Sons of Anarchy (2008–2014): Season 1, Episode 7 - Old Bones - full transcript

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Hold it. Hold it.
Hold it. Just wait.

Holy shit.

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Appreciate the lift. No problem.

Where's the Cutlass?
Oh, it's at the hospital.

Still not running right?

It's running okay.

This worry I'm getting here,



that have anything to do with
that car that's been following us?

The compact parked
halfway down the block.

Tara!

What the hell's going on?

That A.T.F. agent that's
been looking into you guys...

I think he's here for me.
What are you talking about?

I was with him in Chicago.

It got violent. I tried to end
it. He started stalking me.

- Jax. Don't. He's dangerous.
- Go back inside, Tara.

Lock the door.

Vandalism. Deadly weapon.

That's six months
in County, asshole.

Violating a restraining order.
You'll be in the cell next to me.

They teach you how to
suck a dick in A.T.F. school?



Badass biker.

You guys gave it your best shot.

You got nothing on Sam Crow.

And you harassing
Tara, that ends here,

or next time it won't be a
piece-of-shit car I'm draining fluid from.

You threatening a federal agent?

I'm threatening you.

Go away. It's my last warning.

You better rein in
your A.T.F. boyfriend.

Agent Kohn isn't on my
payroll. I don't keep tabs.

Yeah, well, maybe you should.

He's not here for
Sam Crow, Hale.

He's here for Tara. What
the hell are you talking about?

This guy was stalking
her in Chicago.

Thinks she came back
to Charming to be with me.

I'm telling you, this guy is
nuts, and he's gonna hurt her.

Jesus Christ. That's who she
had a restraining order against.

You knew? No, but
it makes sense now.

Hale! Let's go, hotshot.

Water and Power just dug
up some old bones out on 44.

Be there in a minute.

Kohn is my problem.

I will handle it.

You better, man, or I'm gonna.

- Half-Sack, boombaye! Get in there, kid!
- Hands up, Lowell.

Keep your hands up, Lowell.
Now you're getting cocky.

Anyone can beat up a junkie,
prospect. It doesn't mean shit.

Where did you learn
how to fight like this?

You know, I was junior
lightweight champion.

- Armed Forces
boxing competition.
- Ooh, that's so hot.

Things all better with
the little missus now?

My balls are still attached.

Shit, Lowell. Get out of there.

- Whose idea was this?
- Tig's.
- Bobby's.

I don't mind it, Clay. I'm just
helping the Half-Sack train.

Yeah, well, you killed
enough brain cells.

- Come on. Come on. Back to work.
- Okay. Thanks.

How's he doing? Well, the latest
round of rehab seems to be sticking.

He hasn't missed any work.

If I could get A.A. to kick up a
vig, Lowell could make us all rich.

He's always been a freak.
Damn good mechanic

though. I guess
you taught him that.

How's Sugar Ray One Nut looking?

He's working fast.
Got a great right hook.

How much money gets thrown
around at these bare-fist things?

The purse is okay, but it's
the betting that's gone crazy.

I know a couple of guys last
year who made six figures each.

- Really?
- The prospect can knock any one
of those lightweights out...

any day of the week. Absolutely.

- What'd we pull together
for McKeevy?
- A hundred and 20.

You ain't thinking about
betting on the prospect.

If Half-Sack takes
his first five fights...

and looks strong
going into the finish,

we control how it ends, it
could be a huge payday.

- What do you think?
- I don't know.

But I do know there's no way we're
raising 80 grand in the next four days,

so it might be our only shot.

- I'm in.
- I'm in. Done.

- All right, I'm in.
- Take 50 grand.

I wanna see it triple.
You're gonna train him.

No booze. No weed. No pussy.

That include the
Nevada sweetbutt?

Till I'm up a hundred-K, that little
cherry tart can cool on the counter.

Let's go. Hit that
bag. Hey, Bobby.

What? Do me a favor.

Push up on that thing, will ya?

- Really?
- Really.

Halfy-Sack is all
about that now.

Well, I wanna see if she's all
about him. And go at it hard.

- I ain't mad at that.
- Half-Sack's gonna lose his mind.

Well, that kind of
anger we can really use.

Hey, and call Unser. See if he
wants in on some of this fight action.

Clay, he's out on the job.

Water and Power dug up
some old bones this morning.

Where? Out on 44.

What?

I don't know.

