Mayans M.C. (2018) s04e06 Episode Script
When I Die, I Want Your Hands on my Eyes
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(overlapping shouting)
- (panting)
- (grunting)
- (screams)
- (gunshot)
Tomás!
Martín
(shouts)
(crying) No!
EMILY: This Agra Park project.
Our competitor bribed a clerk in City Planning, I just need somebody to talk to him.
(grunting) (gunshot) We are here about this man.
Tell me, Mrs.
Galindo, who did you hire to murder Marlon Buksar? Shouldn't you be home helping your fiancée get ready for the kid? If I ain't there, I can't fuck it up.
Sofía, right? I wasn't sure if you needed this back.
(knock on door) SOFÍA: Turns out we're actually gonna need that leash back.
MONTEZ: Sons, Mayans, we got history.
One wrong move could start a war.
JESS: I found something, and I don't know what to do.
BOSTON TERRY: What the fuck's all this? Show him.
BOSTON TERRY: What did Chibs say? You got your war.
Fuck you! (indistinct yelling) You deserve better.
You know that, right? Words of wisdom from a junkie piece of shit.
MARCUS: I'm sending you to Oakland.
You get this right, your bottom rocker might be waiting for you when you get back.
COCO: Saw something beautiful, it made me think of you.
I love you, Coco.
(gunfire) COCO: I love you, Hope.
(cell phone buzzing) (cell phone unlocks) Yeah? Get everybody to the clubhouse, huh? Hey.
Is everything all right? No.
- Hey, get the fuck up! - What? Call him again.
I want fucking answers.
- Yo.
- (door closes) Yo, what the fuck is going on? Oakland got hit last night.
- What? - (door opens) Any news? We're on it.
We'll find out the motherfuckers who came at us.
It'll be the last thing Marcus.
- they ever fucking do.
- Marcus.
What do we know? We're finding out what we can.
Five dead.
Four in the ICU.
What about Coco? GILLY: Fuck! ♪ ♪ Maybe it was Banquero? That bullshit out in the desert.
He's still icing us out.
What about Sons, huh? Retaliation for that hit in Berdoo.
You fucking idiots did that months ago against my orders.
Why would they wait to hit us now? Charming knows I'm back in the fold.
Well, Happy is the type to hold a grudge, Padrino.
Me and Happy - We got no issues.
- (scoffs) You got something to say? Fuck Happy.
And fuck every Son.
I don't trust any of them.
A brother got hit, a Santo Padre brother.
I don't even trust everyone at this table.
Wait, what the fuck you trying to say, motherfucker? - No one from Yuma got hit.
- CANCHE: Yeah, they fucking did.
The pipe bomb, your fingerprints all over it.
Blood of four brothers on your fucking hands and you want to talk about trust? EZ: No one from Stockton got hit.
Where's Dondo? Accusations have consequences.
Enough! Dondo went up north to check on his guys, which is what I want you to do.
Go home, take care of your charter.
Keep things tight up there.
Now, until we learn more, I want everything locked the fuck down.
Now, go.
Go.
What the fuck do you think you're doing, Ezekiel? You're a VP.
Your job is to unite, not divide.
Our next move could start an all-out war.
EZ: All due respect, Padrino, I think we may already be in one.
- (door opens) - Mm.
- What'd he say? - We wait.
We figure out who's responsible.
(scoffs) My money's on those reaper motherfuckers.
That came up.
(scoffs) Why the fuck would they hit us now? HANK: Alvarez needs a beat to get a handle on the situation.
He wants to make sure the next move's the right one.
Well, so, what? Do fucking nothing? - We have no choice.
- No! Damn it! Fuck the rules.
Caught me.
Think you got a pretty good view last night.
(laughs softly) Yeah.
Didn't mean to stay.
I was really beat.
It's all good.
You okay? You ran out of here.
(Sally whines) She can read you.
(Sally whining) Take care of yourself, EZ.
Hey, I'm glad, uh - I'm glad that you stayed.
- (Sally whines) Jury's still out for me.
