Sons of Anarchy (2008–2014): Season 5, Episode 1 - Sovereign - full transcript

Previously on Sons of Anarchy:

Where are the letters?

Tara's still got them?

Just leave her out of it, huh?
Too late.

We have an internal threat.
The doctor, that's your VP's old lady.

We'll clean it up.

Oh, God! What are you doing?

Jax!

God. Dad?

Oh, my God. Shit.

What are you doing here?
Clay killed your old man.



Wanna tell me what happened to Piney?

You should know. You're Clay's boy.

Did you know?
No, Ope!

You're gonna die at the gavel.

Ope! Put it down.

What do I tell Roosevelt, huh?
Mexicans?

No. Say it was black.

Clay wanted me to stay. He had
a feeling something was going down.

A brother asked for help. I turned my back.
Hey.

Who's Veronica Pope?
Damon Pope's daughter.

The most dangerous gangster
in Oaktown.

Tig's in trouble, brother.
He needs an escort home.

It's time we all knew the truth:
Clay Morrow killed your father.

Stole that seat away from this family,
and he tried to kill your wife.



You kill Clay before
he's on his feet and strikes first.

When Clay's back at the table,
we can discuss the deal.

The only way this deal happens
is if he's running it.

CIA is subsidizing Galindo.

U.S. Attorney has enough to indict.
When things are smooth with the Irish...

...I'll do my best to get Munson
clear of charges.

I read the letters.

The only reason I am not
slicing you open right now...

...is because I need
this cartel deal to happen.

Walking away from my club is one thing...

...but letting it die, I can't. It's a part of me.

Something happens
at around 92 miles an hour.

Thunderheaders drown out all sound.

Engine vibration travels at a heart's rate.

Field of vision funnels into the immediate.

And suddenly you're not on the road,
you're in it. A part of it.

Traffic, scenery, cops, just cardboard cutouts
blowing over as you pass.

Sometimes I forget the rush of that.

That's why I love these long runs.

All your problems, all the noise gone.

Nothing else to worry about
except what's right in front of you.

Maybe that's the lesson for me today:

To hold on to these simple moments...

...appreciate them a little more.
There's not many of them left.

I don't ever want that for you.

Finding things that make you happy
shouldn't be so hard.

I know you'll face pain,
suffering, hard choices...

...but you can't let the weight of it
choke the joy out of your life.

No matter what, you have to find the things
that love you.

Run to them.

There's an old saying: That which
doesn't kill you makes you stronger.

I don't believe that.

I think the things that try to kill you
make you angry and sad.

Strength comes from the good things,
your family, your friends...

...the satisfaction of hard work. Those are
the things that will keep you whole.

Those are the things to hold onto
when you're broken.

Hey, Jackie boy.

You needing anything?

I'm good, brother.

Hey, boys.

Hey.
You wanna party?

We ready?
No, Happy's still getting his dick sucked.

In this skank hole?
Come on...

...there's nothing wrong
with the occasional skank.

Tell him to pull out.
I want to head home.

Hey, what do you think
he's writing in those little pads?

It's a children's book.

All right, girls, dicks in, balls out.

Home's a speeding ticket away.
Let's go.

People keep on learnin'

The soldiers keep on warrin'

The world, the world keep on turnin'

Samcro.

'Cause it won't be too long, baby

Won't be too long

That's it, let's go.

Oh, I said, power keep on lyin'

What the hell?

While our people

Keep on dyin'

The world, the world, the world

Keep on turnin'

It won't be too long

Won't be too long

Shoot them!

I'm so damn glad he let me try it again

I lived a whole world of sin

I'm so glad that I know more than I knew then

Torch it.

Gonna keep on tryin'
Oh, gonna keep on tryin'

For the highest ground

Guys, get me out of here!
Cover me!

Let's go! Let's go!

I said, teachers keep on teachin'

Come on.
Aah!

Get me out, get me out.
Come on. Come on.

Keep on preachin'

I said, world, world, world

Hap, let them go!

Get the haul!

'Cause it won't be too long

No, no, it won't be too long

You okay?
They came out of nowhere.

I said, lovers keep on lovin'

Now what the hell are we gonna do with it?
Cops are gonna be here soon.

Let's leave the blow in the crate
and stash it in the woods, get it tomorrow.

Come on. Now. Let's go.

Oh, won't you keep on sleepin'?

'Cause it won't be too long
No, it won't be too long

Sorry.

