Previously on Mayans MC...
Maverick.
Luisa?
I can't be there anymore without her.
This has always been your home.
It'll always be his home.
What did you do to my sister?
You took my boy away from me.
And now I'm gonna take yours.
It's okay, Mrs. Galindo.
Everything's okay.
We have found some inconsistencies
in your accounting.
It would be a pity
for everything we've worked for
to end up flushed.
A trigger is being squeezed.
Which side of the barrel you want to be on?
Everything you have
begins and ends with me, motherfucker.
People who forget that suffer.
This is big, Neron.
Scary big.
Tell me.
You ain't nothing but a fucking rat.
I killed Creeper.
It was on my watch.
You're pulling away.
I'm just tired.
You're losing me.
Where is Hope? I gave you what the fuck the Mayans
were doing with the Broken Saints. Now give her back!
The men have business.
You can stay behind and braid each other's hair.
- Fucking shoot her! - Come on, Hope! We're leaving!
Go! Fucking go!
What the fuck is that?
What the fuck?
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You didn't have to do that.
Listen, I cleaned out the-the closet
with your brother's old stuff,
put it in the garage.
Now you have a cleaner closet and you have, uh,
more room in your drawers.
You may need some hangers.
You ain't got to do it all today, Pop.
Hey, little man. Let's get you changed.
You ready?
Big feet.
Okay. Stay right here.
Stay right here.
That's a good boy.
You're a good papa, Angel.
I'm proud of you.
Seems like only yesterday your mom and I were standing
right here, just like this, with you.
How do you do it?
How do you stay here with all her memories?
They're all our memories.
You were raised here.
And...
she's still with us.
Here.
She's still here.
She'll always be a hole missing in my life.
And now he'll have that, too.
How am I supposed to tell him
we weren't good enough for Luisa to stay?
You don't.
You tell him that his mother loved him
more than anything in the entire world.
A boy without a mother's love turns hard.
Don't let that happen.
Don't let him become like us.
Don't let him be us.
Oh! That was so close!
Good morning, Mrs. Galindo.
Do you want coffee?
Sure.
I wanted to thank you for the other day.
Thank me?
I'm so sorry I called you.
If you hadn't...
helped.
You, Mr. Galindo and Cristóbal...
mean everything to me.
I'm just really grateful.
It's nothing.
Any time Mr. Galindo has ever had a problem,
I'm always the one who makes it go away.
Let's go!
Move! Move!
What happened?
Made a deal with the devil. Devil came collecting.
- Who did this? - Sons came in the middle of the night.
Killed two of our sisters,
set fire to the cookhouse
with our people still inside.
Is there anything salvageable?
From the supplies we dropped off, is there anything left?
Are you blind? We've got people dead. What...
There ain't nothing here but poison in the soil
and the air and you're worried about...
I'm worried about more people that are gonna die
if I can't get the pipeline back up and running!
No, wait!
Stop.
Chip, stop!
I bought what he sold.
I put this on us.
We got enough dead here.
- Please. - What we got
are sisters we got to put in the ground
because of this motherfucker.
And you let them in.
Now look at all this.
Look at all this!
I know.
And I'll take whatever punishment you see fit.
Just...
don't kill him
and bring more trouble down on us, please.
You know what happens now,
don't you?
You get on your bike
and we don't ever see you again.
'Cause next time...
I'm pulling the trigger.
They're starting to smell, man.
They already fucking smelled.
When's he gonna let us drag them out?
You're one lucky son of a bitch.
And I don't just mean
you pulling an Anne Frank
where all these fuckers got slaughtered.
I mean the cancer finally taking Packer last night.
So now Isaac ain't gonna be thinking of nothing else.
I fucking loved Packer.
We all loved Packer, man.
Terry.
Terry, look at me for a second.
Now, tell me again
how the Mayans broke in here,
killing these bastards,
and you just got winged?
You didn't even get a shot off?
I'm not gonna lie.
It's kinda suspicious, man.
Sorry you boys weren't here.
I want them to know the pain of losing a brother.
Okay, see, now I'm out of view.
Ma'am, you're moving too fast.
Someone trying to break in is gonna be moving
much quicker than me.
We already have the cameras outside the gate.
I just... I just don't want...
