03x03 - Overreaching Don't Pay

Episode transcripts for the TV show "Mayans M.C.". Aired: September 4, 2018 –; present.*
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Follows the life of Ezekiel "EZ", a newly patched member of the Mayans M.C. charter on the California/Mexico border.
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03x03 - Overreaching Don't Pay

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(phone rings)

(ringing continues)

Watch your backs.

(motorcycle engine rumbling)



(heavy breathing)

(breath trembling)

Man, this ain't even a quarter
of what we used to move.

EZ:
Hey, don't worry.

It's like going through
a DUI checkpoint.

You promise?

(sighs) I promise.

-sh*t.
-(engine revving)

Oh, we got a runner.
We got a runner!

-sh*t!
-(tires squealing)

We want you to double the heroin
for the next few months.

Make up for the profit loss.

No. And f*ck you.

You m*therf*ckers think that

you can survive
without our pipeline?

sh*t. Let me see you
f*cking try it.

We give Arizona what it needs

to keep
our brothers inside safe.

Ice Canche out.

Take away his power.

Take his crown.

That works for us.

PABLO:
Adelita...

Hey.

Well, why did Miguel
reach out to you?

Said you might need some help.

Help?

Can you have Paco
drive her home?

-And she'll pick up
her car tomor...
-No.

I've invited your sister
to stay with us.

-For how long?
-Long as she wants.

You-you said
you had a f*cking sh*t-ton.

We had to send some sh*t
up to Meth Mountain, man,

for the heroin
that got f*cked up.

This isn't gonna end well
for you, brother.

(screaming)

You don't belong here, friend.

HOPE:
Coco?

(yells)

(music playing faintly
in Spanish)

(water dripping)

There you are.

You a good boy?

Yeah?

Then come take care
of your mama.

Mm-hmm.

(whispers):
Come on.

Hey, hey.

Never...

never be like your mama.

Promise me, Coco.

Promise me.

Always be a good boy.

(Celia moans softly)

(moans)

There you go, Coco.

(Celia moans softly)

HOPE:
Here you go, Coco.

Here you go.

Wh-What did you do?

I made it all better.

(takes slow, deep breath)









("Morning in America"
by Durand Jones plays)

(humming along to music)

♪* The teachers rise
in Richmond *♪

♪* As they sleep in San Antone *♪

♪* While the harbor lights
on Baltimore *♪

♪* Guide nurses headed home *♪

(grunting rhythmically)

♪* And the jails of Maricopa *♪

♪* Say a man is but his wrong *♪

(dog barking in distance)

♪* It's morning in America *♪

♪* But I can't see the dawn. *♪

(sighs)

(motorcycle engines rumbling)

(bluesy rock music playing)

Angel and I bring it all over.

Everyone else is
waiting on this side.

How much are we thinking?

keys.

That's a lot to be on the hook
for if this thing goes south.

(chuckles)
It won't.

And that's how much we need
to keep Tucson flush

while we ice out
Ramos and Canche and give Bishop

the throne.

Gilly watches the road.

Truck's behind Vicki's.

We load it all there.

We should load it
in the orchard.

Use the trees for cover,
in case BP shows up.

No, that's just gonna
slow us down.

BP's got no business

-out that far.
-BISHOP: Kid's right.

We'll be fine.

Let's have Vicki
and the girls clear out.

Less eyes, the better.

What the f*ck is all this?

Says it's the only way
to get the water spots out.

(short laugh)

Hey.

You never called me back
last night.

Yeah. I'm sorry,
I crashed early.

That's cool.

Well, if you're up
for something tonight,

my friend's band is playing.

Should be fun, you know?

Something different.
Get out of the house, you know?

Well, uh,

you should come
if you're around.

Yeah, I don't know.

Probably caught up in this
or something.

Yeah, sure.

EZ:
We load the truck.

Steve drives
through the checkpoint.

We're golden.

When do we move?

I hear sh*t's
already getting dicey

for our brothers locked up.

Well, they'll just have
to hold on.

It's a big ask of Alvarez.

Gonna take a few days
to coordinate.

EZ and I, we'll go up,
we'll go see him this morning.

Lay it all out.

Hey, it's a solid plan.

And it should work.

As long as no one fucks up.

What the f*ck, Steve?!

