Center. Right.
One, two, three.
Otro día.
You didn't fucking deserve him.
None of you did.
You didn't fucking deserve him!
You killed him!
And I'll never forgive you.
I'll never forgive you.
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Hi, beautiful.
I brought you these.
Wanna smell 'em?
What are you doing here?
Well, you know that green light you were begging for?
Wow.
What a fuckin' shit show that turned into, huh?
I'm sorry, man, but...
And now it brought back that fucking demon
that we all thought was dead out in the desert.
I didn't know.
-Shh. Shh. -All right?
-I didn't know. -Shh.
Don't strain, you poor thing.
They taking care of you here?
What are they doing to you? Is somebody shaving you?
Can you breathe okay?
Hey.
Just a little asphyxiation play, sweetheart.
Don't you dare kink shame me and my bruiser.
Shh. Go on, go on, go on.
You should have seen your face, man.
"Aah..."
I gotta tell you, it's been forever since I choked somebody.
That felt really good.
You couldn't just say "fuck you," huh?
Is it true?
What?
Is he back?
Yes, Virginia,
there is a devil.
Oh... and fuck you.
You home?
Yeah.
Oh, hey.
How you doing, little man? Huh?
You love your bottle, yeah. Get your bottle.
Come here. Come here. Yeah.
-Yes. -Angel, you're gonna get him wet.
I'm not gonna get him wet. Come here.
Yeah.
My boy.
Are you good?
Yeah?
He won't sleep.
That's okay. Come on.
Coco's funeral...
...was it bad?
Yeah.
But you're good.
Oh, yeah, you're good.
You're good, aren't you, boy?
Copy that.
Just confirmed it.
Yeah.
What's up?
Yuma, Stockton, Oakland.
They left here to go meet without us.
-It's non-sanctioned. -Without us?
Yeah. Apparently, they thought
we weren't gonna find out about it.
Ranchside Café, off the 52.
So...
what are we gonna do?
Fuck 'em.
Fuck every motherfucking one of 'em.
Oh, shit.
What's up, bro?
You're late.
-I got held up. -Let's make one thing clear.
After this, we're square. You got that?
Yeah, bro, I appreciate it. I truly do.
There's 80 grand in there.
When we finish, it's yours.
Jesus, 80 grand?
What's the job?
I need help tying up a loose end.
Whatever you need, you know I got you, bro.
I hope so.
So what's the loose end?
You.
Ezekiel...
Open the bag.
Open it.
There's one bullet in there.
You pull that trigger,
your family gets all that money.
I pull this one...
you got nothing coming.
You want me to fucking...
Do it...
and they'll be taken care of.
I know you're not serious, man.
You want me to go out like a fucking punk?
I'm giving you the power to go out like a king.
Or be put down like a dog.
I fuckin' made you, man.
You did.
They would have killed you, and I brought you in.
You were a little boy.
A little scared-ass,
pussy-ass little boy!
And I made you a fucking man!
That's why I'm giving you the choice.
You know I was never gonna say nothing.
I can't take that chance.
The club needs me.
Suze, the girls.
You've met them.
My girls, bro.
They won't remember me.
They'll never know me.
This is gonna weigh on you.
This is gonna weigh on your soul.
It won't.
Fuck it.
Don't do it.
Think about your family.
Fuck you. I ain't no punk.
Can I get you guys anything else?
What else you got?
I believe that that is a menu
sitting right in front of you.
How about something off-menu?
Uh, miss, I'm sorry for my friend.
He's illiterate. Don't pay him any attention.
I'd say that's the least of his worries.
Vicky, he'll have the banana cream pie.
Yeah? Cool?
Thank you.
I don't even want the banana cream pie.
What the fuck is wrong with you, man?
- I wanted her to get... - Enough!
It's fucking suspicious.
Look, man, Canche was family, right?
-Fucking family. -Yeah, Manny.
But I know the Reyes brothers, man.
I don't think they're capable of doing this...
They shot Ramos in the face.
You have no idea what they're capable of.
Santo Padre had it out for Canche.
And your fucking Reyes brothers were the last motherfuckers
to see him alive.
Why else would they split us up
for the Berdoo hit?
Divide and fucking conquer.
-What did Diaz say? -He finds it "curious."
Thank you, darling.
What about Downer?
What's he say, man? He was there.
Downer can't see past his own dick.
I'm just saying
if any one of us would have been there,
Canche'd be with us right now,
and this kid would still have his pops.
Fuck that. We got to fucking do something.
Fuck. Yeah, maybe you're right.
Maybe something's up.
-Now you're talking. -Where's that bitch
with my banana cream pie?
