Sons of Anarchy (2008–2014): Season 3, Episode 5 - Turning and Turning - full transcript

To help his mom, his club, and his son, Jax conspires with an unlikely source; meanwhile, the MC puts Chucky undercover.

[BEEPING]

GEMMA: Hey, baby.

Good morning.

Heart attack?

No. Bad arrhythmia.

Knocked you on your ass.

You stop taking your meds?

They make my feet swell.

[CLAY CHUCKLES]

Can't get into my boots.

Fashion before
health, that's my girl.



You need to get back on
your medications, stabilize you.

Doc says you should
be fine in a few days.

[SCOFFS]

Oh, shit.

[SIGHS]

What were you thinking
coming back here?

I was thinking I was
gonna see my grandson.

You lied to me.

Sorry.

Where's Jax?

I need some answers.

[SIGHS]

Hey.

How is she?



Still asleep.

I just had to get
out of that room.

Yeah.

Well, we should talk.

Okay. Yo.

So, what's going on?

I have to confirm the
tracker with Serg today.

Pull the trigger.
Send the 10 grand.

I'm making sure my mom's
okay, and then I'm heading north.

I'm going with.

And me, Jackie. You
ain't doing this alone.

BOBBY: It doesn't
matter how many of us go.

We're gonna need
cash to pull it off.

Okay, these, uh, drugs
we took from the rednecks,

what are we looking at?

Steroids and Adderall I
could dump on the street.

Rest of it's that HIV shit.

It's gotta be
peddled to the clinics.

JAX: You should go to Lumpy's.

See if he can
unload the steroids.

JUICE: Okay, I'll
call the Chicken Man.

I'm sure he'll gladly
suck up the Adderall.

JAX: Yeah.

Gemma's awake. She
wants to talk to you.

Okay.

TIG: I'll handle
everything. Okay?

JAX: All right, bro.

Hey, tell her we love her.

Yeah.

Hey, Mom.

This is on you too, doc.

What happened?

The truth.

All of it.

When Cameron killed
Sack, he took Abel.

Feds weren't doing shit,
so we hired a bounty hunter.

We got this a few days ago.

He's somewhere up in Vancouver.

We were just trying
to protect you, Mom.

Bullshit.

You're trying to
protect yourselves.

He's not in Vancouver.

The call I got last
night, triggered all this...

It's Maureen Ashby.

Who's Maureen Ashby?

McGee's old lady.

Friend of the MC.

She told me Abel's in Belfast.

JAX: No, can't be.

Jimmy and O'Neill saw
Cameron get scooped up

as soon as he hit Belfast.

He didn't have Abel with him.

Well, then
somebody's full of shit.

[EKG BEEPING]

You need to take it easy, baby.

I'll take it easy
as soon as I know

where the hell my grandson is.

Come on. Everyone
out. She needs rest.

[PANTING]

We gotta call McGee.

No.

If O'Neill lied to you,

means Belfast could
be in bed with Jimmy.

McGee's First 9.

You think he'd lie to us?

I don't know.

But we gotta talk
to his old lady again.

She owns a grocery store a block
away from the Belfast clubhouse.

I'm gonna get coffee. Okay.

She wants to see you.

Jax goes to Belfast,
stones get unturned.

I know.

Bound to happen, I guess.

And what happens to you?

I called Stahl.

Made a deal.

Told her I'd sign off
on her bullshit story.

She takes death off the table...

I get weekly visitations.

Supposed to turn
myself in this morning.

I'm sorry, baby.

Too old to run.

[SIGHS]

[CURTIS STIGERS & THE FOREST
RANGERS' "THIS LIFE" PLAYING]

♪ 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
path Until you die ♪

♪ Gotta look this
life In the eye ♪

LUKE: What can
I do for you, boys?

JAX: I got a little
problem, Luke.

We got word from
a friend in Belfast

that Cameron was
spotted with the baby.

Before your Army boys offed him.

If he was seen with a baby,

it had to have been
someone else's kid.

How do you know?

LUKE: I don't know
who the friend is, brother,

but they're feeding
you some rubbish.

So why don't you reach
out to that O'Phelan bastard

and get us some fresh intel?

Consider it done.

When you talk to your boss,

you let him know if I find out
he's been lying about my son,

I'm gonna track him down.

I'm gonna beat
the truth out of him,

and then I'm gonna let
Chibs cut him from ear to ear.

