>> ANNOUNCER: Last season on
Sons of Anarchy...
>> JAX: Found a box in the
storage unit.
It's, like, pictures and
journals and things I never knew
about him.
When you and dad hooked up,
did he ever talk to you about
his vision?
About what he wanted from the
club?
>> GEMMA: This was in one of his
boxes.
He wrote it all down.
John is speaking to him from the
Goddamn grave.
>> OFFICER: Robert Munson,
you're under arrest for the
murder of Brenda Hefner.
>> CLAY: ATF says they've got an
eyewitness.
>> JUICE: We checked Opie's
finances.
Somebody paid off a huge chunk
of his debt.
Federal wire transfer.
>> STAHL: I figured, the least I
could do was pay off some of
those big bills of yours.
>> OPIE: I know how this looks.
She set me up to look like a
rat.
It's all a lie.
Am I good with you, Clay?
>> CLAY: Yeah.
>> TIG: Opie has turned on us.
This has got to happen,
Clay.
>> His death never lands
at our feet.
>> DONNA: Love you.
>> OPIE: Love you back.
>> TIG: What, a drive-by?
>> CLAY: Make it ghetto.
Make it gangsta.
(horn blaring)
>> TIG: Shit.
>> OPIE: Donna! Oh...
(sobbing)...God.
Oh, baby.
>> HALE: I knew Stahl was
setting Opie up as a rat.
I think Clay tried to have him
killed.
>> PINEY: Someone last night, in
a gangsta SUV gunned down my
daughter.
>> LAROY: It wasn't us.
Niners didn't kill your
daughter.
>> GEMMA: Jax knows something
about Donna.
He knows everything.
>> JAX: Did you try to kill
Opie?
>> CLAY: I love Opie.
Love Donna.
I'd never do nothing to her.
>> JOHN: To my oldest, wisest
friend.
What we started was a good
thing.
This book is for all the things
we wanted and all the things we
still can be.
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>> PINEY: Time for a change.
>> JAX: Yeah.
(shots firing)
* One, two, three, four, five,
six, seven! *
* I've got my clipboard,
textbook
Lead me to the station, yeah
* I'm off to the civil war
I got my kit bag,
my heavy boots
* I'm running in the rain
I'm gonna run till my feet are
raw
* Slip kid, slip kid
Second generation
I'm a soldier at 13
* Slip kid, slip kid
Realization
There's no easy way to be free
* No easy way to be free
It's a hard, hard world
I left my doctor's prescription
* Bungalow behind me
I left the door ajar
I left my vacuum flask
* Full of hot tea and sugar
Left the keys... *
>> PINEY: Would you two quit
horsing around?
>> KENNY: Are you picking us up
from school, Gramps?
>> PINEY: We'll see.
>> ELLIE: I love you.
>> PINEY: See you, sweetheart.
You take care of your sister,
kid.
You hear me?
>> KENNY: Okay, gramps.
* No easy way to be free
Slip kid
* So keep away, old man
You won't fool me
You and your history won't
* rule me
You might have been a fighter,
but admit you failed
* I'm not affected by your
blackmail
I got my clipboard, textbooks,
* Lead me to the station
Yeah, I'm off to the civil war
I got my kit bag, my heavy boots
* I'm running in the rain
* Gonna run till my feet are
raw... *
>> TIG: Sack, new targets.
Put them up.
>> CAMERON: What do you think,
gentlemen?
>> CLAY: All right, let's talk.
>> HALF-SACK: Okay!
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
That was my...
(shouting)
Yeah, way to go...
You're going to blow off my one
last nut.
Great sponsor.
>> CAMERON: The Russian
pipeline's dried up.
We've hooked up with a source
out of Jebalia.
Run them through Dungloe.
>> CLAY: How do these break down
to ship?
>> CAMERON: They don't.
Come assembled.
>> TIG: That's not our business.
>> CAMERON: I know.
>> CLAY: Where you going with
this, Cam?
>> CAMERON: True IRA is picking
up momentum.
North country's getting hot and
we need to step up our cash
flow, keep the anger focused.
>> JAX: You want the Sons to run
them?
>> EDMOND: Northern Cali,
Oregon, Washington.
>> CLAY: I don't know if you
heard, but we got out of the
errand business sometime back.
We buy wholesale, we assemble,
we sell retail.
End of story.
>> TIG: Yeah.
>> CAMERON: Come on, Clay.
We both know you still got an
ATF target on your back.
