Sons of Anarchy (2008–2014): Season 2, Episode 9 - Fa Guan - full transcript

[Gate Lock Buzzes]

You okay?

Something that brutal...

Had to be payback or a message?

We don't know.

It could've been the
scumbag producer.

We roughed up
Caruso a couple times.

When?

Yesterday.

You should go, Jax.

Yeah.



I'm sorry, man.

All right. Thanks, man.

Rosen. Where's he
at with the charges?

The quality of the
security video is shit.

He's gonna push
to have it tossed.

And most of the families
at the Christian Center...

don't want to get involved.

Well, that should slow
down the D.A. Yeah.

Gentlemen?

So, uh, I couldn't come
through on your guns.

A.T.F.'s got eyes
on my supplier.

Not what I wanted to hear.

Well, I'm hoping
to make it up to you.

You mentioned that your
gun source has I.N.S. issues?



Maybe we can help.

It's no secret you're losing
your slice of the "H" pie.

You need guns to guard your
corners. I need a new pipeline.

Work together.

[Exhales]

Got my guy detained in Oakland.

New level of security at Customs
flagged his passport and visa as bogus.

He's claiming it's
a technical error.

And if I.N.S. starts
digging? They find the truth.

Mahmoud Zakairi, ex-P.L.O.

Gun feed heads
straight back to Hamas.

Hearing's tomorrow morning.

And your crew couldn't
persuade the judge? Too risky.

My guys show up, the
judge doesn't spook,

they'll start digging into
Mahmoud's Asian contacts.

But a bunch of white
guys twist the judge's arm...

[Snickers] You
all look the same.

[Laughs]

We do this, you make sure Mahmoud
opens up his pipeline to the Sons.

We'll both be in your debt.

♪♪ [Rock On Radio]

Room 208. Have a good time.

Ah, son of a bitch.

[Engine Starts]
Let's get out of here.

[Grunting]

[Door Opens] Oh, shit!

Date's over, kids. Come
on and get your clothes on.

Five girls, four johns.

Couple of them in
possession. Crank.

Pussy and a bump.
[Police Radio Chatter]

Has to be Darby.
Excuse me, Chief.

Skinny blonde says
she's gotta talk to you.

This is a mistake,
okay? We were set up.

Oh. Call our
boss. He'll tell you.

You're willing to give up Darby?

We don't work for that scumbag.

Well, who's your
boss? Jax Teller.

[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 Singing
Country On Jukebox]

Get in here. I
made banana bread.

Want a piece? Still warm.

Shut the door.

Unser picked up two of your come
divas in a low-rent hooker sting.

Shit. I knew getting
into porn was a bad call.

- I want us out.
- [Exhales]

Losing Luann was awful,

but we have other directors,
and Caracara is in full swing.

It's a solid moneymaker.

It's dirty, and
I'm done with it.

Liquidate. You sell
off whatever you can.

Porn is Jax's deal.
We all voted yes.

Close it down!

I'll handle the little prince.

Oh, geez.

- What do we got?
- The I.N.S. judge
is small time, man.

Close to retirement.

He lives alone, cushy little
suburb just outside of Oakland.

Widower, one kid.
Son at Berkeley.

That's our emotional
leverage... The kid.

He's local. He's
exposed. We threaten that.

I told Lin we were gonna have to
see the guns we're risking our ass for,

so I arranged to have
a little hardware test.

That's you.

What? Who's gonna
press the judge?

Bobby and Ope. And you take Happy
with you. He'll know how to persuade.

[Slams Table] This is bullshit!

Give us a minute.

What the hell is this? Testing hardware?
What am I, a goddamn prospect?

This ain't about
you. It's about Ope.

It's important we
bring him closer.

The deeper in he gets,
the more we're protected.

Yeah, and the
more you'll hurt Jax.

I don't give a shit about Jax.

How did Otto take it?

Oh. The same way
any of us would.

Do we know who? Not yet.

Georgie and his crew left
for Thailand this morning.

It's a buying trip.
Fleeing the scene.

That's where my money lands.

Luann is not your fault.

Yeah.

Take a lap, kid.

All right.

Fiona was here.

When? Yesterday.

Apparently my kid got
wind of the accident.

Fi came to make sure I was okay.

Jimmy O with her?

I didn't see him, but he'd
never let her travel on her own,

so he must be here.

When we were inside, Stahl had
photos of Zobelle with Cameron...

trying to get us to
sell out the I.R.A.

Cameron's selling
to Zobelle? [Exhales]

Confirmed it yesterday.
We lost the Irish pipeline.

