Sons of Anarchy (2008–2014): Season 2, Episode 7 - Gilead - full transcript
The club must make new alliances in prison to survive.
Aryans put out the word.
Us white boys are on our own.
Yeah, that's Zobelle
tapping into the shot callers.
Rosen thinks the
case is being tied up.
Be a while before
it sees a courtroom.
Without a color crew, we
ain't gonna make it to trial.
Yeah, well,
this herd could
use a little thinnin'.
It's not his fault we're here.
So, what? It's mine?
We all voted on it.
I'm working on getting
us some friends.
They're jamming
us. Seven-figure bail?
No court date? It's bullshit!
Apparently, they
have security tapes.
Women and children
running for their lives.
You saw what happened to
Otto. They got no protection.
I know. What about a bondsman?
500,000 a head at 10%,
you'd need 300K to
get the six of them out.
Well, I can post the house.
My dad's too.
Okay, well, that's
enough to get out Clay,
maybe Jax, but that's it.
No.
Clay won't leave 'em behind.
I'm sorry, Gemma.
Clay needs you to call Laroy.
Deliver this message, ASAP.
I never saw it,
never gave it to you.
You can use my office.
If you need unis, I'll
call in an extra shift.
You have any interest
in why I'm here?
Not really. Who do I brief?
Commanding officer.
Ethan Zobelle and A.J. Weston.
League of American
Nationalists. I know who they are.
Cameron and Edmond
Hayes, True I.R.A.
That's the reason I'm here.
Same reason Zobelle is.
He wants their guns. His
crew is pushing out the M.C.
So, pick up Zobelle, and
squeeze him for the Irish.
Well, F.B.I.'s
working a case on the
separatist group.
Zobelle is on their radar.
So for now he's
off-limits to us.
Same bureaucratic bullshit, huh?
Look, I have no interest in creating
any collateral damage in your town, David.
I've already done
my fair share of that.
So any intel that you could
offer would be greatly appreciated.
Well, I don't know
anything about the I.R.A.
But Zobelle is responsible for
the car bombing at Teller-Morrow.
Well, looks like the
retaliation backfired, didn't it?
Jax tried to prevent that.
We tried to scoop up Zobelle
before Clay went in loaded for bear.
So the V.P.'s working
behind Clay's back?
Jax may have some suspicions
about what happened to Donna Winston.
It's a good thing Opie
didn't get picked up.
How is he doing?
I don't know.
You should ask him.
Why aren't they at school?
Grading day. You get my message?
No. It's been crazy here
with everybody gone.
I'm gonna head up to the cabin,
make sure Piney's not dead.
Means you're actually gonna
have to be a father today.
I'll handle it.
The old man's fine.
You know how he gets.
Yeah.
You behave for your pop. Okay.
Love you both.
Love you too, Grandma.
Let 'em through.
Russell's waitin'.
Understand you all
got safety concerns.
Just a bunch of short-timers
looking for some friends.
Monumental times, my brothers.
Black man in the White House.
Black saving white
in the big house.
My cousin says
you're dependable.
I've been working
with Laroy a long time.
Peckerwoods are flexing.
Protection ain't gonna come easy.
- What's the price?
- Got a couple of affiliated
friends fall from grace.
Ratted out my nephew.
Need y'all to deliver 'em to me.
That bitch over there
in protective custody.
Dion likes buff brown boys.
Notice you got
yourself one of 'em.
Yeah, we do. Any other rat?
Vincent Bell, tranny dealer.
"T" girl's gone AWOL
somewhere in Stockton.
Well, I'm gonna need
some time to reach outside.
So we do this,
black got our back?
When they're both delivered, Harley's
getting all kinds of love from the family.
Minutes are limited.
Reach out wisely.
Can you hear me now?
Yeah, you're funny.
♪ 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 ♪♪
What's his name?
Hello. Hi.
Where's Grandma? She
went to go find Grandpa.
Okay. I'll take care of it.
That was Clay. On the cell?
He needs me to run an errand.
It's gonna take a while. Okay.
I'll have Neeta take Kenny and
Ellie. And I'll just go grab the baby.
Pick 'em up from Jax's? Yeah.
Is there anything I can do?
Not right now.
Yeah, yeah, I got it.
I put Opie on the tranny snitch.
He's gonna use Trammel to set her up.
- Opie's doing it alone?
- We're a little busy.
- Then tap another charter.
- Hey, why don't you
get Hale to help?
All right! What
about the other one?
He's over there in P.C. He's
got a thing for Puerto Rican wood.
Ah, Juice bait? Yeah.
Yeah. We gotta lure Dion to some
place Russell's crew can get to him.
Set it up. I'll let our black
daddies know it's all in motion.
Break it up! Back
behind the line!
Settle down.
Must be lonely up there,
huh? I know you, blondie?
