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Previously:

This fell out

of one of Abel's coloring books.

He must have found it in Jax's house.

Letters? Maureen Ashby.

And you think Jax read them?

Had to be Jax or Tara who found them.

Clay, Jax, Romero Parada.

Friends call me Romeo. JAX: Got two dozen of each load.

That's 700 for your current stock.

It should cover half plus your transport payment.

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

You forgot to mention we'd be running coke

for the Galindo Cartel?

We voted in selling them guns.

We'll have another vote.

I want you to back me. It's the only way this passes.

If I do this, when you hand over the club

you push for president's patch to go to Opie. That's the deal.

My out for your drugs.

You smell smoke?

You pushed me to this,

and I strongly suggest you don't do it again.

I have some good news.

We're engaged.

We got Bobby, Piney, Juice opposed.

Where we at with the rest?

Chibs knows we need this to fill our Irish commitment.

He'll go our way.

Tig and Happy too.

Still need one more.

Kozik? Ex-junkie.

I'm thinking he's a no.

We any closer with Ope? A little.

He saw the benefit of having the cartel on speed-dial,

but he's not there yet.

Well, you need to get him there now.

Because Ope gives us Miles, that gets us the majority.

And you need to work on Bobby.

Very least, stop him from spreading woe.

You using that? TARA: Yeah.

It's Abel's old one.

It's a piece of shit. Buy a new one.

You sure? JAX: Yeah.

We should put it in storage

just in case one of the guys needs it.

Okay. Key's in the junk drawer.

Sorry.

It's okay.

I just wanted to thank you for the other night.

You sharing the news when you did.

That was a class act.

It really helped. Of course.

I'm so happy you're joining this family.

You're already a great mom,

you're gonna be a great old lady.

Thank you.

Raising Jax was the best thing that ever happened to me.

I love my son

as much as I loved his old man.

Hey.

I think he might need a change.

Oh. You think?

You know, these are actually disposable.

You just take them off, put a new one on.

Really? And here I thought

this whole raising-kids thing was so hard on you.

You should just get out of here

before you're swimming in baby piss.

I love you. I love you too.

Hi.

Bye, honey. JAX: See you later.

Hey.

What do your doctor friends think of all this?

The good surgeon being an outlaw baby mama?

I don't know. I don't ask.

What about your kidnappy friend Margaret?

Know she's got some very specific opinions about us.

Margaret and I work together.

Learned to navigate around the subject.

Oh, is that how you deal with it?

Pretend it doesn't exist? Move around it?

I really don't have time

for 20 Passive Agressive Questions, Gemma.

Get to the point.

I did.

I don't lie about who I am or who I'm with.

But I don't wear it like a badge of honor either.

Well, you should.

You earned it.

My relationship isn't about accruing points.

I'm not playing "World of Warcraft."

Hmm. I have no idea what that means.

It means we think differently.

I gotta go.

Oh, right.

Back-to-back surgeries.

All right, I'll just be here.

Living large on Sesame Street.

Thank you.

Hmm.

Bye, Mom.

Hey, dickhead, you the one made pancakes?

Yeah. You gonna clean your shit up?

Now? HAPPY: Yeah. Now.

Who you think's gonna do it? Your mom and aunt.

Ain't your maids.

We should load these first.

No, go. He hates messy.

Get inside there.

Yo, Gomer. You wanna toss me that rock?

Yo, Buckwheat, wanna keep your shirt on?

Thanks.

Hey, you ball? Not today, man.

What's the matter, surfer dude,

scared of a little 'hood ball?

Come on, 10 bucks a point.

Shut up, bitch. You ain't got no money.

Bullshit.

How much you got?

Like, 300 and something.

All right, me and you, LeBrown.

One on one, winner takes all.

Shit, yeah, my lemon-headed sucker.

Yeah. Oh, look at this.

Look at my happy, little elves.

They look great.

How do they hold?

Hold between 10 and 16, depending on the gun.

