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TARA: Previously on Sons
of Anarchy...
GAALAN: When Clay is back at
the table, we can
discuss the deal.
The only way this deal happens
is if he's runnin' it.
GEMMA: - You...
EMMA JEAN: - What's going on?
CARLA: Your little tantrum
got us all locked up.
Someone reported prostitution.
NERO: Eviction notice.
You really want to help?
Save the chick your mom almost
killed before my guys
finish the job.
FIASCO: - I want a thumb. And a ***.
JAX: - Okay.
Call Skeeter.
See who he's burning.
NERO: Cara Cara?
JAX: There's an old Elks Lodge.
It's the perfect location.
I'll cover all the
new start-up costs.
Then we split
everything, 50/50.
My mom.
I can't mix business
and family.
You gotta stay clear of Gemma.
NERO: Okay.
UNSER: Wondering if you found
any pattern to these break-ins.
The beat-down was
obligatory, not angry.
JAX: I think Opie's been looking
for a way out since Donna died.
He went out a warrior.
JAX: It's hard not to hate.
People, things, institutions.
When they break your spirit and
take pleasure in watching you bleed...
hate is the only
feeling that makes sense.
But I know what hate
does to a man.
Tears him apart.
Turns him into
something he's not.
Something he promised
himself he'd never become.
That's what I need to tell you.
To let you know how hard I'm
trying not to cave under the
weight of all the awful
things I feel in my heart.
Sometimes my life feels like
a deadly balancing act.
What I feel slamming up
against what I should do.
Impulsive reactions racing to
solutions, miles
ahead of my brain.
When I look at my
day, I realize
that most of it was spent
cleaning up the damage of the
day before.
In that life, I have no future.
All I have is distraction
and remorse.
I buried my best friend three
days ago, and as cliché as this
sounds, I left a part
of me in that box.
A part I barely knew.
A part I'll never see again.
Every day is a new box, boys.
You open it, you take a
look at what's inside.
You're the one who
determines if
it's a gift or a coffin.
(knock on door)
BOBBY: Ready to do this?
JAX: Yeah.
BOBBY: Ah, yeah.
JAX: Mr. Mayor.
Do you mind if we join you?
(Jacob sighs)
JACOB: I was just reading an
article on these, uh,
home invasion attacks.
People are very scared.
JAX: Mm.
I don't blame them.
JACOB: Most think it's tied
to the, uh, "criminal element"
here in Charming.
BOBBY: The city council?
JACOB: What do you want from me?
JAX: There is a commercial
building you own, out on
Castle Road, Morada border.
JACOB: Old Elks Lodge.
JAX: That's right.
We know it's been vacant
for over a year.
JAX: We'd like to lease it.
JACOB: Automotive?
CHIBS: Not exactly.
JAX: Escort service.
(Jacob laughs)
JACOB: You're kidding me?
You-you-you think I'm going to
let you set up a prostitution
ring in one of my properties?
BOBBY: Very legit.
JACOB: Mm.
BOBBY: Our partner has all
the permits and licenses.
JACOB: Good for him.
And there are lots of other
"very legit" properties to rent.
JAX: We like being in business
with people we know.
JACOB: Forget it.
Never gonna happen.
JAX: It's unfortunate
about Charming Heights.
Minutes from the last six
city council meetings.
It's not looking good for
your dream project.
First you lost your investors,
now there's a motion before
council to revert the land
back to agriculture.
It's all gonna go away.
That vote happens soon, right?
JACOB: Next week.
JAX: Well, according to the
preliminaries, you're gonna be
one vote shy of holding
onto that land.
JACOB: I have poured my
life's blood into this project,
and I'm not gonna let
you sabotage it.
JAX: You're missing the
point here, Mayor.
I know how important
Charming Heights is to you.
To this town.
We're gonna make your
dream come true.
I'll be in touch.
♪ 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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JAX: All right.
Meeting's all set with
Gaalan and the cartel.
Finally get this big
gun deal locked down.
Make green and brown happy.