New on the block. I'm Clay.
Dion. Smoke?
Thanks.
Dion get you anything
you need, Clay.
Yeah? Mm-hmm.
That face and body... get
you a lot of, uh, store credit.
I appreciate the offer,
man, but I belong to him.
The fat guy with the beard.
No accounting for taste.
Got other revenue.
Short, pretty one.
Stupid haircut.
Absolutely doable, man.
Fifty credit.
Thirty. Need a test drive.
Okay. I'll make
sure he's tuned up.
Where? Infirmary.
Name's Vincent
Bell, A.K.A. Venus.
He's a tranny dealer.
I need you to track down the
he/she. I'll take it from there.
It's direct from Clay.
Okay. Just plant it in the car. All
right? I don't need a warrant for that.
- Put it under the driver's seat.
- And don't skimp
on the dope, all right?
I need a lot more than a
misdemeanor to get him into County.
Cool.
Up. Just get it off the bench.
How you doing, beautiful?
What?
We, uh... We need you
to take one for the club.
Oh, shit!
Snitch over there finds
you very appealing.
- Gotta get him outta P.C. for the family.
- Buys us protection.
Get him out how?
♪ Boom boom-boom,
boom, boom Boom-boom ♪
Oh, come on! Are you serious?
Nothing's gonna
happen. You're just bait.
Black will jump
in before he bites.
- Well, we hope.
- 50/50 chance you wind up
with no dick up your ass.
What? I arranged a
meet at the P.C. infirmary.
You gotta distract Dion, unlock
the guard gate, let in Russell's crew.
- It'll be a piece of cake.
- How do I get there?
- Guard!
- Open the gate.
Jesus Christ! I think you
cracked my rib. I know. I'm sorry.
Yeah, I know,
right? Tighter, right?
Where's Lyla?
She's right over there.
I got your message.
What do you need?
Um...
I saw the coke vials when
I was working on your car.
Yeah? And?
I need to ask a favor.
Call your dealer. Ask him to
make a delivery, half an ounce.
That's a lot of
blow. What's it for?
To help the club.
That's all I can tell you.
Shit.
Uh, Angus is an asshole.
Every time he makes a drop,
he won't leave till I blow him.
So I guess you wouldn't be
too upset if he never came back?
Should I ask why?
Look, you don't know me.
I'm sorry for coming
up on you like this.
But... I'm up against it here.
I need your help. And I promise
that it won't blow back on you.
Okay.
Tighter.
♪♪
Hi.
How you doing?
Juice.
Yes, you are. Right.
You come prepared. Oh, yeah. I
like to be responsible, you know?
- Good for you, Juicy.
- Yeah, yeah.
Wow. This is a lot
nicer than gen pop.
A little more intimate.
That too. Yeah. Mm-hmm.
Have a seat.
♪♪
You sore, baby? Yeah, a little.
Hmm?
Okay!
Don't be nervous,
sweetheart. I'm not.
I'm just...
You mind if we, uh, move this to
the bathroom? Little more private.
Sure, baby. I'm sort of shy.
Mm-hmm. I like to
get down to... business.
♪♪
Just let me grab the
condoms real quick. Just...
♪♪
Come on, honey.
Let's get this done!
We're coming!
Oh, shit.
Thanks.
I'm guessing you
won't be needing these?
On the gate. One coming in.
He's smiling.
Maybe he did take
one up the ass.
Well, that's one down.
Just need Ope to come
through, then we got protection.
Oh, shit. It's going down!
Juice!
Get it out! Get it out!
Guard! Guard!
Come on!
Come on!
Get him up.
Get that gate open. Come on.
♪ There is a balm in Gilead ♪
♪ To make the wounded whole ♪
♪ There is a balm in Gilead ♪
♪ To heal the sin sick soul ♪
♪ Sometimes I feel discouraged ♪
♪ And think my work's in vain ♪
♪ But then the Holy Spirit ♪
♪ Revives my soul again ♪♪
Good work, girls. See you
tomorrow afternoon at 2:30.
Hi, sweetheart.
Is this your baby?
Oh! I'm Grandma.
- I'll meet you out front,
Trissy.
- Okay.
Bye. Bye.
- She sings beautiful.
- I'm gonna be out of town
for the recital.
I'm trying to catch
some rehearsals.
You're a good dad.
How's she doing?
Dealing with the
rape and all? Okay.
Therapy's been helping a lot.
She's starting to talk about it.
That's good.
I heard about Clay.
Yeah.
Your office told
me you were here.
Didn't know who else to go to.
Maybe it's time for a
lesson, Gemma, for all of us.
Maybe. Mmm.
But this isn't it.
Zobelle set up that bust.
He's ripping apart the club.
He's ripping apart Charming.
Clay outed Jacob
Hale's bullshit scam.
