03x07 - What Comes of Handlin' Snakeskin

[bunniefuu]

♪ ♪

MEDINA: Welcome to Northern Cali.

[siren whoops]

You're a long way from home.

Prospect. Don't play with the animals.

They're some nasty m*therf*ckers.

That's Stockton's finest.

GABRIELA: Help us!

He's lost so much blood!

He's been sh*t.

Angel. Angel, stop.

- Come on.
- f*ck off. What the f*ck you doing here?

- Life insurance.
- f*ck you. On whose word?

Alvarez.

Tell me why the f*ck you got people

posted up at the hospital.

You lied to me about the heroin.

Now, you touch those Stockton Mayans,

you're not gonna just
answer to the Kings.

[line ringing]

- [phone rings]
- Yeah?

f*cking do it.

[motorcycle engine revving]

Whoa!

f*ck.

Are you sure?

[phone chirps]

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[flames crackling]

♪ ♪

[motorcycle engine rumbling]

[engine turns off]

[birds chirping]

[screen door creaks open]

[dog barking in distance]

[voice breaking]: I'm so sorry, baby.

[cries softly]

- It's okay.
- Flaco's mom...

She blames me. Says it's my fault.

TREENIE: No. She knows
you didn't mean it, baby.

She knows you loved Flaco.

GAETA: f*cking sh*t 'em down like dogs.

You're gonna get those
m*therf*ckers, baby.

And you're gonna make it right.

It's okay.

- [footsteps approaching]
- [gasps]

- [screams]
- [grunting, groaning]

Stay the f*ck down!

- [whimpers]
- [Gaeta cries out]

Where the f*ck is Ramos?!

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- [tattoo g*n buzzing, stops]
- [man chuckles]

Bro, that's f*cking sick.

- f*cking tight. [laughs]
- f*cking tight, bro.

[entry bells jingle]

Hey, what's up, guys?

How's business?

"Dude-bro date-r*pe" here is a walk-in.

The rest of the day's booked.

[register beeping, dings]

♪ ♪

- [tattoo g*n buzzing]
- MAN: Ow.

m*therf*cker!

Where the f*ck is Ramos?!

- [clattering]
- [indistinct shouting]

[glass shatters]

[grunting]

[heavy metal music playing]

Stay the f*ck down!

♪ Feel you f*cking... ♪

[yelling fiercely]

♪ f*ck ♪

♪ You! ♪

Where the f*ck is he?!

[Smoky grunting]

Where the f*ck is Ramos?!

[engine rumbling]

[birds screeching]

[engine revving]

[engine turns off]

[kickstand clinks]

Any issues?

No. [exhales]

Dropped Gaby off in
Lodi with the family.

Just took the down.

- How you feeling?
- [EZ exhales sharply]

I'm all good.

Miss anything?

No sign of Ramos,

but your brother went
yard on Gaeta's head.

- [laughs]
- Oh, sh*t, bro.

- I liked Gaeta.
- ANGEL: Man, f*ck Gaeta.

Hey, his chick's bangin'.

I think she likes me.

Bro, you told her you
were gonna k*ll her man

and burn her f*cking house down.

Some chicks dig that.

- [phone ringing]
- And actually...

It's probably her right now.

sh*t, it's Lobo.

- What's going on?
- [EZ sucks teeth]

[groans softly]

What the hell you so giddy about?

[laughs]

Nah.

- Oh, sh*t. Oh, sh*t.
- Ah.

Is the drought finally over?

- Shut up.
- Oh, man.

I bet it was so romantic.

Bet there were, like, birds chirping

- and all kinds of sh*t.
- f*ck off, bro.

I have no problem with fratricide.

I don't know what that means,

but I know you should be thanking me.

- For what?
- For what?

My f*cking solid-ass advice,

telling you to fight for
her and all that sh*t.

Listen, bro, this is what happens

when you listen to your older,
better-looking brother.

Yeah. I look forward to
meeting that guy someday.

[chuckles]: Stop.

[engines turn off]

You made it.

