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Are you picking us up from school, Gramps? I don't know. We'll see.

I love you. See you, sweetheart.

You take care of your sister, kid. Do you hear me?

Okay, Gramps.

Okay! Hey, hey, hey!

Ηey! Τell him to stop! Stop!

Yeah, way to go. Real funny.

Blow off my one last nut. Great sponsor.

The Russian pipeline's dried up.

Ηooked up with a source out of Jabalia.

Run 'em through Dungloe.

- How do these break down to ship? - They don't.

- Come assembled. - That's not our business.

l know.

Where you goin' with this, Cam?

Τrue l.R.A.'s pickin' up momentum. North country's gettin' hot.

Need to step up the cash flow. Keep the anger focused.

You want the Sons to run 'em?

Northern Cali. Oregon. Washington. I don't know if you heard,

but we got out of the errand business some time back.

We buy wholesale. We assemble. We sell retail.

End of story. Yeah.

Come on, Clay.

We both know you've still got an A.T.F. target on your back.

You really think it's safe filling this new space with illegal gun parts?

- What's your deal? - We selI, ship, store.

You load your saddlebags, deliver.

Charter to charter. Give you 20%.

We get 60% , we assemble our own.

We carry all the risk and overhead.

My son'll be your point guy in Cali.

This is a win-win, Clay.

We'll let you talk it through.

Come on, Eddie.

That's bullshit. Τhey've still got access to the Russian surplus.

Τhey'll just try to stonewall us so we'll play along.

The mick pricks.

Ηe's right about the feds.

Doesn't matter what dummy corp we use, or how far off the grid we are.

lf A.Τ.F. puts a tail on any one of us,

we're gonna lead 'em right back here.

What do you think, V.P.?

- Go get the lrish. - Yeah.

You get us the Russian guns we need to keep our Oakland business intact.

We use your facility to store and assemble.

Then we'll run your hardware up the coast.

But M.C. Pony Express is gonna cost you 30%.

Twenty-five.

Twenty-eight- And the Russian stock.

Okay.

lt's a temporary fix, boys.

Keeps us in the gun business till the heat wears off.

l mean, we're runnin' out of road here.

Call a vote, Prez.

All in favor.

DeaI.

Release papers.

Your lawyer has already been through them.

Read them, initial the boxes, sign them,

and we'll have you home by the end of the day.

Rosen told me my case was thrown out three weeks ago.

You mind telling me why l'm just gettin' cut loose now?

The witness went missing.

State attorney dismissed the case,

but we can detain for up to 30 days...

in the hopes that the case gets reinstated.

lt didn't.

Τhat's it, huh?

Your pretty face gets smashed in.

You spend months, how many thousands of dollars trying to crush us.

What for, bitch?

What'd you get?

Peace of mind.

Now that we're keepin' the Oakland business,

who the hell are we gonna sell guns to?

Niners? Mayans? Who?

Opie back yet?

- Today. - All right. Let's sit down and figure out the move.

Yeah. We should do that.

Cap.

Opie's gonna want payback for Donna's death, right?

Jax and Piney both know it wasn't the Niners.

Any ideas where the hell we're gonna land with this?

Give Τrammel a call.

- We're gonna need some police intel. - I can do that.

Must be very frustrating, Mr. Hale.

Every surrounding town from Stockton to Lodi...

has grown nearly 70% in the last two decades.

Except Charming. SAMCRO has sabotaged...

every major development effort that's come through Charming.

Coercion and violence.

Easy to do when the local cop's in your pocket.

Kid brother'll be chief in two months. Things are gonna change.

My family built this town.

My great-great grandfather, his brothers.

Before my old man dies, the Ηales are gonna give it back to the folks who live here.

And that salvation nets you a tidy real estate profit.

- Progress has its rewards. - Hi. Over in the corner.

I'm sure we can find a way to help each other.

David, glad you could join us. Like you to meet Ethan Zobelle.

A.J. Weston.

- Can I get you anything, David? - Uh, just some coffee, Anna.

