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What?

Stahl's been locked
in a room with the F.B.l.
two hours now.

No idea what's goin' on.

What about Weston?

Still waitin' to hear
from the D.A.

Sorry.

You should go on
back to the clubhouse.
They're gonna need you there.

All right.

You come home to me.

Sack, stay with
my mom and Tara.
Absolutely.

Thanks, bro.

All right?
Yeah.

Our two-fingered witness,
Chuck Marstein, is a felon.

History of fraud.

Unreliable witness.
Weston walks.

l am not handing
this guy over to Clay.

Well-

Chief, I need
to talk to you.

Uh, talk to my deputy.
He's in charge.

Right this way.

What the hell happened
in there?

The F.B.l.
is cutting Zobelle loose.

Jesus Christ!

Ηe had a key of heroin,
copped to trafficking.

Τhis is bullshit.
Welcome to my life, Wayne.

Ηey- Ηey, hey.
Please. Please.

Zobelle is not just
dealing guns and dope.

That scumbag...

had Gemma Τeller beaten...

and gang-raped.

Jesus Christ.

I need something
to tell the club,

to tell Gemma.

This guy
just skates away.

Ethan Zobelle...
is an F.B.I. informant.

A rat?
Mm-hmm.

For three years now.

Ηe can tie the dirty deeds
of his organization
to the rich and mighty-

judges, clergymen,
a few senators-

as well as naming
the Aryan shot callers.

He's a gold mine,
and he knows it.

He keeps churning a profit
while the feds fatten
their case.

No wonder this guy
struts around
like King Farouk.

Ηe's untouchable.

And the wheels ofjustice
keep turning, don't they?

Comfortable?

What?

Bad news
for law enforcement.

Weston and Zobelle
are both walkin'.

How?

Chucky's testimony
don't hold up,

and Zobelle has been workin'
for the F.B.l. all along.

A rat?

Trading senators
and A.B. shot callers.

Τhanks.

Get to Otto.
Ηave him send word
up the ranks.

Gets us protected
inside again.

Stops any Aryan backlash
once we drop Weston.

Ηey! Weston's mine.

l know. Jax.

Right. I need you
to stay with him
back at the house.

Okay. Got it.

My guys will escort you...

wherever you need to go.

Τhat won't be necessary.

Holy shit.

- Alvarez.
- Brown's protecting their investment, huh?

There's not gonna be
another battle in Charming.

Too late.
War's already started.

Not gonna wash your hands?

Ain't you wondering why
your boss was locked up,

why he ain't now?

Ηe's not my boss...
or my concern.

I'd probably feel
the same way...

if l found out
I was workin' for a rat.

The guy in the suit
that walked them out of here?

He's not a lawyer.

F.B.I. handler.

lnformant?

Three years.

We can't touch him.

Why are you
telling me this?

The hate you got
in your heart for color?

Multiply it by 1 0,

point it at yourself,
Zobelle,

and hang my name on it.

l hope you rip each other
to shreds.

We were just, uh,
saying our good-byes.

Eyewitness
was unreliable.

D.A. is not
pursuing charges.
You're free to go.

l can't prove what you did
to Gemma Teller,

and handing you
over to Clay would be
a satisfying consolation.

FortunateIy for you,

l'm a cop
actually bound
by the law.

You stay local,
SAMCRO will kill you.

l can't leave
without my boys.

Maybe l can
arrange a visit.

How are you gettin' by?

Ten percent vision.

lt's, uh, lightened
the work detail.

Resigned to, uh,
books on tape.

lt's time
for retribution, bro.

We got some intel
the Aryan shot callers
are gonna want to know.

Okay.

Come on. You can
eat that in the car.
What? I wanna see.

Who was that?
Weston.

Ηe knows you're working
with the F.B.I.

Said you're a dead man.

What do we do, Dad?

Adjust and adapt,
like we always do.

When l became... obliged
to the F.B.l.,

it was inevitable that
my shift in alliances...

would be exposed.

We were prepared.
Witness Protection?

No. Wit Pro is a fantasy.
It was never an option.

We'll go home.

We'Il regroup.

God will lead us
to the next right place.

