Original subtitles

♪

Aah!

Only reason you're still here, dawg,

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

[exclaiming]

Amigo.

Amigos.

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

[Jimenez on tape] And I want you to win here, EZ.

[Katie] 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.

[Soledad] This is war.

[Miguel] We may never know who's responsible,

-so let me talk with Eduardo. -[Soledad] 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.

[engine revs]

-[Hope] We can't stay. -[Leticia] Oh, my God.

-You don't understand. That guy-- -Butterfly? [scoffs]

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]

♪

♪ The funny thing she said to me ♪

♪ "I could see you giving me a child" ♪

♪ But your roaming eye... ♪

[indistinct chatter]

♪ You're gonna give them what is mine ♪

♪ How you come with the day ♪

♪ And you leave with the night ♪

♪ Yeah, your lips taste like honey... ♪

[screaming]

You okay?! You okay?!

♪ But I know you, you're drinking wine... ♪

Yeah, baby.

Fuck yeah.

No, no, no, no!

[indistinct chatter]

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!

[screaming, clamoring continues]

♪

[motorcycle approaching]

[Bottles] Put your hands up!

Fucking hands up!

-[latch clicks] -[gate slides]

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.

[rock music playing quietly]

[chuckles]

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. [scoffs]

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.

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Catch me if you can ♪

♪ My, my, my ♪

♪ I'm a hungry man. ♪

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.

[chuckles]

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.

[Bishop] 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.

-[laughter] -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."

[laughter]

[Bishop giggling]

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.

[whistles]

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. [laughs]

-[laughter] -Backing up that money truck.

You realize those have probably been in at least,

like, a hundred strippers' sweaty ass cracks?

God, I hope so.

[laughter]

I fucking hope so.

[laughter]

What are you thinking about this Grim Bastards offer?

There's a chance we show up...

and the Sons back down.

Agree to peace on our terms.

And there's a chance we show up and it's a setup.

What do you think, Bish?

You know Lucky better than I do.

He's stand-up. Everybody knows it.

He says something, it means something.

Trust him.

Anyone else?

If you OGs back this dude...

...I trust you.

-With my life. -[Guero] Fuck it.

I'm down for the ride.

All right.

Tonight we go to L.A.

[gavel slams]

[indistinct chatter]

[laughter]

Sweet.

Turn this shit up.

-[music blasting] -Drinks on me, baby!

-Thanks, EZ. -How's your mom doing?

She settling in okay?

It's been an adjustment.

She's trying.

This will help a lot.

Is there an update from Creeper?

He's got a bead on it.

Says he's close, so...

whoever this rat is, we'll get him.

Soon.

[door opens]

[door closes]

[door opens]

[lock buzzes, latch clicks]

[chains rattling]

[man speaking indistinctly over P.A.]

[clears throat]

Neron, we don't have a lot of time.

They took my badge.

I got in today on a favor,

but I don't want to burn my friend.

Have you heard of Kevin Jimenez?

Is that the rat?

DEA agent.

His signature was on every one of the CI's redacted case files.

What's that got to do with the club?

He's dead.

I think whoever protected the CI,

they wanted it buried.

And whoever else knew along with it.

This is big, Neron.

Really.

Scary big.

So who's the fucking CI?

Who's the rat?

Tell me.

Please.

EZ Reyes.

[laughs]

No, it's not.

It's fucking not.

Go back.

Find out who it is.

I searched through fucking everything.

All of the CI's redacted documents,

all of the court documents.

I went to Kevin Jimenez's fucking widow.

And it turns out that Jimenez and EZ

are cousins.

It's all on tape. I heard it myself.

Why the fuck do you do it?

What?

What do you get out of...

torturing me?

I'm not trying to hurt you.

I'm just telling you the truth.

Like, think about it.

No one's released early

from a charge like that.

He went to prison for killing a cop.

CO!

Neron...

CO!

-[knocking] -Ready to go.

Neron, I'm sorry, I...

I don't fucking understand,

I did everything you asked me to do.

Ready to go?

Neron, I lost my fucking job.

Fuck, Neron, I did everything you fucking asked me to do!

Tell Smokey I need to see him.

