01x04 - Murciélago/Zotz

[bunniefuu]

Previously, on "Mayans M.C."...

The rebels already moved.
We're too late, Mikey.

- I'm sorry.
- I want my pew full

by end of day.

[SPEAKING SPANISH]

[SPEAKING SPANISH]

How many spies we
putting on the street?

This group? It'll be an even dozen.

I didn't know she was
your baby sister, Coco.

She came in with one of our other girls

and said she was .

- I had her do a few scenes.
- Your p*rn site?

Yeah.

You must be really desperate.

Shut the f*ck up and
get in the car, Mom.

Jimenez is worried about retaliation.

Just want a set of eyes on you.

I don't need a babysitter.

We never found out how
the Samoans knew all

- the details to our biggest run.
- Someone in the M.C.?

I don't know.

[SPEAKING SPANISH]

[WINGS FLAPPING]

[CRICKETS CHIRPING]

[BAT SQUEAKING]

Got something.

- How many?
- Looks like a lone buck

coming over the hill.

Got it.

[LIVELY MUSIC PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]

[MAN SINGING IN NATIVE LANGUAGE]

♪ ♪

Is everything going
good here, gentlemen?

[CHUCKLES] Yeah.

We're good, Vicki.

♪ ♪

[MEN LAUGHING]

♪ ♪

yards.

Moving northeast.

Wind's...

miles per hour, southwest.

Got it.

[g*nsh*t ECHOES]

♪ ♪

That was close.

It was a high-powered pull.

Definitely wasn't Border Patrol.

- Hunters?
- Or militias.

Same f*cking thing.

♪ ♪

Did you hear that?

All the time.

If they're not tearing through my land

playing redneck rat patrol,

they're using the fence
as a sh**ting gallery.

Alice Reed's?

And her concerned citizen coalition.

♪ ♪

'Sup, prospect?

Franky.

Serving and protecting?

- [g*nsh*t]
- sh*t.

Go get the bad guys, Officer Rogan.

Oh, I'm coming back for
all y'all m*therf*ckers.

We'll be here, f*cking
your favorite whore.

♪ ♪

[LAUGHTER]

♪ ♪

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

♪ ♪

When's our boy ready to go back to work?

I can't get him to leave.

[LAUGHS] I'm healing.

- He's faking.
- Us!

- Whoa, whoa, look.
- Hey, hey.

- He's laughing.
- Oh, he's definitely playing.

There's only one way to find out.

[LAUGHTER]

f*cking psychos, come on.

Come on, come on. [SPEAKING SPANISH]

[ALL CHATTERING]

♪ ♪

[COUGHING]

[CHOKING]

[ROUSING HISPANIC MUSIC]

♪ ♪

[GASPING]

[COUGHING]

I thought the second sh*t was a k*ll.

No, the third one was.

- Go.
- sh*t.

Here. Go.

[ENGINE TURNS OVER]

[TIRES SQUEALING]

[ENGINE REVVING]

[VEHICLE APPROACHING]

[RADIO CHATTER]

[POLICE CHATTER]

sh*t.

So much for a little
p*ssy and a quiet night.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

♪ ♪

♪ Mother of exiles ♪

♪ The torch of hope ♪

♪ In the toss of the tempest ♪

♪ Threw us medicine's rope ♪

♪ But the brazen giant ♪

♪ With limbs astride ♪

♪ Blocks the golden door ♪

♪ To the US of lies ♪

♪ Screaming ♪

♪ 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 dead ♪

♪ 'Cause a beaten dog ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Never forgets ♪

♪ Never forgets ♪

♪ ♪

[RADIO CHATTER]

[SIREN WHOOPS]

[WOMAN SPEAKING SPANISH]

- Our madam see anything?
- Nah.

Heard the sh*ts but didn't know anything

- went down on her property.
- Trigger could have been

pulled half a mile away.

You first on the scene?

Yes, ma'am.

I was here minutes after the sh*ts.

Look, whoever it was,

they knew how to ninja the terrain.

Rogan was, um, checking in

on Victoria and the girls last night.

Public service.

Keeping them safe.

Your mother would be so proud, Franky.

