All language subtitles for Sons of Anarchy S07E01 Black Widower-eng

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Word is, Jax is handing
over the Irish guns.

To August Marks.

Makes a real problem for all of us.

We should
have that business.

This is our territory.
We own it.

It's gonna get bloody for a while.

Jax killed his uncle
and eight of his guys.

It's gonna be brown and yellow
against black and white.

Been in the barrio a lot.
Are you okay?

I just got some shit
that I got to work out, and

I need to be alone for a while.

Are you dumping me?

In exchange for your
cooperation against the

MC, you'll get immunity
from Pamela Toric's murder.

If I pulled a bullet
out of a club member from

today's shooting,
would that be proof?

With your testimony, yes.

Where you at with
working off the damage?

A little unsure about how
to live in all this right now.

Jax said it was
what I had to do.

Earn my way.

Darvany?
You... you killed her?

I know what you had Juice do.

And then you looked at me in the
eye and you lied to me about it.

You betrayed me.

Any word from Tara?

Don't you worry about Tara.
You just get clean.

Jax will do what
needs to be done.

I'll die if I have to.

At least I know I tried to save
them from becoming what you are.

I'm not going to hurt you.

Just be a good mother.

Save our boys.

I turn myself in, nothing will
happen to her or my boys.

I'll let everybody know.

Talk to Jax or the guys?

I guess Tara made a deal.

Hey, Wayne, that you?

Tara didn't rat, Gemma.

Jax gave himself up
to keep her safe.

We got a...

Babe?

Here, let's go to Brooke.
Oh, it's okay. Brooke.

Hi.
Oh, come here.

Hi.

Let's go.

I got him, Gem.

Let's go, Rat.

Abel, are you gonna
help me clean up?

Oh, wow, this is nice.

Wow, this looks nice.

Hi.

Welcome to Red Woody.

♪ 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 ♪

- You sure you want to do this?
- Yeah.

I thought the plan
was to put in 90 days.

Well, I think nine was enough.

I was crawling out of my
skin in there, Wayne.

So worried about Abel.

Gemma can't take care of those
boys; and even if she could,

we both know it's a bad idea.

I got to do something.

I know.

We all got to do something.

Mrs. Teller.

I'm assuming we're both
here to see the same party.

Yeah.

Make sure I get in
there before she does.

I'm sorry for your loss.

Me, too.

Everything all right?

Yeah.

It's fine, sweetheart.

Protection?

Company.

I get lonely.

Understandable.

You've lost a lot of
people close to you.

Yes, I have.

Any, um...

any luck with Tara's case?

Evidence? Suspects? Anything?

Unfortunately, no.

It's been very difficult finding
people willing to cooperate.

And the person who could help us
the most refuses to talk to anyone.

Except his mother.

He found the woman he loved... dead.

The woman he loved
more than anything.

What do you want him to say?

What's this?

His teeth.

I thought you guys
were into that.

Make a necklace or something.

I was told if I want to sit down
I have to make the message clear.

I did.

Your snitch ain't gonna be talking
about anything for a very long time.

So what do you want?

Just to clear the air between
your organization and my MC.

We never had no direct
beef with the AB.

Shit that went down with
Darby and the Nords...

Darby was a poser.

And the Nords were a joke.

Yeah.

And we both know
Zobelle was a cancer.

Almost killed both of us.

So what about the
slaughter at Gerber's Ranch?

What do you know about that?

We heard that was
an internal beef.

Look, man, we both know what's
happening in Oakland and Stockton.

Brown and yellow are pulling together
'cause black's got the gun trade.

Lin and Alvarez are already
playing a hard offense.

Street's gonna get bloody,
and that's gonna impact

relationships inside.

That don't mean we start
sharing tables with the GN.

And they ain't gonna start including us
in their nigger movie night, either.

Hey, you can keep
hating as much as you want.

When you get to Stockton, you
should let your crew know that

when push comes to shiv and
white needs a friend, they do

best to reach out to the
darkest hand in the yard.

Let's go, Teller.
D.A. wants to talk to you.

So, we good?

I might need a few
things from you in the future.

Yeah, for now, we're good.

No. I got it, I got it.

I left in a such a hurry.

