Sons of Anarchy (2008–2014): Season 3, Episode 4 - Home - full transcript

Previously on Sons of Anarchy...

Put this on.
It will help.

I'm fine without it.

Cameron directed his vengeance
to the wrong target. And now he's got my son.

We know he's got a fake passport.

He's gotta be back in Belfast.

My intel says he is still here.

I've got a hit on Timothy O'Dell.

Arbutus Lodge, Vancouver.

What would you do if you wanna
find somebody North at the border?

Mercenaries.
10 grand a head.



You know we're gonna have
to leave this place soon?

Go, someplace people
can take care of you...

Charming City Council put a
motion before the San Joa judge.

Won a new bail hearing
in the assault case.

CHIBS: What does that mean?

Means everyone goes back
inside until trial.

KELLAN: Wait until dark.

Mark him.

I want everyone to know
Cammy Hayes came home.

I've come for the boy, Mo.

MAUREEN: Fine.
Where you taking him?

KELLAN: A good Catholic family.

MAUREEN: He's already got a family.

KELLAN: This is best for now.



TARA: No circulation.

I'll cut one hand free, let
the blood flow back in.

(Tara grunts)

(Gemma gasps)

AMELIA: Where are the
keys to Nate's car?

GEMMA: I don't know where they are.

No!

(Amelia groans)

Any ideas here?

TARA: Jax can't know about this.

CHIBS: Bachman.

Bachman's based out of Crescent City.

He works for around two or
three grand, but he is good.

TARA: Where is she?

BACHMAN: Where's who?

JUICE: I just got an e-mail
from the Belfast VP.

JAX: Cameron's in Ireland.

JUICE: Then where's Abel?

JIMMY: I needed Cammy to go away...not
to be splayed out for public consumption.

KELLAN: Army Council sanctioned it.

Felt the NorCal operation had
been compromised by Cameron and Eddie.

A message was needed.

They put that mismanagement on you.

JIMMY: The snags, which were out of
my control, are all being righted.

KELLAN: Good.

JIMMY: When I return the baby
to Jax Teller, it's finished.

We all move on.

KELLAN: I think it's best we
keep the child here for now.

He'll be in loving arms till
we know how this plays out.

JIMMY: I'll tell you how it plays out.

A half-mad father and his MC
posse rolls into Belfast, he

kicks up a shit storm, and alerts every
peeler on either side of the wall.

KELLAN: The child is
not a bargaining chip.

JIMMY: My point.

This is not about my agenda with the
Sons, it's a the progress we've made.

KELLAN: And the profits you've made.

JIMMY: Aye.
Aye, Father, I earn.

And it's my bloody efforts that
pump cash into our dying fight.

Now, you remember that.

KELLAN: Keeping the child
here was not my decision.

JIMMY: Bollocks.

Army Council sways to
your brilliant advice.

KELLAN: I offer the guidance
of a priest,

try and keep us focused on God's will.

JIMMY: Well, maybe it's God's
will I give SAMCRO a ring-up,

and tell 'em the boy's gone
'cause the priest gave him away

to a pair of loving arms.

KELLAN: I think God and
everyone with hands folded to him

would flag that move
extremely capricious.

I would pray on it.

Jimmy.

JAX: Tell me you have my son.

JIMMY: I'm sorry, I don't, Jackson.

Real Army boys grabbed
Cammy at Central Station.

Abel wasn't with him.

JAX: Well they had to grill him
before they tied off his neck.

JIMMY: No, it happened fast.

JAX: Where the hell is my kid?!

JIMMY: I understand your rage, friend.

If it were my son...
JAX: But it's not!

JIMMY: Abel wasn't
with Cammy in Belfast.

Which means your boy
is still in Vancouver.

JAX: Every word you've spit
about my kid has been wrong.

I'm not gonna trust
this wave of bullshit.

JIMMY: Well, maybe you'll
believe a brother.

LIAM: Jax, Liam O'Neill.

JAX: What are you doing with Jimmy?

LIAM: His crew's tied up in Newry.

Hired us to watch his
back while he's up North.

I was with Jimmy, saw the Real-provost
scoop up Cammy outside the depot.

