Sons of Anarchy (2008–2014): Season 2, Episode 1 - Albification - full transcript
With the club divided in the wake of a tragic death, Clay sets up a new gun deal with the IRA.
[Automatic Gunfire]
[Man] One, two, three,
four, five, six, seven...
[Screams] ♪♪ [Hard Rock]
♪ I've 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 runnin' 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 ♪
[No Audible Dialogue]
♪ 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 ♪ [Children, Indistinct]
- ♪ Left the keys ♪
- Will you two quit
horsing around?
Are you picking us up from school,
Gramps? I don't know. We'll see.
I love you. See you, sweetheart.
You take care of your
sister, kid. Do you hear me?
Okay, Gramps.
♪ No easy way to be free ♪
♪ Slip kid ♪
♪ 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 runnin' in the rain
Gonna run till my feet are raw ♪
- ♪ Slip kid, slip kid
Slip out of trouble ♪
- Sack, new targets.
- Put 'em up. Put 'em up.
- ♪ Slip over here
and set me free ♪
- ♪ Slip kid, slip kid ♪ - [Cameron]
What do you think, gentlemen?
- ♪ You're slidin' down the hill
like me ♪
- All right. Let's talk.
♪ No easy way to be free ♪♪
Okay! Hey, hey, hey!
Hey! Tell him to stop! Stop!
Yeah, way to go. Real funny.
Blow off my one last
nut. Great sponsor.
The Russian pipeline's dried up.
Hooked up with a
source out of Jabalia.
Run 'em through Dungloe.
- How do these break down
to ship?
- They don't.
- Come assembled.
- That's not our business.
I know.
Where you goin' with this, Cam?
True I.R.A.'s pickin' up momentum.
North country's gettin' hot.
Need to step up the cash
flow. Keep the anger focused.
You want the Sons to run 'em?
Northern Cali. Oregon.
Washington. I don't know if you heard,
but we got out of the errand
business some time back.
We buy wholesale. We
assemble. We sell retail.
End of story. Yeah.
Come on, Clay.
We both know you've still got
an A.T.F. target on your back.
You really think it's safe filling this
new space with illegal gun parts?
- What's your deal?
- We sell, ship, store.
You load your
saddlebags, deliver.
Charter to charter.
Give you 20%.
We get 60%, we assemble our own.
We carry all the
risk and overhead.
My son'll be your
point guy in Cali.
This is a win-win,
Clay. [Exhales]
We'll let you talk it through.
Come on, Eddie.
That's bullshit. They've still got
access to the Russian surplus.
They'll just try to stonewall
us so we'll play along.
The mick pricks.
He's right about the feds.
Doesn't matter what dummy corp
we use, or how far off the grid we are.
If A.T.F. puts a tail
on any one of us,
we're gonna lead
'em right back here.
What do you think, V.P.?
- Go get the Irish.
- 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 M.C. Pony Express
is gonna cost you 30%.
Twenty-five.
Twenty-eight... And
the Russian stock.
Okay.
It's a temporary fix, boys.
Keeps us in the gun
business till the heat wears off.
I mean, we're runnin'
out of road here.
Call a vote, Prez.
All in favor.
Deal.
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.
Rosen told me my case was
thrown out three weeks ago.
You mind telling me why
I'm just gettin' 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.
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'd you get?
Peace of mind.
Now that we're keepin'
the Oakland business,
who the hell are we
gonna sell guns to?
Niners? Mayans? Who?
Opie back yet?
- Today.
- All right. Let's sit down
and figure out the move.
Yeah. We should do that.
Cap.
Opie's gonna want payback
for Donna's death, right?
Jax and Piney both
know it wasn't the Niners.
Any ideas where the hell
we're gonna land with this?
Give Trammel a call.
- We're gonna need
some police intel.
- I can do that.
[Exhales] Must be very
frustrating, Mr. Hale.
Every surrounding town
from Stockton to Lodi...
has grown nearly 70%
in the last two decades.
Except Charming.
SAMCRO has sabotaged...
every major development effort
that's come through Charming.
Coercion and violence.
Easy to do when the
local cop's in your pocket.
Kid brother'll 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 gonna
give it back to the folks who live here.
And that salvation nets
you a tidy real estate profit.
Progress has its rewards.
[Woman] Hi. Over in the corner.
I'm sure we can find a
way to help each other.
David, glad you could join us.
Like you to meet Ethan Zobelle.
A.J. Weston.
[Woman] Can I get you anything,
David? Uh, just some coffee, Anna.
You got it.
So what's this about, Jake?
I reached out to your family...
Asked for an introduction.
Ethan owns cigar shops.
Stockton, Alameda, Millbrae.
Planning on opening a
shop here in Charming?
I have my eye on a storefront.
We'll need to know we've got the right
support before we commit to Charming.
Support? To protect
our investment.
We're aware of
your outlaw problem.
Your brother has brought me
up to speed on your struggle.
[Exhales] I'm guessing
this isn't about cigars.
Ethan shares a common interest.
The Sons of Anarchy have been
supplying weapons to gang members...
for over a decade.
It's time it stopped.
League of American Nationalists.
The League represents an
influential group of businessmen...
who are tired of criminals
undermining local enterprise. Right.
And how many black and Latino
businessmen in your influential group?
None.
I know who you are. White hate.
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.
That all white men
are created equal.
What the hell do you want
from me? Call us what you want.
