Sons of Anarchy (2008–2014): Season 4, Episode 12 - Burnt and Purged Away - full transcript

SAMCRO negotiates with the Irish Kings to secure the future of the club.

Previously on Sons
of Anarchy...

POTTER: I promise, when we
take down the Irish at this

meet, we'll need to prosecute
the club members present, but

that's where it stops.

I will not use RICO to
dismantle the Sons.

GEMMA: You took money out
of that safe this morning.

Hours later somebody
goes after Tara.

(Tara screaming)

(man grunting)

(tires screeching)

You didn't know that Jax was
gonna be with her, did you?



CLAY: Enough!

GEMMA: You stay
away from my family.

(grunting)

UNSER: What's going on?

Holy shit, Gemma.

Clay did this?

TARA: What are
you doing here?

WENDY: I want to see my son.

TARA: I am the one who raised
him when you walked away.

WENDY: I know, but legally
I am still his mother.

(Tara screams)

POTTER: I'll need you to
document Robert Munson's

involvement in selling guns.

OTTO: I'll give
you a dozen crimes.



TIG: You know why
you're losing this club?

It's 'cause you shut those doors
and you lock all of us out.

Gem, this was Clay.

You're right, this
ain't the way it works.

OPIE: Oh, God.

Dad?

Oh, my God.

Shit.

What are you doing here?!

UNSER: Clay killed
your old man.

Gemma confronted
Clay about Piney.

He almost killed her.

Go see Gemma's face.

Clay has got to go, son.

(banging on door)

OPIE: It's Ope.

GEMMA: Morning, sweetheart.

GEMMA: I'm sure you
heard all about it.

I'm okay.

You want some coffee?

OPIE: No, thanks.

GEMMA: You looking for Clay?

OPIE: Yeah, I am.

GEMMA: He's staying
at the clubhouse.

OPIE: Why did he hurt you?

GEMMA: I'm tired, Ope.

It just happened.

OPIE: I want to know why.

GEMMA (sighs):
Heat with the club.

When that hits a boiling point

same time as... as family shit,
it's just a bad combination.

OPIE: What family shit?

GEMMA: Do not
take this on, Ope.

What happened between me and
Clay-- that's historic shit.

Been building a long time.

OPIE: So what happens now?

You and Clay?

GEMMA: I do what I always do.

I take care of my family.

CHIBS: Here we go, the kings.

CLAY: Welcome, gentlemen.

Gaalan, good to see you.

GAALAN: Good to
see you, too, Clay.

ROURKE: Clay, how are you?

(indistinct voices)

This is quaint,
nice and private.

CLAY: Owner's a friend.

Dummy corps protects everybody.

ROURKE: Even from the cartel?

CLAY: My guys are here 24-7.

Guns are safe.

JAX: Hey, sorry I'm late.

GAALAN: Guess you had
more pressing business.

JAX: Mother of my
son in the hospital.

BROGAN: Aye, we heard.

Sorry about your girl.

GAALAN: Unfortunate events
such as yours-- reason why this

cartel deal worries us.

We understood your need to shed

the Russians, and funneling our

small arms to the Mexicans was a

reasonable risk, but everything

that's happened since, not
very reasonable at all.

JAX: The bloodshed was
an internal cartel beef.

It's been handled.

GAALAN: Handled by the guns

we specifically told
you not to use.

CLAY: Those RPGs saved
my life, brother.

If Jax doesn't make that call,
we're not standing here right now.

GAALAN: If we weren't in bed
with those dirty wetbacks, we

wouldn't be standing
here either.

I'd be at home resting
comfortably.

So would your girl.

CLAY: Look, you trust
me, I trust Galindo.

Talking about a once-in-a-
lifetime opportunity here.

JAX: Romeo understands
the need for discretion.

ROURKE: Hard to be discreet

with RPGs,
50-cals, and sniper rifles.

CHIBS: Look, all these big guns
will be used south of the border.

None of this shite will
blow back on the cause.

GAALAN: I need assurances.

CLAY: We're gonna meet
with Romeo tomorrow.

He's gonna answer all your
questions, address all your

concerns, I promise.

GAALAN: Meet needs to
be on neutral ground.

