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What the hell
happened last night?

Teller indicated it was
about ending a relationship.

My guess, he
pissed off his supplier.

IRA. They love to blow up shit.

The council is prepared to
offer you terms for your betrayal.

Clay will be handling the distribution
of our guns in Northern California.

You wanted out, that
includes profit as well.

I'll cut Connor and
your other guys loose.

- They're still alive?
- I told you, I didn't want a war.

I might need your help.
I'm filing for divorce.

Asking for full custody.

Who gets the boys
if you go inside?

Hey. I heard about
the explosion.

Is everyone else okay? Gemma?

- Check up on her. Build the trust.
- Yeah, okay.

What's your connection to Nero?

Nero was the one who took me in.

Kept the wolves from my door.

I know you want to find leverage to tie
Nero and the Sons to your school shooting.

- But he did not kill Erin Byrne.
- We won't know that until we get the DNA.

Padilla gets processed.
Murder charge sticks.

Time to go 'hood, sister.

Tell your lawyer I'm moving
up the trial three weeks.

And I'll be prosecuting
the case myself.

See you in court, doctor.

I gotta get out of here, Jax.

It's just too much anxiety
in my first trimester.

- You've been recruiting for Samcro?
- Yeah. Quinn, Montez and West.

Because I love this club.

And I love you.

Three months, up front.

Appreciate you
letting us set up here.

How long do you need it?

I'm not sure.

Still don't know if we're
gonna be able to rebuild at T-M.

Might be a total teardown.

Bombs will do that.

The whole town is spooked, Jax.

There's a council
meeting next week.

Folks are talking about
how to get rid of the MC.

Good thing the
mayor has veto power.

Yeah, for a minute.

Shit went down with Charming
Heights. I'm done after this term.

That means you got...

about three months
to buy some good will.

I know.

If this block wasn't half-empty,
I'd never be able to get you in here.

It's half-empty because you're buying
them all out for 50 cents on the dollar.

So who's the real bad guy here?

Yeah, might be me.

I thought I was bringing
opportunity to the city.

Where are we at
with our opportunity?

We'd be breaking ground next month
if Damon Pope hadn't been murdered.

By your president.

No. Former president.

Pope Enterprises
is still on board.

Yeah, but the transfer of power
has slowed everything down.

Your maintenance contracts don't
kick in until the equipment's rolling.

And that might be
another six months.

Okay.

Thanks.

Hi.

- Those the files?
- Yes. This should be everything.

Okay.

Thank you.

- You okay?
- Yeah.

I'm sorry about the trial.

Pushed up everything.
It's moving so fast.

It's okay.

Thank you.

I know I've put a lot on you.

Things I've had no right to ask.

We've been through
a lot together, Tara.

I know you. I have
been where you are.

I thought a lot
about this last night...

and I can imagine how
extreme it must feel to you.

But you have to stay
focused on the big picture.

Dire circumstances
require desperate measures.

Yes, they do.

Jax, I think we're close.

Let's do it.

Let's set up.

Home is where the reaper is.

Let's get the guys up here.

Yeah.

Ms. Rodriguez, I assume you've
fully explained the charge to your client?

I think we're all up to speed.

You think?

It's not that complicated.

A young prostitute
turns up dead...

- Escort.
- Yes. DNA evidence found in his truck.

The physical evidence doesn't match up
with my client's whereabouts at the time.

We have alibis...

including a priest.

And a biker queen.

They cancel each other
out, don't you think?

Are you here to make an offer, or
you just gonna insult Mr. Padilla?

Your client is a repeat felon.

His rapsheet is filled with
gangbanging, assault, drug charges...

All of which happened
more than a decade ago.

Yes.

Now he's a legitimate
businessman. Running

a brothel that fronts
as an escort service.

Everything I do is legal.

- Even murder?
- I didn't kill her.

Enough.

- We're done here.
- No, we're not.

I'm willing to trade your
murder for five others.

I want Jax Teller and
the Sons of Anarchy.

Testify that the MC
sold you the KG-9 that

wound up in the hands
of Matthew Jennings...

and you'll walk away.

Back to your legit business.

And more importantly, your son.

This will be my one and
only offer. You have 24 hours.

Welcome to the new clubhouse.

I wanted our first order of business
to be voting in our new patches.

Before I do that, I think it's only fair
they know exactly where the club is at.

As far as the Irish go...

it looks like the peace is real.

We're gonna cut
Connor loose today.

Make sure everything
moves forward with Clay.

Bobby can walk us
through our sad financials.

They are pretty sad, I'm afraid.

It's gonna be a while before we
get the green light to open T-M.

