04x04 - A Crow Flew By

[bunniefuu]

(shouting)

(barks)

CANCHE: You f*cking come at me?

- Dad.
- At my f*cking kid?

What happened to the great El Padrino?

MARCUS: Your flash.

The future of this club starts today.

- EZ: Where's Gaby?
- It's better this way.

- What did you say?
- Let her go.

JOKER: Happy's been f*cked
ever since Montez bailed.

BOSTON TERRY:
Montez is as much of a brother

as anyone in this f*cking room.

DOC: That ain't true.

If it was, he'd be in this f*cking room.

- And the Mayans?
- There ain't no appetite for w*r.

JESS: I found something
and I don't know what to do.

El Banquero needs us.

If we pull this off,

- we'll be fully in bed with him.
- I can do it.

I'll go with the Reyes brothers.

MANNY: I think this is our package.

Can't bring a kid, man.

This is Noah, and leaving him

- is nonnegotiable.
- CANCHE: It's all right.

We got you.

NOAH: I don't want to.

- RANDALL: It's our little secret.
- No.

- Please.
- What the f*ck?

- (g*nsh*t)
- (Noah screams)

EZ: Angel, what the f*ck did you d?

What the f*ck did you do?!

- (insects trilling)
- (Randall gasping)

(insects trilling)

(Randall panting, groaning)

EZ: f*ck.

I had no choice. He was...

- You did the right thing.
- I know I did the right thing!

(groaning)

We can't just leave his dad out here.

NOAH: He's not my dad.

He's my friend.

He said we were going on an adventure.

This is gonna be bad, Angel.

I know it's f*cking bad.
What the f*ck do we do, then?

- (g*nsh*t)
- (screaming)

MANNY: Let the coyotes
take care of this piece of sh*t.

Sun's coming up.

We'll drop the kid off.

He can call his parents.

f*ck.

- (insects trilling)
- (chickens clucking in distance)

(footsteps approaching)

♪

- (twig snaps)
- (rapidly departing footfalls)

♪

COCO: You good?

You want some breakfast?

(bowl rattles)

I got to get to it.

- Hey.
- Hmm?

Do you think
you could pick me up tonight?

You don't even like riding the bike.

I, um...

I just don't like walking home alone.

It's sketchy.

Got a lot to do.

Mm. (kiss)

But I don't see why not.

(chuckles)

Promise?

Yeah.

I promise.

But I got to go.

- Crazy ass.
- (laughs)

(chuckles)

(door closes)

(sighs)

(chickens clucking in distance)

(grunts)

(wind blowing)

(insects trilling)

(trowel scrapes)

(rock clanks)

♪

Who pulled the trigger?

Who pulled the f*cking trigger?!

I did.

Fucker, I did.

I made sure the m*therf*cker was dead.

I was the ranking officer there.

It was my call.

It's on me.

This is who you give power to?

This is who you trust?

What the f*ck am I supposed
to tell El Banquero?

You tell him we don't run
protection for kid touchers.

Hurting kids...

You all did the right thing.

(clangs)

What they did, Padrino,
is k*ll the pipeline.

And maybe every m*therf*cker
in this room.

Santo Padre.

Hang back.

There's one more thing.

You got to be f*cking kidding me!

There ain't no f*cking way!

♪ Be clear, we here,
and now you can't ignore it ♪

That's my new prospect.

♪ We don't ever show it, we got to go ♪

♪ Go, you already know it ♪

Anybody got a problem with that,

you can take it up with me.

♪ Change that ♪

Good.

♪ Play that, if you know ♪

♪ You better stay back, back up ♪

All right then,
you French-braided little bitch,

get the f*ck behind that bar
and get me a beer then.

Go!

♪ You take a break ♪

Faster, prospect!

Sad f*cking day when we start letting

SoundCloud rapper-looking
m*therf*ckers in here.

♪ Go... ♪

♪ Go, go, go, go, go, go... ♪

What's up?

It's time for you to pack up.

Time to come home.

This about that bullshit in the desert?

We sent you down here
to keep an eye on things.

MANNY: All due respect,

I thought you sent me down here
to help repair things.

You did that a little too good, brother.

It's time for you to come back to Yuma,

your true family.

♪ Limitations, instead ♪

♪ Take that feeling
when you're anxious... ♪

Yeah.

- (indistinct conversation)
- (pool balls clacking)

MAN: Sup, man?

Looks like I get to go see
my lady and kid a little sooner.

Aw, sh*t, man. Congrats.

♪ On your mark... ♪

Didn't want it like this, but...

f*ck it, you know?

