Sons of Anarchy (2008–2014): Season 6, Episode 11 - Aon Rud Persanta - full transcript
Tension mounts as the club makes a bold move to finally get out of guns.
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JAX: Is Tara divorcing me?
And taking my sons?
LOWEN: Yes.
JAX: The pregnancy...
was it a lie?
LOWEN: - Tara was just trying...
JAX: - Get out!
WENDY: - I'm sorry.
TARA: - You are not sorry!
Do you know why you're not
capable of being a mother?
Because you're a coward.
WENDY: What is that
supposed to mean?
TARA: It means you're a
stupid, weak junkie.
CLAY: Gaalan let me know that
the offer for me to be the
distributor's still
on the table.
They want to spring
me out of here.
Take down the transports bringing
me to my hearing in two weeks.
GAALAN: Clay's trial
has been moved up.
They transport him tomorrow.
Complicates our plan.
Gonna need some help.
JAX: We're not part of
taking down that transport.
GAALAN: We both need
this to happen.
Moves guns forward for
us, puts 'em behind you.
JAX: I'm here to
make you an offer.
Gaalan O'Shay. I will deliver him with
a shipment of guns, open and shut.
PATTERSON: What's in it for you?
JAX: Immunity for the
MC for all gun charges.
UNSER: Wendy!
(Wendy coughing)
NERO: Looks like she was trying
to get herself in rehab.
GEMMA: Wayne, pack her a bag.
WENDY: Where are we going?
GEMMA: Home, sweetheart.
TARA: - I want your deal.
PATTERSON: - I'm sorry.
That deal's no
longer on the table.
There are other things pending.
If you fear for the safety of you
and your boys...
I can help.
TARA: No, you can't.
(Thomas giggling, cooing)
TARA (whispering): Hey, you.
Good morning.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Should we go check on Abel?
Let's go check on Abel.
(birds chirping outside)
(paper rustles)
Where is he?
RAT BOY: Work.
TARA: Could you please wait
outside so I can feed my son?
RAT BOY: Sure.
TARA: When I drop them off at day
care, who do you watch then?
RAT BOY: You.
But no day care.
Jax doesn't want them at
St. Thomas anymore.
(door opens, closes)
PATTERSON: This is the
immunity agreement.
It covers everyone in or
associated with the MC.
And Tara's deal. As promised.
No jail time.
(train horn blowing
in distance)
Now, they're both
signed and approved.
They don't get executed until you
deliver Gaalan O'Shay and the guns.
JAX: There's an old maintenance
warehouse out on the west end docks.
Kilmer Pier. They closed
it down a few years back.
PATTERSON: I know it.
JAX: That's the drop.
Gaalan will be there with the guns
sometime between 11:00 and 1:00.
PATTERSON: With how many people?
JAX: Ten, maybe a dozen guys.
They're gonna be cautious
and very well armed.
PATTERSON: Okay.
We'll talk after it's done.
JAX: You handle this
with the sheriffs?
Or you bring in Feds and local?
PATTERSON: That's
none of your concern.
(engine starts)
CHIBS: Think that helped?
JAX: I don't know.
Least I'll know I tried.
CHIBS: Yeah, you did.
(train horn blowing)
(door closes)
NERO: How's she doing?
GEMMA: Well, she's asleep now.
NERO: You know, all this
stuff you're doing for her?
Great. Great.
(Gemma clears throat)
Mama?
Wendy's got to get
herself into a rehab.
GEMMA: I know.
I'll make the calls.
We have rough
history, me and her.
I was just trying to help
her more than hurt her.
NERO: Mm.
GEMMA: For a change.
NERO: Hey, you think any of
this mercy might ever be able
to spill over into Tara's cup?
She's the mother of
your grandson, Gem.
Come on, that shit ain't
never gonna change.
GEMMA: I can't go there.
NERO: Oh. See, that deep...
(grunts)
I get it, uh-huh.
I know it.
My ex-- that bitch was shooting
junk the whole time she was pregnant.
And the pain that Lucius
has to live with...
that's on her. Okay?
And...
I-I can chew that
hate that I feel for her.
GEMMA: She's dead.
You're not.
NERO: Yeah, but I-I'm the one that's
still got to live with all that shit.
'Cause I never made it
right when she was alive.
GEMMA: I can't
forgive her, Nero.
Not now.
NERO: Okay.
Okay.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ 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 ♪
ABEL: - Uncle T!
UNSER: - Hey!
Hey there, you little monster.
(chuckles)
Hey.
TARA: Um, I have to go
meet my new lawyer.
Would you mind watching
them for a bit?
Apparently, I'm not allowed to
take them to day care anymore.
UNSER: Yeah. Of course.
Oh, boy...
you're getting heavy.
TARA: Where's Gemma?
UNSER: Uh... she ain't here yet.
TARA: Okay.
Thank you.
Come with me, big boy.
UNSER: Uh, Tara...
I'm sorry
the way all this went down.
I know your heart was
in the right place.
TARA: Unfortunately, where my
heart is matters very little.
(engine starts)
CHUCKY: She seems really sad.
UNSER: Lot of that going around.
CHUCKY: It's not gonna
get any better, is it?
UNSER: Not today, Chucky.
(engines roaring)
GLENDER: Lowen brought me up to speed on
everything, both on and off the record.
TARA: Good.
GLENDER: If there is anything that, uh...
maybe she didn't
know about, now would be
a good time to tell me.
TARA: No.
GLENDER: Okay.
I'm prepared to execute the
divorce and custody paperwork,
but you need to understand
the risk here, Dr. Knowles.
These transcripts
about your husband?
If we use them to get
custody of your boys,
he'll have the right
to tell his side of it.
Makes it public record.
The DA can use that in
the Pamela Toric trial.
TARA: And what does that do?
GLENDER: The biggest part of our
defense is your credibility.
If the DA finds out about
the doubts regarding the
miscarriage, they'll dig
in to get the truth.
If what they find
comes back unfavorable...
I lose my defense.
TARA: So I have to choose?
My boys or my freedom?
GLENDER: There's no
guarantee of either.
But essentially, yes,
I guess that's true.
(footsteps approaching)
CONNOR: Gentlemen.
JAX: - These for us?
CONNOR: - Aye.
Just making sure
they're untraceable.
CHIBS: Just make sure they run.
CONNOR: They do. Even
filled the tanks.
JAX: - Tig, check 'em.
TIG: - Yeah, you got it.
MONTEZ: - West, Quinn, come on.
JAX: - Where's Gaalan?
CONNOR: He's meeting
us at the hangar.
That's where we're storing
the guns for Clay.
JAX: Gaalan bringing
the shipment with him?
CONNOR: After the takedown, me
and Hugh will go to the barn,
we'll pick it up, we'll
meet you at the hangar.
JAX: Is he all you got?
HUGH: I'm all you need.
CONNOR: We got Neil positioned
outside the prison.
He's our eyes on the road.
BOBBY: So, how we doing this?
CONNOR: I'll walk
you through it.
JAX: Get Tig.
CHIBS: Tiggy!
TIG: Stay.
You guys, go help 'em out.
CONNOR: We know the route,
the crew and the trucks.
It'll be clean, fast and easy.
