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Mr. InBetween.

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- Previously on "Mayans M.C."...

- There's a reason

your life is on the other side of the fence.

Every time you cross that border,

your wife loses a little piece of you.

- I never did a paternity or DNA test on Miguel.

I knew he was your son.

- Does anyone else know?

- No, of course not,

and no one ever will.

- I don't get it. What the fuck's this mean?

- Isabel Varela, Ignacio Cortina--

those are their real names.

I saw pictures of Pop with Jose Galindo.

- Señorita Palomo could create

a most unsettling wave of democracy.

- We think Adelita might have used her prenatal downtime

to create new relationships.

- I know you have your reasons

for keeping things on the down-low,

but I'd at least like to tell my family I'm having a kid.

- Let's wait until she's born and we're all safe.

[both speaking Spanish]

- No, Adelita!

[gunfire]

- Queen bee's inside, gentlemen.

- [speaking Spanish]

- Come on.

[engines rumbling]

[heavy, brooding rock music]

*

[indistinct chatter]

*

- This is what we have. Looks good.

- Okay.

[car door slams] - Yeah.

[indistinct radio chatter]

- Major.

- Mr. Potter, Agent Linares.

Sitrep.

Oh, yesterday's roundup.

[cage rattling]

- You put her in a fucking dog cage?

- We didn't have a cell.

- Jesus Christ.

- She's pregnant, troglodyte.

[cage rattling]

[speaking Spanish]

- Agent Collins, get her vitals.

Make sure the baby's okay. - Yeah.

- I'm fine.

So is she.

- [speaking Spanish]

Bathroom.

[indistinct radio chatter]

[sighs]

- [speaking indistinctly]

- Don't you find it odd

that our Ivy League prince took it upon himself

to track and snare the deadly rebel queen?

- A little out of character, I guess, but we got her.

Cleared the board.

- Yes.

We declawed the rebels, and, uh, handed Galindo the reins

to Sonora and eastern Baja.

- And we control those reins.

- Yet with all that control...

the rabble still rises.

Strikes, riots, civil empowerment.

And with the inevitable tariffs,

I fear the left will use the chaos

as a fast lane to el Palacio Nacional.

- Mr. Potter, we found a clearing

less than a klick away.

We can easily land a bird there.

- Flying a Black Hawk in the middle of a goat village

might undermine our need for diplomatic discretion.

- We will transport our asset tomorrow morning.

We'll need a few strategic scenarios.

- "A few"?

- I want options, Major.

We must assume behind every local face

hides a potential spy.

And if we're being watched or deceived...

we'll have to decide

which shell to put the pea under.

- Well, I have six men here, another four on the way.

Is that enough for your shell game?

- We'll make sure you have enough.

Excuse us.

I'll need you to reach out to Galindo.

I might need his help.

[chair clatters]

[speaking Spanish]

- [speaking Spanish]

- [speaking Spanish]

- You don't care about me or my child.

Answer the question.

- We're taking you to a federal holding facility.

We'll keep you healthy and comfortable

until the birth.

Then...

we'll want to know all the things you know.

We'll torture you.

But that probably won't work,

so we'll use your child as leverage.

I, uh, have a theory--

a blasphemous one.

I don't believe King Solomon was a wise man at all.

I think he was a malevolent sadist

who just got lucky.

A mother's love knows no boundaries...

Nor can it hide the truth that holds it.

[somber acoustic guitar music]

*

- When did you get back?

- Just now. [clears throat]

- Miguel.

Miguel, what happened?

- [sighs, grunts]

We were, um...

taking Adelita to meet one of her benefactors.

Potter's mercs tracked us.

We were trapped, a village outside of Tecate.

- Jesus.

- When we realized they were there,

Adelita grabbed a gun and ran from us.

Made it look like Alvarez and I were there

to hunt her down.

We told the mercs we got a tip from the locals.

She sacrificed herself,

and I just let her do it.

- She did it to protect everything, baby.

It was her choice. - I know.

I just feel so fucking...

powerless and...

We've seen what Potter can do.

His head games and...

emotional torture.