Could've swore there was a beer in here somewhere.

You don't like dogs?

No, they're, uh...

...unpredictable.

So, what's up?

How are things with you and EZ?

I'd say that's mine and EZ's business.

[motorcycle approaching]

Sorry, I'm not

trying to, uh, be nosy.

No, I'm just curious.

How is my brother doing?

You should ask him.

You see him every day.

Hmm.

[inhales deeply]

[sighs]

That thing with Lobo...

[scoffs]

Hey.

That was fucking awful.

You saw it. I... [sighs]

I don't understand

why EZ doesn't see he...

You have to get him to stop.

Please.

Just... tell him to stop all of it.

The-the-the fucking fentanyl?

[exhales]

Yo, EZ's gonna get us all hurt.

Even you.

What does that mean?

It means you need to fucking get him to stop.

You should go, Angel.

I'm sorry, that...

I'm sorry.

I don't know what the fuck I'm even doing here.

[chuckles] You know, I should've just fucking burnt

all that fucking shit down.

I should've just fucking burned all this fucking shit down, too.

-Oh, my fucking God. -What does that mean?

What does that mean? Angel!

[knocking]

Knock knock.

I'd like to say this is unexpected.

Jesus, you have a shitty view.

You don't envy my...

mediocre watercolor of some...

random marsh?

Well, I have an actual window,

so I get unobstructed views of the Pacific over Coronado.

Well, you're an asshole.

[chuckles softly]

Lincoln Potter came to see you, I assume?

Not, uh, not Potter himself.

And what did these...

Potter-adjacent individuals have to say?

Trust me, you don't want to know.

Uh, I think the fact that I'm asking

is evidence that I indeed

do want to know.

Officially, they want to make sure

that our allocated funds aren't being spent--

Unofficially.

They told me...

"put that bitch on a leash."

[laughing]

And this came from...?

As high up as can be expected.

-Ah. -Look, I know

this makes you want to sink your teeth--

Oh, hell yes, it does.

This means something is here.

I see that motherfucker, and he knows it.

He's scared, and--

I just don't want a mess.

Let's be clear, Dan.

Are you asking me not to do my job?

I wouldn't waste that breath.

But you're poking around a very powerful, very effective...

...and thus very protected individual.

I'm not asking you to not do your job.

Just to be careful that we keep ours.

I'm making my first move today.

Maybe it was a misunderstanding, but...

when we discussed embarking upon

a peace treaty with Eduardo,

it did not mean

dragging a carving knife

over his jugular

in front of his kindergarten-aged daughter.

Let me explain.

Keeping order from devolving into chaos

is complex.

It's a... It's the Black Swan pas de deux,

not a drunken mosh pit.

We had your meeting. We sat across from that disgusting man.

And while our palms were still clammy from shaking his hand,

he'd already killed one of my soldiers

and raided one of our establishments.

Clearly as a fuck you to me, to Miguel and you.

Oh.

You haven't told her.

Awkward.

Well, uh... [clears throat]

In an ironic twist, Goliath,

um, excuse me...

it was David's

stone and sling

that hit your cookhouse.

What is this motherfucker talking about?

[Lincoln] The Mayans.

Look, we don't know for sure. I was just following up.

Come on.

What else were you doing with them today?

Cartel tai chi?

I was making inquiries.

To see if it was possible they knew something.

You followed me?

I own you, Miguel.

I own you, your mannequin family,

your little glass house.

I took it all away from you once with a phone call, remember?

And then I built it all back up again with another one.

Everything you have, everything...

begins and ends with me, motherfucker.

Do not forget that.

People who forget that suffer.

Entire families suffer.

Do you know why his penis was so tiny?

Michelangelo's David.

A tiny penis was seen as a sign

of intellectual superiority.

They believed only, uh,

savages were well-hung.

What the fuck does that have to do with anything?

It's just sad.

To think back then I would have been dismissed as a barbarian.

Ah. There's some progress.

-[grunts] -[children cheering]

-Hi. -Hi.

Oh, mama...

No, stop.

-Look, I'm so big. -Oh, stop.

