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♪

[screams]

DE LEOÓN: You experienced a hemorrhagic event.

One that made the pregnancy no longer viable.

- Take the baby, Scott! - Who is that?

[grunting]

[baby crying]

You wanted to see me?

MARCUS: I'm sending you to Oakland.

EZ: Oakland got hit last night.

MARCUS: What about Coco?

HANK: Fuckers who rolled up

was SOA.

ANGEL: Somebody should probably check in on Letty.

- Heard about what happened. - EZ: Manny?

MARCUS: Coco was a good soldier.

The Sons will answer for his death.

But we cannot afford an all-out war right now.

No, padrino, we act now.

We all know Packer's on his last leg at UC Davis.

So we go there, take out their leadership.

- Me, Angel... - I'd be honored to join you.

Let's go to war.

Fuck yeah.

["Costumbres" by Rocío Dúrcal playing]

[singing along in Spanish]

♪

[brakes squeal]

[engine shuts off]

Sir?

It's too dangerous.

MIGUEL: She may need help.

♪

- [grunting] - Jefe!

Jefe!

Come on. You okay? Come on.

Get in, get in. Come on.

- [motorcycle revving] - [engine starts]

Go, go, go, go!

[gunshot]

MIGUEL: Who the fuck was that?!

I don't know.

♪

Where you want this?

Over there's fine.

EZ: Haven't seen one of these in a while.

I feel like you been wanting to ask.

It's not my place.

But I saw your tattoo.

SOFIÍA: Had a pretty good idea about you, too.

Way you stand like you're always posting up.

Like you ain't gonna let no one get the jump on you.

[sighs]

[clears throat]

Some shit's hard to let go of.

Murder.

A cop.

Shit.

That must've made you popular with the C.O.'s.

Didn't care much about their opinion.

Club stuff?

Nah, club came after.

Prison.

The gateway drug.

My brother, actually.

Older or younger?

Physically older, but...

...emotionally, much younger.

He's all right.

Know what's best about getting out?

Silence.

All the constant fucking yelling.

Jesus.

All of it.

It's...

Hell.

You'd think you'd revel in the freedom, getting out,

but being locked up kills something inside you.

Numbs you.

And I don't know if you ever...

ever fully feel again.

How long?

54 months.

[sighs]

Damn.

I was guilty.

I was the only guilty one in there.

Everyone else was either working on an appeal

or swearing they got jammed up.

Every crooked bitch in there a victim in her own mind.

You didn't fight your case?

No, I told my PD to...

take whatever they wanted to give me.

I had it coming.

Negligence.

You can imagine how popular I was.

A crime against my kid.

But they couldn't hurt me.

I was already dead.

[sighs] You know, you can't blame yourself...

There ain't nothing to fix here.

You want to see me again?

You need to realize I ain't a project.

This is what it is.

A good lay and hard abs ain't gonna magically turn me

into a princess.

That's what I love about men.

[sighs]

We think y'all are a calculus problem,

but you're just basic math.

Two plus two equals "please tell me my dick's big."

[both laugh]

I feel like now I should let you know that I minored

in mathematical physics at Stanford.

[short laugh] So big.

[both laugh]

I got to take off for a bit today.

I don't know how long.

Just got to take care of something.

Think maybe you could check in on Sally?

Give her a walk?

Ivy League, huh?

But still not smart enough to realize

I'm just using you to get to her?

It's crossed my mind.

I'll drop by after work.

And then if I promise not to try to fix you?

I thought you were going.

Bye, Sofía.

[phone buzzing]

[sighs]

EZ: Leave a message.

[line beeps]

Hey, bro.

Been trying to holler at you.

Feels like you're dodging me.

- Not a good idea. - BISHOP: He's running

this fucking charter into the ground.

Coco... being gone.

This club needs more unity.

Not division.

He's right, Bish.

We need to come together.

♪ Angel♪

♪ Ain't you an angel...♪

Everything I've fucking done for you.

♪ Ain't you an angel...♪

For you fucking both.

MARCUS: Any word from EZ or Angel?

HANK: Yeah. Got a text an hour ago,

saying they're outside Davis.

MARCUS: You should all go home, get some rest.

