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Previously on
Sons of Anarchy...
KOZIK: I was hoping to jump
to a smaller charter.
You thinking about
coming back to Charming?
Yeah.
That ends on Tig,
brother.
(people screaming, gunfire)
Get down.
BOBBY: Calaveras are a Mayan
puppet club.
What the hell are they doing,
proxying a retaliation?
JAX: What if the attack was
initiation?
CLAY: Why are you doing Mayan
*** work, ese?
(grunts)
I don't recognize your ***
MC.
JUICE: Salazar and 2CL jumped
me in Chicken Man's van, took my
cut.
SALAZAR: You tell Clay my
*** MC's got some reach,
huh?
UNSER: This town needs
Charming PD.
JACOB: Yes, it does.
GEMMA: Could you connect me
to Agent Stahl?
I got a line on a fugitive.
MAUREEN: It's Maureen Ashby.
Cammy Hayes took your grandson.
GEMMA: What?
MAUREEN: Abel's in Belfast.
(Gemma gasping)
TYLER: What the hell is he
doing here?
STAHL: I'm handling it.
Please go back to bed.
JAX: I'll handle it for Jimmy
O'Phelon.
STAHL: What do you want?
JAX: My son, my mother and
my club.
MC's got a bail hearing
tomorrow.
You need to slow that down.
STAHL: And I'm supposed to
just trust you, huh?
JAX: Hey, my club finds out,
I'm dead.
STAHL: And what makes you
think that I would actually
believe that the prince would
turn rat?
JAX: Luke Moran, Jimmy's
number two.
BOBBY: Yeah, thanks.
Yeah.
The ten grand we sent Serg's guy
in Vancouver?
It's gone.
Guess mercenaries aren't real
big on refunds.
CHIBS: And the money we made
on the roids was in the bag the
Mexicans took from idiot.
(glass shatters)
BOBBY: We're tapped.
We have a very expensive
excursion in front of us.
JAX: What about the other
drugs?
JUICE: No street value.
Black market scrips.
We need a way into the clinics.
CLAY: When we blow off that
bail hearing this afternoon,
we're underground.
It's gonna be a little hard to
earn.
You think maybe Tara can help us
move those scrips?
JAX: That's not gonna happen.
TIG: I don't see any other
way, Jax.
JAX: I said no.
CLAY: She's your old lady...
JAX: I don't care!
OPIE: Hey, where we at with
the Mayans?
TIG: Based on that delivery
schedule, that dope shipment's
set to leave for Stockton today
at 1:00.
PINEY: Now, that route from
Lodi to Stockton is all main
roads and highways.
No place off the grid to take
it down.
JAX: Then let's get
creative.
They're trying to stay under
the radar, right?
Means there won't be too many
bodies.
CLAY: What time is the meet
set with Alvarez?
TIG: 3:00.
I left word for him at his
warehouse.
Hopefully he'll show.
CLAY:. We *** up his
***, he'll show.
We got a vote to get out.
KOZIK: Hey, what's up,
Chibby?
Got my transfer letter.
CLAY: Oh, good.
All right, we got the prospects
and Happy inside.
Let's get it done.
KOZIK: Hey, give me a minute?
Look, man, I know...
I know...
TIG: What? What do you know?
KOZIK: I'm not expecting you
to be okay with this.
TIG: Good.
KOZIK: I can be an asset to
the charter.
All right?
I'm just asking you to give me
a chance.
TIG: You done?
KOZIK: Yeah.
PINEY: Yea.
JUICE: Yea.
BOBBY: Yea.
JAX: Yup.
CLAY: Bring 'em in.
(gavel bangs)
TIG: Come on.
CHIBS: Well, boys...
The easy part is... over.
SHEPARD: I get it, man--
JAX: Shut up!
You don't say anything unless a
member tells you to.
TIG: Prospect period ends
minimum one year today.
BOBBY: Dues are 75 bucks a
month, due on the first.
CLAY: Welcome.
Don't get yourself killed.
OPIE: And get the hell out
of here.
ALL: Shut the door!
(all laughing)
CLAY: I got two requests
for transfer, one from Tacoma,
one from the nomads.