[ENGINE ROARING]

Crime scene's a...

bit below your pay
grade, isn't it, Mayor?

My pay is too low to be graded.

Then how can I help you, Antonia?

[SIGHS] Well, first thing you could do

is stop being so f*cking cheerful

- would be swell.
- Wow.

I missed that.

[CLEARS THROAT] We heard the sh*ts.

- We were at Vickie's.
- Jesus.

Am I the only one not
getting laid at this place?

You've already got a hot wife.

Jumping the fence?

Yeah.

Fifth one in less than six months.

All taken out long
range, high caliber...

m*llitary grade.

Local heroes.

Dropping w*tbacks for Uncle Sam.

Yeah, that's what we thought.

- Can I get the evidence?
- Yes, ma'am.

Oxy spins it another way.

That's why we're here.

You think this is us?

- Scripts aren't our game.
- No.

But your game is supposed
to be the only game.

You see the hypocrisy
here, right, querida?

Four dead Mexicans stay cold cases

'cause they look like collateral damage

from redneck patriotism...

but then you throw some
dr*gs into the mix and...

f*ck you, Bishop.

I live in so many shades of grey

between you and Galindo.

Some days I can barely
look at myself in the mirror

trying to justify my,
uh, passive cooperation.

Guess the greater good keeps getting

a little harder to see.

I'll dig into this from my side.

If the Feds get looped
in, not much I can do

- to protect you.
- I know.

And if I find something...

I'm gonna handle this the way I do.

I know.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

- You okay?
- Yeah.

I've seen my share of dead Mexicans.

Yeah, well, this dead
Mexican was muling scripts.

Oxy.

And it might not be
the first one picked off

- for the cargo.
- Well, we better figure out

who's playing Oxy whack-a-beaner

before the DA pitches
a tent in our backyard.

I know where you should start:

My neighbor.

Buenos dias.

May I...

Oh.

Of course.

Do you know about this?

- The feast.
- Mm-hmm.

Yes, they do it every year.

It's an anniversary.

Of the town charter.

They parade the Virgin Mary
from the square to the church.

Music, food,

lots of drinking.

Is it a big event?

Big enough for Santa Madre.

Thanks.

That's good work, prospect.

Thanks, padrino.

I should be able to pull
another mirror from the yard.

[UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING THROUGH RADIO]

♪ ♪

You gonna ride straight
through to Oakland?

Nah, I got business
in LA for a day or two.

I'll be home by the weekend though.

♪ ♪

How's the fit?

You and your brother.

That working out?

♪ ♪

Yeah.

Good.

You know, up north we don't
let blood sponsor blood.

Loyalty can get messy.

♪ ♪

Bishop signed off on it.

I'm sure it'll work.

Word of advice:

If a situation should present itself

that causes, you know, confusion...

between brother...

and brother...

you bring it to me or Bishop.

We'll help you out.

You understand?

Yeah.

Of course.

You're a smart kid, EZ.

Santo Padre needs that.

Put the club first.

I wanna see a full patch on your back.

♪ ♪

Everything okay?

Yeah.

- Just...
- [VEHICLE APPROACHING]

Helping him with the ride north.

[HORN HONKS]

From Taza.

♪ ♪

From a woman.

Did not like her.

♪ ♪

That guy still creeps me the f*ck out.

Bishop wants us out at Vicki's.

What's up?

Nothing. Just some crazy chick.

She wrote you a note?
Is she pregnant or infected?

[LAUGHTER]

[ROUSING HISPANIC MUSIC
PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]

♪ ♪

[POUNDING ON DOOR]

♪ ♪

[POUNDING CONTINUES]

♪ ♪

Picked a bad day to go vegan.

Oh, come on, that's funny.

Okay.

From Agent Jimenez.

Been bumped down to errand boy.

Step up from babysitting.

We have to talk to EZ.

He hasn't called.

You'll get the next bag of intel

end of the week, on schedule.

Not trying to f*ck with
your family, Mr. Reyes.

I get it. I got two boys of my own.

We're not sure what stirred up
this new activity with Galindo,

but whatever it is may require
a shift in how we proceed,

and that shift is as much
about protecting your son

as it is our investigation.

