Original subtitles

♪

[grunts]

[gunfire]

[Bottles] Ten minutes before security sweep.

[Piper] You remember Marlon?

You were working with him

on the Galindo Agra Park.

His mother doesn't think it was a suicide, so...

Who did you hire to murder Marlon Buksar?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, what the f...?

[both grunting]

This is the last time I'll ever ask something of you.

-What do you need? -I need a car that won't stick out.

I need it parked at the Food4Cheap on Union,

right outside of the service exit

on the south side of the parking lot.

[Miguel] Soledad and I have found common ground,

and we hope that you will join us.

What is it that Lincoln Potter wants?

Potter has sent us here.

But if we band together,

we'll finally have autonomy from the U.S. government.

[Eduardo] Let's fuck the americanos together

If you really want to help me,

you said there was a rat,

I need you to find out who it is.

[beeps]

-Hey, brother. -We got a problem.

There's a fucking rat in the club.

-[gunfire] -[screaming]

[EZ] The cook's unaccounted for.

Go find him.

And we pay you, pay more than the LNG.

-Okay. Okay, okay. -[EZ] Bottles.

You help him.

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

$100,000.

He says we can make another one of these

with what we brought back from Mexico.

I say we're in business.

You want to replace the LNG?

Here's the deal.

I want ten times this in the next few days,

or else I do what I was hired to 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.

-[birds chirping] -[boat horn blowing]

-[truck beeping] -[busy chatter]

[busy chatter continues]

-[Yong] You're late. -[Bishop] Yeah, well,

it's a little fucking early for us.

[lively chatter]

-[speaks Mandarin] This is-- -[speaks Mandarin]

Huh.

-You said you needed quantity. -Ain't that what you got?

This? You think getting this shit into the country is easy?

You got to make this worth his while.

-Then add another 50. -[Angel] Yo, EZ.

You have any idea what I had to do to get him to see you?

[Bishop] Hey, do you have any idea what I did for you?

-There's nothing I can do. -75.

This is fucked. You said we'd do this.

And you said you guys were for real.

-What about guns? -[groans]

Fuck me.

12 crates.

Untraceable. Russian dead stock.

Worth double what you got on that list.

Especially with governmental gun control in Mainland China.

That wasn't so hard,

was it?

[exclaims]

[Bishop] Just want to remind you

we're in the middle of a war.

Maybe we could've used those fucking guns.

[Angel] We only got those three crates now.

We don't win the pipeline, no amount of guns will save us.

Hey.

When I spoke to Creep, he said something.

Something that's not for everyone's ears.

The fuck you looking at me for?

This is the inner circle, no secrets.

One of our brothers is working with the Feds.

We have a rat.

♪

And how'd he find out? How do we even know it's true?

Someone told him inside.

He believes it, so I believe it.

Then we better all fucking believe it.

Find that motherfucker.

-Keep this between us. -Fuck that.

We got to do something about it.

We keep it close until we figure out

how to handle it.

Right now we get these chemicals home.

Right now we survive.

♪

[footsteps approaching]

Are you honestly doing his meal prep?

Two weeks to State.

[clears throat]

God knows what his dad feeds him.

Taco Bell and Snickers bars.

[chuckles] Jesus.

Mom, I can't find my other singlet!

[Rae] Volume.

[whispers] Mom, I can't find my other singlet.

Where'd you last have it?

-[knocking] -It's so stupid

when people say that.

Don't talk to your mom like that.

-Am I wrong? -I'm not saying

it's particularly smart to say, okay?

-[knocking louder] -[laughs]

Go check your dirty clothes basket.

[sighs]

-Hey, man. -Hey.

Jacob will be right out.

[Jacob] Mom! I still can't find it!

[chuckles] Sorry, it's a madhouse in there.

[both sigh]

Jacob, hurry up! Your dad's here!

-How you been? -Good. I...

I got nothing to complain about. How about you?

All good, bro.

[chuckles]

So tell me, bro, y-you fucking my wife yet?

A little blast from the past for old time's sake?

Hey! There's my beast!

-How's my dude? -Good.

It was in the dirty clothes basket.

Rae.

Hey, Paul. He's got wrestling practice tomorrow.

Oh, I know. We got to make weight for State.

[sniffles] You look good.

Be good for your dad.

[softly] Come on, buddy.

Bye, Gilly.

Bye, little man.