The weight matches the car parts.

Beautiful.

Chibs got the specs from the Irish.

Where is he? Don't ask.

Bathroom, working shit out.

Literally. All that processed food.

Shit, you all right, man?

Something didn't settle right. Cheap Mexican food.

Chasing burritos with Jack and James

probably didn't help.

Juicy, you're gonna hit me up?

Green tea and a mint colonic.

A little herbal fusion. Stop, stop, stop. Stop.

Before we clear anybody's passage,

let's just get these crates built.

Bobby, you're with me. Wahewa.

Why you need me?

Because I miss you, man. You want me with?

No, no, we're good. Stay available.

May need somebody to haul some ammo.

D up, bitch.

Don't give him that lane.

Stop that.

Oh! Oh, God!

♪ Back in the 'hood Getting busy, for sheezy ♪

You gonna let him shoot

that shit over you? Come on, man.

Eighteen-12.

Damn, Brew, this beach-white nigga

got you looking like Cleveland.

Ha, ha, ha. - For real.

That's bullshit, man.

- Get the keys! - Hurry up!

Get the hell out of here! Go, go!

♪ I'm gonna show you I got the power ♪

Do you even know how to drive a truck?

Get your ass over the fence.

♪ I'm gonna show you Who's the boss ♪

♪ You're gonna have to pay The cost ♪

♪ Catch me on the run ♪

Oh, shit.

♪ Ain't nothing come easy In the 'hood ♪

♪ For my business ♪

You got to be shitting me!

♪ 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 ♪

Romero "Romeo" Parada.

Ex-Mexican military commando

enlisted by Jose Galindo

to head up his cartel's strategic enforcement unit.

The cartel has a strategic enforcement unit?

There are two Sonora-based cartels:

Galindo's and Lobo Sonora.

Blood feud over the whole territory

began about six months ago.

Shows no sign of stopping.

And Romeo needs guns.

Yes, I'm guessing the Sons will be expediting the coke

that pays for them.

Dealing? POTTER: Not in their wheelhouse.

Probably muling blow back to Northern Cali.

Shit. We've been watching Galindo

for the last couple years.

He's a spunky little psychopath.

Since he hired Romeo,

they've been giving TJ and others

a hard run for money and drugs.

We'd heard Romeo had reached out to the Sons in Stockton

but weren't sure how they'd fit with the Russians.

I guess they figured that out.

This was lifted from a gas station security cam

outside of my beautiful birthplace, Modesto,

two days ago.

So Parada's back in town, hm?

He was. Off the grid again.

So now what?

Without someone inside

to document the gunrunning,

we need to make the Sons the primary RICO target.

So now, my locally-enforced friend,

we move on to plan B.

Engage Mr. Crow to create the ties that bind.

Juan Carlos Ortiz.

I need you to pick him up.

How does that help RICO?

We need to create a history of organized crime,

past and present.

Juice is our "now" connection.

I can pick him up on a release violation.

He's a part owner of a weed shop.

Good.

But you can't tip him off to any of this.

The threat must remain local.

Okay, so, what do you want me to do with him?

Just let him know that you're aware of his family tree

and that you'll be in touch.

All right, I'm coming.

What's going on? That was Miles.

Some kind of hiccup with the guns.

Should I call Clay?

No, him and Bobby need some quality time.

Stay here, get the other prospects

to help finish these up.

Take care of him. Absolutely.

You're with us. Follow in the van. Let's go.

I'm going with. Clay wanted you to stay here.

No, I'm not gonna be his little ammo bitch.

I'm not gonna do it.

If there's a problem with those guns,

I should be there.

All right, Tiggy.

I know you didn't bring me out here

for my vast knowledge of projectiles.

I wanted to talk to you alone.

Say what you gotta say, pres.

The beating we took over these last few years,

you know has set us way back.

Part of the life.

I didn't join this club to get rich.

It ain't about getting rich, it's about getting whole.

This club needs an infusion.

