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>> ANNOUNCER: Last season on

Sons of Anarchy...

>> JAX: Found a box in the

storage unit.

It's, like, pictures and

journals and things I never knew

about him.

When you and dad hooked up,

did he ever talk to you about

his vision?

About what he wanted from the

club?

>> GEMMA: This was in one of his

boxes.

He wrote it all down.

John is speaking to him from the

Goddamn grave.

>> OFFICER: Robert Munson,

you're under arrest for the

murder of Brenda Hefner.

>> CLAY: ATF says they've got an

eyewitness.

>> JUICE: We checked Opie's

finances.

Somebody paid off a huge chunk

of his debt.

Federal wire transfer.

>> STAHL: I figured, the least I

could do was pay off some of

those big bills of yours.

>> OPIE: I know how this looks.

She set me up to look like a

rat.

It's all a lie.

Am I good with you, Clay?

>> CLAY: Yeah.

>> TIG: Opie has turned on us.

This has got to happen,

Clay.

>> His death never lands

at our feet.

>> DONNA: Love you.

>> OPIE: Love you back.

>> TIG: What, a drive-by?

>> CLAY: Make it ghetto.

Make it gangsta.

(horn blaring)

>> TIG: Shit.

>> OPIE: Donna! Oh...

(sobbing) ...God.

Oh, baby.

>> HALE: I knew Stahl was

setting Opie up as a rat.

I think Clay tried to have him

killed.

>> PINEY: Someone last night, in

a gangsta SUV gunned down my

daughter.

>> LAROY: It wasn't us.

Niners didn't kill your

daughter.

>> GEMMA: Jax knows something

about Donna.

He knows everything.

>> JAX: Did you try to kill

Opie?

>> CLAY: I love Opie.

Love Donna.

I'd never do nothing to her.

>> JOHN: To my oldest, wisest

friend.

What we started was a good

thing.

This book is for all the things

we wanted and all the things we

still can be.

>> PINEY: Time for a change.

>> JAX: Yeah.

(shots firing)

♪ One, two, three, four, five,

six, seven! *

♪ I've got my clipboard,

textbook

Lead me to the station, yeah

♪ I'm off to the civil war

I got my kit bag,

my heavy boots

♪ I'm running in the rain

I'm gonna run till my feet are

raw

♪ Slip kid, slip kid

Second generation

I'm a soldier at 13

♪ Slip kid, slip kid

Realization

There's no easy way to be free

♪ No easy way to be free

It's a hard, hard world

I left my doctor's prescription

♪ Bungalow behind me

I left the door ajar

I left my vacuum flask

♪ Full of hot tea and sugar

Left the keys... *

>> PINEY: Would you two quit

horsing around?

>> KENNY: Are you picking us up

from school, Gramps?

>> PINEY: We'll see.

>> ELLIE: I love you.

>> PINEY: See you, sweetheart.

You take care of your sister,

kid.

You hear me?

>> KENNY: Okay, gramps.

♪ No easy way to be free

Slip kid

Slip kid

♪ So keep away, old man

You won't fool me

You and your history won't

♪ rule me

You might have been a fighter,

but admit you failed

♪ I'm not affected by your

blackmail

I got my clipboard, textbooks,

♪ Lead me to the station

Yeah, I'm off to the civil war

I got my kit bag, my heavy boots

♪ I'm running in the rain

♪ Gonna run till my feet are

raw... *

>> TIG: Sack, new targets.

Put them up.

Put them up.

>> CAMERON: What do you think,

gentlemen?

>> CLAY: All right, let's talk.

>> HALF-SACK: Okay!

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

That was my...

(shouting)

Yeah, way to go...

You're going to blow off my one

last nut.

Great sponsor.

>> CAMERON: The Russian

pipeline's dried up.

We've hooked up with a source

out of Jebalia.

Run them through Dungloe.

>> CLAY: How do these break down

to ship?