Sorry, Hank.

We're f*cked.

(buzzer sounds)

(indistinct chatter)

Appreciate you coming to see me.

How you holding up?

Not great.

What did
the public defender say?

Looking at ten years.

Jesus.

You're lucky
it's your first offense.

You would be looking
at double otherwise.

Lucky?

Should've played
the f*cking Powerball.

Do you want me to put the
last week's cut on your book?

Give it to my mom.

She's got the kids.

And do me a favor, Vic.

Tell her...

Tell her she can't bring them.

She says that...

they keep asking about me,
but, um...

(crying):
...I don't want...

I don't want them
seeing me like this.

Alicia, you have other options.

You could tell them

who actually is
behind this sh*t.

Are you f*cking crazy?

Do you think that
they will be loyal to you?

Do you think they give
a sh*t about you? About us?

They didn't even care
about my nephew.

Riz wasn't gone a day,

and they were back
taking what was his.

What's mine.

You took this job
because of your family.

If you really care about them...

...you only got one choice here,
Alicia.

IZZY:
Well, well, stop the world.

So this is where outlaws
come to die, huh?

f*cking suburbs.

Hey, you know
what they say, primo.

Tie for a noose,
mortgage for a casket.

Oh, please, don't listen to him.

He loves it out here.
Give me some love.

We don't got to hit the floor
every time we hear a bang, huh?

So how are you?

We miss you.

Perfect.

Where's Tessa?

School, seventh grade.

(dogs barking in distance)

Yeah, time really flies, huh?

So stop being a stranger, okay?

We love you.

I'll see you soon, okay?

Don't be late.

See you soon.

Ezekiel.

Padrino.

Uh, we got an ask.

I wanted to talk
to you, too, primo.

Can we have a minute?

BISHOP:
Kid's good.

He can stay.

Hey, do me a favor,
go keep Luis company.

He gets lonely.

What?

How much you bench?

I heard things got tense

the other night
with the other Kings.

I heard things were said.

That's why I'm here.

Need to bring some product over.

A lot of it.

keys.

You're making
the right choice, primo.

I know it's hard, but sometimes

you got to put your ego aside.

Canche and Ramos, they're smart.

That's why I made them Kings.

Doing what they say,
doubling up--

it's the right call
for the club.

Yeah, right.

We need it today.

Should probably be keys.

That's short f*cking notice.

I'm just trying to do
what's best for the club.

I'll see what kind of escort
I can scrounge up

with such short lead time.

When I get the details,
I'll send you a message.

-See you soon, man.
-Yeah.

Hey, primo.

I know what this week is.

I'm sorry, huh?

Even if I didn't,

can tell
by the look in your eyes.

Wow. I didn't even realize.

We good?

BISHOP:
You and your brother
are going over today.

Today?

f*ck 'em all.

It's going down tonight.

-(laughs) Can you
go upside down?
-(laughing)

-CRISTOBAL: Yeah!
-ERIN (chuckling): Whoa! Whoa!

You're like a sack of potatoes.

-(Cristóbal laughs)
-Ready? One... (gasps)

-Uh-oh.
-(Cristóbal babbles)

ERIN (whispering):
Guess what? Guess what?
Guess what? (gasps)

(Cristóbal chuckles)

The medical examiner
called again.

Left another message
for you to call him back.

-Hmm.
-(Erin laughing)

-You're good with him.
-(Erin whooshing)

(Erin chuckles)

-ERIN: You're doing so...
-What's your plan for the day?

Have to go south.

They let you over the border?

I chopper to Yuma, cross there.

A helicopter.

Must really pay to be a...

Oh, wait.
What is it you do again?

-It'll come to me.
-Erin.

What's it say on LinkedIn?

Erin, no one
thinks you're funny.

It says I'm a very busy man
who's late.

(gasps) We should take him
to Foster Freeze today. Hmm?

-Like when we were little.
-Foster Freeze?

Oh, it's nothing.

(chuckles):
Nothing?

It was just the most important
relic of our childhood.

That was the only good memory
Diana allowed us

in her campaign
of emotional terrorism.

-(Cristóbal babbling)
-What do you think, Chris?

You want to get some ice cream?

No, that's-that's...
We don't let him eat dairy.

Nos vemos, mi amor.

I got to go.