Wouldn't miss it.

- How you feeling?
- Hundred percent.

- Wouldn't say if you weren't.
- Probably not.

- Oh...
- All right, I'll let him know.

Bro.

Any word from Tucson?

Yeah, I was just on with them.

They're still sitting at Ramos's
house, but there's no movement.

- Nothing.
- f*ck.

Call them in. We need to regroup.

- I'd say Stockton knows we're here now.
- Yep.

Everybody rest up.

We'll reconvene once we
hear back from Tucson.

GILLY: Yo, I just heard back from...

Hey.

The f*ck are you going?

- Bishop said to...
- Hey!

You see this piece of sh*t town?

Hmm?

What happens if somebody
tries to steal the van?

Oh, am I supposed to answer?

Well, it was a f*cking question,

you fat puke, waste of space, so yeah!

- We're f*cked?
- No.

You're f*cked.

Because your fat ass is gonna be walking

all the way back to Santo Padre.

You think you can handle it?

And why not?

Because I'm a fat...

puke of a waste of space?

That's right.

And that's why you're gonna do burpees.

I want you pounds lighter
by the time I come back out.

Hey, hey.

You good?

Look, man, I know it's tough.

But don't give up, all right?

Become the mass and a
particle in the mass.

Is that science?

It's Jung.

Jeezy?

[laughs]: No. No, no, it just... It...

It means that being a prospect
is about destroying the ego.

Learning to exist for the
greater good of the group.

There's freedom in that.

Giving up your own wants and desires

for the benefit of something
greater than yourself.

♪ ♪

I-Is that why you joined?

[scoffs] Cerebrally.

You're really smart.

Yeah, well...

I also just really wanted to
kick the sh*t out of people.

[both chuckle]

I'm never giving up.

This is all I want.

The way people look at you?

The way they look at all of you.

My whole life,

all I've ever been is a punch line.

And I don't want to laugh along anymore.

Hey. You're gonna be all right.

Thanks, EZ.

Now do some burpees, you f*cking puke!

[Steve chuckles]

[exhales]

[grunts]

[door opens]

LETICIA: Oh, Jesus f*cking Christ.

I thought you were dead.

I ain't.

What the f*ck is wrong with you?

- Huh?
- What the f*ck?

How could you just f*cking
disappear like that?

You look like sh*t.

I need something.

No, f*ck that, Coco. I'm
not gonna help you score.

No, no. f*ck.

Just something for the pain.

[grunts]

I'll see what we have.

♪ ♪

[exhales slowly]

All we got is just some, like,
old-ass, expired Excedrin.

[exhales]

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

[engines approaching]

Go. Get everyone.

[engines turn off]

Something I can do for you?

Yeah.

[blows nose]

You can go the f*ck home.

Afraid that's not happening, Diaz.

[vehicles passing outside]

What's in there?

Party favors.

[chuckles]

That the one they sh*t?

Yeah, I f*cking am.

He looks okay to me.

Better than Flaco and Chepe.

[chuckles]

Can't help it if we're harder to k*ll.

- You know Chepe had three kids, eh?
- ANGEL: Well, they won't

have to grow up knowing their
old man was a piece of sh*t.

- Man, he was your f*cking brother.
- No.

That's my f*cking brother.

Anyone with a Mayans kutte on
whose flash doesn't say Stockton

is my f*cking brother.

Everyone else is a f*cking target.

Hey.

[scoffs]

How many dead Mayans
you gonna be happy with?

Today, just the one.

He reached out, you know?

Ramos.

Asked for my backing.

Hmm.

And what'd you say?

Your primo and I,

we started this sh*t... together.

SOA, those r*cist
fucks, wouldn't have us.

Alvarez will tell you he
was the founding Mayan,

but one man does not make a club, right?

You going somewhere with this?

Because we're a little busy.

[laughing]

[snorts]

Ah, I remember when you showed up.

f*cking little orphan Obispo.

Marcus would put you up on his bike,

your feet couldn't touch the pegs.