[Groans] Jimmy'll be going mad.

Hey, it wasn't our choice, man.

It doesn't matter.

He'll still find a
way of blaming me.

- Hey, Doc.
- Hey.

Just checking up. Chief
Unser's looking for you.

Okay.

Look, we'll handle
it. You just get better.

You okay? Yeah.

I talked to Dr. Gallagher. We're
taking you off the critical list.

You should be able to go
home in about a week or so.

Well, that's good news.

[Sighs] Appreciate you
looking after me, Tara.

You're a good girl.
You're welcome.

You do know your
insurance has lapsed?

Yeah. My last birthday,

seems that I aged into
the unaffordable bracket.

You're gonna have to finish your
recuperation at Stockton Memorial.

Come on, Doc. Give
me a few more days.

There's nothing I can do. It's out
of my hands. It's hospital policy.

Then I'll do the rest of
my mending at home.

Stockton has a
good cranial expert.

I don't give a shit
about my head!

Do you think I'm gonna be lying on my
goddamn back somewhere unprotected?

[Monitor Beeping]

Ran a sting this morning.
Prostitution. Logger Point Motel.

Hookers in Charming?

Yeah. Hookers and movie stars.

Two of them were your Caracara
girls. Want to talk to their boss.

Perfect.

Hey.

- You okay?
- Uh... [Clears Throat]

Yeah.

Anything on Luann?

Uh, crime scene is clean.

Right now we got nothin'.

Gemma, can you
give me a few minutes?

Yeah.

You need anything?

Oh, honey, I'm fine. I'm fine.

All right.

I'll catch up with
you at the station.

[Grunts]

I wanted to make sure this Luann
thing doesn't get you overreacting.

You think it was Zobelle?

Do you?

No.

Zobelle didn't kill me. He's not gonna
risk murder on someone like Luann.

Doesn't cut deep enough.

Yeah. Makes sense.

Oh, shit!

Are you okay? Yeah.

I keep forgetting to
take that stupid pill...

that helps my equilibrium.

Well, Della's helping you
monitor the meds, yeah?

[Sighs]

She, uh, went to be with
her mother for a while.

It's been three months. [Scoffs]

Jesus Christ, Wayne. You been
going through this shit all alone?

I'm a prick, Gemma.

Treatments make me miserable.

It's the best thing for now.

Well, if you need anything,

just let me know.

Uh, folks in my support group...

been going to this,
uh, revival service.

Was gonna check it out.

Use a ride tomorrow morning.

I'll clear my calendar.

You know, this thing with
Luann... ♪♪ [Man Singing, Faint]

Maybe you should
take a few days off.

We're all logging extra time on
the sex cams, trying to help Jax.

I'm just saying. If you want to take
some downtime, I'd help you out.

I'm not looking to be
taken care of, Ope.

- This is what I do.
- I know.

I better be getting back. Ope.

Will I see you later? It's
gonna be a pretty late one.

Bobby's sister's
watching the kids.

Well, I don't mind
watching them.

I'll bring Piper by, rent
a movie or something.

That's okay. I can't
keep doing this to you.

I like going to your place.

It feels like a home.

Okay. See you in the morning.

[Kisses]

♪ In my eyes, in my heart ♪

♪♪ [Continues, Faint]

Is that okay?

Yeah.

Hey! Keep an eye on Lyla.

- Anything happens,
give us a call.
- I accept that.

Let's go, Legs.
You got a visitor.

[Keys Clanking In Lock]

What the hell were you
thinking? Got a phone call.

Wouldn't give his name. Offered
us 10 grand to help out Darby.

What do you mean, "help out"?

He wanted his johns thinking
they had some high-end pussy.

Two days of work...
That was the deal.

And day one, the cops show
up. Look, it had to be Georgie.

Psycho killed
Luann, got us busted.

When'd you get the call?
Day before yesterday.

That's before we hassled
Georgie. Setup's not on him.

Then who is it?

I don't know.

Aren't you gonna bail us out?

Yeah. Let me just get an
advance on my trust fund.

♪♪ [Piano: Classical]

[Bell Jingles] [Ethan] Ah.

[Bell Jingles] Deputy Chief.

Your tip panned out.

Well, to be honest, I'm
surprised you acted on it.

Where else is Darby
dealing crank and pussy?

I'm not quite certain you and I
are on the same page yet, David.

I thought by now we'd
be working together.

That security footage of me
and Darby's bullshit... it's nothing.

