Sons of Anarchy (2008–2014): Season 2, Episode 8 - Potlatch - full transcript

[Children Playing Outside]

[Footsteps Approaching]

I finished it.

What do you want me to say?

You keep saying you
want to change things,

but you keep
repeating old behavior.

Can't have it both ways.

Is there anything
you love so much...

you'd protect it
no matter the cost?

The damage it did to you? Yeah.

Yeah, a child. Yeah.



That's how I feel
about this club.

Since I was five, Tara, all I ever
wanted was a Harley and a cut.

Look, change won't
happen quick...

or without blood,

but it'll happen.

It has to.

I'll see you later.

[Door Closes]

[Motorcycle Starts, Revs]

[Liquid Pouring]

You get any sleep?

Not much.

That fight with
Jax... It's my problem.

Donna?



Don't matter why.

Had to happen.

What? Him challenging me...

It's in his D.N.A.

Maybe you're right.

Ghost of his old
man haunting him.

And how does that play out?

Guess we'll find out.

I want to do a dinner
tonight. Everyone.

Not a good time.
It's the perfect time.

We need it.

Do what you gotta do.

What did you tell Stahl?

There's nothing
to tell. Bullshit!

A.T.F.'s looking into
Zobelle and the Irish.

She's not digging into SAMCRO.

She's just doing her job.
She wants the supplier.

I got no delusions about
us being on the same side,

but we both know that Zobelle and
this A.T.F. bitch are bad for Charming.

You were right. Zobelle
doesn't make mistakes.

He's protected. Oh, my God.

A.T.F. can't touch the League.

F.B.I.'s looking
into white hate.

Right. That's why
Stahl needs us.

And why would the feds need you?

Sons just being
mechanics and all.

Big picture, Deputy.

Look at it. [Cell Phone Rings]

It's a little bit painful when I
ride. ♪♪ [Stereo: Blues-rock]

Sometimes I feel it when I walk.

Other than that, back to normal.

Is it gay that I want to see it?

Gay curious. Come on. Drop 'em.

[Bobby] Showtime.
[Zipper Unzips]

Is it supposed to
be that swollen?

- Think so.
- They look uneven.

One nut's always bigger
than the other one. It's like...

Really? Yeah.

Well, I... I think mine
are equally huge, man.

[Half-Sack] Hey,
buddy. What's going on?

- I shouldn't have to see that.
- [Laughing]

[Bobby] The new ball. I gather.

Congrats. Thanks.

What's up?

We need to take a look at
this thing with Clay and Jax.

I heard they got
into it at County.

- It was brutal, man.
- Shit's been brewing
for months...

Since Donna.

You think Donna's death's got
something to do with their beef?

No. Started way before.

What do you think
they're fighting about?

- Jax pushing for change.
- That kind of beef
is good for this club.

It keeps us current. What's going
on between them is much uglier.

And if it keeps going,
it's gonna hurt us...

Worse than Zobelle
and the A.T.F.

We gotta dig into them.

- We gotta get to the truth.
- I can talk to Jax.

You two been bumping
heads. He'll tell me.

He knows I want to help.

All right.

Tigger, you should talk to Clay.

Yeah. Okay.

We have got to find
out what's going on.

Bring it to the table,
and we get past this shit.

It's on us to fix this.

Hey.

What?

We're just downloading
to the prospect.

And his new swollen nut.

Yeah. Welcome back, shithead.

Chinese just called.
They want a sit-down.

I gotta head out to Caracara.

Where's Clay?

Appreciate you helping us out.

You got my word... We ain't
gonna burn you on the bail.

Well, you can thank your wife.

Reminded me we were just a
couple of kids from a small town.

I might need your help
protecting our small town.

From what? Jacob Hale.

He's been using his
clout on city council.

In the last year, he's
changed three city charters,

giving more power to the mayor.

Mayor gig's pretty
much ceremonial.

Not anymore.

The post has full veto
authority over town policy,

including eminent
domain decisions.

Sheesh.

Guess who's running for mayor.

Hale. Wants your timberland.

I gotta run against him. It's
the only way to protect this.

I need your help.

Sam Crow has
sway over this town.

You in my corner, I got a shot.

