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Previously on Sons
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What the hell do you want, man?
I know you're not dealing
the coke, you're muling it.
- What's your end?
- 100 per shipment.
Now 50 of that is mine.
I need a dead Son for the Niner
and the cop you killed.
When that happens, you
get out to earn.
Word from upstairs is
one of you four leaves in a bag.
I got this.
We got a little
action going, put odds
on how long he'll last.
I'll find out who you
are and where you live,
and then I'm gonna kill you.
We never rubbed up against
a guy like Pope.
I say we agree to his terms.
Maybe we can even use this
guy to our advantage.
What advantage is that?
Those home invasions,
that's got to be black.
Eli, is that you?
I've got a gun, and
I'm calling 911.
***.
How do you know there's
a RICO case against the Sons?
Otto Delaney turned.
Gave up Bobby's
involvement as history.
You have to prove
Otto's testimony was false.
Can you get to him?
My association with the
club, they won't let me near him.
I need you to fill
out this paperwork.
CDC approval?
I'm gonna be doing some
gratis work at the prison.
I was just telling my
daughter how you almost got
her husband killed today.
Morning.
Morning.
Sorry, I just, um...
I fell asleep on the daybed.
I passed out on the couch.
Jax put us all to bed.
Hmm.
Where is he?
Oakland.
Club business.
Hey, baby.
I have some
meetings off-site today.
Want to stop by and
check on them?
Okay.
Thanks.
Jesus Christ.
I know.
Rita's in intensive care.
Who the hell
is doing this to us?
This sheriff already
thinks these attacks are
connected to us.
After this, he's
gonna have gang
task force up our ***.
Complicates everything.
None of these attacks
are coming out of my camp.
I know that for sure.
Then I need your help
finding out who it is.
I need a name and I need a 20.
'Cause I got to shut
this *** down.
I'll see what I can find out.
50.
Half of our last mule.
You're an impressive young man.
Yeah, I get that a lot.
I got a proposal
for you and SAMCRO.
Does it involve
children and bonfires?
You are currently
hauling back 20, 30 keys?
30.
If you were to double
your haul-back, say 60 keys, I
could move half of that in a day.
Where?
Reno, parts of Vegas.
I'd have the Niners distribute.
No bigger risk for you.
30, 40, 100 keys, it's all the
same trafficking charge.
What's in it for us?
I pay you another 100 on top
of what the cartel gives you.
We don't take a bite
out of any of it.
I don't know.
My crew wants out
of the drug game.
What do you want?
Listen, you talk to the cartel,
run it past your club.
In the interim, I'll arrange a
sit-down with the Mayans,
Lin and the Niners.
If you decide it makes sense
for SAMCRO, you take the
meeting, bring everybody
up to speed.
If you pass on the deal,
we keep things as is.
Fair enough?
Yeah.
Okay.
I'll also kick back
two percent of my profits
on the 30 keys to you.
Gentlemen's agreement,
just between us.
You make millions in real
estate and other legit trade.
Why do you still
risk this ***?
Is it the rush?
I'm just a businessman, son.
And my most profitable and most
reliable business is narcotics.
Always has been.
I learned how to do
it the right way.
With the right people,
there is no risk.
You let me know.
How's she doing?
The same.
She fought back.
Gave one of them a
pretty good scratch.
Good for her.
DNA?
I sent it to the lab.
Got you on mandatory leave.
Yeah, ten days.
Anything I can do?
I'm not stepping
away from this.
Understandable.
I-I'm here.
You know, sounding
board, whatever.
You know, this has got
to be the East Dub crew hitting
me for bringing their guys in.
They answer to Damon Pope.
Doubt he'd sign off on
hitting a sheriff.
Then it's the same crew
doing the other attacks.
Retaliation of some sort.
Either way, it's
tied to the MC.
Yeah.
I'm starting to see that.
Mr. Roosevelt,
may I speak with you?
I'm very sorry.
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I'm very pleased by this, Clay.
Lung is looking
very, very good.
