? Were you there ?
? When they crucified ?
? My Lord? ?
? Were you there ?
? When they crucified ?
? My Lord? ?
? Oh, sometimes ?
? It causes me to ?
? Tremble... tremble ?
? Were you there ?
? When they crucified ?
? My Lord? ?
Let us pray.
That they find rest as they lie in death.
The devout are taken away.
And no one understands that the righteous
are taken to be spared from evil.
That those who walk uprightly
enter into peace.
That they find rest
as they lie in death.
In the name of the Father,
the Son, and the Holy Spirit.
Amen.
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Your father was very proud.
I'm so sorry.
Your father was a good man.
I'm sorry for your loss.
What the fuck are you doing here?
Your father...
he used to work for mine...
This is for friends and family.
And you ain't either.
You're right.
I'm not.
My condolences, just the same.
You okay?
My mom's funeral was packed.
People had to stand in the back, that...
It was pathetic.
I guess it was deserving.
Ezekiel?
I...
It's a, it's a...
it's a beautiful day, isn't it?
I mean, besides...
Go on, I'll catch up with you.
- You sure? - I'll catch up with you.
Uh, it seemed only appropriate
that I make an appearance.
Seeing that it was...
I who dotted the "i"
on Ignacio Cortez's American Dream.
I...
You hear that?
Birdsong, birdsong.
As they fly above us,
blissfully unaware of the drama below.
No matter how awful the moment
we may find ourselves in,
the world keeps spinning,
the birds keep singing.
I mean, surely you know this is all meaningless.
I mean...
We are each
meaningless.
I had hoped that would offer you some peace.
As it does for me.
We are each one tiny story
in a universe filled with
trillions upon trillions of them.
Give or take.
And no matter how much it may hurt today...
now matter how utterly
important
our-our actions may seem to us
at any given time...
we will...
eventually...
be simply forgotten.
When the, uh, end...
comes for you, Ezekiel...
know that somewhere
the birds will still sing.
Good day.
Bye now.
I need to know.
I need to know what happened to her.
What if you don't like what you find out?
It's my fault.
Jaz, it's not y...
She's my little sister.
I was supposed to look out for her.
She's my little sister.
I'm sorry.
Thanks for watching her.
How was the funeral?
I don't know.
Sad?
Right.
Sorry.
Did you ever meet him?
What's gotten into you?
My sister's dog used to do that to her when she was pregnant.
But she was a golden doodle though.
- What'd you just say? - Golden doodle.
It's, like, a golden retriever and poodle.
They're really cute.
You're right, it was the clutch lever.
She's beat to shit, but...
thanks for having them get her running.
What?
You're not gonna believe who's here.
What the fuck?
Why is this motherfucker still alive?
Tell me where Jess is.
I'll tell you what happened to your father.
They're ready.
Taza spoke to Bishop.
He wants back in.
I want to bring it to the table.
It'd mean a lot to me.
Personally.
Fuck Taza.
He wanted out, he's out.
Ain't our fault he didn't find what he was looking for.
Pipeline.
We missed last night's drop to Cole.
Word's gonna spread fast about the cookhouse.
I'll speak to Gretton tomorrow, find a new location.
Today we finish the war.
Fuck them all!
You wanna go to war?!
Fuck them!
Most people fear war.
They fear the possibility of being carried
by six of their brothers.
Or being judged by 12 of their peers.
If that's how you feel today...
Then you're a fucking coward!
Fuck yeah!
No!
Then you're smart.
War is an ugly business.
The possibility of death is real.
The possibility of prison is real.
So why do we do it?
Not out of hate.
Let our enemies act out of hate.
Hate can only get you so far.
We fight because we love.
Because we love our brothers.
Because we love our family.
Familia, familia.
And we want them to be safe.
Today...
anyone wearing a reaper is an enemy.
Yeah.
About time.
If they strip it, they can live.
If they don't...
the streets of San Bernardino will run red.
It is the end of their era.
It is the rise of ours.
They closed their chapter with a shotgun blast.
So let's ride out to war.
War! War! War!
War! War! War! War!