CLAY: It's currently
black that concerns me.
FRANKIE: Everyone else, too.
People putting this home
invasion *** on the club.
GOGO: Yeah, locals are
very skittish, man.
JAX: We can't control
what people think.
Charming's love and hate
swings back and forth on us.
It always has.
CLAY: Be aware, son.
As long as these attacks keep
happening, that
hate swings that
far out...
may never get the love back.
TIG: You guys are
all full of ***.
Town knows these attacks
are not on us.
- That's right.
- It's true.
FRANKIE: You calling
us liars, Tiggy?
TIG: - Well...
CHIBS: - No, no, what he's saying is...
TIG: - Well...
CHIBS: - ...you, you, and you
don't know *** about our town.
GREG: Knows Roosevelt's
gonna be up our ***.
JAX: I'm sitting down with
Pope as soon as
he's back in town.
If it's black, it'll stop.
End of discussion.
CHIBS: It ain't the attacks we
should be worried about, boys.
It's the coke mule.
We gotta figure out
that endgame.
JAX: He's right.
FRANKIE: So you want out?
CHIBS: I want to stay alive.
We're down three brothers
since this started.
TIG: Maybe you forgot about
that little truck-burning
incident happened out on 108?
JAX: Look, business with the
cartel does bring
in a lot of cash.
But it also brings in
a lot of heat, man.
We voted this in knowing
it would be short-term.
I'm also looking for
other ways to earn.
Steady cash without the risk.
BOBBY: It's pink, wet,
tastes like sunshine.
HAPPY: ***.
TIG: Or-or Italian ice.
I'm okay with both.
(laughing)
JAX: Nero Padilla.
Guy that gave us safe haven
before we went to County.
He's been running a legit
escort service for five years.
Recently got pushed out of
Stockton due to our complication.
He's looking for a new
place to set up shop.
I've made a deal with him.
I'm gonna be his partner.
We'll tap into Cara Cara, add a
little star power to her stable.
CLAY: What's that look
like for the table?
JAX: Right now, I'm fronting
the merger, but I want this
to be a club business.
CLAY: You trust this guy?
JAX: I do.
He's straight up about profit.
PHIL: What kind of money is it?
JAX: It ain't as lucrative
as hauling coke.
But it'll keep us comfortable.
BOBBY: And out of
Fed crosshairs.
JAX: When it's up and
running, take a look.
You guys want in,
we'll vote it.
CLAY: Why wait?
Let's vote it now.
JAX: All right.
Everyone in favor of moving into
the companion business, yea.
TIG: - Yea.
- Yea.
- Yea.
- Yea.
- Yea.
JAX: - Good.
We'll figure out percentages
when I nail *** down with Nero.
BOBBY: Chucky, what are
you cooking in there?
Smells good.
JAX: Thought I'd get
resistance about Diosa.
CLAY: Why?
'Cause your new partner's
bedding my wife?
JAX: That stops.
That's wrong.
CLAY: Yeah, it is.
JAX: Problem?
GEMMA: Not really.
Uh... Just been trying
to contact Nero.
He's not picking
up or returning.
JAX: Don't get attached to that.
He's business, not pleasure.
BALIAN: This is good.
Inflammation on the median
nerve is down considerably.
Much burning or numbness?
TARA: Uh... not so much anymore.
BALIAN: What happened there?
TARA: Oh, I, uh...
banged it up carrying the stroller.
So where am I?
BALIAN: I'm not an optimist,
Tara, but this is much
better than I expected.
TARA: Much better as in I'll
be able to continue surgery?
BALIAN: We can't make that
call yet, but...
I wouldn't rule it out.
TARA: Okay.
BALIAN: We'll put a soft cast
on, and we'll take another
look in six weeks.
TARA: Thank you.
JUICE: Gonna be okay without it?
CLAY: Long as I don't
have to dance.
I'll be fine, Mom.
Gaalan.
(Clay laughs)
GAALAN: Good to see you
up and about, brother.
