Sons of Anarchy (2008–2014): Season 4, Episode 10 - Hands - full transcript

Previously on Sons of Anarchy:

MI5 intelligence
has confirmed the Irish Kings...

are planning a trip stateside.

If you give me the information,
I will extract the Sons...

from the RICO equation.

Where are the letters?

Tara still got them?
Just leave her out of it, huh?

Too late.

We burned those letters. There was
no proof. Why would he have to do this?

Clay read the letters.

The ones you saw burning were copies.
I'm calling this into the sheriff's.



We have to find those letters, Wayne.
I can prove to Clay that there's no threat.

Lobo approached us last month.

Before you guys even got out.
We didn't know about Galindo.

There's a conference tomorrow.
Providence is hosting.

I'm going.

I talked to Tara. She's never
gonna tell Jax about those letters.

She's heading out of town
tomorrow.

Promise me you won't hurt Tara.
I promise.

Got any more room in there?
I'm coming with you.

We have an internal threat.
I'm afraid she's gonna expose us.

The doctor?
That's your VF"s old lady.

Hoping you might want to handle it.
We'll clean it up.

There's only one number, so call it
when you have a time and a place.

Once it's set in motion,
it can't be stopped.



- Morning.
- Hey.

You're up early.
Yeah.

Gotta go handle this Mexican shit.

I'm afraid to ask what that means.
Well, don't.

Me and Jax got it handled.

I'll see you later.

Love you.

I packed a lunch.

I figured we could stop
at that park outside Walnut Grove.

Great.

I like that park.

Hey, baby.

Hey, Mom.

What are you doing here?

Well, you're taking my grandkids
on a one-way trip to Oregon.

You think I'm not
gonna say goodbye?

It's just four or five days.

- Where's Elyda?
- I'm gonna take up Tara and the boys.

Turn it into
a little family vacation.

- Out of state? You're on release.
- No, we're staying in-state.

The conference
is a few hours over the border.

And I'll have Rogue River
keep an eye on them up in Oregon.

Does Clay know?

He will after you tell him.

We got stuff with the Irish.
I'll be back day after tomorrow.

What about the Mexicans?
Nothing for us to do.

It's an internal beef.
We've been told to stay out of it.

Say goodbye to Grandma.

Oh... Hello, baby.

What happened to Ortiz?

Couple ATF agents
took him out last night.

No explanation.

Yeah?

Something's wrong, Wayne.

Really?

Can't imagine why you think that.

Clay emptied the safe this morning.

Had to be 20 or 30 grand.

Probably club stuff.
No.

His private cash.

Clay told me that he and Jax
were going to handle the Mexicans.

But Jax is going up to Oregon
with Tara.

He told me the club
is staying out of cartel stuff.

So, uh...

what did Clay need the money for?

Get back here.

Please.

Destination info.

She left about 20 minutes ago.
She'll take 99 to the 5.

It's all there.

Okay, good.

I want it clean,
I want it painless.

Don't mess up her face.

Understood.

Oh, this old man came rolling home

This old man, he played three

He played knick-knack on my knee

With a knick-knack paddywhack
Give the dog a bone

This old man came rolling home

You handle that Mexican thing?

Not your concern.

Where's Jax?

Went up to Oregon
with Tara and the kids.

Family outing.

Guess that explains
why he didn't show, huh?

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

Hey, we got a problem.

I need for you to stop
what we set in motion this morning.

Why?

Jax and the kids are with Tara.

I didn't know.

Our man's independent.

There's gotta be a way
to get ahold of him.

I mean, you set it up.
Sorry, Clay. It's too late.

He checks in after he's done.

I'll let you know.

Let him know that Jax Teller
and the kids are with the doctor.

Shouldn't we shut it down?
No.

Just tell him to be careful.
I'm sure Teller's armed.

Need you to track down Jax.
He's on his way to Oregon with Tara.

Bad time to be traveling.

- I want him back now.
- Got it.

Hey, Clay.
There's something up with Juice.

Nobody's heard from him,
no phone calls, and he's not been home.

It's gotta be Roosevelt.

We would've heard something
from Lower: if he got picked up.

Go check, will you?
I'm gonna head up to his cabin.

Check with my old man.

Uh, you should stick around.

With Kozik still up north and Happy over
at Oswald's, gonna need bodies around.

Just in case we gotta deal
with this Lobo shit.

Yeah, okay.

Hurry back, okay?

Hey, relax. We're civilians.

Yeah, right.

Say, how you like it?

Excuse me?

My daughter wants one.

Oh, uh...

My old lady loves it. It's hers.

How fast is that 1150?
Fast enough.

You ride?
Yeah.