Place is a disaster.

Uh, okay.

Thanks for the lift.

Oh, sure.

Hey, uh, can I give
you some advice?

Please.

Before you go see the boys,
you should talk to Jax.

Let him know what
you want to do.

That's the respectful thing.

Okay.

- He's in county?
- Yeah.

Uh, the guys'll give
you all his info.

They're probably at the,
uh, ice cream shop.

Let me know if you
need anything.

I will. Thanks.

What the hell?

Oh, my God!

Oh, shit!

The evidence has been processed.

All the lab work's back.

And other than the obvious facts,
the results gave us nothing.

We've talked to family,
friends, neighbors, the MC...

except Ortiz-- he seems to be
M.I.A.-- and no one can shed

any light on who or why
Tara was murdered.

I understand the
pain you're in, son.

The reason for your silence.

I lost a son...

...and a nephew...
to gang violence.

I...

didn't want anyone arrested.

I wanted them all dead.

Heartless, cold bullets to the
back of the head, just the way

they killed my boy.

That's a natural reaction.

The desire for revenge,
it's a part of grieving.

The difference is in my world,
I knew that those violent

desires would never become real.

In yours, it's a
very likely outcome.

We couldn't tie you
to either murder.

Parole violation...

The gun wasn't fired.

It was in the house.

We're gonna let you go.

Your mother's here to see you.

She can take you home.

I've been doing this for over 20 years,

and until today, I have
never said a word about my

personal life to someone on
the other side of this table.

So, why me?

Because...
I needed help to connect with

the man who did the right
thing ten days ago!

Who knows the
importance of family!

And that more violence
will only destroy...

what's left of his.

So, why would Gemma
let you stay here?

I'm in a situation.

She said you were gonna
be gone a few months.

Well, I'm back.

And as much as I appreciate you
tidying up and for some reason,

rearranging all my furniture,
you got to go.

I can't.

I'm hiding.

From the club.

Oh, shit.

It's complicated.

No, it's simple.

I live here. You don't.

They'll kill me.

Juice.

Look, I'm sorry.

I'll find another place.

Can I at least wait
until it's dark?

Oh, Jesus!

Yeah.

I got to go to county
and talk to Jax.

Is my car still out back
or did you move that, too?

It's still there.

Please don't say anything.

To Jax.

I won't.

Patterson grilled the guys.

Yeah, me, too.

Everyone at TM and the hospital.

I don't think they
have any suspects.

They don't.

Bobby said you reached out?

Yeah, August got me a burner.

Club's up to speed.

Any word on Juice?

No.

We tracked down his
sister back east.

She hasn't seen him in years.

Tacoma's still watching his
apartment and the weed shop.

You know why he split?

Club shit?

Yeah.

Did everything go okay
with the funeral?

Yes.

We had the service two days ago.

Just club, family.

It was quiet.

Respectful.

Abel doesn't know what happened.

Just that his mommy's in heaven.

It's good you're out, baby.

Those boys need you.

Where are you going?

Scoops'.

I can't see them yet, Mom.

I got to get clear on
what I have to do.

Yeah, okay.

I get it.

I know how much of
this has landed on you.

The burden of that.

What you're doing for SAMCRO
and my boys means a lot to me.

Couldn't do it without you, Mom.
I love you.

I love you, too, sweetheart.

I'm here.

Whatever you need me to do.

Ain't this something.

White boys and colored
folk rolling together.

Lordy lordy.

Yeah, you know, why don't
you come ride with us, Flint?

Oh, shit, that's right.

You got no damn legs.

Really? Wow.

I just thought he was, like,
incredible short with very small feet.

Yeah, and a big dick that still
smells like your mama's ass.

It's a nice, tight
ass, though, huh?

I've been up inside my mother's
shitter so many times she used

to call me little Alex enema.

There a reason why freak
show and the Oreo bikers

are taking up my time?

I got one man dead, two
in critical care 'cause someone

ran them off the road
in an old blue Impala.

And people on the street said the guys
driving the car were East Dub Crew.

People are wrong.

]That was Rat.

Jackie boy is out.

But listen, he needs us
round the table now.

This may take a minute.