And once we do, my guess is it's
gonna be pretty slow for a while.

As far as the maintenance
contract for Charming Heights goes...

looks like that is not
gonna happen until the fall.

So we have Diosa.

It helps.

But we are paying Nero
back straight out of the profits...

So just ain't putting out much.

Colette and her girls
are a little spooked...

by Nero's bullshit arrest.

So the Diosa expansion in Stockton's
on hold until I can convince her otherwise.

Let's just keep looking for ways
to earn that don't put us in the fire.

If you guys come up with any
ideas, please, bring them to the table.

You guys good with all that?

- Good.
- Yeah. I get it.

I'm good, brother.

Okay. Allesandro Montez...

0rlin West, Rane
Quinn. Letters are good.

They're free to jump charters.

All in favor of making these
three men Redwood Original.

- Yeah!
- Yeah!

Opposed?

Welcome to Samcro, boys.

Yeah!

- Yeah.
- Nice work.

Quinn, welcome to the Crow, man.

Quinn.

There's one more name
I wanna put on the table.

Rat Boy. It's been almost a year
since he put on the prospect patch.

I think he's shown us a lot.

He's smart, he's loyal,
fearless, works like a dog.

And unlike you gossip whores,
he knows when to shut up.

As his sponsor, I think
he deserves a full patch.

All in favor of making George
Skogstrom a member of Redwood Original.

- Yeah!
- Yeah!

Opposed?

Go get him.

Hey, Rat!

Hey! Get your
skinny ass up here!

Yeah?

Sit down.

- At the table?
- No, on my dick.

Yeah, at the table.

Take off the cut.

On the table.

I need you to cut off
that prospect rocker.

Hey.

Replace it with
this, young brother.

- Yeah!
- You ready? You ready?

- You're in, son.
- Thanks, brother.

- You know my VP, Chibs.
- Hey, how you doing?

Bobby Munson, my consigliere.

- Good to see all you again, gentlemen.
- You too.

Glad everyone's whole.

You weren't kidding about
things getting messy with the Irish.

Yeah, we were lucky.

Well, what happened?

- Historical shit.
- They are very pissed off.

- Losing distribution?
- Yeah.

And my suggestion
about how to fill the void.

I guess the Irish Kings aren't as
racially open-minded as the MC.

- Yeah.
- Aye, something like that.

How do we fix that problem?

We're working on something.

I'll bring you in the loop
as soon as I know more.

Connor Malone. Irish
number two, stateside.

- Cutting his ass loose?
- Yeah.

Tired of blood for blood.

- You're learning, son.
- Yes, he is.

I'll wait to hear from you.

Good luck.

Pretty soon.

How'd that go?

- He understands.
- For now.

I'm sending you home.

My guys will drive
you up the coast.

Kings are sending someone
to meet you in Mendocino.

I'm glad to hear that.

August Marks.

One of the reasons your
crew tried to blow us to hell.

Tell Galen I'm
honoring his demands.

We'll run the guns through Clay.

But we all know
that plan is a risk.

If it falls through, I
want the Kings to know

that Marks is still
willing to distribute.

Tell them that.

Aye.

I'll pass it along.

You two. Make sure
they get there whole.

We will.

See you tomorrow,
boys. Let's go.

Filip.

Thank you.

Don't thank me, Con.

I want you dead.

He's the reason you're alive.

Let's go.

Your lawyer offer any hope?

She's advising
me to take a deal.

She said proving
that I was set up is...

a fight that I probably
can't win or afford.

Shit.

- What's the deal she wants you to take?
- What do you think?

Patterson wants the gun source.

Got a day to decide.

What you gonna do?

Padilla, one minute.

I'm gonna think about you.

New perfume?

No. Not mine.

It's a friend of yours. Venus.

- She came by Diosa...
- Oh, you met my girl.

She came by with a client?

No. A shiner.

She got some kind of
family problems. Her mother.

Alice? Shit. What now?

Oh, honey, you've got
enough on your plate.

No. Venus, she's familia.

What happened, Gem?

I guess...

Alice got custody of Venus' nephew,
and she's worried about the kid.

- Her nephew?
- Yeah. Joey.

Time's up, Padilla.

Jesus Christ, that's...

- Let's go.
- Watch it.

Gemma, you gotta get that
kid away from Alice. Okay?

She's bad. She's
gonna hurt that boy.

- Let's go!
- Seriously, ask Jax to help Venus.

Okay? You do that for me?

Yeah, yeah. Okay.

- Come on.
- Please.

DNA from Toric's room could be
back as early as tomorrow afternoon.

Nero's lawyer
will be all over it.

I'll press the O.G. for
his decision before then.

