Sons of Anarchy s02e06 Episode Script

Thirty-one to base.
We have a 36-year-old Caucasian male I'll be right back.
Boy's got a strong constitution.
Anybody can take a blast, it's him.
Yeah.
I ran the registration and VIN on the minivan.
Both bogus.
I need to know what happened.
A lot of volatile liquid here at the garage.
Forensics finds anything else, feds will be all over this place.
Bombs are Homeland Security shit.
You gotta make the evidence point to what it was.
An accident.
I know what you gotta do here, Clay.
But we both know Zobelle has caused enough damage in this town.
What happened to Chibs cannot blow back in Charming.
Well, then you get me a home address on him and Weston.
They both live out of town.
Otherwise, I do it here.
And then you'll be watching Main Street on the 10:00 news.
Jesus Christ.
This was Zobelle.
Otto, now Chibs.
This guy's trying to break us.
All of us.
There's gotta be something we can find on this guy.
He doesn't make mistakes.
I pushed us off retaliation for Otto.
But after this, Clay will go at Zobelle full bore.
I got a bad feeling we'll be walking right into a trap.
- Then don't play it out.
- Not the way this works.
Someone hurts us like this, we retaliate.
Have to.
That's it? You're gonna run blind off the cliff? Maybe not.
If I can get to Zobelle first, I can protect the club.
What happens when you find him? You tell me.
You asking me to help Samcro? We both know this guy's got some kind of leverage on you.
Think of it as a self-serving favor.
I go off the grid and I help you find this guy you've got to promise that you will hand him over to me alive.
What do you do? You can't arrest him? Bring him in as a person of interest.
Question him up to 24 hours.
At least it gives Clay a chance to calm down.
Maybe you get your crew thinking straight.
All right.
I get to him first, I give him to you.
Do it by the book.
I'll dig into the cigar shop records, see if I can find home address.
Pull Weston's info too.
If they're a dead end, we can always rattle Darby.
Jax.
Need some help.
- What's the matter? - Don't know what to do.
This thing with Chibs, gonna push Ope farther away.
What are you talking about? Don't come home much anymore.
If he does, he barely speaks to his kids.
They have no idea what's happening.
I didn't sign up for this.
Kids need a mother, a father.
Tried talking to Ope.
I didn't raise him.
We got no history.
- Talk to Piney about it? - He's on his way to the cabin.
This will be a four-day bender at least.
Mary, I don't know how to help Ope.
Talk to him.
Please.
All right.
I'm gonna head over to St.
Thomas.
I'll call you as soon as I hear anything.
Okay.
Thanks.
Hey, baby.
They're waiting for you inside.
Yeah.
What? Someone blew up your friend with a car bomb.
We don't know what happened.
Jesus Christ, we watched it happen.
Who the hell would do that? Why would anyone do that? Look, I'm not sure who did it.
That's the truth.
Probably the same guys who had Otto jumped.
Are you in danger? Am I? Oh, God.
Look I'm sure nothing's gonna happen.
Just gotta be smart.
A little more cautious, all right? It's gonna be okay, babe.
No, it's not.
I have to go deal with this.
This explosion Are those the same people who attacked you? And if it was? Maybe if you'd told somebody about what happened This isn't on me.
Unser's getting us home addresses.
You really think Zobelle is sitting in his Barcalounge waiting for us to swing by? Why should he hide? Asshole thinks he's protected on every level.
- He is.
Probably riding four deep.
- Weston, skinhead crew.
- Then we ride five deep.
Yeah? And what's the plan? Roll up on him in broad daylight, cut off his head? Okay.
You know, I don't give a shit what the plan is.
I am tired of sitting here playing "What happens if?" Zobelle tried to kill two of us in the last 12 hours.
This charter doesn't wait any longer.
We kill him! Do I need to take a vote? You living here now? Crashing once in a while.
I talked to your mom.
She's worried about her grandkids.
Said they never see their dad anymore.
It's not your worry.
Problem of my brother's is a problem of mine.
I don't have a problem.
My kids are fine.
Okay, look, man.
I think it's all good, you getting deeper in the club.
But you're obviously still dealing with some shit.
- Donna's death's gotta be a nightmare - How do you know what I deal with? You gotta figure out your own shit, brother.
- I know what I'm doing.
- Oh, yeah.
You got things you wanna change.
I get it.
This beef with Clay it's not about what's best for Samcro.
It's about you pushing to be king.
It's not your time yet, man.
This is Clay's club.