Wouldn't change a f*cking thing.

Except maybe getting stabbed
and kicked off a roof.

You know, could've done
without that sh*t, and maybe...

I don't know, maybe being stuck
in the desert

with a f*cking pedophile,
but that's just me.

- At least it wasn't boring.
- Yeah.

♪ Keep up... ♪

You're a good dude, EZ Reyes.

♪ You got to go, come on... ♪

- You, too, Manny.
- (grunts)

♪ You got to go, come on... ♪

(door opens)

♪ You got to go, come on... ♪

(door closes)

♪ Get ready ♪

♪ You got to go, on your ♪

♪ Mark. ♪

(door closes)

You wanted to see me?

Sit down.

(clears throat)

I want you to know that
I've been watching you.

Keeping your head down.

Putting in the work.

Staying clean.

I'm just trying to get right
w-with the club.

The club.

The club is all of us.

Not one person. Not one charter.

These selfish fucks putting in
their own resentments,

their own bullshit first,

threatening to destroy what
better men than them have built.

Are you here to build,

or are you here to destroy?

I'm sending you to Oakland.

Be a representative for us,
for the Fallen Brothers.

Help build a bridge between Santo Padre

and the rest of the club.

You good with that?

f*ck yeah, I am.

Good.

And Coco.

You get this right,

your bottom rocker might be waiting
for you when you get back, huh.

Gracias, padrino.

(Marcus speaks Spanish)

Hey. Can I get another, sweetheart?

♪ Deep down it's darker than me... ♪

CIELO (whispers): Jess and I
usually start watering it down

when he gets like this.

♪ I'm jet black... ♪

That's weird,

'cause he looks like
a grown-ass man to me.

You got it.

♪ Away from the light... ♪

Just say when.

♪ Jet black, jet black... ♪

When.

♪ You think you're running from me ♪

- (chuckles)
- ♪ Time's running out, and I agree. ♪

Hey.

What happened out there is on me.

Wasn't Manny's fault.

No sh*t.

Yeah, well, if I had to guess, I'd

say it was your idiot f*cking brother.

You're the one who put us out there,

with a kid getting r*ped in the desert.

Oh, now you're a f*cking
advocate for child safety?

Listen. I'm willing to put

whatever you and I got going on
between us behind us.

This club has a lot of rebuilding to do.

We're not gonna accomplish that

if you and I are
at each other's throats.

This guy, El Banquero,

- there's got to be a way...
- Oh, you want to help?

Right? You want to, you want to help me

like you helped your president?

'Cause last I saw, he was in
there drinking himself to death

while you're out here wearing his flash.

Now, let's get something clear.

You hurt my kid.
I'll never forgive that.

I don't give a f*ck how many accolades

or patches Alvarez decorates you with,

you'll never be nothing
but a walking dead man to me.

Don't let me catch you slipping.

OTERO: We got to go, dog.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I got to go clean up your f*cking mess.

(motorcycles revving)

He's got to let that sh*t go.

Everything that happened between us...

- Stop.
- What?

Sit.

Do you know why I made you VP?

I don't.

'Cause you have a good idea

of what this club could be.

But you don't understand this.

Who we are. Who we come from.

The rules and why we have them.

I started this thing

because we wanted something
that belonged to us,

and we fought tooth and nail for it.

But you have to understand this

to truly understand what it is
to wear that kutte.

As my friend Jax once said,

"Forget the past,

and you're doomed to repeat it."

Santayana.

What?

(sighs)

It wasn't your friend.

It was Jorge Santayana who said that.

Just read the f*cking book.

(door slides open)

(door slides closed)

Hey, watch it.

Sorry, Taza.

You good, Jess?
You, uh, still feeling sick?

No.

I'm better now.

Thanks, Hank.

I don't even recognize
this place anymore.

What the f*ck's happening to this club?

We're being tested.

I'm not sure we're gonna make it.

Man, this is the last f*cking place

I want to be for Fallen Brothers.

We should be in Oakland

with everyone else
from the mother chapter.

Being here's a f*cking insult.

Oy, man.

f*cking finally.

Damn!

- (sighs)
- Hey.

If you're not feeling ,
you can go home.

- No, I should stay...
- I got it.

Seriously, go home.

Yeah, okay. Thanks, Cielo.

(dog barking in distance)

(line ringing)

Hey.

I can't f*cking do this.

The f*ck do you mean?

JESS (over phone):
I'm f*cking scared, man.

They're gonna find out,
and if they do...

Get your sh*t together, Jess.

Stop f*cking bitching
and keep your ears open.

