Sons of Anarchy (2008–2014): Season 2, Episode 6 - Falx Cerebri - full transcript

[Chattering] [Sirens Blaring]

[Police Radio Chatter]

I'll be, uh, right back.

[Siren Blaring]

stabilize him.
[Continues, Indistinct]

The boy's got a
strong constitution.

Anybody can take
a blast, it's him.

Yeah.

[Glass Hits Table]

I ran the registration
and VIN on the minivan.

Both bogus.



[Liquor Pouring] I need
to know what happened.

A lot of volatile liquid
here at the garage.

Forensics finds anything else,

feds will be all
over this place.

Bombs are Homeland
Security shit.

You got to make the
evidence point to what it was...

An accident.

I know what you
got to do here, Clay,

but we both know Zobelle has
caused enough damage in this town.

What happened to Chibs
cannot blow back in Charming.

Well, then you get me a home
address on him and Weston.

They both live out of town.

Otherwise, I do it here,

and then you'll be watching
Main Street on the 10:00 news.



Jesus Christ. [Glass Hits Table]

[Police Radio Chatter]

[Exhales]

This was Zobelle.

Otto, now Chibs.

This guy's trying to break us.

All of us.

There's got to be something
we can find on this guy.

He doesn't make mistakes. I
pushed us off retaliation for Otto.

But after this, Clay will
go at Zobelle full bore.

I got a bad feeling we'll
be walking right into a trap.

Then don't play it out.
Not the way this works.

Someone hurts us like
this, we retaliate. Have to.

That's it? You're gonna
run blind off the cliff?

Maybe not.

If I can get to Zobelle
first, I can protect the club.

What happens when you find him?

You tell me.

You asking me to help SAMCRO?

We both know this guy's got
some kind of leverage on you.

Think of it as a
self-serving favor.

I go off the grid and I
help you find this guy,

you've got to promise that you
will hand him over to me alive.

What do you do?
You can't arrest him?

Bring him in as a
person of interest.

Question him up to 24 hours.

At least it gives Clay a
chance to calm down.

Maybe you get your
crew thinking straight.

All right.

I get to him first,
I give him to you.

Do it by the book.

I'll dig into the cigar shop records,
see if I can find that home address.

Pull Weston's info too.

If they're a dead end, we
can always rattle Darby.

Jax.

Need some help.

What's the matter?
Don't know what to do.

This thing with Chibs
gonna push Ope farther away.

What are you talking about?
Don't come home much anymore.

If he does, he barely
speaks to his kids.

They have no idea
what's happening.

I didn't sign up for this.

Kids need a mother, a father.

Tried talking to Ope.

I didn't raise him.

We got no history.

Talk to Piney about it?

He's on his way to the cabin.

This will be a four-day
bender at least.

Mary, I don't know
how to help Ope.

Talk to him.

Please.

All right.

I'm gonna head
over to St. Thomas.

I'll call you as soon
as I hear anything.

Okay. Thanks.

Hey, baby. They're
waiting for you inside.

Yeah. [Kissing]

[Kissing]

What?

Someone blew up your
friend with a car bomb.

We don't know what happened.

Jesus Christ. We
watched it happen.

Who the hell would do that?
Why would anyone do that?

Look, I'm not sure who
did it. That's the truth.

Probably the same guys
who had Otto jumped.

Are you in danger?

Am I?

Oh, God.

Look, I'm sure
nothing's gonna happen.

Just got to be smart.

A little more
cautious, all right?

It's gonna be okay, babe.

No, it's not.

I have to go deal with this.

[Siren Wails]

[Door Closes]

This explosion...

Are those the same
people who attacked you?

And if it was?

Maybe if you had told
somebody about what happened...

This isn't on me.

[Door Closes]

Unser's getting
his home address.

You really think Zobelle is sitting in his
Barcalounger waiting for us to swing by?

Why should he hide?

Asshole thinks he's
protected on every level.

He is.

Probably riding four deep.
Weston, skinhead crew.

Then we ride five deep. [Bobby]
Yeah, and what's the plan?

Roll up on him in broad
daylight, cut off his head?

Okay.

You know, I don't give
a shit what the plan is.

I am tired of sitting here
playing "what happens if?"

Zobelle tried to kill two
of us in the last 12 hours.