>> CAMERON: They don't.

Come assembled.

>> TIG: That's not our business.

>> CAMERON: I know.

>> CLAY: Where you going with

this, Cam?

>> CAMERON: True IRA is picking

up momentum.

North country's getting hot and

we need to step up our cash

flow, keep the anger focused.

>> JAX: You want the Sons to run

them?

>> EDMOND: Northern Cali,

Oregon, Washington.

>> CLAY: I don't know if you

heard, but we got out of the

errand business sometime back.

We buy wholesale, we assemble,

we sell retail.

End of story.

>> TIG: Yeah.

>> CAMERON: Come on, Clay.

We both know you still got an

ATF target on your back.

You really think it's safe

filling this new space with

illegal gun parts?

>> JAX: What's your deal?

>> CAMERON: We sell, ship,

store.

You load your saddlebags,

deliver.

Charter to charter.

Give you 20%.

We get 60%, we assemble our own.

>> EDMOND: You carry all the

risk and overhead.

>> CAMERON: My son will be your

point guy in Cali.

This is a win-win, Clay.

(Clay sighs)

We'll let you talk it through.

Come on, Eddie.

>> CHIBS: It's bullshit.

They've still got access to the

Russian surplus.

They're just trying to stonewall

us till we play along.

They're Mick pricks.

>> JUICE: He's right about the

Feds.

Doesn't matter what dummy corp

we use or how far off the grid

we are.

If ATF puts a tail on any one of

us, we're going to lead them

right back here.

>> CLAY: What do you think, VP?

>> JAX: Go get the Irish.

>> JUICE: Yeah.

You get us the Russian guns we

need to keep our Oakland

business intact.

We use your facility to store

and assemble.

Then we'll run your hardware up

the coast.

But MC Pony Express is going to

cost you 30%.

>> EDMOND: 25.

>> JAX: 28.

And the Russian stock.

>> CAMERON: Okay.

>> JAX: It's a temporary fix,

boys.

Keeps us in the gun business

till the heat wears off, and

we're running out of road here.

Call a vote, Pres.

>> CLAY: All in favor?

Deal.

>> STAHL: Release papers.

Your lawyer has already been

through them.

Read them, initial the boxes,

sign them, and we'll have you

home by the end of the day.

>> BOBBY: Rosen told me my case

was thrown out three weeks ago.

You mind telling me why I'm just

getting cut loose now?

>> The witness went missing.

State Attorney dismissed the

case, but we can detain for up

to 30 days, in the hopes that

the case gets reinstated.

It didn't.

>> BOBBY: That's it, huh?

Your pretty face gets smashed

in, you spend months, how many

thousands of dollars trying to

crush us?

What for, bitch?

What do you get?

>> STAHL: Peace of mind.

(door opening)

>> CHIBS: Now that we're keeping

the Oakland business, who the

hell we gonna sell guns to?

Niners?

Mayans?

Who?

>> CLAY: Opie back yet?

>> JAX: Today.

>> CLAY: All right, let's sit

down, figure out the move.

>> JAX: Yeah.

We should do that.

>> TIG: Cap.

Opie's going to want payback for

Donna's death, right?

Jax and Piney both know it

wasn't the Niners.

Any ideas where the hell we're

going to land with this?

>> CLAY: Give Trammel a call.

WeWe're gonna need some police

intel.

>> TIG: I can do that.

>> ZOBELLE: Must be very

frustrating, Mr. Hale.

>> JACOB: Every surrounding town

from Stockton to Lodi has grown

nearly 70% in the last two

decades.

>> ZOBELLE: Except Charming.

>> JACOB: SAMCRO has sabotaged

every major development effort

that's come through Charming.

Coercion and violence.

>> WESTON: Easy to do with the

local cops in your pocket.

>> JACOB: Kid brother will be

chief in two months.

Things are gonna change.

My family built this town.

My great great grandfather, his

brothers.

