Mayans M.C. (2018) s01e04 Episode Script
Murciélago/Zotz
1 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 21.
- I had her do a few scenes.
- Your porn site? Yeah.
You must be really desperate.
Shut the fuck 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.]
300 yards.
Moving northeast.
Wind's 10 miles per hour, southwest.
Got it.
[GUNSHOT ECHOES.]
That was close.
It was a high-powered pull.
Definitely wasn't Border Patrol.
- Hunters? - Or militias.
Same fucking 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 shooting gallery.
Alice Reed's? And her concerned citizen coalition.
'Sup, prospect? Franky.
Serving and protecting? - [GUNSHOT.]
- Shit.
Go get the bad guys, Officer Rogan.
Oh, I'm coming back for all y'all motherfuckers.
We'll be here, fucking 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.]
Fucking psychos, come on.
Come on, come on.
[SPEAKING SPANISH.]
[ALL CHATTERING.]
[COUGHING.]
[CHOKING.]
[ROUSING HISPANIC MUSIC.]
[GASPING.]
[COUGHING.]
I thought the second shot was a kill.
No, the third one was.
- Go.
- Shit.
Here.
Go.
[ENGINE TURNS OVER.]
[TIRES SQUEALING.]
[ENGINE REVVING.]
[VEHICLE APPROACHING.]
[RADIO CHATTER.]
[POLICE CHATTER.]
Shit.
So much for a little pussy 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 shots 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 shots.
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 fucking cheerful - would be swell.
- Wow.
I missed that.
[CLEARS THROAT.]
We heard the shots.
- 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 Military grade.
Local heroes.
Dropping wetbacks 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 drugs into the mix and Fuck 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 fuck 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 fuck 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.]
Shit.
[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 fucking racist yahoos gunning down kids with high-powered rifles.
Listen, if you're talking about the shooting 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 shit when they got a dick 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 shot-caller.
- Brotherhood? I don't think so.
His ink It's more military 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 shit about any drug muling wetback.
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, military and academic websites.
It shows how the Taliban and ISIS 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 bomb 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 fucking 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: "Kill 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 fuck 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 shit 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 shit we're hunting? It's gonna shoot back.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC.]
Where the fuck is our shooter? [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.
Shit.
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? 20, 30 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 fucking 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 11th.
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 shit 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 killed 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.
Shit 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 fuck 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 shot 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 fucking talk.
I I know you had it rough, you know.
Gotten a raw deal.
What the fuck 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.
Fuck.
Fuck.
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 17 years ago, she wouldn't be out of control.
She'd have a decent life with a decent fucking family.
Oh, so I'm that bad guy now? 'Cause I didn't give up my granddaughter to some fucking stranger? I was going inside, Mom.
Looking at five years, you know? Baby mama was a fucking 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 shit.
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 fuck 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 fuck is she talking about? I'm your grandmother, kid.
Do the bastard math.
Is that true? Fuck! Shit! - [SHOUTING IN SPANISH.]
- Wait, wait! Hey! Hey, stop! Stop! - Whoa! - What the hell you doing? - Just drive.
- Uh [INDISTINCT SHOUTING IN SPANISH.]
I'll suck your dick.
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 shit 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 1985.
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 died in 1985.
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.]
Fuck! You can access Alice's east cattle gate from this side.
Then there's about 1/4 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.
- [GUNSHOT.]
- Jesus.
- [GRUNTS.]
- Son of a bitch.
[ALL BREATHING HEAVY.]
Doorbell was a bad idea.
- Fuck you! - Shit.
That's Dennis! [GUNFIRE.]
- 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.
- Fuck.
- Shit.
Kitchen's clear.
Bedroom's clear.
Bishop.
[EXHALES SLOWLY.]
Holy shit.
Coalition's out of commission.
[SIGHS.]
Fuck.
[PANTING, WHIMPERING.]
[HOLLERING.]
- Stop running! - [GRUNTS.]
[WHIMPERING.]
What the hell are you doing? He was shooting 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 shooting illegals jumping the fence and then we found the ones with the drugs.
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? - [GUNSHOT.]
- Oh, shit.
He was gonna bleed out anyhow.
You tell Bishop that.
Maybe he got away.
Shit.
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 military-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.
- Fuck.
- Where's Dennis? - I lost him.
- He got away.
- We heard shots.
Yeah.
He kept firing 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 fucking killer.
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 bullet in our head.
Maybe it's time to rethink this.
[WOOD SNAPS.]
[BOTH GRUNT.]
- [GROANS.]
- Shit.
[BOTH COUGH.]
You all right? - Geez - [GRUNTS.]
Flashlight! [GROANS.]
It's a fucking tunnel.
A serious fucking 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 Emily.
Emily.
Baby, stay with me.
You're okay.
Stay with me.
