Sons of Anarchy (2008–2014): Season 2, Episode 3 - Fix - full transcript

♪♪ [Guitar] [Bobby] Thank you.

[Audience Applauding, Cheering]

♪ Hava nagila ♪

♪ Hava nagila ♪

♪ Hava nagila ♪

♪ Venis'mecha ♪

♪ Hava nagila ♪
♪♪ [Singing Along]

♪ Hava nagila ♪

♪ Hava nagila ♪

♪ Venis'mecha ♪

Whoo!



♪♪ [Continues In Hebrew]

That's right.

♪♪ [Continues In Hebrew]

[Woman] You're a
bad boss, Mr. Draper.

[Moaning] Yeah. Yeah.

♪♪ [Continues In Hebrew]
Just like that. Uh-huh.

Yeah, Mommy. Yeah, Mommy.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, harder.

All right. Big finish,
Lyla. Harder! Oh, yeah.

Oh, God! Oh, God! Give
it to me harder, please.

- [Screaming]
- Cut!

- Check it!
- [Bottle Pulls Out]

[Gasping]

Bravo! Encore!



[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 ♪♪

Come to bed last night?

Can't get comfortable.

I didn't want to keep you up.

I'd rather you tossed next
to me than on the couch.

[Chirping]

This is starting
to become a habit.

It's been, like,
three weeks since...

I still got a lot of pain.

Maybe you should go see the doc.

I don't need meds. I
just need some time.

How much time?

I gotta get to the office.

I just sat down. I'm late.

List of repos came in
from the dealer last night.

I'm trying to talk to you here.

Since when do you want to talk?

[Door Opens, Slams]

[Chirping]

[Squawks]

[Air Pressure Ratchet Whirs]

Hey.

What is it?

Uh, nothing.

I... I had to get some air in
my tires. Figured I'd check in.

I'm fine.

Your face is healing.
Pretty as ever.

Well, thank you, Chief.

[Sighs]

Something else?

I've been going
to these meetings.

St. Luke's in Lodi.

Cancer survivors. Support group?

I gotta say, it's
making a difference.

You going somewhere with this?

I saw on the board, church got a
group for victims of sexual assault crimes.

[Sighs] Hey, it's
out of Charming.

Anonymous.

How long you known me?

You really think that I'm
the type of gal that joins...

some holy "poor me" circle jerk?

Just a thought.

You take care.

I'm gonna be... Oh, shit!

Sorry. You okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Here's the repo list. Why don't you
get Half-Sack and Ope started on it.

Yeah, sure.

[Door Closes]

♪♪ [Blues Rock]

Ah, sad Elvis.

Oh, blow me.

Goddamn bar
mitzvahs are killing me.

Why you doing it then? Tahoe
gigs will come back around.

I'm buried.

Inside for two months.

Child support, alimony.

My oldest needs oral surgery.

They gotta cut his frenum.
What the hell is a frenum?

Sounds Jewish.

Sounds expensive.

Well,

you're no use to us in the
garage with that shoulder.

Why don't you take
point up at Caracara?

Porn? I need a set of
eyes up there I can trust.

I don't want it to turn into
a goddamn bukaki fest.

Run the books, keep
everybody zipped up,

take a salary.

Whose end?

Not ours.

Luann is gonna shit. Mmm.

Yeah, well, better things coming out of her
ass than getting jammed back in it, huh?

All right.

Homework?

The Jungle?

Know it?

Almost turned me vegan.

This is really twisted,

but I'm actually
craving a big steak.

Got a porterhouse
right here for you, baby.

[Laughing]

You're a class act, Teller.

Give me a kiss.

Here?

Just us carnivores. [Laughs]

[Phone Ringing]

[Groans]

[Ringing Continues] It's you.

Shit. Porn hotline.

[Sighs]

Yeah? How are you, Jackie boy?

[Grunts]

You better get out here,
brother. Are you kidding me?

[Jax] Why? Bobby turned up,
told Luann he's handling the books.

