Sons of Anarchy (2008–2014): Season 2, Episode 10 - Balm - full transcript

While the repo business proves more fruitful than the club ever imagined, ATF Agent Stahl gets up close and personal with the MC. Meanwhile, tension between Jax and Clay forces Gemma to make a tough decision.

Yeah? What's up, man?

Thank you. Nomad president.

All right. Yeah. No. Thanks.

Quinn accepted Jax.
He's waiting on our answer.

Is he really going
through with this?

Yep.

I didn't strike the
goddamn match.

Maybe that's a case
you make to Jax.

If he really believes
that I would burn down

Caracara, I got no
reason to keep him around.

Need a full table.



Vote's got to be unanimous.

Jesus Christ.

What do you want? No
one's heard from you in weeks.

So?

So... making sure
you're not dead.

Well, am I?

You smell like shit. When's
the last time you took a shower?

You really come all the way up
here to give me hygiene tips, did you?

I got news. I wanted
you to hear it from me.

I think it's best I go Nomad.

I gave you John's book so you'd make
things right. And you gave me your word.

I'm trying, Piney. Ah.

- Did you read it?
- A long time ago.

Yeah, well, it's not
exactly a how-to manual.



It's half angry manifesto,
half M.C. love letter.

I'm trying to read between
the lines here, to see the path.

Your father saw this coming.

Saw the feds, the
Irish, guys like Zobelle.

And he knew we
were gonna die bloody.

We're not gonna die bloody. Hmm.

We will... if you give up.

If I don't get away
from Clay now,

one of us is gonna end up dead.

And we both know
who that should be.

Don't we?

Look, if you're not number two
when Clay's hands freeze up,

who becomes leader then?

I mean, Tig? Bobby?

You wanna, uh, trust your
father's legacy to those two clowns?

Hey.

This is just a detour
on a very long road.

I don't have a long road.

Now, you think
about this move, son,

because it's just a reaction.

It's not a solution.

Hmm?

I guess you told him.

Yeah.

Can't wrap my head
around it either, brother.

You called me on
it months ago, man.

When it comes to Clay, I'm not sure
anything I do is for the good of the club.

He's your father, Jax.

My father died on
580, 16 years ago.

♪ 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 ♪♪

I got Quinn's letter
of acceptance.

Not now, bro.

Abracadabra!

I'm free!

Jackie Boy! Elvis!

Put it on.

Clearly there's been some
brain damage. You wish.

Waah!

Pretty sure he was this
stupid before he got here.

How you doing?

All right.

What's going on with Zobelle?

It's complicated, man.
Got the feds in town.

Us going to County.

He's got to go away. I know.

We'll settle the score. Just
get you home first, brother.

Hey-hey!

Yeah!

Thank you.

See you later. Okay.

Trouble down
below? I don't know.

I think the swelling's
getting worse.

Well, I got a
perfect cure for that.

Let's go to Caracara, get
ourselves a couple of lovelies each.

Warehouse burned
down, man. When?

Who? We don't know yet.

Jax thinks Clay did
it to kill the porno biz.

Why the hell would
Clay try to kill porn?

I don't know. He wants
us focused on guns.

Jesus Christ.

- That's why Jax
is talking Nomad.
- Nomad?

- Make a left.
- Why?

Make a left.

Shit.

Jax!

Where they going?
Shit. I got this.

Meet me back at the clubhouse.

Chibs, what the hell are
we doing here? Oh, Chibs!

Jesus!

What the hell's the
matter with you?

Chibs, wait! Explain to me.

- Explain what?
- Why you mick bastards are selling guns...

to the piece of shit
that blew me up.

- Should we go in?
- Christ, man.

- No.
- The feds were
all over you guys.

- What was I supposed to do?
- That's not the answer
I'm looking for.

Let him go, Chibs.

Put the gun down.

Down.

Careful, brother.

You'll pop your sutures.

Got every right to
blow his head off.

Things went sideways
when McKeavy died.

I should've been stateside
to handle that transition.

It was too late.

Sons have got a new pipeline.

No. They don't.

Enough.

Enough!

How are you, Jackson?

Been better, Jimmy.
Chibs, come on.

Let's get out of here.

You are not my V.P. anymore.

Nomad.

Prospect, let's roll.

Time to press the Scot.

Put eyes on him.

I'll give the prince
one last chance.

Chibby! Iron man.

Jax going Nomad.
Caracara burning down.

- Anything else I don't know?
- We were gonna let you heal.

Well, I'm all better now.

Let's just save it
for the table, boys.

Welcome home, baby. Hi, darlin'.

My guardian angel.

I've got a repo run.