I'm so damn glad he let me try it again

'Cause my last time on earth
I lived a whole world of sin

I'm so glad that I know more than I knew then

Gonna keep on tryin'

I'm gonna reach the highest ground

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

That's enough?

Hey-

I'm fine.

Retaliation?
Niners torched the truck.

Everyone's whole.

Now what?

I fix it.

I'm gonna keep Rat here at night.

I want you carrying that gun.

Okay.

We're doing
Piney's thing today.

I know.

You don't have to come.
I can't.

I'm training my new replacement.

Starting my new duties.

I'm sorry.

Yeah, me too.

What?

I don't know how we do this, Tara.

I don't know where it all goes.

I know.
But we do it as a family.

I can promise you that.

I love you.
I love you.

Hey. Come here.

All right, then, little monster.

I'll see you later, okay?

What time is Gemma coming?

She's not.
I'm taking the boys with me.

I got them into the day care center
at the hospital.

We were gonna wait.
Till there was an opening.

I found out yesterday.
It's the best thing for Abel...

...and lets me be close to Thomas.
You know, regular feedings.

Gemma know?

Not yet.

Whatever you think's best.

See you later.

Hmm.

Hah.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, easy, now, love.

Was I that bad?
Who the hell are you?

Wow.

Really?

You came home with me last night.
This is my place.

Look, I'm not gonna hurt you. Yes, ma'am.
Back off!

Okay, nice.

Let me guess, J Date?
Something like that.

Well, listen, I really hate to step on
your little post-coital ritual...

...but Jeannie and Liz, they have
morning dates. Let's go, party pets.

Duty calls.

I'm gonna use the bathroom first.

You got this?
Yeah.

Employees.

You a pimp?

I'm a companionater.

I bring folks together.
I'm all about the love.

I sucked your dick too,
didn't I?

Oh, yeah.

Look, nothing bad went down.
I mean, this is all consensual.

I'm pretty sure we had fun.

Man.

Oh, Jesus.

I did a spic pimp.

Yeah, and I did a drunken cracker MILF.

Hmm.
Now, put the gun down.

Yeah, okay.

Thank you.

You can use my shower.
I have clean towels in there.

I'm gonna head downstairs
and have some coffee, a little Advil.

You can join me.

I'll get you a ride home.

Or not.

Well, if not, uh...

...address is on the card there.

You can call a cab yourself,
head out the side exit.

It was nice...

...meeting you, Rose.

Rose?

That's what you said your name was.

Right.

Who is it?
Galen.

Heard about
the Niners attack.

How's he doing?

He's moving slowly...

...but seems okay.

Misses her.
No, I get it.

All right, thanks.

How'd that go?

Not good.

Did you tell him the attack
on the truck was because of me...

...had nothing to do with the guns?
Doesn't matter.

The Irish are hanging on
to this cartel deal by a thin hair.

One more snafu, they bail.

All right, we got church
this afternoon. We take it to Jax.

Yeah.
Hey, you need a lift to Piney's memorial?

I think I'll, uh...

...sit this one out.

He was first nine.

Yeah, I'm aware.

Hey-

I don't think he's ready
to deal with that kind of shit.

Diosa International, this is Kelly.

Coffee?

Black.

Lots of sugar.

Escorts?
Very legit.

Breakfast date?
Aromatherapy session.

And your neighbors
don't mind the smell?

Oh, we're off the beaten path here.

We keep a low profile,
make the right people happy.

My affiliations...

...keep the bad guys away.

Nero Padilla.

Gemma.

Thanks.

Nice to meet you, Gemma.

That's what started our little bar chat.

Scars of a feather.

Triple bypass at 42.

Open-heart surgery.

Bad genetics.

You're surrounded
by barely legal pussy.

What the hell you doing
picking up old broads?

Some kind of granny fetish?

No, I don't sleep with my coworkers.

Mainly because I'm old enough
to be their father.

What about the Olsen twins?

That was all you, baby.

Really?

Wow.
Oh, it was definitely "wow."

Me, I like a little more patina
on my precious metal.

Oh, man.

I must've been shit-faced
to go for that whole Rico Suave thing.

You were funny, sexy, no wedding ring.
Seemed like a good idea.

Mm-hm.

I guess your name wasn't
the only thing you forgot, huh?

Sorry.

Oh, that's me.

My cab.

Okay.

Well, you take care, Gemma.
Yeah.

