Sons of Anarchy (2008–2014): Season 5, Episode 12 - Darthy - full transcript

Previously on Sons of Anarchy...

Otto killing that nurse,
that'll make RICO go away?

Yes, but this
could unravel for Tara.

She could do serious
time for this.

RICO is dead, bitch.

I ain't giving you shit.

These next few months will
be the most excruciatingly

painful time of your sick
and miserable life.

Killing RICO was Jax
making a move to end our deal.

You think I'm just gonna

cut ties without setting you
up with something else?



Mayans will mule from AZ.

Niners will still push
Pope's weight into Reno.

Who gets us the Irish guns?

I can dip into
Gaza, German snipers,

some anti-tank shit.

- Can you make it work?
- Yeah.

I'm gonna be forced to

create some new opportunities
outside of SAMCRO.

How much longer you
need Trager on that leash?

I'm still putting together the
pieces on how to bring Clay down.

When that happens, you
can have Trager.

The safe that the Nomads stole
when they broke in, they gave

Clay back all the legal shit.

That's gonna prove Clay is
a traitor and a murderer.



Wendy came by the hospital;
we have to tell him the truth, Jax.

No, we don't.

You took Jax Teller?

Why the hell would
we do that, ese?

'Cause you want guns.

You ponchos wanted me back?

I'm back.

I'm tired of being
crushed under the weight of

greedy men who
believe in nothing.

I have to change that.

There will be days when

you're forced to make decisions

that affect the lives of

everyone you love-
choices that

will change you forever.

You reach an age when you
realize that being a man isn't

about respect or strength,

it's about being aware of
all the things you touch.

Children face inward, wallow
in their own selfish needs.

Men face out, take action
on the needs of others.

I'm at that place, boys.

I'm staring one of those
decisions in the face.

It looks back at me with

historical eyes and it calls
me a coward... a killer...

a fraud.

It wants me to crack and run

from the service of my
fate like a broken boy.

Today, I will not do that.

Today, I will be the man
my father tried to be.

I will make you proud.

Guys are all here.

Good.

Let's get this day locked down.

It's gonna be a big one.

We get a time yet from Gaalan?

2:00 at the barn.

There's something we
got to handle first.

What?

I'm bringing Clay to the table.

What're you talking about?

He's gonna admit what
he did with the Nomads.

Then we decide what
to do with him.

What are you doing, Bobby?

My job.

I was lying in a
hospital bed, thinking about

all the shit I lost.

I wasn't ready to let it go.

I reached out to
Frankie Diamonds.

He was the one that suggested
the home invasions.

We figured we could rattle some
of the folks close to the club,

make it look like the MC was
gonna hurt Charming and that

Jax couldn't protect his own.

Frankie pulled in
Gogo and Greg.

I promised to split my

percentages when I
got the gavel back.

And attacking Unser at your
house took the focus from you?

Yeah.

And Eli's old lady?

You know, when they
picked up the East Dub crew,

I thought that was a good way

to put the attacks on to Pope.

And now with Jax working with

him, figured I could use it

to help sway the club my way.

I never wanted anybody
to get hurt.

But they did.

You hurt a lot of people.

You know, I-I don't

expect anyone to believe this,

and I ain't saying it wasn't

'cause of my pride
and my greed,

'cause it was, but the main

reason I was trying to push out

Jax was because I didn't
think he was ready to lead.

This cartel shit, the
pressure with the Irish,

I didn't think he
could handle it.

I was wrong.

He's proving to be a better
leader than I ever was.

I'll be in the garage.

We heard his story.

Vote has to be unanimous.

Does anyone else have
anything they'd like to say?

All in favor of Clay
losing his patch?

Yea.

Yea.

Yea.

Yea.

Yea.

Yea.

Yea.

As far as the mayhem goes...

let's hear pros and cons.

He's a traitor.

I ain't buying this humble,
"for the good of the club"

bullshit.

He's done.

Anyone else?

All in favor of Clay Morrow
meeting Mr. Mayhem.

Yea.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yea.

Yeah.

No.

I'll go get him.

Jackie!

Jackie!

Jackie, come on!

Jack, come on!

Jax, Jax!

- Come on.
- Jackie!

Off! Come on!

- Easy!
- Come on!

Leave it!

It's done.

♪ 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 ♪

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You made a deal with
him behind my back.

We couldn't prove shit.

We both know that.