(Cristóbal babbling)

Geez. Get a room, you two.

You guys have fun.

(Cristóbal babbling)

No.

There's no security to take us.
They'll all be with Miguel.

And we always need
to keep a detail at the house.

Okay, it's just that the people

in this town...

There's an anger here.

They blame us for the Agra Park,
for the...

for the shutdown.

Hmm.

Come here.

(high-pitched):
Please? Please,

can we have some more?

(dog barking in distance)





f*ck.

(door opens, closes)

(grunting, coughing)

What the f*ck?!

You sleep well, sweetheart?

Stay the f*ck away from me.

(chuckles)

I see you, brother.

Huh?

Thinking you're free, bending
over to other men's bylaws.

Getting mouth-f*cked
by rules and regulations.

It's a mirage.

This...

This is m*therf*cking freedom.

-You the leader
of this f*cking freak show?
-(woman laughing)

No, I ain't the leader
of no man.

Ain't no man the leader of me.

That talk'll get your bones
scattered across the desert.

I just want
to get the f*ck out of here.

You forgetting something?

You know who the f*ck I am, huh?

You think you can put
your f*cking hands on me?

I do know who you are.

You're Little Bo-Peep.

Lost her sheep.

(sputtering hiss)

Don't you know, friend?
A shepherd ain't nothing

but a m*rder*r to the lamb.

Hmm?

(breathing shakily)

(Coco grunts)

(g*nsh*t)

You f*cking touch me again...

...I'm gonna k*ll
all you m*therf*ckers.

I'll see you soon,
Little Bo-Peep.

(Florence laughing)

(continues laughing)

FLORENCE:
Bo-Peep...

(car door closes)

f*ck!

Oh, f*ck!



ANGEL:
So, you're Bishop's boy
now, huh?

Uh...

Nah, I just had an idea.

A f*cking great idea.

Making Bishop the only King

will be a game changer
for Santo Padre.

Makes us the center
of the universe.

But this plan...

Listen, bro, a-a club

ain't really nothing
but a sewing circle.

-(chuckles softly)
-A bunch of jealous-ass b*tches.

This fails,

our brothers
will be gunning for you.

Swing big,

miss big.

I've never been afraid to swing.

f*cking bring it.

Yeah.

I figured you'd say that.

(telenovela playing on TV)

Sup, Beatriz?

(door closes)

f*cking Catalina.

Always up to no good.

(motorcycle approaching)

(engine turns off)

GILLY:
Where the f*ck have you been?

We got sh*t
going on tonight now,

and you pull
another disappearing act?

You got a minute?

You look like f*cking sh*t.

I-I know, and I...

I know I been f*cking up lately,
right, you know? But-but I...

It's them pills, dawg.

We're tired of covering for you
with Bishop.

I know. And I-I...

I just got carried away, right?
But-but...

But it's the f*cking...
It's the pain.

It's the f*cking pain, Gilly.

But I'm back.

It's-it's me, dawg.

I'm here.

And what's the f*cking
difference this time?

f*cking broke a promise.

All right.

All right.

You gonna lay off that sh*t?

Yeah.

I am.

Good.

-(motorcycles approaching)
-You gonna lay off them tacos?

f*ck no.

(laughs)

(engines turn off)

Long way from Charming.

Courtesy visit.
You hear about Packer?

Well, cancer's a bitch.

I'm running Berdoo
while he's in chemo.

Desperate times.

Appreciate the courteous visit,
but, uh...

MONTEZ:
The way things have landed--

the g*ns,
f*cking us with the Irish--

we thought it was important
to let you know in person.

-Ah.
-HAPPY: Just so

there's no misunderstanding,

you even think
about riding through Berdoo

or any SOA turf,

we want a call.

We've always given you
the heads-up.

We want a call.

I don't remember getting a call
asking for permission

for you two
to roll up right now.

Next time,
I'll send Running Deer here

a smoke signal.

Great. Now,
why don't you and Smallpox

ride on and f*ck off.

MONTEZ:
We're here

out of whatever respect
we have left

to let you know that actions
have consequences.

What actions would those be?

Couple dozen dead Mexicans.

And Jax Teller's
last wishes disrespected.

-Who's Jax Teller?
-BISHOP: Nothing to do with us.

Who gives a f*ck?