The new contact info Jimenez gave me...

I didn't give it to EZ.

So if he's pissed off...

he should come at me.

Please give that to your son.

[QUIETLY] sh*t.

[SIGHS]

[ENGINES RUMBLING]

[PEPPY MUSIC PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]

♪ ♪

♪ Hey! ♪

[HORSES NEIGHING]

[ENGINES ROARING]

♪ ♪

[MAN SINGING INDISTINCTLY]

♪ ♪

How's it going, Denny?

What's this about, Ariza?

Just wanna talk.

- Where's your mom?
- Maybe she ain't here.

Maybe she is.

[CHUCKLES] Big day at Casa Reed.

First the good guys,

now the bad guys.

Or maybe I got them turned around.

So hard to tell nowadays.

Maybe you and the, uh,

peckerwood patrol are
just humble servants

keeping our border safe,
or maybe you're just a bunch

of f*cking r*cist
yahoos gunning down kids

with high-powered r*fles.

Listen, if you're talking
about the sh**ting last night,

we already told the cops...

we don't know nothing about that.

Nothing more than our neighbors.

Although, it might be hard
for some of them to notice sh*t

when they got a d*ck in every hole.

[TENSE MUSIC]

♪ ♪

[ANNOUNCEMENTS OVER PA]

♪ ♪

Come on, Bishop.

What the hell you care

- about some dead Mexican?
- [MOUTHING]

You running protection
on civil rights, now?

Cops found scripts near the body.

Oxy.

- They think he muling.
- That changes it

from target practice to drug running.

That does make it our business.

Alice.

Bish.

Boy Scout's got something.

The guy chatting up Alice.

He was in Stockton when I was inside.

Had rank in the woodpile.

- Some sort of sh*t-caller.
- Brotherhood?

I don't think so.

His ink...

It's more m*llitary than Aryan.

If Alice is running scripts,

she's gonna need a buyer.

That might be her
friend in the fatigues.

Like my son said, we don't know sh*t

about any drug muling w*tback.

Now get off my land.

Let's go, Junior.

- See ya, Riz.
- Yeah.

[PEPPY MUSIC RESUMES THROUGH RADIO]

♪ ♪

Stay on him.

See where he goes, who he meets.

I'm with him.

♪ ♪

- Supervise him.
- Yup.

♪ ♪

I don't trust this bitch.

Yeah, that's a whole lot of hate

packed into a little ofay.

[LAUGHS]

Why don't you have Creeper
hang around one more day

over at Vicki's. Keep
an eye on the girls.

All right, will do.

I'll sit by the gate,
see who comes and goes.

Good.

[ENGINES RUMBLING]

[HORSES NEIGHING]

[TELEVISION CHATTERING]

[CRICKETS CHIRPING]

[SPEAKING SPANISH]

Okay.

[MELLOW GUITAR MUSIC]

[SPEAKING SPANISH]

♪ ♪

[SPEAKING SPANISH]

Imperial County.

[SPEAKING SPANISH]

Ah.

Uh, anymore from our street rats?

No intel yet on the rebels.

There's still one kid MIA.

Excuse me.

I know you're busy, I...

No, it's... it's okay.

Take off.

Oh, please, stay.

You should all hear this.

Uh...

This is research...

from media, m*llitary
and academic websites.

It shows how the Taliban
and !sis infiltrate a town.

Take over from the inside out.

It...

it'll be a familiar read.

Los Olvidados...

is doing the same thing on the border.

First they position
themselves as saviors.

The home-grown b*mb for
the invading disease.

It starts on the street,

the cfee shops and
bars... Word of mouth.

Then it spreads to social media,

local press, rallies...
Just inciting hate

and rebellion and...

it doesn't take much to
shift the will of the broken.

And once that happens,
they've earned trust.

They secure benefactors
and begin recruiting.

It's...

the perfect mix of primitive

and high-tech warfare.

You did all this research?

I have to do something to help.

How does this help?

It explains why you keep
losing ground to the rebels.

And if you don't change
your tactics, I...

I just want our son back.

Well...

we really appreciate

all this hard work
you've done, Ms. Galindo.

Don't f*cking patronize me, Devante.

