[Hank] With Tito and Mick out, Orange County's gone.
- Inland Empire. - You got it.
It's a solid bunch of brothers. We'll hold it down.
You're the last stand between us and them.
What do you know about me?
You ex-military?
- Blackwater? - Close enough.
We are unfuckable.
Now, shall we begin...
the future?
[grunting]
- [truck departs] - [distant screaming]
[Miguel] It's time to come home.
For us to be a family again.
Miguel, what did you do to my sister?
- Say hi to Mommy. - Hi, Mommy.
[Miguel] [laughs] Yeah...
Everything you fucking said is a fucking lie.
It's just complicated.
- Fuck this. - We have you.
So please, let me help you.
I'm not a fucking rat.
One of the brothers you're trying to protect is a rat.
I want you out.
I'm happy.
I won't be here to see it burn.
- [Chip] You with them? - [EZ] Who?
- Iron War. - [Angel] Fuck Iron War.
Bunch of cops and COs playing one-percenter.
You paying taxes now to Iron War?
They came here.
Sister Anne made sure one of them
left grinning. [tongue clicks]
[guard] You got something to say to your boyfriend,
you can hold onto his pocket when I do your cavity search.
Tell that Mayan rat "Smokey says hello."
Let's go. Let's go.
- Oh, shit. - [alarm blaring]
[spits]
[door closes]
♪ ♪
[water running]
[panting]
[clears throat]
What do they know?
[EZ] I'm gonna go find out now.
[Sofía] EZ.
It's gonna be okay.
[door closes]
I said goodbye and I was out.
So it must have been after I left.
Did anything happen in visiting?
Nothing. No trouble.
Half of those COs are Iron War.
All right? This don't happen without them knowing.
[Downer] What kind of shape's he in?
I don't know.
Just found out from Sandoval's cousin.
- Sandoval get hit, too? - Nah.
[Hank] Said it happened too fast.
- Bullshit. - Well, he's PC'ed up now.
Cousin heard from Sandoval's girl.
She called out of respect to the club.
[Angel] So Creep's just standing alone
in there now?
Don't know how much longer he'll be standing at all.
He got hit pretty bad.
[sighs]
What the fuck are we gonna do?
[Katie] I'm good alone with him.
- [officer] You sure? - Yeah.
[Katie] I got it. Thanks.
[door closes]
[Katie] Jesus.
Get the fuck out.
Let me...
Let me put you in protective custody.
Fuck that.
They'll have to fucking kill me first.
You know, I drive out.
Park on the ridge road by the gun tower.
And I just sit there...
wondering which cell is yours.
What you're doing.
- If you're safe. - What the fuck is it that you,
- that you want from me? - What do I want from you?
I don't know, how about a fucking time machine
so I can go back and never push for this fucking assignment?
I need you to know that that picture of my ex,
you remember that picture, it... well, he wasn't just...
I don't care for your lies.
- This isn't a lie. - I don't give a fuck.
Yeah.
[breathless] Okay, um...
He wasn't just my ex.
He was my partner.
The love of my life.
And a gangbanger,
a lowlife just like you,
shot him in the face.
I wasn't ready to come back.
- I thought that I... - I ain't a gangbanger.
You...
are a fucking criminal.
A fucking scumbag.
And that's how you honored the love of your life?
Spreading your legs for a scumbag?
[scoffs]
You're a fucking lowlife.
And I'm sure your man had it coming.
You are a fucking piece of shit,
and I hope you fucking die out there.
[Creeper] Hey. Wait.
I just... [scoffs]
[sniffles]
Please, Neron.
Let me make one call.
Help keep you safe.
If you really want to help me...
You said there was a rat.
In Santo Padre.
I need you to find out who it is.
[pop music playing in Mandarin]
[indistinct chatter]
- [sizzling] - [hip-hop music playing]
[guard] Hey, boss, aren't you late for your shift?
Who we got on?
Stick and Thompson on unit five.
Rodriguez and Jones on the floor with you.
All right, fine.
Any trouble with the paperwork from last night?
No. Sullivan and Rose get a paid week off.
Counseling for witnessing a violent act.
- God bless Sacramento liberals. - [laughs]
[motorcycles approaching]
[engines turn off]
Oh, this is cute. You guys playing dress-up?
You supposed to be the leader or something?
Oh, shit.
I didn't think the janitor crew came on till the third shift.
You cool with all that racist shit?
[McKenzie] Oh, come on.
Not every white guy's a racist, José.
That's yourshit to work through.
The only colors I see
- are black and blue. - [Angel laughs]
Is this supposed to be blue?
This looks a little too, uh, too sweet
to be blue.
More like a...
- Violet. - Ah, mira.
- A tough fucking violet. - Yeah.
You let one of our brothers get hit last night.
