Sons of Anarchy s02e04 Episode Script

Shit.
Ugh.
Oh.
Let me.
Come on.
There.
Cortisone helping? I'm fine without it.
I know.
Good.
- When you back? - Tomorrow.
Be safe.
Thanks.
Maybe some time away will help you, huh? Get past whatever this is.
Maybe.
- What's the run? - Blood drive.
Children's hospital, Eureka.
Samcro, community servants.
- It's what we're all about, baby.
- Yeah.
Mm.
My boy, the master of timing.
I love you.
I love you too.
I got him.
Here we go.
Here we go.
What? I'm your old lady.
Come on.
Let's get you some breakfast, huh? Make you really strong.
Can you leave me alone, yeah Have we got it all? Yeah, we got everything.
Hey.
- I didn't know you were riding.
- Clay wants me on the relay.
Is Mary with the kids? My kids are fine, Jackson.
Yeah.
- Chitty Chitty Bang Bang.
Hey, all right.
Hey, it's an old Fat Boy on an old fat boy.
- Sorry.
- Thought you put that beast to sleep.
Fat boy ain't even reached its prime.
Barely looks like it can reach the end of the lot.
Best bike for a long ride.
And I put it up against any of you pretty dynas.
You hitting the gay rodeo on the way? It's Captain Chaps.
- Ha-ha-ha.
- Cowhide to protect the manhide.
Get in line, Brokeback.
Oh, man.
Really? Shit.
Oh, goddamn, man.
Come on, I gotta ride behind that thing? Shut up.
You should be used to getting sprayed in the face, prospect.
Usually by Bobby.
- Eat me, Chibs.
See, the thing is, I like a full scrote when I snack on someone.
Tasty.
- Is that right? Aye.
- Yeah.
Okay.
Well, pretty soon you can have that.
Are you gonna spontaneously sprout a nut? Boing.
- No.
What, what, what? - Getting a Neuticle.
- Getting a what? - You're getting a musical? A musical? A fake ball, a Neuticle.
It's an implant.
It'll give me a sense of symmetry.
Ha-ha-ha.
- Balance.
Oh, my God.
- Are you for real? Yeah.
I'm waiting for the VA insurance to clear.
You're getting a glass ball? - No, no.
It's not glass.
It's like a What is it? Like it feels real.
Like a Like, soft, you know? Squishy.
Like a real ball.
Aw.
Aw.
Come on.
Come on.
I don't know what that means.
Look, why? - It's modern technology.
Okay.
I'm trying to be open.
- I'll be gentle.
Okay.
Come on.
Okay, real mature, guys.
- Yeah.
You're a class act, Chibs.
- Ha-ha-ha.
- What? - You don't wanna know.
Really.
- Hey, Bobby.
- Yeah? Shoulder gonna hold up? - Yeah, the shoulder's good.
Hey, uh, appreciate you taking care of the garage while I'm gone.
- No problem.
- Tell the boys they can log some O.
T.
I don't wanna get buried.
I'll keep an eye on her.
I, uh I know she's been She's fine.
You just worry about the cars.
Got my full attention.
- What do you say, prez? - Let's go save the children.
You told everybody In the neighborhood I was a dirty mistreater You didn't mean me no good 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 path Until you die Gotta look this life In the eye Sing that song a gotta gotta you get Along baby Shove that tongue a straight a to The back of my head You got tongue a honey honey Use that tongue baby Climb on top and rock a rolla Me 'till in dead Girl I'm melting away And you're fine and grown Military surplus as cover.
I wish we'd thought of that.
It's Edmond.
Boy's a genius.
- Oh, yeah? Must take after his mother.
- Obviously.
How do we carry? Ten guns in each.
Roll it up, strap it on.
- Just a biker with a bedroll.
- Six riders, five dozen.
That's a good haul.
Runs are set up for the next three months.
One every two weeks.
We'll try to cover as many runs as we can with charity rides.
Cops never mess with us when we're serving humanity.
Rest of the time, travel in twos, stay off the main roads.
Should be no problem.
The 32, they're pleased the way this worked out with Samcro.
Well, you tell the scabby fence boys I'm all about the cause.
- You can tell them yourself.
Edmond.
Jimmy O, some of the Falcarragh crew might be coming stateside, time allows.
Their day'll come.
Shit.
