Sons of Anarchy s02e01 Episode Script

One, two, three, four Five, six, seven I've got my clipboard Textbooks Lead me to the station Yeah, I'm off to the civil war I've got my kit bag, my heavy boots I'm runnin ' in the rain Gonna run till my feet are raw Slip kid, slip kid Second generation And I'm a soldier at 13 Slip kid, slip kid Realization There's no easy way to be free No easy way to be free It's a hard, hard world I left my doctor's prescription Bungalow behind me I left the door ajar I left my vacuum flask Full of hot tea and sugar Left the keys Will you two quit horsing around.
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.
You hear me? Okay, Gramps.
No easy way to be free Slip kid Slip kid So keep away old man You won't fool me You and your history won't rule me You might have been a fighter But admit you failed I'm not affected by your blackmail I've got my clipboard Textbooks Lead me to the station Yeah, I'm off to the civil war I've got my kit bag, my heavy boots I'm runnin ' in the rain Gonna run till my feet are raw Sack, new targets.
Put them up.
Put them up.
What do you think, gentlemen? You're slidin down the hill like me All right, let's talk.
No easy way to be free Okay! Hey, hey, hey! That was! Stop! Stop! Yeah, way to go.
Blow off my one last nut.
Great sponsor.
The Russian pipelines dried up.
Hooked up with a source out of Jebalia.
Run them through Dungloe.
- How do these break down to ship? - They don't.
Come assembled.
- That's not our business.
- I know.
Where you going with this, Cam? True IRA is picking up momentum.
North country's getting hot.
We need to keep up the cash flow.
Keep the anger focused.
You want the Sons to run them? 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.
Come on, Clay.
We both know you still got an ATF target on your back.
You really think it's safe filling this new space with illegal gun parts? What's your deal? We sell, ship, store.
You load your saddlebags to deliver.
Charter to charter.
Give you 20 percent.
We get 60 percent, we assemble our own.
We carry all the risk and overhead.
My son will be your point guy in Cali.
This is a win-win, Clay.
We'll let you talk it through.
Come on, Eddie.
It's bullshit.
They've still got access to the Russian surplus.
They'll just try to stonewall us so we'll play along.
They're Mick pricks.
He's right about the feds.
It doesn't matter what dummy corp we use or how far off the grid we are if ATF puts a tail on any one of us, we're gonna lead them right back here.
What do you think, VP? - Go get the Irish.
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 MC Pony Express is gonna cost you 30 percent.
Twenty-five.
Twenty-eight, and the Russian stock.
Okay.
It's a temporary fix, boys.
Keeps us in the gun business til the heat wears off.
I mean, we're running out of road here.
Call a vote, Prez.
All in favor? Deal.
Release papers.
Your lawyer has already been through them.
Read them, initial the boxes, sign them.
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 I'm just getting 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.
- It didn't.
- That'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 do you get? Peace of mind.
Now that we're keeping 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, 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 Trammel 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 percent 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 Hales are gonna give it back to the folks here.
And that salvation nets you a tidy real estate profit.
Progress has its rewards.
I'm sure we can find a way to help each other.
David, glad you could join us.
I'd like you to meet Ethan Zobelle Hello.
AJ Weston.
Can I get you anything, David? - Just some coffee, Hannah.
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? I have my eye on a storefront.
We'll need to know we've got the right support before we come into Charming.
- "Support?" To protect our investment.
We're aware of your outlaw problem.
Your brother's brought me up to speed on your struggle.
I'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.
It's time that stopped.
"League of American Nationalists.
" The 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.
I 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 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.
I'm sorry.
His self-righteousness gets the best of him.
I admire his frankness.
Davy! Do you know what those guys do? Since when do you smoke up with Neo-Nazis? I know who they are.
I'm not an idiot.
Charming is our town, Davy.
Dad tried to get it back from Samcro.
He couldn't.
But you and me, we can.
I'm not gonna swap one outlaw for another.
The League's got no interest in Charming.
For them, it's all about race.
- And that makes it okay? - Grow up, little brother.
Right 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 back until you die Gotta look this life In the eye It's good to see you, brother.
- Yeah.
How was the walkabout? Doing okay.
What's this? Holy shit.
Panhead EG.
- '63? - '65.
Where'd you find it? CHP pulled me over outside of Ukiah.
Started bullshitting.
Turned me on to this used parts guy.
Electra Glide was just rotting behind some garage.
It's all there.
Stock.
That'll keep you busy.
That's the plan.
I missed you, bro.
- How's everybody doing? - You know.
Getting it done.
We made a new deal with the Irish.
Gonna run handguns up the coast till the ATF heat dies down.
- What does that do to business? - We keep supplying Oakland.
We need to figure out who that supply goes to.
- Retaliation? - Yeah.
We're sitting down to figure it out.
Waited until you got back.
