Sons of Anarchy (2008–2014): Season 1, Episode 9 - Hell Followed - full transcript

[Gasps]

[Vomiting]

[Panting]

[Sighs]

Where is he?

- Relax.
- Don't tell me to relax.

I called his cell
phone a dozen times,

Tara's house, no answer.

[Sighs] I can't just sit here.

Hey.

Until we see where this
lands, you stay put, understand?



- What if they got to him?
- Jax can take care
of himself, Gem.

I'll take a ride to the
hospital. See if he's there.

I'll go with you.

- Take care of my boys.
- Always.

Whew! You got your slugs out of this
guy's ass. The infection's spreading.

- And he may even have sepsis.
- Just do the best you can,
all right?

[Sighs]

[Sighs]

[Chibs] Trying to find
the damn slug. [Screams]

[Screaming]

[Doorbell Buzzes]
[Hayes Screaming]

Unser at the back door.

[Screaming Continues]

Let him in. Shut those
doors. Oh! My arse!



[Screaming] Oh! My ass!

Keep him quiet. Okay.

What could I do for you, Chief?

I need to bring you down to the
station house, ask a few questions.

Why? What happened?

Someone went
after Darby last night.

Killed one of his
guys, two women.

At his house, in Charming.

You think it was us?

I also found two dead
Mayans in a ditch off 18...

half a mile outside of town.

Last time I looked
at the scoreboard,

Nords and Mayans
were the away team.

Glad you're rooting for
the home team, Chief.

I-I see you for a minute.

It's okay, Gem. It's all good.

This ain't funny at all.

Five D.B.'s. Know
what heat that brings?

[Screaming]

Jesus Christ.

[Door Closes]
Who the hell is that?

Friend.

With two bullets in his ass
that were meant for my head.

The Mayans went after
me too. Goddamn it!

We didn't have nothing
to do with Darby.

And the dead Mexicans were
the results of their own stupidity.

But I made sure that didn't
land in Charming. Barely.

My office still got
the stink of A.T.F.

This body count's gonna bring
that haughty bitch circling back.

I need you to come with me.

All right? Due process.

I got nothing to hide.

Hey, you do not go alone.

Hey, I think I could keep
him safe. I'll be all right.

You hold it together here.

- I'll meet you down there.
- No.

You stay put.

[Tig] Yeah. I'll watch her.

Come on.

[Screaming] Got
it! I got it. Got it!

One, two... [Screaming]

Ah, Jesus! Shit,
shit, shit! Jesus!

Come here! Hold that!

What the... What's going on?

Oh, we got one slug out.

This is insane.

What the hell are we gonna do?
Just you keep your finger in his ass.

This is way beyond my
wheelhouse. This is way beyond it!

[Screaming] Just stay...

Gemma? Gemma,
where are you going?

To find Jax and
Tara. No, no, no.

You heard what... You heard
what Clay said. Family stays put.

You got two choices,
Tigger, tackle me or tag along.

Now, look. I got nothing
but adoration for you.

Why you gotta give me such a hard
time for? It's my nature. I'm a giver.

This is why I beat hookers.

Jesus Christ. You
scared the shit out of me.

Where you been?

Sorry. I got caught up.

You've been here?
This whole time?

We've been waiting for
those medical supplies, man.

I know. That's it. You know?

Someone tries to kill Clay and you
decide it's a good time to get laid?

It's not like that, Mom.

If you want to resurrect
old trauma with this bitch,

you do it on your
own goddamn time.

She's not there. Don't
go looking for her, either.

Mom!

Leave her alone.

Don't ever forget
your first priority.

I didn't.

Take your foot off my bike.

[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 ♪♪

Right. See what happens.

It wasn't Sam Crow. It was Mayan filth
killed my guy. We have your statement.

We'll look into your accusation.

Accusation?

Arrogant piece of shit!

Hey! What the hell?

Get that asshole off me!

Get up! You okay?

The shithead
caught me off guard.

Put him in holding.
Oh, yeah. That's right.

Arrest the white guy.
Let the wetbacks and

coons shoot up whoever
they want to shoot up.

Oh, hey.

You do know that I'm married
to a dark-skinned woman, right?

Yeah, I know that.

Let's go.

Just making sure.

How you feeling?

What the hell's going on?

There were some,
uh, complications?

- Where's the Scotsman at?
- Oh, he's gonna be right back.

- Where the hell's your hand?
- It's, uh...