If you ride out into hell with me today,
I promise you peace tomorrow.
If you help me annihilate our enemies today,
I promise you laughter,
and an embrace from the brother next to you tonight.
I promise you we will celebrate tonight.
But first...
let's cry havoc.
And let slip the dogs of war!
War! War! War!
War! War! War! War!
War! War! War! War! War!
War! War! War!
War! War! War! War! War!
Let's fucking ride!
War! War! War! War!
War! War!
- Move! Move! - Hey, watch it!
Goddamn.
Fuckin' hell.
Wait, wait!
This can't be it.
I-I was right.
It's you, but...
this can't be it.
There has to be more.
Wait, wait, wait!
I'm not ready.
I'm not ready for this to be ov...
Hey.
Listen, what happened...
It doesn't mean shit.
You don't mean shit to me.
That's a lie.
You meant too much to me.
You showed me a smidge of kindness
when I was in a bad place and I...
twisted myself up in knots to thank you for it.
But that's my shit, not yours.
You're a beautiful,
sad man.
But you're also a piece of shit.
And that doesn't hold the allure it once did for me.
I got to go figure my shit out.
And, baby...
you ain't it.
What's up?
Cielo.
She's been texting around.
Asking about Jess.
And now she's stopped showing up.
Hasn't been back since she saw
what went down with Diaz and Jinx.
And that's on you.
Why me?
I didn't shoot Jess or Diaz.
What the fuck did you just say?
Nothing.
I just...
I just don't want to have to kill no chick.
Go see her.
Tonight.
Hey, yo.
You seen my brother?
I haven't seen him for a minute.
We did it, P.
We fucking did it.
Hey, P.
Need anything?
You good?
Yeah, I'm good.
There you go! There you go!
One more big push.
- Come on, breathe and push. - I can't!
Breathe and push, mama, come on, come on.
You got to do it again.
Again, come on!
Here he is.
You did it, mama.
We did it.
Where is he?
Here you go, ma'am. They'll record all the scores.
- Okay. - You're beautiful.
I'm proud of you, Iz.
Welcome, little one. Hi.
Well, you've outworked the interns and the clerks.
This new generation, it's unhealthy.
They believe in hydration
and eight hours of sleep.
Well...
let me help with the hydration.
I'm not superstitious,
but isn't it a little premature to celebrate?
Well, less a celebration and more just,
uh, Novocain before
tooth drilling.
Well, it's not gonna be my molars.
And I'm gonna be holding the drill.
Potter's definitely working on something.
Of course he is, but it's too late.
Tomorrow night,
Miguel Galindo is going to be sitting right there
with his $2,000-an-hour lawyers
in their $5,000 suits
and he is going to...
nail Potter
to the fucking cross for us.
RICO,
witness tampering,
murder,
procurement of funds,
misappropriation of public funds,
violent crimes in aid of racketeering.
We are just a hair away
from war crimes.
There's been some buzz about the Mayan motorcycle club.
Yeah, yeah, he's got his greasy
fingerprints all over them, too.
But nobody cares about a bunch of low-level dirtbags
when we've got corruption going all the way to Washington.
Have you read a newspaper in the last six months?
I don't believe anybody's read a newspaper in the last six years.
Fine, have you scrolled through your newsfeed
in the last six months?
All anybody cares about is this...
Southern California war
between the Sons of Anarchy and the Mayans.
Bodies are piling up.
And murder is a lot sexier
than "misappropriation of public funds."
If Potter somehow pulls a rabbit out of his ass...
he'll be untouchable.
Bullshit.
This is too big.
What do you think the White House would rather?
Crucify one of their own?
Or deck 'em in medals and give 'em a fucking parade?
It's not gonna be a parade.
It's gonna be a fucking funeral.
Trust me.
Now get out of here.
- I got work to do. - I'll leave the bottle.
Yo!
I see you!
I see you inside there.
Open the door!
Downer, um...
what are you doing here?
I heard you been having some car trouble.
Yeah.
Is it serious?
Um, I don't know.
Maybe it's the timing chain or something.
