Mayans M.C.

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All new Sunny. Wednesday, September 25 on FXX.

FX presents Mayans.

Previously on "Mayans M.C."...

It's Mini.

Hola? Mini?

She was watching from the rocks

on a sat phone.

Three of my best men dead.

That's a very dangerous 12-year-old kid.

You have to take her to Dr. Cayman.

She's getting worse.

We don't know that.

Who's the old man?

Felipe?

It's EZ and Angel's pop.

His sons are Mayans?

Yeah.

I know it's a lot,

and I wouldn't ask if this wasn't...

I know. A family thing.

Having me run background checks,

pull local estate records...

don't make me part of something I'm gonna regret, EZ.

It's done.

The golden boy is free and clear.

You can help him pack his shit in the morning.

Angel!

They reached out at all?

Not a word.

Almost eight months.

This shit with you and Angel,

it's gone on too long.

I don't care how you do it. Work it the fuck out.

Now.

We have to talk, Angel.

It's about Mom.

I know who killed her.

So you... you just been living with this?

How the fuck was I supposed to tell you?

It's the first time in eight months

you looked me in the eye.

Yeah, I get that.

So Pops know anything about this?

No.

Why you telling me now, man?

When everything unraveled with Potter...

I know I betrayed you.

I know staying here in the club,

it kept that wound fresh.

The life everyone thought I was supposed to have,

the one I thought I fucked up...

None of that was real.

I'm not the golden boy, Angel.

I stayed because I was afraid to leave.

You and Pop...

It's the only thing in my life I know is real.

And the club.

I need to be a part of something.

You didn't answer my question.

I can't lose you, Angel.

And this is the tie that binds.

You know, most people would either put a bullet in his head

or walked away from this, but this...

bro, this is fucking nuts.

You got arrest records,

family history, timelines...

Jesus Christ, you did a fucking psychological profile on him.

Had to do something.

I know proof isn't what I know I saw.

Couldn't take it to the cops.

M.C.'s relationship with SAMCRO.

Couldn't take it to Bishop.

And that look in your eye, brother...

It's the same look you had nine years ago.

Put you in this whole fucking mess.

I don't know how to do this.

You're not gonna let it go until you do.

Till it's finished.

And now...

neither will I.

* Mother of exiles

* The torch of hope

* In the toss of the tempest

* Threw us Madison's rope

* But the brazen giant

* With limbs astride

* Blocks the golden door

* To the U.S. of Lies

* Damn your huddled masses

* Scrub our floors

* Cut our grasses

* I am a wolf

* A wild cur

* Cut from the pack

* With blood on my fur

* And every howl

* Marks a debt

* 'Cause a beaten dog

* Never forgets

* Every howl marks a debt

* 'Cause a beaten dog

* Never forgets

* Never forgets

Everything good?

Yeah, I guess.

Where's Gilly?

The Creep's on a scrap run.

Yuma.

She doing okay?

Yeah. She's upstairs.

Rode here together.

That's a good sign.

We're working shit out.

Glad to hear that, son.

I got a letter from Corrections.

Stockton PO.

Have to... clean up some parole paperwork.

Discharge shit.

Angel said he'd ride up with me.

Lot of patches north of Berdoo.

Should take Coco and Gilly with.

I was thinking maybe we'd go up alone.

Eight-hour ride...

give us a chance to keep talking.

Yeah. Makes sense.

Stay off the 10.

Still haven't cleaned up our Samoan problem.

Right.

I'll make the ride-through calls.

The clubhouse will be your first stop in Stockton.

We'll let Ramos know you're coming.

He'll sort you out.

Okay. Thanks.

Eat.

Settling in?

I suppose.

Can't be any worse than living out of a tent.

At least I could see the danger out in the desert.

Here?

I need a black light

to find the things that can kill me.

It's just until the merc heat is off.

I know.

She's busy today.

Lots of kicks.

That's 'cause he...

wants Mom to relax.

She's doing too much.

What is it?

I know you have your reasons

for keeping things on the down-low

about all this.

But I'd at least like to tell my family I'm having a kid.

The family you've completely shut out?

You haven't talked to your father in months.

And every time I ask you what's going on with EZ,

you tell me it's historical.

Oh, come on, querida.

You... your whole life is a fucking closed book.

I tell you just about everything.

Most of it you don't even want to hear.

You hardly tell me anything.

And that's why we're perfect for each other.

Let's wait until she's born and we're all safe,

and then you can tell the club, your family,

and the whole world can know.

Like I have a choice.

Gotta head up north for a couple days.

Help my brother out.

Historical shit.

Will be around if you need anything.

Okay.

Um, I'm worried about Mini.

She's not going to handle this well.

We haven't been separated since I found her.

The club's headed to the farmhouse

to help with the move.

I'll have Coco keep an eye on her.

Thank you.

Sí.

Okay.

So busy.

Hope everything goes well with Dr. Cayman.

See you when you get home.

Yes.

Be right back.

- Estas bien? - Yes, perfecto.

Let me know if you need anything.

I'll be fine.

I just want to break ground already.

It feels like we've been working on this forever.

Yeah, I know. And we will.

- Mm-hmm. - I love you.

I love you.

Oh, and good luck.