Sons of Anarchy (2008–2014): Season 5, Episode 2 - Authority Vested - full transcript
Jax and SAMCRO are challenged as past sins resurface.
Previously on Sons of Anarchy...
OPIE: Clay killed my old man!
CLAY: Opie found out the truth.
He's the one that shot me.
TIG: Why'd you lie, man?
JAX: I know you can't sit
at the table with them.
I want you in SAMCRO, but
whatever you decide to do,
I'm gonna back you.
OPIE: What I know is that the
gavel turns shit around.
JAX: I'm not gonna
turn into Clay.
OPIE I'm more afraid that
I'm gonna turn into you.
GEMMA: I just went by the
house to see my grandkids.
Who the hell decided to
put them in day care?
JAX: Me and their mother.
GEMMA: We can take
care of our own.
TARA: I don't think
you're up for the task.
NERO: Whoa, whoa,
easy now, love.
Was I that bad?
GEMMA: Who the hell are you?!
NERO: Nero Padilla.
I'm a companionator.
CANE: These two girls said
they witnessed guys on
motorcycles shooting a
black man in a SUV.
ROOSEVELT: Another two witnesses
came in, identified
Tig Trager as the guy that
ran down Veronica Pope.
TIG: I, uh, murdered
an innocent girl.
CLAY: The lie was to
protect Ope and the club.
UNSER: The county issued
warrants for you, Chibs and Tig.
GEMMA: I got a place you can go.
You'll be safe.
ROOSEVELT: Are you guys aware
of the violence that is
happening in Charming?
Two home invasions in
less than a week?
AUGUST: Gotta settle
things with the Niners.
CHIBS: What the hell is this?
JAX: This is Pope letting us
know he's the one who decides
who lives and dies.
DAWN: Daddy!
TIG: Stop!
DAMON: You know my
pain, Mr. Trager.
(Dawn screaming)
TIG: No. No!
(Clanging)
MAN: Go around back!
OPIE: Shit.
(Indistinct radio transmission)
ROOSEVELT: Sorry to
wake you, Opie.
We were hoping
that you might be
able to tell us where we
could find Jax Teller.
JAX: Yeah, keep an
eye out front.
I want to know who's
coming and going.
CHIBS: You want anybody
else up here?
JAX: Not yet.
Keep trying Tig.
BOBBY: How long have
you known this guy?
GEMMA: Not long.
I trust him.
CARLA: Come on.
There's a party
at the Marriott.
WOMAN: I hate the Marriott.
It smells like old dudes.
CARLA: Those old dudes
have money, Tinkerbell.
- Let's go.
WOMAN: - All right.
CARLA: I want them gone.
NERO: Sorry, Carla
doesn't like surprises.
JAX: Yeah, me, neither.
NERO: We're over here.
So, you guys can crash back
here in our therapy rooms.
No one'll bother
you back there.
There's a studio upstairs.
You might be a little
bit more comfortable.
Just let me know if
you need anything.
GEMMA: Thanks.
JAX: Why you helping us?
I don't know you, your crew.
GEMMA: I can vouch for him.
JAX: I'm not asking you.
NERO: Let's just consider
this networking, okay?
Maybe, at some point,
you get to help me.
JAX: Yeah.
CHIBS: Hey.
Found Tig.
The old Oakland rail yards,
but we gotta go now.
JAX: Shit. Okay, let's go.
GEMMA: They'll be looking
for your bikes.
NERO: Hey.
Blue pickup out back.
You want a note from my priest?
JAX: Thanks.
(Gasps)
(grunting)
(groans)
(groaning continues)
Son of a bitch!
(Phone rings)
CLAY: Yeah.
UNSER: You better get over here.
Your house.
CLAY: Gemma okay?
UNSER: She-she ain't here.
Don't wanna give details
over the phone.
It ain't...
(Clay snaps phone shut)
CHIBS: Tig?! Tiggy!
JAX: Shit.
Tig, I'm so sorry, brother.
BOBBY: Oh, man.
CHIBS: Jesus.
Mother of Christ.
TIG: Pope...
he burned her alive...
right in front of me.
Uh... he threatened to
do the same to Fawn.
I gotta find her.
JAX: The cop.
Is that you?
TIG: Yeah.
He's on Pope's payroll.
The other guy's a cleaner.
Help me get Dawn out, yeah?
JAX: Okay, Chibs, listen--
the tarps in the back of
the truck-- get 'em.
CHIBS: Yeah.
BOBBY: Come on.
Let's get them. Come on.
Come on.
UNSER: Coming over
to feed the bird.
My closest friend lately.
They smashed through the door,
three of 'em, maybe four.
CLAY: Say anything?
What they wanted?
UNSER: Not that I heard.
I got knocked out,
like, ten seconds in.
JUICE: Damn.
CLAY: Where's Gemma?
UNSER: I don't know.
Really.
Got no idea.
CLAY: It's a good thing
she wasn't here.
UNSER: I didn't know which
way to jump with this thing;
club problem, Charming problem?
CLAY: Ah, you gotta
call the sheriff.
It's the only way I collect the
insurance off of this shit.
JUICE: I'll get the
prospects to clean up.
CLAY: Okay.
This had to be black.
Pope paying us back.
UNSER: Yeah. Makes sense.
CLAY: You really come
over to feed the bird?
UNSER: She's on her
own trip these days.
I got no idea where she
goes or who with.
(Groans in pain)
(groans) Damn it.
Charmed life, ain't it?
JAX: Hey, we should
get out of here.
BOBBY: Give him a minute.
♪ 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 ♪
5x02
Authority Vested
BOBBY: Any luck with Romeo?
JAX: Just left him
another message.
Both him and Luis.
BOBBY: Maybe we should
reach out to Alvarez.
JAX: Romeo's the only one
that can protect us from Pope.
CHIBS: I'll call Juice, get
Happy, Frankie Diamonds.
We need some extra weight.
JAX: Yeah, okay.
CHIBS: Yeah.
NERO: Yeah, Hector
has the address.
JAX: Hey.
It might be a busy day for us.
This is for your time
and inconvenience.
If you need more, you're
gonna have to wait.
NERO: Nah, this is good.
You let me know.
I'll be around.
(Jax sighs)
CHIBS: We need to get
out of here soon.
All this activity, it
makes me very nervous.
JAX: All this activity makes
me think we're in the
wrong business.
(Knocking, door opens)
DAMON: What?
AUGUST: We found Goodman and
his cleaner in the pit with
Laroy and Darnell...
torched.
No signs of Trager
or the girl's body.
DAMON: Guess I shouldn't
be surprised.
Goodman was a sloppy nigger.
Clean it up.
We don't want the rest of our
city employees getting rattled.
AUGUST: Already done.
The other two Sons
have gone AWOL.
No one from the MC's
been picked up.
POPE: These white boys
are resourceful.
Dig into 'em deeper.
I want to know everything.
AUGUST: I got the Niners, East
Dub, couple other crews
hunting SAMCRO.
Between us and the cops,
we can flush 'em out.
DAMON: Maybe.
LOWEN: Eyewitnesses look legit.
20s, black. No priors.
BOBBY: Damon Pope bought
those witnesses.