We have the same goal... Stop
scumbags from arming scumbags.
We just want you to know...
we are at your
disposal if you need us.
Come on, David.
I'm sorry. His, uh,
self-righteousness gets the best of him.
Ahh! I admire his frankness.
Davy!
Do you know what those guys do?
Since when do you
smoke up with neo-Nazis?
I know who they
are. I'm not an idiot.
Charming is our town, Davy.
Dad tried for years
to get it back from
SAMCRO. He couldn't,
but you and me... We can.
I'm not gonna swap one
outlaw for another one.
The League's got no interest in
Charming. For them it's all about race.
And that makes it okay?
Grow up, little brother.
[Motorcycles Revving]
[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 ♪♪
♪♪ [Radio: Man Singing, Faint]
[Motorcycle Approaching]
It's good to see you, brother.
Yeah.
How was the walkabout?
I'm doin' okay.
What's this? Holy shit.
Panhead E.G. Sixty-three?
Sixty-five. Where'd you find it?
C.H.P. pulled me
over outside of Ukiah.
I started bullshitting with him and he
turned me on to this used-parts guy.
Electra Glide was just...
rotting behind some garage.
It's all there. Stock.
That'll keep you
busy. That's the plan.
I missed you, bro.
How's everybody doin'?
You know. Gettin' it done.
We made a new
deal with the Irish.
Gonna run handguns up the
coast till the A.T.F. heat dies down.
What does that do to business?
We keep supplyin' Oakland.
We need to figure out
who that supply goes to.
Retaliation? Yeah.
We're sittin' down
to figure it out.
Waited until you got back.
[Footsteps Approaching]
- Hey, Jax.
- Hey, Mary.
He's too skinny, right?
We'll beef him up.
Kids'll be so glad to see you. I
got some things to take care of.
You mind pickin' 'em up from
school, Ma? It can wait, man.
No. I... I'll see
the kids later, Ma.
See you at the clubhouse.
[Sighs]
Ope loves his kids.
We all just gotta
give him a minute.
- Take care of him, Jax.
- [Motorcycle Departing]
Yeah.
[Woman on P.A., Indistinct]
- He's perfect.
- The echoes?
Clean. C.B.C.'s,
C.M.P.'s are all normal.
His weight needs to come
up a little, but other than that...
He's still real fussy
with the feedings.
Could be the lactose.
We... We can try soy-base.
I don't wanna turn him
into a little vegan pussy.
He can drink it in his
wife-beater Onesie. Oh.
Dr. Funny.
How's his sleep apnea?
You're there pretty much
every night. Times I'm there,
he is sleeping fine. Good.
[Police Radio Chatter]
Heard Ope's back. Yeah.
You seen him?
He's doin' okay.
That's why I'm here.
Look, this guy's
been through enough.
Yeah. Mm-hmm.
So whoever was
responsible for killing Donna,
you and me can't prove it.
The suspicions we
have don't help Ope.
Well, if he asks me,
I'm not gonna lie to him...
just because I can't prove it
was Clay. 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.
All right. I'll protect Ope.
I'll keep my
suspicions to myself.
You've gotta 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 gotta
let him step down.
I'll do what I can to
make that happen.
Wayne?
Gemma.
The little guy's
doin' okay? Yeah.
Gotta beef him up
a little. [Chuckles]
How about you?
[Scoffs] Right as rain.
This is just a follow up.
Where you at with it?
The B.C.G.'s are keepin'
it contained in my bladder.
Guess that's good.
Yeah.
You waitin' on Della?
She ain't a fan of hospitals.
Hale's pickin' me up.
We'll wait with ya.
[Fusses]
I'm glad he's doin' good. Mmm.
I think Jax is gonna
make a real good daddy.
[Scoffs] I'll make sure of that.
[Chuckling] No doubt.
It's for my heart condition.
[Chuckles]
Miracle drug.
[Man Whistles] Hey, jefe.
Talked over your
offer with my guys.
Talked over? It's a no-brainer.
See, I'm a little fuzzy
about your end in this.
And what exactly goes
into the League's pocket?
You think this is
about money for us?
You got kids, Darby?
No. I just pulled my
six-year-old out of T-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.
Business is down 30%. I
can't afford the white guys.
Never put money before race.
This is 5,000. It should get
you operational inside Charming.
[Laughs]
And when Clay finds out that I'm
dealing crank and pussy in his backyard?
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.
I got nothin' to hide.
It's not about hiding.
You haven't earned it.
I talked to Hale.
He understands.
Yeah, right.
Hey. Keepin' this between us...
It's the best thing, for now.
You hear what I'm sayin', Piney?
Clay tried to kill my son.
Slaughtered his wife by mistake.
I'm depending on you
to make that right, kid.
Look, you gotta trust me, Piney.
Me fixin' things doesn't
happen quick or easy.
Right now, it's
about protecting Ope.
Yeah. We'll see.
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.
- Thanks.
Yeah. Now we gotta deal
with the underbelly of this.
Those bullets that killed her...
They were meant for you.
We gotta settle that.
Had to be the Niners.
Unser said it was a gangsta
S.U.V., black guy driving.
No one saw who was
driving, Ope. No one.
We're pretty sure
the guy was not black.
He was brown. Right.
Mayans? How do you know?
Jax and Piney talked with Laroy,
so we know it wasn't the Niners.
That's right.