(door closes) - (sighs) - (Sally whines) (birds singing) Ready to start the day, Christopher? ♪ ("La Llorona" plays over Nails' headphones) ♪ ♪ ♪ (footsteps approaching) How you holding up? (Bishop sniffles) I know what it's like to lose someone.
It's like It's like losing gravity.
You-you get all upside down.
Like you're just gonna like you're just gonna float away without them.
Ah.
What the fuck you talking about? Nothing.
I just Just know that I'm a good listener if you ever want to talk.
What I want is to sit here, get very drunk, and not talk or think about how I just lost a brother and there's not a fucking thing I can do about it.
So if you really are a good listener, listen to this.
Leave me the fuck alone.
Mm.
(water running) (gasps) (exhales) (inhales) (gasps) (wind whistling) (grunts) (bells tolling) Tía.
I pray that's true.
(door closes) (line ringing) It's time.
(brakes squeaking) - What was so fucking urgent? - (panting) Something's going on.
One of the clubhouses got shot up.
Someone I know died.
And? Is that because of me? Don't act all scandalized now that shit's getting real.
(Jess panting) You never said people were gonna get killed.
I hate to break it to you, but that kutte you brought us didn't just fall into that barrel.
It was put there on a dead Son.
And I knew him.
He was he was a good guy.
The fucking Mayans started this shit.
Terry's just doing what he has to.
I don't want to be a part of this anymore.
I'm done.
I'm out.
No, you're fucking not.
Those wetbacks are gonna want revenge, and we need you to tell us when it's gonna happen.
They don't ever tell me anything.
Just listen, look.
You'll see them getting guns ready, talking about certain places.
When they respond, they're gonna respond big.
You'll know.
You'll hear.
Jaz what if they find out it was me? You ain't nothing but warm, wet furniture to them.
To the breezes, brother.
Another one.
I should've gone to college ♪ And made a lot of money ♪ And given you everything ♪ That your heart desires ♪ - I should've been blue-collar ♪ - (sniffles) Hey, bro.
- You good? - (sniffles) You would think after all this time, this shit gets easier.
Been smarter, should've been stronger ♪ Fucking doesn't.
I should've been you ♪ (Gilly sniffles) Yeah.
Somebody should probably check in on Letty and - what's her name? - Hope.
Her name's Hope.
Yeah, her.
I'll do it.
Oh, hey, hey.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, sit down.
- Why don't you hang back? - (sighs) I'll handle this.
Yeah? Yeah.
Hey, Letty's gonna be fucked up.
We got to be there for her.
Hey, we will, man.
In these basement bars in this rock 'n roll band ♪ (Gilly sniffles) We will.
(door opens) Padrino, you got a minute? I just spoke to some of the brothers up in Oakland.
The fuckers who rolled up They weren't wearing kuttes, but they were recognized as SOA.
How sure are you? One hundred percent.
Fuck.
Didn't even hide their faces.
It's like they wanted us to know.
You tell anyone else? No.
Keep that between us, huh? You know, once the brothers hear about this, they're gonna want blood.
Striking back blind isn't the answer, Hank.
We need to know what's behind this.
I mean, shit.
We're still recovering from a fucking civil war.
We can't just jump into a conflict with the Sons.
What kind of message does it send if we don't hit back? We need answers.
Then we'll move.
(panting) (breathing loudly) Oh.
(sucks in through teeth) (breathing loudly) (groans, gasps) It's okay.
(sniffles, exhales) It's okay.
You're gonna be okay.
(panting) (groans softly) (sighs) (panting) (gasps) (groaning) Are you okay? I don't know.
(exhales) - Yeah.
- Here.
Come on.
- Okay.
- Let me take you.
Come on.
(groaning, sucks in through teeth) Oh, bring it.
Bring it.
I think he's coming.
- Okay.
Come on.
- (gasps) (groaning softly) Thank you.
- Come on.
- (sucks in through teeth) - (tool clicking) - (metallic creaking) We got a prospect for that.
Man can't be scared to get his own hands dirty.
Any word? Everybody's so eager to go to war.
But after all the funerals, the old ladies, the kids, you sometimes forget why it even started.
'92, Cali patch.