LOWEN: If he did, we
prove that in court.
JAX: Pope doesn't want a trial.
GEMMA: He wants 'em dead.
TARA: She knows that.
JAX: I need time.
I got to secure us some
protection inside.
LOWEN: If I tell the D.A.
you're gonna turn yourselves
in, good faith gets you
about eight more hours.
After that, you're
fugitives evading arrest.
(Phone rings)
JAX: It's Clay.
See what he wants.
Mom, keep an eye on Tig.
GEMMA: Yeah.
(Tara sighs)
JAX: Fill her in about RICO?
TARA: As much as I could.
LOWEN: How do you know
there's a RICO case
against the Sons?
JAX: Otto Delaney turned.
Gave up Bobby's
involvement as history.
LOWEN: Why you?
BOBBY: Personal.
I was sleeping with
his old lady.
Otto got me up to Stockton
to tell me why he was ratting.
Then, after that, the
Feds picked me up.
I was in an ATF holding
cell for three weeks.
LOWEN: And they
dropped the charges.
JAX: Not exactly...
LOWEN: I can't do my job
with "not exactly."
JAX: The case is being
held over our heads.
I can't say who.
There's a chance it
could all crash down.
TARA: He's telling the truth.
LOWEN: Feds?
JAX: We gotta figure out
how to kill this case.
(Lowen sighs)
LOWEN: You'd have to prove
Otto's testimony was false.
That would close
off past crimes.
What do you have for present?
JAX: Gun running.
Someone gave him intel.
LOWEN: Current member?
BOBBY: Not sure.
(Lowen laughs)
LOWEN: It's gonna be really
tough getting details on a case
I'm not even supposed
to know about.
JAX: What about Otto?
Can you get to him?
LOWEN: My association with
the club, they won't
let me near him.
JAX: Can you get anyone
there to talk to him?
LOWEN: Depends how tightly
they have him locked down.
JAX: This is all confidential.
Nobody other than Bobby
and Tara can know.
CHIBS: Hey... Clay...
It's not good.
House was hit last night.
Home invasion.
Unser was there,
feeding the bird.
Got stomped.
TARA: Oh, my God.
JAX: My mom's house?
CHIBS: Yep.
JAX: Pope's coming
at our families.
BOBBY: This is not about
payback, brother.
(Jax sighs)
JAX: Okay.
Take my mom to her house;
sort out the damage.
Put the club on alert-- wives,
kids, everyone should
be looking out.
BOBBY: Will do.
JAX: Let's get that
goddamn address.
We gotta find Tig's
other spawn,
before this psycho
barbecues her.
All right?
Make the call.
Tell the D.A.
we'll turn ourselves in tonight.
Clubhouse.
And I'll double your retainer
while you look into Otto.
LOWEN: Fair enough.
TARA: Thank you.
JAX: - Yeah. Thank you.
LOWEN: - Yeah.
ROOSEVELT: Third
attack on the Sons.
Someone just ain't
feeling you guys.
CLAY: We're an acquired taste.
ROOSEVELT: You know
this is retaliation.
CLAY: I don't know nothin'.
I leave the crime fighting
to the professionals.
Look at this.
Took my whole goddamn safe.
ROOSEVELT: Are you clear
on what was inside?
CLAY: Eh, just personal
documents-- birth certificates,
that kind of shit.
I'm not too sure
about the cash.
Gotta ask my wife.
GEMMA: Jesus Christ!
BOBBY: Oh, man.
GEMMA: Oh, my God.
Wayne, are you okay?
UNSER: I'm, I'm, I'm fine.
It was like four of 'em.
Blind-sided.
I didn't have a chance.
Sorry about your
place, sweetheart.
ROOSEVELT: So you
weren't here, Gemma?
UNSER: No. Only me.
CLAY: Wayne was
looking in on her.
We're separated; I worry.
ROOSEVELT: So you have no
- idea who would want to trash...
GEMMA: - No.
ROOSEVELT: Any
suspicious phone calls?
GEMMA: Save it.
I don't know shit.
ROOSEVELT: Okay.
Well, I told the other guys, so
I'll tell you. If this feud
blows back on any innocents, I
will call Gang Task Force and
have Charming locked down.
If you remember anything,
give me a call.
CLAY: Find my safe.
TARA: Hey...
they trashed your mom's place.
(Jax sighs)
JAX: I gotta fix this.
TARA: You will.
JAX: Thank you.
You really handled this, babe.
These charges, Lowen, us
camping out here...
You're amazing.
CHIBS: Hey.
Got an address for Fawn.
Oakland.
Hamilton and Irving.
40 minutes from here.
Juice has got our ride.
TARA: No, but the APB went wide.
JAX: Give me a minute.
TARA: Can't you let
the other guys go?
JAX: I have to make sure
Tig's kid is safe.
TARA: What about our kids?
What happens if you're in jail
for a long time again, Jax?
You have sons.
(Jax sighs)
TARA: Shit.
I'm sorry.
(Wry laugh)
I'm really trying.
JAX: I know.
TARA: Go.
You're right.
Help Tig.
JAX: I'll be fine.
TARA: Okay.
(Sighs anxiously)
JAX: Let's get married.
Today.
TARA: Are you serious?
I thought you wanted to...
JAX: I don't want
to wait any more.
Whatever happens, Tara, I
want you to be my wife.
I always have.
TARA: Here... in a brothel...
wanted for murder.
JAX: Hey...
I'm all about the fairy tale, baby.
TARA: So much for romance.
JAX: Hey...
I killed a Fed for you.
Nothing says endless love
like capital murder.
TARA: Well, I guess that's true.
Who should I tell?
JAX: No one.
Let's just do it.
We'll do something for
these knuckleheads later.
CHIBS: Jackie.
We need to go.
TARA: I'll make the
arrangements.
JAX: I'll see you later.
TARA: Mm.
JAX: Make an honest
woman out of you.
(Tara laughs gently)
TARA: Good luck.
(Knocking on door)
ROOSEVELT: You forgot to tell
me something at the house?
UNSER: Maybe.
ROOSEVELT: Well, you've
got my attention.
UNSER: I was wondering if
you found any patterns
in these break-ins?
ROOSEVELT: You mean besides
the fact that they're all
pointed to your MC buddies?
UNSER: Yeah. Besides that.
ROOSEVELT: No. The victims
didn't see anything,
and if they
did, like you, they're
not saying much.
UNSER: This wasn't
black retaliation.
It felt more white to me.
ROOSEVELT: Really.
And how does "white" feel?
UNSER: Sloppy, clumsy, uh...
Beat down was
obligatory, not angry.
ROOSEVELT: Clay send
you over here?
UNSER: I wore a badge for
30 years in Charming.
I learned how to make
it work with the Sons.
And, yeah, I got a little more
comfortable with them
than I should have.
But I never did dirty work.
Still don't.
I'm going to be poking around
these home invasions.
I find anything,
I'll let you know.
I'd appreciate the same.
(Door closes)
TIG: Oh, shit.
Three deep on the porch.
JAX: All right, let's
do this easy.
Tig!
JAX: Hey, we don't know
the situation here.
TIG: We're gonna find out.
JAX: Looking for Fawn Trager.
TIG: On your knees!