He--he's gonna fuck her up.

The baby...

I should have helped her. [stammers]

How did I let this happen?

[sighs]

[cup clatters softly]

- [stammers]

The way you talk about her...

It's obvious there's a connection.

Is it more than that?

Do you love her?

- Wait, what?

No, no, no. [stammers, laughs]

God, no.

Em, no, it--it's nothing like that, all right?

There--there is no...

Look, I went from hating Adelita...

to...

understanding her and, um...

eventually...

respecting her,

I mean, the things she did.

And for these past few months, uh...

watching her singular devotion--

I mean, this selfless need to help her people--

I mean, it's potent and...

It's beautiful.

I grew envious.

I wanted some of that.

- Mm-hmm.

- You're right.

Hmm.

I've gone out of my way to be around Adelita,

but it wasn't about her.

It was about me.

- You know, the things you did in the other world...

The conflict that spun inside of you...

I was always your touchstone, Miguel.

You know, our family, our lives, your business--

everything on this side of the border

was honest and real.

That's the thing you wanted to be around.

That's what you thought was beautiful.

- Oh, I still do, mi amor.

Look, I know I've been distracted.

[stammers] It's all...

[sighs] Look, everything's changed, all right?

This play with Potter, it--

it has so many moving pieces. [stammering]

I can barely know what-- - You know what?

You can lie to me, Miguel, but don't lie to yourself.

Look, up till now, the DOJ con has been nothing but a win.

Your drug trade has nearly doubled.

More power, more territories.

I have watched you ride that success.

You haven't struggled with it, baby.

You've embraced it.

*

- I'm sorry.

I guess I just didn't see it.

I...

didn't realize I was that far away.

- I know.

- I'm sorry to interrupt, but-- - Hey.

Please, Marcus, not right now.

- It's Potter.

- Take it.

[sighs] Let me know if you need anything.

- Em...

[sighs]

[sat phone beeps]

Yeah.

[melancholy guitar music]

[engines rumbling]

*

[engines turn off]

- Jefe.

What's up?

- Swole Boys. - Yeah, uh--

- We ran into them on the way up to Stockton.

- So did we...on the way back.

- A fist-fuck of a snafu.

Riz went down.

- Sorry, I never thought they would be--

- That's always my worry, Angel.

You never think beyond the action.

- The shit with Medina kind of pulled focus, man.

It ain't his fault.

- Hey, shut the fuck up, prospect.

You're right, Prez.

I fucked up, man.

You know, he ain't know any better, but I did.

Let the table decide. I'll take the hit.

Stand down till then.

[door clicks open]

- Bishop! Alvarez on the burner.

- What the fuck are you doing?

You want your jaw cracked again?

- Sorry, I just...

- [chuckles]

- Prez hit you up? - Yeah.

Who knew the Swole Boys would be stupid enough

to go after the fucking M.C.?

- We did.

- Fuck, mercs got Adelita.

Gotta meet Alvarez and Galindo at the warehouse.

[melancholy music]

*

[car door clicks open]

*

[car door slams]

- Angel. Hey, talk to me.

What are you doing?

You can't do that here.

*

- [sighs]

[crying softly]

*

- Come on, Chucky.

- [sniffles]

*

[dramatic music]

*

- * Mother of exiles

* The torch of hope

* In the toss of the tempest

* Threw us Madison's rope

* But the brazen giant

* With limbs astride

* Blocks the golden door

* To the U.S. of Lies

* Damn your huddled masses

* Scrub our floors

* Cut our grasses

* I am a wolf

* A wild cur

* Cut from the pack

* With blood on my fur

* Every howl

* Marks the debt

* 'Cause a beaten dog

* Never forgets

* Every howl

* Marks the debt

* 'Cause a beaten dog

* Never forgets

*

* Never forgets

*

[door clicks open and shut]

- I'm glad you're here, primo.

Taza.

[soft laughter]

- Thank you for coming. - Of course.

- They're up to speed.

- Good, we should go. Can talk on the way.

[suspenseful music]

*

- Why would Potter ask you to help transport Adelita?

Hobart's got an army.

