Sons of Anarchy (2008–2014): Season 4, Episode 14 - To Be, Act 2 - full transcript
Jax must overcome great obstacles as he attempts to finalize the gun deal between the Irish and the cartel.
Previously on Sons
of Anarchy...
GEORGIE: Wait, I got money!
I got Asian backing.
Billionaire sex freaks.
CLAY: They looking for
any other investments?
GEORGIE: All the time.
OSWALD: Hale's
investors came together.
Charming Heights is a go.
ROOSEVELT: City Council
hearing is tomorrow night.
Pushes through the construction
of Charming Heights.
POTTER: Hale found
his investors.
OPIE: Oh, God.
Dad?
Oh, my God.
What are you doing here?!
UNSER: Clay killed
your old man.
JAX: You want to tell me
what happened to Piney?
OPIE: Clay killed my old man.
Did you know?!
JAX: No, Ope!
OPIE: You're going to die.
JAX: Ope!
Don't make me kill you.
(grunting and groaning)
JAX: Oh, shit.
UNSER: Christ!
JAX: Call an ambulance!
We're prepping him for surgery.
GEMMA: Just keep him alive.
Clay will keep on hurting
everyone that gets in his path.
Where are the letters, Tara?
I'll give them to Clay.
We put this to bed.
This may be the only way
we get out of this alive.
TARA: They're in
the storage unit.
JAX: I know Clay and Piney
were beefing over
this cartel shit.
GEMMA: Wasn't over the
cartel-- it was over these.
They're letters
from your father.
Clay Morrow killed your father.
Stole that seat away from this
family, gunned down your
father's best friend.
He tried to kill your wife.
He's a murderous traitor.
You take your place at the head
of this table where you belong.
You kill Clay.
TARA: And this
is how you do it.
It's a blood thinner.
He'll bleed into his
lungs and drown.
You kill him, and then you come
and get me and our boys and
drive us out of this
poisonous town.
GEMMA: What are you doing?
TARA: Everything
you taught me.
He's mine.
GAALAN: Well, you know how
the cartel does business.
They're heathens.
CLAY: Don't like what you
hear, take your big
guns and go home.
GAALAN: And you'll
be at that sit-down?
CLAY: Absolutely.
I'm your guy, Gaalan.
POTTER: Juan Carlos just locked
down our Irish-cartel gun meet.
JAX: We got a member
inside who may have flipped.
Otto Delaney.
LUIS: Does Otto
know about us?
JAX: No, but it means the
Feds could be circling us.
ROMEO: I'm not sure who he
was talking to, but he
never sold out your club.
JAX: You sure?
ROMEO: Trust me.
I'll see you at 3:00.
JAX: Yeah, we're a go.
(garbled radio transmission)
POTTER: In the last 16
months, this case has taken
98,000 man-hours in four
different countries.
Recently, it claimed the life
of our colleague, FBI
Agent Ronald Worski.
Now, our sacrifices and hard
work allow us this moment--
an opportunity to bring three
violent and criminal
organizations to justice.
Ladies and gentlemen, we are
clear to execute all warrants.
(hollering)
And whatever or whomever
you believe in...
may it grant you
safety and speed.
(motorcycle engines humming)
MEDINA: We're out.
He covered it.
LUIS: That's good.
ROMEO: I talked to Teller.
MC's on board.
Irish will be there.
LUIS: Transport's all set.
MEDINA: All right. Let's go.
We don't want to be late.
(engine starts)
What's up?
HAPPY: Got one of each big
gun in the back of the van.
JAX: Okay, good.
Take a walk, all right?
Make sure none of the
Wahewa are around.
HAPPY: Got it.
POTTER: Tell Casey
to pull back.
Make sure they don't spot him.
ROOSEVELT: Where's
the rest of them?
POTTER: Jax is early.
They'll show.
GRAD: Oh, my God.
GRAD: Shit!
ROOSEVELT: What the hell
are they doing here?
Alphonse Medina, Operative supervisor,
Central Intelligence Agency.
Are you Lincoln Potter? AUSA?
POTTER: Let me guess.
You recruited Señor Parada and
Torres from Grupo Aeromovil.