(All shouting)
TIG: On your knees, bitches,
before I blow your coon bellies.
JAX: Tig! Put the gun down, man.
MAN: Chill, man!
JAX: Tig! This is what
got us into this mess.
(Tig groans)
JUICE: Ain't got no ink.
They're not Niners.
WOMAN: - Stop! Stop!
MAN: - Bitch!
TIG: Aw, shit!
FRANKIE: We got this.
TIG: - Fawnsy!
WOMAN: - You're hurting me!
- Stop!
MAN: - Shut your mouth!
TIG: Fawnsy!
WOMAN: Please, stop!
It hurts!
- Stop it!
MAN: - I'm gonna kill you, bitch!
FAWN: It hurts!
MAN: You like it when it hurts.
Who the hell...!
FAWN: Dad, no!
No, Dad! Stop!
TIG: I'll kill you!
FAWN: No! He's my boyfriend!
TIG: He's what?
FAWN: He's my boyfriend,
you asshole.
TIG: - But he was... he was...
FAWN: - Jesus Christ.
JAX: Wow.
TIG: I had, I had
to find you, baby.
You might be in trouble.
There's a guy...
there's a black guy...
he wants to hurt me, my family.
FAWN: Why?
What the hell did you do now?
TIG: Well... I-I, just, you gotta get
out of town for awhile, please.
FAWN: What about Dawn?
You get her to leave?
Or maybe you just
paid her to go.
FAWN: Oh, shit.
Dad...
Where is she?
FAWN: I hate you.
TIG: - Aw...
FAWN: - I hate you!
- I hate you!
TIG: - I know, I know.
FAWN: I hate you, you pig!
FAWN: I hate you!
FRANKIE: - Come on...
FAWN: - I hate you!
BOYFRIEND: - Baby, baby, hey...
FAWN: - I hate you!
JAX: - Whoa, whoa, whoa...
BOYFRIEND: - Let her go!
JAX: - Hey, hey, hey!
BOYFRIEND: - Let her go!
JAX: - Whoa, whoa... look at me.
FAWN: What did you do?
Sit down, please.
Sit down.
You care about her?
Do you care about her?
Well, then, man, you gotta pack
a bag and you gotta
get her out of town.
All right?
I'll tell you when it's
safe to come back.
Here.
Go on.
Go on.
CHIBS: Nothing from Romeo.
JAX: Shit.
Stay here.
I don't trust these guys.
Make sure Fawn gets
out of Oakland.
I'm going to call Nero, get a
lift back to Diosa,
wait for Romeo's call.
CHIBS: It's too dangerous.
You're not traveling alone,
Jackie, all right?
JAX: Chibs, we're safer if
we split up, all right?
I'm fine.
Just handle this.
CHIBS: Okay.
JAX (whispering): Watch.
(Door closes)
CLAY: Turn here.
BOBBY: Really?
This is Opie's street.
(Sighs)
Now, it wasn't easy,
what you did yesterday.
And all the guys
are spun out by
it all, but they all know the
history between you and Piney.
Nobody's gonna vote you out.
CLAY: Pull over.
BOBBY: You... you...
Does he know you're coming by?
(Brakes squeak)
I mean, I mean, you really
think this is smart?
He still might be pissed.
Maybe you are, too.
CLAY: Me coming clean about
Piney, the one guy
who needed to
hear it most wasn't
at that table.
Whatever happens, I'm good.
I'm sorry I didn't give you...
OPIE: I heard about Tig's
kid and the warrants, if
that's why you're here.
CLAY: No, that's not it.
OPIE: Then I got shit to do.
CLAY: You know, when you
pulled that trigger,
a part of me was relieved.
It's an easier way to go out
than dealing with this.
OPIE: What the hell
is this, Clay?
CLAY: I told the club the truth.
About me and your old man.
History escalated.
Kill or be killed.
OPIE: That's your truth.
If this is some kind of
bullshit apology then...
CLAY: No apology.
I ain't that stupid.
This is me telling you you're
walking away from SAMCRO
'cause of your hatred for me.
That's a mistake.
I'm almost done.
I'm half dead, for
Christ's sake.
Jax is the head of
the table now.
It's your time.
The guys are turning
themselves in today.
OPIE: They get
protection inside?
CLAY: I don't know.
But I do know this.
Whatever happens, Jax is gonna
want you at that table.
He needs you.
(Tires squeal)
JAX: Thanks for the lift, man.
NERO: No problem.
I, uh, got to make a stop
though; take about 15 minutes.
JAX: All right, cool.
NERO: So, how did that go?
JAX: As bad as expected.
NERO: Damn.
You guys are having
a rough run.
JAX: Yeah.
How long you been working girls?
NERO: A long time.
Just moved indoors, though,
like, uh, four years ago.
JAX: The escort thing
not get much heat?
NERO: Vice, they're always
sniffing around, but as long as
I got my permits in order,
I ain't making no noise.
They pretty much back off.
JAX: How's the money?
NERO: I take 25% in house,
30% for out-calls.
That's after taxes.
JAX: That's it?
NERO: Hey, it don't
pay to be greedy.
You know, you got to
treat your girls good.
They stay happy.
They all got regulars.
Feria, the money, stays steady.
JAX: How does your
crew work into that?
NERO: Oh, they get a
piece of my end.
Free pussy.
Keep away the competition.
So, I know you guys run guns.
How does that pay out?
JAX: Percentages.
And blood.
(Grunts)
NERO: Cuates.
Weapons, man.
That's a lot of heat.
JAX: Yeah.
NERO: So, uh, this whole
murder wrap, that's what,
retaliation blowback?
JAX: No, man, stupidity.
Tig, guy lost his daughter,
shoots first, thinks later.
NERO: Yeah, I got a couple
of those guys myself.
JAX: You run your crew?
NERO: Not anymore.
No upside of management.
JAX: O.G.
NERO: Since I was 15.
Everyone I ran with, though,
either dead or permanently
residing in the C.D.C.
JAX: You're still standing.
NERO: Lucky bust.
I spent my 30s in Chino.
Gave up the needle,
picked up some books,
saw the bigger picture.
JAX: And the bigger
picture was pussy.
NERO: Every picture
is pussy, ese.
(laughs)
NERO: So, uh, I'll
be back in a few.
JAX: Should I keep
the motor running?
NERO: Not unless you
want to pay for gas.
_
GEMMA: Why you chatting up Wade?
UNSER: Just making
sure he's okay.
Got hit with a home
invasion, too.
GEMMA: I know.
What's with the notebook?
UNSER: Oh, well... (knocking)
LOWEN: Sorry to bother you.
Tara's waiting for this.
I rushed through a
marriage license.
Can you take it up?
I'm late for a deposition.
GEMMA: Sure.
Thanks.
UNSER: Didn't know, did you?
GEMMA: No.
NERO: Hey, buddy.
BOY: Papi.
NERO: Come on.
You got it.
NERO: Who's that?
What do you say?
Odelay.
Odelay.
(laughs)
JAX: Was that your boy?
NERO: Lucius.
He's a badass.
Spina bifida.
He was born with it.
It's only gonna get worse.
JAX: I'm sorry.
That's rough, man.
What causes that?