JAX: We're going
to need .50-cals?
CONNOR: We'll be having to smash
through some bulletproof glass.
CHIBS: Is that the
fast or the easy part?
CONNOR: I've done
this before, lads.
BOBBY: - You have?
CHIBS: - Aye.
Twice.
Local cage in Armagh.
And you sprung Harper from--
where was it?-- Magilligan.
CONNOR: Aye.
Clay will be loading
up in about an hour.
His transport will run through
the east end, on to Fremont.
Neil will confirm
when he leaves.
Clay will be in an iron wagon,
with a lead and follow car.
Six to eight men.
Heavily armed.
We're in four different
delivery trucks.
Different colors,
different jobs.
Two men in each.
Point A is here, access
road off of Fremont.
We park and we wait.
Lots of trucks are coming and going,
so it'll look like business as usual.
When we get the call
on the approach,
we enter Fremont
at point B here.
We'll have a clear sight line
of the traffic--
both north, south wide open.
You got it?
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
Let's go.
JAX: Give it an hour or
so, then head back to TM.
WEST: You got it, brother.
MONTEZ: Yeah, we'll
keep 'em entertained.
JAX: - You ready?
TIG: - Yeah.
CHIBS: Ready.
TIG: Why are we pink?
BOBBY: Come on, Tiggy.
You love pink.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
(ship horn blowing)
(indistinct radio transmission)
ROOSEVELT: All right.
We got four of them.
Teller's not there, but I
recognize two of them.
It's SAMCRO.
PATTERSON: Looks like it's real.
COMMANDER: All units,
we have confirmation.
Stand by. Over.
ROOSEVELT: The Irish aren't going
to go down without a fight.
PATTERSON: We've got three
tacticals ready to close in.
They resist, they're fools.
CANE: How do you think
this goes down?
ROOSEVELT: 40 sheriffs, dozen
Irish soldiers, lots of guns.
Only one way it can go down.
(door opens)
GEMMA: Look at my
hard-working boys.
CHUCKY: Tara had a lawyer thing.
GEMMA: Yeah, I know.
Rat called me.
(door opens)
CHUCKY: Miller. (whistles)
(door closes)
UNSER: How's Wendy?
GEMMA: Ah, she's hurting.
Nero's keeping an eye on her.
I'm thinking I'm going to
take the boys over there.
Might do her some
good to see Abel.
UNSER: Not sure how
good it will do Abel.
GEMMA: Hey.
He's going to find out sooner
or later who his mom really is.
So is he.
UNSER: Yeah.
I guess that's true.
Me helping Tara--
you do know
it was all about them.
GEMMA: I know.
UNSER: Which is still the case.
If Tara gets off, all this shit
that's gone down,
she's still their mom.
What does that look like?
GEMMA: That's Jax's call.
UNSER: And if she goes away,
what happens to them?
And don't give me all that
club and family rhetoric.
I'm talking about the
day-to-day of it, Gemma.
Who takes care of them?
GEMMA: I do.
UNSER: Really?
You think you're up to that?
GEMMA: You saying I'm too old?
UNSER: I'm saying being a grandma and-and
being a mom are two different jobs.
GEMMA: I'm aware of
the burden, Wayne.
Come here, baby.
There we go.
UNSER: What about
the burden on them?
Opie, Half-Sack, Phil--
they were all somebody's sons.
If their mothers had a chance to
do it over again,
lead them in a different direction...
GEMMA: There
are no second chances, Wayne.
We get one shot at loving
and raising our kids.
And I'm going to do this right.
UNSER: I have no doubt that
you could raise these boys.
I know how much you love them.
But you got to realize this
isn't 1967 anymore, sweetheart.
This life, it ain't
romantic or free.
There's no path to anything
that makes any sense.
It's just dirty and sad.
And we both know it's
only going to get worse.
I'm going to get Abel.
GEMMA: Hey.
If you really don't want
these boys here,
why are you still helping me?
UNSER: For the same reason
I find myself still here,
no matter what the
upset or damage.
Because I love you.
I'm in love with you.
JAX: Hey.
Juice.
You here?
JUICE: Yeah.
I'm not having a breakdown, man.
JAX: I didn't think you were.
JUICE: Chibs and some of the other
guys, I know they're worried.
JAX: Should they be?
JUICE: No.
Just feels different.
I feel different.
JAX: Yeah.
I get that.
JUICE: I got to feel like I'm
doing something right, Jax.
Not like "right or wrong" kind
of right, but...
I got to feel like I'm... I'm...
JAX: Like
you're one of the good guys.
JUICE: Yeah.
I used to know how to
find some of that.
(cell phone ringing)
JAX: You still can.
- Yeah.
CONNOR: - Neil called.
Only one chaser, five total.
Come on, let's go.
JAX: Okay.
That was Connor.
They're en route.
Transport, only one follow
vehicle, five guys.
JUICE: Cool.
(horn honks)
BOBBY: Here we go.
JAX: After this, brother, it's
all white hats and tight pussy.
JUICE: Yeah.
♪ ♪
TIG: There they are.
Following the transport.
BOBBY: Let's do this. Come on, baby.
Let's do it.
TIG: I suddenly feel
the need for speed.
BOBBY: Do it!
(both yell)
Holy shit! They got hit!
Dispatch, Code Three!
Our follow vehicle has
been in a collision.
We have an 11-99 in progress.
Requesting immediate backup.
Officers down.
TIG: They're still breathing.
Here's Connor.
Let's go, let's go.
Let's move it, move it.
Holy shit. It's an ambush.
What in the hell do we do?
CLAY: - You want my advice?
- Shut up, asshole!
Follow protocol,
Jenkins, and drive!
TIG: Got the door!
QUINN: Let's move it!
Go, go, go, go, go!
(tires squealing)
CHIBS: Hold on, brother.
Shit! This is Sierra-4-0.
We are under attack. This
is an all-units call!
We need everybody
at our 20 now!
JAX: Let him out!
No one gets hurt!
Who the hell are they, Morrow?
CLAY: Angels sent by
the god of justice.
Well, I got news
for you, shithead.
This thing's a tank.
TIG: Put the guns
on the hood now!
Open the door!
Give me the keys now!
Here.
TIG: - Take it.
JAX: - Get out, get out.
All right, all right, I'm out.
CLAY: Where the
hell are the Irish?
JAX: In Ireland.
ROOSEVELT: All right,
they're leaving!
The MC-- they're headed
out empty-handed!
We just got an
all-units request.
Someone's taking down a prisoner
transport on East Fremont.
PATTERSON: Who's the prisoner?
Clay Morrow.
ROOSEVELT: Pulling all our resources
to the other side of town.
PATTERSON: - Son of a bitch!
ROOSEVELT: - Yeah.
JAX: All right, let's go.
Come on, move!
TIG: Come on!
CHIBS: Back it up, move it!
Come on, let's go!
(groans)
JAX: Shit!
Hayes!
Shit.
JAX: How bad is it?
CHIBS: Well, the vest took
one, but his shoulder's bad.
(Bobby groaning)
This is way beyond me, brother.
JAX: - You okay?
CLAY: - Yeah.
TIG: Clay, wardrobe upgrade.