Two years of death.
Every day, getting on this bike, never knowing if that ride would be your last.
And for what? I mean, at the end of the day, what do we have to show for it? Nothing.
Except death over a fucking piece of cloth.
The brothers got angry, but we pulled back.
Now we wear So Cal, Nor Cal patches.
Sometimes you got to make tough decisions - to save brothers' lives.
- (huffs) We can't let this slide, Padrino.
We need to find out who it fucking was.
I don't got the luxury of seeing things black and white, EZ.
I don't got the luxury of emotions.
Now, Coco Coco's death is on me.
I sent him up there, and I'll always carry that.
Blood will be shed.
Don't you worry about that.
But it's on me, on us, to limit how much of that blood is Mayans.
(metallic creaking) - (metallic creaking) - (tool clicking) Hello? (dog barking) (dog barking) You okay? Is Hope around? (dog barking) You hungry? You brought me chicken nuggets.
Am I six? I got you a cheeseburger, too.
He would have hated to see it this way.
- (siren wailing) - (Nails moaning) We're getting you help.
- You're gonna be okay.
- My baby? We're gonna need a CBC, PTT and HCG.
- And get the doctor down here.
- What's wrong? What's going on? FELIPE: Is she gonna be okay? Sir, I need you to wait outside.
(Nails crying) Just take deep breaths for me, okay? In through your nose, out through your mouth.
(moaning) (exhales) Is the baby coming? BP 90/60, pulse 120.
(panting) - What's happening? - We need you to stay calm, okay? I need someone to tell me what's going on right now.
DE LEÓN: Give her one milligram of Dilaudid.
- That's to help you calm down.
- I don't need to calm down.
I need someone to tell me what's going on.
And 25 milligrams of oxytocin.
Yes, Doctor.
(electricity crackling) (echoes): Please - (Leticia grunting) - Hey.
Hey, hey, let me do that.
No, I got it.
I got it, I got it, I got it, I got it, I got it.
I got it.
He's not coming back.
(ragged breathing) He's not coming back.
(softly): Hey.
It hurts so bad.
♪ - (toilet flushes) - (door creaks) (clears throat) Well, uh I guess I should go.
You good? Good, good.
Well, hey, look, um, if you need anything, the club, you know, we're all here for you.
(exhales) I'm good, Angel.
I'm fine.
Okay.
Um I'll go.
(exhales) (engine revs in distance) (line ringing) ANGEL (over phone): It's Angel.
Leave a message.
Shit.
Son, call me.
(monitor beeping steadily) (Felipe exhales) DE LEÓN: How are you feeling? Just tired.
Where's my baby? You experienced a hemorrhagic event.
One that made the pregnancy no longer viable.
- I'm sorry.
- (high-pitched ringing) (fading): These sometimes happen DE LEÓN: Would you like to see him? (sniffles) He's beautiful.
(phone ringing) Hello? Hello? Who is this? I can't talk long.
Em? Are you okay? Where are you? I don't have a lot of time, and I-I don't know who could be listening but you need to be careful.
Careful? Are you in trouble? AUTOMATED VOICE: To continue the call, - please insert more money.
- (stammers) Uh, that EZ, that favor.
So someone came asking about it.
They found me.
I don't know how.
(engine starts) Emily, tell me where you are.
EZ, I-I I can't.
- Em.
- EZ, I just wanted to tell you To continue the call, please insert more money.
EZ: Emily, where are you? To continue the call, please insert more money.
I don't have more money.
Just - be careful.
- Emily.
- Goodbye, EZ.
- To continue the call, please insert - (phone beeps) - Emily? (phone ringing) (line ringing) (engine approaching) Manny? I heard about what happened.
CREEPER: What are you doing back? Bro, if y'all gonna kill some Sons, I want in.
Oakland hasn't confirmed it was Sons.
Yeah, they did.
I hopped on my bike soon as I heard.
What you talking about? The ladder.
I'm sorry? The ladder.
I I shouldn't have moved the ladder.
NUNS: Santa María, Madre de Dios, ruega por nosotros, ahora y en la hora de nuestra muerte.
Amen.
