Mayans M.C.

Ten minutes before security sweep.

You remember Marlon?

You were working with him

on the Galindo Agra Park.

His mother doesn't think it was a suicide, so...

Who did you hire to murder Marlon Buksar?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, what the f...?

This is the last time I'll ever ask something of you.

-What do you need? -I need a car that won't stick out.

I need it parked at the Food4Cheap on Union,

right outside of the service exit

on the south side of the parking lot.

Soledad and I have found common ground,

and we hope that you will join us.

What is it that Lincoln Potter wants?

Potter has sent us here.

But if we band together,

we'll finally have autonomy from the U. S. government.

Let's fuck the americanos together.

If you really want to help me,

you said there was a rat,

I need you to find out who it is.

-Hey, brother. -We got a problem.

There's a fucking rat in the club.

- -

The cook's unaccounted for.

Go find him.

And we pay you, pay more than the LNG.

-Okay. Okay, okay. - Bottles.

You help him.

- What's going on? -We got something for you, Prez.

$100,000.

He says we can make another one of these

with what we brought back from Mexico.

I say we're in business.

You want to replace the LNG?

Here's the deal.

I want ten times this in the next few days,

or else I do what I was hired to do.

How the fuck are we gonna get ten times that much fentanyl

-in three days? -I have no fucking idea,

but now we have no choice.

- -

- -

- You're late. - Yeah, well,

it's a little fucking early for us.

- This is-- -

Huh.

-You said you needed quantity. -Ain't that what you got?

This? You think getting this shit into the country is easy?

You got to make this worth his while.

-Then add another 50. - Yo, EZ.

You have any idea what I had to do to get him to see you?

Hey, do you have any idea what I did for you?

-There's nothing I can do. -75.

This is fucked. You said we'd do this.

And you said you guys were for real.

-What about guns? -

Fuck me.

12 crates.

Untraceable. Russian dead stock.

Worth double what you got on that list.

Especially with governmental gun control in Mainland China.

That wasn't so hard,

was it?

Just want to remind you

we're in the middle of a war.

Maybe we could've used those fucking guns.

We only got those three crates now.

We don't win the pipeline, no amount of guns will save us.

Hey.

When I spoke to Creep, he said something.

Something that's not for everyone's ears.

The fuck you looking at me for?

This is the inner circle, no secrets.

One of our brothers is working with the Feds.

We have a rat.

And how'd he find out? How do we even know it's true?

Someone told him inside.

He believes it, so I believe it.

Then we better all fucking believe it.

Find that motherfucker.

-Keep this between us. -Fuck that.

We got to do something about it.

We keep it close until we figure out

how to handle it.

Right now we get these chemicals home.

Right now we survive.

Are you honestly doing his meal prep?

Two weeks to State.

God knows what his dad feeds him.

Taco Bell and Snickers bars.

Jesus.

Mom, I can't find my other singlet!

Volume.

Mom, I can't find my other singlet.

Where'd you last have it?

- -It's so stupid

when people say that.

Don't talk to your mom like that.

-Am I wrong? -I'm not saying

it's particularly smart to say, okay?

- -

Go check your dirty clothes basket.

-Hey, man. -Hey.

Jacob will be right out.

Mom! I still can't find it!

Sorry, it's a madhouse in there.

Jacob, hurry up! Your dad's here!

-How you been? -Good. I...

I got nothing to complain about. How about you?

All good, bro.

So tell me, bro, y-you fucking my wife yet?

A little blast from the past for old time's sake?

Hey! There's my beast!

-How's my dude? -Good.

It was in the dirty clothes basket.

Rae.

Hey, P aul. He's got wrestling practice tomorrow.

Oh, I know. We got to make weight for State.

You look good.

Be good for your dad.

Come on, buddy.

Bye, Gilly.

Bye, little man.

- -

Hey.

Ah, here you go.

-Thank you. -Yeah.

Hi, Daddy.

What do you guys have planned for the day?

Gonna go to the park and then the grocery store.

I thought you went to the store yesterday.

I want to make Bolognese.

Mmm. Bolognese, huh?

- -Isn't that still your daddy's favorite?

-Yeah. -Mm-hmm.

Luis and Maria will have to go with you.

I already let them know.

Okay.

Well...

I have to go south today, so...

You won't be back for dinner?

No way I'd miss it.

Miguel?

Bye.

-Ready for the park? -Yeah.

Yeah? All right. Let's get this shoe on.

You ready to go home, Chopper?

Meet your new family?

You let them know how lucky they are to have you.

Hmm?

Girl, how have you got the time to get all of these hotties?

I know, he's a babe.

No, I mean the human hottie up front.

I just heard him ask for you.

Tell him...

I'm not here.

["A Pasito Tun Tun" by Cubanito 20.02 playing faintly on radio]

Hey, man, we're gonna take a break,

so you mind just keeping an eye

on the shed for a little bit so...?

-What the fuck'd you say? -Nothing.

Don't tell me what to do, prospect.

No, no, I'm sorry.

Just, EZ said to make sure someone's always

keeping an eye on-on the shed and...

and to give Elio a lot of breaks

so we don't overwork him.

Fuck it.

We go.

Go?

Now. We... run.

No more prisioneros.

¿"Prisionero"?

No, man. I'm not a prisoner.

No. I know that looked bad, all right?

But that-that was just like part of being a family.

You know?

Familia.

No. No familia.

When I was little,

I had to constantly have surgeries and stuff.

Didn't really have a lot of, you know,

amigos growing up.