Saved your land.
Thought maybe you'd
like to return the favor.
How big a favor?
300 against three
mil. Jesus Christ!
I'd have to put up the same
land for that kind of bail.
I mean, one infraction,
one guy splits,
I lose it all. They're
not safe, Elliott!
If I don't get them out of there, I
might not see any of them again.
I'm sorry.
Jesus Christ. I've been
waiting 10 goddamn minutes.
Sorry.
Let's... Let's go inside.
- Oh, shit.
- What the hell is this?
Luann hired
security. Get inside.
Relax, hot dog.
Let's call this your
harassment fine.
- You stupid bitch!
- Another word and
I blow your Jap head off.
I'm Chinese! You're gone.
We'll see.
Are you okay?
Oh, yeah.
I'm just a little sad.
Are you baptizing him? The
thought did cross my mind.
I figured he could use
all the help he can get.
Not sure what I'm doin'.
Here.
That's it? I think so.
Oh.
Thanks.
Come here, Abel.
Why are you so sad?
My son and my
husband... got arrested.
Guess I... I just
don't like being alone.
And that's why you came to
my dad. Money to get 'em out?
You're a smart girl.
You seem happy, baby.
Yeah. Tristen.
Come on, sweetheart.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Okay. Thanks, man.
Shank missed the vitals.
Juice is gonna live. Good, good.
- Let's hope
we're all that lucky.
- First part of the deal is done.
Opie will come through.
He's on his way to
Stockton right now.
We should have
protection before morning.
Yeah, let's just hope
Ope is not here with us.
Yeah. Or dead.
Hmph.
Oh, shit!
Goddamn. Aw, shit, man.
I'm sorry. I guess that
bitch didn't want to be set up.
What do I do? Get on my radio.
Officer down.
All right.
Officer down. Officer down.
Probably smells like pussy.
Thanks.
You okay?
Yep.
Thanks for not asking questions.
Okay. Well, I-I gotta
get going. Pick up my kid.
Oh, shit.
I gotta pick up mine too.
Well, I was gonna take Piper to get
something to eat. Your kids can come.
Pick them up at my place later.
No, that's okay. Look.
I don't know what
happened, Opie.
But maybe this isn't the best
time for you to be around your kids.
There's never a good time
for me to be around my kids.
I know the feeling.
Set-up on the tranny
went south. Bitch got away.
Trammel took a bullet.
Belly wound.
Is Opie okay?
Yeah.
You got to talk to Russell.
Maybe getting Dion
buys us some protection.
Morrow. Come with us.
What for? No idea. Let's go.
I ain't never seen
us beat up this bad.
Half our crew in hospital beds.
The med bills alone,
they're gonna bury us.
Yep.
We got to fix the things we can.
You and Clay, whatever it is,
it's gonna land on
you to make it right.
What makes you think
this would land on me?
Because Clay is old. He's mean.
And he is never gonna
admit that he made a mistake.
And he's earned that.
Nah, man.
Time don't mean shit.
I'm doing the best I
can to hold us together,
but if this split
gets any worse,
I'm gonna have to pick a corner.
You know, this club
needs a healing, brother.
And you got to be
the one to deliver it.
Oh, that's so good, Ellie.
Hi.
I'm here to pick up
Opie's kids. I'm Lyla.
I know who you
are. Where's Opie?
He's doing
something for the club.
Porn girl's here
for Kenny and Ellie.
You're kiddin' me.
I gotta pick up my
kid at my mom's.
Told Opie I'd take 'em all
out for something to eat.
We already fed 'em.
Okay.
I'm just trying to help
Opie. We don't know you.
We're not about to turn
two kids over to some...
Some hottie your
boyfriend jerks off to?
My guy's not into the
underdeveloped tween thing.
Why don't you go
pick up your own kid?
We'll tell Opie there's
been a change of plans.
Come on.
Is he out of his goddamn mind?
Perfect ending to a shitty day.
Lot of shitty days since
we last talked, huh?
Otto loses another
eye, car bombs,
assaulting Christians.
I get the sense that you
are losing control, Clay.
Which might explain
why... Ethan Zobelle...
is stealing your gun source.
Zobelle attacked
Otto, planted the bomb,
and he is now going
after your livelihood, Clay.
He's unraveling the club.
You can stop that
from happening.
Let me have the I.R.A.
They've already sold you
out. So you don't lose anything.
And no guns means that
Zobelle and his Aryan crew...
have no reason
to be in Charming.
Let me make this arrest go away,
and everything
returns to normal.
The only I.R.A. I work with...
is the one my accountant
feeds at tax time.
Hmm.
How are the hands? Hmm?
I watched my dad go
through the same thing.
Painful shit.
How long do you think
you have, Clay? Huh?
I know the rules.
Can't ride. Can't lead.
How long did your daddy last?
