Previously on Sons of Anarchy...
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You thinking about coming back to Charming?
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Get down.
Calaveras are a Mayan puppet club.
What the hell are they doing, proxying a retaliation?
What if the attack was initiation?
Why are you doing Mayan bitch work, ese?
I don't recognize your bullshit MC.
Salazar and 2CL jumped me in Chicken Man's van, took my cut.
You tell Clay my bullshit MC's got some reach, huh?
This town needs Charming PD.
Yes, it does.
Could you connect me to Agent Stahl?
I got a line on a fugitive.
It's Maureen Ashby.
Cammy Hayes took your grandson.
What?
Abel's in Belfast.
What the hell is he doing here?
I'm handling it. Please go back to bed.
I'll handle it for Jimmy O'Phelon.
What do you want?
My son, my mother and my club.
MC's got a bail hearing tomorrow.
You need to slow that down.
And I'm supposed to just trust you, huh?
Hey, my club finds out, I'm dead.
And what makes you think that I would actually believe
that the prince will turn rat?
Luke Moran. Jimmy's number 2.
Yeah, thanks.
Yeah.
The ten grand we sent Serg's guy in Vancouver?
It's gone.
Guess mercenaries aren't real big on refunds.
And the money we made on the roids was in the bag the
Mexicans took from idiot.
We're tapped.
We have a very expensive excursion in front of us.
What about the other drugs?
No street value.
Black market scrips.
We need a way into the clinics.
When we blow off that bail hearing this afternoon, we're underground.
It's gonna be a little hard to earn.
You think maybe Tara can help us move those scrips?
That's not gonna happen.
I don't see any other way, Jax.
I said no.
- She's your old lady... - I don't care!
Hey, where we at with the Mayans?
Based on that delivery schedule, that dope shipment's
set to leave for Stockton today at 1:00.
Now, that route from Lodi to Stockton is all main roads and highways.
No place off the grid to take it down.
Then let's get creative.
They're trying to stay under the radar, right?
Means there won't be too many bodies.
What time is the meet set with Alvarez?
3:00.
I left word for him at his warehouse. Hopefully he'll show.
CLAY:. We snatch up his heroin, he'll show.
We got a vote to get out.
Hey, what's up, Chibby?
Got my transfer letter.
Oh, good.
All right, we got the prospects and Happy inside. Let's get it done.
Hey, give me a minute?
- Look, man, I know... I know... - What? What do you know?
I'm not expecting you to be okay with this.
Good.
I can be an asset to the charter.
All right?
I'm just asking you to give me a chance..
We're done?
Yeah.
Yea.
Yup.
Bring 'em in.
Come on.
Well, boys... The easy part is... over.
- I get it, man... - Shut up!
You don't say anything unless a member tells you to.
Prospect period ends minimum one year today.
Dues are 75 bucks a month, due on the first.
Welcome.
Don't get yourself killed.
And get the hell out of here.
Shut the door!
I got two requests for transfer, one from Tacoma, one from the nomads.
Kozik and Happy both want to be a part of SAMCRO.
Just want to say, for me, both these guys would make welcome additions.
And to be honest, we need you.
So... let's vote it.
Happy? Yea.
Yea.
Aye.
Yea.
Yes.
Yea.
Yeah.
Yeah!
Kozik, yea.
Nay.
Jesus Christ. Really?
I don't trust him, man.
Yeah!
Look what I got.
Eh... Welcome, brother.
Welcome.
Sorry, man. I thought he was on board.
Whatever.
You stick around, you understand?
Yeah.
Tig just wants you to know how big his dick is.
We'll vote again in a couple weeks.
You'll be SAMCRO.
Yeah?
I'm gonna start the healing.
Oh!
You son of a bitch.
No fun getting suckerpunched, is it?
No, it's not!
Should we do anything?
Yeah.
Get some brooms.
There'll be a lot of shit to clean up.
Boys!
Don't dance, hit him!
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Bail hearing's at 5:00.
Where do you drop out?
Not sure.
I'm hoping Unser can help.
Just need a few days.
Figure out a way to Belfast.
Can you go commercial, fake passports?
No. We'll be fugitives with photos on file.
I'm gonna reach out to Oswald.
Good morning.
Everything okay?
Yeah.
I get lonely.
They doing this interview now?
Soon.
I spent all night wrestling with the U.S. Attorney's office.
