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

Jax's decision without the club's approval doesn't sit well with Clay, especially when it brings dangerous repercussions upon the MC.

[Woman] ♪ She would never
say where she came from ♪

♪ Yesterday don't matter ♪

♪ If it's gone ♪

♪ While the sun is bright ♪

♪ Or in the darkest night ♪

♪ No one knows ♪

♪ She comes and goes ♪

♪ Good-bye ♪

♪ Ruby Tuesday ♪

♪ Who could hang a name on you ♪

♪ When you change
with every new day ♪



♪ Still I'm gonna miss you ♪

♪ Don't question why she needs ♪

♪ To be so free ♪

♪ She'll tell you it's
the only way to be ♪

[Banging]

[Gasps, Muttering] ♪
She just can't be chained ♪

Gemma!

♪ To a life where nothing's
gained ♪ Are you in there?

♪ And nothing's lost ♪

Way... Wayne! Wayne!

♪ At such a cost ♪

♪ Good-bye ♪

♪ Ruby Tuesday ♪

- [Crying]
- ♪ Who could hang
a name on you ♪



Oh, my God. ♪ When you change ♪

Get... Get me out of here.
♪ With every new day ♪

♪ Still I'm gonna miss you ♪♪

[Police Radio Chatter]

How did you know I was there?

I heard it over the radio.

I recognized the
description of the car.

Anonymous tip?

Yeah.

You got to tell me
something here, Gemma.

Where you going?

St. Thomas. No.

Got to get you to the hospital.

No hospital.

[Groans]

Oh, uh, what am I supposed
to do here, Gemma? Hmm?

Give me your cell.

[Cell Phone Rings]

[Ringing] Tara, it's you.

[Ringing]

[Ringing]

[Beeps] Hello.

Jax see you leave?

I told him it was the hospital.

You need to tell me what
happened so I can help you.

Use your imagination.

Maybe we should
let her rest a while.

We have to get her
to the hospital. No.

I can't treat you in my living
room. Look, I'd have to check in.

The insurance and shit.

Everybody'll know.

We'll go home, get
you some clothes.

Then we'll pick up
Abel. I'll sign him in.

We'll say we're
running more tests.

You could get fired for that.

I'll figure it out.

Promise me... you
won't tell anyone.

Gemma. Promise.

- We gotta tell Clay.
- [Gemma] Not Clay.

Not Jax.

No one.

All right.

I... I won't say anything.

They're gonna see her face.

I know.

Stay with her, all right?

♪♪ [Rock]

[Snoring]

♪♪ [Continues]

[Cell Phone Rings]

[Ringing] [Tig Snorts]

[Ringing] [Tig Grunts]

[Ringing]

[Ringing] [Tig Gasping]

[Ringing] [Tig Grunts]

[Ringing]

What?

Yeah.

Yeah. Just a minute.

[Grunts] [Gasps]

[Bottles Clatter] I love you.

I do. [Grunts]

[Groaning] Shut up.

[Knocking] Clay.

[Door Opens]

Clay.

Clay. Get out.

Come on. It's
Alvarez on the prepay.

Alvarez? Yeah.

[Sighs] Yeah.

Niners came into my hood
and took out one of my guys.

How do you know
it was the Niners?

Niggers blew out his guts.

Got him holding up nine fingers.

Shit's going sideways out here, man. We're
gonna need those AKs, as many as you got.

I'm sorry, man.

I wanna help you out, but this
A.T.F. thing's got us tapped.

You better be telling me
some straight shit, ese.

I'm as straight
as shit gets, man.

Sorry.

[Phone Hits Wall]

I thought you said Opie
tagged that Mayan S.O.A.

He did. He carved
it on his belly.

Yeah, well, Alvarez just found the guy...
his guts blown out, holding up a nine.

Had to be Jax.

[Sighs]

Call Laroy. Tell him
it's about to jump off.

He's gonna need some guns.

Another magical day to be alive.

[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 ♪♪

All right.

I'll send somebody out.

Rosen. Otto wants to talk to us.

Here comes Captain Black.

♪♪ [Hip-hop]

♪♪ [Stops] Premium
or regular, sir?