Seeing how you hate men,
I'm guessing he rubbed those
sore hands up and down...
your fine-ass body
for a long time.
Well...
I guess I really should
speak with the heir apparent.
It seems that Jax has a
better grasp on the big picture.
I mean, I know that he
was working with Hale...
to get to Zobelle before
you did something stupid,
like attack a
Christian family dinner.
You talk to whoever
the hell you want to.
You ain't gonna get
nothing but the same truth.
You sure about that?
Hale tells me that things have been a
little tense between you and your stepson,
you know, since Jax figured
out that you killed Donna.
Let's go, Teller.
Hey, man.
Come on!
No! No! They need this!
Do it!
Come on! Come on!
Get him, man! Come on!
Code silver. Code silver.
We have a fight
in holding cell "D."
Oh, yes!
Hold on there, baby!
Whoo!
Code silver. Code silver.
We have a fight
in holding cell "D."
Go on, man. Go on!
He messed you up!
Go! Let's go!
Let's go! Let's go!
That ain't gonna do it!
Do it now!
Hey.
Tried calling. No one answered.
Well, we're a little
shorthanded. Mm-hmm.
What's going on?
How long do you think we can
keep Charming the way it is, Gemma?
Well, I don't know.
Everything caves under
the weight of greed.
I've seen it my whole life.
Nothing stays simple.
Yeah.
Guess that's true.
I called Rosen. Posted
bail a few hours ago.
Oh, my God.
Promise to keep 'em out
of trouble until after the trial.
I'll chain 'em to the
auto lifts if I have to.
Okay.
Thank you, Elliott.
Thank Tristen.
Good night.
Hey, you guys. Let's go.
Thank Tara.
Thank you, Tara. You're welcome.
Thank you, Tara. You're welcome.
You kids wait in the car.
They're good kids.
Look, I'm sorry
about the Lyla thing.
I wouldn't have done
it if I didn't trust her.
Guess we made a judgment call.
Maybe you weren't
thinking clearly.
That sounds like
a judgment call.
She's a porn star.
She's a single mom. She's just
trying to make it work like the rest of us.
How's Jax doing with it?
He's figuring it out.
Good he has you to help him.
You'll find someone, Ope.
Time's right, it'll happen.
I went by my place.
All of Mary's shit
is gone. She split.
I'm sorry.
She couldn't be a mom 20
years ago, can't do it now.
We'll help with the kids.
You're not alone, Ope.
Yeah, I am.
Good night.
I know you want the
M.C. on a better path.
Put some distance between
the law and the Harleys.
Legit porn business
is proof of that.
It's real smart, Jax.
My guess is that you don't
even want to be dealing guns.
I'm not after SAMCRO.
I want Cameron Hayes's...
True I.R.A. contacts.
Consider it retaliation...
for the mick
assholes jumping ship.
And we both know that you'll
never win this war against Zobelle.
I'm not in a war.
You look pretty
battle worn to me.
Look, I don't give a shit about
this beef between you and Clay.
Your club, your business.
But maybe I can help
you repair the damage,
very least, keep you alive.
How long do you think you're gonna
last out there in the yard? Hmm?
They will pick
you off one by one,
same way they did Juice.
Then get us a decent bail.
I'll do better than that.
You give me
inroads to the Irish,
I'll get you and the
club full immunity.
I might even be able to get
Otto's parole back on track.
You have to think
past your hatred for me.
You're smarter than that.
I am offering you...
a bigger picture.
You have a great
girl, a beautiful son.
I know how much
they mean to you.
Yeah.
My son, he's given me...
a new pair of glasses.
You know? Hmm.
I find myself thinking
about the things I do.
Things I say.
Ramifications.
You have to.
Not as angry or reactive.
I can see that.
For instance, you
showing me these photos,
trying to play my rage,
my need for revenge,
didn't work.
See, I was able to
take a moment, think.
And I realized...
that if we did have a
relationship with the Irish,
which of course, we don't,
what'd stop me
from tipping them off?
Lettin' 'em know you
got 'em under thumb?
You took a huge
risk playing that card.
Which means you're desperate.
You got nothin'.
Wow.
You really are the smart one.
Oh, uh, by the way,
your bail was posted.
You're all free to go.
Hey.
You ever heard from Kohn?
Dangerous being a fed.
♪ It's a sight ♪
♪ To behold ♪
♪ When you got
small words to mold ♪
♪ And you can
make 'em your own ♪
♪ Still, love, it would
be much better ♪
♪ Love, it would
be much better ♪
♪ I'm told ♪
♪ It's like golden ♪
♪ Corn ♪
♪ And I love ♪
♪ Its golden glow ♪
♪ But, love, it would
be much better ♪
♪ Love, it would
be much better ♪
♪ Love, it would
be much better ♪
♪ Love, it would
be much better ♪
♪ I know ♪
♪ I know ♪♪
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Us white boys are on our own.
