Sons of Anarchy (2008–2014): Season 1, Episode 10 - Better Half - full transcript

Are you gonna pick
me up after work?

Yeah, if I can.

Bye.

[Police Siren Bleeping]

[People Chattering]

My permits are up-to-date.
Actors all have their H.I.V. card.

What's my shit got
to do with A.T.F.?

Well, why should vice
get all the fun, huh?

Ah. Viagra, poppers, blow.

Tools of the trade?
This is bullshit!

No, actually, it's possession.
Maybe even intent to distribute.



Shut it down.

That's a wrap for
Cecil B. DeMilf.

When's Donna getting
back? This morning.

You haven't said much
to me since Oakland.

[Grunts]

I don't got much
to say, I guess.

You were right. I wasn't ready.

It's done, bro.

You doing all
right with all that?

I'm just a bit out of practice
dealing with that shit, you know?

Yeah.

You know, it's about
something bigger, man.

Club, family.

That got you past it?



Yeah.

Hey! I'm trying to run
a department here!

Mind telling me how I'm
gonna do that without an office?

You knew about this?

No one knew. I
love a good surprise.

What the hell is going on?

I'm borrowing your house for a
couple weeks. Gonna be a little tight.

And what's your business here?

What do you think, Chief? Huh?

I bet you've already
made a call to Clay Morrow.

Your personal and
professional relationship...

with the Sons of Anarchy
has been well documented.

Is that so? Yeah.

Escort Chief Unser out. He poses
a security risk to my investigation.

Yes, ma'am. You
scrawny, uptight bitch.

You don't know shit
about me or this town.

Why don't you take a
little down time, Wayne?

Play golf, go fishing,
get a round of chemo.

You know, relax.

Let's go.

You didn't have to
humiliate the guy.

You're the one who got
this ball rolling, sparky.

You want to play in my
backyard or the cow pastures?

I want to stop Sam Crow. Good.

Then let's catch up.

We know that the Sons are getting their
guns in oil barrels from Dungloe, Ireland.

- That's I.R.A. territory.
- True I.R.A. territory.

These guys did not buy
into the peace accord.

The guns are how they keep
their pro-Irish agenda on fire.

Michael McKeevy.
Big Irish player.

He was found beaten
to death two weeks ago.

Pier 56, Oakland Shipyard.

You think this was
Clay? No, I don't.

I think it was this guy. Brenan
Hefner, Oakland Port Commissioner.

Very dirty. I think that a deal went
south and Hefner killed McKeevy.

Who killed Hefner?

Sam Crow.

McKeevy was a friend.
Hefner was an obstacle.

He was found gunned
down in the projects.

Oakland D.A.'s gonna
keep me informed.

This intel, the murders we had here
last week, this all points to the Sons.

Yes. And I've
got shit to convict.

It's all circumstantial
evidence.

That is why I am
going to use RICO.

We need to prove that
the Sons of Anarchy...

is an ongoing
criminal enterprise.

And how does Luann
Delaney play into this?

We have to show that there's been
illegal activity over the past 10 years.

So we use Luann's incarceration
as a bargaining chip...

with her husband Otto Delaney.

We dig up the dirt in the past.
And then we go after the present.

These guys will never rat.

You're really missing
the theme here, honey.

Outlaw clubs...

do not keep their
women in the dark.

They're smart. They use them.

We go after the ones
who have the most to lose.

Job, family, freedom.

She's not one of 'em.
Tara's not one of them.

Well, we've had surveillance
on the club for the last four days.

And, uh, Tara has
spent every night there.

Kohn was right. He pushed
her straight into Teller's arms.

What's the matter, Deputy?

You got a little
stiffy for Miss Tara?

Tara, she... No,
she's just an old friend.

[Door Opens]

Where should I put these?

Put those in my office.
[June] Thanks, Bill.

[Door Closes]

I really don't get it.