- [Diaz laughs]
- [Bishop chuckles]

I can f*cking reach 'em now.

Maybe.

Point is,

you've always been in his shadow.

You jumped when he told
you to leave your charter,

go south and turn us
into f*cking Walmart.

Just did what was best for the club.

I still am.

Brothers k*lling brothers
is best for the club?

- Didn't fire that first sh*t.
- You did, actually.

k*lling all those VM.

Blew up the g*n deal.

Which, if I was a suspicious individual,

would look pretty f*cking suspicious.

'Cause ain't it so convenient
that as long as we're suckling

from the Galindo heroin tit,

Santo Padre stays the gatekeeper.

That's just it.

I don't want to be
the f*cking gatekeeper.

I agree, we've become
a f*cking corporation,

with a g*dd*mn board of directors.

This Three King bullshit doesn't work.

And Ramos and Canche aren't
stepping down, willingly.

But as long as they're in power,

this club's gonna be
focused on one thing:

getting rich off the drug trade.

You're saying you'd
go against your cousin?

You'd go against the cartel?

f*ck Galindo.

And Alvarez...

...is no longer a Mayan.

Join us, brother.

Help me get us back
to who we really are.

m*therf*cking outlaws.

And Stockton?

Ramos green-lit one of my guys.

That can't go unanswered.

I want to bring this
M.C. back to its glory.

But first, there's
got to be a reckoning.

♪ ♪

DIAZ: Get back to Stockton.

Tell them we're in.

But we want to meet
with Ramos. In person.

I'm on it.

[phone buttons clicking]

DIAZ: We'll hang here.

Ride out together once
we get a fix on Ramos.

See about that reckoning.

To m*therf*cking outlaws.

Mm-hmm.

What the hell? Creep.

You're just watching me?

Here.

[exhales]

[grunts]

f*cking Mountain Dew?

- [coughs]
- It's all we had.

- Coco, listen...
- Please, I-I...

I-I can't do this right now, no.

It's got to be right now.

When I know that you're not f*cked-up.

I'm not stupid, Coco.

I lived through all this
sh*t with Celia. I...

You got to stop.

- You got to get clean.
- [lighter flicks]

[inhales sharply]

You don't know what
you're talking about.

[coughs]

- I'm good.
- [scoffs]

Where's my iPad, Coco? Hmm?

And what the f*ck happened to my car?

I-I told you, I parked it on the street

and somebody f*cked it up.

You probably f*cked the wrong guy

and pissed off his girlfriend.

What the f*ck is wrong with you?

Why the f*ck would you say that?!

I'm trying to help you, assh*le!

I didn't ask for your f*cking help.

And I didn't ask for you.

[scoffs softly]

You know what?

f*ck you.

I didn't ask for you.

I hope that you f*cking OD and die,

you junkie piece of sh*t.

[door slams open]

f*ck.

f*ck me.

[g*nf*re over TV]

[excited chatter in Spanish]

[cheering, laughter]

[chatter continues in Spanish]

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[laughter]

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[g*nf*re continues over TV]

MONICA: Adelita?

- [woman speaks Spanish]
- Adelita?

[exhales]

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Adelita.

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- [Pablo grunts]
- [others gasping]

[coughs]

[grunting]

[others gasping]

Adelita!

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Serafín.

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["Let It Ride" by
Bachman-Turner Overdrive plays]

♪ ♪

I'm good.

Always was a little uppity.

Think he just likes his teeth intact.

♪ Let it ride ♪

As do I.

♪ Goodbye... ♪

I'll take it.

More for us, huh?

Look, the weapons are
packed up, we're ready.

Let's roll out.

- Cálmate.
- [lighter flicks]

Our guys are still out there
trying to get a bead on Ramos.

Don't worry. Soon.

♪ Try, try, try, let it ride ♪

♪ While you've been out runnin' ♪

♪ I've been waitin' half the night ♪

These guys know how to party.

♪ Try, try, try, let it ride ♪

We sure they're gonna be able
to tell us apart from Stockton?