Well, nothing criminal,

but I think it would raise
enough eyebrows on city council...

to throw your appointment
as chief into question.

Darby's got a cooker
in an old motor home.

Scrap metal yard off Manion.

Also, another low-rent
brothel at the Red Oak Suites.

That's all of it.

This is your last chance.

Do your job.

How'd it go with
the Chinese? Okay.

What? Clay heard what
happened to the girls.

That and Luann... He
wants me to kill Caracara.

It's club action. He
can't shut it down.

Well, he don't give a shit.

Someone paid our girls to
be on Darby's roster today.

Wanted them to get busted.

You think Clay needed an
excuse to shut me down?

I'm not sure I know what either
one of you would do anymore.

[Chattering]

We need Caracara.

It's our only club income.

Gun biz is back online.
New 20, new source.

We're done with pussy.

Just for a minute,

try to think past this
bullshit between you and me.

Porn is a legitimate business,
Clay. So's auto repair.

And that don't
make my skin crawl.

Look at your run with
guns over the last few years.

We've lost more than we've
earned... money and blood.

- Well, that's gonna change.
- With the Chinese?

We don't even know
if this pipeline is real...

or where the guns
are coming from!

Hamas.

Jesus Christ. That's where
you're putting the future of our club?

Sam Crow deals guns.

You had your little
romp as porn king.

You tied us to prostitution. You got
one of our member's old lady killed.

You are really
gonna stand there...

and lay the guilt of
a dead wife on me?

You remember that
promise I made?

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Let me make it easy for you.

[Clatters On Table]

You need a majority vote
to shut down Caracara.

We put it out at
church tomorrow night.

[Door Opens, Closes]

Oh, brother.

[Inhales, Exhales]

Want to tell me what that
"dead wife" shit was about?

Otto knew, man.

I got Luann killed.

No, you thought you were
doing the right thing. [Scoffs]

[Exhales] I was tapping Luann.

You serious?

Ever since I took
over her books.

How was that?

A little scary.

[Chuckles]

Well, you're covered,
I guess. Prison clause.

Yeah, I know, but
it still feels shitty.

Sorry, man.

Yeah. Well, we move on.

[Scoffs] Right.

[Exhales] You know, Clay...
he's not gonna get a majority vote.

The guys, they love porn.
They practically live at the studio.

That's why he hates it.

Come equals cash, brother.

We all know it.

Caracara ain't going nowhere.

[Door Closes]

We gotta talk...
You and me, alone.

I'm done with alone. Anything
you gotta say, Bobby can hear.

All right.

It's about Opie.

Clay's got him on point working
this judge. Nothing I can do.

If this thing goes bad when
Opie has to go down that road,

there's no way he's coming back.

You're worried about
losing your right-hand seat?

We both know why
shit's upside down.

Keep Ope light.

I'll show up after I check
those guns and work this judge.

The way me and Ope are going,

I try and talk him down, might
be the very thing pushes him to it.

Maybe you should
tag along anyhow.

Okay. Okay.

I'll meet you at
that judge's house.

Zobelle is putting down roots.

He's backing my
brother for mayor,

and he wants me on
his team once I'm chief.

Why are you telling me this?

Aren't the Hales on board
for the bright new day?

I know the greater
devil when I see it.

Zobelle is flooding this town...

with Darby's crank and pussy,

and he wants me to shut it down to
prove to Charming they don't need the Sons.

You have till the end
of the day to be heroes.

You had to swallow
a lot to hand this over.

It's not about humility.

My biggest priority will
be shutting you down.

But I'm gonna
do it the right way.

[Door Opens, Closes]

- Where's Happy?
- I'm taking Clay's lead,
getting back into guns.

Clay's cool with it.

[Engine Starts]

♪♪ [Man Singing Rock On Jukebox]

Hey. Why aren't you
with Bobby and Ope?

Jax said he was handling it.

Call your Nomads.

We need bodies.
We've been deputized.

Come on, come on, come
on! You get that door right there!

- Okay.
- Hey!

Oh! Too much brown sugar.

Pack up the hams, baby. [Gasps]

[Woman] What the
hell... Get outta...

- Okay. All right. All right.
- Get the fuck out of here.

Move! Stop pushing!

Faster! Move it! [Gasping]

[Bell Dings]

[Chattering]

Yeah. Right, yeah.

I'll... I'll catch up with you.

Okay.

I wanted to say I was sorry.

I shouldn't have interfered
with things around here.

I told Chibs I was transferring
him to Stockton Memorial.

He freaked out, panicked.

Said he would be unprotected.