They've agreed to take the death penalty off the table if
you plead guilty to the two murders.
Visitation?
One thing at a time.
Jesus.
Okay.
I just talked to Lowen.
She said our bail hearing's still on the Sanwa docket.
My super was impressed with Luke.
Put me back on the Irish.
Limited basis.
You're welcome.
I've convinced him that I need SAMCRO out of
jail right now, but getting through to county is going to involve a lot of favors.
Not my problem.
No.
But this is.
It's Gemma's statement about what happened with Polly and Edmond at the safehouse.
Wait a minute. This...
I don't get it.
You don't have to.
Just make sure that your mother feeds the details back to us.
If you want her clear of the homicide, get her on board.
Okay.
I'll make sure that we keep you out of jail for a couple more weeks.
What did Stahl want?
More demands.
What?
What the hell is going on with Tara?
I don't know.
She's a surgeon, Clay. She's in that room saving lives every day.
And your point?
Well, that's the opposite of everything I am.
Aah, that's your guilt talking.
I don't know. Maybe.
She's just a chick.
Don't complicate it.
You got to make a decision, son. She's either in or out.
I know.
But if she's out...
you don't let that hammer fall until she moves those scrips for us.
We don't get that cash, we don't get your son.
What's going on?
This about Gemma?
No.
I need to ask you for a favor.
Okay.
The club came into some prescription drugs.
Mostly HIV stuff.
I was wondering if you know a clinic that might need it.
Black market?
I just need a name.
Yeah, you're gonna need more than that.
I know where to take it.
You're not taking it anywhere.
They're medical professionals, Jax.
They're not gonna buy drugs from a biker.
I know the money is to get you guys to Belfast.
Let me help?
Looks like you fellas need some help?
Tire blew.
Doing construction up ahead.
You probably picked up a bolt.
We've been making runs out here all week.
Looks like you're gonna need a new rim.
There's a tire shop up off of Mills.
I can hook you up and pull you in.
40 bucks.
No skin off my nose.
Just handle it soon.
The cops'll tow you after three.
All right.
My guy's gonna ride with you.
All right, man.
- Yeah. - Back it up.
What the hell is this?
It's your statement for the Feds.
Where did you get this? Who wrote it?
I can't tell you that.
Not yet.
This is what happened at the safe house.
Point for point.
This is from Stahl, isn't it?
What did you do?
I'm protecting my club and my family.
Do not get in bed with this bitch.
This is not up for discussion.
You hear me?
Right now, you're not my mother.
You're just a member's old lady.
And I am telling you... this is what you need to do to protect SAMCRO.
- Jackson, we... - Mom, you need to trust me.
And this has to be our secret.
Hey, where the hell are you going?
A shortcut.
Oh, shit!
Get in.
- Think I found the prize... - Juice, pop the others.
Got it.
Mm-hmm.
Oh, look at that.
That'll get rid of some stains.
Good work, boys.
Never got to formally express my condolences.
Hale was a pain in the ass, but that's a bad way to go.
Yeah.
You and me... we've been through a lot together, Wayne.
We made a deal.
Keep the blood out of our backyard.
Well... lately, I ain't been holding up my end.
Half-Sack getting killed, drive-by outside of Dubrowski's.
I just want to let you know that the weight of that ain't been
lost on me,
And I ain't ever gonna ever let that happen again.
I wish I could believe that, Clay.
Truth is, I feel closer to SAMCRO than I do most folks in this house.
Yeah.
I know.
We... Got a line on, where Abel is.
Belfast.
We're gonna go get him.
Well, you have a bail hearing in three hours.
Is that what this is about?
This mea culpa? Huh?
You need a favor?
No.
Yeah.
I need a favor.
But everything I've been saying to you is the truth.
The compromises I make, associations I have...
at the end of the day, the thing that allows me to sleep is
knowing that I'm keeping Charming safe.
And I ain't been sleeping much lately, Clay.
Me, neither.
I cannot help you go AWOL.
And I wish that didn't make me feel as bad as it does.
I spotted Polly at the grocery store, followed her to that house.
And why were you following her, ma'am?
I was raped two months ago.
She was part of it.
I don't really know why I followed her.
Instinctual, I guess.
Did you report the assault?
No.
I knew the kind of damage it would do to my family.
Didn't want them to know.
Okay.
Continue.
Walked into the house.
I saw Polly in the doorway of the back room.
She had a gun.