Dios te salve, María, llena eres de gracia, el Señor es contigo.
Bendita tú eres entre todas las mujeres, y bendito es el fruto de tu vientre Jesús.
Santa María, Madre de Dios, ruega por nosotros, pecadores, ahora y en la hora de nuestra muerte.
Amen.
Dios te salve, María, llena eres de gracia, el Señor es contigo.
(voices fading) ♪ ♪ (engine starts) (exhales) It's all I could scrape together.
Drive.
HANK: I got to talk to Padrino.
(scoffs) I can't believe Alvarez didn't tell us.
Maybe he needed a minute, you know, to figure out what to do next.
No, he's afraid of war.
- (clears throat) - Old-timers had theirs, huh? And they lost.
Dawg, I'm so fucking tired of waiting, man.
They don't get that it's our turn now.
And I don't plan on losing.
What about you? Fuck no.
Dawg, it's physics, man.
Any vacuum needs to be filled.
All right, that flash on your chest ain't for decorations.
You gonna lead us or what? (door closes) (quietly): This motherfucker.
Templo in 30.
(ragged exhale) (music playing softly) (door closes) You are my way out ♪ (Hope crying softly) (sniffles) (soft creaking) I'm sorry.
I'll leave tomorrow.
(sniffles) (exhales) (sighs softly) Please don't go.
(shudders) (creaking) (sniffles) (sniffles) (exhales) (engine rumbling) (shuts off engine) ♪ ♪ Fuck.
(shuddering softly) Fuck! (sniffles) (sniffles) (groans softly) (sniffles, exhales) (grunts) (sniffling) (exhales sharply) ♪ - (insects trilling) - (door opens) (dog barking in distance) I can help.
Just go.
Here are your clothes.
Take the bag.
Throw it away.
(door closes) (sighs softly) ("Cold As It Gets" by Patty Griffin playing) To the end of the earth ♪ I'll search for your face ♪ For the one who laid all of our beauty to waste ♪ Threw our hope into hell ♪ And our children to the fire ♪ I am the one who crawled through the wire ♪ I am the one who crawled through the wire ♪ There's a million sad stories on the side of the road ♪ Strange how we all just got used to the blood ♪ Millions of stories that'll never be told ♪ Silent and froze in the mud ♪ Silent and froze in the mud ♪ I know a cold as cold as it gets ♪ I know a darkness that's darker than coal ♪ A wind that blows as cold as it gets ♪ (breathing heavily) Blew out the light of my soul ♪ Blew out the light of my soul ♪ I know a cold as cold as it gets ♪ I fight a war I may never see won ♪ I live only to see ♪ You live to regret ♪ Everything that you've done ♪ Everything that you've done ♪ Everything that you've done.
♪ MARCUS: Coco was a good soldier.
A good brother.
The Sons will answer for his death.
But we can't afford an all-out war right now.
(sniffs) We're too divided.
We're too vulnerable.
I'll backdoor to Charming.
Find out what was behind this.
Then we'll call on retribution.
CREEPER: Fuck that.
They need to fuckin' pay.
(inhales sharply) No, Padrino.
We act now.
Excuse me? You want to send a message? Avenge our brother without putting a bunch of our guys at risk? We all know Packer's on his last leg at UC Davis.
Charming or anyone else who might've greenlit that hit will be keeping vigil.
So we go there.
Take out their leadership.
Cut the head off a snake and it dies.
Show these motherfuckers who we are.
It's a suicide mission.
EZ: It is.
That's why I'll go.
That's not the job of a VP.
A man shouldn't be scared to get his own hands dirty.
I would never ask a brother to do anything that I wouldn't do myself.
Me, Angel, Gilly.
Smaller the team, the better.
Never see it coming.
Fuck yeah.
Gilly stays here.
Fuck that.
You're not gonna leave this club shorthanded again.
- He was my brother! - He was all our brother! You stay.
(shudders) Shit.
Fuck it.
I didn't come all the way down here for nothing.
I'd be honored to join you.
That's it, then.
That's all we need.
Padrino? This goes wrong it affects more than just you.