♪

[inhales deeply]

[exhales slowly]

[inhales deeply]

[exhales deeply]

[both inhale deeply]

[both exhale slowly]

♪

-[sizzling] -[breathing heavily]

Hey. [chuckles]

Ah, here you go.

-Thank you. -Yeah.

Hi, Daddy.

What do you guys have planned for the day?

Gonna go to the park and then the grocery store.

I thought you went to the store yesterday.

I want to make Bolognese.

Mmm. Bolognese, huh?

[clears throat]

-[laughs] -Isn't that still your daddy's favorite?

-Yeah. -Mm-hmm.

Luis and Maria will have to go with you.

I already let them know.

Okay.

Well... [clears throat]

I have to go south today, so...

You won't be back for dinner?

No way I'd miss it.

[Miguel and Cristóbal laugh]

Miguel?

Bye.

-Ready for the park? -Yeah.

Yeah? All right. Let's get this shoe on.

[dogs barking]

[Sofía] You ready to go home, Chopper?

Meet your new family?

You let them know how lucky they are to have you.

Hmm? [laughs]

Girl, how have you got the time to get all of these hotties?

[chuckles] I know, he's a babe.

No, I mean the human hottie up front.

I just heard him ask for you.

♪

Tell him...

I'm not here.

["A Pasito Tun Tun" by Cubanito 20.02 playing faintly on radio]

[singing in Spanish]

[fizzing]

[singing in Spanish continues]

Hey, man, we're gonna take a break,

so you mind just keeping an eye

on the shed for a little bit so...?

-What the fuck'd you say? -Nothing.

Don't tell me what to do, prospect.

[Bottles] No, no, I'm sorry.

Just, EZ said to make sure someone's always

keeping an eye on-on the shed and...

and to give Elio a lot of breaks

so we don't overwork him.

Fuck it.

We go.

Go?

Now. We... [slaps hands] run.

No more prisioneros.

¿"Prisionero"?

No, man. I'm not a prisoner.

No. I know that looked bad, all right?

But that-that was just like part of being a family.

You know?

Familia.

No. No familia.

When I was little,

I had to constantly have surgeries and stuff.

Didn't really have a lot of, you know,

amigos growing up.

Was stuck inside,

watching everybody else get to live.

Like, 43 surgeries starting at the age of six.

So that...

that bullshit, it can't break me.

Plus, when I patch in,

first thing I'll do is knock that motherfucker out.

Knock a motherfucker out.

Knock motherfucker out.

[laughs] Fucking A, right.

Hey.

Amigo.

Amigos.

[rattling]

[chemicals fizzing and bubbling]

[sniffs]

-Tenedor. Tenedor. -Yeah. Sí, sí. Tenedor.

-Cuchillo. -¿"Cuchillo"?

-"Cu-chi-llo." Knife, knife. -Are you messing with me, man?

There's no way that's not a dirty word.

[Lobo choking]

Go!

Go!

Hey! There's been an accident.

There's been an accident.

Hey, I got her.

[Elio] ¿Es doctora?

Dude, I'm a fucking vet tech. Call 911.

[gagging]

[choking]

-[grunts] -[gagging]

[Sofía] Don't just fucking stand there.

-Call 911 and get me some rags. -Okay, okay. All right.

Yo, yo, yo, yo.

The fuck was that from before?

Does Creeper know?

We don't know that it's about me.

Who the fuck else could it be?

He said he heard it from someone on the inside.

Is this some Jay-Jay shit coming back?

I handled that. I'll handle this.

[door opens, closes]

Oh, fuck, fuck.

Move, move.

-Move, man. -Hey, what the fuck, prospect?

I need rags.

-Dude! -[Nestor] Yo, what's up?

-I need rags. I need rags. -Dude, what the fuck?

Jesus, man, here.

Get the fuck out of the way.

Bottles! What the fuck is going on?

It's Lobo. He's dying.

[Lobo choking]

Where are the fucking rags?

[Lobo grunting]

[Sofía] Okay. Okay.

No.

[panting] No.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

[panting]

How far out are the paramedics?

What did they say?

Is anyone coming?

[panting]

Someone fucking call 911!

EZ, fucking do something.

Fucking do something.

[panting]

Fuck!

[breathing slowing]

♪

-What the fuck happened? -I don't know, man.

We just came back, we found him like this.

[Guero] There's a sign.

There's a fucking sign right there, fucking dumbass.

Yeah, well, he must've touched something

-or-or breathed it in. -Breathed? [stammers]

We got to be worrying about fucking breathing right?

