Partners, M.C. from Santo Padre.
A lot of them are ex-military.
Primo.
Gentlemen.
All right, intel puts the rebel HQ
at the blue building, northeast corner, first floor.
Looks like nine, ten targets.
We'll breach the front.
The rest of you guys cover the exits.
Riz, go with.
Watch your six, huh?
Locals?
La policía knows we're here.
They'll stay clear.
We got a guy working recon
checking the high rocks for scopes or spotters.
Time to shut down Los Olvidados.
Gear up. Let's go.
Move in!
We got two runners.
Oh, shit.
Kitchen's clear.
Bedroom's clear.
Second bedroom's clear.
All clear.
Pull any tech, anything that might be intel.
- Go. - Copy.
You recognize any of 'em?
Yeah.
Looks like Pablo.
Might be Adelita's second.
There's more outside.
No one got away.
Got these off the guys we dropped.
Good work, gentlemen.
Won't get much info out of these.
Hobart, these'll help, hard drives.
Found them in the bread box.
Found some LO propaganda, bedroom dresser.
We'll let Potter know.
This might be the deathblow to your rebel problem.
This is recon. Spot a little bird.
Go.
It's Mini.
It all went down.
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- Coming in! - Come in.
Found Delgado.
- Who's this? - Our little bird.
She was watching from the rocks on a sat phone.
Gotta be a scout.
She's just a kid.
Kid with a KG-9 in her bag.
Tie her up. See what she knows.
Soldier. Remember, she's not a kid.
She's a killer.
Not many butcher shops with a classic literature section
in case I want a little Márquez with my--
my ribeye.
I know who you are.
Obviously, a meat-eater.
Of course you know who I am.
I wouldn't expect anything less
from a man with your experience.
This about my son?
Actually, it's about you, Ignacio...
And your days as an inspector in la División Antidrogas.
I have so many questions.
I--I--
I truly hope that Ezekiel gets his eidetic memory from you.
Heard from our team.
I look forward to our reminiscing.
What the hell was the kid doing here?
LO rebels have been keeping tabs on the human traffickers
waiting for the right time.
Kids are always the best scouts.
A place like this, they're fucking invisible.
They're gonna fuck her up.
Let's move.
She could tell 'em everything.
We gotta do something.
It's not that simple, Primo.
These mercs report directly to the DOJ.
It is simple.
They're gonna torture a little girl.
Sorry, brother, my guy lost his cell phone.
Mind if we take a look?
I didn't see anything, but go ahead.
You have any kids?
No phone in here, man.
Damn, how'd you miss this shit?
Y'all need to get the fuck outta here.
What?
The fuck?
Fucker.
Yay!
- How's our boy? - He's happy today.
Thank you.
Will Miguel be home for dinner tonight?
- I don't think so.
- He's been away so much lately.
The boy should have his father.
Cristobal's fine, Dita.
How you doing, my love?
What are you playing with?
No other territories are showing rebel activity?
Nothing near the riots, the farm belt strikes?
No, our satellites and drones
forced most of the cells out of the open desert.
And after today,
we've wiped out three encampments,
a dozen weapon caches, six communication hubs,
pretty much shut down the entire propaganda machine.
And what of our mother-to-be?
Other than that security camera footage
a few months ago, Adelita is still off the grid.
Guess getting knocked up has shifted her priorities.
Perhaps.
Keep Hobart on the dime for another month or so.
Let's be certain Los Olvidados are indeed olvidados.
What's wrong?
Are those real fingernails?
Yeah, it's a French tip.
It keeps me from biting them.
Oh, functional beauty.
Alas, my alpha-keratin is a bit diminished as well.
Bad habit, nail-biting.
Yep.
At least my nocturnal enuresis
is no longer a problem.
I was a bed wetter.
Glad that cleared up.
Small victories.
Killing these mercs.
How fucked are we?
Very fucked.
Fuck.
You okay, mi'jo?
Yeah.
I owe you one, Ezekiel.
Just do what I had to do, padrino.
I thought maybe you did it
'cause you didn't want to see me dead.