- Wheeling out two bodies.
- There should be three.

I'm afraid to ask.

Don't be. There it is.

Is this us?

Yeah.

Aw, shit.

♪ 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 ♪♪

And all three of
them were Mayans?

Yep. Back in '92,

Mexicans tried to expand their Oakland
dope base, set up a charter in Lodi.

We couldn't let that happen.

It was a bloody two
years. Bodies dropped.

Yeah. I remember.

That was right around
the time my old man died.

That's right.

We got to stop the P.D.
from I.D.'ing those bodies.

If they flag the Mayans,
we're their next stop.

Well, we can pull teeth to stop
the I.D., but they can still D.N.A. test.

Forensic tests on three bodies?

That would blow half
of Unser's yearly budget.

But if Hale thought
it would hurt us,

he'd get his new fed
buddies to float the costs.

Shit, man, that
was pre-O.J., right?

We weren't thinking
about D.N.A. back in '93.

What kind of clues we got
buried with those Mexicans?

If they don't know they're Mayans,
they won't take it any farther.

We stop the identification,
we stop the investigation.

So, uh, there's a 15K
purse on the line...

and a lot of ringside action.

Yeah. I'm ready.

This ain't no army boxing,
kid. This is street brawling.

No. It's cool.

Cherry pie.

What? It's time to go.

What are you talking
about? Go where?

- What are you doing,
Bobby?
- Relax, prospect.

- She's gonna stay with him
till the fight.
- No, I'm not.

Oh, yeah, you are. Why?

No booze. No dope.

- No pussy.
- You'll love my place. It's very cozy.

Get your hands
off me. Quarantine.

Back off.

Clay, no sex before a
fight's like an old wives thing.

Did...

Did you just insult
my old lady again?

No. I... Jump.

Why didn't you tell
me it was Kohn?

Jax told you?

I did not know that Kohn was
the guy that was stalking you.

I could have... You know, I
tried getting help in Chicago.

Complained to his
superiors... Made things worse.

I went through three
precincts before someone

would even give me
that restraining order.

I doubted you could
do anything. Tara.

Kohn's boss doesn't
even know that he is here.

This guy is in deep shit.

He is done. Really?

He is leaving
Charming. I promise.

And I am sorry.

Town's talking about the skulls that
rolled out of that hole. I'm sure they are.

Have you thought
about damage control?

Tig's the only one
that knows the truth.

Everybody else thinks all
those bodies are Mayans.

And how do you stop that truth
from spreading? I've got it covered.

All right? Don't worry.

This shit stays in the rearview.

So I talked to Trammel.

The Sanwa County
coroner's clearing space,

but bones stay local tonight.

Good. Now I have to get into
the lower level of the hospital.

You, uh, think the old squeeze
might be able to hook a brother up?

I'll see what I
can do. All right.

Sorry. Clay? I, uh...
I just asked Gemma.

Wanted to make sure it was cool
with you that I have Moby here.

Only during my break. He...
He likes to watch me work.

Sure. It's fine.

Hey, Lowell, you're
doing good work.

Thanks, man!

All right. Tara's not here.

What do you wanna
do? Lab coat on the chair.

Can you distract the
doctors? Yeah. No problem.

Excuse me, ladies.

Oh. How you doing? Uh,
you're doctors, both of you?

Yeah. Oh, thank God.

Um, a Doberman pinscher
took a chunk. Ah, Jesus.

Hang on. A chunk of
my ass. I... Can we...

You need to go to the E.R.

Distract them. I said distract
them, not scar 'em for life.

Shit. I'm serious.
I think it's infected.

Orderly to the nurses' station.

Orderly to the nurses' station.

Hey.

Managed to steal a
key card from an intern.

Hopefully it gets us below.

Yeah. Me and Tig'll
take care of this.

Why don't you stay
here and run interference.

Why?

Hey, Doc. Hey.

Kid looks strong, huh? Yeah.

Well, you have a
good night, all right?

You too.

Nurse said you wanted to see me.

Yeah. I was just
checking in. You okay?

Yeah. I talked to Hale. He
assured me Joshua was leaving.

Thanks for handling that.

Ah, you're welcome.

You won't have to worry
about that guy anymore.

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♪ H, I, J, K ♪

♪ L, M, N, O, P ♪

♪ Q, R, S ♪

♪ T, U, V ♪

♪ W, X ♪

♪ Y and Z ♪♪

I'll find us some gloves. Okay.