If you hear anything...

I may have heard something.

One...

Two...

Three.

(grunts)

- (laughs) Oh, sh*t.
- Mm.

(grunts)

Mm.

You can't keep up with me, old man.

(laughs) sh*t, I'll keep up
with you all night.

Oh, yeah?

Well, we'll see about that.

Hey, Bish. Can we talk?

Hey, hey.

What could we possibly
need to talk about, EZ?

Hey, you know, this whole VP thing.

I didn't ask for it.

I would never...

- (laughs)
- I wouldn't do that to you.

It's all good.

- No, really, I...
- You like Nietzsche, right?

- Nietzsche.
- Nietzsche.

That guy.

Of course you would like
that m*therf*cker.

He was all about power and will.

(sniffs)

Come here.

So, what you need to do now

is...

take that power that you crave, EZ.

Take that sh*t with
your bare f*cking hands.

Then...

find the will,

shove it right up
your f*cking ass. (laughing)

- (laughing)
- See? She gets it.

Okay, where were we? Where were we?

(sighs)

Anything else?

- Ooh!
- Hey, what're you doing?

You better respect your VP.

Hey.

Educate your ex-president.

f*ck away from me.

- (spits)
- (door opens)

(door slams shut)

♪

(panting)

Mm.

(sighs)

- (door bells jingle)
- (water running)

(music playing quietly)

FELIPE: Just a minute.

- (door closes)
- (door bells jingle)

♪ That same old fool ♪

♪ Looking back at me ♪

♪ And I say ♪

♪ Hello, fool ♪

♪ Are you ♪

♪ You still my love ♪

♪ Don't you? ♪

(song ends)

("The First Million Tears"
by Al Hazan starts playing)

(door closes)

♪ They say the first ♪

♪ Million tears ♪

♪ Are the hardest to cry ♪

♪ And after ♪

♪ A million ♪

♪ Your tears will start to dry... ♪

(door closes)

Hello?

♪ Yes, I know ♪

♪ I got a long way to go ♪

♪ Before all my... ♪

(motorcycle revs outside)

(motorcycle drives away)

♪ Because the first million tears ♪

♪ Are the hardest ♪

♪ To cry ♪

♪ And I've just begun... ♪

(sighs)

I used my hand to prevent the branch

from going into my head.

Bike went one way, I went the other, and

brothers went to go get my mom.

Thought I was gonna bleed out,

f*cking die in a field somewhere.

I always wanted to be a ballerina.

(laughs) Yeah.

I always loved that,
you know, girly sh*t.

I got two older brothers
instead, but, uh, you know.

What about you?

I got this.

And, uh, one on my shoulder.

One through the bicep.

I got... (chuckles) I got them scattered

all over my-my stomach.

Jesus.

I've been sh*t eight times.

No, Jesus... those abs.

I mean, dude, sit down,
finish your sandwich.

You look like you're starving.
(chuckles)

I meant do you have
any brothers or sisters?

Yeah. I'm the oldest of three.

I got a...

got a little brother
and a wild-ass sister.

(chuckles)

Different dads,

but we were close.

My mom, she was always working.

So I looked out for them.

Yeah.

I was the baby,

so...

um... I don't know,
my brothers were more like...

t*rrorists than siblings.

That would've been nice,

having somebody
look out for me, you know?

I mean, it's not too late.

(laughing) Dude...

(laughs) I mean, I'm sorry, what?

Like...

sh*t.

- Was that too much? Fu...
- You know,

- "A" for effort.
- (groans)

Execution was, like...

It was a little clumsy. (laughs)

You make me nervous.

Me?

You've been sh*t, like, times.

I'm just some damaged chick
eating a sandwich.

That sounds a million times deadlier.

Okay. "A" for execution on that.

- (laughs)
- (chuckles)

(engine turns off)

(sighs)

(dog barking in distance)

(exhales)

(children shouting in distance)

(dog barking)

Is it possible you've gotten
even uglier?

It's the syphilis your mom gave me.

She's got me looking like
the Elephant Man.

(laughs)

Ah!

Aw, thanks for making it.

Aw, Rae and Jacob are gonna be
so happy to see you.

Everyone's already out back.

Here.

Tell me you didn't get my kid a dildo.

(laughs) sh*t, no.

The dildo's for you.

(dance music playing)

"And then my wife and I decided
to have my testicles removed.

Now I live life
with my penis inside a cage."

(laughter)

"Oh, it's made life
so much more convenient.

"Now, when I want pleasure, I just call

our bull, Leroy."

(laughter)

LAURIE: Oh, sh*t,
here comes the captain.

