"Behind every great fortune is a crime." So it seems. A crime, or many crimes.

Mayans MC Season Two. I'm thinking its central motif, and its central truth, lie in its editing: it always cuts back and forth between the palatial estate of the Galindos, the beauty and calm of which blonde Emily G would like to see unsullied, and the violent, gritty lives and works of the bikers. The former could not exist without the latter, and the idea that they can be kept separate is unsustainable, as Emily, to her horror, is finding out. You think of that scene in Godfather II where Michael Corleone is so outraged about the attempt on him at his Nevada home, the place of his domesticity, that he shouts at Pentangeli about it. With Emily, a case in point is the death of a young City Hall bureaucrat of her acquaintance resulting from her request to the biker Ezekiel, an old flame, to intercede with him. The whole conundrum is embodied in Marcus Alvarez, the Mayans MC chieftain who has shed his biker garb for a suit and seems to live on the estate as factotum, or consigliere, to Jose Galindo.