This charter doesn't wait
any longer. We kill him!

Do I need to take a vote?

[Knocking]

[Zipper Zips] You
living here now?

Crashing once in a while.

I talked to your mom.

She's worried
about her grandkids.

Said they never see
their dad anymore.

It's not your worry.

Problem of my brother's
is a problem of mine, right?

I don't have a problem.
My kids are fine.

Okay, look, man.

I think it's all good you
getting deeper in the club.

But you're obviously still
dealing with some shit.

Donna's death's got
to be a nightmare...

How do you know
what I'm dealing with?

You got to figure out
your own shit, brother.

I know what I'm doing. Oh, yeah.

You got things you wanna change.

I get it.

This beef with Clay...

It's not about what's
best for Sam Crow.

It's about you...
pushing to be king.

It's not your time yet, man.

This is Clay's club.

You got to back
down, get in line...

before somebody gets hurt.

[Sighs]

[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 ♪♪

[Man] Hey, this
is a crime scene.

Oh, shit.

What's this mick
bastard doing here?

Irish love a good car bomb.

Hey, you being here in broad
daylight, it's not the smartest move.

My dad thought it'd be wise to find
out what all the noise was last night.

- Accident.
- Chibs rubbed some
wrong wires together.

I grew up in South Armagh, boys.

Sodium nitrate was a fragrance
of my youth. Know it anywhere.

We're dealing with the problem.

The problem is the feds.
This blast will bring 'em around.

Ain't gonna get that far. Tell
your old man we got it contained.

[Sniffs]

Sure. I'll let the folks know
there's nothing to worry about.

Locations of our
two white friends.

[Clay] Thanks.

How long before Lodi
Forensics gets out here?

It's flagged as a priority. I'm
surprised they're not here yet.

- Well, you may wanna send
your boys out for doughnuts.
- [Cell Phone Rings]

Let us tidy up a little bit.

- Yeah. They do look famished.
- [Jax] Hey.

Zobelle rents a house in Morada.

Had their P.D. pay a visit. No one's
home. Still getting Weston's info.

Okay. Meet me at Darby's.

I want you to power scrub
the shit out of this place.

I want it clueless for the
C.S.U. Sparkle and shine.

Let's go find Zobelle. Yeah.

Hey, you need me with you?

I'm thinking one of us
should be there for Chibs.

Yeah, you should go.

Keep me plugged in.

- Think he's on board?
- I don't give a shit.

He's not. He's knows better than
to try to stop the retaliation after this.

But he's working something else.

Just keep an eye on him.

- Call if you hear
anything else.
- For sure, sir.

His truck's not here.

Yeah, his workers
saw him last night.

But Darby told him
to be here at 7:00.

He's crawled into a hole.

[Sighs] I'll put out an A.T.L.

If Darby's in
Charming, we'll find him.

D.C. to Dispatch. Issue an
attempt to locate one Ernest Darby.

Thought you were at St. Thomas.

No news on Chibs yet.

Figured maybe Darby
could point us to Zobelle.

Guess Hale had the same idea.

Guess so.

Thought you were running
down the home addresses.

Clay wanted fewer
guys. Lower profile.

His club. He knows best.

Yeah. Anything here?

Dead end.

I'll wait for you. We
can ride back together.

Sure thing.

What's that about?

It's about shit
being upside down.

Call me with Weston's address.

Where you going?

Lose my best friend.

[Grunts]

Oh, shit.

What the hell you doing?

This is a crime scene.

[Sighs] I'm sorry. I have O.C.D. and
the mess was, like, freaking me out.

Where's Charming P.D.?

What the hell's going on here?

Oh, shit. I thought you
guys left, and you were...

Get the hell out of here. It's
a goddamn crime scene. Idiot.

This your watch?
I was taking a piss.

I'm sorry.

We'll take it from here.

[Horn Honking]

Shit.

What are we gonna do here?

What's this? Cancer drugs.

Turns my waste radioactive.

I'm holding a cup of your piss?

Spill this on their lab kit,

turns their results into a
bad chemistry experiment.

Just need to figure a way it don't get
me arrested for evidence tampering.

Hey, go chat 'em up,
and then take my lead.

You and your piss.

Hey, get you boys anything?