Kozik and Happy both want to be
a part of SAMCRO.
Just want to say, for me, both
these guys would make welcome
additions.
And to be honest, we need you.
So... let's vote it.
Happy? Yea.
TIG: Yea.
CHIBS: Aye.
OPIE: Yea.
PINEY: Yes.
JUICE: Yea.
BOBBY: Yeah.
JAX: Yeah!
(all laughing)
(gavel bangs)
CLAY: Kozik, yea.
TIG: Nay.
(Jax sighs)
CLAY: Jesus Christ.
Really?
TIG: I don't trust him, man.
HAPPY: Yeah!
TIG: Come on, come on, come
on, come on.
Thank you.
PINEY: Happy.
BOBBY: Look what I got.
Look what I got.
Eh...
Welcome, brother.
Welcome.
CLAY: Sorry, man.
I thought he was on board.
JAX: Whatever.
CLAY: You stick around, you
understand?
JAX: Yeah.
Tig just wants you to know how
big his *** is.
We'll vote again in a couple
weeks.
You'll be SAMCRO.
KOZIK: Yeah?
I'm gonna start the healing.
(Tig groans)
JAX: Oh!
TIG: You son of a ***.
KOZIK: No fun getting
suckerpunched, is it?
TIG: No, it's not!
(men shouting indistinctly)
PHIL: Should we do anything?
JAX: Yeah.
Get some brooms.
There'll be a lot of *** to
clean up.
BOBBY: Boys!
HAPPY: Don't dance, hit him!
(men shouting)
♪ Riding through this world
All alone
♪ God takes your soul
You're on your own
♪ The crow flies straight
A perfect line
♪ On the devil's bed
Until you die
♪ Gotta look this life
In the eye. ♪
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CLAY: Bail hearing's at 5:00.
GEMMA: Where do you drop out?
CLAY: Not sure.
I'm hoping Unser can help.
Just need a few days.
Figure out a way to Belfast.
GEMMA: Can you go
commercial, fake passports?
CLAY: No.
We'll be fugitives with photos
on file.
(tinkling)
I'm gonna reach out to Oswald.
(toilet flushes)
(door opens)
LOWEN: Good morning.
Everything okay?
GEMMA: Yeah.
I get lonely.
(Lowen laughs)
CLAY: They doing this
interview now?
LOWEN: Soon.
I spent all night wrestling
with the U.S. Attorney's office.
They've agreed to take the
death penalty off the table if
you plead guilty to the two
murders.
GEMMA: Visitation?
LOWEN: One thing at a time.
CLAY: Jesus.
GEMMA: Okay.
LOWEN: I just talked to
Lowen.
She said our bail hearing's
still on the Sanwa docket.
STAHL: My super was
impressed with Luke.
Put me back on the Irish.
Limited basis.
JAX: You're welcome.
STAHL: I've convinced him
that I need SAMCRO out of
jail right now, but getting
through to county is going to
involve a lot of favors.
JAX: Not my problem.
STAHL: No.
But this is.
It's Gemma's statement about
what happened with Polly and
Edmond at the safehouse.
JAX: Wait a minute.
This...
I don't get it.
STAHL: You don't have to.
Just make sure that your mother
feeds the details back to us.
If you want her clear of the
homicide, get her on board.
JAX: Okay.
STAHL: I'll make sure that we
keep you out of jail for a
couple more weeks.
CLAY: What did Stahl want?
JAX: More demands.
What?
CLAY: What the hell is going
on with Tara?
(sighs)
JAX: I don't know.
She's a surgeon, Clay.
She's in that room saving lives
every day.
CLAY: And your point?
JAX: Well, that's the
opposite of everything I am.
CLAY: Aah, that's your guilt
talking.
JAX: I don't know.
Maybe.
CLAY: She's just a chick.
Don't complicate it.
You got to make a decision, son.
She's either in or out.
JAX: I know.
CLAY: But if she's out...
you don't let that hammer fall
until she moves those scrips
for us.
We don't get that cash, we don't
get your son.
TARA: What's going on?
This about Gemma?
JAX: No.
I need to ask you for a favor.
TARA: Okay.