That too.
Good.
That makes me happy.
Four dozen.
4 times 12 is 48.
Yeah, thanks, Rain Man.
You're most welcome.
We miss you, Chucky.
Can I ask a question, Hap?
You got to talk to Chibs.
Not about the bet.
I thought Jax wanted you guys out of the gun business.
Transition's taking longer than we thought.
It's a lot at stake.
- EZ around? - No.
- Angel? - No one's here.
I'm not sure when they're back, sorry.
All right, tell EZ I need to talk to him
and stay off his cell phone.
Yeah, okay.
Who's the old man?
Felipe?
Oh, EZ and Angel's pop.
- His sons are Mayans? - Yeah.
Why?
Got a long drive ahead of us.
Let's go.
Something wrong, Hap?
- Shut up. - All right.
How did it all go?
Okay.
Table.
Hey.
The numbers don't add up differently
the more you look at them.
Just pulling some of the infrastructure costs.
Martin is bringing over
his public utility guy this afternoon.
It's just so many variables with the wildfires.
You know...
ou're allowed to enjoy this.
I'll enjoy it tomorrow after it's submitted and approved.
This was all you.
That's ridiculous.
You know, I married you for your brains, right?
It's so sexy.
Just make sure sexy is home by 4:00.
You have to take her to Dr. Cayman.
I've got Martin. You promised.
I know.
I will.
She's getting worse.
We don't know that.
You're not with her as much as I am.
I love her, Miguel,
but she makes me so fucking anxious.
We'll figure it out, querida.
Mr. Alvarez is here.
My cousin's a trooper in Alameda.
Pulled anything the state had on him.
Thank you, Franky.
You wanna give me a clue yet?
Just curiosity.
A Google search is curious.
Having me run background checks,
pull local and state records?
That's something else.
I know it's a lot,
but I wouldn't ask if this wasn't--
I know, a family thing.
Don't make me part of something I'm gonna regret, EZ.
I promise.
If it lands on you, nothing happens here.
Stay safe, dirtbag.
You too, pig.
Sorry.
- Bad time? - No.
What's going on?
Potter came by the shop last night.
Why?
Didn't say,
just made a comment on needing information.
Shit from my past.
Probably just fucking with me.
Nothing Potter does is random.
It means something.
As long as he doesn't hurt you.
You've never asked anything about what was in the lockbox.
Ignacio Cortina.
I know you saw it.
It was on you to bring up.
Yeah, I will,
when it makes sense to hear it.
Angel?
He doesn't know anything.
They reached out at all?
Not a word.
Almost eight months.
Things any better around here?
He deals with me what he has to.
Club stuff.
Club stuff give you that?
Yeah.
You wanna talk about it?
When it makes sense to hear.
You think this merc fuck-up can blow back on us?
Potter still thinks he has Galindo by the balls.
Doesn't know about our deal with the LO.
Makes no sense for the cartel to off the mercs.
So best-case scenario,
this all comes crashing down on Adelita?
It's a possibility.
How the fuck they find the kid?
Why wasn't someone watching the recon?
What the fuck was the prospect...
EZ was where I told him to be.
He saved el padrino from taking a bullet, carnal.
Course he did.
_
We're all set with the AZ chapters:
Tempe, Tucson, Sahuarita.
They'll be down this afternoon.
- Pulling the prison drops? - Yeah.
Yuma's handling it.
And the problem,
if it ends up being an internal one?
It falls on the charter.
They decide how it goes away.
Biggs,
Jonas,
and Delgado.
Dead.
Three of my best men.
And the kid was gone?
Yeah.
That's a very dangerous 12-year-old kid.
You think this shit is funny?
No, I think the child is the reason they're dead.
The rebels?
Well,
I can't imagine it was locals.
These were seasoned warriors, Mr. Potter.
Whoever did this was trained and had a plan.
You think the kid was a trap?
Split up our unit.
It's what I would have done.
Why now?
Rebels have been pushed back for months.
Hard drives you brought confirm it.
No movement in other cells.