You gotta back down, get in line before somebody gets hurt.
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 Hey, this is a crime scene.
Shit.
- What's this Mick bastard doing here? - The Irish love a good car bomb.
Hey, you being here in broad daylight, it's not the smartest move.
My dad thought it'd be wise, come find out what all the noise was.
- Accident.
Chibs rubbed some wrong wires together.
I grew up in South Armagh, boys.
Sodium nitrate was a fragrance of my youth.
Know it anywhere.
- We're dealing with the problem.
- The problem is the feds.
- This blast will bring them around.
Ain't gonna get that far.
Tell your old man we got it contained.
Sure.
I'll let the folks know there's nothing to worry about.
- Locations of our two white friends.
Thanks.
How long before Lodi Forensics gets out here? It's flagged as a priority.
I'm surprised they're not here yet.
You may wanna send your boys out for donuts.
Let us tidy up a little bit.
- Eh.
They do look famished.
Hey.
Zobelle has a house in Morada.
Had their P.
D.
Pay a visit.
No one's home.
Still getting Weston's info.
Okay.
Meet me at Darby's.
I want you to power-scrub the shit out of this place.
- I want it clueless for the CSU.
- Sparkle and shine.
Let's go find Zobelle.
Yeah.
Hey, you need me with you? I'm thinking one of us should be there for Chibs.
Yeah, you should go.
I'll keep you plugged in.
Think he's onboard? - I don't give a shit.
- He's not.
He knows better than to try to stop the retaliation after this but he's working something else.
Just keep an eye on him.
Call if you hear anything else.
- For sure, sir.
- His truck's not here.
His workers saw him last night.
But Darby told them to be here at 7.
He's crawled into a hole.
I'll put out an ATL.
If Darby's in Charming, we'll find him.
DC to Dispatch.
Issue an attempt to locate one Ernest Darby.
Thought you were at St.
Thomas.
No news on Chibs yet.
Figured maybe Darby could point us to Zobelle.
- Guess Hale had the same idea? - Guess so.
- Thought you were running addresses.
- Clay wanted fewer guys.
Lower profile.
- His club.
He knows best.
- Yeah.
- Anything here? - Dead end.
I'll wait for you.
We can ride back together.
Sure thing.
What was that about? It's about shit being upside down.
Call me with Weston's address.
Where you going? Lose my best friend.
Oh, shit.
What the hell you doing? This is a crime scene.
I'm sorry.
I have OCD.
And the mess was, like, freaking me out.
Where's Charming P.
D? What the hell's going on here? Shit.
I thought you guys left.
And you were Get the hell out of here.
It's a goddamn crime scene.
Idiot.
- This your watch? - I was taking a piss.
I'm sorry.
We'll take it from here.
Shit.
What are we gonna do here? - What's this? - Cancer drugs.
Turns my waste radioactive.
I'm holding a cup of your piss? Spill this on their lab kit turns their results into a bad chemistry experiment.
Just need to figure a way it don't get me arrested for evidence tampering.
Hey, go chat them up.
And then take my lead.
You and your piss.
Hey.
Get you boys anything? Beverage of some sort? We're fine.
Thanks.
What do you think caused this blast anyway? Chief, you need to clear out.
We're still collecting.
Whoa! Look out! Oh, my God! Holy shit.
I am so sorry.
Are you guys all right? I thought that they changed out the brake drums.
- Damn, I'm sorry.
- You stupid shithead.
What the hell is that? Uh, diet cola.
Tastes like piss, don't it? Apparently some of our friends in Charming have been looking for me.
When you finish here, head to the shop.
I suspect they will be coming to you.
They're here.
Ah.
- Ethan Zobelle.
- AJ Weston.
- This is my daughter, Polly.
- Cameron Hayes.
My boy, Edmond.
- Hey.
Hello.
Glad we get to meet in person.
- Someplace private we can talk? - Yes.
Of course.
Why don't you keep me company? - You part of all this? - Is that so hard to believe? You just don't look like you I don't know.
- You don't like the way I look? - No.
I mean You You look fine, darling.
I think you already know that.
Grab us a couple of beers? Followed Jax to Darby's.
It was a dead end.
But he knew I was tailing him.
He lost me at the Corcoran Pass.
Shit.
- There's no one at Zobelle's house.
Phone's off.
Lose the cut.
- Weston's? Yeah.
Up here around the corner.
AJ Weston.
Charming Police.
- Window.
- I saw it.
Stay here.
Wait a minute.