Ah, fuck!
Oh, shit!
-Don't move! -Get your fucking hands up!
I don't have the same taste for it anymore.
You know, the war, the blood.
If it don't make your dick hard, you probably shouldn't fuck it.
Just sayin'.
It's one thing if it's done for the greater good.
San Bernardino was for the greater good.
We're just gonna have to agree to fucking disagree on that one.
You're the one that called us out, ese.
And for what? Handling business on your turf?
What are you fucking talking about?
The two Stockton Mayans Santo Padre took out in Berdoo.
Fuck, go ahead and kill each other.
No one cares about that. This here--
this here is about Montez.
-Montez? -Yeah.
Some chick, she came to us with his kutte.
Found him dead on Mayan property.
I know nothing about that.
-I liked Montez. -I was slightly impartial,
but still, I didn't want to see him dead in a fuckin' barrel.
-One of my guys? -I don't know. You tell me.
But that's why we're doing this right here right now.
What's happened to this life, Tig?
-Yeah. -Seems like nobody has a code anymore.
-Back in the old days, we... -Are just that: old.
I guess I'm just feeling my age.
Getting old doesn't fare well in this world.
I've been thinking about Esai a lot lately, you know.
Don't, man.
No good will come of it.
-You ever think about... -No.
That's because you got justice. Took out Pope.
I haven't got mines. I mean, He'll have His say in it.
And I'll be paying the price, but I will get mines.
Come on, man.
Esai put you in a tough spot.
I put him in a tough spot, bringing him into this life.
I want to do it better this time around, you know?
For Tessa.
Me and Izzy adopted a boy.
Ah.
Making different choices.
Better choices.
I don't think you're becoming an old man.
I think you're becoming a good man.
That definitely doesn't fare well in our world.
-I found me a good woman, Tig. -I prefer 'em bad.
Sexy and bad.
I know how you prefer them.
Hey, no.
What we do-- it can get ugly.
But it's what we do. Right?
People sign up for fodder,
I say feed 'em to the fuckin' cannon.
Our day's gonna come soon enough, you and me, bro.
Just like Doc's.
Just like Packer.
Packer, crazy bugger. Still hanging in.
Death itself can't even kill that motherfucker.
Yeah, they don't make 'em like that anymore.
All right, I'm gonna take this back to Chibby.
Um, there's something you should know.
Packer's baby brother, he's back.
-That fucker's still alive? -Alas.
I thought he'd at least be out bad,
all that fucked-up shit he did.
Packer looked out for him, bro.
I mean, he's blinded by his own family ties.
You know about that.
I'm not lying to you when I tell you this.
That kid-- he's got it out for the Mayans.
All that hate inside of him, it's not healthy.
If the Sons don't land on peace...
next time we see each other,
it ain't gonna be on equal ground.
I'm getting hard just at the thought of it, brother.
Crazy.
Ride safe, you sick fuck.
Always.
I'm not wired.
I told you,
I got nothing to fuckin' say to you.
Let me protect you, Neron.
Protect me?
You fuckin' killed me.
You know what the club would do if they knew?
What they would do to me?!
What is your name?
I'll bet it's not even Kody, is it?
It's Katie.
Everything you fucking said is a fucking lie.
I have never lied to you.
It's just complicated.
Fuck this.
We have you.
Fuck you!
You ain't got fuckin' shit!
"Shot point blank by these
Samoan motherfuckers."
You were shot in a carjacking.
Box truck, burned and abandoned on Route 111.
An incident that later resulted in nine homicides
in Nunez Cemetery,
and the disappearance of Afa Lefiti.
Wait, what'd you call it?
A gift from a brother. Right?
Hideaway motel in Stockton.
Same night Tommy Gaeta was shot to death.
-Your abdomen... -Okay, stop.
-Shot... -Shut up!
We have your whole charter.
The disappearance of Victoria Ariza.
The murders of Alice and Dennis Reed.
Joseph "Flaco" Nuñez and Steven "Chepe" Ramirez,
shot dead driving through San Bernardino.
Thomas "Doc" Harper, murdered.
Eric Curry, from Boston, his nude, murdered body
left at a motel in Fresno.
You want me to keep going? 'Cause there's a lot.
All with your club's fingerprints on it.
There's a way out, Neron.
I'm not a fucking rat.
It's a well-known secret in law enforcement
that Santo Padre was infiltrated.
So one of the brothers you're trying to protect
is a rat.
-Shut the fuck up. Who? -I don't know.
But what it means is you're already late to the table.
So please, let me help you.
Why?
Look, I have...