And there's no way that you would...
could let...

Clay sit at this table.

Me either.

The shit he's done.

He needed to go away, and if
I didn't make this deal,

you would've killed him as
soon as we were finished

with Gaalan.

And you would've done it
behind the club's back.

Do that once, next time just
becomes a little easier,

and before you know it, this thing
that we have is pointless.

I stopped you from becoming the
guy that you wanted to kill.

You think this
vote protects Clay?

You want him dead.

Seems like the only
choice today.

But I know you, Jax.

The right thing settles in.

And how is letting him
walk the "right thing"?

I know you see it as betrayal.

I took that risk
because I love you.

And this club needs you.

We're broken.

I've had a hard time

feeling any love or
brotherhood since Opie died.

You just lost your
way a bit, brother.

No, I found it, finally.

Opie was right.

The gavel corrupts.

You can't sit in this chair
without being a savage.

I know.

You don't know shit.

You counsel from fear.

You want me moving in
comfortable, cozy circles,

and I can't do that.

You should go.

You-you really
should go to the ER, baby.

I'll be fine.

Some of these need stitches.

Can you, uh...
Can you just give me a minute alone?

Yeah.

Sure.

Have a good day, okay?

I love you.

Here, take this.

Bye.

This is convenient.

Yeah.

Do you have something
in place for them?

The boys. In case anything
were to happen to you.

Or Jax.

Do you have a living trust
or will of any kind?

I don't know.

The marriage thing
happened kind of fast.

I know Jax has life insurance.

That's good, but
who gets custody?

- Gemma?
- No.

I don't know.

I can help you with that.

Jackie boy, sorry to
bother you, but August just

called, and, uh, Pope
wants a meeting.

Charming Heights.

When?

Now.

State your association
with Otto Delaney.

He's a friend of the family.

He's a member of the motorcycle
club, Sons of Anarchy.

You have affiliations
with any other members?

My husband is the club
president, Jackson Teller.

Is that why you decided to
volunteer your medical services?

Yes.

My husband served time.

I know how difficult it can be.

I wanted to make a difference.

So it wasn't an attempt to visit
Otto Delaney on behalf of the club?

No.

I didn't even know I'd
have access to Otto.

I saw his request, did
what I came here to do.

You were in the infirmary

three days before Pamela
Toric was murdered.

You saw Delaney on all
three of those days.

Yes, I treated him.

First for staph, then I did
tests for meningitis.

And you know Otto's blood work
showed no signs of either ailment.

My client responded to

the patient's
symptomatic condition.

Whether they were real
or not isn't the issue.

Of course.

Were you aware that bringing

anything to a prisoner is in
direct violation of the

agreement you signed?

I didn't study the

contract, so, no, I wasn't
aware of that specifically.

So you thought it was okay
to bring a violent felon

something he could
use as a weapon?

Dr. Knowles brought a desperate
man something to pray with.

He was in restraints when she

put the crucifix
around his neck.

Yes, it was naive, but she had

no idea what he would do.

That true, Doctor?

Yes.

I had no idea what
he was capable of.

What's all this?

Pope Partners is
evaluating Hale's project.

It's promising.

Where do you land in the

Pope organizational
chart, Augie?

Advisor.

Confidant.

No title?

VP of Special Deeds?

Heir to the blood throne?

Been with Mr. Pope

since I was 17, if that
tells you anything.

Tells me you're loyal.

Or patient.

- All right.
- Okay, great.

Charming Heights is
shaping up to be significant.

It's a smart development.

Hale's a shitty mayor,
but he's a good developer.

We all can't be all things.

You had a close
call last night.

I'm glad you and
the cartel came

to an agreement on Clay's exit.

It's not done yet.

I'm gonna need you to push
20 more keys out to Reno.

Offset the cost of
the Chinese guns.

Shouldn't be a problem.

You're good at this, Jackson.

Sure you want to get out
of the drug business?

Yeah, I'm sure.

Hmm.

Can I ask your advice
on something?

Course.

You make big decisions

every day, take advice
from people you trust.

You ever choose to
go against that?

Just do something everyone
tells you is a bad idea?

This about Clay Morrow?

Club voted to take his patch.

Mmm.

I want to take more.

Shit.

Democracy's overrated.

Revenge is never about
the greater good.

It's a visceral
need that has to

be satisfied or the
strong lose focus.

How do I scratch that

visceral itch without
tearing my club apart?