You got it.

So what's this about, Jake? I reached out to your family-

Asked for an introduction.

Ethan owns cigar shops. Stockton, Alameda, Millbrae.

Planning on opening a shop here in Charming?

l have my eye on a storefront.

We'll need to know we've got the right support before we commit to Charming.

Support? To protect our investment.

We're aware of your outlaw problem.

Your brother has brought me up to speed on your struggle.

l'm guessing this isn't about cigars.

Ethan shares a common interest.

The Sons of Anarchy have been supplying weapons to gang members...

for over a decade.

lt's time it stopped.

League of American Nationalists.

Τhe League represents an influential group of businessmen...

who are tired of criminals undermining local enterprise. Right.

And how many black and Latino businessmen in your influential group?

None.

l know who you are. White hate.

Quite the opposite,

Deputy Chief.

We are separatists, not supremacists.

We are God-fearing patriots,

and in a time when black radicals...

are in power in this country,

we are desperately trying to remind our citizens of their founding beliefs.

That all white men are created equal.

What the hell do you want from me? Call us what you want.

We have the same goal- Stop scumbags from arming scumbags.

We just want you to know...

we are at your disposal if you need us.

Come on, David.

l'm sorry. His, uh, self-righteousness gets the best of him.

Ahh! l admire his frankness.

Davy!

Do you know what those guys do?

Since when do you smoke up with neo-Nazis?

l know who they are. I'm not an idiot.

Charming is our town, Davy.

Dad tried for years to get it back from SAMCRO. He couIdn't, but you and me- We can.

l'm not gonna swap one outlaw for another one.

The League's got no interest in Charming. For them it's all about race.

And that makes it okay? Grow up, little brother.

lt's good to see you, brother.

Yeah.

How was the walkabout?

l'm doin' okay.

What's this? Holy shit.

Panhead E.G. Sixty-three?

Sixty-five. Where'd you find it?

C.Η.P. pulled me over outside of Ukiah.

l started bullshitting with him and he turned me on to this used-parts guy.

Electra Glide was just... rotting behind some garage.

lt's all there. Stock.

Τhat'll keep you busy. That's the plan.

l missed you, bro.

How's everybody doin'? You know. Gettin' it done.

We made a new deal with the Irish.

Gonna run handguns up the coast till the A.T.F. heat dies down.

What does that do to business?

We keep supplyin' Oakland.

We need to figure out who that supply goes to.

Retaliation? Yeah.

We're sittin' down to figure it out.

Waited until you got back.

- Hey, Jax. - Hey, Mary.

Ηe's too skinny, right?

We'll beef him up.

Kids'll be so glad to see you. I got some things to take care of.

You mind pickin' 'em up from school, Ma? It can wait, man.

No. I- I'll see the kids later, Ma.

See you at the clubhouse.

Ope loves his kids.

We all just gotta give him a minute.

Take care of him, Jax.

Yeah.

- Ηe's perfect. - The echoes?

Clean. C.B.C.'s, C.M.P.'s are all normal.

His weight needs to come up a little, but other than that-

Ηe's still real fussy with the feedings.

Could be the lactose. We- We can try soy-base.

l don't wanna turn him into a little vegan pussy.

Ηe can drink it in his wife-beater Onesie. Oh.

Dr. Funny.

How's his sleep apnea?

You're there pretty much every night. Times I'm there,

he is sleeping fine. Good.

Ηeard Ope's back. Yeah.

You seen him?

He's doin' okay. That's why I'm here.

Look, this guy's been through enough.

Yeah. Mm-hmm.

So whoever was responsible for killing Donna,

you and me can't prove it.

The suspicions we have don't help Ope.

Well, if he asks me, I'm not gonna lie to him...

just because I can't prove it was Clay. Run it through, man.

What does it get anybody?

Turns Opie inside out.

He loses the only family he's got left.

Puts Clay on the attack.

He shits in Unser's ear, it's gonna blow back on you.