Had no baby with him.

That's for real.

JAX: I should come out there, talk
to the guys who rounded him up.

Maybe Cameron mentioned a
contact or a place he took him.

LIAM: That'll never happen, brother.

You know the drill.

The Sons are just hired guns.

Hell, we got two bloody Loyalists
in the charter; one's the son of an Orangeman.

We're not inside the circle.

Never have been.

JAX: Yeah, okay.

(hangs up)

(Jax exhales sharply)

He said Abel's not in Belfast.

Cameron didn't bring him.

TARA: I explained it to Nate.

I got him to sign.

This gives me power of
attorney, so if anything

happens while you're...away...
GEMMA: Thanks.

TARA: It's a good place.

Your mom did her research.

The neurologist on staff specializes
in late-stage Alzheimer's.

GEMMA: Does it have a garden?

TARA: I don't know.

GEMMA: I can't believe I'm sending
him off to a goddamn home.

TARA: He'll be taken care of.

GEMMA: He'll die alone...
just like she did.

CLAY: Hands look like mine feel.

JAX: We stick with plan A.

You guys drop off the guns.

Me and Clay'll pick up Mom, we
all head north, find my kid.

OPIE: Here's ten grand
for Serg's tracker.

Sold the Panhead.

JAX: Thanks, bro.

You ready to do this?

CHIBS: Absolutely, yeah.

OTHERS: Yeah.

BOBBY: I'll wire that to
Serg's guy in Vancouver.

JAX: Yeah.

HAPPY: Got a favor to ask.

Mom's in real bad shape.

I've been covering the cost of the
hospice, but the meds are breaking me.

PINEY: There's a dealer about
20 minutes outside Rogue River.

She's a good gal.

Supplies all the clinics with scrips.

It's the only way I can
get my emphysema meds.

After we make the drop, I'll, uh,
I'll take Hap and hook him up.

CLAY: We meet up at
Gemma's old man's house.

Sorry to hear about your mom.
HAPPY: Thanks.

BOBBY: That dealer, she got Albuterol?

Probably.

Kid is going through three inhalers a week.

Precious is up my ass.

CLAY: Hey, why not?

Make it a party.

(engines revving)

♪ 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. ♪

Shite!

It's Jimmy.

Gotta go.

(groans)

(Liam urinating)

JAX: What's wrong?

CLAY: Hands.

JAX: You shoot them up?

CLAY: Your mom's the
only one does it right.

JAX: Can you hold a grip?

CLAY: You're going to
have to tie me on.

JAX: Yeah.

JAX: That good?

CLAY: Yeah.

NATE: I tried to make it right.

GEMMA: What, Daddy?

NATE: You and...
you and your mother.

I know you probably
don't believe that.

GEMMA: She swallowed us both up.

I don't blame you.

NATE: She never recovered
from Nathaniel's death.

Blamed it all on herself.

I know that burden landed on you.

(sniffs)

I prayed for your mother.

Begged Jesus to take away her pain.

GEMMA: You turned to God.

Rose turned to Rose.

NATE: Her biggest regret... losing you.

Don't let your family slip away.

(motorcycle engines rumbling)

TIG: Hey, Gem.

Boys are here.

GEMMA: Come on, Dad.

Let's go.

GEMMA: Goddamn, I missed you.

CLAY: Missed you, too, baby.

So much.

GEMMA: My baby boy.

JAX: Hey, Mom.

GEMMA: How's our little man?

JAX: He's good.

GEMMA: Is he with Neeta?

JAX: Yeah.

Where's Tara?

GEMMA: She's inside.

She's helping me box up some shit.

TIG: Grandpa walking.

CLAY: How is Pop doing?

GEMMA: Finally hit
him that she's gone.

CLAY: Mmm.

GEMMA: He knows he's going away.

You guys go on in.

I... I better go help
him get settled.

It's going to be a tough afternoon.
TIG: Come on.

How you hanging?
You all right?

Good to see you, brother.
JAX: You, too.

How's the shoulder?

TIG: It's all right.

It's all right, as long as I don't
run out of Grandma's Vicodin.

CLAY: Can you ride?

TIG: Yeah, I think I can.