-This come from Chibs?
-Wouldn't be here if it didn't.

(engines start)

You think it had something to do

with the Reaper
out in the desert?

(Bishop grunts)

Happy don't know
what f*cking day it is.

But Montez...

He's always been
a crafty little f*ck.

We got more pressing things
to worry about.

Hank and I were talking.

The kid.

This, uh, "one King" plan.

Are you sure
we should rest so much

on someone so raw? I mean...

Look, he's the only one
around me

who sees
the big f*cking picture.

Sees the future.

You got a problem with it,

get your f*cking head
out of the past.

♪* Home, home on the range *♪

♪* Where the deer
and the antelope play *♪

♪* Where seldom is heard... *♪

(music stops)

Can't be.

I think it might be.

EZ? Angel?

Alvarez sent you?

Juan Denver.

Did he just say his name
was f*cking Juan Denver?

Yeah, I think he did.

ANGEL:
Where exactly are we going?

JUAN:
"Take me home, country roads."

Dude, are we getting kidnapped?

"Baby, you look good to me
tonight."

What did he just say?

What the f*ck you just say?

Must be the "sunshine
on my shoulders."

(laughs)

"On the wings of a dream."

"Thank God I'm a country boy."

(chuckles)

What the f*ck is happening
right now?

What the hell is all this?

Shipping manifest.

Santo Padre Agra Park.

This was all supposed to go over
the border before the shutdown.

(grunting)



(Juan pants)

f*cking Juan Denver.

"Some days are diamonds."

-Morning, gruñón.
-Hmm.

Or good afternoon.

-(coffee pouring)
-You sleep like a teenager.

What the hell
are you making now?

Tamales.

Banana leaves?

Makes them soggy.

It keeps them moist.

(sighs)

Nursing?

Yeah, sorry.

Figured this would be
a quiet place to study.

My nephews and nieces
are great, but they're a lot.

I'm aware how annoying
younger people can be.

(chuckles softly)


EZ tell you that
he was supposed to be a doctor?

Really?

Almost two years of premed.

Mm. Well, he is very smart.

It's not always
about being smart.

It's about maybe, uh,
having the capacity for...

(sighs)

We had a dog when EZ was young.

She was a yappy little thing
that the boys loved,

and so did my wife.

But she'd get out all the time.

And one day, EZ and Angel
found her in the street, dead.

Angel fell apart, but EZ,
he picked her up.

He brought her home.

Angel couldn't stop crying,

but EZ just held her,

all covered with blood and...

...staring at her.

He-he never shed a tear.

Even when he was little,
he was strong.

(quiet chatter)

ERIN:
Hmm.

(chuckles)

(sighs) So?

Hmm?

When's the last time
you got laid?

-Erin.
-What?

Do you want my child
to need therapy?

You named him Cristóbal.

Therapy's already
a pretty good bet.

You are such a d*ck.
That's a family name.

(chuckles):
Some traditions should die.

-Don't avoid the subject.
-I'm not, I'm not...

I'm not discussing this
with you.

Miguel kisses you like
Pop-pop used to kiss Grandma.

That's... that's not true.

-You know his mother goes...
-His mother

should be the last thing
on his mind

when he's kissing his fine,
tight, Pilates-assed wife.

Firstly, that's the nicest thing

you've ever said to me,
but secondly,

we're not discussing this.
Okay, let's go.

-(Erin chuckles)
-(Cristóbal grunts)

-I get up.
-Yeah, come on.

(grunts):
Okay, here we go. Okay.

Okay, let's go.
Let's go. You ready?

You ready? Come on. Come on.

Here we go.

It's a valid question.

Look at me.

We are not having
this conversation.

(door closes)

Weeks?

Months?

Jesus, you're obsessed.

No, I'm concerned.

You're concerned?

You haven't been here hours,

but suddenly you're an expert
on my relationship.

No, I'm an expert on you.

And you used to be such a force.

Now you're someone's wife.

Someone who I worry
isn't going through

the same dry spell you are.

-Trust...
-(both gasp)

What the f*ck?

No, no, no, no.
Erin, Erin. Erin, don't...

-Stop.
-Hey!

-There you go,
Your f*cking Highness.
-What the f*ck's your problem?

My problem is this bitch
and her f*cking family

destroying this town,
putting us all out of work.