Yeah? Hold on.
Mail.
Just drop it there.
Anything I can do? - Hunt down the keys to the gold Sebring.
- Sure, darling.
Right this way, sweet cheeks.
- Thanks.
- Mm.
Good morning.
You looking for Sherman's? They closed last month.
Hope it wasn't a return.
Sorry, ma'am.
Excuse me.
Are you leaving? Are you leaving or what? Oh, shit.
Now Come on! Hey! Who's down? Tig.
Tig.
- Tig, you all right? Shit, Tig.
Tig.
We had a disturbing call from a woman says you pulled a gun on her? Yeah.
That's it? Just "yeah"? I didn't shoot her.
Well, what the hell am I supposed to do with that? You gonna hit a bank or something? - It's what they were wearing.
- Who? Oh, Jesus.
Yeah, someone dropped it in our mailbox today in the Sherman's bag.
They're just trying to rattle you.
Sherman's? Holy shit.
Zobelle.
Look, I'm sorry about the gun.
Come on.
Let me take you home.
There's something I gotta do.
I'll be okay.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Wanna give me the gun? Sure.
I'll return it later.
He's stable.
Get him to Admitting.
- I'm sorry, man.
- You just get patched up.
We'll come by after the drop.
I'm gonna shove that bike so far up your ass.
He's gonna be just fine.
You tend to his every beck and call.
You'll wipe his goddamn ass if that's what he wants you to do.
Call Piney.
Tell him we got two bikes down.
Gonna need the flatbed.
That's you.
Call Piney.
- I got it.
- I can take it.
I said, I got it.
What the hell you talking about, you can't take him? Mr.
Trager has basic coverage.
He can only be admitted to a hospital in his plan.
- He's bleeding in your hallway.
- I'm sorry.
We'll have to transfer him to Red Bluff.
He's stable enough to travel.
How about you give him some pain meds? I can give him some Advil.
He's got a gash the size of your attitude on his leg.
You got enough Advil for that? How much longer? - All right.
There's good news and bad news.
You're stable enough to travel.
Travel where? Well, that's the bad news.
We gotta move you to another hospital.
- HMO bullshit! - Christ.
Come on.
Stitch me up! Sons of bitches! Call Red Bluff.
We need this guy shuttled.
Quicker the better.
Okay.
Hey, it's me.
Run this name through your database.
Alexander Trager.
Oh, chief.
We're, uh, not open for a few days but is there something I can help you with? I'm not looking for smokes.
I know who you are.
What you do.
If you're referring to The League of American Nationalists I'm not talking about what you do with the suit and tie.
I'm talking about what you do with the rubber masks.
I'm afraid you have me at a loss.
Things work themselves around.
Your time will come.
That sounds like a threat.
Charming is a special town.
Not many folks take to it.
I like to think the town chooses its occupants.
Right ones stay.
Wrong ones disappear.
I hate Kaiser.
Shit.
That bitch still has your insurance card.
I got it.
- Where the hell is that deadbeat hospital? - Find out.
- What do you want me to do? Ask - Find out.
Ask whoever's in there.
Clay said your task is to be my bitch.
- Yeah, he did.
- Yeah.
I got one request.
You leave that piece of shit Fat Boy on the side of the road.
- Dude, that is my baby.
- Side of the road.
- That is the first bike I bought new.
- You almost killed me, man.
- Whoa.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa! - Get up now! - On your knees.
Get off me.
Jesus.
Goddamn it.
- Bobby! - Shit.
- Tig.
Tig.
Watch my leg, you dick.
- Don't worry.
We'll find you.
Bobby! Bobby! Gah! Shit.
Damn bike.
Follow them.
Don't lose him.
Where the hell were you guys? And you just let them? No, no.
You just wait there.
Done enough goddamn damage today.
- What? Bounty hunters.
They just picked up Tig.
- What the hell for? They didn't stop to say.
- Half-Sack's trailing them.
- Jesus Christ.
How does that happen? - Ask the Jew in leather.
- Could've been the hospital.
Bounty hunters will pay admins to call in names of nefarious types.
If Tig had an outstanding warrant I'd know.
- Might be out of state.
Bounty's big enough, they could haul his ass to Maine.
- We gotta go after him.
- We got a delivery to make.
Bondsmen have no jurisdiction.