I ain't saying it was sanction,
but it happened.

I need to know who it was.

No idea. I'll ask around.

I say we start
with these pussies.

They don't know nothing.

I don't have time
for this shit.

Listen, stumpy, we don't want this
to jump off any more

than you do, but if it wasn't
your crew, just point us to the

car and the driver, huh?

I ain't AAA, shithead.
Find it yourself.

All right, let's just
move this along, shall we, boys?

We get it.

You're not gonna tell us.

We know you're lying.

Things get heated,
then we get here.

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo.

- Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
- Hey, hey, hey, hey.

You black fellas over there,
I suggest you put your guns down.

- Damn.

Anybody else want to
go rolling down the ramp?

Now, my little crippled friend,
I'm gonna ask you one more time.

Who was driving the Impala
that took out our brothers?

Sorry, man.

I can't understand a goddamn
word you're saying.

You guys got any idea what Clan
McDouchebag is talking about?

Stop the bike, man!

Stop it!

Stop it!

Sorry about that.

Had to speed up the process.

Jax just got out of county.

Zoom, zoom.

Thanks, Mom.

Of course, baby.

Head straight to TM.

Take one of the Tacoma
guys if you go anywhere.

Yeah, I know.

I welcome you.

Are you shitting me?

What are you doing here?

I'm just looking
for Chibs or Bobby.

I just want to get Jax's info.

I want to talk to him.

He's out, and that
is not a good idea.

Gemma, I just want to help.

I want him to know that.

Not today.

Where are the boys staying?

My house.

Well, I guess I could talk
to Jax when he comes to see them.

I'll be staying with you now that
you sublet my place to Juice.

What'd he tell you?

That he's hiding from the club,
and for some reason,

you're helping him, which--
forgive me if this sounds

harsh-- feels way
out of character.

There's been enough death.

I'm really sorry.

Really sorry.

Want me to take care of this?

Chibs, it's okay.
I got it.

I'll meet you upstairs.

Shit.

What are you doing here?

I just want to talk to you.

I thought you were in rehab.

I checked out.

Look, I told her to come.

I know I should've waited till
you got out, but I needed help.

It's just about
helping the boys.

Talk to her?

I'm so sorry about Tara.

I spent the last week or so trying
to wrap my head around that horror.

It's not your problem.

I'm not here to judge you, Jax,
or to insert myself into Abel's life.

Honestly, at this point, I don't
care if he ever knows I'm his mom.

Gemma's right. I just want to
make sure he's happy and safe.

And Thomas, too.

Just let me help.

Work it out with Gemma.

Okay.

My uncle is a shop
steward for the ILW.

Has access to everything coming
and going out of the port.

Which means we can
use water to move product.

Keep that shit off the highway.

Yeah, that's smart.

Hey, you all know that anything
moves out of Stockton Port, it's

got to go through Barosky.

We'll make sure
he gets his piece.

Yeah, for now.

But Barosky, he's like all those
dirty cops-- careless and greedy.

At some point, he's
gonna push too far.

Yo, that was Peacock.

D.A. cut Teller loose.
He's on his way home.

Call Lin and let him know.

I'll go check out
where Jax is at.

- Orale.
- Orale.

Hey, we appreciate you
stepping in the middle of this, huh.

I ain't no politician, but,
uh, maybe I could help put

something together that
keeps us all whole.

Yeah, but what if you can't?

Then it's gonna get messy, ése.
For all of us.

Are you okay with that?

See, Oso and his crew, they're
concerned about your loyalty

because of your personal
connection to the Sons.

I guess they're just gonna
have to trust me. Like you do.

And what about
Teller's mother?

She knows how
the world works.

You didn't answer
my questions, ése.

No, huh?

Hey, maybe I would make
a good politician.

I didn't think I'd be
in this chair again.

Thank you for helping
Gemma handle everything.

Taking care of my family.

Of course, brother.

Anything you need, Jackie.

Okay, our alliances.

We locking them down?

Yeah.

Irish are setting up with black.

Connor's here to handle the
transition, and we took care of,

uh, an internal family
problem for Cacuzza.

So Italians are in our debt.

No muss, no fuss, no Tony.

Nice.

And the Grim Bastards?