You can do both.

You just have to step away
from your need to feel it.

Come at it from a different
angle, different source.

Not about the process,
it's about the result.

Payback by proxy?

Something like that.

And now I'm gonna need
some results, Jax.

Clay's out; Trager
served his purpose.

It's time.

I got to finish this
deal with Lin and the Irish.

I'll deliver him tomorrow.

You just tell me
when and where.

Good.

'Cause if you break this promise,
everything else goes away.

Cartel-Lin deal, Charming
Heights, and my agreement

not to crush your club.

Tig was Clay's right hand.

I'll never see him
as anything else.

Henry Lin, Romeo Parada.

My associate, Luis Torres.

Pleasure, gentlemen.

Appreciate you making the trip.

Russian Kornet with
articulating tripod.

Thermal sight, 9M133 missiles.

Favorite of every
small mobile army.

Damn!

Now that's beautiful.

How much?

170- 5K a missile.

What about the
snipers and the 50 cals?

For 50 cals, I can get
refurbished Brownings.

Snipes, I got Mausers
and Keppelers.

I'll get you prices.

Brownings are good.

And we like Keppelers.

So how many, how often?

My Palestinian friends made
it sound like supply wasn't

an issue, but, uh, gonna take
them a minute to figure out

how to get more than
one in at a time.

How long of a minute?

That's a lot of
personnel to buy off.

At least two or three months.

You told us you could
get them every two weeks.

Yeah, once the route's

locked down, but
that shit takes

time; you guys know that.

Ten Kornets.

Hundred missiles.

Two dozen Brownings, two dozen

KS-Vs with quick-release
silencers.

Once you figured out

the Hamas express, we'll
want drops every two weeks.

Mayans MC will handle
the transport.

250 down payment.

Just let us know the balance.

Absolutely.

Looking forward to doing
business with you.

You should.
We're gonna make you rich.

Galindo's getting pushed on
two fronts by Lobo Sonora.

We just lost Tubutama; we can't wait
three months for them Kornets.

We're gonna need another
shipment of RPGs from

the Irish before
we kill that tie.

Is that a problem?

Shouldn't be.

I'll ask Gaalan at the pickup.

Don't ask him.

Tell him.

Before I get into this, I want
you to know that everything's okay.

What?

Abel was in a car
accident last week.

Oh, my God.

There were no
sustained injuries.

He had a minor procedure to correct
his heartbeat, but he's fine.

Jesus Christ.

Were you the one driving?

No.

Gemma.

She was stoned.

She crashed into a tree.

Holy shit.

She's been on a tear.

We both know that.

I'm not letting her
near the boys again.

Why are you telling me this?

I thought about the
last conversation we had,

and, uh...
well, I know it won't come easy

to Jax, but as a
mother, I get it.

What does that mean exactly?

I might have to leave Charming.

Why- another job?

Yeah, I hope so.

There's an offer on the table
from Providence Hospital.

Oregon?

Jax okay with that?

We're still figuring it out.

But I've been dealing with the paperwork
around all of that, and I...

I just realized, that if
anything ever happens to me

or, uh, to Jax, there's nobody

I trust to take care of my boys.

I have no family.

You do need that peace of mind.

Yeah, I do.

Abel's in day care.

You can spend some time
with him if you want.

He's a lot of fun.

I would really like that.

Well, I talked to

Doreen, and you're
on the list, so...

What do I say to him?

Just tell him
you're a friend of mine.

That's the best I
can do for now.

Okay.

- Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.

Okay.

Where's Clay?

He turned in his patch.

It's been coming for a while.

He's out of the club?

Look, Gaalan.

I know you blame me
for Kellan's death.

And you're right, events in
Belfast spun out of control.

I just want to say,
I liked the priest.

He loved my dad.

He sacrificed himself for
my son- I know that.

But after our little dust-up,

you blowing the shit
out of our bikes.

I was hoping I might ease
some of this tension.

You hate the Mexicans.

So do we.

Romeo wants this
shipment, one more.

We give him that
and we're done.

The MC and the IRA can go
back to business as usual.

Aye.

What is this?

Talked to Damon Pope.

Heard all about Clay.

Thought we should come by and

make sure the deal
was moving forward.

I told you I would handle it.

We know how stubborn
the Irish can be.

And we all know how
ignorant you bean niggers can be.

Put the guns in the truck.

Don't touch the bloody guns.

