Mayans M.C. (2018) s01e01 Episode Script

Perro/Oc.

1 [CROW CAWING] [FLIES BUZZING] [ENGINE APPROACHING] [PANTING] [WHINING] [ACOUSTIC GUITAR MUSIC] [MAN SPEAKING SPANISH] [CHILDREN SINGING IN SPANISH] - Hola.
- Hola, buenos dias.
One.
4-9-2-4.
Four - 90.
- Yep.
- Creeper.
- [SPEAKING SPANISH] Shit.
Up almost 60%.
- God bless the AMA.
- [CHUCKLES] I gotta add a body to this run.
We finished fitting out the prospect? Yeah.
It all checks out.
Cop ended up being dirty.
The DA shaved off six years.
Did his probie time in Hollister.
No red flags.
I like the kid.
He's smart.
Angel.
Where's your prospect? He went to see our old man.
Need him on this Vegas run.
Protection? Think he's ready? Yeah.
Good.
[WHISTLE BLOWS] [ENGINE REVS] [INDISTINCT CHATTER] [SCHOOL BELL RINGING] [CHEERLEADERS CHANTING] [INDISTINCT CHATTER] Eyes front, Miss Thomas.
Oh, my God.
When did you I had a break before finals.
I missed you so fucking much.
- A few more weeks, baby.
- I know.
I cannot wait to get out of here.
[WHISTLE BLOWS] [LOUD HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYS] [KNIFE THUDS] [BELL DINGS] [FUNKY MUSIC PLAYS ON RADIO] [SPEAKING SPANISH] Jiménez.
Longest fucking short stories I ever read.
[CHUCKLES] His poems are my favorite.
Gracias, Pop.
Yeah.
[ENGINE REVVING] Time to go, Prospect.
I got him, Pop.
Getting called up, carnal.
Need you on this Vegas run.
Dresses? - You good with that? - Yeah.
Whatever the club needs.
[BELL DINGS] Yo, he ever talk to you? About Mom or any of that? No.
Not really.
Has he with you? Baseball.
That's the only thing we ever talk about.
For eight years, not a word about that day.
[ENGINE TURNING OVER] ["SOULFUL DRESS" BY SUGAR PIE DESANTO] I'm gonna put on my dress With those pits up both the sides With that tight, thin waist And that low neckline Lord I'm going to the party Gonna have some fun Gonna shake and shout [KNOCKING] Turn it up, Creep.
Yep.
If you wanna keep your man [PHONE DINGS] I'll be at my best When I put on my soulful dress I'm gonna put on my dress That hits me way above my knees With that V-cut back It has straps instead of sleeves Lord I'm going to the party Uhh, looking good I'm gonna shake everybody Like I knew I would Don't you girls go and getting jealous If I round up all your fellows 'Cause I'll be at my best When I put on my soulful dress Now watch out there boy What the fuck is this guy doing? What is that? Shit! shit! Shit! Agh! [GRUNTING] Blow out the window, can't see shit Shit! Eyes! [GLASS SHATTERING] [BOTH SCREAMING] [CAR HORNS BEEPING] - Come on! - Don't move.
[GRUNTING] - You okay? - Yeah, I'm all right.
[GLASS SHATTERING] Shit.
Agh.
[GRUNTS] Fuck.
[EXHALES] [GRUNTS] [GUNSHOTS] Ah! Creeper! [ENGINES ROARING] Madre de Dios I'll blow his fucking head off! Do you know whose shit you're jacking here, Mr.
Spooky? The Galindo Cartel.
They will hunt you down.
Chop off your fucking heads and give 'em to your kids for Christmas.
[GRUNTS] Kneel! Knees! Knees! - I'll blow his head off! - [GROANING] Let's go! Move it! Move it! Take all of them.
[FLAMES ROARING] Hurry! Before it blows! [COUGHING AND GROANING] That's it.
Come on.
[ENGINE TURNS OVER] [ENGINES REV] [RAPID GUNSHOTS] [GUNSHOTS] [GRUNTING] Riz.
Shit.
[COUGHING] I got you, brother.
Fuck.
- Come on.
- [GROANS] Riz! [COUGHING] Okay.
[GRUNTING] - Come on! - [COUGHING] [GROANING] Get him up.
Let's go.
I'm all right.
