Sons of Anarchy (2008–2014): Season 5, Episode 6 - Small World - full transcript
Jax brings a new proposal to the club with serious consequences.
NARRATOR:
Previously on Sons of Anarchy:
JAX:
What the hell do you want, man?
You're not dealing the coke,
you're muling it.
-What's your end?
-A hundred per shipment.
Now 50 of that is mine. I need a dead Son
for the Niner and the cop you killed.
-When that happens, you get out to earn.
-Word from upstairs...
...is one of you four leaves in a bag.
I got this.
MACKEY: We got a little action going.
Put odds on how long he'll last.
OPIE: Unh!
JAX: I'll find out who you are...
...and where you live
and then I'm gonna kill you.
We never rubbed up
against a guy like Pope.
I say we agree to his terms.
Maybe we can use this guy
to our advantage.
What advantage is that?
Those home invasions, that's gotta be black.
Eli, is that you?
I've got a gun and I'm calling 911.
[RITA SCREAMS, THEN GUNSHOTS]
MAN: Shit.
LOWEN: How do you know...
...there's a RICO case?
JAX: Otto Delaney turned.
Gave up Bob, his involvement, his history.
You have to prove
Otto's testimony was false.
-Can you get to him?
-No.
They won't let me near him.
I need you to fill out this paperwork.
-CDC approval?
-I'm gonna be doing some gratis work.
I was just telling my daughter how you
almost got her husband killed today.
Morning.
Morning.
Sorry, I just fell asleep on the daybed.
I passed out on the couch.
-Jax put us all to bed.
-Hm.
Where is he?
TARA:
Oakland.
Club business.
Hey, baby.
I have some meetings off-site today.
Want to stop by and check on them?
Okay.
Thanks.
Jesus Christ.
I know. Rita's in intensive care.
Who the hell is doing this to us?
This sheriff already thinks
these attacks are connected to us.
After this, he's gonna have
a gang task force up our ass.
Complicates everything.
None of these attacks
are coming out of my camp.
I know that for sure.
Then I need your help finding out who it is.
I need a name and I need a 20.
Because I gotta shut this shit down.
I'll see what I can find out.
Fifty.
Half of our last mule.
You're an impressive young man.
Yeah, I get that a lot.
I got a proposal for you and Samcro.
Does it involve children and bonfires?
You are currently hauling back...
...20, 30 keys.
Thirty.
If you were to double your haul back,
say 60 keys...
...I could move half of that in a day.
-Where?
-Reno.
Parts of Vegas.
I'd have the Niners distribute.
No bigger risk for you.
Thirty, 40, 100 keys,
it's all the same trafficking charge.
What's in it for us?
I pay you another hundred
on top of what the cartel gives you.
We don't take a bite out of any of it.
I don't know.
My crew wants out of the drug game.
What do you want?
Listen...
...you talk to the cartel, run it past your club.
In the interim, I'll arrange a sit-down
with the Mayans, Lin and the Niners.
If you decide it makes sense for Samcro, you
take the meeting, bring everybody up to speed.
If you pass on the deal...
...we keep things as is.
Fair enough?
Yeah.
Okay.
I'll also kick back 2 percent of my profits
on the 30 keys to you.
Gentlemen's agreement, just between us.
You make millions in real estate
and other legit trade.
Why do you still risk this shit?
-Is it the rush?
-I'm just a businessman, son.
My most profitable
and most reliable business is narcotics.
Always has been.
I've learned how to do it the right way.
With the right people.
There is no risk.
You let me know.
These home invasions
are a goddamn nightmare.
Yup.
It's a good thing we brought the sheriffs in
to assure our safety.
My point.
Sheriffs don't know shit about this town.
Not like Charming P.D. did.
Not like you and I do.
-Not much we can do about it.
-Bullshit.
Hale's only got six more months
on his term.
[ELLIOTT SCOFFS]
I'm not running again, Clay.
You gotta, Elliott.
After this Charming Heights fiasco...
-...you're a lock.
-You sure about that?
Hm?
Says here Tara Knowles-Teller
just applied for a commercial lease.
One of Hale's properties. Jax's old lady--
I'm guessing it ain't a taco stand.
Actually it is. Escorts.
You gonna tell me Hale just handed
the Sons a lease for prostitution?
-When did you get in bed with him?
-Jax...
...wanted that location.
He made that deal.
And Jax is running the club,
which means Jax runs the relationships.
Nah.
I control the relationships in this town.
Not Jax.
And I guarantee you one thing. Charming
ain't ever gonna become Hales-ville.
I'm gonna get you elected, Elliott.
Hey. Sorry, man.
You have that appointment at St. Thomas.
My nurse.
You stay the course, Elliott.
You stay the course.
How's she doing?
The same.
She fought back.
Gave one of them a pretty good scratch.
Good for her.
DNA?
I sent it to the lab.
Got you on mandatory leave.
Yeah, 10 days.
Anything I can do?
I'm not stepping away from this.
Understandable.
I'm here, you know.
Sounding board, whatever.
This has gotta be the East Dub crew
hitting me for bringing their guys in.
They answer to Damon Pope.
Doubt he'd sign off on hitting a sheriff.
Then it's the same crew
doing the other attacks.
Retaliation of some sort.
Either way, it's tied to the MC.
Yeah.
I'm starting to see that.
Mr. Roosevelt, may I speak with you?
I'm very sorry.
[SOBBING]
[CURTIS STIGERS & THE FOREST
RANGERS' "THIS LIFE" PLAYING]
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
I am very pleased by this, Clay.
Lung is looking very, very good.
O2 levels are in the mid-90s.
-You're doing the rehab?
-Yeah.
-Feeling pretty strong.
-I can see that. You heal well.
Unless you're planning on climbing
mountains, you won't need that.
Okay, good.
-So keep up with the rehab, no cigars.
-Mm-hm.
I'll see you in two months.
-Hey, thanks, doc.
-You got it.
How'd it go?