- You think he'll bend?
- I doubt it.

Didn't factor in
Teller's mother.

Ties are twisted tight in that
bunch. Doctor won't budge, either.

Need someone from
outside the family circle.

You know, I followed Teller and Padilla
to a house in Stockton the other day.

Seaport. Bumped into
an ex-cop, Barosky.

What did that shark want?

Wasn't too happy that I
was cruising the block.

Think he was headed
to the same house.

- He runs the port, doesn't he?
- He thinks he does.

Charlie Barosky is a product of every slimy
loophole in our criminal justice system.

Look into him.

Maybe there's a connection
with MC or the Byzlats.

Maybe she's here
for the banana split.

Hi, baby.

Why?

She came to Diosa
looking for Nero.

Family problem. She needs help.

Then let her family handle it.

Nero is inside
because of us, Jax.

He asked us to help
her. We owe him.

Mom, we are on
everyone's radar right now.

We gotta keep the circle closed.

She's in trouble.

Venus is like family to Nero.

And he's family to me.
So just hear her out.

So, I have this nephew.

He's 15 years old,
he's a sensitive thing.

His mother passed while I was
away, and I've just become aware...

- Wait. Your sister?
- Yes, my sister, Lula.

And the boy, Joey...

has fallen into the very
precarious care of my mother, Alice.

She unfortunately was
documented as the next of kin.

Yeah, Nero says
she's really bad news.

Alice is a 24-hour
network of bad news.

Abuse abounds within
the walls of that house.

What kind of abuse?

The kind that never leaves you.

I was 10 years old...

when my inclinations began to
dominate my gender direction.

And my mother, Alice...

she would get me drunk, and...

And lovingly try to
straighten me out.

I...

Her husband at the time
began filming the experiment.

And that's when it all began.

I was...

before long, having more
sex than my hooker mama.

And in turn helped her
launch a very, very...

lucrative child
pornography service.

Needless to say,
young Vincent Noon...

did not want to host many
slumber parties when he was a child.

Jesus Christ.

I tried to reason with my
dear mother yesterday...

in hopes of getting
Joey out of there.

But I did not possess the
adequate resources to convince her.

How big is your mother?

Oh, she's of a similar build.

Although gravity has
not been her friend.

It was her latest spousal diversion,
however, who showed me the door.

Miss Alice has the uncanny
ability of attracting consorts...

who are equal parts
dim and dangerous.

- Do dim and dangerous have friends?
- A few.

Of equal size and intelligence.

So, darling, what should we do with
your nephew once we get him out?

He can emancipate
in a few months.

And I have some dear friends in
Seattle who can watch him until then.

Boys, I'm sorry, but I'm...

I'm literally at your mercy.

Hey.

I guess I'm just a
sucker for a pretty face.

Oh, Jackson.

Jackson, thank you.

Thank you so much.

It would deny Gemma any kind of
custody or unsupervised visitation.

- Can she fight this?
- She can try.

Some of it's creative language,
but most is based on legal precedent.

If the parents deem
a grandparent unfit...

they can petition for their
exclusion from the child's upbringing.

Good.

This has no weight without
the signatures of both parents.

I know.

And you think Jax will sign it?

Yes, I do.

- Oh, hey, doc.
- Hi.

- Sorry I didn't know you were...
- No, it's okay.

- Hello, counselor.
- Mr. Unser.

If you need anything, leave me a message.
I'll be in court the rest of the day.

Thank you.

- Thanks for coming by.
- Oh, yeah, sure.

How can I help you, sweetheart?

Come on.

I'm gonna go check on the boys.

Okay.

You still friends with
that city clerk in Lodi?

Yeah.

Why?

I need to get a
restraining order.

- Thank you, Roda.
- You're welcome.

Fresh baked.

Thanks. Glad to see you're up and
running. Heard about the drive-by.

Yeah. Thank God that kind of
shit is a rarity in this neighborhood.

That's right. Thanks to you.

Charlie supplements his retirement
funds by acting as a bit of a regulator.

I'm a river to my people.

Do those people include
Jax Teller and Nero Padilla?

What do you want?

Padilla was arrested yesterday
for the murder of one of his girls.

And I know Teller's crew supplied the
KG-9 that was used at the Aquino shooting.

- Why you talking to me?
- Come on.

You might have been dirty,
but you were a very smart cop.

There's no direct line to
the MC. I need leverage.

So press the O.G.

Well, right now, he's
feeling a little loyal.

We checked the city records...

found out about Diosa del Sur.

Padilla and Teller applied for
an escort license in your 'hood.

At the house I saw
them at the other day.