- Hey, Jax.
Hey, Mary.
He's too skinny, right? We'll beef him up.
Kids will be so glad to see you.
- I got some things to take care of.
You mind picking them up, Ma? - It can wait, man.
- No.
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.
Thanks.
He's perfect.
- The echoes? - Clean.
CBCs, CMPs were all normal.
His weight needs to come up a little.
- Other than that - He's still real fussy with the feedings.
Could be the lactose.
We can try a soy base.
I don't wanna turn him into a little vegan pussy.
He 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.
- Heard Ope's back.
Yeah.
- You seen him? - He's doing okay.
That's why I'm here.
Look, this guy's been through enough.
Yeah.
So whoever is responsible for killing Donna you and me can't prove it.
The suspicions we have don't help Ope.
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.
I'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.
He's got another two months on his extension.
After that, you gotta let him step down.
I'll do what I can to make that happen.
- Wayne? - Gemma.
- The little guy doing okay? - Yeah.
- Gotta beef him up a little.
- Ha.
How about you? Right as rain is.
This is just a follow-up.
Where you at with it? The BCGs are keeping it contained in my bladder.
- Guess that's good.
- Yeah.
Waiting on Della? She ain't a fan of hospitals.
Hale's picking me up.
We'll wait with you.
I'm glad he's doing good.
I think Jax is gonna make a real good daddy.
Yeah.
I'll make sure of that.
No doubt.
It's for my heart condition.
Heh.
Miracle drug.
Hey, jefe.
Talked 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 6-year-old out of T-ball because I found out they gave trophies to every boy on every team for simply playing the game.
Trophies 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 percent.
I can't afford the white guys.
Never put money before race.
This is 5000.
It should get you operational inside Charming.
When Clay finds out that I'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 I were you, I'd button your shirt.
- I got nothing to hide.
- It's not about hiding.
You haven't earned it.
I talked to Hale.
He understands.
Heh.
Right.
Hey.
Keeping this between us, it's the best thing for now.
You hear what I'm saying, Piney? Clay tried to kill my son.
He slaughtered his wife by mistake.
I'm depending on you to make that right, kid.
Look, you gotta trust me, Piney.
Me fixing 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 girl.
I know how much you loved her.
She sure loved you.
- I'm sorry.
- Thanks.
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 gangster SUV, black guy driving.
No one saw who was driving, Ope.
No one.
We're sure the guy was not black.
- He was brown.
Right.
Mayans? - How do you know? - Jax and Piney talked with Leroy.
So we know it wasn't the Niners.
That's right.
As far as Leroy is concerned, the Niners and the SOA are good.
- And you believed him? - Yeah, we did.
I know the truth when I hear it.
It's gotta be Alvarez.
He thinks we set him up.
We took his money.
Then we left him behind to get shredded by the Niners.
I had Trammel look into it.
Black Range Rover got jacked outside a bar in Alameda that same night.
Turns up two days later down the road from the Mayan clubhouse in Hayward.
Mac 10 casings on the floor.
Same kind of gun killed Donna.
Those prints, before the end of the day, we're gonna know who was driving.
I convinced Trammel to let us handle the arrest.
I'm the one who kills him.
Agreed.
You, Tig, and, Chibs.
- And me.
- Yeah.
I want Jax.
All right.
Looks like Trammel 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 because 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.
Because 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? Let's go.
Okay.
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 wanna do this? Too many eyes here.
He's on the move.
- This block's dead.
- Yeah.
Take the wheel.
Here we go.
Yo.
Pull up on his left.
Corporation bigwigs Keep us alive boy You can try to run But baby you can't hide Around the back! So keep a blast of love and napalm Rollin ' through your head I never had the nerve To love you I couldn't find my way Now I've got the chops to nail you On radiation day Slam the bugger! Go! Get out! Go! - Let go, man.
- Get up.
Get him in the van.
- Get him in the van.
- I know, man.
Come here.
Move it! Move it! Planning a trip? Just seeing what charters we're gonna need to make this thing work with the Irish.
If it involves you and a map, we're screwed.
I got no sense of direction? I'm saying you need a GPS to get from the driveway to the front door.
- You know I'd be lost without you, baby.
- Got that right.
- How'd it go with Opie? - All good.
We determined it was a Mayan problem.
We're taking care of it.
- Jax? - He's on board.
It's like I told you.
- Is that what you told me? - Mm-hm.
Mm-hm.
Mm-hm.
I hired Neeta to help with him.
Neeta? Oh, jeez, there goes my underage nanny fantasy.
Actually it's time for your 2:00 feeding.
Ooh.
Oh.
Tell me you did it.
What? Tell me you killed my wife.
I don't know what you're talking about, man.
Tell me you pulled up behind her and unloaded an entire clip into the back of her head.
No.
I didn't kill your wife, man.
You got the wrong guy, holmes.
