Sons of Anarchy (2008–2014): Season 1, Episode 8 - The Pull - full transcript

So where are we at
with McKeevy's cash?

Called in every marker we
had. Picked up another 40 grand.

Bobby got that gig in Laughlin. The
owner fronted him the pay already.

- Here's five grand more
for the pot.
- We got 130.

McKeevy heads back
to Ireland tomorrow,

and he's gonna need his
whole 200 "K" by tonight.

We got one more
place left to go.

- The porn queen.
- Otto's old lady?

Gemma says Luann
is picking up two G's a

week just from ad
revenue from her Web site.

Yeah. Factor in membership
fees, downloads...



She's making three
times that much.

You should have Gemma talk to
Luann. They're tight. Keep us clear of it.

- That makes sense.
- All right, well, I'm
going to St. Thomas anyway.

I'll talk to Mom.

Kid gets out of
the toaster today.

- You get to hold your son?
- [Chattering]

- That's great, Jackie boy. Congrats.
- Seriously.

At least we know one good
thing's gonna happen today, huh?

[Vehicles Approaching]

Wait here, huh?

I thought we agreed
to meet alone.

My son Esai. I don't travel
far from home without family.

Well, hombre, you've got a
lot of family. What do you want?

How's your beef
going with the Niner's?



You guys making any ground
stepping on that heroin monopoly?

Eh, it sucks when the
competition's got all the big guns.

You make me drive 40 minutes
to shit talk me, asshole? No.

Got something you
might find interesting.

Hope it's your last
will and testament.

No. It's part of an
A.T.F. file on the Sons.

How'd you like to take over
SAMCRO's gun business?

Niggers can't buy guns,
can't protect their heroin.

Mayans win out on two fronts...
Horse trade and gun running.

Their Irish gun supplier.

This is legit?

I also know when, what and
how their guns are coming in.

Everything you need to intercept and
renegotiate the distribution agreement.

Where'd you get this?

It's a going away gift
from a disgruntled agent.

Enemy of an
enemy's a friend, right?

So what do you say, friend?

What do you want?

Same thing I always wanted.

Charming.

You kill Clay Morrow,

and while the chicken's running
around without a head, you hit the rest.

Wipe out SAMCRO.

That's it? A simple
little massacre?

You sucking your
own pipe, gray boy?

Charming P.D. and the feds
have hit a wall with these bastards.

They sent me this
file for a reason.

Now, do you really think they're gonna
give a shit about an outlaw bloodbath?

They'll count the bodies, count
their blessings, and close the case.

All right.

Hey, hold it.

It's not that simple, man.
No. It is that simple, man.

You hit Clay first,
then you kill the rest.

I get Charming.
You get the gun intel.

Now what part of that is
confusing your little brown brain?

Do it quick before
they catch on.

[Can Hits Ground]

What'd he want?

Gotta put down a couple of
dogs making my life miserable.

Let me and my boys do it. You
think you can handle that weight?

Just tell me who.

SAMCRO boss.

And that greedy
cracker shithead.

[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 ♪♪

[Monitor Beeping]

[Door Opens]

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to go
off on you last night.

I'm sorry too.

It was a crazy day.

Strange time, Jax.

So much shit is changing.

I just worry... About
you, about him.

About Tara.

What happened
with me and Tara...

is ancient history, Mom.

She hurt this family.
Tried to pull you away.

I didn't leave, did I? But
she did. Broke your heart.

I guess. You guess?

She crushed you, Jax.

I was 19. It was
first love bullshit.

I grew up. I got over it.

It's time you got over it too.

Somebody hurts your
baby, you never get over it.

Dr. Namid's still in surgery.

It's gonna be awhile before
they take him out of there.

Yeah. I came
early to talk to you.

We need a favor.

Hey, baby. Is Abel
out yet? No, not yet.

Appreciate you coming.
Oh, I wouldn't miss it.

Can we talk?

I need to ask you a favor. Sure.

What is it?

Well, it's not for me,
actually. It's for the club.

They need 70 grand,
cash, by the end of the day.

What happened? I
don't know details.

You want me to front the money?

A loan. Yes.

[Exhales] That's a lot of cash.

I don't know, Gemma.

