Mayans M.C. (2018) s04e01 Episode Script

1 ♪ I've always worried where your loyalty stands, Marcus.
Will you kill EZ Reyes? NESTOR: Go! (horn honking) ALVAREZ: I guess we figured out where my loyalties lie.
(retches, coughs) I'm fucking pregnant.
I am officially off the market.
Coco's gone, and I'm fucking scared something happened to him.
GILLY: Hold on.
Oh, brother.
Always the steep and thorny path.
You ain't my brother, motherfucker.
- (others screaming) - Go.
Go! BISHOP: This three king bullshit doesn't work if Ramos and Canche aren't stepping down.
I want you to double the heroin for the next few months.
Make up for the profit loss.
We mean double what you used to average.
No.
And fuck you.
- HANK: How much are we thinking? - 200 keys.
That's how much we need to keep Tucson flush while we ice out Ramos and Canche - and give Bishop the throne.
- It's a solid plan.
We're in a bad fucking spot.
Somebody talked to BP, and I want to fucking know who.
I want to bring this M.
C.
back to its glory.
But first, there's got to be a reckoning.
- Oh! - Fuck.
(grunts) - The fuck is that? - That sounds like that reckoning - you were talking about.
- ANGEL: Bish! - (gunshot) - (groans) Fuck your trespasses and fuck your king.
(gunshot) EZ: Give me the phone.
I'm gonna get eyes on him.
- Make sure the kid's safe before I blow it.
- Dad.
- Fuck! - (beeps) - Any word? - Just talked to Solis.
Canche's dead.
The terror you caused my family, what you did to my baby brother.
I loved David.
Shut the fuck up.
- (grunting) - (gunshot) TAZA: Palo set something in motion.
I don't know what, but it's coming soon.
You might want to use that.
When you hear what I got to say.
- (machines beeping) - BISHOP: Riz? Our fucking brother? All to cover up Do what you have to do.
(shot) (crowd clamoring) (banging) - ♪ - (engines revving) (men shouting) Hey! What the fuck are you doing? Hey, come on.
Hey! - (shouting) - Let's go, EZ! - Fuck! - Fucking go.
- Fuck you! - (indistinct shouting) Fucking go.
- Come on, man! Go! - (shouting continues) Let's go, let's go, let's go.
Push it.
Hey! Get the fuck down! - What the fuck is going on?! - CREEPER: Back down! - Just get down.
Stay away.
- (woman crying) - (gunshot) - (panicked chatter) - (grunting) - BISHOP: Goddamn it.
- TAZA: Do it! - HANK: They're here.
BISHOP: I'm not gonna fucking do it! Let it go! Let it go! HANK: They're here! - Who? - Fucking everybody! Where the fuck are the guns?! (gunfire and clamoring continues outside) Hey! Get the fuck away from the window! - (grunts) - Fuck! (woman crying) (distant shouting) - (gunfire) - (crowd clamoring) CANCHE (in distance): Motherfucker! I saw you, EZ! I'm coming for you, you motherfucker! ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ - (gunfire) - (crowd clamoring) Don't come up! Don't come up! We got to get back down.
All right, go, go, go.
I'll cover you! - (grunts) - Shit.
Come on.
- Come on! - (gunfire continues) - (groaning) - Come on! - Come on, come on.
Got you.
- Stay down.
- Stay down.
- EZ: There's a fucking hundred of them.
- And Canche.
- What? He's outside.
He's not dead.
BERTO: Come on.
Come on! - He's dead, you fucking idiot.
- Stay with me.
Bish, it's his brother.
BERTO: Come on.
(panting) - (gunshots) - (woman screams) - (glass breaks) - Get down! - Go, go! - Come on, come on.
- I got you, I got you.
- (grunting) BISHOP: Cover the fucking window! Go! (Hank groans) Stay here.
Stay there.
- (gunfire) - (glass breaks) Hey, Creep! Stay down, stay down, stay down! JESS: Fucking help me! CREEPER: Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Stay down.