JUICE: I'm sorry.
That cop was gonna
keep shooting.
JAX: I know. Just
head to the airstrip.
(knocking)
GEMMA: No, you can't get that
close to the stove right now.
You have to be careful.
UNSER: Who's at the door?
- Hey.
TARA: - Hey.
UNSER: - Hi.
ABEL: - Mommy!
TARA: Oh, hey! What you
doing there, buddy?
ABEL: Making lunch for Wendy.
She's sick.
TARA: That's nice of you.
NERO: Abel, maybe you're
gonna grow up and be
a doctor like your mom someday.
(phone ringing)
GEMMA: Hello.
Yeah, she just walked in.
What's the matter?
TARA: Thanks for
looking after them.
Hey, let's put on
your shoes, okay?
We're gonna go home now, buddy.
UNSER: Hey, I'll get your shoes.
Come on.
Come up here. That's
it, get up here.
NERO: You can join us for lunch.
TARA: No, thanks.
What's Wendy doing here?
NERO: We couldn't get her
into rehab until next week,
so we're looking out
for her until then.
Might be a good idea for a
doctor to take a look at her.
TARA: Yeah, you
should get one.
I don't have a
license to practice.
GEMMA: That doesn't matter.
That was Jax; he's been
trying to get ahold of you.
Come here, darling.
I want you to go on and get your
new books out of Grandma's room.
You show Mom. Go on.
- Bobby's been shot. It's bad.
NERO: - What happened?
GEMMA: I'll tell you
on the way over.
Come on. We gotta go.
TARA: So...
so, what, we just pretend
nothing happened and I'm mob doctor again?
GEMMA: Well, I'm willing to pretend
if it's gonna save his life.
Bobby's gonna die.
TARA: Jesus Christ. All right.
I need to go by my house
and pick up my bag.
UNSER: Here, I got him.
Come here.
Come on, bub. Oh!
TARA: I'll be back in
a little bit, baby.
Wayne's gonna look
after you guys, okay?
I'm sorry.
UNSER: Hey!
(Thomas crying)
Where's my... where's my lunch?
I thought you were making
macaroni and cheese?
Come on.
Let's go do this.
(sirens wailing)
Copy that. They're in position.
ROOSEVELT: Trucks weren't
registered; no VIN numbers.
We're still canvassing the area
looking for wits, cameras,
anything that we can find.
PATTERSON: What did
Jenkins have to say?
ROOSEVELT: Eight to ten masked
males, assault weapons.
They got away in two trucks.
Hayes got off a few shots into one
of them as they were driving away.
Before they ran him over.
We alerted the
hospitals in the area.
You want me to round up the MC?
PATTERSON: Not yet.
I need to reevaluate my options.
ROOSEVELT: All right.
JAX: How's it look?
CHIBS: I stopped the
bleeding, but it's bad.
JAX: All right, Tara
will be here soon.
- Stay with Bobby.
QUINN: - You got it.
CLAY: Thank you, brother.
For today.
(door opens)
He's ready for you.
GAALAN: Gentlemen.
CLAY: Thank you, Gaalan.
GAALAN: The gratitude
is mine, friend.
We've a lot of work
to do, you and I.
CLAY: Mm-hmm.
GAALAN: Good job, Jackson.
CLAY: Jesus Christ.
JAX: We had a vote.
Decided this had to happen.
(horn honks outside)
JUICE: Tara and Gemma.
JAX: Let them in.
Shut the door.
TIG: How is this gonna play out
with Nero, Gemma and Tara?
JAX: Same way.
Get an ETA on Connor.
CHIBS: Aye.
(tires squeal)
Bobby's in the truck.
GEMMA: Oh, Jesus.
TARA: Yeah. I need some help.
JAX: Juice.
(Bobby coughing)
- Help Tara.
JUICE: - Yeah.
JAX: Thank you.
GEMMA: Everybody else okay?
JAX: Yeah.
NERO: Gemma.
CLAY: Didn't think I'd
see you this soon.
GEMMA: Guess I'm just lucky.
They carting you off to Belfast?
CLAY: I don't think so.
GEMMA: I thought
that was the plan.
CLAY: I think there's
another plan.
I'm glad you're not alone, Gem.
JAX: Gemma tell you?
NERO: Coming over.
JAX: Now you know
everything, brother.
NERO: I wish I didn't.
This your way of
getting out of guns?
Taking down a prison
transport, killing a sheriff?
'Cause this shit is all
over the news, mano.
JAX: It's more than that.
NERO: More? Really?
I don't know if I could
take much more, Jax.
JAX: What do you think?
TARA: It's serious. I need surgical tools.
That slug's in deep.
There's some shards of glass that
are really close to the nerve.
We have to stabilize him.
I can't... I can't do it here.
JAX: - We'll take him to the cabin.
TARA: - Okay.
I need to go by St. Thomas
and get some supplies.
CHIBS: Connor's 15 minutes out.
CLAY: So, what
happens now, Pres?
JAX: We settle with the Irish.
CLAY: Hmm.
And, uh, how do we do that
with three dead bodies?
JAX: How would you do it?
CLAY: Well... I mean,
the smart plan
would be to blame it
on a bad relationship.
You know, two guys with some
history get into a beef.
One thing leads to another.
Couldn't be helped.
JAX: Sounds about right.
CLAY: So, I guess you, uh,
had another vote I wasn't privy to.
JAX: Yeah, we did.
This time it was unanimous.
CLAY: Fair enough.
TIG: Let's go.
CLAY: This good?
JAX: Yeah.
(Clay sniffs)
(gunshot)
(Gemma gasping)
(shells clinking on floor)
JAX: You okay?
GEMMA: Yeah.
I'll, um... I'll
take her to
St. Thomas, get what she needs.
Take her up to the cabin.
JAX: Thanks.
NERO: Now I know what
you meant by "More."
JAX: I'm glad you were here.
What went down today was us burying
the last piece of a very broken past.
What you and me are doing
together, that's SAMCRO's future.
NERO: I'll see you up there.
(car door opens)
(car door closes)
JAX: Thank you.
RAT BOY: You sure you
don't need us here?
JAX: No.
Get Bobby up to the cabin.
I'll meet you up there.
(engine starts)
CHIBS: Connor will be
here any minute, brother.
JAX: Yeah.
NERO: - That shit with Clay...
GEMMA: - I didn't know.
NERO: They voted that?
GEMMA: Yeah.
TARA: A few months ago,
Clay killed Piney Winston.
One of the original members.
Then he ordered the
cartel to kill me.
Because I knew what he
did to John Teller.
Jax stopped them, but that's,
um, how my hand got crushed.
Ruined my career.
NERO: Jesus.
TARA: Clay Morrow should've
been dead a long time ago.
(Gemma crying)
GEMMA: I'm sorry.
NERO: It's okay.
GEMMA: I hated him so much.
(cell phone ringing)
TARA: - Hello.
PATTERSON: - Dr. Knowles, Thyne Patterson.
- I need to speak with you.
TARA: - About what?
PATTERSON: The Sons of Anarchy.
Can you meet me at my office?
GEMMA: Uh, no.
PATTERSON: Your office
then, at the hospital.
TARA: Okay.