I'm not Dita or some pinche guera...

Emily.

I'm sorry.

I've just tried to

please just hear me out.

Okay.

Go on.

The cartel's most useful tool...

is power and fear.

That's the way it's always been.

That's what keeps you in control.

And yet every time you
use that on the rebels,

they turn it against you.

Securing themselves as saviors,

and strengthening their message:

"k*ll the devil, save Mexico."

You have to dismantle their rhetoric.

Sway public opinion a different way.

A smarter way.

♪ ♪

You have to turn them into the devil.

♪ ♪

Here's where you can do it.

♪ ♪

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[BABY FUSSING, CRYING]

Sweet Jane, it's good to see you.

[SPEAKING SPANISH]

Gracias.

Hey, hey, hey.

- [LAUGHING]
- [SPEAKING SPANISH]

[ELECTRONIC GAME SOUNDS]

[BABY FUSSING]

[PHONE CHIRPS]

[BABY FUSSING]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

♪ ♪

[ENGINES ROARING]

[HEAVY METAL PLAYING THROUGH RADIO]

♪ ♪

We're not here for you, Dennis.

Came to talk to your
friend in the fatigues.

I got no friends here.

You guys have no idea what
the hell you're stepping on.

Well...

why don't you fill us in?

Don't.

♪ ♪

Where you going, featherwood?

You should have listened to Dennis.

Who the f*ck are you?

[ALL GRUNTING]

[MAN SINGING INDISTINCTLY]

♪ ♪

[HOLLERS] Ow!

♪ ♪

Guys, we got eyes on us.

Inside, Dennis.

♪ ♪

Let's go.

♪ ♪

Prospect was right.

I didn't even see him throw the punch.

Seals?

Maybe.

We gotta find out who these guys are.

It's not just the Feds.

Last thing we wanna do is
complicate sh*t with Galindo.

Another player...

That's bad.

Maybe we form a little
coalition of our own.

Do some hunting tonight.

Then we do it with
Kevlar and very quiet.

The sh*t we're hunting?

It's gonna sh**t back.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

Where the f*ck is our sh**t?

♪ ♪

[ENGINE TURNS OVER]

[MOTOR RUMBLING]

Pop.

- Everything okay?
- Yeah.

Feds don't know that
the kid's been taken.

They're afraid that
the cartel's gearing up

for a retaliation.

They've been watching me.

sh*t.

I'm sorry.

I should have told Jimenez right away.

You've been protecting Emily.

I gotta head downtown,
pick up a new mirror.

I'll bring Jimenez up to speed.

I should get back.

[ENGINE TURNS OVER]

Vandalize it, tag the walls...

How much time will
they have in the church?

, minutes, depending
on the procession.

My men will be quick.

Okay.

And as soon as we see it,

- you have to insert yourself.
- Mm.

Publicly declare your outrage,

vow to repair all the damage...

Yes, I will be their savior.

- Hmm?
- [KNOCKING ON DOOR]

I have an update.

The youth group.

Give us a minute, hmm?

- Emily.
- Mm-hmm?

This was...

very smart.

Thank you.

- The kid that was MIA?
- Mm-hmm.

- He came through.
- Must have swiped a phone,

sent a text.

[SPEAKING SPANISH]

Adelita.

And this video was attached.

[BABY FUSSING]

Cristobal...

[BABY CRYING]

- Who's the nun?
- [BABY FUSSING]

That's one of the local Dominicans.

All the f*cking money

my family stuffed into the
pockets of that diocese.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

♪ ♪

[LIVELY HISPANIC MUSIC
PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]

♪ ♪

When was the last time he checked in?

The th.

Can't get through to him.

Galindo has the M.C.
working double-time.

Makes sense.

Galindo's son was kidnapped
less than a week ago.

Jesus.

Los Olvidados.

Do we know their demands?

I don't give a sh*t about the demands...

Or for his kid, for that matter...

But these Zapatista wanna-be's

just dropped an opportunity in our laps.

It's time for EZ Reyes to
win back the one who got away,

turn the wife while the
family's still upside-down.

I can't ask him to do that.

Excuse me?

I know that you two have set
up emotional boundaries...

