You have a good idea of what this club could be,
but you don't understand this--
who we are.
Who we come from.
The rules, and why we have them.
Mayans, are they a bad ass gang?
Just a motorcycle club, man.
What can I get you?
[SPANISH SPEECH]
You got something to say, La Bamba?
Say it in fucking English.
You officers have a good day.
Pussy gangster.
Yeah, you better walk away.
[LAUGHING]
Buy yourself some fucking manners.
[GASPS]
WOMAN: Oh, my God.
The hell are you doing?
They're not worth it.
[LAUGHING]
You know, up North, we don't let blood sponsor blood.
The whole thing can get messy.
Word of advice, if a situation should present itself
that causes you confusion, between brother and brother,
you bring it to your Bishop.
We'll help you out.
You understand?
Yeah, of course.
Put the club first.
I want to see a full patch on your back.
Keeping this from the club, it erodes trust.
Anything you want to say?
I didn't think I was hiding anything, but I get it.
Here's what's on the table.
We let Riz stay a full patch, all privileges,
but he loses his office.
We vote in a new Secretary, and the club takes 10% of all
that revenue from that tunnel.
That includes [INAUDIBLE].
That's not my money.
Then we shut it down, and it's no one's money.
All in favor?
Intravenous drug use.
Told you, you were at a crossroads.
I tried to warn you.
Was there ever a doubt a little lamb
would choose anything but the steep and thorny path?
What the fuck do you want from me?
Let me start with what I don't want.
I don't want to have to show this photo to your brothers.
I don't want to have to set your shit on fire.
Until we table what happened in Purdue,
you take a step back.
No, man.
That can't happen, not now.
Yeah, it can, and it just fucking did.
Fuck you!
Whatever problem you have with me, we settle it now.
Because if you ever call me out again, shit on the respect
I've earned, I'm going to cut you into pieces,
bury you in a fucking hole, and piss in it.
Tucson.
This is bullshit.
If this stays clear, it's pure.
It turns blue, it's been cut.
Shit.
You do the pick up from the air drop,
and you take it from me?
You were the only one who was alone with the package.
This is crazy.
Is it?
Answer him.
There's stupid, and there's really fucking stupid.
[SPANISH SPEECH]
Sorry, brothers.
We had no idea.
We know that.
You'll handle the problem.
Yeah.
What about the Mayans?
What about their restitution?
You lost Ben because you came into our fucking backyard.
No call, no respect.
What the fuck did you think was going to happen?
We didn't know it was still your territory, man.
I thought you were too thick with the cartel
to care if a few patches came and made
a little border scratch.
You were wrong.
Fuck you, traitor.
Mayans killed nine of my men.
Because you were fucking wrong.
Can we just agree that maybe you're both fucking wrong?
We have your whole charter.
The disappearance of Victoria Ariza, the murders
of Alice and Dennis Reid.
Joseph Flacco Nunez and Steven [INAUDIBLE] Ramirez, shot dead
driving through San Bernardino.
Thomas doc Harper, murdered.
You want me to keep going?
Because there's a lot, all with your club's fingerprints on it.
There's a way out, Aron.
You fucking killed me.
You know what the club would do if they knew?
What they would do to me!?
You go in.
You proffer.
You give us information, you walk.
We don't want an individual.
We want the club.
I'm not a fucking rat.
You know what separates us from all
the other scumbags, gives us the courage
to look into the mirror?
This fucking piece of leather, the history that hangs on it.
It means I've earned the respect of men-- men I love.
Men I'd die for.
Men who die for me.
The money, the weight--
it can't lead.
We have to serve something greater.
So what's the deal?
We go in there and make right by Coco,
kill as many high ranking Sons as we can find.
I say we take it up to the 8th floor,
and we cut back downstairs.
We don't want any surprises.
[ELEVATOR DING]
[LAUGHING]
[GUNSHOTS]
Let's go!
Just read the fucking book.