- I don't think he wants my help.

I think it's a test.

- See if we can be trusted.

- He's setting you up?

- Look, if I'm Potter,

I'm starting to see too many anomalies.

All the damage he's done to the L.O.,

and yet rebellion is on the rise.

Right, strikes, protests--

- Killing the mercs to save Mini...

he read that as a rebel reboot.

- And yesterday's close call.

Maybe you being there was a little convenient.

- Yes.

Look, we've played this smart right under Potter's nose,

but now he's not quite sure what.

He just knows there's something he doesn't know.

- Friends in high places. [chuckles]

- Señorita Palomo.

- [speaking Spanish]

- [speaking Spanish]

- [speaking Spanish]

- You know Mr. Alvarez. - Yeah.

And our associates from Santo Padre.

- I'm Bishop. This is Taza, Hank.

- Bishop. - Pleasure.

- Taza.

Navajo?

- Mostly Apache, Comanche, little Sephardic Jew.

- [chuckles softly]

That's a long lineage of holocausts.

- Amen, sister.

- At our table, we call you the saint.

- I'm not the saint, gentlemen.

Adelita is.

Let's find a way to bring her home.

- [sighs]

- Sorry for losing my shit.

- Is it Adelita?

I know you had a thing for her,

but you really haven't said much about it

since she locked down Galindo.

- I haven't said much of anything to you

since we locked down Galindo.

- [chuckles]

Good point.

You can now.

Say shit.

I'm here.

- The man I thought was Felipe Reyes

is waiting for a beer.

What should we say to him?

[insects chirping]

- Nothing yet.

We need to get all the intel from Happy.

Then we'll figure it out.

- Yeah.

Can't wait.

- Thank you.

[metal creaking]

[distant train horn blowing]

You all right, mi'jo?

- I'm okay, Pop.

- [sighs]

- I'm sorry...

for shutting you out.

- [sighs] I'm the one who's sorry, son.

I should have done more for you.

Paid attention.

- I was so pissed off, Pop,

it wouldn't have mattered.

Everything you and Mom tried to do...

it was just something for me to hate.

- Well...

I guess we're all a little fucked up.

[soft laughter]

[engine rumbling]

[engine shuts off]

- Sorry to bother you.

Taza called.

Bishops wants everyone

at the dress warehouse ASAP.

- He say why? - [chuckles]

- I'm very rarely privy to the "why."

I'm quite content to be part of the "what."

- Thanks, Chucky.

- I'm very relieved to see your familial ties

are once again tightly bound.

I hope to know that someday.

[engine turning over] - [laughs]

[engine revving]

- He's an odd little guy.

- [laughs]

[panel chirps]

- Ring the buzzer when you're finished.

- Thank you. - Mm-hmm.

[curious music]

[door clicks shut]

*

- [grunts]

- Right here.

[latches clicking] [indistinct chatter]

[hammer tapping]

[guns clicking]

- It's confirmed.

Our Mexicali contact in the Policía Estatal,

his whole unit's been put on standby--48 hours.

That only happens for natural disasters

or diplomatic security.

- And our girl at the U.S. border

confirms the U.S. side.

Her unit's been pulled off patrol units for two days.

Some shit about "assessing border integrity."

- Potter cleared both sides of the wall

to open up a fucking hole.

- No camera, guards, or records.

- Her unit covers the Alamo River

from the Verde Drain,

which means the feds should cut a hole somewhere...

in here.

- If Alvarez meets the bullshit transport

at this exit... heading west,

safe house gotta be somewhere between TJ highway

and the hole in the wall.

- It's mostly desert, barren land.

Only a few small towns.

- Palomo came through.

- We had her use some sway to check local records,

realty databases, see if any outside parties recently bought

or rented with cash, paid in advance.

- The last month, there was three cash buys

from outside the state.

30 acres of farmland along this canal right here,

a warehouse near the quarry right here,

and a two-story unit in the hillside village.

- It's not the farmland.

- I can have my people there in less than an hour.

Check the quarry, the village, find out where they have her.

- We need to move while it's still dark.

- We'll put our piece together and head out.

