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A donation for the
Cacuzza charity fund.

And a case of Glocks
for your trouble.

Yeah, that works.

Okay.

What are you doing with Lowen?

You divorcing Jax? You're planning
on some kind of custody coup?

- What I do is none of your business.
- Bitch.

- Jesus.
- What the hell?

My baby. Look what you did.

I didn't do that.

Yes, you did. We all saw it.

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

- Promise me.
- I promise.

You will never see
those kids again.

Grandma is dead.

You know it's not you
who deserves to be in jail.

Full immunity for the
proof of the gunrunning.

It's the only offer you'll get.

I don't need to
think about an offer.

I'm here to make you an offer.

Galen O'Shay, I will deliver
him with a shipment of guns.

Open and shut.

- What's in it for you?
- Immunity.

For the MC, for all gun
charges, past and present.

And I figure you also
have a personal request.

You need to look
at Tara's case again.

You should go back, take
another look at what happened.

- Find the truth in all this.
- You think my wife is a liar?

- Break it up.
- Stop it! Jackson!

Honey, it was all a lie. The
pregnancy, the miscarriage.

Tara wants out, Jax,
from you, the club.

This is the truth, and
if she won't tell you...

you need to find
someone who will.

Is Tara divorcing me?

- Yes.
- And taking my sons?

Get out!

Tara, it's Ally Lowen.

No.

Thomas?

Oh, God.

Abel?

You should let him sleep.

Hi, sweetie.

There'll be someone
watching you.

Don't try to take them anywhere.

What are you gonna do?

I don't know.

I can't see anything right now.

If I don't put distance here,
someone's gonna get hurt.

Your lawyer say why?

Guess the judge wants to get out ahead of
all the bad press been falling on my club.

Ain't easy pulling a jury that ain't
been exposed to all that shit, man.

Yeah, I know.

No.

What the hell happened?

Shrink double-dipped.

Gave me to the
guard I went off on.

How'd you land back in gen pop?

They yanked me out to
have a chat with my lawyer.

My trial's been moved up.

Yeah. They cart me
off to county tomorrow.

Shit. That's a problem.

Yes, it is.

You tell Galen. You
have him reach out to Jax.

You able to make
those business calls?

Yeah, it's all in play.

I had my lawyer get my old lady down
here. I'll take care of my personal shit...

but you tell Galen he has got
to make this happen tomorrow.

All right?

Pope was capital.

That guilty verdict
can send me anywhere.

And then all this goes away.

I'll pass it along.

Yes?

It's Margaret.

Hi.

I saw the boys were in day care,
I was hoping you might be here.

Yeah.

Just looking at...

Jaw yer resumes.

Why? What happened?

Jax knows the truth.

He threatened Lowen and she...

told him everything.

What did he do?

Well, he didn't hurt her.

Me either.

And I don't know what
pushed him at Lowen.

Gemma.

She came here yesterday.

Said she knew I forged
documents to help you.

Threatened to tell the hospital.

She was bluffing, but my
response was too cavalier, |I...

She knew I was protecting you.

What happened?

I told her she couldn't
prove anything.

She said she didn't have
to, that her son would.

She just needed a more
reliable source than a junkie.

Wendy must have talked.

I was afraid to go
home last night, Tara.

I told Dave that I had to
work through the night...

and I stayed here...

where I knew there were guards.

No. No, Jax got his information from
Lowen. I really doubt he'd bother you.

I can't take that chance.

I'm sorry.

I've got three weeks of vacation and
comp time, and I'm gonna take them.

I'm gonna stay with
my sister in Sedona.

I understand.

I'm sorry.

Thank you.

Please be careful.

Thank you.

Hey.

Wasn't sure if you'd make it.

I'm here.

Showed up this morning.

Diosa Del Sur Escorts and
Massage, officially in business.

- That's great.
- Yes, it is.

Thank you, gentlemen.

I'm not sure what happened,
but no more fighting.