As far as Laroy's
concerned, the, uh,
Niners and the S.O.A. are good.
And you believed
him? [Jax] Yeah.
We did.
I know the truth when I hear it.
[Tig] It's gotta be Alvarez.
He thinks we set him
up, we took his money...
and then we left him behind
to get shredded by the Niners.
I had Trammel look into it.
Black Range Rover got jacked...
outside a bar in
Alameda that same night.
Turns up two days later...
few miles down the road from
the Mayan clubhouse in Hayward.
MAC-10 casings on the floor.
- Same kinda gun killed Donna.
- There was prints on the dash.
Before the end of the day, we
are gonna know who was driving.
I, uh, convinced Trammel
to let us handle the arrest.
I'm the one who kills him.
Agreed.
- You, Tig and Chibs.
- And me.
Yeah, I want Jax.
All right.
[Door Opens] ♪♪ [Radio: Rock]
Looks like Trammel
earned his pay.
You got something
you need to say?
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.
We all love Ope. He needs this.
And we're gonna give it to him.
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.
You better be real careful how
you navigate around this one.
Or what? You gonna put a
bullet in the back of my head too?
[Bells Chiming]
[Speaking Spanish]
That's him.
Restocking his dealers.
Elian Perez.
Out of Corcoran three
months ago... manslaughter.
A Chinese menu of
drug and assault charges.
How do we want to do this?
Too many eyes here.
He's on the move.
♪♪ [Rock Beat]
[Tires Squeal]
This block's dead. Yeah.
Take the wheel.
Here we go.
Yo. Pull up on his left.
♪ Corporation bigwigs
keep us alive, boy ♪
♪ You can try to run
Baby, you can't hide ♪
- Around the back!
- [Tires Squeal]
♪ So keep a blast
of love and napalm ♪
♪ A-rollin' through your head ♪
♪ I never had the
nerve to love you ♪
♪ I couldn't find my way ♪
♪ But now I got the
chops to nail you ♪
♪ On radiation day ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
[Chibs] Slam that
bastard! [Horn Honks]
♪ Ow ♪♪
Go! Get out! Drive!
Yo, man.
Get up. Give him to me.
Give him to me.
What the hell, man?
Come here. Move it.
Move it! Move it!
♪♪ [Radio: Blues-rock]
[Abel Cooing]
Planning a trip?
I'm just seein' what
charters we're gonna
need to make this
thing work with the Irish.
If it involves you and
a map, we're screwed.
You sayin' I got no
sense of direction?
I'm sayin' you need a G.P.S. to get
from the driveway to the front door.
Ahh! You know I'd be
lost without you, baby.
Got that right.
How'd it go with Opie? Oh, good.
We determined it
was a Mayan problem.
We're takin' care of it.
Jax? He's on board.
Just like I told you.
Is that what you told me?
Mm-hmm. Mmm.
Mm-hmm. [Abel Crying]
I hired Neeta to help with him.
Neeta? Oh, Jesus.
There goes my
under-aged nanny fantasy.
Actually,
it's time for your 2:00 feeding.
Oh. Oh!
[Shouting, Indistinct]
Tell me you did it.
What?
Tell me you killed my wife.
I don't know what the hell
you're talkin' about, man.
Tell me you pulled
up behind her...
and unloaded an entire
clip into the back of her head.
No! I didn't kill
your wife, man.
You got the wrong
guy, homes. Ope!
Go with 'em. Go on.
[Perez] This wasn't
the Mayans, man.
Not our shit. I swear.
We got no beef with Sam Crow.
What the hell you doin', man?
I'm not leaving here with any doubt.
The longer this takes,
the greater the risk.
Ope, just do the guy,
and let's get the
hell out of here.
You guys can go.
I gotta do this my way.
Listen to me. If it was Tara
with her head blown off,
you'd be ripping off that
guy's fingers, one by one.
I gotta know, Jax.
Okay.
[Gun Cocks]
What the hell are you
doing, man? Shut up.
Let me... Aah.
What's going on, man?
I won't say anything. I won't.
- [Groaning] - [Chibs] Tig!
Guy broke loose,
reached for my gun.
I had to blow him up,
man. I'm sorry, Ope.
[Groaning]
No doubt, bro.
This guy killed Donna.
[Groaning, Gurgling]
Jesus Christ.
- So Alvarez
knows who and why.
- Get rid of those guns.
You guys take the van.
Head back. I'll dump the body.
You're dropping him on Mayan turf.
You can't do it on your own, Jackie boy.
You guys need to be there
when the feds drop off Bobby.
I got this.
Ope?
It's done.
[Cell Phone Rings]
Jesus Christ.
[Ringing Continues]
- Hey.
- Hey, baby.
How's the kid? That
is one tough little man.
Lab work is all good. Heart
and tummy looking strong.
- That's great.
- You okay?
Yeah, I'm just in
the middle of it.
Uh, am I gonna see
you later? 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.
I'll come by. Relieve
her. Okay, that'd be good.
Love you.
I love you too.
[Sighs]
♪♪ [Stereo: Rock, Faint]
♪♪ [Humming]
Oh, shit! Balls! Shit.
I'm so sorry. I, uh... I
was just putting this here.
- Either join in
or get out, sparky.
- Okay.
You didn't really mean
that you want me to...
Get out!
[Gemma Sighs]
[Abel Crying] [Laughing]
Shit.
Aw, kids, huh?