Sack, let's go.

Chibs, catch you up.

Come on.

Welcome back.

You tell her, or I will.

What's up? Text was vague.

You got a warrant?

You see me searching?

I got nothing to say to you.

Hey, what's
happening, little man?

Where's Neeta? I sent
her out for groceries.

Look at you two...
Ozzie and Harriet.

Oh, shut up.

Get out, now.

I was just curious, Jax. I just wanted to
know why you were leaving SAMCRO.

Give me a minute.

I'm sorry. I, uh... I thought
old ladies were privy.

Has she got issues
with the extracurricular?

Just say it. Same pitch.

The Irish screwed you,
so you screw them back.

More importantly, you
screw Ethan Zobelle.

You even the score.
You protect the M.C.

Same response. I don't rat.

Sons are living in
grace, sweetheart.

You're not my target now.

But if you don't help
me, I will come after you.

Uh, is Tara a legal guardian?

Because I would really hate to see
that perfect boy end up in the system.

You're so full of shit.

Oh, you know, I, uh...

I do wanna thank you...

for confirming a
suspicion of mine though.

Agent Kohn.

A.T.F. always assumed that he went AWOL,
but, uh, I never believed that though.

We both know that
he's more than missing.

He's wherever
he's supposed to be.

Well, when I'm done
burying the Irish,

I'll just go digging
into Charming,

maybe find me a
shallow grave, hmm?

And I always thought that you
were too damn pretty to be a killer.

Wish I could say the same.

You okay?

What was she talking about?

I'm joining the Nomad
charter of the Sons.

It means I'm still a
member of the M.C.,

just not attached
to any one town.

Leave Charming? No.

The rest of the Nomads
are spread out north.

I attend church at different places,
put a few more miles on my bike.

I got to do this, Tara. I need
space between me and Clay.

How do you fix Sam Crow
if you're not a part of it?

I can't do what I need to
do with this guy in place.

I ride independently for a few
years and wait for him to step down.

A few years? We've barely made
it through the last few months.

You made this
decision without me.

It's the right thing.
If it's the right thing,

then why were you
afraid to tell me?

You're gonna be late for work.

I'll wait for Neeta.

No! Just doing our jobs, ma'am.

Son of a bitch. I need my truck.

Ow, lady!

All my beads are in
there. They're very rare.

I'm a bead weaver. It's
how I make money. Please.

Contact the finance company.

Please.

I'm sorry.

Yep? Listen, you and Bobby
got all that fishing gear yesterday.

I got dibs on this shit.

You gonna start weaving beads?

Maybe. Did a lot
of macramé in Iraq.

Oh, shit.

Clay! Tig.

Bullets. Goddamn.

Unstamped. Homemade.

We hauled it from
the Wahewa land.

Wow. I don't know too many
hunters using nine mil for deer.

Nationwide ammo shortage. Pick up
the porn slack we get ahold of this supply.

We should talk to the squaw.

Is he supposed to be driving?

Goddamn.

What?

Jax says he's joining
the Nomad charter.

Needs to get away from Clay.

Jesus Christ.

Oh!

Shit that's been going on around
here, maybe it's a good solution.

No. It's... It's not.

Nomad is...

Nomad is M.C. purgatory.
No family, no roots.

He seems convinced
it's the best thing.

Yeah, well, he's so deep in his hate
for Clay, he don't know what's best.

Yeah, but isn't that hatred
a... good reason to step away?

Look, you don't want Jax in a
charter scattered across four states.

On the road alone,

the list of enemies we have?

You want that phone call telling
you where to pick up the body?

Shit.

Asshole!

You stupid... Get off me!
You trying to kill me! Come on!

Watch it. Stop. Watch his head.

All right, let
him up. It's okay.

You okay?

Jesus.

You get blown up. Jax quits.

You are in a charter that neither
protects nor retains its members.

What do you want?

Jimmy O'Phelan.

I know that you
two have history.

I know he excommunicated
you from the I.R.A.,

that he stole your wife,
raised your daughter,

left you with a, uh, little
reminder you'd never forget.

Great.

Thanks for that little
trip down memory lane.

Are we done here? You hate him.

We both know...
that he's the devil.

So...

maybe we help each other, huh?

Think about it.

Hey.

Were you gonna tell me?

Of course I was gonna tell you.

I just...

I just didn't wanna say
anything until things were certain.

Are things certain?

Vote's tonight.

Sit.

The other day you, uh... you
asked me what was in that box.

It wasn't just old T-shirts.

I know.

Why'd you burn it?

I didn't know
what to do with it.

And now?

It was after Thomas died.

Your dad was lost.

Darkest part of his life.

