Sons of Anarchy (2008–2014): Season 5, Episode 7 - Toad's Wild Ride - full transcript

Previously on
Sons of Anarchy...

Caracara?

Yeah, it's the porn
biz we used to handle.

Girls on that list,
they need a booker.

Diosa Norte.

Okay.

I remember you.

I volunteered here
because I have some things

I need to tell you.

The club didn't betray you.

This RICO case
will kill SAMCRO.



Anything you need, they'll
try and make it happen.

Get on your knees.

- I'm not gonna do that.
- Me either.

Let's go up to the cabin
for a couple of days,

just the two of us.

What about the boys?
Who's gonna watch 'em?

I love you, sweetheart.

If we hooked up right
now, it'd just ruin us.

There ain't no "us," Gemma!

And you got no friends.

Open your eyes, mother.

Everybody knows who you are.

- Can I buy you a drink?
- Why not?

- How's Rita?
- Didn't make it.



It looks like Rita clawed back
at one of 'em.

Sheriffs are running the DNA.

It feels local.

Someone trying to tear
shit up from the inside.

You weren't
supposed to kill her!

Sheriff's got skin
from her fingernails.

You're in the system.

Can't convict on just DNA.

His skin comes back a match,
murder blows back on all of us.

So what do we do?

Unser's all over this shit.

What, the ex-cop?

Ain't no such
thing as an ex-cop.

He knows these attacks are
coming from the inside.

Why does he give a shit?

It's personal.

Look...

you guys are gonna
have to get out of town.

Leave Charming for a few weeks.

And what happens with our deal?

We get you back at the head of the
table and we get a piece of your end.

Guns, drugs, all of it, man.

You promised us.

These break-ins were
supposed to put pressure on

Jax, not a homicide
investigation on me.

Shit, we didn't
wanna hit the cop.

- You're the one that sent us...
- You killed her!

- It was an accident!
- Tell that to the DA!

You're a hard man to find.

Can we talk?

Trouble?

Not sure.

What happened to your land?

Sold it to the county.

Cancer ain't cheap.

Providing overnight security
services to my former business

establishment... exchange for their,
uh... lovely setting.

They give you a badge?

What's on your mind, son?

I just talked to Eli.

I need to know everything you
got on these home invasions.

It ain't much.

Just a few leftover
bruises and a feeling.

That feeling got a name?

Come on.

You've been busy.

It's good to have a hobby.

How is it us?

We ain't trying to jam you up.

If it is Samcro,
it wasn't a club call.

We just want to know
who you're looking at.

I've been digging into the three
hits on the club, including mine.

They hardly took anything.

Just trashed the place, threw
a beat-down and split.

That ain't a robbery.

That's a message.

What about Roosevelt?

That one was a mistake.

They underestimated
the wife of a cop.

Pope would be the obvious
fall guy for all of this.

It wasn't black that jumped me.

Who has something to gain by
making the club look weak?

Turning the town and the
sheriffs against them?

Suddenly the pretty guy they gave the
gavel to, he ain't looking all that smart.

Who does it for him?

- Who's new?
- Nomads.

Look, man, we better
have some proof before

we start throwing
brothers in the mix.

Rita got a good
scratch into one of 'em.

DNA comes back conclusive,
we don't need a mix.

The Nomads are staying at
Lowell's old place on Bethel.

Why don't you stop by, tell 'em
you're a friend of the club,

just giving an introduction.

Feel those guys
out a little bit.

What about Clay?

Clay's my problem.

Clay takes back the gavel.

He keeps the drugs, the
guns, the cash flowing.

Cleans up before he steps away.

It's always been his
retirement plan.

It still is.

Oh, shit!

Where's my wallet?

Goddamn it!

Shit!

No!

No, you son of a bitch!

Ugh!

♪ 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 ♪

Where you taking it?

Hey. We're going up north
to the Easy Rider bike shows.

Do 'em every year.

Right on.

- How long you gone?
- Couple weeks.

I gave Juice my proxy info.

All my dues are square.

It's probably a good
time to split, all this heat...

home invasions, dead wives.

Charming's become a very messy
place since you guys showed up.

Yeah.

Where are Greg and Gogo?

Not sure.

Hey...

you should stay in touch.

See, I'm real close to figuring

out who's behind these attacks.

When I know, I need
everyone's input,

how we hurt the
guys responsible.

Whatever you need,
brother, I'm there.