- I know him.
- He's gonna push back on this.

Then pull the damn deal.

Put him back on the inside.

[ENGINE RUMBLING]

He k*lled a cop.

[ENGINE RUMBLING]

I'll make it work.

Good.

I got intel...

on his old man.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

You know who that is?

My boss.

Assistant special agent in charge.

Authority over everything
done in the field.

Tracked me down today to have a sausage.

And then he gave me this.

Galindo's son was kidnapped.

I was gonna put it in the next drop.

I know you think I'm a prick...

second cousins or not,

but I want you to win here, EZ.

To walk away from this

with the life you were supposed to have.

sh*t has slid downhill...

so fast.

The rebels were an
x-factor no one saw coming.

Now we need more than
the things that your

photographic memory can record.

I don't understand.

You have to get close to Emily.

Convince her to turn.

What the f*ck are you talking about?

Emily Thomas is an outsider.

She's Galindo's white
prize to legitimize.

I'm not sure what's in
it for her, but I do know

that losing a child
will shatter any bond.

You need to be there when that happens.

[SCOFFS]

Guide her to us.

It's our best sh*t at Galindo.

And the only thing that
keeps your deal alive.

Then pull my deal.

Put me back inside.

I'll take my chances and
serve the six I have left.

I'm not gonna do anything
that puts Emily at risk.

You're making a big mistake, EZ.

Mm.

Why stop now?

♪ ♪

[MELLOW MUSIC PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]

♪ ♪

- Happy?
- Shut up.

[LAUGHS]

Gotta talk to you.

Okay.

[MAN SINGING IN SPANISH]

♪ ♪

Then f*cking talk.

♪ ♪

I... I know you had it rough, you know.

♪ ♪

Gotten a raw deal.

What the f*ck is that supposed to mean?

He's talking to me.

- I'm the raw deal?
- Bitch, shut up.

Enough. Jesus.

♪ ♪

[SIGHS]

♪ ♪

[STAMMERS]

I'm glad you're living here now, right?

But you can't go around telling people

you're my little sister.

Why?

Yeah.

- Why, Coco?
- Shut up.

♪ ♪

f*ck.

♪ ♪

f*ck. Unbelievable.

You don't want anything
to do with me, either.

[SCOFFS]

♪ ♪

- Told you.
- She's out of control.

If you had did what I had
asked you years ago,

she wouldn't be out of control.

She'd have a decent life
with a decent f*cking family.

Oh, so I'm that bad guy now?

'Cause I didn't give up my granddaughter

to some f*cking stranger?

I was going inside, Mom.

Looking at five years, you know?

Baby mama was a f*cking junkie,
adoption was the right thing.

And so was raising her as my own.

Bullshit. The only reason
you pretended to be her mom

was so you could get that welfare check.

Maybe I wanted another child

'cause the last one I
had is a piece of sh*t.

Then maybe you shouldn't have let

every diseased cock in Fresno

turn your old gash into a cesspool.

♪ ♪

Hey, I'm sorry.

I didn't want this to turn into...

whatever that was in there, you know?

I just don't want you to get hurt.

- [SIGHS]
- But you can't go around

telling people I'm gonna f*ck them up.

Okay.

Okay.

Can you give me a ride home
so I don't have to listen

- to this crazy bitch?
- Yeah.

Give your little girl a ride home.

Get in some daddy/daughter time.

What the f*ck is she talking about?

I'm your grandmother, kid.

Do the bastard math.

Is that true?

f*ck!

sh*t!

- [SHOUTING IN SPANISH] Puta desgraciada.
- Wait, wait!

Hey! Hey, stop! Stop!

- Whoa!
- What the hell you doing?

- Just drive.
- Uh...

[INDISTINCT SHOUTING IN SPANISH]

I'll suck your d*ck.

Puta desgraciada.
Leticia!

Leticia!

[HORN HONKING]

[SHOUTING IN SPANISH]

[CELL PHONE RINGS]

Coco, Coco, Coco.

[FOREBODING MUSIC]

[HIGH-PITCHED] Coco, Coco, Coco.

[FASTER] Coco, Coco, Coco.

Loco, loco, loco.