MEDINA: Can we
talk in private?
POTTER: No.
If the three amigos have something
to say, say it to my team.
ROMEO: Yes, we've been
working with the CIA.
LUIS: NCS. Inside Sonora.
ROOSEVELT: So what
does this mean for RICO?
POTTER: It means our
government is backing one cartel
to overthrow the others.
'Cause if you control the drugs...
you control the politics.
MEDINA: It's how we
stabilize an important ally.
POTTER: Oh, yes, that, too.
MEDINA: We're shutting
down your RICO operation.
ROOSEVELT: Jesus Christ.
ROMEO: This deal with the Sons
of the Irish has to go through.
MEDINA: It's all right there.
Justice Department
has signed off.
You better brief your team.
They're gonna need to turn over
all their files and contacts.
(indistinct radio transmission)
♪ 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 ♪
Sync and corrections by n17t01
CHIBS: Jackie.
JAX: Gaalan, good to see you.
GAALAN: Where's Clay?
JAX: Something
went down last night.
Clay got shot.
GAALAN: What happened?
JAX: We're not sure yet.
They hit him at the garage.
Had nothing to do with this.
CHIBS: There's been a problem
brewing in Oakland; white thing.
GAALAN: Is he gonna live?
JAX: Yeah. Yeah, he pulled
through the worst of it.
This is Romeo Parada.
ROMEO: Mr. O'Shay.
Pleasure to meet you.
My associate, Luis Torres.
LUIS: Heard a lot
about you, sir.
GAALAN: When will Clay
be back on his feet?
JAX: It's hard
to say right now.
We're up to speed on
schedules and routes.
I'll be able to talk you
through everything.
GAALAN: No, you won't.
I made it very clear to Clay, the only way
this deal happens is if he's running it.
JAX: Gaalan, we run
things as a club.
We can make this
work without Clay.
GAALAN (chuckles): It's not
just about making it work.
It's about trust.
I have little in you,
and less in them.
When Clay is back at the table,
we can discuss the deal.
Until then, there is none.
JAX: Gaalan!
CHIBS: Jackie, leave it.
You'll make it worse.
These stubborn bastards
won't hear you.
ROMEO: We have to talk.
JAX: Yeah.
POTTER: Goes down as
quickly as it goes up.
ROOSEVELT: So that's it, huh?
They just let the MC's
continue to run drugs
and sell weapons to
the goddamn cartel.
POTTER: For the greater good.
ROOSEVELT: What about
the smaller good?
They are doing this
shit in my county.
What is this for?
POTTER: I thought you might
want to be the one to release him.
I had the DEA raid
his weed shop,
tell the workers that they
picked up the owners.
Gives him a cover story
for the last 24 hours.
I've stricken Juice's colored
past from the record.
He's... he's free and clear.
ROOSEVELT: Why
would you do that?
POTTER: Because.
The bad guys won today, Sheriff.
And they may not know it yet,
but Juice and the MC are on
the losing end, just like us.
I have tremendous
respect for you, Eli.
ROOSEVELT: You're a
really odd dude, man.
You know that's really
hard to get past, right?
POTTER: I do.
But it serves a purpose.
I don't really like
people all that much.
(chuckles softly)
Be well, sir.
ROOSEVELT: Yeah.
You, too.
(car door opens)
(door closes)
(engine starts)
JAX: Look, I'm sorry.
We really had thought
we could pull this off.
The truth is we're
in over our heads.
I know Clay thought we could
make this work, but we can't.
We're not drug mulers,
big arms dealers.
We're small-time, man.
We can't do this anymore.
ROMEO: I'm afraid we're at
cross purposes, Mr. Teller.
JAX: Oh, shit.
LUIS: Otto Delaney
did sell you out.
U.S. Attorney was gonna
crush this meet with RICO.
We stopped them because we need
this relationship to continue.
ROMEO: CIA is
subsidizing Galindo.
We need the money from the coke
and the Irish guns to do that.
JAX: You just heard O'Shay.
He won't deal with me.
ROMEO: Then you better make
sure Clay gets well... soon.
Because if you don't, we
give RICO the green light.
JAX: Do the Feds
have Bobby and Juice?
