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Sons of Anarchy...

That boy that killed
those kids in the school

yesterday, he belonged
to my cousin's old lady.

He used a KG-9.

Ours?

Yeah.

Jax... It was supposed
to be just some fetish stuff.

It was torture porn.

Who were they?

Persians.

Ghanezi brothers.

You still owe us Trager.

My club has been cut in half.

I lose another body,
my charter folds.

Ain't my problem.

Haven't heard
anything about Clay.

And you won't.

Until he's out of
protective custody.

Someone wants him alive.

I need another
angle into the MC.

Sign this agreement to
cooperate, and I promise you

a legal team to fight
this bullshit murder.

I want to see my wife.

And I want to see my son.

You think I feel
bad for what I did?

I just want you to know...
you did the right thing.

Clay's telling
me how he forgives me.

He's crazy, Jax.

You got to go find
out what's going on.

The motion for Wendy to
be the primary guardian for

the boys, we should move
on that right away.

You will want that in place if
something were to happen to you.

You okay?

I'm sorry.
It's a family thing.

You know, I listen
almost as good as I suck dick.

How's Bobby?

I got a feeling he's
gonna patch out of Redwood.

Nomads folded.

All you need is four members
that don't have a home anymore.

You need to sign.

I'm gonna rat out my own
son, I'm gonna look him in

the eye before I do that.

Cooperation affidavit
signed by the former president

of the Sons of
Anarchy, Clay Morrow.

His testimony lets me reopen
a RICO case against the MC.

I point the gun dealing to San
Joaquin and hand you your villains.

You want these
guys dead, don't you?

Hurting people who hurt people.

That's always my endgame.

Tell your boss he
has a nice place.

The boy's journal
that was found at the crime

scene has been analyzed by
several psychiatric experts.

I can't go into details about
the contents other than to say

they were violent and
very disturbing.

The journal and other belongings
in the boy's locker supported

the school's growing concern
about the state of Matthew

Jennings' mental health.

We know that the diocese made a
recommendation over a year ago

that the boy seek
outside counseling.

Whether that intervention took
place is still being determined

as we continue our ongoing
discussion with the Jennings family.

As far as the weapon goes, we've
identified it as an older,

pre-1982, KG-9 submachine gun.

Modified to be fully automatic,
with a standard 20-round magazine.

Because of the modification and
the lack of serial numbers, we

know that the gun had to
be purchased illegally.

We're still trying to determine whether
and how Matthew acquired this weapon.

Stockton police, the ATF and special
investigators are deep into this.

It is my highest priority, as
your district attorney, as a

proud resident of this county,
and as a mother, to find the

parties responsible for putting
a weapon so deadly into the

hands of a child so broken.

Thank you.

That's all for now.

Tell me you found the mother.

Nowhere.

Friends, coworkers... no one's
seen or heard from her.

Shit. The boyfriend?

Arcadio Norona. MIA.

We picked up the two Byz-lats
that were at the house.

They claim Darvany and Arcadio
were both there when they left.

- Leverage?
- None.

They were clean.

Had to release them.

How'd it go?

Makes me feel better.

That's good.

What do you tell him?

My sins, mama.

In a way.

Well, then what?

He sprinkles his magic Jesus
water, and everybody pretends

the bad shit never happened?

Yeah.

Something like that.

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

Look, I don't know if it works.

I guess I've been doing it for so long...
I'm afraid how bad it gets if I stop.

You're a good man.

Hmm.

Hey, baby, what...?

Oh, Jesus, I'm sorry.

- You shot me.
- Oh, shit. I'm sorry.

- It's-it's okay. You're gonna... Um...
- Oh. Oh, God.

Oh, shit. No, no, no, no, no,
no, no, no, you're gonna be fine.

Shh, shh. No, no, no, no.

You're okay. You're okay. Shh, shh, shh.
It's gonna be okay. Shh.

- Oh, God, no.
- I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

- Room six.
- Okay, thanks.

♪ Riding through this world ♪

♪ All alone ♪

♪ God takes your soul ♪

♪ You're on your own ♪

♪ The crow flies straight ♪

♪ A perfect line ♪

♪ On the devil's path ♪

♪ Until you die ♪

♪ Gotta look this life ♪

♪ In the eye ♪

Mr. Toric?