>> JAX: The club came into some
prescription drugs.
Mostly *** stuff.
I was wondering if you know a
clinic that might need it.
TARA: Black market?
AX: I just need a name.
TARA: Yeah, you're gonna need
more than that.
(Tara sighs)
I know where to take it.
JAX: You're not taking it
anywhere.
TARA: They're medical
professionals, Jax.
They're not gonna buy drugs
from a biker.
I know the money is to get you
guys to Belfast.
Let me help?
(gunshot)
♪ ♪
(man speaking Spanish)
(speaking Spanish)
PINEY: Looks like you fellas
need some help?
Tire blew.
KOZIK: Doing construction up
ahead.
You probably picked up a bolt.
We've been making runs out here
all week.
PINEY: Looks like you're
gonna need a new rim.
There's a tire shop up off of
Mills.
I can hook you up and pull you
in.
40 bucks.
No skin off my nose.
KOZIK: Just handle it soon.
The cops'll tow you after three.
All right.
(speaking Spanish)
My guy's gonna ride with you.
KOZIK: All right, man.
Yeah.
KOZIK: Back it up.
GEMMA: What the hell is this?
JAX: It's your statement for
the Feds.
GEMMA: Where did you get
this?
Who wrote it?
JAX: I can't tell you that.
Not yet.
This is what happened at the
safe house.
Point for point.
GEMMA: This is from Stahl,
isn't it?
What did you do?
JAX: I'm protecting my club
and my family.
GEMMA: Do not get in bed with
this ***.
JAX: This is not up for
discussion.
You hear me?
Right now, you're not my mother.
You're just a member's old lady.
And I am telling you-- this is
what you need to do to protect
SAMCRO.
GEMMA: Jackson, we...
JAX: Mom, you need to trust
me.
And this has to be our secret.
♪ ♪
(tires squealing)
♪ ♪
Hey, where the hell are you
going?
KOZIK: A shortcut.
(groans)
Oh, ***!
(indistinct yelling, gunfire)
Get in.
OPIE: Think I found the
prize...
TIG: Juice, pop the others.
JUICE: Got it.
Mm-hmm.
BOBBY (laughing): Oh, look at
that.
That'll get rid of some stains.
Good work, boys.
(sighs)
CLAY: Never got to formally
express my condolences.
Hale was a pain in the ***, but
that's a bad way to go.
UNSER: Yeah.
CLAY: You and me-- we've been
through a lot together, Wayne.
We made a deal.
Keep the blood out of our
backyard.
Well...
lately, I ain't been holding up
my end.
Half-Sack getting killed,
drive-by outside of Dubrowski's.
I just want to let you know that
the weight of that ain't been
lost on me, and...
I ain't ever gonna ever let that
happen again.
UNSER: I wish I could believe
that, Clay.
Truth is, I feel closer to
SAMCRO than I do most folks in
this house.
CLAY: Yeah.
I know.
We, uh, got a line on where Abel
is.
Belfast.
We're gonna go get him.
UNSER: Well, you have a bail
hearing in three hours.
Is that what this is about?
This mea culpa? Huh?
You need a favor?
CLAY: No.
Yeah.
I need a favor.
(Unser sighs)
But everything I've been saying
to you is the truth.
UNSER: The compromises I
make, associations I have--
at the end of the day, the thing
that allows me to sleep is
knowing that I'm keeping
Charming safe.
And I ain't been sleeping much
lately, Clay.
Me, neither.
I cannot help you go
AWOL.
And I wish that didn't make me
feel as bad as it does.
I spotted Polly at the
grocery store, followed her to
that house.
And why were you
following her, ma'am?
I was *** two months
ago.
She was part of it.
I don't really know why I
followed her.
Instinctual, I guess.
Did you report the
assault?
(whispering)
No.
I knew the kind of damage it
would do to my family.
Didn't want them to know.
WRIGHT: Okay.
Continue.
GEMMA: Walked into the house.
I saw Polly in the doorway of
the back room.
She had a gun.
Took mine out.
That's when I saw the Irish kid,
laying on the ground.
Dead.
STAHL: It's a lie.
WRIGHT: This is a deposition,
not an interrogation, Agent.