Yeah, that's Zobelle
tapping into the shot callers.
Rosen thinks the
case is being tied up.
Be a while before
it sees a courtroom.
Without a color crew, we
ain't gonna make it to trial.
Yeah, well,
this herd could
use a little thinnin'.
It's not his fault we're here.
So, what? It's mine?
We all voted on it.
I'm working on getting
us some friends.
They're jamming
us. Seven-figure bail?
No court date? It's bullshit!
Apparently, they
have security tapes.
Women and children
running for their lives.
You saw what happened to
Otto. They got no protection.
I know. What about a bondsman?
500,000 a head at 10%,
you'd need 300K to
get the six of them out.
Well, I can post the house.
My dad's too.
Okay, well, that's
enough to get out Clay,
maybe Jax, but that's it.
No.
Clay won't leave 'em behind.
I'm sorry, Gemma.
Clay needs you to call Laroy.
Deliver this message, ASAP.
I never saw it,
never gave it to you.
You can use my office.
If you need unis, I'll
call in an extra shift.
You have any interest
in why I'm here?
Not really. Who do I brief?
Commanding officer.
Ethan Zobelle and A.J. Weston.
League of American
Nationalists. I know who they are.
Cameron and Edmond
Hayes, True I.R.A.
That's the reason I'm here.
Same reason Zobelle is.
He wants their guns. His
crew is pushing out the M.C.
So, pick up Zobelle, and
squeeze him for the Irish.
Well, F.B.I.'s
working a case on the
separatist group.
Zobelle is on their radar.
So for now he's
off-limits to us.
Same bureaucratic bullshit, huh?
Look, I have no interest in creating
any collateral damage in your town, David.
I've already done
my fair share of that.
So any intel that you could
offer would be greatly appreciated.
Well, I don't know
anything about the I.R.A.
But Zobelle is responsible for
the car bombing at Teller-Morrow.
Well, looks like the
retaliation backfired, didn't it?
Jax tried to prevent that.
We tried to scoop up Zobelle
before Clay went in loaded for bear.
So the V.P.'s working
behind Clay's back?
Jax may have some suspicions
about what happened to Donna Winston.
It's a good thing Opie
didn't get picked up.
How is he doing?
I don't know.
You should ask him.
Why aren't they at school?
Grading day. You get my message?
No. It's been crazy here
with everybody gone.
I'm gonna head up to the cabin,
make sure Piney's not dead.
Means you're actually gonna
have to be a father today.
I'll handle it.
The old man's fine.
You know how he gets.
Yeah.
You behave for your pop. Okay.
Love you both.
Love you too, Grandma.
Let 'em through.
Russell's waitin'.
Understand you all
got safety concerns.
Just a bunch of short-timers
looking for some friends.
Monumental times, my brothers.
Black man in the White House.
Black saving white
in the big house.
My cousin says
you're dependable.
I've been working
with Laroy a long time.
Peckerwoods are flexing.
Protection ain't gonna come easy.
- What's the price?
- Got a couple of affiliated
friends fall from grace.
Ratted out my nephew.
Need y'all to deliver 'em to me.
That bitch over there
in protective custody.
Dion likes buff brown boys.
Notice you got
yourself one of 'em.
Yeah, we do. Any other rat?
Vincent Bell, tranny dealer.
"T" girl's gone AWOL
somewhere in Stockton.
Well, I'm gonna need
some time to reach outside.
So we do this,
black got our back?
When they're both delivered, Harley's
getting all kinds of love from the family.
Minutes are limited.
Reach out wisely.
Can you hear me now?
Yeah, you're funny.
♪ 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 ♪♪
What's his name?
Hello. Hi.
Where's Grandma? She
went to go find Grandpa.
Okay. I'll take care of it.
That was Clay. On the cell?
He needs me to run an errand.
It's gonna take a while. Okay.
I'll have Neeta take Kenny and
Ellie. And I'll just go grab the baby.
Pick 'em up from Jax's? Yeah.
Is there anything I can do?
Not right now.
Yeah, yeah, I got it.
I put Opie on the tranny snitch.
He's gonna use Trammel to set her up.
- Opie's doing it alone?
- We're a little busy.
- Then tap another charter.
- Hey, why don't you
get Hale to help?
All right! What
about the other one?
He's over there in P.C. He's
got a thing for Puerto Rican wood.
Ah, Juice bait? Yeah.
Yeah. We gotta lure Dion to some
place Russell's crew can get to him.
Set it up. I'll let our black
daddies know it's all in motion.
Break it up! Back
behind the line!
Settle down.
Must be lonely up there,
huh? I know you, blondie?
New on the block. I'm Clay.
Dion. Smoke?
Thanks.