LUIS: Just Munson.
That's who Delaney gave
up to establish history.
U.S. Attorney has more
than enough to indict.
ROMEO: When things are running
smoothly with the Irish,
I'll do my best to get Munson
clear of all the charges.
JAX: Look, whoever replaces
Clay might not want this.
SAMCRO could vote
the cartel down.
ROMEO: It's not gonna happen
because you will be taking the reins.
LUIS: And all this
stays between us.
If anyone else finds out, the club,
your family, we'll crush your MC.
JAX: Did you know that
Clay wanted my old lady dead?
Were you the ones he hired?
ROMEO: He thought she knew
too much about our business.
We wouldn't have hurt her.
JAX: You did hurt her.
LUIS: We were going to debrief her,
keep her in protective custody.
ROMEO: I'm sorry
for what happened.
But we've gotta ask,
is she a threat?
JAX: No.
ROMEO: Then why did
Clay want her dead?
JAX: It's a family problem.
ROMEO: What you're thinking, what
you're feeling... bury it, son.
Because if Clay goes away, so
do you and all your brothers.
LUIS: We'll be in touch.
(birds chirping)
JAX: I'm sorry.
(door opens)
(television plays indistinctly)
(door clangs shut)
(broadcast stops)
JUICE: Shit.
How many guys did they arrest?
ROOSEVELT: None.
It didn't happen.
RICO's gone away for now.
They'll be cutting you loose.
JUICE: What the
hell does that mean?
ROOSEVELT: Means the U.S. Attorney
doesn't have any leverage on you.
The intel on your
daddy's been purged.
That is the only proof.
Thought I'd give you the
satisfaction of tearing it up.
JUICE: Why you doing this?
ROOSEVELT: You're a
criminal, you do bad shit.
I'm a cop, I stop you.
I just wanna get back to that.
JUICE: Yeah, okay.
JACOB: My office has sent
over the outstanding paperwork
and the permits required by
the city for your review.
WESTMORELAND: Thank you, Mr. Mayor.
We will now proceed with C50710.
This is the ordinance to allow
the property associated with the
- 99 on-ramp to...
POTTER: - Sorry, Your Excellence.
Lincoln Potter, Assistant U.S.
Attorney, San Joaquin County.
WESTMORELAND: What is
this about, Mr. Potter?
We're in the middle
of a council meeting.
POTTER: Moral
bankruptcy, sir.
Jacob Hale has scraped the
bottom of the barrel to fund
Charming Heights, and he's dumping
the sludge in your backyard.
JACOB: Jesus Christ!
What the hell is this?
POTTER: The Tokyo Fund, as
it's called in the Mayor's proposal,
is actually a single investor,
the Natsuki Family, the
largest manufacturer of sex
dolls and hardcore sex
paraphernalia in the world.
Including the sumyoung boy line
for the discerning pedophile.
JACOB: Oh, come on!
Peter, this is bullshit.
- He has no right...
WESTMORELAND: - Jacob!
Let him finish.
POTTER: As a public servant
of this district, I felt the
good people of Charming
needed to know the truth.
It's all there.
Feel free to review and...
explore.
Have a good day.
JACOB: Why are
you doing this?
POTTER: Because
I don't like you.
And the good guys need a win.
(sportscast plays indistinctly)
(monitor beeping)
TIG: Hey, pal.
What did Romeo want?
JAX: I'll fill everyone in.
Chapel, 8:00.
TIG: Okay.
JAX: How's he doing?
TIG: He's in and out.
JAX: Give me a
minute with him.
TIG: Okay.
(turns the TV off)
I'll call the guys,
tell them about church.
(monitor beeping)
(Jax sighs)
(beeping continues)
(Clay breathes loudly)
CLAY: Son.
(panting)
(panting continues)
(panting continues)
(monitor beeping)
CLAY: What are you...?
JAX: I read the letters.
I know you killed my father.
(Clay groans)
JAX: Piney.
You tried to kill Tara.
CLAY: Please.
- Son...
JAX: - Don't... call me that.
The only reason I am not slicing
you open right now is 'cause
I need this cartel deal to happen.
And those prick Irishmen
won't deal with anyone else.