I am severely fuckin' compromised,
but I have thought a lot about it and...
...there is a clear path through this for us.
You go in, you proffer.
You give us information.
You walk.
We don't want an individual, we want the club.
Why me?
Because when you said it the other night,
I feel it.
I feel it, too.
No.
Why'd you come after me?
Obispo Losa's too unhinged.
Che Romero, too old.
Hank Loza, too bound to the one-percenter code.
Lopez, with his military background, you know,
we just couldn't be too sure.
Johnny Cruz, an unreliable junkie.
And the Reyes brothers, uh...
we knew we couldn't flip them on each other, so...
...then there was you.
Isolated.
Vulnerable.
You were identified as the softest target.
But, Neron...
...there's a way out.
Hope?
What the fuck do you want?
I, um...
I didn't get to talk to you after the service.
You know, you left so quick.
Just came by to tell you that I'm sorry about
your bro... uh, your dad.
I-I really loved Coco, you know?
Sucks to see everything that he went through.
Especially now, you know, when he's getting his shit together.
-I mean, he got his... -What do you want, Louie?
Do you... do you know I have a daughter?
Really?
Are you gonna put her in porn, too?
She's not gonna grow up to be no whor...
It's just that...
if something happened to me,
I'd want her to know that...
...that I loved her,
the way that Coco loved you.
Yeah.
Even when he was stealing my shit
to give it to you for drugs?
I-I mean, that right there shows how bad the dope got him, right?
That he hurt you.
He was proud of you.
He'd want you to have that.
What the fuck is that?
That's, uh, Coco's Nova.
Why is it green?
No. It's, uh, chartreuse.
It's fucking ugly-ass puke green.
Well, it's your ugly-ass puke green car now.
-What? -He gave it to me
'cause of a debt that he owed, and, um...
I don't know, I just...
I don't feel right holding on to it anymore, so...
Uh... take care, Letty.
Louie.
Yeah?
Thank you.
Don't mention it.
Don't be scared.
I'm not getting you a sidecar. Trust me, you'll see.
You'll see, you're just-- you're alive.
You're free.
It's the greatest feeling in the world.
Okay. Yeah, okay.
It's the second greatest feeling in the world.
Hey, I got to go.
I'm gonna pick you up, all right?
You're gonna love it. All right.
Everything good?
I had a meeting this morning,
-in Los Angeles. -L.A.?
Halfway between here and Charming.
Met with an old friend about putting an end to this war.
And Coco?
We've lost too many Cocos on both sides.
There's one Coco.
One side.
And those motherfuckers shot him down.
Yeah, and we hit them back hard, didn't we?
When will enough be enough for you?
When we've run them off this fucking earth.
I thought you were smart, EZ.
-They outnumber us three to one. -Good.
More of them to kill.
And one more reason we need that heroin.
Padrino,
we got to make that deal with El Banquero's...
I'm tired of fighting you on this.
You already know my position on that.
This charter was set up
as the cartel's ally on the border.
How are you gonna deny
the very thing you birthed us to be?
Fuck Miguel Galindo.
I got no love for that guy, but we need that deal.
Remember your promise to his father?
I've been living for ghosts too fucking long.
It's time I cut them loose.
It'll kill this charter.
It'll kill the club.
No.
It'll keep you all from dying.
And haunting me as well.
Go see who that is, yeah?
You got company.
Mm.
What the fuck do you want?
I want Alvarez out.
You got some balls coming to me.
I need you.
We need you.
Back on top.
"Say hello to Mommy and Daddy."
Now...
shall we begin
the future?
What the hell?
I've been trying you.
Okay, so where are you? Did you make it?
It's time to come home.
For us to be a family again.
Miguel...
Where are you?
How do you have this phone?
Say hi to Mommy.
Hi, Mommy.
Hey, sweetie. Hey.
So, where are you?
Are you okay?
Baby, can you hear me?
Cristóbal, can you hear me?
It's over, Em.
I forgive you.
What did you do to my sister?
Miguel, talk to me.
Come home, amor.
Come home.
Miguel?
-You are so pretty. -Fuck you!
Whoa. Why so angry?
Did you just realize?
Huh?
The hours have stopped, huh?
You're down to a minute or two now.
How many days, months, years have you wasted?
You had one shot, one life.
And it's gonna end kneeling in cow shit.
It's over.
But yet, so is the pain.
Well, except one more flash.
One more awful, horrifying burst into nothingness.
That's the poetry.
You came into this world screaming, cold,
slick with your mother's blood,
and now you're gonna leave screaming, hot,
wet with Daddy's gasoline.
Bella, my baby girl, I love you.
