All language subtitles for Mayans MC s05e03 Do You Hear the Rain.eng

Creep's just standing alone
in there now?

He got hit pretty bad.

If you really want to help me,

you said there was a rat
in Santo Padre.

I need you to find out
who it is.

Fuck.

We have to take this upstairs.

Has anyone else seen this?

Don't be dramatic. You can leave

anytime you want,
but you will never

be alone with my son again.

- You Butterfly?
- What did you need?

This isn't gonna end well
for your brother.

Someone I know died.
Is that because of me?

Just keep your head down
and your ears open.

You're just gonna fucking
kick us out on the street?!

- We need real money now.
- There is one thing.

It's hella dangerous, though.

I don't care what it is,
we're doing it.

Why would I show mercy

to the people who didn't show

any to my mother?

Because we are

your family, son.

-Hi, baby.
-I got a visit this morning from Cole.

Whatever you guys
are looking for, stop.

No wonder Soledad
didn't want our guns.

She's getting 'em from Cole.

All we needed was
to know who the players were.

Now we just knock one
off the board.

We're gonna take out the cartel.

Ten minutes before
security sweep.

Fuck! Shit.

Shh.

Let's go.

Five minutes out.

Aw, careful, you dumb fuck.

The cook's unaccounted for.
Go find him.

We need him alive.

I'm on it.

Hey, guys, two minutes.
Two minutes.

Any sign of the cook?

Nothing.

We need to move.

One minute. One minute out.

Found the little bitch
hiding under the house.

Toss him in. Let's go.

Thank you.
I've got him.

Good job.

Yo! You got a dollar?

Yeah, we get it.
Times are hard.

Maybe we can help.

-Ooh.
-You don't got to be proud.

The hubris, man.

I want to go home.

-He's late for his nap.
-We're almost done.

If he fall asleep in the car,

we're never gonna get him down
back at the house.

I know.
I said we're almost done.

Let's just, uh,
try to be helpful.

I'll get the stuff
for the salad,

you get the granola he likes.

-Luis, will you get
the toilet paper? -Mom.

-I'm tired.
-Just a little longer, baby.

One,

two,

three,

four,

five,

six,

seven,

eight...

Are these the ones?

No. No, we get
the dye-free recycle kind.

The one with the pine cones
on the packaging.

You stay with them. I'll get it.

Okay, but hurry.
He needs his nap.

I got an A-minus
on my civics test.

That's good, mija.

Santi told me he got
picked third in PE.

First time he hasn't
been picked last.

You're missing it.

Missing what?

Everything.

You must be hungry.

Elio?

Elio...

-Aah!
-Hey, he's just scared, man.

What'd you fucking
say to me, prospect?

Nothing.

He's just fucking stalling.

Okay, okay, okay. Okay.

See?

Bottles.

He needs you to fetch,
you fetch.

He needs you to stir,
you stir.

Whatever it takes,
you help him.

-Never speak out
like that again. -I'm sorry.

Don't fucking
tell me you're sorry.

Just don't ever
fucking do it again.

Hey, man, tell you
about that, right?

- That is not a thing.
- Yeah, it is.

At chip companies and stuff,
they test flavors.

Food tester.

-I want to do that.
-Okay, fine.

Um, a rodeo clown.

Ew, Letty. No.

They're mean to the animals.

I know.
Sleep tester.

Sleeping all day?
Shit, sign me up.

Book tester.

I'm pretty sure that's
just called reading.

Okay, what is it
with you wanting

to be a human guinea pig?

I'm a giver.

We got to go, Hope.

We have to finish
the game first.

This game is stupid.

You promised.

Fine.

Where? Buffalo.

Thirty-four kids,
20 housekeepers,

five cars
and 20 motherfucking mansions!

Hmm...

All right, righty tighty,

-lefty...

-Lefty loosey.
-All right, now you try it.

Here. One of the...

All right, tighten it.
Tighten it.

Mm-hmm. Mm.

Good. Really good.

Here, a little tighter.
Mm-hmm.

Come here.

Inside, mijo.
Play with Maria.

What'd I tell you?

Look, Miguel...

