Sons of Anarchy (2008–2014): Season 3, Episode 10 - Fírinne - full transcript

The IRA wants proof that one of their own has flipped and Samcro intends to give it to them.

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My son?
He knows nothing about John and Belfast.

- Nor does my Triny.
- Who's Triny?

Trinity, my daughter.

What does she
have to do with John?

You don't know, do you?

Hi, I'm so sorry.

Hey. I know you.

You're Jax Teller's girl, right?

Who are you?

I'm his girl.



What the hell is this?

Check her ink.

She's a supervisor, all right.

Kellan Ashby.

He's a shot caller and he wants
me to kill Jimmy to get him back.

You listen to me.

Jimmy O dies, so does our deal.

I need you to deliver him to me alive.

Charming don't trust me, Jimmy.

I can smell it on 'em.

McGee, I don't know if he's
got the heart for this.

I don't need heart.

I need gut and brains.

We want in on the Dungloe run.



As far as Jimmy knows, we're just
tagging along to see how the operation works.

It's done.

SAMCRO's coming on the run.

They think it was their idea.

Good.

Let's get it done right this time.

These Charming boys are smart.

They know something's going on.

Arrange things at the barn.

This is going to set
off a chain of events that we

may not be able to contain.

Hey! Hey!
What's this?

It's a bloody trap!

Good morning.

What time is it?

Almost noon.

I'm sorry about Patrick.

Jimmy killed your brother
and five members of my club.

That blast was meant for Sam Crow.

Greed pushed him over the line.

This betrayal means he's gone rogue.

I need to know
where to find Jimmy.

We'll make that happen,

but first we have to prove
that Jimmy blew up that truck.

Why?

Our conversation
the other night.

When I show the council proof
that

Jimmy sabotaged that shipment,

knowingly murdered two
of our men,

then that task I put on you
is no longer covert.

You do it with the full
support of the Army.

And what about my kid?

With Jimmy out of the way...

your son will return to his loving family.

Like I got a choice.

You'll need to find someone working
with Jimmy, the closer the better.

I got a few ideas.

Once you, uh, find the right
man, give Sean a ring.

You'll find he's quite resourceful.

So, what's the fallout?

If Kellan proves to
the council at the attacker

was you, I don't know how
we're going to spin it.

I'm not sure how our crew will react.

These are my boys.
I pulled them out of the stinking gutter.

Yeah, you did, but the
ones who chained up that barn

thought they were killing traitors.

When the truth comes out,
then you become the traitor.

Aye.

We can feed our boys any
truth that we need.

Only one that can prove that I
was connected to that blast is O'Neill,

so you and I are going to
go and tie up that loose end, yeah?

Right.

Hey, I went looking
for you last night.

I didn't go home.

Aye.

Must've had a lot on your mind.

I guess.

You knew Jim was
gonna blow that truck!

I didn't know!

- Don't lie to me, brother.
- I'm not lying.

You gotta believe me, Keith.

It sure doesn't matter what I believe.

I say, lay steady.

SAMCRO is gonna rip you open and
get the truth and we're both dead men.

What should I do?

Get the hell out of here and lay low.

Until Jax's get that kid and leaves.

Shite!

I guess you weren't lying.

We got ourselves a doctor
and a hospital boss.

What do you want?

Shut up.

You don't get to ask questions.

I need a way
to reach your club.

Why? What do you want?

What did I just say, bitch?

They need to
make their demands.

Smart.

So she's the boss?

Give them a number, Tara.

Kellan needs us to prove
Jimmy blew up that gun truck.

And what about Abel?

Same promise.

Get Jimmy, we get Abel.

- Then we start with O'Neill.
- Yeah.

Him and Jimmy's guys were the
only ones not in that barn.

Any remote detonator
could cover that distance.

It had to be him.

O'Neill's their officer.

We call him out as a rat, we pretty
much condemn the whole charter.

Maybe it's time we look at that.

How do we know Jimmy
didn't turn others?

Right.

- Without that rat bastard...
- Because my boys are

loyal to the MC.

Aye, you're right about O'Neill.

The Irish became more
important than the patch.

Well, that's not
what you told me.

'Cause I like to give my boys
the benefit of the doubt, Clay.

But after yesterday,
there's no doubt left.

He's gone, his flat's empty,
and he's got to be with Jimmy.

Son of a bitch!

Look...

I'll take care of O'Neill.

SAMBEL will take care of the betrayal

- but we need to get to Niuwry
and put a bullet in Jimmy. - No.

Only way I get my son back

is if we find O'Neill

and make that bitch tell the truth.

Alright, great.

So I guess it's the truth we're after.

Need to find O'Neill.

Why? What happened?

Liam's in some trouble, Cherry.

Your old man was responsible
for that blast yesterday.

No.
No, Liam loves the club.