♪ And would you cry if I
told you that I lied? ♪

Eh. Go make sure Creeper's
got the van loaded.

I want to be ready to move
out the minute they find Ramos.

♪ If I told you that I lied? ♪

♪ And would you say goodbye ♪

♪ Or would you let it ride? ♪

♪ ♪

How these m*therf*ckers
survived all these years

- is a surprise.
- Mm.

[faintly]: ♪ Let it ride... ♪

You all good?

Yeah. Just schooling the youngster here

on the rules of the road.

My record's clean.

Oh, you don't say.

So unlike everybody else,

I can carry on the way
up there, just in case...

Yeah, I know how it
works, bro, thank you.

[train horn blowing in distance]

Careful you don't sh**t
your d*ck off, kid.

[laughter]

No, he's serious.

Put it in the back of
your waistband, bro.

♪ Try, try, try, let it ride... ♪

This f*cking rookie.

♪ If I told you that I lied? ♪

You've got this amigo.

- [speaking Spanish]
- Hey!

[exclaiming]

Okay, okay, okay. [laughs]

[speaks Spanish]

- Por favor. Gracias.
- De nada.

[both continue in Spanish]

- [phone vibrating]
- Okay.

Okay?

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- ¿A dónde vas?
- Yeah, Mami, okay.

Yeah, yeah, yeah...

[phone vibrating]

- Hey. Are you on your way?
- EZ: Not yet.

It's taking longer than I thought.

Might be a little late for dinner.

It's okay. I'll save you a plate.

[rock music playing]

Have you been changing your dressing?

[indistinct chatter]

Yeah.

[laughs] Why don't I believe you?

[laughs]

- I will, I swear, after this.
- [laughs]

Want one?

Who's he talking to?

That dude only knows two
people outside this club.

And your daddy don't make him
smile all stupid like that.

[laughs]

♪ Ain't got no hesitation... ♪

- Quieres que...
- I'm on the phone, menso.

Por favor.

- Are you speaking with your novio?
- Cállate.

GABRIELA'S BROTHER: Did
you tell him you love him?

- [laughs]
- [Gabriela speaks Spanish]

[sighs]

[dog barking in distance]

Um, I'm sorry about that.

No, it's okay.

Uh...

Well, I should probably go.

Okay.

[crickets chirping]

Is it weird that I miss you?

[distant siren wailing]

Not at all.

I can't stop thinking about last night.

Well, uh,

we have tonight, too.

[laughs softly] Not in my mom's house.

You're sleeping in my brother's room.

And I'm sorry in advance...
He's very annoying.

Yeah, they all are.

I should, I should really go.

Okay.

Bye, EZ.

All right, see you soon.

- You good?
- Yeah, of course.

I mean...

you good with all this?

Is your head in this?

Bro, being in two places at one time

is a sure way to end up in neither.

- Meaning you're dead.
- Yeah.

I got it, thanks.

Bro, I'm here.

I'm here. Seriously, I'm here.

Good.

'Cause Pops is only getting older.

I don't want to get stuck
having to wipe his ass alone.

Wow, you're a saint, bro.

I know.

[zipper opens]

[urinating]

Br... bro!

There's a bathroom in the f*cking room.

Bro, it's Duck Dynasty on Ice in there.

I ain't going back in.

[tires screeching]

CREEPER: Who the f*ck's that?

[tires screech]

f*ck. [grunts]

Come on, come on.

Get that fat piece of sh*t! Get him!

Take him down!

[Steve grunting]

[whimpering]

[grunting]

m*therf*cker!

- [glass shatters]
- The f*ck is that?

DIAZ: Hmm.

That sounds like that reckoning
you were talking about.

[blows landing outside]

[shouts]

[grunting]

[blows landing]

You're f*cking looking for me, huh?

Culero. [laughs]

- [speaking Spanish]
- Let's go get him! You f*cking...

[grunting]

- [blows landing]
- [indistinct shouting]

[grunting]

- m*therf*cker!
- [groans]

Ah! [yelling]

[tires screeching]

- [baseball bat clinking]
- [chains rattling]

- Come on, man.
- [shouts]

f*ck!