Before my old man dies, the

Hales are going to give it back

to the folks who live here.

>> ZOBELLE: And that salvation

nets you a tidy real estate

profit.

>> JACOB: Progress has rewards.

>> ZOBELLE: I'm sure we can find

a way to help each other.

>> JACOB: David, glad you could

join us.

I'd like you to meet Ethan

Zobelle, AJ Weston.

>> HANNA: Can I get you

anything, David?

>> HALE: Just some coffee,

Hanna.

>> HANNA: You got it.

>> HALE: So, what's this about,

Jake?

>> ZOBELLE: I reached out to

your family, asked for an

introduction.

>> JACOB: Ethan owns cigar

shops.

Stockton, Alameda, Millbrae.

>> HALE: Planning on opening a

shop here in Charming?

>> ZOBELLE: I had my eye on a

storefront.

>> WESTON: We'll need to know

we've got the right support

before we commit to Charming.

>> HALE: Support?

>> WESTON: To protect our

investment.

>> ZOBELLE: We're aware of your

outlaw problem.

Your brother's brought me up to

speed on your struggle.

>> HALE: I'm guessing this isn't

about cigars.

>> JACOB: Ethan shares a common

interest.

>> ZOBELLE: The Sons of Anarchy

have been supplying weapons to

gang members for over a decade.

It's time it stopped.

>> HALE: League of American

Nationalists.

>> ZOBELLE: The League

represents an influential group

of businessmen who are tired of

criminals undermining local

enterprise.

HALE: Right.

And how many black and Latino

businessmen in your influential

group?

>> ZOBELLE: None.

>> HALE: None.

I know who you are.

White hate.

>> ZOBELLE: Quite the

opposite, Deputy Chief.

We are separatists, not

supremacists.

We are God-fearing patriots,

and in a time when black

radicals are in power in this

country, we are desperately

trying to remind our citizens of

their founding beliefs.

>> HALE: That all white men are

created equal.

The hell do you want from me?

>> WESTON: Call us what you

want.

We have the same goal.

Stop scumbags from arming

scumbags.

>> ZOBELLE: We just want you to

know we are at your disposal if

you need us.

>> JACOB: Come on.

David.

I'm sorry. His, uh...

self-righteousness gets the best

of him.

>> ZOBELLE: Ah, I admire his

frankness.

>> JACOB: Davey!

>> HALE: Do you know what those

guys do?

Since when do you smoke up with

neo-Nazis?

>> JACOB: I know who they are.

I'm not an idiot.

Charming is our town, Davey.

Dad tried for years to get it

back from SAMCRO.

He couldn't, but you and me, we

can.

>> HALE: I'm not going to swap

one outlaw for another one.

>> JACOB: The League's got no

interest in Charming.

For them, it's all about race.

>> HALE: And that makes it okay?

>> JACOB: Grow up, little

brother!

♪ 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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>> OPIE: It's good to see you,

brother.

>> JAX: Yeah.

How was the walkabout?

>> OPIE: I'm doing okay.

>> JAX: What's this?

Holy shit.

Panhead EG.

'63?

>> OPIE: '65.

>> JAX: Where'd you find it?

>> OPIE: CHP pulled me over

outside of Ukiah.

Started bullshitting with me.

They turned me on to this used

parts guy.

Electra Glide was just rotting

behind some garage.

It's all there-- stock.

>> JAX: That'll keep you busy.

>> OPIE: That's the plan.

>> JAX: I missed you, bro.

>> OPIE: How's everybody doing?

>> JAX: You know, gettin' it

done.

We made a new deal with the

Irish.

Gonna run handguns up the coast

till the ATF heat dies down.

>> OPIE: What does that do to

business?

>> JAX: We keep supplying

Oakland.

We need to figure out who that

supply goes to.

>> OPIE: Retaliation.

>> JAX: Yeah.

We're sitting down to figure

it out.