Home?

Budapest?
We'll be safe
and comfortable there.

l'll have a chance
to rebuild.

lt won't take long
for this news to get out
on the streets.

When it does,
our Mexican cohorts
will not be compelled...

to-
give us assistance.

We shouId leave now.

l will charter a jet
out of Sacramento.

Today?

Well, we have no choice.

I have to go back
to the house.
Why?

Pack.
All my stuff is here.

l just can't leave.

You're going to see him.

l have to.

You are smarter than that.

Daddy, I have done everything
you've asked me to.
Everything!

l believe in you.

l love you.

But l need to do this.

l'll be back in an hour.

So, where we at?

l cleared out Floyd
and everyone else
in the potential line of fire.

Look.

Ηelping SAMCRO,
it's about Gemma.
I get it.

But if these guys
open up on Main Street?

l gotta call
the sheriff.
Whoa, whoa.

Τhis is Charming business.

Ηey, look at this.

lf this goes south,
we can't contain it.

All right?
Τhis is the goddamn
Wild West!

You put me in charge.
I'm calling.

Downloaded Otto.

Weston out yet?
Yeah.

Ηale got Eglee
to give him an escort
out of town.

Makin' a stop
to see his kids first.

Sanwa C.F.S.

l'll catch him
at Family Services.

Ηey. No harm
to my officer.
Yeah.

Let's go, brother.

Ηey. And me.

l'll handle the rest.

Ηey. Stop right there.
That's far enough.

Just want
a discussion, man.

Ηe's clean.

Don't know what
the drama's alI about, ese.
Just buying a few cigars.

Our truce? Null and void.

You need to buy cigars
someplace else.

l'm not staying long.

Just showing a new friend
out of town.
Your new friend?

Ηe hurt my cIub,

and my town,
and my family.

You got no idea who you
crawled into bed with.

Send your crew home, Clay.

Let me do
what I gotta do.

Or l'll call in
another charter.

We can turn Main Street
into Día de los Muertos.

Why didn't you tell him
Zobelle's a rat?

'Cause he'd kill him,

and that's mine.

lntellect throws each man
back upon himself...

into a solitude
from which he looks out
with absolutely strange eyes...

on society.

And if the spectacle
touches him,

if it rouses interest
and compassion,

his feeling will be
for those tender ones
of the great human flock...

when the shepherds shear,
and starve, and sell,

but do not feed.

lmperfect education
makes the rank and file
of revolutionists;

but from time to time
a leader steps down to them...

out of the highest circles-

a Mirabeau, a Rochefort,

a Prince Krapotkine.

The desire of
the sons of anarchy
is, indeed,

to dispense with leaders;

for since all men
in the formula are equaI,

it is unreasonable
that one should lead
rather than another.

This... is from me.

You've reached
the end of side one.

Please turn over the tape.

Here we go.

What the hell is he
doing with his kid?

Shit. He's taking
the kid with him.

Call Unser. Find out
what's going on.

- Your cell's ringing.
- Get out here.

Hey, come on!

Yeah, yeah. l'm comin'.

Go.

Hello?

Eddie, it's Da.
Da, where the hell-

Just listen, boy.

Picked up a tail.
Gotta be feds.
Probably on you too.

Meet at the place.
We'll talk safe.
One hour.

No trace.

Wants to meet
at the wharf.

Let's go. Move.

lt's time.

Let's make the Mexicans
feel welcome.

You and the Nomads,
keep an eye on things.

Rest of us, clubhouse.
Call you when they
get restless.

Would be a good time
to take our ride.

We have to wait
for Polly.

Hey, l'm all about family, man,
but Clay ain't the kind of guy
that rolls over.

May not get
this window again.

We wait.

Yeah.

Okay. Cool.

So they gave Weston...

a supervised visit
with his kid,

Unser's cop as chaperone.

And he took him
for ink.

Perfect.

Guess little Cliffy
couldn't go.

Ηe's in a psych evaI.

Go figure.

Weston, two inkers,
two customers,
the kid and the cop.

Freddy a friend?
Think so.

We gotta get Weston
away from his kid.

Yeah.
Make the call.

Can you get that, baby?