Jesus, did we have one
that I don't remember having?

(scoffs) She's Kevin and Maura's.

Yeah, you'd know that
if you made half an effort

with the neighbors instead of just

doing your tired
Mystery Science Theater thing.

- It's pretty entertaining to me.
- RAE: Don't-don't encourage him.

- Dad! Come play at the pool.
- What's up, birthday boy?

First, you got to say hi
to your Uncle Gilbert.

- Hey.
- GILLY: Hey.

Hey, you were half that size
last I seen you.

So, about Jenks' height then.

All right, shark att*ck time.

Let's go. Does Mom want to join?

I'm good, thanks.

You boys go get out
all that testosterone.

Let's go, birthday boy.

- (Paul shouts)
- Okay, kids,

what are we drinking? (sighs)

- Just beer for me.
- (laughs)

p*ssy.

- (laughter)
- We got tequila

inside if anyone's interested.

f*ck yeah. I'll get it.

Uh, sh*t glasses are over the sink.

I'll give you a hand with that,

seeing as you don't have any.

LAURIE: Better hope they have a stool

- so you can reach the cups.
- (laughs) Shut up.

See what you've been missing?

Nothing changes, huh?

Yes.

Let's not let so much time go by again.

- Yeah.
- We miss you.

You know...

You good?

You wouldn't lie to
a senior officer, would you?

(sighs)

You know, uh...

Life?

Yeah.

It's a bitch, and then you die.

Amen.

(man speaking Spanish on TV)

We can't apologize enough
for what happened.

But, given the circumstances...

We'll do what it takes
to make it up to you.

Run double load till you're whole.

Hey, we got a good thing here.

Be-Because of that, we want this...

- (g*nsh*t)
- (glass shatters)

(door closes)

(bell tolling)

(speaking Spanish)

(tires screech)

(g*nshots)

(g*nf*re)

(grunts)

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- (horn honks)
- (g*nf*re)

(horn honking)

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(grunts)

(g*nshots)

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(gate unlocks)

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TOMÁS: Papá.

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¡Vámonos!

(engine starts)

(vehicles drive away)

(door opens)

(door closes)

What're you doing out here?

(grunts)

(coughs)

sh*t's sad in there, man.

Can't stand that new chick

trying to get knuckles deep
in Bishop's prostate exam.

(laughs) Oh, bro.

(grunts)

So, you want to kick it?

Got some studying to do.

(laughs) You f*cking nerd.

Shouldn't you be home

helping your fiancée
get ready for the kid?

(scoffs) She got that sh*t on lock.

Angel.

If I ain't there, I can't f*ck it up.

Well, I think

not being there

is the number-one way to f*ck it up.

Bro, Nails isn't going anywhere.

For some crazy reason,

I think she may actually like you.

Imagine that.

- I can't.
- (laughs) Shut the f*ck up.

(sighs)

Go home.

Yeah.

RAE: You ain't Irish, Lopez.

Just didn't want to make it a big thing.

(chuckles)

You sneaking out after us
not seeing you for so long

would've been a much bigger thing than

you just saying goodbye.

Let me help you with that.

Hey.

- For real, Ranger.
- (chuckles)

RAE: How you doing?

I haven't been called that in forever.

(chuckles) Oh.

What, you got some

cool motorcycle name now, like...

Hatchet or Grizzly?

(laughs)

Grizzly...

Seriously, what do they call you?

Gilly.

(both laughing)

You... you should've gone with Hatchet.

This everything you thought it'd be?

(water splashing)

(muffled laughter
and conversation outside)

Closest thing I could find stateside.

I was surprised when you didn't re-up.

Always imagined you a lifer.

What happened in

Mosul...

You didn't do that.

That wasn't you.

That wasn't any of us.

(sniffles, clears throat)

- (distant scream)
- sh*t.

- PAUL: f*ck you!
- Calm down.

- PAUL: I live here.
- Hey. Hey, hey, hey!

Say it again, m*therf*cker.

GILLY: Don't look at him.

What the f*ck did you say to me?

f*ck you and f*ck your wife, too.

- Who the f*ck are you?
- Don't look at him, look at me.

- He's telling me to calm down.
- Yeah.

Am I not f*cking calm?

Am I not the calmest
m*therf*cker here right now?

Calmest m*therf*cker I know.

- RAE: What happened?
- KEVIN: I asked him to not be

so rough with the kids.

He's making everyone uncomfortable.

(hushed chatter)

MAN (quietly): Honey,
don't worry about it.

Sorry, little man.

I'm sorry.