Keep your head down.
We got 'em! Don't fucking let up! Hank.
Are you okay? I'm fine.
- (gunfire continues) - (groans) - (gasps) - I said I'm fucking fine.
(gunfire continues) (both breathing heavily) - (gunshots) - (light buzzing) What the fuck?! They got the fuse box! Go to the gun case.
Grab the flashlights.
Go.
Go! ANGEL: I can't fucking see.
Fuck.
Come on.
- (gunfire continues) - (indistinct shouting) OPERATOR (over phone): 911.
What's your emergency? (cries): Hurry, please.
What the fuck is wrong with you? (phone beeps) We don't fucking call the cops.
Ever.
(Rosa screams) (phone clatters) (gunfire continues) We got a problem.
- That's it? - Where the fuck's the rest? - Hey.
Stop.
- (gunshots) Fucking stop, Creeper.
All right, get out your pieces.
What do we got? Go get your brother's gun.
Go get his fucking gun! I'll go.
♪ ♪ (gunfire continues) We just can't sit blind.
The bulldogs I'm gonna need the genny.
I'll cover you from the roof.
You're gonna burn through those boxes in 30 seconds.
- (bottle clacks on bar) - How about fire with fire? Yeah.
♪ (gunfire outside) They have us and they know it.
They don't have shit.
Let's go.
Gonna need some extra hands.
- I got you.
- NAILS: No.
Stay.
Handle business.
Who else? Fuck it.
Wait for the signal.
What's the signal? Lighting these motherfuckers on fire.
(chuckling) - (clamoring continues) - (engines revving) (grunting) I'm sorry.
(grunting) (body thuds) (clattering nearby) You good? Good enough.
Keep 'em coming.
What the fuck? Come on.
(man screaming) (gunfire) (crying) Fucking come on.
♪ (gunfire) Get these inside.
Come on, come on, hurry up! Come on! - Where's Creep? - Getting the last of it.
(whimpering) - (gunfire) - The fuck's wrong with you? She's scared, motherfucker! We all are.
(Rosa crying) (hushed chatter) We're gonna fucking be all right! (Rosa crying) Yeah, we're gonna be all right.
- (gunfire outside) - (crowd clamoring) ♪ Light it.
Light it, light it, light it.
Light it.
Fuck.
Hold on, hold on.
I got you.
I got you.
- (EZ shouting) - EZ Put it out, put it out! (clamoring continues) ♪ (grunting) You're good.
(distant gunfire) ♪ Shit.
(crashing) - (gunfire) - (indistinct shouting) Fuck! Get these in.
Get these in.
(grunting) Ah, fuck! What the fuck? (groaning) Oh, fuck.
Come on, E.
Come on, E.
Come on, E! (shouting) (groans) Come on.
(gunfire) (whimpers) Shit! (panting) (engine starts, revs) (clamoring) (engine revs) (screaming) (groaning) - (gunshot) - Oh, shit! - (clamoring) - Get him out! Get out of there! - (clamoring continues) - Come on! Come on! (groaning) - (gunfire) - (grunts) I got you, brother.
♪ (clamoring) Push, push, push! (thunder rumbling) Sittin' high in the midnight rain ♪ You should've stayed at your house with that chick.
Hope.
Her name's Hope.
Just wondering where you've gone ♪ Got to get right with Bish.
Got to get right with the club.
Roger that.
What the fuck? I was just born to lose.
♪ - Shit! - Fuck! (gunfire continues) Go, go, go.
Fuck! What the fuck? Was that Franco? - Man, fuck Franco.
- (gunfire continues) They're hitting the clubhouse.
The fuck did you guys do? We blew up Yuma.
All of them? Not all of them.
Fuck! We got to get to the guys.
But first got to get to the van with the guns.
Half our ammunition's in there.
- I'll cover you.
- No, no, I'll cover you.
Motherfucker, I just saved your ass from a tribe of crackhead murder hippies.