CLAY: - You gotta let me tell you...
JAX: - No.
You're done telling me anything.
Now I tell you.
You're stepping
down as president.
You can sit at the table.
You can have a vote.
But that's it.
You keep the Irish happy, and
you stay out of my goddamn way.
If you don't, I'll let the
club read the letters.
(Clay grunts)
JAX: And I let Opie tell
everyone you murdered his old man.
CLAY: Who gave
you the letters?
JAX: Doesn't matter.
CLAY: Gemma?
JAX: You stay away
from Tara and my mother.
CLAY: - This is a mistake...
JAX: - Do... you... understand?
CLAY: Ah... (Clay groans)
Yeah.
(grunts)
CLAY: You may
as well kill me.
(Jax laughs)
JAX: You're already dead.
(sighs)
GEMMA: You can't
leave me, Jackson.
JAX: I'm not going anywhere.
Don't worry.
He won't hurt you again.
(monitor beeping)
RITA: And then he dumped a
duffle bag full of sex toys.
ROOSEVELT: And he just
dropped them off and left?
RITA: Yeah.
Like a freaky messenger.
(Roosevelt chuckles)
They called a
recess on the vote.
(knocking at door)
ROOSEVELT: Yeah.
CANE: Sorry, LT, but this
just came in from Oakland.
It was a hit and run.
ROOSEVELT: Then why
is it hitting my desk?
CANE: Victim was Laroy
Wayne's girlfriend.
Niners were seen pursuing a
guy on a motorcycle, and Gang
Taskforce thinks it might have
something to do with the Sons.
ROOSEVELT: Oh, shit.
Is this right?
The victim was Veronica Pope?
CANE: Yeah.
RITA: Who's Veronica Pope?
ROOSEVELT: Damon
Pope's daughter.
Very serious player.
Currently the most dangerous
gangster in Oaktown.
(motorcycle engine revving)
JAX: How's the wrist?
OPIE: It's fine, considering
a bullet just went through it.
JAX: Yeah.
Thanks for coming by.
OPIE: You find anything out?
JAX: Yeah.
Few things.
You were right.
Clay killed your old man.
OPIE: Shit.
You should have
let me finish it.
JAX: We can't kill him, Ope.
Gaalan won't deal with me.
We need to keep Clay alive
to handle this cartel thing.
OPIE: We don't need Galindo.
JAX: If I kill this Mexican
alliance, the whole club suffers.
OPIE: What are you
talking about, man?
JAX: I'm staying.
I'm taking the gavel.
I need you at my left.
Be my VP.
OPIE: And how does that
work with Clay still around?
JAX: Clay stepped down.
It's our club now.
OPIE: I... I don't get it.
Why are you staying?
What the hell happened today?
JAX: I need you to trust me.
OPIE: Give me a reason.
JAX: I'll tell
you everything.
And the club.
I just got to do it
at the right time.
OPIE: In my book,
that's lying.
JAX: We got
church in an hour.
I want you there.
(door creaks open)
(door closes)
(Thomas cooing)
JAX: The CIA is behind
this Irish-cartel hookup.
They've been playing us.
If I kill Clay,
the Irish walk away,
the deal falls apart,
and the Feds take us all down.
TARA: Oh, my God.
JAX: I'm not supposed to tell anyone,
Tara, but I can't have any more secrets.
TARA: Okay, baby.
You have to stay.
(sighs)
JAX: Walking away from my club
is one thing, but letting it die...
I can't.
It's part of me.
I'm so sorry.
I know you have to go.
Take our boys, go to Oregon.
I'll send you all
the money you need.
(Jax sobbing)
I love you so much.
♪ ♪
(Thomas coos)
TARA (sobbing): He's mine.
♪ ♪
(monitor beeping)
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
JAX: No, Tig.
You're there, brother.
You good with that?
CHIBS: Absolutely.
JAX: Sit down.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
You all straightened out?
JUICE: Yeah.
I'm good.
JAX: Okay.
(Jax sighs)
CHIBS: Ope coming?
JAX: What time is it?
HAPPY: 8:03.
♪ ♪
(door opens)
TARA: I'm sorry.