There's nothing to stop us taking him back.
What's stopping us is six bedrolls full of illegal handguns.
We go after him now, we got a chance.
He crosses state lines If Tig was here, he'd vote to deliver the guns.
We dump the bedrolls somewhere safe.
Relay gets pushed by a few hours.
We're going.
- Maybe we should call a vote.
- Vote all you want.
I'm delivering the guns.
Goddamn it.
Shit.
I got it.
I got it.
On three.
Ready? Ugh.
Some days I can't even get my dick out of my pants.
That's what prospects are for.
Yeah.
You all right? Family? I guess.
The road helps.
Reminds me of why I signed up for all this bullshit in the first place.
Amen, bro.
We gotta go get Tig.
This thing between you and Jax I don't know what it is, but it's pulling focus from what we are.
I'm with you either way.
He okay? He just needs to know we've got his back.
Let's go get Tig.
Doctor to first floor lounge.
- I got your page - Chief Unser is looking for you.
Is everything okay? You tell me.
You seem to get a lot of visitors.
Both sides of the law.
Chief? Didn't mean to pull you away from anything.
What is it? - Gemma.
- Something happen? She's out of sorts.
Matter of time before she hurts someone, herself.
But, not sure how to help her.
She has to talk to somebody about what happened.
I tried.
You care about her.
I've known her since she's 12.
Heh, me and Emily Koza's the ones tried to talk her out of running away.
She split when she was 16.
Came back 10 years later with a baby and a motorcycle club.
Sort of like you did, except without the baby and such.
Yeah.
You and Jax seem to be doing okay.
Yeah.
We're trying to figure it out.
What do you make of us? The doctor and the biker? Seen stranger pairings.
Uh, excuse me.
Cardio Respiratory tech is looking for you.
Thank you.
Don't think on it too hard, doc.
Come across something that don't make you miserable enjoy it.
Okay.
- Yeah? All right.
You guys take a break.
We got work.
No one's gonna tell me why I got scooped up? Nothing? No small talk? No " Hundred Bottles of Beer on the Wall"? "Row, Row, Row Your Boat"? Wow.
Wow, okay.
I'll start.
I'm guessing you played college ball there, baldy.
Offensive line.
Too much of a pussy to make the pro and too stupid to graduate.
Shut your mouth, asshole.
You are clearly in it because of your aggression issues.
- You heard what he said? - And you're at least half a fag.
You're probably in love with him.
In this job, it's your way of staying close.
- Ugh.
- Knock it off.
We don't collect if we bring him in beaten.
- It's Oregon.
- Oregon? - I've got nothing outstanding in Oregon.
- 2001? Assault and indecent exposure inside a livestock transport.
Shit.
- I thought that got squashed.
- Nope.
You skipped on a $40,000 bond.
Sick bastard.
You're dying to ask me, aren't you? Go ahead.
- Bet you got half a stiffy, Oprah.
- Gag him.
Mm.
- Jesus Christ, break it up.
Okay, okay.
- Aah! Ugh! - Crazy son of a bitch.
- Get him out of here now.
Get off of me.
- Get him out of here.
- Unh.
What are you hitting me for? I was cooperating.
Shit.
Whoo! Where are the bounty hunters? They got Tig maybe two miles down the road at a hotel.
Talk to Gemma? I tried to get a hold of her and let her know I was coming up here, but nothing.
- Where the hell is she? - I don't know.
Your old lady doesn't take kindly to people prying into her shit.
Yeah.
I, uh, I had Dog and Clayton lock the place up in case she doesn't get back.
All right.
Hey.
Thanks, old man.
Sure.
They got Tig in a motel about two miles down the road.
Four of them.
- Sporting heavy hardware.
- First floor, Room 12.
- Why stop at a motel? Don't know.
They beat Tig on the side of the road.
The motel was the next stop.
That crazy prick must've provoked them.
- Can't bring him in beat up to a pulp.
- So they're patching him up.
- All right, let's go handle this.
- They hit a motel they got a long ride.
They're gonna be there for a while.
Call up the run.
Tell the boys from Nakoma to get back down here.
That's gonna take hours.
We gotta do this now.
- No.
He's right.
- We don't know how long they're gonna - In broad daylight? This is the way we stay off the radar, right? We're gonna be doing runs up here every two weeks with a blanket full of guns.