I'll have Lyla come
sit down with the girls.

Get their info, make sure
we have everyone's W-9s.

Weed out anyone who's not up
to Diosa's very high standards.

Something like that.

You want me to put this
some place, sweetie?

No. I got it,
darling, thank you.

I'm just gonna crash here for
a few nights, if you don't mind.

Of course not. Come on.

Put your stuff in
my room for now.

I appreciate that.

Any reason why you're
not sleeping at home?

You don't wanna know.

You're probably right.

- Hey.
- Hey.

What's going on?

I got a Clay thing.

We've got an Irish thing.

Use my office.

Thanks.

Gemma Teller.

Colette Jane. Pleasure.

That's what I hear.

Clay wants to see me.

Lawyer says he can
get me in this afternoon.

Did he say why?

Papers he wants signed,
something like that.

It's probably just an
excuse for a sit down.

What's going on with the Irish?

It's okay, he knows most of it.

Okay. Galen's in town.

Says we have to see him,
Nor-U-Bey, in 20 minutes.

Got any idea what it might be?

- No.
- We should get going.

The bridge is gonna be jammed.

I got something I need
to tell you and Nero.

- You want us to split?
- No.

I want you to hear this too.

I talked to Lowen last night.

I got some truth about
what happened with Tara.

She was never pregnant.

Tara set up my mom.

Made it look like
a miscarriage...

s0 that I would sign off on Gemma
never becoming legal guardian of our sons.

She wants to divorce me.

She wants full custody
and she was gonna split.

Jesus.

What about jail?

Well, if she served time, she was gonna
make sure Wendy became the guardian.

And that she got my
sons out of Charming.

I'm sorry I didn't believe you.

How could you?

I'm so sorry, honey.

- I'm sorry, man.
- I know, mano. It's okay.

What do you wanna do, brother?

I got West watching
Tara right now.

Making sure she
doesn't go anywhere.

None of this makes
sense to me right now.

I just think I need a
couple days, figure it out.

She doesn't know West.

Might be better if she had
a familiar face behind her.

Keep her motivated
to stay close to home.

I can watch her.

Yeah? Thanks.

We're here, man. Let us
know if you need anything.

All right, let's just
get out of here.

You handle this?

Yeah, I got it.

I'm sorry.

- You be careful with Clay.
- I'll be fine.

Be careful with the
Butcher of Belfast.

I'll try to stay in one piece.

- I'll see you later.
- Yeah, you will.

- How long's he been dipping into that?
- Not long.

He's working out
his mommy issues.

How about you, pimp daddy?

You wanna work out
some mommy issues?

Hey, that's why I'm
with you, Mommy.

Let me spank that brown ass.

Be careful.

Consider it handled.

We'll talk when it's done.

- They're here now.
- Jackson.

- Thanks for coming on such short notice.
- Yeah.

So, what's so important?

It's all about the timing, son.

Heard Clay made his calls?

Yup. Everyone's locked
down except the Italians.

Cacuzza's undecided.

That's your biggest customer.
Three families, two territories.

I know.

He's weighing an
offer from the Chinese.

- I thought Jimmy was loyal to Clay?
- He is.

Just trying to make us do a
little dance for their business.

- So when do you talk?
- We're on our way from here.

Cacuzza's meeting with
us first. Then the Lin family.

I figured we'd show him
some of the new mods.

Already assembled.

Got nine cases of the AKs
with the new scopes and grips.

We can bring them to the
meet, help you close the deal.

That's okay. I'll get
Cacuzza on board.

No doubt. But just take Connor.

Shows respect.

Lets them know how much
we value their business.

It makes sense.

I'll let you run it.

No time for discussion, son.
We need to close the deal today.

What's the big rush?

Why I asked you here.

Clay's trial has been moved up.

They transport him tomorrow.

- Shit.
- Aye.

Complicates our plan.
Gonna need some help.