You really think it's safe
filling this new space with
illegal gun parts?
>> JAX: What's your deal?
>> CAMERON: We sell, ship,
store.
You load your saddlebags,
deliver.
Charter to charter.
Give you 20%.
We get 60%, we assemble our own.
>> EDMOND: You carry all the
risk and overhead.
>> CAMERON: My son will be your
point guy in Cali.
This is a win-win, Clay.
(Clay sighs)
We'll let you talk it through.
Come on, Eddie.
>> CHIBS: It's bullshit.
They've still got access to the
Russian surplus.
They're just trying to stonewall
us till we play along.
They're Mick pricks.
>> JUICE: He's right about the
Feds.
Doesn't matter what dummy corp
we use or how far off the grid
we are.
If ATF puts a tail on any one of
us, we're going to lead them
right back here.
>> CLAY: What do you think, VP?
>> JAX: Go get the Irish.
>> JUICE: Yeah.
You get us the Russian guns we
need to keep our Oakland
business intact.
We use your facility to store
and assemble.
Then we'll run your hardware up
the coast.
But MC Pony Express is going to
cost you 30%.
>> EDMOND: 25.
>> JAX: 28.
And the Russian stock.
>> CAMERON: Okay.
>> JAX: It's a temporary fix,
boys.
Keeps us in the gun business
till the heat wears off, and
we're running out of road here.
Call a vote, Pres.
>> CLAY: All in favor?
Deal.
>> STAHL: Release papers.
Your lawyer has already been
through them.
Read them, initial the boxes,
sign them, and we'll have you
home by the end of the day.
>> BOBBY: Rosen told me my case
was thrown out three weeks ago.
You mind telling me why I'm just
getting cut loose now?
>> The witness went missing.
State Attorney dismissed the
case, but we can detain for up
to 30 days, in the hopes that
the case gets reinstated.
It didn't.
>> BOBBY: That's it, huh?
Your pretty face gets smashed
in, you spend months, how many
thousands of dollars trying to
crush us?
What for, bitch?
What do you get?
>> STAHL: Peace of mind.
(door opening)
>> CHIBS: Now that we're keeping
the Oakland business, who the
hell we gonna sell guns to?
Niners?
Mayans?
Who?
>> CLAY: Opie back yet?
>> JAX: Today.
>> CLAY: All right, let's sit
down, figure out the move.
>> JAX: Yeah.
We should do that.
>> TIG: Cap.
Opie's going to want payback for
Donna's death, right?
Jax and Piney both know it
wasn't the Niners.
Any ideas where the hell we're
going to land with this?
>> CLAY: Give Trammel a call.
WeWe're gonna need some police
intel.
>> TIG: I can do that.
>> ZOBELLE: Must be very
frustrating, Mr. Hale.
>> JACOB: Every surrounding town
from Stockton to Lodi has grown
nearly 70% in the last two
decades.
>> ZOBELLE: Except Charming.
>> JACOB: SAMCRO has sabotaged
every major development effort
that's come through Charming.
Coercion and violence.
>> WESTON: Easy to do with the
local cops in your pocket.
>> JACOB: Kid brother will be
chief in two months.
Things are gonna change.
My family built this town.
My great great grandfather, his
brothers.
Before my old man dies, the
Hales are going to give it back
to the folks who live here.
>> ZOBELLE: And that salvation
nets you a tidy real estate
profit.
>> JACOB: Progress has rewards.
>> ZOBELLE: I'm sure we can find
a way to help each other.
>> JACOB: David, glad you could
join us.
I'd like you to meet Ethan
Zobelle, AJ Weston.
>> HANNA: Can I get you
anything, David?
>> HALE: Just some coffee,
Hanna.
>> HANNA: You got it.
>> HALE: So, what's this about,
Jake?
>> ZOBELLE: I reached out to
your family, asked for an
introduction.
>> JACOB: Ethan owns cigar
shops.
Stockton, Alameda, Millbrae.
>> HALE: Planning on opening a
shop here in Charming?
>> ZOBELLE: I had my eye on a
storefront.
>> WESTON: We'll need to know
we've got the right support
before we commit to Charming.
>> HALE: Support?
>> WESTON: To protect our
investment.
>> ZOBELLE: We're aware of your
outlaw problem.
Your brother's brought me up to
speed on your struggle.
>> HALE: I'm guessing this isn't
about cigars.
>> JACOB: Ethan shares a common
interest.