Oye! There's more out back.
[shouts in Spanish]

- Hey, let's go!
- Orale, cabrón.

Let's get those bastards!

[soft music playing]

Hey, Santo Padre!

- Pieces of sh*t!
- f*ck yeah!

[all yelling]

Yeah, come on! Come on, b*tches!

[grunting, shouting]

Get off!

[straining]

[grunting]

f*ck you!

Come on, b*tches!

[grunting continues]

Get off! Get off me!

[screams]

m*therf*cker.

[grunting]

f*ck you!

[grunting, shouting continue]

Ah!

EZ!

[grunting]

[yelling]

[straining]

m*therf*cker!

Bitch!

♪ ♪

[panting]

[all grunting]

Hey!

[grunting]

[Steve whimpering]

[indistinct shouting]

[g*nsh*t]

[distant siren wailing]

[all panting]

[gasps weakly]

- We gotta go!
- Come on, let's go!

Let's leave, man!

- Go!
- [sirens approaching]

Creep!

You okay? Creeper?

- Hey, we got to go!
- No!

We got to go, come on!

- We got to go!
- That's enough, let's go!

Hey, we got to go!

- Move it!
- Where's the...?

- Where's the prospect?
- Move. Come on!

- f*ck!
- Come on!

[sirens wailing]

Is he gonna be okay?

Come on!

We got to f*cking go!

- Let's go! Move! Move!
- Prospect, let's go!

[indistinct shouting]

- Where's Pavía?
- HANK: I don't know.

- We got to f*cking go, come on!
- f*ck!

- Hey, what the f*ck you doing?
- I'm not letting him go

to jail with these f*cking lames alone!

- Creeper!
- f*ck it. Let's roll!

HANK: Lobo, come on!

You're with me.

Prospect, get on the f*cking bike!

[others shouting, muttering]

[sirens continue wailing]

f*ck!

Guess you can't trust a
meth-smoking assh*le after all.

GILLY: f*cking Creep.

- Think he's gonna be all right in there?
- LOBO: I'll stay back.

Make sure he and Pavía post bail.

- f*ck we gonna do about Ramos?
- HANK: You know

it's only a matter of
time before word gets back

to the other charters.

People are gonna start picking sides.

After failing tonight,

I'm afraid Ramos and Canche
are the more popular vote.

What the f*ck are we gonna do now?

I know.

[siren wailing]

[indistinct radio chatter]

Hey, my man needs a hospital.

Shut the f*ck up.

Hey, f*ck you!

He needs a hospital now.

f*ck a hospital.

You're both gonna need a
morgue before tonight's over.

O'GRADY: This guy. Yeah, the ugly one.

Hey, buddy. [chuckles]

He's wanted for questioning.

Got to haul his ass
over to Contra Costa.

[handcuffs clicking]

All right, thank you.

♪ ♪

See? We own this f*cking town.

You'll be dead by morning.

[car engine starts]

[coughs]

[knocking on door]

f*ck, thank God.

Isaac's gonna k*ll me if
he finds out I'm not there.

f*ck Isaac.

[Coco scratching]

You just left.

I ju... I just had to get out of there.

I mean, that place is f*cked,

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

It's my home.

Yeah... my daughter.

I didn't know you had a daughter.

She's an assh*le, but...

You holding?

What?

Just...

Thought maybe you kind
of wanted to see me, too.

f*ck. f*ck.

I mean...

Yes. I'm-I'm...

[stammers] I'm just hurting.

You-you know how when you
close your eyes, and...

there's those... those
black squiggly things?

It's not really dark,

because they move around and sh*t.

Drives you f*cking
crazy, so you can't sleep.

- [spoon clinking]
- Yeah, I... I guess.

COCO: Well, I got these things...

these things that I did, and...

they make it so, no matter
what, when I close my eyes,

- [heroin bubbling]
- that's all I see.

[lighter snaps closed]

You mean, like a metaphor?