Go with them.
Go on.
This wasn't the Mayans, man.
Not our shit.
I swear.
I've got no beef with Samcro.
- What the hell are you doing, 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.
I 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.
I gotta know, Jax.
Okay.
What the hell are you doing, man? - Let me - Shut up.
What's going on, man? I won't say anything! I won't! No! Guy broke loose, reached for my gun.
I had to blow him up, man.
I'm sorry, Ope.
No doubt, bro.
This guy killed Donna.
Jesus Christ.
That's so Alvarez knows who and why.
Get rid of those guns.
You guys take the van, head back.
I'll dump the body.
You dropping him on Mayan turf.
You can't do that on your own.
You guys need to be there when the feds drop off Bobby.
I got this.
Ope? It'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.
I'm just in the middle of it.
- Am I gonna see you later? - I don't know.
I 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.
I love you too.
Oh, shit balls.
Shit.
I'm so sorry.
I I was just putting this here.
- Either join in or get out, Sparky.
- Okay.
- You didn't really mean you want me - Get out! Shit.
Kids, huh? I'm sorry, my love.
Whoo.
I meant what I said, you know? I would be lost without you.
I'm right here, baby.
Ahh.
That's my good boy.
- We good? - Yeah.
Things got a little complicated.
- I want to know? - No worries.
Jax cleaned it up.
- Think this moves him past it? Opie? I don't know, man.
He's working some shit out.
You should go home.
See your kids.
You know, I 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.
I'm tired of carrying your damn water, boy.
It 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 car repairs.
I understand you're a Camacho fan.
Who are you? We're 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.
I don't even know what you're talking about.
We're just mechanics and Harley lovers.
- That's one of Darby's guys back there.
- Mr.
Darby is one of our supporters.
Hmm.
Expensive car.
Hell of a suit.
All your teeth.
Must be at the top of the Aryan food chain, huh? What you do for a living is between you and your maker.
I'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, I don't know what Darby told you and I don't know what your angle is but let me be real clear.
Nobody threatens Samcro.
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.
Because the next time you piss all over my shoes we 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.
- I wanna know everything.
- You got it.
Good work.
Who the hell's that? Eh.
Friend of Darby's.
Nothing to worry about.
Thanks for giving him a lift.
What do I owe you? No charge.
- Enjoy the party.
- You wanna stick around for a while? I'm sure you could do some major damage to a stripper pole.
You have no idea.
Bobby! Welcome back.
- Jax? It's me.
I told Jax I'd come by.
- You didn't need to do that.
- I wanted to.
Come on.
There we go.
That's a good boy.
There we go.
You on the pill? Just wondering.
You got that look.
The aching, empty womb look? Something like that.
You think I'm using Jax to get knocked up? No.
Jesus, I hope not.
If you're gonna trap someone, make sure they've got money.
Where are you on this, Gemma? - Me and Jax? - You care what I think? Jax cares.
You really want my advice? Total disclosure.
What do you mean? It's the only way it works with you and him.
You're too smart too neurotic to live in the vague.
He needs to tell you everything.
No truth, no pussy.
You draw the line.
I'm not sure I wanna know.
Then this'll never last.
Did John Teller tell you everything? You love the man you learn to love the club.
If you can do that there's no truth you can't handle.
Good night.
It's a fine line but I'm holding You can jump off here if you can Glad you're back, bro.
- Yeah, me too.
Shit.
- Got a lot to catch up on.
- Yeah.
Let you get back to your dinner.
Help, please! Oh, God, help me, please! Please, my baby swallowed something.
He's choking.
Please help me.
All right.
- What did he swallow? - A bottle cap or something.
Hey.
What happened to the party? I saw Bobby.
I didn't feel like staying.
What's the matter? I'm just tired.
I'm gonna take a shower.
You wanna know why I run away from shit all the time? Because I don't trust anyone.
If I'm gonna stay, I need to know the truth.
I tell you the truth.
Not just what you think I can handle.
I need all of it.
That's the only way I'll know if I can do this.
I helped Opie kill a man today.
Retaliation for Donna.
Shot him in the head.
I'm going to bed.
If you're going down To snowflakes storm When the rivers freeze And summer ends Please see If she's wearing a coat so warm To keep her from the howlin ' winds Please see for me If her hair hangs long If it rolls and flows All down her breast What do you want? You know who I am? You know what I can do to you? Take off the mask, you goddamn filthy piece of shit! No! No! No! No! No! I'm a-wonderin ' If she remembers me at all Many times I've often prayed In the darkness of my night In the brightness of my day 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.
Well, if you're travelin ' down Where the winds hit heavy On the borderline I'm sorry, Ma'am.
We're almost done.
Please.
Please.
I need you to pass on a message to your old man.
Tell him to stop selling guns to niggers and wetbacks or we find you and we do this again.
She once was a true love of mine