Someone just blew him up.

He's a little twitchy.

But you do what you gotta do,

and... we'll figure out
a way to keep him safe.

Safe from what?

Jesus, Gemma. When does
this settle? When does it stop?

I don't know, baby.

[Hammers Cocking]

Aw, shit!

[Shouts] [Grunts]

You white boys never learn.

You and P.D. keep whacking the
mole, we keep poppin' up someplace else.

Whacking days are
done. Zobelle sold you out.

No more money, no
more Aryan muscle.

I smell the stink of your crank or
your pussy anywhere near Charming,

I'll put three
bullets in your neck,

compliments of Charming P.D.

Light it up.

[Ernest] Aw, shit!

- Move! Come on! Get out of the way! Move!
- Move, move! Come on, clear!

Go!

[Engine Idling]

[Opie] Judge is in the gate.

[Jax] You take him
down. I'll cover the yard.

[Gasping] Don't make a sound.

Shut up. Shut... up!

Take what you
want, get the hell out.

There's no money...
Just what's in the wallet.

We're not here to rob you. We
need your help with a problem.

What problem?

[Footsteps] Got it.

[Door Opens] Easy, easy, junior.

- Oh, shit!
- Get in there.

- Okay, okay. Okay, okay, okay.
- You son of a bitch.

Is this you, Alex?
Are you the problem?

What, he owe you drug money?

What the hell are
you talking about?

You lowlife junkie piece of shit.
Your mother would be disgusted.

- Hey! Hey! Hey!
- Damn you.

- [Alex] Okay, okay.
- Stay down.

Jesus Christ. So much
for our emotional leverage.

Hey, hey! I don't care
how pissed off he is.

He's not gonna
let us hurt his kid.

Junkie or not, we
stick to the plan.

Mahmoud Zakairi... he's got a
deportation hearing tomorrow morning.

It's a simple misunderstanding.

Dismiss it, everyone
walks away from this whole.

This is about
throwing out a case?

Twenty-three years on the bench,

I've never been swayed
by anyone or anything.

I'm not gonna start now.

Let me be clear.
[Grunts] No, no!

You throw out the case,
or I cut your family in half.

No, you won't.

[Grunts, Groans]

I'll beat him. I'll break off his
fingers, and then I'll kill him.

Jesus Christ! Just
give him what he wants!

Dad, they're gonna kill me.
He is not going to kill you.

[Gunshot] [Screams]

Shut him up. Shut your mouth!

Get off me. Get off of me! You
cannot just blow holes in this kid.

I barely winged his toe. I don't
give a shit how bad the blood is.

No father is gonna let
his son die in front of him.

Get out of the way.
Just take it easy.

[Crying] Shut up!

The toe stung.

The knee is gonna make him want
to kill himself. [Muffled Screaming]

[Muffled] Dad! If you're
gonna kill him, just do it.

[Grunting]

I'm not gonna give
you what you want,

so torturing him is
just a waste of time.

You might as well shoot him.

[Alex Panting]

[Harsh Breathing]

- [Grunts]
- This what you want?

- No. Dad.
- This how you protect
your family?

Dad!

No, no, no, no!

No. No!

You're gonna let
me kill your kid, huh?

That's how you protect
your blood? [Panting]

[Whimpers] Open your
eyes, you piece of shit!

Open your eyes! You see it!
You look at what you've done!

You see what you've caused!

Look at what you've
done to your family!

[Panting]

- [Gasping] - Open your
mouth. Open your mouth!

[Screaming] [Shouting]

[Alex Screaming]

Oh! Fu... [Whimpering]

[Jax] Come on, bro. It's done.

Shit.

It's okay. It's okay.

[Shaky Breathing]

It's okay.

Your turn.

Shit. I can't do it,
man. I can't do it. Shit.

Shit. God.

No way.

All right. Go look for
something. Anything that'll help.

Go. Go.

[Alex Groaning]

Okay. Relax.

[Sniffles]

I'm all right.

I know.

[Vehicles Passing]

[Groaning]

- What happened?
- Uh, severe head pain.

He can't see out of his right eye.
Dr. Gallagher ordered an M.R.I.

[Monitor Beeping Fast]
[Groaning Continues]

[Sighs] Thanks, Doc.

[Groaning Continues]

He should be put
back on critical.

- Dr. Gallagher already did.
- [Groaning]

♪♪ [Piano: Classical]

[Door Opens] [Bell Jingles]

You bankroll me, back me with muscle,
and then you yank it out from under me?

Navigating around law enforcement
is a game of give and take.