You're here as a courtesy.
GEMMA: Polly spotted me and
turned her gun.
I shot first.
Kill or be killed.
WRIGHT: Then what?
GEMMA: Then I just sat on the
couch.
Kind of in shock, really.
Never killed anybody before.
Then this ATF agent walked out
of the back room.
She'd been hiding there the
whole time.
My guess?
She's the one who killed Edmond.
Put the dirty kill on me.
STAHL: You're a liar.
LOWEN: We're not asking you
to make guesses, Gemma.
WRIGHT: Can you identify the
agent?
GEMMA: Yeah.
She's in this room.
WRIGHT: Agent Stahl?
GEMMA: No.
It was her.
WRIGHT: Agent Tyler?
ALVAREZ: What is this, Clay?
CLAY: We know you're patching
over the Calaveras.
JAX: Cutting and bagging
*** at the janitorial supply
house, piping it to Stockton.
ALVAREZ: If you're here to
declare war, consider it already
on.
>> CLAY: We're tired of getting
bloody.
Your attack at the wake, our
attack at Zobelle's getaway.
Why don't we just call it even?
Too much history to
be even, Clay.
That's my point.
We've been doing this too long,
Marcus.
Nobody ever wins.
Get to the point,
ese.
I think that you lost
something.
ALVAREZ: You stupid little
***!
(men speaking Spanish)
CLAY: Moving high-risk cargo
is tricky.
Things tend to get lost in
transit.
However, if it comes across our
borders again, we can guarantee
safe passage to Stockton.
JAX: And that's why you're
patching over these idiots,
right?
So *** like this don't happen.
We got a better idea.
Our brothers in Lodi are more
capable, and with our support,
your new enterprise is
protected.
CLAY: We're trying to make
peace here.
>> ALVAREZ: And how much is
peace gonna cost me, Clay?
CLAY: I'll let the ***
negotiate their own fee.
For us, just a toll.
25K a run.
JAX: We'll consider this the
first run.
ALVAREZ: Last time we made a
deal, I lost my son.
Yeah, and you tried to
assassinate me.
It's what we do.
It ain't personal.
It's just about the cash.
This is the best play for both
of us.
(whispering)
Okay.
Means no Mayan charter
in Lodi.
***.
None of these *** would have
made the cut anyhow.
This is ***,
Alvarez.
You can't...
(Alvarez speaking Spanish)
(Salazar groaning)
I need one more
thing.
There's a rat up at St. Thomas.
Testifies at the end of the
week.
JAX: Pozo.
ALVAREZ: Yeah.
You handle that, and we're good.
CLAY: Handled.
I'm glad we found your
merchandise.
ALVAREZ: Hey, I think you
lost something, too.
TIG: You get this, huh?
ALVAREZ: How could you let
those *** take your cut,
ese?
An embarrassment to Latinos
everywhere.
(laughter)
SALAZAR: Just gonna bow to
these ***, huh?
JAX: Hey, hey, hey, you mind?
What's up, home boy?
Make this right.
JUICE: Yeah.
(grunting)
(Salazar groaning)
TYLER: What the hell was
that?
Why did she finger me?
STAHL: She couldn't help
herself.
And she's got too much hate for
the law to make a deal.
She was too afraid to put the
lie on me, so she saw you
standing there, and she
decided to...
Uh, all right, look, okay, we
have proof, all right?
We've got fingerprints on the
guns and motive.
It...
Look, all right, this is all
smoke, baby, okay?
I promise.
All right?
Come on.
GEMMA: Okay, baby.
Love you.
(Lowen sighs)
LOWEN: You want to explain to
me why you sabotaged your deal?
GEMMA: I had a change of
heart.
LOWEN: The U.S. Attorney's
office is furious.
I don't know what to do here,
Gemma.
GEMMA: Yeah. Sorry.
I got to get out of this room
for a while.
Could you just ask my
baby-sitter out there if we can
take an escorted therapy stroll?
Then I'll fill you in on what's
going on, I promise.
(sighs)
(groans)
(indistinct P.A. announcement)
(sighs)
TARA: Why don't we go out
back so you can see for
yourself?
