Sons of Anarchy (2008–2014): Season 3, Episode 9 - Turas - full transcript

- Come on, Jax, I'll take you back.
- I'll walk.

I need some time alone.

Aye. Slam the door on your way out.

Police report that
the man found stabbed in an alley...

...in the downtown area
has died from his injuries.

Police have identified the man,
but his name has not been released.

Hello?

You ever hear of Kellan Ashby?

- Are you in Belfast?
- Yeah.

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

I had no idea that was going down.



Escaping custody
is another federal charge.

We can talk about that shit later.
Kellan Ashby. He's a priest.

What do you know about him?

He's a friend to the army, right?

More than a friend. He's a shot caller.

- I need to know everything about him.
- Why?

He's got Abel.

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.

I know. I'll figure it out.
Just get me some intel on the priest.

Yeah, I'm just
gonna handle it tomorrow, okay?

Okay.

- Who was that?
- Oh. It was Estevez.



He needs some field docs
that I don't have with me.

Mm-hm.

I lost my crown

When it hit the ground
With an almighty thud

I went to pick it up

But revealed my weaknesses
To the crowd

I lost my home

When I lost my throne
To a successor

With far more expansive plans
Than I ever did

I abdicated

So, what do we know?

Kellan says he moved Abel out of Belfast
to protect him from Jimmy.

Why? What does Jimmy want
with Abel?

Leverage against what Kellan wants
from us:

Jimmy dead.

Apparently, he's become a problem
for the army.

- Then we kill Jimmy.
It's not that simple.

- Yeah, it is.
- No, it isn't.

Look, everything they say is...
It's like smoky truth.

I don't trust them.
I don't trust their priest.

The only thing we know for sure
is he wants Jimmy.

So we find Jimmy...

...trade him for Abel.

That's the only thing that makes sense.
We can't kill O'Phelan.

Should I bring Sambel
up to speed on this?

No.

As far as they know,
we want Jimmy to grill him about Abel.

Let's just leave it at that.

Belfast has a protection run
this afternoon.

Gun shipment.

McGee told me that Jimmy
will be at the pickup in Dungloe.

Then so are we.

I'm sorry, guys.

I had no idea
what I was walking you into.

- Shit going on down here...
- Aye.

You'd better crash for a few hours.

It's gonna be another fun-filled day
in the six counties.

- You coming, baby?
- Be there in a minute.

This feels all wrong to me.

Who the hell are these people?
Using a baby like a goddamn poker chip.

It's not just them, Mom.

This happened because we deal guns
with the Irish.

Let's not kid ourselves
we're the victims.

Maybe that, um, profound awareness...

...helps relieve your guilt...

...but now is not the time
for soul-searching.

You focus on the hate you need
to kill all these Irish pricks.

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 world
In the eye

You got no idea who did this?

A fighter, a trainer?

No.

I know you ain't got much use
for me...

...but clearly Samcro ain't able
to protect you no more.

You got to give me something, Lump,
or I'm gonna have to go by the book.

Talk to your employees...

...search lockers, check INS status.

Okay.

Okay, I get it.

The guy was Mexican.

Told me not to mess with the Mayans.

All right.

You hang in there.

Holy shit, Lump, what happened?

Let him rest.

Think you guys have helped enough.

Lump told Unser it was the Mayans.

- It wasn't Darby, return visit?
Mayans?

Why the hell would Alvarez shit
on the deal?

- Because it's in his nature.
It's over, fellas.

Even with insurance...

...too much...

Too much damage. I gotta sell.

Gotta be the same guys that hired Darby
put the Mexicans up to it.

Let's go visit our angry white friend.
Oh, hey, doc.

Hi. I'll catch up with you.

- Okay.
Hey.

Hey, we heard from the guys.
They got to Belfast okay.

Why don't you say it a little louder?
A few people in ER didn't hear you.

- I'm not talking to you, shithead.
- Hey, easy.

- Well, thank you for letting me know.
- Yeah.

Come on.

You do realize one of us
is gonna end up dead, right?

I'm counting on it.

Uh, what's this about?

- We want in on the Dungloe run.
- Heh. That's a short list, brother.