>> ZOBELLE: The Sons of Anarchy
have been supplying weapons to
gang members for over a decade.
It's time it stopped.
>> HALE: League of American
Nationalists.
>> ZOBELLE: The League
represents an influential group
of businessmen who are tired of
criminals undermining local
enterprise.
HALE: Right.
And how many black and Latino
businessmen in your influential
group?
>> ZOBELLE: None.
>> HALE: None.
I know who you are.
White hate.
>> ZOBELLE: Quite the
opposite, Deputy Chief.
We are separatists, not
supremacists.
We are God-fearing patriots,
and in a time when black
radicals are in power in this
country, we are desperately
trying to remind our citizens of
their founding beliefs.
>> HALE: That all white men are
created equal.
The hell do you want from me?
>> WESTON: Call us what you
want.
We have the same goal.
Stop scumbags from arming
scumbags.
>> ZOBELLE: We just want you to
know we are at your disposal if
you need us.
>> JACOB: Come on.
David.
I'm sorry. His, uh...
self-righteousness gets the best
of him.
>> ZOBELLE: Ah, I admire his
frankness.
>> JACOB: Davey!
>> HALE: Do you know what those
guys do?
Since when do you smoke up with
neo-Nazis?
>> JACOB: I know who they are.
I'm not an idiot.
Charming is our town, Davey.
Dad tried for years to get it
back from SAMCRO.
He couldn't, but you and me, we
can.
>> HALE: I'm not going to swap
one outlaw for another one.
>> JACOB: The League's got no
interest in Charming.
For them, it's all about race.
>> HALE: And that makes it okay?
>> JACOB: Grow up, little
brother!
* 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. *
Sons of Anarchy 02x01 Albification
>> OPIE: It's good to see you,
brother.
>> JAX: Yeah.
How was the walkabout?
>> OPIE: I'm doing okay.
>> JAX: What's this?
Holy shit.
Panhead EG.
'63?
>> OPIE: '65.
>> JAX: Where'd you find it?
>> OPIE: CHP pulled me over
outside of Ukiah.
Started bullshitting with me.
They turned me on to this used
parts guy.
Electra Glide was just rotting
behind some garage.
It's all there-- stock.
>> JAX: That'll keep you busy.
>> OPIE: That's the plan.
>> JAX: I missed you, bro.
>> OPIE: How's everybody doing?
>> JAX: You know, gettin' it
done.
We made a new deal with the
Irish.
Gonna run handguns up the coast
till the ATF heat dies down.
>> OPIE: What does that do to
business?
>> JAX: We keep supplying
Oakland.
We need to figure out who that
supply goes to.
>> OPIE: Retaliation.
>> JAX: Yeah.
We're sitting down to figure
it out.
Waited until you got back.
>> MARY: Hey, Jax.
>> JAX: Hey, Mary.
>> MARY: He's too skinny, right?
>> JAX: We'll beef him up.
>> MARY: Kids will be so glad to
see you.
>> OPIE: I got some things to
take care of.
You mind picking them up from
school, Ma?
>> JAX: We can wait, man.
>> OPIE: No.
I'll see the kids later, Ma.
See you at the clubhouse.
>> JAX: Ope loves his kids.
We all just got to give him a
minute.
>> MARY: Take care of him, Jax.
>> JAX: Yeah.
>> TARA: He's perfect.
>> GEMMA: The echoes?
>> TARA: Clean.
CBC, CMP's were all normal.
His weight needs to come up a
little bit, but other than
that...
>> GEMMA: But he's still real
fussy with the feedings.
>> TARA: Could be the lactose.
We can try soy base.
>> GEMMA: I don't want to turn
him into a little vegan pussy.
>> TARA: He can drink it in his
wife-beater onesie.
>> GEMMA: Oh, Dr. Funny.
How's his sleep apnea?
You're there pretty much every
night.
>> TARA: Times I'm there, he's
sleeping fine.
>> GEMMA: Good.
>> HALE: Heard Ope's back.
>> JAX: Yeah.
>> HALE: You seen him?
>> JAX: He's doing okay.
That's why I'm here.
Look, this guy's been through
enough.
>> HALE: Yeah.
>> JAX: So whoever is
responsible for killing Donna--
you and me can't prove it.
The suspicions we have don't
help Ope.
>> HALE: Well, if he asks me,
I'm not going to lie to him,
just because I can't prove it
was Clay.