PATTERSON: I'm on my way.
GEMMA: - Was that Jax?
TARA: - No.
- Lawyers.
GEMMA: - Sorry.
I know that's probably...
TARA: - You okay?
GEMMA: - Yeah.
Thanks.
(car horn honking outside)
TIG: - Yeah?
JAX: - Go.
CHIBS: Looks good, Jackie.
Yeah?
TIG: Come on, pull it in here.
Stop.
CONNOR: Where's all your men?
JAX: Took Bobby to
get patched up.
HUGH: He gonna make it?
CHIBS: Aye, think so.
CONNOR: - Gaalan in the office?
JAX: - Yeah.
TIG: You, uh, need help
unloading the guns?
NEIL: - I appreciate it.
TIG: - Yeah, sure.
CONNOR: Mother of Christ.
Aw, Jesus.
JAX: Easy... brother.
Let me tell you
what happened here.
Clay and Gaalan had
some kind of side deal.
It went bad.
They started arguing.
Clay shot Gaalan.
Your men ran in.
Clay dropped them, too.
When he turned on us,
we had no choice.
We killed him.
CONNOR: What the
hell did you do?
JAX: We did what we had to.
We killed the man
that killed your men.
That's what you're
gonna tell the Kings.
CONNOR: Did you murder them all?
JAX: You're not listening
to what I'm saying.
I am giving you the
truth you need.
The only story that
protects both of us.
Any other truth, you
look like a failure.
CONNOR: Clay was keeping
our gun business alive.
JAX: That still happens.
You tell Roarke and the others
that August Marks is their
only option in Northern Cali.
The Chinese are gonna jump on the
market if the IRA wait to
find another distributor.
It's work with black
or lose it all.
CONNOR: You played me,
you bastard, didn't you?
JAX: If I did, I played you
right into the number one slot.
It's up to you whether
you want to stay there.
You're a smart,
decent guy, Connor.
We both know this had to happen.
It was gonna be you and me lying
on the floor if it didn't.
They earned that blood.
So let's move past it.
So we can both go
home to our families.
CONNOR: The Kings will want to
know your side of the story.
JAX: Whatever you need.
CONNOR: And what if they
don't believe us? Then what?
JAX: Then we swear on a
stack of Catholic bibles.
CONNOR: I'll call
Belfast in the morning.
JAX: Good.
We're going to need to leave the
KG-9's here with the bodies.
Take the rest of the guns.
Store them in the
beverage warehouse.
CONNOR: Why?
JAX: I need to deal
with a local problem.
I'll cover the
cost of the guns.
(siren wailing)
TARA: I'll be back
as soon as I can.
NERO: That was rough, mama.
I'm sorry.
(Gemma sighs)
GEMMA: I don't know why
I'm so goddamn sad.
NERO: Hey, good or bad, Clay
was a huge piece of your life.
You know?
It's going to take a minute.
GEMMA: He's not worth a minute.
NERO: Okay.
GEMMA: Where are you
at with the club?
Or shouldn't I be asking?
NERO: Godfather paradox.
More distance I try to
create, closer I get.
GEMMA: Jax loves you, Nero.
I see how he looks at you.
How he listens to you.
NERO: Yeah, well...
little too old to adopt.
(Gemma sniffles, chuckles)
GEMMA: You can always marry me.
NERO: No offense, mama.
I've seen what happens
to your husbands.
It ain't pretty.
GEMMA: No.
It's not.
(sighs)
(sniffles)
I'm so glad you're
in our lives.
NERO: Yeah.
Me, too.
PATTERSON: Thank you for coming.
TARA: What do you want?
ROOSEVELT: Can you tell
us where you were today?
TARA: Why?
ROOSEVELT: Clay Morrow didn't
make it to the county courthouse.
PATTERSON: His transport
was ambushed.
Eight or nine
unknown assailants.
They killed one of our sheriffs,
injured three-- two critically.
TARA: I heard. I'm sorry.
PATTERSON: Those other complications
I had pending are now off the table,
which means I've decided
to take you up on your offer.
In exchange for your cooperation
against the MC,
you'll get immunity from
Pamela Toric's murder.
TARA: What about my boys?
And protection.
PATTERSON: If you want Witness
Protection, it'll mean using RICO.
You'll have to provide
us with a federal crime.
Gunrunning, extortion, murder.
ROOSEVELT: Just tell
us who broke out Clay.
TARA: What would I have to do?
PATTERSON: Provide us with
irrefutable evidence.
TARA: If I...
pulled a bullet out of a
club member from today's shooting--
a sheriff's bullet--
it would have DNA on it.
Would that be proof?
PATTERSON: With your testimony, yes,
that would put
the member at the crime scene,
prove the Sons were responsible.
TARA: I'm going to
need more time.
PATTERSON: - How much time?
TARA: - At least until tomorrow.
PATTERSON: You only have one
chance at this, Doctor.
TARA: I have to go.
Gemma's waiting outside.
(door closes)
ROOSEVELT: So,
what do you think?
PATTERSON: I think she's
in for a very long night.
ROOSEVELT: Do you
want me to tail her?
PATTERSON: No. We don't
want to put her at risk.
I'll call up the DOJ, dig in
about getting her WITSEC.
(knock at door)
CANE: Galt division just
followed up on an anonymous tip.
Found four dead bodies and six cases
of KG-9's in a hangar off 104.
Two of the DB's,
Clay Morrow and Gaalan O'Shay.
ROOSEVELT: Looks like it's going
to be a long night for everybody.
♪ ♪
CHIBS: - Sorry, Doc.
TARA: - It's okay.
CHIBS: Oh. Wow, wow, wow.
That was beautiful, Doc.
TARA: Just one more little piece,
and he should be out of the woods.
GEMMA: "Where was her
white frilled cap?
And her gown and petticoat?
And how small she had
grown, and how brown.
And covered with prickles.
Why, Mrs. Tiggy-Winkle
was nothing but a..."
ABEL: - Hedgehog.
GEMMA (chuckling): - That's right.
NERO: Hedgehog.
GEMMA: "But then how could she have
found three clean pocket handkins?"
ABEL: - Why don't we finish...
- (knock at door)
UNSER: - Uh, sorry.
NERO: - Hey.
UNSER: Didn't mean to
disturb your story time.
Here you go.
(Nero grunts)
NERO: Grandma.
UNSER: I'll, uh, check on
Wendy one more time, and...
then I'm gonna split.
NERO: Okay.
GEMMA: Thank you, Wayne.
UNSER: Yeah.
Good night.
(Abel muttering)
GEMMA: Hey, baby.
Hey.
♪ ♪
(Bobby groans)
CHIBS: Welcome back.
(Bobby grunts)
BOBBY: Hey.
CHIBS: Welcome back, Bobby.
(Bobby chuckles)
(camera clicking)
♪ ♪
ROOSEVELT: Teller
kept his promise.
Gave you Gaalan and the guns.
PATTERSON: No, he didn't.
The deal I made didn't include
a stack of dead bodies.
(crickets chirping)
JAX: I know you didn't
have to help us today.
Thank you.
TARA: I'm just glad
he's going to be okay.
JAX: I understand...
why you did everything you did.