You call my sister
a bitch again,

I will knock your fat ass out.

-f*cking methhead.
-What the f*ck did you say?

WOMAN:
Honey, get back in the car.

EMILY:
Oh, my God.

(grunts)
Yeah. Get out of here!

Yeah, you better run,
you fat, little-dicked walrus!

(tires screeching)

ERIN:
Ha-ha! Run.

(Emily sighs)

(panting)

I'm sorry, Em.

I did not believe you
about the town.

I didn't realize
it was this bad.

(laughing)

"Little-dicked walrus"?

(both laughing)

-(Cristóbal passes gas)
-Oh, my God.

-(babbles)
-ERIN: Jesus.

-(giggles)
-(Emily laughs)

That's why we don't
let him eat dairy.

-(laughs)
-(Erin groans)

(dog barking in distance)

(vehicle approaching)

You got to be
f*cking kidding me.

(dog barking in distance)

(truck doors close)

Do you want to tell me
what the hell is going on here?

Evening, Vicki.

What the hell is this?

We're gonna need the girls
to take the night off.

The girls are not your property,

-and this property is
not your property.
-(Bishop groans)

We got a f*cking issue
here, Vicki?



No.

No issue.



-(wheels squeaking)
-(Angel panting)

ANGEL:
Jesus Christ.

Never realized there's
no f*cking air down here.

EZ:
Stop talking. You're
sucking up all the oxygen.

-(cart thuds)
-(Angel grunts)

f*ck!

(panting)

It's f*cked.

We're gonna have to carry them
from here.

-(chuckles): You're
f*cking kidding, right?
-(EZ groans)

(crickets chirping)



(dog barking in distance)

(grunts)

(sighs)

-(groaning)
-(knocks)

(door creaks)

-What's up?
-ANGEL: Yo.

Someone else needs
to get the f*ck down here

and bring this sh*t up.

We need some air.

(Angel pants)

You got to work
on your cardio, bro.

(exhales sharply)

Load's here.
How are we looking?

(coyote howling)

All clear.

Good.

(grunting and groaning)

(grunts)

HANK:
Look.

(EZ grunts)

(exhales)

You just saved a bunch of
your brothers' lives.

You may have just saved
this charter.

All hands on deck, Coco.

Right, right, Bish.

(coyote howls)

(grunting)

f*ck.

Bishop.

What's up?

GILLY: BP headed our way,
about a mile and a half out.

Are you f*cking serious?

We got about two minutes.

Get this sh*t back
in the tunnel. Go.

Everything out of the truck, now.

You gonna f*cking help or what?

(panting)

-Hey, what the f*ck you doing?
-EZ: BP.

Everything's got to go back!

sh*t.

-Let's go. Grab it, grab it.
-(grunting)

About f*cking seconds.

Buy us some f*cking time.

Prospect!

Head them off with the truck.

Do... do what now?

f*cking go!

f*ck.

(grunts, sighs)

What the f*ck, Steve?

(engine revs)

(engine revving)

(tires squealing)

You can do this.

-Hands where
we can see 'em. Now!
-(g*ns clicking)

No hablar Inglés.
No hablar Inglés.

Turn around.

sh*t. Prospect bought us
about another minute.

-That everything?
-Yeah.

(grunts)

-Coming down!
-No! Cover the hatch!

-They can't catch us
down here. Go!
-All right.

Go! Go!

Hank, this way.

(tires squealing)

(groans softly)

(garbled radio transmission)

Hey, you okay? Huh?

Yeah.

All right, come on.

(garbled radio transmission)

(quietly):
f*ck.

(rock music plays faintly)

Let it lie.

It's my fault.

It'll still be
your fault tomorrow.

Just got off the phone
with Lobo.

Says they already green-lit
our dudes.

ANGEL:
f*ck.

GILLY:
They refuse to bitch up.

Gonna face it in the yard.

What went wrong?

What the f*ck did I miss?

You good?

Yeah. Good.

Taza and Creeper got
all the H back.

They're gonna sit on it
at Beatriz's.

Don't know how long
that'll be tenable.

We're exposed now.

What we tried to pull today--

lying to Alvarez?

Only a matter of time
before it gets back

to him and the other Kings.