NERO: Neglect.
I wasn't paying attention
during the pregnancy.
My ex was using.
JAX: Well, my first boy was
born with his insides
upside down.
Mom was a junkie.
I wasn't paying
attention either.
NERO: Pecados del padre, homes.
We got admirers.
They been tailing us
since we left my kid.
(Cocks gun)
JAX: All right, pull
down a side street.
I'll dump out.
They're after me.
JAX: You gonna slow it down,
or do you want me
to dive out at 60?
NERO: Hold on, ese.
JAX: What are you doing?
NERO: Seeing what these
brothers are made of...
JAX: I think they're made of
about two tons of
reinforced steel, brother.
NERO: I got to admit, part of
me is trying to impress you.
JAX: No need to impress
me, brother, or kill me.
(Horn honking)
NERO: Come on!
(Horn honks)
(yells)
(laughs)
That was fun.
Sorry, I don't get out much.
(medical monitors beeping)
DIRECTOR: Cut. Cut.
(bell rings)
Take five.
Yeah, go ahead.
(Indistinct talking)
IMA: You okay?
LYLA: Yeah.
- What are you doing her
OPIE: - I tried calling.
I didn't know that
you were shooting.
Can I talk to you?
LYLA: I guess.
OPIE: Glad to see the Saffron
sisters are still together.
LYLA: Oh, it's my most
lucrative title.
OPIE: You still just doing girl?
LYLA: Is this what you
wanted to talk about?
OPIE: Yeah.
Look, I was hoping that you
could take care of
Kenny and Ellie.
LYLA: Why?
Where are you going?
OPIE: I got to leave
town for a while.
I don't know how long
I'm gonna be gone.
There's 20 grand here.
Should take care of
living expenses.
LYLA: What the hell
is going on, Ope?
OPIE: If you can't, I'll
just take them to my mom's.
They love you.
Miss Piper a lot.
LYLA: Jesus, Ope, you can't
just spring this on me.
OPIE: I'm... I'm sorry.
I know that you're busy.
There's enough money here to
hire a nanny and sitters.
I can't tell you much
more than that.
(Lyla sighs)
I'll explain it all
when I get back.
Please, Lyla.
LYLA: Did you ever love me, Ope?
Or was I just a distraction
to get you to the next exit?
OPIE: You weren't a distraction.
I don't know if I
love anything.
(Sighs)
LYLA: A few weeks.
OPIE: Thank you.
CHIBS: Jackie, Jackie,
Jackie, Jackie.
JAX: Hey.
What are you doing here?
GEMMA: Messenger.
Marriage license.
JAX: Look, Mom, I didn't
plan it like this...
GEMMA: Don't you insult
me with an excuse.
Where's Tara?
JAX: Will you leave
her out of this?
I was the one who told
her not to tell anyone.
NERO: Hey, man.
Judge Cooper's gotta split soon.
We need to do this.
JAX: All right.
Aw, shit.
TARA: You looking for me?
GEMMA: Yeah.
TARA: Not how you
planned it, is it?
GEMMA: Not being invited
to my son's wedding?
No, it's not.
TARA: I meant Jax marrying me.
You hated the idea
14 years ago.
GEMMA: Life moves on.
We change.
I hate different things now.
TARA: Just say it, Gemma.
GEMMA: These were
mine and John's.
Figured you didn't have
time to get rings.
JAX: You all right?
TARA: Yeah.
JAX: We're gonna lose
our john judge.
TARA: I'm almost ready.
GEMMA: You gotta put
distance between us.
Own your place.
I get it.
But there is no one else who
understands what you are going
through right now
better than I do.
You remember that.
Now, I would like to stay and
watch you marry my only son.
You okay with that?
TARA: Yes.
COOPER: Okay, we're here to
join in legal matrimony,
Jackson Nathaniel Teller
and Tara Grace Knowles.
You're both here of your own
free will, intent on marriage?
JAX: - Yes.
TARA: - Yes.
JUDGE: Do you, Tara, take
Jackson to be your
lawfully wedded husband?
TARA: I do.
JUDGE: And you, Jackson, do
you take Tara to be your
lawfully wedded wife?
JAX: Yes, I do.
JUDGE: You have rings?
JAX: - No...
TARA: - Yes.
JUDGE: You can put 'em
on, if you want.
TARA: Gemma.
JUDGE: Anybody want
to say anything?
CHIBS: Aye.
JAX: Aw, Jesus.
CHIBS: Excuse me.
May the Lord hold you in His
hand, and may he never
close His fist too tight.
Beannachd Dia dhuit.
I love yous both.
JUDGE: Lovely.
By the power invested in me by
the State of California, I now
pronounce you husband and wife.
Uh, the witnesses need to sign
the license... and good luck.
BOBBY: Yeah!
(Cheering, applauding)
NERO: You okay, mama?
GEMMA: I'm trying.
(Cell phone ringing)
TIG: I'm really happy for you.
BOBBY: Hold on.
Jax?
A wedding gift.
JAX: Pope set us up.
There's warrants out for
me, Tig and Chibs.
We need protection in County
and we gotta make these
bullshit charges go away.
ROMEO: Local charges,
that's not so easy.
JAX: If you want our
relationship to keep running
smooth, you need me
alive and out of jail.
ROMEO: Don't let that
president's patch go to your
head, son.
JAX: I am trying to survive.
It ain't easy living on both
sides of the fence, jefe.
You should know that.
LUIS: When do you
turn yourselves in?
JAX: We're on our way now.
LUIS: That's not much time.
JAX: Come on, man, you're
CIA; you don't need time.
You keep us alive.
ROMEO: We'll see what we can do.
LUIS: What happens if
we can't get him out?
ROMEO: Let black kill him.
Go to plan "B."
LUIS: We don't have a plan "B."
ROMEO: We will.
JAX: You keep in
touch with Romeo.
Let Tara know what's going on.
And you keep Clay close.
BOBBY: No problem there.
He's all broken, man.
JAX: Yeah, I want to
keep him that way.
BOBBY: Yes, sir, Prez.
(Sirens wailing)
CHIBS: All right, laddies.
Our ride's here.
TARA: I love you.
- Please stay safe.
JAX: - I will.
Wife.
GEMMA: Don't you
worry, sweetheart.
We'll take care of your baby.
(Pounding at door)
MAN: San Joaquin Sheriff.
Open up.
GEMMA: Keep my boy safe.
CHIBS: You know I will, mum.
ROOSEVELT: I have the warrants.
LOWEN: They're ready.
JAX: Thank you.
♪
♪
(Motorcycle revs)
ROOSEVELT: All right, fellas,
look alive and couple.
Let's go.
(Indistinct radio chatter)
♪
♪
ROOSEVELT: So you
came to say goodbye.
OPIE: Yeah.
OFFICER: Hey!
Hey!
(Grunts)
DEPUTY: Don't move!
ROOSEVELT: You're
still standing here?
Get him out of here!
TARA: What the hell
is Opie doing?
GEMMA: He's staying close.
♪
♪
JAX: Is this you becoming me?
OPIE: How'd I do?
JAX: Not bad.
♪
♪
GEMMA: Is this okay?
NINO: Yeah.