We're not part of taking
down that transport.

I have the vehicles, the route,
the plan. It'll happen without a hitch.

I can't get a crew here in time.
Need about six of your men.

And what if we say no?

You really can't, Jackson.

Take it to your table, have one of your
votes, but we both need this to happen.

Moves guns forward for
us, puts them behind you.

All right, I'll get
you an answer.

Have a few more details to lock down,
then I can bring you all up to speed.

Yeah, okay.

So what?

What do we do about Clay?

I don't think we have
much of a choice.

We don't have time
to take it to the table.

If we don't wanna do this, we
gotta find somebody who will.

I'll call T-M, get the vote.

Jax, Galen's a lunatic,
but he's smart, man.

No matter what the plan is, they're
not gonna put themselves at risk.

I know. That's the problem.

- Irish will die before they get caught.
- Aye.

And if this shit goes sideways, they're
gonna blast a very bloody way out.

We're so damn close.

I don't want our last push out of
guns to end in a pile of dead cops.

It won't, brother.

Yeah. No, I know. I know.

All right. All right, late.

Talked with everyone. They're
good with helping the Irish.

Okay.

Looks like we're in.

Door's almost shut, brother.

Yeah, yeah. Either
one would be good.

Nothing sooner?

Okay. No, no, no,
I can't. I can... I did.

Okay, okay, okay,
thanks. Just forget it.

Shit.

I know you're in there, Wendy.

Hey. What's going on?

I know you told
Gemma everything.

What do you think happens now?

To both of us.

Can't be any worse than
anything that's already happened.

Jesus Christ.

Are you high?

No.

I'm just trying to get on
the other side of it now.

Jax...

knows everything.

Do you know what that means?

He'll have the claim
against Gemma thrown out...

and she'll get custody
of my boys if 1 go to jail.

- I'm sorry.
- No.

What were you thinking?

- I wasn't.
- What the hell does that mean?

It means, Tara, if I were
capable of being a mother...

I never would've
agreed to help you.

Because it was wrong.

Well, your Hazleton hindsight
doesn't help me right now.

Thanks, I get it.

Look, I don't wanna use again.

I'm just trying to get myself into
sober living or rehab or anything.

God, Tara, you gotta come clean.

- Just talk to Jax, talk to Gemma.
- They already know the truth.

They don't know your truth.
Tell them why you really did this.

Let them see the pain
that you've been in.

And then what?

- Beg them for forgiveness?
- No. Just stop lying.

It's the right thing.

Everything I did was right.

Tara, I'm sorry.

Stop it. You are not sorry.

Do you know why you're not capable of
being a mother? Because you're a coward.

I'm not afraid of them.

Not anymore.

- What is that supposed to mean?
- It means you're a stupid, weak junkie.

Shit.

Crazy bitch.

Jimmy.

- How are you, man?
- We're okay.

Not too thrilled about having
to put on a gun-and-pony show.

I know.

But I got a lot of years sitting
around my table too, Jax.

Aldo's known old man Lin
since before you were born.

I gotta honor that, talk
to Henry and his uncle...

at least hear what
they gotta say.

Irish?

Yeah. Yeah, they wanted
to be here. Show respect.

Mr. Cacuzza.

Galen O'Shay, Connor Malone.

- Pleasure.
- Gentlemen.

- Made quite a commute for this sales call.
- We think your business is worth it.

I should do this more often.
You guys are great for my esteem.

What do we got?

Handguns you know. Glocks are
full auto with the extended clips.

AKs are original Russian stock.
Fully updated, new action, quick load.

- Military handles?
- Aye.

- Absorb 50 percent more recoil.
- It's the new Elcan scope.

Yo, Jax. Chinese.

Try the scope.

Can split a Protestant
hair from three blocks away.

Good Catholic boy.

- Yeah. That feels good.
- They work even better on flesh.

- Put it down! Down!
- Chibs, don't.

Go! Go! Go!