Yo, should we even be fucking standing here right now?

Our brother lying on the fucking ground right here?

We can't stop.

What you mean can't stop? Yo, man, look at this shit.

How the fuck are we supposed to win a war

when we ain't even safe in our own fucking club?

[Gilly] Nowhere's safe with this shit.

You're all worried about one?

We don't make good on this deal, we've killed everyone here.

We need to get this shit off the premises now.

Hey, where the fuck you going?

EZ!

[engine starts]

...lying dead on a bathroom floor.

And now this.

Look, we don't know who's responsible for--

Are you as fucking blind as you are stupid?

[clears throat]

I'll remind you,

it's been at least 24 hours.

These are your men.

And for 24 hours, your people have thought to do everything

but call and inform you.

We're so far behind the curve now,

we may never know who's responsible.

So let me talk with Eduardo.

No.

I let you do the talking last time.

This conversation is mine now.

[door closes]

♪

[running footsteps]

[judge] You are arguing this was, in fact, a gift

and not a loan.

Very interesting. Let's proceed

[man] Your Honor, we were friends.

I trusted her.

I have text messages where she promised to pay me back.

[woman] Please. He knows I was joking, Your Honor.

He could never take a joke, even when we were together.

[judge] All right, that's enough.

My courtroom is not your--

[TV shuts off]

Can't stay inside watching TV all day, Ma.

So, you made any friends?

Ma,

I think you may be, uh...

depressed.

You don't eat. You sleep all day.

You need to get out, get some exercise.

Why do I need exercise if I'm not eating?

[sighs]

Just humor me, Ma.

[muffled music playing]

Looks like there's an art class.

-You could do that. -[groans softly]

You know I can't draw.

[woman] Good job, everybody.

I don't think it's a requirement.

[both laugh]

[woman] Here we go. Three, two, one.

Yes.

Come on, Robert.

I know you can get your arms higher than that.

Full-on.

[upbeat music playing faintly]

[chuckles softly]

[Nails] Good job, everyone.

One more.

Yeah, well, change is hard.

You know, especially at her age.

She'll get more comfortable.

Just takes some time.

How's your knee?

Good.

Making some progress.

Yeah. That night was crazy.

It was all crazy.

So, how are you doing?

I mean, for real.

It took me a minute to figure it all out.

Your world is tough to be in.

And somehow even tougher to stay away from.

But I'm good now.

I'm good.

I really like working here, and...

Keeps my mind off my own shit.

Oh, he's cute, Stephanie.

[both laugh]

I should get back to my mom.

See you around.

Yeah.

[engine turns off]

-[barking] -Whoa.

Hey, buddy.

Yeah, I came prepared this time.

You want some of that?

Where is it?

I know it's here, it's here. Here you go.

-There you go. -[Chip] You got a death wish?

I need to see her.

I don't give a fuck what you need.

You call the shots here?

I take the shots, motherfucker.

Johnny Panic's gonna want to hear what I have to say.

You make something go bad for her...

I'll make everything go bad for you.

-[horse neighs] -[pitchfork clinking]

You came alone. You're real dumb or real brave.

Oh, shit. [chuckles]

You're a boy.

You don't know the difference.

You don't have a prospect to do this for you?

We do equal work around here.

We don't punish. We don't humiliate.

I want to elevate my sisters, not crush them.

Plus, there's always some sucker

waiting to get Tom Sawyered.

My attention isn't free.

Go on. [clicks tongue]

Sift the straw and keep the apples on top.

Iron War.

I thought we had this conversation.

-I can help. -We discussed that, too.

I have three crates of guns for you.

Along with an offer that will make you all rich.

Sounds a lot like "will get us all killed."

Did you get in this life to live forever?

I'm gonna die, I hope it's on my terms, not yours.

Your club listen to you?

-They do. -They agree with you?

Not always.

We still got to do what's right for them.

If we start to think about each particle,

we fail the mass.

Yeah, I read a book once, too.

Don't really need to tell everyone

every chance I get, though.

-What book was that? -I don't remember.

It was fucking boring. I'm more of a tactile learner.

And, boy, your hands are soft.

♪

My hands are covered in blood.

It's fucking getting exhausting.

You know, that's the first honest thing

you've ever said to me.

First time you haven't tried to sell me something.

You have a lot of women here you need to keep safe.

And a lot of people want to do you harm.

There's only two things that buy you safety:

guns and money.