Uh, not so good.
I'm sorry, man.
[VENDING MACHINE CLICKING]
I'll meet you at the van.
Sure.
CLAY:
Hey.
How's Rita?
Didn't make it.
[SIGHS]
Jesus Christ.
UNSER:
Yeah.
Did you talk to Eli?
Not since she passed.
He busted a bunch of the East Dub crew
yesterday.
Must have been retaliation.
They'd be the, uh, obvious suspects.
-And Pope runs them.
-That he does.
That's what don't make sense to me.
Everybody knows
that Pope is tied to the streets.
But nobody can touch him
because he's too smart.
Attacking a cop's wife?
That ain't smart.
You got another theory?
It feels local to me, you know?
Like someone in Charming
maybe working out a personal beef.
Somebody stirring the pot.
Getting folks all scared.
Trying to tear shit up from the inside.
You got any proof of that?
Not yet.
But it looks like Rita
clawed back at one of them...
...and sheriffs are running the DNA.
Good.
Yeah.
Yeah.
I'll keep you posted.
Appreciate that.
Oh, you check in on Gemma?
I'm guessing this Rita thing
has got her shaken up.
No, I'll.... I'll leave the TLC to you.
Right.
[GEMMA GASPS]
Shit.
[PANTING]
How the hell did you get in here?
One of my old skill sets.
What is this?
CARLA:
Let's go to your bedroom.
Why?
What do you want?
[PHONE LINE RINGING]
Walk.
Hey, yeah, it's me.
Bedroom.
Yeah. It was.
No, no, no. I'm fine, baby.
No.
Just visiting a friend of yours.
JAX:
I pressed Pope on these home invasions.
He swears it ain't coming from him.
He's gonna dig into the streets,
see if he can turn up new intel--
Jax, you believe this guy?
Look, we all know who this guy is
and what he's capable of.
But what he's doing now
suggests he's telling the truth.
Like what, taking half our muling cut?
Like offering to double it.
Pope can push another 30 keys east
through Reno.
Talked to Luis,
Galindo can easily up the supply.
Now, what that means for us
is we'll haul 60 keys back from AZ.
Pope gives us the 50 he was gonna take...
...adds another hundred on top.
This guy realizes he can make a lot
more money if we're an ally.
You know, I've seen guys
like Damon Pope before.
I know how they operate.
They make you offers too good to pass up,
they line your pockets with easy cash.
Before you know it, you're wearing
shackles and calling him "massa."
My club is never gonna be anyone's boy.
Clay's right, man. This shit gets us deeper.
We're getting out of the coke haul.
That's a promise.
But for now, for me, this makes sense.
Let's vote it.
Everyone in favor...
...yea.
Yea.
No.
-No.
-Yea.
No.
I'm sorry, man, this is a mistake. No.
No.
Yeah.
Yea.
Aye.
Six-five. It passes.
You heading to the garage?
Yeah.
BOBBY:
Close vote.
Yeah.
Table's dividing.
I know.
Yeah.
You hear from Tara?
Not yet.
Well, it's a simple system.
The inmates fill out requests...
...and we screen them,
and you treat them as best you can.
Okay, so you give Bucky the form,
and then he brings you the patient.
Of course, anybody makes you uncomfortable,
he's just right outside.
-I think I got it. Thanks.
-Good. Good.
[DOOR BUZZES]
[DOOR CLOSES]
UNSER:
You gotta be shitting me.
Goddamn it.
Gemma!
Back here.
GEMMA: That's who you called?
CARLA: Thought you'd be pleased.
NERO:
Gemma!
Jesus Christ. You okay?
She's fine.
[SPEAKS IN SPANISH]
CARLA:
English, baby.
-I don't want her to miss anything.
NERO [IN ENGLISH]: Come on, Carla.
Just stop.
You gonna use that on me?
Get undressed.
-What?
CARLA: Naked.
In the bed. Both of you.
You are out of your goddamn head.
-Do it!
NERO: No!
[GEMMA GASPING]
Sweet brother. Or I'm gonna kill her.
NERO:
All right. All right. All right.
Easy. Easy.
Easy, Carla.
Turn around.
Get in bed.
Pope and the Sons
have settled their differences.
We're good with the Niners again.
Yeah, I heard about
the shift in management.
We here for a group hug?
JAX:
Maybe.
Pope wants us to double our haul back.
Sixty keys.
He's gonna push 30 east through Reno.
Stays clear of Oakland.
ALVAREZ:
Niners are in bed with Pope.
-How do I know his end don't flood my turf?
TYLER: Ain't looking for beefs.
We'll step and bag it, run it outside,
the same way you do up north.
JAX:
Nothing changes in Oakland.
Your gun deals and action stays the same.
-And I'm supposed to just trust that shit?
JAX: This came straight from Pope.
Look, anything goes wrong, I'll squash it.
LIN:
Oh, you'll squash it?
The MC running with
Pope's hit squad now?
No, I'm taking responsibility.
We gotta think outside the 'hood, boys.
Staying in Pope's sunshine
is good for all of us.
-You clear this with Romeo?
JAX: Luis.
He's good.
Cartel likes the idea
of being in business with Pope.
A lot happening with you
at the head of the table.
I inherited this shit.
Keep black in line...
...we're good.
Yeah, I'm good.
Like I got a choice, man.
JAX:
All right.
Hey, let's do this more often.
I miss you guys.
[CHUCKLES]
TYLER:
Let's roll.
LIN:
Come on.
JAX:
You got my name and address?
Yeah, but not the one you asked for.
I can't shake nothing loose on the
home invasions. Street don't know shit.
Then what's that?
AUGUST: Mr. Pope thought
this might buy some goodwill.
Prove his intentions are
aboveboard and looking forward.
How do I know this is the right place?
Shit.
No children.
Wife works till 6.
There's a chicken place around the corner.
Your crew can meet you there.
Call Tig, have him bring the wagon.
[PHONE BEEPS]
Now what?