We'll coordinate once we're in place.

- I'll do whatever I can on this side.

- When this goes down, you need to be seen in town.

Just another day.

- I know.

There are cars waiting outside the tunnel--

clean, with plates.

Everything else you need should be here.

If it's not, I'll get it.

[wood creaking] [shoes scuffing]

[indistinct chatter]

[mischievous music]

*

[objects clattering]

[ammo cartridges clicking]

- When we get the intel from Pablo,

we'll set up observation points.

Can't miss anything, coming or going.

- We'll put the prospect on one of those.

- Whatever you need.

- How's the leg?

- You know, sore.

In a good way. - All right, you're in.

Angel, you set up in the Ariza tunnel.

We need someone on comms. - What?

No, fuck that. I gotta be on this.

- You know how this works.

Until we table what happened in Berdoo,

you take a step back.

- No, man, that can't happen.

Not now.

- Yeah, it can, and it just fucking did.

[objects crashing]

- Man, fuck you.

You can't stop me from doing this.

I'm going to Mexico to find her.

If you wanna fucking stop me, rey de los mayas,

you're gonna have to fucking put a bullet in my back.

[tense music]

*

- Whatever problem you have with me, we settle it now,

'cause if you ever call me out again,

shit on the respect I've earned,

I'm gonna cut you into pieces,

bury you in a fucking hole, and piss in it.

*

[both grunting]

*

- Fuck you.

[grunting] It's my kid!

Adelita--it's my fucking kid! [panting]

It's my kid.

- Jesus Christ. - [panting]

- [sighs]

[hands slap]

- [grunts]

[panting]

I'm sorry. [sighs]

We connected that day at casino.

I started doing the relief runs with her.

It just happened, man. [sighs]

We didn't want to step on business,

so we kept it quiet. [sighs]

- Anyone else know it's your kid?

- No, no, she wouldn't let me tell anyone.

You don't want to argue with her.

- Hmm.

Shithead. - [sighs]

[laughter]

Come here.

All right.

We stay in touch on the sat phones.

Let's move.

[suspenseful music]

*

[distant chatter, dog barking]

[birds chirping]

[dog barking] [EZ sighs]

- Any other vehicles coming or going?

- No, just those three.

- You get a head count?

- So far, we've seen three teams

bringing in supplies.

Definitely mercs.

Probably got a full unit protecting her.

- Good work, brother.

Collect your people. Stay out of sight.

And the homeowner, pay him off.

- Gracias. - De nada.

[sat phone ringing]

- Yeah?

Taza.

[sat phone beeps]

- You set?

- Yeah, there's only one way up to the garage--

side stairwell.

Got a clear sight line. - Good.

- Alvarez know? - Yeah.

He's keeping Galindo in the loop.

[sat phone beeps]

[cell phone rings]

- I'm here.

- We confirmed the safe house.

- [sighs] That's good news.

- Do your thing today.

I'll hit you up when I know more.

- Thank you.

- We're clear on our side, yeah.

Cartel confirm? - Confirmed.

Okay, hold on.

Hobart's ready. Alvarez is in place.

- As Sandburg says, "Give it birth."

Yes, go. - Green light.

- You got it. - Got it.

- Track down Señor Galindo.

I think we should have some face time today.

I am, uh...

I'm curious to see if he'll blink.

- Okay, let's go.

- Yes, ma'am.

- Hmm.

Adelita.

- All right, we have been activated.

You all know your assignments. Gear up.

[indistinct chatter]

These are our locals.

Make sure they get their next payment.

- You got it.

[sighs]

[dramatic music]

That bastard in your belly...

it's the only reason I haven't slit your throat.

*

- And maybe someday,

that bastard will slit yours.

*

- [speaking Spanish]

*

[sat phone chirps] - Got movement.

- We got six mercs...

and looks like a pregnant woman.

- That's Hobart with her. - Is it Adelita?

- Here they come.

[dog barking]

- Fuck, got her hooded.

[engines turning over]

[engine revving]

- Heading west.

- Call it in. Let everyone know.

They're headed toward Alvarez.

This has gotta be the decoy.