Bring 'em a sample
of the weapons.

If it works out, bring 'em
back here, do the exchange.

CLAY: There's an Indian
reservation ten minutes from here.

Very private.

GAALAN: 3:00.

CLAY: Good.

(phones ringing)

GRAD: Hitting a wall getting

Lenny Janowitz his privileges.

POTTER: We may have to deal

directly with the
Department of Corrections.

Only way it happens quickly.

GRAD: That's a risk.

Warden knows, guards find out,

pretty soon inmates are passing
that from block to block.

Just got this text.

POTTER: We'll have
to take the risk.

Juan Carlos just locked down
our Irish-Cartel gun meet.

(knocking)

CHIBS: Yo, we're
heading out, Juicy.

BOBBY: Maybe we can get
out of this in one piece.

CHIBS: Yeah.

BOBBY: Yeah.

CHIBS: Shite's in the
rearview now, boys.

♪ 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 ♪

(door opens)

(door closes)

TARA: What happened to you?

GEMMA: Fell down some stairs.

TARA: Christ, Gemma.

GEMMA: How you feeling?

TARA: Like I
want more morphine.

GEMMA: - Yeah, speaking of junkies...
TARA: - Let's not.

GEMMA: What'd she say?

Required sedation, baby.

Had to be bad.

About Abel?

TARA: She wants to
get to know her son.

GEMMA: That's not
going to happen.

I set her straight.

TARA: It's not your business.

GEMMA: Yes, it is.

You got enough on your plate
right now, sweetheart.

I'm just trying to help.

TARA: Yeah, of
course you are.

Look what it's done to you.

GEMMA: Jax doesn't
need another problem.

You keep him clear of it.

TARA: Why?

You afraid it'll give us another
reason to run from Charming?

GEMMA: I'm afraid it's another
thing that will break his heart.

TARA: I can take
care of his heart.

GEMMA: Hi, baby, hi.

You connect with Ope?

He came by the house
this morning.

JAX: Was Piney with him?

GEMMA: No, why?

JAX: He went to the cabin
last night to bring him home.

GEMMA: Oh.

No, he was alone.

JAX: Okay.

- See you in a bit.
GEMMA: - Mm-hmm.

Find Opie for me.

PHIL: Yes, ma'am-- Gemma.

(Gemma sighs)

JAX: Any word on when
you're getting out?

TARA: I have an exit interview with
the shrink. If he thinks I'm... stable

enough, they'll release
me this afternoon.

JAX: You wanna tell
me what happened?

TARA: Wendy.

JAX: What are
you talking about?

TARA: Your ex-wife came by,
pushing to get back to Abel.

(Jax sighs)

JAX: Jesus Christ.

TARA: I lost it.

JAX: I didn't know she
was here, I'm sorry.

TARA: Those are my boys.

JAX: I know.

I promise, she will
not get near Abel.

TARA: Gemma didn't
want me to tell you.

She's afraid it'll
push us further away.

JAX: I will deal with my
ex-wife and my mother, okay?

(door opens and closes)

JAX: Call Rat.
Get him down here to watch Tara.

I need you to track
down my ex-wife.

PHIL: - Gemma wanted me to find...
JAX: - I don't give a shit

what Gemma wanted!

Her name is Wendy Case.

I want a 20 on her by
the end of the day.

PHIL: Yes, sir.

(Skeeter grunting)

UNSER: You just
gonna drag him?

SKEETER: You wanna lift him?

300 pounds of dead weight?

Tell Ope I'll burn
him after hours.

Crematorium closes at 6:00.

He can come by
anytime after that.

UNSER: Yeah, okay.

JAX: Where you going?

JUICE: Weed shop.

You need anything?

JAX: No, I'm good.

Don't carry.

JUICE: I know.

I'll see ya later.

JAX: See ya later.

CLAY: How's Tara?

JAX: Better.

CLAY: When's she getting out?

JAX: Not sure. Let's talk.

JAX: After this deal goes
down tomorrow, we put a ticking

clock on the blow.

Tell Romeo we'll still run his
guns, but he's gotta find

someone else to mule.

We'll blame it on the Irish.

Tell Galindo they're gonna bail
if we keep trucking powder.