Girl, if I looked half as good as you when I was pregnant,

I would have been modeling Victoria's Secrets.

Oh, please.

You're perfect. Stop it.

-You look great. -Thank you.

So good to see you.

Um, so... You know what? Excuse me.

-I-I'll be right back. -You okay?

-Yeah, yeah, okay. -Okay.

Oh, great, thank you for coming.

Thank you so much for coming.

Hey.

Someone's gonna call the cops

if you keep having so much fun.

I'm having fun.

Honey, come on.

You're sitting here by yourself.

Exactly.

Did you know about this?

Marcus, come on.

Please don't do this.

Tessa. Santi. Let's go, huh?

[Tessa] Dad, no.

I said let's go.

Hey, primo, you leaving?

Hey.

I'm sorry, Obispo. He's just not ready.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

Come on, mija.

Hurry up.

I'm sorry, but let's go.

Sorry.

[Maggie] Hey.

You good?

Um...

Yeah. Yeah.

Well, thank you for coming.

Wouldn't miss it.

So, are you ready?

As I'll ever be.

Richie.

Obispo, this is my son.

Richie.

Hey.

[Richie] Hey.

Uh, wait here.

[sighs]

Your daughter's birthday?

Yeah, the youngest. She just turned one.

Hmm.

It's a good age.

My mom said you served?

Yeah.

-You? -Yeah.

But I'm sure she already told you that.

She did.

-Here she is. -[Richie] Here's the little cutie.

-The little birthday monster. -Hi.

-[Bishop laughs] -Hi, sweetie.

-Hi. -Here.

-[laughs] -Take her.

Take her.

-Uh... -Yeah.

Take her.

Here.

Hey. Oh.

Hi.

Wow, isn't she something?

Yeah, she's really something.

-[Bishop mutters] -[baby squeals]

["Chemical Dream" by Mondo Cozmo playing]

Whoa. [chuckles]

-♪ God bless you American lovers ♪ -[singing along]

♪ Holding hands in atomic summers, yeah ♪

♪ Out here in the middle of the forest ♪

♪ No one hears you and no one calls us ♪

♪ Spotlight on the sounds of glory ♪

♪ With a cool 45 and a cigarette hanging from your lips, yeah ♪

♪ And someday, bro, you will find the man of your dreams ♪

♪ A tall motherfucker with diamonds and things, yeah ♪

♪ I could never call it for you, girl, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ She goes, all my life is a chemical dream ♪

♪ All my life is a chemical dream ♪

-[pounding on door] -♪ All my life is a chemical dream ♪

♪ All my life is a chemical dream ♪

-♪ And it's honestly ♪ -♪ All my life is a chemical dream ♪

♪ It's all... ♪

[Leticia] You've been served, motherfucker!

[whooping]

♪ All my life is a chemical dream ♪

♪ All my life is a chemical dream ♪

-♪ Yeah, I tried my best ♪ -♪ All my life is a chemical dream ♪

♪ All my life is a chemical dream. ♪

[door opens]

[basketball bouncing]

[door clangs shut]

[Smokey] This is an interesting twist.

I got your message.

But you missed.

I don't miss.

If you weren't supposed to be standing here,

you wouldn't be.

Who is it?

You said there was a rat in my club.

Who is it?

I respect you going back out on the yard.

Mayans getting pushed out of chiva...

I ain't got no use for you now, homie.

I ain't going nowhere, homie.

You said there was a rat in my club.

I need to know who it is

to make it right.

[sighs]

When I was in High Desert,

my cousin Jay-Jay, mi primo,

was calling the shots up in Stockton.

Took a shine to this youngster.

Brought him into the car to program.

Then, one night, this fool...

he gets rolled up and he disappears like a ghost.

In for murder, but suddenly he's back on the street,

running with you guys?

When my cousin got out, we would talk.

I'd look forward to it.

Even if he was always crying about how hard it is.

Talking to a man doing all day and night,

and this little bitch is crying

about trying to get a job while on paper.

I just need to know the name.

One day,

Jay-Jay starts talking about

how he reconnected with that homeboy,

who was doing time for killing a cop.

Now...

he's calling shots for the Mayans.