Get him hard.
GEMMA:
What?
Suck his dick.
Jesus Christ.
Carla. Easy, easy, easy.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
All right.
[GEMMA SOBBING]
NERO:
I'm not doing it.
I'm not doing it. I'm not doing it!
Get back in bed.
[NERO SPEAKS IN SPANISH]
NERO [IN ENGLISH]:
Go ahead.
[SPEAKING IN SPANISH]
[IN ENGLISH]
Go ahead, Carla. Now, go ahead.
Come on. Come on, do it.
Yeah, do it! Do it!
I'm sorry. I just wanted to go out
watching you do your thing.
NERO: No, no, no!
GEMMA: Aah!
-Oh! No! No.
-Ah! Ah!
[NERO SOBBING]
[SPEAKING IN SPANISH]
She called you "sweet brother."
Who was she?
[IN ENGLISH]
Sis-- Half-sister.
I found her down in Berdoo...
...put her in rehab.
Got her on the right meds.
Carla was the one that helped me.
She helped me turn legit.
Yeah, she was in love with you.
Yeah.
-The sister thing made that a little messy. Heh.
-Yeah.
Yeah, I can see that.
I guess all this stuff with you,
it stirred it up...
...and she stopped taking her meds.
Oh, man.
I'm sorry.
[NERO SCOFFS]
I don't know what to do here.
No cops.
It only complicates shit.
She have any other family?
No, no, no. No family.
All right, then we do it off the books.
Yeah.
Yeah, okay.
All right, now go and you make sure
your other girls are in one piece.
I'll take care of her.
Hey, hey, hey.
Come on.
It's gonna be okay.
-Thank you.
-Yeah.
[SIGHS]
[CHATTERING OVER POLICE RADIO]
[CELL PHONE BUZZING]
UNSER [ON RECORDING]:
Hi, this is Wayne. You know what to do.
[SIGHS]
Hope you're happy, bitch.
[PHONE BEEPS]
[GENE CASEY'S "MAÑANA, MAÑANA"
PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]
Hey, shit bag.
Don't.
Don't.
JAX:
Remember me?
I keep my promises.
[SHOTGUN COCKS]
SOOKIE:
Get out of my house.
TIG:
God.
JAX: Let's tie this bitch up.
CHIBS: Come here, you prick.
[SOOKIE MUMBLING]
CHIBS:
Let's go.
[SOBBING]
This one's a problem.
No, she's not.
CHIBS:
What the hell you doing?
Jesus Christ, Tig.
[MACKEY GRUNTING]
She's collateral damage.
Ope's murder.
[MACKEY SOBBING]
Yeah? And what about him?
[SOBBING]
Find a pipe.
MAN [ON PA]: Inmate exchange will be
open today from 2 p.m. to 4:30 only.
OTTO:
Tell the guard I don't need med care.
TARA:
I know.
My name is Tara Knowles, Otto.
My husband is Jax Teller.
I remember you.
The feds won't let the club see you.
I volunteered here
because I have some things I need to tell you.
Things?
The club didn't betray you.
What Bobby told you was the truth.
Don't.
-Otto, please--
-No, I'm done with this shit.
What happened to Bobby is on Bobby.
I'm dead soon, doc. Just leave me alone.
TARA:
Bobby got out.
The feds have stalled the RICO case.
Jax and Bobby are the only ones
who know about it.
Feds need you, Otto.
Your execution stalls with the case.
It could be years.
Jax knows you're angry, but the club
needs you to reverse your testimony.
This RICO case will kill Samcro.
Anything you want, anything you need,
they'll try and make it happen.
And they're gonna do that through you?
Yes.
Get on your knees.
What?
You said anything I want.
So get on your knees.
I'm not gonna do that.
Me either.
No more visits, doc.
Do not make me do something horrible.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
CLAY:
Jesus Christ.
You know why she did this?
Not really.
You and Nero?
Was he here?
That doesn't matter.
Yeah. You're right.
Look, I'm sorry.
I didn't know who else to call.
I don't want the club to know.
It's been a little rough with me and Tara.
Jax too.
-I just don't want them to--
-No, no, I get it. Um....
I'm gonna need a little help.
I trust Juice. He won't say anything.
Okay. Oh...
...l'm supposed to go see the kids
in day care.
No, you go ahead. I'll handle this.
You sure?
Thanks.
Hey, you mind if I, uh...
...come by later, check in on you?
I could do a sweep for crazy bitches.
Yeah, you can come by.
No pipe. But I found these.
JAX:
Small world.
Yeah, it is.
Take his gag off.
MACKEY:
Anyone figures out this was you guys...
...you know what happens
next time you're inside?
You wager how long it takes
to kill one of us?
MACKEY:
Please.
I'm sorry about your friend.
I was told to do it. It wasn't my call.
Don't pass the buck, man.
That's weak.
I wanna hear how sorry you are.
I am sorry.
Oh, God. I'm sorry.
Please. I'll do anything you want.
Help anyone inside.
Please.
I'm still not feeling it.
[SOBBING]
BOBBY:
We doing this?
I got this.
[MUSIC BOX WINDING UP]
[MUSIC BOX PLAYING TUNE]
[GASPS]
MACKEY:
Unh!
[GROANING]
MACKEY:
Unh!
CHIBS:
Jackie.
Jackie.
Come on. Come on.
-It's done.
TIG: Yeah.
[MUSIC BOX CONTINUES PLAYING]
-Figured I'd drop the bodies in Chigger Woods.
-Aye, good. But you'll need Happy.
And Phil. They get hikers up through there.
You gotta put them in deep.
-I will.
CHIBS: Hey.
You okay?
Yeah. I am.
That was really good for me.
Hey.
[PHONE BEEPS]
[PHONE RINGING]
Up high. Down low. Oh, too slow.
-Up high. Ah. Down low.
-Hey.
-Hi.
-Hi.
You.
Thomas asleep?
He went down right after he ate.