I'm coming!

- Did we wake you?
- Yeah.

I was up late. Research.

Why didn't you
tell me about Tara Knowles?

I just came from my
weekly case briefings.

I talked to her. She's
toeing the family line.

She's a surgeon
facing manslaughter.

No room to push there?

The reality of jail
time hasn't set in yet.

Morrow was burned by the club.

Now he's facing a
yard full of shivs.

- He's our best play.
- Play it.

Agreement to turn
State's evidence.

- Get him to sign it.
- It's my first stop.

Make this your second.

Matthew Jennings'
mother's missing.

Literally slipped out the back
door while we were babysitting.

Banger beau's
missing, too, I assume.

Yes, and of course,
nobody knows anything.

Nero Padilla.

He's Arcadio Norona's cousin.

He's a Byz-lat OG.

Runs semi-legit escorts.

Currently in business with Jax
Teller, SOA's president and

Dr. Knowles' significant other.

If anyone knows where the kid's
mom is, it'll be Padilla.

Good. Start with the two
shit heads at the Jennings house.

Maybe they'll flip on the
OG, give us some leverage.

Does this mean I'm on the team?

Track down Darvany Jennings, find out
who gave her son a submachine gun.

I'll take that as a yes.

Take it any way you want.

Yeah?

Teller's here.
Wants to talk to you.

What's going on with Clay?
He summoned me to County.

Talk to his public defender.

He should be at his parole
violation hearing right about now.

Gemma saw Clay yesterday,
ran into an ex-marshal, Toric.

Brother of the
nurse Otto killed.

Is this him?

Well, I heard the
marshal's been pulling some

serious favors to keep Clay whole
and away from Pope's kill squad.

He also paid a visit
to Tara inside.

He's the one that
processed her arrest.

What does he want from Tara?

The same thing
that he wants from Clay.

Something to crush the guys
that murdered his sister.

And I guess you can relate.

Same hate you got for Clay
for killing your wife.

I'm not involved here.

Yeah, okay.

_

- Morning.
- Hey.

- Let me get that.
- Oh. Thanks.

No problem.

Uh, there you go.

- Gemma here?
- Uh, not yet.

I can, uh, handle 'em for a
while if you got to run.

Uh, I can wait for a bit.

Okay. Hey!

Ah. Easy. Look at him go.

How's that working out for you?

Spending my twilight years in
a trailer next to a used oil bin?

What I dreamed of
since I was a boy.

How you doing?

You getting through this?

No choice, right?

You're gonna
be okay, sweetheart.

Not about me anymore.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- You dropping 'em off?
- Is that okay?

I have to go to St. Thomas
and get my hand checked.

That happen in County?

Making friends the Gemma way.

They missed you.

Yeah, that's nice to know.

I'll be back in a few hours.

Yeah, sure.

That's a very worried mother.

She's got no idea.

Didn't think you'd come.

Well, I'm here.

Appreciate that.

So say what you got to say.

Everything that went down...
I get it.

I earned it.

I'm not buying the mea culpa.

What did you give
the marshal for PC?

Promised to give up the club
if he let me see you and Gemma.

I just... just wanted you to know...

I'm sorry.

For all of it.

You shedding the
guilt before you turn?

No turn. No.

No, I ain't giving him shit.

They'll send me back to gen pop.

And that'll play
out like expected.

All right.

That's all I wanted to say.

I'm sorry about your sister.

I can feel how personal
this is for you.

But SAMCRO didn't kill her.

Otto acted alone.

He's not a member anymore.

He's just a broken guy, more
than a few blocks from sane.

I don't give a shit
what you do to him.

But if you try to come
after my wife...

try to tie her to this murder... you're
gonna feel how personal this is for me.

I'm hoping that
was all posturing.

Protecting your outlaw legacy
for as long as you can.

Your parole violation sends
you back to Stockton.

They got you on the
11:30 transport.

My guess... you'll never make
it to the inside of a cell.

You are too smart to
go down like this.

Your club sets you
up for murder.