I'm trying to sell you both.

[horse neighs in distance]

All I ask is that you hear me out.

♪

[doorbell rings]

[breathes deeply]

Come on.

-Can I help you? -Hey, I'm looking for Kevin Jimenez.

He's not here.

Uh, do you have any idea where he might be?

I-I really need to talk with him.

Listen, I took care of all his debts.

The bank cleared my name,

so you can tell whoever sent you out here to--

I'm not here, uh, about money.

I-I'm an agent-- Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms.

[scoffs] Right.

Now you come.

Now the Feds fucking come.

I called every day for three years,

trying to get someone to talk to me,

to tell me where he is.

No one listened.

No one gave a shit!

Do you...

Do you have information?

Look, I don't-- I don't know

where your husband is,

but I think that he was involved with some bad people.

So maybe we can help each other.

-You ready? -Mm-hmm.

-Okay. Okay. Let's go. -[grunts]

[Cristóbal mumbling]

Okay, ready?

-Ready. Whoa. [mumbles] -Oh.

-I feel like a machine. -Oh. [chuckles]

[music playing faintly over speakers]

So, I'll grab the celery and onions.

Can you grab the white wine? And, Luis,

can you go to the deli and get the ground and pancetta.

We should stay together.

We can do this so much faster if we divvy up.

It's fine. I'll grab the wine, too.

Shit, I'm an idiot. I, uh, forgot eggs.

We have eggs.

I-I just want to make a cake tonight.

-Funfetti, baby? Yeah? -Yeah.

-Yeah. -We should have enough.

I don't want to come all the way back here if we don't.

I don't want to be here all day.

I just want to go home and take a nap.

Could you watch Cristóbal?

-Maybe take him to the park. Would that be okay? -Yeah.

Please, let's just get through this list and get out of here.

Okay.

Will you grab the vanilla frosting and sprinkles?

[panting echoing]

♪

One, two, three, four.

[woman] Murderer!

You murdered my son.

This woman killed my son!

-[people murmuring] -Murderer.

Mrs. Galindo, you all right?

-Come with me. -[woman] This woman...

-Let's go. -killed my son.

You won't get away with it.

You won't fucking get away with it!

Murderer!

Fuck. [exhales]

[men shouting indistinctly outside]

[Bottles] Get on the fucking ground!

-[man] I know someone in there. -[Bottles] On the fucking ground!

[man] I know someone inside.

[Bottles] Get on the fucking ground.

[man] Chill out, all right? I know someone in there.

-Shut up. -Bottles, what are you doing?

-You know him? -Yes.

What the fuck, man?

I got it from here.

-You sure? -Yeah.

[sighs heavily] This place is a trip.

I mean, how the hell did...

[sighs]

You're right. [sniffles]

I don't want to know.

What are you doing here?

You never wrote me back.

I wrote you every month when you were in there.

I never read them.

[scoffs]

That's tough to hear.

You cut us all out.

What a heavy burden to carry alone.

I had my parents, and-and I had my faith.

What do you want?

I had to work...

really hard to forgive myself.

You weren't there.

That's what I had to forgive myself for,

for not being there when...

And I forgive you.

-I forgive you, Sofía. -[Bottles] Hey.

-You need to go. -You need to forgive yourself.

-Sof-- -Hey, you need to go now. Go.

-[Tony] All right. Sof! -[Bottles] You need to go.

-Sof. -Hey, go, man.

Okay.

[counting machine whirring]

-[whirring] -[bag unzips]

[machine beeping]

[Maid of Ace's "Bone Deth" playing]

♪

♪

♪ Round my head, and I'm spinning around ♪

♪ We're going down, down, we're going down ♪

♪ We're going down ♪

♪ Bone deth, deth, deth, deth ♪

♪ There's a fever in the air, and it's hotter than hell ♪

♪ Down in a valley where the angels fell ♪

♪ We're going down ♪

♪ Going down ♪

♪ Bone deth, deth, deth, deth ♪

♪ Bone deth, deth, deth, deth ♪

♪ Bone deth, deth, deth, deth ♪

♪ Bone deth, deth, deth, deth ♪

♪ Bone deth, deth, deth, deth ♪

♪ Bone deth, deth, deth, deth ♪

♪ Bone deth, deth, deth ♪

♪ Bone deth. ♪

-[horse neighing] -[guns clicking]

Hey.

I just got word from Otero.

Samdino hit Yuma. The war's spread to Arizona.