Uh, yeah, I mean, I-I guess.

It's just that when I'm with you...

It's like, uh...

it's like I finally have some peace.

It's just blackness.

I can forget.

♪ ♪

I don't think it's me,
Coco. [chuckles softly]

Yeah, well, maybe not.

All I know is I wanted you
both here with me tonight.

♪ ♪

["Pulling Mussels" by
Squeeze playing over radio]

Yeah, you know, people
always focus on the chorus.

Right?

A chorus is just a major chord whore,

spreading its legs for
every listener to sing along.

[chuckles]

But the bridge, man.

Bridge keeps you guessing.

Will they modulate?

Switch key? Go for the minor?

A chorus, you f*ck. [laughs]

But the, uh, the bridge, man.

The bridge, you marry,

and spend the rest of your life
marveling at her complexity.

♪ My holiday's complete ♪

My buddies and I were
in a band in high school.

♪ And I feel like William Tell... ♪

- Creative differences.
- [scoffs]

Pull over and f*cking uncuff me.

♪ Pulling mussels from a shell... ♪

Yeah, okay.

Uh, you can drop me at my girl's,

and then get your ass
back and cut my boys loose.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Sure, sure thing.

Now get these off. They're digging in.

- [guitar solo playing]
- Okay.

Yeah. [laughs]

It's awesome.

Listen, listen, listen, listen, listen.

♪ ♪

Here she comes.

Yeah.

- [solo crescendos]
- f*ck yeah!

- [g*nsh*t]
- Oh!

[quietly]: Jesus.

What the f*ck, man?

[gasping softly]

You were supposed to
drag him out of the car.

I got some... [spits]

Got some in my mouth. [spits]

Dude.

You can't make someone more dead.

I've got to get this sh*t detailed.

We want our two guys kept
separate and safe tonight,

then out by tomorrow morning.

Yeah, I'll see what I can do.

♪ For sweet little niece... ♪

Okay. f*ck.

Okay. Okay.

♪ Looking at a local map... ♪

Are we at least straight?

'Cause this is very clearly a debt paid.

Come on, man.

Am I free?

♪ And I feel like William Tell ♪

♪ Maid Marian... ♪

Are any of us?

O'GRADY: What the f*ck?

What the f*ck does that mean?

What the f...

f*cking existential biker bullshit.

["Plymouth" by Strand of Oaks playing]

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♪ Sometimes I move like shadows ♪

♪ Sometimes I move like wind ♪

♪ Most days I start ♪

♪ Where I begin ♪

♪ I'm naked in the Great Lakes ♪

♪ Underneath the shine of Mars ♪

♪ I begged my friends
to let me drift off ♪

♪ Shower your loves in kisses ♪

♪ Shower the world with tears ♪

♪ Take advantage of
those who got you here ♪

♪ Let me roll ♪

♪ Let me go ♪

♪ Let me roll ♪

♪ Let me go ♪

♪ I'm bound to lose control ♪

[muted chatter, laughter]

♪ ♪

♪ And I stopped listening to music ♪

♪ I kept writing the same songs ♪

♪ Comfort doesn't mean
you're better off ♪

Saved you the best one.

[lively chatter, laughter]

[overlapping chatter in Spanish]

Gracias, Mami.

[continues in Spanish]

[chatter continues in Spanish]

♪ ♪

Is it good?

Are you happy?

OTHERS: Ooh...!

[laughter]

- ♪ Let me roll ♪
- [speaking Spanish]

Chismoso.

♪ Let me go ♪

[chatter continues in Spanish]

♪ Let me roll ♪

♪ Let me go ♪

♪ I'm bound to lose control ♪

Sí, Mami. Por favor.

♪ ♪

- ♪ I'm bound ♪
- [lock clicking]

♪ To lose control. ♪

Wake up, Coco.

We need to talk.

Coco?

- [drops keys]
- Coco!

Coco? Coco!

[voice breaking]: Coco, wake up!

[crying]: Coco!

Coco.

[crying]: Don't leave me, please.