That's where we were
when Rat called.

Uh, a few days ago, Darker Dan
and a couple of prospects got

run down in, uh,
Lockwood Gardens.

Dan bled out, prospects
are barely hanging in.

Bastards found out it's
one of Flint's crew.

- Is he still East Dub?
- Oh, yeah.

He gave up the owner
of the car, though.

Well, we kind of
dragged it out of him.

It's an '82 Impala.

It belongs to this hood rat, hooked
up with a-an OG named DuLain.

Grim Bastards are good.

Fence mended.

How'd it go with the AB?

Took almost a week to
get a sit-down with Tully.

That guy's a super freak, man.

A freak with clout. He's number three
in the Brotherhood now.

Yeah, and once he gets
to Stockton, he's gonna be

calling the shots from
Fresno to Portland.

Yeah.

He didn't give much, but
I think I cleaned it up.

He may want a favor or two in the
future, but for now, I think

we're okay with white.

What about business? Where
are we at with that?

Garage is solid.
Diosa's picking up.

We got the okay
to demo the clubhouse.

We're fielding some bids
on the rebuilds now.

Good.

Porn studio is
almost ready, brother.

Lyla's tracking down all
the Caracara girls.

And the new name cleared.

Red Woody Incorporated is
now open for business.

I never really
wanted this chair.

I guess some part of me knew
it would happen, but I always

dreaded the weight of it.

The responsibility.

The truth is I can barely make
the right choices for myself.

I've been trying to take this club
in a direction I thought made sense.

To move us away from
all the outlaw shit.

That hasn't worked.

I think some part of me was trying to
buy back all the bad shit I've done.

The people I've hurt.

That's a false pardon.

It's dangerous.

And it's selfish.

JT did the same thing.

And those choices took away
everything from my old man.

His family and his patch.

I already lost the woman I love.

I'm not gonna lose my club.

For me to move forward with all
the things we now have to do,

I need to know this
table has no doubts.

No mistrust.

That every single one of you
would kill or die for the man

next to him, and if you
don't feel that way...

...now's the time to speak up.

We're all in, brother.

We love you.

We trust you.

Tell us what you need.

Lion cubs play with anything
that arouses their interest...

Jesus!

You told Wendy I was hiding
you from the club? What else?

- That they want me dead.
- Shit.

She was gonna kick me out.

I bought myself till tonight.

All right, look.
I'll-I'll take care of Wendy.

And you're, and you're not gonna
have to leave tonight, but you

got to go soon.

Jax is out.

All right.

I'll figure it out.

You've had over a week
to figure it out, sweetheart.

I just have to get my cash
from the weed shop.

No. Jax has got Tacoma
sitting on it 24-7.

Look, um... I'll pull
together some cash.

Just enough to get
you out of town.

Go to Idaho, Montana, somewhere
there isn't a charter.

Things'll calm down here and
I'll get your money from Clear

Passage, I'll send it to you.

Yeah.

Okay.

You need anything?

No.

How's Jax?

Sad.

What did you say to him?

I mean... how did you just
have a conversation about Tara?

I'm not a psychopath, Juice.

I know what happened with
Tara and Eli was awful.

What I did... I know
how horrible that was.

But it happened because we
were both protecting the club.

Jax was turning himself in.

I didn't know that!

I made choices based
on the truth I had.

So did you.

You did what any
member would've done.

But you know...

if Jax finds out...

...not only will he
have lost a wife...

...but he'll lose his mother.

And Abel and Thomas will grow up never
knowing the love of a strong woman.

I am the only thread holding
this family together.

This ain't about
protecting you and me.

It's about protecting
Jax and those boys.

That's how I look
him in the eyes.

That's how I talk
to him about Tara.

Because I know as selfish as it
seems, keeping our truth away

from him is the
right thing to do.

Understand?

Yeah.

I don't know what you
did or why Jax wants you dead--

it's probably better I don't know...

...but you helped me.

You gave me a truth that works...

so I'm gonna help you.

Okay.

So, you just keep it
together a few more days.

Stop chatting up the junkie.

Mm-hmm.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

- Thanks.
- Sure.

She misses you.

Gemma.