CLAY: It's too soon
to push for that.

JAX: No, it's too late.

We're gonna make more in the
next two shipments than we

normally make in two years.

I'm taking my piece and I'm out.

You were right.

Ope ain't ready to lead.

When you step down, gavel
should go to Bobby.

Chibs is your VP.

If Tig ain't gonna carry
it, I think the Sergeant's

patch should go to Happy.

BOBBY: You really
gonna do this?

JAX: I love this club, Bobby,
but I love my family more.

I gotta put some distance
between the two.

Look, we gotta close this deal
before I tell the rest of the club.

I don't want my
exit pulling focus.

CHIBS: Gaalan.

What's going on?

JAX: Just sorting
out the day.

BOBBY: Otto reached out.

I'm gonna head up to Stockton.

CHIBS: Good.
Let him know we cleaned up Georgie.

Put Luann to rest.

BOBBY: Yeah.
I'm sure he'll be glad to know it's done.

CLAY: All right,
we'll be there.

Gaalan needs some backup.

I gotta connect with Romeo.

JAX: All right, I got it.

Take Chibs with me,
translate the Catholic.

CLAY: Take Tig and Happy
with you, just in case.

JACOB: New investors are in place,
geologicals have been approved.

We present to City
Council tomorrow night.

ROOSEVELT: Congratulations.

I know how important
Charming Heights is to you.

JACOB: It could not have
happened without your help.

I'd like you to be there.

I'm sure the council will have
questions about law enforcement;

how they can handle policing
a larger community.

POTTER: Sorry.

You look engaged.

ROOSEVELT: I'll be there.

JACOB: Thank you.

Mr. Potter.

POTTER: Mr. Mayor.

Big doings?

ROOSEVELT: City Council
meeting is tomorrow night.

Pushes through the construction
of Charming Heights.

POTTER: Really?

Hale found his investors.

ROOSEVELT: I guess he did.

So what do you need?

POTTER: Cooperation.

The, uh, RICO sting is
happening tomorrow afternoon.

Wahewa Reservation.

I've already secured State
Police, but I could use some

local backup as well.

ROOSEVELT: Yeah, so
Juice came through?

POTTER: Yes.

You seem disappointed.

ROOSEVELT: We'll be there.

POTTER: Good.

I couldn't have done this
without your help, you know.

ROOSEVELT: Yeah, well, you
know, I'm all about the help.

POTTER: Where might I find
the City Clerk's office?

Would like to get the details on
Mayor Quimby's housing proposal.

ROOSEVELT: Town Hall.

Commonwealth.

Why?

POTTER: I'm the most
curious of fellows.

CLAY: Irish have concerns.

They're afraid that blood and headlines
are gonna stain their cause.

ROMEO: I find that big stacks
of cash have a very tranquil

effect on people.

CLAY: Yeah, well, gonna
need a little diplomacy, too.

LUIS: We're very persuasive.

CLAY: Yeah, I noticed.

ROMEO: Where are we
with the doctor problem?

CLAY: Irish got
wind of that, too.

We gotta be careful here, man.

This can't look like more
Mexican retaliation.

You should let me handle this.

ROMEO: You're too close.

Let us know when she's released.

We'll finish it.

Make it look like an accident.

SANTO: No mistakes this time.

CLAY: Yeah.

I'll let you know.

GEMMA: Where the hell is he?

UNSER: Turns out
he wasn't dead.

Got up and walked away.

GEMMA: I'm not
laughing, Wayne.

What happened with Ope?

UNSER: I knew he
was coming here.

I followed him.

GEMMA: Why?

UNSER: Wasn't really
sure until I got here.

Saw the pain in the boy's face.

GEMMA: What did you tell him?

UNSER: Clay
killed his old man.

GEMMA: What?

UNSER: I mean, I didn't,
I didn't tell him why!

There's enough bad
blood for motive.

GEMMA: After Donna,
he'll kill Clay.

UNSER: My intent, Gemma.

GEMMA: Where's Ope now?

UNSER: I'm not sure.

Skeeter's burning Piney's body
after the crematorium closes.

Ope'll be there to say good-bye.

GEMMA: You go to Ope.