We all want the
same thing here!

Okay, do it.

Shit!

Go!

Shit! Bobby!

Go, go!

Give it to me.

Let me have it.

Let's go!

Done, boss.

Go.

Put the guns in the truck.

Everything's fine.

This buy is on the MC.

For killing my guys, and the
inconvenience of our wait.

We'll call it even.

Get your pasty white
asses out of here.

This is on you, boy.

Sons is gonna feel this
on both continents.

Lock down TM.

Alert families.

Get Tacoma down here.

Gaalan is gonna try to hurt us.

I need you find Gemma,
you have her call me.

Yeah.

You with Clay?

Yeah, helping
him collect his shit.

Good.

Listen closely.

Triple Two started running
dog fights, warehouse on Palm.

That true?

Yeah, this is
Dante pushing us out.

Starting collecting, too.

Shit.

Moved into Front
Street, Quadro's Liquors,

beauty supply, Lana's place,

all started paying protection.

You wanted it
back, ese, you got it.

But if we don't stop that bleeding
now, ain't gonna be nothing left.

How long we got?

They're moving fast.

Maybe a few days.

Got no choice, primo.

Hey, darling.

Hey.

How's the ass?

How's it look?

Like a snack.

Where is he?

Kitchen, but he's
with a few of his crew.

He didn't want to be disturbed.

Well, you know me.

I'm subtle.

Yeah.

I want to talk to the

MC, maybe come up with a plan.

- We'll move on this tomorrow.
- All right, man.

We'll be ready.

Problems?

No.

What are you doing here?

Need a favor.

Wondering if, uh, your doctor

client could take
a look at Clay.

What'd you do to him?

Not me.

It's Jax.

Clay got drummed out of
the club this morning.

Jax gave him a
going-away beat-down.

Jesus.

You know that was coming down?

That's what you couldn't
talk to me about?

Some of it.

What?

Clay's getting pushed
out, your brown distraction

here- they're
pulling me back in.

That little vato,
uh, that's my cousin.

We started the crew
together 25 years ago.

Shit.

Now the Byz-Lats are
under siege, mama.

Your ghosts?

Yeah.

Ghosts.

I'll see if I can get my doc.

Okay.

Thanks.

What you said last
night- you meant that?

Yeah.

That okay with you?

Hey. Sorry.

Tig just called.

Wants us all at the clubhouse.

Something went down
with the Irish.

Damn it.

I better leave all this shit.

That's all of it, brother.

Pulled everything
with a reaper.

Thanks.

Let Happy know I'm, uh, I'm
gonna take out the ink tonight.

We'll do it at TM, so there's
no doubt it's been done.

Yeah, okay.

There's some vintage
club shit in there.

You're welcome to it.

Thank you.

You always liked it.

Yeah.

It's beautiful.

Piney gave it to
me for my five-year.

Always thought I'd
give it to Ope.

No, Clay, I can't.

Come on.
I got to get rid of it.

It's my way of saying thanks.

Hey.

Shit went south with Gaalan.

We're in lockdown.

Ah, Christ.

Go ahead, Juice.

You, too.

No, no.

- Jax don't want me anywhere...
- I don't give a shit about that.

You ain't safe here alone.

Let's go.

- Come on.
- Yeah.

Can you find it?

Oh, let me see. Let me see.

Got them!

Abel!

Daddy!

What are you doing with him?

Just saying hi, as friends.

Tara knows.

I'm gonna take
him back to day care.

You meet me outside.

- Jax, I know you...
- We'll do this outside.

We should get Tara
and the boys back to TM.

We will.

You really want to do this now?

It's the last thing I
wanna do, but I have to.

I won't be long.

I'll be right here.

Shit!

Can I help you?

I'm sorry.

Are you Dr. Knowles?

Yes.

How did you get in here?

A guy in a white lab coat
said I could wait for you.

Lee Toric.

Pamela- the nurse that was
murdered- she was my sister.

Oh.

I'm so sorry.

My family and I are
out here for the funeral.

I knew you were there
when it happened.

I just wanted to talk to you.

Of course.

Please sit down.

What can I do to help?

The prison investigator
hasn't said much of anything.

I was hoping you could
fill in the blanks.

I can try.

They said she was
attacked by an inmate who had

some kind of cross.

Yes.

He threw her against a
wall and knocked her out.

She was unconscious when he...
he stabbed her in the throat.