The police.
What happened...
Can you move it lower?
If it's lower, the lens will be blocked
when someone opens the door.
Why does he keep fighting me on everything I'm saying?
It's okay, Mrs. Galindo.
Move it lower, like she says. Whatever she says.
Okay,
now slightly to the left.
You may be good at your job, Deputy Inspector General,
but you're a terrible deal maker.
And yet...
here we are.
No, we're here because my family's been
under the thumb of the U.S. government
since I was a child.
And I don't want to pass that stranglehold on to my son.
Well, hopefully you won't pass murder, drug trafficking
and money laundering on to him either.
I can give you everything you need on Lincoln Potter,
but I want full immunity.
Talk about a terrible deal maker.
Yet you're still here.
I could deliver his head on a fuckin' platter.
I believe in due process.
So let's dispense with the draconian speech.
If you plan on using just the resources you have,
he'll beat you.
And if he has any idea what you've been up to,
and the bastard knows everything,
then he will not only beat you,
he will crush you.
What have you got?
Something no one else does.
- I'd want... - Proof.
I can give you a taste,
but before I give you everything...
I want the deal in writing,
approved by my attorneys; full immunity.
For me and my wife.
Why does your wife need immunity?
What have the Galindos been up to?
Being forced to survive.
First card in bringing down his house.
Shit!
Oh, shit.
You okay?
All right, all right, you hurt?
- All right. - Fuck.
You've been going through a time, huh?
You don't know the half of it.
My ex was in a club.
Which MC?
I'd rather not say.
I don't know if you guys are cool with each other.
I wasn't gonna stop.
I just... I would have wanted somebody to stop for him.
Or for my sons.
They ride?
Just dirt bikes for now, thank God.
These things are fuckin' death traps, man.
Can you help?
I could try.
- Ready? - One, two, three.
You got a girlfriend?
Oh, no, no, no, no.
That was not a proposition. Trust me.
I do.
I-I feel sorry for her, because...
once you walk out that door,
we don't know if you're ever coming home.
If it's not the bike, it's the life.
No coverage.
Yeah.
But you all signed up for it.
No, you signed up for it.
We were just stupid enough to fall in love.
I'm sure someone will come by.
Yeah? You sure you're all right?
Yeah.
Okay.
Come on.
I'll give you a ride.
Thank you.
Can I tell you how many hours I've lost
trying to open one of those fucking things?
- Here. - Thank you.
Probably a better alternative anyway.
You know, save the world. All that.
Maybe you can help me with what I need.
I'm trying to eat cleaner.
See that one?
- This one? - It's gonna be bitter.
See this one?
How the leaves are tied together?
And when you squeeze it...
Did it just squeak?
Okay.
I guess there's a whole art to this.
You'll get the hang of it.
Your accent.
You speak really good English...
for someone who's only been in the States
for a couple of years.
How'd you know?
The case.
I remember it.
Yeah, it was...
a grisly triple murder
down in Coatzacoalcos.
The star witness disappearing right after her testimony.
Deputy Assistant Inspector General.
What, may I ask, brings you to Oceanside?
What are the chances?
Why don't you two go on home,
and I will finish up here.
Go ahead. It's fine.
That's a lovely woman.
What in the fuck are you doing,
you naive, stunted bitch?
You think this is a fucking game?
- Back off, Potter. - Hmm?
It's too late for that.
You, Deputy, have made it personal.
No.
Greater than personal.
So you admit it. That's your wife and kid.
You think I'm here to take away your family?
I'm here to take away everything,
because I know what you've done.
I know about all the bodies under your watch, yeah.
The storm is coming, Potter.
I'm here to put you in prison for the rest of your life.
You think you're untouchable?
I got you, you motherfucker.
They squeal when you squeeze 'em.
Your ex.
He's...
He's gone.
I'm sorry.
You remind me of him a little.
Maybe it's the kutte.
Or, uh,
maybe it's the detachment.
You know, how you're here, but you're kind of, like,
somewhere else completely.
I never had a goddamn clue what was going through his mind.
I feel like...
Like there's, like, this snow between me and everyone else.
Like a gray veil.
I can see the world, I just can't touch it.
Sorry, I must have a concussion or something. I...