GILLY: We're all good, bro.

We're all good.

No, this smug m*therf*cker,

made me look like an assh*le
in front of my kid.

- f*ck you!
- You did that all by yourself, Paul.

Ignore that piece of sh*t. Okay?

He's wearing f*cking Jesus sandals.

You really want to f*ck up a
dude wearing f*cking Birkenstocks?

Right? (laughs)

- I missed you.
- I missed you, Paul.

- You good?
- Mm-hmm.

Yeah?

Okay.

I'm good, man.

Hey, guy, listen, no hard feelings?

Sure thing, guy.

(snoring)

(hip-hop music playing faintly)

You tapping out on me, old man?

f*ck no.

You ready for round two?

(Bishop scoffs)

BISHOP: f*ck yeah.

- TREENIE: Mm-hmm? Oh, sh*t.
- (both laugh)

- Line it up.
- Mm.

♪

- Tell me when.
- BISHOP: When.

Damn.

- That's big.
- (both laugh)

(Muzak playing)

(insects trilling)

(siren wailing in distance)

(insects trilling)

- (grunts)
- NAILS: Hey.

ANGEL: Hey.

(whispering): Your dad's here.

(whispers): Okay. Is it a secret?

Uh, he brought a cake.

Yeah, exactly.

(sighs)

(chuckles)

You're home.

Hey, Pop. (clears throat)

Okay. (chuckles)

I'll leave you guys to it.

You don't want some cake?

Well, I'm pretty tired, actually,

on accounts on I'm...

growing a person in my body.

Okay. Uh...

All right.

You didn't tell him
to take off his shoes?

Funny.

(Nails laughs)

You got a Kn*fe?

Uh, yeah.

(clinking softly)

This is good.

Mmm.

(moaning, grunting)

♪ But Jesus ain't coming ♪

♪ So don't waste your time ♪

♪ Not yours and not mine ♪

♪ You're only dreaming ♪

♪ And while you were scheming ♪

♪ Of silver machines ♪

♪ Far above the leaves ♪

♪ I snuck into your scene... ♪

f*ck, Bish.

♪ Lurking, behind... ♪

(TV beeps)

What channel is it on?

You have to change it to Apple TV.

- Then why in the f*ck do I need a...
- Hey.

(sighs)

Why can't we just watch
a movie in the VCR?

What's a VCR?

(scoffs)

You're k*lling me, Tess.

I'm inviting Obispo
for dinner next week.

You didn't think to talk to me
about it first?

I didn't realize I need permission

to invite people to dinner
in my own house. Hmm?

I know not to touch that.

You both are too stubborn.

He's in a lot of pain.

Come on, Dad.

Yeah, I'm gonna get it right now.

You remember Maggie, from church?

ALVAREZ: Oh, don't do that, Iz.

- What?
- I know how you work.

- Just leave it alone.
- (scoffs)

You're crazy.

(doorbell rings)

Go get that.

And give me that remote.

Okay, so, what are we watching, huh?

- EZ.
- Padrino.

Sorry to bother you like this.
Can you talk?

Out here.

What is it?

Tired of small men hijacking this club.

Letting their ego,
their weakness dictate.

Canche and f*cking Bishop.

They almost destroyed
everything that you built.

Everything the rest of us believe in.

And we didn't even have the
power to stop it from happening.

Where you going with this?

I read your original bylaws.

You have something in there
called a k*ll-switch clause.

Yeah, any president
can be overruled or removed

if a chapter votes unanimously...

- Votes unanimously against them.
- Right.

You're always talking to me
about brotherhood.

Why not give the power
back to the brothers?

Reinstate the k*ll-switch?

It could prevent what happened
between Canche and Bishop

from ever happening again.

If we learn from our past
like you said...

...well, we can protect our future.

♪ You ain't seen nothing yet ♪

♪ Here's something that
you're never gonna forget ♪

♪ B-Baby, you just ain't
seen n-nothing yet ♪

♪ And now I'm feeling better ♪

♪ 'Cause I found out for sure... ♪

(music stops)

I've buried a lot of brothers
over the years.

And now we're asking
for a lot more of them to die.

Montez was our brother.

And they buried him in a f*cking barrel.

We're not gonna get
another sh*t like this.

Those sp*cs are gonna be
distracted with their f*cking

Fallen Brothers
"Day of the Dead" bullshit.

What did Chibs say?

He gave the green light.

You got your w*r.

♪

(car door closes)

- (radio playing)
- (engine starts)

♪ So I took what I could get ♪

- ♪ Ooh, ooh ♪
- (engine recedes)