I told you I never
wanted to see you.

I brought you something.

Your mother...

used to write me.

She wanted me to know you.

That's all I want to do.

I want you to know us.

You ever drive out here again...

...I'll bury you in these hills.

Hey, you know, like,
what you're doing, right?

Goggles.

Bottles.

Goggles.

Uh, no, man.
They-they call me Bottles.

Goggles.

Oh.

Great. Thank you.

Yeah.

Shit.

Don't need to translate that.

Did he ask why
we brought him in?

No, he just asked for a straw.

Thank you for coming
on such short notice.

Your primary residence
is Ocean Beach, correct?

Short commute, at least.

I am Patricia Devlin,
deputy assistant

inspector general of the
Division of Investigations,

OIG, San Diego Field Office.

It's quite a mouthful, isn't it?

And yet they make me
say it every time.

So,

Agent Potter,

I know that
you are a very busy man,

so I will get right to it.

-The inspector general...
-I am.

I'm sorry?

A busy man.

Ah.

Okay, well,

hopefully we can
solve this very quickly.

Unfortunately,

we have found
some inconsistencies

in your accounting.

Some rather serious
irregularities.

You know, Agent Potter,
what I was hoping for today

was to give you the opportunity

to shed some light

on these...

inconsistencies.

It's sad, really, this milk.

Meant for her baby.

In a dark crate somewhere,

withering into veal.

Or...
perhaps already ingested

and evacuated
through someone's bowels.

Flushed, forgotten.

You know, I never
would have taken you

for a vegan, Agent Potter.

Oh, me?

Oh, God, no.

I'm from Akron.

Oh.

Yet, still, as this calf
grew inside her womb--

not to anthropomorphize-- but

I'm sure mama's hopes for him
were for something greater

than a foreshank or loin.

But... here I sit,

not her baby, enjoying her milk.

Mmm.

Hmm. I suppose

we should be careful
what we nourish.

It would be a pity

for everything
we've worked for to end up...

flushed.

You'll have to forgive me.

Um...

yeah, I'm from the East Coast,

and...

we just tend to say
what we mean, so...

And-and admittedly,
the whole, um,

folksy, "aw, shucks,"

Midwestern thing

is kind of obtuse.

So,

just to be clear...

...did you just threaten me?

Oh, golly, no. I...

I was speaking about
my work, not yours.

Hmm.

My apologies
if you experienced it that way.

Apology accepted.

-Wonderful.
-Mm.

Now, please,

Deputy Assistant
Inspector General

of the Investigations Division,
OIG,

San Diego Field Office,

please, please edify me further

about my missing
Snickers bar receipts.

National security
hangs in the balance.

Hey...

You fucked me.

-No.
-You did.

You fucking fucked me.

You thought, "Great,

"while my boss is doing
fucking gymnastics

"for me to keep my job,

"because I sabotaged
a three-year-case

"'cause I couldn't keep it
in my fucking pants,

"I think I'll go visit
the fucking convict

"who put me
in this very position,

"who I was very clearly told
by my boss

to stay miles
the fuck away from!"

You fucking spit in my mouth.

-I didn't.
-You opened

my fucking mouth

with your tiny fucking hands,

and you spat your nasty spit

down my throat.

Okay, listen, I know

-that I shouldn't...
-It's over. Give me your fucking badge.

What?

Melissa, wait.

-It's about you.
-Can you just hear me... Listen, I...

Yes, sir.

Yes, I'm well aware.

I'm with her right now.

It won't be complicated
any longer.

I'm handling the situation
as we speak.

Aw, come on. I've been here
since 12:30, man.

Yo, relax. Everyone stay back.

We'll get to you.
Just be cool, all right?

Yo. Everybody just chill
and we'll get to you.

Boss man will be right back out.

Yo, I'm not gonna
tell you again. Relax.

We're gonna get to you.

Hey, we said hold on.

No, I'm sorry.

- Fuck!
- Letty, no!

All right, motherfuckers.

Are you fucking serious
right now?

Hope?

Oh, shit.

Fucking bitch!

-Motherfucker!
-Come on, come on, come on, let's go!