Well, there's something
I need from you.

Piece of land,
access road, power.

Something off the radar. Guns?

You don't ever need to know.

Show of good faith.

It's the knife with
your fingerprints on it...

we used to kill the
scumbag raped your little girl.

I know what it is.

I ain't got nothing on you now.

From here on out, we
gotta trust each other.

Just the good word
of two honest men.

[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 ♪♪

[Luann] No, that's not gonna
happen. [Continues, Indistinct]

- Can you call Opie?
- What happened?

Someone broke in.

Stole our H.D.
camera and my laptop.

I had three rough
cuts on it. Shit.

What happened to the guard
dog I bought you? [Lyla Sobbing]

See for yourself.

It's okay, sweetie. No
one's gonna hurt you. Never.

[Indistinct Conversations]

Oh, man.

Lyla's scared.

She wants Ope.

Okay.

Hungry? Dim sum's better than
good head. What do you want, Lin?

Last time we visited
one of your restaurants,

we were throwing shots at each
other. Why I wanted to see you.

We need guns. Our
distributor is temporarily off-line.

If it was the feds that shut your
guy down, we're not interested.

It wasn't A.T.F... I.N.S.

He's having a little trouble
getting into the country.

We know you deal AKs.

We'll pay double,
all you can get us.

As a show of good
faith... [Snaps Fingers]

a gift.

Come on.

Oh, shit.

- Hey, guys.
- What the hell happened
to his hands?

My sexual proclivities...

They took their toll on Mr. Lin.

Can't grab it, can't pull it.

- I accept that.
- Jesus Christ, man.

Turns out you only need two
fingers to work a calculator.

He paid off his debt,

but, uh, my new
son-in-law's an accountant.

Told my daughter
I'd give him the job.

So, Chuck is all yours.

Thanks. We'll pass.

Thought he was a
friend of yours. I am.

Otto and me are best friends.

- Let you know
about the guns.
- Please, Clay.

If you don't take me,
they're just gonna kill me.

You're already dead in my
book, Chucky. Come on, Clay.

Lin's a psycho. [Grunts]
Oh, hey, hey, hey, hey.

- W-We'll take him.
- What?

He can, uh... He can
do the books at Caracara.

It'll free Bobby up. Get up.

Come on.

Now, are we really going
to the Irish for the AKs...

knowing that Stahl's onto them?

We don't know anything
Stahl says is true.

That bitch'll tell you anything to get
what she wants. We'll go to Edmond's.

[Cell Phone Rings]
We'll feel it out.

If he's got the guns, we'll figure out
a safe way to make the transaction.

If he doesn't, then we'll
know he's selling to Zobelle.

Be right there. That was Jax.

- Gotta go to Caracara.
- Hey, I'm gonna need you guys.

You stay available. Okay.

- Yeah.
- Hey. Take Chucky.

Go on. Go on.

What?

Come on. Open the door for him.

[Monitor Beeping]

[Ragged Breathing]

Fiona?

Morning.

Jesus.

What the hell are
you doing here?

I heard about what happened.

We were worried.

That's from Kerrianne.

You alone?

Doesn't matter. Came to see you.

How are you feeling?

Like I was blown up.

Doctor says I'm healing.

I'm glad.

Bad idea, your coming here.

Hmm. My life's a series
of bad ideas, lovey.

[Woman On P.A., Indistinct]

Yeah.

Sleep.

[Sighs, Murmurs Gaelic Word]

[Jax] That dog
cost me four grand.

And that was a $10,000 camera.

The camera's insured.
The rough cuts...

Worth 10 times as much.

- This had to be Georgie,
right?
- Of course it was.

[Scoffs] Look pretty cozy.

Yeah. I think
they're kinda cute.

Reminds me of me and Otto.

- [Jax] She okay? - I think so.

Who did this? Shit that's
missing... It's gotta be Caruso.

Let's go.

See you later? Yeah.

Hey. What time does
Gemma want us for dinner?

Oh. 8:00.

Gemma's having a
potluck. Wants us all there.

Sounds like a
good idea. [Scoffs]

I, uh... I got Kenny and Ellie.

Bring 'em.

Lyla?

