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(wolf whistle)

ANNOUNCER: It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia.

(laughing)

All new, Wednesdays at 10:00 on FXX.

(motors revving)

ANNOUNCER: FX presents Mayans.

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

- I was in Berdoo yesterday.

Told Packer I had to pull anything

I booked through his charter.

This one has the info for your folks.

- Western Union.

- The last four digits ID the branch.

Hermosillo, Sonora, Mexico.

- Sonora?

- Give your little girl a ride home.

Get in some daddy-daughter time.

- What the fuck is she talking about?

- I'm your grandmother, kid.

Do the bastard math.

- Fuck!

Shit.

- Mercs got Adelita.

- Oh, Jesus, thank God.

- Angel?

You have to go, all of you.

[sirens wailing] - Come on, Angel, we gotta go.

- We'll be fine.

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

- Go, go, go, go, go!

- I need your help, EZ.

This Agra Park project,

there's a bidding process that we should have won,

but our Chinese competitor,

they bribed a clerk in city planning.

I just need somebody to talk to him.

- Cops are gonna pull your email

and phone records, Marlon.

Only one way you don't go to jail.

- Oh, Jesus Christ.

You're doing this whole tough-guy biker shit

for your old piece of ass?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, what the fuck?

- Now, get me your phone and your laptop.

[tense music]

Shit!

[both grunting]

[gunshot]

[panting]

[sharp bang]

[breathing heavily]

[garbage truck beeping]

[brakes squeal]

[groans]

[gentle acoustic guitar music]

*

[woman singing in Spanish]

*

[water gurgling]

[cell phone buzzing]

*

[indistinct chatter]

*

[camera shutter clicking]

*

- I hope everything's okay.

*

- [sighs]

*

[upbeat percussive music]

*

- Jesus.

*

What the fuck we talk about?

Dishes clean.

Don't put empties back on the shelves!

Leticia!

- Out here.

[chair scraping]

I got us breakfast, the place you like on 9th.

- Thanks.

- Mm-hmm.

- You're up early.

- The worm gets the early stuff.

- Yeah.

- What, I can't do something nice for you?

It's my way of saying thank you.

Keeping your promise.

- I like you living here.

[dishes clattering]

Fuck, we had a deal.

No boys. No sucias. - Coco, Coco, stop.

She's my friend from school, Gaby.

- You don't have friends.

- [scoffs]

This was a bad idea.

He's not gonna be able to help us.

- Hey, wait, wait. - Ow, ow.

- Wh-wh-what the fuck?

Who did this?

Letty.

- Gaby's family just came over.

Her mom and little brother used a coyote.

- This is already a bad story.

- Yeah, her family paid half on the Mexican side,

got here okay.

When we met them, tried to pay the balance...

- They wanted more.

That's the scam.

Why were you there?

- To help, moral support.

Plus, I loaned her five grand.

- Where the hell'd you get 5K?

Your fucking tuition money?

- We will pay you back.

She did it to help me.

I'm sorry.

- You're right.

I don't have any friends.

I'm trying to change that.

- They still have your family?

You should have come sooner.

I mean, they could have really hurt you.

- I'm sorry.

- Who are these guys, the coyotes?

- They were bikers.

When they asked for more money,

I kinda told them my dad was a Mayan.

- Fuck, you gotta stop doing that.

- It didn't matter, Coco. They laughed.

That's when they fucked with me.

[somber music]

*

- What club?

- Patches said Vatos Malditos.

*

- Fuck, let's go.

[indistinct chatter]

- You get the email too?

- I was hoping it didn't mean what I thought.

- Yeah, afraid it's looking that way.

[siren wailing] [helicopter rotors whirring]

- Jesus. - Mayor.

- Morning.

We know anything?

- They're estimating time of death

to be between midnight and 3:00 a.m.

Just started digging, but we can already tell

this kid was in way over his head:

credit cards, repos, defaulted loans.

That's just the legal debt.

His phone's filled with texts from bookies

and other unfriendlies waiting to get paid.

Nothing threatening, but he was buried.

- Was anyone else home?

- No, no, his mom's in Florida.

She's on a flight back now.

- I knew him a little in high school.

He was kinda odd, you know, nerdy.

- Any reason to suspect this wasn't a suicide?