Be some long, dark days ahead, huh?

♪ Won't you be mine...♪

Primo.

Got a minute?

♪ Show me what you like♪

♪ Be with an angel♪

What?

Izzy's celebrating her birthday tonight.

She wants you to come over.

♪ Oh, woman...♪

You fucking serious?

Maybe you're not aware what's going on at the moment, padrino.

I'm very aware.

I'm also aware that Izzy loves you, carnal.

And specifically asked for you to come

celebrate with us tonight.

♪ Won't you be mine?♪

♪ Won't you be mine...♪

I'm gonna have to pass.

♪ Be mine♪

♪ Oh, be mine...♪

Whatever issue you got with me,

don't you punish Izzy.

She's been nothing but good to you.

When you and Antonia were at your lowest, she was there.

She's a good woman, primo.

And if she wants you at her dinner,

you're gonna be at her fucking dinner.

Only three dudes out there.

EZ: Yeah, but looks like they got some friends inside.

ANGEL: So what's the deal?

We go in there and make right by Coco.

Kill as many high-ranking Sons as we can find.

Uh, so that's your big idea?

Every time I come up with some elaborate plan it gets fucked.

So fuck it, here it is.

We walk in, they don't see us coming,

we find Packer, Chibs and the rest

and we shoot as many as we fucking can.

Fuck yeah, it works for me.

Oh, so cool, awesome. Um...

we don't even know where the fuck they got

Packer at, bro.

BOTH: Oncology.

What the fuck's oncology?

Cancer ward, bro.

Why-why the fuck you guys just ain't say that then?

Yo, you got your kutte on under that?

Yeah.

'Cause if I die today I want them to know I was a Mayan.

- ANGEL: Thank you. - You're welcome.

[indistinct announcement over P.A.]

Fuck.

Ah...

Hey, hey, hey. Um...

Estoy buscar, uh...

¿Dónde está el, el, el...

departamiento de, uh...

Uh, de...

Uh... fucking cancer.

Oncology?

How... how the fuck does everyone know that word?

He should be here by now.

It's all good, man. He's got this.

Come on.

The fuck is that?

It's called blending in.

Bro.

Yeah, nah, dawg.

- ANGEL: Whatever. - EZ: All right, where we going?

Seventh floor. Elevator's that way,

but the place is crawling with fucking Sons.

EZ: All right, let's go.

♪

I say we take it up to the eighth floor.

Then we cut back downstairs.

- We don't want any surprises. - [elevator dings]

[men laughing]

MANNY: Let's go!

- [alarm blaring] - EZ: Let's get the fuck out of here!

- [woman shrieks] - [panicked chatter]

EZ: Oh, shit.

ANGEL: Fuck.

Hey, get down!

Let's go. Hey, let's go.

EZ: Go, go, go! Let's go!

[gunshots continuing]

ANGEL: Go, go, go, go, go! Get out of the way!

Move! Move!

[alarm continues]

- [gunshots] - Come on, go, go, go.

[people shouting, screaming]

EZ: Move. Move, move.

- WOMAN: Please. - EZ: Wait, wait...

[screaming]

- MAN: Lock the door. Lock it. - ANGEL: Over there!

Go, go, go, go!

MAN [over P.A.]: We are now on an active Code 3.

- I repeat, we are now on an active Code 3. - Aw, shit. Shit!

MANNY: There's too many. Find an exit.

I'm gonna draw some of these fuckers away.

EZ: Wait, no, Manny, wait!

Hey, we got to go. Come on.

We got to go.

[panicked chatter]

Hey! Stop!

[gunshot]

[grunts]

Help! Help! Help! We're losing him!

- We got to go now! - GABRIELA: EZ?

Fucking hell.

- We got to go. Hey, hey, hey. - No! No!

- Hey, let's go. - No! No!

- No! Please, no! - Come on, come on.

We got to go, bro.

GABRIELA: No! Stop!

RADIO HOST: As you point out in your book, cats have made

a very rapid evolution from the solitary animal

and the animal that catches...

Get out of the car! Out!

[lock clicks]

Open the fucking door.

Hey! I'm-I'm-I'm a doctor!