[Man] ♪ 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 ♪♪

Hail Mary, full of grace, the
Lord is with thee... [Door Opens]

Excuse me. Sorry.

Missed a few Sundays.
Trying to catch up with that.

[Scoffs] Yeah. You a Catholic?

I'm whatever I need to be.

[Cell Phone Rings]

Hey.

- How's the Irishman?
- [Sighs]

- Blessed art thou among women...
- Divine.

He hasn't left the
cabin yet, has he?

Oh, no. Today's the first
day he's been on his feet.

Make sure he stays
put. Unser just called.

That A.T.F. bitch
is back in Charming.

Oh, shit. What's going on?

Oh, I'm not sure yet. But, uh,

if Cameron's anything like McKeevy, he's
probably on a dozen federal watch lists.

Gonna have Happy come
down, smuggle him out up north.

Oh, Jesus Christ, Clay. I know.

We'll get through it,
baby. We always do.

Be careful.

What's going on?

Feds are back.

Gotta keep you up here
till we can get you out.

Do you believe in God, Gemma?

[Sighs]

I believe in family.

Think that's enough?

Who you kiddin'?

Sitting here ticking
off Hail Mary's.

Think that gives you some
kind of heavenly pass?

God's gonna open
the pearly gates...

when those next two
bullets catch you in the head?

It's all a little
absurd, I guess.

Mmm. Truth is I
know I'm going to hell.

Praying just makes my time
here a little less miserable.

A few acts of contrition can
make you feel good too, love.

There's only one way these
beads could make me feel good,

love.

And it involves a
whole different act.

It must be hard with
two kids, a full-time job,

behind on the mortgage.

What is it? $32,000
in credit debt?

We get by. Or you get out.

And those moving
boxes suggest the latter.

You're smart, Donna.

You get your kids and you get
as far away as you possibly can...

before Sam Crow
rips your family apart.

It's only a matter of time before Opie's
back inside again. We both know that.

I don't need a cop to tell me
what's wrong with my family.

I don't know shit about
Opie's club business.

And even if I did,
I'd never rat on him.

Get out of my house, bitch.

Hey, Clay. I know we got
cash tied up in the rebuild,

but I was hoping to get
my payout for Hefner.

I'm two mortgage
payments behind.

You should've said something, man.
Waiting for the cash wasn't mandatory.

I know. I was just
trying to help the club.

That's all right. I'll pull it
out of the treasury funds.

Thanks, man.

Hey, Ope.

You doing okay?

Yeah. Just...

Shit at home. I got it handled.

What's going on with him?

His heart's in it. His
head's someplace else.

Too much of that shit
going around lately.

Uh-huh.

[Baby Crying]

Can I help you? Dr. Knowles?

Yeah. I'm Agent Stahl, A.T.F.

May I, uh... May I ask
you some questions?

Of course.

Thank you.

I'm trying to wrap my brain
around your history with Sam Crow.

Excuse me? Well, your
mom died when you were nine.

You left Charming and your
drunk daddy 11 years ago.

Moved in with an
aunt in San Diego.

My father's
cousin. Right, right.

You graduated U.C.S.D. with honors.
You were top of the class at Loyola Med.

And you did your internship
at Chicago Presbyterian.

Really very impressive.

Yeah. I know. I was there.

Yes. And now you're here...

at St. Redneck's...

getting dirty with
the bad boys again.

How does that happen? Hmm?

My personal life is really none of
your business. What do you want?

Fair enough.

Do you know of any
illegal activity that Jax

Teller or the Sons of
Anarchy are involved in?

No, I don't.

Well, that was easy.

Well, listen, um, if you
do think of something,

or you see something
that just doesn't feel right,

would you please
give me a call? Mmm.

Thank you for your time, Doctor.

What exactly is it
you're hoping to find?

Just wondering what digging
up dirt on old girlfriends gets you?

Is that what Kohn liked?

Your inquisitive nature?