You miss the Defender?
I miss the power.

Beemer's more comfortable.
Got a shitty back.

Maybe it's time to trade it in
for a cage, huh?

When I'm dead.

Amen to that.

Hey, little guy. How you doing?

All right.
You gentlemen have a good day.

Yeah.

Eli. Please, come in.

Where's Juice?
ATF holding.

Now that he knows of our RICO goals,
it's best to keep him sequestered.

Until a trust can grow.
His crew was just downstairs...

looking for him.

Assuming that I picked him up,
and I did.

And I assume you calmed
their suspicions?

I told them that there were no charges,
and he was released last night.

Perfect.

You played me.

Worse than the outlaws.

All that bullshit
about my gang experience...

and you just needed
a local scapegoat.

Let all that shit pile up at my door...

so you can keep
your secret war room concealed.

And I jumped in
like a goddamn Boy Scout.

Don't wallow in your discomfort, Eli.

This investigation will be a big win
for you too.

We all rise up.
No.

We don't.

I'm done being your boy.

You want to dirty my jacket...

go ahead.

Let me remind you of the document
you signed several weeks ago.

I am not gonna breach
confidentiality.

It was more than keeping the secret.
It was an agreement of participation.

If I feel I need your services
to expedite the case...

you are legally obliged
to aid in that task.

Then I guess we play it your way.

If this interview
at Providence goes well...

I think I should take the job.

You should.

Are you sure you mean that?

Tara...

take the job.

You gotta give St. Thomas what...
Two, three weeks' notice?

Yeah, probably.

Well, I got one more deal
to lock down, and I'm good.

I might be ready to go before you.

Clay. Clay,
I can't get ahold of Jax, man.

He's not picking up. Tara either.
I've got the name of the hotel.

I'll have Rogue River waiting.
You want me there?

No. Keep calling.

Roosevelt picked up Juice yesterday.
Another piss test.

Released him last night,
but he hasn't been seen since.

Call his old girlfriend. Tends to crawl
back there when he's wounded.

Well, Precious stays in touch
with her. I'll give her a call.

I need to ask you a question.

What?

Why did you take all that money
out of the safe?

What did I tell you about
digging into club business?

That's not club money.
That's right. That's my money.

And as long as you got enough
to take care of the house...

you don't need to worry about it.

Did you really just say that to me?

Maybe I should be saying
shit like that to you more often.

Reminding you that you are
not a member of this club.

You're an old lady.

And don't forget it.

Okay.

- Oh, my God! What are you doing?
- Tara.

No! Let me go, goddamn it!

- Tara!
- Let me go!

Jax!

Jax! Jax!

Jax.

No.

Okay, okay.

You're okay.

Shit.

You guys okay?

You have to take me to St. Thomas.

Can't do that, ma'am.
Out of our jurisdiction.

We'll take you to Memorial.
They can transfer.

She's a surgeon at St. Thomas.
You can't take her?

Take her to Charming.
I'll talk to your dispatcher. All right?

Yes, sir.

Thank you.
Yeah.

You're on federal release,
Mr. Teller.

Folks nearby heard
a lot of gunshots.

Hope you weren't the one
firing the weapon.

No, sir.
They did all the shooting.

Look, I got to get my boys home.
Can we do this at the hospital?

Please?

We'll follow you there.

Thank you.

Coming through.

- Hey.
- The boys.

They're fine.
They're at the house with Elyda.

It's okay, babe.
You're gonna be fine.

They're taking you to X-ray.
Dr. Balian will be there to look...

at the hand, okay? I love you.
Okay.

Are you okay, baby?

I'm fine.

Where are they taking her?
To X-ray.

Look, I got to talk
to the cops, Mom.

What happened, Jax?

Someone attacked Tara.

Tried to abduct her.

Let's talk, Mr. Teller.

Oh, my God.

I'm a Hanna-Barbera fan myself.

Quick Draw McGraw
was always my favorite.

My promise.

When we take down the Irish, we'll need
to prosecute the club members present.

But that's where it stops.

I will not use RICO
to dismantle the Sons.

It's all there.
Just awaiting my signature.

I don't know anything about a meet.

Then go and find out.

You're just gonna let me out?
Yes.

Here's the deal, Juice.

We give you a cell phone,
acts as a monitoring device.

We know where you are 24/7.

You check in every four hours.

You don't check in,
I get wind you exposed us...

we rip this up, we come crashing in.

I settle for the Mexicans
and the Sons.

Samcro and all its charters
will fall to RICO.

I'll give you until after
The Jetsons to decide.

Then it's off the table.

What happened?

Someone tried to take Tara.

They hurt her real bad.