CLAY: You, too, brother.
GAALAN: How's your
lung holding up?
CLAY: Ah, I gotta cut back
a little bit on the
cigars, but,
uh... I'm still fit for combat.
GAALAN: Aye.
Wasn't aware there
was an election.
CLAY: Well, I figured with me
down, it'd be a good
time to move Jax up.
Nothing changes
with us, though.
GAALAN: I hope that's true.
Our seniority's earned, not
sewn on with cheap thread.
JAX: Hey.
We got some kind of beef,
let's throw it on the table.
GAALAN: Don't be so
sensitive, laddie.
JAX: Grow some balls,
you Irish prick.
You got a problem with me,
you tell me to my face.
GAALAN: All right.
I think you're arrogant,
selfish, and explosive.
Wreckage you caused in Belfast
got a man of God and one of
my dearest friends killed.
JAX: You talking
about the priest?
GAALAN: Aye.
Kellan Ashby took me out
of the streets of Armagh.
Saved my life.
JAX: Right.
Gave you the Catholic
blessing of the blood?
Made you a gangster of Christ?
(Gaalan grunts)
(exclaiming)
JAX: Hey, hey, hey!
GAALAN: - No!
JAX: - That's it!
Now we're making progress.
♪
♪
Take him out, Jax!
- Come on, Jackie boy.
- Come on, come on.
(grunts)
Come on, Jax.
GAALAN: Maybe you do have
some Irish blood
left in you, boy.
JAX: Yeah?
By the time I'm done, yours is
gonna be in a puddle
at your feet.
♪
♪
(grunting)
Put him down.
Put him down, Jax.
GAALAN: Don't want to embarrass
you in front of your
little brown friends.
JAX: They ain't my friends.
But you want to stop, all you
gotta do is lay down, old man.
(grunting)
ROMEO: I didn't know you were
gonna have entertainment.
CLAY: Just a little
Irish discussion.
ROMEO: Should I be worried?
CLAY: Nah.
It'll all end in
Guinness and man-hugs.
Nice!
♪
♪
(clears throat)
ALLEN: Can I help you?
CHUCKY: No, sir, but
I could help you.
To Uncle Fudgie's crazy
delicious fudge.
Iraq.
VA Bill got me money to
open up my own shop.
I'm dropping off free
samples to my neighbors.
ALLEN: I appreciate it,
but I'm a diabetic.
I can't eat that.
CHUCKY: Oh, I'm sorry.
ALLEN: Yeah.
Hey, chief.
Why don't you leave
it for my clients?
CHUCKY: Absolutely!
ALLEN: Mm... mm.
ROMEO: Trust you gentlemen
worked things out.
JAX: Right as rain.
GAALAN: Let's get to it.
LUIS: Whole payment for this
shipment, half down on the next.
ROMEO: We'll haul
these back today.
But we're gonna need a
drop every two weeks.
CLAY: Yeah.
We can make that work.
GAALAN: Us, too.
ROMEO: Good.
Pon toda la droga!
CHIBS (quietly): Uncle
Chucky made the delivery.
GAALAN: Don't you want to
check your hardware first?
ROMEO: I trust you.
GAALAN: I insist.
Open the door.
(Chibs yells)
CHIBS: You filthy Irish pummil!
(Chibs yelling)
It's gone!
HAPPY: Chibs... Chibs.
JAX: Well, now you know
what they can do.
Way to close the deal, brother.
We'll send you the
bill for the bikes.
JAX: How much did he eat?
TIG: How much?
CHUCKY: All of it.
TIG: Chucky and I think he
actually licked the box.
JAX: How long do we have?
JUICE: He's a big boy.
Maybe like four hours?
BOBBY: You sure we
want to do this?
It's a risky bet on
a horse we hate.
JAX: Come on, man.
This is for the long
game, brother.
First bite of the apple's
gotta be tasty.
BOBBY: I hope you're right.
JAX: Okay, boys.
TIG: Come on.
NERO: You lost?
