Dad's dead. Mom is dead.
I'm in charge now.
Do you know if she's working today?
Sara?
Take the baby, Scott!
My boy.
- Paul! - Do what I can't. Free yourself.
Stop! Don't hurt him!
Dad!
Made some room for you in the closet.
Meeting the family is a big step.
This is Kody.
I can already tell she's too good for you.
Let's go, let's go, let's go!
Please don't go.
This is Maggie.
Hope you guys like red velvet.
Wow, you're a grandma.
I love being a grandparent.
Holding your baby's baby is beautiful.
I think I'm gonna leave.
I'm going to tell the police.
It's Angel.
No!
What the fuck did you do?
I know who I am now.
Santi, hurry up!
You don't want to be late for school.
Okay, honey. Buckle yourself in.
I-I'm not here to kill you, Marcus.
I'd say that's off the table.
If you don't mind,
I'd prefer not to have a gun in my face.
I'd prefer not to have a dead man sitting outside my house.
Look, I've come with an offer.
The answer's no.
I don't work for you.
I don't work for anyone anymore.
But you work for your family.
Yeah, we all work for our families.
I brought you into mine.
I trusted you.
You abandoned me.
You owe me to at least hear me out.
For your club.
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The other night...
I told you.
I don't want to know.
If we're gonna do this,
I need you to know what you're getting into.
I ain't scared of whatever it is you think I should be scared of.
You know what a death rattle is?
That last sound that people,
animals make when they're dying?
That's all I've been for seven years.
Nothing can touch me, EZ.
I'm a fucking ghost.
You know where to find death
In her dark mansion
Tell her to lift my body and soul together
To a place where I won't be remembered
Neither in this world nor in heaven.
What is that?
Rosalía de Castro.
That sounds beautiful.
To just disappear.
Not be remembered.
Who's here?
Stay here.
You guys only ride American, right?
Shit. Must be expensive, though.
Everything has a price.
You were always good with words.
Clever.
Although...
some of the fellas, they thought that you thought
that you were better than them.
Better than the rest of us.
I never felt that.
I always felt like you and I were truly brothers.
I always had your back, man.
Yes, you fucking did.
And I love you for it.
Anybody else inside?
Just the dog.
Hmm.
So, some of those, uh, brothers, who you made feel small,
when you left like that, they checked up.
Sent kites from Chino to Corcoran.
Nobody saw you.
Not even at High Desert.
Yeah, I kept my head down.
Kept your head down.
Yeah, you said that.
You see, now, I don't have your, uh...
your intellect.
Some kid doing 25 to life
gets escorted out of prison by the Feds...
and is now a member of a motorcycle club...
What would they say, you think,
if they knew they had an informant in their house?
Say that again.
What you just said, say it again.
Fuck, man.
I didn't want to come like this.
I'm just in a bad way.
What the fuck are you talking about?
Suze...
The way she looks at me.
I try, man.
I don't want my girls growing up
thinking their dad's a fucking bum.
You put me to work.
For you, for the club.
I need to make some money, man. I don't care what it is.
If the price is right, I'll do it.
You want a favor.
You thought it'd be a good idea to come over here
and fucking threaten me?
I don't give a fuck about that shit,
about whatever deal you made.
I needed to get your attention.
Now, I'm not looking to blow shit up for you,
but I will.
I'm desperate, brother.
I was a fucking king inside, man.
And now...
You said it yourself,
everything's got a price.
You want me to keep my mouth shut, this is mine.
I ain't looking for a handout. I'll work for it.
But I expect to be hearing from you.
Or they'll be hearing from me.
That...
sounds like a problem.
He needs a name.
What?
The baby.
He needs a name.
What about...
Angel?
- Ezekiel? - Uh...
What about...
Felipe?
Hell nah.
No way I'm-a let him grow up with all that... stuff.
He needs his own name.
How about Maverick?
- M-Maver... Maverick? - Maverick. Yes.
He can grow up to be a badass fighter pilot.
Angel.
Angel. Angel!
What about Christopher?
No.
Sorry, Jacob had an accident.
- I can do the... - I got it.
You know how to make a bed, little man?
I'm-a teach you how to make it military style.
Grab that side.
Pull it towards you.