I'm sorry being with me
took you to that place.
(Jax sighs)
(lock clicks)
Sons of Anarchy...
JAX: Is Tara divorcing me?
And taking my sons?
LOWEN: Yes.
JAX: The pregnancy...
was it a lie?
LOWEN: - Tara was just trying...
JAX: - Get out!
WENDY: - I'm sorry.
TARA: - You are not sorry!
Do you know why you're not
capable of being a mother?
Because you're a coward.
WENDY: What is that
supposed to mean?
TARA: It means you're a
stupid, weak junkie.
CLAY: Gaalan let me know that
the offer for me to be the
distributor's still
on the table.
They want to spring
me out of here.
Take down the transports bringing
me to my hearing in two weeks.
GAALAN: Clay's trial
has been moved up.
They transport him tomorrow.
Complicates our plan.
Gonna need some help.
JAX: We're not part of
taking down that transport.
GAALAN: We both need
this to happen.
Moves guns forward for
us, puts 'em behind you.
JAX: I'm here to
make you an offer.
Gaalan O'Shay. I will deliver him with
a shipment of guns, open and shut.
PATTERSON: What's in it for you?
JAX: Immunity for the
MC for all gun charges.
UNSER: Wendy!
(Wendy coughing)
NERO: Looks like she was trying
to get herself in rehab.
GEMMA: Wayne, pack her a bag.
WENDY: Where are we going?
GEMMA: Home, sweetheart.
TARA: - I want your deal.
PATTERSON: - I'm sorry.
That deal's no
longer on the table.
There are other things pending.
If you fear for the safety of you
and your boys...
I can help.
TARA: No, you can't.
(Thomas giggling, cooing)
TARA (whispering): Hey, you.
Good morning.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Should we go check on Abel?
Let's go check on Abel.
(birds chirping outside)
(paper rustles)
Where is he?
RAT BOY: Work.
TARA: Could you please wait
outside so I can feed my son?
RAT BOY: Sure.
TARA: When I drop them off at day
care, who do you watch then?
RAT BOY: You.
But no day care.
Jax doesn't want them at
St. Thomas anymore.
(door opens, closes)
PATTERSON: This is the
immunity agreement.
It covers everyone in or
associated with the MC.
And Tara's deal. As promised.
No jail time.
(train horn blowing
in distance)
Now, they're both
signed and approved.
They don't get executed until you
deliver Gaalan O'Shay and the guns.
JAX: There's an old maintenance
warehouse out on the west end docks.
Kilmer Pier. They closed
it down a few years back.
PATTERSON: I know it.
JAX: That's the drop.
Gaalan will be there with the guns
sometime between 11:00 and 1:00.
PATTERSON: With how many people?
JAX: Ten, maybe a dozen guys.
They're gonna be cautious
and very well armed.
PATTERSON: Okay.
We'll talk after it's done.
JAX: You handle this
with the sheriffs?
Or you bring in Feds and local?
PATTERSON: That's
none of your concern.
(engine starts)
CHIBS: Think that helped?
JAX: I don't know.
Least I'll know I tried.
CHIBS: Yeah, you did.
(train horn blowing)
(door closes)
NERO: How's she doing?
GEMMA: Well, she's asleep now.
NERO: You know, all this
stuff you're doing for her?
Great. Great.
(Gemma clears throat)
Mama?
Wendy's got to get
herself into a rehab.
GEMMA: I know.
I'll make the calls.
We have rough
history, me and her.
I was just trying to help
her more than hurt her.
NERO: Mm.
GEMMA: For a change.
NERO: Hey, you think any of
this mercy might ever be able
to spill over into Tara's cup?
She's the mother of
your grandson, Gem.
Come on, that shit ain't
never gonna change.
GEMMA: I can't go there.
NERO: Oh. See, that deep...
(grunts)
I get it, uh-huh.
I know it.
My ex-- that bitch was shooting
junk the whole time she was pregnant.
And the pain that Lucius
has to live with...
that's on her. Okay?
And...
I-I can chew that
hate that I feel for her.
GEMMA: She's dead.
You're not.
NERO: Yeah, but I-I'm the one that's
still got to live with all that shit.
'Cause I never made it
right when she was alive.
GEMMA: I can't
forgive her, Nero.
Not now.
NERO: Okay.
Okay.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ 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 ♪
ABEL: - Uncle T!
UNSER: - Hey!
Hey there, you little monster.
(chuckles)
Hey.
TARA: Um, I have to go
meet my new lawyer.
Would you mind watching
them for a bit?
Apparently, I'm not allowed to
take them to day care anymore.
UNSER: Yeah. Of course.
Oh, boy...
you're getting heavy.
TARA: Where's Gemma?
UNSER: Uh... she ain't here yet.
TARA: Okay.
Thank you.
Come with me, big boy.
UNSER: Uh, Tara...
I'm sorry
the way all this went down.
I know your heart was
in the right place.
TARA: Unfortunately, where my
heart is matters very little.
(engine starts)
CHUCKY: She seems really sad.
UNSER: Lot of that going around.
CHUCKY: It's not gonna
get any better, is it?
UNSER: Not today, Chucky.
(engines roaring)
GLENDER: Lowen brought me up to speed on
everything, both on and off the record.
TARA: Good.
GLENDER: If there is anything that, uh...
maybe she didn't
know about, now would be
a good time to tell me.
TARA: No.
GLENDER: Okay.
I'm prepared to execute the
divorce and custody paperwork,
but you need to understand
the risk here, Dr. Knowles.
These transcripts
about your husband?
If we use them to get
custody of your boys,
he'll have the right
to tell his side of it.
Makes it public record.
The DA can use that in
the Pamela Toric trial.
TARA: And what does that do?
GLENDER: The biggest part of our
defense is your credibility.
If the DA finds out about
the doubts regarding the
miscarriage, they'll dig
in to get the truth.
If what they find
comes back unfavorable...
I lose my defense.
TARA: So I have to choose?
My boys or my freedom?
GLENDER: There's no
guarantee of either.
But essentially, yes,
I guess that's true.
(footsteps approaching)
CONNOR: Gentlemen.
JAX: - These for us?
CONNOR: - Aye.
Just making sure
they're untraceable.
CHIBS: Just make sure they run.
CONNOR: They do. Even
filled the tanks.
JAX: - Tig, check 'em.
TIG: - Yeah, you got it.
MONTEZ: - West, Quinn, come on.
JAX: - Where's Gaalan?
CONNOR: He's meeting
us at the hangar.
That's where we're storing
the guns for Clay.
JAX: Gaalan bringing
the shipment with him?
CONNOR: After the takedown, me
and Hugh will go to the barn,
we'll pick it up, we'll
meet you at the hangar.
JAX: Is he all you got?
HUGH: I'm all you need.
CONNOR: We got Neil positioned
outside the prison.
He's our eyes on the road.
BOBBY: So, how we doing this?
CONNOR: I'll walk
you through it.
JAX: Get Tig.
CHIBS: Tiggy!
TIG: Stay.
You guys, go help 'em out.
CONNOR: We know the route,
the crew and the trucks.
It'll be clean, fast and easy.
JAX: We're going
to need .50-cals?