GEMMA: Is it that obvious?
NERO: What are you
doing here, Gemma?
GEMMA: Making sure
you're still alive.
Four days you don't
pick up your phone.
NERO: Been a little busy here.
GEMMA: Where's Carla?
NERO: Hopefully
healing someplace.
GEMMA: Yeah.
Sorry.
NERO: Hey, Carla's
got her demons.
She's a complicated girl.
GEMMA: Yeah, I get that.
She almost got Jax killed.
Tara went a little
medieval on her.
NERO: Oh, that was all
Tara's fault, huh?
GEMMA: No.
No, it was my doing.
Is that why you're
shutting me out?
NERO: Carla shouldn't have
gone behind my back.
Okay?
There's no trust there anymore.
GEMMA: Where you gonna go?
NERO: Talk to your kid, Gemma.
Moving Diosa north.
GEMMA: You getting in
bed with the club?
NERO: Yeah, looks that way.
GEMMA: I guess you'll
be around a lot more.
NERO: Yeah, I guess.
GEMMA: What the hell is this?
If you're pissed, just tell me.
NERO: Hey, I ain't got
time for this ***, okay?
GEMMA: You know, it's been a
while since I've been dumped,
but from what I remember, there
is usually a *** reason.
NERO: Just go, Gemma.
GEMMA: Talk to me ***.
NERO: Hey, you need
to get out of here.
GEMMA: Don't you blow me off!
NERO: Hey!
GEMMA: - Don't you blow...
NERO: - What?
GEMMA: Don't... Don't.
NERO: I can't do this.
GEMMA: Why?
NERO: I made a promise.
GEMMA: Jax.
And you signed off
on that ***?
NERO: I need to get
this up and running.
My kid's future
depends on that.
Sorry.
(camera shutting clicking)
BOBBY: Okay, get the face.
And the nip ring.
CHUCKY: We got something coming.
VENUS: Uh, Nero sent me?
Salutations, gentlemen.
Venus Van Dam, at
your pleasure.
JAX: Venus.
Thanks for coming.
VENUS: Not yet, baby.
You gotta eat dinner
'fore you get dessert.
Is he dead?
'Cause I don't do dead.
CHUCKY: No, he's just fat.
JAX: Nero explain the situation?
I need to know what
happens here stays here.
VENUS: All my dates
have that need, baby.
But discretion ain't cheap.
JAX: I was, uh, told $2,000.
VENUS: You were told right.
That will do.
My lips are sealed.
Although I might open them
up a little bit for you.
(laughter)
Mm.
He has been spending a little too
much time at the pie-eatin' table.
What am I supposed
to do with Shamu?
JAX: Um...
just ride him a little bit.
A few other things.
- He won't remember any...
VENUS: - Yes, but unfortunately
I will.
Powder room?
TIG: Yeah.
It's-it's back here, beautiful.
I can give you a hand.
VENUS: It's not gonna
happen, tiger.
JUICE: Really?
CLAY: Sounds like a solid lead.
The, uh, sheriffs
busted a bunch
of black guys in a van
full of stolen ***.
Think it might
have something to
do with the home invasions.
They want to know if we're
willing to come down,
identify any of it.
GEMMA: Now?
CANE: Yes, ma'am.
If we can't prove the goods are
stolen, we got to cut 'em loose.
GEMMA: All right.
I'll drive myself.
PHIL: Gem, someone dropped
this off for Jax.
Said it was real important.
You know where he is?
GEMMA: Just put it in the
back, I'll take it to his house.
(Venus moans)
JAX: That's great, more of that.
BOBBY: Right on his face.
CHUCKY: Like this?
Ziggy, come on.
JAX: Reach around and
tickle his balls.
Yeah.
JAX: Oh, that's fantastic.
JUICE: I don't know if
that's the right word.
CHUCKY: You got the face?
It's no good without the face.
JUICE: I got it, I got it.
JAX: Get all the Christian
*** on the wall, too.
How about like an air
traffic controller?