I got a pretty good idea what
your bank account looks like.

What does that mean?

Oh, come on. Don't
get all humble now.

You're always bragging
about the business...

The money, the
Corvette, new tits.

Here's a chance to use your
cash for something that matters.

I paid my dues.

Six years of taking two in the ass while
some teenager blew a load on my face.

I earned that producer's chair.

No one said you didn't earn it.

But Otto is the one who
fronted you the money...

Pulled those dicks out of your
ass so you could put it in that chair.

Don't you ever forget that.

[Exhales]

I could probably
get my hands on 50.

Maybe 55.

That would really
help. Thank you.

Twenty percent.

What? Interest.

It's business.

You'd better rethink
that percentage.

Bad shit happens
to greedy whores.

- Five percent.
- Get it.

Oh, shit.

- [Sirens Blaring] - Come
on, man. Get up on the hood.

Okay, man. Okay.

[Sirens Continue]

Shit.

On three. One, two, three.

- [Man] Okay. All right.
- [Screaming]

You'll be okay.

You're gonna be all right.
[Screaming Continues]

All right, you've got help now.

[E.M.T.] Hold on, sir.

Darby runs his meth lab
out of a diesel yard in Pope.

It's where all the mill
drivers score their crank.

This is definitely Darby's shit.

This rock's been stepped on so
many times, it's barely a narcotic.

See, Darby's making his move into
Charming dealing at that lumber mill.

- Clay, we gotta send this Nazi
asshole a clear message now.
- All right...

Why don't we just
go talk to the driver?

Ask him where he
bought the meth.

Go.

[Chibs] How's
McKeevy's cash piling up?

Luann came up with
55. We need 15 more.

We got six hours to find it.

If you ever want to own
a top rocker, prospect,

then you better bring 15
grand to the table, sharpish.

You got me?

[Indistinct Conversations]

[Elevator Bell Dings]
[Jax] Darby's guys.

Can't be good.

[Man Groaning]

Holy shit.

- Andy.
- [Groans]

- Who did this to you?
- Nords.

- Why?
- I was in way deep
with Darby on my crank debt.

Like 2,700.

- Where you buying?
- Up in Pope.

- Not in Charming?
- Can't score shit in this town.

[Opie] Anybody you want
us to call? Family or friends?

No.

Oswald's gonna fire my ass when
he finds that tanker empty, man.

What are you talking about?

Well, the Nords said that the diesel
was payment for my crank debt,

so they came here, they
beat the shit out of me,

and they took my keys.

It was a full tanker? Yeah.

It's at the county
impound off the 18.

Well, there goes our 15 grand.

It's goddamn S.O.A.
Yeah, here we go.

- [Grunts]
- [Tires Squeal]

[Tires Squeal]

- [Gunshot]
- [Groans]

- [Grunts]
- [Tires Squeal]

[Horn Honking]

[Tires Squealing]

- [Groans]
- [Tires Squeal]

What the hell, asshole!

- Easy, white boy.
- Put it on the ground.

- Dude, handle this for me.
- Where are you going?

- Get my top rocker.
- What?

[Juice] Oh, no, you're not.

[Engine Starts]

Yes, you are. [Chuckles]

What the hell am I doing meeting
you out here in the middle of nowhere?

Official police business.

Darby is dealing meth at
the diesel yard up in Pope.

And why would I give a shit what
happens in Pope? I don't know.

Just felt it was my civic duty
to share information on a crime.

You know? Set a
good example and all.

Yeah. SAMCRO is a leader
in perpetuating civic reform.

[Chuckles] Why am I looking
at one of Oswald's tankers?

Ah. Leads us to our
next conversation...

With the owner
of Unser Trucking.

It's 8,500 gallons of diesel.

It's yours for 20
"K." Stolen diesel.

Gas costs gotta be
killing your bottom line.

I'm offering you a 50% discount.

Half the cost, twice the risk.

Come on. You fill
your pumps after dark,

and a uni finds the tanker
on the side of the road.

Insurance covers Oswald,

and you run your trucks at a buck-ninety
a gallon for the next six weeks.

Where's the risk in that?

Jesus Christ. Can you at least
pretend I'm a cop sometimes?