- It'll be taking bread off our tables.
- We don't need a cut.

We just wanna talk to Jimmy.

Look, Kellan didn't shed much light
on my kid.

Just that Jimmy might be involved.

We know he's gonna be at the other end
of this pickup in Dungloe.

Some sort of power beef going down
in the army ranks.

I don't know,
but we gotta dance around it.

We can't piss off Jimmy,
we can't piss off Ashby.

You guys okay with that?

You need to vote?

We don't need to vote.

Be good for you California lads
to see what we go through...

...to put bread on your table.

All right, well, I'll call Dungloe,
let them know.

Well, well, well,
ask and ye shall receive.

- What are you doing here?
- I heard about the old Jew.

Check it out. Come here. Come on in.

Hey, you mind giving us a minute?

Sit down, Darby.

Yeah.

So, what do you want?

Well, what happened
to your pretty face?

Chemical accident.

What kind of chemicals you find
in a porn studio?

Listen, whatever you guys think I did,
you're wrong.

- Ask around. I'm out of the game.
- All right.

Somebody, last night...

...broke into Lumpy's gym
and nearly beat him to death.

And we know
you were there yesterday.

Yeah, I went there.

But I wasn't the one
who worked him over last night.

Well, then who did?

I don't know.
That's why I came to see him.

Oh. So you're feeling guilty?

Are we done here?

No, we're not.

Who put you to task on Lumpy?

You wouldn't believe me if I told you.

And you couldn't prove it
if you wanted to.

Jacob Hale sent Darby
to muscle Lumpy into selling his gym.

That's it.

Darby couldn't finish the job,
but someone did, and Hale initiated.

And you're here telling me this
because you want me to do what?

I don't know, uh, cop shit.
Uh... Uh, look into it.

Look into arresting the guy...

...whose family's been trying
to shut down the MC for two decades?

- That's a little convenient, ain't it?
- This ain't about our beef with the Hales.

No, it's about the word of two felons...

...against the guy
who's gonna be our next mayor.

How do you think that plays out?

We are telling you...

...it wasn't the Mayans
that wrecked Lumpy.

We got witnesses
saw a motorcycle flee the scene.

Harley, ape hangers.
That what Hale's riding these days?

Line two, chief.

If you'll excuse me,
I got some cop shit I gotta do.

Absolutely.

I got through to Alvarez. He swears
the Mayans had nothing to do with it.

We know.

What other Harley-riding Mexican
has got something to gain...

...by putting it on the Mayans?
- Salazar.

Aye, it's done.
Samcro is coming on the run.

- They think it was their idea.
- Good. Let's get it done right this time.

Stay on 14.
You'll find some pissers near the border.

You pass through,
Clay and his boys will be detained.

Look, these Charming boys are smart.
They know something's going on.

Pay off the coppers.
Make a show of it.

- Samcro won't suspect anything.
- Aye.

I'll see you at the farm.

Aye.

Arrange things at the barn.

Are you sure about this, brother?

This could set off a chain of events
that we may not be able to contain.

Aye. It'll get done.

Father Kellan.

- How are you?
- Filip. Ha, ha.

We have a few Italian priests visiting.

I thought it might be best...

...if Michael kept his eye on them here
for a few hours.

- All right.
- Good lad.

Okay, thank you, Father.

Hey there, darling.

- Be careful.
- Always.

Hey. It's all right, sweetheart.

I'm gonna give these boys an escort.
I'll be back later.

- Okay.
- Okay?

- Love you, Dad.
- Love you, baby.

You look out for your ma.

Have a safe run.
Hope you find what you're looking for.

Mrs. Teller.

Father.

Whoo!
All right.

Staring death in the face

We're determined
It's the end

Here we stand
Poorest of them all

No one cares
But my three friends

Pack it up again

We grow stronger

And through our weakness
We grow stronger

Are you kidding me with this shit?

- Is this legit?
- Aye.

Near the Republic border. It's routine.

Money will get us through.

Got some American brothers visiting.

Aye, we're good.

- Send them through.
- All right, truck, move.