How'd your meetings go?
Boring.
Pointless, actually.
-Yeah. That kind of day.
-Hm.
Well, I got someone cleaning rugs
at the house.
-See you.
-Bye.
Hey, bye, bud. Good to see you.
See you later.
-Thanks for doing this.
-Yeah. Anytime.
Settled your score?
Yeah.
And you still think I'm responsible
for the attacks in Charming?
I don't know.
I'm trying to put together another scenario
that makes sense.
Your deal's a go.
The club and the cartel signed off.
Good. Glad it all worked out.
Next mule's in a week. We start then.
Look inside.
Close the door.
These attacks.
Friends, family, now cops.
All that blowback lands in your lap.
Somebody's trying to compromise you.
-So trust no one.
-Loyalty has contingencies.
Look, you know what happens
if I take a bullet?
Yeah.
Your hit squad settles the score.
Independent security contractors.
First one who kills my killer gets $5 million.
Fear protects me, greed insures it.
Well, the next time I have a spare 5 mil,
I'll hire myself some assassins.
You don't need money, Jackson.
Just the ability to see the inevitable.
Have a good night.
GEMMA:
Hey, I tried calling you.
Oh, yeah?
What do you need now?
Nothing. I was just, uh....
I was just checking in.
I guess you heard about Rita.
Yeah.
-Crazy shit.
-That it is.
I gotta check on Eli.
And where's he land with this?
He lands with a dead wife.
Hey, what's going on with you?
This Nero guy.
What the hell is it?
-He's a friend.
-Heh. I see.
A friend.
Am I a friend, Gemma?
Yeah.
Same kind of friend?
Oh, Christ. I can't do this right now.
And when should we do this, Gemma, huh?
Next time you kiss me?
Look, I'm sorry, Wayne.
I love you, sweetheart.
But you gotta trust me.
If we hooked up right now,
it would just ruin us.
There ain't no "us," Gemma.
And you got no friends.
You just got people
that would do shit for you.
And then you throw the poor suckers a smile
and a promise to keep them coming back.
-All right. I get it. You're pissed.
-It ain't just me.
Open your eyes, mother.
Everybody knows who you are.
Jax and Tara, they ain't ever gonna let
you do to their family...
...what you did to J.T. and your own boys.
You better wrap your head around that fact.
Because you're gonna die alone.
Just like me.
[HORN HONKING]
Pull over!
-Piss off, asshole.
-I said, pull over!
[TIRES SCREECHING]
[TIRES SCREECH]
JAX: Bobby!
-Bobby!
BOBBY: Jesus.
JAX: Bobby.
Are you good?
BOBBY: Hold on. Oh, you.
CHIBS: What's your problem?
You doony bastard.
JAX: Oh, nice.
CHIBS: Oh, really?
-Come on!
ROOSEVELT: Oh, really?
BOBBY:
Help me bend these bars back.
That was some outlaw shit, man.
I'm sorry about your wife.
It's tied to you guys. I know it is.
Look, man, no one wants these attacks
to end more than me.
If Samcro takes the heat,
all of this shit lands in my lap.
Well, you reap what you sow.
I'm gonna crush your club.
I just had a conversation with Damon Pope.
He assures me these attacks aren't him.
Which means we ain't the cause.
Now, why would you be sitting down
with Pope?
Let's just say
we've reached an understanding.
One that stops getting people killed.
Why don't we consider the same thing?
Help each other find these scumbags
that are shitting on our town.
First Unser, now the MC.
Just a few brothers working together, huh?
I can't imagine how much pain
you're in right now...
...but we ain't the cause.
Please, let me know if I can help.
And don't do this again.
TIG:
That's good.
HAPPY:
Here.
[GRUNTS]
Should we say a prayer or anything?
Yeah.
-Hey, baby Jesus, here comes some shit.
-Amen.
[GRUNTING]
Fill in the goddamn hole.
Now I know how Tig feels.
-What?
-Nothing. Close it up.
Hey, Gemma?
NERO:
Gemma?
CLAY:
She ain't here.
Okay.
Well, you see her, tell her I came by.
I cleaned things up.
Your girl, she's being cremated.
I'll get you the ashes,
you wanna do something with them.
Yeah.
I appreciate that.
This thing...
...with Gemma.
-Is it going anywhere?
-Come on, man, I'm not gonna answer that.
Man to man.
Just tell me.
I don't know.
That's the truth.
[THE HOWLS' "WEIGHT" PLAYING
OVER SPEAKERS]
[DOOR OPENS]
-Hey.
-Hi.
-Did you get my messages?
-Yeah. I'm sorry.
I had to rush home for the boys.
How'd it go? Did you see Otto?
No. Um--
I put in a request but they were backlogged.
I'm back next week.
-Babe, you don't have to do this.
-I'm the only way to get to Otto.
I can do this.
I promise.
We know you can, darling.
How was Oakland?
Fine.
We're working things out with Pope.
He's not behind these attacks.
Otherwise it was a pretty quiet day.
Yep. Real quiet.
That's nice for a change.
Yeah.
I'm gonna kiss the boys good night,
then we gotta close up the garage.
TARA:
Okay.
[SIGHS]
Hey.
Let's go up to the cabin for a couple of days.
Decompress.
Yeah.
Um, I have some things tomorrow,
but after that, I'm good.
All right, let's go tomorrow then. After work.
What about the boys?
Bring them with us?
Just the two of us.
Who's gonna watch them?
Mind if I have a seat?
Mind if I don't give a shit?
[WARREN CHUCKLES]
My therapist warned me about this.
My insatiable attraction
to older, abusive women.
-Who's your mommy?
-Exactly.
Can I buy you a drink, Mom?
Why not?
[WARREN TAPS ON BAR]
-You need anything?
-I'm fine.
You did good today, Juicy.
Thanks.
-Good night.
-Good night.
[QUAKER CITY NIGHTHAWKS'
"COLD BLUES" PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]
GREG: Sorry, man. We didn't know
that she was gonna--
Idiots. You weren't supposed to kill her!