He did what?

Who told him to do
that? Clay, I guess.

And Luann is freaking out.

Jesus Christ. All right.

Chlamydia outbreak?

I'm sorry.

I'll drop you at home.

Take me.

Yeah?

Maybe we can still
salvage the day.

Okay.

Hey. Got more repos.

Where the hell's Gemma going?

Caracara. Guess Luann's
having some kind of meltdown.

Stupid bitch!

I hate it when Mommy
and Daddy fight.

Hey, Clay.

Get to work, shithead.

Pretty sure he
was talking to you.

Where you going?

To protect Clay.

Clay Morrow and your
boss with Laroy Wayne.

Runs the One-Niners.

Controls the largest heroin
trade in three counties.

That's nothing I
don't already know.

Well, it's something
to act on, Deputy.

Chief of police associating
with drug kingpins?

Unser's done in six weeks.

And you'll be no better
off than you are now.

SAMCRO will continue to vex.

Well, that's my problem.
It's a difficult one.

Charming treats
the Sons like heroes.

Some do.

You know, I can help you.

And how are you gonna do that?

Clay vows to keep
Charming safe and drug free.

That's why folks
embrace the M.C.

What happens to public
opinion if he can't do that?

If drugs land in
Charming, that's on me.

It's on Unser.

And SAMCRO is knocked
off their iconic pedestal.

Then when you take
over, the drugs go away.

Are you talking about deliberately
bringing drugs into my town?

I'm talking about creating
a temporary problem...

that allows you to flush
out the permanent one.

Grab Fane and Craft.
Head on over there, okay?

Oh, sorry.

I didn't know you had a visitor.

Deputy Chief, thank
you for your time.

Ain't anybody gonna
introduce? Ethan Zobelle.

Impeccable Smokes.

Cigar King.

That's right.

Gentlemen.

♪♪ [Rock]

[Exhales]

[Engine Off] Bam.

I'll wait.

Five minutes.

All right. Yeah. Okay.
Just sit back a little bit.

All right. Is that better? Yeah.

This is bullshit! All right.

A manager? I'm getting
shut out of my own business.

I'm just here to do the
bookkeeping, darlin'.

Did you sign off on this?

It was a club decision.

Like I need this hassle.

I gotta finish this shoot, post an anal
rain dance and prep a sorority swing.

Well, look at it this
way. Bobby handling the

admin frees you up
to do the important shit.

What's an anal rain dance?

♪♪ [Stereo: Rock]

[Engine Off]

Uh, shouldn't you be
polishing that bike, sweetie?

Jax likes it nice and shiny.

[Door Opens]

[Jax] Just gotta concentrate on doing
what you do. Let us do what we do.

Where the hell you been,
Ima? This is your movie.

I've been shooting around your
shit all morning. Look, I'm sorry.

I had to detour, okay? I
think Georgie's following me.

Some goon almost ran me
off the road. Nah. Relax, darlin'.

We took care of that.
Georgie ain't that stupid.

Georgie's psycho.

What he did to Lyla,
he could do to me.

- Look, I want Jax
protecting me.
- What's happenin', Bobby?

You know how easily
I dry out under stress.

Jax?

Look, she's got a thing for you.

So just play along?
Calm her down?

She's our biggest
draw right now.

[Sighs]

Look, you got no reason
to be scared, darlin'.

We're here to keep you safe.

[Ima] I don't know why I'm so
freaked out. I just... I was terrified.

I didn't know what
I was gonna do.

What the hell you doing here?

Luann called.
She's freaking out.

This is club business.

You got no reason to intervene.

What intervene? She's
my friend. She needs to talk.

Oh. So when she wants to
talk, you what? Drop everything?

- Jesus Christ. What are you, three?
- Get back to the garage.

Excuse me?

Last thing I need is for you running
diva over a goddamn come factory!

Asshole.

You stupid piece of shit!

[Jax] Just gotta do
what you know is best.

- Jax!
- Give me a call
when you get finished.

I'll make sure you
get home safe.