Waited until you got back.

>> MARY: Hey, Jax.

>> JAX: Hey, Mary.

>> MARY: He's too skinny, right?

>> JAX: We'll beef him up.

>> MARY: Kids will be so glad to

see you.

>> OPIE: I got some things to

take care of.

You mind picking them up from

school, Ma?

>> JAX: We can wait, man.

>> OPIE: No.

I'll see the kids later, Ma.

See you at the clubhouse.

>> JAX: Ope loves his kids.

We all just got to give him a

minute.

>> MARY: Take care of him, Jax.

>> JAX: Yeah.

>> TARA: He's perfect.

>> GEMMA: The echoes?

>> TARA: Clean.

CBC, CMP's were all normal.

His weight needs to come up a

little bit, but other than

that...

>> GEMMA: But he's still real

fussy with the feedings.

>> TARA: Could be the lactose.

We can try soy base.

>> GEMMA: I don't want to turn

him into a little vegan pussy.

>> TARA: He can drink it in his

wife-beater onesie.

>> GEMMA: Oh, Dr. Funny.

How's his sleep apnea?

You're there pretty much every

night.

>> TARA: Times I'm there, he's

sleeping fine.

>> GEMMA: Good.

>> HALE: Heard Ope's back.

>> JAX: Yeah.

>> HALE: You seen him?

>> JAX: He's doing okay.

That's why I'm here.

Look, this guy's been through

enough.

>> HALE: Yeah.

>> JAX: So whoever is

responsible for killing Donna--

you and me can't prove it.

The suspicions we have don't

help Ope.

>> HALE: Well, if he asks me,

I'm not going to lie to him,

just because I can't prove it

was Clay.

>> JAX: Run it through, man.

What does it get anybody?

Turns Opie inside out.

He loses the only family he's

got left.

Puts Clay on the attack.

He shits in Unser's ear, it's

gonna blow back on you.

>> HALE: All right, I'll protect

Ope.

I'll keep my suspicions to

myself, but you've got to do

something for me.

Unser is in bad shape.

This guy should not be on

the job.

He's got another two months on

his extension.

After that, you got to let him

step down.

>> JAX: I'll do what I can to

make that happen.

>> GEMMA: Wade?

>> UNSER: Gemma.

The little guy doing okay?

>> GEMMA: Yeah.

Got to beef him up a little.

>> UNSER: (chuckles)

>> GEMMA: How about you?

>> UNSER: Right as rain.

This is just a follow-up.

>> GEMMA: Where are you at

with it?

>> UNSER: The BCG's are keeping

it contained to my bladder.

>> GEMMA: Guess that's good.

>> UNSER: Yeah.

>> GEMMA: You waiting on Della?

>> UNSER: She ain't a fan of

hospitals.

Hale's picking me up.

>> GEMMA: We'll wait with ya.

(baby crying)

>> UNSER: I'm glad he's

doing good.

I think Jax is going to make a

real good daddy.

>> GEMMA: I'll make sure

of that.

>> UNSER: No doubt.

>> GEMMA: It's for my heart

condition.

>> UNSER: Miracle drug.

(whistles)

>> Hey, Jefe.

>> DARBY: Talked over your offer

with my guys.

>> WESTON: Talked over?

It's a no-brainer.

>> DARBY: I'm a little fuzzy

about your end in this.

What exactly goes into the

League's pocket?

>> WESTON: You think this is

about money for us?

You got kids, Darby?

>> DARBY: No.

>> WESTON: I just pulled my

six-year-old out of tee ball

'cause I found out they're

giving trophies to every boy on

every team for simply playing

the game.

Trophies should be earned.

Teaching children that

everyone's equal is a dangerous

philosophy.

But maybe you've lost sight

of that.

>> DARBY: Business is down 30%.

I can't afford the white guys.

>> WESTON: Never put money

before race.

This is $5,000.

It should get you operational

inside Charming.