[EXPLOSION] [DRAMATIC MUSIC] Fuck.
[DRAMATIC MUSIC] Mother of exiles The torch of hope In the toss of the tempest Threw us medicine's rope But the brazen giant Within the stride 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 - There.
- [GRUNTS] So who was it? Don't know.
They were pros.
Well.
At least we didn't lose 2.
4 million in product to a bunch of amateurs.
They ambushed us.
Sir.
Came out of nowhere.
We change route vehicle time and day Every run is different.
So They came out of somewhere, and someone gave them the details.
No one in my club.
Implying I'm the one foolish enough to employ a traitor? Hmm.
The guy holding Gilly was dark-skinned.
Ink on his arm.
It looked like, uh tribal letters.
B-T-T.
He remembers shit.
Had guns at our heads.
Who knows what the hell he saw? The prospect.
B-T-T.
Base Town Tribe.
Samoan gang out of San Bernardino.
Didn't some of them do time killing Haji? Fallujah.
Rival company and crazy as fuck.
Tribe moves a little weed and pussy but Jumping us for chiva makes no sense.
- They gotta be hired guns.
- Yes.
But for whom? Bring me the shotcaller.
- We'll get the truth.
- [CHUCKLES] We're not your muscle.
Your mercs can track down the Samoan.
But your job was to protect my shipment.
You failed to do that.
Now the Chinese are out 12 keys.
Running protection for other buyers is never our deal.
Told Alvarez we'd cover you till you had the manpower north of the fence.
The only fucking reason we're doing it - is to help you out.
- No.
The only fucking reason you're doing it is because I pay you a lot of money.
Now you and your club are responsible for the loss.
That's the way it works, El Presidente.
So.
If there's not a forthright Samoan in my church pew by end of day tomorrow, I'm afraid it will have to be a Mayan in his place.
[GRUNTS] You don't speak unless we tell you to.
I don't give a shit what you remember.
Educate your prospect.
Take Creeper to the dock.
Hurry back.
El Padrino's on his way.
Okay.
[GRUNTS] Padrino.
Godfather.
Alvarez.
[SOMBER MUSIC] [INDISTINCT WHISPERING] [KEYS JINGLE] [GROANS] [INTENSE STRING MUSIC] [KNOCKING] [GROANING] [EXHALES] [GROANING] This [GROANS] - Right there.
- Ugh.
What's he saying? Tell him I'm an LA Mexican.
Make sure he knows what the hell he's doing.
[YELPS] Agh.
[CHUCKLING] - - [PHONE CHIMES] Jesus.
Always got to make it weird, don't you? - What? - [PHONE CHIMES] What are you guys talking about? - What's weird? - [CHUCKLING] Huh? What's he saying? Why are they laughing? What? When you guys coming back? Angel.
Guys.
Guys! [CRIES OUT] Hola.
[DISTANT CAR HORNS HONK] [MAN SINGING IN SPANISH] [CAR HORNS HONKING] [RAPPING IN SPANISH OVER RADIO] [INDISTINCT CHATTER AND LAUGHTER] [DANCE MUSIC PLAYING] Stay close.
Won't be long.
Gracias.
De nada.
[SPEAKING SPANISH] [LAUGHTER] [SOFT GUITAR MUSIC] [SIREN WHOOPS] [HORN HONKING] [POLICE RADIO CHATTER] [SHOUTING IN SPANISH] Hey.
Ready to go home, Boy Scout? [ENGINES ROARING] ["DADDY ROLLIN' STONE" BY THE BLASTERS] I'm daddy rollin' stone Daddy rollin' stone They call me daddy I'm the daddy I'm daddy rollin' stone Have my fun in the morning I have my fun at night Have my fun anytime I want And anytime I have it it's right I'm the daddy Daddy roller They call me daddy I'm the daddy I'm daddy rollin' stone Girls call my friend Big John He's big as he can be Big John may be twice my size - Padrino.
- What's up? - It's good to see you.
- Come on in.
I'm the daddy Daddy roller They call me daddy I'm the daddy I'm daddy rollin' stone Padrino.
Primo.
[ENGINE ROARING] Where's Gilly headed? Looks like north.
Recycle.
I drive up here every week.
I know.
Well, I don't know shit.
I would sit here for hours, just waiting.