JAX: It's okay.
TARA: I'm not going anywhere.
I'm here, baby, I'm here.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
Sync and corrections by n17t01
of Anarchy...
GEORGIE: Wait, I got money!
I got Asian backing.
Billionaire sex freaks.
CLAY: They looking for
any other investments?
GEORGIE: All the time.
OSWALD: Hale's
investors came together.
Charming Heights is a go.
ROOSEVELT: City Council
hearing is tomorrow night.
Pushes through the construction
of Charming Heights.
POTTER: Hale found
his investors.
OPIE: Oh, God.
Dad?
Oh, my God.
What are you doing here?!
UNSER: Clay killed
your old man.
JAX: You want to tell me
what happened to Piney?
OPIE: Clay killed my old man.
Did you know?!
JAX: No, Ope!
OPIE: You're going to die.
JAX: Ope!
Don't make me kill you.
(grunting and groaning)
JAX: Oh, shit.
UNSER: Christ!
JAX: Call an ambulance!
We're prepping him for surgery.
GEMMA: Just keep him alive.
Clay will keep on hurting
everyone that gets in his path.
Where are the letters, Tara?
I'll give them to Clay.
We put this to bed.
This may be the only way
we get out of this alive.
TARA: They're in
the storage unit.
JAX: I know Clay and Piney
were beefing over
this cartel shit.
GEMMA: Wasn't over the
cartel-- it was over these.
They're letters
from your father.
Clay Morrow killed your father.
Stole that seat away from this
family, gunned down your
father's best friend.
He tried to kill your wife.
He's a murderous traitor.
You take your place at the head
of this table where you belong.
You kill Clay.
TARA: And this
is how you do it.
It's a blood thinner.
He'll bleed into his
lungs and drown.
You kill him, and then you come
and get me and our boys and
drive us out of this
poisonous town.
GEMMA: What are you doing?
TARA: Everything
you taught me.
He's mine.
GAALAN: Well, you know how
the cartel does business.
They're heathens.
CLAY: Don't like what you
hear, take your big
guns and go home.
GAALAN: And you'll
be at that sit-down?
CLAY: Absolutely.
I'm your guy, Gaalan.
POTTER: Juan Carlos just locked
down our Irish-cartel gun meet.
JAX: We got a member
inside who may have flipped.
Otto Delaney.
LUIS: Does Otto
know about us?
JAX: No, but it means the
Feds could be circling us.
ROMEO: I'm not sure who he
was talking to, but he
never sold out your club.
JAX: You sure?
ROMEO: Trust me.
I'll see you at 3:00.
JAX: Yeah, we're a go.
(garbled radio transmission)
POTTER: In the last 16
months, this case has taken
98,000 man-hours in four
different countries.
Recently, it claimed the life
of our colleague, FBI
Agent Ronald Worski.
Now, our sacrifices and hard
work allow us this moment--
an opportunity to bring three
violent and criminal
organizations to justice.
Ladies and gentlemen, we are
clear to execute all warrants.
(hollering)
And whatever or whomever
you believe in...
may it grant you
safety and speed.
(motorcycle engines humming)
MEDINA: We're out.
He covered it.
LUIS: That's good.
ROMEO: I talked to Teller.
MC's on board.
Irish will be there.
LUIS: Transport's all set.
MEDINA: All right. Let's go.
We don't want to be late.
(engine starts)
What's up?
HAPPY: Got one of each big
gun in the back of the van.
JAX: Okay, good.
Take a walk, all right?
Make sure none of the
Wahewa are around.
HAPPY: Got it.
POTTER: Tell Casey
to pull back.
Make sure they don't spot him.
ROOSEVELT: Where's
the rest of them?
POTTER: Jax is early.
They'll show.
GRAD: Oh, my God.
GRAD: Shit!
ROOSEVELT: What the hell
are they doing here?
Alphonse Medina, Operative supervisor,
Central Intelligence Agency.
Are you Lincoln Potter? AUSA?
POTTER: Let me guess.
You recruited Señor Parada and
Torres from Grupo Aeromovil.
MEDINA: Can we
talk in private?
POTTER: No.
If the three amigos have something
to say, say it to my team.
