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Sons of Anarchy...

Clock is ticking on
the eminent domain buyout.

He loses his investors, the
vote goes back to city council.

They can revert
back all the land.

Clay,
Jax-- Romero Parada.

Friends call me Romeo.

- SIG 551s...
- These are excellent.

Let's set up a shipment
for every two weeks.

We can make that work.

I'll have the coke ready
for you for the run back.

Sounds good.

That you forgot to mention we'd also
be running coke for the Galindo Cartel?

We voted in selling them guns.

We'll have another vote.

I want you to back me.

It's the only way
this thing passes.

If I do this, my
out for your drugs.

You hiding something from me?

This fell out of one of
Abel's coloring books.

Letters from John Teller
would be very painful.

Could set things off
with Clay again.

And all those other
drones at the table, they're

gonna follow him right down
to that last little crumb.

Drugs are not what we do.

You don't tell me what we do.

Six-five.

It passes.

♪
♪

Morning.

Morning.

What are you writing?

Just jotting some things down.

What kinds of things?

My badass biker is journaling?

I got to get ready.

When are you back?

Couple days.

You really going down
there for a bike show?

You want to know more?

Hmm. It's too early.

Mm-hmm.

What happened?

Too much sun.

Opie and Kozik headed up north.

They should be back before us.

- Irish?
- Yeah.

You okay?

Yeah.

Ride safe.

Bye, darling.

- See you later.
- Yeah, be safe.

Prez.

Welcome to the border, brother.

Thanks, man.

- Good to see you, 'mano.
- Redwood.

Good to see you, Huff.

Having trouble with the grip?

No, perfect.

How you doing, Army?

Really sorry about Little Paul.

We wish we could have
made the funeral.

Yeah, man, condolences.

Thanks. Awful shit.

Broke our hearts.

So, uh, meeting Romeo
tomorrow at the expo, 10:00 a.m.

SAMTAZ, ready
to protect and serve.

You're sure the truck's
good here tonight?

Absolutely.
No cops, no scumbags.

Everyone knows we run it.

Stop it.

I'll pay you, I promise.

You said we had a week.

That was a week ago, shitwhore.

We'll get the money.

What's this guy owe on?

Benny, handle it.

Get off him.

Jesus Christ.

Hey, hey, hey.

Let go of me.

Let go.

Skank.

You bastards.

What is it?

Crank.

This what he's behind on?

You're dealing here?

It ain't a risk.
We own the spot.

Ain't a risk?

That's a truck filled with
automatic weapons, douche bag, a

life sentence for everyone
involved, and you have us roll

up in your goddamn crank den?

- Hey, hey, hey, hey.
- What?!

Easy. Coke, crank.
You mule, we sell. Same shit.

Shut it down.

Sorry, ese.

Not your club, not your call.

Let's go.

♪ Riding through this world all
alone God takes your soul ♪

♪ You're on your own the crow
flies straight a perfect line ♪

♪ On the devil's bed until you
die gotta look this life ♪

♪ In the eye ♪

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I ain't telling you how to run your
charter, but the club has precedents.

SAMCRO went all
in with the cartel.

Now, that sends a message
to the charters.

We don't deal.

That's always been the message.

Come on, Clay,
that's bullshit, man.

You can't draw that line.

We just voted this shit in.

That trucker had back debt.

How long you been dealing?

Voted it in four months ago.

Been up and running about three.

This town is drying up, Clay.

I'm just trying to keep
this charter alive, man.

We would have never brought you
into this if we knew you were cooking.

Look, you don't
want to use us, fine.

We're the closest
charter to the border.

Anybody else is a two-day ride.

You know, we're paying
SAMTAZ a good fee for running

protection down here.

Yeah, but SAMCRO's the only
charter getting rich off the cartel.

Sorry, guys, Romeo's waiting.

We got to go.

Yeah, let's handle
this shit later, boys.

Why the hell did
Reggie turn in his patch?

Dude had 18 years.

Little Paul was his sponsor.

When he got killed,
it broke him up, man.

He got out before
the crank vote?

Yeah, almost five months ago.

Close vote?

It was, but now
everyone's behind it now.

What about you?

Four kids, 'mano.

Ain't got a choice.

All right, bro, come on.

Be right there.

Can I help you?

You sell Mariposa lily bulbs?

I don't have any in
stock, but I can get some.

Mine just keep dying.

Think it might be too much sun.

What's their exposure?

Southern.

Greenhouse.

Still potted.

Bring one in.
I'll take a look at it.

Lilies are tricky.