Until some guard would send me home.
No explanation.
No calls.
You don't answer my letters.
I thought some I thought maybe you were hurt.
- I'm sorry.
- Well, fuck sorry.
Why wouldn't you see me? I'm looking at 20 years, Em.
My life is done.
Seeing you is Seeing you is trying to hold on to some kind of future.
It's bullshit.
Hope is cruel.
Are we done? That's it? Three years all bullshit? You made that decision for both of us.
So then I have to make this one.
Oh, my God.
Wait.
Emily! Emily! Hey, man, sit down! Emily, wait! Emily! Emily! - Emily! - Don't be stupid! - Reyes! Reyes, calm down! - Emily! Get him out of here.
On the ground! Settle down.
That's enough! Emily, wait! Emily! - Come on! - Emily! Emily! Assholes.
[WISTFUL GUITAR MUSIC] [ENGINES REVVING] - Padrino.
- Angel.
Good to see you, brother.
Hola el Coco.
Where's Gilly? Stayed on the other side.
Sticking around till Creeper's out of the woods.
El hermano menor.
The new Prospect.
EZ.
Gas it up and detail it.
I don't want to see a speck of dust, huh? And my guys too.
Yes, sir.
[ROCK MUSIC PLAYS] [SINGING IN SPANISH] [SOFT GUITAR MUSIC] We risk a serious conflict in Berdoo because the prospect thinks he saw some ink.
Your brother.
Is that memory shit for real? Been that way since he was a kid.
Eh, real or not, delivering the Samoan to Galindo gives him someone to hurt.
What happens if we can't track down the Samoan? The cartel will never lay hands on a Maya.
We got ourselves in deep, brother.
What's our pushback? Galindo thinks he fucking owns us.
I'm aware.
Brothers Let's stay focused on the task at hand.
How do we move on Base Town? Little Samoa's on the east side.
Tribe runs Base Line to 9th.
It's a DMZ.
PD only show up to count bodies.
They HQ from the old Núñez Cemetery.
Shot caller is a guy named Afa.
Big old 6x6 motherfuck.
Soon as we exit the 10, street's gonna light up.
Samoans will know we're coming.
At best it's unfriendly.
Or lambs to the slaughter.
Can you give Packer a call? Have San Dino back us up? Done.
[GUITAR MUSIC] - There you go.
- [BELL DINGS] Gracias.
How's the flank today? I got one piece.
It's could be a couple steaks.
You want it? Sounds good.
[WOMAN SINGING IN SPANISH] Be $9 even.
Here's ten.
I'll get you some change.
Keep it.
[BELL DINGS] [DOGS BARKING] [CROWS CAW] You're in the wrong hood.
Mayans, you got no business here.
Yeah, come on, Afa.
You stole from the cartel.
There's no out.
If we leave, Galindo sends his Mexican mercs.
They'll gun down every Samoan in Base Town.
You want that blood on your hands? Now give us back what you took.
Tell Galindo who hired you, we stop the bodies from dropping.
[ENGINE APPROACHING] I don't see tail lights in two minutes, there'll be Mayan bodies dropping.
Twelve on seven.
Yeah, okay.
[LIVELY GUITAR STRINGS] [GUNSHOTS] Behind you! [TIRES SCREECHING] Go! Go, go, go! [INDISTINCT YELLING] Here we go.
[GUNSHOTS] Stay on 'em! [INDISTINCT SHOUTING] [SCREAMS] Shit.
God damn it, Coco! We need Afa alive! My bad.
Angel! Help him out! - [GROANS] - Get 'em! Hey, guys.
It's going down.
[GROANING] Fuck! Let's get out of here.
Lift your leg! We're gonna lose Afa in Base Town.
[TIRES SQUEALING] Hey, Bishop! Reaper has landed.
[TIRES SQUEALING] [GUNSHOTS] [TIRES SQUEALING] Gun.
Well, boys, looks like we got us a Samoan sandwich.
[LAUGHTER] Two tons of dark meat.
Jammed between a stack of tortillas and a loaf of white bread.
[LAUGHTER] I appreciate the help, brother.
Anytime, amigo.
You ever meet her? Never in person.
She'd give us a call or a text.
- Gave us a drop point.
- Where? Indio Quarry.
We used proxies to drop off the drugs, pick up the cash.