Get in there!

- [shrieks] - No, no, get down.

- [gunshot] - [Gaby screams]

Go, go, go! Go!

EZ: Shit.

Oh, shit.

Fucking Manny, yeah!

- [honking] - Hey, hey, hey!

ANGEL: All right, man. Yeah, yeah. Yeah. All right, cool.

I don't fucking believe it.

Manny got out.

Yeah. Ditched the jeep.

Made it to Oakland.

Crazy fucker said he's gonna hang over there for a minute,

then catch a ride back to S.P.

You know what, man, he might be all right.

What's going on with her?

I don't know.

Bro, make sure she keeps

her fucking mouth shut, all right?

W-We'll drop her off somewhere,

and then get the fuck out of here.

Hey.

You okay?

Back there, what you saw...

I know what I saw, Ezekiel.

I know that man.

Gerald was my friend.

- I'm sorry. - He was the first person

to talk to me when I started here.

I know his wife.

His children.

They're waiting for him to come home right now.

What kind of animal destroys a family like that?

Gaby.

You can't tell anyone.

I'm going to tell the police.

What?

You can't.

It's Angel.

And he needs to answer for what he did.

He shot an innocent man, EZ.

Angel's about to become a father.

Gerald's kids will never see their father again.

You lost a parent.

You know what that's like.

My-my brother's kid

can't visit him through prison glass.

Going to the cops is not gonna change

what happened to your friend.

I miss you, EZ.

[exhales]

You just left.

No.

Your father said awful things.

I should have never believed him.

- Everything he said is true. - It's not.

Ezekiel...

Ezekiel.

I love you.

I know in my heart,

that in your heart,

you are good.

But Angel?

He needs to answer for what he did.

Your mother would want you to do the right...

[gunshot]

No!

[grunts] Bro!

What did you do?!

EZ, what the fuck did you do?!

EZ!

What did you do?!

[knocks on door]

[footsteps approaching]

You're late.

Got tied up at work.

[music playing softly]

Hey, you made it. [laughs]

- Wouldn't miss it. - Come here.

Please, have a seat.

- May I? - Ah, I'm good.

- Brought my own. - Oh.

Okay, well... [chuckles]

you know, I really appreciate you making the time, Obispo.

It's been so long, but, hey,

I know you're busy, so...

Actually, I just got a demotion.

Oh.

My schedule's wide open.

Didn't Marcus tell you?

Not in my home.

Hey.

- [laughs] - Please.

Oh, well,

- these look amazing. - IZZY: Mm-hmm.

[sighs]

Mm-hmm.

[doorbell rings]

Wait, honey, I got it.

- IZZY: Oh, hey! - WOMAN: Oh, hey!

- Happy Birthday! - IZZY: Thank you!

WOMAN: I'm sorry, but the cake, it had

to cool before I iced it.

IZZY: Oh, please, no problem.

- We're just getting started, come on in. - WOMAN: Okay.

Gentlemen, this is Maggie.

She's my friend, and I asked her to join us

for my birthday.

Hope you guys like red velvet.

["Love Has Come to Me" by The Detroit Emeralds playing]

♪ Love has come to me♪

♪ My eyes are open♪

♪ And I see that♪

[exhales]

♪ Love has come to me♪

♪ Never knew♪

♪ How it could really be...♪

Why are you so quiet tonight?

[scoffs] What should I say?

♪ To be with the one...♪

Say your favorite word.

We just did that.

- Fuck's a nice choice. - Mm-hmm.

♪ Love has just come in...♪

I like "fernweh."

The fuck is that?

[chuckles]

Oh, wait, I s-I see what you just did there.

Touché.

It's, uh...

it's German for being homesick

for someplace you've never been.

Now you speak German?

[laughs] No.

Shit, I can barely speak English.

I just know what that feels like.

To long to be anywhere else.

♪ For the shape I'm in...♪

To be anyone else.

Sometime...

[scoffs] Fuck that.

Most of the time,

I have no idea who... who the fuck I am.

[sighs]

Wherever you go...

...you're there.

Trust the process.

You haven't said anything all night

and now you're gonna come at me with some lazy 12-step bullshit?