How'd you get the boy to sign off on this?

Drugs nearly killed his firstborn.

He's changed.

He's gone way inside. I...

I don't know what pushed him. Maybe it was the time.

Maybe it was me? I don't know.

He's not the same guy.

Well, he sure knows what's best for this club.

Oh, kill the bullshit,

we're not sitting around the table.

You're sprinting for the door,

stuffing your pockets before it slams shut.

I get that.

But what does Jax get out of it? You know what?

You think whatever the hell you want to about me,

because I don't give a shit.

My main concern is the future of this MC.

But I'll tell you what Jax gets out of it,

because that's what I brought you to talk about.

Only thing is, I need for this to stay between you and me,

you understand?

Because Jax doesn't want anybody to know about this.

I need your word.

Jax wants out.

He's got two sons, he's got an old lady he loves.

He's done.

He backs the drugs, you let him out clean.

Yep.

What's that got to do with me?

You're the guy I endorse to replace me.

Yeah, if I vote for the drugs, you'll...

It's not about any vote.

I'm handing you the gavel

because you're the best guy for the job.

If you want it.

I'm giving you my word.

You looking for Charlie Horse?

Uh, yeah.

He's out in the south res.

Get in your truck and follow me.

Hey. Mm.

Just trying to remember how to do this.

You put the flame to the wick.

Thanks.

You stop going to your church?

When you're buried in your own shit,

the Sacred Heart seems a little out of reach.

You gotta believe in something, Wayne.

Where are you at with that?

Same place I'm always at.

No, you're not, sweetheart.

We wanna stay the same, but we can't.

Older we get,

the further away we get from who we think we are.

Are we done here, Confucius?

Yeah. Let's go.

Wait here. You see Tara coming, knock on the door.

Whoa. Really?

You brought me here to be your goddamn spotter?

I'm finishing what I started.

Shit!

All right, you clever, little bitch,

where'd you hide that key?

I'm sorry, baby.

We're gonna be okay.

Let's go.

Oh, shit.

Oh.

Sorry.

Is Tara expecting you?

No. I, um...

I was just doing some research.

"Sonoanatomy and Feasibility of Ultrasonographic Guidance

in Term and Preterm Neonates."

It's a trilogy.

Hey, there. Hey, Wayne.

Chief Unser. Uh, not anymore.

Of course.

Can I talk to you for a second?

Me? Yeah.

I got some questions about my HMO

and these new treatments.

Sure.

I'll tell Tara you're in here,

engrossed in the Neonatas Trilogy.

Gentlemen. This way, please.

What the hell we doing out here? Tribal matters.

Also, it gives us a chance to talk privately

about this increase in demand.

Is that a problem? Labor, no. Compensation, yes.

I know you're selling our ammo to the Mexicans now.

Our deal with the Wahewa is set,

doesn't matter who we're selling to.

I'm not living in a teepee, Clay.

The cartel is a risk for you.

I know you gotta be charging more for our bullets.

I just wanna make sure

that the Wahewa get their piece.

Jesus Christ.

There's a word in the Wintu language,

means "mourning war."

Families of our dead sons ask the gods

to choose their revenge.

They chose slow death by flesh-eating ants.

That's some real cowboy-and-Indian shit, chief.

It's about closure.

You play a part in his passing over into the spirit realm.

I'll be right back.

How long they gonna leave him out here?

I guess till the picnic's over.

Are you gonna give Charlie his bump?

I mean, we are charging the Mexicans

almost 50 percent more for the same ammo.

I'm gonna give Charlie dick. Because as far as he knows

we're charging the Mexicans the same

as we charge anybody else.

Help me.

Please.

Help.

Hey. Are you listening to us?

No.

Well, you heard that, didn't you?

You're gonna piss off the gods.

I don't give a shit about the gods.

Stealing our guns is a hiccup? You shitting me?

They took the truck thinking it was full of booze.

It only had one case of AR-15s.

