Mayans M.C.

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

There's a reason

your life is on the other side of the fence.

Every time you cross that border,

your wife loses a little piece of you.

I never did a paternity or DNA test on Miguel.

I knew he was your son.

Does anyone else know?

No, of course not,

and no one ever will.

I don't get it. What the fuck's this mean?

Isabel Varela, Ignacio Cortina...

those are their real names.

I saw pictures of Pop with Jose Galindo.

Señorita Palomo could create

a most unsettling wave of democracy.

We think Adelita might have used her prenatal downtime

to create new relationships.

I know you have your reasons

for keeping things on the down-low,

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

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

No, Adelita!

Queen bee's inside, gentlemen.

Come on.

This is what we have. Looks good.

Okay.

Yeah.

Major.

Mr. Potter, Agent Linares.

Sitrep.

Oh, yesterday's roundup.

You put her in a fucking dog cage?

We didn't have a cell.

Jesus Christ.

She's pregnant, troglodyte.

Agent Collins, get her vitals.

Make sure the baby's okay. Yeah.

I'm fine.

So is she.

Bathroom.

Don't you find it odd

that our Ivy League prince took it upon himself

to track and snare the deadly rebel queen?

A little out of character, I guess, but we got her.

Cleared the board.

Yes.

We declawed the rebels, and, uh, handed Galindo the reins

to Sonora and eastern Baja.

And we control those reins.

Yet with all that control...

the rabble still rises.

Strikes, riots, civil empowerment.

And with the inevitable tariffs,

I fear the left will use the chaos

as a fast lane to el Palacio Nacional.

Mr. Potter, we found a clearing

less than a klick away.

We can easily land a bird there.

Flying a Black Hawk in the middle of a goat village

might undermine our need for diplomatic discretion.

We will transport our asset tomorrow morning.

We'll need a few strategic scenarios.

"A few"?

I want options, Major.

We must assume behind every local face

hides a potential spy.

And if we're being watched or deceived...

we'll have to decide

which shell to put the pea under.

Well, I have six men here, another four on the way.

Is that enough for your shell game?

We'll make sure you have enough.

Excuse us.

I'll need you to reach out to Galindo.

I might need his help.

You don't care about me or my child.

Answer the question.

We're taking you to a federal holding facility.

We'll keep you healthy and comfortable

until the birth.

Then...

we'll want to know all the things you know.

We'll torture you.

But that probably won't work,

so we'll use your child as leverage.

I, uh, have a theory...

a blasphemous one.

I don't believe King Solomon was a wise man at all.

I think he was a malevolent sadist

who just got lucky.

A mother's love knows no boundaries...

Nor can it hide the truth that holds it.

When did you get back?

Just now.

Miguel.

Miguel, what happened?

We were, um...

taking Adelita to meet one of her benefactors.

Potter's mercs tracked us.

We were trapped, a village outside of Tecate.

Jesus.

When we realized they were there,

Adelita grabbed a gun and ran from us.

Made it look like Alvarez and I were there

to hunt her down.

We told the mercs we got a tip from the locals.

She sacrificed herself,

and I just let her do it.

She did it to protect everything, baby.

It was her choice. I know.

I just feel so fucking...

powerless and...

We've seen what Potter can do.

His head games and...

emotional torture.

He... he's gonna fuck her up.

The baby...

I should have helped her.

How did I let this happen?

The way you talk about her...

It's obvious there's a connection.

Is it more than that?

Do you love her?

Wait, what?

No, no, no.

God, no.

Em, no, it... it's nothing like that, all right?

There... there is no...

Look, I went from hating Adelita...

to...

understanding her and, um...

eventually...

respecting her,

I mean, the things she did.

And for these past few months, uh...

watching her singular devotion...

I mean, this selfless need to help her people...

I mean, it's potent and...

It's beautiful.

I grew envious.

I wanted some of that.

Mm-hmm.

You're right.

Hmm.

I've gone out of my way to be around Adelita,

but it wasn't about her.

It was about me.

You know, the things you did in the other world...

The conflict that spun inside of you...

I was always your touchstone, Miguel.

You know, our family, our lives, your business...

everything on this side of the border

was honest and real.

That's the thing you wanted to be around.

That's what you thought was beautiful.

Oh, I still do, mi amor.

Look, I know I've been distracted.

It's all...

Look, everything's changed, all right?

This play with Potter, it...

it has so many moving pieces.

I can barely know what... You know what?

You can lie to me, Miguel, but don't lie to yourself.

Look, up till now, the DOJ con has been nothing but a win.

Your drug trade has nearly doubled.

More power, more territories.

I have watched you ride that success.

You haven't struggled with it, baby.

You've embraced it.

I'm sorry.

I guess I just didn't see it.

I...

didn't realize I was that far away.

I know.

- I'm sorry to interrupt, but... - Hey.

Please, Marcus, not right now.

It's Potter.

Take it.

Let me know if you need anything.

Em...

Yeah.

Jefe.

What's up?

- Swole Boys. - Yeah, uh...

We ran into them on the way up to Stockton.

So did we... on the way back.

A fist-fuck of a snafu.

Riz went down.

Sorry, I never thought they would be...

That's always my worry, Angel.

You never think beyond the action.

The shit with Medina kind of pulled focus, man.

It ain't his fault.

Hey, shut the fuck up, prospect.

You're right, Prez.

I fucked up, man.

You know, he ain't know any better, but I did.

Let the table decide. I'll take the hit.

Stand down till then.