I'm sorry, my love. Mmm.
I meant what I said, you know.
I would be lost without you.
I'm right here, baby.
Ahh.
That's my good boy.
[Chattering, Laughing]
♪♪ [Stereo: Rock]
We good? Yeah.
Things got a little complicated.
- I wanna know?
- No worries.
Jax cleaned it up.
Think this moves him past it?
[Tig] Opie? I don't know, man.
He's working some shit out.
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.
Love you too, Pop.
What the hell is this?
Garage is closed.
We're not here
for, uh, car repairs.
I understand you're
a Camacho fan.
Who are you?
Just dropping by to give
you a little friendly advice.
And what advice would that be?
We feel it would be
best for all concerned...
if you stopped dealing arms to
the One-Niners and the Mayans.
[Snickers, Laughs]
[Laughing] I don't even know
what you're talking about.
We're just mechanics
and Harley lovers.
That's one of Darby's
guys back there.
Mr. Darby is one
of our supporters.
Mmm.
Expensive car.
Hell of a suit. All your teeth.
Must be the top of the
Aryan food chain, huh?
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 Cocks]
Are you gonna
shoot me, Mr. Trager?
With all these witnesses?
[Clay Exhales] Look, uh,
I don't know what
Darby told ya...
and, uh, I don't know
what your angle is,
but... let me be real clear.
Nobody threatens Sam Crow.
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,
it will kill you.
And I don't give a shit how
many witnesses there are.
My shop opens in a few weeks.
Until then...
Enjoy.
[Crowd Murmuring] Sorry, ma'am.
- I wanna know everything.
- You got it.
Good work.
Who the hell's that?
[Clay] Aw, friend of Darby's.
Nothin' to worry about.
[Cracks]
♪♪ [Heavy Metal]
[Chattering, Laughing]
- [Man] Yo!
- [Cheering, Laughing]
[Man] Prep a burger!
He's gonna be...
He's gonna be hungry.
[Snickering]
Thanks for givin' him a
lift. What do I owe you?
No charge.
Enjoy the party. Hey, you
wanna stick around for a while?
I'm sure you could do some
major damage to a stripper pole.
You have no idea.
Bobby!
Welcome back.
♪♪ [Piano: Ballad]
[Door Opens] [Footsteps]
Jax? [Tara] It's me.
- I told Jax I'd come by.
- You didn't need to do that.
I wanted to.
Come on. There we go.
That's a good boy.
There we go.
You on the pill?
Just wondering.
You got that look.
The aching, empty-womb look?
Something like that.
You think I'm using
Jax to get knocked up?
No. Jesus, I hope not.
You gonna trap someone,
make sure they've got money.
Where are you on this, Gemma?
Me and Jax.
You care what I
think? Jax cares.
You really want my advice?
Total disclosure.
What do you mean? 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.
I'm... not sure I wanna know.
Then this'll never last.
Did John Teller
tell you everything?
You love the man.
You learn to love the club.
If you can do that,
there's no truth
you can't handle.
Good night.
[Chattering] ♪♪
[Jukebox: Man Vocalizing]
[Bottle Shatters]
♪ It's a fine line ♪
♪ About a mile down ♪
♪♪ [Continues, Indistinct]
Glad you're back,
bro! Yeah, me too.
Shit. Me too.
Got a lot to catch up on.
Yeah.
I should let you get
back to your dinner.
[Laughing]
[Sighs] ♪♪ [Radio:
Man Singing Ballad]
[Horn Honking]
Help, please! Oh,
God, help me, please!
My baby swallowed something.
He's choking. Please help me.
All right.
- What did he swallow?
- A... A bottle cap
or something.
[Groans]
[Door Opens]
- Hi.
- What happened to the party?
Saw Bobby.
Didn't feel like staying.
What's the matter?
I'm just tired.
I'm gonna take a shower.
[Sniffs]
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.
I tell you the truth.
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.
I helped Opie kill a man today.
Retaliation for Donna.
Shot him in the head.
I'm goin' to bed.
♪♪ [Rock Intro]
[Man] ♪ If you're goin'
down to snowflakes storm ♪
♪ When rivers freeze
and summers end ♪
♪ Please see she
has a coat so warm ♪
[Ragged Breathing]
♪ To keep her from
the howlin' winds ♪
[Grunts] [Man, Indistinct]
♪ Please see for me
that her hair hangs long ♪
♪ And rolls and flows
all down her breast ♪
What do you want?
Do you know who I am? You
know what I can do to you?
Take off the mask, you
goddamn filthy piece of shit!
- [Groans]
- [Gemma Grunts]
[Screaming] No!
[Screaming]
No! No!
[Screaming] No!
♪ I'm wonderin' if she
remembers me at all ♪
♪ Many times I often pray ♪
♪ In the darkness of my night ♪
♪ And in the brightness ♪
♪ Of my day ♪
Bobby's passed out.
Facedown in Red
Bush Mountain. [Laughs]
Good to have him back.
Yeah.
We're gonna come
out the other side of this.
Yeah, we are.
Shit always works out.
♪ If you're traveling down
to the north country fair ♪
[Grunting]
♪ Winds hit heavy on
the borderline ♪ [Moans]
- ♪ Remember me to one
who lives there ♪
- [Grunts]
I'm sorry, ma'am.
We're almost done.