Jax is right down the hall.
(grunts)
JAX: Hey. How you doing?
TARA: This is Dr. Percy.
This is Jax.
(indistinct chatter)
Are we next?
TARA: Expiration's good.
These are all Alcott Labs,
Jerry.
Nothing's generic.
DR. PERCY: These are great.
(pills rattling in bottle)
JAX: We'll need the money by
the end of the day.
PERCY: I'm not sure if I can
get it all.
Still counting money.
Lot of red tape.
JAX: Take it.
Get us what you can.
PERCY: Thank you.
DARBY: Son of a ***.
SAMCRO's in the drug business.
Warm that up for you?
There you go.
All right.
(indistinct chatter)
(Darby sighs)
DARBY: How's that pie?
JACOB: Fresh.
What do you want, Darby?
DARBY: I think you might be
interested in what I have to
say.
JACOB: Oh, I can't wait.
DARBY: Saw Jax Teller and his
doctor girlfriend at the
Kettleman Clinic.
They were moving illegal scrips.
JACOB: And how do you know
they were illegal?
DARBY: I know an illegal drug
buy when I see one.
JACOB: The Sons are in the
dope business?
DARBY: It would appear that
way.
They probably got a garage full
of oxy.
JACOB: And why are you
sharing this with me and my pie?
DARBY: 'Cause I want these
*** to suffer.
The cops in this town are in
Clay's pocket, and after what
happened to your little brother,
I'd think that you'd have an ax
to grind with the Sons, too.
JACOB: You want me to get rid
of your competition.
DARBY: Nah, I ain't in the
game anymore.
Nords are done, and almost
getting burned to death tends to
make one rethink one's
priorities.
JACOB: Revenge isn't exactly
taking the high road.
DARBY: Well, just 'cause I
ain't dirty doesn't mean that
I'm a saint.
You got the information.
You do what you want.
EGLEE: Yeah, I'll...
Okay, I'll tell him.
That was Sanwa Sheriffs.
Planning a raid on the Son's
clubhouse.
Want us to assist.
(overlapping chatter)
(elevator bell dings)
OPIE: Here to see Gemma.
Um, Mrs. Morrow's not in her
room.
OPIE: Mind if I wait?
Sure.
(alarm ringing)
(indistinct PA announcement)
(Chucky whooping)
Is this real?
I don't know.
(Chucky whooping)
Hey, I know that son of a
***.
(Chucky laughing)
(Chucky whoops)
(rhythmic beeping)
(alarm ringing in distance)
(grunts)
KOZIK: Come on, come on, get
the cyanide.
TIG: I can't find it.
POZO: (muffled screaming)
KOZIK: Are you kidding me?
TIG: ***.
(Pozo groans)
KOZIK: Ow!
(grunting)
TIG: Jesus Christ.
What the hell are you doing,
man?
We can't hurt this guy.
KOZIK: Just do it.
(rhythmic beeping)
(panting)
OPIE: Hey, uh, what did he
do?
You know this guy?
OPIE: Yeah, sort of.
Well, he's sort of under
arrest for reckless endangerment
and making a false report.
OPIE: Idiot.
(indistinct PA announcement)
TIG: Brains before bullets,
***!
KOZIK: Really?
TIG: You slammed the side of
his head.
Wham!
Okay, now if they see that,
that's going to point to
homicide.
KOZIK: And cyanide won't?
TIG: His heart stopped.
Could be for a hundred reasons.
I mean, even if they do an
autopsy, it'll take days.
We'll be long gone.
KOZIK: Well, if you didn't
let the little *** clock you,
this never would have happened,
right?
(men shouting indistinctly)
Yeah!
CLAY: Enough. Enough!
You blocked the only camera.
There's no witnesses or prints.
We're all right.
MAN: Sanwa County Sheriff!
Everybody get down, down!
Sheriff's department!
Get on the ground!
(indistinct shouting)
Get down.
Down, down, down!
EGLEE: Sorry.
Check them for weapons.
♪ ♪
SHERIFF: Clubhouse and garage
are all clean.
No pharmaceuticals.
JAX: This ain't about Pozo.
This is search and seizure.