♪
♪
AUGUST: Sheriffs are
picking up the Sons.
They'll be in County
within the hour.
♪
♪
OPIE: Clay killed my old man!
CLAY: Opie found out the truth.
He's the one that shot me.
TIG: Why'd you lie, man?
JAX: I know you can't sit
at the table with them.
I want you in SAMCRO, but
whatever you decide to do,
I'm gonna back you.
OPIE: What I know is that the
gavel turns shit around.
JAX: I'm not gonna
turn into Clay.
OPIE I'm more afraid that
I'm gonna turn into you.
GEMMA: I just went by the
house to see my grandkids.
Who the hell decided to
put them in day care?
JAX: Me and their mother.
GEMMA: We can take
care of our own.
TARA: I don't think
you're up for the task.
NERO: Whoa, whoa,
easy now, love.
Was I that bad?
GEMMA: Who the hell are you?!
NERO: Nero Padilla.
I'm a companionator.
CANE: These two girls said
they witnessed guys on
motorcycles shooting a
black man in a SUV.
ROOSEVELT: Another two witnesses
came in, identified
Tig Trager as the guy that
ran down Veronica Pope.
TIG: I, uh, murdered
an innocent girl.
CLAY: The lie was to
protect Ope and the club.
UNSER: The county issued
warrants for you, Chibs and Tig.
GEMMA: I got a place you can go.
You'll be safe.
ROOSEVELT: Are you guys aware
of the violence that is
happening in Charming?
Two home invasions in
less than a week?
AUGUST: Gotta settle
things with the Niners.
CHIBS: What the hell is this?
JAX: This is Pope letting us
know he's the one who decides
who lives and dies.
DAWN: Daddy!
TIG: Stop!
DAMON: You know my
pain, Mr. Trager.
(Dawn screaming)
TIG: No. No!
(Clanging)
MAN: Go around back!
OPIE: Shit.
(Indistinct radio transmission)
ROOSEVELT: Sorry to
wake you, Opie.
We were hoping
that you might be
able to tell us where we
could find Jax Teller.
JAX: Yeah, keep an
eye out front.
I want to know who's
coming and going.
CHIBS: You want anybody
else up here?
JAX: Not yet.
Keep trying Tig.
BOBBY: How long have
you known this guy?
GEMMA: Not long.
I trust him.
CARLA: Come on.
There's a party
at the Marriott.
WOMAN: I hate the Marriott.
It smells like old dudes.
CARLA: Those old dudes
have money, Tinkerbell.
- Let's go.
WOMAN: - All right.
CARLA: I want them gone.
NERO: Sorry, Carla
doesn't like surprises.
JAX: Yeah, me, neither.
NERO: We're over here.
So, you guys can crash back
here in our therapy rooms.
No one'll bother
you back there.
There's a studio upstairs.
You might be a little
bit more comfortable.
Just let me know if
you need anything.
GEMMA: Thanks.
JAX: Why you helping us?
I don't know you, your crew.
GEMMA: I can vouch for him.
JAX: I'm not asking you.
NERO: Let's just consider
this networking, okay?
Maybe, at some point,
you get to help me.
JAX: Yeah.
CHIBS: Hey.
Found Tig.
The old Oakland rail yards,
but we gotta go now.
JAX: Shit. Okay, let's go.
GEMMA: They'll be looking
for your bikes.
NERO: Hey.
Blue pickup out back.
You want a note from my priest?
JAX: Thanks.
(Gasps)
(grunting)
(groans)
(groaning continues)
Son of a bitch!
(Phone rings)
CLAY: Yeah.
UNSER: You better get over here.
Your house.
CLAY: Gemma okay?
UNSER: She-she ain't here.
Don't wanna give details
over the phone.
It ain't...
(Clay snaps phone shut)
CHIBS: Tig?! Tiggy!
JAX: Shit.
Tig, I'm so sorry, brother.
BOBBY: Oh, man.
CHIBS: Jesus.
Mother of Christ.
TIG: Pope...
he burned her alive...
right in front of me.
Uh... he threatened to
do the same to Fawn.
I gotta find her.
JAX: The cop.
Is that you?
TIG: Yeah.
He's on Pope's payroll.
The other guy's a cleaner.
Help me get Dawn out, yeah?
JAX: Okay, Chibs, listen--
the tarps in the back of
the truck-- get 'em.
CHIBS: Yeah.
BOBBY: Come on.
Let's get them. Come on.
Come on.
UNSER: Coming over
to feed the bird.
My closest friend lately.
They smashed through the door,
three of 'em, maybe four.
CLAY: Say anything?
What they wanted?
UNSER: Not that I heard.
I got knocked out,
like, ten seconds in.
JUICE: Damn.
CLAY: Where's Gemma?
UNSER: I don't know.
Really.
Got no idea.
CLAY: It's a good thing
she wasn't here.
UNSER: I didn't know which
way to jump with this thing;
club problem, Charming problem?
CLAY: Ah, you gotta
call the sheriff.
It's the only way I collect the
insurance off of this shit.
JUICE: I'll get the
prospects to clean up.
CLAY: Okay.
This had to be black.
Pope paying us back.
UNSER: Yeah. Makes sense.
CLAY: You really come
over to feed the bird?
UNSER: She's on her
own trip these days.
I got no idea where she
goes or who with.
(Groans in pain)
(groans) Damn it.
Charmed life, ain't it?
JAX: Hey, we should
get out of here.
BOBBY: Give him a minute.
♪ 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 ♪
5x02
Authority Vested
BOBBY: Any luck with Romeo?
JAX: Just left him
another message.
Both him and Luis.
BOBBY: Maybe we should
reach out to Alvarez.
JAX: Romeo's the only one
that can protect us from Pope.
CHIBS: I'll call Juice, get
Happy, Frankie Diamonds.
We need some extra weight.
JAX: Yeah, okay.
CHIBS: Yeah.
NERO: Yeah, Hector
has the address.
JAX: Hey.
It might be a busy day for us.
This is for your time
and inconvenience.
If you need more, you're
gonna have to wait.
NERO: Nah, this is good.
You let me know.
I'll be around.
(Jax sighs)
CHIBS: We need to get
out of here soon.
All this activity, it
makes me very nervous.
JAX: All this activity makes
me think we're in the
wrong business.
(Knocking, door opens)
DAMON: What?
AUGUST: We found Goodman and
his cleaner in the pit with
Laroy and Darnell...
torched.
No signs of Trager
or the girl's body.
DAMON: Guess I shouldn't
be surprised.
Goodman was a sloppy nigger.
Clean it up.
We don't want the rest of our
city employees getting rattled.
AUGUST: Already done.
The other two Sons
have gone AWOL.
No one from the MC's
been picked up.
POPE: These white boys
are resourceful.
Dig into 'em deeper.
I want to know everything.
AUGUST: I got the Niners, East
Dub, couple other crews
hunting SAMCRO.
Between us and the cops,
we can flush 'em out.
DAMON: Maybe.
LOWEN: Eyewitnesses look legit.
20s, black. No priors.
BOBBY: Damon Pope bought
those witnesses.
LOWEN: If he did, we
prove that in court.
JAX: Pope doesn't want a trial.
GEMMA: He wants 'em dead.