Dion get you anything
you need, Clay.
Yeah? Mm-hmm.
That face and body... get
you a lot of, uh, store credit.
I appreciate the offer,
man, but I belong to him.
The fat guy with the beard.
No accounting for taste.
Got other revenue.
Short, pretty one.
Stupid haircut.
Absolutely doable, man.
Fifty credit.
Thirty. Need a test drive.
Okay. I'll make
sure he's tuned up.
Where? Infirmary.
Name's Vincent
Bell, A.K.A. Venus.
He's a tranny dealer.
I need you to track down the
he/she. I'll take it from there.
It's direct from Clay.
Okay. Just plant it in the car. All
right? I don't need a warrant for that.
- Put it under the driver's seat.
- And don't skimp
on the dope, all right?
I need a lot more than a
misdemeanor to get him into County.
Cool.
Up. Just get it off the bench.
How you doing, beautiful?
What?
We, uh... We need you
to take one for the club.
Oh, shit!
Snitch over there finds
you very appealing.
- Gotta get him outta P.C. for the family.
- Buys us protection.
Get him out how?
♪ Boom boom-boom,
boom, boom Boom-boom ♪
Oh, come on! Are you serious?
Nothing's gonna
happen. You're just bait.
Black will jump
in before he bites.
- Well, we hope.
- 50/50 chance you wind up
with no dick up your ass.
What? I arranged a
meet at the P.C. infirmary.
You gotta distract Dion, unlock
the guard gate, let in Russell's crew.
- It'll be a piece of cake.
- How do I get there?
- Guard!
- Open the gate.
Jesus Christ! I think you
cracked my rib. I know. I'm sorry.
Yeah, I know,
right? Tighter, right?
Where's Lyla?
She's right over there.
I got your message.
What do you need?
Um...
I saw the coke vials when
I was working on your car.
Yeah? And?
I need to ask a favor.
Call your dealer. Ask him to
make a delivery, half an ounce.
That's a lot of
blow. What's it for?
To help the club.
That's all I can tell you.
Shit.
Uh, Angus is an asshole.
Every time he makes a drop,
he won't leave till I blow him.
So I guess you wouldn't be
too upset if he never came back?
Should I ask why?
Look, you don't know me.
I'm sorry for coming
up on you like this.
But... I'm up against it here.
I need your help. And I promise
that it won't blow back on you.
Okay.
Tighter.
♪♪
Hi.
How you doing?
Juice.
Yes, you are. Right.
You come prepared. Oh, yeah. I
like to be responsible, you know?
- Good for you, Juicy.
- Yeah, yeah.
Wow. This is a lot
nicer than gen pop.
A little more intimate.
That too. Yeah. Mm-hmm.
Have a seat.
♪♪
You sore, baby? Yeah, a little.
Hmm?
Okay!
Don't be nervous,
sweetheart. I'm not.
I'm just...
You mind if we, uh, move this to
the bathroom? Little more private.
Sure, baby. I'm sort of shy.
Mm-hmm. I like to
get down to... business.
♪♪
Just let me grab the
condoms real quick. Just...
♪♪
Come on, honey.
Let's get this done!
We're coming!
Oh, shit.
Thanks.
I'm guessing you
won't be needing these?
On the gate. One coming in.
He's smiling.
Maybe he did take
one up the ass.
Well, that's one down.
Just need Ope to come
through, then we got protection.
Oh, shit. It's going down!
Juice!
Get it out! Get it out!
Guard! Guard!
Come on!
Come on!
Get him up.
Get that gate open. Come on.
♪ There is a balm in Gilead ♪
♪ To make the wounded whole ♪
♪ There is a balm in Gilead ♪
♪ To heal the sin sick soul ♪
♪ Sometimes I feel discouraged ♪
♪ And think my work's in vain ♪
♪ But then the Holy Spirit ♪
♪ Revives my soul again ♪♪
Good work, girls. See you
tomorrow afternoon at 2:30.
Hi, sweetheart.
Is this your baby?
Oh! I'm Grandma.
- I'll meet you out front,
Trissy.
- Okay.
Bye. Bye.
- She sings beautiful.
- I'm gonna be out of town
for the recital.
I'm trying to catch
some rehearsals.
You're a good dad.
How's she doing?
Dealing with the
rape and all? Okay.
Therapy's been helping a lot.
She's starting to talk about it.
That's good.
I heard about Clay.
Yeah.
Your office told
me you were here.
Didn't know who else to go to.
Maybe it's time for a
lesson, Gemma, for all of us.
Maybe. Mmm.
But this isn't it.
Zobelle set up that bust.
He's ripping apart the club.
He's ripping apart Charming.
Clay outed Jacob
Hale's bullshit scam.
Saved your land.
Thought maybe you'd
like to return the favor.
How big a favor?