Your wife betrayed you.

Come on, Clay.

I know how much you
want to hurt them.

You know, I can't help but see
the irony in all of this.

You've gotten away with how many
kills in the last 30 years?

Hmm? And the one that gets you the death
sentence is the one you didn't do.

Where's Tara?

She had a doctor's appointment.

Her hand.

She say when she'll be back?

Couple hours. Why?

I need to ask her something.

- Did you see Clay?
- Yeah.

Got the same sad speech.

Did you find out
what he gave the marshal?

Why he's protecting him?

Clay swears he didn't
give Toric anything.

You believe him?

He's supposed to transfer
to Stockton this morning.

We'll see where he ends up.

If he's still in protective
custody, he was lying.

All right.

And if he isn't...
he's dead.

Either way, this
marshal is still a problem.

I got no doubt he's already made the Byz-lat
connection to this school shooting.

We're laying low on guns.

Byz-lat ties are buried.

Yeah, he's gonna come
at this any way he can.

We got to assume every move
we make is being watched.

Play it straight. Not even a
parking ticket, you understand?

- Yeah.
- Aye.

All right.

All right, I got to meet Nero in
Stockton, sign these new Diosa papers.

Okay, well, me, Tig,
Juice, Hap, we'll come with you.

Phil, I need you to grab some
of the prospects, jump into TM.

Our place is
falling way behind.

Someone should reach out
to Bobby, fill him in about Clay.

Then do it.

Jackie boy, you
need to call Bobby.

He needs to hear from you.

If he misses me so much,
he shouldn't have left.

Let's go.

- Thanks.
- You're welcome.

I knew this would be
a huge change for you guys.

Grown accustomed to the gambling
and over-the-counter pussy, but

it's an opportunity
to make club history.

North Vegas is
cool with me moving on.

Indian Hills, too.

Jury was the one who
recommended we talk to you.

Knowing that Reno was
getting a little thick.

Jax signed off on you putting
this thing together?

No.

It was my call.

It's time for a change.

I need it, and this
club needs it.

I'm in.

Me, too.

Is this barrio brew any good?

Hmm?

Where is an opener?

Where are Darvany Jennings
and Arcadio Norona?

Who?

Damn.

We ain't got no idea, guero.

What do you know?
Twist-off.

That is good. That's real good.

Mmm.

Little thing.

Go ahead. I'll watch 'em.

Here, baby.

Come on.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- What do you need?
- Sorry.

I... I didn't know
they were here.

- Is Jax around?
- No.

What's going on?

I was attacked.

Attacked?

By who?

Some asshole at an NA meeting.

Come on.

What happened?

This newcomer
asked me for my number.

Mexican guy, prison ink.

He was a scary dude.
And I said no.

And I saw him again at another
meeting the next night, and he

followed me out to my car,
grabbed me by the neck and

shoved his hands down my pants.

So I gouged his eyes,
I run to my car.

And as I'm pulling out, he
starts screaming that him and

his friends are gonna find
me and rape me bloody.

I believe him.

Did you get a name?

Just a first.
His name is Luis.

I'm scared, Gemma.

I-I know Jax is
pissed at me, but...

It's okay. I...
Let me talk to him.

Okay.

Thanks.

Okay.

Hey, look, why don't

you come by the house today
when you're done with work?

Okay. Thanks.

Come here, honey.

It's gonna be okay.

Now, once you apply for a license, they send
someone from the city manager's office.

They do an inspection, make
sure everything's legit.

I could
probably help with that.

How deep is that inspection?

Do they look at my books?

Yeah, everything. And
they can drop by any time.

Nero will show you how to
protect the in-house income.

Girls got to be willing to
do things by the book, though.

They know. I run a
very conservative house.

We like pussy that
slants a little to the right.

- Thanks, Steve.
- No problem.

- How's your guy?
- He's got three bullets in his back.

- How do you think he is?
- Was this us or you?

Witness got a partial
plate on the white Mercedes.

One match... Amir Ghanezi.

- Torture porn scumbag.
- I thought that was handled.

So did I.
Anything I should know?

No, man. We did
exactly as you said.