TARA: She knows that.
JAX: I need time.
I got to secure us some
protection inside.
LOWEN: If I tell the D.A.
you're gonna turn yourselves
in, good faith gets you
about eight more hours.
After that, you're
fugitives evading arrest.
(Phone rings)
JAX: It's Clay.
See what he wants.
Mom, keep an eye on Tig.
GEMMA: Yeah.
(Tara sighs)
JAX: Fill her in about RICO?
TARA: As much as I could.
LOWEN: How do you know
there's a RICO case
against the Sons?
JAX: Otto Delaney turned.
Gave up Bobby's
involvement as history.
LOWEN: Why you?
BOBBY: Personal.
I was sleeping with
his old lady.
Otto got me up to Stockton
to tell me why he was ratting.
Then, after that, the
Feds picked me up.
I was in an ATF holding
cell for three weeks.
LOWEN: And they
dropped the charges.
JAX: Not exactly...
LOWEN: I can't do my job
with "not exactly."
JAX: The case is being
held over our heads.
I can't say who.
There's a chance it
could all crash down.
TARA: He's telling the truth.
LOWEN: Feds?
JAX: We gotta figure out
how to kill this case.
(Lowen sighs)
LOWEN: You'd have to prove
Otto's testimony was false.
That would close
off past crimes.
What do you have for present?
JAX: Gun running.
Someone gave him intel.
LOWEN: Current member?
BOBBY: Not sure.
(Lowen laughs)
LOWEN: It's gonna be really
tough getting details on a case
I'm not even supposed
to know about.
JAX: What about Otto?
Can you get to him?
LOWEN: My association with
the club, they won't
let me near him.
JAX: Can you get anyone
there to talk to him?
LOWEN: Depends how tightly
they have him locked down.
JAX: This is all confidential.
Nobody other than Bobby
and Tara can know.
CHIBS: Hey... Clay...
It's not good.
House was hit last night.
Home invasion.
Unser was there,
feeding the bird.
Got stomped.
TARA: Oh, my God.
JAX: My mom's house?
CHIBS: Yep.
JAX: Pope's coming
at our families.
BOBBY: This is not about
payback, brother.
(Jax sighs)
JAX: Okay.
Take my mom to her house;
sort out the damage.
Put the club on alert-- wives,
kids, everyone should
be looking out.
BOBBY: Will do.
JAX: Let's get that
goddamn address.
We gotta find Tig's
other spawn,
before this psycho
barbecues her.
All right?
Make the call.
Tell the D.A.
we'll turn ourselves in tonight.
Clubhouse.
And I'll double your retainer
while you look into Otto.
LOWEN: Fair enough.
TARA: Thank you.
JAX: - Yeah. Thank you.
LOWEN: - Yeah.
ROOSEVELT: Third
attack on the Sons.
Someone just ain't
feeling you guys.
CLAY: We're an acquired taste.
ROOSEVELT: You know
this is retaliation.
CLAY: I don't know nothin'.
I leave the crime fighting
to the professionals.
Look at this.
Took my whole goddamn safe.
ROOSEVELT: Are you clear
on what was inside?
CLAY: Eh, just personal
documents-- birth certificates,
that kind of shit.
I'm not too sure
about the cash.
Gotta ask my wife.
GEMMA: Jesus Christ!
BOBBY: Oh, man.
GEMMA: Oh, my God.
Wayne, are you okay?
UNSER: I'm, I'm, I'm fine.
It was like four of 'em.
Blind-sided.
I didn't have a chance.
Sorry about your
place, sweetheart.
ROOSEVELT: So you
weren't here, Gemma?
UNSER: No. Only me.
CLAY: Wayne was
looking in on her.
We're separated; I worry.
ROOSEVELT: So you have no
- idea who would want to trash...
GEMMA: - No.
ROOSEVELT: Any
suspicious phone calls?
GEMMA: Save it.
I don't know shit.
ROOSEVELT: Okay.
Well, I told the other guys, so
I'll tell you. If this feud
blows back on any innocents, I
will call Gang Task Force and
have Charming locked down.
If you remember anything,
give me a call.
CLAY: Find my safe.
TARA: Hey...
they trashed your mom's place.
(Jax sighs)
JAX: I gotta fix this.
TARA: You will.
JAX: Thank you.
You really handled this, babe.
These charges, Lowen, us
camping out here...
You're amazing.
CHIBS: Hey.
Got an address for Fawn.
Oakland.
Hamilton and Irving.
40 minutes from here.
Juice has got our ride.
TARA: No, but the APB went wide.
JAX: Give me a minute.
TARA: Can't you let
the other guys go?
JAX: I have to make sure
Tig's kid is safe.
TARA: What about our kids?
What happens if you're in jail
for a long time again, Jax?
You have sons.
(Jax sighs)
TARA: Shit.
I'm sorry.
(Wry laugh)
I'm really trying.
JAX: I know.
TARA: Go.
You're right.
Help Tig.
JAX: I'll be fine.
TARA: Okay.
(Sighs anxiously)
JAX: Let's get married.
Today.
TARA: Are you serious?
I thought you wanted to...
JAX: I don't want
to wait any more.
Whatever happens, Tara, I
want you to be my wife.
I always have.
TARA: Here... in a brothel...
wanted for murder.
JAX: Hey...
I'm all about the fairy tale, baby.
TARA: So much for romance.
JAX: Hey...
I killed a Fed for you.
Nothing says endless love
like capital murder.
TARA: Well, I guess that's true.
Who should I tell?
JAX: No one.
Let's just do it.
We'll do something for
these knuckleheads later.
CHIBS: Jackie.
We need to go.
TARA: I'll make the
arrangements.
JAX: I'll see you later.
TARA: Mm.
JAX: Make an honest
woman out of you.
(Tara laughs gently)
TARA: Good luck.
(Knocking on door)
ROOSEVELT: You forgot to tell
me something at the house?
UNSER: Maybe.
ROOSEVELT: Well, you've
got my attention.
UNSER: I was wondering if
you found any patterns
in these break-ins?
ROOSEVELT: You mean besides
the fact that they're all
pointed to your MC buddies?
UNSER: Yeah. Besides that.
ROOSEVELT: No. The victims
didn't see anything,
and if they
did, like you, they're
not saying much.
UNSER: This wasn't
black retaliation.
It felt more white to me.
ROOSEVELT: Really.
And how does "white" feel?
UNSER: Sloppy, clumsy, uh...
Beat down was
obligatory, not angry.
ROOSEVELT: Clay send
you over here?
UNSER: I wore a badge for
30 years in Charming.
I learned how to make
it work with the Sons.
And, yeah, I got a little more
comfortable with them
than I should have.
But I never did dirty work.
Still don't.
I'm going to be poking around
these home invasions.
I find anything,
I'll let you know.
I'd appreciate the same.
(Door closes)
TIG: Oh, shit.
Three deep on the porch.
JAX: All right, let's
do this easy.
Tig!
JAX: Hey, we don't know
the situation here.
TIG: We're gonna find out.
JAX: Looking for Fawn Trager.
TIG: On your knees!
(All shouting)
TIG: On your knees, bitches,
before I blow your coon bellies.