I don't know why I told you that.
That's trauma,
what you're describing.
I've been through my fair share of shrinks.
I'm coming from a recovery center right now.
I've been clean almost a decade.
But sometimes you gotta get proactive
before you fuck up again.
The stakes are too high now.
Got too many people to disappoint.
Men get to be kids your whole lives, man.
Just beating your chest and throwing tantrums.
While us women have to clean up the messes.
We don't get to fuck up.
Nine years later I'm still cleaning up my ex's mess.
You got kids?
No.
Well, that's good.
Keep the damage to yourself.
Man, my boys drive me crazy.
Sometimes I think I just need five minutes to myself,
and then...
I get freaked out.
I need to get back to my kids.
I don't even want to be away from them.
They're all I need.
It's right in front of you that you're missing.
- Thank you. - Mm-hmm.
They're gonna give me a ride back to my bike,
- then tow it to Santo Padre. - Good.
I'm gonna get back to my babies.
Thank you for stopping.
It was fun.
Just like going back in time.
You go home and push through that veil, okay?
See her, and let her see you.
Angel?
Anyone home?
I trust you're satisfied.
You've got yourself a deal, Mr. Galindo.
You and your lawyers will need to come down
to our offices to make an official statement.
But we are going to want every single detail.
Every body, every dollar. Everything
that you have done under his watch.
I'll be there.
I will be there.
Louie!
What the fuck am I doing here?
Because you have, quote, "Upon regular occasion,
"presented falsehoods, stolen government property,
"proven to be erratic, sloppy,
and worst of all, emotionally unstable."
Unquote.
After recent turn of events,
I'm a bit in need of a victory.
Since a, uh, a fly once set free
has flown into the ointment,
I started digging for an enemy of said enemy
who might be a friend.
I found a botched ATF operation
with a fallen agent in the middle of it.
I'm not one to gossip, but your former superior
doesn't like you very much.
Yeah, well, fuck that bitch.
That was, ironically, her exact words.
What the fuck kind of game is this?
Get him!
I get woken out of bed by some lackeys,
and dragged to a park in La Jolla,
meet with some weirdo with a dog bite fetish.
I don't gotta put up with this shit.
Fuck it, I don't work for the government anymore.
Would you like to?
You should be in prison.
You're the reason EZ Reyes is out murdering people
and not rotting in a fucking cage.
Do you know how many deaths you're responsible for
by letting him out?
How many bodies does it take to dam a levy
constantly on the verge of breaking?
That's how many.
You, uh... You should go home. Take a shower.
Maybe brush your teeth.
Who the fuck are you to tell me what to do?
I'm the last hope, Katie.
You're an addict... sex, drugs, who knows what else...
who lost a badge.
Your compulsions costing the United States government
millions of dollars
in a years-long investigation.
However,
I believe that your compulsions
were just, were just untargeted.
It's time
to take yourself out of the crosshairs, Katie,
and put the Mayans dead fucking center.
I need your help.
A storm's coming, and I need bodies for the levy.
On one condition.
I want EZ Reyes to die.
Okay.
Hey.
I'm sorry.
I know I've been slipping away,
but I'm here now.
I love you, Sofía.
I love you so fucking much it hurts.
Everything's crashing down around me.
But it's okay because I have you.
You have me.
Forever.
Good night, mijo.
Whoa, that was fast.
Varelas usually takes forever.
Hey, man, did they have...
Angel...
That was rude.
We don't want you, old man.
We've come for your son.
Isaac. Isaac, he's not here, man.
Okay, we gotta fuckin' go.
- Someone's here. - It's a fuckin' kid!
Fuck!
Everything's gonna be okay.
- Hey, hey! - Hey, hey, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
- I need my boy! - Calm down. Hey, man, calm down.
- Listen... - Hey, my father and son are in there.
- I need you to calm down, sir. - My son.
- Listen to me. Listen to me! - Let me up!
- Hey, calm down. - Let me up! Let me up!
I ain't letting you through until you calm down.
- Let me see my... - That's fine.
- My boy. My boy. My boy. - All right.
- My boy. My... - Calm down.
Let go.
Hey. Ah, buddy, come here.
Come here. Hey, come here.
Oh, my boy.
My boy. My boy.
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