Absolutely.

Morning.

Hey.

Wayne Unser.

I don't believe
we formally met.

It's Greg.

What are you doing here, man?

Friend of the club,
just wanted to stop by

and make an introduction.

Well, I gotta get
this done, so...

Don't let me stop you.

The other fellas around?

Dude, it's not a
good time, all right?

We got shit to do.

Oh, here you go.
Oh, hey, morning. Wayne Unser.

What's going on?

I was telling Greg I just
wanted to come by and say hello.

Yeah, well, we're in
the middle of something.

Oh.

Hey, you get into it with one
one of them crow-eaters?

What?

Scratches on your chest there.

Yeah, my girl likes
it a little rough.

Oh, I guess so.

Where you fellas headed?

You know, you ask a lot
of questions for a guy

who's just here to say hello.

Oh, that's in my nature.

Sometimes I forget I'm retired.

Yeah, well...
maybe you should remember that.

Greg, let's go.

Hey, nice meeting you.

Have a good run.

- Hey, darling.
- Hey.

- Hey. - Hey, I was just
showing the guys around.

Jackie boy, this
place is fantastic!

I'm so excited.

Are you doing good?

Yeah.

Nero's a good guy.

Hey!

Morning.

Looks like Lyla's
working out, huh?

Oh, yeah, she's great.

Any flack from Carla?

No.

I'm pretty sure she's moved on.

I just got a call from that
other crazy chick in our lives.

Shit.
What now?

Well, we'll see if
the manager saw anything.

The Armenians run the

chop shops around
here, so I got

my guys looking for the SUV.

If I wanted them to
come, I would've called them.

What the hell happened?

I crashed here last night
and someone stole my Caddy.

Someone?

Since when do you
drink banana vodka?

What happened?

I, um...
woke up to take a piss, and, uh...

he stole my wallet and my SUV.

I don't remember his name.

Jesus Christ.

Who are you?

This is why I called you
'cause I don't need that shit.

Okay.

I'm sorry you got
pulled into this.

She's a goddamn train wreck.

She's still your mother, ese.

Respect that.

You know, she's caught
between a husband she hates and

a kid she thinks hates her.

Women like your
mom, Jax--

they don't do so
good without family.

Hmm?

Go easy.

What's up?

Jax.

Clerk didn't remember nothing.

He said that whoever stayed in
that room paid cash for it.

Hey, listen.

My guys-- they found
the Escalade.

And the dude is there.

Go.

I'll get her home.

Sorry.

I didn't know anybody
was in here.

Otto, huh?

We're gonna have to say
something to each other

- sooner or later.
- No, we won't.

Jax should've killed me.

You and I both know I'm
living on borrowed time.

What? Now I'm supposed to
feel sorry for you?

No, you're supposed to hate me.

Like you do.

You're not on borrowed time.

To me, you're already dead.

Stay away.

What happened, Clay?

What'd you do to her?

Same thing I always do.

What do you want?

Greg the Peg just
called looking for you.

Sounded important.

Shit.

He showed up an
hour ago with the Escalade.

He's part of a crew.

Scams older broads,
jacks their shit.

Cocky prick.

So this may go hard, eh?

No worries.

Just don't do it here, huh?

That's him.

Hey, hey!

Out front.

Shit!

Hey!

Get out of the way!

- Hey, hey, Jax!
- This piece of shit!

You want to be
on the 5:00 news?

Take what's yours.

Let's get out of here.

I should kill you for
what you did to my mother.

That makes sense.

But you're not gonna
do that, right?

Not today.

Check his pockets.

What?

That's, like, that's,
like, 3K, man.

Good.

Which is fair.

So just call it even?

No, we won't.

Well, I guess I'm walking.

What the hell's going on?
I thought I told you to split.

Yeah, we tried.

Unser came by the house this
morning, spotted Gogo.

Saw the scratches.

Shit!

Yeah, that ain't it.

Jax rattled Frankie, man.

He and Unser both know
we did the break-ins.

They're coming after us.

Where are the others?

They're spun out, Clay.

Frankie and Gogo-- they're
talking about killing Unser.

It's all turned to shit, man.

I don't know what to do.

They're right.

Unser's got to go.
He's on to me, too.

You go to Frankie and Gogo,

tell them I came to you,
made the request.

I want the three of you to meet me
in two hours at his Airstream.

Back of Unser's Trucking.