I'll kill you, bitch!

Hey, Bish.

Hey, man.

Can I ask you something?

No, I'm cool.

I'm actually...

trying to quit.

That's kind of what I want
to talk to you about.

What, about quitting
fucking smoking?

Nah.

You had a kid, right?

You know I got a

little boy of my own now?

I've been trying
to keep it quiet.

Not to dirty up both worlds.

But that's just it, I mean...

How the fuck do I do that?
You...

How do I keep both worlds

from not bleeding
into each other?

If I could go back...

...I'd take him.

And I'd hold him.

And I'd never let him go.

Get the fuck out of here.

Be a fucking janitor
somewhere if I had to.

Be whatever I had to be
just to be a dad.

I'd let all you
motherfuckers burn

just for one more second
with him.

I'm here because...

...I got nothing else.

I'm here because I ain't got
nothing fucking else.

That answer
your fucking question?

Changed your hair.

Where have you been, Em?

What happened?

It doesn't matter.

Are you... back with him?

Are you safe?

Remember the last time
we were here?

I was so fucking scared.

You had to open up the letter
for me.

You were the only one
who didn't believe you'd get in.

I was so fucking proud of you.

Everything was ahead of us.

And we had it all figured out.

Seems like yesterday.

Seems like a million years ago.

EZ?

This is the last time

I'll ever ask something of you.

What do you need?

I need a car.

I need a car
that won't stick out.

One that can't be traced.

I need it parked
at the Food4Cheap on Union,

right outside
of the service exit

on the south side
of the parking lot.

I always liked the theory
that time isn't linear.

Maybe...

...everything we dreamt
about that night...

...actually came true
for us somewhere.

I don't believe that.

Yeah, me neither.

Nondescript car, Food4Cheap.
It'll be there.

EZ.

Promise me you'll be okay.

You first.

I really do like the hair, Em.

And he starts screaming,

"Only God can judge me."

Yeah, but then,
you jumped on him,

you selfish motherfucker.

I had my hammer ready.

I was gonna say
something badass and then

-you fucked it up for me, man.
-I got a short attention span.

Tired of hearing him talk.

And they always find religion
at the most opportune time.

"I found God."

He might have found God
but they never found him.

You're fucked up.

She-She's always
pissed off lately, man.

That asshole's brother came back
the next week, remember?

Shot me in my armpit.

That shit still bites.

Yeah, but we
got him back good, too.

Real good.

We did.

You know, shit was just
more simple back then.

Ah, that's just 'cause
it's in the rearview.

It was complicated as fuck
real time.

Still is.

This is simple.

Men dream
of having what you got, carnal.

And now you got a baby
on the way?

Probably gonna teach him
to throw from your Rascal.

Funny.

We're the same age, carnal.
Come on.

Yeah, but I ain't about
to be neck-deep in diapers.

Yeah, you got that right.

The war?

No.

You're lucky

you don't got
to worry about that.

What you need to do--
you need to worry

about what's going on in there.

Leave the dying
to the rest of us.

You're not cheating
on Nestor, are you?

Shut up. It is not a thing.

It is such a thing.

You just need
to grab that thing

with both hands
and just, like, fuckin'...

You guys are pervs.

Oh, hey, Nestor.

We were just talking about you.

I miss something?

Just about
a million fucking clues.

You good?

Yeah, I'm just
gonna split early,

get dinner with my sister.

You have a sister?

You close?

We used to not be.

But... lately,
it's been pretty cool.

Prospect!
What the fuck are you doing?

Everyone is gonna
want to see this.

- What's going on?
- We got something for you, Prez.

Come on. Show 'em.

Tell 'em.

$100,000.

Just for that?

Yeah, and he says
we can make another one of these

with what we brought back
from Mexico.

-Shit.
-What the fuck?

What do you say, Prez?

I say we're in business.

- Shit, right?
- Yeah.

Holy shit, we are so good.

-We are so fucking good now.
-You're not listening.

$17,382. I mean,

this is more than enough money
to pay for rent and then some.

-Letty.
-What?

-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 Isaac's here.
-Fuck Meth Mountain!