BOBBY: Are you sure you can
get rid of that tape?
JUICE: That's Photoshop 101.
VENUS: Whoo!
JUICE: Software I got?
I can make this guy
*** unicorns.
VENUS: There will be no ***
anything while I'm this
close to that giant *** crack.
CHUCKY: Hey.
You expecting somebody else?
JAX: All right.
We got enough, let's
wrap this up.
DEVIN: Oh, ***!
Hey, whoa!
(nervous laugh)
Oh, my God.
What are you doing to Allen?
VENUS: Charming Community
Theater, baby.
DEVIN: Yeah, right.
I know who you guys are.
You're Sons.
Yeah, what, you guys
drug him or something?
Huh?
Allen.
Damn... You dudes are
totally blackmailing him.
CHIBS: What do we do
with this, Jackie?
JAX: Who are you?
DEVIN: Devin Price, his stepson.
BOBBY: Oh, Christ.
DEVIN: Nah, it's cool, man.
We can work something out.
JAX: - Work something out how?
DEVIN: - Yeah.
***, man, ow!
What, dude?
I just want to use this
*** against him, too.
JAX: I'm guessing you
two aren't very close.
DEVIN: Nah, he's a
total ***, man.
VENUS: How...
how old are you, sugar?
DEVIN: Twenty-one.
VENUS: Mm.
I do like 'em young and sweet.
DEVIN: ***.
Dude, you're like, a dude.
VENUS: Why, didn't your daddy
ever tell you never judge
a book by its ***?
Now have you... ah.
Have you ever had your ***
sucked by a Southern
girl with a huge ***?
Oh, baby, you are
in for a treat.
I will make you come so hard
it'll make your grandmamma wet.
(kissing sounds)
DEVIN: My grandmother's dead.
VENUS: Well, now you're
catching on, young gun.
JAX: Doesn't mean
you're gay, man.
- We all been there.
DEVIN: - What?
- Really?
- Yeah, sure.
JUICE: - Lot of ***.
DEVIN: - Really?
JUICE: - Yeah.
TIG: - Oh, yeah.
CHUCKY: - Oh, yeah.
DEVIN: - All you guys?
CHIBS: - Two dicks.
DEVIN: - Yeah?
JUICE: - Slamming ***.
DEVIN: - All right.
(laughs)
Cool, let's do this.
VENUS: Pants off.
Wrap this... ha...
around your eyes.
I like the element of surprise.
- Back there.
DEVIN: - Hell, yeah.
This is awesome!
JAX: You in for a treat, my boy.
DEVIN: Yeah!
VENUS: Now I suggest you
clean up Tubby while I get some
photos of this
disenchanted little boy.
JAX: That would be very helpful.
VENUS: Oh, I'm not about
helping you, blondie.
It's about my bottom line.
JAX: I'll give you
another grand.
VENUS: Two.
Okie-dokie.
You jealous, tiger?
TIG: Kind of.
VENUS: I know you are.
(laughs)
JAX: All right, let's get
orca back into insurance mode.
(groaning)
(knock at door)
ROOSEVELT: Yeah.
CANE: Got 'em looking
at Polaroids, LT.
ROOSEVELT: All right.
Thanks, man.
RITA: Mm.
I hear he moved out.
Sad.
ROOSEVELT: Yeah.
I don't see how a marriage can
survive that type of life.
RITA: You mean one where the
man carries a gun and
is hardly ever home?
ROOSEVELT: Ouch.
RITA: Kidding.
Sort of.
ROOSEVELT: Hey, come here.
RITA: Hmm.
ROOSEVELT: I love you.
RITA: I love you, too, babe.
(indistinct radio chatter)
MAN: Hey!
Didn't you hear what I said?
Hey, I gotta take a ***, man!
Hey!
ROOSEVELT: Would you take
him to the head, please?
Yes, sir.
So, any of this belong to you?
CLAY: I don't see no safe.
ROOSEVELT: Gemma?
GEMMA: Nope.