>> DARBY: When Clay finds out

that I'm dealing crank and pussy

in his backyard...

>> WESTON: There's a phone

number inside the envelope.

Call it and tell our Aryan

brothers how much manpower you

need.

And if I were you, I'd button

your shirt.

>> DARBY: I got nothing to hide.

>> WESTON: It's not about

hiding-- you haven't earned it.

>> JAX: I talked to Hale.

He understands.

>> PINEY: Right.

>> JAX: Hey... keeping this

between us is the best thing

for now.

You hear what I'm saying, Piney?

>> PINEY: Clay tried to kill

my son.

He slaughtered his wife by

mistake.

I'm depending on you to make

that right, kid.

>> JAX: Look, you got to trust

me, Piney.

Me fixing things doesn't happen

quick or easy.

Right now it's about protecting

Ope.

>> PINEY: Yeah, we'll see.

>> CLAY: I haven't been able to

say this yet on a club level.

We're all broken up about what

happened to Donna.

She was a great girl.

I know how much you loved her.

She sure loved you.

I'm sorry.

>> OPIE: Thanks.

>> CLAY: Now we got to deal with

the underbelly of this.

Those bullets that killed her--

they were meant for you.

We gotta settle that.

>> OPIE: Had to be the Niners.

Unser said it was a gangsta SUV.

Black guy driving.

>> TIG: No one saw who was

driving, Ope, no one.

We're pretty sure the guy was

not black.

>> CLAY: He was brown.

>> OPIE: Mayans?

How do you know?

>> CHIBS: Jax and Piney talked

with Laroy.

So we know it wasn't the Niners.

>> PINEY: That's right.

As far as Laroy is concerned,

the Niners and the SOA are good.

>> OPIE: And you believed him?

>> JAX: Yeah, we did.

I know the truth when I hear it.

>> TIG: It's got to be Alvarez.

He thinks we set him up.

We took his money, then we left

him behind to get shredded by

the Niners.

>> CLAY: I had Trammel look

into it.

Black Range Rover got jacked

outside a bar in Alameda that

same night.

It turns up two days later, a

few miles down the road from the

Mayan clubhouse in Heyward.

Mac-10 casings on the floor--

same kind of gun killed Donna.

>> TIG: There was prints on

the dash.

Before the end of the day, we're

gonna know who was driving.

>> CLAY: I convinced Trammel to

let us handle the arrest.

>> OPIE: I'm the one who

kills him.

>> CLAY: Agreed.

You, Tig and Chibs.

>> JAX: And me.

>> OPIE: I want Jax.

>> CLAY: All right.

>> JAX: Looks like Trammel

earned his pay.

>> CLAY: You got something you

need to say?

>> JAX: We both know this is

bullshit.

The only reason I don't set fire

to it is 'cause I love Ope.

And the truth would kill him.

>> CLAY: WE all love Ope.

He needs this.

And we're gonna give it to him.

>> JAX: Whoever you put this

murder on, just make sure they

deserve to die.

'Cause the guy that killed Donna

is out there sharing a beer with

her husband.

>> CLAY: You'd better be real

careful how you navigate around

this one.

>> JAX: Or what, you gonna put a

bullet in the back of my

head, too?

>> OPIE: That's him.

Restocking his dealers.

>> JAX: Elian Perez.

Out of Corcoran three months

ago, manslaughter.

Chinese menu of drug and assault

charges.

>> TIG: How do we want to do

this?

>> JAX: Too many eyes here.

>> OPIE: He's on the move.

(rock music playing)

(tires screeching)

>> OPIE: This block's dead.

>> JAX: Yeah.

Take the wheel.

>> TIG: Here we go.

>> JAX: Yo, pull up on his left.

(tires screeching)

(two gunshots)

>> JAX: Around the back!

(tires screeching)

♪ ♪

(panting)

(two gunshots)

♪ Never had the nerve to love

you

♪ I couldn't find my way.