JAX: Tig! Put the gun down, man.
MAN: Chill, man!
JAX: Tig! This is what
got us into this mess.
(Tig groans)
JUICE: Ain't got no ink.
They're not Niners.
WOMAN: - Stop! Stop!
MAN: - Bitch!
TIG: Aw, shit!
FRANKIE: We got this.
TIG: - Fawnsy!
WOMAN: - You're hurting me!
- Stop!
MAN: - Shut your mouth!
TIG: Fawnsy!
WOMAN: Please, stop!
It hurts!
- Stop it!
MAN: - I'm gonna kill you, bitch!
FAWN: It hurts!
MAN: You like it when it hurts.
Who the hell...!
FAWN: Dad, no!
No, Dad! Stop!
TIG: I'll kill you!
FAWN: No! He's my boyfriend!
TIG: He's what?
FAWN: He's my boyfriend,
you asshole.
TIG: - But he was... he was...
FAWN: - Jesus Christ.
JAX: Wow.
TIG: I had, I had
to find you, baby.
You might be in trouble.
There's a guy...
there's a black guy...
he wants to hurt me, my family.
FAWN: Why?
What the hell did you do now?
TIG: Well... I-I, just, you gotta get
out of town for awhile, please.
FAWN: What about Dawn?
You get her to leave?
Or maybe you just
paid her to go.
FAWN: Oh, shit.
Dad...
Where is she?
FAWN: I hate you.
TIG: - Aw...
FAWN: - I hate you!
- I hate you!
TIG: - I know, I know.
FAWN: I hate you, you pig!
FAWN: I hate you!
FRANKIE: - Come on...
FAWN: - I hate you!
BOYFRIEND: - Baby, baby, hey...
FAWN: - I hate you!
JAX: - Whoa, whoa, whoa...
BOYFRIEND: - Let her go!
JAX: - Hey, hey, hey!
BOYFRIEND: - Let her go!
JAX: - Whoa, whoa... look at me.
FAWN: What did you do?
Sit down, please.
Sit down.
You care about her?
Do you care about her?
Well, then, man, you gotta pack
a bag and you gotta
get her out of town.
All right?
I'll tell you when it's
safe to come back.
Here.
Go on.
Go on.
CHIBS: Nothing from Romeo.
JAX: Shit.
Stay here.
I don't trust these guys.
Make sure Fawn gets
out of Oakland.
I'm going to call Nero, get a
lift back to Diosa,
wait for Romeo's call.
CHIBS: It's too dangerous.
You're not traveling alone,
Jackie, all right?
JAX: Chibs, we're safer if
we split up, all right?
I'm fine.
Just handle this.
CHIBS: Okay.
JAX (whispering): Watch.
(Door closes)
CLAY: Turn here.
BOBBY: Really?
This is Opie's street.
(Sighs)
Now, it wasn't easy,
what you did yesterday.
And all the guys
are spun out by
it all, but they all know the
history between you and Piney.
Nobody's gonna vote you out.
CLAY: Pull over.
BOBBY: You... you...
Does he know you're coming by?
(Brakes squeak)
I mean, I mean, you really
think this is smart?
He still might be pissed.
Maybe you are, too.
CLAY: Me coming clean about
Piney, the one guy
who needed to
hear it most wasn't
at that table.
Whatever happens, I'm good.
I'm sorry I didn't give you...
OPIE: I heard about Tig's
kid and the warrants, if
that's why you're here.
CLAY: No, that's not it.
OPIE: Then I got shit to do.
CLAY: You know, when you
pulled that trigger,
a part of me was relieved.
It's an easier way to go out
than dealing with this.
OPIE: What the hell
is this, Clay?
CLAY: I told the club the truth.
About me and your old man.
History escalated.
Kill or be killed.
OPIE: That's your truth.
If this is some kind of
bullshit apology then...
CLAY: No apology.
I ain't that stupid.
This is me telling you you're
walking away from SAMCRO
'cause of your hatred for me.
That's a mistake.
I'm almost done.
I'm half dead, for
Christ's sake.
Jax is the head of
the table now.
It's your time.
The guys are turning
themselves in today.
OPIE: They get
protection inside?
CLAY: I don't know.
But I do know this.
Whatever happens, Jax is gonna
want you at that table.
He needs you.
(Tires squeal)
JAX: Thanks for the lift, man.
NERO: No problem.
I, uh, got to make a stop
though; take about 15 minutes.
JAX: All right, cool.
NERO: So, how did that go?
JAX: As bad as expected.
NERO: Damn.
You guys are having
a rough run.
JAX: Yeah.
How long you been working girls?
NERO: A long time.
Just moved indoors, though,
like, uh, four years ago.
JAX: The escort thing
not get much heat?
NERO: Vice, they're always
sniffing around, but as long as
I got my permits in order,
I ain't making no noise.
They pretty much back off.
JAX: How's the money?
NERO: I take 25% in house,
30% for out-calls.
That's after taxes.
JAX: That's it?
NERO: Hey, it don't
pay to be greedy.
You know, you got to
treat your girls good.
They stay happy.
They all got regulars.
Feria, the money, stays steady.
JAX: How does your
crew work into that?
NERO: Oh, they get a
piece of my end.
Free pussy.
Keep away the competition.
So, I know you guys run guns.
How does that pay out?
JAX: Percentages.
And blood.
(Grunts)
NERO: Cuates.
Weapons, man.
That's a lot of heat.
JAX: Yeah.
NERO: So, uh, this whole
murder wrap, that's what,
retaliation blowback?
JAX: No, man, stupidity.
Tig, guy lost his daughter,
shoots first, thinks later.
NERO: Yeah, I got a couple
of those guys myself.
JAX: You run your crew?
NERO: Not anymore.
No upside of management.
JAX: O.G.
NERO: Since I was 15.
Everyone I ran with, though,
either dead or permanently
residing in the C.D.C.
JAX: You're still standing.
NERO: Lucky bust.
I spent my 30s in Chino.
Gave up the needle,
picked up some books,
saw the bigger picture.
JAX: And the bigger
picture was pussy.
NERO: Every picture
is pussy, ese.
(laughs)
NERO: So, uh, I'll
be back in a few.
JAX: Should I keep
the motor running?
NERO: Not unless you
want to pay for gas.
_
GEMMA: Why you chatting up Wade?
UNSER: Just making
sure he's okay.
Got hit with a home
invasion, too.
GEMMA: I know.
What's with the notebook?
UNSER: Oh, well... (knocking)
LOWEN: Sorry to bother you.
Tara's waiting for this.
I rushed through a
marriage license.
Can you take it up?
I'm late for a deposition.
GEMMA: Sure.
Thanks.
UNSER: Didn't know, did you?
GEMMA: No.
NERO: Hey, buddy.
BOY: Papi.
NERO: Come on.
You got it.
NERO: Who's that?
What do you say?
Odelay.
Odelay.
(laughs)
JAX: Was that your boy?
NERO: Lucius.
He's a badass.
Spina bifida.
He was born with it.
It's only gonna get worse.
JAX: I'm sorry.
That's rough, man.
What causes that?
NERO: Neglect.
I wasn't paying attention
during the pregnancy.
My ex was using.