You tell him you made a mistake.

Stop him from killing Clay.

You understand me?

UNSER: What are
you doing, Gemma?

GEMMA: I am protecting what it
took me 20 goddamn years to build.

That's what I'm doing.

GRAD: Mr. Ortiz.

JUICE: What the hell is this?

GRAD: We need
some bud advice.

Get in.

BOBBY: Here?

Why... why am I here?

Otto was supposed to be here.

- Where is he?
- Sit down.

JAX: Anything we
need to know here?

GAALAN: Our American colleagues
have put profit before protocol.

We're just here to
enforce decency.

JAX: And we're
the enforcement?

GAALAN: Stay close
and look tough.

Should be all we need.

Understand?

Wait here.

CHIBS: What the
hell is this place?

JAX: Gonna look around.

Hey, what are you doing here?

JAX: I'm with Gaalan.

Are you okay?

Get downstairs now.

JAX: I'm not talking to you.

(babies fussing)

(whimpering)

(tinkly piano notes playing)

(door opens and shuts)

TIG: That ain't good.

(babies crying)

CHIBS: Jesus Christ.

What the hell is this, Jackie?

JAX: It's another
goddamn baby factory.

TIG: What?

Hey, who the hell are you?

JAX: No.

No guns, bro.

Too many kids.

(Chibs yells)

(grunting and groaning)

(babies crying)

GAALAN: Mother of Christ.

JAX: Yeah, well, you didn't
tell us we'd be strong-arming

the U.S. half of your
black market baby ring.

GAALAN: Catholic placement
for unwanted children.

JAX: Call it whatever
the hell you want.

You're selling babies for cash.

CLAY: Easy.

This ain't our business.

TIG: Jax, it's Phil.

Says it's important.

JAX: Yeah.

CLAY: Sorry this went down.

He almost lost his son
to your Belfast house.

Long story.

Kellan, keeping some
twisted promise to JT.

GAALAN: I didn't know.

CLAY: You can understand
why this pushes his buttons.

GAALAN: Aye, but that boy's
got too many buttons, Clay.

Fistfights, RPGs.

He's hotheaded and unstable.

Throw him into the mix with
Mexicans, I have no faith it

doesn't turn bloody.

CLAY: I hear that.

I'll keep him off
this cartel thing.

You'll only have
to deal with me.

I promise.

Anything I can do for you here?

GAALAN: American
Irish, greedy bastards.

Offering children to
the highest bidder.

Some of them to
Protestant families.

Brawl scared the
piss out of them.

We're on the same page now.

CLAY: You see
what I did here?

I made it all work, huh?

GAALAN: Don't push it, Clay.

See you at the meet tomorrow.

JAX: They should
have told us.

CLAY: You're right.

Just stay clear of these guys.

JAX: Not a problem.

CLAY: You going to see Tara?

JAX: Later.

I got to bounce someone's
head off 12 steps.

POTTER: Lenny gets full visitation,
two more yard days a week.

Warden signed off.

OTTO: Yeah.

POTTER: Need your signature,
verifying everything you told

us about your illegal activities
with the Sons of Anarchy is, uh,

accurate and true.

(sighs)

POTTER: Thank you, Otto.

OTTO: When do
I talk to Bobby?

POTTER: He's
waiting patiently.

Let me, uh, process these, and
you'll get your face-to-face.

Hopefully, this will give you
a little closure as well.

OTTO: Yeah.

I'm completely at peace.

WENDY: You have
my phone number.

If you need me, call me anytime.

- Okay? You're doing great.
- I will. Thank you so much.

Hey.

What are you doing here?

JAX: Shouldn't I
be asking you that?

WENDY: I don't want
any trouble, Jax.

I went to see Tara first out
of respect for everything that

she's done for Abel.

JAX: You have no idea
what she has done for Abel.

What we've been through.

WENDY: No.

I don't.

JAX: You have no right
to come back now, Wendy.

Abel doesn't even
know who you are.

Telling him, it
just confuses shit.

WENDY: It's not my fault that you
didn't tell him the truth, Jax.

JAX: What was I
supposed to tell him?

That his mom was a meth
addict that bailed on him?