We just got to
find him, get the truth.

I know what that means.

You going to kill him?

He'll get his say.

Just tell them
what you know, sweetheart.

I don't know anything.

Okay, he didn't come home last night.
He hasn't called.

He have family?

Someplace he might lay low?

No.

I mean, the club is his only family.

I'm sorry, I-I really...
I have no idea.

Let's go turn over his apartment.

Hold on.

You hear what happened to Half-Sack?

Yeah.

You know O'Neill's
connected to that, right?

Bullshit.

No, she's right.

Cammy and Liam.

Both under Jimmy's authority.

You know, Liam was privy to your
man getting a knife in the belly.

And your protecting this
guy makes you just as guilty.

- I'm... No...
- O'Neill's not in the MC anymore.

He turned on his brothers,
and he bailed on you.

Just tell them
what you know, Cher.

All right.

Last week, I found a lot of cash
in his pocket, so it made me

curious and I went looking
through his things, and I dug up

two receipts for bank accounts,
both with a lot of money and a

contract for some kind of
a loft down at the docks.

So maybe he's there.

Ma!

Never, ever lie to the club.

Do you understand me?
Do you understand me?

Yes.

Ma!

Get the club.

Glad you reached out.

Been worried.

Sorry, Jimmy.

It all went to shite.

SAMCRO's on to me.
I'm underground.

Deed served its purpose.

You did good, brother.

Now tell me where you're at so me
and Donny can come and collect you.

Aye.

Okay.

Appreciate that.

Teller-Morrow?

Let me talk to
a member of the Sons.

I can help you.

Are you a member?

Trusted friend.

Put a goddamn
member on the phone!

Yo?

Yeah?

Not very nice.

Hi.

This is Piney.

You a patched member?

Who the hell is this?

The guy pointing a
gun at Jax Teller's old lady.

It's Tara.
He's telling the truth.

He wants us to kill
Alvarez and steal a quarter of

a mil from his home safe.

This dude's gone
off the deep end, man.

You're certain that
Salazar's got Tara?

Yeah. He took her and
that redhead from the hospital.

We don't deliver in 12
hours, they're both dead.

We got to let Jax know.

No.

He's got enough on his plate.

Yes, he does.

We need to handle this.

We got to reach out to
Alvarez, get him to play along.

I mean, he could supply
intel on Salazar.

He might even know where
he's got the girls.

Don't let that
horse truce fool you.

The Mayans hate us.

What else are we gonna do?

We gonna whack Alvarez,
start a blood war?

It's our only shot.

What if he says no?

He could say no. Then we've played
our hand. Girls are dead.

Alvarez is a smart guy, man.

He's got a family.

He'll get it.

Better be right.

O'Neill's loft's got
to be near the water.

This way.

What's wrong?

Aye. I've just been a bit
unsteady since the blast yesterday.

Just give me a moment.

I'll be all right.

Come on, let's go.

Aye?

Where are you?

Storage loft.

Get out.
Sam Crow's nearly there.

Where the hell is he going?

That's got to be him.

I'll kill ya!

Easy, brother.

Not yet.

Call Sean Casey.

Tell him we got a
confession to record.

Club's handling
the traitor issue.

We need some lads
with years, at least four.

And the automatic rifles.

You got him?

Yeah.

Feeling all right?

- Aye.
- Good.

'Cause I got a feeling you're
gonna need a strong stomach.

Sean Casey's joined the party.

Then we can be sure O'Neill's
sharing his most intimate secrets.

All right, lads, let's
sort out this lot, yeah?

I need you to tell me who ordered
you to blow up that truck, Liam.

I didn't blow it up.

Please, Sean.

I didn't... I didn't...

God, please!

Can't watch this.

This is some medieval shit.

Who... ordered...
the hit?

No!

Please. I did it.

I'm sorry.

I had a detonator.

I waited till Jimmy's
boys chained the barn.

Jimmy O'Phelan ordered you to blow
up that shipment and kill Army men?

Jimmy set it up.

I put it in motion.

We didn't tell McGee about it.

Knew he wouldn't get on board.

McGee's working for Jimmy?

Who else?

No one.
Just us.

Who else?!

No one. Just us.

Get him!

Did you get what you need?

Oh, aye.

Turn off the camera.

McGee took off, and Jimmy's
crew's heading this way.

Lock the doors.

Make sure Kellan gets this.

No matter what, he keeps
his promise about my kid.

Get the thinner.

Get out of here, boys.

Go.

Shoot it.

Shite. They carved him up.

The door.

Hey! Hey, you bastard.

It's locked!

Mother of Christ,
let's get to the roof!

Up the ladder, quick!

Caught you, you bastard.

It's the priest you ought to be hating.

He's playing you, Jackson,
he's never gonna give you your son back.

- Running out of friends, Jimmy!
- McGee!

Shit!