But I, um, I'd like this silver
teapot here, if no
one claims it.
CANE: That was Oakland PD.
Two of them are East
Dub Crew with priors.
DA's trying to get
warrants for their homes.
ROOSEVELT: East Dub.
That's Damon Pope's
jurisdiction.
(grunts)
(grunting)
CLAY: Hey, you should take off.
I'll get a bite to eat
and come by later.
See what else these guys turn
up on, uh, all this stuff.
A good one.
That's a good one.
JAX: - Hey.
DEVIN: - Ha ha.
JAX: - You good?
DEVIN: - Yeah, man.
It was... intense.
JAX: So let me tell you
what happens now.
You go home, you tell no
one about any of this.
DEVIN: Of course, man.
JAX: 'Cause if you do, your
stepdad, he ain't gonna be the
only one with a new photo album.
Check it out.
Ooh.
How would you like these bad
boys blowing up your
Facebook page?
DEVIN: Dude.
Really?
VENUS: Love is a fickle beast.
JAX: - You understand?
DEVIN: - Yeah, yeah, no, man.
But I'm...
I would never rat on you guys, man.
I think the MC's awesome.
JAX: Yeah, we are.
All right.
DEVIN: Yeah, no, I
mean seriously.
I'd like to, like, hang out
with you guys sometime.
BOBBY: Sure.
Why not?
CHIBS: Aye, absolutely.
Come by the clubhouse
Saturday morning.
You can clean the *** and the
puke off the bathroom floor.
(laughs)
(laughing)
DEVIN: That's so cool, man.
JAX: - Yeah.
DEVIN: - Thanks.
JAX: - All right, get out of here.
DEVIN: - Thanks, man.
Jeez.
JAX: Thank you, darlin'.
VENUS: Whenever y'all need a
little Venus love,
give me a call.
I'm the belle who
does not tell.
Good-bye, tiger.
Come on. Let's get
him to the desk.
(groaning)
(yells)
TIG: Aw, ***!
***!
Ah!
Why does this always
happen to me?
TARA: Jesus Christ.
JAX: What do you think?
TARA: I... I think whoever bit
him should be wearing a
collar and a muzzle.
(laughs)
CHIBS: Check.
TIG: You, uh... you gonna be
able to stitch me up here, doc?
TARA: Yeah.
JAX: Oh, ***.
- It was your appointment today.
TARA: - Yeah.
JAX: - This is good news, right?
TARA: - Mm.
Just a new cast.
More mobility.
Will you give him a local?
I'll go get ready.
CHIBS: Sure.
TIG: Oh, boy.
Aw, man.
BOBBY: We can help her do this.
JAX: - Yeah?
BOBBY: - Yeah.
JAX: All right, thanks.
Hey.
Feel better.
TIG: Yeah, all right.
CHIBS: On three.
One... ready.
(Tig moans)
JUICE: Check this out.
JUICE: I printed out
ten of my best shots.
JAX: Oh, my God.
(chuckling)
All right, thanks, Juicy.
That's great.
GEMMA: I gotta talk to you.
JAX: Not now.
GEMMA: Hey.
JAX: I gotta go.
GEMMA: Me and Nero.
That's got nothing
to do with SAMCRO.
You got no right
to *** on that.
JAX: We barely know this guy.
GEMMA: Oh, ***.
Don't pretend you're
protecting me.
This is about Clay, and JT.
You and Tara have been
shutting me out since...
JAX: You've been
shutting yourself out.
You're getting
wasted every night.
- You're...
GEMMA: - Oh, *** daddy's gonna
give me some moral lecture?
You blame me for what
happened to your father.
Whether you know it or not.
I can feel it.
JAX: You're connected
to that history.
To Clay. And yeah, maybe
I am having a
little trouble
separating my hate.
GEMMA: You can't
hate me, Jackson.
You're the only thing
I still love.
JAX: I'm sorry.
But getting involved with
Nero is not a good idea.
Not now.
Tig had an accident.
Tara's patching him up.
She could use some help.