Those guns are already sold, asshole.

The cartel is expecting all of them in two days.

I get it! No, what you get

is jacked by a bunch of ghetto babies, asshole.

All right, Jax! Let him go!

Hang on! Save it for church!

Let's just get the guns back, bro.

They're not gonna hit

the streets with that.

They're gonna try and sell them.

All right, shut up.

This 'hood? Only one place to do that.

Vivica. French fence. They better be there.

Truck got jacked a couple hours ago.

We're thinking you may be their first stop.

Do I look like I buy guns?

Well, maybe you know the kids.

Brewster. He called his buddy "Frecks."

I got enough kids.

Don't need to know anyone else's.

Look, if you want iPads, microwaves,

or organic vegetables,

I'm your Nubian goddess.

But guns, that's dirty business.

Not my flow. Everybody around here knows that.

Luther, Vandross. Show them out.

Well, if for some reason

they do flow your way, we need to know.

The only thing you need to know

is that my soil is in desperate need of aeration.

Wouldn't wanna get between you and your dirt.

I appreciate that.

- I don't believe her, man. - Got no choice.

Rock that boat, blow back on the whole neighborhood.

My aunt and mom included.

Shit, that's them!

Yo, stay here in case the truck shows up.

Go, go, go!

♪ When I was a boy ♪

♪ I thought about The times I'd be a man ♪

♪ I'd sit inside a bottle ♪

♪ And pretend that I was in a jam ♪

♪ In my lonely room I'd sit my mind ♪

♪ In an ice cream cone ♪

♪ Throw me if you wanna 'Cause I'm a bone ♪

♪ And I go "oop-ip-ip Oop-ip-ip," yeah ♪

♪ If I don't start cryin' ♪

♪ It's because that I have got no eyes ♪

Look out! - Oh, shit!

♪ And my dog lies Hypnotized ♪

♪ Through a crack of light I was unable ♪

Let's go.

♪ To find my way ♪

♪ Trapped inside a night But I'm a day ♪

♪ And I go "oop-ip-ip" ♪

Shit. Cops find our guns,

they'll lead them right back to Happy's aunt's house.

Hey, I got this.

Pull over!

Keep your hands where we can see them.

Let's go!

Hoo.

License and registration, please.

He's dead.

What happened? CLAY: Not sure.

He came to, gasped a little bit, and just went out.

Yeah. It was quick.

Family's gonna be disappointed.

He should've suffered at least another two days.

Well, maybe the ants were a little hungrier

than you thought.

Yes.

Like all of us.

Look, uh, Charlie, I don't know what you heard

or what you think you might know, but, uh,

we got the same deal going with the cartel

as we had with the Russians.

We're not making a dime more off your ammo.

You got my word.

Okay.

We'll push through with the order then.

Where's our truck and our guns?

What truck?

Man! I ain't got your goddamn gun!

Crash test? Think so.

Allow me. Keys.

Oh, man. Come on, man.

Let me out!

You cracker-ass bitches trying to kill us?

That's the plan, unless you start talking.

I don't know what you're talking about!

Oh, shit.

No, no! - Lying bitch!

Hey, man, what's wrong with you?

Listen, listen, listen!

Yo, what are you doing?

Yo, man, what are you...?

Let me go, man! TIG: Listen to me. Listen to me.

Now, this guy here, he's cracked three of my ribs

giving me a hug.

He's gonna shatter your boy's face. Give it up.

All right. Goddamn, man.

Just listen. We sold it to Vivica.

Luther only gave us half the cash.

We were headed to get the rest when y'all spotted us.

The money's in the glove box.

It's here.

We unloaded the truck on Langley.

I'm calling Miles.

I knew that bitch was lying.

Or these assholes are. Put him in the trunk.

Get up!

Man, come on! We told you!

Go check on the truck. Told you everything.

Wait until he comes out, pull him over.

It's not a violation if he's got a card.

He's on federal release.