Jay-Jay said he had a plan.

He's gonna do right by his old lady,

see his girls.

Was gonna press this fool EZ Reyes.

Then... the calls stopped.

That was the last time anyone heard from him.

[basketball bounces]

One shot.

You make it,

I'll lift that green light on you, homie.

Vargas. Visitor.

Next time.

[basketball bouncing]

[busy chatter]

[lock buzzes]

Hey, bro.

You good, man?

You don't got to worry about anything.

The club will continue to put money on your books.

[sighs]

Sorry I haven't come out.

I know what it's like...

...when they stop calling your name for visits.

When they stop calling your name for mail call.

Trip up to Stockton was hard for my pop.

Yeah, it's a long way, and...

and he had the shop.

And my brother. [scoffs]

[sharp exhale]

Well, the few times he came out...

...that meant a lot to me.

Hey. We're getting back on top on the outside.

You're gonna feel the impact in here soon.

All right? No more looking over your shoulder--

"If you bleed..."

"I'll bleed beside you."

"If you tire..."

"I will carry you."

We made you a king.

And you ain't nothing but a fucking rat.

I'm about to take this club to heights it's never seen.

If we stop that now, our brothers

will have died for nothing.

They've already died for nothing.

For lies.

My life is over.

I've thrown it away for your fucking lies.

I fucking believed in you.

Believe in me just a little bit longer.

We are on the verge of greatness.

This is too important.

Too many lives are at risk.

I'm gonna get word to Hank.

I'm gonna burn all this shit down.

Sorry, brother.

Creep, get off me!

-[grunting] -Guards!

Guards, help me!

Get off me!

Get him off me. Aah!

Get him off me! Help me! Help me!

-[grunting] -Get him off me!

Help me, help me! Aah!

-Get him off me. -[thudding]

[grunting]

[guard] Get off him!

-[grunting] -[alarm blaring]

[Creeper] I didn't touch him!

I didn't touch him!

I didn't fucking touch him!

I didn't touch him!

[man speaking indistinctly over P.A.]

I didn't touch him!

Tessa, take Santi inside.

Did I do something bad?

No, sweetheart.

Not at all.

Come on, Santi.

[car door opens]

[car door closes]

You know, I-I've...

I've given you enough time

to grieve for your old life.

But you're about to lose your new life, too.

I won't live like this.

No.

I won't raise our kids like this.

So it's your choice.

Look, Izzy, I'm...

So be here.

Or lose us.

Forever.

[car door opens]

[Emily] Do you have children?

[Devlin] Society's wired us to feel

that I'm missing out on something,

but... [laughs]

I don't think I am.

Go.

I think all you're missing out on are sleepless nights.

[laughs] Thankfully, I still have plenty of those.

Do you regret having children?

That's a very strange question to ask a mother.

I'm just curious. Aside from adequate rest,

I just, I'm wondering what it is I'm missing.

I guess maybe...

...just a deep, primal love

that is completely out of your control.

That... [sighs]

That sounds more painful than enjoyable.

Yeah. Yeah, it's terrifying.

But it's freeing

to love something so much more than yourself.

I think motherhood is too often thought of

as this soft thing.

No one mentions the lengths you'll go to,

the darkness you are capable of,

to keep your child safe.

Your husband--

Is right here.

Ah, Mr. Galindo.

Your wife and child have been graciously

keeping me company.

It was lovely...

chatting with you, Mrs. Galindo.

Emily.

Please, call me Emily.

Beautiful family.

Thank you. And you are...?

Patricia Devlin, deputy assistant inspector general,

Investigations Division, OIG, San Diego Field Office.

Hmm.

-That's quite the title. -Mm.

May I ask you what brings you to my house?

Uh...

Do you happen to know...

the DOJ's monthly spend on this property?

$36,476

and... 26 cents.

That number and a few others have brought me here.

If you have a warrant, I'd love to see it.

If not, maybe this is a conversation

more suited for my attorneys...

Oh, please.

Let's sit. [chuckles]

Don't worry.

Your sins are out of my jurisdiction.

I don't know how much you know about the...

inspector general's office, but we only investigate--

Your own.

[chuckles] Well, not my own.