Hey, freako.

We ain't here to
find you a date.

I know. I know.
It's just... You know.

You ever?

What? Cold pack? Yeah.

Nah. Not my thing.

I know it's a little
bit creepy at first,

but then something
happens, man, I'm telling you.

This soothing
coldness. This stillness.

It's really a beautiful
thing. Please.

Please, stop.

Goddamn it. It's all
right. Keep looking.

I thought I told
you to wait upstairs.

Well, there's no
interference to run,

and I figured you could
use the extra pair of hands.

Is that all right?

I got 'em.

All three.

Hold the head. Tight.

Wait a minute. Wait a
minute. Wait a minute.

It's already been I.D.'d.

Lowell Harlan Sr.

This is Lowell's old man.

Cookie time.

I made 'em.

Especially for
you. No, thank you.

Stop, please.

Come on, girl.

You ain't no old lady yet.

You... do this for me...

I'll make sure you get
the thumbs-up from Clay.

Stop, 'kay? Please. Come on.

Stop! God.

I'm not a sweetbutt.

Oh, yeah, you are. No, I'm not.

I came here for Kip. I'm not gonna
be passed around anymore. All right?

I'm done with that. Come on.

Seriously. Ew!

Oh, Jesus.

Okay.

- Okay?
- I said okay.

Relax. Have a cookie.

Why was Lowell's dad
buried with the enemy?

Casualty of war.

Mayans took him
out. He worked at T.M.

He wasn't patched.
Mayans went after everybody.

Family, friends. Didn't matter.

Lowell thinks
his dad just split.

Poor bastard's convinced
he's still out there.

I know.

So why the same grave?

Disrespect.

I know.

It was a crazy two years.

I didn't have time to
think a lot of shit through.

Is that why you didn't want me in
the morgue? Protect that secret?

I got no secrets from you.

You know, with the
Mayans I.D.'d too,

I can only imagine the poison
Hale's gonna pour in Lowell's ear.

I'll handle Lowell.

Sounds good.

Is it cool if I work
on it before my shift?

Yeah.

Is everything okay, man?

I want you to hear
this from me. What?

Something happen to Moby? I left him
with Anita. No, no, no. Your kid's fine.

Those bodies they, uh,
pulled out of the hole on 44...

One of 'em's your old man.

My dad?

Oh, that... That
don't make sense.

I'm sorry, son.

No. He ran off
when I was, like, 15.

He just split. Everyone told
me that. You told me that.

I know.

Well, the son of a bitch was
already dead to me, right?

What, uh...

What happened to him?

Mayan war. Wrong
place, wrong time.

The, uh, other bodies
they found in the hole...

Those are the two
Mexicans that killed your dad.

Vengeance was meted out.

The cops...

They're gonna try to lay all
those bodies at Sam Crow's feet.

That's bullshit. I know. It
ain't a matter of true or false.

Hale is gonna try to
screw with your compass.

I don't want you
losing true north.

Inside the club
there had to be truth.

Our word was our honor.

But outside, it was
all about deception.

Lies were our
defense, our default.

To survive, you had to
master the art of perjury.

The lie and the truth
had to feel the same.

But once you learned that
skill, nobody knows the truth...

in or outside the club.

Especially you.

Oh, my God.

Holy shit.

Two bodies were Mayan
captains. It had to be SAMCRO.

Well, 15-year-old Mexican
bones give us nothing.

Even with D.N.A., there's no
murder weapon. So it's ancient history.

The U.S. Attorney's Office
won't touch it. Look at this.

Dead mechanic worked
for Teller-Morrow.

History of drug abuse, domestic
violence. His kid's on the way in.

Following his old
man's footsteps.

Close to SAMCRO. How close?

I'm not sure.

- Any word on Kohn?
- Checked out of his hotel.

He turned in his rental car. He
may already be gone. Here we go.

You, uh... You wanted
to see me? Yeah.

Have a seat, Lowell.

I'm June Stahl, federal agent.

I'm here helping
out the deputy chief.

Oh, yeah? You
helping out with what?

We have, uh, some sad
news for you about your father.

Yeah, I know. They found
him in that hole off of 44.

Well, you don't seem too
surprised by that, Lowell.

Well, you live by
the sword, you know?

He was a mechanic,
not a gangster.

Why was he buried with
outlaw bikers? I don't know.