I'll get there first.

Make sure all the weapons
are out of reach.

Don't be late.

Clay.

What are we gonna do?

You're gonna put
on your masks...

you're gonna break in...
and you're gonna kill him.

I just want to have
something when I see him.

Some kind of, you know, peace
offering or personal thing.

Something that reminds him
of what he used to love.

Well, Otto ain't gonna
want to look at pictures of us.

Bring him shit that
reminds him of Luann.

That'll get you closer.

Where can I get more on her?

Gemma.
They were best friends.

Mm.

- Oh, hey.
- Hey.

- You talk to Jax?
- About what?

Um... my SUV got stolen.

Oh, my God. I'm sorry.

Yeah.

Can I ask you
about Luann Delaney?

What about her?

Jax is putting together
a care package for Otto, and

I was thinking it might be nice

to include something that
reminded him of Luann.

Oh, that's sweet.

Well, he-he liked to
watch her movies.

But I'm guessing they're not

gonna let you bring a stack
of old videotapes in there.

Probably not.

Perfume.

Otto loved that
goddamn perfume.

Smelled like cum and patchouli.

It was godawful.

But he wouldn't let her
wear anything else.

It came in a blue bottle.

It's like Blue Roses, Blue
Violet, something like that.

Thank you.

We, uh, got to
get back to work.

We open shop in two days.

- Hey, thanks, brother.
- No problem, man.

How'd you get her SUV back?

Friends.

You ready to go?

Pretty much.

I packed our bags.

I just need to go by Saint
Thomas and change a few

appointments, pick up the boys.

All right, great.

- I'll meet you back here.
- Mm-hmm.

I'm sorry I embarrassed you.

It's okay.

You and Tara...

that's all gonna
get worked out.

I know.

What's going on with you, Mom?

After my Thomas died,

I did the worst thing
a mother could do.

I...

I made you make up for the love

that he couldn't
give me anymore.

I'm sorry, Jackson.

I'm sorry that I've
always been too much.

You know when he died,

I felt so bad.

I know, baby.

It wasn't because he was dead.

It's because I would
have you all to myself.

And I knew how wrong that was.

I love you, Mom.

And we're get through all this.

I promise.

Come here.

It's all right.

Hey.

Just call me and let me know.

All right.

What's going on?

We should talk.

Can I come in?

You ain't gonna like
what I've done to the place.

Never have.

What do you want?

Guess I earned
that level of trust.

Yeah, you did.

Sorry.

Me too.

I've made a lot
of mistakes, Wayne.

Nobody's seen more
of them than you.

If this is a confessional, maybe
you should let me turn on a recorder.

You know, I miss Chief Unser.

Oswald is gonna beat Hale
in the next election.

He's already talking about
reinstating Charming PD.

Wouldn't it be nice to see
you come out of retirement.

That's a noble plan, but I
suspect I'll be dead in a year.

Is this what you've
come to talk about?

You were right.

These home invasions--
they're an inside job.

Nomads.

And how do you know about that?

Yeah?

They're pulling up already.

Okay, thanks.

What should I do?

Just head back to TM.

Clay, what's going on?

That thing loaded?

Yeah, why?

You were a good friend, Wayne.

I'm sorry I wrecked that too.

Oh, shit.

Jesus Christ.

How did you know they
would show up here?

After we talked in the hospital,
I started digging into them.

They were already on
to your suspicions.

So when I saw them skipping
town, I figured...

this might be a stop.

These two and the
other one, they, uh,

they ain't the brightest
trio in the choir.

Someone else had to be
calling the shots.

I wasn't trying
to sabotage Jax.

You think I would've stopped
them from blowing your head off?

Maybe sentimentality
got the best of you.

Ain't my nature.

No.

I guess not.

See, y-you being here is
just gonna complicate shit.

You should split.

What about them?

I'll let the
sheriffs handle it.

I'll keep you out of the mix,

Clay, but these two are part
of a murder investigation.

It could land hard on the club.

He's got a nine-mil
slug in his head.

I put a nine in his skull
'cause he kept coming at me.

Okay.

Watch your back, Wayne.

There's still one
of them out there.

Yeah.

I'm watching.

Unser spotted some gnarly
scratches on Gogo's chest.

Shit.

Rita.

Got to be why he and Greg were heading
out of town, just like Frankie.

Let's call Quinn.

We got to find out everything
we can about these Nomads.