Half of mine never
make it from seed.

All right, I'll do that.

- Gemma.
- Rita.

- Nice to meet you.
- Likewise.

Chucky.

Hello.

Go wait in the car.

Adieu, ladies.

What happened there?

Long story.

Picked up those hands on eBay.

Difficult rehabilitation.

How's it going
with the gardens?

Ah, not so good.

We don't raise another $80,000
in the next three weeks, it's gone.

Let me guess.

More retail feed for
Charming Heights?

Yeah, most likely.

I wouldn't let the
mayor see that sign.

He might fire your husband.

Just imagine what he'd do
if he knew I was the one who

started that committee.

We're having a big
fund-raiser next week.

I take it you know who I am.

Yeah.
Clearly you know who I am.

So what's this,
uh, gold circle club?

Oh, it's for premium donors,
minimum $5,000 donation.

Hmm, expensive club.

There's other ways to donate.

Gold circle is mostly
professionals.

Helps us attract
the right donors.

So, uh, being a biker's
old lady would what?

Attract the wrong
kind of donors?

I honestly don't
care who you are.

If you really want to
help, the door is open.

But if you're just here to rattle
my cage, I don't have the time, love.

All right... love.

I'll come back with
my dead bulbs.

I'll be here.

Shame about the gardens.

Yeah.

I seriously hope the clock
ticks out on Charming Heights.

Oh, thank you.

What clock would that be?

Well, if Hale doesn't
lock down investors heby the end

of the quarter, eminent domain
vote goes back to the city council.

They could shut it all down.

Really?

Do I know you?

Oh. I'm sorry.
Nick Stackhouse.

Work for the zoning department.

Ah.
Gemma Teller.

Thanks for the light, Gem.

♪
♪

Go check us in.
Make it official.

Done.

Romeo does not seem like
the kind of guy who runs late.

Relax. He'll be here.

What's going on, man?

I've been thinking
about this crank move.

Armando said they passed
the vote four months ago.

That's right after Little Paul
was killed and Reggie quit.

So, you think that had something
to do with this drug move?

Little Paul would have
never signed off on crank.

And Reggie was a lifer.

Him walking away doesn't
make any sense.

No.

What are you thinking?

It was a close vote.

Two no's easily sway
it the other way.

Yeah, so someone's
clearing the opposition, man?

I don't know, but it's
worth tracking down Reggie,

asking him why he quit.

Let's go find Reggie.

We got to shut this
crank thing down.

Send the message to the other
charters we don't deal.

Cartel's here.

Every business needs
shipping and selling.

You can't separate the two.

I got a wife that says
shit without saying shit.

Grow a sack, Elvis.

Armando's right.

Muling and dealing--
same goddamn thing.

Not the time, boys.

Same thing.

Let's get this done.

Everything cool?

Where's El Jefe?

He doesn't like being watched.

You got a tail.

Where?

Auto detailing van.
Three o'clock.

Oh, just some local shit, man.

It's got nothing to do
with our business.

- We'll handle it.
- You better.

Call when it's clear.

This is your goddamn crank.

It's got to be a local narc.

Hey, you're the
crew on federal release.

Could be the ATF with their
noses still up your ass.

We got a tail.

Sooner we lose it, sooner
the Mexicans feel safe.

- Huff?
- Yeah?

Call Fierro.

We'll take 'em down
to Vesper Trail.

- Done.
- You guys, follow us.

You sure your
grip can handle this?

Get on your bike.

♪
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♪
♪

♪
♪

Get ready, boys.

That's how we do
in Mexizona, Mr. Crow.

They blew up a grease truck?

That doesn't sound
like our boys.

A little bit too Mad
Max, don't you think?

We lost the goddamn tail.

Pretty sure that
was their objective.

Did we get anything?

Few photos.

It's not Parada.

Pull Romeo's military info.

I'm guessing you'll find this
guy was part of his unit.

Probably his second.

Bunny, get in the back.

It's all right, it's all right.
Just go in the back.

Never pegged you for
an animal lover, Reg.

What do you want?

Just want to say hello, man.

Missed you in SAMTAZ.

I'm out.
Good standing. Ink's all black.

- Why'd you walk away?
- None of your business.

Now, get out of here.

Come on, man.

- Oh, shit!
- No, no, no, no!

Weeks after Little Paul was
killed, SAMTAZ passed a crank vote.

That have anything to do
with why you patched out?

Hey, Tig, you in
the mood for some stew?

Yeah, yeah.

Mmm, hasenpfeffer, man.

All right.

Why'd you quit?