Go.
Fuck! Open it.
Well, it don't matter where the old wind blows ♪ Ain't nobody gonna tell me no ♪ Lay my head where the trouble don't go ♪ Take a little time ♪ To lighten my load ♪ Oh.
Fuck.
Fuck! Fuck! - Shit! - Let's go! Go, go, go! (gunfire) (distant explosion) What the fuck was that? Stop wasting ammo.
Only shoot when you have to.
(lighter flicking) I don't think I can do this.
Fucking burn it, please.
I don't want to bleed out.
- (skin sizzles) - (cries out) How close are we? Don't know.
(grunts) It won't fucking start.
- BISHOP: Well, fucking come on.
- Fuck.
Get the fuck out of the way.
Give me the light.
Give me the light.
- (gunfire) - ANGEL: Hey! They're getting closer.
Let them fucking come.
Watch the fucking gas.
Let's try that.
Come on.
(generator starts) - All right.
Let's go.
- Get up.
Go.
(grunts) - Got it? - Yeah.
On my count, you kick those fuckers on.
One.
Two.
- (door opens) - NAILS: Rosa! ROSA: I'm not with them! I'm not with them! - (gunfire) - (screams) (cries, screams) No! TAZA: I warned you.
I fucking warned all of you.
Shut the fuck up.
You're the last motherfucker I want to hear from right now.
You had your chance to shut me up.
Everyone shut the fuck up.
ANGEL: What? Shh! Shut up.
(creaking overhead) Listen.
(creaking continues) ♪ They're on the fucking roof.
(creaking continues) (bottle clinks on floor) (creaking) Lights off.
♪ Get that fucking light out of my eyes.
Fuck! Fucking idea how close you just came? Fucking Franco just tried to ventilate us.
- (Gilly coughing) - Who the fuck is that? - It's Rabbit.
- Fuck.
How'd you get past them? GILLY: Boy Scout's trailer, hopped the wall.
They got you flanked, so we went around back.
JESS: They're almost to the steps! EZ: Shit.
(generator starts) Go.
(gunfire) (clicks empty) (guns clicking) Fuck.
Come fucking get it.
Come fucking get it! - (screaming) - (gunfire) (screaming and gunfire continue) I'm out! Me, too.
Bish, what's the plan? (inhales sharply) What's the fucking plan? We die.
You want to know why we're fucking here right now?! Do you want to fucking know why? Hey! Will you two just fucking stop? I ain't trying to die today! Fuck.
I got too much to fucking live for! I got too much to fucking die for.
Pres! What are we gonna do? (Rosa screaming in distance) I don't know.
You don't know? (generator sputters) HANK: Hey.
The sun's coming up.
Lights won't mean shit soon.
(Rosa screaming in distance) Will she just shut the fuck up? You shut the fuck up.
She's dying.
COCO: Fuck these motherfuckers.
This is our club.
This is all we fucking got.
And fuck any one of you who thinks we should give this shit up.
Where the fuck were you? Where the fuck were you both? COCO: That's on me, Bish.
I know I ain't been around, and I got to answer up for that.
M-My kid, she's been fucking up.
She got in some trouble.
(stammers) And I know I should've come to the club, I know I should've came to my brothers.
But Gilly, tonight he helped me out, he helped save her.
Bro, you should've told us.
Man, we would've That shit's done! It's done now! No, it ain't fucking done! You fucking better believe this shit ain't fucking done.
CANCHE (singsongy): EZ! EZ! I fucking saw you! You fucking missed! Now you're gonna fucking die! MEN (chanting): Mayans! Mayans! Mayans! Mayans! Mayans! Mayans! Mayans! Mayans! Mayans! Mayans! Mayans! Mayans! Mayans! Mayans! Mayans! Mayans! Mayans! Mayans! Mayans! Mayans! Mayans! Mayans! Mayans! Mayans! Mayans! Mayans! Mayans! MEN (chanting): Mayans! Mayans! Mayans! Mayans! Mayans! Mayans! Mayans! Mayans! Mayans! Mayans! (chanting continues) (sighs) If they come through that door, I don't know what they'll do.