And bringing five more guys into the mix is gonna make it low profile? We wait until dark.
Somebody goes out for food We don't know they're gonna be here.
- We got eight on four.
- You heard Bobby.
They're armed to the teeth.
We have no idea what firepower they're sitting on.
- We got handguns.
- We got surprise.
- Call the guys.
- Call a vote.
You don't call a vote.
- You lay your goddamn hands on me - Heh, hey! Hey, you two, come on.
Everybody's fried.
And it's my fault.
I got Tig hurt.
Stupid shit.
But everybody's got to calm down.
Huh? Have a smoke.
Take a walk.
Everybody clear your head.
Where you going? You wanna get this done, jump on the back.
- This is bad.
- I got a feeling it's about to get worse.
- Chibs, Sack, come on.
What's up? - Shit kicking! I'm in.
Whoa.
Where the hell you going? Shit! Got worse quick.
We have a plan here? Ask the old man.
All right.
Hang on, guys.
Well, it's a simple plan.
Shit.
Arm up, ladies.
Yeah.
Come on, let's go! - Don't move! Or we'll blow your balls off! Hey, guys.
Listen, I gotta tell you, it's been a lot of fun.
Really gotta go.
This is my ride.
Just wanna thank you for everything.
And hopefully we do it again sometime.
- Go, go! - Go, go, go! Hello? Hey, buddy.
Good.
How was practice? Oh, that's awesome, Cliffy.
I told you.
You focus, shit happens, right? Yeah.
Absolutely.
Should be.
Well, you help your brother with that.
Cliffy, just get it done.
All right, buddy.
All right.
See you later.
You think I got a death wish? Sounds like some crazy shit, brother.
No comment? Just a little cautious, I guess.
Not sure what I say ain't gonna land in Clay's ear.
- What the hell does that mean? - You tell me, bro.
Don't drag me into whatever bullshit you got going on with stepdaddy, all right? Yeah.
I know you're pissed, but the guys were right this time.
Motel was a quick stop.
Would've been in Oregon by the end of the day.
Take him to St.
Thomas.
Hopefully that's in your plan.
Well, this isn't on Jax.
It was my idea.
Just have to blame it on the, uh, dementia.
- Oh, shit.
- Gonna be a long ride, Tigger.
Got another straw? There you go.
You guys are one short? Yeah.
We laid a bike down outside of Chico.
- We got all the cargo though.
- I figured it'd be Tig.
- Is he whole? - Yeah.
We're perfect.
All right, guys.
Pack it up.
Hey, all cool, brother.
All right.
Right.
Yeah, man.
Right on.
Cool.
We're good.
Strap those on tight.
Gemma? It's Wayne.
Hey.
Hey.
Oh, yeah.
Right.
You do know the serial number's been ground off that? Anonymity suits me.
Prefer it didn't end up in your bag again.
Not sure I can make that promise.
I got no idea how to help you, Gemma.
All I can do is my job.
I ain't gonna let nothing else bad happen to you.
Yeah.
Okay.
- Night.
- Night.
The Lord said I'm steadfast I will not be shook But no one found a trace A massage? Easy there, darling.
That boy's got a glass ball.
It's actually a crystal ball.
It allows me to see the future of my penis.
How's that working out for you? - It's looking pretty good.
- Ha-ha-ha.
You roll a shitty-ass joint.
A masterpiece.
When we get back, I'm gonna lock Jax and Clay in a room.
- Gotta work this shit out.
It's more than that.
Jax has gotta get over his dead-daddy shit.
Bollocks.
Clay can't deal with the fact he's getting older and the kid's pushing him out.
Clay's not going anywhere.
I didn't know what the old man was up to till we were crashing through.
I don't give a shit about today.
Where does this go tomorrow? Next week? Where does what go? Your need to undermine my every goddamn play.
I got no need to undermine you.
- Things I call out are about the club.
- No.
About you and me.
Yeah.
Maybe they are.
Guess I gotta get right with you.
What you did.
Yeah.
You do.
Well, you got decades of experience.
Why don't you tell me how I do that? How I get right with you trying to kill a brother behind the club's back? Your little trigger boy blowing an innocent woman's head off? Well you're gonna have to figure that out for yourself, son.
But I'd do it soon.
Because if you mention Donna or the incident again I'll kill you.