[Screams] Oh, okay. Um...

Well, my finger is, uh,

plugging up one
of your bullet holes.

You got your finger
jammed up my ass?

No. No.

Well, technically, yes, okay.

But my finger's not
jammed up your ass.

'Cause, you know,
that would be gay.

It's kind of jammed in your ass,

which, I guess,
is still kinda gay.

Jesus! But I'm not gay.

- Am I gonna die or not?
- No. I don't think so.

Oh! Oh, Scotsman.

I need you guys
to do me a favor.

Brenan Hefner, port commissioner,
he's gotta be dealt with.

There's plenty of
time for that. No!

It's gotta happen before Monday.

He's gonna sic port
dogs on our shipment.

You gotta take him out.
You promise me that.

Hey, don't worry. I promise
you. It'll get done. I swear.

Have a drown. There
you go. Take him out?

That means, like, kill him?

No. I think what it means
is dinner and a movie.

Jackie boy, where have you been?

I'm here now.

The bullet in this guy's ass
has hit a major femoral artery.

He needs a doctor, and
he needs it now. All right.

- Where's Clay?
- Unser took him in
for questioning.

The Mayans tried
to hit Darby too.

Holy shit.

Look, the other charters
are on their way, all right?

Clay wants to bounce
out this Mayan problem

with them before we
decide on any retaliation.

Okay. Makes sense. Let
me know if anything breaks.

Where are you going?

To find a doctor.

Don't ride alone. Yeah.

I'll go with him.

[Door Opens] [Donna]
I've been calling you.

Oh, shit. [Door Closes]

What the hell is going on, Ope?

Something came up. Clay
needed me. The mill called.

McCain says if you're not there to pick
up the second shift, your ass is canned.

I'll deal with it.
Deal with it how?

You're not there,
you're out of work.

We got something
going here, Donna.

You lying piece of shit.

Your promises were
just smoke, weren't they?

No. I never lied to you. I said
I'd find a way to earn straight.

They're gonna fire
you. The club more

important than taking
care of me and the kids?

No. It's more important than spitting
sawdust 10 hours a day. I'll figure it out.

I'm not gonna live
this way anymore.

I'm done with this shit.

[Clears Throat]

[Door Closes] [Engine Starts]

Look, man, I'm fine.
You should go after her.

I can't keep doing this. Half our
goddamn fights are about money.

And I can't get ahead
without the club.

I need back in.

Guns, protection
runs, all of it.

But you still gotta talk to Donna.
You gotta... I'm done talking.

I want back in, Jax.

I'll talk to Clay
when I see him.

I didn't see this coming.

Us and the Mexicans,
it's been kinda quiet.

I'm not an idiot.

I know it was the Mayans
torched your warehouse last month.

Yeah. But coming after me?

And Herr Darby?

That's a new kind of boldness.

Me and you, whatever
the hell this is now,

always had one thing
that we played out together.

Keeping blood and greed
away from our front door.

Well, we've done
that. Until now.

And my fear is, knowing the
amount of pride stuffed into that cut,

it will not end here. Don't get involved
in my end game, okay, old friend?

I'm not an old friend, remember?

I'm an old cop.

And this old cop is telling
you the tit for tat can't go on.

Fine.

We done tittin' and tattin'?

[Scoffs]

You take out that Mayan boss...

and you will trip a wire that sends
this town into the history books.

The bad guys will leave the ghetto
and bring their filthy game to Charming.

And next time it won't be a few of
Darby's scumbags who go down.

It'll be one of your guys. Or
Floyd. Or some kid or something.

See where I'm going with this?

Deal always was outlaws live in
Charming, shit beyond the borders.

You can't change the
rules or it all goes to hell.

And that, my old friend,

is exactly what Captain
America out there wants.

Hell to break out in
Charming, followed by

all the things that
put the devil in place.

It's for my cancer.

I got a card.

[Motorcycles Approaching]

What the hell is this?

Little family reunion.

Holy shit. Did you hear
anything that I just...

Enough. Enough. All right? Your
goddamn angst is giving me cancer.

I heard your plea,
loud and clear.

[Sighs]

There's only one thing
that's gonna make this work.

Have your sheriffs pick up
Marcus Alvarez, bring him here.

Oh, sure! Should I
dress him in a lamb suit?

Listen to me. Bring in Alvarez,
I talk to him. I talk to Darby.

We figure it out.