You're the best thing that ever happened to me. I'm so sorry.
I'm gonna see you again.
-If there's an afterlife... -There's not.
...I'm going to find you, and I'm gonna kill you.
For making my baby girl cry.
No, she'll adapt.
Then she'll be strong.
Your memory just a raised scar
for curious boys to trace with their fingers.
This moment...
a whispered anecdote.
"This is my trauma.
"Love me, please.
Please love me."
Oh, man.
- Motherfucker. - Oh, man.
This is gonna make her so interesting.
No, no. No. No! No!
Fuck.
Do you want to die?
Fuck you, motherfucker!
Do you want to die?
No.
Then you get to be my little Judas wolf.
You go back to your den and you warn them:
the fire is coming.
Yeah.
Come on.
Here, let me help you.
-It's been a while. -No stress.
Do you want me to do it?
Oh, shit. Five-O.
Be cool.
Hope, get in the car.
Get in the fucking car, Hope.
You need to come with me.
Fuck off. She don't want to go.
I'll stab your fucking throat. Stay out of this.
You think that after all this,
you're just gonna abandon me, too?
That's not fucking happening.
Coco wouldn't want you out here.
And I don't want you out here.
Are you sure?
I'm gonna go.
Home.
Y'all need to take a fucking bath.
Yo, get the fuck out of here,
with your "baby shit" green car.
It's chartreuse, bitch.
When I first met you, I knew that was it.
That never changed.
Whenever I'd look in your eyes,
no matter how crowded the room...
the world would disappear.
This was our dream.
But now, like so many other things,
it's over.
I know how lucky I was...
...to ever have known any of it, and I know...
...how much I didn't deserve any of it.
I didn't deserve you.
I can't think of anything more cruel...
...than to...
...have known heaven.
Then be dragged back into the...
Were you talking to her?
Your dead wife?
You dwell on the dead too long,
they take you with them.
I guess...
...we have that in common, you and I.
Women we love having been...
brutally murdered.
You're not gonna correct me?
Say it was suicide?
Hmm.
They ever find who killed your wife?
At least I have that.
The, uh...
...satisfaction...
...of facing the bastard who murdered my mother.
Getting to ask him why.
Why'd you do it?
How'd you wrap my wife into this?
How did you turn her against me?
Emily had nothing to do with this.
Hmm.
I did this alone.
I killed your mother.
How?
I strangled her.
Then I set her body on fire.
Why?
I can't give you a reason
that would make any sense to you.
Son, I did it.
And I'm sorry.
Thank you.
For telling me the truth.
At least a piece of it.
You see...
...there were motorcycle tracks left at the scene.
Two sets.
I believe you were there, but...
...I know your sons were, too.
You were my mother's security detail.
I heard the way you spoke about her.
I bet you couldn't do it.
I bet you they did.
See, I can't bring her back.
But I can let your sons know what it's like to be orphaned,
and let you leave this earth
knowing your sons will join you soon.
Kill me,
if that's what you want.
I owe you that.
But you can't hurt Angel and EZ.
I can.
Why would I show you mercy...
...when you didn't show any to my mother?
Why would I show mercy
to the people who set her body on fire?
-Who destroyed my family? -Because...
...they are your family.
We are your family, son.
You okay, EZ?
We need to murder these motherfuckers.
Just got off the phone with Charming.
What happened wasn't sanctioned.
They have a contingent that's gone rogue.
They came at a VP, Padrino,
- and his girl. - I'm aware of that.
Earlier today I had a sit-down with an old friend of mine,
trying to figure out how we could stop this bloodshed.
He told me some disturbing things about our own ranks.
About Santo Pad... - Who the fuck asked you to go?
Who the fuck asked for peace?
Yo, let him talk, bro.
I'm tired of fucking talk.
Everyone wants to fucking talk,
but talk doesn't get shit done.
In my conversation with Chibs right now,
SAMCRO has agreed for peace
between Sons of Anarchy and Mayans.
You think Coco would want peace?
EZ, what do you want?
What are the conditions for their surrender?
It's a cease-fire, not a surrender.
I won't accept anything but complete surrender.
And if you will, Padrino...
...I want you out.
I call for a killswitch.
You sure you want to do this?
A killswitch is from our original bylaws.
It states that a president can be removed
by unanimous vote from the chapter.
You have two choices.
You can vote to keep Padrino
and his quest for peace,
his desire to go back and kneel...
...under the shadow of the Sons.
Or vote for the soul of our club.
Vote for war.
Is there anything you want to say, Marcus?
Everybody knows me here.
I stand by my reputation.
Have your vote.