How about you, brother?

CLAY: I may have to hit up
Grandma's stash myself.

TIG: I got some of that for you.

TARA: Hey.

Did you just get here?

JAX: Yeah.

Is Nate taking all this stuff?

TARA: No.

Gemma wanted to pack up all the sentimental
objects and valuables, put them in storage.

The rest goes to the church.

JAX: You doing okay?

TARA: Yeah.

What is it?

JAX: You want the truth, right?

Got to tell you what's going on.

TARA: Okay.

JAX: They're pulling our
bail on the church assault.

Two days, we're all
supposed to go back inside.

TARA: Jesus.

Supposed to?

TARA: Oh, my God.

Where is he?

JAX: Vancouver.

Somewhere.

TARA: You're heading up there?

JAX: Yeah.

We hired a guy to help track him down.

Going to take Gemma, head out
after Nate's taken care of.

TARA: Did you tell Gemma about Abel?

JAX: Not yet.

We will.

(knock at door)

TIG: Oh, hey, brother.

Uh, Clay's looking for you.

JAX: Okay.

TIG: Tara, these boxes all going down?

TARA: Yes, please.

JAX: Is that from Tig?

TARA: Yeah.

JAX: Where's the girl?

The one taking care of Nate.

Wasn't that who Tig was tapping?

TARA: Yeah.

She, um... went home.

Back to Guatemala.

I think she was freaked out.

JAX: Yeah, I bet.

(engines rumbling)

CHIBS: Hey, home safe.

Take it easy, brother.

BOBBY: I'll call Luke, let him
know we handed off the guns.

See you guys at Gemma's.

OPIE: Safe ride.

GEMMA: Bitch aged me two years.

So, what's that going to look like?

Me in Canada?

CLAY: We'll get you set up
someplace safe, off the grid.

Get you good papers.

TIG: Maybe you go redhead for a while.

GEMMA: Oh, Christ.

Rather shave my head.

JAX: Heat will die down, Mom.

GEMMA: And when do I
get to see my family?

My grandson?

JAX: We'll figure it out.

CLAY: It's our only choice, baby.

Good to see you, Nate.

How are you?

JAX: Hey, Grandpa.

NATE: Why are you here?

GEMMA: Clay's here to
help me get you settled.

NATE: I don't need his help.

This is what killed your mother.

CLAY: Well, old man certainly
seems to remember me.

Are you ok, mom?

I should just stay clear of him.

Tara and I will handle it.

TARA: You have to tell her.
JAX: I know.

CLAY: Maybe we wait
till Nate gets settled.

Spread out the misery.

PINEY: Bobby?

BOBBY: Yeah, I see them.

It don't look good.

PINEY: Let's go find Honey.

(cats meowing)

(glass breaking)

Oh, no... damn.

(woman whimpering)

Honey, get out of here.

BOBBY: Get her up.

Get her up.

Got to move!

Shit!

PINEY: Move!

(guns blasting)

How many of them?

They're in the other room.

Other room.

PINEY: Who the hell are those guys?

HONEY: Local peckerwoods.

They run most of the crank up here.

They decided they want to be
in the scrip-dope business.

HAPPY: Got no service.

All right, tell us where the drugs are, or
we'll tear this whole goddamn place apart!

HONEY: Suck my ass, you
inbred puddle of piss!

Rip this place apart.

Find them meds.

BOBBY: So we stay in the room... they
find the drugs, maybe they leave.

(shotgun blasting, Honey yells)

HONEY: That's not going to happen.

They ain't going nowhere.

Check the garage.

PINEY: Come on.

Let's go, go, go, go, go.

HONEY: Come on.

(Bobby sighs)

BOBBY: Holy shit.

HONEY: I got over a half
a million in scrip here.

Those tweaker scumbags
will kill us to get it.

(phone dialing)

JAX: I think that's all of them.

TARA: I want to come with you.

To Canada.

No.

I'm the only one who's not wanted.

You're going to need my help.

JAX: What I need is for
you to go back to work.

Go back to work.

TARA: He's mine, too.

I want to be with my family.

JAX: We're not your family!

Do you see how deep I'm buried here?

You don't want this.