[Sighs] Hey.

An hour from now, there's
gonna be a dozen guys

sitting around a redwood
table planning a kill.

If I were you, I would
take my request...

and put it at the top of
that old cop to-do list.

- How's he doing?
- Good. Strong-willed
little guy.

Thought you were
gonna take a personal day.

[Sighs] I tried to. I had to
get out of there, you know?

It's a light day.

You okay?

I don't know.

What... [Clears Throat]
What'd you do with him?

It's done.

What did we do?

When Kohn showed up in Charming, he
knew this could only end one of two ways.

Either him dead or you dead.

It ended the right way.

[Scoffs] Maybe I came back
here knowing the same thing.

And this was the
only place I felt safe.

It was survival.

You did what you had to do.

Is that how this works? You make up
your own moral code for everything?

I never killed anyone
like this before, Tara.

I don't know what the code is.

I'm sorry.

I've been waking up every day
since he was born with a sick feeling.

Wondering who
was gonna die today.

And it scares
the shit out of me.

And then I woke up this
morning and it was gone.

I think that scares
me more. Hey.

You're in shock.

I don't think anything
could shock me anymore.

What do you want me to
do? How can I help you?

Don't go anywhere.

I'm not.

I need you to come to
the clubhouse with me.

Those medical supplies I needed?

Bullet wounds.

The guy's got a bad infection.
We're gonna lose him.

I'll borrow some things.

What happened with
you and the Mayans?

I know you and Alvarez
made a deal in Chino.

What went south? That
spick name don't ring a bell.

[Sighs] Ring a bell now?

We can keep going
cage fight if you want.

How many punches
you got left in that hand?

Okay. Okay, stupid question.

I gave up the 20 on
your gun warehouse.

Mayans were supposed to provide
muscle for my crank push into Charming.

Alvarez double-crossed you.

And I'm gonna slit that
wetback's throat ear to ear.

No, you're not.

Neither am I. What the
hell you talking about?

Hey. The murder rate
tripled in my town last night.

If we kill King Beaner, Charming
becomes a war zone. So, what?

We sit back and do nothing?
No. We do something.

And it'll be satisfying.

But Sam Crow
handles the retaliation.

You got it?

Oh, my God.

[Gemma] Took two slugs. Got one.

Little Dutch boy's keeping the...
The blood dike from bursting.

Here's some vancomycin.
This'll kill anything.

Give him two now and
then one every four hours.

Hey. Hey, you gotta wake up.

Wake up. Here. Come
on, wake up. [Groans]

Oh, what's going
on? Here. Take these.

Doc's here.

She's gonna fix
you up. Here you go.

[Sighs] How's it look?

It looks like you got shot.

The doctor is a
friend of the club.

You're in good hands.

[Screams] Oh, no.

Are you Irish, Doc? Half.

Oh. The half that's the doctor?

I'm not sure.

You should find that
out. It's good to know.

Me?

Oh. Where should I put it?

- Careful.
- I'm gonna have, um...

Juice. Juice pull
his finger out.

I want you to stuff that
gauze into the wound,

then I'm gonna close
it off with this clamp.

Sure you know what you're doing?

Guess we'll find out.

You ready? One, two, three.

[Juice] Holy shit.
Great job, Doc.

Can I go and wash
my hands and stuff?

Y-Yeah.

Hey, you did...
You did great, Juice.

You helped... You
helped save his life.

- Thanks.
- Mm-hmm.

[Door Closes] That
was very sweet.

No, I mean it.

That guy's not used
to good feedback.

Okay, I'm a little out
of my element here.

I'm not quite sure
how all this works.

For now, you keep him alive.

Beyond that...

I got no idea how this works.

What the hell is this? Sheriff said I
was being brought in for questioning.

[Lock Locking]

[Clay] I'm sitting here...

trying to think how killing
me and the dirty white boy...

is a smart move for you guys.

There's gotta be a piece
of the puzzle I ain't seeing.

Or maybe you're
just really stupid.

Which, looking at how
you botched both hits,

is a theory ain't
too far-fetched.

You got something you want
to do here? Let's get to it, man.

You mean like... like shiv ya?

Make you suck my dick?

That's a little obvious,
don't you think?

Nah.

You and me, Marky, we're gonna have
our own little M.C. summit. Oh, yeah?

We're just gonna
figure it all out, are we?

I don't know, man. Mayans and
Sons, that's some real Arab-Jew shit.