You too, Nero.

If that's really your name.

Thanks for not being a dick.

My life's ambition.

Hey.

I'm glad you decided to do this.

It's not for me, it's for my kids.

This is good
for everyone, Ope.

Lets them say goodbye.

And lets us bury the lie.

Piney Winston,
killed by the Mexican cartel.

The truth will come out, man.

It just can't be now.

Too many people will get hurt.

I'm sorry you see that as a betrayal.

The only betrayal that I see is Clay
not being the one going in that hole.

Yeah.

I know you can't sit
at the table with him.

I was wrong to ask you.

I love you, Ope.

And I want you in Samcro, but whatever
you decide to do, I'm gonna back you.

I hope you know that.

What I know
is that the gavel turns shit around.

I'm not gonna turn into Clay.

I'm more afraid
that I'm gonna turn into you.

Hey-

I thought you were
at Piney's memorial.

Oh... Shit.

No, man, I forgot.

I didn't realize that today was...
Where you been? You look like hell.

Uh... Clay's here.

He come to pick up
the rest of his shit.

He thought you'd be at the cemetery.

I'm feeling really uncomfortable.

Sorry...

...I didn't think you'd be here.

Just looking for that ring
Rusty gave me.

Thank you.

Don't take any of the photos.

I wasn't gonna.

Can we talk?

Please? Two minutes?

Two minutes.

I know you
want me dead.

That's why you gave
Jax those letters.

Shit I did...

...i't's the...

It's the move
I deserved.

I'm not a complicated guy, Gem.

I'm not like J.T.

I sink my teeth into a goal,
I see it through.

It's the soldier in me.

All I could see was the endgame.

All that money.

The shit with Tara, me lying to you,
just part of the mission.

Look, I'm not gonna insult you
by trying to say I'm sorry...

There's too much
damage for that, but...

Your involvement with John's death...

...the stuff he says about you
in some of those letters...

...I take that to my grave.

I don't expect you to forgive me.

But at least I'll know
I did one right thing.

I love you, Gem.

I always will.

You don't ever put a hand on me again.

The IRA is nervous
about our black problem.

So am I. Damon Pope is a serious man.

Yeah, hard to spin killing
an innocent girl in a good direction.

I know. Niners won't talk.
Laroy is on a rampage.

I need to get to Pope,
try to make this right.

He's insulated.

Be hard to get
that sit-down.

Then tap into
your CIA contacts.

This only gets settled with a face-to-face.
Yeah? Then what?

You think you just say "I'm sorry"?
Better have something he needs.

Pope doesn't need anything.

I gotta give him something he wants.

Only he knows what that is.

We'll try to set it up.

So, uh, the meet
still on with Galen?

Yeah, he's in town next week.

The Irish will know that Clay's running point
and you'll start getting your big guns.

What am I supposed to tell Bobby?

He knows that Otto gave him up to RICO.

You're gonna have to share our
confidential agreement with Mr. Munson.

But know this:

Your club can't know about RICO
or our affiliation.

My guys think he's inside
on the Georgie Caruso hit.

I'll tell the club that the case fell apart.

Keep Elvis in the building.

You're gonna need to trust him.

Otto gave up Bobby on history...

...but someone current
had to be helping the DA too.

How would they know
that gun deal was going down?

Keep your coke and guns
running smoothly.

I'll keep RICO off your back.

And when are they
off my back for good?

When I don't need you anymore.

I wouldn't dismiss me that easily,
Commander Parada.

You had no choice
but to play your CIA card.

Gave you leverage, kept us in line.

But it also gave me a big stick.

Now, I'm sure Galindo's crew
embraces Uncle Sam's help...

...but how would
the street react to that?

Anyone around here finds out
you're doubling up as a fed...

...your sway in Cali ain't shit.

And your coke demand
dies in a day.

Looks like we need each other.

Bobby Munson, as promised.

Let's get out of here.

I'm very happy to be out.

Kind of scared to ask how.

It's been a busy
couple of weeks, brother.

Come on.

Where's Jax?

I hear he's your new president.
He's not here.

What do you want?

Are you guys aware of the violence
that's happening in Charming?

Two home invasions in less than a week.
Contrary to popular belief, we can read.

Why, you think we
had something to do with it?

Three weeks ago, an unidentified man
ran down Veronica Pope...

...in what we can assume
was an attempted hit on Laroy Wayne.