No active recruitment.
They're dead.
And perhaps waiting to be reborn.
How far along would you say she is here?
I don't know, five months, maybe more.
Perhaps her water has broken
and el bebé is now safely swaddled in a Mexican manger.
And Mama's making up for lost time?
Or a nasty case of postpartum.
I want that bitch,
and I don't give a shit if it's on your dime or mine.
Let's facilitate the major's hate, agent.
It is the American way.
What's up?
Brother.
Good to see you, brother.
Hey, ese, you're the one with the memory shit, right?
I guess so.
Just talked to Pop.
Potter was in the shop last night.
Maybe he wanted a good steak.
Show up like that, can't be anything good.
Then it's the old man's problem.
- That we fucking created. - No.
That you fucking created.
Hey, come on, Angel.
No.
Need anything else?
Think we're good, Chucky.
We know anything else about this beef?
Starting to feel like their fucking mother.
Man, Angel says it's old shit, family wounds.
Family or not, been going on way too fucking long.
It's bleeding all over the table.
We're back.
Under the building inspection,
but, actually, I've added it as an extra fee already.
Okay.
Excuse me.
We should leave soon.
No, I'm not taking you today, Dita.
Why not?
Sorry. I'll be right back.
Miguel, he's taking you to Dr. Cayman,
and he should be here any minute,
so why don't you just sit down?
Why is Miguel taking me?
I'm sure he has more important things to do.
So do I.
Oh, yes, of course.
You go back to your meeting.
And I'll be in the car with Nestor.
Hope we don't miss the appointment.
I think I might be getting worse.
- Your call is being forwarded...
Want to tell us why the shot callers are here?
Yeah, we thought this was about
picking up guns and making a progress report.
It'll all make sense.
Weapons, gentlemen.
We've hit an ugly bump in our Arizona prison pipeline.
That's why you're all here.
And it's the reason we're here.
Tempe, Sahuarita, and Tucson, the heroin that you sent
to your respective prison drops this morning,
my charter pulled before they got there.
The fuck for?
One of your last shipments was cut so deep,
three inmates OD'd.
I don't have to tell you what that does to our business.
It can't happen again.
You putting this shit on one of us?
No, carnal, we just need
to take that possibility off the table.
Get the prospect.
Yeah.
Charter ID's in a different place.
- Tucson. - This is bullshit.
If this stays clear, it's pure.
It turns blue, it's been cut.
Shit.
What the fuck?
You do the pickup from the airdrop?
You think it was me?
You're the only one who was alone with the package.
This is crazy.
Is it?
Answer him.
There's stupid,
and there's really fuckin' stupid.
Sorry, brothers.
We had no idea.
We know that.
You'll handle the problem.
Yeah.
Do it before you leave.
I'm gonna head out, if it's cool.
Sit down.
This shit with you and Angel,
haven't pressed it.
Knew it was blood.
Figured it would correct itself.
It hasn't.
Your patch vote is coming up.
Judging by the vibe I get,
we don't have a unanimous table.
Angel said he'd vote no.
He don't say shit.
Neither do you.
That's the problem.
It's gone on too long.
I don't care how you do it. Work it the fuck out now.
Yeah.
Okay.
Listen, I am so sorry about today.
Where were you?
There were some complications,
the rebels.
I was on the other side.
You were with Adelita.
- Yes. - This whole time?
Alvarez and me.
You should get some sleep.
You look exhausted.
Yeah, I am.
Okay.
Has she told you who the father is yet?
Adelita.
No.
I don't think she's told anyone.
- Mom! - All right, come on.
Mom! Angel!
Boys.
No dessert if you're fighting, okay?
- What are you doing here? - We have to talk, Angel.
There's nothing to talk about.
Yeah, there is.
What, your, um, sponsor sent you here?
Worried his golden boy didn't get the votes he needs?
I don't give a fuck about the vote.
Well, if this is about Pop, man, then stay out of it.
It's none of your fucking business.
It's not about Pop.
- It's about Mom. - What?
I know who killed her.
*CREDITS*