Jesus.

We know who did it?

No.

They were speaking Spanish.

It had to be Lobo retaliation.
I got a call into Romeo.

I haven't heard back yet.

Let's find Laroy. He knows
how to get in touch with Lobo.

- Absolutely.
- We got V-Lin at your house.

We'll keep Phil and Rat
here with Tara.

Call Alvarez.
We might need him.

Where you going, baby?

Stay with Tara. Keep me posted.

Okay.

Jesus.

Three broken metacarpals.
Median nerve?

Yes. There's damage from the trauma.
We should get in there right away.

Okay.
I'll schedule it.

We're gonna do
everything we can.

I know. Thank you.

Already had five in my cup

I done took another hit, I done ran into
a **** That's lookin' lifeless and stuck

Baby, what's wrong with you now?
What, you ain't happy with red bottoms?

Mad 'cause I'm in VIP

Shit.

Don't shoot!

Tig, hold it! Stop firing!

- Down!
- Tig, man, don't shoot. Don't shoot.

Laroy.

Laroy, get out here!

- What the hell, Laroy?
- You tell me!

We just walk in, your crew
starts shooting at us.

Thought you were the damn cartel.

Do we look like
a goddamn cartel?

Your Mexicans do!

- Put them down.
- Put it down, buddy.

I'm feelin' brand new

Drinks on me

Lobo took out
three of my men this morning.

We're all a little skittish.

Shit.

What the hell?

You killed
one of my best soldiers.

- Don't do it, Laroy.
- It's like that?

- This wetback bitch over me?
- Hey.

You both lost a guy,
you're even.

No, we ain't. Get out.

I need your contact info
for Lobo Sonora.

You need to get out before
this place is crawling with purple.

And I kill everything,
brown and white.

Come on, Jax.

Come on.

You better look at
What it is that you facin' now

'Cause Jesus drives a Harley
The devil wears Prada

If God was one of us
He'd probably drink vodka

That was Romeo.

He's just finishing up
a meet in Rio Vista.

All right, let's go.
You're too amped up.

What the hell do you expect?
Go back to Charming, be with Tara.

I'll get the intel from Romeo.

I am talking to these guys.

- Come on.
- What?

He's right.

- Let Clay handle it, Jackie.
- Hey.

We're gonna find who did this to Tara
and we're gonna hurt them. I promise.

You go be with your family,
all right?

Bobby and me,
we're gonna ride with you.

You stay with Jax.

No, you can't ride alone.

Not today.

Come on.
All right, let's go.

It's awful,
this attack on Tara.

Yeah, I know.

You have no remorse
about what happened?

Sounds like you do.

I guess I do.

I've been trying to get her
to leave for over a year.

Tara belongs here.

You see what that gets her.

It got her a beautiful son.

She's blinded by an adolescent bond.

You know she doesn't belong
with your son.

What Jax and Tara do
is their business.

Are you kidding me?

The way you bully and manipulate her,
use those babies as strings.

You better watch
what you say next.

Or what?

You're going to beat the shit
out of me? I'm not afraid of you.

You're an awful woman.

And all this suffering landing
on Tara, it's because of you.

Where the hell you been?

Sorry. Roosevelt
picked me up.

Yeah, we know. Then what?

Had to clear my head.
Took a ride out to Yosemite.

Should have checked in.

I'm okay.

Probably should have stayed
in Yosemite. Shit's hit the fan, brother.

Lobo tried to take Tara this morning.

Jesus Christ.
Come on.

What the hell happened?

Your VP happened.

This is bad, man.

What's the fallout?

Your guys crushed
her goddamn hand.

That's the fallout.

Jax is on fire.

Thinks the Lobos did it.
That's why I got the escorts.

Good.

Good?

Shit, it's a goddamn disaster.

Paid 25K for a clean job.

Here's your refund.

We'll take care of the hit personally.

No more middle man.

Nah, forget it.

I can't do that.

She's still a threat.
Has to be taken care of.

Jax is never going
to leave her side, man.

No, no, it's too risky.

It's more risky letting her
undermine this operation.

It has to be handled. Soon.

We need to give Jax
a few Lobos.

Satisfy his need for revenge.

Understood. We'll be in touch.

How bad?

Bones set easily. No issue there.

The nerve damage was severe.

God.

What does that mean?

It means I won't have
full use of my hand.

Is that permanent?
We don't know yet.

Then you do more surgeries
and fix it.

Yes, we'll try. We're going to consult
with Lane and Delafield out of Cedars.

They're the best hand surgeons
in the country.

Okay, thank you.

Oh, God.

What's the matter?

Change your mind?

Get a refund
because they didn't kill her?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

You promised me.