We also stole his money and
his drugs, trashed his studio.

That could have stirred
up some bad feelings.

Well, let's go find out.
He's got a boat in the marina.

It's probably halfway to
the Caspian Sea by now.

Hey, we need to give
you a ride to your house?

She should stay here.

My guys will keep
an eye on her.

- Yeah, I'll wait here.
- Juice?

Hang with Colette.

Keep your eyes open.

Am I talking
to myself here or what?

Hey, just in case your guys
actually get a real police call, huh?

Yeah, don't
fight over me, boys.

My daddy says I'm not worth it.

I'll check in later.

- Did Morrow sign the affidavit?
- I missed him at County.

I got to wait till he's
processed in Stockton.

I did chat with the two Byz-lats.
They couldn't say much.

- Couldn't or wouldn't?
- Both.

They're protecting Nero Padilla. He's
the way to tie the MC to the gun.

I checked him out.
OG's been living clean.

- There's nothing outstanding.
- I hear he's brutal with his girls.

I'll need to run a check on all
his escorts, see if any have

something they may
want to trade.

Do it.

DA Patterson's office.

Yes.

Sign this.

Covers my ass in
case you go rogue.

Special investigator
is a week-to-week gig.

This week's almost up.
I assume you have a gun.

I might have one laying around.

I forgot how much work this is.

Active duty. Very few
straight lines, eh?

East dock, slip 17.
The boat's called the Dayoos.

I count three on the deck.

Okay, so how we gonna do this?

Let's make it a social call.

These assholes just
tried to blow us away.

What's the
matter, kid... too risky?

No, no, no. Too stupid.

No, it's okay.

- Jackie...
- Who's gonna take a shot

at me when I'm with the
Lord of the Docks?

Let's go make some friends.

Amir? Amir?

Hey, Amir, we just want to
talk, figure out what the beef is.

Toss your guns.

What's the matter, old man?

Too risky?

So talk.

We know you were the one
that tried to blow our heads off.

Yeah? Then
have me arrested.

Hey, you shot up my place, you
put a friend of mine in the hospital.

These biker assholes crashed
my studio, scared my girls.

We scared your girls?

You had them caged and
raped, you filthy Arab.

Okay, okay, okay.
Enough.

- We settled that.
- No.

I... haven't seen my brother
since they took him.

But... we found his jacket
in the water this morning.

I know they killed him!

And they dumped his
body in the bay.

Amir, I don't know what
happened to your brother, but I

am telling you, we
didn't kill him.

It's true. I was
with him in the warehouse

when they cut your
brother loose.

You see?

And he was pissed
that you caved.

That's probably why he split.

No. Kia would never just
walk away from his family.

Well, then, keep looking,
because we got no idea where he is.

Amir, this is done.
Get it?

For now... we're even.

Well, I didn't
say we were even.

- Don't move.
- Now, that feels like even.

Jesus Christ.

Now, you start your boat, and
you set sail, and you keep going.

And if I ever see you or your
goddamned Iranian kin in my town

again, I will personally
gut every one of you.

Want to tell me what
happened to the brother?

I don't know.

Look, I'm not playing you, man.
I told my guy to cut him loose.

And did he?

If you can't trust your
crew, I can't trust you.

I'll handle it.

You owe me one, handsome Jack.

So... what went
down on that boat?

You were right.

They were pissed 'cause
we pushed them out.

Are we all settled now?

I hope.

Yeah.

All settled.

I got to get back,
check in with Diosa.

You want to handle this?

On the gate.

Nuts and butts, Morrow.

Ain't nobody watching.

That didn't take long.

That's cause it's your day of
reckoning, old white dude.

Just get it done.

That's gonna be your choice.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Where's Abel?

Unser and Phil
are making him popcorn.

- That one just ate.
- Mmm, good.

- How's the hand?
- Oh, about the same.

Thank you... for
looking after them.

Of course.

Hey.

Um... you and Jax ever... ever talk to
Wendy about that whole guardian thing?

No, not really. I have
other things on my mind.

Yeah, I guess so.
Need help with any of that?

Uh, I don't think so.

At least, not yet.

What's that supposed to mean?