Can't help if Mayans are nothing but bottom-feeders these days.
That motherfucker was there.
You been out to the Salton Sea lately?
[guard] No.
But I've been between your mother's legs.
Tasted like soap, but might've been the cilantro.
- What the fuck did you... - [whistling]
[indistinct radio chatter]
Yeah.
Sad.
Mayans were great once.
Under Alvarez.
But now it's just...
[EZ] You can hide behind
that fucking badge,
but you let someone get us inside,
we can get you anytime outside.
Are you supposed to be some kind of leader or something?
You're coming crying to me
because you can't keep your own men safe.
Hey, hey. No, no, no. This is not the time.
Not the time.
If y'all want to stay, we got plenty of cots for you.
[television playing faintly]
Hey!
How many times I got to tell you, you don't touch this.
Marcus.
He knows better.
Come on, Santi. Let's wash up for lunch.
[scoffs]
♪ ♪
[grunting softly]
[panting]
♪ ♪
[Eduardo] Mmm.
Soledad and I have found common ground.
And we hope that you will join us.
What is it that Lincoln Potter wants?
You think I don't know about the puppeteer's hand
up your asses?
A doctor surprised me once with a prostate check.
I had that pinche joto'sbody cut up
and scattered all over the city.
[laughs softly]
But, um...
you seem comfortable with that arrangement.
Maybe it's in your blood.
Your cuckold father let the Americanos
lock up his balls in a cage.
Yes.
Potter has sent us here.
But what I'm comfortable with is the belief
that if we band together, we puppets
will finally have autonomy from the U.S. government.
Because as long as we're at war with each other,
they will own us.
But this...
confederacy isn't only smart financially, but...
[clears throat]
Lately,
I've struggled...
with the thought of my legacy.
As fathers...
you and I,
we must decide...
do we leave our children an empire...
or a battlefield?
And you expect my men
to forgive these bastards
after decades of blood spilt?
That blood has spilled on both sides.
But we personally guarantee that moving forward,
our men will embrace each of yours...
as brothers.
♪ ♪
[Soledad] Miguel.
You want to be a real boy, Pinocchio?
Okay.
Let's fuck the Americanostogether.
[sighs]
[pants unzip]
[urinating]
[urinal flushes]
His name was Tomás.
[gurgling]
[administrator] Our top-tier Deluxe Suites
include a queen-sized bed, a private bathroom,
a sitting area and views of the courtyard.
How much is that?
What's the tier down from that?
Our Standard Suites come with a shower, toilet,
queen-sized bed and a lounge chair.
Is there a tier below that?
- Stop calling me that. - [Guero laughs]
Because it's what you are.
- I fucking ain't. - You're proving it right now.
I ain't proving shit.
I'm fucking Puerto Rican.
- Boricua. - Yeah, my apologies on that.
Fuck you. I ain't fucking Arab.
- I'm fucking American. - Exactly something
an ignorant-ass philistine would say.
I told you to stop fucking calling me that.
[Guero] Mm-hmm.
Now go do your fucking job.
- Fuck you. - Yeah.
Hey.
Your bag's in there, okay?
What did I do?
Nothing, Ma.
We talked about this.
You keep falling. You keep forgetting.
This place is just better.
It's safer.
I'm sorry.
I won't do it again.
I will be good.
Hey.
You didn't do anything wrong, Ma.
Nothing.
[crying]
Please, mijo, don't leave me here.
- I'm not gonna leave you. - [administrator] It's best
if you just go.
You can, you can see her tomorrow.
Your son is gonna visit tomorrow, okay?
No, mijo, don't go.
No.
Please, don't leave me here.
You got any idea
the hell that's about to unleash on you all for this?
This is for Creeper.
Who's running the fucking pipeline?
- Fucking tell me who! - [Angel] Bro, come on.
EZ!
Fuck!
[EZ panting]
Fucking tell us!
That's fucking enough!
After what that motherfucker did to Creeper?!
This motherfucker is an ass-kicking away
from giving us anything we need.
Fuck you for not knowing what the fuck...
Hey, hey!
[overlapping shouting]
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Get off me.
[panting]
♪ ♪
[sniffles]
[Nestor] What do we do?
Find somewhere to dump this motherfucker.
[television playing faintly]
[door closes]
[gasps] Hello.
[speaking Spanish]
You're late.
If that's an issue...
Oh, no, it's not an issue.
I'm very grateful to spend every minute with my grandson.
I'm just worried about you.
Look at me.
I know firsthand what it's like to live this life.
- I know what it does to someone. - [Maverick crying]
I'm fine.
I'll see him tomorrow?
I'm fine.
[babbling]
[door closes]
[heavy door closes]
[Cristóbal] Daddy!
[laughs] Hey. Oh, my God.
Oh!
You're so heavy. Uh-oh.