He's occupied, honey. You should
wait outside like you were told.

Okay, I'm sorry. She's
a little out of her mind.

Well, she's not the only one.

That's just what those arthritic
mitts need... a good pounding!

- You want to see
a good pounding?
- Oh, yeah, come on, badass!

Lay hands on me! I'll
slit your goddamn throat!

You are pathetic!

[Screams] Don't
you touch... Don't!

[Sobbing]

[Sighs] I hate doing this.

Recession's bad on
payments, good on repo.

Jesus Christ.

What?

Shithead's dealing. Looks
like one of Darby's guys.

You fellas got a need? A need for
you to take your shit somewhere else.

- No one deals in Charming.
- Well, I ain't no one.

Aryans. Shit.

Opie. Opie! Whoa, whoa, look.

I'm pretty good with a crowbar, but I can't
deflect bullets. Let's get some backup.

Ope? Yeah.

What do you got?
Zobelle's a goddamn saint.

He owns five cigar shops.
Deacon at his church.

Widower. One
kid. But look at this.

Last place League of American Nationalists
put down roots was San Bernardino.

Six months later, War
Boys M.C. crumbled.

Entire crew went away for aggravated
assault, attacked Zobelle's cigar shop.

War Boys run guns.

They did.

Why would Zobelle
care about guns?

Because these dickheads are
prepping for the great race war.

Zobelle came at us hard.
Cocky threat, no fear.

He wanted to incite you.

So what?

We own the law in
Charming. Unser, not Hale.

- [Opie] Maybe he got Hale.
- If Hale could be bought,
we'd have him.

Maybe we never offered
him the right payoff.

Let's stick with
the devil we know.

Darby's Lodi cook shops are all
shuttered up. Maybe he's gone mobile.

Well, let's find those
meth labs, okay? And now!

Ima called.

Miss Double Penetration
is ready for you.

- [All Chuckling]
- [Jax Groans]

I'll be right back. Just
gotta give her a safe ride.

A producer's work
is never done, huh?

You should've given me a heads-up
about Bobby taking over Luann's books.

I brought this to the
club. It's my action.

Bobby needs it!

He did two months inside for us.

Maybe it's time you started thinking
about something other than yourself.

Yeah.

Hey, bro. Hey.

How's it going?

Well, I thought this was gonna be a
cush gig, but Luann's accounts are a mess.

Missing receivables,
vendor files.

Guess her expertise
lies in other areas.

[Chuckles]

You okay with this? I know
Clay made the call without you.

It's good. It's good
you're here, man.

Well, I know I can
be of some help.

I don't know what
kind of system she had.

Well, let me know if
you need anything.

Yeah.

[Exhales]

Hey, hey, hey.

You and Clay...
The guys are worried.

Ah, nothing to worry about.

Convince me.

You talk to Clay? Not yet.

Just father-son shit, you know.

We'll work it out.

It's all good.

I'm ready.

She's ready.

I get that.

Got a need, brother? [Panting]
Yeah. You got a 40 bag?

Hey, yo, relax. Relax.

My foreman sees
me, I'm screwed, man.

Hey, over here. Over here.

This ain't that, uh... This
ain't that Mexican shit, right?

I'm all about made
in America, man.

[Groaning]

Where's Darby cooking the crank?

No? Okay. Let's see what his
balls are made out of... glass or steel.

[Groaning, Shrieking]

Charming. Water
Road, out by the streams.

Shitty red house. [Groans]

[Door Opens]

[Door Closes]

Thirsty? H.I.V. test.

You're due.

I haven't had sex since it
happened. Makes sense.

You're still healing.

Pussy's not the problem.

It's my head. You need time.

I need something.

Where's Clay with all this?

Did you miss the car
show earlier? He hates me.

That's not true. I don't know.

[Engine Revving] [Air
Pressure Ratchet Whines]

Son of a bitch.

Thanks again, Jax. I know I'm
probably just overreacting, but you know.

It's all good, darlin'.