I don't care what badge or nameplate you have.

If you're a bad actor,

not one of mine.

Don't get me wrong, Mr. Galindo,

I know you're a bad man.

And unlike the cynics...

...I think bad men will always fall.

And you will fall.

The best you have to hope for

is several hundred years in prison.

But...

I believe there's someone much worse.

And if you help us, if you help...

enlighten us into the special relationship

the two of you have...

...then I am here to offer you

the possibility of getting out in time...

for your son's wedding.

Is that your sales pitch?

I mean... [chuckles]

To offer a free man a cage?

You actually think you're free?

It'll take just one little rock

and your little glass house will come crashing down.

A trigger is being squeezed, Mr. Galindo.

I am here...

to give you a chance to choose...

...which side of the barrel you want to be on.

Metaphorically speaking, of course.

I abhor violence.

Not only the cowards like yourself who engage in it.

But even more so

those who enable it...

and profit from it.

I see you've been careful

to not mention Lincoln Potter by name.

Well, it appears you knew exactly

who I was speaking about.

No need.

It's obvious...

that you are losing your family, sir.

If anything...

...I'm giving you the opportunity to fight to keep it.

♪

♪

Uh, I got him, I got him.

-They here? -Yeah.

Just, uh, brought 'em in through the south side

of the building.

Hey.

Limit contact.

Let's make sure this goes smooth, all right?

Hey, what's up, man?

♪

[Isaac] Well...

Aren't you a tall glass of water?

[door closes]

I'm sorry.

I'm being rude.

Hi, I'm Isaac.

I know who the fuck you are.

Huh.

And I know who you are, Ezekiel.

But I was not expecting this confidence.

What is this pep in your step, hmm?

You were on the brink of defeat.

What is up your sleeve?

What are you up to?

Besides aligning yourselves now with those fucking pigs.

Iron War.

A house cat aligning himself

with coyotes.

See what I did there? I called you a pussy.

[Lucky] All right. All right.

Thank you, everybody, for making the trip to neutral ground.

Everybody's been patted down for weapons.

So now let's try and reach a...

-What is it, man? -Is that everyone?

[EZ] We're prepared to accept your full surrender.

We will continue to wear the California patch,

and the Sons will shut down

their San Bernardino chapter immediately--

Where's Coco?

Coco.

Hey, where's our friend?

Wasn't your fucking friend.

Is. Was. I...

Wasn't?

You fucking shot him down in Oakland, motherfucker.

No...

We did?

Coco?

-Um... -[clears throat]

[chuckles]

I didn't know.

All that effort for nothing.

Don't let the guilt weigh you down.

Our lamb was already on his path.

-We're prepared to accept your full surrender. -[sighs]

-We will continue to wear the California patch... -Mm-mm.

...and the Sons will shut down

the San Bernardino chapter immediately.

I was hoping to...

I was looking forward to the reunion.

And now...

this just feels futile...

...and pointless.

-We are prepared to acc-- -Stop fucking talking!

Do you realize how boring you fucking sound?

Coco gave this to me.

And now I'll never be able to return the favor.

We are prepared to accept your full surrender.

We will continue to wear the California patch.

And the Sons will shut down

the San Bernardino chapter immediately.

What am I crashing towards?

Is it you?

Man, fuck this fucking psycho.

-[clamoring] -Stand down!

Hey. Hey! Stand down!

No violence. You both agreed to that.

Well, I renege on my agreement.

Maybe it's the grief talking, but...

I'm not leaving this room until someone dies.

Come on.

Let's have some fun.

Let's beat a big fucking drum

and dance in the streets for Coco.

Our brother is free.

Who wants to go?

-I got this. -No, no.

-Right now. -[Otero] I got this.

For Manny. What's up?

What's up?

Did you think I was...

Fucking pussy.

Look at you guys.

Bunch of brutes.

No.

[clears throat]

Let's fuck shit up.

Let's each appoint a delegate from our fodder.

The best of mine against the best of yours.

[chuckles]

Eenie, meenie, minie...

Oh, man, I'd really love to subvert expectations, but...

Moe.

That's it! Everybody out. Everybody out! Now!