O2 levels are in the mid 90s.
You're doing the rehab?
Yeah.
Feeling pretty strong.
I can see that.
You heal well.
Well, unless you're planning on
climbing any mountains, you're
not gonna need that anymore.
Okay, good.
So, keep up with
the rehab, no cigars.
I'll see you in two months.
Hey, thanks, Doc.
You got it.
How'd it go?
Not so good.
I'm sorry, man.
I'll meet you at the van.
Sure.
Hey.
How's Rita?
Didn't make it.
Jesus Christ.
Yeah.
Did you talk to Eli?
Not since she passed.
He busted a bunch of
the East Dub Crew yesterday.
Must have been retaliation.
They'd be the, uh...
obvious suspects.
And Pope runs them.
That he does.
That's what don't
make sense to me.
Everybody knows that Pope is
tied to the streets, but nobody
can touch him because
he's too smart.
Attacking a cop's wife,
that ain't smart.
You got another theory?
It feels local to me, you know?
Like someone in Charming, maybe
working out a-a personal beef.
Somebody stirring the pot.
Getting folks all scared.
Trying to tear ***
up from the inside.
You got any proof of that?
Not yet.
But it looks like Rita
clawed back at one of them.
Sheriffs are running the DNA.
Good.
Yeah.
Yeah.
I'll keep you posted.
Appreciate that.
Oh, you check in on Gemma?
I'm guessing this Rita thing
has got her shaken up.
No, I'll...
I'll leave the TLC to you.
Right.
Oh, sh...!
***!
How the hell'd you get in here?
One of my old skill sets.
What is this?
Let's go to your bedroom.
Why?
What do you want?
Walk.
Hey.
Yeah. It's me.
Bedroom.
Yeah, it was.
No, no, no. I'm fine, baby.
Nope.
Just visiting a
friend of yours.
I pressed Pope on
these home invasions.
He swears it ain't
coming from him.
He's gonna dig into the street,
- see if he can turn up some
new intel, but... - Jax.
You believe this guy?
Look, we all know who this
guy is and what he's capable of.
But what he's doing
now suggests
he's telling the truth.
Like what, taking
half our muling cut?
Like offering to double it.
Pope can push another 30
keys east through Reno.
We talked to Luis.
Galindo can easily
up the supply.
Now, what that means for us is
we'll haul 60 keys
back from A-Z.
Pope gives us the 50 he was
gonna take-- that's
another hundred on top.
This guy realizes he can make
a lot more money if we're an ally.
You know...
I've seen guys like Damon Pope
before; I know how they operate.
They make you offers too good to
pass up, they line your pockets
with easy cash, and before you
know it you're wearing shackles,
calling him ***.
My club is never
gonna be anyone's boy.
Clay's right, man.
This *** gets us deeper.
We're getting out
of the coke haul.
That's a promise.
But for now, for me,
this makes sense.
Let's vote it.
Everyone in favor.
Yea.
Yea.
No.
No.
Yea.
No.
I'm sorry, man,
it's a mistake. No.
Nah.
Yeah.
Yea.
Aye.
Six-five.
Passes.
You heading to the garage?
Yeah.
Close vote.
Yeah.
Table's dividing.
I know.
Yeah.
You hear from Tara?
Not yet.
Well, it's a...
it's a simple, uh, system.
The inmates fill out requests and
we screen 'em and you treat
'em, as best you can.
Okay, so you give Bucky the form,
and then he brings you the patient.
Course, anybody makes you
uncomfortable, he's just right
outside the door.
I think I got it.
Thanks.
Good, good.
You got to be shittin' me.
*** it.
Gemma?
Back here.
That's who you called?
Thought you'd be pleased.
Gemma?
Jesus Christ.
You okay?
She's fine.
Are you trying to *** me off?
English, baby.
I don't want her
to miss anything.
Come on, Carla.
Just stop.
You gonna use that on me?
Get undressed.
Wh-What?
Naked.
In the bed.