WENDY: Well, yeah.

It's the truth.

He should know it.

Secrets ruin kids, Jax.

JAX: Stay away.

Okay?

From Tara.

From my kid.

WENDY: Or what?

What... what, are you going to
break my arm, punch my face in?

JAX: I had nothing
to do with that.

WENDY: Oh, really?

Nothing?

You are a felon on release.

And as frightening as this
notion may be, I'm probably

the most stable adult
in Abel's life.

Block me out, and I
will pursue custody.

JAX: And you really think they're
going to hand him over to a junkie?

WENDY: Ex-junkie, who
turned her life around.

Judges love a good
comeback story.

I ain't going anywhere.

JAX: It's okay.

I am.

CLAY: Hey.

Go grab a snack.

You look famished.

I'll stay with Tara.

PHIL: Cool, man.

You need anything?

CLAY: I'm good.

(cell phone ringing)

GEMMA: Where you going?

PHIL: Grab a soda.

Clay's with Tara.

GEMMA: He's alone with her?

PHIL: Yeah.

(monitor beeping)

(Tara gasps)

TARA: Where's Jax?

CLAY: He's finishing
up some things.

Wanted me to come by.

Check up on you.

TARA (sighs): Thanks.

CLAY: Sure.

We gotta get you better.

Ready to go.

You and Jax got yourself a plan.

Put all this violence behind.

It's a smart move.

I'd hate to see something
get in the way of that.

TARA: Really?

CLAY: You know, I could
make sure this plan happens.

Push some doors wide open.

See that nobody
gets in your way.

TARA: Even Gemma?

CLAY: I'll stop her.

She won't run at you.

TARA: Yeah, I saw how
you slowed her down.

CLAY: There's only one thing
that could get in the way of

that escape dream.

Those letters.

TARA: How do you
know about them?

Gemma?

CLAY: She thought you were
going to show them to Jax.

Create a shit-storm.

But you're a smart girl, Tara.

You know what happens if
Jax reads those letters.

It's the reason why he
doesn't have them already.

Complicates your departure.

You need to give me
the letters, Tara.

TARA: If you're so sure I'm
not going to give them to Jax,

why do you need them?

CLAY: Peace of mind.

I want to be able
to sleep at night.

You can understand that.

You give me the letters,
I destroy them...

You and Jax leave with the boys.

Everybody's happy.

And safe.

TARA: And if I don't
give them to you?

CLAY: I'm not sure you and Jax
ever make it out of Charming.

CLAY: She's fine.

GEMMA: Clay.

Opie found Piney.

He's certain you're the
one who killed him.

CLAY: How?

GEMMA: Doesn't matter.

Cold-bloodedness
of how Piney went.

History of you killing Donna.

I'd watch your back.

Opie'll want a settled score.

I love you, Clay.

GEMMA: Here.

I got it.

TARA: Thanks.

GEMMA: Doc said you could go?

TARA: Yep.

GEMMA: That's good.

What did Clay want?

TARA: He wants the letters.

You didn't tell me he knew.

Is... is that why this happened?

GEMMA: Found that cover note.

I panicked.

Had to tell someone.

JAX: Hey.

They release you?

TARA: Yeah.

GEMMA: I'll let
you get dressed.

JAX: You need to hear this.

I talked to Wendy.

Did you really think I
wasn't going to find out?

GEMMA: The last thing you
need to worry about is what that

ex-junkie wants.

JAX: I don't give a
shit what anybody wants.

Including you.

We're going.

Tara has an offer from
a hospital in Oregon.

Day after tomorrow, we're
packing up our boys.

And we're getting
out of Charming.

(phone rings)

I'll take you home. Okay?

You can split.

TARA: Sorry.

GEMMA: You have no idea...
what I've done... to protect you and Jax.

TARA: Protect us from what?

I just wanted him
to know the truth.

GEMMA: Is that what
you want, sweetheart?

Truth?

'Cause I got buckets of it.

I can drown you in truth.

Hey.

Sorry.

Jax had to split.

Told me to take Tara home.

TARA & GEMMA:
Where did he go?

PHIL: Didn't say.

(Gemma sighs)

TIG: Oh, shit.

Yeah, that's great.

