Mayans M.C.

They rolled me up in the middle of the night

on some Fed-type diesel therapy shit.

- You hook up with Smokey? No, man. I just kept my head down,

finished out my time.

I want you to know that I've been watching you.

I'm sending you to Oakland

to be a representative for us, for the Fallen Brothers.

Come play at the pool.

What's up, birthday boy? First,

- you gotta say hi to your Uncle Gilbert. - Hey.

- I live here! - Hey, hey, hey!

Say it again, motherfucker!

No hard feelings?

Montez was our brother.

They buried him in a fucking barrel.

We're not gonna get another shot like this.

- What did Chibs say? - They gave the green light. You've got your war.

- And how much longer is this gonna go on? - Until I'm sure.

Even if Miguel was alive, there's no way he'd find us.

You don't know the lengths he'd go to.

Papa?

What the fuck?

Who pulled the fuckin' trigger?!

- I did. - What they did, Padrino,

is kill the pipeline.

And maybe every motherfucker in this room.

And we flip them like this. It's how Mommy likes them.

Oh, come on.

What?

He needs a strong musical foundation.

We can't have him liking Steve Winwood, like his daddy.

"Higher Love" is a masterpiece,

and I'll fight anyone who disagrees.

- Anyone but you, honey. Yeah. - Okay.

But would you really rather him grow up

a mopey depressive like Morrissey?

I don't know, he might kiss his first girl

in his freshman dorm room while listening to

The Queen Is Dead on repeat.

That sounds oddly specific.

- Well, I turned out okay. - Fine.

But who was that guy? I'll fight him.

Yeah, because you go to Smith to make out with boys.

Wait, is there something you want to tell me?

Is there something Mommy wants to tell...

Who the hell?

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

- I'm his mother. - I'm his mother. I gave him everything.

You gave him a prison cell!

That you fucking put me in!

No. No, no. I've called the police!

I've called the police!

Now that you know a mother's greatest fear...

...here's your mercy.

- Hmm? - Do you like the name?

Jonah.

Yeah, that's cool.

Or Nicolás?

That's good.

No.

Tomás!

Tomás.

Gross.

At least let me brush my teeth first.

Weirdo.

My ex.

If I can ask...

what happened?

Felt too much.

Talked too little.

Did he, uh...

Yeah.

Yeah, with a gun.

I found him.

I don't understand people like that.

They don't care who they leave behind.

It's evil.

It's not.

You and I,

we shut it all out with booze and dope.

Some people, they're too absorbent.

Some people just want quiet.

No.

Life's a gift.

Have you seen a lot of it?

Death?

Too much.

That's all I want to say about that.

Be careful.

We're only as sick as our secrets.

Hey.

Sofía, right?

I wasn't sure if you needed this back.

Nah.

We give those out for free.

Sally okay?

Yeah.

Yeah, that's, uh...

That's really why I'm here. Um...

I wanted to thank you for all that stuff

you said about patience.

It worked.

I really appreciate you sharing that about your little girl.

Her anxiety.

The magic and stuff.

Could you hold him right here?

Oh. Yeah.

- Here? - Yeah, here.

I was wondering, actually, if maybe...

Thought maybe I could repay you.

We could grab a bite or something.

I was drinking.

She wouldn't go to sleep.

She could never sleep,

her whole life, like she was born worried.

I kept putting her back in bed.

Kept drinking.

Angry.

When I woke up in the morning, she wasn't in her room.

You can't imagine what that's like.

I looked everywhere.

I ran outside.

I had a feeling.

A sick, sick...

I saw her pajamas.

Pink.

In the pool.

She got up at some point.

Wanted to go treasure hunting.

Probably couldn't wake me.

And then...

Sorry, Max.

There ain't no magic.

What do you want from me, EZ?

I got nothing to give you.

Fuck. Watch where you're going.

Are you okay?

No. That man... that man is following me.

Oh, no, Emily Galindo.

We found you.

So, what brings you to Ohio, Emily?

So, as I have explained,

you obviously have me confused with someone else.

Now, I have been polite.

I have shown you my identification.

Now I need you both to leave.

"Sara Marie Glass." Is that Jewish?

Has a ring of Salinger.

You know, I wonder what I would choose as my new life.

Got to be honest, probably not Ohio.

Okay, that's it. I'm sorry, but I've reached my limit.

- You need to go. - No.

Then you're forcing me to call the police.

Oh, here. Why don't you just call 911 direct?

Probably get the fastest response.

Hmm.

Steep fall from your old life, huh?

You know, whatever or whoever you're hiding from,

Mrs. Galindo, must be really scary.

But...

we are here about this man.

You remember Marlon.

You were working with him on the Galindo Agra Park.

But then...

His mother doesn't think it was a suicide,

so she hired us to investigate.

I know how hard these things can be for moms

to accept about their children, and...

Wait a second.

I thought you were a mom.

Where's your son?

If I answer your questions, will you leave?

I didn't know Marlon well.

He... he was a few years ahead of me in high school.

If he did some work on the Agra Park

through his position at the mayor's office...

...I wasn't aware.

But I was very sad to hear about his suicide.

Well, thank you, Mrs. Galindo.

That really does clear up a lot.

Come on, let's get out of her hair.

Hey, thank you again for being so patient with us.

I'm sorry I wasn't more help.

No, no, no, actually, it was very insightful.

Again, Mrs. Galindo,

whoever you're hiding from... your husband, the Feds...

be careful.

Okay? I mean, we were able to find you, so...

Okay.

Oh, shit, I forgot. One more thing.

Tell me, Mrs. Galindo,

who did you hire to murder Marlon Buksar?

What's her name?

Mia.