All right. I'll protect Ope.

l'll keep my suspicions to myself.

You've gotta do something for me.

Unser is in bad shape. This guy should not be on the job.

Ηe's got another two months on his extension.

After that, you gotta let him step down.

l'll do what I can to make that happen.

Wayne?

Gemma.

The little guy's doin' okay? Yeah.

Gotta beef him up a little.

How about you?

Right as rain.

This is just a follow up.

Where you at with it?

The B.C.G.'s are keepin' it contained in my bladder.

Guess that's good.

Yeah.

You waitin' on Della?

She ain't a fan of hospitals.

Ηale's pickin' me up.

We'll wait with ya.

I'm glad he's doin' good. Mmm.

l think Jax is gonna make a real good daddy.

I'll make sure of that.

No doubt.

lt's for my heart condition.

MiracIe drug.

Hey, jefe.

Τalked over your offer with my guys.

Talked over? It's a no-brainer.

See, I'm a little fuzzy about your end in this.

And what exactly goes into the League's pocket?

You think this is about money for us?

You got kids, Darby?

No. I just pulled my six-year-old out of T-ball...

'cause I found out they're giving trophies to every boy on every team...

for simply playing the game.

Τrophies should be earned.

Teaching children that everyone's equal is a dangerous philosophy.

But maybe you've lost sight of that.

Business is down 30%. l can't afford the white guys.

Never put money before race.

Τhis is 5,000. lt should get you operational inside Charming.

And when Clay finds out that l'm dealing crank and pussy in his backyard?

There's a phone number inside the envelope.

Call it and tell our Aryan brothers how much manpower you need.

And if l were you, I'd button your shirt.

l got nothin' to hide.

lt's not about hiding.

You haven't earned it.

l talked to Ηale. He understands.

Yeah, right.

Hey. Keepin' this between us-

lt's the best thing, for now.

You hear what l'm sayin', Piney?

Clay tried to kill my son.

Slaughtered his wife by mistake.

l'm depending on you to make that right, kid.

Look, you gotta trust me, Piney.

Me fixin' things doesn't happen quick or easy.

Right now, it's about protecting Ope.

Yeah. We'll see.

I haven't been able to say this yet on a club level.

We're all broken up about what happened to Donna.

She was... a great girI.

I know how much you loved her.

She sure Ioved you.

- l'm sorry. - Thanks.

Yeah. Now we gotta deal with the underbelly of this.

Those bullets that killed her-

They were meant for you.

We gotta settle that.

Had to be the Niners.

Unser said it was a gangsta S.U.V., black guy driving.

No one saw who was driving, Ope. No one.

We're pretty sure the guy was not black.

He was brown. Right.

Mayans? How do you know?

Jax and Piney talked with Laroy,

so we know it wasn't the Niners.

Τhat's right.

As far as Laroy's concerned, the, uh,

Niners and the S.O.A. are good.

- And you believed him? - Yeah.

We did.

l know the truth when l hear it.

It's gotta be Alvarez.

Ηe thinks we set him up, we took his money...

and then we left him behind to get shredded by the Niners.

l had Τrammel look into it.

Black Range Rover got jacked...

outside a bar in Alameda that same night.

Τurns up two days later...

few miles down the road from the Mayan clubhouse in Hayward.

MAC-1 0 casings on the floor.

- Same kinda gun killed Donna. - There was prints on the dash.

Before the end of the day, we are gonna know who was driving.

l, uh, convinced Τrammel to let us handle the arrest.

l'm the one who kills him.

Agreed.

- You, Τig and Chibs. - And me.

Yeah, l want Jax.

All right.

Looks like Τrammel earned his pay.

You got something you need to say?

We both know this is bullshit.

The only reason I don't set fire to it...

is 'cause I love Ope.

And the truth would kill him.

We all love Ope. He needs this.

And we're gonna give it to him.

Whoever you put this murder on,

just make sure they deserve to die.

'Cause the guy that killed Donna...

is out there sharing a beer with her husband.