(breathing heavily) If we get through this Hey, no.
(sniffles) We're gonna get through this.
No.
If we get through this (Nails whimpers) - I promise - (sobs) Listen, look at me.
Nothing will ever tear me away from you or the baby.
Okay.
(sniffles, sighs) Take this.
There's one bullet left.
Don't let them hurt you.
No.
No.
I won't be able to do it.
Look, they got to get through me first, but Don't let them hurt the baby.
(sobbing) (crying): No.
(takes deep breath) (line ringing) Hey.
No, nothing's wrong.
I knew you'd be up.
I-I need you to call the landlord tomorrow.
Have him come by and fix the back step.
You're gonna fall, Ma.
And what if I'm not there? You won't be bothering him.
Call him today.
Please.
Good.
(takes deep breath) (chuckles) Me, too.
(sighs) (labored breathing) (labored breathing) ♪ ♪ ♪ (gun clicking) (takes deep breath) Bishop? What are we doing? What's the plan? The plan is fuck you.
First one comes through that door gets a bullet in his face.
And the next one? Yeah.
That motherfucker, too.
And everyone after him.
We've got enough ammo to take out what? Less than a dozen? Way you motherfuckers shoot, maybe five.
Shit, I won't miss.
What about the other 50 fucking dudes out there? This is what you fucking signed up for.
What about them? My brother is about to have a kid.
That engagement makes sense now.
ANGEL: Fuck you.
EZ: What about their baby? Do we ask him to pay the price for our sins? (rain pattering) Canche! What the fuck are you doing? Canche, I'm coming out! Fuck you are.
EZ: I'm the one you want! EZ, what are you doing? But you got to let everyone else go! CANCHE: You got no fucking leverage, motherfucker! I'll fucking kill you and everyone inside! We got innocent people in here! CANCHE: My son was innocent! So let me pay the price! It was my idea! All of it! I pressed that trigger! We still have enough firepower to do damage! And we're all brothers.
Let my blood be the last! - EZ, don't you go out that fucking door.
- (crying): No! Canche, I'm coming out! (broken glass crunching) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ You want me?! Here I fucking am.
But you let everyone else go.
(door opens) NAILS (crying): Please don't leave! Angel, please! Don't do this! ♪ ♪ Isn't this fucking quaint? (grunts) (men grunting) CANCHE: You fucking come at me? At my fucking kid? My boy? He was looking at me.
At the blast.
His sight They don't know how much he'll get back.
Maybe that was a good thing.
He didn't have to watch Big Paul crawl across the floor with his lower body gone.
While you ran off like a fucking coward! - Hey! - Stay the fuck down.
They were your brothers! Your fucking brothers! Tommy, Ganso, Indio.
Did you celebrate? Did you celebrate while they picked up the pieces of their bodies? (chuckles softly) 'Cause we celebrated Ibarra.
And now, his old lady's gonna need to get him a closed casket, as will all of yours.
COCO: Fuck! - Fuck! Ah! - What the fuck? - Hold him.
- (stammers) Fuck! Get the fuck off me! (panting) Ramos was our brother.
He only wanted what was best for the club, and you shot him in the face.
You're rabid animals.
You need to be put down.
Fucking do it.
(groans) You came at my family.
Now I come after yours.
(groans) - Look at him.
- No.
Look at him! (panting) (EZ grunts) (sobbing) - (gunshot) - (cries out) (body thuds) (cries out) ALVAREZ: What have you done? You're gonna point a gun at my primo, ése? You're gonna point a gun at me, motherfucker? What have you done, Canche? CANCHE: Marcus, we didn't start this.
We didn't start this.
What have you done, primo? This is my fucking club.
You fucking hear me? You fucking hear me?! This is my fucking club!