BOBBY: They're looking for
scrips.
JUICE: How the hell do they
know?
(cell phone rings)
(phone beeps on)
CLAY: This is ***.
(horn honks)
CLAY: We were face-to-face a
couple hours ago.
You can't throw me a hint this
***'s gonna go down?
UNSER: I didn't know.
It happened fast.
CLAY: Yeah.
It sure did.
Cancer boy?
Dead to us.
TIG: Clay, Gem just called.
Oswald's on his way now.
CLAY: Call our friend.
We got a half an hour to pull
this *** off.
LYLA: What were all the cops
here for?
OPIE: Ah, they're just
rattling our cages.
What's she doing with you?
(Lyla sighs)
LYLA: Gave her a lift on my
way to pick up the kids.
I need the Caddy.
IMA: This is probably a bad
time, but I was hoping to get
that lift home.
JAX: You're right, it is a
bad time.
(engine starts)
(engine starts)
CLAY: What's going on?
GUARD: A Mexican guy died.
Some kind of seizure.
CLAY: Huh...
LOWEN: I spoke to the
Sanwa D.A.
The bail hearing's been pushed
ten days.
CLAY: You're kidding.
LOWEN: Mm-mmm.
CLAY: What happened?
LOWEN: Backlog of bad guys, I
guess.
See you, then.
Good night, gentlemen.
JAX: Good night.
CLAY: Thank you.
JAX: I'll wait for our
friend.
GEMMA: This is about my
grandson, Elliot.
We know where he is.
Belfast.
OSWALD: I thought Jax said
he was in Vancouver.
How do you know he's in Ireland?
CLAY: Club has a charter in
Belfast.
(Oswald sighs)
GEMMA: We just need you to
hear us out.
OSWALD: Look, I'm sorry about
Abel.
I really am.
But if I got a shot against
Hale, I can't be associated with
SAMCRO.
CLAY: Not gonna be any more
blood in Charming.
Our beef with the Mexicans?
Put away.
Pretty soon people are going
to forget about the drive-by,
and it's going to be business as
usual.
GEMMA: We need your help.
CLAY: Your, uh... forestry
equipment, how do you get it
overseas?
OSWALD: I run cargo jets out
of Stockton.
Why?
Oh.
You want passage to Belfast.
(sighs)
GEMMA: Just found out the
bail hearing's been pushed.
Your bond won't be at risk.
CLAY: Gives us a little bit
more than a week to find our
grandson.
JAX: Our friend's here.
CLAY: Come on.
Elliot Oswald, Marcus Alvarez:
Founding member, Mayan
Motorcycle Club.
OSWALD: What's this about?
JAX: Proof that the violence
is over.
ALVAREZ: We've come to an
understanding.
Sons and Mayans, we're good.
No more bloodshed.
I promise.
Paying the toll.
I hope you find your boy, huh?
(Oswald sighs)
OSWALD: I got a cargo heading
to Manchester, U.K. tomorrow.
Taking off out of Stockton
Metro, 6:00 p.m. sharp, not a
minute later.
We can, um...
We'll work out the details in
the morning.
CLAY: Thank you.
OSWALD: You're welcome.
Good luck.
(door opens and closes)
TARA: What is it?
JAX: Sheriffs raided the
clubhouse, looking for illegal
scrips.
TARA: Oh, my God.
How did they know?
JAX: (laughs sharply)
You tell me.
TARA: What the hell does
that mean?
JAX: You told me we could
trust that doctor.
TARA: He wouldn't say
anything.
JAX: Well, someone did.
(Tara sighs)
JAX: I get caught, I can
do the years.
But you?
Narc raps are real time.
Your medical career would be
over.
Do you get that?
TARA: You asked me for help.
This isn't my fault.
JAX: I know.
I know.
It's mine.
I'm done.
♪ Between the church
And the river
My love waits for me
♪ To stand and deliver
Every promise
That I've ever made
♪ I want to keep them now
And I am not afraid
And I won't let you go
♪ I won't let you go
I won't let you go
Oh, no
♪ Oh, no
Oh, no
Oh, baby, no
♪ Baby, no
Oh, no. ♪
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