I can't afford to get it fixed right now.
Anyone home?
my roommate's sleeping.
I didn't know you had a roommate.
Yeah.
Helps with the rent, so...
All right, well, come on.
- I'll give you a ride. - No, i-it's okay.
We're slammed at the clubhouse.
We need you.
- I'm sure Treenie can handle it. - Hey.
What about Jess?
What?
You said "Treenie."
You didn't mention Jess.
No.
- I mean... I-I just meant... - I hear you been asking
a lot of questions about Jess.
Come on.
I'm not gonna ask again.
Fuck.
I know you're not a bad kid.
And I know you ain't gonna tell anybody anything,
but I can't turn around...
No!
No, Downer!
Please.
I'm sorry.
Didn't want to wake you.
You should've.
I'll be gone most of the day.
When you get home,
we should talk.
What's wrong?
Nothing. Nothing's wrong.
What are you all smiling about?
Nothing.
Where you going?
My brother wants to go for a ride.
You guys never do that.
Not for a long time.
But if you want to talk, I can, uh...
can meet up with him later.
We'll talk tonight.
I love you.
You're late.
I ain't the one asking for a favor.
So, uh...
want to tell me, uh, what you, uh, need this for?
To kill every motherfucker in a Mayans kutte.
Oh, hell no.
You know what they'd do to me if they found out?
I'll fucking pay you double.
No.
Triple.
- You scared of 'em? - Shit.
I ain't scared of no one, homie.
Come on. You know Dogwood hold down these streets.
Then give me the gun.
100% absolutely fucking not.
Fine.
Then I'll go find one somewhere else
and come back and fucking shoot you first.
You got anger issues, girl.
You know, you got to learn how to breathe.
You got to take it in. You got to...
They killed Coco!
They killed Hope!
- Hope's gone? - Yeah, it's their fucking fault.
As long as they have that patch,
they don't give a shit who gets hurt.
Everything that's happened leads back to them.
Your dad chose this life, all right?
I know Coco wouldn't want this for you.
Well...
he's not here to stop me, is he?
No one is.
Hey, be careful, huh?
Dad.
There's someone here to see you.
Oh, shit.
Slim pickings.
Is he healthy?
Mom?
She's a warrior.
Yeah, they all are.
We'll never be that tough.
I don't know what I was thinking.
I'm too old to start over again.
I stayed up last night doing the math.
How mu ch more longer am I gonna be around?
Junior high.
Maybe graduation.
I'll never meet his children.
Hey. You don't fucking know that.
I mean,
he could always knock up some chick when he's 13.
You're fucked up, you know that?
You think I'm doing the right thing, primo?
I think, for the first time in our lives...
I know for absolutely fucking sure that...
one of us is doing the right thing.
Go back in there.
Spend every fucking minute you can with him.
Want to meet him?
Another time.
This is your moment.
You go be with your family, yeah?
- Uh, sorry. - No, it's okay.
I have to go to San Diego after dinner tonight.
That'll be late.
Yeah.
But, uh...
I have to meet with...
an ally.
Someone willing to help with our future.
I'm gonna save us.
I promise.
It's all in motion.
The three of us.
Free.
Together.
Forever.
Will you wear that?
Tonight?
For me?
- Luis is getting the car ready. - Mm.
The fuck? Hold on.
Hey.
Can I talk to you?
Talk.
I have a message.
From Creeper.
Let's go!
Come on, come on!
This is where I'd always go to clear my head.
To be alone.
What?
Nothing.
The fuck you smirking for, then?
- You've been here before? - Bro,
I used to bring chicks here all the time.
Oh, what the fuck, bro? This is my sacred place.
You know, it still can be.
I just wouldn't run a black light over those tracks.
Oh, you're the fucking worst.
I thought you were afraid of heights.
I am.
But you know, Pop's truck only had so much space.
And girls thought this shit was special.
Girls and you, I guess.
Fucking hate you.
I'm sorry,
you know, that you didn't get to...
with Pop.
We knew where we each stood.
Luisa's gone.
She left us.
That's why they were at Pop's house.