I'm sure she didn't
feel anything.

And he did that with a cross?

Yes.

She bled to death from
punctures wounds.

I wish I could've done more.

I'm sorry.

I can imagine how awful
that was for you as well.

This is very helpful.

Thanks.

Do you know why the
inmate attacked her?

Were they arguing?

I don't really know.

I just came in as it happened.

He was your patient?

Yes.

This was third time you
were treating him, right?

I think so.

How well did you know him?

I didn't really.

What about your husband?

Did he know him?

Who are you?

I already told you.

I'm the guy who just
lost his little sister.

U.S. Marshal?

Retired.

Mm-hmm.
And what do you want from me?

The truth. Your side.

Tomorrow, ISU will
get Otto's side.

What do you think that's
gonna sound like?

Maybe he tells them he murdered
my sister to protect his MC from

a pending RICO investigation,
and maybe he tells them

he got the murder weapon from the
wife of the club's president.

I had no idea what he was
gonna do with that crucifix.

I believe you.

But I also believed my niece and my
nephew would grow up with a mother.

You can hold onto that card.

It's obsolete.

I'm still looking
for a new job.

That was his sister, Jax.

He knew everything.

He said Otto gives his
statement tomorrow.

I could be charged with
conspiracy or even murder.

That's why I
called Wendy today.

Lowen kept talking about wills
and who's gonna take care

- of the boys if anything happened and...
- And you think that should be Wendy?

Well, I know I don't
want it to be your mother.

Jackie, Gaalan called.

What is he doing here?

Gaalan reached out to to me.

He wants the guns or the money.

He's gonna kill Wendy.

Does he know she's not my wife?

Yeah, she made that clear.

He says next thing he does, he
takes Abel, brings him to Belfast.

$475,000.

We pay back the Italians and
Nero, we ain't even close.

No way in hell we're gonna
get those guns back from Romeo.

Sorry, I couldn't
help but hear.

I may have a solution...
if you give me a minute.

Get out.

Got the doc out here.

Take care of those cuts.

Thanks.

I can get that cash.

It's almost half a mil.

And I got it.

Money for the ranch.

Norco?

No, that's your
exit money, man.

Bro, I could've bought my
uncle's farm over a year ago.

Diosa was doing great.

I wasn't ready to step away.

And you're the one jamming me
about speeding up the end game?

Yeah, well, you know, you seek
out the people that you need, right?

I saw you making all
the same mistakes.

Maybe I was just
yelling at myself.

And now it's too late.

But you knew that
was gonna happen.

I guess I did.

You can't stay in uniform
and not play the game, man.

Yeah.

Now I'm gonna be looking for
guns, mano, and friends.

We're gonna be pushing back Dante
Ramirez and his Three Two

Crew, so you consider the money
for the girl a down payment.

A loan or money for
goods and services?

Another partnership.

That was brutal today.

I know.

Not the way I wanted it to go.

You sit down, please.

Thanks for backing me up.

I did it for Jax.

I'm gonna check things out.

You don't have to feel guilty.

I know Bobby was the
only "no" vote.

I don't feel guilty.

You earned it.

Yeah.

I did.

It's all here.

Let her go.

You okay?

Get me the hell out of here.

All right.
Tig's out by my car.

I'll be right there.

Sorry it had to come to this.

Yeah, me, too.

There'll be repercussions.

No trust.

Could be the end of an era.

Jax wants that era to end.

Yeah.

Just a matter of time before he

hands off all the gun
business to the Chinese.

But... that don't have to end

the Real IRA business stateside.

I'm gonna put together a
crew, run 'em independent.

Work out of the MC in Belfast.

I'm sure I could pick up the
lion's share of all of SAMCRO's

business- Italians,
Oregon, Washington.

They'd rather work with
me than Lin anyway.

How's the club react to that?

I'm a free agent.

I'll kick 'em back the same

thing Lin does- keep it clean.

I'll run it past the Kings.

Uh... I may need to lay
low for a minute, brother.

Was hoping to catch
a cargo ride

back to Belfast, regroup there.

Wait for some of the heat
to die down in Charming.

I know.

I'm asking a lot.

You're the only
American I trust, Clay.

Yeah.

I'm a real patriot.

Meet me here
tomorrow, half four.

I have a charter leaving
out of Mendocino.

Give you a lift.

I'm, uh...
I'm hoping to bring Gemma.