Previously on Sons of Anarchy:
JAX:
What the hell do you want, man?
You're not dealing the coke,
you're muling it.
-What's your end?
-A hundred per shipment.
Now 50 of that is mine. I need a dead Son
for the Niner and the cop you killed.
-When that happens, you get out to earn.
-Word from upstairs...
...is one of you four leaves in a bag.
I got this.
MACKEY: We got a little action going.
Put odds on how long he'll last.
OPIE: Unh!
JAX: I'll find out who you are...
...and where you live
and then I'm gonna kill you.
We never rubbed up
against a guy like Pope.
I say we agree to his terms.
Maybe we can use this guy
to our advantage.
What advantage is that?
Those home invasions, that's gotta be black.
Eli, is that you?
I've got a gun and I'm calling 911.
[RITA SCREAMS, THEN GUNSHOTS]
MAN: Shit.
LOWEN: How do you know...
...there's a RICO case?
JAX: Otto Delaney turned.
Gave up Bob, his involvement, his history.
You have to prove
Otto's testimony was false.
-Can you get to him?
-No.
They won't let me near him.
I need you to fill out this paperwork.
-CDC approval?
-I'm gonna be doing some gratis work.
I was just telling my daughter how you
almost got her husband killed today.
Morning.
Morning.
Sorry, I just fell asleep on the daybed.
I passed out on the couch.
-Jax put us all to bed.
-Hm.
Where is he?
TARA:
Oakland.
Club business.
Hey, baby.
I have some meetings off-site today.
Want to stop by and check on them?
Okay.
Thanks.
Jesus Christ.
I know. Rita's in intensive care.
Who the hell is doing this to us?
This sheriff already thinks
these attacks are connected to us.
After this, he's gonna have
a gang task force up our ass.
Complicates everything.
None of these attacks
are coming out of my camp.
I know that for sure.
Then I need your help finding out who it is.
I need a name and I need a 20.
Because I gotta shut this shit down.
I'll see what I can find out.
Fifty.
Half of our last mule.
You're an impressive young man.
Yeah, I get that a lot.
I got a proposal for you and Samcro.
Does it involve children and bonfires?
You are currently hauling back...
...20, 30 keys.
Thirty.
If you were to double your haul back,
say 60 keys...
...I could move half of that in a day.
-Where?
-Reno.
Parts of Vegas.
I'd have the Niners distribute.
No bigger risk for you.
Thirty, 40, 100 keys,
it's all the same trafficking charge.
What's in it for us?
I pay you another hundred
on top of what the cartel gives you.
We don't take a bite out of any of it.
I don't know.
My crew wants out of the drug game.
What do you want?
Listen...
...you talk to the cartel, run it past your club.
In the interim, I'll arrange a sit-down
with the Mayans, Lin and the Niners.
If you decide it makes sense for Samcro, you
take the meeting, bring everybody up to speed.
If you pass on the deal...
...we keep things as is.
Fair enough?
Yeah.
Okay.
I'll also kick back 2 percent of my profits
on the 30 keys to you.
Gentlemen's agreement, just between us.
You make millions in real estate
and other legit trade.
Why do you still risk this shit?
-Is it the rush?
-I'm just a businessman, son.
My most profitable
and most reliable business is narcotics.
Always has been.
I've learned how to do it the right way.
With the right people.
There is no risk.
You let me know.
These home invasions
are a goddamn nightmare.
Yup.
It's a good thing we brought the sheriffs in
to assure our safety.
My point.
Sheriffs don't know shit about this town.
Not like Charming P.D. did.
Not like you and I do.
-Not much we can do about it.
-Bullshit.
Hale's only got six more months
on his term.
[ELLIOTT SCOFFS]
I'm not running again, Clay.
You gotta, Elliott.
After this Charming Heights fiasco...
-...you're a lock.
-You sure about that?
Hm?
Says here Tara Knowles-Teller
just applied for a commercial lease.
One of Hale's properties. Jax's old lady--
I'm guessing it ain't a taco stand.
Actually it is. Escorts.
You gonna tell me Hale just handed
the Sons a lease for prostitution?
-When did you get in bed with him?
-Jax...
...wanted that location.
He made that deal.
And Jax is running the club,
which means Jax runs the relationships.
Nah.
I control the relationships in this town.
Not Jax.
And I guarantee you one thing. Charming
ain't ever gonna become Hales-ville.
I'm gonna get you elected, Elliott.
Hey. Sorry, man.
You have that appointment at St. Thomas.
My nurse.
You stay the course, Elliott.
You stay the course.
How's she doing?
The same.
She fought back.
Gave one of them a pretty good scratch.
Good for her.
DNA?
I sent it to the lab.
Got you on mandatory leave.
Yeah, 10 days.
Anything I can do?
I'm not stepping away from this.
Understandable.
I'm here, you know.
Sounding board, whatever.
This has gotta be the East Dub crew
hitting me for bringing their guys in.
They answer to Damon Pope.
Doubt he'd sign off on hitting a sheriff.
Then it's the same crew
doing the other attacks.
Retaliation of some sort.
Either way, it's tied to the MC.
Yeah.
I'm starting to see that.
Mr. Roosevelt, may I speak with you?
I'm very sorry.
[SOBBING]
[CURTIS STIGERS & THE FOREST
RANGERS' "THIS LIFE" PLAYING]
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
I am very pleased by this, Clay.
Lung is looking very, very good.
O2 levels are in the mid-90s.
-You're doing the rehab?
-Yeah.
-Feeling pretty strong.
-I can see that. You heal well.
Unless you're planning on climbing
mountains, you won't need that.
Okay, good.
-So keep up with the rehab, no cigars.
-Mm-hm.
I'll see you in two months.
-Hey, thanks, doc.
-You got it.
How'd it go?
Uh, not so good.
I'm sorry, man.