You know, I understand that he
never got off the plane in Chicago.

He's M.I.A.

Threw away his career for love.

I just hope you're not
doing the same, Doctor.

She knew all about
me. She knows about us.

It's all smoke. Look, they
got nothing on Sam Crow.

So now they're harassing
people close to us.

I'm sorry.

You didn't say anything?

No. Of course not.

She mentioned Kohn.
Said he was M.I.A.

Kohn was a wanted man.

He didn't show up in Chicago
'cause he didn't want to go to jail.

Probably halfway
around the world by now.

[Scoffs] Yeah, halfway.

This will never blow back
on you. That's a promise.

I wouldn't let you get hurt.

Okay?

This should cover the mortgage,
put a dent in some of the bills.

- Where are the kids?
- Next door. Nina's watching 'em.

So I don't get a
say in any of this?

I didn't get a say in this
decision, did I? Right.

There was an A.T.F.
agent here this morning.

She's a real nasty bitch.

Grilled me about you, the club.

Said Sam Crow was
gonna tear apart my family.

I'm sorry. I'm moving
in with my mom.

I'm gonna find a place near
her where me and the kids...

Donna, just...

Why did you stay?
What do you mean?

When I was inside. Why the hell
didn't you get out five years ago?

Our kids were babies.
Don't put this on the kids.

You knew that I was gonna go back to Sam
Crow. What the hell else was I gonna do?

I'm not your brother.
I'm not your dad.

Can't be a good ol' boy
chucking wood from 6:00 to 6:00.

I earn with the club.
That's what I know.

That's how I support this family.
I'm doing this because of you!

Because I love you and the kids.

If you can't get behind
that, keep packing.

I'm gonna see my kids.

[Door Opens]

[Door Closes] [Sobs]

Gemma. Hey, Gemma.
I gotta talk to you.

I didn't want to go by your place because
I'm afraid the feds might be watching.

How do you know about that?

They just came to the nail salon
looking for me. I called Half-Sack.

And the feds are going
after all the women.

It's just a scare tactic. Tell them you
open beers and suck dick. That's it.

They got nothing.

I haven't been completely
honest with Half-Sack.

I don't like where
this is going.

Yeah. I'm sorta married.

- "Sorta"?
- Well, he was
a sadistic asshole.

He wouldn't divorce me,
so I left. Took everything.

Took the car, I took the
money, I took the dog.

You're wanted for grand theft.

And arson. I burned
down our condo.

[Sighs] Nice touch.

He was such a dick,
Gemma. Jesus Christ, Cherry.

It's actually Rita.

Cherry was our dog's
name. And she died.

And I always liked
it better than mine.

Well, that's sweet.

[Sighs] What am I gonna
do? I love Half-Sack.

It's going so good, Gemma.
What the hell am I gonna do?

You gotta get outta here, Rita.

But I don't want to leave him.

They're gonna threaten
you with jail time.

Yeah. But I'm not a rat.

You ever been inside?

Oh, shit.

[Grunts]

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa. Not so fast.

- Shit.
- [Handcuffs Locking]

[Groans] Very impressive, Vicky.

Hard to find good
help these days, huh?

Know what you mean.

That little tart doesn't
know anything.

What about the porn star?
We've got her in custody too.

She can probably teach you
how to give a great hummer.

But I'm guessing
you've got that covered.

I get by.

Picking off the ones that
have the most to lose.

Smart. That's how I'd do it.

Yeah. I've seen you in action.

You almost killed that one
with a skateboard, didn't you?

We've mended fences. I
guess so. What was she doing?

Asking for the queen's
advice? What lies to tell?

I'll bet that there's...

enough secrets in that pretty
head of yours to bury an empire.

I'm just a wife
and mother, darlin'.

You know, you might want to
unscrew that penis sometimes.

It's fun being a girl.

And if you want me,
you know where I live.

You're lucky, Rita.
Nobody died in the fire.