Keith!

It's over.

Done.

No place to go.

Just tell me why.

Just getting old, Clay.

This life hasn't given me much
in the way of retirement.

It's just about the money, brother.

Jimmy got away.

Give me the coat.

Sorry.

Let's get out of here.

I asked the
father to bring you here.

We want to thank you personally.

This information confirms a suspicion we've
had about Jimmy for quite some time.

We know you risked
your lives to get it.

We owe you.

How do we get to O'Phelan?

That's an Army matter.

He's a traitor.

Be dealt with as such.

That's not the deal.

I'm afraid it is, Jackson.

What are you talking about?!

You said I would get
support to take out Jimmy!

Easy.

Easy.

Not here.

This is a...
sensitive situation.

Has to be handled internally.

I'm sure you can understand that, lad.

Jackson and I have some...
outside issues to discuss.

We'll do that later, son.

Let her breathe.

Your club's cooperating.

Are you okay?

Yeah. You?

Yes.

I don't know why
they're doing this.

I'm sure it's about money.

Yeah, well, then
they're out of luck, 'cause

the club doesn't have any.

I am sorry this is happening to you.

So am I.

The, um...
tattoo on your back?

Another life.

What is it?

I thought I was in love.

That's a...
serious amount of ink.

I was in deep.

Started out just another groupie.

Before I knew it, I was giving
him my money, buying him drugs,

then dealing for him.

Christmas Eve 1989, we both O.D.'d
on fentanyl-laced heroin.

He died...
and I woke up.

I'm sorry.

I'm not.

I leave it there so I remember
all that shit is behind me.

Yeah.

What happened, brother?

I went to St. Matt's.

Kellan wasn't there.

Casey wouldn't tell me where he was.

Well, the cops found
the bodies on the docks, and

they're gonna be here
asking questions.

We find Abel, catch
Oswald's plane tomorrow night,

and get the hell off of this
musk covered shit hole.

Amen, my brother.

I can't just sit here.

I'm going for a walk.

You watch him.

Yes, ma'am.

SAMBEL's gathering to take a
quick vote and tap Ryan as president.

Good.
We need this charter whole.

All right, Chibs.

Give me a minute.

What's the matter?

Just want to
make sure you're okay.

I'm fine.

- I'm sorry about McGee.
- Nothing to be sorry about.

He sold us out; he got
what he deserves.

It's okay to feel bad, baby.

McGee was first nine.

You'd known him for 40 years.

Time don't mean shit.

Who did it?

Who do you think?

His chopper's in the
driveway; looks like he's home.

Alvarez, we need to talk to you.

What the hell you doing here?

- Shit! Hey, hey, hey...
- What are you doing here?

- Don't, don't don't!
- What are you doing here?

Look, we just need...

- Drop the guns!
- Hold it, hold it!

Jesus, wait a minute, wait
a minute, wait a minute.

Think this through.

Baby, what we do?

Look, we just need to
talk to you, okay?

This is a friendly visit.

Put 'em away.

Put 'em away.

Come on, man. Come on.

Piney.

Alvarez, he's right, we come in peace.

Peace.

Take Tessa.

How'd you get my address?

Got it from Salazar, man.

You know what he's done?

He's kidnapped Jax's old lady
and a woman she works with.

You serious?

He's got a very
interesting list of demands.

Salazar wanted us to come
here and kill you, and then

take that 250K you got
hidden in your safe.

You know what
I got in that safe?

Two old watches, insurance
policies and my kid's baby teeth.

Go ahead, check it out.

Aw, shit!

We'll get the
money someplace else.

What we need from you is to be
dead, just until we get Tara back.

Excuse me?

Just... just put it on
the street, man...

Alright? It'll get back to Salazar.
That buys us some time.

You know what
happens to my business if my

competition thinks I'm dead?

Marcus, we just need 24 hours.

Then you can rise from the dead,
and all them vatos will go

spooky respect with
that shit, you know?

You come to my house, where my
family is, pull guns and make demands.

You got any idea what I can do to you?

Okay, it was stupid
coming here, we know.

But Jax's son is already missing.

And the thought of him losing the girl
he loves, we can't let that happen.

Look, I'm really sorry we upset
your family, but we're desperate.

You're the only shot we got
at saving those women.

Look, we'll make it up to you...
somehow.

Please.

All right.

I'll play dead 24
hours, and that's it.

Thank you.

And you come here again, truce, no truce...
I'll kill all of you.

Heard you're gonna be leaving.

Yeah.
Soon as I get my kid.

Hopefully, tomorrow.

That's good.

Getting your son.

I'm sorry about McGee.

Thanks.

Guess he was the closest
thing I had to a da.

Where's your old man?

Killed in Lebanon.

I was a baby.

He was a soldier?

Aye.

Oh, my God.

I heard they
buried Kip with his patch.