No witnesses came forward yet,
but some folks are saying...

...that they saw the One-Niners chasing
after a group of guys on motorcycles.

Really?

First home invasion was Lynette Brice,
one of your Crow eaters.

Two-thirty this morning, Wade Steiner
was attacked in his own kitchen.

He's a mechanic here at the TM.

Do you see the pattern here?

If these home invasions are retaliation
by Pope or the Niners...

We ain't heard of any beefs, man.

No?
No.

Hmm.

Then who would attack your auto-parts
truck outside of Modesto last night?

Angry pirates.

I don't give a shit if Pope blows up
every goddamn truck of yours...

...but not in my quadrant.

One innocent gets hurt, and I make Pope
look like an altar boy, you understand?

I see what you did there.

I love Catholic jokes.
You know, remember the two nuns'?

Went to the dyke bar. One of them...
Hey.

Eh! Bobby!
Ha-ha-ha.

Munson's free.

Rico’s dead.

I guess you're
free and clear too, huh?

Don't worry,
I'm not gonna out you.

But if this Pope thing spills over
into Charming, I expect you to tell me.

Good faith gesture.

What did I tell your crew
three weeks ago?

Lay low.
Yes.

We don't make decisions
in the heat of rage.

Laroy's still feeling the pain
of losing his girl.

She wasn't his girl.

He told us to hit that truck.

Said we waited long enough.

My daughter was murdered.

Someone goes after the men suspected
of doing it, all eyes look my way.

Sons killed TJ on that highway.

Now, we gotta answer back or we look
weak. You know how that works, man.

I just got a call from the military arm
of the Galindo Drug Cartel...

...wanting me to sit down with Jax Teller.

Do you know how hard I have worked
to distance myself from that element?

Your need for street cred
is making my life difficult.

It stops now.

Why ain't you laying this
all on Laroy, okay?

Because he's the one
making the calls.

All we do is...

Look, I'm s...

Our detectives got the address.

I'll set it all up.
Okay.

I'm too close to this,
Augie, all right?

No loose ends.

Yes, sir.

Shit, man, is that Laroy?

Most of him.

Little bitch was screaming so loud,
I kind of lost my shit.

Congratulations.

You in charge.
No, wait, wait.

What if I don't wanna be in charge?
Rise to it, brother.

With great power
comes great responsibility.

I ain't no Spider-Man, nigga.

As we all know,
our Nomad charter is disbanding.

Right.
We got Frankie Diamonds, Right...

...and Greg the Peg looking to land
in Charming.

I think we'd be lucky to have them.

Sorry I'm late.

Sit down.

We're just voting in the Nomads.

Good.

Frankie, you got anything
you wanna say?

Just wanna say we're honored
to be sitting at this table.

We know you've been taking
some hits, we're here to help.

Yeah, it's good
to have a home again, man.

Yeah, someplace
we can put our feet up.

All right, Peggy.

Any opposing?

Good. What do we say?

Yea.
Welcome to Samcro, boys.

Thank you.

It's great to have Bobby Elvis back.

Bobby.
Bobby.

Good to be home.

What, did they drop the charges
on Georgie?

Yeah. Apparently it was a suicide.

Climbed into the trunk,
shot himself 10 times.

I've asked Bobby to be my VP.

What about Ope?

I think Ope's gonna have to step away
from the club for awhile.

Too much damage done to his family.

He's having a hard time
not putting that pain on Samcro.

I second Bobby.

Any opposing?

What do we say?
Yea!

Love you, brother.

I just wanna say how happy I am
to have Bobby back at the table...

...and not as much room on my right
with you here, but glad you made the cut.

Thanks.

With Opie stepping away,
something I need to tell this club.

It's complicated,
so I'm hoping you hear me out.

Lobo Cartel did not kill Piney.

I did.

Everybody knows that there was
no love lost between Piney and me.

Most of you were witness to him trying
to blow my head off in this room.

I went up to the cabin, and I thought we
could maybe work out this cartel business.

I thought, maybe, me and him, one on one,
cut through the bullshit.

He was a fifth of Patron deep
when I arrived.

I could hardly get out an argument
when he drew on me.

I managed to wrestle
the sawed-off out of his hand.

Then he pulled a nine.

I had no choice.

I figured if the cartel or the Irish
heard that there was internal beef...

...that they would pull the plug on the deal,
so I put it on the Mexicans.