Eh, I gave it my best shot.

Apparently he was more upset
about losing his dog than you.

It was my dog.

Mmm.

What can you tell me about
Indian Hills, Nevada, hmm?

Sons of Anarchy patching
over the Devil's Tribe?

Nothing.

Well, I doubt that.

You got balls, sweetheart.
I'll give you that.

The club must have
found you very resourceful.

Nothing. All right, we'll
go with nothing then, huh?

I'll go start your extradition
paperwork. Extradition?

Yeah. Nevada, they,
uh... They want you back.

Probably throw attempted
murder at you... 25 years.

You'll get out just in time
for menopause, hmm?

You think about that for awhile.
And we'll talk before you leave, okay?

[Sighs] Oh, my God.

Got Luann on drug charges.
Cherry on theft and arson.

That don't make sense.

Stahl's trying to use RICO.

If she can prove her case,
she can take you all down.

- And if we go down?
- Why do you think I'm sitting
at the goddamn table, Scotty?

We got anything to be
worried about with the doc?

She's seen a lot of shit over
the last couple of weeks. Nah.

Little Miss Tara's the one who
got A.T.F. here in the first place.

We got nothing to worry
about with Tara. I trust her.

[Door Opens]

Rosen can't get through to Otto
in Stockton. He's on federal watch.

- [Clay] Aye, yi, yi.
- No calls, in or out.

- [Clay] Shit!
- Stahl's pressing him
for history, huh?

Using Luann as leverage.

Otto will never rat.

You know, if it was me,
and they had Gemma,

I'd just give 'em something useless...
some old shit wouldn't hurt the club.

With RICO, no info is useless.

The way Otto pines for Luann,
he'll do anything he can to protect her.

Little Cherry pie knows
all about Indian Hills.

Cherry would never say nothing.

Oh, yeah? You willing to bet
your top rocker on that, prospect?

We all have our past and
present indiscretions, boys.

Goddamn A.T.F. bitch.
That goddamn bitch!

Hey, they keep the girls
in your cell overnight?

- Yeah.
- You still got your keys?

- What are you thinking here?
- Get a message to Luann.

She talks to Otto. She can
warn him about Stahl using RICO.

What about Cherry?

We'll see where she's at. You
think you can get me inside?

I doubt the feds are
working round the clock.

But I got four guys, and
dispatch on 11:00 to 7:00.

Well, maybe we come up with
something. Keep them busy.

Well, you clear 'em
out, I'll get you in.

What about, like,
security cameras?

It's a police station. I got
cops. I don't need cameras.

Maybe I should go
with you, talk to Cherry.

No, retard, you shouldn't.

Me and Ope.

- Everybody in favor?
- Hear. Hear.

Yeah. I'm good.

Put your goddamn hand down.

- [Scoffs]
- [Gavel Raps]

Otto, um, Agent Stahl, A.T.F.

Luann sends her best.

Too bad you don't
have a sister prison.

You guys could, uh, visit each
other, go to the dance together.

We raided your wife's studio.

Found enough narcotics to put
her away for a dime, maybe more.

Jesus Christ, Luann.

Yeah, it's very sad.

All those teenage boys
with nothing to jerk off to.

What do you want?

You give me something on Sam
Crow, and I cut your wife loose.

You went after her to get to me?

[Laughs] It's a waste of time.

Turn the camera off.

[Beeps]

All right, look.

I'm gonna be straight
with you, okay?

I got this bullshit
case dumped on me.

Last thing I want to be doing is
running around humping outlaw bikers.

I just need something to
take back to my bosses.

If the intel leads nowhere,
I really don't give a shit.

I know you have a
parole up in three months.

If you help me with this,

I can make it happen this time.

And you'd throw me
a recommendation?

Yeah, I would.

Luann walks, you
get out of here.

And I get to move on to a real
case. This is a win-win-win situation.

Shit I know is all dead. I'm not
plugged into Sam Crow anymore.