[engine rumbling]

- We'll call Alvarez.

- Why put Hobart on a bullshit run?

He's their shot caller.

What if Galindo was wrong...

and that was Adelita in the first one?

- If the second one never leaves,

then we make that decision.

- What decision?

Alvarez takes down the fucking transport.

[sucks teeth, scoffs]

- Trinkets for your darling?

- Something like that.

I didn't expect to see you today,

everything that's going on.

- Sometimes things run more smoothly

when I'm not around.

And besides, with your men helping us now...

my mind's at ease.

Thought I might do a little shopping myself.

- Good for you. Enjoy.

- Maybe you can help me.

New girlfriend.

I-I want to get her something special,

something that says, "I really want this to work,"

a, uh... [stammers]

A thoughtful token that establishes trust

and--and...

dare I say, commitment.

- Mm.

Maybe buy her flowers,

take her to dinner, or, you know...

just tell her how you feel.

The gifts, promises, hyperbolic flattery--

at the end of the day, they're meaningless...

hollow.

- Hmm.

- A woman worthy of your affection would know that.

- Hmm.

You are very wise, señor.

I know we got off to a rocky start,

but our arrangement...

I really feel like we're in sync now.

Would you agree?

- I hope that's true.

You set the pace, Mr. Potter.

I'm just following your lead.

Trying not to make the same mistakes my father made.

Good luck with the girl.

- Thank you.

[car door slams] [engine turning over]

Hmm.

[engine revving]

[touch-tones beeping]

[line rings and clicks]

I, uh--I think we need to change our plan.

- Why?

Did Galindo blink?

- No, but, uh,

I'm afraid I may have.

I can't read him.

I don't like that.

Let's, uh--let's play it safe.

Call Hobart's men. We'll go to scenario three.

Okay? - Yeah.

[cell phone beeps]

[cigarette crackles]

- [grunts softly]

- Must have been rough doing eight years...

looking at 20.

[scoffs] Shit, 18 months in Chino

almost killed me.

- You figure it out.

After a while...

It's all you know.

- You mad I didn't come up that much?

- No.

- I was a shitty brother. - Not anymore.

[soft dramatic music]

*

You're gonna be a good father, Angel.

*

- What happens here, bro?

You know, with her...

a baby?

[laughs softly]

You know I'ma fuck it all up.

*

- Your promise to Adelita...

carrying the weight of that secret...

The shit that went down

with you and Bishop last night...

Clearly, you put your family first.

Look at us.

Fucking cholo brigade.

[both laugh softly]

*

Everyone talks about love and family...

But people don't do what you're doing, Angel.

In any world.

*

And if you ever forget that

or have any doubt about how good you are,

I'll be there...

to slap you in back of the head.

- [chuckles]

- Gentle reminder.

*

[sat phone crackles] - Got something.

- It's déjà fucking vu.

[suspenseful music]

- This has gotta be them.

*

- That's it. [car door slams]

[engine turning over]

*

[engine rumbling]

This is it. Gear up.

*

- Get your gear, boy scout.

*

[horn honking]

[ball bouncing]

[horn honking]

*

- What the fuck?

- Coming.

*

[dog barking]

[Adelita whimpering softly]

- [speaking Spanish]

[sat phone chirps]

- He's staying on course, due east.

- We gotta do this before he hits the desert.

If Potter has state police on call,

that backup will be too close.

[keys clacking] - Gives us about 20, 25 miles,

but the towns get more populated

before we hit the sand.

- Yeah, we should do it soon.

This is about as remote as we're gonna get.

- Copy that. Eyes are open.

[tires squealing]

[lively music playing over speakers]

[bell jingles]

- [chuckles]

[laughs]

- Hi, Felipe.

- [speaking Spanish]

[laughs]

How are you? Ooh.

- I'm good.

- Okay, what do you need?

I have more stuff inside the box, of course.

- No, I'm good, thank you.

I just wanted to, uh,

talk to you for a little.

*

- Okay.

Wait a minute.

*

[sign clatters]

*

Here, sit down.

- Oh.

[crate clatters]

- What's on your mind?