I'm gonna need that
in cash. [Chuckles]

So you stole an ambulance?

I had nothing to do with this.

Yeah.

Hell, these things are worth, like, a
hundred grand, easy. Yeah, they are.

That's why the people who buy 'em are,
like, state and federal agencies and shit.

Okay. So, uh, what?

- You want me to sell a stolen
vehicle to the government?
- [Laughter]

Oh. Uh, just...

Something like a small
hospital or something.

Oh, like, uh, Uncle
Freddy's Infirmary? What?

Why don't you just
steal, like, a fire engine?

And then we could have
our own rescue center.

- We could have our own
little uniforms and hats.
- Okay, I get it.

That's great. I was just trying to,
you know, show a little initiative.

Hey, Chibs, get rid of this
thing as soon as it gets dark.

- You got it.
- What the hell is this?

My prospect. Just, you know,
thinking outside of the box.

- You get a chance to talk
to that tanker driver?
- Yeah.

Nords aren't
dealing at the mill.

Driver bought the
crank up in Pope.

That's where he filled
his tanker with diesel...

That I just sold to Unser.

We're flush for the Irish.

Nah. Nah. [Laughter]

My brother. Ah, my brother.

[Juice] Speech.

Can make things bigger,
more complex and more violent.

But it takes a touch of
genius and lots of courage...

to move something in
the opposite direction.

I'm realizing that my touch
of genius and my courage...

are coming too little, too late.

And I fear that for Sam Crow,
there may be no opposite direction.

[Knocking]

Jackie boy, Clay's waiting.

Okay. Come on, kid.

We're all set.
Devon just called.

The Irishman will meet
you in the bar in half an hour.

Guess you'll need that.

- Yeah. I guess I will.
- [Vehicle Approaching]

Hey, I been calling
you on the cell.

- They're taking Abel
out of the incubation chamber.
- Oh, shit. Okay.

Get your ass over
there, Dad. Yup.

- Hey, baby.
- Plain clothes?

- Where you going?
- Meeting an Irishman
for a drink.

Well, be careful.

[Motorcycle Engine Starts]

- Hey, Tig.
- Yeah, darlin'?

- Watch him.
- Absolutely.

[Billiard Balls Clacking]

Hey.

Where's McKeevy? Don't know.

His cousin's waiting for you.

- You know this guy?
- He's with the cause.

Doesn't come stateside
much. Must be important.

Cam Hayes. Michael's cousin.

- Clay Morrow.
- Tig.

Have a seat, please.

- Where is he?
- He's dead.

Jesus. How?

The Oakland park commissioner
threatened to bust open...

a shipment we got
coming in on Monday.

- Wants to triple
his payoff money.
- Hefner. Greedy prick.

Been riding roughshod
over the ports for years.

Michael was pissed. Went off
on him for changing the deal.

Must have spooked Hefner.

He had his port
goons jump Michael.

They beat him, broke his neck.

- Left him for dead.
- Sorry.

That's awful shit,
man. Condolences.

Thank you. Anything we
can do to help with this?

No. No, it's personal.

I'll handle Mr. Hefner.

Michael spoke very highly
of SAMCRO. Trusted you.

Hope to be able to continue the
relationship. That's why I'm here.

I'll be your new contact.

I mean no disrespect.

I'm sure everything you're
saying is the truth... No, no.

Wish we had a secret
handshake or business card.

That's the package there that
we were delivering to McKeevy.

Two months, and a
month insurance, 200 "K."

- Mind if I take a quick count?
- I got all night, brother.

Thank you.

Hey. Hey.

[Laughs]

I don't know how to
break this to you, kid.

But I'm your old man.

[Door Shuts]

[Man] Are you kidding me?

These guys are a joke.

Is it just me?

Or are they horrible?

[Pistol Cocks]

Lovely. This will float the cause,
keep SAMCRO and us in business.

Glad we could work it out, Clay.

Me too, Cameron. How
is, uh, the cause going?

Like any good war... slow
and steady. Michael McKeevy.

Good soldier, good
friend. To a unified Ireland.

- It'll never happen
through nonviolence.
- [Clay] Hear! Hear!

What the hell do you guys want?

Get down.