Never saw a face.
No names.
Found this in your Jeep.
Payment? She didn't tell us it was a cartel.
I swear.
Was she American? No.
Spoke English, but she was Latina, I think.
Young.
She sounded young.
How'd she know about the shipment? I don't know.
Mm.
I believe you, Afa.
I do.
I know you're too smart to knowingly steal from me, but you did.
Now you owe me.
You understand that, yes? So.
What I need from you is the identity of this woman.
And where it is I might find her.
I didn't ask.
I didn't ask who.
Where.
I didn't ask.
I worry about you, my friend.
Your health.
You really need to take better care of yourself.
[SCREAMS] [SCREAMING] [SOBBING] [GROANING AND WHIMPERING] [WHIMPERING] It's a very unpleasant way to lose weight.
Is there anything you can remember? Might save you from dropping another 40.
[GROANING] She said something Something about helping the Devil Diablo.
Mexico.
She said it in Spanish.
Diablo.
Muerto El Diablo, resucita México? Sounds like it.
Kill the devil, resurrect Mexico.
It was the rebels.
Los Olvidados.
From tagging walls to jacking weight? That's a step up.
Now they're on my border.
[SQUELCHING] Marcus.
Find the girl.
Find my dresses.
We need to extract these indigenous tics.
Expose the traitor in our midst.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm running late.
Dinner with my family.
[DOOR OPENS] Streets know we were in Base Town.
We gotta dump him on the other side.
Take your prospect.
[SIGHS] Coco and Gilly can handle it.
Little brother has seen a lot the last 48.
Held his own.
Make sure he can follow through.
Los Olvidados.
Yeah, the Forgotten Ones.
Orphans by the hand of the cartel.
[THUD] A band of kids of the slaughtered.
Help him out.
- [LAUGHS] - My bad.
Shit.
- Whoa, what's this? - Cellophane.
- Wrap him up.
- Really? Keep him fresh.
It'll taste better.
[LAUGHTER] [DOOR OPENS] [PHONE BUZZING] Hey, Pop.
Yeah.
You okay? Yeah, all right.
I just gotta wrap some shit up.
[SOFT GUITAR MUSIC] [INDISTINCT CHATTER] Come on.
Come here.
Sorry I'm late.
Someone was too hungry to wait.
Gracias.
Maria, por favor.
Gracias.
Such a lucky papa.
Yes, you are.
[BELL DINGS] What's going on? Need to see you.
They don't waste an ounce, do they? The cows.
They use every part.
- What's this? - What? Thought we never meet face to face.
This can't wait.
Need to know what happened out on the 111 yesterday.
- We got jacked.
- By who? Club's still trying to figure it out.
Samoans? Nothing goes down on the street that I don't hear about.
This only works if I can trust you, EZ.
Base Town tribe did the heist.
We tracked down the shotcaller.
The rebels hired them.
Los Olvidados.
Samoans give up any names? Hell, no.
But you know El Padrino's in town.
Did Galindo end up playing the daddy card? Bring Alvarez down to handle the clusterfuck? - I'm not at the table.
- Right.
But you're moving up.
Lot faster than I imagined.
I hope you're keeping your head straight.
Hey, you point that level of concern at my old man.
He's the one carrying the weight of this.
And no more secret meat locker chats.
You don't get to make that call.
Shit happens.
Players change.
There's no formula here.
Gotta stay fluid.
What the fuck does that mean? My deal doesn't change.
You killed a cop.
Your deal was a gift.
And I'm the one that made it happen.
So if I say jump, you say how high.
Fuck you.
You know what you signed up for, cuz.
Don't get cocky.
And don't go making any big plans.
What I signed up for was feeding you intel on Galindo.
Only Galindo.
My brother, the M.
C.
Nothing touches them.
And there's only one plan, cuz.
The day the DEA has enough to move on that cartel is the day that I walk away.
From you, the M.
C.
, this town, all of it.
I get my fucking life back.
And who took that life away? It's okay, Pop.
We're done.
No spine.
What? Cows.
One thing you never use.
Spinal cord.
Carries too much disease.
So I rip it out.
[SOMBER GUITAR MUSIC] [BELL DINGS] Te quiero, mi hijo.
What's in the pack, brother? - [THUD] - Jesus.
My bad.