- Not that I can see. There's no other prints.

We'll talk to a few of the bill collectors,

but right now, there's no other motive.

- Guess the bullet was Marlon's backup plan.

All debts paid.

[indistinct police radio chatter]

[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

*

[upbeat music playing on radio]

- Pop!

- In here.

- Te quiero, Mama.

I grew up here too, you know.

- Oh, I think I remember.

You were the one on the other side of the room,

kept stealing all my shit.

Pop's in the garage,

if you really want to talk to him.

[dishes clatter]

- [exhales shakily]

- You okay?

- Yeah, I'm good.

- [sighs]

Man, you know, the upside to, uh,

Pop not saying much is,

he listens.

He loves you, Angel.

[door clicks shut] - Morning.

- Pop.

- Want something to eat, breakfast?

- No. - I can make--

- I'm good. I'm good. Thank you.

- I gotta get back.

- Thank you.

- I'll be there in a few.

[coffee bubbling]

- Some coffee?

- Sure.

You know, you can buy a new coffeemaker

for, like, 20 bucks.

- Why?

This one still works fine.

Coffee is coffee.

- [slurps]

- You look like shit.

- Thank you. I get that from you.

[chuckles]

[slurps]

You been out to St. Maria's lately?

- Every other Tuesday with fresh flowers.

- Did you decide how much of her got buried

and how much of her got put into a jar?

- What kind of fucking question is that?

- I'm sorry.

I never-- [sighs]

It's hard talking to you, Pop.

You know, I know you and EZ connect.

I just--I...

- No, that's on me, son.

- When Mom was pregnant

the first time, with me...

Did you ever worry about the kind of father you would be?

- I still do.

That worry never ends.

[tender music]

- I'm gonna be a father.

*

- I didn't know that, uh...

*

That's wonderful, son.

*

- No, man, not really.

You know, I may not ever get the chance to fuck it up.

- Why?

Who's the mother?

*

- Her name's Luisa.

She's with the rebels,

Los Olvidados.

Potter's got her locked up somewhere.

- Luisa Espina.

- How'd you know that?

- She came here... to kill me.

- What the fuck are you talking about?

- There's a lot in my past that you don't know about.

- Ignacio Cortina.

[tense music]

EZ finally told me.

*

- Jose Galindo...

had more than half the federales in Sonora

on his payroll.

It was safer to take the money

than not.

Galindo knew my family.

He liked me. He trusted me.

Within a couple years, I was in his circle.

And so was my partner,

Pedro Espina.

*

Luisa came here because she thought maybe

I had something to do with the death of her father.

I didn't.

The man who did...

God sorted out.

I left two years before Pedro did

'cause your mother got pregnant with you.

*

- I couldn't get her out.

I couldn't protect my family.

- You don't know that.

- [scoffs softly]

- Potter...

*

He's a slippery, arrogant fuck.

But he's got weaknesses.

He makes mistakes,

like we all do.

*

- Yeah.

- You love her. I can tell.

You'll love your child.

*

- Breaking news in a developing

and disturbing story.

Police are at the scene

where a local man... [knocking]

Has been found dead in his home.

- Here you are, Dita.

- Officers arrived onto the scene early this morning

to discover the body and the gruesome crime scene.

Neighbors are shocked to hear...

- Thank you. - Mm-hmm.

- In their otherwise quiet neighborhood.

- Such a shame.

- What's that?

- A man who works for the city was killed.

Your age, so young.

- Marlon Buksar, a Santo Padre city clerk.

We will keep you posted as details on the story

continue to come out.

- [sighs]

- The border crisis continues

as more families are separated...

[somber acoustic guitar music]

*

- It's the mother and brother of Letty's friend.

Coyotes brought them over two days ago.

Bait and switch, want more money.

- It's a fucked-up game,

but why is it on our table?

- Coyotes were a Mexican M.C.,

Vatos Malditos.

- They run TJ.

What the fuck they doing in our backyard?

- Apparently, anything they want.

- [laughs] So these motherfuckers

just strolled over the border,

no calls, no respect?

- Letty was there at the exchange,

told them her pops was a Mayan.

These bitches laughed.

- [scoffs]

- Where was the exchange?

- Dogwood.