We'll pass through first,
then they'll check your IDs.

Shouldn't be a problem.

What the hell do we do now?

- He paid them off.
- Yeah, but for what?

Let's find out.

Let's go.

- Hold it.
- Hold up.

That's good right there.

IDs. IDs, let's go.

- Where are you headed?
- Coast.

Got a charter up in Dungloe.

Go on, then.

Shite.

- They're getting through.
- Get moving.

Go on.

- Hey, thanks for handling that.
- Aye, it's all good, brother.

Can I go down to the shop,
hang with Trinity?

No. You stay up here.
- Why?

- Afraid someone's gonna shoot me?
- Don't you brash me.

If you go down to the shop,
Triny'll have you stocking shelves.

Come on, we'll go into her room
and set you up with some movies, love.

Whew, I remember that age.

I'd have a rod taken to my ass
if I talked like that to my ma.

The good old days.

You were right.

Me going to Chibs in Charming
set this all in motion.

Sometimes the heart beats the head.

Aye.

What do you know
about Kellan Ashby?

This is bad, Donny.

- Shit.
Sit down, Casey.

Oh, Mother Mary.
- Find the girl.

What the hell are you doing, Jimmy?

Setting things right.

Shit.

Standing in the sun
On a winter's day

Seems so damn far away

That I hear

Church bells are ringing

Singing glory
To God alone

You've burned it now, Jimmy.

Kellan practically raised those brothers.
They're like sons to him.

Well, now he can bury
one of them, yeah?

- Let's go.
We're not going with you.

Do I have to kill another one
to show you how much I love you?

I'm taking my family home.

Ma.
Okay.

Okay, no more blood.

Come on, sweetheart. It'll be all right.

My stuff.

I left my iPod in the bedroom.

Donny, would you be so kind as to
retrieve my lovely stepdaughter's iPod?

Drop the gun.

Drop the gun! Do it!

- Triny! Triny!
Ma?

It's me.

- We okay in there?
Yeah, she's fine.

I heard a scream.

On the floor.

Face down, hands above your head.

Sit.

- Take Triny and Kerrianne downstairs.
- What are you gonna do, Gemma?

My family has a few things
to work out with Jimmy.

That's a mistake.
- Then it's my mistake.

- Get the girls out of here.
- Go on, girls, come on.

Put it down.

- What the hell are you doing?
Protecting you. Give me the gun.

- I gotta kill this son of a bitch.
- Not before I kill you.

Ha, ha! Mother of Christ.

- You're crazy bitches, the lot.
- Shut up.

Get out.

You come trying to fetch me
and Kerri again...

...and I swear on my Catholic God, I'll
fill your thick Irish skull with bullets.

Go.

Gemma, always a pleasure.

I'll see you real soon, love.

Why the hell did you stop me?

You kill Jimmy, and his crew
would wipe out your whole family.

Total bloody genocide.

You don't know.

- Hey, brother. How you doing?
- Fine.

- Welcome to the Republic, gents.
- Thanks. Pretty country.

Aye.
- Jimmy's guys?

No, Real Army men, keeping tabs.

- These are Jimmy's boys.
"Boys" is right.

- How old are they?
- Around 15, maybe.

- That's who Jimmy is recruiting?
- Aye, that's them.

- Where's the guns?
- Inside.

Hey. What happened back there?

The pissers were supposed
to pick up Samcro.

I don't know.
Got no word from Jimmy.

Well, call him.
I wanna hurry this along.

- These are magnificent.
- Saws? Who's dealing these?

We don't ask those questions.

Brilliant shit, man.
Seen a dozen trucks hauling hay.

Just another farmer
bringing the food to the horses.

Never been stopped yet.

Let's hope we can
keep that streak going.

All right, once we're loaded,
army will drive the lorry.

We ride ahead and scout.

We'll pick up the rear,
make sure nobody flanks us.

Where to?
It's another barn.

It's Hannahstown, just outside Belfast.
Then the army takes it over from there.

Right. Come on, boys.
Let's get some muscle.

Right, let's do this.
All right.

I got it.
- Where's Jimmy?

- He's on his way.
- You talk to him?