(grunting)

(two gunshots)

>> CHIBS: Slam the bugger!

(grunting)

>> TIG: Go!

Get out, go!

Get up, get in the van.

Get in the van!

>> PEREZ: I know, man.

>> JAX: Come here.

>> TIG: Move it, move it!

(baby cooing)

>> GEMMA: Planning a trip?

>> CLAY: I'm just seeing what

charters we're gonna need to

make this thing work with the

Irish.

>> GEMMA: If it involves you and

a map, we're screwed.

>> CLAY: Saying I got no sense

of direction?

>> GEMMA: I'm saying you need a

GPS to get from the driveway to

the front door.

>> CLAY: You know, I'd be lost

without you, baby.

>> GEMMA: Got that right.

How'd it go with Opie?

>> CLAY: All good.

We determined it was a Mayan

problem.

We're taking care of it.

>> GEMMA: Jax?

>> CLAY: He's on board, just

like I told you.

>> GEMMA: Is that what you told

me?

>> CLAY: Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm.

(baby crying)

>> GEMMA: I hired Neeta to help

with him.

>> CLAY: Neeta?

Oh, jeez, there goes my

underage nanny fantasy.

>> GEMMA: Actually...

it's time for your 2:00 feeding.

>> CLAY: Ooh.

Oh...

(grunting)

>> OPIE: Tell me you did it.

>> PEREZ: What?

>> OPIE: Tell me you killed my

wife.

>> PEREZ: I don't know what the

hell you're talking about, man!

>> OPIE: Tell me you pulled up

behind her and unloaded an

entire clip into the back of her

head.

>> PEREZ: No!

I didn't kill your wife, man.

You got the wrong guy, holmes!

>> JAX: Ope!

>> TIG: Go with them.

Go on.

>> PEREZ: This wasn't the

Mayans, man.

Not our shit, I swear.

I've got no beef with SAMCRO.

>> JAX: The hell you doing, man?

>> OPIE: I'm not leaving here

with any doubt.

>> JAX: The longer this takes,

the greater the risk.

Ope, just do the guy.

Let's get the hell out of here.

>> OPIE: You guys can go.

I gotta do this my way.

>> JAX: Listen to me...

>> OPIE: If it was Tara who had

her head blown off, you'd be

ripping off that guy's fingers

one by one.

I gotta know, Jax.

>> JAX: Okay.

(gun cocking)

>> PEREZ: What the hell are you

doing, man?!

Let me go!

(yells)

What's going on, man?

I won't say anything, I won't!

No! No!

(gunshot, screaming)

>> CHIBS: Tigger!

>> TIG: Guy broke loose, reached

for my gun, had to blow him up,

man.

Sorry, O.

(groaning)

>> JAX: No doubt, bro.

This guy killed Donna.

(gurgling)

(gunshot)

(stabbing body)

(carving on flesh)

>> JAX: Jesus Christ.

>> OPIE: That's so Alvarez knows

who and why.

>> JAX: Get rid of those guns.

You guys take the van, head

back.

I'll dump the body.

>> CHIBS: You're dropping him on

Mayan turf.

You can't do it on your own,

Jackie boy.

>> JAX: You guys need to be

there when the Feds drop off

Bobby.

I got this.

Ope.

It's done.

(phone ringing)

Jesus Christ.

Hey.

>> TARA: Hey, baby.

>> JAX: How's the kid?

>> TARA: That is one tough

little man.

Labwork is all good.

Heart and tummy looking strong.

>> JAX: That's great.

>> TARA: You okay?

>> JAX: Yeah, I'm just in the

middle of it.

>> TARA: Uh, am I gonna see you

later?

>> JAX: I don't know.

I gotta drop something in

Hayward, and then we got Bobby's

party.

Gemma said she'd stay with the

kid.

>> TARA: I'll come by, relieve

her.