♪ ♪

When you marry into this life...

you make a choice:

Either you live inside the circle...

you'll know everything that happens,

you'll see everything...

[SOLEMN, TENSE MUSIC]

But to survive...

you have to feel nothing.

♪ ♪

Or you can live outside the circle...

♪ ♪

Know nothing...

and feel everything.

♪ ♪

And you chose outside.

Yes.

♪ ♪

Because a child needs one parent

who's capable of love.

♪ ♪

I'm not inside anything, Dita.

This is about Cristobal.

I just want to help.

I understand that, but
the choices you make now...

♪ ♪

As simple or innocent
as they may seem...

they'll impact your life forever.

♪ ♪

And the life of your family.

♪ ♪

Todo bien?

Si. Claro.

♪ ♪

He said he was gonna see you today.

He did.

EZ's in trouble, Felipe.

He needs your help.

He's got a decision to make,
and you have to push him

in the right direction.

[SIGHS]

EZ can make up his own mind.

Yeah.

You got a good
relationship with your boys.

I didn't have that.

My old man was a drunk.

Abusive.

You knew him.

A little.

I got sh*t to do.

At least with my old
man I knew who he was.

I don't think EZ and Angel can
say the same thing about you.

Seems Felipe Reyes
didn't exist before .

Coincidentally, the same
year you got married.

No birth records,

addresses, schooling.

Not a trace of you.

The only information I do have

is on your social security number,

and oddly enough, that belonged
to a woman from El Paso.

She d*ed in .

My next step is to reach out to a buddy

who works for Mexico's
general prosecutor.

Have the PNR do a facial
recognition search.

What are you doing?

You clocked a covert DA surveillance

and almost took out one of my agents.

Think I'm not gonna look into that?

You don't know a God
damn thing about me.

That seems to be the point here.

You need to help your son.

Convince him to flip Emily Thomas.

It's the only thing that's keeping him

and this deal alive.

I can't make him do that.

I won't.

Yeah, you will.

Because if you don't...

everything your sons
know and love about you...

And I'm guessing their mother, too...

They're gonna find out it's a lie...

and they'll never trust you again.

I'll tear your family apart.

[ENGINE TURNING OVER]

[RETCHING]

[CAR BEEPING]

f*ck!

You can access Alice's east cattle gate

from this side.

Then there's about
/ mile to the house.

- Okay.
- Thank you.

[PEACEFUL GUITAR MUSIC]

- Be careful.
- Yes.

♪ ♪

Creep, watch her.

Nothing happens to her.

♪ ♪

You keep eyes on the front.

- We'll take the rear.
- All right.

Come on.

♪ ♪

[HORSE NEIGHING]

♪ ♪

[TENSE MUSIC]

♪ ♪

[CELL PHONE BEEPS, CELL PHONE BUZZES]

It looks quiet.

Just the pickup truck in front.

Shades are down.

I don't see no shadows or movement.

There's no movement inside.

- Might be empty.
- How do you wanna do this?

Maybe we should ring the door bell.

♪ ♪

- I like it.
- Okay.

We're going in.

♪ ♪

Here we go.

♪ ♪

- [g*nsh*t]
- Jesus.

- [GRUNTS]
- Son of a bitch.

[ALL BREATHING HEAVY]

Doorbell was a bad idea.

- f*ck you!
- sh*t.

That's Dennis!

[g*nf*re]

- Go!
- Through the back.

- Go, go!
- Go, go!

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

♪ ♪

- [SCREAMING]
- Down! Get down!

[WAILS] Dennis.

We got him!

I want answers! Need them home!

- Yeah!
- On me.

- f*ck.
- sh*t.

♪ ♪

Kitchen's clear.

♪ ♪

Bedroom's clear.

♪ ♪

Bishop.

[EXHALES SLOWLY]

Holy sh*t.

♪ ♪

Coalition's out of commission.

[SIGHS] f*ck.

♪ ♪

[PANTING, WHIMPERING]

[HOLLERING]

- Stop running!
- [GRUNTS]

[WHIMPERING]

What the hell are you doing?

He was sh**ting at us.

[GASPING, GROANING]

[STAMMERS, CRYING]

Did you do all that?