- Means they got stash houses nearby.

- Probably more than one.

[Spanish rock music playing over radio]

*

- You must be Letty's friend.

- Yes.

This place is beautiful.

- Haven't heard it described that way before, but...

I guess it has a certain desperate charm.

- Mm-hmm.

- I'm Ezekiel.

Everyone calls me EZ.

- That will be easy. [chuckles]

Gabriela.

- Can I get you something, beer?

- Mm, it's morning.

- Right.

Uh...

how about Coke?

Got the kind with real sugar.

- Sure, thank you.

- [speaking Spanish]

It's de la Cruz.

My mom, she...

loved poetry.

She'd make me read some when I was a kid.

- Hmm.

And you remember this poem.

- I kinda remember everything.

- That must be awful.

Some things... need to be forgotten.

- What up, Zeke? [chuckles]

- What's up, trouble?

- I see you guys met.

EZ's not much to look at, but he's really smart.

That's Chucky.

He's weird as fuck but...

[chuckles] Kinda perfect.

- Perfection is the quest of fools.

- See?

How long they been in there?

- Not long.

- We fucked up.

We've been so busy keeping Galindo's plan on track,

serving that master,

we've forgotten who we are.

So has everyone else.

- Vatos are like fucking hyenas,

recruit deep, barely prospect,

run the pack up and down the border

looking for a stray calf.

No pride. No respect.

Just numbers and money.

All this shit going down with immigration,

lot of stray calves.

[dark music]

A long time ago, Mexico,

I patched the VM.

I was young and dumb, and they were dumber.

Started with petty stuff:

boosting cars, some drugs.

Then El Palo became the shot caller.

Took a turn, got dark.

- Human trafficking dark.

- Mm.

I got out, came north.

- Call Dogwood.

Turn that fucking hood upside down.

- On it.

- I got the address of their exchange.

Start there.

- This club does nothing else

until we clean this shit up.

[gavel bangs]

[motorcycle engines rumbling]

- [crunching]

[faint indistinct chatter, dog barking]

Lunch?

- That shit'll kill you, Louie.

- Eh, I like to live on the edge.

- Of chronic obesity?

- Hey, why don't you shut--

- So you got something for us?

- And if I do, you gonna knock your cut back down to 12%?

- All right, you show us, then we'll talk.

- All right.

My primo said this house down here

got bikers coming and going all day long.

[cell phone buzzing]

[engines humming, horns beeping]

[men speaking Spanish]

- Fuckin' idiot.

- Our cut just went up to 30.

- Hey, that shit ain't cool, man.

Hey.

- Any change with your business?

Someone stepping on your game?

- Nah, nah, uh, shit's been pretty even.

- Riz and Gilly, nothing at the drop spot.

- What?

- If the VM have people holed up in a stash house,

that's a lot of mouths to feed.

- Hell yeah, Stanford.

Yo, who does deliveries around here?

- Besides Imperial Junction,

could check out Silvano's, House of Phoenix.

- You ain't got no Postmates, DoorDash in this hood?

- Yeah, we got DoorDash.

That's when motherfuckers run from their car to their house

hoping not to get shot.

[laughter]

[upbeat music playing faintly over radio]

- What you got?

- I checked the pizza place and two other spots.

Nothing.

- Silvano's looks like a front

for something I don't wanna know about.

You got something?

- Dumplings and some egg rolls...

And an address.

Made five big deliveries last week.

- Let's go make a delivery.

[dramatic music]

[dog barking]

- Windows are all covered up.

Can't see any movement inside.

It all looks kinda sketch.

- No one's posted outside.

They're not expecting company.

- [chuckles] Let's go give these Vatos their dim sum.

*

- [speaking Spanish]

- Delivery.

- Delivery?

[speaking Spanish]

- Oh, come on, man, someone did.

[speaking Spanish]

- [speaking Spanish]

- [speaking Spanish]

[door crashes]

[gunshots] - [grunts]

[gunfire]

- [groans]

[Spanish rock music]

- Oh, fuck.

- Runner out the back!

- Hola.

*

- Hey!

- Go. [doors bang]

[men gasping]

- Shit.

All men.

- Same here, four.

- Go. [door bangs]

[women whimpering]

[gentle acoustic guitar music]

- Jesus.