ROMEO: Yes, we've been
working with the CIA.
LUIS: NCS. Inside Sonora.
ROOSEVELT: So what
does this mean for RICO?
POTTER: It means our
government is backing one cartel
to overthrow the others.
'Cause if you control the drugs...
you control the politics.
MEDINA: It's how we
stabilize an important ally.
POTTER: Oh, yes, that, too.
MEDINA: We're shutting
down your RICO operation.
ROOSEVELT: Jesus Christ.
ROMEO: This deal with the Sons
of the Irish has to go through.
MEDINA: It's all right there.
Justice Department
has signed off.
You better brief your team.
They're gonna need to turn over
all their files and contacts.
(indistinct radio transmission)
♪ 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 ♪
Sync and corrections by n17t01
CHIBS: Jackie.
JAX: Gaalan, good to see you.
GAALAN: Where's Clay?
JAX: Something
went down last night.
Clay got shot.
GAALAN: What happened?
JAX: We're not sure yet.
They hit him at the garage.
Had nothing to do with this.
CHIBS: There's been a problem
brewing in Oakland; white thing.
GAALAN: Is he gonna live?
JAX: Yeah. Yeah, he pulled
through the worst of it.
This is Romeo Parada.
ROMEO: Mr. O'Shay.
Pleasure to meet you.
My associate, Luis Torres.
LUIS: Heard a lot
about you, sir.
GAALAN: When will Clay
be back on his feet?
JAX: It's hard
to say right now.
We're up to speed on
schedules and routes.
I'll be able to talk you
through everything.
GAALAN: No, you won't.
I made it very clear to Clay, the only way
this deal happens is if he's running it.
JAX: Gaalan, we run
things as a club.
We can make this
work without Clay.
GAALAN (chuckles): It's not
just about making it work.
It's about trust.
I have little in you,
and less in them.
When Clay is back at the table,
we can discuss the deal.
Until then, there is none.
JAX: Gaalan!
CHIBS: Jackie, leave it.
You'll make it worse.
These stubborn bastards
won't hear you.
ROMEO: We have to talk.
JAX: Yeah.
POTTER: Goes down as
quickly as it goes up.
ROOSEVELT: So that's it, huh?
They just let the MC's
continue to run drugs
and sell weapons to
the goddamn cartel.
POTTER: For the greater good.
ROOSEVELT: What about
the smaller good?
They are doing this
shit in my county.
What is this for?
POTTER: I thought you might
want to be the one to release him.
I had the DEA raid
his weed shop,
tell the workers that they
picked up the owners.
Gives him a cover story
for the last 24 hours.
I've stricken Juice's colored
past from the record.
He's... he's free and clear.
ROOSEVELT: Why
would you do that?
POTTER: Because.
The bad guys won today, Sheriff.
And they may not know it yet,
but Juice and the MC are on
the losing end, just like us.
I have tremendous
respect for you, Eli.
ROOSEVELT: You're a
really odd dude, man.
You know that's really
hard to get past, right?
POTTER: I do.
But it serves a purpose.
I don't really like
people all that much.
(chuckles softly)
Be well, sir.
ROOSEVELT: Yeah.
You, too.
(car door opens)
(door closes)
(engine starts)
JAX: Look, I'm sorry.
We really had thought
we could pull this off.
The truth is we're
in over our heads.
I know Clay thought we could
make this work, but we can't.
We're not drug mulers,
big arms dealers.
We're small-time, man.
We can't do this anymore.
ROMEO: I'm afraid we're at
cross purposes, Mr. Teller.
JAX: Oh, shit.
LUIS: Otto Delaney
did sell you out.
U.S. Attorney was gonna
crush this meet with RICO.
We stopped them because we need
this relationship to continue.
ROMEO: CIA is
subsidizing Galindo.
We need the money from the coke
and the Irish guns to do that.
JAX: You just heard O'Shay.
He won't deal with me.
ROMEO: Then you better make
sure Clay gets well... soon.
Because if you don't, we
give RICO the green light.
JAX: Do the Feds
have Bobby and Juice?
LUIS: Just Munson.
That's who Delaney gave
up to establish history.