Your intel checked out.

Dead Mayan was
flashing our sign.

Had to be the Mexicans
killed their own guy.

Guess you and me,
we're going steady again.

I'm happy to say, our little Mexican retail
experiment's in the rearview, brother.

[Camera Shutter Clicking]

You look tired, man. Yeah, well,

recreational "H" is drying up.

Ain't no stimulus package for
the middle-class powder user.

Black and brown back to
fighting over the junkie trade.

Yeah. Recession sucks.

Gonna need two dozen AKs.

All right.

They'll be simple though.
No scopes, no mods.

Need 'em tonight. I'll
call you with the location.

- [Shutter Clicking]
- Something you fellas need?

A black man can't stop
for gas in Charming?

As long as he buys enough
to get him back to the hood.

♪♪ [Hip-hop] You
boys have a nice day.

I thought we don't shit
where we eat. Relax.

Just mending some fences.

What?

There's a car out by the power
and water construction site.

- It needs a tow.
- Well, call the garage.

It's Gemma's Caddy.

She ran off the road last night
heading home from Jax's. Jesus Christ.

She all right? Yeah.

She's with Tara
at, uh, St. Thomas.

You just telling me this shit
now, right? I just found out.

I came looking for you.

Shit.

Neeta started today.

♪♪ [Stereo: Gospel]

Good morning.

Morning.

My God. What happened?

I'm fine.

I need to get him to St. Thomas.

Why? [Sniffles] I'll have
him back before lunch.

I thought he just
had all his tests.

He needs more.

Is something wrong?

No.

I'm Dr. Knowles.

I'm his doctor.

Wanna tell me
what's going on here?

I need to get both of
them to the hospital.

Maybe I should follow
you. That would be good.

[Chibs] Step aside! Step
aside! Man down! Man down!

Out of the way!

[Groans]

How's the homecoming
queen? [Juice] He's a little green.

[Groans] How's Gemma?

Better than you.

Good. Good.
All right, all right.

There's a number of small tears.

It's nothing that
won't heal on its own.

I'm gonna start you on
antibiotics right away.

It's standard procedure to treat
for chlamydia and gonorrhea,

even before the
test results are back.

Hmm. You should have a
plastic surgeon look at this.

I've been hit before.

[Knocking]

Sorry to interrupt, Doc. I
need a word with Gemma.

Let him in.

Oh, I'm sorry.

What is it?

Clay's here.

You son of a bitch.

I told him you were
in a car accident.

Wha-What?

Ran your Caddy into a concrete
barrier out by the utility shed.

Take my head off if you want.

I just didn't see any
other way to sell this.

He don't know
about nothing else.

I'll go and talk to him.

I don't wanna see him yet.

Actually, they're all here.

Jax and the guys. Jesus Christ.

Is there anyone
you didn't tell? I'll...

I'll handle it.

Maybe I should help her.

This wasn't about me.

Well, what do you mean?

What those animals did.

It was to hurt Clay.

Jax.

Anyone finds it out...

they win.

I can't let that happen.

Who's "they," honey?

That don't matter.

Hey. Hey.

How is she?

She's fine. Yeah?

Just a few bruises.

Okay, good.

And you?

Look, I'm glad you
asked for the truth.

It means a lot to me you wanted
to figure out how to make this work.

Yeah.

I have to let Clay know. Yeah.

What's going on?
Is she okay? Yeah.

Um, when she hit the barrier,

she took a pretty
good shot to the face.

There's some swelling.

I have to run a few more
tests, but she's gonna be fine.

But, uh, it's nothing serious?

No. No. Can I see her?

It's gonna be a little while.

Okay, well, uh, I appreciate
you taking care of her, Doc.

Oh. Of course.

Something wrong?

They found that
Mayan we visited.

He was throwing up nine fingers.

Brown's a little
pissed at black.

I made a decision...
Good of the club.

You settle that
shit on your own?

Yeah.

Spur-of-the-moment
seemed like the right thing.

I'm sure you can understand.

[Wayne] The feds
raided Luann's studio.

Asset seizure.