It wasn't P.D.! It was Clay.

He told me you sold me out,

and seeing as how
all three of my interests

have been crushed
today, I tend to believe him.

Do you want recompense
against Sam Crow?

It means payback.

Yeah. I know what
it means, asshole!

Yeah, I want to hurt 'em.

[Crashing Sounds]

We'll hit outside. Storage shed.

Uh, they'll see the flames from
the highway. Alarms are cut.

Keep it contained to
the inside, this thing will

cook all night before
the flames are visible.

Yeah. All right. Let's go.

[Crashing, Clattering]

[Ernest] Break this shit up!

Yeah! Douse it! Douse it all!

[Rapid Beeping]

[Rapid Beeping Continues]
Hey! Hey, Weston!

What do you think? You think I
got a future in this business? Huh?

[Grunts]

All right. That should do it.

[Grunting, Shouting]
What the hell?

Your need had a short life span.

[Grunts]

We got something.

No! Please, no.

You can't, please.

Throw out the case.

Love letters. Found
a room upstairs.

- Goddamn shrine
to his dead wife.
- [Sniffs]

You don't throw out the
case tomorrow morning,

you tell anyone about
us, we trash wifey's room,

we burn every memory you have.

[Judge] Okay.

We made it work. And we
waited at the house for the call.

It's done. The judge
dismissed the case.

It's all good. I
checked out Lin's guns.

MP5s. Really good hardware, man.

Where they going?

Home.

Okay.

How long you gonna be?

Aren't you comin'
in? No, I can't.

I've got some errands to run.

All right. Uh, about an hour.

I'll call you.

[Wheels Squeaking]

Hey!

- I know you?
- Everyone knows me.

♪♪ [Piano: Gospel]

[Choir] ♪ Glory, glory ♪

♪ Hallelujah ♪

♪ Since I laid my burden down ♪

♪ Glory, glory ♪ [Male
Soloist] ♪ Glory, glory ♪

♪ Hallelujah ♪

♪ Since I laid my burden down ♪

♪ All my sickness ♪
♪ All my sickness ♪

♪ Will be over ♪
♪ Will be over ♪

♪ When I lay my burden down ♪

♪ All my sickness will be over ♪

♪ When I lay my burden down ♪

♪ Lord, I'm feeling
so much better ♪

♪ Since I laid my burden down ♪

♪ Lord, I'm feeling so much
better ♪ [Shower Running]

♪ Since I laid my burden down ♪

♪ Glory, glory ♪
♪ Glory, glory ♪

♪ Hallelujah ♪
♪ Hallelujah ♪

♪ Since I laid ♪
♪ Since I laid ♪

♪ My burden down ♪
♪ My burden down, down, down ♪

♪ Glory, glory ♪
♪ Hallelujah ♪

- ♪ Since I laid
my burden down ♪
- [Chuckling] Got it?

Have some orange
juice. ♪ Glory, glory ♪

♪ Hallelujah ♪
♪ Hallelujah ♪

♪ Since I laid ♪
♪ Since I laid my burden down ♪

- Good morning.
- ♪ My burden down ♪

♪ Glory, glory ♪
♪ Glory, glory ♪

♪ Hallelujah ♪
♪ Hallelujah ♪

♪ Since I laid my burden down ♪

♪ Glory, glory ♪
♪ Glory, glory ♪

♪ Hallelujah ♪

♪ Since I laid my burden down ♪

[Man] Come on now, everybody!

♪ My burden down ♪
That's right!

- ♪ Since I laid
my burden down ♪
- Get it down! Yes, Lord!

♪ Glory, glory, hallelujah ♪
♪ Hallelujah ♪

♪ Since I laid my burden down ♪

♪♪ [Piano Continues,
Faint] That was Hale.

He just tried you on the cell.

What?

- [Truck Warning Beeping]
- Thirty-one's released.

[Radio Chatter]

[Motor Idling]

[Radio Chatter Continues]

[Man On Radio] A fire alarm on
the seventh floor of apartment... 01.

Unbelievable.

[Siren Wailing]

♪ Glory, glory ♪
This was Clay.

♪ Glory, glory ♪

♪ Hallelujah ♪

He couldn't let me
have it. ♪ Glory, glory ♪

♪ Hallelujah ♪
Talk to Quinn.

Tell him I want a transfer. ♪
Since I laid my burden down ♪

I'm going Nomad.

♪ Hallelujah ♪

♪ Since I ♪

♪♪ [Choir Vocalizing]

♪ Laid my burden down ♪♪

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