U.S. Attorney has more
than enough to indict.
ROMEO: When things are running
smoothly with the Irish,
I'll do my best to get Munson
clear of all the charges.
JAX: Look, whoever replaces
Clay might not want this.
SAMCRO could vote
the cartel down.
ROMEO: It's not gonna happen
because you will be taking the reins.
LUIS: And all this
stays between us.
If anyone else finds out, the club,
your family, we'll crush your MC.
JAX: Did you know that
Clay wanted my old lady dead?
Were you the ones he hired?
ROMEO: He thought she knew
too much about our business.
We wouldn't have hurt her.
JAX: You did hurt her.
LUIS: We were going to debrief her,
keep her in protective custody.
ROMEO: I'm sorry
for what happened.
But we've gotta ask,
is she a threat?
JAX: No.
ROMEO: Then why did
Clay want her dead?
JAX: It's a family problem.
ROMEO: What you're thinking, what
you're feeling... bury it, son.
Because if Clay goes away, so
do you and all your brothers.
LUIS: We'll be in touch.
(birds chirping)
JAX: I'm sorry.
(door opens)
(television plays indistinctly)
(door clangs shut)
(broadcast stops)
JUICE: Shit.
How many guys did they arrest?
ROOSEVELT: None.
It didn't happen.
RICO's gone away for now.
They'll be cutting you loose.
JUICE: What the
hell does that mean?
ROOSEVELT: Means the U.S. Attorney
doesn't have any leverage on you.
The intel on your
daddy's been purged.
That is the only proof.
Thought I'd give you the
satisfaction of tearing it up.
JUICE: Why you doing this?
ROOSEVELT: You're a
criminal, you do bad shit.
I'm a cop, I stop you.
I just wanna get back to that.
JUICE: Yeah, okay.
JACOB: My office has sent
over the outstanding paperwork
and the permits required by
the city for your review.
WESTMORELAND: Thank you, Mr. Mayor.
We will now proceed with C50710.
This is the ordinance to allow
the property associated with the
- 99 on-ramp to...
POTTER: - Sorry, Your Excellence.
Lincoln Potter, Assistant U.S.
Attorney, San Joaquin County.
WESTMORELAND: What is
this about, Mr. Potter?
We're in the middle
of a council meeting.
POTTER: Moral
bankruptcy, sir.
Jacob Hale has scraped the
bottom of the barrel to fund
Charming Heights, and he's dumping
the sludge in your backyard.
JACOB: Jesus Christ!
What the hell is this?
POTTER: The Tokyo Fund, as
it's called in the Mayor's proposal,
is actually a single investor,
the Natsuki Family, the
largest manufacturer of sex
dolls and hardcore sex
paraphernalia in the world.
Including the sumyoung boy line
for the discerning pedophile.
JACOB: Oh, come on!
Peter, this is bullshit.
- He has no right...
WESTMORELAND: - Jacob!
Let him finish.
POTTER: As a public servant
of this district, I felt the
good people of Charming
needed to know the truth.
It's all there.
Feel free to review and...
explore.
Have a good day.
JACOB: Why are
you doing this?
POTTER: Because
I don't like you.
And the good guys need a win.
(sportscast plays indistinctly)
(monitor beeping)
TIG: Hey, pal.
What did Romeo want?
JAX: I'll fill everyone in.
Chapel, 8:00.
TIG: Okay.
JAX: How's he doing?
TIG: He's in and out.
JAX: Give me a
minute with him.
TIG: Okay.
(turns the TV off)
I'll call the guys,
tell them about church.
(monitor beeping)
(Jax sighs)
(beeping continues)
(Clay breathes loudly)
CLAY: Son.
(panting)
(panting continues)
(panting continues)
(monitor beeping)
CLAY: What are you...?
JAX: I read the letters.
I know you killed my father.
(Clay groans)
JAX: Piney.
You tried to kill Tara.
CLAY: Please.
- Son...
JAX: - Don't... call me that.
The only reason I am not slicing
you open right now is 'cause
I need this cartel deal to happen.
And those prick Irishmen
won't deal with anyone else.
CLAY: - You gotta let me tell you...
JAX: - No.