*

- [sobbing]

- Gaby's mom ain't here.

- No little brother either.

*

- [grunts]

- Four Vatos: two dead, one fucked up,

one still whole.

*

- I don't know, man.

[indistinct Spanish chatter]

- Gracias.

- [speaking Spanish]

- There were.

But they took them away.

- Took them where?

- Closer to the border.

The cages.

That's where they take you if you don't pay.

They traffic the young ones and put down the rest.

- Where are the cages?

- I don't know.

I never been there.

- [speaking Spanish]

[gun cocking]

[gunshot] - Shit!

- My bad.

[men gasping and murmuring]

- [speaking Spanish]

- Mm.

[speaking Spanish]

[gentle acoustic guitar music]

*

- Here's fine. - Yes, ma'am.

*

- Hey. - Mi amor.

- Peña tell you why she wanted to see us?

- No. Hopefully it's about

all your hard work finally paying off.

*

- Have a seat.

One of our clerks, Marlon Buksar,

was found dead this morning.

- I saw it on the news. What happened?

- Looks like he, uh-- he took his own life.

It was very tragic, very unexpected.

- Uh, I'm sorry.

I'm confused what any of this has to do with us.

- Marlon sent an email last night to myself,

city planning, and several town councilmembers

confessing to taking bribes for insider information

on the Agra Park project.

Armed with these detailed and unfair facts,

ChinAgra presented the best bid.

- What does that mean for the project?

- We throw out the bid.

ChinAgra's out of the running,

which is why I brought you in today.

It won't be confirmed until city council reviews it,

but from what myself and city planning has seen,

Galindo Enterprises has submitted

the most advantageous proposal.

- Hmm.

Well, you know, the circumstances with this clerk,

they're sad and unfortunate,

but this project is too important.

I'm glad it's finally moving forward.

- Yes, we all are.

And moving forward, I just need--

Santo Padre needs some assurances.

- Of course.

- We have to know that

these sad and unfortunate circumstances

never happen again.

- Of course it won't.

This agricultural rebirth will be the best thing

that's ever happened to Santo Padre.

[ominous music]

Thank you.

*

Jesus, awful way to get good news.

- Yes, I--

What did Peña mean, that this sad

and unfortunate circumstance can't happen again?

And this clerk, did you know about any of this?

- No, I've seen him a few times.

He works for Ileana.

- That's my point, Emily.

Ileana gave you inside information,

then her clerk does the same thing for the Chinese,

and when that bid wins--

- He kills himself. I get it.

I don't know anything more than you do.

They said on the news that he was troubled,

that he owed a lot of money.

What is it you're asking me, Miguel?

*

- Is there anything I need to know?

- Yes.

You need to know that Galindo Enterprises,

your legacy,

it moves one step further from the border and bloodshed.

Proud of you.

*

[dramatic acoustic guitar music]

*

- Flores Pequeñas?

- Please.

Nestor.

- What's up, Mikey?

- Keep me posted when and where my wife goes.

- 24-7?

- Yes.

*

[men speaking indistinctly]

- This is as close as we're gonna get.

Let's prep here. Let Creep and Gilly know.

- Right.

- This shit could blow up, get messy with the VM.

You good with that?

- You don't have to ask me that question.

- Mm.

- You okay, Bish?

- Yeah, just updating the other Kings,

letting them know where this is at.

- We will shut this shit down,

send a clear message to the VM.

- Ah, if I was doing my job, we wouldn't need a message.

- Come on, man.

Shit you've done for the M.C. in the last year,

it's fucking epic.

- Yeah.

- Hey, if you want,

I can recite some profit growth statistics.

- I'm sure you could.

It's good to have family close,

in the club.

I miss that with Alvarez.

- Think he does too.

- You know what separates us from all the other scumbags,

gives us the courage to look into the mirror?

This fuckin' piece of leather,

the history that hangs on it.

Means I've earned the respect of men,

men I love, men I'd die for,

men who'd die for me.

The money, the weight, it can't lead.

We have to serve something greater.

- We all need to be part of something.

- We're set.

- The old man said that the cages

are in the southeast corner of the warehouse.

He saw four, maybe five VMs on watch.

After crushing their stash house today,

we gotta figure they're gonna be on alert,

you know, maybe more muscle.