[LUKE CHUCKLES]

There's no need to
get theatrical, boys.

We know that's not gonna happen.

[CHUCKLES]

Safe house is gone.

They're stashing the rest here.

JAX: Our AKs? OPIE: Yeah.

WOMAN [ON TV]: Oh, my gosh.

MAN [ON TV]: Will
you marry me, please?

WOMAN: Yeah... Uh, yeah.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

I'm so excited. I
gotta tell my mama...

Hey, Wayne.

Hello, sweetheart.

How you feeling?

A little stupid.

Hmm. Join the club.

Thank you.

For everything.

I'm just... I'm just
glad you're okay.

Sorry about Hale.

Kid shouldn't have
gone out that way.

That's why I'm here, Gemma.

Town's worried.

Hey.

She's been asking about you.

What's going on?

I was, uh... I
was just saying...

Folks in Charming are
struggling with Samcro.

I got a lot of people
looking over my shoulder.

I ain't gonna be able to
run much interference.

What's that mean for us?

Means, uh...

I gotta be a cop for a while.

I'm sorry.

Take care of yourself.

Oh, man.

When did Rupert's close?

I don't know, man,

but this whole
block's gone derelict.

BOBBY: What the
hell? TIG: I don't know.

LUMPY: Adam, go get the bag.

Arms up. Arms up.

TIG: Lumpy. Lump.
Oh, hey. John, take five.

Hey, Tig. TIG:
Come here, brother.

How are you? Good.
Good to see you.

Hi, Bobby. Nice to see you, man.

What happened to Rupert's?

Oh, Rupert's closed about, uh,

six weeks after the
pawn shop folded.

And Leo's about a
month before that.

They just went belly up?

Oh, no, no, no.

They made them offers
they couldn't refuse.

What are you talking about?

Some kind of
corporate interest's

coming to buy up the block.

MAN: Yeah, you got
it? JUICE: Here they are.

MAN: Good.

We're good. JUICE: Cool.

Well, all I know is
some guy in a suit

comes by every other week.

Each time he's got
a little more money

and a little less patience.

What guy? I don't know.

I don't know and I don't care.

I sell this place,
I got nothing.

TIG: All right.
JUICE: We're good.

LUMPY: Hey, Juice.

Take it easy, Lump.
You hang in there.

Okay, goodbye. Hey, Sean.

GEMMA: Hi, sweetheart.

Am I interrupting?
Yes. Thank you.

How'd it go with Luke?

He's sticking to his story.

Gonna check in with
Jimmy, get back to us.

We got the number
for Ashby Provisions.

CLAY: It's eight
hours ahead in Belfast.

Should still be somebody there.

You ready to make
this call? Yeah.

Good morning.

Glad to see you're
feeling better.

Yeah, I'm the picture of health.

I'm going to need to
speak with her alone.

GEMMA: I'll be fine.

There's not much more
this bitch can do to me.

CLAY: Don't underestimate her.

She's been demoted.
She's desperate.

Hey, I'm in the room,
kids. JAX: Yeah, we know.

We just wish you weren't.

The family that hates together.

I wanna thank you
for turning yourself in.

Saves us time and
the taxpayers' money.

Bullshit.

Any news on your grandson?

Shouldn't we be asking you that?

Well, we're doing
the best we can,

given the level of cooperation

that we have received.

Dr. Knowles seems to be a
little vague on what happened.

Well, I wouldn't know.

I was with you being
framed, remember?

That attitude is really
not going to serve you.

You sound like my
mother. A wise woman.

I hated her.

And she's dead.

Let's just get this
deal over with.

Problem there.

What problem?

Well, you see, when the U.S.
attorney signs off on a deal,

it's very specific.

Very literal.

Now, you were supposed to
have turned yourself in this morning.

I came back.

It's not my fault my heart
had a goddamn other plan.

I am just giving you
a heads-up, okay?

It may all go away.

Now, if you were
to speak with Tara

and refresh her
memory as to the Irish,

well, then I may
be able to help you.

I swear to God, I will kill you.

Easy, sweetheart. [EKG BEEPING]

We wouldn't want
that little heart

getting all skippy
again, now, would we?

[GRUNTS]

You're going to
have to step out.

Yes, of course. Thank you.

[PHONE RINGS]

Ashby's.

JAX: Yeah, I was
looking for Maureen.

TRINITY [ON PHONE]:
Not here. Who is it?

A friend. Who's this?