She's been helping me out.

- You serious about it?
- I don't know.

- Kids like her.
- You hitting it?

[Jax] Come on, Bobby. No.

We're just hanging out.
Dude, she's a porn star.

Your point? My point
is, she's a porn star.

You gotta hit it.

What do you know about
hooking up with porn stars?

Just what I heard.

You know, it can get, like...

You know, I have been around.
You know, I mean, it's like...

You know, i-it gets crazy
sometimes. You know?

You should bring her
to dinner tonight, man.

Yeah. Gemma won't mind. Come on.

Right.

Hey. What the hell, dude?

I forgot. Shit. It's a
gift from the Chinese.

- Figured he could help
with the books.
- Nice to see you.

Wow. They chopped them off?

[Bobby] That is deep shit, man.

- I'm still adjusting.
- Does that mean you can't...

Well, I'm very thick, so, yes,
masturbation is pretty much impossible.

- That's gotta suck.
- I'm very indebted
to all of you.

Lin's been out of his mind.

Why is that? He's losing
turf to the Mexicans.

Heroin? Yeah.

Mayans took over everything
south of Water Street.

- That's why they need the guns.
- He's pushing in
on Niners turf.

What does that mean for us?

Georgie's studio is
halfway to Oaktown.

Maybe we should
check in on Laroy.

Come with us, Chucky.

We'll put you to
use. I accept that.

- [Toilet Flushing] - [Clay]
Late night at the pub?

In the future, I'd appreciate a little
heads-up before you fellas drop in.

Where are the Russian AKs, man?

- Sold 'em.
- To who?

Guessing you wouldn't want us
telling other customers who you were.

Our deal was we move your
handguns, you sell us the AKs.

When we get more,
you'll be the first to know.

That's bullshit, man.

You don't mind if I take
another look around, do you?

Don't take kindly to your
suspicions. It's okay. It's okay.

It's okay.

We just got an unexpected order,
and we was hoping to fill it is all.

- Next time.
- Yeah.

[Grunts]

Those guns are in
that house, man. I know.

Means they're selling to
Zobelle. We keep eyes on him.

Zobelle's crew shows
up, we take our guns back.

Sack, you got first shift.

Right.

Aye. They were pissed.
[Motorcycles Revving]

Clay backed 'em off, but
he knew something was up.

[Motorcycles Departing]

We sure about this, Dad? We
haven't even cleared it with Jimmy O.

Yeah. Yeah, okay.

I'll let you know.

Morning, lovey.

Your dad?

Yeah.

Who's Jimmy O?

He's no one you'd
ever want to meet.

[Monitor Beeping]

You're a long way
from home, sweetheart.

Yes, I am.

Why? I was worried about him.

Could have sent flowers.

Just needed to see him, Gemma.

We are in a shit storm here.

The last thing we need is
you turning him inside out.

[Door Opens]

Hello.

Dr. Knowles, Fiona
Larkin. Nice to meet you.

I'm afraid I.C.U. is for
immediate family members only.

She is family.

I'm his wife.

♪♪ [Stereo: Pop-rock]

Pardon me?

What do you need? I called
Mr. Caruso about watching my reel.

Mutilation fetish.

Wait here.

He's here.

Not interested.

I got something else.
[Groans] Mother...

Hey. Hey! Get out.

Now.

♪♪ [Techno] [Jax] Georgie.

No.

[Groaning]

How does that
feel, you dead bitch?

- Hey!
- Come in, O.J.

Get us the camera...

Before my boy here
crushes his throat.

[Ragged Breathing] Get
the goddamn camera.

I'll cover him.

I'm guessing this one's ours.

But maybe we should
take both just in case.

All my shit's on that one.

- This one?
- You son of a bitch.

Don't.

That's for killing the dog,
you psycho piece of shit.

You think this is how it works?

You idiots can just crash in
here and take stuff from me?

You got no idea. You
white-trash morons.

- You got no...
- Lyla's with me now.

You touch her, call her,

even think about
her... I'll kill you.

[Exhales]

Come on, Chucky boy. I
think we owe you a drink.

Yeah. Two fingers of tequila.

Yeah, humor's very healing.