We got a little history. But why
don't we talk about the present?

Now... [Sighs]

[Sighs]

You guys need guns, right?

Half-ass gats you're buying off the street
barely scare the clerks at the 7-Eleven.

We arm up just fine, ese. Bullshit.
You're packing toys. You need real guns.

I need real money.

Maybe it's time for me to...

expand my customer base.

Sounds smart.

What I really need is
that nigger's heroin trade.

Can't take it if their guns
are bigger than mine.

I said expand, not exchange.

I'm still gonna
sell to the Niners.

If you guys want to play Operation
Ghetto Storm, knock yourselves out.

What I'm offering you is the
same hardware at the same price.

And what's your end?

Peace of mind.

Charters up north, they settle
all their beefs with the S.O.A.

And I don't care
what it costs you.

It all ends up in our favor.

And Nevada?

Your charters leave my
new crew in Indian Hills alone.

And the first bullet...

out of one of my guns that hits a
Son or friend of, ends the arrangement,

followed by a hell you
don't even want to know.

- What about A.T.F.?
- Nonissue.

Yeah, they know about
your Irish gun hookup, ese.

Ship from Dungloe, oil drums.

Got intel on all of it.

And that puzzle
piece you couldn't see,

some A.T.F. agent you guys
pissed off sent Darby a file.

Gave him all the info
on your gun business.

Let me guess, Darby
used it as currency.

The guns for my hit.

I hate that white boy.

Let my emotions
get the better of me.

The hits... bad
planning, sloppy work.

I guess God had a bigger plan. I
mean, here we are talking about peace.

Ain't no peace yet.

Don't forget you tried to end
me. That doesn't go unanswered.

Salt Lake to Tacoma,

my crew's gonna want
your head on a stick.

I got a compromise I
think will satisfy everyone.

[John Teller's Voice] I never made a
conscious decision to have the club...

become one thing or another.

It just happened before my eyes.

Each savage event was
a catalyst for the next.

And by the time the violence
reached epic proportion, I couldn't see it.

Blood was every color.

[Knocking] [Juice] Hey,
Jax. Doc's looking for you.

Okay.

One, two, three, up! [Groans]

You got it? Yeah, I got it.

How you doing? Taking it.

We got you. It's okay.

You'll be all right.

How is he?

I got the slugs out and
stopped the bleeding.

If the penicillin kills the
infection, he should make it.

How was she?

[Sighs] Can't
stop that bleeding.

She still wants me dead.
You know that, right?

I'll handle my mother.

What happened last night
can never happen again.

I hear that. Not just
someone trying to off me.

But bodies dropping in
Charming 'cause of us.

We had nothing to do
with the hit on the Nords.

[Clay] Mayans went after
me and Darby, all right?

Different targets, same
war. [Man] Mm-hmm.

If we fire back,

we can't stop the
blowback from hitting home.

[Chattering] [Man] Yeah.

I sat down with
Alvarez. [Man] What?

- You're kidding me?
- Whoa.

- What, just the two of you?
- Where?

Unser's cage. We, uh...

We discussed our
outstanding issues...

and made a deal.

- What kind of deal?
- We sell them guns.

They settle all their
beefs with all of us.

Any territory hassles,
any business disputes,

it all lands in our favor.

- You made that call
without a vote?
- [Man] Yeah.

I set it up. We vote on it now.

If this thing passes,

you all sit down with the
Mayans in your own territories,

you work stuff out.

- Take the win.
- What about Laroy
and the Niners?

We've had a deal with them for
years, that we don't sell to the wetbacks.

Juice, Laroy don't
got no loyalty to us.

He's been buying from other
dealers, he reneged on the A.K. sale.

Ain't no reason at all
we can't branch out.

The peace we make
with the Mayans could

start something a lot
worse with the Niners.

We'll deal with that
fire when it catches.

[Tig] You know, these
assholes tried to kill you, man.

We're supposed to just
pretend that didn't happen? No.

No. That debt gets settled.

But not by us.

It's gotta be some
outside charter.

You up for it, Hap?

I'll do this thing.
It'll be perfect.

Of that I have no doubt.

- [Man] Mm-hmm.
- Everybody in favor
of the Mayan deal...

Anybody opposed?

[Cheering, Whistling] ♪♪ [Rock]

Cameron was supposed to kill that
piece of shit Hefner before Monday.