A daughter. Got a name, friend?

You know when she'll be
back? TRINITY: She won't.

Look, it's very important
that I talk to her.

So important you
can't give me a name.

Just take down this number.

Just kiss my ass. How do I
know you ain't some bill collector?

Look, tell her someone
from Charming

needs to speak with her again,

mother to mother. She'll
know what that means.

Now take down this number.

TIG: Is this the van?

Yeah, that's the Chicken Man.

TIG: High roller.

He's a little paranoid,

so just let me
deal with this one.

[OLDIES POP MUSIC
PLAYING ON RADIO]

Juan Carlos, may I
assume the stimulants are

in your backpack bag?

Yes, Chicken.

May I assume you have the cash?

Yes.

Uh, would you mind getting in?

Talking this way makes
me feel very conspicuous.

All right.

You're a lunatic.

Shit.

Grab him. Get him. Hold
him down. Hold him down.

[GRUNTING]

You tell Clay my bullshit
MC's got some reach, eh?

CHICKEN MAN: I'm
sorry, Juan Carlos.

I've run up a bit of a tab
with these Mexican fellows.

[GRUNTING]

Okay, thanks.

I left word for
Maureen at her store.

Good.

We'll get Gemma to reach out.

Jesus Christ, what now?

What happened?

Salazar and two CL jumped
me in the Chicken Man's van.

Jesus.

They took my cut.
JAX & CHIBS: What?

You let a goddamn
puppet club strip his patch?

Where were you two, anyway?

It's on me. It's on all of us.

No. I let it happen.
CHIBS: Yeah.

Jesus Christ.

CLAY: Well, I think I
know where we might find it.

I just got off the
phone with T.O.

Bastard's got intel
on where the Mayans

might be setting
up their heroin shop.

Industrial park out
by the Make Hill bend.

You, Bobby and Chibs.

I'll do it.

Can't do shit here.

Let's go.

I'm sorry.

Come on, hero, let's go.
Let's get you patched up, huh?

CLAY: That hurt? JUICE: Ah.

Hey, hey, hey.

What?

Salazar and his
crew never saw Tig,

but we might need more
than one unfamiliar face

to scope this place out.

You wanna go undercover, Chucky?

I accept that.

All right.

TARA: You wanted me?

GEMMA: Yeah.

What is it?

Stahl came by, threatened
to take away my deal.

Guess I didn't
officially turn myself in.

But you called her.

She knew... She's desperate.

Pressing me for
intel on the Irish.

[SCOFFS]

Your name came up.

Well, she was in the room
when the FBI interviewed me.

I didn't tell them anything.

Why don't you tell me?

It's what Jax said.

Cameron killed Half-Sack,
tied me up and took Abel.

Nothing you could
have done about that?

Had a gun pointed to my head.

What if it was your baby?

What the hell does that mean?

If it was your flesh and blood,

you would have thrown
yourself in front of a bullet.

That's unbelievably cruel.
I did everything I could.

Everything except save him.

[SOBBING]

How far along are you?

Six weeks.

No one knows.

With everything else going
on, it doesn't make sense.

Quite the secret queen lately.

Yeah, well, I
learned from the best.

I'm assuming it's Jax's?

Yes.

Good. That's it?

"Good"?

For now.

Not exactly in a
position of influence.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

May I speak with you, please?

I know you're still
deciding about your leave,

but we have an
emergency gastroschisis.

Boy, 20 minutes old.

Dr. Namid needs
an assist. I don't...

I don't think
that's a good idea.

Well, if you have a better one,

then you can share
it with his parents.

Because I don't
know how to tell them

that we may not be
able to save their child.

[KNOCKS]

McGEE: Trinity, it's me.

[ROCK MUSIC PLAYING ON STEREO]

Hey. She here?

Making the deposits.

Oh, right.

Well, I might catch
her later, huh?

McGee, can I ask
you something? Aye.

Who would my ma
be calling in Charming?

Well, that's the
Redwood Originals.

Why do you ask?

Someone rang up the
shop. Very mysterious lad.

Insisted it was important
for Ma to call back.

Right. Uh, they leave a number?

Ah. Right, well, I'll run it
past her when she's back.

Be good.

Tell your ma I come.

Aye.

And, uh, lock up, huh?

Followed one of
Salazar's lieutenants,

two other Calaveras

to a janitorial supply house.

Been coming every day.