I planned on telling everybody what went
down soon as all the heat was off...

...but Opie found out the truth
before I could do that.

He's the one that shot me.
What?

What? What?

I lied to Jax.

I told him it was black.

Why'd you lie, man?

You were protecting Ope.

We needed an ambulance.
EMS would report the bullet wound.

I don't blame Ope for trying to kill me.

I only wish I could explain to him
what happened.

Anyway, I killed a member,
self-defense or not.

You gotta vote whether I stay or go.

We need to live with this for awhile.

Let's take a day or two before we vote.

You give me a minute?

What are you doing?

Still a lot of truth I can't cop to...

...so I figured I would get out
the rest of what there is.

I'm supposed to believe you're gonna
throw yourself at the mercy of the club?

Come on, man.

Mea culpas aren't your style.

What's the play?

I'm all out of play.

I'm just trying to do what's best
for Samcro.

What's your play, son?

I mean, I get why you stopped Opie...

...but you found out about J.T.

How come you didn't kill me?

I need you alive to keep the Irish happy.

You never wanted this cartel deal.

Why would you give a shit
if the Irish are happy?

Just trying to do what's best for Samcro.

Ah.

I just went by the house
to see my grandkids.

Who the hell decided
to put them in day care?

Me and their mother.

We don't let other people
raise our children.

It's selfish and lazy.

I don't have time for this, Mom.

You wanna see the kids,
work it out with Tara.

I still don't understand, Jackson.

You don't have to.

His time will come.

Hey.
Yeah.

Just making sure
you got home okay.

Oh.

Well, yeah. Yeah, I did.

I'm fine.
Good.

So now you have my number.

In case you ever need anything.

Okay.

Thanks.

Weapons on the hood of the car.

It's cool.

Mr. Pope has given
the problem some more thought...

...and he realizes nothing
the Sons offer is gonna be good enough.

But you...

...get to give them your message.

What am I supposed to do with this?

Kill Teller.

I thought this meeting was with Pope.
Mr. Pope...

...would like this discussion
to happen first. I'm his associate...

...August Marks.

Weapons.

Gotta settle things with the Niners.

Where the hell's Laroy?

Darnell's in charge now.

Work it out.

Hey-

Look, man,
we got a lot of history with your crew.

We've beefed before, both made mistakes,
but we get through it.

Just tell me what you need.

Drop him, Darnell!
Nice, Jackie boy.

Knock the black off this bastard.

Kill him, Jackie.

Come on, D, get up, man.

Enough. That's enough.

Jax. Jax.
Jackie! Jackie boy.

I thought you pulled weapons?
I did.

Jesus Christ.

He didn't really wanna be
in charge anyway.

You, what's your name?

T-t-tyler.
Well, T-t-tyler...

...you need to go back to your crew and
tell them the beef with the Sons is done.

If it continues,
so will the turnover in leadership.

There ain't nothing to think over. Go.
Yeah.

Well, go.
All right.

What the hell is this?

Mr. Pope will reach out to you soon.

Dump him.

This is Pope letting us know he's the one
who decides who lives and dies.

I think that's the last of it.

Showerhead's leaking.

I'll have Chucky come by tomorrow
and change the washers.

Thanks.

I know how hard it was
to admit that today.

I'm glad you came clean.

No one's gonna vote you out.

It's out of my shaky little hands.

Hey-

I'm good. Thanks.

I, uh, murdered an innocent girl.

The lie was to protect Ope and the club,
not me.

I was with you in the hospital
every day...

...for three weeks.

You should've told me the truth, Clay.

I didn't know how.

Sorry.

Yeah.

Shit.

Where?

No, I'll come and get her.

No. Yeah.

Yeah, all right. Yeah, thanks.

What's that?

Oakland detective
stopped Dawn for DUl.

His brother-in-law's a Grim Bastard...

...but if I pick her up myself,
they won't charge her.

We good?

I don't know.

Uh-huh.
LT.

These two girls came in,
said they witnessed guys...

...on motorcycles shooting
a black man in an SUV.

Picked out Teller and Chibs.

Oakland P.D. just called.

Another two witnesses came in,
identified Tig Trager...

...as the guy that ran down
Veronica Pope.

Detective Goodman,
Oakland P.D.

You Trager?
Yeah.

Where's Dawn?

Hands on your head.

Shit, man, you gotta be kidding me.
Do it.

Come on.

Walk.
No, man.