My boss doesn't
know that, does he?

Just give me any old
dead shit. I really don't care.

I want it all in
writing. All of it.

And a conjugal. I
want to see Luann.

I'll try and make that happen.

Okay.

[Door Buzzer
Sounding] [Door Opens]

I can stay.

No. Mm-mmm.

I gotta just be okay
here, you know?

Yeah.

I'm gonna go.

Hey, what would have happened...

if you'd left with
me 11 years ago?

[Sighs]

I don't know, Tara.

What would have
happened if you stayed?

Maybe I wouldn't
have killed someone.

You didn't.

You're gonna get past this.

You won't feel
like this forever.

Honestly, Tara.

Your mom says that
I have to end this.

That whatever we're
doing here can't work.

You believe her?

What is this? Is...

I mean, is it just
about the Kohn thing?

What do you want?

I want you to stop listening to
my crazy mom and get some sleep.

Well, we can't keep looking the
other way. We need to think about this.

What the hell are we doing?

Do you love me?

It's a simple question, babe.

It's not a simple answer.

I know.

All right.

I'm gonna go. Okay?

[Door Opens, Closes]

♪♪ [Country]

You ever get high off of this?

It's just oxygen.
No, I know. I know.

But can't you turn it
way up and get, like,

you know, the Blue Velvet
kind of thing going on?

[Sucking Sounds] What
the hell is wrong with him?

The list is too long, my friend.

Bobby, we should do this. Yeah.

Listen, Bob. I'll do it. What?

Don't worry. I'll do
it. All right. No, hey.

How's it going?
How's it going? Huh?

Look, guys, uh,

last thing I want to
do is start any trouble.

My girl, she's Mexican too. These
assholes over here at this table,

the shit they're
saying about her.

I don't want to
bother you fellas,

but I got a daughter at
home just about her age.

And them rednecks over
there are saying things

about your girl that
are more than rude.

They are downright
disgusting. Who said it?

It's that black-haired
prick right behind me.

[Shouting]

♪♪ [Continues]

Well done.

I do what I can.

Dispatch is in a separate
office. She won't hear us.

Get to the cells
through the back door.

Ope?

- You here, man?
- Yeah.

[Door Opens] That's our cue.

[Sirens Wailing]

Stay here. Call if
anyone shows up.

- I thought you wanted me...
- Just keep your eyes open, dude.

[Sighs] [Car Door Closes]

[Cherry] Holy shit.

What are you doing here? We
think the feds are pressing Otto.

Something's going on. They're
letting me see him tomorrow.

You gotta get a
message to him. They're

trying to use the RICO
act against the club.

You gotta tell Otto he can't
give them any info, all right?

Nothing. No matter
how small or old. Shit.

Okay. All right?

I'll tell him. All right.

What are they asking you?

Jax, you gotta... you gotta
take me with you, man. Please.

I can't.

That bitch wants to
send me back to Nevada.

I'm gonna do hard time, like a
hundred goddamn years. I can't do that.

Your mom's right. I'll
rat if I stay in here. I'll rat!

Come on! Please.
Please take me with you.

All right, shut up.

Come on. Come on. You okay?

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Where
the hell you going with her?

We gotta take this one with
us. You're breaking her out?

Yeah. Hey, aren't
you the police chief?

I got no idea what I am
anymore. He's a friend.

Put her in the van. I'm gonna
check your office, see what I can find.

Oh. Come on, little girl, before something
else bites me in the ass. Over there.

[Woman Groaning]

Oh, Jesus. Oh, God.

[Moaning]

[Panting]

Now it's my turn.

[Zipper Unzipping]

I cannot believe we let them sneak her
out under our noses while you and I are...

Ease up, sweetheart.
Don't slit your wrists just yet.

Cherry was half your case.

Oakland D.A.'s office
just faxed me these.

Turned up an eyewitness to
Hefner's murder. I.D.'d two guys.