If it goes right it means no one will ever think about coming after us ever again.
And it'll mean we've done right by Coco.
Let's go to war.
Fuck yeah.
(gavel bangs)
Our competitor bribed a clerk in City Planning, I just need somebody to talk to him.
(grunting) (gunshot) We are here about this man.
Tell me, Mrs.
Galindo, who did you hire to murder Marlon Buksar? Shouldn't you be home helping your fiancée get ready for the kid? If I ain't there, I can't fuck it up.
Sofía, right? I wasn't sure if you needed this back.
(knock on door) SOFÍA: Turns out we're actually gonna need that leash back.
MONTEZ: Sons, Mayans, we got history.
One wrong move could start a war.
JESS: I found something, and I don't know what to do.
BOSTON TERRY: What the fuck's all this? Show him.
BOSTON TERRY: What did Chibs say? You got your war.
Fuck you! (indistinct yelling) You deserve better.
You know that, right? Words of wisdom from a junkie piece of shit.
MARCUS: I'm sending you to Oakland.
You get this right, your bottom rocker might be waiting for you when you get back.
COCO: Saw something beautiful, it made me think of you.
I love you, Coco.
(gunfire) COCO: I love you, Hope.
(cell phone buzzing) (cell phone unlocks) Yeah? Get everybody to the clubhouse, huh? Hey.
Is everything all right? No.
- Hey, get the fuck up! - What? Call him again.
I want fucking answers.
- Yo.
- (door closes) Yo, what the fuck is going on? Oakland got hit last night.
- What? - (door opens) Any news? We're on it.
We'll find out the motherfuckers who came at us.
It'll be the last thing Marcus.
- they ever fucking do.
- Marcus.
What do we know? We're finding out what we can.
Five dead.
Four in the ICU.
What about Coco? GILLY: Fuck! ♪ ♪ Maybe it was Banquero? That bullshit out in the desert.
He's still icing us out.
What about Sons, huh? Retaliation for that hit in Berdoo.
You fucking idiots did that months ago against my orders.
Why would they wait to hit us now? Charming knows I'm back in the fold.
Well, Happy is the type to hold a grudge, Padrino.
Me and Happy - We got no issues.
- (scoffs) You got something to say? Fuck Happy.
And fuck every Son.
I don't trust any of them.
A brother got hit, a Santo Padre brother.
I don't even trust everyone at this table.
Wait, what the fuck you trying to say, motherfucker? - No one from Yuma got hit.
- CANCHE: Yeah, they fucking did.
The pipe bomb, your fingerprints all over it.
Blood of four brothers on your fucking hands and you want to talk about trust? EZ: No one from Stockton got hit.
Where's Dondo? Accusations have consequences.
Enough! Dondo went up north to check on his guys, which is what I want you to do.
Go home, take care of your charter.
Keep things tight up there.
Now, until we learn more, I want everything locked the fuck down.
Now, go.
Go.
What the fuck do you think you're doing, Ezekiel? You're a VP.
Your job is to unite, not divide.
Our next move could start an all-out war.
EZ: All due respect, Padrino, I think we may already be in one.
- (door opens) - Mm.
- What'd he say? - We wait.
We figure out who's responsible.
(scoffs) My money's on those reaper motherfuckers.
That came up.
(scoffs) Why the fuck would they hit us now? HANK: Alvarez needs a beat to get a handle on the situation.
He wants to make sure the next move's the right one.
Well, so, what? Do fucking nothing? - We have no choice.
- No! Damn it! Fuck the rules.
Caught me.
Think you got a pretty good view last night.
(laughs softly) Yeah.
Didn't mean to stay.
I was really beat.
It's all good.
You okay? You ran out of here.
(Sally whines) She can read you.
(Sally whining) Take care of yourself, EZ.
Hey, I'm glad, uh - I'm glad that you stayed.
- (Sally whines) Jury's still out for me.
(door closes) - (sighs) - (Sally whines) (birds singing) Ready to start the day, Christopher? ♪ ("La Llorona" plays over Nails' headphones) ♪ ♪ ♪ (footsteps approaching) How you holding up? (Bishop sniffles) I know what it's like to lose someone.