[Exhales] Wiped her out.

- Okay, me and Ope,
we'll go deal with Otto.
- Ope goes with Tig.

Take Bobby. He
could use the fresh air.

I'll handle it alone.

Hey!

I arranged a little
entertainment.

Appreciate that.

White on white?
What's that about?

Our Aryan friends are
getting a little choosy...

about who they
burn crosses with.

Something's trickling down
from the top of Mount Whitey.

Not sure what.

Not why I asked
to see you. I know.

I heard about Luann.
How can we help?

This punk producer's
making a play for her talent.

The feds shutting her down,
this asshole will hijack all of 'em.

We'll talk to him.

[Sighs]

She needs time and money to
get up and running in a new space.

We can get her the time.

And the money?

We're only half healed,
Otto. We don't have it.

[Sighs]

This seizure by the feds,

it's Stahl pissing in my
mouth for what I did to her.

And I did that for Sam Crow.

I know that.

I don't want her back in
front of the camera, Jax.

Told her she'd never
have to do that again.

I won't let that happen.

That's a promise.

Yeah, okay.

Thanks.

[Neeta] Here you go. He's
a little man. [Chuckling]

[Clay Babbling] Okay.

I'll be back in a minute.

Dump those in the back.

She didn't tell him.

Morrow's old lady. They
don't know what happened.

How do you know? The nigger nanny
said Gemma got hurt in a car accident.

Clay's laughing, playing
with some little kid.

You said this was
gonna rip them up. It will.

It will.

Unraveling the matriarch
will destabilize 'em.

They'll all little boys who
need a strong mommy.

But if this bitch
doesn't say anything,

what the hell does that mean?

It means we
underestimated Mrs. Morrow.

[Groans] Oh, baby.

I'm so sorry.

[Groans] I'm sorry.

No, it-it's okay.
I'm-I'm just...

I'm just kind of jumpy.

Now, you're gonna lay
off the midnight joyrides.

[Laughs] Yeah.

You okay?

Oh. I'm fine.

It's kind of hot.

Thanks.

It's what I was
going for. [Laughs]

Are you ready to go home?

You know, they have to, uh...
They got to do some more X-rays.

Neeta can give me a lift.

I can wait. No,
honey, it's okay.

[Sniffles] I guess
it's gonna be a while.

You sure? Yeah, I'm sure.

I'm really... I'm... I'm fine.

Okay.

I love you.

[Kissing] Mmm. I love you too.

Add these two
cameras to the list, okay?

Here's half your retainers.

Give you the other half
at the end of the week.

You stay away from
Georgie. Hear me?

All his actors end up
strung out and turning tricks.

Okay. Okay.

We will.

Yeah.

Marvelous.

[Bobby] Oh, my God. They
did clean you out, Luann.

Otto wasn't kidding.

That's some lovely merchandise
walking out that door.

They'll keep walking if I don't
come up with the rest of their money.

Otto says some guy's
giving you trouble.

Georgie Caruso.

Shitbag's threatening my girls
they don't join his company.

His name is Georgie?
Can't you just talk to him?

Make some kind of temporary
arrangement? Isn't how it works with this.

Georgie's game is fear.

Goddamn 'roid crew runs his
girls like pimps running pussy.

If I could just get the
money I loaned Sam Crow...

That's not gonna happen today.

Look, I said to Otto I'd
back this guy off of you,

and that's what I'm gonna do.

Where's this guy's office?

[Man] Number six.
Number six. [Laughing]

Oh! I love that movie.

Oh, I laughed, I cried, I came.

No shit. Must have been
good. Won an Anal Oscar.

[Laughing] Oh, hey,
hey, hey. Here we go.

You need something?
We're here to see Georgie.

You got an appointment?

[Georgie] Jesus Christ! No.

Then you don't see him.
I'm trying to cut in here!

Hey, auditions are out back.

Let me guess. Georgie Caruso.

They were just
leaving, Mr. Caruso.

That's too bad,

'cause this one here's got
kind of a Brad Pitt thing going,

only not quite as gay.

Yeah. I'm a friend
of Luann Delaney.