TARA: Don't tell me what I want!

I asked for the truth,
you gave it to me.

JAX: So you would stay put!

You're not coming up north.

TARA: Yes, I am!

JAX: You want to be an old lady?

Then act like one!

Do what you're told!

Pack your shit and
head back to Charming.

(clattering)

TARA: I just helped your
mother kill someone.

That old lady enough for you?!

JAX: What are you talking about?

TARA: The caretaker.

She attacked your mother.

JAX: What the hell did you do?

TARA: I had no choice...
it was self-defense.

Tig helped us get rid of the body.

GEMMA: Found one more.

What?

Oh, shit.

JAX: What happened?

CLAY: Gotta go.

JAX: I'm dealing with something.

TIG: Yeah, so are Bobby and Piney.

CLAY: What's going on?

JAX: Apparently, our lovely
ladies whacked the caretaker.

And this idiot helped them!

CLAY: What?

TIG: Actually, I just
made a phone call.

CLAY: Jesus Christ.

This... later.

Let's go.

JAX: Douchebag.

TIG: What happened to, "Oh, we
can't tell Jax about anything"?

You two are killing me.

Sorry.

I lost it.

I don't know what the
hell he wants anymore.

GEMMA: What do you want?

TARA: I'm just trying
to get closer.

I want to go with
you to Vancouver.

GEMMA: No.

That's a bad idea.

TARA: I thought you, more than
anyone, would understand.

GEMMA: We're going to
need you in Charming.

If Jax goes away for that church
assault, and I'm God knows where

someone has to
take care of Abel.

No one I trust more than you.

You'll be a good mom.

(Tara sobbing)

TARA: I'm sorry.

(laughing)

I better go help Nate get ready.

(sniffs)

GEMMA: I'll be going with you.

TARA: Someone might see you.

GEMMA: My risk.

(Irish folk song playing)

JIMMY: How are you, Mo?

MAUREEN: Jesus.

How'd you get in?

JIMMY: Your lovely daughter.

MAUREEN: What are you doing here?
JIMMY: Looking for you.

I know Cammy came to you to set
a meeting with your brother.

Makes sense.

I know you'd be my first choice to
take care of a wayward infant.

MAUREEN: Jimmy O'Phelan... the all-seeing,
all-knowing wizard of base Belfast.

Where's the baby, Maureen?

MAUREEN: He's not here.

What do you care?

JIMMY: He belongs with his da.

MAUREEN: It's not my
decision... or yours.

JIMMY: But we know
whose decision it is.

And you have sway with
the good priest.

MAUREEN: Jimmy, I'm a
half-broke shopkeeper.

I've no sway with...

JIMMY: Things are
in flux, darling.

The world is changing.

And life and the Short Strand had better bend
to it, or we'll all snap like a twig.

You need to decide what end of the
stick you want to be holding.

I'd hate to see you and your tight wee
family out on the street.

MAUREEN: I don't know
where the baby is.

JIMMY: I suggest you inquire.

Soon, yeah?

(gunshot)

All right, we know the
scrips got to be in there.

You guys with the patches, we
ain't got no scrap with you.

Ain't no reason you should get your head blown
off guarding some hippie drugger.

So here's the deal... take what you came
for, all you want, on the house.

On the house.

And you just walk away.

We both win.

What do you say?

PINEY: 90% of her stuff goes
to hospices and clinics.

BOBBY: Well, then we say...
(gun hammer cocking)

(gunfire)

(cat yowling)

Keep moving.

PINEY: Easy, asshole.

Got your boys.

You put them guns down or Grandpa
gets his head blown off.

Nifty way to handle it.

Do it!

Now!

(motorcycle approaching)

CLAY: Should I call
for more backup?

Your move, Fester.

Shit.

Why in the hell are
you doing this?

PINEY: 'Cause we're
the good guys.

CHIBS: Found these in the van.

Goody bag.

OPIE: More scrips.

HONEY: That's not mine.

Must have hit somebody else up, too.

JAX: You should take it.

HONEY: It's HIV protocol
stuff... steroids.

It's not my niche.

It's got a lot of
street value, though.

CLAY: Throw it in the van.

CHIBS: Money's money.

