Mayans M.C.

Tomás!

Martín...

No!

This Agra Park project.

Our competitor bribed a clerk in City Planning,

I just need somebody to talk to him.

We are here about this man.

Tell me, Mrs. Galindo,

who did you hire to murder Marlon Buksar?

Shouldn't you be home

helping your fiancée get ready for the kid?

If I ain't there, I can't fuck it up.

Sofía, right?

I wasn't sure if you needed this back.

Turns out we're actually

gonna need that leash back.

Sons, Mayans, we got history.

One wrong move could start a war.

I found something,

and I don't know what to do.

What the fuck's all this?

Show him.

What did Chibs say?

You got your war.

Fuck you!

You deserve better. You know that, right?

Words of wisdom from a junkie piece of shit.

- I'm sending you to Oakland. - You get this right,

your bottom rocker might be waiting

for you when you get back.

Saw something beautiful,

it made me think of you.

I love you, Coco.

I love you, Hope.

Yeah?

Get everybody to the clubhouse, huh?

Hey.

Is everything all right?

No.

- Hey, get the fuck up! - What?

Call him again. I want fucking answers.

Yo.

Yo, what the fuck is going on?

Oakland got hit last night.

What?

Any news?

We're on it. We'll find out the motherfuckers

-who came at us. It'll be the last thing... -Marcus.

- ...they ever fucking do. - Marcus.

What do we know?

We're finding out what we can.

Five dead. Four in the ICU.

What about Coco?

Fuck!

Maybe it was Banquero? That bullshit out in the desert.

He's still icing us out.

What about Sons, huh?

Retaliation for that hit in Berdoo.

You fucking idiots did that months ago against my orders.

Why would they wait to hit us now?

Charming knows I'm back in the fold.

Well, Happy is the type to hold a grudge, Padrino.

Me and Happy...

We got no issues.

You got something to say?

Fuck Happy.

And fuck every Son.

I don't trust any of them.

A brother got hit,

a Santo Padre brother.

I don't even trust everyone at this table.

Wait, what the fuck you trying to say, motherfucker?

- No one from Yuma got hit. - Yeah, they fucking did.

The pipe bomb,

your fingerprints all over it.

Blood of four brothers

on your fucking hands...

...and you want to talk about trust?

No one from Stockton got hit.

Where's Dondo?

Accusations

have consequences.

Enough!

Dondo went up north to check on his guys,

which is what I want you to do.

Go home, take care of your charter.

Keep things tight up there.

Now, until we learn more,

I want everything locked the fuck down.

Now, go.

Go.

What the fuck do you think you're doing, Ezekiel?

You're a VP.

Your job is to unite, not divide.

Our next move

could start an all-out war.

All due respect, Padrino,

I think we may already be in one.

Mm.

- What'd he say? - We wait.

We figure out who's responsible.

My money's on those reaper motherfuckers.

That came up.

Why the fuck would they hit us now?

Alvarez needs a beat to get a handle on the situation.

He wants to make sure the next move's the right one.

Well, so, what? Do fucking nothing?

- We have no choice. - No! Damn it!

Fuck the rules.

Caught me.

Think you got a pretty good view last night.

Yeah.

Didn't mean to stay.

I was really beat.

It's all good.

You okay?

You ran out of here.

She can read you.

Take care of yourself, EZ.

Hey, I'm glad, uh...

I'm glad that you stayed.

Jury's still out for me.

Ready to start the day, Christopher?

How you holding up?

I know what it's like to lose someone.

It's like...

It's like losing gravity.

You-you get all upside down.

Like you're just gonna...

like you're just gonna float away without them.

Ah.

What the fuck you talking about?

Nothing. I just...

Just know that I'm a good listener

if you ever want to talk.

What I want is to sit here,

get very drunk, and not talk or think

about how I just lost a brother

and there's not a fucking thing I can do about it.

So if you really are a good listener, listen to this.

Leave me the fuck alone.

Mm.

Tía.

I pray that's true.

It's time.

What was so fucking urgent?

Something's going on.

One of the clubhouses got shot up.

Someone I know died.

And?

Is that because of me?

Don't act all scandalized now that shit's getting real.

You never said people were gonna get killed.

I hate to break it to you,

but that kutte you brought us didn't just fall

into that barrel.

It was put there on a dead Son.

And I knew him.

He was... he was a good guy.

The fucking Mayans started this shit.

Terry's just doing what he has to.

I don't want to be a part of this anymore.

I'm done. I'm out.

No, you're fucking not.

Those wetbacks are gonna want revenge,

and we need you to tell us when it's gonna happen.

They don't ever tell me anything.

Just listen, look.

You'll see them getting guns ready,

talking about certain places.

When they respond, they're gonna respond big.

You'll know. You'll hear.

Jaz...

what if they find out it was me?

You ain't nothing but warm, wet furniture to them.

To the breezes, brother.

Another one.

Hey, bro.

You good?

You would think after all this time, this shit gets easier.

Fucking doesn't.

Yeah.

Somebody should probably check in on Letty and...

- what's her name? - Hope.

Her name's Hope.

Yeah, her.

I'll do it.

Oh, hey, hey.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, sit down.

Why don't you hang back?

I'll handle this.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Hey, Letty's gonna be fucked up.

We got to be there for her.

Hey, we will, man.

We will.

Padrino, you got a minute?

I just spoke to some of the brothers up in Oakland.

The fuckers who rolled up... they weren't wearing kuttes,