I'm not going anywhere...
Shut up.

Move.

Oh, goddamn it.

Do you know who I am, Mr. Trager?

Yeah.

And do you know what happens now?

You kill me.

That'd be too easy.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Dawny?

Dawny. Hey, Dawn.

Baby? Oh, baby.

Wake up. Oh, man.

Oh, shit.

No, baby.

No! No!

Hey, baby. Oh, baby.

Stop! Oh, baby!

Daddy?
I'm so sorry, baby. Oh, no, baby.

Let me go! No!
What's happening?

Goddamn it! Let me go!

Let me go!

Daddy, get me out of here.
Oh, baby. Oh, baby.

Oh, man, I'm sorry.

Please. Please, not her.

Kill me. Please, I beg you.
Please, kill me, please?

Daddy?
Please?

Know my pain, Mr. Trager.

Dad... Aah!

Oh, baby. Oh, no.

No!

Oh!

On! Aah!
Daddy!

Mr. Trager, you and your crew
have been ID'd...

...for the murder of my daughter
and the highway shooting.

Detective Goodman
will take you to County.

You should keep this vivid memory
to yourself.

I'd hate to see the same thing happen
to your other daughter.

I am gonna cut your ugly, black head off.

Get your cleaner out here.

You got it.

Let's go.

Thomas is congested.

Need a humidifier in that room.

It's not a dry cough.
A humidifier won't help.

And they don't need to be in day care.

We can take care of our own.
They need to socialize with other children.

And let's be honest...

...I don't think you're up for the task.

Excuse me?
You have every right to be distracted...

...you've been through a lot.
Just say what you mean.

I smell weed and alcohol
on your breath every morning.

I don't smoke or drink in the morning.

I'm a doctor, Gemma.

I know how long drugs and alcohol
stay in your system.

And until you pull it together,
I don't want you alone with my boys.

Really?

Jax feel the same way?

I didn't tell him,
but he knows you're not yourself.

Hey, Dab)'-
Hey.

I didn't know you'd be here.

Hello, my love.
Welcome home, sweetheart.

I'm glad you're out.

Bobby wanted to see the boys.
Oh, they just went down.

Go ahead.

We okay?

Oh, yeah.

We're perfect.

Hey.
Hey, Gemma.

I need Jax.
Why?

Let me talk to him, please?

Unsen

Hey, what's happening?
I just heard from Eglee, Lodi P. D.

County issued warrants
for you, Chibs and Tig.

Murder of Veronica Pope
and Laroy's guy.

APB's going wide.

How'?
Four witnesses turned up today.

Two saw Tig,
two saw you and the Scot.

Shit. Okay. Thank you.
All right.

Oh, God.

Now what?

Woman was burned up pretty bad.
Yeah, I got it.

L 90'! you.

How long?

Two hours.

Maybe a little longer.

You're dead. You're all dead.

You kidding me with this shit?

Die. Die.

You all right?

Goodman.

No. Please, please, please.

This guy bought those witnesses.

I'll call Lowen. If Pope got these people
to lie, we can prove that.

No, you can't turn yourselves in.
Pope did this to get you inside.

Black Nation offs us in County,
kill never gets put on him.

Chucky. Sheriffs are
at the clubhouse looking for us.

Next stop is here.

You gotta go, Jax.
No, you can't run. That's insane.

Getting shived to death isn't?
He's not a fugitive.

He's not going to jail.
We have two small boys.

That is exactly the point, and why he is...
Stop!

Baby, you gotta buy yourself some time.

You make sure you're protected.
She's right.

I know where you can go.

You'd be safe.

All right.

Don't do this, Jax. Please.
We're dead if we go inside now.

Stay here.
Take care of our boys.

I'll call you when I have a plan.

Let's go.

There you go, buddy.

Chow time.

Doing okay?

Miss her, don't you?

Yeah, me too.

His love was fearless
He rode the wind

Flew like a cannonball
His gentle wings

He got away

Got away

Got away

Her love was ageless
She slipped the rope

Swung like an acrobat
Her fragile throne

She got away

Got away

Got away

Your love was endless

You pushed so far
Soared like a golden god

Your silent heart

You got away

Want some ice cream?

I need one more, my man, all right?
All right, who's next? Who wants this?

Got away

Thank you, Mr. Pope.

My love was aimless
I lost the line

Fell from a shooting star
My opened mind

Come on in.

I got away

Thanks.

Got away