Uncle Sam doesn't recognize Cali's medical marijuana laws.

There any reason why we're just going after Ortiz, LT?

Nothing specific.

We start off small and we work our way up.

You let me know.

Come in.

Surgery went well? Yes.

Routine diaphragmatic hernia.

Here you go.

References and other info.

Legacy Emanuel and Providence Hospital

are very interested in speaking with you.

Wow. Thank you for doing this.

I came by to drop them off earlier.

Gemma was here in your office.

Did she say why? No.

But I'm pretty certain I interrupted her

looking for something.

Did she see this? No.

Well, she was probably just looking

for something for the baby.

Probably.

Thanks.

I've heard the nurses talking. Um...

Are you really engaged?

I am.

Does Jax know you're planning to move?

I'm not just yet.

Tara. I need to be here.

Two months ago you broke down in my office.

You asked me... I know, and...

I still feel that way,

but I have to let Jax lead us out, Margaret.

It may take longer,

but it's the only way I get my whole family out clean.

Longer can very easily turn into forever.

You know that.

Please think about this.

It's the only thing I think about.

I have to get ready for surgery.

Hey, hey, hey, easy. Easy, man, easy.

Just wanna talk to your mom. It's okay, boys.

Appreciate you taking care of my crew.

They looked a little thirsty.

And I don't like white boys spying on me.

Yeah, well, we tracked down the crew that jacked our guns.

Said they sold them to you.

What the hell is it with you guys?

I don't have your goddamn guns.

Maybe your boys know something about it.

Yeah, how about it, boys?

You taking on a little side biz mama don't know about?

You idiots!

Jax! VIVICA: No! Stop! Stop!

Mama! JAX: Hey, hey! Get down!

Shit. Knock it off!

Jesus Christ!

What the hell were you two cat-brained morons thinking?

Sorry, Mom. It was supposed to be a surprise.

We was gonna get you that F-350 Super Duty.

We know how much you love that truck.

We even had a red one all picked out and shit.

My apologies.

Give them their guns! All of them!

Cops are gonna be here after that blast.

No, they won't.

For your troubles.

Tell Happy I'll send his mom some tomatoes.

Family meeting inside!

- Luther, Vandross! - Come on, killer.

I said now!

That one there, she makes Gemma look like Donna Reed.

I'm suddenly feeling a little less dysfunctional.

Hi. GEMMA: Sorry to barge in.

In the middle of something?

No. Just, um...

finished surgery. Just paperwork.

I came by earlier.

Yeah, Margaret mentioned that.

Yeah, I'm sure she did.

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

You have any idea where he might've found it?

What is it?

A note.

Talks about some letters.

Letters to whom?

You hiding something from me?

Why would I do that?

Same reason you keep answering my questions with questions.

Sounds like you already know the answers.

No.

I don't.

What I do know

is that letters from John Teller

would be very painful for my son to read.

Why?

John was in love with Maureen Ashby.

When we were in Belfast,

found out she had a kid with him.

Stirred up all that old shit.

I had already fallen in love with Clay.

When Thomas died, uh,

I didn't care anymore.

I didn't even try to hide it.

That was a mistake. Put Clay at risk.

It was humiliating for J.T.

Jax doesn't know any of that.

Him finding out

could set things off with Clay again.

John ripped me apart.

Spent months at a time in Belfast

with her.

Left me here.

Alone.

With his sons.

Sorry.

I loved him.

Like you and Jax.

I was 19.

He was my goddamn world.

This ain't good for anybody.

You understand me?

Wherever this leads, this is bad for our family.

Oh, ho. That was crazy.

I just saw some stuff in there I ate when I was 7 years old.

I'm, like, 100 pounds lighter. I'm a brand-new man.

Hey, just got a full cleanse.

Hang on. You know what?

Sure, I'll call you back.

If you guys are heading in, I recommend the green tea.

Hands on the wall. Let's go.

Got a card for that.

Congratulations, the federal government doesn't give a shit.