It's like It's like losing gravity.
You-you get all upside down.
Like you're just gonna like you're just gonna float away without them.
Ah.
What the fuck you talking about? Nothing.
I just Just know that I'm a good listener if you ever want to talk.
What I want is to sit here, get very drunk, and not talk or think about how I just lost a brother and there's not a fucking thing I can do about it.
So if you really are a good listener, listen to this.
Leave me the fuck alone.
Mm.
(water running) (gasps) (exhales) (inhales) (gasps) (wind whistling) (grunts) (bells tolling) Tía.
I pray that's true.
(door closes) (line ringing) It's time.
(brakes squeaking) - What was so fucking urgent? - (panting) Something's going on.
One of the clubhouses got shot up.
Someone I know died.
And? Is that because of me? Don't act all scandalized now that shit's getting real.
(Jess panting) You never said people were gonna get killed.
I hate to break it to you, but that kutte you brought us didn't just fall into that barrel.
It was put there on a dead Son.
And I knew him.
He was he was a good guy.
The fucking Mayans started this shit.
Terry's just doing what he has to.
I don't want to be a part of this anymore.
I'm done.
I'm out.
No, you're fucking not.
Those wetbacks are gonna want revenge, and we need you to tell us when it's gonna happen.
They don't ever tell me anything.
Just listen, look.
You'll see them getting guns ready, talking about certain places.
When they respond, they're gonna respond big.
You'll know.
You'll hear.
Jaz what if they find out it was me? You ain't nothing but warm, wet furniture to them.
To the breezes, brother.
Another one.
I should've gone to college ♪ And made a lot of money ♪ And given you everything ♪ That your heart desires ♪ - I should've been blue-collar ♪ - (sniffles) Hey, bro.
- You good? - (sniffles) You would think after all this time, this shit gets easier.
Been smarter, should've been stronger ♪ Fucking doesn't.
I should've been you ♪ (Gilly sniffles) Yeah.
Somebody should probably check in on Letty and - what's her name? - Hope.
Her name's Hope.
Yeah, her.
I'll do it.
Oh, hey, hey.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, sit down.
- Why don't you hang back? - (sighs) I'll handle this.
Yeah? Yeah.
Hey, Letty's gonna be fucked up.
We got to be there for her.
Hey, we will, man.
In these basement bars in this rock 'n roll band ♪ (Gilly sniffles) We will.
(door opens) Padrino, you got a minute? I just spoke to some of the brothers up in Oakland.
The fuckers who rolled up They weren't wearing kuttes, but they were recognized as SOA.
How sure are you? One hundred percent.
Fuck.
Didn't even hide their faces.
It's like they wanted us to know.
You tell anyone else? No.
Keep that between us, huh? You know, once the brothers hear about this, they're gonna want blood.
Striking back blind isn't the answer, Hank.
We need to know what's behind this.
I mean, shit.
We're still recovering from a fucking civil war.
We can't just jump into a conflict with the Sons.
What kind of message does it send if we don't hit back? We need answers.
Then we'll move.
(panting) (breathing loudly) Oh.
(sucks in through teeth) (breathing loudly) (groans, gasps) It's okay.
(sniffles, exhales) It's okay.
You're gonna be okay.
(panting) (groans softly) (sighs) (panting) (gasps) (groaning) Are you okay? I don't know.
(exhales) - Yeah.
- Here.
Come on.
- Okay.
- Let me take you.
Come on.
(groaning, sucks in through teeth) Oh, bring it.
Bring it.
I think he's coming.
- Okay.
Come on.
- (gasps) (groaning softly) Thank you.
- Come on.
- (sucks in through teeth) - (tool clicking) - (metallic creaking) We got a prospect for that.
Man can't be scared to get his own hands dirty.
Any word? Everybody's so eager to go to war.
But after all the funerals, the old ladies, the kids, you sometimes forget why it even started.
'92, Cali patch.
Two years of death.
Every day, getting on this bike, never knowing if that ride would be your last.
And for what? I mean, at the end of the day, what do we have to show for it? Nothing.