Took mine out.
That's when I saw the Irish kid, laying on the ground.
Dead.
It's a lie.
This is a deposition, not an interrogation, Agent.
You're here as a courtesy.
Polly spotted me and turned her gun.
I shot first.
Kill or be killed.
Then what?
Then I just sat on the couch.
Kind of in shock, really.
Never killed anybody before.
Then this ATF agent walked out of the back room.
She'd been hiding there the whole time.
My guess?
She's the one who killed Edmond.
Put the dirty kill on me.
You're a liar.
We're not asking you to make guesses, Gemma.
Can you identify the agent?
Yeah.
She's in this room.
Agent Stahl?
No.
It was her.
Agent Tyler?
What is this, Clay?
We know you're patching over the Calaveras.
Cutting and bagging heroin at the janitorial supply house, piping it to Stockton.
If you're here to declare war, consider it already on.
We're tired of getting bloody.
Your attack at the wake, our attack at Zobelle's getaway.
Why don't we just call it even?
Too much history to be even, Clay.
That's my point.
We've been doing this too long, Marcus.
Nobody ever wins.
Get to the point, ese.
I think that you lost something.
You stupid little shit!
Moving high-risk cargo is tricky.
Things tend to get lost in transit.
However, if it comes across our borders again, we can guarantee safe passage to Stockton.
And that's why you're patching over these idiots, right?
So shit like this don't happen.
We got a better idea.
Our brothers in Lodi are more capable, and with our support,
your new enterprise is protected.
We're trying to make peace here.
And how much is peace gonna cost me, Clay?
I'll let the Bastards negotiate their own fee.
For us, just a toll.
25K a run.
We'll consider this the first run.
Last time we made a deal, I lost my son.
Yeah, and you tried to assassinate me.
It's what we do.
It ain't personal.
It's just about the cash.
This is the best play for both of us.
Okay.
Means no Mayan charter in Lodi.
Shit.
None of these bitches would have made the cut anyhow.
This is bullshit, Alvarez.
You can't...
I need one more thing.
There's a rat up at St. Thomas.
Testifies at the end of the week.
- Pozo. - Yeah.
You handle that, and we're good.
Handled.
I'm glad we found your merchandise.
Hey, I think you lost something, too.
You get this, huh?
How could you let those bitches take your cut, ese?
An embarrassment to Latinos everywhere.
Just gonna bow to these assholes, huh?
Hey, hey, hey, you mind?
What's up, home boy?
- Make this right. - Yeah.
What the hell was that? Why did she finger me?
She couldn't help herself.
And she's got too much hate for the law to make a deal.
She was too afraid to put the lie on me, so she saw you standing there,
and she decided to...
Uh, all right, look, okay, we have proof, all right?
We've got fingerprints on the guns and motive.
It... Look, all right, this is all smoke, baby, okay?
I promise.
All right?
Come on.
Okay, baby.
Love you.
You want to explain to me why you sabotaged your deal?
I had a change of heart.
The U.S. Attorney's office is furious.
I don't know what to do here, Gemma.
Yeah. Sorry.
I got to get out of this room for a while.
Could you just ask my baby-sitter out there
if we can take an escorted therapy stroll?
Then I'll fill you in on what's going on, I promise.
Why don't we go out back so you can see for yourself?
Jax is right down the hall.
Hey. How you doing?
This is Dr. Percy.
This is Jax.
Are we next?
Expiration's good.
These are all Alcott Labs, Jerry.
Nothing's generic.
These are great.
We'll need the money by the end of the day.
I'm not sure if I can get it all.
Still counting money. Lot of red tape.
Take it.
Get us what you can.
Thank you.
Son of a bitch. SAMCRO's in the drug business.
Warm that up for you? There you go.
All right.
How's that pie?
Fresh.
What do you want, Darby?
I think you might be interested in what I have to say.
Oh, I can't wait.
Saw Jax Teller and his doctor girlfriend at the Kellerman clinic.
They were moving illegal scrips.
And how do you know they were illegal?
I know an illegal drug buy when I see one.
The Sons are in the dope business?
It would appear that way.
They probably got a garage full of oxy.
And why are you sharing this with me and my pie?
'Cause I want these assholes to suffer.
The cops in this town are in Clay's pocket, and after what happened to your little brother,
I'd think that you'd have an ax to grind with the Sons, too.
You want me to get rid of your competition.