You better be real careful how you navigate around this one.

Or what? You gonna put a bullet in the back of my head too?

That's him. Restocking his dealers.

Elian Perez.

Out of Corcoran three months ago- manslaughter.

A Chinese menu of drug and assault charges.

How do we want to do this?

Τoo many eyes here. He's on the move.

Τhis block's dead. Yeah.

Take the wheel.

Here we go.

Yo. PulI up on his Ieft.

Around the back!

Slam that bastard!

Go! Get out! Drive!

Yo, man.

Get up. Give him to me.

Give him to me. What the hell, man?

Come here. Move it.

Move it! Move it!

Planning a trip?

I'm just seein' what charters we're gonna need to make this thing work with the Irish.

lf it involves you and a map, we're screwed.

You sayin' I got no sense of direction?

l'm sayin' you need a G.P.S. to get from the driveway to the front door.

Ahh! You know I'd be lost without you, baby.

Got that right.

Ηow'd it go with Opie? Oh, good.

We determined it was a Mayan problem.

We're takin' care of it.

Jax? He's on board. Just like l told you.

ls that what you told me?

Mm-hmm. Mmm.

Mm-hmm.

l hired Neeta to help with him.

Neeta? Oh, Jesus.

There goes my under-aged nanny fantasy.

Actually,

it's time for your 2:00 feeding.

Oh. Oh!

Tell me you did it.

What?

Tell me you killed my wife.

l don't know what the heIl you're talkin' about, man.

Τell me you pulled up behind her...

and unloaded an entire clip into the back of her head.

No! l didn't kill your wife, man.

You got the wrong guy, homes. Ope!

Go with 'em. Go on.

This wasn't the Mayans, man.

Not our shit. l swear.

We got no beef with Sam Crow.

What the hell you doin', man? I'm not leaving here with any doubt.

The longer this takes, the greater the risk.

Ope, just do the guy,

and let's get the hell out of here.

You guys can go.

l gotta do this my way.

Listen to me. If it was Tara with her head blown off,

you'd be ripping off that guy's fingers, one by one.

l gotta know, Jax.

Okay.

What the hell are you doing, man? Shut up.

Let me- Aah. What's going on, man?

I won't say anything. I won't.

Tig!

Guy broke loose, reached for my gun.

l had to blow him up, man. I'm sorry, Ope.

No doubt, bro.

This guy kiIled Donna.

Jesus Christ.

- So Alvarez knows who and why. - Get rid of those guns.

You guys take the van. Head back. I'll dump the body.

You're dropping him on Mayan turf. You can't do it on your own, Jackie boy.

You guys need to be there when the feds drop off Bobby.

l got this.

Ope?

lt's done.

Jesus Christ.

- Hey. - Hey, baby.

How's the kid? That is one tough little man.

Lab work is all good. Heart and tummy looking strong.

- That's great. - You okay?

Yeah, l'm just in the middle of it.

Uh, am I gonna see you later? I don't know.

l gotta drop something in Hayward, and then we got Bobby's party.

Gemma said she'd stay with the kid.

I'll come by. Relieve her. Okay, that'd be good.

Love you.

l love you too.

l'm so sorry. l, uh- I was just putting this here.

- Either join in or get out, sparky. - Okay.

- You didn't really mean that you want me to- - Get out!

Shit.

Aw, kids, huh?

l'm sorry, my love. Mmm.

l meant what I said, you know.

l would be lost without you.

l'm right here, baby.

Ahh.

Τhat's my good boy.

We good? Yeah.

Τhings got a little complicated.

- l wanna know? - No worries.

Jax cIeaned it up.

Τhink this moves him past it?

Opie? I don't know, man.

Ηe's working some shit out.

You should go home.

See your kids.

You know, l don't give a shit how bad you feel.

You need to pull your sad little head out of your ass and go be a father.

l'm tired of carrying your damn water, boy.

lt ain't your fault, and it sure as hell ain't theirs.

Love you too, Pop.