What the hell was that?

That was just me letting you know
how much we want your business, Jimmy.

Apologies for the blood, but a
strong message was needed.

I'm sure you can understand
the importance of that.

What message was that?

We're the only source for
guns in Northern California.

Lin knew that.

That kind of undermines the free-market
strategy that we were attempting here.

We have better
guns, better price.

Did you know this
was going down?

No, this wasn't the way I planned
to get your business, Jimmy.

You've been paying
20 percent above cost.

I'll drop it to 10 for the next year
while Clay makes the transition.

After that it tops
out at 18 percent.

This is gonna upset
some of my people.

Ten percent for 18
months, then it jumps to 15.

Two years at 10 percent,
then it jumps to 12.

Fair enough.

- Do we have a deal?
- Yeah.

I think I can make
everyone understand.

Excellent.

- Throw the body in the car.
- Go get it.

Did you discuss the new
arrangements with your table?

Yeah, we're good with that.

But this shit?

- This is a complication.
- No, it's not.

Gentlemen. Been a pleasure.

I didn't know this was coming.

Sorry.

Your partner knows
how to close a sale.

Yeah. I'm sorry.

Now you know why
we're getting out.

Don't sweat it, kid.

I was never gonna
go with the Chinks.

Try to get a hold of Lin or the old
man. We need to clean this shit up.

Trust me, I'm on it.

There's no way Lin's gonna
believe we didn't plan this.

We burn the Chinese, things
are gonna jump off in Oakland.

Then what happens?

Then we lose the balance.

I just got a call from Wendy.

Tara went to her
place. Very pissed off.

- Said she seemed unraveled.
- What does that mean?

I don't know, but we just sent
Rat to pick up Juice and his bike.

- Tara backed over him to lose the tail.
- Damn.

- Where are the boys?
- They're still at day care.

- Is Juice okay?
- Yeah. He's just pissed.

All right, tell Rat to take
Juice down to St. Thomas.

- Keep an eye on those boys.
- Yeah.

I think I'd better be the
one to go look for Tara.

I think you should check on
Wendy. She didn't sound so good.

- High?
- Sick.

No, you gotta go check on
Wendy. I gotta go see Clay.

- What do you do about Tara?
- Let her unravel.

Maybe I should go
with you, talk to Wendy.

Junkie to junkie.

Yeah, if you want.

- I'll drive.
- In that?

Come on, Wayne, it'll get you
in touch with your inner cholo.

I had that removed
with my spleen.

- That's a little cancer humor.
- Right.

I'll call Rat.

Just a heads-up:

He's kind of in love
with me. Have fun.

I didn't know anyone was here.

What do you want?

Coming by to get
some of the boys' things.

Just in case they need to
spend some time at Grandma's.

- Yeah, that's not gonna happen.
- Really?

And what is it you think
is going to happen, Tara?

You know why you
hate what I did so much?

Because it's something
you would've done.

You've been my teacher, Gemma...

my old-lady coach since
I came back to Charming.

Thought you would've
been proud of me...

pushing the envelope
to protect my family.

Yeah, there's a lot of things
I'd do to protect my family.

Faking the death of a
baby, that ain't one of them.

Oh, guess I misjudged you.

I didn't realize you had a
line that couldn't be crossed.

Seems you misjudged
everyone, darling.

That's why you're all alone.

Get out of my house.

Or what?

You gonna run me over?

Your bridges are all
burning. I'd think you'd

be trying to make as
many friends as possible.

I don't need friends.
I have my family.

You honestly believe
that, don't you?

How'd you think this
was gonna play out?

Best-case scenario,
your plan worked.

You divorce Jax...

-either you or Wendy take those
boys on up to Oregon or wherever.

Did you really think Jax
was gonna let that happen?

He'd have no choice.

Do you have any idea
who your husband is?

- What he's capable of?
- I know him better than you do.

Oh, no.

Clearly you don't.