Beverage of some sort?

[Man] We're fine. Thanks.

- [Engine Starts]
- What do you think
caused this blast anyway?

Chief, clear out of here.
We're still collecting.

[Tires Squealing]

- Whoa! Look out!
- [Tires Screech]

[Groans, Coughs]
[Juice] Oh, my God.

Oh, my... Holy shit.
I am so sorry. I...

Are you guys all right? I thought
that they changed out the brake drums.

- Damn, I'm sorry.
- You stupid shithead.

[Sniffing] What
the hell is that?

Uh, diet cola.

Tastes like piss, don't it?

[Beeps]

Apparently, some of our friends in
Charming have been looking for me.

When we finish here,
head to the shop.

I suspect they will
be coming to you.

They're here.

Ah. Ethan Zobelle. A.J. Weston.

This is my daughter, Polly.

Cameron Hayes. My boy, Edmond.

Hey. Hello.

Glad we finally get
to meet in person.

Someplace private we
can talk? Yes. Of course.

Why don't you keep me company?

You part of all this? Is
that so hard to believe?

You just don't look
like you... I don't know.

You don't like the way I look?

No. I mean... [Laughs]

You-You-You look fine, darlin'.

I think you already know that.

Grab us a couple
of beers? Mm-hmm.

Followed Jax to Darby's.
It was a dead end.

But he knew I was tailing him.
He lost me at the Corcoran Pass.

- Shit.
- There's no one
at Zobelle's house.

Phones off. Lose the cut.

- Weston's?
- Yeah. Up here
around the corner.

[Guns Cocking]

[Knocking] A.J. Weston!
Charming Police!

Window. I saw it.

Stay here.

[Door Creaks, Closes]

[David] Wait. Stop. Stop.
What are you doing here?

- [Gunshots]
- [David] Oh, shit.

- [Clay] Move! Move! Go! Go!
- [Exhales]

[Breathing Heavily]

[Gunshot]

Get out of the way.

Go.

[Breathing Heavily]

Jesus Christ.

I'm not gonna hurt you!

Just looking for your
dad. I'm a friend of his.

Let me see the ink.

- What?
- Your tats. Prove it.

Okay. Yeah.

Let's just put the
guns down, okay?

[Exhales] I got
all kinds of ink.

[Boy Screams]

It's a kid! It's a kid!

[Dogs Barking In Distance]
[Both] Hold your fire!

Liar!

[Gun Clicking]

- [Exhales]
- Where's your dad, shithead?

I ain't telling you shit,
race traitor! [Spits]

Call Child Services. Have
this little psychopath committed.

[Exhales]

Come on. I ain't
afraid of no cop.

Shut up. [Happy] We
found his computer.

Password protected.
Can't get in.

Bring it to Juice.

Guess you're
running with Hale now.

Just working things
from my end. Same goal.

And what's that?

Keep the boss happy.

Unser. He couldn't
stop the forensic team.

[Bobby] Now what?

[Dings]

Guess they ain't open yet.

[Woman On P.A.]
Dr. Shannon to I.C.U.

Dr. Shannon to I.C.U.,
please. [Footsteps Approaching]

Chibs is stable but critical.

He landed on the back of his
head. Caused a subdural hematoma.

A large blood clot.

A brain bleed's severe, but if it
subsides, it's not life threatening.

All we can do now is monitor it.

If it gets worse? They'll have
to go in and relieve the pressure.

Jesus Christ. Cut open his head?

Oh, hopefully it
won't come to that.

I'm sorry about
what I said earlier.

I didn't mean... It's okay.

It's a shitty day for all of us.

Hey, you, um... You mind
if I head home with you?

Sure.

Just finish up a few things.

I'll wait for you
downstairs. Thanks.

How's Chibs?

Critical. I'm sorry.

- You got a minute?
- For what?

I've...

kind of hit a wall trying
to find who did this.

And, uh,

I was hoping you could help.

Me? Well, I don't know
anything more than the guys do.

Unser told me some things.

About you.

What happened. At
least what he knows.

Piece of shit. He had to.

Shut up!

We both know this thing
with Chibs was Zobelle.

Give me something,
Gemma. Any detail.

Anything you can remember.

It never goes on record.

The secret keeps. Just
point me somewhere.