[Muttering] Please. 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 Unzips]
♪ She once was a
true love of mine ♪
[Grunting]
♪ She once was a
true love of mine ♪♪
English - US - Line 21
[Man] One, two, three,
four, five, six, seven...
[Screams] ♪♪ [Hard Rock]
♪ I've 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 runnin' 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 ♪
[No Audible Dialogue]
♪ 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 ♪ [Children, Indistinct]
- ♪ Left the keys ♪
- Will you two quit
horsing around?
Are you picking us up from school,
Gramps? I don't know. We'll see.
I love you. See you, sweetheart.
You take care of your
sister, kid. Do you hear me?
Okay, Gramps.
♪ No easy way to be free ♪
♪ Slip kid ♪
♪ 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 runnin' in the rain
Gonna run till my feet are raw ♪
- ♪ Slip kid, slip kid
Slip out of trouble ♪
- Sack, new targets.
- Put 'em up. Put 'em up.
- ♪ Slip over here
and set me free ♪
- ♪ Slip kid, slip kid ♪ - [Cameron]
What do you think, gentlemen?
- ♪ You're slidin' down the hill
like me ♪
- All right. Let's talk.
♪ No easy way to be free ♪♪
Okay! Hey, hey, hey!
Hey! Tell him to stop! Stop!
Yeah, way to go. Real funny.
Blow off my one last
nut. Great sponsor.
The Russian pipeline's dried up.
Hooked up with a
source out of Jabalia.
Run 'em through Dungloe.
- How do these break down
to ship?
- They don't.
- Come assembled.
- That's not our business.
I know.
Where you goin' with this, Cam?
True I.R.A.'s pickin' up momentum.
North country's gettin' hot.
Need to step up the cash
flow. Keep the anger focused.
You want the Sons to run 'em?
Northern Cali. Oregon.
Washington. I don't know if you heard,
but we got out of the errand
business some time back.
We buy wholesale. We
assemble. We sell retail.
End of story. Yeah.
Come on, Clay.
We both know you've still got
an A.T.F. target on your back.
You really think it's safe filling this
new space with illegal gun parts?
- What's your deal?
- We sell, ship, store.
You load your
saddlebags, deliver.
Charter to charter.
Give you 20%.
We get 60%, we assemble our own.
We carry all the
risk and overhead.
My son'll be your
point guy in Cali.
This is a win-win,
Clay. [Exhales]
We'll let you talk it through.
Come on, Eddie.
That's bullshit. They've still got
access to the Russian surplus.
They'll just try to stonewall
us so we'll play along.
The mick pricks.
He's right about the feds.
Doesn't matter what dummy corp
we use, or how far off the grid we are.
If A.T.F. puts a tail
on any one of us,
we're gonna lead
'em right back here.
What do you think, V.P.?
- Go get the Irish.
- 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 M.C. Pony Express
is gonna cost you 30%.
Twenty-five.
Twenty-eight... And
the Russian stock.
Okay.
It's a temporary fix, boys.
Keeps us in the gun
business till the heat wears off.
I mean, we're runnin'
out of road here.
Call a vote, Prez.
All in favor.
Deal.
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.
Rosen told me my case was
thrown out three weeks ago.
You mind telling me why
I'm just gettin' 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.
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'd you get?
Peace of mind.
Now that we're keepin'
the Oakland business,
who the hell are we
gonna sell guns to?
Niners? Mayans? Who?
Opie back yet?
- Today.
- All right. Let's sit down
and figure out the move.
Yeah. We should do that.
Cap.
Opie's gonna want payback
for Donna's death, right?
Jax and Piney both
know it wasn't the Niners.
Any ideas where the hell
we're gonna land with this?
Give Trammel a call.
- We're gonna need
some police intel.
- I can do that.
[Exhales] Must be very
frustrating, Mr. Hale.
Every surrounding town
from Stockton to Lodi...
has grown nearly 70%
in the last two decades.
Except Charming.
SAMCRO has sabotaged...
every major development effort
that's come through Charming.
Coercion and violence.
Easy to do when the
local cop's in your pocket.
Kid brother'll 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 gonna
give it back to the folks who live here.
And that salvation nets
you a tidy real estate profit.
Progress has its rewards.
[Woman] Hi. Over in the corner.
I'm sure we can find a
way to help each other.
David, glad you could join us.
Like you to meet Ethan Zobelle.
A.J. Weston.
[Woman] Can I get you anything,
David? Uh, just some coffee, Anna.
You got it.
So what's this about, Jake?
I reached out to your family...
Asked for an introduction.
Ethan owns cigar shops.
Stockton, Alameda, Millbrae.
Planning on opening a
shop here in Charming?
I have my eye on a storefront.
We'll need to know we've got the right
support before we commit to Charming.
Support? To protect
our investment.
We're aware of
your outlaw problem.
Your brother has brought me
up to speed on your struggle.
[Exhales] I'm guessing
this isn't about cigars.
Ethan shares a common interest.
The Sons of Anarchy have been
supplying weapons to gang members...
for over a decade.
It's time it stopped.
League of American Nationalists.
The League represents an
influential group of businessmen...
who are tired of criminals
undermining local enterprise. Right.
And how many black and Latino
businessmen in your influential group?
None.
I know who you are. White hate.
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.
That all white men
are created equal.
What the hell do you want
from me? Call us what you want.
We have the same goal... Stop
scumbags from arming scumbags.