[Glass Shattering]

- Aaah!
- [Groans]

[Man] ♪ You hadn't an
arm You hadn't a leg ♪

♪ Hurroo, hurroo ♪

- ♪ You hadn't an arm
You hadn't a leg ♪
- [Screams]

♪ You'll have to be
put with a bowl to beg ♪

- ♪ Johnny, I hardly knew ya ♪
- Watch my back.

♪ We had guns and drums
and drums and guns ♪

♪ Hurroo, hurroo ♪

♪ We had guns and drums and
drums and guns ♪ Yo, we got it.

♪ Hurroo, hurroo ♪
Let's go.

- What's the matter, man?
- I'm not sure
it's the right dude.

Goddamn, it's gotta be.
We gotta split, dog. Let's go.

♪ Johnny, I hardly knew ya ♪

[Car Starts] ♪ I'm happy for ♪

Clay, you okay? Yeah,
yeah, yeah. Yeah.

♪ Hurroo, hurroo ♪
[Groaning]

Oh, shit.

Aaah! Cameron, that's bad.

We gotta get you to an E.R.
I'm wanted on four continents.

I can't just check
into a hospital.

Call the guys. Lock the doors.

Get some rags. We need to apply
some pressure to these wounds.

Clay?

Mayans, man.

I guess it's on.

And this war ain't gonna
be slow and steady.

♪ Johnny, I hardly knew ya ♪♪

You okay? Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I can't track down Gemma though.

She's at the hospital
with the kid. Okay. Good.

Where's McKeevy? He's dead.

- Port commissioner
had him beat to death.
- Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.

We'll get rid of the Mexicans.
All right. We'll take care of Cam.

He's hurt real bad. We gotta get
him back to the clubhouse somehow.

Not a problem.

Uncle Freddy's
Infirmary at your service.

[Juice] Here we go.

I got you. Aaah!

Slugs are deep.

Do you know what the hell
you're doing, Scotsman? Yeah.

- Five months in Her Majesty's
armed forces as a medic.
- Five months, eh?

- Till I was court-martialed.
[Laughs] - Oh, great.

You think this hit was just about
us? Or us and the Irishman?

I don't know. How would
Alvarez know about the Irish?

Darby, man.

It was Darby.

The Nords and the
Mayans have joined forces.

I saw it happening weeks ago
when we blew up that warehouse.

I told you we should've
handled it then.

This is Bloody Sunday, brother.

We gotta call in all the Sons.

All of them. Kill this
cracker/wetback alliance now.

Tig's right.

We need bodies, need guns.

You with us here?
We're not ready for war.

We got no cash. We
got no weapons surplus.

Not to mention A.T.F.'s still in
place. We can find cash and weapons.

The question is,
are you with us here?

Can you give us a
minute? Yeah, sure.

You think I'm distracted?

All this shit with my kid? I'm
very concerned about your focus,

but I'm having serious doubts about
your level of commitment to this club.

I risked my life for 15 grand
today because this club needed it.

My commitment hasn't changed.

And the damage that
happened to my family? Yeah.

I'm seeing things different.

Big picture shit...
For me, this club.

But I ain't afraid
to get bloody, Clay.

I'm just afraid all that
blood's gonna kill Sam Crow.

Alvarez tried to
assassinate me today.

Right now, this is
only about blood.

And I'll worry about all
that... that big picture shit...

after this score gets settled.

[Exhales]

We even out this
shit with Alvarez,

it's gonna trigger a lot
of S.O.A./Mayan beefs.

I want you and Juice to
get on the horn. All right?

Washington, Utah, Nevada... I want
the number one and the number two...

in Charming by the
end of day tomorrow.

Clay, I'm worried
about this, okay?

Now, Jax is smart. And I
appreciate his lead on a lot of stuff.

But where we gotta go now...
It ain't about being smart.

It's about killing shit.

I know. No, no.

I mean, I don't trust him.

When push comes
to blood, I don't.

I don't think he's got the balls to pull
a trigger, you hear what I'm saying?

I hear you.

I hear you.

The slug in his ass
may have hit an artery.

It's probably the only thing
that's slowing down the blood loss.

The only way we're gonna save
this guy is we get some surgical tools.