You looked me in the eye and you
promised me you wouldn't hurt Tara.

You're insane.

I had nothing to do
with what happened.

You took money out of that safe
this morning.

Hours later,
somebody goes after Tara.

She'd probably be dead
if Jax wasn't with her!

You need to stop, right now!

You didn't know that Jax was going
to be with her, did you? Or the boys.

Jesus Christ,
those babies could have been hurt.

Enough!

Maybe Jax needs to know that truth.

You stay away from me,
you son of a bitch.

You stay away from my family.

Or what?
You're going to kill me, Gemma? Huh?

Like you did the first husband?

You killed John.
No. Baby, you killed him.

You played me for a chump, and I was.

I was no match for that tight pussy
and that broken, angry heart.

Yeah, maybe Jax needs
to read some of that truth.

Get away from me!

You piece of shit!
You goddamn stay away from me!

Hey, do you wanna say
good night to Abel?

Just tell him Mommy's sleeping.

Thank you, Elyda.

Tell me what I can do for you.

Nothing.

Please, get mad at me, Tara.

Scream at me or something.

I know this is all my fault.

No.

It's not, Jax.

This had to happen.

What are you talking about?

Fate.

We're supposed
to be together, right?

But you can't leave here.

I am leaving here.

With you.

No.

The club won't let you.

Gemma won't let you.

Charming won't let you.

Come on.

Babe, that's just the drugs talking.

You should get some sleep.

The only way I can be with you
is if I lose my way out.

I lost that today, baby.
No.

I have a dead hand.

No one will want me now. No one...

I'll never save another life again.

I'll never fix a tiny heart.

Hey, come on. Don't do this.
It's okay.

Because now we can be together,
you, me, Gemma.

Here in beautiful Charming.

Happy family.

Maybe I should smash my other hand.

That way I can just stay at home.

Be a mom, raise our babies.
Tara, stop. Don't...

Don't do that.

You should leave now.

Okay, I'm sorry.
I can't see you.

Anyone. Please just go.

Go!

Hey. I heard about Tara.

Not now, bro.

Yeah. Okay.

Oh, Christ.

I see you found your lost friend.

Aye. No thanks to you.

Give me a minute?
Back off.

It's cool. I'll be right there.

Yeah?
Yeah.

Yeah?

What do you want?

I want to apologize.

I'm getting tossed around by
this DA just as much as you are.

The way I've conducted myself...

I'm sorry.

Little late for that now.

I know. It doesn't mean that I can't
man up and tell you I was wrong.

Yeah, okay.

I know what happened to Tara.

If you need anything,
you let me know, okay?

Thanks.

Oh, hey, brother. How you doing? Huh?

Yo, how's Tara?

She's okay. She's resting.

- How you doing?
- I'm all right. Where's Clay?

He went home.
Said he's gonna check in later.

He met with Romeo.

They're gonna find
the Lobos who did it.

Good. Where were you?

I had to think.

Yeah. I get it.

Hey, thanks for being here.

Come on. Absolutely, brother.
Come on.

I'm gonna hang. I'm gonna stay with Tara,
but you guys should head back.

We'll leave the prospects.

Need anything?
I'm good.

Ope.

Talk to you a minute?
Yeah.

What's up, brother?

I've been lying to you, Ope.

That deal I made with Clay
about the cartel.

It was to get me out too.

What do you mean?

I'm leaving Samcro, Ope.

I was gonna jump when Clay retired,
but now...

I'm out when we get done
with this deal with the Irish.

After my five-year stretch,
I wanted out too.

I know.

You talked me into staying.

Yeah, I did.

I love you, Ope.

You're my best friend.

I need you in this club.

My family needs me more.

You were right, man.

I should have let you get out.

Donna would probably still be alive.

I'm so sorry, bro.

You gotta fix things with your wife.

Go talk to your old man.

You hold on to that shit, Ope.

Hello?
Checking in.

What the hell happened to you?

Your iron horse is running

- Gemma?
- It's open.

Take me outside now

Give me a bed

What's going on?

Whoa.

Oh, Jesus.

Holy shit, Gemma.

Clay did this.

Goddamn him.

Sit down.
Sit, hell.

Got to get you to the hospital.
No. No.

Nothing's broken.

Just sit.

Please.

Singin' again

I've got this future song

What do you need, sweetheart?
Just tell me what I can do.

Nothing else to do.

It's done, Wayne.

Clay can't be saved.

Got no wings to fly

Okay.

I'll point Piney's murder at him.

We'll put him away.
No.

He's not going down by law.

He's gonna die...

by the hand of a Son.

So now your bird's not singin'

Singin' again