I was staying there, they were...
they were looking for me.
I led them right there.
And now that Pops is gone...
I'm all that Maverick has.
Me.
This fuckup.
I have to go, EZ.
Where?
I don't know.
Just not here.
Not dead.
Not dead in a bar fight.
Or an alley or...
or some fucking wreck on the freeway.
I have to live.
For him.
You know, when I was locked up...
the one thing that kept me from wrapping a sheet
around my fucking neck...
it wasn't Emily, and it wasn't Mom and Pop.
It was you.
I couldn't do that to you.
I couldn't leave you.
So now you want to go and leave me.
- No, bro, that's not even... - No, I get it.
Hey, remember when I was heading up to college?
You talked to me the night before.
You were mad that I was leaving.
You said...
"You can go, but don't fuck it up."
Hey.
You can go, but don't fuck it up.
I just wanted the room to myself.
Hey.
We'll do it right.
I'll take it to the table tonight.
You did it.
You put the Mayans on top,
just like you said.
Some shit no one else could have ever done.
Not Bishop.
Not even Alvarez.
You truly are the one king.
But you're still my annoying-ass know-it-all little brother.
I still had you on that straightaway.
Bro, keep dreaming.
I wouldn't lean there.
Oh, bro, this is safe.
You remember Jenny Rojas?
You're fucking disgusting, bro.
I would like to say the suspense is killing me,
but to be honest, it's all just incredibly fucking boring.
I got a call from a friend on the force,
said that someone surrendered to the police
with a wild story that I might want to hear.
You remember our deal. Yeah?
Yes, I remember everything.
When prudent.
Hello.
Now just tell these agents what you told us.
We're all ears.
Every day I get older, he gets heavier.
One day he'll be carrying me up these stairs.
Shit. We left Mr. Owl in the car.
If he wakes up without him, uh...
Uh, yeah, look, here, you take him.
- I'll go. - Yeah?
Thank you.
For tonight.
Well...
How long before you have to go to San Diego?
I-I have a few minutes.
I'll put him to bed.
I'll be quick.
OK.
Good night, amor.
Luis?
Can you carry him upstairs for me?
Of course.
Can you not...
Oh, sorry.
Good night, baby.
I'll be up before you know it.
How the hell did you end up there?
I think he purpose...
What was that?
Huh? What?
I know you killed my sister.
One, two...
three,
four,
five.
Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
Please be okay.
Thank you.
Possible murder/suicide.
Wife says the bodyguard had recently taken
an unhealthy interest in her.
Thinks he may have become unhinged.
So, she went up to put the kid to bed.
Came down to this.
Oh, my God.
Please be okay.
It'll be okay.
You ready?
There's no turning back after this.
I know.
Hey.
I love you, EZ.
Shut up.
You boys want to get a room?
Dadda!
Yes, there he is! Go get him. Go get Dadda.
Hey.
Oh, yeah. He behave?
- Yeah. - He's the most mature,
best-behaved man on these premises.
He did shit his pants a while ago, but...
Did you find the diapers?
Yeah. In the diaper bag.
Cleaned him up.
That's what we do around here.
Clean up messes.
Okay.
Three, two, one.
Yeah. What are you...
Real maverick.
Yeah. Yeah.
So cute.
Anyone heard from him?
He hasn't answered his phone all day.
Fucker's probably still hungover.
We'll start without him.
I want to thank every one of you.
What we've accomplished...
Everyone said we couldn't.
We've had every obstacle thrown against us.
Even our own brothers expected us to fail.
I will never forget the blood and sweat
you all put into this club.
Into this war.
Into this family.
I will be indebted...
to your loyalty.
I will be indebted to your brotherhood...
forever.
Now...
it's all yours, Angel.
This club...
has been the biggest chapter of my life.
Being a brother to y'all...
It's meant...
But as you know, I got a kid now.
As proud as I am to sit at this table,
I don't ever want him to.
I don't want him to lose me.
I got to go be a janitor.
Because I got something else.
I got the best thing in the world.
There's something we'd like to bring to the table.