So long as she
doesn't pack like my wife,

there'll be room.

Thank you, friend.

How's the junkie?

She's angry as ever.

What were you guys
talking about?

That offer I made
you the other day.

I'm gonna work with the Irish.

Guns?

Yeah, independent.

I'm gonna pick up all the
business the club lets go of.

No politics, no beefs.

Just money.

Think about it.

It's my way of starting to
make up for all the damage.

He was kidnapped, Jax.

The Irishman told
me all about it.

Every detail- how he was taken
from your house, how you tracked

- him down in Belfast...
- He told you that to scare you.

Well, it worked.

Nothing happened to Abel.

I got him home safe.

Yeah, and you would

think that with a close call
like that that it might've

motivated you to get
the hell out of this.

But instead no, what do you do?

You knock her up, spit out
another kid, and throw your

entire family against the chaos.

And, you, how could
you live like this?

What is wrong with you?

You don't know
what I've been through.

Oh, bullshit.

You know I'm right.

My boys are safe.

And so are you.

Oh. And I suppose I
should be grateful, right?

Because you could've just left

me there, let them cut my heart

out or whatever those
IRA psychos do.

Tig will take you home.

This doesn't end with
me just going home, Jax.

You know, I wanted to
do this the right way.

Sane and sober.

But clearly, whatever is going

on around here is beyond sanity.

And I've got the proof.

Abel being kidnapped, the shit

that happened to me today-
I'm gonna report it.

And then I'm coming
after my son.

What do we do now, Jax?

That was not an idle
threat from Wendy.

What do we do about Clay?

Gemma?

This marshal?

I- I can't see it anymore, baby.

I'm sorry.

I- I've tried.

Wendy can't prove shit.

There's no record of Abel
ever being in Belfast.

And Clay and Gemma, that's
gonna work itself out.

I can promise you that.

And Otto and this marshal-

it ain't gonna add up to shit.

You're not going to jail.

Come here.

I'm gonna give you
a beautiful life.

Thank you.

Talk tomorrow, yeah?

Yeah.

Tig take Wendy?

Aye.

Get him on the phone.

Right.

Time to earn your rent, Chief.

You find out
everything you can.

U.S. Marshal?

Anything I should know?

Otto just killed his sister.

Tig.

Hold on.

You ready?

All set up.

Hey, can I talk to
you alone for a minute?

No.

We need to talk this shit out.

I'm sure the right
thing will settle in.

But today, if I get you alone,

VP, I'm gonna tear your
goddamn head off.

Yeah.

Hi.

You never asked me
why I lost the patch.

I guess I didn't want to know.

Originals.

Why?

I thought I
wanted the club back.

You know, money, weight.

I was wrong.

The only thing I lost that
matters is you, Gem.

You're the only
thing I want back.

I don't know
what to say to that.

Listen... Jax is gonna
kill me if I stay in Charming

right now, so I made a deal with
Gaalan to pick up some of the

gun slack left by the club.

He's gonna give
me safe haven in

Belfast until I think it
makes sense to come back.

Come with me.

Oh, Jesus Christ,

Clay, I can't just
pick up and leave.

You hire somebody
to help Chucky.

It's two months.

Besides, as tense as things are

with Tara, probably do you
some good to step away.

When are you going?

Tomorrow afternoon.

Gaalan's got a charter jet
outside of Mendocino.

There's room for you.

I'll think about it.

Really?

Yeah.

They say change is good, right?

You better go.

I'll sleep at my place tonight.

The ink will ruin your sheets.

Okay.

I'll check on you later.

Yeah?

You got a visitor.

Thank you.

Which one is it?

Top floor.

You pick it up?

Yeah.

I hit Kentfield.

It's ready to shoot.

Thanks, bro.

Jax, why you doing this?

Keeping life beautiful.

Who is it?

Jax.

What are you doing here?

Look, I'm sorry.

Everything you said tonight,

it's been ringing in my head.

Can we talk?

Please?

Where is your partner?

She's in Frisco with her mom.

Hey!

Tomorrow, I call
the rehab you work at.

I tell them you showed up at my
kid's day care, out of your

mind, babbling about him
being kidnapped by the IRA.

That you were held hostage.

And I tell them
you were high as

shit and I'm afraid you're
a danger to my child.

Then I demand a drug test.

No!
No, no, no!

Jax, please, no! No!

You don't ever
threaten my family again.