You always want it a little bit longer on the presented side.
There we go. Good.
All right, come on.
You're gonna make a 45-degree angle,
sharp and crisp.
Nice and straight.
There you go.
All right, now hold it right here.
Just hold it. Good.
Tuck in the excess.
All right, you try the other side.
Mommy's gonna be with you next week, okay?
In a new, magical place.
Will Daddy be there?
Hey, all right, punk.
Hmm? Want to go wash up for lunch? Yeah?
- I love you. - I love you, too.
I'll call you, um, when I get to the motel.
First thing tomorrow morning,
you take the passports, you take the money.
Just stay tonight, just-just-just come with us.
Look, I'll just... I'll be a few days behind you.
- Em... - I have to make sure
- Okay? And as soon as I'm s... - I can't do this.
I can't, I can't, I can't do it.
Erin. Erin.
Oh, God, Erin.
You-you...
You... are the most annoying,
but also the toughest person I know.
- Mm-hmm. - And for our entire lives,
when I haven't wanted to strangle you...
I wanted to be as fearless as you.
You can do this.
You're really annoying, too.
I know I am.
Dude, what the fuck?
Is that smart?
It helps me to personalize.
It's careless and dangerous.
You being here is fucking careless and dangerous.
- What if he was here? - You haven't checked in
in over two weeks, Kate.
Can I just put some fucking pants on first?
Thank you.
I don't want a repeat of Nashville.
I'm good.
- Everything's good. - Good.
Great.
Then you won't mind.
- Are you fucking serious? - Are you, Kate?
Is your head in this?
We're checking the cameras.
From now on, we're gonna have eyes in here as well.
What about my fucking privacy?
Has there been any mention of San Bernardino?
Everything is in the reports.
I'm afraid not everything.
Look, I am making real progress here, okay?
- I've made contact with other members.
And I need more time.
We don't have more time.
Everything is getting too explosive.
San Bernardino. UC Davis. Nevada.
It's just that I...
Uh, he's finally starting to trust me.
I'm ga-I'm gaining his trust, and we are connecting
- and it's good. It's... - Kate.
- I'm good, man. I'm fucking... - Kate, look at me.
Your career is at stake.
You begged me to put you back in the field.
Maybe you're not ready. Maybe you're still grieving.
How many times do I have to tell you
that I'm fucking good?
Push him, or I will pull you out.
And fill this.
To make room for the future,
you must let go of the past.
Whatever happened between you, Emily, Dita, Galindo...
you got to put it behind you.
¿Entiendes?
Why are you bringing that...
What the fuck?
Señora.
I wasn't aware Mr. Alvarez was bringing a guest.
Neither was I.
Let me introduce my vice president,
Ezekiel Reyes.
Ezekiel's vision led his people out of destruction
and back to the glory of Jerusalem.
I believe he was also martyred.
Bound to wild horses and ripped to pieces.
Are you two familiar with each other?
Vaguely.
We share someone in common.
Have you spoken with her?
I was going to ask you the same.
I hope there won't be an issue with this business arrangement.
With all due respect, señora,
I'm not exactly clear what business we're here to discuss.
I'm aware the roots of your partnership with my brother
have grown rotten, which has caused an issue for us both.
Supply stalled.
Demand heightened. We're here,
with the help of Mr. Galindo,
to build a bridge between our two seemingly disparate islands.
Now, this deal, Marcus,
would not only benefit you and the Mayans,
but it would completely change the landscape
of how our business is conducted.
It would challenge the belief
that brutality and profit need to coexist.
I've seen the consequences, Marcus,
of needless violence
and loss.
But...
now I believe I've found the right partner
to lead us all to a more peaceful future.
There's just one thing.
Due to temporary issues of liquidity,
I'm going to need you to take three times
the original agreement with my brother
and to start immediately.
You have this quantity?
I've assured Soledad the Mayans will be able to handle the load.
Miguel will serve as my appointed liaison
north of the border.
I trust you two can work together
to facilitate this new arrangement.
Yet the deal is between Marcus and I.
We have a long working history.
Marcus?
I owe you, carnal.
I came here today out of respect to you,
out of respect to our gracious host.
But this is a decision that's gonna take some thought.
