Mayans M.C.

Definitely locked all the windows

and doors when I went out

Before you accuse me of having "demen-tia."

-Sorry. Having what? -"Demen-tia."

It's a hard "T." Everyone gets it wrong.

* *

Fucking looking for me?

This is all I want. The way people look at you.

The way they look at all of you.

Is he gonna be okay?

We got to fucking go!

That place is fucked.

I don't... I don't know why you can't see that.

It's my home.

Coco, wake up!

Coco, wake up!

I'm fucking pregnant.

You're not alone in this.

That was so fucking hot.

-What is it? -Single tire tracks.

You know I applied for nursing school.

-Yeah. -I got in.

-That's great, right? Fuck. -Yeah.

It's in Lodi.

Help me get us back to who we really are.

We're the fucking outlaws.

Stop!

-Come on. -Gaby.

-You got to relax! -Gaby. Please.

Gaby!

* *

Sorry about yesterday.

Been fucked-up lately.

Saw Adelita.

Shit. When?

Few days ago.

They let her out?

Is she okay?

Nah.

She's not.

The baby?

Oh, fuck.

My little boy.

I'm so fucking sorry, Angel.

When she showed up

back out of the blue like that,

I told myself, "Don't ever let her out of your sight."

"Don't ever let her go again."

But...

I... I wasn't enough for her to stay.

You're gonna get another shot, man.

You'll meet the right girl and...

have a family.

I know.

Nails.

She's pregnant.

Are you fucking serious?

It's crazy, I know.

But...

well, maybe this was how it was all supposed to go down.

I ain't gonna fuck this up.

This is my second chance.

You're gonna be a great dad.

You'll be a great dad.

But, bro, do me a favor.

You got to start wrapping that shit.

You can't go around fucking knocking everybody up.

Oh, bro, I can't help it.

I got the 100 proof baby juice.

Oh, my God. You're fucking gross.

It's nature.

* *

* *

Shit.

If I knew all I had to do was almost die

to get you to clean up after yourself...

I couldn't sleep.

I figured, um,

fresh starts and all that.

For both of us.

Um, I said some fucked-up shit the other day.

Sorry.

What's that?

I made a list of rehabs.

Nah, I-I ain't going to no dog kennel.

Uh, no, they're-they're real ones.

Man, we can't afford that shit.

Well, maybe I was thinking the club could help.

Fuck that. You can never tell them.

Uh, they're your brothers, Coco. They love you.

Leticia, it'll be a fucking death sentence

if Bishop knew what I was doing and what I've done.

Okay. We'll figure something else out.

Fuck.

Hmm. Hope out back?

What?

What? What the fuck did you do?

What did I do?

Fuck you! I didn't do shit

but watch that skank sneak out the fucking door

-and leave your ass while you were asleep. -Fuck!

-Fuck! -What?

Man, he's gonna fucking kill her, Letty.

Who?!

Coco, Coco. Coco, what are you doing?

-Coco, no, no, no. Coco, please. -Well...

Please don't go use. Please don't go use. Please, Coco.

I'm not gonna get high. I swear. I'm done with that shit.

I'm just gonna get Hope, and I'm gonna

-fucking bring her back, okay? -No, no.

-Coco. Coco, don't do it. Coco. -Fucking...

Coco, don't fucking choose her over me. Coco, please.

-Let-Letty, I'll be back. -Please! Coco!

-Don't fucking choose her over me! -I'll be back! I promise!

-Don't choose her over me! -I'll be back. Shit.

-Coco! Coco! -I promise.

What do you think?

I think you got some fucking balls.

Your guys--

they got the training?

One of them does.

It was his job in the army.

Hooyah.

You lay it out there for them yet?

Just the kid.

Wanted his input.

We'll let Creep and Pavía and Lobo get back.

We'll celebrate a little.

Then it's going down.

Be nice to put my kutte back on.

Feel fucking naked without it.

I appreciate all you done.

And I won't forget it.

Just make sure

you get that motherfucker.

Canche will be dead

by sundown tomorrow.

You look pretty good for a corpse.

The rumors of my death are greatly exaggerated.

You got some balls requesting a meeting.

That's why we're meeting here.

With them.

I'm curious to know what's so fucking urgent.

Securing your future.

Is this the guy?

It is.

You know El Banquero?

Only by reputation.

You know what this glorious creature is?

-An ostrich? -Yes.

Of course a fucking ostrich.

But what is an ostrich?

They are nomads.

Loners.

Until mating season.

And then they form alianzas with other animals.

Zebras, antelopes.

All due respect,

what does an ostrich fucking an antelope have to do with me?

The ostrich doesn't fuck the antelope.

Fuck this. I didn't ride out here

for some Sesame Street bullshit.

These are beautiful, deadly creatures.

If they wanted,

they could kick right through your fucking intestines.

What you're ignorant of,

and what I'm here to educate you on,

is the word "symbiosis."

The zebra's hearing, the ostrich's sight,

the antelope's horns.

It's not misery.

It's opportunity that...

acuesta al hombre con extraños compañeros.

You want to tell me what the fuck he's talking about?

The Tempest, I believe.

And supplying you with more heroin

than you could ever dream of.

Mayans' deal is with Galindo.

Galindo. Galindo, Galindo.

He's so fucking boring, eh?

Even his mistress says so.

You can ask her.

She works for me now.

If we were to learn to...

forage as one,

we could drive Galindo

and all the other creatures

to extinction.

Santo Padre's deal is with Galindo.

What if Yuma became the pipeline into the U.S.?

What's your part in all this?

I patch over, become a Mayan and help you

drive Bishop and Santo Padre off the face of the earth.

I thought Gaby might be working.

I sent her home.

She couldn't be around here with her face looking like that.

She okay?

What happened?

I fucked up.

Why?