Madina Industries. Now, it
could just be a Mexican day job,

but thought it might
be worth looking at.

All right, cool. All right.

Thanks, bro. Yeah.

Need us to back you up?

No, we're good. We're
good. Happy hunting.

Yup.

Hey, man.

I'm here to pick up
supplies for my boss,

but I forgot all my paperwork.

All right. You got a PO
number? No, I got nothing.

Uh, Hale Sewage Removal.

H-A-L-E.

Not here. Let me
go check the system.

Be right back. All right.

Serious security door. Yeah.

Must be some expensive
cleaning supplies.

What?

Go.

Go.

Come on, come on. Hurry up.

Take that.

All right. You're gonna
take this aisle to the right.

Act Mexican.

What do I do if I see something?

You're gonna come back
to that van alive. Now, go.

[MEN SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

MAN 1 [IN ENGLISH]: Yeah.

All right, if you
don't get it tomorrow,

let me know. Bye.

Eddie.

[MEN CONTINUE
SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

Shit. Salazar.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

What are we gonna do?

They see us, they
close this place down.

We're back to square one.

I'm giving Tig a heads-up.

[LATIN HIP-HOP MUSIC
PLAYING ON SPEAKERS]

[MEN SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

TIG: Yeah?

BIKER 1: Who the hell
are you? CHUCKY: Hola.

Shit. I better find Chucky.

BIKER 2: Bust this
kid up. TIG: Oh, man.

BIKER 1: What
are you doing here?

TIG: Oh, man. Shit, shit.

They just found him.

CHUCKY: Guys, I
didn't do anything.

Leave me alone. Guys,
I didn't do anything.

[GRUNTING]

[BIKERS SPEAK IN SPANISH]

BIKER 2: Kick his ass!

[SHOUTING IN SPANISH]

Come on.

Run.

Run.

[BIKER SCREAMS]

[SOFT ROCK MUSIC
PLAYING ON STEREO NEARBY]

[SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

MAUREEN: Hi.
Kettle's still warm.

McGEE: Samcro. They're
waiting for you to call them back.

You better tell me, darling,

'cause now you're
messing in my business.

It's got nothing to do with you.

My club.

My problem.

[McGEE CHUCKLES]

You know, we know
Cammy took Jax Teller's boy.

There was no trace of him

when they found
him in the street.

And I know he
came to see you, Mo,

because he had no
one else to turn to.

[SIGHS]

Do you know where that baby is?

Is that why you're
calling Charming?

Look... Just tell me.

Because I can help you.

I love you, Mac.

And you know I would do
anything for the club. You know that.

But this matter involves
the other half of my life.

I piss you off, you
smack me around.

I piss off the Army,

I end up with my head
squeezed off by a razor wire.

I'm sorry, darling.

I have nothing to say.

[SIGHS]

You said plenty.

[DOOR OPENS THEN CLOSES]

So Chucky saw a couple Mayans

guarding a door
inside the warehouse.

Then Salazar and
the CL rolled up.

Chucky got
roughed up a little bit.

You think they're onto us?

I don't think so.

No.

CLAY: Well, we know
where the Mexicans

are cutting and
bagging the heroin.

And when they're shipping.

I took a pic of the
distribution schedule.

There's deliveries to
Stockton Prison every week.

Next one, tomorrow afternoon.

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

CLAY: Nice.

Belfast.

GEMMA [ON PHONE]:
I got your message.

I'm calling from a house line.

GEMMA: Okay.

Was that JT's boy
that called the shop?

My boy.

Yes.

I understand you've, uh,

made contact with
someone else we know.

Aye, I have.

Can I be sure of that?

MAUREEN: He's a
fighter. Scar on his belly.

GEMMA: What was he wearing?

Cheap onesie.

Blue hat, white pom-pom.

Where is he?
Abel's with a friend.

I'm not sure how much
longer he can keep him safe.

That's all I can say right now.

Boy needs his da.

What did she say?

We gotta get to Belfast.

MAUREEN: I'll finish
those books, darling.

How was your phone call?

What did you hear?

You were talking about a baby.

Like he was missing
or something.

Who's the friend that has him?

Is it Uncle Kel?

You already know too much.

Damn it, Ma. I'm not a child.

Tell me the truth.

Members from
the original charter

are coming out here soon.

You'll have more truth
than you can handle.

[DOOR OPENS THEN CLOSES]

What are you doing?

You guys are good.
Where is this from?