Oh, yeah?
She tell you that?

No. She hardly
says a word to me.

But every time a car pulls into
TM, the way she looks up with a

little bit of hope... I know
she's wishing it was you.

Hey.

Good to see you, mano.

I'm glad you're out.

Me, too.

Can we talk?

Yeah.

I'm really sorry
about Tara, Jax.

I-I know there's nothing that
I can, uh, say that'll help.

But you just let me know if
there's anything I can do.

I appreciate that.

You got any intel on, uh,
who might've been involved?

Nothing from the sheriffs.

You know I've been
sitting down with the Chinese

and the Mayans.

I heard.

I'm just trying to figure out
a way to avoid having my hood

in Oaktown turning into
some kind of combat zone.

I get that.

Lin and Alvarez, uh,

they wanted me to
extend their condolences.

And to let you know-- brown and
yellow had nothing to do with

this tragedy that's
hit your familia.

That's good to know.

I think maybe, until we're
certain how all this plays out,

I should handle Diosa here.

You focus on Colette's place.

Keeps potential conflicts
out of our business.

Okay.

Yeah, that makes sense.

Listen, once you're settled in,
maybe in a few days, we should

sit down with Lin and Alvarez,
see what can be done.

I don't want to wait.

Let's do it now.

Yeah?

All r... All right.

I'm gonna set it up.

Mr. Unser.

- District Attorney Thyne Patterson.
- What can I do for you?

- Do you remember me?
- Yeah.

We worked the, uh, Cahill Warehouse
murder a bunch of years back.

You were, uh... ADA then.

Good memory.

Sometimes.

There ain't nobody here right now,
if you're looking for the club.

I'm actually
here to see you.

Oh, yeah? And why's that?

I know that
you and Tara were close.

I already gave my statement
to the sheriffs.

What if I wanted more?

I know you've had a long history
with the Sons of Anarchy.

Whatever you did here to
manage the embassy, it worked.

For a long time.

That's ancient history.

Althea Jarry.

She's taking over the
sheriff's office tomorrow.

She's replacing Eli Roosevelt.

She spent six years with the
organized crime unit in Stockton.

I think she's a good fit for
Charming and Morada, but she's a

little out of the loop
on the local lore.

She could benefit from
your history lessons.

What exactly...
are you asking me?

To help her with the MC.

After Tara and the war that's
brewing in Oakland,

we both know
it's gonna get pretty bloody.

I can make you a consultant.

Uh, I appreciate
the offer, yeah.

But I'm afraid my badge and gun days
got flushed away a long time ago.

Pity doesn't suit you.

What happened here was wrong.

Tara deserved better.

I'll brief Sheriff
Jarry tomorrow.

I'll mention that we talked.

Nero expressed
your condolences.

Appreciate that.

Awful thing, losing family.

Yeah.

Okay, so let's figure
out what we have to do, keeps

everyone moving forward.

Pushing back on turf, blood for
blood, we all know why we have

to do it, but we also know
how much it hurts business.

You throw in the heat from
the ATF, gang task force--

we're just gonna end up just
choking each other out.

No one wins.

We have to be smarter
than a loaded gun, eh?

I know us handing off the gun
trade to Marks upset the balance.

It's hard to explain--
it was historical shit.

I was so focused on moving us
away from the IRA,

I didn't give a shit about blowback.

That was a mistake.

For better or worse, I got a
relationship with Barosky.

You guys bump up against him
at the port, I can help.

Or, at the very least, I got no
trouble looking the other way.

We got tight with Connor Malone,

he's the boots on the ground
here for the Irish.

I can't take back any of the
business we gave to black, but I

can get you access to the Irish
guns you currently don't have.

At the very least you can
increase your business

to your customers
outside of Sanwa.

It's a start.

SAMCRO's throwing me a
little homecoming bash tonight.

At our new adult
entertainment facility.

You talking about that
shitty porn warehouse on the docks?

When you say it like that,
kind of loses all its magic.

Why don't you join us.

Bring your family, your crew.

I'll invite Connor, you guys can
have an easy, informal chat.

No offense, but the last
time my family entered a

warehouse with the Irish and your
crew, no one came out alive.

Bohai came at us for
what the Irish did to you.