Why are you suddenly
so interested in helping us?

I became a cop.

Doesn't mean I don't give a
shit about folks I grew up with.

You wanna hurt this guy.

Yeah, I do.

Girl in her 20s... cute, blonde,

good rack.

She's the only one I saw.

Thank you. And I am sorry.

You or your cancerous boss...

tell anyone else
what happened to me,

and I will cut both of
your big, soft hearts out.

Copy that.

He's pissed.

- What the hell is this?
- Where you headed?

What do you care? And what
the hell's he doing with you?

Are you on their payroll now
too? Just answer the question.

[Engine Starts]

I'm going to see
my mom. She's sick.

- Your mother died
last month.
- My other mother.

All right. Where's
Zobelle? How do I know?

What, is this about the blast
last night? What do you think?

Okay, if Zobelle did have something to do
with it, the Nords knew nothing about it.

Unlike Sam Crow, we don't
blow up shit in our own town.

You don't show up for work this
morning. Now you're heading out of town.

You running from something?

I got a heads-up that shit
might go down. No other details.

I'm on my way to
Vegas. That's it.

That's the truth.

Do you know anything
about a blonde, 20s, good tits?

Sounds like Zobelle's daughter.
I've seen her hanging with Weston.

Can I go?

Yeah.

Thanks.

Dicks.

Where'd you get
the intel on the girl?

Description turned up when we canvassed
the street the minivan was towed from.

Still have the one I gave you?

No.

I got rid of it after Kohn left.

- [Fist Pats Table]
- Wait here.

[Grunts]

Jesus Christ. Do you and
Clay really need this many guns?

[Exhales] These are just mine.

Here.

See how this feels.

It's okay. It's not too heavy.

.38.

That'll blow a good hole.

Okay.

- What's this for?
- Let's go.

Where?

[Gunshots] [Casings Hit Ground]

Now squeeze slowly.
It'll have some kick.

No. You're gripping too hard.

You wanna hold it
firm, but let it breathe.

All right. Now, put the
sight on what you want dead.

Then take a breath and...

Good.

[Chattering]

Is it always like this?

No.

You came back to
him at a bad time.

It settles down.

Gets downright
boring. I promise.

[Car Approaches]

[Gun Cocks]

[Whirring] [Alarm Chirps]

[Clears Throat] That was fun.

You're gonna love this.

[Gun Cocks]

[Horn Honking, Alarm Blaring]

- [Gunshots]
- [Chuckling]

Some mess. I've
already filed a report.

Yeah, I know.
We'll look into that.

Yeah, I'm sure you will.

You must be Ethan
Zobelle's daughter.

Polly.

I'm the deputy chief. I know.

I'm looking for your
dad. Haven't seen him.

Well, why don't
you give him a call?

It's important I connect
with him. I'm not his keeper.

He's wanted for questioning.

And if you're lying to me,

that means you're interfering with
a criminal investigation. [Chuckling]

What do I look like, one
of your inbred natives?

Come on. Charge me or get out.

I'll tell you what I'm gonna do.

I slice open my arm, I charge you with
aggravated assault on a peace officer.

My old man was a judge.

You'll do a three-year pop at the
Sanwa dyke lodge, no questions asked.

There's a big rally at the
Christian Center in Morada.

The League?

Weston's rowdy
crowd. Prison muscle.

Daddy's giving his reformer
speech. Tends to work 'em up.

Need you to come with me.

Why? I told you the truth.

That truth needs
to stay between us.

Gonna keep that from
your daddy for a while.

Station house.

Zobelle, he's at the
Christian Center in Morada.

A big Aryan
membership rally tonight.

Can Morada P.D. pick him up?

Sounds like Weston's prison crew. Could
get ugly. Better off sending the sheriffs.

- Okay.
- Okay.

Hey.

How's Chibs doing?
The bleeding stopped.

He's still critical, but if it
holds, he'll be out of the woods.

[Exhales] That's great.

Thank you. Mm-hmm.

I'm sorry about all this. I'm
telling you as much as I know.

It's okay. It'll ease up.

Yeah, it will.

[Kissing]

Oh, I got a call from Luann.

Apparently, there was some kind
of firearm incident out at Caracara?

No kidding?

I love you.

You should.