I got to go.
(engine starts)
(Tig sighing)
Hey.
CHIBS: Hey, doc.
Why don't we double-team him.
You walk me through it.
TARA: Okay.
(Tig sighing)
CHIBS: Oh, sorry.
Hold onto this thing,
would you please.
Thanks.
All right, need two hands.
TARA: No, no, the stitches
need to be further apart.
CHIBS: Further apart.
Got it.
GEMMA: How you
holding up, Tiggy?
TIG: I don't know if this is
good or bad, but I'm
totally hard right now.
(Gemma chuckles)
Just saying.
JACOB: I'll call you back.
Thought I was very
clear this morning.
JAX: You were.
JACOB: Jesus Christ.
(sighs)
Is that Allen Biancone?
JAX: Mm-hmm.
JACOB: Did you do this?
JAX: No, he did.
We just happened to be
there with a camera.
JACOB: Oh.
What the hell is this?
JAX: Biancone is your obstacle
to Charming Heights.
His vote gets you your dream.
JACOB: I'm not in the
business of blackmail.
JAX: No, but I am.
You say the word and I send
him copies of these with a
polite request to back
Charming Heights.
The dirt never touches you.
JACOB: You're unbelievable.
JAX: Oh, I'm just
getting started, Jake.
I can also get you
a new investor.
One of the biggest
developers in Oakland.
JACOB: And this is all about
getting that property
on Castle Road?
JAX: It's all about being in
business with the right people.
Whether you like it or not,
there is no one in this town
that can help you more than me.
I ain't Clay.
I ain't Oswald's boy.
You let me know what you
want me to do with these.
GEMMA: You okay?
TARA: Fine.
GEMMA: You did good.
TARA: I did ***.
Can't even sew up
someone's ***.
GEMMA: Well...
we all got a lot of healing to do.
TARA: Thing that happened with
Carla, in the garage...
I didn't tell Jax.
GEMMA: I didn't think you would.
TARA: It scares me
sometimes, the extremes.
GEMMA: Not a lot of gray
in this life, sweetheart.
Extremes become average.
TARA: I'm not sure I
find that comforting.
GEMMA: You're not supposed to.
(phones ringing)
(indistinct radio chatter)
ROOSEVELT: One of their
apartments was packed with
stolen goods.
CANE: Got the pics in an e-mail.
CLAY: So you release them?
ROOSEVELT: The beat-down was
enough to charge them.
They're all going to County.
CLAY: Good.
Further away from
Charming the better.
ROOSEVELT: Yeah.
That's right.
(distant thump)
RITA: Babe?
Eli, is that you?
(dialing)
I've got a gun and
I'm calling 911!
911. What is your emergency?
RITA: Yes, I'm alone and
there are, I don't know...
(screaming)
No!
Don't touch me!
(screaming)
(man grunts)
(gunshot)
(Rita groans)
- Damn it.
- ***.
What did you guys do?
Let's keep the hell
out of here.
You're gonna just leave her?
Let's go.
(knocking)
GEMMA: - Hey.
- Hey.
Sorry. I, um, I meant to drop
this off earlier.
It's for Jax.
TARA: What is it?
GEMMA: I'm not sure.
Parts maybe.
Boys asleep?
TARA: Yeah.
GEMMA: Okay.
Night.
TARA: It's almost
time to feed Thomas.
I'm kind of tired.
GEMMA: Yeah.
Sure.
Thank you.
TARA: You're welcome.
The victim's name is Rita Rosabell.
Gunshot wound...
Sorry, Sheriff, you'll
need to wait here.
ROOSEVELT: I need the skin
under her fingernails.
Got it.
(vehicle approaching)
(Jacob sighs)
JACOB: Lease agreement
on Castle Road.
We'll need three months down.
JAX: Okay.
Thank you.
I'm assuming I should move
forward on securing
Charming Heights.
JACOB: Yeah.
(engine starts)
(engine starts)
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JAX (whispers): Good
night, baby boy.
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(sighs)
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