Yeah.

That's good.

No tears for the man that just died?

Why? He was a liar...
and a rat.

You don't know the facts.

Do you?

McGee ever say anything about Jimmy?

No.

He was more distant than usual.

I didn't see this coming.

Desperate times, huh?
Makes men do desperate things.

What do you
know about desperate?

All our times here are desperate!

SAMCRO has no idea the risk Belfast
takes to keep Charming safe and cozy.

Redwood put SAMBEL on the map.

Aye, and after four
days you nearly wiped them off.

I'll assume that's
the drink talking.

You assume whatever you want.

All I know is, since you and your boys rolled
into our alley, we're short three lives.

And I'm missing my
grandson, 'cause your asshole

brother is playing a shell
game with his life.

I should take your right eye
for talking shite about a man of God.

It wouldn't be the
first thing you took from me.

Well, maybe if you
didn't chew men up like a meat grinder,

they wouldn't be overseas
looking for some tenderness.

You little dink of a whore!

What the hell are
you guys talking about?

I need smokes.

I need whiskey.

I need a new life.

What the...?

What's that?

You get the door.

Ready?

Christ, Ma!

You want to shut the door?

This is very bad.

Agreed.

Little slut.

Yeah. He is.

Well... unless we want a
three-headed grandchild,

looks like we're gonna have to share
some family history.

I don't understand.

You said my da was a soldier.

I know.

He was a member of the club?

Founding member.

John.

John Teller?

Aye.

Why wouldn't you tell me that?

Why the hell did you lie to me?

I lied to everybody, Triny.

Your nana shipped me off to
Dublin to have you in secret.

She wanted me to give you
up for Catholic adoption.

I couldn't do that.

John had another life, another family.

And when he died so young... I thought
it best to give you a better memory.

Neal Duffy was a lad I knew that
was killed in the line of duty.

He was a sweet, noble lad.

He had no kin...
no loose ends to untie.

I almost
shagged my brother, Ma.

You know how humiliating that is?

Sorry, Triny.

I'm sorry.

Who else knows about this?

Apparently, John
didn't tell anyone.

Clay?

No.

Sorry you had to find out like this.

Yeah, no shit.

Two minutes later, I'd
have been dancing in Tig territory.

How'd you find out?

I found a letter
that your dad wrote to her.

A love letter.

Like the ones he used to write me.

She was 19.

A fresh start.

Sorry, Mom.

Kellan's here.

I cleared out the clubhouse.

All right.

Look...
you go out there and find our boy.

That priest does not leave this alley until
you have an address, you understand me?

Yeah.

Time's up.

For what?
What are you gonna do?

Your crew ain't
taking me serious.

So I'm gonna kill the red bitch.

No.
I'm the one you wanted.

Yeah, and you
still have some value.

I can get you money.
Let me make a call.

- Shut up!
- Please!

Don't! I'm pregnant!

It's true. She is.

It's done.

We've killed Alvarez.
We've got the 250K.

I'll need to confirm it.

Me, too.
Put Tara on the phone.

Hello?

Doing okay, sweetheart?

Yeah, we're okay.

Okay, we're gonna bring you home.
I promise.

I'll call back
to arrange a meet.

If you're lying...
she's dead.

All right.

Now all we've got to do is come
up with 250K by tomorrow night.

You want me in there?

No.

This is between me and the priest.

Okay.

The piece.

Where's my kid?

I'm about to break a vow...an oath
of confidentiality I had with your father.

What does that
have to do with my kid?

Everything.

Sit.

Sit.

I got to know J.T. very well.

I loved him like a brother.

Well, that makes sense, considering
he had a kid with your sister.

I listened to his
confession for over three years.

I heard every...
sin and sorrow that he carried.

Your father's pain distills into
one resolute desire...

That his sons never followed his path.

He never wanted this life for you.

Why are you telling me this?

Because he died before
he could keep his promise.

I couldn't do anything to help
save the son...

But I can do something to save
the grandson.

Save him from what?!

The life of his father.

Where the hell is my kid?

He's in the arms
of a loving family.

You son of a bitch!

You tell me where my
son is, or I will kill him.

Stop. Stop!

All right, oh, I'll tell
you, I'll tell you.

2309 Upper Springfield Road,
where it crosses Wheeler.

Stone house on the corner.

And wait until mid-morning.

Sometimes the sisters take the infants
to the convent for the night.

What sisters?

Private missionaries.

They look for good Catholic homes.

You filthy Judas.

Adoption?!

Get out.

Get out!

I know you think
I'm an evil man...

but it's my job
to look at the greater good.

With Jimmy, with your child.

That's what leaders do.

Your father knew

that the patch was a mistake.

And so do you.

Look at the violence in the
last three days alone.

Is that the life you
want for your child?

If you love him...
give him more.

Sean...