My son loves deep...

hates deeper.

It's in our genes.

Betrayal is unforgivable.

What you did, what you
were planning to do...

there's no coming
back from that.

All you can do now is tell
him you're sorry and go away.

I'll never do that.

Not without my sons.

You need to hear this, Tara...

and understand
it on every level.

Thomas and Abel will
not be raised by you.

What you do now will determine
how we deliver that message.

Mommy moved away...

or Mommy passed away.

Your call.

Couldn't connect with Lin or the uncle.
Tried the restaurant, warehouse. Nothing.

Okay. Well, I'm
gonna make sure...

that tomorrow's job doesn't end up in
a 44-minute gunfight with 200 sheriffs.

How do you think this
one plays out, brother?

I don't know, man. It's hard to unplug when
everybody depends on you for the power.

- Yes?
- I have Jax Teller on the line.

- Put him through.
- Line two.

Mr. Teller, how can I help you?

We got our license
for Diosa Del Sur today.

Thank you.

You're welcome. Now
it's your turn to deliver.

I'll give you Galen O'Shay
within the next 48 hours.

Can you be a
little more specific?

I'll meet you tomorrow,
give you all the details.

Can you prove your end?

I've drafted an immunity
deal for you and the club.

Had my team set up a
plea agreement for Tara.

There's some fines, community
service, but no jail time.

Good.

Galen will have a
large, well-armed crew.

You're gonna need
manpower, and lots of it.

I'll tell you where and when
to send them tomorrow.

Think she'll take the bait?

Depends what it is.

Okay, boys, where to?

Colette's.

So you know Gemma since
she was, like, a kid, huh?

Yeah.

She as crazy then as she is now?

I guess.

Jax's ex, this Wendy,
she been clean for a while?

Yeah.

She grow up here in Charming?

No.

So I guess the cancer's
eaten away that part

of your brain that can
hold a conversation.

No, it's eaten away at my patience
for people I don't give a shit about.

For the record, someone
talks to me that way...

I usually grab their ass out of the
car and throw them a beat down.

Guess I'm getting a pardon
on account of my sickness.

Hey, look, I've been dead twice.

I've been cut open three times.

I've got a kid with spina bifida.
Probably won't make it till he's 15.

So your cancer, it don't
mean shit to me, man.

I'm trying to make an effort here because
I know how much Gemma loves you.

Trust me, I know how
hard it is to earn that.

Thanks for making
me feel like shit.

No problem, homes.

Left side!

Jump off!

- Shit.
- Jax.

- You okay?
- Pick him up.

- I'm all right. I'm all right.
- Out, out, out! Now!

- Behind you.
- Shit.

Jackie.

Put them down. Put them down.

- All right.
- All right, man. All right.

- We got no control over what Galen does.
- Get off of him.

Psycho just cut two of my guys into
pieces and blew up our goddamn clubhouse.

We got the cartel
business with Henry.

Why would we okay
the Irish to take him out?

Relax.

If I wanted you dead, I could've
killed you six times already.

Well, what the hell do you want?

You're getting out of the guns.

We should have that business.

The cartel shipments
have been grinding to a halt.

We need the street. This is our
territory. We own it. We deserve it.

It's not that simple, sir.

Then let me dumb
it down for you, son.

The only way any of you walk away from here
is if you shut down the Irish pipeline...

and my family take control over
the guns in Northern Californ.

I guess I don't really
have a choice, do 1?

No, you don't.

And you close the deal
when you tell me where

I can find Mr. Galen
O'Shay and their guns.

I need to even the score
after what they did today.

Galen's got a shipment
coming in tomorrow.

Drop is at a new location.

I'll let you know
when and where.

Okay.

But I'll entertain one of your men
until then. Keep everyone honest.

I like the crazy-looking one.

Get your hands off me.

- I'm not letting you take one of my guys.
- Then I keep you.

- That ain't happening.
- No, you're not.

I'm cool, boss.