*

- You know what's going on with Miguel's mother.

*

Her mood, her behavior, it's just taking a toll...

on Miguel, me, the family.

We're just trying to figure out the right thing to do.

- If this is about me driving...

Dita back home, Alvarez already put me on, uh--

- No, it is about...

you and Dita,

but I am not trying to push you away, Felipe.

The other day, I saw your truck parked

near the medical building

where Dita had her appointment.

*

I'm guessing she spent more time

talking to you than her shrink.

- Well, you're gonna have to ask her that.

- That is the problem:

she won't tell us anything.

*

Do you know what happened that night?

The fire?

- Yes.

- Then you understand why we're worried.

- I don't know anything more than you do.

*

[tissue paper rustling]

*

That's you...

with Dita.

*

Ignacio Cortina.

Federal police out of Sonora.

Were you working for Miguel's father?

Protection?

- Where'd you get this?

- I found a similar photo in Dita's room.

I knew it was you.

It just didn't make any sense,

so I went to storage, looked through family records,

found these...

All with Dita's personal stuff.

Travel itineraries.

Like, that's Venezuela.

There's New York, San Francisco, Venice.

There was more in the box.

You were with Dita every time she left Sonora.

Her...

protector?

- These things...

They were buried in a box.

[sighs]

They were there for a reason.

They should have been burned.

None of this can help you or Dita.

You have to trust me, Emily.

This history...

All it will do is hurt the ones you love.

[melancholy guitar music]

*

[exhales sharply]

- [sniffles]

*

I'm sorry. - It's okay.

Does he know... about the photos?

All the stuff you found?

- EZ? - No.

Miguel, your husband.

Has he seen it?

- No.

No one has.

*

[bell jingles]

- [breathing heavily]

[speaking Spanish]

- Keep her quiet.

- [speaking Spanish]

- Gotta do it now.

- We're moving in.

[tense music]

- Right behind you.

*

[engine revving]

*

[Adelita panting, moaning]

- Hey, we got a tail. You clocking this?

[Adelita yelps, gasps]

[speaking Spanish]

- What is going on? - [speaking Spanish]

- Dude, her water just broke! - [panting]

- Motherfucker!

- [moaning]

*

- What the hell is this?

- No idea.

[Adelita gasping, moaning]

*

- You okay?

- It's not her. - What's the plan?

- Just drive.

*

[rooster crowing, dog barking]

- Fuck!

She's gotta be in the first car.

Wasn't a decoy.

Alvarez will have to take the car down.

- Yeah, I got Alvarez's sat phone lighting up.

He's got about a half an hour before he hits TJ.

This time of day, it'll be jammed.

Stop-and-go traffic.

- Fuck.

[dog barking]

[horn honks]

[laughter]

[horn honking]

*

- It wasn't stopping for the kids.

- What are you talking about?

- There was a third car, a blue station wagon.

I saw it when I went back for the gear.

It pulled in front of the carport.

I-I thought it stopped for the kids.

- Shit, it was waiting for other passengers.

- Prospect, who was in the car?

- Too far for details,

but it looked like a man and woman.

- Woman could be one of Potter's.

- The station wagon's heading to Mexicali.

Had to stay south to avoid us.

- Yeah, but once you clear these two towns,

everything leads to Route 2.

It's the only way to the hole in the wall.

- If Alvarez has to take down that transport,

who knows what the fuck Potter will do?

Everything blows up.

- If she's in that third car,

we can catch it before Alvarez crosses.

[dramatic music]

- You won't have to make that call.

*

- We can buy a ride to the tunnel.

*

- Then pick your crew.

Go get Adelita.

- Creep, you with us. - All right.

- Let's move. - Let's ride.

[saw whirring]

- Yeah.

What's your ETA?

- We just crossed marker 234.

- Everything good with our asset?

- Yeah.

- Okay, good.

- [grunts] [metal clangs]

- That was Agent Collins.

Scenario three's going smoothly,

so Adelita should be here just about sunset.

- Lovely.

And our army limousine? - On schedule.