I vote for war.
I vote war.
I love you, Padrino.
But I vote war.
Angel.
They went after your fucking brother.
War.
What about you, Hank?
We wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you, Padrino.
I wouldn't be here.
You brought me in.
Taught me everything I know.
But I vote for war.
Primo.
I hope our relationship...
is deeper than this club, primo.
I vote for war.
I've given my life to this club.
I sacrificed my legacy to save this poisoned charter.
What you call peace, like it's a dirty word,
was me fighting to keep you all safe.
I guess the only thing I couldn't protect you from...
was yourselves.
I built this club!
And I'm happy...
I won't be here to see it burn.
Bishop.
You were unfairly stripped.
Everyone in this templo knows the leader...
you are.
So...
I want to make you my VP.
I want you by my side...
...to help guide me
through this next difficult phase.
Now...
...to business.
The individual has been our biggest threat.
It's lone men who've brought us close to destruction.
Our strength lies in our devotion to the nation.
Our ability to sacrifice ourselves to this machine.
As a nation,
as a machine...
...we will no longer allow others to divide us.
No more Northern Cali, Southern Cali.
We are now California.
And with that warehouse full of heroin as our war chest,
the prisons will become ours.
The streets will become ours.
This is our state.
Our nation.
Our world.
You can either join us,
kneel to us,
or be crushed by us.
Know this, as your president...
...if you bleed, I will bleed by your side.
If you tire, I will carry you.
I will carry this club on my back.
I will lift us to greatness.
Tonight, a new day rises.
A new chapter begins.
Every man for himself.
And Mayans against all.
EZ!
Come here, babe.
EZ's not here.
I need to talk to him.
I just told you, he ain't here.
He was supposed to meet with my husband last night,
but he never came home.
I don't know what to tell you.
I don't need you to tell me shit.
I need EZ to tell me where Jay-Jay is!
I got to go to work.
What am I supposed to do with my girls?
I miss a shift, I get fired.
That ain't EZ's problem.
You a mother?
No.
Then you don't know what the fuck you're talking about.
I know EZ was with me last night.
So he never met up with your man.
Look, I need him to come home.
I need him to be okay. Something's wrong.
I can feel it.
Something's wrong.
EZ was with me.
All night.
Please.
I'm sorry.
Fuck.
What are you doing?
How much of...
...this killswitch,
Bishop, was your plan?
I'm doing for the M.C. what it can't do for itself.
You should see that warehouse, Angel.
Heroin from floor to ceiling. Millions of dollars.
And that's our future.
That's our legacy.
The deal puts us back in bed with Galindo.
Fuck Galindo, bro.
He'll get his soon.
The fuck is wrong with you, bro?
How many bodies you gonna stand on
till you realize there ain't nobody fucking left?
Man...
Ever since Gabby, I feel like...
I feel like I don't know who you are.
Remember when we were little?
Our dog Freya got hit by that car, you remember that?
You just stood there.
You didn't cry at all, you just...
I broke her neck.
She was in so much pain, I had to.
I loved her.
So, no, I didn't get to cry.
I did for her what no one else would.
That's who I am, Angel.
That's who I've always been.
I love you, Angel.
And I need you.
Sangre es sangre.
But I need to know you're all in.
If you're not down...
...if you are not on this train...
...please walk away.
Or it'll run right over you.
Is that a threat?
He's been in here an hour. He said he won't talk
unless you're in the room.
Hey, are you ready for this?
Yeah.
You did good, Katie.
I'm proud of you.
This is huge.
State your name for the record, please.
Neron Vargas.
Mr. Vargas, you're here to provide intel
on the Mayans motorcycle club, correct?
I am.
We're gonna take care of you, Neron.
I'll ask you again, Mr. Vargas.
Do you want an attorney?
The proffer process can be complicated,
and you may want someone to help you navigate.
-What we promise here to... -I'm-I'm good.
I don't need anyone.
Where should we begin?
I shot and killed nine people in Nunez Park.
And what other members of the Mayans were you with?
None.
The club had no participation or knowledge.
I killed those people myself.
I killed Dennis and Alice Reed
in Santo Padre.
I killed Tommy Gaeta in Stockton, California.
Neron.
Neron, what are you doing?
You're saying you did all this yourself?
That's right.
No one in the club was involved.
I murdered Eric Curry.
In a motel room in Fresno.
Without the knowledge
or participation of the club.
Neron, stop.
- These are my crimes. - Stop.
No one else's.
And I fully confess.
I killed Flaco and Chepe.
Please stop.
I shot them as they were driving through San Bernardino,
without the knowledge
or participation of my club.
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