Holy shit. Bobby Elvis.
And this looks like Opie.

I sent their mug shots
up this morning. We

should have a positive
I.D. by this afternoon.

Screw the tart. This gives
us our present-day crime.

Now I am gonna go
get me some yesterday.

Mmm!

Luann's immunity and
your get-out-of-jail-free card.

You're, uh, missing
a couple signatures.

Well, I sign off on them
after you hold up your end.

I'm reaching in my
pocket. Just a napkin.

Big hijack nine years ago.

Sam Crow, two other charters.

You type it up, I'll sign it...

after you sign off on these.

Luann's freedom now,
yours after you sign.

Fair enough.

Fair enough.

[Signing Document]

The warden would
only give you 10 minutes

with her. You do what
you want with the time.

But, uh, the cameras will be on.

Sorry about that.

[Door Buzzer
Sounds] [Door Opens]

[Door Closes]

Our cargo's doubled.
We got two heading out.

Chief Unser here has been kind
enough to supply us with a truck.

Shipping manifests for
two pallets of electronics.

180 pounds and 98 pounds.

That oughta get you and the cargo
across the Canadian border without a stop.

Perfect.

This is my gift to you. You
know my mom's real sick.

She's in a home in
Bakersfield. Yeah.

I'm thinking about going nomad. I
can spend some more time with her.

You know there's always a seat
at that table for you, my brother.

Thank you. Absolutely.

Thanks, Bobby.

You let us know if your mom
needs anything, killer. Thanks, Tig.

- [Chibs] Hap.
- Let's move out.

See you, brother.

He seems like a nice fella.

Jax said A.T.F. is using
RICO against the club.

Are the feds pressing you
to turn... because of me?

Oh, no, no, baby.
No. I took care of it.

I got you clear.

Jesus, Otto.

Did you rat?

[Whispering] If
Clay sees I got out,

he'll know you made
some kind of deal.

You know what they'll do to you.
Don't worry. Baby, don't worry.

I'll get a message to the M.C.

Okay? [Shudders]

I'm more worried about you.

You gotta be smart, Luann.

They'll do whatever
they can to hurt us.

[Sighs]

[Crying]

Poor Otto.

Not even a hand job.

[Door Buzzer Sounds]

Is there anything else?

No, that's everything. Sure?

Swear. I swear.

Well, I don't think I could ever
get used to calling you Rita.

I don't want you to.

I'm sorry.

It's all right.

[Knocking]

Wrap it up, kids.
It's time to go.

I have something
I want you to have.

[Both Laugh]

Cherry.

Cherry.

Don't forget me.

I just talked to Smith.

Eyewitness could only I.D. Bobby
Munson. Couldn't get a positive on Opie.

Hmm. After this,
they all go down.

[Groans]

You're healing
nicely. Thanks, Doc.

Mm-hmm.

His dressings need to
be changed every day.

As long as he doesn't move
around too much, he should be fine.

Thanks.

Did you sleep okay?

Yeah. Yeah?

- Irishman good to go?
- Yeah.

Thanks, Doc.

Ready for the road trip, kids?

Just in case.

Be safe. Okay.

Let's go, Cammy.

Thank you.

No more burning down shit.

Right.

♪♪ [Rock, Slow]

[Man] ♪ And I don't mind ♪

♪ The passing rivers ♪

[Happy] Let's get you inside.

Easy does it.

[Man] ♪ I don't mind ♪

♪ The passing rivers ♪♪

[Jax] Ready,
prospect? Let's ride!

Here is your statement.

You want to make sure
we got it all right, please?

I hope you had a nice visit.

I did, thanks.

You sign, then I'll sign.

- Shit.
- What's the matter?

I don't have my glasses.

Did I say this was June or July?

It looks like July
to me. [Screaming]

Oh, shit!

I got restraints on.

Get off me! Get off me!

[Laughing]

I'm gonna bury these assholes.