[VENDING MACHINE CLICKING]
I'll meet you at the van.
Sure.
CLAY:
Hey.
How's Rita?
Didn't make it.
[SIGHS]
Jesus Christ.
UNSER:
Yeah.
Did you talk to Eli?
Not since she passed.
He busted a bunch of the East Dub crew
yesterday.
Must have been retaliation.
They'd be the, uh, obvious suspects.
-And Pope runs them.
-That he does.
That's what don't make sense to me.
Everybody knows
that Pope is tied to the streets.
But nobody can touch him
because he's too smart.
Attacking a cop's wife?
That ain't smart.
You got another theory?
It feels local to me, you know?
Like someone in Charming
maybe working out a personal beef.
Somebody stirring the pot.
Getting folks all scared.
Trying to tear shit up from the inside.
You got any proof of that?
Not yet.
But it looks like Rita
clawed back at one of them...
...and sheriffs are running the DNA.
Good.
Yeah.
Yeah.
I'll keep you posted.
Appreciate that.
Oh, you check in on Gemma?
I'm guessing this Rita thing
has got her shaken up.
No, I'll.... I'll leave the TLC to you.
Right.
[GEMMA GASPS]
Shit.
[PANTING]
How the hell did you get in here?
One of my old skill sets.
What is this?
CARLA:
Let's go to your bedroom.
Why?
What do you want?
[PHONE LINE RINGING]
Walk.
Hey, yeah, it's me.
Bedroom.
Yeah. It was.
No, no, no. I'm fine, baby.
No.
Just visiting a friend of yours.
JAX:
I pressed Pope on these home invasions.
He swears it ain't coming from him.
He's gonna dig into the streets,
see if he can turn up new intel--
Jax, you believe this guy?
Look, we all know who this guy is
and what he's capable of.
But what he's doing now
suggests he's telling the truth.
Like what, taking half our muling cut?
Like offering to double it.
Pope can push another 30 keys east
through Reno.
Talked to Luis,
Galindo can easily up the supply.
Now, what that means for us
is we'll haul 60 keys back from AZ.
Pope gives us the 50 he was gonna take...
...adds another hundred on top.
This guy realizes he can make a lot
more money if we're an ally.
You know, I've seen guys
like Damon Pope before.
I know how they operate.
They make you offers too good to pass up,
they line your pockets with easy cash.
Before you know it, you're wearing
shackles and calling him "massa."
My club is never gonna be anyone's boy.
Clay's right, man. This shit gets us deeper.
We're getting out of the coke haul.
That's a promise.
But for now, for me, this makes sense.
Let's vote it.
Everyone in favor...
...yea.
Yea.
No.
-No.
-Yea.
No.
I'm sorry, man, this is a mistake. No.
No.
Yeah.
Yea.
Aye.
Six-five. It passes.
You heading to the garage?
Yeah.
BOBBY:
Close vote.
Yeah.
Table's dividing.
I know.
Yeah.
You hear from Tara?
Not yet.
Well, it's a simple system.
The inmates fill out requests...
...and we screen them,
and you treat them as best you can.
Okay, so you give Bucky the form,
and then he brings you the patient.
Of course, anybody makes you uncomfortable,
he's just right outside.
-I think I got it. Thanks.
-Good. Good.
[DOOR BUZZES]
[DOOR CLOSES]
UNSER:
You gotta be shitting me.
Goddamn it.
Gemma!
Back here.
GEMMA: That's who you called?
CARLA: Thought you'd be pleased.
NERO:
Gemma!
Jesus Christ. You okay?
She's fine.
[SPEAKS IN SPANISH]
CARLA:
English, baby.
-I don't want her to miss anything.
NERO [IN ENGLISH]: Come on, Carla.
Just stop.
You gonna use that on me?
Get undressed.
-What?
CARLA: Naked.
In the bed. Both of you.
You are out of your goddamn head.
-Do it!
NERO: No!
[GEMMA GASPING]
Sweet brother. Or I'm gonna kill her.
NERO:
All right. All right. All right.
Easy. Easy.
Easy, Carla.
Turn around.
Get in bed.
Pope and the Sons
have settled their differences.
We're good with the Niners again.
Yeah, I heard about
the shift in management.
We here for a group hug?
JAX:
Maybe.
Pope wants us to double our haul back.
Sixty keys.
He's gonna push 30 east through Reno.
Stays clear of Oakland.
ALVAREZ:
Niners are in bed with Pope.
-How do I know his end don't flood my turf?
TYLER: Ain't looking for beefs.
We'll step and bag it, run it outside,
the same way you do up north.
JAX:
Nothing changes in Oakland.
Your gun deals and action stays the same.
-And I'm supposed to just trust that shit?
JAX: This came straight from Pope.
Look, anything goes wrong, I'll squash it.
LIN:
Oh, you'll squash it?
The MC running with
Pope's hit squad now?
No, I'm taking responsibility.
We gotta think outside the 'hood, boys.
Staying in Pope's sunshine
is good for all of us.
-You clear this with Romeo?
JAX: Luis.
He's good.
Cartel likes the idea
of being in business with Pope.
A lot happening with you
at the head of the table.
I inherited this shit.
Keep black in line...
...we're good.
Yeah, I'm good.
Like I got a choice, man.
JAX:
All right.
Hey, let's do this more often.
I miss you guys.
[CHUCKLES]
TYLER:
Let's roll.
LIN:
Come on.
JAX:
You got my name and address?
Yeah, but not the one you asked for.
I can't shake nothing loose on the
home invasions. Street don't know shit.
Then what's that?
AUGUST: Mr. Pope thought
this might buy some goodwill.
Prove his intentions are
aboveboard and looking forward.
How do I know this is the right place?
Shit.
No children.
Wife works till 6.
There's a chicken place around the corner.
Your crew can meet you there.
Call Tig, have him bring the wagon.
[PHONE BEEPS]
Now what?
Get him hard.
GEMMA:
What?
Suck his dick.