The clock is ticking, Mr. Alvarez.
If you can't see your way to doing business with me,
I'm sure someone will.
And if they are your enemy,
well then, you will become mine.
If I may ask, your brother,
where does he stand in all this?
My brother will be handled.
What's beautiful is the... the untouched clay, the...
the infinite potential, from Hemingway or Himmler,
from Basquiat to Bundy. Huh?
Give me my child.
Or will you just be like the rest of us?
Eking out an otherwise disappointing existence
of quiet despair.
Aw.
You better rest up, little baby.
The tiresome world of grown-ups awaits.
The ever-swinging pendulum of tit for tat.
You're it.
Get out!
Is he sleeping through the night? Hmm?
My boy still has nightmares
from when a certain filthy bitch witch
locked him in the closet with his terrified mother,
both thinking they were going to die there.
I won't do it, whatever it is you want.
Could've been worse, I suppose.
Have you heard the, uh, bizarre story
of the overworked federal agent,
and her, heretofore, incredibly boring husband?
One Sunday morning,
French toast on the gridle,
he comes after her with a bloody knife.
Well, soon to be.
I mean, undoubtedly provoked by her foul, lying mouth,
but still, the rage required to thrust the knife
into her flesh again and again. Mm.
Luckily, trained as she was,
she was able to retrieve her gun
and shoot Mr. Dullsville in his pea brain.
And that should've been the end of story, right?
But, inexplicably,
she turns the gun on herself,
ending her own, I suppose, unfulfilled existence.
We can only be thankful that those two didn't have children.
Right?
Although... and-and this is super curious...
several neighbors reported seeing the couple
with an infant.
I won't do it.
But there were no adoption
or birth records to substantiate.
There was no trace of a baby ever even being there.
Do you hear me?
Let's just hope, for someone's sake,
they don't reopen the case with a more critical eye, hmm?
I won't do it!
You will, dearest mother of orphans.
You know why?!
Because...
there is nothing... and I do mean nothing...
we won't do for our children.
Is there?
Hey.
Thanks for coming.
You want to come inside?
Hey.
Hey. Come here, come here.
I hate you so fucking much.
I know.
What do you want, Angel?
Why'd you ask me here?
I need you to hear that I know...
I know I fucked it all up.
I'm so fucking sorry you had to go through that.
I'm sorry I couldn't be there for you.
It's my fault. It...
You know, I just think I was just terrified of having him.
- I just... - It's nobody's fault.
It just...
happened.
That's what I'm working really hard to believe.
Like...
I don't know if you wanted me to be here
- to make you feel better, but... - No. No.
- I just can't. - No. No.
I just wanted you to know I'm really fucking sorry,
and I'm-I'm a piece of shit, I know this.
Yeah, well, I didn't have to drive all the way down here
to find that out.
And you're not.
Do you know that?
You've got a beautiful heart.
And that's why I fell in love with you.
And one day...
the rest of you is gonna catch up to that heart.
It just...
makes me sad that I won't be there to see it.
I'm so fucking sorry.
Me, too.
You gonna be all right?
I don't know.
Yeah, me either.
But I'm gonna fucking try.
Me, too.
Hey!
Hey.
Uh, Maggie, right?
I didn't see you.
About the other night...
I just wanted to say that I'm sorry.
I didn't know about your loss.
But it doesn't change the fact that you're still an asshole.
I'm sorry?
I didn't want to come to that dinner.
I stupidly let Izzy talk me into it
because she spoke so highly of you,
but you were a sucker punch.
Punching down on a woman who had the nerve to show up
thinking she might have a nice evening with friends
and meet a decent guy for once.
And I know you just saw me inside there.
I only came out after you
because I thought it was important for you to know
that you suck.
Anything else you want to get off your chest?
My cake was delicious.
I bet it was.
Listen, I got somewhere I got to be right now, but...
maybe later, if you're not busy
playing mah-jongg or knitting doilies
or whatever grandma business you got going on...
maybe we can grab a drink.
I don't drink.
Of course you don't.
You want to see me tonight?
Honestly, lady, I don't really give a fuck.
Okay, then.
Your loss.
Yeah.
I want to see you tonight.
It'll be on my playing field.
Fuck, we're not going to church, are we?