- I'm aware. That don't mean I'm involved.
- Then get involved.

Because I need something
and you're gonna get it for me.

Really? Now how the
hell am I gonna do that?

Because you're a scumbag.

You'll have no
problem finding dirt.

And if you don't, I'm gonna spend
my ever-dwindling resources...

inconveniencing every last
one of your retirement funds.

Hey. Wait here.

- Lead the way.
- I hate this house.

Come here, darling.

You're a very kind
person, Gemma.

Thank you.

- Oh, Christ.
- No, no, no, Fabio.

- Lady wants a word.
- We're here for Joey.

Alice!

- Hey, Joey.
- Tranny's back.

- Venus.
- Brought friends.

- Alice!
- What are you playing?

Stop shouting. I can hear you.

Oh, Lord Jesus.

Are we really gonna
play this game, Vincent?

Joey, go to your room.

- Why?
- Do what your grandma says.

- Joey, you need to come with me.
- I'm supposed to be staying with grandma.

This is not a
safe place for you.

Don't listen to the mutation,
Joey. It'll fill your head with lies.

I'm telling you the
truth. Okay, baby?

I want you to take my
hand. We need to go.

- Aunt Venus will explain everything.
- Be very careful, Aunt Venus.

Telling the truth, that can
unravel so many ugly things.

Mama, don't.

Please.

Don't do this today.
Not here, please.

- Don't you ever touch me.
- Back off!

Gun!

- What was that? Why does he have a gun?
- Shut up and move.

Where we going?

- Get off of me.
- Stay, or I'll cut you.

Boys, stop it.

She's getting away.

Let's go.

You ain't ever getting your
son back, you ladyboy freak.

- What's he talking about?
- Will you go, please?

- Just go.
- Go left.

The truth. Now.

His mother, Lula, she
was my best friend.

I was 21 and still
discovering my womanhood...

when we both got drunk and coiled
into a clumsy act of confused love.

Joey was the result.

Lula raised him in Seattle.

I would send money every month.

Aunt Venus would visit
whenever she could.

- Why didn't you tell us he was your son?
- An agreement we both accepted.

We didn't want him to know.

- He is your son.
- I'm aware.

Oh, let's go, let's go.

Look, he's a boy with some
troubles. A bit of a half-formed soul.

Confusing him with the reality
of his father turned auntie...

didn't seem like
the right thing to do.

Goddamn it.

- Jesus Christ.
- Venus.

Go, now.

- I'm sorry.
- The hell, baby?

Shit.

- Are you okay?
- Yeah.

- Mom, are you all right?
- Yeah, I think so.

- How you doing, darling?
- Overheated, but in one piece.

What the hell is
the matter with you?

I'm sorry, Jackson. I'm afraid
Vincent's rage has become uncorked.

Well, at the risk of where this
might go, please put the cork back in.

- Okay.
- We better get out of here.

They lost a plate.

Call Barosky, see if
he can pull an address.

Because...?

We lost Alice, it's the only chance
we're gonna get at finding this kid.

You mean you're still gonna
help me even after all that?

- No more Vincent.
- No more Vincent. I promise. I promise.

You take Gemma home.

We'll see if this goes anywhere.

- You sure?
- Yeah.

- All right, you keep my boys safe.
- I will, sweet mama.

Thank you, Gemma.

- Thank you.
- Come on, let's go, sweetheart.

Not quite the day you
were expecting, eh, boss?

No, brother, it's not.

- There you go.
- Let me smell.

There you go.

Do you like it? Snot Joe.

- Ready?
- Yeah, he likes it.

- We need to do this...
- Okay. I know. Just...

What?

Time for that meeting.

Yeah, okay.

Hey there.

Everything all right?

Yeah.

- Did you have any luck?
- Yeah.

Here's the DV-100.

Just needs the offending
party's signatures.

I'll run it back.

Thank you.

Wanna tell me who it is
that needs restraining?

- I need to know what you're doing, Tara.
- You will.

It'll all make sense.

Bye-bye, Mommy.

I'm afraid to ask.

That's good, because I
really don't have an answer.

Registered to Happy
Carousel, Suite 119.

Do you know this
place? Happy Carousel?

No, but that was the
name of their portrait studio.

Jesus Christ.

Carousel is only happy
when the kids ride naked.

Three. One, two, three.

Hey, hey, hey. Venus.

Joey. Joey. Joey.

Joey. Joey.

Baby?

Yeah, she drugged him.

- Tig, check the rooms.
- Hey, baby, come on.

Aunt Venus is here.

Editing home movies.

- Do you want some water?
- Please.

Will you see if they have
a napkin or something?

Hey, baby.