You want it back?

No. I think it's
good you have it.

Well, if I know your father,

there's more than one copy.

Yeah.

I loved your dad...

more than... more
than I've loved any man.

Great lay.

Smart. Big heart.

And very complicated.

Sound familiar?

His complications killed him.

What do you mean?

I don't think your father's
death was an accident.

I think he hated his life,

and he let the road take it.

I don't want that same
fate for you, Jackson.

Things I do, I do
to keep you safe.

Less complicated. I know, Mom.

Nomad.

It's a bad idea.

Page 449.

Thanks for coming.

Was worried about you.

I'm well. What is it, Fi?

Filip.

Sorry, love.

Sit down.

Want a drink?

I'm not stateside for the Sons.

Came to close a
distribution deal.

I had no idea how
muddled things had become.

Edmond and Cameron wouldn't
take a piss without your permission.

You see what happens
when you give men some rope.

Shit only works when
I handle it myself.

That's my lesson here.

I want a sit-down with Clay.

Get us back together.

You expect me to recommend?
Our bond with the Sons runs deep.

Belfast charter's been our right hand
since '87. Not gonna jeopardize that.

I'm not your errand boy,
Jimmy. Aye, Filip. You are.

I banished you,
took what's yours.

These are the facts.
You do as I say.

Go to hell, Jimmy.

Have you seen any recent
pictures of Kerrianne?

She's all Fiona.

Gorgeous.

Reaching that magical change.

Tight little curves.

Breasts popping.

Timely, actually.

Fiona's looks fading. Can
hardly catch an edge anymore.

But Kerrianne...

The thoughts that
enter my brain.

Impure.

Awful, I think.

But then I recall
she's not my daughter.

So what's the sin?

Even if she does call me "dad."

Piss off. Piss off.

Put it away.

You set the meeting with Clay,

and we'll work out
this misunderstanding.

What is this? Big
fan of your beadwork.

- Where are the boxes?
- Who's pressing your bullets?

That's our ammo,
you son of a bitch.

Mother, wait inside.

Tonto, speak up, will ya?

- My name is Ferdinand.
- Hey, Ferdinand.

We sell guns. You make bullets.

Now, I can either
help you or crush you.

- Okay.
- Smart boy.

You've been
quiet about all this.

Nobody asked my opinion.

Right.

So now I'm asking.

Well, I don't think Clay
sabotaged Caracara.

You wanna believe it.

Makes it easy for
you to hate him.

Go see Unser.

Fire dick info should be in.

See what he knows.

You think going
Nomad's a bad idea?

I think this club needs a
psychic shift of some sort...

Get it past
whatever this shit is.

Maybe you going Nomad is it.

Maybe not.

Dr. Jessie, call 228.

Dr. Jessie, call 228.

Dr. Mason didn't call you?
Well, I haven't returned yet.

I have to scrub in.
Umbilical hernia repair.

Dr. Barclay is
taking the surgery.

- Why?
- The ruse you played
with Filip Telford.

I don't know what you're
talking about. Faking symptoms...

to extend his critical status.

It was unethical, dangerous
and a breach of insurance law.

He said he had severe
head pain. Come on, Doctor.

The biker's not that clever.
He was coached by you.

I was taking care of
a vulnerable patient.

By breaking the
law? By doing my job.

You'll get an opportunity to
explain yourself to the board.

Until then, I've had your
privileges suspended.

No worries about the cops?

We supply tribal police.

State and local law
enforcement have no jurisdiction.

All you're pressing
are nine mil.

Can you make 7.62, AK rounds?

Full metal jacket
or hollow point?

Ooh. Hollow.

How long would it
take to press a case?

A thousand rounds.
A couple hours.

Who says you can't make an
honest deal with the white man?

There's something else.

Mushrooms.

- Fair price.
- Psychedelics?

Nah. We don't deal, chief.

Then neither do we.

Oh, let me guess.

Some state law allows you to
grow psychs for religious purposes.

Vision quest and whatnot?

You know people
who deal. Call them.

I do know some serious people.

I have some serious fungi.

Prospect.

Huh? Get in here.

Come in.

Taste test.

Mushrooms. Tripping mushrooms?

Need to know if
they're any good.

- They smell like shit.
- They grow on shit.

Yeah. I know you love 'em.

Yeah. But we got
the vote later. I...

I can proxy for you.

Really? Yeah.

Pouncing on its prey
which consistently...

Hey, how's our
favorite pincushion?

Good. Shit, I miss you guys.

Miss you too, little Rican.

Man, should've been
out of here days ago,

but still got a little
blood in my stool.

Nice. Appreciate the update.