Checked his house
and the cigar shop again.

Still off the map. Zobelle
knows we're looking for him.

- Asshole has to surface.
- We won't be able
to do shit.

Feds are on their way.

We're gonna be ass deep in
some bad suits by morning.

Shit.

I think we got
something. There's an

appointment in Weston's
calendar for tonight.

He tagged it "E.Z., M.C.C."

- Ethan Zobelle.
- Morada Christian Center,
off Alhambra.

What's going on?

[Bobby] They think they
know where Zobelle is.

Christian Center, Morada.

Shit.

Understand you had
a new partner today.

Just trying to contain this.

[Wayne] So much for that plan.

Uh-oh. There's something
I need to tell you.

You girls swapping
diaries again?

Huh?

I needed some
information. Oh, shit.

You have no idea. Uh... Come on.

I'd prefer the feds didn't see
the beating I'm about to take.

[Cell Phone Rings]

[Beeps] Yeah.

When are the sheriffs coming? I
called them. I'm not sure. Why?

I had to tell Hale.

He was getting seduced by Zobelle's "I'm
good for Charming" bullshit. I'm sorry.

That thing that happened to
Chibs, it was definitely Zobelle?

Can't prove shit, but I
know it in my gut. We all do.

And nothing I know
could've stopped that blast.

Clay taking on what happened to
me would've... would've made it worse.

That's right.

I'm sorry.

Hey, this ain't on
you, sweetheart.

I'm start...

I'm starting to
think that, um...

That's it's all on me.

I know.

Couple buses out front,
a few cars in the lot,

Zobelle's Mercedes,
two A.B. guys out front.

Yeah, there's a side door.
It'll be easy. [Clay] Good.

We kick in the doors. We grab
Zobelle. We do it in front of an audience?

Come on. It's Weston's crew. It's a
handful of ex-cons and scumbags.

Not really reliable witnesses.

We'll let them
make the first move.

It's more than a handful.

It's a membership rally. It's
gonna be packed with A.B.

- How the hell do you know that?
- Hale grilled
Zobelle's daughter.

He's sending sheriffs to
pick him up for questioning.

- [Happy] We got cops on the way?
- [Groans]

Yup. Well, then,
we better hurry.

Anything else you wanna tell us?

Yeah.

We do this, we all go to jail.

AKs and shotguns. Let's go.

[Men Chattering]

[Chattering Continues]

You, Juice, Hap, take the side.

Come on.

[Gun Cocks]

Keep your mouth shut.

- Give me that.
- [Grunts]

[Grunts]

[Cell Phone Buzzes] Yeah.

[Clay] Ready? We're set.

Five count. One, two...

- ♪♪ [Christian]
- [Guests Murmuring]

- What the hell, man?
- Jesus Christ.

- [Gunshots]
- [Guests Screaming]

Outside!

- [Guests Chattering,
Excitedly]
- Got him.

We got to get the hell
out of here. Out, now!

Now!

♪ And before I'd be a slave ♪

♪ I'll be buried in my grave ♪

Ah, shit. Call it in.

- ♪ And go home to my Lord
and be free ♪
- Drop the guns! Now!

- Christ.
- Drop 'em!

Now! [Tig] All right.

Let me see your
hands! Right there!

♪ They'll be shouting over me ♪

♪ And before I'd be a slave ♪

♪ I'll be buried in my grave ♪

♪ And go home to
my Lord and be free ♪

♪ They'll be praying ♪

♪ They'll be praying ♪

♪ They'll be praying over me ♪

♪ And before I'd be a slave ♪

♪ I'll be buried in my grave ♪

♪ And go home to
my Lord and be free ♪

♪ O freedom ♪

♪ O freedom ♪

♪ O freedom over me ♪

♪ And before I'd be a slave ♪

♪ I'll be buried in my grave ♪

♪ And go home to my
Lord and be free ♪ Holy shit.

♪ O freedom ♪

One, two, three,
up. ♪ O freedom ♪

- ♪ O freedom over me ♪
- ♪ Over me ♪

♪ And before I'd be a slave ♪

♪ I'll be buried in my grave ♪

♪ And go home to
my Lord and be free ♪

♪ And go home to
my Lord and be free ♪

♪ And go home to my
Lord and be free ♪♪

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