>> JAX: Okay, that'll be good.

>> TARA: Love you.

>> JAX: I love you, too.

(sighs)

(Half-Sack humming tune)

>> HALF-SACK: Oh, balls!

Shit!

I'm so sorry.

I, uh...

I was just putting this here.

>> GEMMA: Either join in or get

out, Sparky!

>> HALF-SACK: Okay.

You didn't really mean that you

want me...

>> CLAY: Get out!

(door slamming)

(baby crying)

>> GEMMA: Oh, shit!

(laughing)

>> CLAY: Kids, huh?

I'm sorry, my love.

(baby crying)

I meant what I said, you know.

I would be lost without you.

>> GEMMA: I'm right here, baby.

That's my good boy.

(gunshots)

(shell casings clanging)

(distant crows cawing)

>> CLAY: We good?

>> TIG: Yeah.

Things got a little complicated.

>> CLAY: I want to know?

>> TIG: No worries.

Jax cleaned it up.

>> CLAY: Think this moves him

past it?

>> TIG: Opie?

I don't know, man.

He's working some shit out.

>> PINEY: You should go home.

See your kids.

You know, I don't give a shit

how bad you feel.

You need to pull your sad little

head out of your ass and go be a

father.

I'm tired of carrying your damn

water, boy.

It ain't your fault, and it sure

as hell ain't theirs.

>> OPIE: Love you, too, Pop.

>> CLAY: What the hell is this?

Garage is closed.

>> ZOBELLE: We're not here for,

uh, car repairs.

I understand you're a Camacho

fan.

>> CLAY: Who are you?

>> WESTON: Just dropping by to

give you a little friendly

advice.

>> CLAY: And what advice would

that be?

>> ZOBELLE: We feel it would be

best for all concerned if you

stop dealing arms to the One

Niners and the Mayans.

(others snorting and laughing)

>> CLAY: I don't even know what

you're talking about.

We're just mechanics and Harley

lovers.

>> TIG: That's one of Darby's

guys back there.

>> ZOBELLE: Mr. Darby is one of

our supporters.

>> CLAY: Mm. Expensive car.

Hell of a suit.

All your teeth.

Must be the top of the Aryan

food chain, huh?

>> ZOBELLE: What you do for a

living is between you and your

maker.

I'm not here to adjust your

moral compass.

This is just a reality check.

You're a criminal and you're

done selling guns to color.

(gun cocking)

Are you gonna shoot me, Mr.

Trager?

With all these witnesses?

>> CLAY: Look, uh, I don't know

what Darby told you and, uh, I

don't know what your angle is,

but let me be real clear.

Nobody threatens SAMCRO.

And nobody tells us what we can

and can't do.

Black, brown or white.

So, why don't you just climb

back into your little German

clown car and drive back to Nazi

town?

'Cause the next time you piss

all over my shoes, he will kill

you.

I don't give a shit how many

witnesses there are.

>> ZOBELLE: My shop opens in a

few weeks.

Until then...

enjoy.

>> Sorry, ma'am.

>> CLAY: I want to know

everything.

>> JUICE: You got it.

>> CHIBS: Good work.

>> GEMMA: Who the hell's that?

>> CLAY: Ah, friend of Darby's.

Nothing to worry about.

(loud rock playing)

(laughter and chatter)

>> BOBBY: Yo!

(all cheering)

>> CHIBS: Slam the bugger!

>> MAN: Put it on! Whoo!

>> BOBBY: Yeah!

(Clay laughs)

>> CLAY: Thanks for giving him a

lift.

What do I owe you?

>> STAHL: No charge.

Enjoy the party.

>> CLAY: Hey, you want to stick

around for a while?

I figure you can do some major

damage to a stripper pole.

>> STAHL: You have no idea.

(crowd laughing and cheering)

>> CLAY: Bobby!

Welcome back.

(whistles and cheers)

(door opens, then shuts,

footfalls)

>> GEMMA: Jax?