I didn't think you'd want two tactical Humvees

sitting by a hole in the wall until it was dark.

- Hmm.

[indistinct chatter]

Hmm.

- Yeah.

Okay, primo, let us know.

[Tower of Power's "What is Hip?"]

Adelita wasn't in the other car.

*

- What do we do?

*

- Load everything we got.

- * But you ain't just exactly sure what's hip *

*

* Starting to let your hair grow *

* Spend big bucks to top your wardrobe *

* But somehow you know

- This might be it.

- * What is hip?

- * Tell me, tell me if you think you know *

- * What is hip?

- * If you're really hip

* The passing years will show *

- That's it.

- * Maybe hipper than hip

* What is hip?

*

- Someone's coming up pretty hot.

- Should I call it in?

- Hold on.

*

Shit.

Yeah, call him.

*

[sat phone ringing]

- Yeah.

Shit.

- Give it to me.

Hello? What's happening?

*

- They're definitely not friendlies.

We're trying to outrun them. [gunshot]

- * What is hip?

- Hello?

Agent?

Linares, call our friends at Policía Estata now.

- * The passing years will show *

- Agent Collins!

[gunfire]

- * What is hip?

- * I, I'd like to know

- Shit!

- Get ready!

- * Is it in the style of your hair? *

[gunshots]

- It's the fucking M.C.

- * The clothes that you wear? *

[gunshot] - [grunts]

- Collins! [gunshot]

- * What is hip, y'all?

- That's her! She's in the back!

You gotta slow down! - Hold on!

- Hey, Coco, ready, ready, ready?

- Easy! Careful!

- Yeah, go, go, go, go.

- * I wanna know what hip is

*

- It's not slowing down! - What are you doing?

*

[tires squealing]

*

- Fuck, y'all.

- [coughing]

- [grunts]

- Oh, Jesus, thank God. - Angel?

- Come here, come here, come here, come here.

- [stammers] What are you doing here?

- What do you mean?

[siren wailing]

- You have to go, all of you.

- What are you talking about? We came for you!

- No, I can't go.

[wailing continues]

This is what needs to happen.

Potter thinks I'm the threat.

If he has me, he'll stop chasing everything else:

Montserrat, Galindo.

It all keeps going, everything we planned.

- No, that--come on, please. Come on, come on, come on!

- Angel, I need you to keep it going, please.

[wailing continues]

Promise me.

- [panting]

- Come on, Angel, we gotta go!

[somber music]

- We'll be fine.

- Please don't. - You have to let me go.

- Please don't.

- Angel, come on, dog! Come on!

*

- Okay, Angel, we gotta go.

Come on. Come with me.

- Come on, hermano!

- Angel, we gotta go! Now, go!

- Go! - Come on!

- Let's go! Let's go! - Go, go, go, go, go!

[engine revving]

[wailing continues]

*

[dramatic rock music]

*

[baby giggles]

[typewriter clicking, bell dings]

(hard rock music plays)

Esta es mi familia.

This... is my family.

(laughing)

You either get in line...

Or you get run out.

ALL: Divided, we fall. United, we roll.

ANNOUNCER: Mayans. All new Tuesdays at 10:00 on FX.

-I'm cold. -It's not cold. Just come to me.

-I'll keep you warm, I promise. -Fine.

(woman giggling)

(woman screams)

ANNOUNCER: AHS 1984.

All new, Wednesdays at 10:00 on FX.

-ALL: Three! -I sharpen my teeth.

-ALL: Two! -Too hard, too fast.

-ALL: One! -Look what I just found.

"Week long rental. Bed to be shared with owners."

What kind of people do you think you're gonna attract?

Bohemians with no sexual boundaries.

-(grunts) -(snoring)

-You guys know what this means, right? -No.

ANNOUNCER: Sunny is back.

All new, Wednesdays at 10:00 on FXX.

(deep voices chanting) I... know... more.

I think I'd make a great drag queen. Like, for real.

But the one time I tried it, I looked so much like my mom, it scared me.

And I was sexy as hell.

(deep voices chanting)

You can't make people like you,

but if people don't respect you,

you can make 'em fear you.