Mayans M.C.

You experienced a hemorrhagic event.

One that made the pregnancy no longer viable.

- Take the baby, Scott! - Who is that?

You wanted to see me?

I'm sending you to Oakland.

Oakland got hit last night.

What about Coco?

Fuckers who rolled up

was SOA.

Somebody should probably check in on Letty.

Heard about what happened. Manny?

Coco was a good soldier.

The Sons will answer for his death.

But we cannot afford an all-out war right now.

No, Padrino, we act now.

We all know Packer's on his last leg at UC Davis.

So we go there, take out their leadership.

- Me, Angel... - I'd be honored to join you.

Let's go to war.

Fuck yeah.

Sir?

It's too dangerous.

She may need help.

Jefe!

Come on. You okay? Come on.

Get in, get in. Come on.

Go, go, go, go!

Who the fuck was that?!

I don't know.

Where you want this?

Over there's fine.

Haven't seen one of these in a while.

I feel like you been wanting to ask.

It's not my place.

But I saw your tattoo.

Had a pretty good idea about you, too.

Way you stand like you're always posting up.

Like you ain't gonna let no one get the jump on you.

Some shit's hard to let go of.

Murder.

A cop.

Shit.

That must've made you popular with the C.O.'s.

Didn't care much about their opinion.

Club stuff?

Nah, club came after.

Prison.

The gateway drug.

My brother, actually.

Older or younger?

Physically older, but...

emotionally, much younger.

He's all right.

Know what's best about getting out?

Silence.

All the constant fucking yelling.

Jesus.

All of it.

It's...

Hell.

You'd think you'd revel in the freedom, getting out,

but being locked up kills something inside you.

Numbs you.

And I don't know if you ever...

ever fully feel again.

How long?

54 months.

Damn.

I was guilty.

I was the only guilty one in there.

Everyone else was either working on an appeal

or swearing they got jammed up.

Every crooked bitch in there a victim in her own mind.

You didn't fight your case?

No, I told my PD to...

take whatever they wanted to give me.

I had it coming.

Negligence.

You can imagine how popular I was.

A crime against my kid.

But they couldn't hurt me.

I was already dead.

You know, you can't blame yourself...

There ain't nothing to fix here.

You want to see me again?

You need to realize I ain't a project.

This is what it is.

A good lay and hard abs ain't gonna magically turn me

into a princess.

That's what I love about men.

We think y'all are a calculus problem,

but you're just basic math.

Two plus two equals "please tell me my dick's big."

I feel like now I should let you know that I minored

in mathematical physics at Stanford.

So big.

I got to take off for a bit today.

I don't know how long.

Just got to take care of something.

Think maybe you could check in on Sally?

Give her a walk?

Ivy League, huh?

But still not smart enough to realize

I'm just using you to get to her?

It's crossed my mind.

I'll drop by after work.

And then if I promise not to try to fix you?

I thought you were going.

Bye, Sofía.

Leave a message.

Hey, bro.

Been trying to holler at you.

Feels like you're dodging me.

Not a good idea. He's running

this fucking charter into the ground.

Coco... being gone.

This club needs more unity.

Not division.

He's right, Bish.

We need to come together.

Everything I've fucking done for you.

For you fucking both.

Any word from EZ or Angel?

Yeah. Got a text an hour ago,

saying they're outside Davis.

You should all go home, get some rest.

Be some long, dark days ahead, huh?

Primo.

Got a minute?

What?

Izzy's celebrating her birthday tonight.

She wants you to come over.

You fucking serious?

Maybe you're not aware what's going on at the moment, Padrino.

I'm very aware.

I'm also aware that Izzy loves you, carnal.

And specifically asked for you to come

celebrate with us tonight.

I'm gonna have to pass.

Whatever issue you got with me,

don't you punish Izzy.

She's been nothing but good to you.

When you and Antonia were at your lowest, she was there.

She's a good woman, primo.

And if she wants you at her dinner,

you're gonna be at her fucking dinner.

Only three dudes out there.

Yeah, but looks like they got some friends inside.

So what's the deal?

We go in there and make right by Coco.

Kill as many high-ranking Sons as we can find.

Uh, so that's your big idea?

Every time I come up with some elaborate plan it gets fucked.

So fuck it, here it is.

We walk in, they don't see us coming,

we find Packer, Chibs and the rest

and we shoot as many as we fucking can.

Fuck yeah, it works for me.

Oh, so cool, awesome. Um...

we don't even know where the fuck they got

Packer at, bro.

Oncology.

What the fuck's oncology?

Cancer ward, bro.

Why-why the fuck you guys just ain't say that then?

Yo, you got your kutte on under that?

Yeah.

'Cause if I die today I want them to know I was a Mayan.

Thank you. - You're welcome.

Fuck.

Ah...

Hey, hey, hey. Um...

Estoy buscar, uh...

¿Dónde está el, el, el...

departamiento de, uh...

Uh, de...

Uh... fucking cancer.

Oncology?

How... how the fuck does everyone know that word?

He should be here by now.

It's all good, man. He's got this.

Come on.

The fuck is that?

It's called blending in.

Bro.

Yeah, nah, dawg.

Whatever. All right, where we going?

Seventh floor. Elevator's that way,

but the place is crawling with fucking Sons.

All right, let's go.

I say we take it up to the eighth floor.

Then we cut back downstairs.

We don't want any surprises.

Let's go!

Let's get the fuck out of here!

Oh, shit.

Fuck.

Hey, get down!

Let's go. Hey, let's go.

Go, go, go! Let's go!