300 against three
mil. Jesus Christ!
I'd have to put up the same
land for that kind of bail.
I mean, one infraction,
one guy splits,
I lose it all. They're
not safe, Elliott!
If I don't get them out of there, I
might not see any of them again.
I'm sorry.
Jesus Christ. I've been
waiting 10 goddamn minutes.
Sorry.
Let's... Let's go inside.
- Oh, shit.
- What the hell is this?
Luann hired
security. Get inside.
Relax, hot dog.
Let's call this your
harassment fine.
- You stupid bitch!
- Another word and
I blow your Jap head off.
I'm Chinese! You're gone.
We'll see.
Are you okay?
Oh, yeah.
I'm just a little sad.
Are you baptizing him? The
thought did cross my mind.
I figured he could use
all the help he can get.
Not sure what I'm doin'.
Here.
That's it? I think so.
Oh.
Thanks.
Come here, Abel.
Why are you so sad?
My son and my
husband... got arrested.
Guess I... I just
don't like being alone.
And that's why you came to
my dad. Money to get 'em out?
You're a smart girl.
You seem happy, baby.
Yeah. Tristen.
Come on, sweetheart.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Okay. Thanks, man.
Shank missed the vitals.
Juice is gonna live. Good, good.
- Let's hope
we're all that lucky.
- First part of the deal is done.
Opie will come through.
He's on his way to
Stockton right now.
We should have
protection before morning.
Yeah, let's just hope
Ope is not here with us.
Yeah. Or dead.
Hmph.
Oh, shit!
Goddamn. Aw, shit, man.
I'm sorry. I guess that
bitch didn't want to be set up.
What do I do? Get on my radio.
Officer down.
All right.
Officer down. Officer down.
Probably smells like pussy.
Thanks.
You okay?
Yep.
Thanks for not asking questions.
Okay. Well, I-I gotta
get going. Pick up my kid.
Oh, shit.
I gotta pick up mine too.
Well, I was gonna take Piper to get
something to eat. Your kids can come.
Pick them up at my place later.
No, that's okay. Look.
I don't know what
happened, Opie.
But maybe this isn't the best
time for you to be around your kids.
There's never a good time
for me to be around my kids.
I know the feeling.
Set-up on the tranny
went south. Bitch got away.
Trammel took a bullet.
Belly wound.
Is Opie okay?
Yeah.
You got to talk to Russell.
Maybe getting Dion
buys us some protection.
Morrow. Come with us.
What for? No idea. Let's go.
I ain't never seen
us beat up this bad.
Half our crew in hospital beds.
The med bills alone,
they're gonna bury us.
Yep.
We got to fix the things we can.
You and Clay, whatever it is,
it's gonna land on
you to make it right.
What makes you think
this would land on me?
Because Clay is old. He's mean.
And he is never gonna
admit that he made a mistake.
And he's earned that.
Nah, man.
Time don't mean shit.
I'm doing the best I
can to hold us together,
but if this split
gets any worse,
I'm gonna have to pick a corner.
You know, this club
needs a healing, brother.
And you got to be
the one to deliver it.
Oh, that's so good, Ellie.
Hi.
I'm here to pick up
Opie's kids. I'm Lyla.
I know who you
are. Where's Opie?
He's doing
something for the club.
Porn girl's here
for Kenny and Ellie.
You're kiddin' me.
I gotta pick up my
kid at my mom's.
Told Opie I'd take 'em all
out for something to eat.
We already fed 'em.
Okay.
I'm just trying to help
Opie. We don't know you.
We're not about to turn
two kids over to some...
Some hottie your
boyfriend jerks off to?
My guy's not into the
underdeveloped tween thing.
Why don't you go
pick up your own kid?
We'll tell Opie there's
been a change of plans.
Come on.
Is he out of his goddamn mind?
Perfect ending to a shitty day.
Lot of shitty days since
we last talked, huh?
Otto loses another
eye, car bombs,
assaulting Christians.
I get the sense that you
are losing control, Clay.
Which might explain
why... Ethan Zobelle...
is stealing your gun source.
Zobelle attacked
Otto, planted the bomb,
and he is now going
after your livelihood, Clay.
He's unraveling the club.
You can stop that
from happening.
Let me have the I.R.A.
They've already sold you
out. So you don't lose anything.
And no guns means that
Zobelle and his Aryan crew...
have no reason
to be in Charming.
Let me make this arrest go away,
and everything
returns to normal.
The only I.R.A. I work with...
is the one my accountant
feeds at tax time.
Hmm.
How are the hands? Hmm?
I watched my dad go
through the same thing.
Painful shit.
How long do you think
you have, Clay? Huh?
I know the rules.
Can't ride. Can't lead.
How long did your daddy last?
Seeing how you hate men,
I'm guessing he rubbed those
sore hands up and down...
your fine-ass body
for a long time.