This is Freddy.

lt's Opie, Sam Crow.

Need a favor.

The guy on your table?
CIub wants him.

He raped
a member's mother.

Need to get him clear
of the kid and the cop.

ln five minutes,
give him a reason
to go to the bathroom.

Think you can do that,
Freddy?

l got no problem
with that.

Club will
owe you one.

Come on. Let's go.

Good?

Shit!

Come on!
Sorry, man.

We're okay.
You should go rinse
that off though.

Ηey, Duke.
You gotta piss?

Shit.

Jesus.

lt's okay, Dukie.

Get rid of him.

Ηead back, Dukie.
l gotta talk
to these guys.

Say nothing,
no matter what happens.

You understand?

You don't ever talk
to the cops.

l love you.

He never sees this.

Da. A.T.F. has me.

Go.

Said they were gonna
tell Jimmy l was a rat.
I didn't help!

Now, listen to me, boy.
Gotta convince Jimmy you'd
do anything for the cause.

Yeah, okay!
What do I do?

Kill that A.Τ.F. bitch.
Don't care how you do it.

Just get it done.
How do I-
She's a fed.

This is the call, boy.

This is you being a man.

Figure it out. Do it.

Let me know
when it's done.

Hey, hey!

Very, very sneaky, Eddie.

Very sneaky and very stupid.
It's the only way I could
get him to come in.

Told him the safe house
was clear.

Gonna meet me there,
one hour.

Good boy.
Hey, whoa, whoa-

My da's smart.

Ηe's got scanners,
detectors.

Ηe sees anyone,
hears anything,
he'll know it's a trap.

Yeah, well, l can't exactly
trust you alone, now, can I?

Τhen just you.

No one else.

Okay. Come on.

lt's done.

l'm so proud of you.

Me too.

Where are we at?

Puerto Ricans
watching Zobelle.

Where's my mom?

Ηer and, uh, Tara
are getting supplies.

Sack's with them.

You're a good son.

- Sons.
- Sons.

Sons.

Give me those.

I'm driving.
Okay.

That blonde.

She's the one you chased.

Who is she, Gemma?

Zobelle's daughter.

She's the one
who told me her baby
was choking.

Hit me over the head.

Where are we going?

Forward, sweetheart.

You take milk?

l think I might be sick.

Go.

What are you gonna
do with that?

Box you put me in,

give me no choice.

Shh, shh, shh.
Put the gun down.

Wha- Oh!

Jesus! What the-

Blanks. We knew
the gun was there.

Knew that the cell phone
was at the wharf.

We've been
one step ahead, Eddie.

And now...

l'm gonna send Daddy
a text...

from your phone...

telling him
that I am dead...

and that it's safe...

to come around
and pick you up.

Why'd you let me
take it this far?

You could've just told me,
sent the text.

l was curious.
Wanted to see if you
had the balls.

But you didn't.

l guess Da raised
a little Irish pussy.

Oh!

Shit.

Stahl, we heard shots
over the wire.

Give us a status update.
Over.

Those were the blanks.

l guess old Edmond here
had the nerve after all.

l sent a message
to Cameron,

so keep the streets clear...

and disengage the wire,
go radio silence.

l don't want a scanner
or a $20 R.F. detector...

taking this operation.

- We gotta go... now.
- She'll be back soon.

I got guys out there
with outstanding warrants.

Those sheriffs start running
plates, you're gonna lose
half your escort.

What are we
doing here, Gemma?

That rape would've
destroyed most women,

but it made you stronger,

wiser, compassionate.

And whatever it is
you think you have to do,
you're past it.

My son, my husband,
their brothers-

They're out there risking
their lives, their freedom,

for me.

This is how I do my part.

God's put her in my path
so I can fix that part of me...

that they ripped open.

l'm supposed to do this.

Jesus.

Do you even hear
what you're saying?
Get my grandson home safe.

Love you, Τara.

l'm glad you're
with my boy.

Gemma,
please don't do this.
It'll be okay.

l'll be okay.

Hey.

Where's she going?

Stay here. She may need
to get out fast.

Aw, shit.

Edmond?

Eddie?

lt's me.