- Your old man worked
for Teller-Morrow, right?
- Yeah.

So the Sons of Anarchy must've
trusted him. He was a friend.

Did Clay tell
you that? It's true.

He was a friend,
and I'm a friend. Right.

Just like your dad.

You're just a chip
off the old spoon.

Let's just hope we don't find you in a
ditch on a county road somewhere, huh?

Who do you think killed him?

You know, they found
three bullet holes in his head.

Now, what could a mechanic do that
would incite such a gruesome death?

I don't know. He was buried
with the enemy, Lowell.

He was not a friend.

He did something
to piss off Clay. No.

He was in the same grave
because he had the same killers.

Use your head, Lowell.

SAMCRO killed your father.

- That is not true.
- Yes, it is.

What's going on in here?
Who the hell are you?

A.T.F. Just what we need.

You guys wanna
rent a goddamn wing?

Aren't you spunky.

- You done with him?
- For now.

Get out of here, Lowell.
Go ahead. Go on.

Pleasure.

Bad enough I got to see the other
one every time I get a hot shave.

Now I got to deal with Mrs.
A.T.F. chewing on my last nerve?

When did you last see
Kohn? I just left him.

At Floyd's.

Who did this? A.T.F.

Why? Tara.

- That stupid bitch.
- How is this her fault?

- This guy's dead.
- At least.

Yeah. Kohn's still in town.

I know. He's at Floyd's.
I'm taking care of it.

♪♪ I'm really
gonna miss this, Floyd.

Yep.

You wanna go to war with
me, you sick piece of shit?

♪ I will keep my promise true ♪

♪ For you are my
guiding light ♪♪

This is bullshit.

- He attacked me.
- No one backs
your version, Kohn.

- He put me through
a goddamn window.
- Right.

Apparently after you stabbed
him with some scissors.

- No.
- Don't think Jax
is pressing charges.

Oh. Shit. Great. Thank you.

But you will be facing
charges in Illinois...

for violating a
restraining order.

I'm not stalking Tara.
I'm protecting her.

Come on. We all know what
happens if she hooks up with Teller.

You know I'm right. We're
all on the same team here.

No, Josh. Not anymore.

You're in breach of about a
half a dozen federal statutes.

You've been stripped of your creds,
and O.P.R.'s gonna meet you at O'Hare.

I hope that the stalk
was a good rush,

'cause, uh, it just
killed your career.

Wait.

She came back here
because she was afraid of me.

I pointed her at SAMCRO.

I can't fix that mistake, but
you can. Both of you can.

Please.

Barber says you
came in for a haircut.

Agent Kohn attacked
you with a pair of scissors.

So you pushed him through a
plate glass window. Self-defense.

That's what Floyd saw, I
guess that's what happened.

That's fantastic.

Tell me.

Are they all just
afraid of you...

or convinced that you
are a necessary evil?

You charging me?

No charges.

Why does Kohn have
a hard-on for you?

You know why.

You're right. I do.

Tara Knowles.

The charming ingenue.

High school
sweethearts, right? Yeah.

She fears for her life,

so she comes back home...

to the only man she knows
loves her enough to protect her,

a guy who would
have no problem...

putting a fed through
a plate glass window.

That's beautiful.

Really, it is.

I wish I had that kind
of pull over someone.

You're a lucky man.

You done?

Yeah.

She's done.

First fight of the
afternoon. Round one.

Let's go!

Come on! Hit him!

Whoo!

She's getting under his skin.

I can feel it. It's bad for us.

I'm keeping an eye on it.

I'm not gonna let anything turn Jax
away from Sam Crow, especially pussy.

Tara's not pussy. He loved her.

Probably still does.

Whoa.

Hey. Anita just
called. Lowell? M.I.A.

She just found Moby in the apartment,
crying and locked in the bathroom.

Shit. Yeah. He probably
went to Lodi looking to score.

It's not your fault, baby.

You've been taking care of Lowell since
he was 16. You done everything you could.

Just some shit you can't escape.

It's like father, like son.

Yeah. Looks like
it's going that way.

Got to remember
what's important.

- Big picture.
- I'll call the Vista,
see if he checked in.

No one blames you if
Lowell don't come home.

Come on, Lowell. Open
up. I'm taking you home.

It makes no sense.

It's no sense that my dad
was buried with them wetbacks!

How long you been taking care of
me, Clay? Huh? Why are you here now?