What the fuck happened?

They got Smiley when he was out with his old lady.

They fucking shot him in the back.

Motherfuckers.

Jumping over Santo Padre to Yuma

means they're circling us. Tightening the noose.

And here we are about to be empty-fucking-handed.

With you giving up the last of our guns to these fucking girls.

You all wanted it off the property, so here we are.

That was the cost.

They had a need, we had a need.

The good news is no one's gonna find it out here.

And come Friday,

we're gonna be able to buy back ten times that arsenal.

Isaac can surround us all he wants.

The next time they come knocking,

we're gonna be fucking ready.

[grunting]

Hey. Bottles?

He had to stay behind and watch the clubhouse.

Bottles?

Bottles not here, man.

Hey.

Amigos.

Whatever, man.

Amigos...

What's Mother gonna say about this?

["Madreselva" by Maya Solovéy playing]

[humming]

Siete.

Ocho.

Nueve.

Diez.

Once.

Doce.

Trece.

Catorce.

Quince--

[gurgling]

[soft crying nearby]

♪

Should we say something?

I... I didn't really like him.

Nobody liked him.

Fuck no.

But he was a brother.

Now we're burying him in the dirt.

Where the fuck else you gonna bury someone?

You know what I mean.

Yo, you're the OG, man.

-What's your take on all this? -[Gilly] Fuck.

I used to be the new kid.

Shit happened fast.

[clears throat]

[sighs]

Lobo was a pain in the ass.

But he's our brother.

It hurts to see him go, especially like this.

-And EZ? -EZ's my fucking brother.

And if he says this...

is the sacrifice that leads to victory,

I got to believe him.

I've lost a lot of brothers.

Way before the club.

[grunts]

Still losing them.

People I've gone to hell with.

[sighs]

[sniffs]

Some you bury in the ground.

Some you bury in your heart. [clears throat]

Anyone else hungry?

[sighs]

♪

-Mmm. -Mmm.

Mm-mmm.

[silverware clinking]

[door closes]

[Angel sighs]

[groans]

I think he's, like, finally down.

Like, for real.

[chuckles]

[grunts]

Ugh. Shit.

Hey.

What's wrong?

I'm thinking about my father.

He took me to the beach when I was little.

Before I was old enough to swim.

He'd take me to the edge of the water

and lift me up when the big waves came.

I remember the ocean being...

so loud, so big.

But I wasn't scared.

[breathes shakily]

Because I knew he was holding me.

When he'd lift me up there...

I think...

that's the last time that I...

ever felt safe.

We have to make sure Maverick always feels like we have him.

Always feels safe.

He will.

We can't just say it, Angel.

[sobbing]

The world is ugly and dangerous.

And we need to protect him.

We need to protect him from it.

Hey. Hey, hey, hey.

I got him.

And I got you.

[softly] I got you.

[sniffles]

-[grunting] -Hey. Hey.

-You motherfucker! -Okay, okay.

-You motherfucker. -Hey, hey, hey.

Hey. I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Do you not realize how fucking triggering that was for me?

I pulled her out. I held her.

I tried...

I tried to save her and I couldn't.

I couldn't do it.

-Okay. -[sobbing]

I'm sorry.

[sobbing]

I should've told you.

But the club's in a bad way.

I'm doing everything I can to hold things together.

Now, what happened today--

-Didn't have to happen. -It didn't have to happen,

but it did.

Now that shit's off the premises.

No more secrets.

[Jimenez on tape] I hope you're keeping your head straight.

[EZ] Hey, you point that noble concern at my old man.

He's the one carrying the weight of this.

Now, no more secret meat locker chats.

[Jimenez] You don't get to make that call

Shit happens, players change.

There's no formula here.

You got to stay fluid.

[EZ] What the fuck does that mean?

My deal doesn't change.

[Jimenez] You killed a cop.

Your deal was a gift.

And I'm the one that made it happen.

So if I say jump, you say, "How high?"

-[EZ] Fuck you. -[button clicks]

[exhales deeply]

[button clicks]

[Jimenez] Galindo's son was kidnapped.

[EZ] I was gonna put it in the next drop.

[Jimenez] I know you think I'm a prick.

Second cousins or not. But I want you to win here, EZ.

To walk away from this with the life you were supposed to have.

[button clicks]

[tape rewinding]

Second cousins or not. But I want you to win here, EZ.

To walk away from this with the life you were supposed to have.

[button clicks]

♪

[baby laughing]