Nah, I ain't in the game anymore.
Nords are done, and almost getting burned to death
tends to make one rethink one's priorities.
Revenge isn't exactly taking the high road.
Well, just 'cause I ain't dirty doesn't mean that I'm a saint.
You got the information.
You do what you want.
Yeah, I'll... Okay, I'll tell him.
That was Sanwa Sheriffs.
Planning a raid on the Son's clubhouse.
Want us to assist.
Here to see Gemma.
Um, Mrs. Morrow's not in her room.
Mind if I wait?
Sure.
Is this real?
I don't know.
Hey, I know that son of a bitch.
Come on, come on, get the cyanide.
I can't find it.
- Are you kidding me? - Shit.
Ow!
Jesus Christ. What the hell are you doing, man?
- We can't hurt this guy. - Just do it.
- Hey, uh, what did he do? - You know this guy?
Yeah, sort of.
Well, he's sort of under arrest for reckless endangerment
and making a false report.
Idiot.
*** before balls, asshole.
- Really? - *** the size of his head.
Bam!
Ok, now they see that, that's gonna point to homicide.
- And cyanide won't? - His heart stopped.
It would be for a hundred reasons.
And even if they do an autopsy,
it'll take days. We'll be long gone.
Well, if you hadn't let the little bitch clock you,
this never would have happened, right?
Hey, hey, hey! Enough.
You blocked the only camera.
There's no way witnesses or prints will arrive.
Get on the ground!
Sorry.
Clubhouse and garage are all clean. No pharmaceuticals.
This ain't about Pozo.
This is search and seizure.
They're looking for scrips.
How the hell did they know?
This is bullshit.
We were face-to-face a couple hours ago.
You can't throw me a hint this shit's gonna go down?
I didn't know.
It happened fast.
Yeah.
It sure did.
Cancer boy? Dead to us.
Clay, Gem just called.
Oswald's on his way now.
Call our friend.
We got a half an hour to pull this shit off.
What were all the cops here for?
Ah, they're just rattling our cages.
What's she doing with you?
Gave her a lift on my way to pick up the kids.
I need the Caddy.
This is probably a bad time, but I was hoping to get that lift home.
You're right, it is a bad time.
What's going on?
A Mexican guy died.
Some kind of seizure.
- Huh... - I spoke to the Sanwa D.A.
The bail hearing's been pushed ten days.
You're kidding.
Mm-mmm.
What happened?
Backlog of bad guys, I guess.
See you, then.
Good night, gentlemen.
Good night.
Thank you.
I'll wait for our friend.
This is about my grandson, Elliot.
We know where he is.
Belfast.
I thought Jax said he was in Vancouver.
How do you know he's in Ireland?
Club has a charter in Belfast.
We just need you to hear us out.
Look, I'm sorry about Abel. I really am.
But if I got a shot against Hale, I can't be associated with SAMCRO.
Not gonna be any more blood in Charming.
Our beef with the Mexicans? Put away.
Pretty soon people are going to forget about the drive-by,
and it's going to be business as usual.
We need your help.
Your, uh... forestry equipment, how do you get it overseas?
- I run cargo jets out of Stockton. - Why?
Oh.
You want passage to Belfast.
Just found out the bail hearing's been pushed.
Your bond won't be at risk.
Gives us a little bit more than a week to find our grandson.
Our friend's here.
Come on.
Elliot Oswald, Marcus Alvarez:
Founding member, Mayan Motorcycle Club.
What's this about?
Proof that the violence is over.
We've come to an understanding.
Sons and Mayans, we're good.
No more bloodshed.
I promise.
Paying the toll.
I hope you find your boy, huh?
I got a cargo heading to Manchester, U.K. tomorrow.
Taking off out of Stockton Metro. 6 PM sharp. Not a minute later.
We can...We'll work out the details in the morning.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Good luck.
What is it?
Sheriffs raided the clubhouse, looking for illegal scrips.
Oh, my God.
How did they know?
You tell me.
What the hell does that mean?
You told me we could trust that doctor.
He wouldn't say anything.
Well, someone did.
I get caught, I can do the years. But you?
Narc raps are real time.
Your medical career would be over.
Do you get that?
You asked me for help.
- This isn't my fault. - I know.
I know.
It's mine.
I'm done.
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♪ To stand and deliver That I've ever made
♪ I want to keep them now And I am not afraid
♪ And I won't let you go
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