Well...
I guess I really should
speak with the heir apparent.
It seems that Jax has a
better grasp on the big picture.
I mean, I know that he
was working with Hale...
to get to Zobelle before
you did something stupid,
like attack a
Christian family dinner.
You talk to whoever
the hell you want to.
You ain't gonna get
nothing but the same truth.
You sure about that?
Hale tells me that things have been a
little tense between you and your stepson,
you know, since Jax figured
out that you killed Donna.
Let's go, Teller.
Hey, man.
Come on!
No! No! They need this!
Do it!
Come on! Come on!
Get him, man! Come on!
Code silver. Code silver.
We have a fight
in holding cell "D."
Oh, yes!
Hold on there, baby!
Whoo!
Code silver. Code silver.
We have a fight
in holding cell "D."
Go on, man. Go on!
He messed you up!
Go! Let's go!
Let's go! Let's go!
That ain't gonna do it!
Do it now!
Hey.
Tried calling. No one answered.
Well, we're a little
shorthanded. Mm-hmm.
What's going on?
How long do you think we can
keep Charming the way it is, Gemma?
Well, I don't know.
Everything caves under
the weight of greed.
I've seen it my whole life.
Nothing stays simple.
Yeah.
Guess that's true.
I called Rosen. Posted
bail a few hours ago.
Oh, my God.
Promise to keep 'em out
of trouble until after the trial.
I'll chain 'em to the
auto lifts if I have to.
Okay.
Thank you, Elliott.
Thank Tristen.
Good night.
Hey, you guys. Let's go.
Thank Tara.
Thank you, Tara. You're welcome.
Thank you, Tara. You're welcome.
You kids wait in the car.
They're good kids.
Look, I'm sorry
about the Lyla thing.
I wouldn't have done
it if I didn't trust her.
Guess we made a judgment call.
Maybe you weren't
thinking clearly.
That sounds like
a judgment call.
She's a porn star.
She's a single mom. She's just
trying to make it work like the rest of us.
How's Jax doing with it?
He's figuring it out.
Good he has you to help him.
You'll find someone, Ope.
Time's right, it'll happen.
I went by my place.
All of Mary's shit
is gone. She split.
I'm sorry.
She couldn't be a mom 20
years ago, can't do it now.
We'll help with the kids.
You're not alone, Ope.
Yeah, I am.
Good night.
I know you want the
M.C. on a better path.
Put some distance between
the law and the Harleys.
Legit porn business
is proof of that.
It's real smart, Jax.
My guess is that you don't
even want to be dealing guns.
I'm not after SAMCRO.
I want Cameron Hayes's...
True I.R.A. contacts.
Consider it retaliation...
for the mick
assholes jumping ship.
And we both know that you'll
never win this war against Zobelle.
I'm not in a war.
You look pretty
battle worn to me.
Look, I don't give a shit about
this beef between you and Clay.
Your club, your business.
But maybe I can help
you repair the damage,
very least, keep you alive.
How long do you think you're gonna
last out there in the yard? Hmm?
They will pick
you off one by one,
same way they did Juice.
Then get us a decent bail.
I'll do better than that.
You give me
inroads to the Irish,
I'll get you and the
club full immunity.
I might even be able to get
Otto's parole back on track.
You have to think
past your hatred for me.
You're smarter than that.
I am offering you...
a bigger picture.
You have a great
girl, a beautiful son.
I know how much
they mean to you.
Yeah.
My son, he's given me...
a new pair of glasses.
You know? Hmm.
I find myself thinking
about the things I do.
Things I say.
Ramifications.
You have to.
Not as angry or reactive.
I can see that.
For instance, you
showing me these photos,
trying to play my rage,
my need for revenge,
didn't work.
See, I was able to
take a moment, think.
And I realized...
that if we did have a
relationship with the Irish,
which of course, we don't,
what'd stop me
from tipping them off?
Lettin' 'em know you
got 'em under thumb?
You took a huge
risk playing that card.
Which means you're desperate.
You got nothin'.
Wow.
You really are the smart one.
Oh, uh, by the way,
your bail was posted.
You're all free to go.
Hey.
You ever heard from Kohn?
Dangerous being a fed.
♪ It's a sight ♪
♪ To behold ♪
♪ When you got
small words to mold ♪
♪ And you can
make 'em your own ♪
♪ Still, love, it would
be much better ♪
♪ Love, it would
be much better ♪
♪ I'm told ♪
♪ It's like golden ♪
♪ Corn ♪
♪ And I love ♪
♪ Its golden glow ♪
♪ But, love, it would
be much better ♪
♪ Love, it would
be much better ♪
♪ Love, it would
be much better ♪
♪ Love, it would
be much better ♪
♪ I know ♪
♪ I know ♪♪
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