Look, Jimmy never misses a transport.
He'll be here.

What are you doing?
I thought I cleared your schedule.

Oh.

I wasn't the one
having the procedure yesterday.

It really was a friend.

I'm sorry I jumped to that conclusion.

Well, you weren't wrong.
I am pregnant.

I made an appointment for this evening,
so I'll need my day cleared tomorrow.

- Do you have a ride?
- I'll take a cab.

That's ridiculous. I can take you.

- That's okay.
- I take 99 home.

It's not that far out of my way.

All right, thank you.

You got that?
Yep.

Okay, pick it up.
Let's do it.

Everything's in place.

Juice.
Yup.

Keep an eye on O'Neill.

Got it. Hap.

We should get moving.

We're not going anywhere
until Jimmy gets here.

That's not our call, brother.
The army sets the pace. They're ready.

All right, it's set.

You coming with me?

- Where the hell is he going?
- Hey, where the hell are you going?

Gotta murder a shite.

You wanna watch?

- Do you?
- No, I'm good.

- Let's go.
- Jesus Christ.

No, no, just give me a moment.

Right, okay.

That was Mo. Jimmy's in Belfast.
He was looking for Fiona.

- Why? What happened?
- It's all right, they're all okay.

- Hey. Hey!
What's this?

Hey, hey, hey!

Open up!

Hey, what are you kids doing?
Hey, hey!

Get over here!

It's a bloody trap.

No! Don't you start that!

- Bloody go, go, go!
Stand back.

- Ram the goddamn door.
- Go!

Burning with desire
And hate

Acquiescence
Sealed our fate

Empty rooms and empty eyes

Empty promise
Filled with lies

Our last fight

Our last fight

Son.

Son.

You okay?

Yeah.

To protect
My crumbling faith

Bitter, bitter
Sweet no more

Nothing left
Worth fighting for

Our last fight

Our last fight

Paddy.

No, Paddy.

No, Paddy. No.

Paddy. Paddy boy.

Paddy boy.

Paddy boy.

- This was Jimmy.
- We don't know that.

- Blowing up guns, had to be the Ulsters.
- Where the hell were you?

I was taking a shite.
Your boys were watching.

The explosion was seen for miles.
We gotta get out of here now.

Load the wounded.

Let's go.

Chibs, I'm sorry, man, we gotta go.

Come on, brother.

- Come on.
No.

- Come on, man.
- No.

He's gone. He's gone. Come on.

- You bastards are dead.
- No. Not now.

You bastards are dead.

No.
Come on.

What do you need?

I heard about Lumpy. What happened?

Head injury, internal bleeding.
It's pretty bad.

- Any leads?
- Lump says the guy was Mexican.

- Mayan.
- Jesus Christ.

I'm trying to save Charming P.D.,
Wayne...

...but I'm running out of shit to put
in the plus column.

After this,
I may not be able to sway city council.

I need some wins.

- Elliot.
- Jacob. How are you?

Oh, not so good.

Chief Unser just filled me in
on the attack at Lumpy's.

It was the same faction
that was responsible for David's death.

More brutal acts of violence brought on
by the men that you bailed from jail.

He sure knows how to make an exit.
- Yeah. He's a dick.

Was it really Mayan retaliation?

Doesn't make sense.

What are you talking about?

Clay assured me that the feud between
Samcro and the Mayans was put to bed.

I saw him and Alvarez shake hands
at St. Thomas two days ago.

Thank you.

There's a lot of bad blood there.
Don't take much to kick it back up.

You need to check out that stretch
of Liberty.

Every store went belly up.
Lumpy's the only one left.

I checked with the bank.
Not one of them foreclosed.

- Then who owns them?
- I don't know.

My guess?

A single developer's buying out
that block...

...and they'd have a lot to gain
by clearing out Lumpy.

You're safe now.
No harm's gonna come to you.

Let's take the ladies to the rectory.
I'll have someone to watch them there.

We'll let Sean grieve.

Come on, girls.

Sorry about your friend.

So am I.

Can we talk?

Why are you doing this to us?

If you know where my grandson is,
just tell me.