We just want you to know...
we are at your
disposal if you need us.
Come on, David.
I'm sorry. His, uh,
self-righteousness gets the best of him.
Ahh! I admire his frankness.
Davy!
Do you know what those guys do?
Since when do you
smoke up with neo-Nazis?
I know who they
are. I'm not an idiot.
Charming is our town, Davy.
Dad tried for years
to get it back from
SAMCRO. He couldn't,
but you and me... We can.
I'm not gonna swap one
outlaw for another one.
The League's got no interest in
Charming. For them it's all about race.
And that makes it okay?
Grow up, little brother.
[Motorcycles Revving]
[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 ♪♪
♪♪ [Radio: Man Singing, Faint]
[Motorcycle Approaching]
It's good to see you, brother.
Yeah.
How was the walkabout?
I'm doin' okay.
What's this? Holy shit.
Panhead E.G. Sixty-three?
Sixty-five. Where'd you find it?
C.H.P. pulled me
over outside of Ukiah.
I started bullshitting with him and he
turned me on to this used-parts guy.
Electra Glide was just...
rotting behind some garage.
It's all there. Stock.
That'll keep you
busy. That's the plan.
I missed you, bro.
How's everybody doin'?
You know. Gettin' it done.
We made a new
deal with the Irish.
Gonna run handguns up the
coast till the A.T.F. heat dies down.
What does that do to business?
We keep supplyin' Oakland.
We need to figure out
who that supply goes to.
Retaliation? Yeah.
We're sittin' down
to figure it out.
Waited until you got back.
[Footsteps Approaching]
- Hey, Jax.
- Hey, Mary.
He's too skinny, right?
We'll beef him up.
Kids'll be so glad to see you. I
got some things to take care of.
You mind pickin' 'em up from
school, Ma? It can wait, man.
No. I... I'll see
the kids later, Ma.
See you at the clubhouse.
[Sighs]
Ope loves his kids.
We all just gotta
give him a minute.
- Take care of him, Jax.
- [Motorcycle Departing]
Yeah.
[Woman on P.A., Indistinct]
- He's perfect.
- The echoes?
Clean. C.B.C.'s,
C.M.P.'s are all normal.
His weight needs to come
up a little, but other than that...
He's still real fussy
with the feedings.
Could be the lactose.
We... We can try soy-base.
I don't wanna turn him
into a little vegan pussy.
He can drink it in his
wife-beater Onesie. Oh.
Dr. Funny.
How's his sleep apnea?
You're there pretty much
every night. Times I'm there,
he is sleeping fine. Good.
[Police Radio Chatter]
Heard Ope's back. Yeah.
You seen him?
He's doin' okay.
That's why I'm here.
Look, this guy's
been through enough.
Yeah. Mm-hmm.
So whoever was
responsible for killing Donna,
you and me can't prove it.
The suspicions we
have don't help Ope.
Well, if he asks me,
I'm not gonna lie to him...
just because I can't prove it
was Clay. 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.
All right. I'll protect Ope.
I'll keep my
suspicions to myself.
You've gotta 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 gotta
let him step down.
I'll do what I can to
make that happen.
Wayne?
Gemma.
The little guy's
doin' okay? Yeah.
Gotta beef him up
a little. [Chuckles]
How about you?
[Scoffs] Right as rain.
This is just a follow up.
Where you at with it?
The B.C.G.'s are keepin'
it contained in my bladder.
Guess that's good.
Yeah.
You waitin' on Della?
She ain't a fan of hospitals.
Hale's pickin' me up.
We'll wait with ya.
[Fusses]
I'm glad he's doin' good. Mmm.
I think Jax is gonna
make a real good daddy.
[Scoffs] I'll make sure of that.
[Chuckling] No doubt.
It's for my heart condition.
[Chuckles]
Miracle drug.
[Man Whistles] Hey, jefe.
Talked over your
offer with my guys.
Talked over? It's a no-brainer.
See, I'm a little fuzzy
about your end in this.
And what exactly goes
into the League's pocket?
You think this is
about money for us?
You got kids, Darby?
No. I just pulled my
six-year-old out of T-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.
Business is down 30%. I
can't afford the white guys.
Never put money before race.
This is 5,000. It should get
you operational inside Charming.
[Laughs]
And when Clay finds out that I'm
dealing crank and pussy in his backyard?
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.
I got nothin' to hide.
It's not about hiding.
You haven't earned it.
I talked to Hale.
He understands.
Yeah, right.
Hey. Keepin' this between us...
It's the best thing, for now.
You hear what I'm sayin', Piney?
Clay tried to kill my son.
Slaughtered his wife by mistake.
I'm depending on you
to make that right, kid.
Look, you gotta trust me, Piney.
Me fixin' things doesn't
happen quick or easy.
Right now, it's
about protecting Ope.
Yeah. We'll see.
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.
- Thanks.
Yeah. Now we gotta deal
with the underbelly of this.
Those bullets that killed her...
They were meant for you.
We gotta settle that.
Had to be the Niners.
Unser said it was a gangsta
S.U.V., black guy driving.
No one saw who was
driving, Ope. No one.
We're pretty sure
the guy was not black.
He was brown. Right.
Mayans? How do you know?
Jax and Piney talked with Laroy,
so we know it wasn't the Niners.
That's right.
As far as Laroy's
concerned, the, uh,
Niners and the S.O.A. are good.
And you believed
him? [Jax] Yeah.