CONNOR: We'll be having to smash
through some bulletproof glass.
CHIBS: Is that the
fast or the easy part?
CONNOR: I've done
this before, lads.
BOBBY: - You have?
CHIBS: - Aye.
Twice.
Local cage in Armagh.
And you sprung Harper from--
where was it?-- Magilligan.
CONNOR: Aye.
Clay will be loading
up in about an hour.
His transport will run through
the east end, on to Fremont.
Neil will confirm
when he leaves.
Clay will be in an iron wagon,
with a lead and follow car.
Six to eight men.
Heavily armed.
We're in four different
delivery trucks.
Different colors,
different jobs.
Two men in each.
Point A is here, access
road off of Fremont.
We park and we wait.
Lots of trucks are coming and going,
so it'll look like business as usual.
When we get the call
on the approach,
we enter Fremont
at point B here.
We'll have a clear sight line
of the traffic--
both north, south wide open.
You got it?
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
Let's go.
JAX: Give it an hour or
so, then head back to TM.
WEST: You got it, brother.
MONTEZ: Yeah, we'll
keep 'em entertained.
JAX: - You ready?
TIG: - Yeah.
CHIBS: Ready.
TIG: Why are we pink?
BOBBY: Come on, Tiggy.
You love pink.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
(ship horn blowing)
(indistinct radio transmission)
ROOSEVELT: All right.
We got four of them.
Teller's not there, but I
recognize two of them.
It's SAMCRO.
PATTERSON: Looks like it's real.
COMMANDER: All units,
we have confirmation.
Stand by. Over.
ROOSEVELT: The Irish aren't going
to go down without a fight.
PATTERSON: We've got three
tacticals ready to close in.
They resist, they're fools.
CANE: How do you think
this goes down?
ROOSEVELT: 40 sheriffs, dozen
Irish soldiers, lots of guns.
Only one way it can go down.
(door opens)
GEMMA: Look at my
hard-working boys.
CHUCKY: Tara had a lawyer thing.
GEMMA: Yeah, I know.
Rat called me.
(door opens)
CHUCKY: Miller. (whistles)
(door closes)
UNSER: How's Wendy?
GEMMA: Ah, she's hurting.
Nero's keeping an eye on her.
I'm thinking I'm going to
take the boys over there.
Might do her some
good to see Abel.
UNSER: Not sure how
good it will do Abel.
GEMMA: Hey.
He's going to find out sooner
or later who his mom really is.
So is he.
UNSER: Yeah.
I guess that's true.
Me helping Tara--
you do know
it was all about them.
GEMMA: I know.
UNSER: Which is still the case.
If Tara gets off, all this shit
that's gone down,
she's still their mom.
What does that look like?
GEMMA: That's Jax's call.
UNSER: And if she goes away,
what happens to them?
And don't give me all that
club and family rhetoric.
I'm talking about the
day-to-day of it, Gemma.
Who takes care of them?
GEMMA: I do.
UNSER: Really?
You think you're up to that?
GEMMA: You saying I'm too old?
UNSER: I'm saying being a grandma and-and
being a mom are two different jobs.
GEMMA: I'm aware of
the burden, Wayne.
Come here, baby.
There we go.
UNSER: What about
the burden on them?
Opie, Half-Sack, Phil--
they were all somebody's sons.
If their mothers had a chance to
do it over again,
lead them in a different direction...
GEMMA: There
are no second chances, Wayne.
We get one shot at loving
and raising our kids.
And I'm going to do this right.
UNSER: I have no doubt that
you could raise these boys.
I know how much you love them.
But you got to realize this
isn't 1967 anymore, sweetheart.
This life, it ain't
romantic or free.
There's no path to anything
that makes any sense.
It's just dirty and sad.
And we both know it's
only going to get worse.
I'm going to get Abel.
GEMMA: Hey.
If you really don't want
these boys here,
why are you still helping me?
UNSER: For the same reason
I find myself still here,
no matter what the
upset or damage.
Because I love you.
I'm in love with you.
JAX: Hey.
Juice.
You here?
JUICE: Yeah.
I'm not having a breakdown, man.
JAX: I didn't think you were.
JUICE: Chibs and some of the other
guys, I know they're worried.
JAX: Should they be?
JUICE: No.
Just feels different.
I feel different.
JAX: Yeah.
I get that.
JUICE: I got to feel like I'm
doing something right, Jax.
Not like "right or wrong" kind
of right, but...
I got to feel like I'm... I'm...
JAX: Like
you're one of the good guys.
JUICE: Yeah.
I used to know how to
find some of that.
(cell phone ringing)
JAX: You still can.
- Yeah.
CONNOR: - Neil called.
Only one chaser, five total.
Come on, let's go.
JAX: Okay.
That was Connor.
They're en route.
Transport, only one follow
vehicle, five guys.
JUICE: Cool.
(horn honks)
BOBBY: Here we go.
JAX: After this, brother, it's
all white hats and tight pussy.
JUICE: Yeah.
♪ ♪
TIG: There they are.
Following the transport.
BOBBY: Let's do this. Come on, baby.
Let's do it.
TIG: I suddenly feel
the need for speed.
BOBBY: Do it!
(both yell)
Holy shit! They got hit!
Dispatch, Code Three!
Our follow vehicle has
been in a collision.
We have an 11-99 in progress.
Requesting immediate backup.
Officers down.
TIG: They're still breathing.
Here's Connor.
Let's go, let's go.
Let's move it, move it.
Holy shit. It's an ambush.
What in the hell do we do?
CLAY: - You want my advice?
- Shut up, asshole!
Follow protocol,
Jenkins, and drive!
TIG: Got the door!
QUINN: Let's move it!
Go, go, go, go, go!
(tires squealing)
CHIBS: Hold on, brother.
Shit! This is Sierra-4-0.
We are under attack. This
is an all-units call!
We need everybody
at our 20 now!
JAX: Let him out!
No one gets hurt!
Who the hell are they, Morrow?
CLAY: Angels sent by
the god of justice.
Well, I got news
for you, shithead.
This thing's a tank.
TIG: Put the guns
on the hood now!
Open the door!
Give me the keys now!
Here.
TIG: - Take it.
JAX: - Get out, get out.
All right, all right, I'm out.
CLAY: Where the
hell are the Irish?
JAX: In Ireland.
ROOSEVELT: All right,
they're leaving!
The MC-- they're headed
out empty-handed!
We just got an
all-units request.
Someone's taking down a prisoner
transport on East Fremont.
PATTERSON: Who's the prisoner?
Clay Morrow.
ROOSEVELT: Pulling all our resources
to the other side of town.
PATTERSON: - Son of a bitch!
ROOSEVELT: - Yeah.
JAX: All right, let's go.
Come on, move!
TIG: Come on!
CHIBS: Back it up, move it!
Come on, let's go!
(groans)
JAX: Shit!
Hayes!
Shit.
JAX: How bad is it?
CHIBS: Well, the vest took
one, but his shoulder's bad.
(Bobby groaning)
This is way beyond me, brother.
JAX: - You okay?
CLAY: - Yeah.
TIG: Clay, wardrobe upgrade.
JUICE: I'm sorry.
That cop was gonna
keep shooting.