Where is your grandson, Gemma?

I don't know.

You may wanna learn
to be more cooperative.

CLAY: I'm not gonna
let your gash boss

give my old lady a heart attack.

I'm going in. It's okay.

Come on in, gentlemen.
You should hear this as well.

The U.S. attorney has
refused to honor the deal.

Says he has no proof
that you were actually going

to turn yourself in.

You lying piece of shit.

Hey, hey, hey, don't
shoot the messenger.

Between you and me,

I think he's gonna press you
real hard for intel on the club.

Which means you
either give up your boys

or your boys give up you.

Have a nice life.

[SOBBING]

How'd it go?

As expected. Fine.

You're still in one piece.

STAHL: Well, I'm
not that fragile, baby.

And Gemma's all bark.

I heard it went well. Thank you.

There were other
surgeons qualified

to assist with that procedure.

Not with your skill.

What are you doing?

Protecting this hospital.

Consider your request
for a leave denied.

LUKE: Hurry up, lads, will you?

MAN: That's all the AKs, Luke.

It's not starting.

Piece of British shit.
Check the battery.

[LUKE SIGHS]

[GRUNTS]

Jesus Christ, Jax.

You and Jimmy lied to me.

You're making a grave mistake.

Who has my son?

Is it Jimmy?

Why is he doing this?

I don't know.

I do. LUKE: Jax, no!

Sorry, baby.

Should've listened to you.

Went up north.

It's okay.

You just get some sleep.

We'll make it all right.

[SIGHS]

[KNOCKS]

[SIGHS]

What the hell are
you doing here?

Put the gun away.

How did you get my address?

ATF took away your
shiny black sedan,

making you drive your own car.

Juice is hacking DMV now?

What do you want?

A deal.

What is he doing
here? Go back to bed.

He shouldn't be here, June.

Why don't you
shout it a little louder?

I am handling it.
Please go back to bed.

Bringing your work
home with you, huh?

I never seem to learn.

You got five minutes.

[SCOFFS]

Your career's taken a huge hit.

Booted off the Irish,
stripped of your team.

We both know you're
looking at a transfer.

To some left-for-dead
field office.

This is what you
came here to tell me?

Not only can I give
you your career back,

I can make you an ATF legend.

The agent who single-handedly

broke the real IRA-Nor
Cal terrorist threat.

I'll hand deliver
Jimmy O'Phelan,

give you the names
of his real IRA contacts,

and my sworn statement.

Everything you need to
know about the gunrunning.

And what do you want?

My son.

My mother.

And my club.

And how am I supposed
to deliver those things?

No witness from Zobelle's
church party is gonna testify.

That just leaves the federal
automatic weapons charges.

With all the priors
you guys have,

the U.S. attorney
will never drop them.

We just want them
reduced. Short time.

MC's got a bail
hearing tomorrow.

You need to slow that down.

We need a couple of weeks.

So you can get to Belfast.

For Jimmy.

And I'm guessing
that's where Abel is.

Even if I could push
the bail hearing,

you guys still can't
leave the country.

That's my problem.

We just can't have
the fugitive heat.

And your mother?

Your lie set this whole
nightmare in motion.

I don't give a shit
what you have to do.

Recant your statement.

Tell some new lies.
Find a scapegoat.

Hey. You just set
that truth straight.

Immunity is a
complicated prob...

Immunity is bullshit.

Too many strings.

I want a statement signed by you

clearing her of both kills.

[CHUCKLES]

And I'm supposed
to just trust you, huh?

Just take your word
on this deal of a lifetime.

Guy who wants me dead.

Hey, my club
finds out, I'm dead.

My risk is just as great.

And what makes you think
that I would actually believe

that the prince would turn rat?

[MUMBLING]

JAX: Luke Moran.

Jimmy's number two.

Enough illegal weapons
to trip Homeland Security?

More than enough.

This asshole has to disappear.

He can't reach out. No lawyers.

Or this all goes
away for both of us.

Terrorists don't
get phone calls.

I'll bring him back
to Hainey's Pub,

put him and the guns in his SUV.

We have a deal?

I'm gonna need to
draw something up.

No. This is a simple trade.

I deliver Jimmy and
my sworn statement,

you sign off on the club's
gun charges and my mom.

Hey, I'm the one
that's gotta deliver.

You got nothing to lose.

It's you and me.

[CHUCKLES]

We're all we got, June.

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