Is that so?

I'm real sorry about
what happened.

You're terrorizing her actors.

It stops now.

I'm helping those girls.

Luann is out of business.

Luann's not out of business.

That's not what I heard.

Don't make me come
back here, Georgie.

- Bye, Georgie.
- [Chuckling]

You got a problem?

[Men Laughing]

Not now, man. I feel
pretty good. Thanks.

[Chibs] Oh, cheerio!
I told you I was sick.

[Tig] Need six more.

You, uh... You doing okay?

Uh... Uh, family and stuff.

I guess.

I lost an old lady.

Yeah, I dumped
an F.X.R. on the I-5,

and poor bitch slid right
in front of oncoming traffic.

Shit, I didn't know that.

Your kid's mom. I
wish it was that gash.

No, it was before I got patched.

I found out she was pregnant.

Really loved that one.

I keep dreaming...

I'm back in Chino.

Really violent shit.

And then I wake up
relieved that I'm home.

It takes me a minute to
realize that I'm alone in bed.

You're not alone, Ope.

Ah. I appreciate it.

[Guns Clattering]

Shit. What?

Uh, that's just someone
I don't wanna see.

She's gonna have
a million questions.

We can wait in here.

Okay.

I'm not gonna do it today,
'cause I ain't a stupid sister.

But you know at some point,
I'm gonna have some questions.

[Sighs] I know.

While we're here, you
wanna say a prayer with me?

Not big on praying.

Sure you are.

Look at the way you holding him.

I can see it in your face.

You thanking God.

It's gonna be okay. Just
tip your head back a little bit.

I don't think it's broken, so...
Wait a minute. Hang on to that.

I told you not
to stir things up.

Look what that
asshole did to her.

This was Caruso?
Who do you think?

Little prick.

You guys must've really
put the fear of God into him.

Tell 'em what Georgie said.

He told me to tell Luann that if
the little biker boys show up again,

he's gonna roll the cameras while
he jams his dick up all your asses.

We'll see Gemma later.

Jax, don't you do anything!

Who the hell do you
think you're talking to?

Get her patched up! Okay, okay.

Call the rest of your talent!

Tell them to lock
their goddamn doors!

Sorry.

Should we call Clay?
[Sighs] He's on the guns.

Call the others.
It's baseball time.

Great.

God, you're so stiff.

You know, you... you won't score
in the second half. [Jax] Georgie.

[Chibs] Georgie!

Hey! Get the hell out! This is a
closed set. [Chibs] Love your work.

[Grunts]

- All right, all right.
- [Chibs] Come here, you.

- [Yelling]
- Oh!

Come on! Come on!

Get back. Don't even
think about moving.

You okay? Yeah. After what I
saw what they did to Lyla, I just...

It's okay. Sack! Sack! Yeah.

Get her out of here.
Okay. Come on.

Hey! Shit!

Nice to see you
too, sugar tights.

[Chibs] Anybody
else? [Man] Come on!

You so much as send a friendly
text to any of Luann's girls,

your next movie...

Canseco Does Georgie.

You understand? I get it.

[Patting Georgie's Body]

There's a ton of guys
like Georgie out there.

If Luann can't pay her talent,
they'll keep coming, so to speak.

That's why she wants the 50K.

But that's not gonna
happen. Obviously.

But we can offer her
something else... a partner.

What are you talking about?

The empty gun
warehouse we just built.

- Same size as Caruso Films.
- All of a sudden
you're Larry Flynt?

Georgie's just a scumbag
with muscle and a lease, right?

His staff and talent
do all the work.

We already have staff
and talent... Luann.

So we're the scumbags
with the lease and the muscle.

Why not? We offer
her protection, a space,

front her a little cash for the
shit the feds took, split the profits.

Yeah, and I could
upgrade her Internet shit.

There's plenty of room
for servers in that space.

And that's where
the real cash is.

And I was blessed with
an excellent eye for casting.

Clubs get into trouble
when they take on too much.

Guns have been downsized.
We could use the extra income.

[Sighs]

It's a legitimate
business, Clay.

We run it clean. Feds think we
turned over a new leaf, they go away.