I ain't scared
of those motherfuckers.

-We can go anywhere we want now.
-I ain't going anywhere.

You don't understand.

-They know now that...
-I'm not leaving.

This is my house.

This is my fucking house.

It's all that I have left.

All that I have left of him.

If you want to go,
then fucking go, okay?

'Cause I don't need you.

-Letty...
-Fucking go.

Letty...

Fucking go!

Fucking go.

I guess it's...

more of a...

Letty and Hope.

Ice cream testers.

You're so fucking stupid.

Mmm, mmm, mmm.

You're my boy.

I will never
let anything happen to you.

Hey, kid. Come on.
There you go.

Hey. I thought
you were with the guys tonight.

-Whoa. Whoa.
-Yes.

Slow down.

I want to stay.

For good.

-Obispo...
-No.

I don't want to fuck this up.

Let me prove it.

Let me stay.

I just finally want...

something good, you know?

Okay.

Okay?

Okay.

Thought you said
you were hungry.

Mm.

Fine.

Hey.
Remember when you said

you were thinking
of maybe finding a new place?

What if we got one...

Where the fuck
you been hiding, Jess?

You have to talk to him.
Just...

just tell him
what he needs to know.

Fuck you both.

Where are my guns?

Terry, stop!

Terry, no!

-No, stop!
-Where are the guns?

-What are they
planning next, huh? -You're killing her! Please!

Fucking tell me!

What the fuck?!

That's my sister, asshole.

I'm so fucked.

You got to give me
something, Jess.

Jessie, please. You got
to give me something, please.

I don't want to do this anymore.

You want to kill me,

fucking kill me.

But I'm not
doing this anymore.

Hey, hey.

Hey. Oh, God.

It'll be okay, baby.

You got-you got
no idea what he's doing

and what he's capable of.

And he's setting his eyes on me.
I know those fucking eyes.

What about Hoosier or Joker?

They have to see that Isaac's
fucking crazy.

They're all...
they're all in now.

Swept up like I used to be.

Okay. Okay.

It's gonna get bad.

There's more
where that came from.

They may be the cartel,

but they're a slow, fat,
dying machine.

We are sleek, we are smart,

we are deadly.

Uh...

I already got a partner.

And thank you, because, um,

when she asks me to find out

what group of fucking idiots
were stupid enough

to raid one of her cook houses,

well, Santo Padre's
a short drive for me and my men.

We can deliver another kilo
right away.

Wow.

A whole kilo?

Boy, this is a man's game.

But I'll tell you what.

For old time's sake,

I'll give you a head start...

...before I come for you.

We can get a lot more.

And you won't have to
go through Mexico to get it.

I don't care
how good your system is.

You take on risk every time
you go through the border.

We alleviate that for you.

You work with us,

and everything happens
on this side of the border.

You minimize risk,
maximize profit.

But we want the prisons back.

Here's the deal.

I want ten times this
in the next few days

or else I do
what I was hired to do,

which is protect
the LNG's northern concerns.

Which means I come back here

and I murder

everything

-either of you love.
-But we get the prisons back.

We'll see.

You wanted my attention.
You got it.

You want to replace the LNG?

Those are the numbers.

Welcome to the big time, kids.

-This is a bad fucking idea.
-No, it's not.

Hey.

They put a gun
up to my child's head

and you drag me out here to make
a deal with this motherfucker?

-You didn't need me.
-You're the only one I need.

And fuck him.

Let's make that motherfucker
work for us.

That's how we win.

Oh, how we win?

You know how fucking crazy
you sound right now?

-You know how crazy
all this shit is? -I do.

How the fuck we gonna get
ten times that much fentanyl

in three days?

I have no fucking idea,

but now we have no choice.

This is a prepaid call from...

Creeper.

...an inmate from
Niland Correctional Facility.

Please wait while we...

-Hank?
-Hey, brother.

I got great news.

We're gonna be back on top.

We got a problem.

We got a fucking rat.

-What?
-Yo, can you hear me?

Hang on. What was that?

I said there's a fucking rat.

There's a fucking rat
in the club.

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