Mayans M.C.

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You got to be fucking kidding me.

Went by Pop's again this morning.

He get out of bed today?

Pop? You open the shop today?

Mr. Galindo, so sorry to hear about your mother.

What did she say to you? Did she blame me?

Did she do this to...

to punish me?

Mexico wants their rebel back.

Does Potter know about this?

Who do you think signed off on it?

They'll kill her the minute

-she touches Mexican soil. -I know.

Hey, Hope, I'm Ezekiel.

-I'm Angel. -Coco, Hope.

We'll keep you safe.

Poor kid was fucked

before the water broke.

What the hell you been

spending your money on, bro?

It's them pills.

Kings aren't coming here?

Refuse to. Want neutral ground.

We're not here

to divide the club any further, carnal.

We're here to repair.

Since you fucked up the gun trade.

And now you've cut the pipeline down by 70%.

Fuck you!

You motherfuckers think that you can survive

without our pipeline?

Without fucking Santo Padre?

Let me see you fucking try it.

- -Hey.

[singing along to music in Spanish]

-[station changes, somber song playing] -Hey.

[station changes, lively music playing]

[singing along to music in Spanish]

[song continues playing in vehicle]

- -

: Oh.

Mmm.

Pop?

I know you wanted me to wait outside,

but I wanted to see where you grew up.

He hasn't been feeling well lately.

Oh, you don't have to do that.

It's okay.

At breakfast, you seemed...

mm...

¿Distraído?

-Distracted? -Yes. See? You agree.

It's just that, last night...

my prez may have fuck...

um...

messed something up real bad.

You can curse in front of me, EZ.

I'm not a saint.

You're doing a pretty good impression of one right now.

Uh, I have a meeting at the clubhouse.

I got just enough time to drop you off.

It's okay. I'll stay.

Pick me up after.

Stay?

Mm-hmm.

Um...

My dad-- he doesn't really like strangers.

Or actually anyone.

I'm sure he's very sweet.

He's not.

I'm not afraid.

He can't be worse than my Tío Alberto.

How was your little breakfast date?

How was your little threesome?

Oh, wouldn't you like to know?

No.

I definitely wouldn't.

You stop by Pop's again?

Yeah, I left Gaby there.

She wanted to help Pop out.

Oh, he was cool with that?

Wasn't up yet.

You know he's gonna shoot her, right?

Nah, I hid the gun.

All of 'em?

Damn.

This shit with the kings--

it's a move against me, period.

They want me out.

Line I drew last night,

cutting off the pipeline from the rest of the MC...

Repercussions fall on everyone in this room.

So now's the time to speak up.

-I was thinking that... -Yo, fuck the other kings.

This whole play, everything we did for Galindo,

what we sacrificed, has been to line their pockets.

- -These motherfuckers

been getting fat off our broken backs,

and now that shit is harder here,

they want to fucking try and strong-arm us, man?

Over the pinche gun trade and the VM?

Fuck these motherfuckers.

That's what I say.

You were gonna say something.

No.

Okay, then.

"Fuck 'em" is the call.

Coco. Coco.

-Where you going, dawg? -Nowhere.

Come on, dawg.

What do you mean?

Just got to cut out for a bit.

Help out my kid with something.

You okay, brother?

Yeah, why?

'Cause you look like shit.

Just a cold or something.

No big deal.

Right.

I got one of those neti pots.

You put it in like this, add a little solution,

flush that shit right out.

Thanks, Creeps.

Let you know if I got to borrow that.

We're not using a 9 round here.

This is a single needle.

So you take your time, because it's delicate.

You be gentle.

Hey. Want to step outside for a sec?

No. Why? It's hot.

It's about the play with the kings.

What about it?

You really think this is the right move?

Fuck yeah.

They disrespected Bishop, they disrespected us.

It just seems shortsighted.

There's got to be a smarter play here.

Yeah. Like what?

You should have said it in there.

Listen, bro, this ain't a fucking church.

You speak up if you got something to say.

You fucking cut me off.

Then you fucking should have said it again.

All right, you got a patch now. That means something in there.

Stop acting like a bitch-ass prospect.

[objects clacking, rattling in distance]

[distant clacking, rattling continue]

What the fuck?

Which one of my idiot sons is responsible for you?

-What is that? -It's mole.

I want you out of my house.

He also told me you haven't been eating.

But I don't blame you. That stuff will kill you.