Mayans M.C.

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

Not many butcher shops

with a classic literature section.

- This about my son? - It's about you, Ignacio.

I have so many questions.

I fucked up.

I was supposed to kill both of them.

The job came in through packer.

It came from Mexico.

Yeah, he's anal about keeping records.

He might have more details.

I'll get whatever I can from packer.

After that, we're clean.

- Morning. - Marlon will help you.

- Marlon? - Hi.

- This is everything? - Yes.

- Great. - I believe it is.

Okay.

Mercs got Adelita.

Gotta meet Alvarez and Galindo at the warehouse.

Angel, set up in the Ariza tunnel.

We need someone on comms.

- What? - Oh, fuck no.

I gotta be on this.

Until we table what happened in Berdoo,

you take a step back.

Man, fuck you.

It's my kid!

Adelita... it's my fucking kid!

- You pick your crew. - Go get Adelita.

It's the fucking m.C.

hold on!

Oh, Jesus. Thank god.

- You have to go. - I need you to keep it going.

We'll be fine.

- Please don't. - You have to let me go.

- We gotta go now! - Go!

Shut the fuck up!

I'm gonna fucking kill you.

What? They're very loud.

Yeah, I guess so.

You don't gotta stay here, man.

I'm not gonna fucking off myself.

Actually, I'm just here to protect the birds.

Yeah, well, the birds appreciate it.

Breakfast?

Got the call from San Diego.

Adelita's been delivered safe and sound.

She's now resting comfortably

at the 32nd street naval station.

Medical workup?

Both mother and child are fine.

Oh, that's something, isn't it?

And, uh, what magic...

Have our friends in la policía estatal conjured up?

Nothing.

They couldn't get anything off the car.

It was burned to the bone.

Course it was.

Someone intercepted that car,

figured out Adelita was behind door number three.

Policía said that when they got to the scene,

Adelita was just... Standing there.

The other car was too far to pursue.

Must have been someone who was spooked by the sirens.

A local crew, a random carjack?

Are 1989 crown Vic wagons topping

the most stolen vehicle chart these days?

Big demand in the white trash mothers market, maybe.

Then who goes to all that trouble

and leaves the prize behind?

The rebels would have taken on the cops.

Even your suspicion about Galindo,

if the cartel wanted her, they would have her.

It's all a bit upside down, isn't it?

Oh, well.

You know what they say about drastic confusion.

- No, I don't. - What do they say?

You should have your plebes pack all this up,

head to San Diego.

I believe admiral Davidson has accommodations for us.

Ahoy, matey.

Did you sleep at all?

Not really.

What happens now?

I suppose... Nothing.

We just keep doing what we've been doing

and hope it doesn't come unglued.

I'm sure that's why Adelita did what she did,

knowing you would keep moving things forward

without her.

- Excuse me. - Just heard from Marcus.

His Escalade died. I'm gonna go pick him up.

Luis is inside.

Mondo and Batan are at the gate.

- Okay. Thank you. - Mm-hmm.

I should get dressed.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

Fuck out here.

It's the trucks that passed us.

- Stay with them. - Get help.

Who the fuck are you guys?

- What up, angel? - 'sup?

- Hey, bro. - You good?

- Mm-hmm. - Where's Coco and Gilly?

- Gilly's with the Chinese. - Coco's with his kid.

Bailing Letty out?

Something to do with her school.

Should be back soon.

Come on, brother.

Let's get you all cleaned up. You smell like shit.

All right.

- So big brother... - How is he?

He's fucked up.

But not broken.

Something shifted.

Keep him close.

Absolutely.

We got a tail.

Black Escalade.

Alpha, we got glue.

Let's do it.

Oh, fuck.

Hi.

Come on in.

The kids at school?

Yeah, city bus.

Please, sit.

What's going on?

Uh... After the deadline,

I began to look through the Agra park bids

on my own, just curiosity.

And?

Looks like Chinagra has the best offer.

They had the largest investment into the town.

Even their tax credits were lower.

How is that possible?

I don't know.

They were the last offer in.

They came in right under the wire.

There is no fucking way Chinagra came in

with a lower tax credit.

Someone must have given them info on the bids.

That's why they waited.

- I don't know. - Maybe.

Maybe?

Who was it?

- I don't... - Yes, you do.

- Emily... - Who has access to the bids?

City council, peña?

No one.

Those bids are locked in my office

until the deadline.

Your office?

Fuck, so your assistant...

Marlon, he'd have access.

I don't know.

Marlon wouldn't... He wouldn't do that.

- Why not? - You did.

- Fuck you. - Yes, you have.

I should never...

I should have never taken your filthy money.

But you did.

And now you owe me.

So you're gonna tell me what I need to know.

Jesus.

Who are you?

I guess I'm just a chip off my mother's block.

Marlon, he's the only one who had access to all the bids.

And if I can prove that he helped Chinagra,

that bid is disqualified, yes?

- I guess. - Just...

- Yes. - How much time do I have?

Tomorrow night,

the board will start reviewing the bids

before the town council meeting.

Shit.

Marlon...

What are you gonna do to him?

Talk to him.

Here's some more filth.

243.

Two... two,

four, three.

He asked me to be discreet,

so I wrote it backwards and in cursive.

- Good work, Chucky. - I accept that.