What the hell is this?

Garage is closed.

We're not here for, uh, car repairs.

I understand you're a Camacho fan.

Who are you?

Just dropping by to give you a little friendly advice.

And what advice would that be?

We feel it would be best for all concerned...

if you stopped dealing arms to the One-Niners and the Mayans.

l don't even know what you're talking about.

We're just mechanics and Harley lovers.

Τhat's one of Darby's guys back there.

Mr. Darby is one of our supporters.

Mmm.

Expensive car.

Hell of a suit. All your teeth.

Must be the top of the Aryan food chain, huh?

What you do for a living is between you and your maker.

l'm not here to adjust your moral compass.

This is just a reality check.

You're a criminal, and you're done selling guns to color.

Are you gonna shoot me, Mr. Trager?

With all these witnesses?

Look, uh,

l don't know what Darby told ya...

and, uh, I don't know what your angle is,

but...

let me be real clear.

Nobody threatens Sam Crow.

And nobody tells us what we can and can't do.

Black, brown...

or white.

So why don't you just...

climb back into your little German clown car,

and drive back to Nazi town?

'Cause the next time you piss all over my shoes,

it will kill you.

And I don't give a shit how many witnesses there are.

My shop opens in a few weeks.

Until then-

Enjoy.

Sorry, ma'am.

- l wanna know everything. - You got it.

Good work.

Who the hell's that?

Aw, friend of Darby's.

Nothin' to worry about.

Yo!

Prep a burger!

He's gonna be- He's gonna be hungry.

Thanks for givin' him a lift. What do I owe you?

No charge.

Enjoy the party. Hey, you wanna stick around for a while?

l'm sure you could do some major damage to a stripper pole.

You have no idea.

Bobby!

Welcome back.

- Jax? - It's me.

- l told Jax I'd come by. - You didn't need to do that.

l wanted to.

Come on. Τhere we go.

That's a good boy.

There we go.

You on the pill?

Just wondering.

You got that Iook.

The aching, empty-womb look?

Something Iike that.

You think I'm using Jax to get knocked up?

No. Jesus, l hope not.

You gonna trap someone, make sure they've got money.

Where are you on this, Gemma?

Me and Jax.

You care what l think? Jax cares.

You really want my advice?

Τotal disclosure.

What do you mean? It's the only way it works with you and him.

You're too smart.

Too- Τoo neurotic to live in the vague.

He needs to tell you everything.

No truth, no pussy. You draw the line.

l'm... not sure I wanna know.

Then this'll never last.

Did John Teller tell you everything?

You Iove the man.

You learn to love the club.

If you can do that,

there's no truth you can't handle.

Good night.

Glad you're back, bro! Yeah, me too.

Shit. Me too.

Got a lot to catch up on.

Yeah.

l should let you get back to your dinner.

Help, please! Oh, God, help me, please!

My baby swallowed something. Ηe's choking. Please help me.

All right.

- What did he swallow? - A- A bottle cap or something.

- Hi. - What happened to the party?

Saw Bobby.

Didn't feel like staying.

What's the matter?

l'm just tired.

l'm gonna take a shower.

You know why l run away from shit all the time?

'Cause l don't trust anyone.

lf I'm gonna stay, I need to know the truth.

l tell you the truth.

Not just what you think I can handle.

l need all of it.

lt's the only way l'll know if l can do this.

l helped Opie kill a man today.

Retaliation for Donna.

Shot him in the head.

l'm goin' to bed.

What do you want?

Do you know who I am? You know what I can do to you?

Τake off the mask, you goddamn filthy piece of shit!

No!

No! No!

No!

Bobby's passed out.

Facedown in Red Bush Mountain.

Good to have him back.

Yeah.

We're gonna come out the other side of this.

Yeah, we are.

Shit always works out.

l'm sorry, ma'am. We're almost done.

Please. Please.

We need you to pass on a message to your old man.

Τell him to stop selling guns to niggers and wetbacks,

or we find you and we do this again.