I got you.
You're okay.
And then they come home from work
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 21.
- I had her do a few scenes.
- Your porn site? Yeah.
You must be really desperate.
Shut the fuck 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.]
300 yards.
Moving northeast.
Wind's 10 miles per hour, southwest.
Got it.
[GUNSHOT ECHOES.]
That was close.
It was a high-powered pull.
Definitely wasn't Border Patrol.
- Hunters? - Or militias.
Same fucking 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 shooting gallery.
Alice Reed's? And her concerned citizen coalition.
'Sup, prospect? Franky.
Serving and protecting? - [GUNSHOT.]
- Shit.
Go get the bad guys, Officer Rogan.
Oh, I'm coming back for all y'all motherfuckers.
We'll be here, fucking 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.]
Fucking psychos, come on.
Come on, come on.
[SPEAKING SPANISH.]
[ALL CHATTERING.]
[COUGHING.]
[CHOKING.]
[ROUSING HISPANIC MUSIC.]
[GASPING.]
[COUGHING.]
I thought the second shot was a kill.
No, the third one was.
- Go.
- Shit.
Here.
Go.
[ENGINE TURNS OVER.]
[TIRES SQUEALING.]
[ENGINE REVVING.]
[VEHICLE APPROACHING.]
[RADIO CHATTER.]
[POLICE CHATTER.]
Shit.
So much for a little pussy 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 shots 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 shots.
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 fucking cheerful - would be swell.
- Wow.
I missed that.
[CLEARS THROAT.]
We heard the shots.
- 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 Military grade.
Local heroes.
Dropping wetbacks 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 drugs into the mix and Fuck 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 fuck 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 fuck 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.]
Shit.
[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 fucking racist yahoos gunning down kids with high-powered rifles.
Listen, if you're talking about the shooting 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 shit when they got a dick 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 shot-caller.
- Brotherhood? I don't think so.
His ink It's more military 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 shit about any drug muling wetback.
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, military and academic websites.
It shows how the Taliban and ISIS 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 bomb 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 fucking 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: "Kill 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 fuck 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 shit 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 shit we're hunting? It's gonna shoot back.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC.]
Where the fuck is our shooter? [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.
Shit.
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? 20, 30 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 fucking 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 11th.
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 shit 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 killed 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.
Shit 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 fuck 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 shot 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 fucking talk.
I I know you had it rough, you know.
Gotten a raw deal.
What the fuck 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.
Fuck.
Fuck.
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 17 years ago, she wouldn't be out of control.
She'd have a decent life with a decent fucking family.
Oh, so I'm that bad guy now? 'Cause I didn't give up my granddaughter to some fucking stranger? I was going inside, Mom.
Looking at five years, you know? Baby mama was a fucking 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 shit.
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 fuck 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 fuck is she talking about? I'm your grandmother, kid.
Do the bastard math.
Is that true? Fuck! Shit! - [SHOUTING IN SPANISH.]
- Wait, wait! Hey! Hey, stop! Stop! - Whoa! - What the hell you doing? - Just drive.
- Uh [INDISTINCT SHOUTING IN SPANISH.]
I'll suck your dick.
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 shit 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 1985.
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 died in 1985.
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.]
Fuck! You can access Alice's east cattle gate from this side.
Then there's about 1/4 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.
- [GUNSHOT.]
- Jesus.
- [GRUNTS.]
- Son of a bitch.
[ALL BREATHING HEAVY.]
Doorbell was a bad idea.
- Fuck you! - Shit.
That's Dennis! [GUNFIRE.]
- 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.
- Fuck.
- Shit.
Kitchen's clear.
Bedroom's clear.
Bishop.
[EXHALES SLOWLY.]
Holy shit.
Coalition's out of commission.
[SIGHS.]
Fuck.
[PANTING, WHIMPERING.]
[HOLLERING.]
- Stop running! - [GRUNTS.]
[WHIMPERING.]
What the hell are you doing? He was shooting 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 shooting illegals jumping the fence and then we found the ones with the drugs.
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? - [GUNSHOT.]
- Oh, shit.
He was gonna bleed out anyhow.
You tell Bishop that.
Maybe he got away.
Shit.
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 military-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.
- Fuck.
- Where's Dennis? - I lost him.
- He got away.
- We heard shots.
Yeah.
He kept firing 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 fucking killer.
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 bullet in our head.
Maybe it's time to rethink this.
[WOOD SNAPS.]
[BOTH GRUNT.]
- [GROANS.]
- Shit.
[BOTH COUGH.]
You all right? - Geez - [GRUNTS.]
Flashlight! [GROANS.]
It's a fucking tunnel.
A serious fucking 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 Emily.
Emily.
Baby, stay with me.
You're okay.
Stay with me.
I got you.
You're okay.
And then they come home from work