I made a promise to your dad.
What, before you killed him?

You kill him, Clay?
Why would you do that?

I lied to you, son.

Don't you call me
that. I am not that.

Your father wasn't
killed by the enemy.

He was the enemy. No.

He was a friend.

He was a loathsome
piece of shit.

Treated you and
your mother like dirt.

Cared more about the junk
than he did about his friends,

his family.

Sound familiar?

I'm not that. No?

Then what the hell are you?

You can't stay clean.

You abandon your kid.

Moby. I killed your old man.

I killed him 'cause
he was a rat.

A weak junkie rat.

I'm not a rat. Look at you.

Ten minutes with Hale, you
turn inside out. You run away.

You don't give a
shit about your kid!

- I'm sorry, Clay.
- Next time maybe Moby
drowns in that bathtub.

Or maybe you tell
Hale and the feds...

all those secrets you been
hearing at Teller-Morrow.

I can't deal with
it anymore, Clay.

My point.

Oh, shit. Oh, shit.

I'm my old man.

I'm Lowell.

Oh, God.

I'm sorry, Clay.

I know that you tried to
help me. You help Moby.

You save him from me.

Do it, please.

You help my little boy.

This is it, prospect,
your final fight.

How you feeling? I'm good, man.

This asshole looks half dead.

Well, he's had a tougher
climb. It's a beautiful thing.

It is a beautiful thing.
You're looking like a champ.

Everybody's betting
on you, except for us.

What do you mean?

You want me to lose?

Shit. No, come on, man. I can beat
this guy. I can win this whole thing.

If you win this,
we get 15 grand.

You lose, we walk home with
10 times that much. So you lose.

You're gonna take a
dive, Kippy, for the club.

Go get him. Sort of.

Come on, son!

Come on! Get 'em in there!

Why aren't you at the fight?

I've had my share for the day.

Yeah.

Your leg okay?

Yeah.

Where's the
doctor? I don't know.

Where you going with that, Jax?

Nowhere.

I don't believe that. I've
seen the two of you together.

See how you act around her.

She's still got ties in
you. You know what?

I don't give a shit
what you think.

What I do, what Tara
does... It's not your business.

Cleaning up piss and broken
cribs, that's my business?

No one asked
you to take this on.

This house, this kid. It's
not your burden. It's mine.

Shit.

You deal with that
Lowell problem?

Call Anita. Tell her she's gonna
be watching Moby for a while.

All right.

Give it one more
round, and then he falls.

I understand you, uh,

declined Bobby's
request for some comfort.

Yeah. I did.

I'm not about that anymore.

If I was to ask
for some comfort,

would you be about that?

No. I'm sorry.

But your old lady would
turn us both into chum.

Yeah, that's a good point.

If, uh, Half-Sack patches in...

Which is a big "if"...

It's all right with me
if you stick around.

That is, if he wants
you as his old lady.

Thank you.

Oh, shit. Shit!

Half-Sack, don't!

What's he doing?

What's he doing? What the hell's
he doing? Gonna K.O. this guy.

- Shit, I'll kill him. I'll kill him.
- No, no, no. My bad. My bad.

Get him out of there before
we got to bury another Mexican.

Come on!

Hey, hey, hey! Chill!
Relax, you muppet.

Whoo!

Clay, I'm really sorry. You
know, I just lost it. I don't...

You owe the club 35K.

Really? Hey.

At least you got the girl, huh?

Come on. Get out of here
before I rape both of you.

Tig. Hey. It's just an
expression. Term of endearment.

We're gonna need the
hundred and 15 by Friday.

Gonna be a busy
week. You said it.

He's a good mechanic.

Jesus. Are you okay? Yeah.

Hale told me what happened.

Kohn's gone. I
watched him leave town.

Thank you.

What is it?

You left Chicago 'cause you were
afraid this guy was gonna hurt you.

One of the reasons.

Did you come back here
'cause you knew I'd hurt this guy,

do what the cops
wouldn't do? God, no.

I had no idea he
would follow me.

I... I didn't know you'd
even still be here.

That doesn't
sound like you, Jax.

It sounds like your mother.

Well, you're safe now.

How'd it go, baby?

Where is he?

Sam Crow rehab.

What'd you tell Jax?

About the bodies.

Some of the truth.

And Lowell?

A little more.

The rest stays buried.

Yeah.

And rest in peace.