Is this some kind of joke?

Does that feel like a joke?

Let's go.

You, uh... You boys still love each other?

Yeah. Cool.

It's all about the happy ending.

Very old school. Come on. Got a vote to get to.

All right, here you go.

So, what's going on?

Hey, I just wanna have a conversation, that's all.

You can do that with my lawyer.

Oh, you don't need your lawyer.

I don't give a shit about the weed, man.

Please, sit down.

So why'd you pick me up?

This is me and my father fishing

at Rockaway Beach.

Huh? Heh.

Now, you grew up in Queens, right?

Nobody fished at Rockaway.

Not unless you wanted to fry up bottles and syringes.

That ain't Queens. What's the game here, man?

Do you ever see your father? No.

I can arrange that.

Michael Howard Cole.

It's your daddy, Juan Carlos.

Huh?

By your silence, I'm assuming that

you already knew.

I knew who he was. I never met him.

Now, I don't know if you can tell by this picture,

but, um, he's black.

Like, African black.

Yeah.

I picked that up.

Yeah.

I don't know, you tell me.

What would the club do if they found out

that you were black?

Hm? You don't know?

Let me break it down for you.

Well, first they'll pull your patch,

then they make you scrape the ink.

Then if you're lucky enough, you'll walk out alive.

As far as Samcro is concerned,

you never even existed.

So much for affirmative action.

You don't know dick about my club.

Yeah, you right.

About dick, nothing.

But Leroy? Shit, everything.

Enjoy your day.

So, what happens now?

We go back home to our families.

I'll stay in touch, brother.

Mexican for lunch?

Yeah, something like that.

What's going on?

I was hoping you could tell me.

He listens to you.

Who?

Clay?

You know, he is getting us involved

in some very deep shit.

What are you talking about?

Your old man wants us running drugs for the cartel.

And all those other drones at the table

they're gonna follow him right down

to that last little crumb.

Talk some sense into him, Gemma.

So?

Oh, it's nothing.

Nothing, man. Just slapping his dick around.

Yeah? Yeah.

You guys are running coke for the Mexicans?

What?

Who told you that?

You don't need to know.

Drugs are not what we do.

You don't tell me what we do.

Everything okay?

Yeah. Let's just get this done.

♪ I had a cure For your disease ♪

♪ But you threw it away ♪

♪ And you made it clear I was not welcome ♪

Hey.

You really think that we can handle the drug end of this?

I know we can.

Getting as cocky as Clay too.

That's not a bad thing, man.

You came out harder.

Looking like a guy who can lead a club.

That bullshit today, you handled it, man.

Thanks.

You got my vote.

And Miles. And when we're done with the cartel

and Clay is gone,

it's you and me at the head of that table.

Get this back to the way it should be.

You good with that?

♪ And all of this Would've been ♪

♪ All of this Could've been yours ♪

You've all had time to think on this.

Yea or nay.

We get in business with the Galindo Cartel.

Yea.

Yea.

I don't trust them.

No.

Yea.

I'm a yea.

Nay.

Nay.

No.

I'm sorry.

I'm a no.

Backing my pres and VP.

Yea.

Yea.

Six, five.

It passes.

♪ My denial and fear ♪

♪ And all of my hatred And all of my tears ♪

♪ All of the time That I couldn't go home ♪

♪ And all of the times That I froze all alone ♪

♪ And all of the sadness All of the lies ♪

♪ And all of the shadows That blackened my eyes ♪

You ever try to end run me through my old lady again...

I'll slit your throat.

♪ Now creep in the corner They're all in my head ♪

♪ All of the dreams That you made nightmares ♪

♪ All of the silence Deafening stares ♪

♪ All of the ships Who can't carry loads ♪

♪ You wrecked in anger Upon distant shores ♪

♪ All of this Would've been ♪

♪ All of this Could've been yours ♪

♪ Oh, all of this Should've been ♪

♪ All of this Could've been yours ♪