[BOTH LAUGHING] I want to bring him in.
My brother.
You see what's been going down the past couple days.
He's fucking smart, man.
He already knows we're working something else.
He can help.
He's nine months shy of a patch, carnal.
I can't keep lying to him.
It feels wrong.
If he bends, that's on me.
It's your call.
Take a vote.
[INDISTINCT SPANISH CHATTER] [GRUNTING] We're gonna need the truck to haul him out.
You down with this? Bringing in the prospect? I get it.
It's hard to play family.
I say we trust him till we don't.
[WHISTLES] [DISTANT SIRENS WAIL] We hit a bump in the road, primo.
We'll get back on track.
Not quite sure what track that is, сarnal.
We set up this charter to run and protect our heroin.
Be the cartel's ally on the border.
It was smart.
Made us a lot of money.
But you felt the tension here today, no? Money's hooked us through the fucking gills.
Galindo, the old man, it was different with him.
He understood the pride of men.
His son does not.
[DOOR SLIDING] Sorry to interrupt, gentlemen.
We reached out to our mordelón inside Antidrogas.
These fucking rebels have done more damage to Galindo in the last six months, than the Federalis in the last six years.
Sabotaged two communications towers, hacked in databases, bank accounts, just last week raided a weapons depot outside Hermosillo.
Walked off with a fucking arsenal.
That's why Mr.
Yellow Raincoat got so wound up by Afa's intel.
Los Olvidados have become a real pebble in his baby seal-skinned loafer.
Start on our side.
From the canal to meth mountain.
Turn over every pop yard, squat house, and cum dump.
We should take it to the dealers.
Dogwood Crew would be the first to see any change on the street.
Yeah.
Reach out to Louie first thing in the morning.
We'll stir shit up.
Get 'em scared.
Get 'em talking.
Let's see if anyone knows this rebel bitch.
[DOOR SLIDING] [DOOR CLOSES] [ENGINE REVVING] You want me to grab the body? Just come with us.
[DISTANT HOWLING] [OMINOUS MUSIC] [SOFT WHOOSHING] Holy shit.
You may call me Adelita.
EZ.
Ezekiel.
It's good to meet you, Ezekiel.
Thank you for your help.
Come.
[INTENSE GUITAR MUSIC] [INDISTINCT CHATTER] Do you have our package? All 12 keys.
Thank you.
Galindo figured out it was the Samoans.
Got them to talk.
He knows it was Los Olvidados.
I'm sorry.
It just unraveled.
We couldn't shut it down.
We knew that was a risk.
He knows you're at the border.
And they'll flip over every rock on both sides of the fence.
Should head south.
Just wait out in the mountains.
Adelita.
You have kids here.
You're farther away than usual.
Something I should know? Just a few bumps in the other world.
Love you.
Love you too.
[ENGINE TURNS OVER] [PHONE CHIMES] [SOFT GUITAR MUSIC] You set up the heist with the rebels? Jesus Christ, what the fuck are you doing, Angel? Los Olvidados, the other vigilante groups, they're changing the game.
Going ISIS on the cartels.
Galindo will bend or break.
If the Mayans want a future, we gotta be in front of that change.
And Adelita's the only way to do that.
You're the traitor.
Am I? Galindo will keep throwing us to the lions.
Alvarez won't push back because of a promise he made to Galindo's old man.
Bishop won't betray Alvarez.
That shit is gonna bury us.
I'm doing for the M.
C.
what it can't do for itself.
How long you been sitting on this? Too long.
Sorry, man.
I'm in deep, little brother.
Coco and Gilly, they see where it's going.
But it's on me.
The play is mine.
I wasn't gonna bring you into this.
Not yet.
But I can't hide shit from you, EZ.
I never could.
After what went down today, I realized that I need you.
La sangre es la sangre.
[THUD] You're the only one I can really trust.
I'm here, man.
I know you are.
But I can't ask you to do this unless I know you really want it.
The club, the life, all of it.
All in.
'Cause if you have any doubt, I need you to walk away.
I love you, Ezekiel.
I love you, too.
I'm all in.
Start digging, Boy Scout.
["ME AND BABY BROTHER" BY WAR] Me and baby brother Used to run together Me and baby brother Used to run together Yeah-ah-ah Welcome one another Headed for the corner Come back baby brother