>> JAX: Run it through, man.
What does it get anybody?
Turns Opie inside out.
He loses the only family he's
got left.
Puts Clay on the attack.
He shits in Unser's ear, it's
gonna blow back on you.
>> HALE: All right, I'll protect
Ope.
I'll keep my suspicions to
myself, but you've got to do
something for me.
Unser is in bad shape.
This guy should not be on
the job.
He's got another two months on
his extension.
After that, you got to let him
step down.
>> JAX: I'll do what I can to
make that happen.
>> GEMMA: Wade?
>> UNSER: Gemma.
The little guy doing okay?
>> GEMMA: Yeah.
Got to beef him up a little.
>> UNSER: (chuckles)
>> GEMMA: How about you?
>> UNSER: Right as rain.
This is just a follow-up.
>> GEMMA: Where are you at
with it?
>> UNSER: The BCG's are keeping
it contained to my bladder.
>> GEMMA: Guess that's good.
>> UNSER: Yeah.
>> GEMMA: You waiting on Della?
>> UNSER: She ain't a fan of
hospitals.
Hale's picking me up.
>> GEMMA: We'll wait with ya.
(baby crying)
>> UNSER: I'm glad he's
doing good.
I think Jax is going to make a
real good daddy.
>> GEMMA: I'll make sure
of that.
>> UNSER: No doubt.
>> GEMMA: It's for my heart
condition.
>> UNSER: Miracle drug.
(whistles)
>> Hey, Jefe.
>> DARBY: Talked over your offer
with my guys.
>> WESTON: Talked over?
It's a no-brainer.
>> DARBY: I'm a little fuzzy
about your end in this.
What exactly goes into the
League's pocket?
>> WESTON: You think this is
about money for us?
You got kids, Darby?
>> DARBY: No.
>> WESTON: I just pulled my
six-year-old out of tee ball
'cause I found out they're
giving trophies to every boy on
every team for simply playing
the game.
Trophies should be earned.
Teaching children that
everyone's equal is a dangerous
philosophy.
But maybe you've lost sight
of that.
>> DARBY: Business is down 30%.
I can't afford the white guys.
>> WESTON: Never put money
before race.
This is $5,000.
It should get you operational
inside Charming.
>> DARBY: When Clay finds out
that I'm dealing crank and pussy
in his backyard...
>> WESTON: There's a phone
number inside the envelope.
Call it and tell our Aryan
brothers how much manpower you
need.
And if I were you, I'd button
your shirt.
>> DARBY: I got nothing to hide.
>> WESTON: It's not about
hiding-- you haven't earned it.
>> JAX: I talked to Hale.
He understands.
>> PINEY: Right.
>> JAX: Hey... keeping this
between us is the best thing
for now.
You hear what I'm saying, Piney?
>> PINEY: Clay tried to kill
my son.
He slaughtered his wife by
mistake.
I'm depending on you to make
that right, kid.
>> JAX: Look, you got to trust
me, Piney.
Me fixing things doesn't happen
quick or easy.
Right now it's about protecting
Ope.
>> PINEY: Yeah, we'll see.
>> CLAY: I haven't been able to
say this yet on a club level.
We're all broken up about what
happened to Donna.
She was a great girl.
I know how much you loved her.
She sure loved you.
I'm sorry.
>> OPIE: Thanks.
>> CLAY: Now we got to deal with
the underbelly of this.
Those bullets that killed her--
they were meant for you.
We gotta settle that.
>> OPIE: Had to be the Niners.
Unser said it was a gangsta SUV.
Black guy driving.
>> TIG: No one saw who was
driving, Ope, no one.
We're pretty sure the guy was
not black.
>> CLAY: He was brown.
>> OPIE: Mayans?
How do you know?
>> CHIBS: Jax and Piney talked
with Laroy.
So we know it wasn't the Niners.
>> PINEY: That's right.
As far as Laroy is concerned,
the Niners and the SOA are good.
>> OPIE: And you believed him?
>> JAX: Yeah, we did.
I know the truth when I hear it.
>> TIG: It's got to be Alvarez.
He thinks we set him up.
We took his money, then we left
him behind to get shredded by
the Niners.
>> CLAY: I had Trammel look
into it.
Black Range Rover got jacked
outside a bar in Alameda that
same night.
It turns up two days later, a
few miles down the road from the
Mayan clubhouse in Heyward.
Mac-10 casings on the floor--
same kind of gun killed Donna.