Edmond, are you here?

Where are you?

Eddie?

Oh, God.

Put down the gun.

You're the one
that killed him.

Turn around.

Turn around!

Bloody day
for both of us.

Push the gun on the floor.

Was she involved
in the rape?

l'm sorry that
that happened to you.

And now what happens?

Go.

I'll give you some time
to slip away.

Why would you do that?

At least see your family
before we pick you up.

But head out the back,
avoid my guys in the front.

l'm giving you a chance.
Go.

Hey.

What are you doing?

You need to
put down the gun.

Huh.

Goddamn.

You are a smart bitch.

Clock's tickin', darlin'.

This is Stahl.
Status update.

Cameron Ηayes
never showed.

The girlfriend,
Polly Zobelle, did.

l told Edmond
to get rid of her,

but before he could,

Clay Morrow's old lady
followed her in, armed.

She sucker punched me,
took my gun,

shot the girl in the chest.

Edmond panicked,
ran for the door.

Gemma shot him in the back
with my weapon.

He's dead.

She took off.

I couldn't stop her.

Oh, Mother Mary.

Shit!

Eddie.

Oh, shit! My boy!

Oh, shit.

No sign of any
suspects in the yard.

Hey, we're going,
with or without you.
I'm ready.

Can you pIease...

leave one of your men here
in case Polly shows up?

Yeah.

Okay.

lt's, uh, ready
and waiting.

- Yeah.
- Wayne.

l need a little help.

What's the matter,
darlin'?

Where are you?

l'm on the lam.

We've got company.

Yee-hah!

Shit!

Alvarez! Take off,
or we finish this!

Let's go. Let's go!

Go get King Whitey.

Okay, kids.
Grab a snack.

I think l'm gonna get
some ice cream.

Yep, that's his car.

Check it out.
All right.

Hey, kids.
Guys-
Guys, come here.

Oh, yeah. He's in there.
Ηe's surrounded with
a busload of kids.

Probably calling for backup.
Maybe the sheriff's.

- Who gives a shit?
- Those kids clear,
we kill him.

Yeah.

Jax?

lt's just me.

Where's Gemma?
I don't know.

Feds raided the house.
I had to leave.

Oh, shit!

You better call Jax.

Hey.

Uh, l didn't want to
bother you with this.
What's the matter?

lt's Gemma. She followed
Zobelle's daughter and-

Tara?

Τara!

What?

Tara!

- What?
- Something's wrong.
I gotta go.

- l'm with you, brother.
- Yeah. Me too.

Τhe weapon.

What are you doing?

What do you want?

Gemma kilIed my Eddie.

Figured maybe...

l'd kill an old lady,
even the score.

Don't get brave, boyo.

Sit.

Sit!

There we are.

Son for a son.

Seems about right.

- No!
- Don't!

Please. No!

Wait.

No! Oh, please!

Oh!

Oh, my-
Oh!

Please.

No!

Line one, Chief.

- Yeah?
- Clay and his men attacked me.

l am trapped. Deli Mart,
Tyler Creek and Stallion.

Bad day for the Zobelles
to leave Charming.

Feds found your daughter
shot to death...

in some shit hole in Galt.

l'll get the sheriffs
right out there.

You want the Sanwa sheriff?
Nah.

Τhat's it.
Kids are finishing up.

Convince the locals
to buy their snacks
someplace else.

Tell the deli clerk
to take a break.
Done.

Oh! Oh!

My baby. Τara!
Shit.

Oh, Jesus Christ!

Oh, baby.

- Are you okay?
- He took Abel.

What?

- Who took him?
- That Irishman I patched up. Oh!

Cameron.

- Hey, come on, you guys.
- Get on the bus.

Everything all right?

l need you.

We gotta go.
What? What are
you talking about?

Zobelle's unprotected.
Irish took my grandson.

Son of a bitch!

ls it just you then
this afternoon?
Yes.

My, uh, daughter
will not be joining me.

Oh, l'm sorry.

Well-

We... adjust...

and adapt, yes?

Local police struck out.
lt looks like Gemma's
in the wind.

Any idea where
we're headed?

No.

He took my son!