And at the very least,
we'll get Bobby laid.

Hey.

[Sighs] Thoughts?

- Everybody loves pussy.
- I second that.

- Third it.
- I'm a very big fan of pussy.

All in favor? Like I got to ask.

[All] Pussy!

All right. Looks like
we're making movies.

We got a delivery to make.

I'll tell Luann she's
got a new partner.

Jax?

Anyone here?

Hello! Ah, shit.

Jax?

[Screams] Shit.

You okay? Oh, God.

I'm sorry. It's okay.

I didn't... I didn't mean to be
such a pain in the ass, Jax.

Wait a minute. No,
don't. [Breathing Heavily]

Luann, relax. [Panting]

You think I brought
you here to Adriana you?

I'm not gonna hurt
you. I'm gonna help you.

[Light Switch Clicks]

Your new studio.

New studio?

What do you mean?

You're not gonna be able to compete
without protection and investors.

We're gonna help you
get back on your feet.

Sam Crow as a partner? Yep.

What's the split? 50-50.

And our debt goes away.

And if I say no? It's
your only play, darlin'.

We both know that.

[Exhales]

Life was so much easier
when I was just sucking dick.

[Laughs]

[Clay] All right, boys.

[Half-Sack] Two dozen AKs.

Looks good. Pay the man.

- [Gunshots]
- [Groans]

- Go! Go!
- All right, fool!

[Gunshots Continue]
[Shouting, Indistinct]

Get up, man!

- Go, go!
- This way!

[Gunshots Continue]

[Chibs] Clay, it's the
Mayans! Over there!

Bobby's hit in the shoulder.
He's bleeding real bad.

[Shouting In Spanish]

[Spanish Continues]

Hold your fire, man.
Let 'em have the guns.

- Those are our guns.
- We'll get you
more goddamn guns.

Got to take care of our guys.

[Shouting In Spanish]
[Gunshots Continue]

- Jesus Christ.
- [Tig] Opie! Opie!

[Chibs] Is it bad? Is it bad?

[Bobby] No. [Chibs] Oh,
it's just a scratch. Let's go.

[Clay] Get the hell out of here.

Yeah, nice homecoming.

[Motorcycle Revving]

[Marcus] Information was good.

I owe you.

[Ethan] Yes, you do.

Who was that?

Oh, it was just a...
friend from my church.

Gemma.

Sorry I'm so late.

[Sighs] Wha-What
time is it? It's 10:00.

How are you?

I'm fine.

[Grunts]

Gemma.

You need to talk to somebody
about what happened.

It doesn't mean you're weak.
It just... That's why I've got you.

[Cell Phone Rings]

[Beeps] Hello.

Oh, shit. I'm sorry.
I... I fell asleep.

- You didn't have to stay.
- It's okay.

Feel better.

Excuse me.

Gemma. What?

I, uh, have to go to the
clubhouse. Medical emergency.

Oh, shit. Stay here.

No. Go ahead.

I'll watch him.

[Sighs]

- Is it all right?
- Well, you're lucky
it went straight through.

[Grunting]

Aw, Jesus Christ.

Mayans, they crashed our
little Niner delivery, man.

You okay, bro? Yeah.
I'm in good hands.

[Half-Sack] They got away
with two cases of the AKs.

Oh, man. Yeah, yeah.

Jax. In here.

[Bobby Grunting] [Tara
Speaking, Indistinct]

[Door Closes]

That little judgment call you
made for the good of the club?

It came back to bite us in
the ass, almost killed Bobby.

I see that.

Whatever you may
think, the truth is,

everything I do is to
protect what we got.

It's never arbitrary.

And it's never reactive.

Been doing this for 30
years. I know a few things.

Taking that tag off the Mayan was
the right decision. You know that.

You wanna challenge me?

Fine. I don't give a shit.

But the minute it stops
becoming about this club...

and it starts becoming personal,

they'll know that.

They'll lose respect for you,
and they won't trust you anymore.

And then you'll be handling
everything on your own.

Think about that,

son.

[Sighs]

You okay?

Yeah.

You?

Yeah.

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