>> TIG: There was prints on
the dash.
Before the end of the day, we're
gonna know who was driving.
>> CLAY: I convinced Trammel to
let us handle the arrest.
>> OPIE: I'm the one who
kills him.
>> CLAY: Agreed.
You, Tig and Chibs.
>> JAX: And me.
>> OPIE: I want Jax.
>> CLAY: All right.
>> JAX: Looks like Trammel
earned his pay.
>> CLAY: You got something you
need to say?
>> JAX: We both know this is
bullshit.
The only reason I don't set fire
to it is 'cause I love Ope.
And the truth would kill him.
>> CLAY: WE all love Ope.
He needs this.
And we're gonna give it to him.
>> JAX: Whoever you put this
murder on, just make sure they
deserve to die.
'Cause the guy that killed Donna
is out there sharing a beer with
her husband.
>> CLAY: You'd better be real
careful how you navigate around
this one.
>> JAX: Or what, you gonna put a
bullet in the back of my
head, too?
>> OPIE: That's him.
Restocking his dealers.
>> JAX: Elian Perez.
Out of Corcoran three months
ago, manslaughter.
Chinese menu of drug and assault
charges.
>> TIG: How do we want to do
this?
>> JAX: Too many eyes here.
>> OPIE: He's on the move.
(rock music playing)
(tires screeching)
>> OPIE: This block's dead.
>> JAX: Yeah.
Take the wheel.
>> TIG: Here we go.
>> JAX: Yo, pull up on his left.
(tires screeching)
(two gunshots)
>> JAX: Around the back!
(tires screeching)
* *
(panting)
(two gunshots)
* Never had the nerve to love
you
* I couldn't find my way.
(grunting)
(two gunshots)
>> CHIBS: Slam the bugger!
(grunting)
>> TIG: Go!
Get out, go!
Get up, get in the van.
Get in the van!
>> PEREZ: I know, man.
>> JAX: Come here.
>> TIG: Move it, move it!
(baby cooing)
>> GEMMA: Planning a trip?
>> CLAY: I'm just seeing what
charters we're gonna need to
make this thing work with the
Irish.
>> GEMMA: If it involves you and
a map, we're screwed.
>> CLAY: Saying I got no sense
of direction?
>> GEMMA: I'm saying you need a
GPS to get from the driveway to
the front door.
>> CLAY: You know, I'd be lost
without you, baby.
>> GEMMA: Got that right.
How'd it go with Opie?
>> CLAY: All good.
We determined it was a Mayan
problem.
We're taking care of it.
>> GEMMA: Jax?
>> CLAY: He's on board, just
like I told you.
>> GEMMA: Is that what you told
me?
>> CLAY: Mm-hmm.
Mm-hmm.
(baby crying)
>> GEMMA: I hired Neeta to help
with him.
>> CLAY: Neeta?
Oh, jeez, there goes my
underage nanny fantasy.
>> GEMMA: Actually...
it's time for your 2:00 feeding.
>> CLAY: Ooh.
Oh...
(grunting)
>> OPIE: Tell me you did it.
>> PEREZ: What?
>> OPIE: Tell me you killed my
wife.
>> PEREZ: I don't know what the
hell you're talking about, man!
>> OPIE: Tell me you pulled up
behind her and unloaded an
entire clip into the back of her
head.
>> PEREZ: No!
I didn't kill your wife, man.
You got the wrong guy, holmes!
>> JAX: Ope!
>> TIG: Go with them.
Go on.
>> PEREZ: This wasn't the
Mayans, man.
Not our shit, I swear.
I've got no beef with SAMCRO.
>> JAX: The hell you doing, man?
>> OPIE: I'm not leaving here
with any doubt.
>> JAX: The longer this takes,
the greater the risk.
Ope, just do the guy.
Let's get the hell out of here.
>> OPIE: You guys can go.
I gotta do this my way.
>> JAX: Listen to me...
>> OPIE: If it was Tara who had
her head blown off, you'd be
ripping off that guy's fingers
one by one.
I gotta know, Jax.
>> JAX: Okay.
(gun cocking)
>> PEREZ: What the hell are you
doing, man?!
Let me go!
(yells)
What's going on, man?
I won't say anything, I won't!
No! No!
(gunshot, screaming)
>> CHIBS: Tigger!
>> TIG: Guy broke loose, reached
for my gun, had to blow him up,
man.
Sorry, O.