Oh. Stuck in the spin cycle!
Maria said you didn't leave the house today.
It's not healthy...
living like a prisoner.
[exhales]
Don't be dramatic.
You can leave any time you want.
But you will never be alone with my son again.
Just wait.
Right? This isn't so bad.
Being together.
A family.
[Isaac] What doesfamilia mean to you?
Is it the squiggly line of your DNA?
Vainly fucking to recreate yourself
in this sullen, gassy form?
Or a finger poked with a jackknife,
blood smeared, oath taken, "brothers."
My brother won't see me.
'Cause I think he's ashamed... of me.
All I ever wanted was to be him.
Even now,
as he lies all shriveled
and sponge-bathed in hospice,
I still...
I still envy him.
Because he knows something no one in this room does.
The ending.
[sucks lips loudly]
But he was almost surprised, remember, Ter?
When you let the Mayans nearly get my brother
sitting all alone in a hospital bed?
What did you see in that elevator?
Hmm?
When those bullets tore through you?
God?
A vast yawning blackness?
Or just...
[groans mockingly]
[sighs]
But...
I believe everything's a blessing if you make it.
So I realized it was time for the prodigal son,
lost but now found, to return home.
Faithful servant to the blood brothers of his club.
[laughs]
Isn't life funny?
If your brothers hadn't tried to murder mine that day,
we wouldn't be here right now
having this fascinating discussion.
- Fuck you. - [laughs]
I'm making you a god, with the power to smite,
and that's your only contribution
to the conversation?
Fuck me? Fuck you! I'll decide!
- Stop! Please stop! - No!
- There he is! - No, no, no.
- Shut the fuck up. There he is. - Please. Please!
Thank you for joining the program already in progress.
Now we're all dying to know...
which family do you choose?
Capital F or quotation marked?
[Hector] It's fine, sweetheart. [shushes]
Take me.
You let them go. You just fucking kill me.
That's not how the game's played.
And no one likes a cheater.
Now, I get it.
It's a hard choice because...
Hoosier?
- Hoosier! - [Hoosier] Yeah-yeah, man?
What's it gonna be like tomorrow?
I don't know.
You're a fucking idiot, man.
- 78. - [Isaac] Cloudy?
No, it's clear.
Zero precipitation.
I get it.
Whoever you choose won't feel the sun on their face tomorrow.
Did you feel the sun on your face today?
[Wolverine] Don't do it, man.
- You know Emily's pregnant. - [Joker] Jesus. Fuck.
- Don't do it. Please. - Get back here.
-Hey? Fuck. -[Wolverine] Please. Hey. Please. I'm fucking begging.
- Don't do it. - I'm gonna take that as a no.
[wife] No, no, no, no.
Did you feel the sun on your face today?
[crying]
Yeah.
Oh, my. Precious.
Hey.
It wouldn't be right for me
to try to sway your choice, but you know.
Hey, hey, hey.
Stop being a bitch and just fucking choose.
[Isaac] Listen, I'll make this easier.
I just need you to lift a finger and point. Huh?
They'll close their eyes so they'll never know.
No!
- [gunshot] - [screaming]
[panting]
I hope you have baking soda.
[motorcycle engine turns off]
[door opens]
- [door closes] - I wish he would at least eat
half as much as he throws.
[Angel laughs]
[Angel] Aw.
Oh, I was hoping I'd get home before he fell asleep.
Hmm. I spend all day thinking about him,
missing him.
[laughs] Hmm.
And you.
[chuckles]
I thought you weren't smoking.
I ain't.
Everyone else in the club.
They're all tense.
I don't care if you smoke, Angel.
I didn't stop for you.
I stopped so I can be around a long time for him.
How was your day?
Quiet.
- Boring. - [water runs]
Hmm.
[box rustles]
You guys get out of the house?
We went for a stroller walk.
He got scared by a dog.
Mm. As he should.
Dogs are sketchy.
I thought you loved dogs.
Hmm.
I had a change of heart.
How was yourday?
You know, quiet.
Boring.
Hmm.
Here. Some excitement for you.
[laughs]
[knocking on door]
Uh...
Inland Empire.
They're out.
[door slides open]
[door slides closed]
[tires screech]
[gasping raggedly]
[motorcycle approaching]
[engine turns off]
[EZ] She's beautiful.
Padrino.
Shit, I don't even know what I'm doing here.
There are things I don't know that I thought maybe I did.
The club's in a bad way.
[grunts softly]
[engine starts, revs]
It's not my club anymore.
[engine turns off]
[grunts]
Our brothers are dying.
[train horn blowing in distance]
During the first war, over the patch, how did you...
How'd you finally get out from under it?
You thinking of surrendering?
No, uh...
I'm just tired of people dying.
You're the first person come around to visit.
Shit, 40 years in the club.