>> TARA: It's me.

I told Jax I'd come by.

>> GEMMA: You didn't need to do

that.

>> TARA: I wanted to.

>> GEMMA: Come on.

There we go.

That's a good boy.

There we go.

You on the pill?

Just wondering.

You got that look.

>> TARA: The aching, empty-womb

look?

>> GEMMA: Something like that.

>> TARA: You think I'm using Jax

to get knocked up?

>> GEMMA: No. Jesus, I hope not.

You gonna trap someone, make

sure they've got money.

>> TARA: Where are you on

this, Gemma? Me and Jax.

>> GEMMA: What do you care what

I think?

>> TARA: Jax cares.

>> GEMMA: You really want my

advice?

Total disclosure.

>> TARA: What do you mean?

>> GEMMA: It's the only way it

works with you and him.

You're too smart.

Too... too neurotic to live in

the vague.

He needs to tell you everything.

No truth, no pussy.

You draw the line.

>> TARA: I'm not sure I want to

know.

>> GEMMA: Then this will never

last.

Did John Teller tell you

everything?

>> GEMMA: You love the man...

you learn to love the club.

You can do that, there's no

truth you can't handle.

Good night.

♪ Doo, doo-doo-doo, doo, doo

doo-doo-doo, doo. doo-doo-doo

doo, doo

♪ It's a fine line

But a mile down... *

(soft blow lands, woman laughs)

>> JAX: Glad you're back, bro!

>> BOBBY: Yeah, me, too. Shit.

Got a lot to catch up on.

>> JAX: Yeah.

I'll let you get back to your

dinner.

(Bobby laughs)

(horn honking)

(brakes screeching)

>> WOMAN: Help, please!

Oh, God, help me, please!

My baby swallowed something!

He's choking! Please help me!

>> GEMMA: All right.

What did he swallow?

>> A-a bottle cap or something.

(Gemma grunts)

>> JAX: Hey.

>> TARA: What happened to the

party?

>> JAX: Saw Bobby.

I didn't feel lilike staying.

(grunts)

>> TAR What's the matter?

>> JAX: I'm just tired.

I'm gonna take a shower.

♪ ♪

>> TARA: You know why I

run away from shit all the time?

'Cause I don't trust anyone.

If I'm gonna stay, I need to

know the truth.

>> JAX: I tell you the truth?

>> TARA: Not just what you think

I can handle.

I need all of it.

It's the only way I'll know if I

can do this.

>> JAX: I helped Opie kill a man

today.

Retaliation for Donna.

Shot him in the head.

I'm going to bed.

♪ If you're going down

To snowflakes storm

♪ Rivers freeze and summers end

(gasping breaths)

♪ You see she has a coat so warm

To keep her

from the howling winds

(grunts)

♪ Please see for me

if her hair hangs long

Rolls and flows

♪ all down her breast

>> GEMMA: What do you want?!

You know who I am?!

You know what I can do to you?!

Take off the mask, you Goddamn

piece of shit!

(man grunts)

(Gemma screaming)

No! No!

♪ I'm a-wondering

if she remembers me at all

♪ Many times I hoped and prayed

'Cause in the darkness

of my night

In the brightness of my day. *

>> TIG: Bobby's passed out...

face down in red bush mountain.

(Clay scoffs)

>> CLAY: Good to have him back.

>> TIG: Yeah.

We're gonna come out the other

side of this.

>> CLAY: Yeah, we are.

Shit always works out.

♪ You're traveling down

north country fair... *

(man grunting)

(Gemma groans)

(Gemma gasping)

>> I'm sorry, ma'am.

We're almost done.

>> GEMMA: Plea... please.

>> We need you to pass on a

message to your old man.

Tell him to stop selling guns to

niggers and wetbacks or we find

you and we do this again.

(zipper zips up)

♪ She once was

a true love of mine

(man grunting)

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