Except death over a fucking piece of cloth.
The brothers got angry, but we pulled back.
Now we wear So Cal, Nor Cal patches.
Sometimes you got to make tough decisions - to save brothers' lives.
- (huffs) We can't let this slide, Padrino.
We need to find out who it fucking was.
I don't got the luxury of seeing things black and white, EZ.
I don't got the luxury of emotions.
Now, Coco Coco's death is on me.
I sent him up there, and I'll always carry that.
Blood will be shed.
Don't you worry about that.
But it's on me, on us, to limit how much of that blood is Mayans.
(metallic creaking) - (metallic creaking) - (tool clicking) Hello? (dog barking) (dog barking) You okay? Is Hope around? (dog barking) You hungry? You brought me chicken nuggets.
Am I six? I got you a cheeseburger, too.
He would have hated to see it this way.
- (siren wailing) - (Nails moaning) We're getting you help.
- You're gonna be okay.
- My baby? We're gonna need a CBC, PTT and HCG.
- And get the doctor down here.
- What's wrong? What's going on? FELIPE: Is she gonna be okay? Sir, I need you to wait outside.
(Nails crying) Just take deep breaths for me, okay? In through your nose, out through your mouth.
(moaning) (exhales) Is the baby coming? BP 90/60, pulse 120.
(panting) - What's happening? - We need you to stay calm, okay? I need someone to tell me what's going on right now.
DE LEÓN: Give her one milligram of Dilaudid.
- That's to help you calm down.
- I don't need to calm down.
I need someone to tell me what's going on.
And 25 milligrams of oxytocin.
Yes, Doctor.
(electricity crackling) (echoes): Please - (Leticia grunting) - Hey.
Hey, hey, let me do that.
No, I got it.
I got it, I got it, I got it, I got it, I got it.
I got it.
He's not coming back.
(ragged breathing) He's not coming back.
(softly): Hey.
It hurts so bad.
♪ - (toilet flushes) - (door creaks) (clears throat) Well, uh I guess I should go.
You good? Good, good.
Well, hey, look, um, if you need anything, the club, you know, we're all here for you.
(exhales) I'm good, Angel.
I'm fine.
Okay.
Um I'll go.
(exhales) (engine revs in distance) (line ringing) ANGEL (over phone): It's Angel.
Leave a message.
Shit.
Son, call me.
(monitor beeping steadily) (Felipe exhales) DE LEÓN: How are you feeling? Just tired.
Where's my baby? You experienced a hemorrhagic event.
One that made the pregnancy no longer viable.
- I'm sorry.
- (high-pitched ringing) (fading): These sometimes happen DE LEÓN: Would you like to see him? (sniffles) He's beautiful.
(phone ringing) Hello? Hello? Who is this? I can't talk long.
Em? Are you okay? Where are you? I don't have a lot of time, and I-I don't know who could be listening but you need to be careful.
Careful? Are you in trouble? AUTOMATED VOICE: To continue the call, - please insert more money.
- (stammers) Uh, that EZ, that favor.
So someone came asking about it.
They found me.
I don't know how.
(engine starts) Emily, tell me where you are.
EZ, I-I I can't.
- Em.
- EZ, I just wanted to tell you To continue the call, please insert more money.
EZ: Emily, where are you? To continue the call, please insert more money.
I don't have more money.
Just - be careful.
- Emily.
- Goodbye, EZ.
- To continue the call, please insert - (phone beeps) - Emily? (phone ringing) (line ringing) (engine approaching) Manny? I heard about what happened.
CREEPER: What are you doing back? Bro, if y'all gonna kill some Sons, I want in.
Oakland hasn't confirmed it was Sons.
Yeah, they did.
I hopped on my bike soon as I heard.
What you talking about? The ladder.
I'm sorry? The ladder.
I I shouldn't have moved the ladder.
NUNS: Santa María, Madre de Dios, ruega por nosotros, ahora y en la hora de nuestra muerte.
Amen.
Dios te salve, María, llena eres de gracia, el Señor es contigo.
Bendita tú eres entre todas las mujeres, y bendito es el fruto de tu vientre Jesús.