Huff found out I was
banging Little Paul's old lady.

Ellen?

Jesus, man.

So what happened?

Huff kept it quiet, said he
didn't want to ruin Paul's marriage.

Saving it for leverage.

Little Paul and I got word there
was a cookhouse out on Copperhead.

Shook down the skinheads who
were running it, found out Huff

and Benny had set it up.

Used the club's weight to get it
done and nobody at the table had

any idea that it was happening.

Then we get a call from Huff and
Benny saying Little Paul had

been gunned down by
Mexican bangers.

No other witnesses.

And when you threatened to out
him, Huff played the leverage.

Yeah.

Huff said he was gonna tell the
gang that I was banging Ellen.

I'd be drummed out, Ellen'd get
shunned-- no compensation,

nobody to look out after her.

I didn't want it to
ruin her life, too.

I walked away.

Yeah, well, once you and Little
Paul were gone, Huff voted it in legit.

Look, I don't want
this getting back to the club.

I can't make that promise.

I can promise you we'll
take care of Ellen.

Yo, Luis called.

Romeo wants to meet.

Uh, get a 20 on those
skinheads, will you?

Yeah.

Piney.

You okay?

Yeah, I just-- sorry,
I, I just let myself in.

It's okay.

What's, uh, what's going on?

Uh, you remember those
questions you were asking me a

few months back about John?

Then you said you
read something.

Yeah.

What was it?

Well, you shut me down
when I tried to tell you.

Why do you want to know now?

Because the club is
headed into troubled waters and

maybe there's something in
whatever you read, helps me to

keep the boat from, you
know, rocking too much.

Those are some
really vague metaphors for

a guy as direct as you.

I want to read whatever it is.

John was my friend.
I have a right.

Bullshit.

What do you need it for?

I can't tell you.

Hmm, then neither can I.

Hey.

I need some goddamn leverage.

- And that pointed history you
- Oh, sorry.

You know, most civil
people would knock before entering.

I'm not most people.

And she's definitely not civil.

What are we,
George and Gracie now?

Sorry to interrupt.

That's okay, we're done.

No, no, no, no.

We should finish.
I'll be right back.

What do you need?

I wanna sign you up for a
committee-- Charming Central Gardens.

Need to raise money to save it.

I can't. I'm already
on three committees here.

I just need your name.

It means a lot to get
a doctor involved.

- Attracts donors.
- Gemma, I can't.

It's a chance
to help this town.

What's your angle on this?

Why do you give a shit
about an overgrown park?

Nate taught me how to plant
seed in that overgrown park.

I am not gonna let 'em gut it
and put up a goddamn Starbucks.

Tara, it's Piney.
S... Something wrong!

Sorry about this morning,
man; won't happen again.

Who was it?

Ah, local law.

Harassing one of our
charters down here.

We got it handled.

Good.

From now on, we'll just be sending
four guys down with the truck.

Lower profile.

Our Tucson charter will run
protection once we're here.

Have we heard from
our friends in Belfast?

I talked to the Kings.

They're working on that
big ticket order for you.

They're gonna want a face-to-
face before that sale can happen.

I'm always available.

We're all set.

Location for the exchange, South
Tucson, farm equipment repair yard. 10:00.

- Great. See ya then.
- See ya. Vámonos.

We trust these guys?

Not till we need to.

Luis Torres, Special
Forces Airmobile Group.

Intelligence.

Masters in Logistics,
Universidad Veracruzana,

- Lieutenant First Class...
- Commanding Officer,

Romeo Parada.

Yep.

Left Special Forces two
weeks after his C.O.

Last known tour of duty,

Galindo Cartel.

A trench is a trench.

Looks like we're back on RICO.

Just in time,
we're outta snacks.

Call Sacramento.

Tell 'em all our players are
in the game and I need money.

Where you going?

To the place
where bikers go to die.

What the hell is
this all about, Clay?

We should be gearing
up for tonight.

Meet Achey.

Skinhead meth cooker.

About five months ago, Little
Paul and Reggie found

out Achey here was cooking
for Huff and Benny.

What?

They told his crew it
was a SAMTAZ drug operation.

Ain't that right, Achey?

This is bullshit!

We-We took a vote.

Yeah, after you killed
Little Paul and blackmailed

Reggie out of the club.

Come on, man.

You know what
you're doing here?

I'm accusing the VP and
the Sergeant of using the MC

to their own ends.

And then when they got caught,
they killed a member...

and blackmailed another.

This is crazy, man.

This guy's a goddamn tweaker.