I know it seems, well, unfair.

You and your son are caught up
in a very ugly struggle...

...and I am sorry for that.

The things I do
are not just about my Irish loyalty.

They're about keeping promises...

...to your family.

To my family?

John and I grew very close
while he was here.

I loved him dearly.

Guess you're the one
granted him absolution from adultery?

No.

He struggled greatly
with his love for you.

John bailed on his family.

I watched my baby slip into a coma...

...while he was here playing house
with your sister.

So don't tell me how he struggled.

I didn't mean to be dismissive
of your pain.

- I understand you feel...
- You don't understand shit.

Hypocrites.

All of you.

Take the prospects, head around back.

No, you take the prospects around back.
We're going to the front.

I'm gonna need a little man.
Twenty count.

Okay. Go.

Oh, should I be counting,
like, from now or when they left?

Oh, for chrissake.

- I'm good.
- Shut up.

- It's empty. No Salazar.
- Shit.

From the county clerk.

Group buying up the properties
on Liberty Street.

Miltona Trust. List of investors.

- Thanks.
- Uh-huh.

Son of a bitch.

- What the hell are you doing here?
- Need to talk.

Get in.

Don't ever come
to my place of business again.

- Do you understand?
- Oh, what's the matter, Mr. Hale?

- Ashamed of doing business with me?
- I'm regretting it.

You were supposed to scare Lumpy,
not beat him half to death.

I got him to sell, didn't I?

- What do you want?
- Need a favor.

I got some unfinished business
with the Sons.

Need to know
where I can find Jax Teller's old lady.

She ain't at the house. We checked.
I need to know where she works.

- I'm not telling you anything.
- Baby?

Ashamed of doing business with me?

I'm regretting it.

You were supposed to scare Lumpy,
not beat him half to death.

I got him to sell, didn't I?

This is blackmail.

Yeah. I got an app for that, homes.

How are the girls?

Yeah, they're okay. Safe.

Put Juice and Dunphy on them.

- I want a patch on them from now on.
- You got it.

Talked to Oswald.

He's got cargo leaving Manchester
day after tomorrow.

You gotta get your family out of here.

He's right, Chibs.

Take Fi and Kerrianne,
head back to Charming.

No.

You gotta protect them, brother.

I am.

This is Kerrianne's home.

And she does not wanna leave,
and I'm not gonna force her.

And the only way
that I can keep my baby safe...

...is when that bastard O'Phelan
is dead.

And I guarantee
I am gonna make that happen.

Yeah, okay, bro.

- Hello?
Can you talk?

Yeah. Um...

I ran Kellan Ashby
through every database that I could.

Now, it's common knowledge
that he's a friend of the cause...

...but nothing ties him.

I mean, there are no arrests...

...there's no seizures,
he's never been interrogated.

He is a revered priest...

...who has turned down
three promotions from the Vatican.

A saint.

Yeah, I'm afraid so.

I got another name for you:
Liam O'Neill, SOA Belfast.

One of yours?

Pretty sure he and Jimmy
tried to blow us up today.

Are you all right?

Yeah, but five others are spread out
over a farm outside Dungloe.

Hey, look, I need you back in one piece,
okay, Jax?

I appreciate your concern.

Spare a fag?

It's almost 3.

Why aren't you in bed?

Not much of a sleeper.

Yeah, I get that.

How are you, Jackson?

I'm tired, Trinity.

Yeah.

Damn it.

- Are you okay?
Yeah.

Oh, my God, I'm so sorry.
I wasn't paying attention.

- I...
- Oh, my God.

Oh. Doesn't look like there's any damage.

Hey, I know you.
You're Jax Teller's girl, right?

Uh, I... Yeah.

- Who are you?
- I'm his girl.

Whoa.
What the hell is this? Hey.

The brunette's his old lady.
What about the redhead?

She an old lady too?

I'm a doctor at St. Thomas Hospital.
She's a supervisor.

Check her ink.

Heh. Oh. She's a supervisor, all right.
Come on, Teller, we're going for a ride.

Come on. Come on, let's go.

- Okay, okay.
Get in there.

To the sweet hereafter