JAX: I know. Just
head to the airstrip.
(knocking)
GEMMA: No, you can't get that
close to the stove right now.
You have to be careful.
UNSER: Who's at the door?
- Hey.
TARA: - Hey.
UNSER: - Hi.
ABEL: - Mommy!
TARA: Oh, hey! What you
doing there, buddy?
ABEL: Making lunch for Wendy.
She's sick.
TARA: That's nice of you.
NERO: Abel, maybe you're
gonna grow up and be
a doctor like your mom someday.
(phone ringing)
GEMMA: Hello.
Yeah, she just walked in.
What's the matter?
TARA: Thanks for
looking after them.
Hey, let's put on
your shoes, okay?
We're gonna go home now, buddy.
UNSER: Hey, I'll get your shoes.
Come on.
Come up here. That's
it, get up here.
NERO: You can join us for lunch.
TARA: No, thanks.
What's Wendy doing here?
NERO: We couldn't get her
into rehab until next week,
so we're looking out
for her until then.
Might be a good idea for a
doctor to take a look at her.
TARA: Yeah, you
should get one.
I don't have a
license to practice.
GEMMA: That doesn't matter.
That was Jax; he's been
trying to get ahold of you.
Come here, darling.
I want you to go on and get your
new books out of Grandma's room.
You show Mom. Go on.
- Bobby's been shot. It's bad.
NERO: - What happened?
GEMMA: I'll tell you
on the way over.
Come on. We gotta go.
TARA: So...
so, what, we just pretend
nothing happened and I'm mob doctor again?
GEMMA: Well, I'm willing to pretend
if it's gonna save his life.
Bobby's gonna die.
TARA: Jesus Christ. All right.
I need to go by my house
and pick up my bag.
UNSER: Here, I got him.
Come here.
Come on, bub. Oh!
TARA: I'll be back in
a little bit, baby.
Wayne's gonna look
after you guys, okay?
I'm sorry.
UNSER: Hey!
(Thomas crying)
Where's my... where's my lunch?
I thought you were making
macaroni and cheese?
Come on.
Let's go do this.
(sirens wailing)
Copy that. They're in position.
ROOSEVELT: Trucks weren't
registered; no VIN numbers.
We're still canvassing the area
looking for wits, cameras,
anything that we can find.
PATTERSON: What did
Jenkins have to say?
ROOSEVELT: Eight to ten masked
males, assault weapons.
They got away in two trucks.
Hayes got off a few shots into one
of them as they were driving away.
Before they ran him over.
We alerted the
hospitals in the area.
You want me to round up the MC?
PATTERSON: Not yet.
I need to reevaluate my options.
ROOSEVELT: All right.
JAX: How's it look?
CHIBS: I stopped the
bleeding, but it's bad.
JAX: All right, Tara
will be here soon.
- Stay with Bobby.
QUINN: - You got it.
CLAY: Thank you, brother.
For today.
(door opens)
He's ready for you.
GAALAN: Gentlemen.
CLAY: Thank you, Gaalan.
GAALAN: The gratitude
is mine, friend.
We've a lot of work
to do, you and I.
CLAY: Mm-hmm.
GAALAN: Good job, Jackson.
CLAY: Jesus Christ.
JAX: We had a vote.
Decided this had to happen.
(horn honks outside)
JUICE: Tara and Gemma.
JAX: Let them in.
Shut the door.
TIG: How is this gonna play out
with Nero, Gemma and Tara?
JAX: Same way.
Get an ETA on Connor.
CHIBS: Aye.
(tires squeal)
Bobby's in the truck.
GEMMA: Oh, Jesus.
TARA: Yeah. I need some help.
JAX: Juice.
(Bobby coughing)
- Help Tara.
JUICE: - Yeah.
JAX: Thank you.
GEMMA: Everybody else okay?
JAX: Yeah.
NERO: Gemma.
CLAY: Didn't think I'd
see you this soon.
GEMMA: Guess I'm just lucky.
They carting you off to Belfast?
CLAY: I don't think so.
GEMMA: I thought
that was the plan.
CLAY: I think there's
another plan.
I'm glad you're not alone, Gem.
JAX: Gemma tell you?
NERO: Coming over.
JAX: Now you know
everything, brother.
NERO: I wish I didn't.
This your way of
getting out of guns?
Taking down a prison
transport, killing a sheriff?
'Cause this shit is all
over the news, mano.
JAX: It's more than that.
NERO: More? Really?
I don't know if I could
take much more, Jax.
JAX: What do you think?
TARA: It's serious. I need surgical tools.
That slug's in deep.
There's some shards of glass that
are really close to the nerve.
We have to stabilize him.
I can't... I can't do it here.
JAX: - We'll take him to the cabin.
TARA: - Okay.
I need to go by St. Thomas
and get some supplies.
CHIBS: Connor's 15 minutes out.
CLAY: So, what
happens now, Pres?
JAX: We settle with the Irish.
CLAY: Hmm.
And, uh, how do we do that
with three dead bodies?
JAX: How would you do it?
CLAY: Well... I mean,
the smart plan
would be to blame it
on a bad relationship.
You know, two guys with some
history get into a beef.
One thing leads to another.
Couldn't be helped.
JAX: Sounds about right.
CLAY: So, I guess you, uh,
had another vote I wasn't privy to.
JAX: Yeah, we did.
This time it was unanimous.
CLAY: Fair enough.
TIG: Let's go.
CLAY: This good?
JAX: Yeah.
(Clay sniffs)
(gunshot)
(Gemma gasping)
(shells clinking on floor)
JAX: You okay?
GEMMA: Yeah.
I'll, um... I'll
take her to
St. Thomas, get what she needs.
Take her up to the cabin.
JAX: Thanks.
NERO: Now I know what
you meant by "More."
JAX: I'm glad you were here.
What went down today was us burying
the last piece of a very broken past.
What you and me are doing
together, that's SAMCRO's future.
NERO: I'll see you up there.
(car door opens)
(car door closes)
JAX: Thank you.
RAT BOY: You sure you
don't need us here?
JAX: No.
Get Bobby up to the cabin.
I'll meet you up there.
(engine starts)
CHIBS: Connor will be
here any minute, brother.
JAX: Yeah.
NERO: - That shit with Clay...
GEMMA: - I didn't know.
NERO: They voted that?
GEMMA: Yeah.
TARA: A few months ago,
Clay killed Piney Winston.
One of the original members.
Then he ordered the
cartel to kill me.
Because I knew what he
did to John Teller.
Jax stopped them, but that's,
um, how my hand got crushed.
Ruined my career.
NERO: Jesus.
TARA: Clay Morrow should've
been dead a long time ago.
(Gemma crying)
GEMMA: I'm sorry.
NERO: It's okay.
GEMMA: I hated him so much.
(cell phone ringing)
TARA: - Hello.
PATTERSON: - Dr. Knowles, Thyne Patterson.
- I need to speak with you.
TARA: - About what?
PATTERSON: The Sons of Anarchy.
Can you meet me at my office?
GEMMA: Uh, no.
PATTERSON: Your office
then, at the hospital.
TARA: Okay.
PATTERSON: I'm on my way.
GEMMA: - Was that Jax?