I'll bet Georgie could
use a drink and a laugh.

What do we do here?

I didn't know Chibs was married.

Yeah, they never got divorced.

It's been a long time
since they were together.

I'm sensing she's
not a favorite.

There have been three
women I'm afraid of...

My mother, my
third-grade math teacher,

and that Irish bitch.

Hey, where's Chibs
at? His insurance shit?

He'll be off critical
in a day or two.

He'll have to finish his recovery
at Stockton. That can't happen.

Not with her around. He
can't be out of our sight.

There's nothing I can do. There's
always something we can do.

Do you have the paperwork for...

Do you see that redhead?

Margaret Murphy,
Chief Administrator.

She has been up
my ass about the club.

I try anything,
she'll be all over it.

Can't happen.

[Bell Dings] ♪♪ [Easy-listening]

Going down?

Yes, ma'am.

[Bell Dings]

Where's the van?

Jax and the guys took it.

Jesus Christ.

Son of a bitch. Hey,
this thing with Jax, man...

I mean, you haven't said much.

Is it that Donna
thing? That's part of it.

Anything I can do? Doubt it.

Shit's already got
you spun around.

What-What does that
mean? Killing Donna...

It's flipped some switch in you.

Not even sure that
patch makes sense.

You think I can't
make the hard call?

With-With all the shit that
I've done for you and this club?

It's not about the
shit you've done.

It's about the shit you may
have to do. I can do my job.

- [Cell Phone Rings]
- Good to know.

[Ringing Continues]

- Yeah?
- Weston just got here. One other guy.

Follow the guns. Right.

Call everybody.

[Indistinct Conversations]

What do you want? Laroy.
Won't mind us dropping by.

Hey, wait here.

We know the way.

- [Phone Beeping] - Pardon
me. Orange Fanta, please.

[Indistinct Conversations]

[Jax] Oh, shit.

New owners.

- We should go.
- Yeah.

♪♪ [Woman Rapping]

[Opie Groans]

♪ I'm that bitch ♪

♪ I'm that bitch ♪♪

Weston has the guns
up ahead at the rest stop.

It looks like they're
waiting for a pickup.

Where is everyone?

Get 'em on the
phone. I want 'em here!

All right. [Phone Beeping]

- [Phone Buzzing]
- Probably should
have called ahead...

and made sure Laroy was home.

That would've
been the smart play.

[Buzzing Continues] That's gotta be
Clay, wondering where the hell we are.

Yeah.

Heard things got pretty
out of hand in County.

You and me always
been able to talk about shit.

Not lately.

Yeah.

Think maybe it's got something to do
with this beef you got going with Clay.

Maybe if I knew what it was...
It's about keeping shit contained.

What the hell is that
supposed to mean?

You're getting in
deeper with Clay.

I don't know, Ope.

I feel like I'm
losing all my friends.

[Alvarez Speaks Spanish]

Laroy don't live
here no more, ese.

Yeah, we put that together. Where'd
you get the Russian hardware?

New friends, opportunities.

You got a point to
make, make it quick.

My mom's expecting
us for dinner.

I'm not invited?

I might need someone
to bus a few tables.

[Spanish]

You tell Clay that bullshit
truce we had is off the table.

Every state, every charter...

Mayans are no friends of.

Get 'em outta here.

- And take their cuts.
- That ain't gonna happen.

You will lay it at my feet,
cabrón. Pull the trigger, man.

That's the only way this
leather's coming off my back.

Summer of love
may be over, jefe,

but killing the
mother charter's V.P.?

Well, you might wanna
think about that move.

Next time a Son walks
into Mayan territory,

they don't walk out.

[Spits]

[Police Radio Chatter]

Aw, shit.

What do we know?

Know she's dead.
Beaten to death.

Saw some wood
splinters. Probably a bat.

Call for a body wagon.

♪♪ [Radio: Rock And Roll, Faint]

[Tires Screech]

[A.J.] What the hell?

- Right there!
- Do not move!

Easy.

Think you may have
accidentally picked up our order.

Yeah, these are
definitely our cigars.

[Chuckling] Something
funny, white boy?

It's just amazing how
bad your timing is.

[Tires Screeching] Oh, shit.