(groaning)
>> JAX: No doubt, bro.
This guy killed Donna.
(gurgling)
(gunshot)
(stabbing body)
(carving on flesh)
>> JAX: Jesus Christ.
>> OPIE: That's so Alvarez knows
who and why.
>> JAX: Get rid of those guns.
You guys take the van, head
back.
I'll dump the body.
>> CHIBS: You're dropping him on
Mayan turf.
You can't do it on your own,
Jackie boy.
>> JAX: You guys need to be
there when the Feds drop off
Bobby.
I got this.
Ope.
It's done.
(phone ringing)
Jesus Christ.
Hey.
>> TARA: Hey, baby.
>> JAX: How's the kid?
>> TARA: That is one tough
little man.
Labwork is all good.
Heart and tummy looking strong.
>> JAX: That's great.
>> TARA: You okay?
>> JAX: Yeah, I'm just in the
middle of it.
>> TARA: Uh, am I gonna see you
later?
>> JAX: I don't know.
I gotta drop something in
Hayward, and then we got Bobby's
party.
Gemma said she'd stay with the
kid.
>> TARA: I'll come by, relieve
her.
>> JAX: Okay, that'll be good.
>> TARA: Love you.
>> JAX: I love you, too.
(sighs)
(Half-Sack humming tune)
>> HALF-SACK: Oh, balls!
Shit!
I'm so sorry.
I, uh...
I was just putting this here.
>> GEMMA: Either join in or get
out, Sparky!
>> HALF-SACK: Okay.
You didn't really mean that you
want me...
>> CLAY: Get out!
(door slamming)
(baby crying)
>> GEMMA: Oh, shit!
(laughing)
>> CLAY: Kids, huh?
I'm sorry, my love.
(baby crying)
I meant what I said, you know.
I would be lost without you.
>> GEMMA: I'm right here, baby.
That's my good boy.
(gunshots)
(shell casings clanging)
(distant crows cawing)
>> CLAY: We good?
>> TIG: Yeah.
Things got a little complicated.
>> CLAY: I want to know?
>> TIG: No worries.
Jax cleaned it up.
>> CLAY: Think this moves him
past it?
>> TIG: Opie?
I don't know, man.
He's working some shit out.
>> PINEY: You should go home.
See your kids.
You know, I don't give a shit
how bad you feel.
You need to pull your sad little
head out of your ass and go be a
father.
I'm tired of carrying your damn
water, boy.
It ain't your fault, and it sure
as hell ain't theirs.
>> OPIE: Love you, too, Pop.
>> CLAY: What the hell is this?
Garage is closed.
>> ZOBELLE: We're not here for,
uh, car repairs.
I understand you're a Camacho
fan.
>> CLAY: Who are you?
>> WESTON: Just dropping by to
give you a little friendly
advice.
>> CLAY: And what advice would
that be?
>> ZOBELLE: We feel it would be
best for all concerned if you
stop dealing arms to the One
Niners and the Mayans.
(others snorting and laughing)
>> CLAY: I don't even know what
you're talking about.
We're just mechanics and Harley
lovers.
>> TIG: That's one of Darby's
guys back there.
>> ZOBELLE: Mr. Darby is one of
our supporters.
>> CLAY: Mm. Expensive car.
Hell of a suit.
All your teeth.
Must be the top of the Aryan
food chain, huh?
>> ZOBELLE: What you do for a
living is between you and your
maker.
I'm not here to adjust your
moral compass.
This is just a reality check.
You're a criminal and you're
done selling guns to color.
(gun cocking)
Are you gonna shoot me, Mr.
Trager?
With all these witnesses?
>> CLAY: Look, uh, I don't know
what Darby told you and, uh, I
don't know what your angle is,
but let me be real clear.
Nobody threatens SAMCRO.
And nobody tells us what we can
and can't do.
Black, brown or white.
So, why don't you just climb
back into your little German
clown car and drive back to Nazi
town?
'Cause the next time you piss
all over my shoes, he will kill
you.
I don't give a shit how many
witnesses there are.
>> ZOBELLE: My shop opens in a
few weeks.
Until then...
enjoy.
>> Sorry, ma'am.
>> CLAY: I want to know
everything.
>> JUICE: You got it.
>> CHIBS: Good work.
>> GEMMA: Who the hell's that?
>> CLAY: Ah, friend of Darby's.
Nothing to worry about.
(loud rock playing)
(laughter and chatter)
>> BOBBY: Yo!