Jesus Christ.
Carla. Easy, easy, easy.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
All right.
[GEMMA SOBBING]
NERO:
I'm not doing it.
I'm not doing it. I'm not doing it!
Get back in bed.
[NERO SPEAKS IN SPANISH]
NERO [IN ENGLISH]:
Go ahead.
[SPEAKING IN SPANISH]
[IN ENGLISH]
Go ahead, Carla. Now, go ahead.
Come on. Come on, do it.
Yeah, do it! Do it!
I'm sorry. I just wanted to go out
watching you do your thing.
NERO: No, no, no!
GEMMA: Aah!
-Oh! No! No.
-Ah! Ah!
[NERO SOBBING]
[SPEAKING IN SPANISH]
She called you "sweet brother."
Who was she?
[IN ENGLISH]
Sis-- Half-sister.
I found her down in Berdoo...
...put her in rehab.
Got her on the right meds.
Carla was the one that helped me.
She helped me turn legit.
Yeah, she was in love with you.
Yeah.
-The sister thing made that a little messy. Heh.
-Yeah.
Yeah, I can see that.
I guess all this stuff with you,
it stirred it up...
...and she stopped taking her meds.
Oh, man.
I'm sorry.
[NERO SCOFFS]
I don't know what to do here.
No cops.
It only complicates shit.
She have any other family?
No, no, no. No family.
All right, then we do it off the books.
Yeah.
Yeah, okay.
All right, now go and you make sure
your other girls are in one piece.
I'll take care of her.
Hey, hey, hey.
Come on.
It's gonna be okay.
-Thank you.
-Yeah.
[SIGHS]
[CHATTERING OVER POLICE RADIO]
[CELL PHONE BUZZING]
UNSER [ON RECORDING]:
Hi, this is Wayne. You know what to do.
[SIGHS]
Hope you're happy, bitch.
[PHONE BEEPS]
[GENE CASEY'S "MAÑANA, MAÑANA"
PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]
Hey, shit bag.
Don't.
Don't.
JAX:
Remember me?
I keep my promises.
[SHOTGUN COCKS]
SOOKIE:
Get out of my house.
TIG:
God.
JAX: Let's tie this bitch up.
CHIBS: Come here, you prick.
[SOOKIE MUMBLING]
CHIBS:
Let's go.
[SOBBING]
This one's a problem.
No, she's not.
CHIBS:
What the hell you doing?
Jesus Christ, Tig.
[MACKEY GRUNTING]
She's collateral damage.
Ope's murder.
[MACKEY SOBBING]
Yeah? And what about him?
[SOBBING]
Find a pipe.
MAN [ON PA]: Inmate exchange will be
open today from 2 p.m. to 4:30 only.
OTTO:
Tell the guard I don't need med care.
TARA:
I know.
My name is Tara Knowles, Otto.
My husband is Jax Teller.
I remember you.
The feds won't let the club see you.
I volunteered here
because I have some things I need to tell you.
Things?
The club didn't betray you.
What Bobby told you was the truth.
Don't.
-Otto, please--
-No, I'm done with this shit.
What happened to Bobby is on Bobby.
I'm dead soon, doc. Just leave me alone.
TARA:
Bobby got out.
The feds have stalled the RICO case.
Jax and Bobby are the only ones
who know about it.
Feds need you, Otto.
Your execution stalls with the case.
It could be years.
Jax knows you're angry, but the club
needs you to reverse your testimony.
This RICO case will kill Samcro.
Anything you want, anything you need,
they'll try and make it happen.
And they're gonna do that through you?
Yes.
Get on your knees.
What?
You said anything I want.
So get on your knees.
I'm not gonna do that.
Me either.
No more visits, doc.
Do not make me do something horrible.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
CLAY:
Jesus Christ.
You know why she did this?
Not really.
You and Nero?
Was he here?
That doesn't matter.
Yeah. You're right.
Look, I'm sorry.
I didn't know who else to call.
I don't want the club to know.
It's been a little rough with me and Tara.
Jax too.
-I just don't want them to--
-No, no, I get it. Um....
I'm gonna need a little help.
I trust Juice. He won't say anything.
Okay. Oh...
...l'm supposed to go see the kids
in day care.
No, you go ahead. I'll handle this.
You sure?
Thanks.
Hey, you mind if I, uh...
...come by later, check in on you?
I could do a sweep for crazy bitches.
Yeah, you can come by.
No pipe. But I found these.
JAX:
Small world.
Yeah, it is.
Take his gag off.
MACKEY:
Anyone figures out this was you guys...
...you know what happens
next time you're inside?
You wager how long it takes
to kill one of us?
MACKEY:
Please.
I'm sorry about your friend.
I was told to do it. It wasn't my call.
Don't pass the buck, man.
That's weak.
I wanna hear how sorry you are.
I am sorry.
Oh, God. I'm sorry.
Please. I'll do anything you want.
Help anyone inside.
Please.
I'm still not feeling it.
[SOBBING]
BOBBY:
We doing this?
I got this.
[MUSIC BOX WINDING UP]
[MUSIC BOX PLAYING TUNE]
[GASPS]
MACKEY:
Unh!
[GROANING]
MACKEY:
Unh!
CHIBS:
Jackie.
Jackie.
Come on. Come on.
-It's done.
TIG: Yeah.
[MUSIC BOX CONTINUES PLAYING]
-Figured I'd drop the bodies in Chigger Woods.
-Aye, good. But you'll need Happy.
And Phil. They get hikers up through there.
You gotta put them in deep.
-I will.
CHIBS: Hey.
You okay?
Yeah. I am.
That was really good for me.
Hey.
[PHONE BEEPS]
[PHONE RINGING]
Up high. Down low. Oh, too slow.
-Up high. Ah. Down low.
-Hey.
-Hi.
-Hi.
You.
Thomas asleep?
He went down right after he ate.
How'd your meetings go?
Boring.
Pointless, actually.
-Yeah. That kind of day.