[Tig] Drop it, drop
it, drop it, drop it!

Let's go! Move! Come on!

Move!

- Shit! I want the guns!
- Clay!

- Come on!
- Cover him!

Clay!

Come on, let's go! Move! Go!

Come on.

Go, go, go!

Jesus Christ! How the
hell did that happen?

They follow you?
Not sure. We whole?

Load 'em!

I'll follow you to
the delivery. No.

Zobelle wants to
do this personally.

You should head
back to the cigar shop...

before something
else goes wrong.

And you should
adjust your attitude.

[Indistinct Conversations]
♪♪ [Stereo: Slow Blues]

♪♪ [Woman Singing]

Thought you were bringing
a salad. I've been busy.

What?

This is a hostile work
environment claim...

filed against me and my
proxy by Margaret Murphy.

[Scoffs] Are you kidding me?

What a bunch of pussies.

You threatened her.

I had a passionate conversation
with her in the elevator.

This is my livelihood!

Do you have any idea how hard
I've worked to get to where I am?

Yeah, I get it.

Do you? This could
cost me my goddamn job!

The club is the club. My
life is my life. Stay out of it!

[Lyla] Hey.

Perfect. Serving
hand jobs for dessert?

That's real nice
in front of the kids.

[Door Closes]

Lyla, where you going?

Home! I am tired of
taking abuse, Ope.

That doctor's an arrogant bitch.

[Chuckles]

Sorry.

Thanks, brother.

Jesus Christ. Here we go.

Dinner with Mom. [Laughs]

Weston almost lost
the guns to Sam Crow.

He got all bent out of shape when
he couldn't deliver them to you.

Mr. Weston does a
lot of things very well,

but understanding the need for
this type of relationship evades him.

That's not necessary.

This is the third delivery
you haven't let me pay for.

That's not the way
business is done.

I'm a venture
capitalist, Mr. Alvarez.

I'm investing in the
future of your organization.

Talk to your associates in
Stockton and Pelican Bay.

They'll assure you
I'm a fair player...

and a good friend to have.

I will.

Can you ease up
on Lyla? She's just...

I know. Doing her best.

[Scoffs] Trust me. I keep
hanging out with this family,

I may be sucking
cock to pay my bills too.

What the hell's the
matter with you?

[Footsteps Approaching]
Ask your mother.

- What happened?
- Come on, everybody.

Come on. Let's sit down.

[Door Opens]

Where the hell were you?

What are you talking about? I got
two guys laying in hospital beds...

and the rest of you decide not
to pick up your goddamn phone?

We were neck deep
in our own pile of shit.

Well, we almost got killed
trying to take back our guns, man.

Club business.
Not here, asshole.

Whoa! Whoa! Hey! Hey! Hey!

I mean it! Come on! I mean it!

- All right.
- Hey, they were
helping me, Clay.

We had some payback
to deliver at Caracara.

Well, hopefully it went a little
better than the Trammel task.

Aw, blow me,
shithead. Excuse me!

Sorry to interrupt.

I figured I should
tell you this in person.

We just found Luann
Delaney off County 18.

Beaten to death.

There's no other
details right now.

I'm sorry.

[Door Closes]

Did you cause this?

What are you talking
about? Payback...

at Caracara?

This is on me, Clay. And me too.

[Tig] What did you idiots do?
I'm not talking to you, asshole.

Watch your mouth,
Bobby! Watch your mouth!

Come on! Let go!

See what you're
doing to this club?

I'm serious, man! Do you see
what you're doing to this club?

I was risking my
ass for this club!

Bullshit. You're as
blind as you are crippled.

No. The blind guy's
in jail with no wife...

'cause you just got her killed!

I'm not the one murdering women!

- [Chattering]
- [Groans]

[Man] ♪ It's time,
all you people ♪

♪ Turn around ♪

♪ For the life
we've been livin' ♪

♪ And messin' around ♪

♪ The blood
we've been spillin' ♪

♪ Will bleed us dry ♪

♪ The life we've been killin' ♪

♪ Is your life like mine ♪

♪ Turn around ♪

♪ For the life
we've been livin' ♪

♪ Messin' around ♪♪

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