Like what? Scalpels,
clamps, sutures, needles...

All that kind of shit.

- What happened?
- Ask him.

- Oh, my God.
- I'm fine. I'm fine, I'm fine.

I knew it. Goddamn it.

I knew something
bad was happening.

Holy shit.

Where'd we get an ambulance?

[Chibs] Numb-nuts stole it.
We'll patch up the Irishman.

All right. So what do
you need me to do?

Well, we're gonna have
a full house tomorrow.

Maybe you could prep that...
You know, food, booze. Okay.

I'll get the girls
into it. Mm-hmm.

Man, I hate this shit. Mmm.

Love you.

Love you.

Careful.

I love you. Love you too.

[Hayes Groaning]
[Chibs] Calm down.

Come on, hold him.
Hold him. Hold him. Chibs.

Yeah? Make a list of
the surgical shit you need.

- I'll call Tara,
see if she can help.
- Okay, kid.

I appreciate you helping us out.

Well, I'll see what
I have in my kit.

I-I couldn't take
anything from St. Thomas.

They inventory. Yeah, of course.

Whatever you have's fine.

Here's some of
the things you need.

Great. Thanks.

[Clears Throat] I'm not
sure what's going on, Jax,

but I hope it works out okay.

[Whispers] Yeah.

I'm sorry. For what?

You know, when I heard
you were back in town,

I ran the scenario of
how this would work...

You and me.

What'd it look like?

Like this.

You wondering what kind
of bad shit I was doing.

Me saying I'm sorry.

Yeah.

I guess this conversation
feels familiar. Yeah.

Because I'm the same
guy, wearing the same cut.

But you... You're
someone different, Doc.

That's a good thing.

Tonight...

I saw a father
who loves his son.

No fear of being vulnerable,
of letting someone in.

It might be the same cut,
but it's not the same guy.

Good night.

No! No! Shh, shh.

[Muffled] Jax!

No! No! Jax! Jax! Shh, shh, shh.

Shh.

Good-bye, Mr. Crow.

Shh. You okay? Jax!

No screaming. You understand?

You're hurting me.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I had to
do it this way, Tara.

But I just... I
needed five minutes,

and I knew there
was no other way.

You're in a lot
of trouble, Josh.

Please, just leave. I won't say
anything. Five minutes. I just need...

I need five goddamn
minutes! Okay.

Sure. Five minutes.

Let's start over.

Okay?

Thank you for giving
me this chance.

I know that my behavior
has been less than chivalrous,

and I apologize for that.

Sometimes love... passion...
inspires a man's baser instincts.

He does things
he's not proud of.

I'm sorry for those things.

I never meant to scare you.

But the restraining
order... Come on.

That was so out of the blue.

And it made me feel
like some kind of psycho.

I'm sorry.

I heard you, uh, talking
to Teller out there.

Sounded kind of intimate.

You and him...

That can never
happen. You know that.

You know that's all
wrong, don't you?

It's okay. Water
under the bridge.

All that matters...

is this moment right now...

You and me, Tara.

We have the chance to put
it all on the table. Work it out.

Build the foundation that
this relationship needs.

Yes. Right.

Why don't you...
Why don't you start?

Okay.

[Sighs]

I guess I should
talk about, uh...

What do you want me
to... No... Oh, sweetie...

This is about what you want.

This is your opportunity
to clear the air.

Tell me everything that you think
doesn't work in our relationship.

Be straight with
me... Brutally honest.

Okay.

Um... I guess, you know,

I was concerned.

Back in Chicago, you...

You were very possessive. Yes.

That's true. Yes. And I...

I... I got...
Frightened. I know.

Sometimes my
energy can be very big.

I'm an intense guy.
And I-I... I own that. Yes.

Right. I got frightened. That's
why I filed the restraining order.

But you know now...

that there was nothing
to be afraid of, right?

You just, uh...

You weren't used
to being loved...

so deeply.

Oh. [Laughs] Okay, relax.

Tar-Tar... My little worry wart.

Is there anything else
you... You need to tell me?

Get off your conscience?

Our baby?

You don't want to mention that?

I had an abortion at six
weeks. It was never a baby.

That's right. You
had an abortion.