Both of you.
You are out of
your *** head.
- Do it!
- No!
Do it, sweet brother,
or I'm gonna kill her.
All right, all
right, all right.
Easy, easy.
Easy, Carla.
Turn around.
Get in bed.
Pope and the Sons have
settled their differences.
We're good with
the Niners again.
Yeah, I heard about
the shift in management.
We here for a group hug?
Maybe.
Pope wants us to double
the haul back-- 60 keys.
He's gonna push 30
east through Reno.
Stays clear to Oakland.
Niners are in bed with Pope.
How do I know his end
don't flood my turf?
'Cause we ain't
looking for beefs.
We'll step and bag it, run it outside,
the same way you do up north.
Nothing changes in Oakland.
Your gun deals and
action stay the same.
And I'm supposed
to just trust that ***?
This came straight from Pope.
Look, anything goes
wrong, I'll squash it.
Oh, you'll squash it?
The MC running with
Pope'*** squad now?
No, I'm taking responsibility.
We got to think outside
the hood, boys.
Staying in Pope's sunshine
is good for all of us.
You clear this with Romeo?
Luis. He's good.
Cartel likes the idea of
being in business with Pope.
Lot of *** happening with you at
the head of the table, ese.
I inherited this ***.
Keep black in line...
we're good.
Yeah, I'm good.
Like I got a choice, man.
All right.
Hey, let's do this more often.
I miss you guys.
- Let's roll. - Vamos.
- Come on.
You got my name and address?
Yeah.
But not the one you asked for.
Can't shake nothing lose
from the home invasions.
Street don't know ***.
Then what is that?
Mr. Pope thought this
might buy some goodwill.
Prove his intentions are above
board and looking forward.
How do I know this
is the right place?
***.
No children.
Wife works till 6:00.
There's a chicken place
around the corner.
Your crew can meet you there.
Call Tig.
Have him bring the wagon.
Now what?
Get him hard.
What?
Suck his ***.
Jesus Christ.
Carla... easy, easy, easy.
I'm sorry.
Sorry.
All right.
I'm not doing it.
I'm not doing it.
I'm not doing it!
Get back in bed.
You wanna kill me?
Do it.
Go ahead.
But I'm not gonna let you
humillate her. Neither her nor me.
So, go ahead, come on, shoot.
Go ahead, Carla.
No. Go ahead. Come on.
Come on, do it.
Yeah, do it! Do it!
I'm sorry, I just
wanted to go out watching
you do your thing.
No, no, no, no!
Oh...! No!
No, no, no...
Sweet mother of God,
forgive her.
Forgive her and
take her with you.
Take her in your arms
and take her away.
She called you
"sweet brother."
Who was she?
She was just...
a half sister.
I found her down in Berdoo.
Put her in rehab, got
her on the right meds.
Carla was the one
that helped me.
She helped me turn legit.
Guess she was in love with you.
Yeah.
And the sister thing
made that a little messy.
Yeah.
Yeah, I can see that.
Okay, so all this stuff
with you stirred it up, and,
uh... she stopped
taking her meds, huh?
Oh, man.
I'm sorry.
Oh.
I don't... I don't know.
I don't know what to do here.
No cops.
Only complicates ***.
She have any other family?
No, no, no f... No family.
All right, then
we do it off the books.
Yeah.
Yeah, okay.
All right, now, go
and... you make sure your other
girls are in one piece.
I'll take care of her.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Come on.
It's gonna be okay.
- Thank you.
- Yeah.
Hmm.
Hi, this is Wayne,
you know what to do.
Hope you're happy, ***.
Hey, *** bag.
***! Oh.
Don't!
Remember me?
I keep my promises.
Get out of my house!
Let's tie this prick up.
Come here, you prick.
Let's go!
This one's a problem.
No, she's not.
The hell you doing?
Jesus Christ, Tig.
She's collateral damage.
Ope's ***.
Yeah. What about him?
Find a pipe.
I told the guard,
I don't need med care.
I know.