Hefner's squeezing
the Irish for more payoff

cash, so he's gonna
intercept the cargo.

How is that our problem?
[Chibs] It ain't a problem.

It's a gift from the Irishman. Look.
We take out the port commissioner,

he's gonna give us back the
200K that we just forked over,

plus a month of free guns.

Our warehouse
rebuild is crushing us.

It's the cost of raw materials.
Free guns and cash?

We could be seeing black
before we put a roof on.

Murder for hire?

That's a dirty business.
[Piney] It's not about money.

That asshole killed McKeevy.

Michael was a friend of mine,
and yours, and your dad's.

And he went back a
long way with Sam Crow.

What do you think, V.P.?

I agree with Piney.
McKeevy was a friend.

I think we owe it to the Irish.

How is Cameron gonna do it?

Hefner's got a Sunday ritual.

Church with the fat wife,
sex with the black girlfriend.

She lives in a shitty hood right
outside his nice Oakland suburb.

[Chibs] And that's
where we take him out.

Black on white hate
crime? Who gives a shit?

- Who does it?
- I do.

Been awhile since
you suited up, brother.

- I'll do it.
- I can do this.

Get Cameron to
confirm the payoff.

Jax, Ope, Bobby,

no mistakes.

All right.

I want Ope pulling
the trigger on this.

I want to make
sure he's really back.

I think we all do.

[Chuckles]

That's a good look for you.

Mmm. You think?

Are we crazy?

I'll answer that later.

You look like shit, man.

Donna took the kids to her mom's. I
can never sleep when the house is empty.

This gig doesn't make
sense for you, Ope.

Why do you keep trying
to push me off this?

You're the one who keeps
saying I can't live half in/half out.

'Cause you need it too much.

It becomes about money,
then shit gets sloppy.

This is not about money.

I'm doing this the
same reason you are.

To prove I'm Sam Crow.

I got nothing to prove.
That's not what I hear.

Look, I'm ready
for this, brother.

Let's just get it done.

[Engine Idling] Fine.

♪♪ [Jukebox:
Country] [Man Coughs]

[Gemma] Good morning.

Good morning.

Thanks for saving the Irishman.

He'd be dead if
it wasn't for you.

You're welcome.

Can I ask you a question?

I'm tired. I'm not really up
for a fight. Oh, not a fight.

I'm just trying to figure
out what's going on.

You and Jax are
obviously reconnected.

Honestly? I don't
know what we are.

That's what concerns me.

You're clearly not one of them.

[Tara] I'm glad that's clear.
So what happens next?

I don't know.

You become his old lady?

What does that look like?

Operating on kids
during the day,

patching up bullet wounds
at night? Okay, I get it.

I know you hate me.

But this isn't me being
some overbearing bitch.

This is someone
telling you the truth.

You and Jax is a bad idea.

And someone better start thinking
clearly before both of you get hurt.

Well, it wouldn't be my first bad
idea. Seems to follow me wherever I go.

You know,

you are smarter...

and more
strong-willed... [Sighs]

than anyone I've ever met.

You need to shine some
of that on this thing with Jax.

He's not smart enough
right now to do what's right.

You have to be the
one to break this off.

Save both of you
from something bad.

That is his gray
Mercedes in the garage.

Which apartment? Unit nine.

It's the top floor,
third from the right.

Cameras cover the garage.
Should do this on the upper level.

If this guy's got half a brain,
he's gonna be cautious and armed.

Anyone walks into this, has
an eye line, we abort. No risks.

Ope, you take the front
steps. I'll take the back.

You stay in case
he gets by. No. Ope.

I'm gonna take the front.
It's the way Clay wanted it.

It's about Ope jumping back in.

Yeah, I know.

All right. Watch him.

All right, I got your back
in case he gets by you.

The second this goes down, I'm
in the car, motor running. Okay.

♪♪ ["Fortunate Son"]

Hey, relax, huh?
Shit happens, man.

Yeah, I know. I'm sorry, Pop.

Because of your mistake, I
had to sit down with Sam Crow.

Made a deal with him, man.
He's gonna start selling us guns.

That's good, man. That happened
because of you, okay? It's okay, man.

Let's go get a churro.

Catch you up on
what we gotta do.

♪♪ [Acoustic Continues]

- Shit.
- Shit.

Hey.

I love you, mijo.

♪♪ [Continues]

[Chattering]

[Whirring]

♪♪ [Continues]

♪♪ [Ends]