We had no idea that
retaliation was going down.

Well, my uncle didn't handle
things the way I would've.

Old world shit.

I understand your
concern about walking into a

trap, but my family's gonna be
there, friends, probably some kids.

Nothing's going down on our
end, except some Jack and beer.

Niners?

Apart from the Grim Bastards,
won't be any black to slam into.

Hey, you all come by.

If it feels right, you stay.

If not, we figure out
another place and time.

Your, uh, escorts gonna be
serving snacks?

Snacks, absolutely.

Think maybe I can
convince my guys to roll by.

I'll make it work.

Good.

We'll call you with a time.

Looks like
everyone's friendly.

Things are moving fast.

We're throwing me a little
party tonight at the studio.

I want it packed.

Porn stars, Diosa,
friends, croweaters.

And Gemma.

Aye, we'll make it happen.

Track down Connor,
need him there, too.

Jax, that was T.O. on the phone--
they found the Impala.

- An apartment on Cranston.
- That's Niner hood.

Yeah, it is, and he didn't
want to make a move until

you cleared it with Tyler first.

Don't worry
about the Niners.

- Tell T.O. we're on our way.
- Yeah.

You don't want to head home?

Bastards could
be useful tonight.

I might need T.O.
owing me a favor.

What's up, T.O.?

It's the corner unit.

Girlfriend came out
about ten minutes ago,

had a smoke and then went back inside.
Not sure who else is in there.

That's a brand-new Rover.

Little high end
for this address.

I don't like it.

Impala just sitting there.
No East Dub.

Flint would've given
DuLain a heads up.

OG could have a crew just waiting
for the door to kick open.

Maybe.

Anyone want to find out?

Why not?

Front room is empty.

Watch the front.

Oh, yes.

Yeah.

No, wait, wait.

- Oh, shit.
- We okay?

Yeah.

What the hell?

Hey, go back out front, make
sure no one heard the shots.

Yeah.

We got a problem.

He ain't East Dub.

More like Piedmont Grace.

Assistant pastor.

Check their IDs.

Jesus.

Oh, goddamn it.

White dude-- another
assistant pastor.

Oh, boy.

This here's Reverend Jonathan
Haddem, head pastor.

Piedmont Grace Center for God.

And apparently women's lingerie.

The OG that killed
my guys ain't here.

We got to
clean this mess up.

Bobby?

It's registered to the church.

That's a serious congregation.

Lot of dough.

All quiet in the projects.

Quinn?

Wait till it's dark, take West and
Montez, get the bodies out of there.

All right.

Hey, burn 'em at Skeeter's?

No. Too much exposure.
Chigger Woods.

- Keep them shallow and marked.
- Got it.

Sorry I led you guys to this.

Jax.

My table is shrinking, man.

Yeah.

Not sure how much longer
I can hold the charter.

We got to find this nigger
who killed my crew.

Maybe give us some juice.

I get it, bro.
It's all good.

We're gonna find your OG.

We're not gonna let you fold.

- Thanks.
- All right.

- Hey, I might need a favor tonight.
- Yeah, whatever you need.

All right.

All right, let's hit it.

I'm gonna help Jax launch it,
and if it works out, I'll run it.

In front of the camera?

No. Producer.

I'm tired of squats and waxing.

Hmm. Me, too.

I'm thinking of bronzing my clit,
turning it into a necklace.

You may want to hold off
on that jewelry project.

He misses you.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Mind if I sit?
- No.

Man, they really cleaned
up this old shit hole.

Talking about
the warehouse, right?

Yes.

- You see Jax?
- Yeah. We talked.

Good.

You know why I had to put
some distance here, right?

Yeah, I get it.

Street calls, you got
to handle your shit.

I don't answer
to the street anymore.

I'm just trying to help the
people that I care about...

not die in it.

How's that going?

I think we might be okay.

I love you, Gemma.

Yeah.

Me, too.

So, what happens now?

One day at a time?

I hate that shit.

Hey. It's me.

So, I spoke to Gemma.

You can stay for a few days
till you figure things out.

I'll go stay with her.

- Thank you.
- Okay.

And I, um, picked you up some fresh
fruit and some water and shit.