My name is Tara Knowles, Otto.
My husband is Jax Teller.
I remember you.
The Feds won't
let the club see you.
I volunteered here because I
have some things I
need to tell you.
Things?
The club didn't betray you.
What Bobby told you
was the truth.
Yeah?
- Otto...
- No, I'm done with this ***.
What happened to
Bobby is on Bobby.
I'm dead soon, Doc.
Just leave me alone.
Bobby got out.
Feds have stalled
the RICO case.
Jax and Bobby are the only
ones who know about it.
Feds need you, Otto.
Your execution stalls
with the case.
It could be years.
Jax knows you're angry, but the
club needs you to reverse
your testimony.
This RICO case will kill SAMCRO.
Anything you want, anything you
need, they'll try and
make it happen.
Uh.
And they're gonna do
that through you?
Yes.
Get on your knees.
What?
You said anything I want, so...
get on your knees.
I'm not going to do that.
Me, either.
No more visits, Doc.
Do not make me do
something horrible.
Jesus Christ.
You know why she did this?
Not really.
You and Nero?
Was he here?
That doesn't matter.
Yeah, you're right.
Look, I'm sorry.
I, uh...
I didn't know who else to call.
I don't want the club to know.
It's been a little rough
with me and Tara.
Jax, too.
I-I just don't want
him to find out.
No, no, I get it.
Um...
I'm gonna need a little help.
I trust Juice.
He won't say anything.
Okay.
Uh, I'm supposed to, um, go
see the kids in day care.
No, go ahead.
I'll handle this.
You sure?
Thanks.
Hey, you mind if I, uh,
come by later, check in on you?
I can do a sweep for
crazy ***.
Yeah, you can come by.
No pipe, but I found these.
Small world.
Yeah, it is.
Take his gag off.
Anyone figures out
this was you guys,
you know what
happens next time you're inside?
You wager how long it
takes to kill one of us?
Please.
I'm sorry about your friend.
I was told to do it.
It wasn't my call.
Don't pass the buck, man.
That's weak.
I want to hear how
sorry you are.
I am sorry.
Oh, God.
I'm sorry.
Please.
I'll do anything you want.
Help anyone inside.
Please!
I'm still not feeling it.
We doing this?
I got this.
Jackie.
Jackie.
Come on.
Come on.
It's done.
I figured I'd drop the
bodies in Chigger Woods.
Aye, good, but
you'll need Happy.
And Phil.
They get hikers up
through there.
You got to put 'em in deep.
I will.
Hey.
You okay?
Yeah.
I am.
That was really good for me.
Hey.
Up high.
Down low.
Oh, up too slow.
Up high. There you go.
Uh, down low.
Hey.
- Hi.
- Hi.
You.
Thomas asleep?
He went down
right after he ate.
How did your meetings go?
Oh. Boring.
Pointless, actually.
Yeah.
That kind of day.
Mm.
Well, I got someone,
uh, cleaning rugs at the house.
- See you.
- Bye.
Hey, bye, babe.
Good to see you.
See you later.
Thanks for doing this.
Yeah, anytime.
Settled your score?
Yeah.
And you still think I'm responsible
for the attacks in Charming?
I don't know.
I'm trying to put together another
scenario that makes sense.
Your deal's a go.
The club and the
cartel signed off.
Good.
Glad it all worked out.
Next mule is in a week.
We'll start then.
Look inside.
Close the door.
These attacks...
friends, family, now cops.
All that blowback
lands in your lap.
Somebody's trying
to compromise you.
So trust no one.
Loyalty has contingencies.
Look, you know what happens
if I take a bullet?
Yeah.
Your hit squad
settles the score.
Independent
security contractors.
First one who kills my killer
gets five million dollars.
Fear protects me.
Greed ensures it.
Well, the next time I
have a spare five mill,
I'll hire myself some assassins.
You don't need money, Jackson.
Just the ability to
see the inevitable.
Have a good night.
Hey, I tried calling you.
Oh, yeah?