You guys split.

I'll chill with old Wang Chung.

Get your hands off me.

Tomorrow.

Get off me.

What are you doing here?

I always come to a hospital
when someone runs me over.

Tell Jax I don't
need a watchdog.

I'm just keeping an eye
on Abel and Thomas.

To make sure they don't go
anywhere they're not supposed to.

A request of their grandmother.

- Where is he?
- I don't know.

Just tell me where
he is, asshole.

Diosa. Stockton.

Meeting with his
partner, Colette.

Here, let me get
you the address.

That's her car down there.

Wendy. You in there? It's Wayne.

That's smoke, man.

Shit, it's coming
from inside. Wendy.

Step back, step back.

- Kick right there. Right there.
- All right.

- Hey.
- Oh, man.

Oh, shit.

Over here.

Hey. Over here.

She's breathing. Help
me. Get her up here.

All right.

Come on. Come on.

Come on, let's go. Come on.

Shit.

- Sit down. Sit her right here.
- That's it.

Hey, Wendy. Come on.

Hey, kid. Wake up, come on.

- It ain't the smoke, man.
- What are you talking about?

Those are fresh.

Oh, shit.

Hey...

I'm glad you were here.

Don't suck up to me now,
homes. It's, like, embarrassing.

Appreciate you making
the trip on such short notice.

Yeah.

What's this?

I had my lawyer draft something
up quick. It's a letter of intent.

Turning over assets to you.

My half of T-M, house, bikes...

whatever I got left in the bank.

Why you doing this?

Well, because, when I drop out,
I won't be able to file for divorce...

50 this gives you everything
without all the hassle.

Yeah.

Okay.

That all set?

Your drop out?

We're working on it.

Well, I...

I hope it all turns out
the way you want it.

Yeah, I'm sure it will.

Thank you.

See you on the other side.

Yeah.

It's busy.

- Business handled?
- For now.

- How's things going here?
- Good. We're all set.

I'm gonna sit down with Lyla
tomorrow. Come up with a schedule.

- That's great.
- Yes, it is.

- Make yourselves at home, gentlemen.
- Go on. Unwind.

Tomorrow's a big one.

This stings a lot, baby.

Come on, time for you to unwind.

Hey.

Looks like she was trying
to get herself in rehab.

Wayne, pack her a bag.

- Where's she going?
- Rehab.

The "If you use again,
I'll rip your tits off" rehab.

I love that place.

Come help me.

- Hello?
- Come on, babe.

Hey.

Where we going?

Home, sweetheart.

Hi, can I help you?

Yeah. I'm looking for somebody.

- Sure. What's her name?
- Oh, it's not a...

- Colette.
- She's upstairs with a client right now.

If you wanna have a seat and relax,
I'll let you know as soon as she's done.

- Thanks.
- Yeah.

- So am I gonna see you again?
- Yeah, of course.

Son of a bitch.

Tara. Tara.

- Crazy bitch.
- Tara.

You stupid piece of shit.

Get off of me.

Go. I got this.

Yeah.

- Are you okay?
- Who the hell was that?

The wife.

Tara.

Hey, Tara.

- What are you...?
- Stay away from me!

What are you doing with that?

Look what you did to me.

Oh, God.

What's happening to me?

What happened to me?

It sounded very
urgent, Dr. Knowles.

- It is.
- Thank you.

Are you okay?

No. I'm not.

- I'm ready to talk.
- Please.

About what?

I want your deal.

Are you in danger?

I don't know. I just wanna
take care of my boys.

I want them in
witness protection.

I'm sorry, that deal's
no longer on the table.

Please don't punish me.

I'm here without a lawyer.

I'll give you whatever you
need. This isn't about me.

I can see that.

I just can't offer
that deal at this time.

There are other things pending.

If you fear for the safety
of you and your boys...

I can help.

No, you can't.

- Nobody can help me.
- Dr. Knowles.

Tara.