If I... tell you something, do
you promise to keep it to yourself?

Secrets are what I do.

I'm pregnant.

About eight weeks.

Oh, my God.
That's wonderful.

The timing kind
of sucks, but yeah...

- H-How's Jax with it?
- I just found out for sure.

I'll tell him tonight.

Oh, honey, we're gonna
figure everything out, sweetheart.

That's fantastic.

Mommy!

Oh!

Come here.

What are you doing?

You been having
such a good time?

What's going on?
Where's Colette?

Closed up shop.

One of Barosky's guys picked
her up a few minutes ago.

- Said she'd call you.
- All right.

I'm gonna go see her. Tig.

- Yeah.
- You're with me.

Rest of you guys
head back to TM.

I need you there.

Put everyone on notice, just until
we know this Persian thing is done.

Aye. Okay.

Let's go.

- So we heading over to Colette's?
- Just me.

I didn't want to say anything at the
docks in front of our Catholic friend.

What's going on?

That Persian porn equipment,
we pack all that shit up?

Yeah, man.
It's at the port.

All right. I need
you to head down there.

I'm gonna send a
prospect with the van.

I want you to store it at the
gun warehouse, just in case

Ghanezi comes looking for it.

I thought that was all handled.

The younger brother
never showed up.

They found his jacket in
the bay this morning.

Amir thinks we killed him.

You kidding me?

I cut him loose, man.

I know. You
remember where it is?

Yeah, it's just off of Fremont.

All right.

- I love you, brother.
- Love you, too.

Clay Morrow.

Just dropped into K-Level.

You already got tagged out.

- What happened?
- Internal matter.

Ask around.

Lenny the Pimp's a brother.

MC don't mean shit around here.

I know the drill.

All right, wait here.
Let me talk to Carson.

I'm gonna make all this matter.

Hey.

Think she's upstairs.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, yes.

Oh, yeah.

That's it.

That's it, baby!

That's it, baby.

- That's it.
- Oh, yes.

Oh, yeah.

That's it.

Get it. Get it.

That's it, baby.

Clay.

Heard you buried Damon Pope.

Need some cover from GN.

Yeah.

Gray boy!

Keep it tight.
Stay sharp.

Jackson.

August.

I haven't heard
anything from Stockton.

Clay's still alive.

But he had to earn it.

Thanks for making that happen.

Hey, don't thank me yet.

He's dead before morning if
I don't like the reason.

I'm taking your mentor's lead.

Shedding the thing
that brings us heat.

- Guns.
- Yeah.

Clay has old-school
ties with the IRA.

I might need him to navigate
a very messy breakup.

I want him dead as
much as you do.

This is business.

It's the smart play.

It's smart for you.

It compromises me.

It sends the wrong message.

I get that.

I'm resurrecting Caracara.

It's our own porn studio.

I know it's not exactly the type
of business Pope Industries

usually associates with, but... it could
be very lucrative for a silent partner.

And our other
piece of business?

Send me the business plan for your
adult entertainment enterprise, okay?

Yeah.

Gonna head out
with Montez and West.

Cool.

Get them to put in their
letters right away.

I want those charters
to sign off.

I want to be on the road
by the end of the week.

They know.
I'll see you then, brother.

Coming!

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Any problems?
- No.

Scumbag didn't come by work.

You talk to Jax yet?

It's not a good time.

Shit.

Here.

- Oh, Jesus Christ.
- Hey.

Until we shut this guy down,
you got to protect yourself.

He's probably just noise.

You show him that, chances are
you'll never see him again.

Yeah, unless he pulls his
own out and blows my head off.

Then you blow first.

I know these scumbags.

This is the only
way they learn.

Look, it's... it's got
no numbers on it.

Can never be traced to you.

Just keeping it in your bag
will give you comfort.

- It's a Kahr?
- Yeah.

How's the recoil on this thing?

Little snappy.

Come on. I'll walk you out.

Open!

Friends in the GN say thank you.

Might need this.

- Who spotted it?
- 911 call.

Saw a Ford pickup truck pull away
as they stopped to change a flat.

About time.

Oh, shit.

I love you.