And risk the embarrassment of my date bursting into flames?
Nah.
Are you ready?
Today,
as you may or may not know,
me and EZ travelled south to meet with Galindo.
Galindo's alive?
He is.
He and the sister of El Banquero wanted to meet about
reopening the pipeline.
Which would put Santo Padre back on top.
Back in charge of the pipeline
and able to build the coffers needed to sustain the war.
No one could touch us,
Sons or the other charters.
We'd be too powerful.
Fuck yeah.
What do we got to do?
What's the next step?
I'm gonna say no.
Díaz and I started this club 40 years ago,
in the name of brotherhood.
But now, all I see is greed.
This chiva is poison.
And our involvement with it all these years
has poisoned the soul of this club.
Karmic payback for the families destroyed.
Padrino,
without the heroin, we'll have no footing.
Anyone can move on us at any time.
This war with Sons, with everything...
Enough blood has been shed on both sides.
This war needs to stop.
Need to return to the way it was.
Fuck how it was.
They killed one of ours.
We should fucking kill all of theirs.
- Fuck yeah. - Bishop's right.
Sons started this war.
We need the power to finish it.
After San Bernardino,
we got them right where we want them.
Oh, yeah.
This is not the time to change course.
It's time to step back
from what's been bringing this club down.
Sometimes, you got to make tough decisions.
This decision is a mistake.
- I agree with Bishop and EZ. - So do I.
This matter's closed.
- No more room for discussion. - Padrino.
If I can...
I've always been proud to call you all my brothers.
But this...
These walls no longer feel like home.
Maybe there's been...
too much damage.
I've...
I'm still a Mayan.
I'll always be a Mayan.
But Santo Padre is not my home.
What are you saying, carnal?
With your permission, Padrino,
I'm asking to go nomad.
What the fuck?
So, you're just gonna abandon us?
You think you can just run now?
Run from everything you've done?
You think that's fucking fair?
It's time for me to go.
I'm not wanted here.
- Says who? - Says fucking me.
You want to leave?
Get the fuck out.
Hey, yo, EZ...
If you're not with us, you're against us.
I don't want any brother next to me who doesn't want to be.
What do you think Coco would give
to sit in that chair right now?
You just want to throw it away?
I've always respected you, EZ.
I don't give a fuck.
You want out?
As far as I'm concerned, you're fucking out.
Padrino.
It's your say.
No one else's.
You've been a good brother, Taza,
and I hope you find what it is you're looking for.
So be it.
Hope?
How was your guys' day today?
Quiet.
Yours?
The same.
Angel, I've been thinking.
Maverick.
- Yeah? - I looked up what it means.
A calf who hasn't been branded.
Let's keep him that way.
Let's.
Nice. Nice.
Are you ready?
Strike.
Beat that.
Whoa.
Please leave a message after the tone.
No.
No, no, no!
What are you doing?
It's my fault.
Angel was born sweet.
Like his mother.
But you...
are my reflection.
You're the weight of my sins.
The awful things that I've done.
Gabby...
How could you have done that?
She loved you.
I love my brother.
And if I'm a monster,
then I'll be one to protect the things I love.
Something you couldn't do.
Something you've never been able to do.
Show him to me.
Show me, Ignacio.
Let me see him.
That's what I thought.
- Oh, my God. - That's good, right?
Yeah.
Where'd you learn to cook like this?
Prison.
So, you take corn chips,
cheese puffs and a Slim Jim,
and you got yourself a tamale.
Ramen noodle, peanut butter and hot sauce.
Pad Thai.
Shut the fuck up.
Okay, I knew a little before I went in.
When we were kids,
my mom strung out,
not coming home for days...
It kind of fell on me to feed my little brother and sister.
And not having nothing in prison...
having to learn, to be resourceful...
that's what really made me learn to cook.
Hmm.
Do you ever worry about it?
Going back in?
I mean, the way you live,
you got to think about it.
Eh, I don't know.
The way I see it,
we run half the yards anyways.
But now, with the Sons...
Them white boys need their dope, too, right?
As long as we're providing,
the Aryan's always gonna fall in line.
What's going on, Kody?
What's wrong, Kody? Talk to me.
What's wrong?
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