- Probably only travel with who they need,

which means if they called for backup

and they're coming from TJ, they ain't here yet.

- All right, prep for an army.

Pray for a squad.

[tense music]

*

[people clamoring in Spanish]

*

- Sí, jefe.

Sí.

Okay.

Sí, jefe.

[speaking Spanish]

- [speaking Spanish]

- [speaking Spanish]

[door bangs] [gunfire]

- Shit!

- Go, go!

- Go, go, go, go!

[people screaming]

- No! - Too close to the cages, man!

- [speaking Spanish]

[screaming continues]

- Go, go!

- [speaking Spanish]

- [gunshot] - [grunts]

- Angel! - [gunshot]

- [groans]

- [speaking Spanish]

- Come on, let's go! - Vamos, vamos!

- Let's go! Hurry up! - Vamos!

- Let's go! Move!

- Mama! Mama! Mama!

- Move! Let's go!

- Go. Go.

Okay, go, go.

Let's get the fuck outta here!

[all coughing]

[soft acoustic guitar music]

*

- Señora!

[speaking Spanish]

- Sí.

- [speaking Spanish]

- [speaking Spanish]

- We the good guys, boy scout?

[explosions]

- I fucking hope so.

- Gaby! Gaby!

- [crying] Mama.

- Gaby. Gaby.

- Leo.

[all sobbing]

[family speaking Spanish indistinctly]

- [whispers] Mama.

- You okay? - Yeah.

You?

- You okay?

- We never had that...

Love from a mother.

Guess we never will.

- That's 'cause I killed her.

Hey.

Past is the past.

Dead is dead, mi'jita.

You and I have a chance to have that.

That thing that you did for your friend,

proud of you.

It almost got us killed,

but you did the right thing.

I love you, huh?

- Thank you...

Dad.

- [laughs] - Mm-mm.

- Nah.

- Love you, Coco.

- [speaking Spanish]

[cell phone buzzing]

- Hey.

[door clicks open]

- Look who's here.

Oh.

You're home late.

- Sorry, long day.

- Mm. [chuckling] Oh.

- [laughs]

[timer dings]

- Dinner. - Yeah.

[dramatic music]

*

[dog barking]

*

[line rings]

[cell phone rings]

- On my way home.

- I wish I was.

Ileana called.

This clerk's death has hit her really hard.

She's still at the office. She asked me to come by.

- Of course.

I'm glad she reached out to you.

You're a good friend.

- I'll have Luis wait for me.

It shouldn't be too long.

Love you.

- I love you too.

[gentle acoustic guitar music]

*

[woman singing in Spanish]

*

- We're alone.

Are you okay? - Yeah.

- You didn't pick up or answer my texts.

I didn't-- - I'm sorry.

I didn't know what to say.

I just figured the less you knew, the better.

- So what happened?

EZ.

- He pulled a gun.

- Oh, my God. I--

I had no idea. I thought he was just a--

- It just happened.

The gun was in my face, I pushed it away,

and it went off.

- So you made it look like a suicide.

- After I went through all his shit,

I realized he had a lot of reasons to pull the trigger.

I just added your problem to the list,

sent out the emails.

Had gloves on. No trace of me there.

*

- Someone is dead because of me.

- No.

Marlon is dead because he pulled a gun on me...

while I was doing a favor for someone I care about.

- Is that how we do it?

We tell our version of the truth?

- Our version is all we have.

*

- [sniffles]

Thank you.

I know you did all of that for me, and...

If there's anything I can do,

you know, to help you or your family,

please, please just let me know.

*

I should get back.

Good night. - Night.

*

Em.

*

There might be something you can help me with.

*

It's a family thing.

[dramatic music]

*

[baby giggles]

[typewriter clicking, bell dings]

(hard rock music plays)

(rock music continues)

(motor revs)

(hissing)

ANNOUNCER: Mayans.

All new Tuesdays at 10:00 on FX.

(crying)

-Hey! Slow down! -(gasping)

(crying continues)

(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.

(up-tempo music plays)

-(man groaning) -WOMAN: Oh, my God.

Look at these hardwood floors.

(music resumes)

You can't make people like you,

but if people don't respect you,

you can make 'em fear you.