Santa María, Madre de Dios, ruega por nosotros, pecadores, ahora y en la hora de nuestra muerte.
Amen.
Dios te salve, María, llena eres de gracia, el Señor es contigo.
(voices fading) ♪ ♪ (engine starts) (exhales) It's all I could scrape together.
Drive.
HANK: I got to talk to Padrino.
(scoffs) I can't believe Alvarez didn't tell us.
Maybe he needed a minute, you know, to figure out what to do next.
No, he's afraid of war.
- (clears throat) - Old-timers had theirs, huh? And they lost.
Dawg, I'm so fucking tired of waiting, man.
They don't get that it's our turn now.
And I don't plan on losing.
What about you? Fuck no.
Dawg, it's physics, man.
Any vacuum needs to be filled.
All right, that flash on your chest ain't for decorations.
You gonna lead us or what? (door closes) (quietly): This motherfucker.
Templo in 30.
(ragged exhale) (music playing softly) (door closes) You are my way out ♪ (Hope crying softly) (sniffles) (soft creaking) I'm sorry.
I'll leave tomorrow.
(sniffles) (exhales) (sighs softly) Please don't go.
(shudders) (creaking) (sniffles) (sniffles) (exhales) (engine rumbling) (shuts off engine) ♪ ♪ Fuck.
(shuddering softly) Fuck! (sniffles) (sniffles) (groans softly) (sniffles, exhales) (grunts) (sniffling) (exhales sharply) ♪ - (insects trilling) - (door opens) (dog barking in distance) I can help.
Just go.
Here are your clothes.
Take the bag.
Throw it away.
(door closes) (sighs softly) ("Cold As It Gets" by Patty Griffin playing) To the end of the earth ♪ I'll search for your face ♪ For the one who laid all of our beauty to waste ♪ Threw our hope into hell ♪ And our children to the fire ♪ I am the one who crawled through the wire ♪ I am the one who crawled through the wire ♪ There's a million sad stories on the side of the road ♪ Strange how we all just got used to the blood ♪ Millions of stories that'll never be told ♪ Silent and froze in the mud ♪ Silent and froze in the mud ♪ I know a cold as cold as it gets ♪ I know a darkness that's darker than coal ♪ A wind that blows as cold as it gets ♪ (breathing heavily) Blew out the light of my soul ♪ Blew out the light of my soul ♪ I know a cold as cold as it gets ♪ I fight a war I may never see won ♪ I live only to see ♪ You live to regret ♪ Everything that you've done ♪ Everything that you've done ♪ Everything that you've done.
♪ MARCUS: Coco was a good soldier.
A good brother.
The Sons will answer for his death.
But we can't afford an all-out war right now.
(sniffs) We're too divided.
We're too vulnerable.
I'll backdoor to Charming.
Find out what was behind this.
Then we'll call on retribution.
CREEPER: Fuck that.
They need to fuckin' pay.
(inhales sharply) No, Padrino.
We act now.
Excuse me? You want to send a message? Avenge our brother without putting a bunch of our guys at risk? We all know Packer's on his last leg at UC Davis.
Charming or anyone else who might've greenlit that hit will be keeping vigil.
So we go there.
Take out their leadership.
Cut the head off a snake and it dies.
Show these motherfuckers who we are.
It's a suicide mission.
EZ: It is.
That's why I'll go.
That's not the job of a VP.
A man shouldn't be scared to get his own hands dirty.
I would never ask a brother to do anything that I wouldn't do myself.
Me, Angel, Gilly.
Smaller the team, the better.
Never see it coming.
Fuck yeah.
Gilly stays here.
Fuck that.
You're not gonna leave this club shorthanded again.
- He was my brother! - He was all our brother! You stay.
(shudders) Shit.
Fuck it.
I didn't come all the way down here for nothing.
I'd be honored to join you.
That's it, then.
That's all we need.
Padrino? This goes wrong it affects more than just you.
If it goes right it means no one will ever think about coming after us ever again.
And it'll mean we've done right by Coco.
Let's go to war.
Fuck yeah.
(gavel bangs)