JAX: Well, my first boy was
born with his insides
upside down.
Mom was a junkie.
I wasn't paying
attention either.
NERO: Pecados del padre, homes.
We got admirers.
They been tailing us
since we left my kid.
(Cocks gun)
JAX: All right, pull
down a side street.
I'll dump out.
They're after me.
JAX: You gonna slow it down,
or do you want me
to dive out at 60?
NERO: Hold on, ese.
JAX: What are you doing?
NERO: Seeing what these
brothers are made of...
JAX: I think they're made of
about two tons of
reinforced steel, brother.
NERO: I got to admit, part of
me is trying to impress you.
JAX: No need to impress
me, brother, or kill me.
(Horn honking)
NERO: Come on!
(Horn honks)
(yells)
(laughs)
That was fun.
Sorry, I don't get out much.
(medical monitors beeping)
DIRECTOR: Cut. Cut.
(bell rings)
Take five.
Yeah, go ahead.
(Indistinct talking)
IMA: You okay?
LYLA: Yeah.
- What are you doing her
OPIE: - I tried calling.
I didn't know that
you were shooting.
Can I talk to you?
LYLA: I guess.
OPIE: Glad to see the Saffron
sisters are still together.
LYLA: Oh, it's my most
lucrative title.
OPIE: You still just doing girl?
LYLA: Is this what you
wanted to talk about?
OPIE: Yeah.
Look, I was hoping that you
could take care of
Kenny and Ellie.
LYLA: Why?
Where are you going?
OPIE: I got to leave
town for a while.
I don't know how long
I'm gonna be gone.
There's 20 grand here.
Should take care of
living expenses.
LYLA: What the hell
is going on, Ope?
OPIE: If you can't, I'll
just take them to my mom's.
They love you.
Miss Piper a lot.
LYLA: Jesus, Ope, you can't
just spring this on me.
OPIE: I'm... I'm sorry.
I know that you're busy.
There's enough money here to
hire a nanny and sitters.
I can't tell you much
more than that.
(Lyla sighs)
I'll explain it all
when I get back.
Please, Lyla.
LYLA: Did you ever love me, Ope?
Or was I just a distraction
to get you to the next exit?
OPIE: You weren't a distraction.
I don't know if I
love anything.
(Sighs)
LYLA: A few weeks.
OPIE: Thank you.
CHIBS: Jackie, Jackie,
Jackie, Jackie.
JAX: Hey.
What are you doing here?
GEMMA: Messenger.
Marriage license.
JAX: Look, Mom, I didn't
plan it like this...
GEMMA: Don't you insult
me with an excuse.
Where's Tara?
JAX: Will you leave
her out of this?
I was the one who told
her not to tell anyone.
NERO: Hey, man.
Judge Cooper's gotta split soon.
We need to do this.
JAX: All right.
Aw, shit.
TARA: You looking for me?
GEMMA: Yeah.
TARA: Not how you
planned it, is it?
GEMMA: Not being invited
to my son's wedding?
No, it's not.
TARA: I meant Jax marrying me.
You hated the idea
14 years ago.
GEMMA: Life moves on.
We change.
I hate different things now.
TARA: Just say it, Gemma.
GEMMA: These were
mine and John's.
Figured you didn't have
time to get rings.
JAX: You all right?
TARA: Yeah.
JAX: We're gonna lose
our john judge.
TARA: I'm almost ready.
GEMMA: You gotta put
distance between us.
Own your place.
I get it.
But there is no one else who
understands what you are going
through right now
better than I do.
You remember that.
Now, I would like to stay and
watch you marry my only son.
You okay with that?
TARA: Yes.
COOPER: Okay, we're here to
join in legal matrimony,
Jackson Nathaniel Teller
and Tara Grace Knowles.
You're both here of your own
free will, intent on marriage?
JAX: - Yes.
TARA: - Yes.
JUDGE: Do you, Tara, take
Jackson to be your
lawfully wedded husband?
TARA: I do.
JUDGE: And you, Jackson, do
you take Tara to be your
lawfully wedded wife?
JAX: Yes, I do.
JUDGE: You have rings?
JAX: - No...
TARA: - Yes.
JUDGE: You can put 'em
on, if you want.
TARA: Gemma.
JUDGE: Anybody want
to say anything?
CHIBS: Aye.
JAX: Aw, Jesus.
CHIBS: Excuse me.
May the Lord hold you in His
hand, and may he never
close His fist too tight.
Beannachd Dia dhuit.
I love yous both.
JUDGE: Lovely.
By the power invested in me by
the State of California, I now
pronounce you husband and wife.
Uh, the witnesses need to sign
the license... and good luck.
BOBBY: Yeah!
(Cheering, applauding)
NERO: You okay, mama?
GEMMA: I'm trying.
(Cell phone ringing)
TIG: I'm really happy for you.
BOBBY: Hold on.
Jax?
A wedding gift.
JAX: Pope set us up.
There's warrants out for
me, Tig and Chibs.
We need protection in County
and we gotta make these
bullshit charges go away.
ROMEO: Local charges,
that's not so easy.
JAX: If you want our
relationship to keep running
smooth, you need me
alive and out of jail.
ROMEO: Don't let that
president's patch go to your
head, son.
JAX: I am trying to survive.
It ain't easy living on both
sides of the fence, jefe.
You should know that.
LUIS: When do you
turn yourselves in?
JAX: We're on our way now.
LUIS: That's not much time.
JAX: Come on, man, you're
CIA; you don't need time.
You keep us alive.
ROMEO: We'll see what we can do.
LUIS: What happens if
we can't get him out?
ROMEO: Let black kill him.
Go to plan "B."
LUIS: We don't have a plan "B."
ROMEO: We will.
JAX: You keep in
touch with Romeo.
Let Tara know what's going on.
And you keep Clay close.
BOBBY: No problem there.
He's all broken, man.
JAX: Yeah, I want to
keep him that way.
BOBBY: Yes, sir, Prez.
(Sirens wailing)
CHIBS: All right, laddies.
Our ride's here.
TARA: I love you.
- Please stay safe.
JAX: - I will.
Wife.
GEMMA: Don't you
worry, sweetheart.
We'll take care of your baby.
(Pounding at door)
MAN: San Joaquin Sheriff.
Open up.
GEMMA: Keep my boy safe.
CHIBS: You know I will, mum.
ROOSEVELT: I have the warrants.
LOWEN: They're ready.
JAX: Thank you.
♪
♪
(Motorcycle revs)
ROOSEVELT: All right, fellas,
look alive and couple.
Let's go.
(Indistinct radio chatter)
♪
♪
ROOSEVELT: So you
came to say goodbye.
OPIE: Yeah.
OFFICER: Hey!
Hey!
(Grunts)
DEPUTY: Don't move!
ROOSEVELT: You're
still standing here?
Get him out of here!
TARA: What the hell
is Opie doing?
GEMMA: He's staying close.
♪
♪
JAX: Is this you becoming me?
OPIE: How'd I do?
JAX: Not bad.
♪
♪
GEMMA: Is this okay?
NINO: Yeah.
♪
♪
AUGUST: Sheriffs are
picking up the Sons.
They'll be in County
within the hour.
♪
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