If it's okay, EZ,
I'd like to bring something first.
We've all been discussing it.
I think the time is now.
Since we're talking about
putting the club above everything else...
I want to put forward patching in Nestor.
He took care of business with Jess,
regardless of his feelings.
That shows the kind of brother that he is.
One who will always put the club and the patch first.
Okay.
Nestor Oceteva.
Has he earned the right to carry the macuahuitl
and sit at la mesa del Guerrero?
I back it.
Fuck yeah.
A hundred percent.
Yeah, I used to...
not be able to stand to look
at that stupid-looking fuck, but...
you know, he's grown on me.
And he's a down-ass motherfucker.
I say yes.
Downer in violation,
he forfeits his vote.
So be it.
Hun Hunahpu welcomes another son.
Go get him.
Yo, Sacagawea!
Take off your kutte.
- Welcome to the tribe. - Thank you, EZ.
Yo.
You're a fucking rat.
That's why you made the deal.
Creeper was onto you, and you had
those fuckers Iron War and Storm 88
take our fucking brother to keep your secret?
Put us in bed with fucking cops.
Creeper gave up everything for us.
For you. And you fucking murdered him.
You have broken every fucking code we got,
and now you're working with the fucking Feds?
- No! No! - You fucking knew
your brother was a rat,
and you still brought him into the club.
He didn't know.
Tell... Tell them, Angel.
- Tell them you didn't know. - He didn't know
that his cousin, the fucking DEA agent,
had flipped his baby brother?
Fucking prove it.
Prove that you are loyal to the club over blood.
Gilly, man?
Gilly! Gilly!
You want to fucking walk out of here?
Prove your loyalty to the fucking patch.
They're right, Angel.
I can't. I can't.
I betrayed you.
I'm sorry. You have to.
Please.
Angel, your son's out there.
He's got no one else.
It's the only way out of this, Angel.
- I can't. I can't. - Hey. Shh. Hey.
Remember our-our dog Freya?
When we were little?
You got to be strong, Angel.
It's like that.
Okay?
No, no, no. Hey.
It's okay, Angel. It's okay.
It's okay.
No, no. No, I can't.
It's okay, Angel.
Look at me.
Tell your boy about me.
And you tell him about Mom.
Go.
Don't come back.
Okay?
It's gonna be okay, Angel.
I'm gonna miss you.
Okay.
I'm ready.
I'm so...
I'm sorry.
I love you, Angel.
No!
No. No.
You ain't the only one
that reads Shakespeare, motherfucker.
Get off of me.
No. No. No.
No.
Hey.
Hey, you okay?
Hi.
You okay? What-What's wrong?
Are you hurt?
Come with me, yeah?
Hey. Come with me. Come with me.
? This house ?
? She's holding secrets ?
? I got my change ?
? Behind the bed ?
? In a coffee can ?
- ? Throw my nickels in ? - Now...
? Just in case ?
back to business.
? I have to leave ?
? And I will go ?
? If you ask me to ?
? I will stay ?
? If you dare ?
? And if I go ?
? I'm going shameless ?
? I'll let my hunger take me there ?
? This house ?
? She's quite the talker ?
? She creaks and moans ?
? She keeps me up ?
? And the photographs ?
? Know I'm a liar ?
Federal agents!
- Search warrant! - ? They just laugh... ?
Federal agents!
Get on the ground!
? As I burn her down ?
? And I will go ?
? If you ask me to ?
? I will stay ?
? If you dare ?
? And if I go, I'm going on fire... ?
The levy will hold.
For now.
? And I will go ?
? If you ask me to ?
? I will stay ?
? If you dare ?
? An d if I go, I'm going on fire ?
? Let my anger take me there ?
? The shingles, man ?
? They're shaking ?
? Back door's ?
? Burning through ?
? This old house, she's quite the keeper ?
Go on.
? Quite the keeper of you ?
? I will go ?
? If you ask me to ?
? I will stay ?
? If you dare ?
? And if I go, I'm going crazy ?
? Let my darling take me there ?
? If I go, I'm going crazy ?
? Let my darling take me there. ?
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