What?

Unser just called.

Greg and Gogo tried
to kill him.

He shot them both.

They're dead.

Jesus Christ.

When?

Just happened.

What about Frankie?

Wasn't there.

Sheriff's on his way.

Wayne sounded real bad.

I'm gonna head over.

Yeah, okay.

Why the hell would the
Nomads try and kill Unser?

Unser's been digging
into these home invasions.

He thinks they might
be internal.

Maybe he was getting
a little too close.

You think the Nomads were
the ones doing the attacks?

That makes no sense.

It does if you're trying
to compromise the club

and bring a shitload of
heat to our front door.

The Nomads are
on someone's payroll.

Pope.

I'm not sure.

There's still
one more out there.

We track down Frankie,
maybe we get the truth.

All right.

Uh, excuse me.

You okay?

Yeah.

You didn't have to come.

I'm fine.

Can we sit and have a smoke?

Yeah, sure.

They didn't say anything?

Nope.

Just busted in,
masks, guns out.

I been keeping the double barrel
close since the beat-down.

Shit.

This is bad, Wayne.

Whatever it is...
it's really bad.

Yeah.
I know, sweetheart.

Listen...
the shit I said the other day...

You were pissed.

Saw that guy heading into your
house, guess I was just

- feeling like...
- Too many people feeling shit.

That's the problem.

What you said was the truth.

More people would do that,

there'd be less bodies
lying on the floors.

Don't do it again.

- Oh, shit.
- What?

Tara and I are supposed to go
up to the cabin for a few days.

That's not a bad idea.

Sheriffs are gonna
be all over us.

Maybe you could run things from
the cabin till this cools off.

Yeah, okay.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Elyda bailed on us again.

Something about her mom.

I have a call to a pediatrics
nurse that I trust.

I'm sorry, baby.

Why don't we let Gemma
stay stay with them?

Come on, babe.

We got to cut her some slack.

Okay.

Yeah.

Where is she?

She went to see Unser.

You should give her a call.

Thank you.

I got some shit to handle here.

It's gonna be a while
before we can leave.

Let me head up.

Gemma can pick up
the boys here.

I'll make some dinner,
air the place out.

That'd be great.

I want Tig to ride up with you.

Yeah.

Really?

Oh, come on. I mean,

what if there's snakes in the
cabinets, grizzlies under the bed?

Right.

I love you.

Hurry up.

Yes, ma'am.

Tiggy, eyes open.

Nothing touches her, boss.

Why don't you give
me the night with Tara?

I'll tell her what's going on.

You guys can come up tomorrow.

Cool.

Gemma will be by
later, pick up the boys.

Need you with me.

Where are we going?

Check on a sick friend.

Everything okay?

Yeah. I was wondering if you could watch the
boys while Jax and I are at the cabin.

Elyda's mom is sick again.

Well, yeah.

Yeah, sure, of course.

Uh, where are they?

At the clubhouse.

You can pick them up here.

There's plenty of milk
pumped in the fridge.

Yeah, okay.

I'm trusting you'll
be safe with them, Gemma.

Always.

Okay.
We'll check in tomorrow.

Yeah, okay.

Hey, thanks for driving.

Sure, any time.

Hey.

What are you doing here?

I'm sorry to startle you, ma'am, but
you should get home to your family,

I need to talk to your friend.

Come on, man.

Hey, go home!

So what now?

Now we call it even.

You knew Unser
was on to the Nomads.

Just giving an
old friend a heads-up.

Did you kill Greg and Gogo?

The Nomads are
working for somebody else.

They ain't members.
They're traitors.

Jesus Christ, Clay,
you gotta tell the club.

I got a feeling
they might already know.

Hey, Juicy...
I'm sorry I dragged you into this.

- I need a minute.
- Let's go, Juicy.

No O2?

You must be breathing
a little easier.

Yeah.

That coffee's almost ready.

It's not gonna take that long.

You're using the Nomads to
undermine my leadership.

You're the one behind
these home invasions.

Now it's backfired.

I know you think
I'm the devil, son...

and you got every right to
assume that I'd be the one

setting fire to your table.

But...

I would be willing to bet
whatever life I got left

that the guy doing this is setting
fire to everybody you and me love.

This is Pope.

Then let's find Frankie, get
the truth, take it to the table.

Let Samcro decide
who lives and dies.

Fair enough.

Shit!

Shit!