(all cheering)
>> CHIBS: Slam the bugger!
>> MAN: Put it on! Whoo!
>> BOBBY: Yeah!
(Clay laughs)
>> CLAY: Thanks for giving him a
lift.
What do I owe you?
>> STAHL: No charge.
Enjoy the party.
>> CLAY: Hey, you want to stick
around for a while?
I figure you can do some major
damage to a stripper pole.
>> STAHL: You have no idea.
(crowd laughing and cheering)
>> CLAY: Bobby!
Welcome back.
(whistles and cheers)
(door opens, then shuts,
footfalls)
>> GEMMA: Jax?
>> TARA: It's me.
I told Jax I'd come by.
>> GEMMA: You didn't need to do
that.
>> TARA: I wanted to.
>> GEMMA: Come on.
There we go.
That's a good boy.
There we go.
You on the pill?
Just wondering.
You got that look.
>> TARA: The aching, empty-womb
look?
>> GEMMA: Something like that.
>> TARA: You think I'm using Jax
to get knocked up?
>> GEMMA: No. Jesus, I hope not.
You gonna trap someone, make
sure they've got money.
>> TARA: Where are you on
this, Gemma? Me and Jax.
>> GEMMA: What do you care what
I think?
>> TARA: Jax cares.
>> GEMMA: You really want my
advice?
Total disclosure.
>> TARA: What do you mean?
>> GEMMA: It's the only way it
works with you and him.
You're too smart.
Too... too neurotic to live in
the vague.
He needs to tell you everything.
No truth, no pussy.
You draw the line.
>> TARA: I'm not sure I want to
know.
>> GEMMA: Then this will never
last.
Did John Teller tell you
everything?
>> GEMMA: You love the man...
you learn to love the club.
You can do that, there's no
truth you can't handle.
Good night.
* Doo, doo-doo-doo, doo, doo
doo-doo-doo, doo. doo-doo-doo
doo, doo
* It's a fine line
But a mile down... *
(soft blow lands, woman laughs)
>> JAX: Glad you're back, bro!
>> BOBBY: Yeah, me, too. Shit.
Got a lot to catch up on.
>> JAX: Yeah.
I'll let you get back to your
dinner.
(Bobby laughs)
(horn honking)
(brakes screeching)
>> WOMAN: Help, please!
Oh, God, help me, please!
My baby swallowed something!
He's choking! Please help me!
>> GEMMA: All right.
What did he swallow?
>> A-a bottle cap or something.
(Gemma grunts)
>> JAX: Hey.
>> TARA: What happened to the
party?
>> JAX: Saw Bobby.
I didn't feel lilike staying.
(grunts)
>> TAR What's the matter?
>> JAX: I'm just tired.
I'm gonna take a shower.
* *
>> TARA: You know why I
run away from shit all the time?
'Cause I don't trust anyone.
If I'm gonna stay, I need to
know the truth.
>> JAX: I tell you the truth?
>> TARA: Not just what you think
I can handle.
I need all of it.
It's the only way I'll know if I
can do this.
>> JAX: I helped Opie kill a man
today.
Retaliation for Donna.
Shot him in the head.
I'm going to bed.
* If you're going down
To snowflakes storm
* Rivers freeze and summers end
(gasping breaths)
* You see she has a coat so warm
To keep her
from the howling winds
(grunts)
* Please see for me
if her hair hangs long
Rolls and flows
* all down her breast
>> GEMMA: What do you want?!
You know who I am?!
You know what I can do to you?!
Take off the mask, you Goddamn
piece of shit!
(man grunts)
(Gemma screaming)
No! No!
* I'm a-wondering
if she remembers me at all
* Many times I hoped and prayed
'Cause in the darkness
of my night
In the brightness of my day. *
>> TIG: Bobby's passed out...
face down in red bush mountain.
(Clay scoffs)
>> CLAY: Good to have him back.
>> TIG: Yeah.
We're gonna come out the other
side of this.
>> CLAY: Yeah, we are.
Shit always works out.
* You're traveling down
north country fair... *
(man grunting)
(Gemma groans)
(Gemma gasping)
>> I'm sorry, ma'am.
We're almost done.
>> GEMMA: Plea... please.
>> We need you to pass on a
message to your old man.
Tell him to stop selling guns to
niggers and wetbacks or we find
you and we do this again.
(zipper zips up)
* She once was
a true love of mine
(man grunting)
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