Mayans M.C.

You fucking come at me?

Dad.

At my fucking kid?

What happened to the great El Padrino?

Your flash.

The future of this club

starts today.

Where's Gaby?

It's better this way.

- What did you say? - Let her go.

Happy's been fucked

ever since Montez bailed.

Montez is as much of a brother

as anyone in this fucking room.

That ain't true.

If it was, he'd be in this fucking room.

And the Mayans?

There ain't no appetite for war.

I found something and I don't know what to do.

El Banquero needs us.

If we pull this off,

- we'll be fully in bed with him. - I can do it.

I'll go with the Reyes brothers.

I think this is our package.

Can't bring a kid, man.

This is Noah, and leaving him

- is nonnegotiable. - It's all right.

We got you.

I don't want to.

- It's our little secret. - No.

- Please. - What the fuck?

Angel, what the fuck did you d?

What the fuck did you do?!

Fuck.

I had no choice. He was...

- You did the right thing. - I know I did the right thing!

We can't just leave his dad out here.

He's not my dad.

He's my friend.

He said we were going on an adventure.

This is gonna be bad, Angel.

I know it's fucking bad. What the fuck do we do, then?

Let the coyotes take care of this piece of shit.

Sun's coming up.

We'll drop the kid off.

He can call his parents.

Fuck.

You good?

You want some breakfast?

I got to get to it.

- Hey. - Hmm?

Do you think you could pick me up tonight?

You don't even like riding the bike.

I, um...

I just don't like walking home alone.

It's sketchy.

Got a lot to do.

Mm.

But I don't see why not.

Promise?

Yeah.

I promise.

But I got to go.

Crazy ass.

Who pulled the trigger?

Who pulled the fucking trigger?!

I did.

Fucker, I did.

I made sure the motherfucker was dead.

I was the ranking officer there.

It was my call.

It's on me.

This is who you give power to?

This is who you trust?

What the fuck am I supposed to tell El Banquero?

You tell him we don't run protection for kid touchers.

Hurting kids...

You all did the right thing.

What they did, Padrino, is kill the pipeline.

And maybe every motherfucker in this room.

Santo Padre.

Hang back.

There's one more thing.

You got to be fucking kidding me!

There ain't no fucking way!

That's my new prospect.

Anybody got a problem with that,

you can take it up with me.

Good.

All right then, you French-braided little bitch,

get the fuck behind that bar and get me a beer then.

Go!

Faster, prospect!

Sad fucking day when we start letting

SoundCloud rapper-looking motherfuckers in here.

What's up?

It's time for you to pack up.

Time to come home.

This about that bullshit in the desert?

We sent you down here to keep an eye on things.

All due respect,

I thought you sent me down here to help repair things.

You did that a little too good, brother.

It's time for you to come back to Yuma,

your true family.

Yeah.

Sup, man?

Looks like I get to go see my lady and kid a little sooner.

Aw, shit, man. Congrats.

Didn't want it like this, but...

fuck it, you know?

Wouldn't change a fucking thing.

Except maybe getting stabbed and kicked off a roof.

You know, could've done without that shit, and maybe...

I don't know, maybe being stuck in the desert

with a fucking pedophile, but that's just me.

- At least it wasn't boring. - Yeah.

You're a good dude, EZ Reyes.

You, too, Manny.

You wanted to see me?

Sit down.

I want you to know that I've been watching you.

Keeping your head down.

Putting in the work.

Staying clean.

I'm just trying to get right w-with the club.

The club.

The club is all of us.

Not one person. Not one charter.

These selfish fucks putting in their own resentments,

their own bullshit first,

threatening to destroy what better men than them have built.

Are you here to build,

or are you here to destroy?

I'm sending you to Oakland.

Be a representative for us, for the Fallen Brothers.

Help build a bridge between Santo Padre

and the rest of the club.

You good with that?

Fuck yeah, I am.

Good.

And Coco.

You get this right,

your bottom rocker might be waiting for you

when you get back, huh.

Gracias, Padrino.

Hey. Can I get another, sweetheart?

Jess and I usually start watering it down

when he gets like this.

That's weird,

'cause he looks like a grown-ass man to me.

You got it.

Just say when.

When.

Hey.

What happened out there is on me.

Wasn't Manny's fault.

No shit.

Yeah, well, if I had to guess,

I'd say it was your idiot fucking brother.

You're the one who put us out there,

with a kid getting raped in the desert.

Oh, now you're a fucking advocate for child safety?

Listen. I'm willing to put

whatever you and I got going on between us behind us.

This club has a lot of rebuilding to do.

We're not gonna accomplish that

if you and I are at each other's throats.

This guy, El Banquero,

- there's got to be a way... - Oh, you want to help?

Right? You want to, you want to help me

like you helped your president?

'Cause last I saw, he was in there drinking himself to death

while you're out here wearing his flash.

Now, let's get something clear.

You hurt my kid. I'll never forgive that.

I don't give a fuck how many accolades

or patches Alvarez decorates you with,

you'll never be nothing but a walking dead man to me.

Don't let me catch you slipping.

We got to go, dog.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I got to go clean up your fucking mess.

He's got to let that shit go.

Everything that happened between us...

- Stop. - What?

Sit.