If I had wanted that, I would have fucked Don

in front of his incredibly sad cat.

You're a trip.

[scoffs] Yeah?

And you got 30 seconds to bare your soul, motherfucker,

or I'm calling your ass an Uber.

♪ 'Cause I've been down there below♪

♪ Many times myself...♪

- [laughs]: What's up? - [chuckles]

I guess I'm just worried.

My brothers,

they got something going down tonight.

I can't stand the thought of one of them getting hurt

and me not being there.

You can't take care of everybody.

I can try.

♪ Love is the reason♪

♪ For livin' girls and boys...♪

Do they always take care of you?

Are they all shot-up like this?

Shit.

♪ Everything...♪

I got fucked-up a few years ago.

♪ Everything in my life...♪

Shot point-blank by these Samoan motherfuckers.

- You want to know what happened? - What?

Nothing. Those big-ass ape motherfuckers

are still out there somewhere.

And it was a joke to the club.

♪ I believe in love...♪

They didn't do anything about it?

Nah.

Just let it go.

♪ Proof is my reward...♪

Which scar was it?

♪ The shape I'm in♪

- [sighs] - ♪ And I feel good within♪

♪ 'Cause, 'cause♪

♪ 'Cause, 'cause, 'cause♪

♪ Love has come to me...♪

Tell me

about each one.

[scoffs]

Shit, we'll be here all night.

Oh, yeah?

You got somewhere better to be?

♪ Has come to me...♪

- Fuck no. - [chuckles]

♪ So sweet, so sweet♪

♪ So sweet, so sweet...♪

Tell me about this one.

♪ Ooh, I said♪

♪ Love♪

♪ Has come to me.♪

IZZY: Really?

We also built shelters in Peru.

IZZY: Mm!

The people were so warm and welcoming.

I saw Machu Picchu.

- Oh, wow. - MAGGIE: It's hard to describe,

but it was amazing.

Wait, but I thought it was closed to the public.

Yes, but you can arrange for a guide.

Oh, honey, we should go.

- Definitely. - Mm-hmm.

- Wouldn't you like to go? - [kick]

- ALVAREZ: Primo. - What?

IZZY: Wouldn't you like to go to Machu Picchu?

[scoffs]

[glass clatters]

MAGGIE: Have you travelled much, Obispo?

Been to Iraq a couple times.

Al-Qaeda... [scoffs]

So warm and welcoming.

It was... [laughs]

amazing.

Thank you for your service, Obispo.

Izzy tells me you're into motorcycles.

[chuckles]: Oh, yeah.

You ride?

[laughs] No.

No, my son wanted one, but with the babies,

my daughter-in-law won't stand for it.

[chuckles]

Wow.

You're a grandma.

MAGGIE: I am.

Is that a problem?

No.

No.

I'm sure it's great.

I'm sure we got loads to talk about.

[chuckles]: I'm sorry.

- Maybe we should just, uh... - MAGGIE: It's-it's okay.

I love being a grandparent.

When you become one, you'll see, it's a blessing.

Something about holding your baby's baby...

It's beautiful.

[utensils clatter]

Uh...

I think I'm gonna leave.

[grunts] Oh...

I'm good. [chuckles]

Been a long day.

I'll show myself out.

Wait, we haven't had dessert yet.

BISHOP: Happy birthday.

[door opens]

[door closes]

A grandma? Really?

She's three years younger than you, primo.

Yeah? Tell her face that.

Izzy was just trying to do something nice for you.

She's worried about you and so am I.

Oh.

Now you're fucking worried about me?

Our bond, primo, it runs deeper than the club.

[laughs]

Hey, if you fucking say so, man.

If you don't like the way I'm running this club,

you can get the fuck out.

You know what your problem is?

Your head is in there. It's not with the club.

That's why you're scared to pull the fucking trigger, man.

Nobody wins if our brothers are dying on the street.

Our brothers are already fucking dying

in the streets, primo.

Wake the fuck up.

[engine starts]

[door opens]

Um... So sorry.

It's fine.

It's fine, Angel.

ANGEL: What's going on?

[exhales]

I thought I wanted this.

That I wanted you.