Jackie.

Heads up. Visitors.

Come on.

- In.
- In.

Get in, you piece of shit.

- In.
- Hey, whoa, whoa, man. Wait.

We ain't armed.

Well, aren't you resourceful?

- No, no, Venus.
- What the hell?

Oh, Venus.

Come on, darling.

Don't do it, baby.

Put it down.

You get out.

That kid is coming with us.

Get the hell out. Now.

- Get out.
- What are you gonna do, Vincent?

Raise him as your own?

Give him a bright future?

- You too, Alice.
- When I'm ready.

You don't deserve a son.

I had a son once.

Then he forgot who he was...

deserted his family.

Turned into a
freak of the fringe.

You go ahead.

You tell that sweet
boy all about his daddy.

How much you love him.

Want the best for
him. It won't matter.

Because when he
finds out what you are...

he's gonna grow up hating you.

Hating your lies.

Hating the life
you forced him into.

And hating himself.

This boy is gonna blow his brains
out before his balls completely drop.

Not because of me,
or his dead mama...

but because of you.

The awful thing that
turned out to be his father.

Just give it a
little kiss, Tommy.

Yeah, that's good. It'll
only hurt for a minute.

God.

Shit.

If you hadn't killed
that bitch, I would've.

What about the others?

I'll have my guys track them
down, make a hard point.

See that they never
come back here again.

You did this hood a service.

- What about her?
- I'll take care of it.

My treat.

Guess Handsome
Jack owes you another.

All clean.

I think he's
starting to wake up.

We'll take you to Diosa.

- He shouldn't see any of this.
- That would be best.

You should tell him the truth.

I'm just not ready
to lose him yet.

And how do you
know you will lose him?

He finds out what you did for him
today, he's gonna be proud as hell of you.

That is a very kind sentiment.

I'm afraid my lineage
suggests something else.

Jackson, my family...

We judge...

and we hate.

And when we have scorched
every earth and we're all used up...

we die.

Miserably.

I had to be reborn...

to escape that doom.

I just hope something
comes along...

to liberate my
son from that fate.

Yeah.

I hope so.

- I'm so glad you're back, sweetheart.
- I never left, Gem.

I know. I know.

- I'll see you later.
- Yeah, I'll be making sundaes.

- You waiting for me?
- Yeah.

It's Tara. You won't
believe what I found out.

What?

I asked her about the
will and this guardian shit.

She told me my commitment
to the boys was wavering.

She didn't think I was
responsible enough.

She picked another person
to become the boys' guardian.

Margaret Murphy.

Are you kidding?

That ginger gash.

And there's more, Gem. I
think she's doing something else.

Her and that bitch lawyer
are plotting something.

I think she's gonna leave
Jax and try to box us all out.

Away from our boys.

- You've gotta stop her.
- Where is she?

St. Thomas.

I need to talk to you. Now.

- You too, Red. Outside.
- We're eating dinner.

Yeah, well, you're gonna be eating
your own teeth in a minute. Let's go.

What the hell is
going on, Gemma?

That's exactly what
I'm trying to find out.

Where's your lizard lawyer?

I understand you've been busy
making arrangements for my grandkids.

Yeah. I'm not having
this conversation with you.

- You better calm down or I'm gonna call...
- Stay out of my way.

Gemma! Gemma, stop it!

Somebody should call security.

Okay.

What are you doing with
Lowen? You divorcing

Jax? Planning some
kind of custody coup?

What I do with my
family's not your business.

They're my grandkids.

I'll make sure they never suffer
the same fate as their father.

Those boys will not be raised in
Charming. They will not know this life...

and they will not know
their psychotic grandmother.

Evil old whore.

You're lucky you're pregnant.

- Jesus!
- Tara?

Tara.

What the hell?

She attacked me.

What are you talking about?

- My baby.
- Oh, my God.

My baby.

Look what you did.

I didn't do that.

Yes, you did. We all saw it.

Dr. Knowles?

- Are you okay?
- Get out!

Get out!

Leave me alone. I
want my husband.

I want Jax.

She's the one.
Take her out of here.

Ma'am? Come on.

Oh, my God.

She wouldn't let
anyone else help her.

What do you want me to do?

Nothing.

I lost our baby girl.

I know.

I'm so sorry.

I can't be around
her anymore, Jax.

I know.

She kicked me in the stomach.

What kind of sick
person does that?

Why?

She thinks I'm still trying to
take the boys away from her.

She's so violent, Jax.

I don't even tell you half
the things that happen.

I didn't know.

I don't ever want her
near our children again.

I know.

Promise me.

- You promise me.
- I promise.

Babe, I promise.