You're done telling me anything.
Now I tell you.
You're stepping
down as president.
You can sit at the table.
You can have a vote.
But that's it.
You keep the Irish happy, and
you stay out of my goddamn way.
If you don't, I'll let the
club read the letters.
(Clay grunts)
JAX: And I let Opie tell
everyone you murdered his old man.
CLAY: Who gave
you the letters?
JAX: Doesn't matter.
CLAY: Gemma?
JAX: You stay away
from Tara and my mother.
CLAY: - This is a mistake...
JAX: - Do... you... understand?
CLAY: Ah... (Clay groans)
Yeah.
(grunts)
CLAY: You may
as well kill me.
(Jax laughs)
JAX: You're already dead.
(sighs)
GEMMA: You can't
leave me, Jackson.
JAX: I'm not going anywhere.
Don't worry.
He won't hurt you again.
(monitor beeping)
RITA: And then he dumped a
duffle bag full of sex toys.
ROOSEVELT: And he just
dropped them off and left?
RITA: Yeah.
Like a freaky messenger.
(Roosevelt chuckles)
They called a
recess on the vote.
(knocking at door)
ROOSEVELT: Yeah.
CANE: Sorry, LT, but this
just came in from Oakland.
It was a hit and run.
ROOSEVELT: Then why
is it hitting my desk?
CANE: Victim was Laroy
Wayne's girlfriend.
Niners were seen pursuing a
guy on a motorcycle, and Gang
Taskforce thinks it might have
something to do with the Sons.
ROOSEVELT: Oh, shit.
Is this right?
The victim was Veronica Pope?
CANE: Yeah.
RITA: Who's Veronica Pope?
ROOSEVELT: Damon
Pope's daughter.
Very serious player.
Currently the most dangerous
gangster in Oaktown.
(motorcycle engine revving)
JAX: How's the wrist?
OPIE: It's fine, considering
a bullet just went through it.
JAX: Yeah.
Thanks for coming by.
OPIE: You find anything out?
JAX: Yeah.
Few things.
You were right.
Clay killed your old man.
OPIE: Shit.
You should have
let me finish it.
JAX: We can't kill him, Ope.
Gaalan won't deal with me.
We need to keep Clay alive
to handle this cartel thing.
OPIE: We don't need Galindo.
JAX: If I kill this Mexican
alliance, the whole club suffers.
OPIE: What are you
talking about, man?
JAX: I'm staying.
I'm taking the gavel.
I need you at my left.
Be my VP.
OPIE: And how does that
work with Clay still around?
JAX: Clay stepped down.
It's our club now.
OPIE: I... I don't get it.
Why are you staying?
What the hell happened today?
JAX: I need you to trust me.
OPIE: Give me a reason.
JAX: I'll tell
you everything.
And the club.
I just got to do it
at the right time.
OPIE: In my book,
that's lying.
JAX: We got
church in an hour.
I want you there.
(door creaks open)
(door closes)
(Thomas cooing)
JAX: The CIA is behind
this Irish-cartel hookup.
They've been playing us.
If I kill Clay,
the Irish walk away,
the deal falls apart,
and the Feds take us all down.
TARA: Oh, my God.
JAX: I'm not supposed to tell anyone,
Tara, but I can't have any more secrets.
TARA: Okay, baby.
You have to stay.
(sighs)
JAX: Walking away from my club
is one thing, but letting it die...
I can't.
It's part of me.
I'm so sorry.
I know you have to go.
Take our boys, go to Oregon.
I'll send you all
the money you need.
(Jax sobbing)
I love you so much.
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(Thomas coos)
TARA (sobbing): He's mine.
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(monitor beeping)
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JAX: No, Tig.
You're there, brother.
You good with that?
CHIBS: Absolutely.
JAX: Sit down.
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You all straightened out?
JUICE: Yeah.
I'm good.
JAX: Okay.
(Jax sighs)
CHIBS: Ope coming?
JAX: What time is it?
HAPPY: 8:03.
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(door opens)
TARA: I'm sorry.
JAX: It's okay.
TARA: I'm not going anywhere.
I'm here, baby, I'm here.
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Sync and corrections by n17t01