Mayans M.C.

Aah!

Only reason you're still here, dawg,

'cause I covered for you and your Meth Mountain bullshit.

Amigo.

Amigos.

When I spoke to Creep, someone told him inside we have a rat.

And I want you to win here, EZ.

I'm looking for Kevin Jimenez.

I called every day for three years

trying to get someone to talk to me.

I think that he was involved with some bad people.

This is war.

We may never know who's responsible,

-so let me talk with Eduardo. - No.

We have found some inconsistencies

in your accounting.

It would be a pity

for everything we've worked for

to end up... flushed.

Did you just threaten me?

Oh, golly, no.

- We can't stay. - Oh, my God.

-You don't understand. That guy-- -Butterfly?

You're scared of some dirty hippie

-named Butterfly? -Listen, if he's here, then

-that means I'm not here. -Fuck Meth Mountain.

I ain't scared of those motherfuckers.

If your brothers hadn't tried to murder mine

that day, we wouldn't be here

right now having this fascinating discussion.

I hope you have baking soda.

["Funny Thing She Said" by Ryley Walker playing]

You okay?! You okay?!

Yeah, baby.

Fuck yeah.

No, no, no, no!

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

No, no. No, no. No, no, no, no, no! Hey, hey...

Call an ambulance!

Call a fucking ambulance!

Put your hands up!

Fucking hands up!

- -

I didn't realize Charming's puppet strings were this long.

We ain't nobody's puppet club.

Just here out of respect,

to have a conversation.

Heard the Mayans were getting out of the distro business.

Running a new game.

All right. You right, you right,

that's... that ain't why I'm here.

Well, let's get to the part where you say why you are here.

Okay.

This war that you in.

It's killing the culture, man.

If you're not a puppet, why you here on their business?

Grim Bastards are my only business.

Dead Sons, dead Mayans--

don't make me no difference.

But now

you're bringing heat on the rest of us.

I mean, leaving bodies on the freeway.

Shooting up each other in the hospital. I mean...

I mean, y'all motherfuckers

can't stay off the 6:00 news.

Y-You just begging for a RICO case.

No one's knocked on my door.

You don't get it, son.

The Feds don't come to you

unless they know they got you.

They are building a case.

And they do not lose.

I do not lose... son.

Now, this war didn't end too well

for the Mayans the last time.

Well, it's a different club, isn't it?

Dead weight's gone. And we do not bend.

We do not surrender.

Mm.

You know, the Mayans and the Bastards have a, um...

deep, deep history.

Our clubs have history. You and I don't.

So tell me what the fuck you want.

All right.

We will facilitate...

peace talks on neutral ground.

Delegates from the Mayans,

delegates from the Sons.

No bullshit. No bloodshed.

If I trust you, which I don't...

...I'd still have to trust that motherfucker Isaac,

which I definitely do not.

When I heard about this, um, that bullshit

that that dude, um, Isaac has done,

I get it, man. I get it.

But what if this could all end?

And I'm not talking about no flowers and romance shit.

I'm talking about saving the lives of...

folks in this barroom right now.

And...

...less heat from the Feds for us.

Yo. We need to talk.

Fuck is all this about?

Look, whatever you and your brother EZ think you're doing,

it needs to stop now.

Am I supposed to know what the fuck you're talking about?

I was just in Santa Madre.

Do you have any idea the damage heat can do

to a body in just 24 hours?

Can't get the stench off my skin.

It's depressing,

what maggots can do to somebody's husband.

Someone's brother.

Someone's son.

A little boy saw you, Angel.

You're careless.

You're always so careless.

Fuck do you know? You don't know me.

You're right, I don't.

But I've watched you.

Looped over and over on security footage.

Or did you not think there'd be any fucking cameras

at the warehouse?

So why'd you set the fire?

Why'd you burn down your brother's dream?

I'm not looking to get you killed.

If I did, you'd already be dead.

You get Ezekiel to stop whatever the fuck he thinks

he's doing with the fentanyl.

And I'll convince Soledad to come back around.

EZ doesn't listen to me.

Well, there must be someone he will listen to.

So you do your part, Angel.

Convince him.

Maybe...

...maybe all the secrets can stay safe.

My God, Berdoo at midnight?

That ain't no fucking scenic drive, let me tell you.

You got fucking meth heads right there on the corner

giving out hand jobs like it's Black fucking Friday.

- -Anyway,

anyway, we finally roll up on these motherfuckers,

I shit you not, at a motherfucking

Bunny Scoops Ice Cream, bro.

Fucking sprinkle cones, the whole deal.

Cutest shit you ever seen, right?

Now, most motherfuckers in their right mind would be like,

"You know what?

I'm-a let this poor fuck finish his cookies and cream."

Right? Nah. This motherfucker,

he lines 'em up, bro, and, boom, blasts this fool, dude.

Spills 31 flavors all over the concrete, man.

Fucking beautiful.

But the whole ride home?

All I can think, "I got to get back down there.

Go get that fucking hand job."

Yo, I want to bring something to the table.

I joined this club for the brotherhood.

Honestly, I love everyone at this table.

And the brothers we've lost or are locked up

who used to sit here with us.

But I ain't no drug dealer.

Fucking fentanyl?

That shit is a fucking cancer.

We all saw what happened with Lobo.

We all have friends and family

that we have lost to this shit.

And I am sorry, bro, but the fucking cartel?

This shit is fucking crazy.

It has to stop.

This...

has to stop.

Alvarez dictated.

And I don't want to lead that way.

You're right, Angel.

This shit's fucking awful.

But we are in a war we have to win.

And there is no room for a moral cause in war.

The most moral thing that we can do

is annihilate those who wish us harm.

By any means necessary.

But I leave it all up to you.

Now you see what we can do.

And know that the money in front of you is just the start.

Fuck. I'm good.

- -Backing up that money truck.