Sack!

I'll see you tonight.
Okay? Wrap party.

You good with
that rubbing on Jax?

I... I trust him.

It's not him you worry about.

It's them.

They think he's a free dick.

Gotta educate.

Set the bitch straight.

Others see it, everyone knows.

What? Like, hit her?

Kick, scratch, whatever.

I'm not 18 years old
anymore, Gemma.

My catfighting
days are behind me.

We'll see.

My pee.

Thanks.

[Opie] Dealer said Darby's
cooking down by the streams.

I know that part of Water
Road. Only a few houses.

Well, we find the right one,

clear it out, burn it down.

You're talking about blowing
something up in our backyard.

It's exposure, Clay.

Don't see another way, brother.

Why don't we just tell Unser? Let
the cops actually do their job for once.

- Doesn't send a message.
- Zobelle's not a gangster.

- We don't know
what kind of message to send.
- [Clay] All right.

We let the cops handle it.

Only we don't tell Unser.

We tell Hale.

If he buries the intel, we
know he's on Zobelle's payroll.

I'm telling you, man, Hale's
not working for white power.

- Well, then he shuts down
the cook shop, don't he?
- And if he doesn't, we do.

All in favor?

Sure. [Gavel Raps]

You waiting for me? Yeah.

Nords are dealing in town.

Found out where Darby's cooking.

Water Road, out by the streams.

In Charming? Yeah.

Red house.

Shouldn't be hard to find.

So now you're doing my job too?

I'm telling you, we
don't nip this now, the

Nords are gonna flood
that mill with crank.

I'm not jerking you around, man.

I convinced Clay to let you guys
handle it, do it by the book for a change.

Okay. Well, I'll
take a ride out there.

[Clears Throat]
What's so urgent, Prez?

Darby's dealing in Charming.

You're kidding me.

What, is he smoking
his own shit?

The Nords are running
proxy for a bigger player.

I'm listening.

You been approached by anybody?

No. What about Hale?

He met with somebody
earlier. A friend of his brother.

Ethan Zobelle?

That's right.

Cigar guy.

He's the player?

He's part of a separatist group.

The suit and tie is just
cover for white power.

You think Hale is cheek
dancing with this scumbag?

I mean, a little
out of character.

What's Hale want
more than anything?

Hurt SAMCRO.

And how does he do
that if not with the law?

We fed him some intel
on where Darby's cooker is.

If he's in Zobelle's
pocket, he'll bury it.

Keep an eye on him.

[Engine Off]

[Machinery Whirring]
[Screen Door Slams]

Help you, Officer?

What the hell you
doing out here, Darby?

This is my little retreat.

Huntin', fishin'.

You need industrial
filters to cook fish?

You got a warrant?

Not yet.

Hale.

From Ethan Zobelle.

Grand-opening coupon.

See you there.

[Engine Off]

You already had
Darby cooking meth.

I'm not responsible
for Mr. Darby.

That your temporary problem?
Flooding the mill with crank?

Did you arrest him? I
didn't have a warrant.

So get one.

Maybe I'll pick
up one for you too.

I understand your anger,

and I know you think
I'm some kind of devil.

For years...

I sat back and watched everything I
love about this country slowly unravel...

Faith, values, morals, decency.

It culminated two years ago...

when my wife was
killed in a drive-by.

Her blood got me off the
sidelines and into the game.

Now, if that makes
me a vigilante,

a Machiavellian fool, so be it.

I despise drugs.

It's the last thing I would
ever wish for Charming.

But we both know
your methods for...

extracting the
Sons of Anarchy...

have failed...

because they operate
outside the law.

If you're going to damage them,

you have to dip
into their cesspool.

It's ugly, it'll feel bad,

but the result will be the
salvation of Charming.

I'm on your side, David.

On your side.

[Beeping]

[Phone Ringing]

Hale.

Yeah?

That info on the
lab, that's bogus.

There's nothing out there.

[Phone Beeps]

Get the boom.

You pulling me off
the set doesn't help...