BOBBY: You made a crazy ex-wife
very happy. Thank you.

HONEY: For your ma.

HAPPY: Thank you.

HONEY: I think y'all earned it.

PINEY: Whenever you need any help, Rogue
River SOA is only 20 minutes away.

(wolf whistle)

HONEY: I'll be fine.

PINEY: I know.

(all hooting)

HONEY: Knock it off.

TARA: I'll go tell the
front desk we're here.

GEMMA: Okay.

Daddy, do you know where we are?

NATE: Where's Rose?

GEMMA: She's not here.

NATE: I want to go home.

Take me home.

GEMMA: Daddy...
NATE: Please.

No, please, please, just-just...
just take me... take me home. Please.

GEMMA: I can't.

I-I can't.

NATE: I want to go home!

GEMMA: I know, Dad...
This way, Nate.

NATE: No, no... I-I...
I want to go home.

No, I...I...I

Come on.
NATE: I have to go home.

There's lots of people
waiting to meet you.

GEMMA: I'm sorry, Dad.

NATE: I'm ready to go home now!

No, no, no, I-I-I...
Come on, Nate.

NATE: No, I have to... please,
I have to go home now.

GEMMA (sobbing): I can't.

NATE: No, no, please. I-I...
GEMMA: Daddy... TARA: It's okay.

It's going to be okay, Nate.

(sobbing)

(door opens)

(footsteps approach)

Father...
MAUREEN: Jimmy just paid me a visit.

That bastard threatened me.

Said we'd be out on the
street when things change.

He wants me to find the child.

KELLAN: Nothing's changing, Mo.

My family's getting hurt because of
your dick-fueled power struggle, Kel!

KELLAN: You and Triny
are gonna be safe.

You know that.

What I know, what I can't get right with
is a man of God giving away a wee baby!

That child is out there, Kel, with
no da, no kin belonging to it.

What are you thinking?!

KELLAN: Do you know why Jimmy wants
to end our association with the MC?

MAUREEN: McGee said something about
not bringing in outsiders anymore.

About putting the tasks of
the Sons onto Real Army men.

KELLAN: Right.

Not men...
boys.

Jimmy's circle has been down in Newry, South
Armagh, recruiting off the streets; broken kids.

Some as young as ten, 11.

Promising there'll be a united Ireland,

all the cash and prizes that go with it.

This isn't a child's war, Mo.

Jimmy's lost sight of who
we are, why we struggle.

He's not a soldier anymore.

Just a gangster.

It's a very...
delicate situation.

We need someone from the
outside to help us with Jimmy.

Someone who's got as
much to lose as we do.

MAUREEN: SAMCRO.

KELLAN: I think it's time you gave Gemma
Teller another call, mother-to-mother.

Let her know her grandson's here.

MAUREEN: How did you know
I called Gemma Teller?

KELLAN: She's on the run,
won't be using her own cell.

Probably a throwaway.

I'll make some inquiries, see
if I can get the number.

(sobbing softly)

(keypad beeping)

(phone line rings)

GEMMA: Hello? Uh, could you
connect me to Agent Stahl?

It's very important.

I got a line on a fugitive.

JAX: What happened?

TARA: She just took off.

CLAY: What do you mean she took off?

TARA: I went inside to check in Nate.

When I came back,
Gemma and the car were gone.

- Did she say anything?
- No.

She was crying when I left her.
Nate was begging her to take him home.

It broke her heart.

JAX: Jesus. She went home!

She went to see her family.

CLAY: Abel.

(soft ballad playing)

GEMMA: Neeta?

Where the hell'd she take him?

(babies crying)

Neeta been here with the baby?

No.

GEMMA: Yeah?

MAUREEN: Gemma?

It's Maureen Ashby.

Know who I am?

GEMMA: Yeah.

How'd you get this number?

MAUREEN: Just listen.

Cammy Hayes took your grandson.

He was my cousin.

He brought the wee one to
me to take care of him.

GEMMA: What?

MAUREEN: Abel's in Belfast.

(Gemma gasps)

(motorcycles approach)

Ma!

Breathe! Ma, breathe, breathe!

(Gemma gasps)

Tara!