Trust me, man.
You're better off in here.

Yeah, I know. Heard
about Caracara.

That shit sucks.
What do we know?

What?

You're gonna need
to proxy a vote.

- For?
- I'm asking for transfer.

Nomad.

Guess it's been coming.

Yeah.

I'll let you give
your vote to Bobby.

Hey.

You remember
what you said to me...

when I told you that
I wanted to prospect?

Blood family, my hometown.

All that shit moves back a row.

Once you're patched, the
members are your family.

This charter is your home.

So this is how it works.

You do not touch Sam Crow.

I don't want the
Sons. I want the I.R.A.

Zobelle... the assault charges
against the club, drop them.

Well, that's not easy.
Then we are done talking.

No, okay. All right. I'll, uh...

I'll get into it. What else?

My daughter and my wife.

If I help you move on Jimmy,
he's going to think they conspired.

Fiona is not an
innocent bystander.

She's third-generation I.R.A.
Full protection and immunity.

'Cause he'll kill 'em both.

All right.

I'll bring in Fiona and I'll
task Interpol with Kerrianne.

We'll Wit Pro them.

You know, what you're
asking for here is huge.

International red
tape up the ass.

I'm gonna need some
good faith, Chibs.

I.R.A. safe house, the guns.

I can give you the location.

Edmond Hayes. He'll be there.

Maybe his old man too.

Good enough.

Remind me of your old
man you go all quiet like that.

Jax wants me to
vote to let him go.

Yeah.

Sure likes to give advice.

Won't take any though.

Reminds me of his old man.

John was stubborn.

I meant you.

Tough goddamn gig... Father.

I got so spun out...
after Donna died.

No idea how to comfort my kids.

You're a good man, Ope.

Kids... They pick
up on that shit...

and they forgive.

I hope so.

Just go home, brother.
I'll, uh... I'll wait for Laroy.

You sure? Yeah.

I'll see you at the
clubhouse. All right.

"I found myself
lost in my own club.

"I trusted few, feared most.

"Nomad offered escape and exile.

"I didn't know if leaving would
cure or kill this thing we created.

"I didn't know if it was an
act of strength or cowardice.

"I didn't know, so I stayed.

"I stayed because, in the end,

the only way I could hold this up
was to suffer under the weight of it."

Ammo's tight,

but we're running out
of shit to load 'em into.

Got a line on a new
source through the Chinese.

Should be up and running
before the end of the month.

We're losing ground,
brother. I heard.

You'll be my first
order. I promise.

Okay.

So, help me out
with the dry goods?

The shrooms gotta
be high-end, man.

Step into my office.

How's it going, Prospect? Good.

I can feel it.

It wants to cure me.

It's cool and warm
at the same time.

It's coorm.

Coorm!

Coorm!

Product quality tested by S.O.A.

Little white frat boys
will eat this shit up.

Geez!

Hi. Hey.

I thought it was
a late one for you.

I gotta get back pretty soon.

I was gonna go pick up the kids.

If you're not ready, it's...

It's the bed.

Forensics said it
was definitely arson.

Found some burn patterns.

Still running tests.

They found multiple
sets of footprints, Jax.

Blaze that size... Couldn't
have been one guy.

Had to be a crew.

My money lands on Zobelle.

Can I talk to you?

Guys, uh, why don't
you take a break.

What's on your mind?

I think maybe I was
wrong about Caracara.

I'm sorry I put it on you.

The way we've been going,
made sense at the time.

Yeah.

Me going Nomad...
What's your hit on that?

Way we've been
going, makes sense.

You want me gone?
This ain't gonna be my call.

You put this transfer in motion.

I'm not putting it on you. I'm
asking you a simple question.

Do you want me gone?

Yes.

Wanted to know about Caracara.

I told him it couldn't
have been Clay.

The club's gonna need your help.

For what?

You need to protect them.

Why? What are they gonna do?

Thank you.

Okay.

You know what's on the table.

Nomad charter accepted Jax.

Redwood... has
to vote to release.

You wanna say anything?

This is the best
thing for Sam Crow.

Yea. I got Tig's
proxy. It's a yea.

Yea.

Juice's proxy a yea.

Me.

Yea.

Yea.

Yea.

Chibs.

This what you want, Jackie boy?

For real?

Jesus.

Yea.

Unanimous.

You're free to transfer.

I'll let Quinn know.

And in business news...

- Get your hands up!
- Shit.

♪♪

Edmond Hayes?

Agent June Stahl, A.T.F.

Lovely to meet you, laddie.

You okay?

I have some
vacation time coming.

Let's just get away
for a few days.

Big Sur, the
desert. I don't care.