Did you know that my old man was
a bookkeeper for the mob in Reno?

Jesus Christ! I'm
in the middle...

Italians paid him a lot of
money. Do you know why?

Handled two sets of books.

Twice the work, twice the risk.

Been running a skim...

since the very beginning.

By my calculations,

you've been cutting
us light for six years.

Otto gave me this business.

Club's the reason he's in jail.

Well, you can justify
it however you want.

But you stole from us.

What do you want me to do?

It's a club decision now.

No.

Please, Bobby.

Luann... I'll pay
back every dime.

Just take it out of my cut.

Club gets paid back, we
don't break Otto's heart.

I don't think I can do that.

You ever see any of my movies?

No.

You know what my specialty was?

Look, Luann. You're
Otto's old lady.

Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah. Yeah.

But there's a prison clause.

That's gotta be it.

[Opie] Go.

Hold it! Cameras.

We're set. We'll clear
the house. Then blow it.

[Chattering, Faint]

[Chattering Continues, Faint]

[Shotgun Cocks, Fires]

Get outta here! Get out!
Come on, let's go, boys!

[Chattering, Shouting]

[Chibs] Run, you bastards! Run!

Clear? Clear!

Clear!

Let's go. Let's go.

Who's got the remote?

Ope's not using one.

[Vehicle Doors Closing]

[Man Yells, Indistinct]

Talk to her, man.

I'm sorry.

Me too.

How are the hands?

A little sore. Yeah.

I bet.

What's going on with us?

It's me.

My accident.

Just shook me up somehow.

I don't know. I... I'm
just having trouble.

How do I help?

I'm so sorry it's
bleeding all over you.

Just a little lost, baby.

Uh... I... I, uh...

I gotta get this
software to Bobby.

I'll run it up there.

I don't want you hanging
around that place.

Okay.

Well, there's a
wrap party tonight...

and, uh, the guys
are gonna be there.

I'm thinking of going.

Unless...

you want to maybe
grab some supper...

or something?

No, I-I... I gotta
relieve Neeta.

You should go.

Okay.

What do we know?

It's a meth lab.

Somebody got sloppy
with the cooking.

Everybody got out.
There's no bodies.

I'm guessing this has
gotta be Darby's crew, right?

You got wind of anything?

No, nothing.

Nothing makes sense anymore.

♪♪ [Rock] Oh, Jesus!

[Chattering, Laughing]

[Laughing] Oh, I love you, baby.

I love the porn business.

[Woman] Lay down.

[Chuckles]

You okay there, young
fella? Oh, I'm just a little sore.

Guess I'm not used to sitting
behind a desk. Mm-hmm.

Wow.

Thanks.

Crazy, huh?

[Chattering, Laughing Continue]

Heard you went a little cowboy at
that Mayan thing a few weeks ago.

The thing today
with the explosives.

I don't have a death wish, man.

You got something going on.

I got the club. Just
throwing myself into it.

You got kids, Ope.

Don't throw yourself too far.

♪♪ [Continues] [Chattering,
Laughing Continue]

This is a closed party.

I'm looking for Jax.

Honey, he's got all he can
handle tonight. Don't worry.

Yeah, I'm sure he does.

I said get out, bitch.

[Woman] That's
right. You heard her.

[Man] Dude, check it out!

What part of that is so
complicated? Get out of my face.

Oh, shit.

That's right. You better
run, you little skank.

♪♪ [Continues, Faint]

- Tara.
- Be out in a minute!

Don't let 'em get to you.

Do they get to you?

We talked about this.

It's business.
They're just emp...

[Man] ♪ I want your love ♪

♪ Give me your love ♪

♪ I want your love ♪

♪ Give me your love ♪

♪ Give it to me ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Yeah Come on ♪

♪ I want your love ♪

♪ Give me your love ♪

♪ I want your love ♪

♪ Give me your love ♪

♪ Give it to me I
want your love ♪

♪ Give me your love ♪

♪ I want your love ♪

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