[sighs]

And I was so happy that you let me into your life.

And I always knew something was wrong.

That something was off.

But I thought I could fix it.

- I thought I could fix you, but... - Hey, hey, hey.

[sniffles]

I know I've been busy.

I've just been...

...scared.

No.

No.

- No. You don't get to say that! - Hey, hey, hey, hey...

Not now. It is too late.

Whatever I did...

I am sorry.

I swear to you.

I know I'm fucked-up.

I know this.

But I can change.

I can.

Listen, tonight, it...

[sighs] It was so fucked-up. My brother...

Oh, my God! I am done with that shit.

- I'm leaving. - Hey. Hey, hey, hey.

- What? - I am going, Angel.

[exhales]

What about the baby?

No.

[crying softly]

No.

[sniffles]

Stephanie.

He's gone.

What do you... What does that mean? What do you mean?

What does that mean?

What the fuck did you do?

Your father took me to the hospital.

My father brought you to the hospital?

- Yeah. - And nobody called me?

Oh, and what were you gonna do?

What were you gonna do?

What have you ever done, Angel?

[scoffs]

Right.

It was a nice dream.

♪

[insects chirping]

This, this isn't...

Take off your clothes.

[knocking on door]

[door opens]

[door closes]

[sighs]

Where's Stephanie?

Gone.

I'm sorry, son.

I know what it's like to have a child torn...

...from you before you get a chance to hold them.

You wonder what to do with that love

that right now feels like pain.

And what did you do?

I had you.

I had your brother.

You move on.

And you forgive.

No.

No.

What the fuck...

did you do?

Why is this family so fucked?

Why...

Why do we destroy everything?

Why do we lose everyone?

What did you do that was so fucking wrong

that God had fucking rained hell all over us?

What did you do to curse us?

You know what? Get out.

- Angel, son... - Get the fuck out of my house!

Get out!

[door opens]

[door closes]

Letty, let me in.

- [pounding continues] - Letty.

Letty. Hey.

What are you doing here?

- What the fuck are you doing here? - I had to come see you.

Yo, how drunk are you?

I'm not drunk.

I just, I can't stop thinking about you.

I can't stop thinking about yesterday.

Angel, yesterday was a mistake, okay?

- No. No. - A terrible fucking mistake.

- No. No, no, no. No, no, hey, hey. No, no, no. - Angel, stop, stop.

It's okay. It's okay.

- This is good. Hey. - No, it is not okay, it is not good.

Angel, we're fucked-up.

What happened yesterday will never happen again.

- Okay? - No, hey, don't say that...

- No, Angel stop fucking touching... - What's up?

GILLY: The fuck's all this?

- You didn't. - I...

- LETICIA: Stop! Yo! - His fucking daughter?

- Hey, stop! - His fucking daughter!

- Stop it! Gilly, stop! - Fuck... Fuck!

- Get up, Angel! - Fucking kill you!

- Stop! Get... Stop it! Stop! - Get up! Get up!

- Stop! - Fucking fight me! Get up! - No.

- Get up and fucking fight me, you fucking bitch! - No...

- Fuck you, motherfucker. - I... I'm all fucked-up.

- LETICIA: Get the fuck out of my house! - Fuck you!

- Can't fucking believe this. In his fucking house. - Both of you,

get the fuck out of my house!

[grunts] I'm sorry.

- It was, uh... - Are you here?

Are you back safe with Sally

and me?

Are we safe?

Are you safe?

That's all I care about.

Stephanie.

[short chuckle]

I can't fucking believe it.

Of course you would show up tonight.

- Angel... - I don't want to hear

anything out of your fucking mouth.

You can't keep doing this shit to me.

You can't!

I can't do this with you anymore.

- I can't. - [baby crying]

♪

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Hey, hey, hey.

My boy.

My boy.

My boy.

[chuckles]

["Salt in the Wound" by Boygenius playing]

♪ You put salt in the wound♪

♪ And a kiss on my cheek♪

♪ You butter me up♪

♪ And you sit down to eat♪

♪ You add insult to injury♪

♪ You say you believe in me.♪

[baby laughing]

Captioned by Media Access Group at WGBH