Each of you agreed to no violence.

One second, Lucky.

When I said I'd bleed for you, I meant it.

[Angel] EZ...

What the fuck are you doing?

EZ.

-[grunting] -[laughing]

Fuck.

[grunting]

Get his ass!

-[men cheering] -Get the fuck up!

[grunting]

-Let's go. -Come on, EZ.

[cheering]

Yeah. Get him. Get him!

[grunting]

EZ, man, get up. Man, get up!

-EZ, get up! -[overlapping shouting]

-Fuck this motherfucker! -Get up. Fuck.

Oh...

Let's go!

-Get up, EZ. -Get up, EZ.

-Come on. -Get up.

-Get up! -[overlapping shouting]

-EZ, let's go! -EZ, get up.

-[groaning] -Let's go, EZ.

Get up, EZ!

-Come on, EZ. -Come on.

Don't give up. Come on!

-Let's go. -Let's go.

[overlapping shouting]

-Get up! -Let's go!

Come on, get up.

-Get up. -Come on, EZ.

[overlapping shouting]

[both groaning]

[overlapping shouting]

[grunting]

EZ, let's go!

[blows landing]

-[EZ yelling] -Yeah. Get him! Kill him!

Kill him! Fuck yeah!

[panting]

[groans]

[groans]

[sighs]

[spits]

There's your blood, motherfucker.

We are prepared to accept your full surrender.

We will continue to wear the California patch.

It is you.

The Sons will shut down their San Bernardino chapters

immediately.

We're prepared to accept your full surrender.

We will continue to wear the California patch,

and the Sons will close down their San Bernardino chapter

immediately.

[groans, pants]

♪ I needed more ♪

♪ Needed you ♪

♪ To be ♪

♪ With me ♪

♪ I wrote it out ♪

♪ Wrote it out ♪

♪ So you ♪

♪ Might stay ♪

♪ I wrote it out ♪

♪ Wrote it down ♪

♪ So we ♪

♪ Could play ♪

♪ There in your eyes ♪

♪ How many times ♪

♪ Can a heart ♪

♪ Go back? ♪

♪ We took the life ♪

♪ That we made ♪

♪ We put it all ♪

♪ On track ♪

♪ For everyone ♪

♪ Else to see ♪

♪ Bigger than ♪

♪ Ourselves ♪

♪ Made it all ♪

♪ Did the dance ♪

♪ Came out through ♪

♪ This hell. ♪

♪

We need to talk about your brother.

He said...

some things.

[loud rock music playing]

[overlapping chatter]

[laughing]

[whistles]

-Hey, Lou. -[music stops]

Hey, now this is a fucking Mayan!

[pounding continues]

Fuck yeah!

[chanting] EZ! EZ! EZ! EZ!

[chanting continues]

-[chanting continues] -[pounding]

EZ! EZ! EZ!

[whistling, cheering]

EZ! EZ! EZ!

EZ! EZ! EZ! EZ!

[chanting continues]

[muffled chanting, whistling]

[chanting stops abruptly]

[footsteps echoing]

[crickets chirping]

[muffled screaming]

Little Butterfly told me how to find your nest.

-[Letty whimpering] -Mmm.

Mmm. You really do look so much like him.

Wow. Maybe not the...

Roman, protruding nose, but... [chuckles]

the eyes.

[Letty whimpering]

They don't lie.

[muffled groaning]

Your father took something from me.

[whimpering]

-If you want it back... -[Hope screaming]

you're gonna have to do something for me.

-[Hope screaming] -Hmm?

[whimpering]

♪

["Twisted Highway" by Erika Wennerstrom playing]

♪ It's been a long and twisted highway ♪

♪ Through so many setting suns ♪

♪ And, oh, my fingers, how they bled ♪

♪ From gripping on for so long ♪

♪ And then I let my spirit fly away ♪

♪ Oh, to see from a different point of view ♪

♪ And then I gazed and I was so amazed ♪

♪ Oh, I've been so blind ♪

♪ I could not see what was right in front of me ♪

♪ Can you hear my heartbeat? ♪

♪ It pounds on. ♪

[baby laughing]