Mayans M.C.

- -

Sofía, right?

I wasn't sure if you needed this back.

It turns out we're actually gonna need that leash back.

-Maggie, I want to see you tonight. -It'll be on my playing field.

Fuck, we're not going to church, are we?

You didn't fucking deserve him.

None of you did.

Hope, get in the car. You need to come with me.

Coco wouldn't want you out here,

and I don't want you out here.

We forgive each other's trespasses. Move forward.

-Fuck your trespasses and fuck your king. -

My boy. He needs a name.

Maverick.

There's a way out, Neron.

You go in, you give us information.

You walk. We don't want an individual,

-we want the club. - I shot and killed

nine people in Nuñez Park.

These are my crimes,

and I fully confess.

What's up?

Yuma, Stockton,

Oakland, they left here to go meet without us.

-Oh, shit! -

Don't move.

Get your fucking hands up.

Fuck you, motherfucker!

You get to be my little Judas Wolf.

A fire is coming.

The fuck?

Miguel will serve as my appointed liaison

north of the border.

I'm going to need you to take three times

the original agreement with my brother.

You have this quantity?

I trust you two can work together

to facilitate this new arrangement.

I want Alvarez out.

I vote for "war."

Call for a kill switch.

Bishop, I want to make you my VP.

We will no longer allow others

to divide us.

We are now California,

and with that warehouse full of heroin

as our war chest,

a new chapter begins.

Oh, shit.

Stop!

- -

-Oh, shit. -

- No! -

Oh, my God.

God, stop.

Stop! You're gonna kill him!

Somebody help me.

Somebody help him!

- -

Oh, my God.

Oh...

Tito...

-Ah... -

No.

No.

- -

You got to save it.

For what?

For war.

It's your birthday.

And you're my present.

No.

Fuck.

Is someone awake? Come on.

Mm.

How'd you sleep? You slept pretty good? Yeah.

"Get the dirty one off me, sir."

Yeah.

That's such an awful song.

Hello, sir.

Oh. That's what daddies do.

Provide.

-And mommies? -They do, you know,

the other things.

Ah, thank you.

Let Daddy hunt for his own coffee then.

Hmm?

What?

Got something you want to tell me?

No.

Nothing?

Good morning?

Yo, why you being so weird?

I was just wondering if

maybe there was something you wanted to say to me,

today of all days.

Uh...

Happy Wednesday?

It's Friday.

Happy birthday!

-Happy birthday, man. -Yeah, baby.

-Come on. -My man.

-Yeah, brother. -

Happy birthday, old man.

They're waiting for us.

Hey, P.

Uh, I know you're into reading and stuff.

Saw this.

Jess and Cielo wrapped it.

Thought the title was cool.

It's a classic.

You've read it?

Not like I should have.

Not like I will now. Thank you.

And, uh,

thanks for remembering my birthday.

Whatever.

Out of my way, man.

With Tito and Mick out, Orange County's gone.

What about the rest of the fucking charter?

Handed their kuttes in. War's taken its toll.

Mick's in a coma and,

well, Tito, it's early, but...

he won't be the same.

You know they pissed on him, right?

While Tito was having a seizure from the brain trauma,

this fucker pulled out his dick

and pissed all over his California patch.

Right in front of Tito's girl.

Fuck, I want to kill this motherfucker.

We will.

We never should've asked them to set up shop

in the middle of Sons' territory.

It was my call.

We had to battle their expansion.

Inland Empire.

We got it.

It's a solid bunch of brothers. We'll hold it down.

You're the last stand between us and them.

Inland Empire, Santo Padre,

we're the last of Southern California.

And up north?

-Oakland, Stockton? - No change.

Charming's keeping their own treaty with Diaz.

Staying out of it for now.

Both sides are hoping it'll just play out in the south.

If Charming gave a fuck about peace,

they wouldn't be having this fucking psychopath

run wild, man.

Isaac and SamDino attacking us does not hurt Charming.

Treaty or not, we will always be enemies.

So let's fucking hurt them.

You hit Charming, you killed everybody up north.

Diaz has sent

brother after brother down here to help

with this, including me.

If anything goes off up there,

Oakland and Stockton are surrounded,

undermanned, and exposed.

Like we all fucking are down here.