TARA: - No.
- Lawyers.
GEMMA: - Sorry.
I know that's probably...
TARA: - You okay?
GEMMA: - Yeah.
Thanks.
(car horn honking outside)
TIG: - Yeah?
JAX: - Go.
CHIBS: Looks good, Jackie.
Yeah?
TIG: Come on, pull it in here.
Stop.
CONNOR: Where's all your men?
JAX: Took Bobby to
get patched up.
HUGH: He gonna make it?
CHIBS: Aye, think so.
CONNOR: - Gaalan in the office?
JAX: - Yeah.
TIG: You, uh, need help
unloading the guns?
NEIL: - I appreciate it.
TIG: - Yeah, sure.
CONNOR: Mother of Christ.
Aw, Jesus.
JAX: Easy... brother.
Let me tell you
what happened here.
Clay and Gaalan had
some kind of side deal.
It went bad.
They started arguing.
Clay shot Gaalan.
Your men ran in.
Clay dropped them, too.
When he turned on us,
we had no choice.
We killed him.
CONNOR: What the
hell did you do?
JAX: We did what we had to.
We killed the man
that killed your men.
That's what you're
gonna tell the Kings.
CONNOR: Did you murder them all?
JAX: You're not listening
to what I'm saying.
I am giving you the
truth you need.
The only story that
protects both of us.
Any other truth, you
look like a failure.
CONNOR: Clay was keeping
our gun business alive.
JAX: That still happens.
You tell Roarke and the others
that August Marks is their
only option in Northern Cali.
The Chinese are gonna jump on the
market if the IRA wait to
find another distributor.
It's work with black
or lose it all.
CONNOR: You played me,
you bastard, didn't you?
JAX: If I did, I played you
right into the number one slot.
It's up to you whether
you want to stay there.
You're a smart,
decent guy, Connor.
We both know this had to happen.
It was gonna be you and me lying
on the floor if it didn't.
They earned that blood.
So let's move past it.
So we can both go
home to our families.
CONNOR: The Kings will want to
know your side of the story.
JAX: Whatever you need.
CONNOR: And what if they
don't believe us? Then what?
JAX: Then we swear on a
stack of Catholic bibles.
CONNOR: I'll call
Belfast in the morning.
JAX: Good.
We're going to need to leave the
KG-9's here with the bodies.
Take the rest of the guns.
Store them in the
beverage warehouse.
CONNOR: Why?
JAX: I need to deal
with a local problem.
I'll cover the
cost of the guns.
(siren wailing)
TARA: I'll be back
as soon as I can.
NERO: That was rough, mama.
I'm sorry.
(Gemma sighs)
GEMMA: I don't know why
I'm so goddamn sad.
NERO: Hey, good or bad, Clay
was a huge piece of your life.
You know?
It's going to take a minute.
GEMMA: He's not worth a minute.
NERO: Okay.
GEMMA: Where are you
at with the club?
Or shouldn't I be asking?
NERO: Godfather paradox.
More distance I try to
create, closer I get.
GEMMA: Jax loves you, Nero.
I see how he looks at you.
How he listens to you.
NERO: Yeah, well...
little too old to adopt.
(Gemma sniffles, chuckles)
GEMMA: You can always marry me.
NERO: No offense, mama.
I've seen what happens
to your husbands.
It ain't pretty.
GEMMA: No.
It's not.
(sighs)
(sniffles)
I'm so glad you're
in our lives.
NERO: Yeah.
Me, too.
PATTERSON: Thank you for coming.
TARA: What do you want?
ROOSEVELT: Can you tell
us where you were today?
TARA: Why?
ROOSEVELT: Clay Morrow didn't
make it to the county courthouse.
PATTERSON: His transport
was ambushed.
Eight or nine
unknown assailants.
They killed one of our sheriffs,
injured three-- two critically.
TARA: I heard. I'm sorry.
PATTERSON: Those other complications
I had pending are now off the table,
which means I've decided
to take you up on your offer.
In exchange for your cooperation
against the MC,
you'll get immunity from
Pamela Toric's murder.
TARA: What about my boys?
And protection.
PATTERSON: If you want Witness
Protection, it'll mean using RICO.
You'll have to provide
us with a federal crime.
Gunrunning, extortion, murder.
ROOSEVELT: Just tell
us who broke out Clay.
TARA: What would I have to do?
PATTERSON: Provide us with
irrefutable evidence.
TARA: If I...
pulled a bullet out of a
club member from today's shooting--
a sheriff's bullet--
it would have DNA on it.
Would that be proof?
PATTERSON: With your testimony, yes,
that would put
the member at the crime scene,
prove the Sons were responsible.
TARA: I'm going to
need more time.
PATTERSON: - How much time?
TARA: - At least until tomorrow.
PATTERSON: You only have one
chance at this, Doctor.
TARA: I have to go.
Gemma's waiting outside.
(door closes)
ROOSEVELT: So,
what do you think?
PATTERSON: I think she's
in for a very long night.
ROOSEVELT: Do you
want me to tail her?
PATTERSON: No. We don't
want to put her at risk.
I'll call up the DOJ, dig in
about getting her WITSEC.
(knock at door)
CANE: Galt division just
followed up on an anonymous tip.
Found four dead bodies and six cases
of KG-9's in a hangar off 104.
Two of the DB's,
Clay Morrow and Gaalan O'Shay.
ROOSEVELT: Looks like it's going
to be a long night for everybody.
♪ ♪
CHIBS: - Sorry, Doc.
TARA: - It's okay.
CHIBS: Oh. Wow, wow, wow.
That was beautiful, Doc.
TARA: Just one more little piece,
and he should be out of the woods.
GEMMA: "Where was her
white frilled cap?
And her gown and petticoat?
And how small she had
grown, and how brown.
And covered with prickles.
Why, Mrs. Tiggy-Winkle
was nothing but a..."
ABEL: - Hedgehog.
GEMMA (chuckling): - That's right.
NERO: Hedgehog.
GEMMA: "But then how could she have
found three clean pocket handkins?"
ABEL: - Why don't we finish...
- (knock at door)
UNSER: - Uh, sorry.
NERO: - Hey.
UNSER: Didn't mean to
disturb your story time.
Here you go.
(Nero grunts)
NERO: Grandma.
UNSER: I'll, uh, check on
Wendy one more time, and...
then I'm gonna split.
NERO: Okay.
GEMMA: Thank you, Wayne.
UNSER: Yeah.
Good night.
(Abel muttering)
GEMMA: Hey, baby.
Hey.
♪ ♪
(Bobby groans)
CHIBS: Welcome back.
(Bobby grunts)
BOBBY: Hey.
CHIBS: Welcome back, Bobby.
(Bobby chuckles)
(camera clicking)
♪ ♪
ROOSEVELT: Teller
kept his promise.
Gave you Gaalan and the guns.
PATTERSON: No, he didn't.
The deal I made didn't include
a stack of dead bodies.
(crickets chirping)
JAX: I know you didn't
have to help us today.
Thank you.
TARA: I'm just glad
he's going to be okay.
JAX: I understand...
why you did everything you did.
I'm sorry being with me
took you to that place.
(Jax sighs)
(lock clicks)