Work it out, baby.

Right there, right
in the middle.

CLAY: Where is everybody?

TIG: Chibs and Hap went home.

Haven't seen Bobby or Juice.

I think Jax finally tracked down Ope...
and Miles and Kozik are dead.

CLAY: Thanks for the update.

You hanging out?

TIG: Till I'm done
with the massage. Why?

CLAY: Ah... I got a vibe
from my meet with the Mexicans.

Felt wrong.

TIG: Wrong how?

CLAY: Wrong like, uh...
I may need another guy with a gun.

TIG: Rat's in the garage.

I'm sure Jax'll be back soon.

CLAY: Yeah.

He will.

BOBBY: Hey.

What's going on, Otto?

OTTO: Read it.

Out loud.

BOBBY: "March 1997.

Broke Giordano's
collarbone, two ribs.

Month in the hole.

Five months added.

August 1999.

Shivved Winter Holder
for being a rat.

Two years added."

- What...
OTTO: - Keep reading.

BOBBY: "December 2001, tried
to broker a deal with GN.

Went south, left eye slashed..."

Why am I reading this, Otto?

OTTO: It's my list, brother.

It's all the things I've
done for the club inside.

Including the thing
that got me life.

The thing that got me death.

And... I only asked for one
thing from Sam Crow...

Take care of Luann.

BOBBY: I know,
and we did, Otto.

I promise.

OTTO: No.

You didn't.

And now you're gonna feel that.

BOBBY: What are
you talking about?

BOBBY: Otto, what did you do?

OFFICER: Come on, let's go.

BOBBY: - Otto...
OFFICER: - No, no.

Come on, let's go.

BOBBY: Otto...
What did you do?!

You... You ratted?!

You ratted?!

You ratted, you
stupid little rat!

You're gonna burn!

You... son of a bitch!

You...

God! Son of a bitch!
You'll burn!

Time for you to start
a list, Bobby.

OPIE: Thanks for
handling this.

UNSER: Sure.

No problem.

I need to talk to you
about something.

OPIE: Not really in the
mood to talk right now.

(door opens)

JAX: Oh, my God.

What happened?

OPIE: I found
him at the cabin.

Shotgun to the chest.

JAX: Jesus Christ.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

OPIE: Yeah.

JAX: You think it
was the Mexicans?

OPIE: I'll fill you in.

I just wanted to say good-bye.

I know that he'd want you here.

JAX: Yeah, okay.

JAX: You want to tell
me what happened to Piney?

OPIE: You should know.

You're Clay's boy.

JAX: What are
you talking about?

OPIE: Clay killed my old man!

JAX: No.

No, Ope.

OPIE: Yes!

He killed my wife,
now my father.

Did you know?

Did you know?!

JAX: No, Op!

Of course not!

Bro, if Clay did this,
it is a club issue.

Let's take it to the table,
let everyone know.

OPIE: What table?

You're out.

Remember?

(air hissing)

JAX: Shit.

Keys!

(ignition sputtering)

UNSER: Starter's
kind of shot.

JAX: Jesus Christ.

UNSER: - Whoa.
SKEETER: - Was that a gunshot?

JAX: - Hey! Is that yours?
SKEETER: - Yeah.

JAX: - I need it.
SKEETER: - For what?

JAX: Now!

UNSER: Give him the goddamn
keys before we both end up in

the back of it!

♪ ♪

(tires screeching)

(horns honking)

JAX: Shit!

(ignition sputtering)

Hey! I need your help, bro.

(man grunts)

(door slams)

♪ ♪

(motorcycle approaching)

(motorcycle engine stops)

(panting)

OPIE: Don't.

Sit.

You're gonna die at the gavel.

CLAY: I get to
say anything here?

OPIE: My old man get to say
anything before you blew a hole

in his chest?!

Sit down!

CLAY: Somebody's
been lying to you, Op.

OPIE: Having Donna
killed-- that a lie?!

CLAY: Jesus Christ,
that's history, man.

Stahl bending the truth.

That score is settled!

OPIE: No, it's not!

You sit down!

Sit down.

JAX: Op!

Put it down.

Please, Op.

Don't make me kill you.

(grunts)