Mayans M.C.

Congratulations, Ezekiel.

Welcome to the tribe.

You must be Letty's friend.

I'm Ezekiel.

Gabriela.

I would like that.

Bad blood with you

and the shot caller?

Palo?

Something like that.

‐Coco! ‐I can't fucking see.

‐Riz! ‐Call a fucking ambulance!

Riz didn't make it.

We're going to war.

‐ I don't see Palo. ‐ Find him.

Did you find Palo?

Found him. Fuck me.

How much do you think Potter really knows?

- Potter knows you're involved. - He thinks he can shut down

the uprisings by destroying Palomo.

Adelita.

Pick your crew. Go get Adelita.

It's the fucking MC.

Oh, Jesus. Thank God.

You have to go.

We'll be fine.

I need to know the truth

about what happened in the desert.

Rebels, Adelita, Galinda, Palomo.

All the pieces.

If not, I'll have ICE pick up Felipe Reyes.

Told her Potter's blackmailing us.

Using Pop as leverage.

Congratulations, Papa.

Your son was born yesterday.

‐What's the matter? ‐Have you heard from Dita?

‐No. Why? ‐She finished with the doc

but never came back to the waiting room.

Hola, Ignacio.

I realize that the reason I was saved

is because I still have things I need to do.

I guess I'm one of those things, huh?

Dita ordered the hit.

One of you Reyes men has to help me right a wrong today.

I'll do it.

You destroyed my family.

EZ, this is not you.

Yeah, Pop.

It is.

If you're feeling froggy,

my boy here can gladly accommodate.

You Dogwood fucks gonna step on our shit again?

No.

He good?

Are you good?

Yeah.

Good.

Pop?

Pop?

You up?

You gonna open the shop today?

Got you a breakfast burrito.

Pop?

I'll leave the food for you.

Coco?

Coco!

You look like shit.

Hmm. Must be genetic.

Have you seen my iPad?

I swear that I left it in my backpack.

So look in your backpack.

I did, menso.

I can't find it anywhere.

I feel like I'm going crazy.

This is the second one that I've lost.

Are you sure that you haven't seen it?

It's probably under a pile of your shit somewhere.

What is up your ass?

This place is a fucking mess, Leticia. I got to do everything.

I mean, you want to drop out, why don't you get a fucking job

instead of staying out all night, going to raves and shit?

You caught me, old man. I built a time machine

to travel back to the 1990s to go to a fucking rave.

‐Yeah, whatever. ‐And I didn't drop out.

You couldn't afford to pay for tuition anymore.

So get a fucking job.

Well, then, maybe I fucking will, hmm?

So that I can afford to get away from you.

Do me the fucking favor.

‐ Angel. ‐ Hey.

Hey.

Shut up.

Sorry, Nails.

Angel didn't tell me you'd be here. I'd get you one.

I hate coffee.

Kind of reminds me of my third‐grade teacher's breath.

Hmm?

Yep. Mr. Bozak.

‐Oh... ‐Shut up.

Think you can just avoid me?

While you're floating in your castle

like Marie fucking Antoinette, people have lost their pensions.

Good, honest people have lost everything.

You and your husband were supposed to save this town.

You've fucking buried it. What's your plan B?

How are you gonna fix this?

There's no way we could have foreseen

the border shutdown.

We can't get any materials now. Our hands are tied.

Gee, I wonder how you could have foreseen

the invasion of your own fucking government

because of your husband's criminal activities.

Get your cement from Brawley.

Get your workers from El Centro. Do something.

Because if you don't, what is left of this town will die.

People are hurting, and people are fleeing.

We're‐we're cutting the police force.

We can't even afford to pay someone

to pick up the fucking trash!

You know, I'm‐I'm glad you're up here on your hill,

away from the stench,

but you better hope the wind doesn't shift.

Because...

I know what it took for you to get you what you wanted,

and that blood will always be on your hands.

Went by Pop's again this morning.

He didn't get out of bed today?

What the fuck are we gonna do with him?

Having a tough time.

Everything.

Well, it ain't right, seeing him like this.

He's human, Angel.

Yeah, and that ain't fucking fair.

Get the fucking light out of my eyes!

Grab it.

What the fuck are you sweating for?

I'm the one had to carry that shit for a mile.

I need some air.

Somebody get this motherfucker a Tampax.

His vagina's been bleeding for months.

That's gross, bro.

Man, this ain't even a quarter of what we used to move.

How much longer you think that border shutdown can last?

How much longer can we?

How are we coming?

Looking good.

Once you make it past...

just drive to the clubhouse.

Creeper will meet you there.

Hey, don't worry.

It's like going through a DUI checkpoint.

All they care about are illegals that are already on this side.

Nothing else.

Ever read The Secret?

I'm gonna focus on manifesting my ass

on the other side of that checkpoint.

Manifest yourself five grand richer.

Shit. I need it.

Husband and I were supposed to work at the Agra Park,

and, well...

we thought Vicki would pay more than she does.

You know, for what it costs for me to have to...

Yeah, yeah.

Shutdown's been...

tough on everyone.

Yeah.

Luckily, crime always pays.

EZ, let's go.

Sorry.

I‐I talk too much when I get nervous.

You'll be fine.

You promise?

Promise.

I don't know if this is a good idea, man.

She'll be fine.

If she's not, it's on us.

She knows what she's signing up for.

No, all of this‐‐ Potter, shutdown‐‐

it's payback for the picture we used.

Well, we didn't have a choice.

Yeah, but the club, the town are all paying the price.

Hey.

No one more than fucking me.