What do you need now?
Nothing.
I was just, uh, I was
just checking in.
I guess you heard about Rita?
Yeah.
Crazy ***.
That it is.
I got to... check on Eli.
Where's he land with this?
He lands with a dead wife.
Hey.
What's going on with you?
This Nero guy...
what the hell is it?
He's a friend.
I see.
A friend.
Am I a friend, Gemma?
Yeah.
Same kind of friend?
Oh, Christ.
I can't do this right now.
And when should
we do this, Gemma? Huh?
Next time you kiss me?
Look, I'm sorry, Wayne.
I love you, sweetheart.
But you got to trust me, if
we hooked up right now,
it would just ruin us.
There ain't no us, Gemma.
And you got no friends.
You just got people that
would do *** for you.
And then you throw the poor
suckers a smile and a promise
to keep 'em coming back.
All right.
I get it.
You're pissed.
It ain't just me.
Open your eyes, mother.
Everybody knows who you are.
Jax and Tara, they ain't ever
gonna let you do to...
to their family what you did
to JT and your own boys.
You better wrap your
head around that fact.
'Cause you're gonna die alone.
Just like me.
Pull over!
I said, pull over!
- Bobby!
- Bobby!
Bobby.
You good?
- What the hell...
- Yes.
- Eli.
- Oh, you!
What is your problem,
you doony ***.
Oh, nice.
Really? Come on here.
Help me bend these bars back.
That was some outlaw ***, man.
I'm sorry about your wife.
It's tied to you guys.
I know it is.
Look, man, no one wants these
attacks to end more than me.
If SAMCRO takes the heat, all
of this *** lands in my lap.
Well, you reap what you sow.
I'm gonna crush your club.
I just had a conversation
with Damon Pope.
He assures me these
attacks aren't him.
Which means we ain't the cause.
Now why would you be
sitting down with Pope?
Let's just say we've
reached an understanding.
One that stops getting
people killed.
Why don't we consider
the same thing?
Help each other find these scumbags
that are *** on our town.
First Unser, now the MC.
Just a few brothers
working together.
I can't imagine how much
pain you're in right now,
but we ain't the cause.
Please let me know
if I can help.
And don't do this again.
Hey, Gemma?
Gemma?
She ain't here.
Okay.
Well, you see her, uh...
tell her I came by.
I cleaned things up.
Your girl...
she's being cremated.
I'll get you the ashes, you want
to do something with them.
Yeah.
I appreciate that.
This thing... with Gemma...
is it going anywhere?
Come on, man.
I'm not gonna answer that.
Man to man, just tell me.
I don't know.
That's the truth.
Hey.
Hi.
Did you get my messages?
Yeah, I'm sorry.
I had to rush home
for the boys.
How'd it go?
Did you see Otto?
No.
I put in a request, but
they were backlogged.
I'm back next week.
Babe, you don't
have to do this.
I'm the only
way to get to Otto.
I can do this.
I promise.
We know you can, darling.
How was Oakland?
Fine.
We're working things
out with Pope.
He's not behind these attacks.
Otherwise, it's a
pretty quiet day.
Yep. Real quiet.
That's nice for a change.
Yeah. I'm gonna kiss
the boys good night.
Then we got to close
up the garage.
Okay.
Hey...
Let's go up to the cabin
for a couple of days.
Decompress.
Yeah.
Um, I have some
things tomorrow,
but after that I'm, I'm good.
All right. Let's go
tomorrow then, after work.
What about the boys?
Bring them with us?
Just the two of us.
Who's gonna watch them?
Mind if I have seat?
Mind if I don't give a ***?
My therapist
warned me about this.
My insatiable attraction
to older, abusive women.
Who's your mommy?
Exactly.
Can I buy you a drink... mom?
Why not?
You need anything?
I'm fine.
You did good today, Juicy.
Thanks.
Night.
Night.
Sorry, man.
- We didn't know that she was...
- Idiots!
You weren't supposed
to kill her!
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