And some cleaning supplies
in case you get bored.

Okay. Thanks.

It's Unser. It's my ride.

Gemma thought I should leave you the car
in case you need to leave in a hurry.

- Okay.
- Okay?

I got to let him in.

I'm sorry.

- Hi.
- Hey.

Be ready in a minute. I
just got to pack a bag.

Okay. Take your time.

See you gave the place a
pretty good cleaning.

Yup. Got a little carried away.

Little bit.

Glad you talked to
Jax, worked it out.

Yeah, me, too.

A little surprised
Gemma's letting you stay there.

Well, it's just for a few days.

Give her a chance to catch up.

It'll be good to be
close to the boys.

You, uh, bringing
these groceries?

No.

Hey, can you grab my
coat out of the closet?

Yeah, sure.

Which one?

The long leather one.

- Here.
- All right, thanks.

- All set?
- Yup. Let's do it.

You have the leverage here, brother.

Look, you don't agree to
sell Lin the hardware till you

find out who his buyers are and
when they're hitting the street.

That's a request you'd
make of anyone.

Listen, just get us that intel.

After that, you're
not part of this.

Did you clear
all this with Marks?

August is in New York.
He'll be back in a few days.

We'll bring him up to speed.

It's a win-win.

I like my wins one at a time.

Are we doing this?

All right,
I'll talk to him.

You remember Connor Malone?

Yeah. Ryu Tom. He was
my uncle's number two.

Circumstances are a little less
daunting from the last time we met.

Wouldn't you say so?

Hopefully, a little
less bloody, too.

That's right.
No more blood.

Come on, let's sit down.

We'll get you some drinks.

Lyla? Get them some drinks?

Ah.

Get up.

How are we doing, son?

Need a refill?

No, I'm good.

This place is crawling
with free pussy and porn-hos

that are getting paid to fill
every orifice with Asian cock.

You're sitting here all by yourself,
doing that Shaolin monk thing.

Somebody's got
to be on the job.

Right.

No offense, but, uh,
you sound like a mom.

I am.

That's my son, guest of honor.

Got it.

Nice to meet you.

How about you?

No wife and kids?

Nah.

Didn't expect to be
alive this long.

Yeah.

Tell me about it.

Well, you enjoy yourself.

You, too.

Chibs.

I'm gonna need that favor.

Okay. What's going on?

Chinese guy at the
bar, yellow shirt.

I need you to follow
him when he leaves.

Take him down.

I need him alive.

What if he's got
somebody with him?

They'll just
see black hands.

Keeps us off Lin's radar.

We got masks and
everything you need in the van.

Bring him here.

I got to know
what this is about, Jax.

What do you need, baby?

Tell him.

The night Tara was killed,
I was, um, coming over

to Jax's house to pick up
some things for the boys.

When I got close, I, um...

I saw someone in a Mercedes
waiting in the driveway.

Then this guy, he runs by the side of
the house, coming out the back door.

Threw his jacket and some other shit
in the trunk and hopped in the car.

And I...

went real slow
when they passed by.

Got a real good look at that
guy that was in the house.

It was him.

I didn't know Tara was inside.

I left.

Went looking for the club.

Shit.

The Chinese killed Tara.

All right.

Jax, T.O. delivered.

Connor said
things went well.

Yeah.
We'll see how it goes.

Thanks for the hospitality.

Least I could do.

Hey.

Uh, uh, I'm sorry to...
barge in.

I'm looking for Gemma.

Oh, it's okay. Come on in.
She's not home yet.

- I got him.
- Yeah? Thanks.

Hey, Thomas.

It's coming.

Sorry about
the Wendy of it all.

Didn't see that shit coming.

I actually kind of believe her.

I don't think she's
trying to replace you.

Or me.

Probably be good for the boys,
having her around.

I trust her.

For now.

You're all set.

Good night, baby.

Good night, Mom.

You killed my wife.

I know. You're just a soldier.
Lin made the call.

But what you did to
her, how you did it...

I'm gonna make sure
you feel that.

It's okay, mama.

I'm here.

It's all gonna be fine.

Hey.

Hey. Stay with me.

We're almost finished.

We're almost finished.