We did.
I know the truth when I hear it.
[Tig] It's gotta be Alvarez.
He thinks we set him
up, we took his money...
and then we left him behind
to get shredded by the Niners.
I had Trammel look into it.
Black Range Rover got jacked...
outside a bar in
Alameda that same night.
Turns up two days later...
few miles down the road from
the Mayan clubhouse in Hayward.
MAC-10 casings on the floor.
- Same kinda gun killed Donna.
- There was prints on the dash.
Before the end of the day, we
are gonna know who was driving.
I, uh, convinced Trammel
to let us handle the arrest.
I'm the one who kills him.
Agreed.
- You, Tig and Chibs.
- And me.
Yeah, I want Jax.
All right.
[Door Opens] ♪♪ [Radio: Rock]
Looks like Trammel
earned his pay.
You got something
you need to say?
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.
We all love Ope. He needs this.
And we're gonna give it to him.
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.
You better be real careful how
you navigate around this one.
Or what? You gonna put a
bullet in the back of my head too?
[Bells Chiming]
[Speaking Spanish]
That's him.
Restocking his dealers.
Elian Perez.
Out of Corcoran three
months ago... manslaughter.
A Chinese menu of
drug and assault charges.
How do we want to do this?
Too many eyes here.
He's on the move.
♪♪ [Rock Beat]
[Tires Squeal]
This block's dead. Yeah.
Take the wheel.
Here we go.
Yo. Pull up on his left.
♪ Corporation bigwigs
keep us alive, boy ♪
♪ You can try to run
Baby, you can't hide ♪
- Around the back!
- [Tires Squeal]
♪ So keep a blast
of love and napalm ♪
♪ A-rollin' through your head ♪
♪ I never had the
nerve to love you ♪
♪ I couldn't find my way ♪
♪ But now I got the
chops to nail you ♪
♪ On radiation day ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
[Chibs] Slam that
bastard! [Horn Honks]
♪ Ow ♪♪
Go! Get out! Drive!
Yo, man.
Get up. Give him to me.
Give him to me.
What the hell, man?
Come here. Move it.
Move it! Move it!
♪♪ [Radio: Blues-rock]
[Abel Cooing]
Planning a trip?
I'm just seein' what
charters we're gonna
need to make this
thing work with the Irish.
If it involves you and
a map, we're screwed.
You sayin' I got no
sense of direction?
I'm sayin' you need a G.P.S. to get
from the driveway to the front door.
Ahh! You know I'd be
lost without you, baby.
Got that right.
How'd it go with Opie? Oh, good.
We determined it
was a Mayan problem.
We're takin' care of it.
Jax? He's on board.
Just like I told you.
Is that what you told me?
Mm-hmm. Mmm.
Mm-hmm. [Abel Crying]
I hired Neeta to help with him.
Neeta? Oh, Jesus.
There goes my
under-aged nanny fantasy.
Actually,
it's time for your 2:00 feeding.
Oh. Oh!
[Shouting, Indistinct]
Tell me you did it.
What?
Tell me you killed my wife.
I don't know what the hell
you're talkin' about, man.
Tell me you pulled
up behind her...
and unloaded an entire
clip into the back of her head.
No! I didn't kill
your wife, man.
You got the wrong
guy, homes. Ope!
Go with 'em. Go on.
[Perez] This wasn't
the Mayans, man.
Not our shit. I swear.
We got no beef with Sam Crow.
What the hell you doin', man?
I'm not leaving here with any doubt.
The longer this takes,
the greater the risk.
Ope, just do the guy,
and let's get the
hell out of here.
You guys can go.
I gotta do this my way.
Listen to me. If it was Tara
with her head blown off,
you'd be ripping off that
guy's fingers, one by one.
I gotta know, Jax.
Okay.
[Gun Cocks]
What the hell are you
doing, man? Shut up.
Let me... Aah.
What's going on, man?
I won't say anything. I won't.
- [Groaning] - [Chibs] Tig!
Guy broke loose,
reached for my gun.
I had to blow him up,
man. I'm sorry, Ope.
[Groaning]
No doubt, bro.
This guy killed Donna.
[Groaning, Gurgling]
Jesus Christ.
- So Alvarez
knows who and why.
- Get rid of those guns.
You guys take the van.
Head back. I'll dump the body.
You're dropping him on Mayan turf.
You can't do it on your own, Jackie boy.
You guys need to be there
when the feds drop off Bobby.
I got this.
Ope?
It's done.
[Cell Phone Rings]
Jesus Christ.
[Ringing Continues]
- Hey.
- Hey, baby.
How's the kid? That
is one tough little man.
Lab work is all good. Heart
and tummy looking strong.
- That's great.
- You okay?
Yeah, I'm just in
the middle of it.
Uh, am I gonna see
you later? 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.
I'll come by. Relieve
her. Okay, that'd be good.
Love you.
I love you too.
[Sighs]
♪♪ [Stereo: Rock, Faint]
♪♪ [Humming]
Oh, shit! Balls! Shit.
I'm so sorry. I, uh... I
was just putting this here.
- Either join in
or get out, sparky.
- Okay.
You didn't really mean
that you want me to...
Get out!
[Gemma Sighs]
[Abel Crying] [Laughing]
Shit.
Aw, kids, huh?
I'm sorry, my love. Mmm.
I meant what I said, you know.
I would be lost without you.