("Leaving On A Jet Plane"
by My Morning Jacket plays)

♪* All my bags are packed,
I'm ready to go *♪

♪* I'm standin' here
outside your door *♪

♪* I hate to wake you up *♪

♪* To say goodbye *♪

♪* But the dawn is breakin',
it's early morn *♪

♪* The taxi's waitin',
he's blowin' his horn *♪

♪* Already I'm so lonesome
I could die *♪

♪* So kiss me and smile for me *♪

♪* Tell me
that you'll wait for me *♪

♪* Hold me
like you'll never let me go *♪

♪* 'Cause I'm leavin'
on a jet plane *♪

♪* Don't know
when I'll be back again *♪

♪* Oh, babe, I hate to go *♪

♪* There's so many times
I let you down *♪

♪* So many times
I've played around *♪

♪* I tell you now,
they don't mean a thing *♪

♪* Every place I go,
I'll think of you *♪

♪* Every song I'll sing,
I'll sing for you *♪

♪* When I come back *♪

♪* I'll bring your wedding ring *♪

(door opens)

♪* So kiss me
and smile for me *♪

♪* Tell me that you'll wait
for me *♪

♪* Hold me like
you'll never let me go *♪

♪* 'Cause I'm leavin' *♪

I don't want to.

♪* On a jet plane *♪

♪* Don't know
when I'll be back again... *♪

Me, neither.

♪* I hate to go *♪

♪* Now the time has come
to leave you *♪

♪* One more time
let me kiss you *♪

♪* Then close your eyes *♪

♪* I'll be on my way *♪

♪* Dream about the days to come *♪

(fading):
** When I won't have
to leave alone *♪

(Coco exhales)

♪* About the times *♪

♪* I won't have to say. *♪

-(footsteps approaching)
-(door opens)

(camera clicking)

You're a good girl, Hope.

(sighs)

My best girl.

(door opens, closes)

(coyote howls in distance)

(crickets chirping)

(dog barking in distance)

(sighs)

(door closes)

Jesus. Will you just
come inside already?

Am I in trouble?

Just get in here before
the neighbors call the cops.

(sniffs)

Come on.

(Bishop sniffs)

That flashing's coming loose.

Yeah, it was like that
when you left.

(quietly):
Come on.

-(door closes)
-(soft music playing)

-(distant siren wailing)
-(footsteps approaching)

Hey, Pop.

She's peeing.

(dog barking in distance)

-Hey.
-Hey.

You're back.

The leftovers are in the fridge.

(laughs)
I'll miss you, too.

What are those?

-Tamales.
-Wrapped in leaves?

What is wrong with you two, huh?

(woman singing operatic music)

(engine turns off)

(dog barking in distance)

(crickets chirping)

Thanks for today.

I think actually
you might be growing on him.

(Gabriela laughs softly)

It's nice...

what you're doing for him.

I miss my mom
and my brother, so...

it's nice for me, too.

He's a good man.

What?

-(chuckles): What?
-(laughs softly)

Um... I should go in.

My uncle won't sleep until I do.

Yeah.

Okay.

Good night, Gaby.

Buenas noches, Ezekiel.

(sighs)

EZ?

Yeah.

Good night.

Good night.

(engine starts)

(distant siren wailing)

(refrigerator door opens,
closes)

(sniffs)

NAILS:
Mm.

Hey, um,

we should talk.

-(Nails gasps)
-ADELITA: Maybe you should

put some clothes on first.

(Nails gasps)





(baby laughing)

-(engines rumbling)
-(dog barks)

MAN: ** From the cradle *♪

♪* To the grave *♪

♪* We are driven *♪

♪* By the pain *♪

I will make love to you
when the w*r is over.

Since when are we
the kind of family

to retreat into separate rooms
to look at separate screens?

We were never gonna be
the Waltons.

I don't need us
to be the Waltons.

I'd make do with the Munsters
at this point.

Or the Manson family.
At least they had
a shared interest.

Men have been doing comedy
for longer

because women were expected
to stay home, have children
and then die.

We're socialized not to say
the things that we want to say.

I love you.
But you know who I hate?
(low voice) Becky.

I'm seeing a lot of badass girls
get into this field.

WOMAN:
We're all fueling each other.

And it's becoming
something bigger.

♪* White guys *♪

You guys have had
a pretty bad year.
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