Yeah, but this guy's not.

Reg has the whole story.

It's your charter, man.

Listen to the facts.

You make your decision.

But if you find out that your
club got into crank on a lie,

you need to vote it again.

I'm not listening to this shit.

Sit down, Huff.

You gonna listen
to his bullshit?

I said sit down.

You little bitch...!

You having
trouble with the grip?

Handle your business.

We'll be at the truck stop.

Can I get out of here now?

Dr. Geller wants to
keep you in for 24 hours.

Just observation.

It's my oxygen levels.

It happens once in a while.

The alcohol isn't helping.

Yeah, I know.

I'm-I'm sorry I was so
hard on you before.

Mm, it's okay.

Tell me about John Teller.

What was he like?

He was a complicated guy.

Angry, impulsive...
Just righteous as hell.

Hated being wrong.

Not much of an education.
Book smart, though.

He used to, um...
devour three and four of 'em at a time.

He was loyal.

Too loyal.

That sounds familiar.

Yeah, they're cut
from the same cloth.

You know what I want to know?

Why my best friend was
afraid when he died.

I found some
of JT's old letters.

He was trying to get the club
out of the gun business.

He knew it was a risk.

Clay and the others
were invested.

Trying to get them out how?

From what I read, he had
set up a meeting in Belfast

with some IRA members
and a priest.

- Kellan Ashby.
- Yes.

John wanted to end the
relationship with the Irish,

stop the club from selling guns.

He was killed before
that meeting happened.

Hey, how we doing?

Okay.

We're gonna run some more tests.

Make sure he's stable.

Just give him some
tequila, that'll do it.

I'll check in on you later.

What you doing, old man?

What do you want with Tara?

She's just, uh, helping
me grow old gracefully.

I know you're
bumping up against Clay.

That bullshit you fed
me the other day.

It wasn't bullshit,
it was the truth.

You all just refuse
to look at it.

Well, whatever truth
you think Tara can tell you,

it's only going to
make things worse.

- It can't get any worse.
- Back off it, Piney.

Leave it alone...
before it kills you.

That's half the
reason I'm doing it.

Sorry, man.

Lost a third
of my goddamn club.

Take another vote on the crank?

Yeah.

It passed. Sorry.

Are you shitting me?

Guys got a taste
of the money, Clay.

It was unanimous.

We'll arrange another
depot to land the truck.

And I'll make damn sure the
crank don't get in the way.

You got my word.

Shit.

We better get moving.

Come on.

Not a goddamn word.

Sorry. I, uh, I just wanted
to stop by and give you this.

Gold circle club.

Five grand.

In 20s?

Is that a problem?

No.

Come on in.
I'll get your information.

Oh, no, no, it's not for me.

Dr. Tara Knowles wants
to be on your committee.

Here's all her info.

Future daughter-in-law.

Lucky you.

Yeah-- lucky me.

My dead bulbs.

Have a good night.

That's some
well-guarded salsa, man.

Wait till you taste it.

Chibs, come on, Chibs.

I'm good.

Sorry to interrupt your
solitude, Mr. Delaney.

Deputy Sheriff Gabe Marcel, San
Joaquin Sheriff's Department.

Just, uh, need a few
minutes of your time.

It's regarding the murder of
your wife, Luann Delaney.

Sanwa Sheriffs recently took
over jurisdiction of Charming.

All of Charming P.D's unresolved
cases became our responsibility.

I'm following up.

According to the autopsy report,
traces of semen were found in

your wife's undergarments.

The county was finally
able to run the analysis.

Got a match from the system.

A, uh...

Robert Munson.

Known as Bobby Elvis.

A member of your
motorcycle club.

Can you tell me anything
about their relationship?

And I ask, because in most
cases, 87.9% actually, the

person having sex with the
victim is the perpetrator.

And... It was...

It was a gruesome assault.

I understand you've been going
through some emotional issues.

Doesn't seem right you're
locked up in this box.

I'm going to look into that.

I'll come back a little later when
you feel a bit more... settled.

Have a good night.

You always travel this thick, or
you expecting heat from the competition?

It's just a precaution.

Should we be
taking that precaution?

Lobo Sonora doesn't
know about our deal.

If they did, they would never
risk reprisal up north.

They hit us down
here, and we're prepared.

That you are.

700,000.

The balance for this order.

Half down for the next.

Fredo!

Ábrelo.

30 kilos of uncut
Colombian cocaine.

Give it a safe ride, gentlemen.

We'll be up in a few days
to check on the operation.

Buena suerte.

Come on, load it up.

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