-Hm.
Well, I got someone cleaning rugs
at the house.
-See you.
-Bye.
Hey, bye, bud. Good to see you.
See you later.
-Thanks for doing this.
-Yeah. Anytime.
Settled your score?
Yeah.
And you still think I'm responsible
for the attacks in Charming?
I don't know.
I'm trying to put together another scenario
that makes sense.
Your deal's a go.
The club and the cartel signed off.
Good. Glad it all worked out.
Next mule's in a week. We start then.
Look inside.
Close the door.
These attacks.
Friends, family, now cops.
All that blowback lands in your lap.
Somebody's trying to compromise you.
-So trust no one.
-Loyalty has contingencies.
Look, you know what happens
if I take a bullet?
Yeah.
Your hit squad settles the score.
Independent security contractors.
First one who kills my killer gets $5 million.
Fear protects me, greed insures it.
Well, the next time I have a spare 5 mil,
I'll hire myself some assassins.
You don't need money, Jackson.
Just the ability to see the inevitable.
Have a good night.
GEMMA:
Hey, I tried calling you.
Oh, yeah?
What do you need now?
Nothing. I was just, uh....
I was just checking in.
I guess you heard about Rita.
Yeah.
-Crazy shit.
-That it is.
I gotta check on Eli.
And where's he land with this?
He lands with a dead wife.
Hey, what's going on with you?
This Nero guy.
What the hell is it?
-He's a friend.
-Heh. I see.
A friend.
Am I a friend, Gemma?
Yeah.
Same kind of friend?
Oh, Christ. I can't do this right now.
And when should we do this, Gemma, huh?
Next time you kiss me?
Look, I'm sorry, Wayne.
I love you, sweetheart.
But you gotta trust me.
If we hooked up right now,
it would just ruin us.
There ain't no "us," Gemma.
And you got no friends.
You just got people
that would do shit for you.
And then you throw the poor suckers a smile
and a promise to keep them coming back.
-All right. I get it. You're pissed.
-It ain't just me.
Open your eyes, mother.
Everybody knows who you are.
Jax and Tara, they ain't ever gonna let
you do to their family...
...what you did to J.T. and your own boys.
You better wrap your head around that fact.
Because you're gonna die alone.
Just like me.
[HORN HONKING]
Pull over!
-Piss off, asshole.
-I said, pull over!
[TIRES SCREECHING]
[TIRES SCREECH]
JAX: Bobby!
-Bobby!
BOBBY: Jesus.
JAX: Bobby.
Are you good?
BOBBY: Hold on. Oh, you.
CHIBS: What's your problem?
You doony bastard.
JAX: Oh, nice.
CHIBS: Oh, really?
-Come on!
ROOSEVELT: Oh, really?
BOBBY:
Help me bend these bars back.
That was some outlaw shit, man.
I'm sorry about your wife.
It's tied to you guys. I know it is.
Look, man, no one wants these attacks
to end more than me.
If Samcro takes the heat,
all of this shit lands in my lap.
Well, you reap what you sow.
I'm gonna crush your club.
I just had a conversation with Damon Pope.
He assures me these attacks aren't him.
Which means we ain't the cause.
Now, why would you be sitting down
with Pope?
Let's just say
we've reached an understanding.
One that stops getting people killed.
Why don't we consider the same thing?
Help each other find these scumbags
that are shitting on our town.
First Unser, now the MC.
Just a few brothers working together, huh?
I can't imagine how much pain
you're in right now...
...but we ain't the cause.
Please, let me know if I can help.
And don't do this again.
TIG:
That's good.
HAPPY:
Here.
[GRUNTS]
Should we say a prayer or anything?
Yeah.
-Hey, baby Jesus, here comes some shit.
-Amen.
[GRUNTING]
Fill in the goddamn hole.
Now I know how Tig feels.
-What?
-Nothing. Close it up.
Hey, Gemma?
NERO:
Gemma?
CLAY:
She ain't here.
Okay.
Well, you see her, tell her I came by.
I cleaned things up.
Your girl, she's being cremated.
I'll get you the ashes,
you wanna do something with them.
Yeah.
I appreciate that.
This thing...
...with Gemma.
-Is it going anywhere?
-Come on, man, I'm not gonna answer that.
Man to man.
Just tell me.
I don't know.
That's the truth.
[THE HOWLS' "WEIGHT" PLAYING
OVER SPEAKERS]
[DOOR OPENS]
-Hey.
-Hi.
-Did you get my messages?
-Yeah. I'm sorry.
I had to rush home for the boys.
How'd it go? Did you see Otto?
No. Um--
I put in a request but they were backlogged.
I'm back next week.
-Babe, you don't have to do this.
-I'm the only way to get to Otto.
I can do this.
I promise.
We know you can, darling.
How was Oakland?
Fine.
We're working things out with Pope.
He's not behind these attacks.
Otherwise it was a pretty quiet day.
Yep. Real quiet.
That's nice for a change.
Yeah.
I'm gonna kiss the boys good night,
then we gotta close up the garage.
TARA:
Okay.
[SIGHS]
Hey.
Let's go up to the cabin for a couple of days.
Decompress.
Yeah.
Um, I have some things tomorrow,
but after that, I'm good.
All right, let's go tomorrow then. After work.
What about the boys?
Bring them with us?
Just the two of us.
Who's gonna watch them?
Mind if I have a seat?
Mind if I don't give a shit?
[WARREN CHUCKLES]
My therapist warned me about this.
My insatiable attraction
to older, abusive women.
-Who's your mommy?
-Exactly.
Can I buy you a drink, Mom?
Why not?
[WARREN TAPS ON BAR]
-You need anything?
-I'm fine.
You did good today, Juicy.
Thanks.
-Good night.
-Good night.
[QUAKER CITY NIGHTHAWKS'
"COLD BLUES" PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]
GREG: Sorry, man. We didn't know
that she was gonna--
Idiots. You weren't supposed to kill her!