Do what?

At the house.

What are you talking about?

No?

[GROANS] God, it had to be Cole.

Jesus. Jesus Christ.

Cole? Who's that?

- The guy outside the bar?
- [WHIMPERS]

Where's my mom?

Cole, he the guy buying the scripts

you guys been picking off?

I just... It just started as

we were sh**ting
illegals jumping the fence

and then we found the
ones with the dr*gs.

How do I get a hold of Cole?

[COUGHING]

Look, I'm... I'm really
bleeding a lot, here, guys.

[STAMMERING]

Really bleeding a... [GROANS]

What are you doing? Help me, please.

Where's Riz?

- [g*nsh*t]
- Oh, sh*t.

He was gonna bleed out anyhow.

You tell Bishop that.

Maybe he got away.

sh*t.

We'll bury him on Riz's property.

Take his finger. We're gonna need it.

Seriously?

You lucky it's not a new phone.

You'd be cutting off his face.

[GROANS SOFTLY]

[GRUNTS]

[SIGHS]

Nothing in the other rooms.

Alice. Not here.

This is a m*llitary-style execution.

It was neat.

No brass, no prints.

Someone's trying to tie up loose ends.

Then someone knew it would
be in our best interests

- to make this go away.
- Using us to clean up.

[DOOR OPENS]

It's us.

- Jesus.
- f*ck.

- Where's Dennis?
- I lost him.

- He got away.
- We heard sh*ts.

Yeah.

He kept f*ring at us.

Freaked out.

Now we know why.

All right, pack 'em up.

We'll burn them on the other side.

[SOMBER MUSIC]

♪ ♪

[DOOR OPENING]

♪ ♪

[SIGHS]

♪ ♪

[SIGHS]

♪ ♪

[BAND PLAYING LIVELY MARIACHI MUSIC]

[CROWD CHATTERING]

♪ ♪

[CHILDREN LAUGHING]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

♪ ♪

[INDISTINCT CHATTER IN SPANISH]

♪ ♪

[BOTH BREATHING HEAVILY]

Anything?

Left two messages.

The guy we want is actually named Cole,

he'll know we're reaching out.

We don't know nothing about this dude

except he's a stone f*cking k*ller.

If we don't find a buyer
for this heroin soon...

Los Olvidados will lose ground.

And without Adelita...

we don't have a solution to Galindo.

And this whole play to
back the rebels falls apart.

And if the club finds out,

it'll be us on that couch
with a b*llet in our head.

Maybe it's time to rethink this.

[WOOD SNAPS]

[BOTH GRUNT]

- [GROANS]
- sh*t.

[BOTH COUGH]

You all right?

- Geez...
- [GRUNTS]

Flashlight!

[GROANS]

It's a f*cking tunnel.

A serious f*cking tunnel!

[BAND PLAYING FESTIVE MARIACHI MUSIC]

♪ ♪

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

♪ ♪

[ALL MURMURING]

♪ ♪

- She's dead.
- Esta muerta.

Hermana Jane esta muerta.

♪ Standing on the corner ♪

["SWEET JANE" COVER]

- Hermana Jane esta muerta...
- ♪ Suitcase in my hand ♪

[OVERLAPPING CHATTER]

♪ Jack's in his car ♪

♪ And he says to Jane who's in her vest ♪

♪ Me, babe, I'm in a rock and roll band ♪

- Emily! Emily!
- [PEOPLE CRYING]

♪ Ridin' in a Stutz Bearcat Jim ♪

♪ Those were different times ♪

♪ And the poets started rows of verse ♪

♪ ♪

♪ All the ladies rolled their eyes... ♪

Hermana Jane esta muerta...

[WOMAN SCREAMS]

♪ Sweet Jane ♪

[CROWD SCREAMING AND SHOUTING]

♪ Sweet Jane ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Sweet Jane ♪

- [YELPS]
- Emily!

- [GASPS]
- Emily!

Emily!

♪ ♪

♪ Jack he is a banker ♪

♪ And Jane, she is... ♪

Emily. Em?

Baby, stay with me.

You're okay. Stay with me.

I got you.

You're okay.

♪ And then they come home from work ♪

♪ ♪