I'm right here, baby.
Ahh.
That's my good boy.
[Chattering, Laughing]
♪♪ [Stereo: Rock]
We good? Yeah.
Things got a little complicated.
- I wanna know?
- No worries.
Jax cleaned it up.
Think this moves him past it?
[Tig] Opie? I don't know, man.
He's working some shit out.
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.
Love you too, Pop.
What the hell is this?
Garage is closed.
We're not here
for, uh, car repairs.
I understand you're
a Camacho fan.
Who are you?
Just dropping by to give
you a little friendly advice.
And what advice would that be?
We feel it would be
best for all concerned...
if you stopped dealing arms to
the One-Niners and the Mayans.
[Snickers, Laughs]
[Laughing] I don't even know
what you're talking about.
We're just mechanics
and Harley lovers.
That's one of Darby's
guys back there.
Mr. Darby is one
of our supporters.
Mmm.
Expensive car.
Hell of a suit. All your teeth.
Must be the top of the
Aryan food chain, huh?
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 Cocks]
Are you gonna
shoot me, Mr. Trager?
With all these witnesses?
[Clay Exhales] Look, uh,
I don't know what
Darby told ya...
and, uh, I don't know
what your angle is,
but... let me be real clear.
Nobody threatens Sam Crow.
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,
it will kill you.
And I don't give a shit how
many witnesses there are.
My shop opens in a few weeks.
Until then...
Enjoy.
[Crowd Murmuring] Sorry, ma'am.
- I wanna know everything.
- You got it.
Good work.
Who the hell's that?
[Clay] Aw, friend of Darby's.
Nothin' to worry about.
[Cracks]
♪♪ [Heavy Metal]
[Chattering, Laughing]
- [Man] Yo!
- [Cheering, Laughing]
[Man] Prep a burger!
He's gonna be...
He's gonna be hungry.
[Snickering]
Thanks for givin' him a
lift. What do I owe you?
No charge.
Enjoy the party. Hey, you
wanna stick around for a while?
I'm sure you could do some
major damage to a stripper pole.
You have no idea.
Bobby!
Welcome back.
♪♪ [Piano: Ballad]
[Door Opens] [Footsteps]
Jax? [Tara] It's me.
- I told Jax I'd come by.
- You didn't need to do that.
I wanted to.
Come on. There we go.
That's a good boy.
There we go.
You on the pill?
Just wondering.
You got that look.
The aching, empty-womb look?
Something like that.
You think I'm using
Jax to get knocked up?
No. Jesus, I hope not.
You gonna trap someone,
make sure they've got money.
Where are you on this, Gemma?
Me and Jax.
You care what I
think? Jax cares.
You really want my advice?
Total disclosure.
What do you mean? 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.
I'm... not sure I wanna know.
Then this'll never last.
Did John Teller
tell you everything?
You love the man.
You learn to love the club.
If you can do that,
there's no truth
you can't handle.
Good night.
[Chattering] ♪♪
[Jukebox: Man Vocalizing]
[Bottle Shatters]
♪ It's a fine line ♪
♪ About a mile down ♪
♪♪ [Continues, Indistinct]
Glad you're back,
bro! Yeah, me too.
Shit. Me too.
Got a lot to catch up on.
Yeah.
I should let you get
back to your dinner.
[Laughing]
[Sighs] ♪♪ [Radio:
Man Singing Ballad]
[Horn Honking]
Help, please! Oh,
God, help me, please!
My baby swallowed something.
He's choking. Please help me.
All right.
- What did he swallow?
- A... A bottle cap
or something.
[Groans]
[Door Opens]
- Hi.
- What happened to the party?
Saw Bobby.
Didn't feel like staying.
What's the matter?
I'm just tired.
I'm gonna take a shower.
[Sniffs]
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.
I tell you the truth.
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.
I helped Opie kill a man today.
Retaliation for Donna.
Shot him in the head.
I'm goin' to bed.
♪♪ [Rock Intro]
[Man] ♪ If you're goin'
down to snowflakes storm ♪
♪ When rivers freeze
and summers end ♪
♪ Please see she
has a coat so warm ♪
[Ragged Breathing]
♪ To keep her from
the howlin' winds ♪
[Grunts] [Man, Indistinct]
♪ Please see for me
that her hair hangs long ♪
♪ And rolls and flows
all down her breast ♪
What do you want?
Do you know who I am? You
know what I can do to you?
Take off the mask, you
goddamn filthy piece of shit!
- [Groans]
- [Gemma Grunts]
[Screaming] No!
[Screaming]
No! No!
[Screaming] No!
♪ I'm wonderin' if she
remembers me at all ♪
♪ Many times I often pray ♪
♪ In the darkness of my night ♪
♪ And in the brightness ♪
♪ Of my day ♪
Bobby's passed out.
Facedown in Red
Bush Mountain. [Laughs]
Good to have him back.
Yeah.
We're gonna come
out the other side of this.
Yeah, we are.
Shit always works out.
♪ If you're traveling down
to the north country fair ♪
[Grunting]
♪ Winds hit heavy on
the borderline ♪ [Moans]
- ♪ Remember me to one
who lives there ♪
- [Grunts]
I'm sorry, ma'am.
We're almost done.
[Muttering] Please. 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 Unzips]
♪ She once was a
true love of mine ♪
[Grunting]
♪ She once was a
true love of mine ♪♪
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