Didn't bother to ask
me how I felt about it.

- It was my baby too.
- It was never a baby.

Oh! You never gave him a chance.

Oh! [Grunts]

I know in my heart
this is the right thing.

What I feel for you,
is... It's deep. It's...

It's God given. [Beeps]

♪♪ [Stereo: Pop]

This is our chance
for a fresh start, Tara...

♪ Guess there's no use in hangin'
round ♪ To do it right this time.

♪ Guess I'll get dressed
and do the town ♪ Let me...

Let me give you that gift.

[Moans] No. No, wait!

Wait, Josh. Wait. Please.

Please. Not this way.

It's-It's... It's a fresh start.

Um, make love to me.

Gentle, like I know you can.

Please, baby.

I know you don't
want to hurt me.

I know you don't. I
know you love me.

I do love you.

♪ Of anything to say ♪
Then love me.

♪ Since you're gone
it happens every day ♪

♪ Can't get used to losin' you ♪

♪ No matter what I try to do ♪

♪ Gonna live my whole
life through ♪ I'm sorry.

[Voice Breaking] I
don't want to hurt you.

I just... I'm in so much pain.

When I think about you...

Do you have any idea
how this feels? Shh.

I know, I know, baby.

But I'm with you now.

Right?

It's just you and me...

Just Joshy and
Tar-Tar. Together.

♪ Guess that I am
just a hopeless case ♪

♪ Can't get used to losing you ♪

♪ No matter what I try to do ♪

♪ Gonna live my
whole life through ♪

♪ Loving you ♪

Oh.

♪ I can't get used
to losing you ♪

♪ No matter what I try to
do ♪ I love you so much.

♪ Gonna live my
whole life through ♪

♪ Loving you ♪

[Moaning Softly]

♪ Guess there's no
use in hangin' round ♪

♪ Guess I'll get dressed
and do the town ♪

[Gunshot] [Groans]

Oh, God.

You stupid bitch.

[Groaning]

Call an ambulance.
I'll bleed out.

Tara... Tara, I'm sorry.

Don't let me die.
Please don't let me die.

Please? I'm...
I'm... I'm sorry. I'm...

[Beeping]

[Phone Ringing]

Yeah?

[Knocking]

Holy Shit. I couldn't
stop him. I tried to talk to...

It's okay. It's all right.

Where is he? The bedroom.

Give me that.

[Josh Groaning]

Oh, shit.

You stupid bitch.

I didn't know what to do.

I shot him, Jax. I had to.

What do I... What do I do?
What do we do? Okay. Okay.

We call this in. You're not
gonna get charged. He is.

They're gonna patch him up.
He'll do a few years for assault.

Then he's gonna be
out... Free to do this again.

No! He can't do this again, Jax.

Please. [Josh]
Teller's your solution?

- I can't do this.
- You pathetic whore.

- Please.
- Once a biker slut, always a...

[Screaming]

[Whimpering]

It's okay. It's okay.

It's okay.

[Sobbing]

It's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay.

[Beeps]

♪♪ [Stereo: Pop]

♪ Guess there's no
use in hangin' round ♪

♪ Guess I'll get dressed
and do the town ♪

♪ I'll find some
crowded avenue ♪

♪ Though it will be
empty without you ♪

♪ Can't get used to losin' you ♪

♪ No matter what I try to do ♪

♪ Gonna live my
whole life through ♪

♪ Loving you ♪

- ♪ Called up some girl
I used to know ♪
- [Siren Blaring]

♪ After I heard her say hello ♪

- ♪ Couldn't think
of anything to say ♪
- [Radio Chatter]

♪ Since you're gone
it happens every day ♪

♪ Can't get used to losin' you ♪

♪ No matter what I try to do ♪

♪ Gonna live my
whole life through ♪

- ♪ Loving you ♪
- [Crying]

♪ I'll find somebody
Wait and see ♪

♪ Who am I kiddin' Only me ♪

♪ 'Cause no one else
could take your place ♪

♪ Guess that I am
just a hopeless case ♪

♪ Can't get used to losin' you ♪

♪ No matter what I try to do ♪

♪ Gonna live my
whole life through ♪

♪ Loving you ♪♪