Past six months, not one brother's come to visit me.
Padrino, about that vote, man...
I'm having a baby, ése.
Can you believe that? At my age?
You know, you...
you think you do the right thing and everything's gonna be okay.
But they don't tell you about the other minutes of the day.
The club life, it's fleeting.
All of it.
Good and bad.
And maybe surviving is-is the worst sin.
I mean, all we do is end up in a box or a cell...
a making of your own.
I really am sorry...
about how it all went down.
I always liked you, EZ.
But if you ever show up to my property again,
I'll shoot you.
[exhales]
[engine starts]
[motorcycle departs]
♪ Somewhere I can live ♪
♪ Somewhere you are somehow his ♪
♪ Somehow barely hanging on ♪
♪ To the shore ♪
♪ All the places in my brain ♪
♪ Places some will say insane ♪
♪ Places foolishly way ♪
♪ Out here ♪
♪ And did you hear ♪
♪ If they canceled the show? ♪
♪ Wild and willing ♪
♪ To play songs you know ♪
♪ I saw 'em last year ♪
♪ But they played too long ♪
♪ ♪
[door closes in distance]
[Maverick babbling]
[scoffs]
[laughs] Hey. Hey.
- [babbles] - Hi, little man.
Mm, are you hungry?
Oh, come on. Let's get up.
Oh, there's my best friend.
There he is.
[soft clattering nearby]
[babbles]
♪ ♪
Baby?
Baby.
Hi, baby.
What the fuck?
- Where the fuck is Luisa at? - You did right by me once.
So this visit is personal.
But the next one will be professional.
Whatever you guys are looking for...
stop.
What did I tell you, Angel?
You treat us good, we treat you better.
You treat us bad...
we treat you worse.
[vehicle approaching]
Let this go,
before the innocent people in your life pay the price.
[vehicle door closes]
[Maverick babbling]
- [door closes] - [Maverick crying]
[door opens]
[Adelita] Hey. You're both up.
[whispers] What's wrong?
What's wrong?
Bad dream.
Aw...
[device whirring]
- [keys clicking] - [device whirring]
♪ ♪
[indistinct chatter]
[man] We have to take this upstairs.
We believe this bears your immediate attention.
Has anyone else seen this?
[beeps]
[buzzes]
Fuck. Come on.
[buzzes]
- [sighs] - [buzzes]
[rock music playing faintly]
Thank you.
- [shouts] - Oh, shit.
- Sorry. - It's okay.
Did I hurt you?
No, I'm good.
My God, Jesus, you two, just get a room and bang already.
Shut up.
We just gonna wait until we're all dead?
That shit with Hector and Wolverine,
it's fucked up.
Couldn't even imagine.
Could have been any of us.
EZ's gonna have a plan.
When?
We got no one standing between us and SamDino anymore.
We're all that's left in Southern Cali.
Alone and fucked.
We don't have the pipeline, we don't win the war.
This thing's over.
We fucking lost.
Nothing's over until we say it is.
Hey.
We've been up against it before.
- We got to trust E. - [Bishop laughs]
Trust E?
Only thing we got to show for the reign of EZ Reyes
is a fucking fresh coat of paint on the clubhouse,
a smoke-free Templo,
half our brothers are fucking murdered.
The only thing you can trust E to do...
is get the rest of you fuckers killed, too.
[EZ] Anyone know why my brother called the emergency Templo?
[clears throat]
This shit stops now.
- You okay? - No, I'm not fucking okay.
I got a visit this morning from Cole.
[Gilly] Fuck, for real?
Who's Cole?
Crazy-ass Special Forces dude.
What'd he want?
To tell us to stop looking into the fucking pipeline.
No wonder Soledad didn't want our guns.
- Yeah, she's getting them from Cole. - Obviously.
No fucking wonder why those cops ain't scared of us
if they're running shit for them in prison.
Creeper said with us being out of the game,
heroin's dried up inside.
It's just Storm 88 and that fentanyl shit.
That fucking idiot Louie was right.
[Hank] Cartel must have made the switch to fentanyl after the warehouse.
Easy way to make up that money fast.
Cartel to Cole, Iron War, Storm 88.
- There's your fucking pipeline. - [laughs]
What the fuck are you smiling about?
All we needed was to know who the players were.
Now we just...
have to knock one off the board.
Did you just not hear what the fuck I just said to you?
They came to my house and threatened my family.
They aimed a gun at my little boy.
EZ?
It's over. We're done.
No. We're just getting started.
You already got us fighting a fucking war
that we are losing.
Now you're gonna try to take out Cole
and the other mercenaries, too?
No. Not Cole.
[laughs softly]
Galindo thinks we're being left behind.
[chuckles]
Fuck him.
We're gonna take out the cartel.
["Chilling" by Rey El Vikingo playing]
[baby laughing]