What about the kid?
Take him with us.

Let's just go. Tonight.

Okay.

I need to talk to you.

It's done, Ma.

Meet me at my house.

Both of you.

Now, I know that you are just
a little cog in a big green wheel.

And I am perfectly willing to
look past all these illegal guns...

and the decades of jail time,

because I want James O'Phelan.

Don't know him.
Don't know anything.

Guys.

I arrest you and seize the guns.

Then I leak a rumor
that you've turned rat.

I pick up your father
on some bullshit charge.

Unfortunately, Jimmy
believes the rumor...

and he pushes the button on you.

They'll know it's a lie.

Okay. Let's see how
that plays out, hmm?

Been stateside
the last two years.

Can't tie anything to Jimmy.

But me dad can.

He never has to know.

Sit down, both of ya.

You too, sweetheart.

Sit.

You know what it
is I have to tell them.

What is this?

♪ Mary ♪

♪ You're covered in roses ♪
The night of, uh, Bobby's party,

♪ You're covered in ashes ♪

I didn't get into an accident driving
home. ♪ You're covered in rain ♪

♪ You're covered in babies ♪
I was attacked.

♪ Covered in slashes ♪

♪ Covered in wilderness ♪

♪ Covered in stains ♪

♪ You cast aside the sheets ♪

♪ You cast aside the shroud ♪

♪ Of another man ♪

♪ Who served the world proud ♪

You greet another son ♪

♪ You lose another one ♪

♪ On some sunny day ♪

♪ And always you stay ♪

♪ Mary ♪

Minivan pulls up behind me. ♪
Jesus says Mother I couldn't stay ♪

♪ Another day longer ♪ A girl jumps
out in a panic... says her baby's choking.

♪ Flies right by and leaves
a kiss upon her face ♪

That girl was very convincing.

♪ While the angels were singing
his praises in a blaze of glory ♪

It was a goddamn
doll in the car seat.

♪ Mary stays behind and starts ♪

♪ Cleaning up the place ♪ Hit
me over the back of the head...

with a, you know... a blackjack,
something. ♪ Oh, Mary ♪

♪ She moves behind me ♪

♪ She leaves her fingerprints ♪

♪ Everywhere ♪
I'm sorry.

♪ Every time the snow
drifts ♪ I'm so sorry.

I'm just so sorry. ♪ Every
way the sand shifts ♪

♪ Even when the night lifts ♪
I came to,

♪ She's always there ♪
handcuffed to a chain link.

Utility house out by the access
road. ♪ Jesus said, Mother ♪

♪ I couldn't stay
another day longer ♪

They wore masks.

♪ He flies right by and leaves a kiss
upon her face ♪ There were three of 'em.

One who spoke,
I... I knew his voice.

♪ While the angels were
singing ♪ Tat on his throat.

♪ His praises in
a blaze of glory ♪

Zobelle's right hand... Weston.

♪ Mary stays behind and
starts cleaning up the place ♪

♪ Oh, Mary ♪

♪ You're covered in roses ♪

♪ You're covered in ruins ♪

♪ You're covered in secrets ♪

♪ You're covered in treetops ♪

♪ Covered in birds ♪

♪ Who can sing a million songs ♪
He told me to...

♪ Without any words ♪
deliver a message to you.

Stop selling guns to color. ♪
You cast aside the sheets ♪

- ♪ You cast aside the shroud ♪
- Said if I...

If I didn't tell you,
♪ Of another man ♪

that he'd find me... ♪ Who
served the world proud ♪

and do it again.

♪ Every time the snow drifts ♪

♪ Every way the sand shifts ♪

- ♪ Even when the night lifts ♪
- They raped me.

♪ She's always there ♪

All three of 'em.

♪ Jesus said Mother, I
couldn't stay ♪ More than once.

♪ Another day longer ♪

♪ He flies right by and
leaves a kiss upon her face ♪

♪ While the angels were singing
his praises in a blaze of glory ♪

♪ Mary stays behind and
starts cleaning up the place ♪

♪ Oh, Mary ♪

♪ You're covered in roses ♪

♪ You're covered in ruins ♪

♪ You're covered in secrets ♪

♪ You're covered in treetops ♪

♪ Covered in birds ♪

♪ Who can sing a million songs ♪

♪ Without any words ♪

♪ You cast aside the sheets ♪

♪ You cast aside the shroud ♪

♪ Of another man ♪

♪ Who served the world proud ♪

♪ You greet another son ♪

♪ And you lose another one ♪

♪ On some sunny day ♪

♪ And always you stay ♪

♪ Mary ♪

♪ Mary ♪♪

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