Stop.
What are you doing here? Oh, shit! Move! Move! Go! Go! Get out of the way.
Go.
Jesus Christ.
I'm not gonna hurt you! I'm looking for your dad.
I'm a friend.
Let me see the ink.
- What? - Your tats! Prove it! Okay.
Yeah.
Let's just put the guns down, okay? I got all kinds of ink.
- It's a kid! It's a kid! - Hold your fire! Liar! Where is your dad, shithead? I ain't telling you shit, race traitor! Call Child Services.
Have this little psychopath committed.
Come on.
- I ain't afraid of no cop.
- Shut up.
Found his computer.
Password protected.
Can't get in.
Bring it to Juice.
Guess you're running with Hale now.
Just working things from my end.
Same goal.
And what's that? Keep the boss happy.
Unser.
He couldn't stop the forensic team.
Now what? Guess they ain't open yet.
Chibs is stable but critical.
He landed on the back of his head.
Caused a subdural hematoma.
A large blood clot.
A brain bleed's severe.
But if it subsides, it's not life-threatening.
All we can do now is monitor it.
If it gets worse? They'll have to go in and relieve the pressure.
- Jesus Christ.
Cut open his head? - Oh, hopefully it won't come to that.
I'm sorry about what I said earlier.
I didn't mean It's okay.
It's a shitty day for all of us.
Hey.
You, um You mind if I head home with you? Sure.
I'll just finish up a few things.
- I'll wait for you downstairs.
- Thanks.
How's Chibs? Critical.
I'm sorry.
- You got a minute? - For what? I've kind of hit a wall trying to find who did this.
- And I was hoping you could help.
- Me? I don't know anything more than the guys do.
Unser told me some things about you.
What happened.
At least what he knows.
Piece of shit.
- He had to.
- Shut up! We both know this thing with Chibs was Zobelle.
Give me something, Gemma.
Any detail, anything you can remember.
It never goes on record.
The secret keeps.
Just point me somewhere.
Why are you suddenly so interested in helping us? I became a cop doesn't mean I don't give a shit about folks I grew up with.
You wanna hurt this guy.
Yeah, I do.
Girl in her 20s cute, blond good rack.
She's the only one I saw.
Thank you.
- And I am sorry.
- You or your cancerous boss tell anyone else what happened to me and I will cut both of your big soft hearts out.
Copy that.
He's pissed.
- What the hell is this? - Where you headed? You care? What the hell's he doing with you? - What? You on their payroll now too? - Just answer the question.
I'm going to see my mom.
She's sick.
Your mother died last month.
- My other mother.
- All right, where's Zobelle? How do I know? What, is this about the blast last night? What do you think? If Zobelle did have something to do with it, the Nords knew nothing about it.
Unlike Samcro, we don't blow up shit in our own town.
You don't show for work this morning.
Now you're heading out of town.
You running from something? I got a heads-up that shit might go down.
No other details.
I'm on my way to Vegas.
That's it.
That's the truth.
You know anything about a blond, Sounds like Zobelle's daughter.
I've seen her hang with Weston.
Can I go? Yeah.
Thanks.
Dicks.
Where'd you get the intel on the girl? Description turned up when we canvassed the street the van was towed from.
Still have the one I gave you? No.
I got rid of it after Colin left.
Wait here.
Jesus Christ.
Do you and Clay really need this many guns? These are just mine.
Here.
See how this feels.
It's okay.
It's not too heavy.
.
38.
That'll blow a good hole.
Okay.
What's this for? Let's go.
Where? Now squeeze slowly.
It'll have some kick.
No.
You're gripping too hard.
You wanna hold it firm but let it breathe.
All right.
Now, put the sight on what you want dead.
Then take a breath and Good.
Dream about it? Is it always like this? No.
You came back to him at a bad time.
It settles down.
Gets downright boring.
I promise.
That was fun.
You're gonna love this.
Some mess.
I've already filed a report.
- Yeah, I know.
- We'll look into that.
- Yeah.
I'm sure you will.
- You must be Ethan Zobelle's daughter.
- Polly.
- I'm the deputy chief.
- I know.
- I'm looking for your dad.
- Haven't seen him.
Well, why don't you give him a call? It's important I connect with him.
I'm not his keeper.
He's wanted for questioning.
And if you're lying to me that means you're interfering with a criminal investigation.
What do I look like? One of your inbred natives? Come on.
Charge me or get out.
I tell you what I'm gonna do.
I slice open my arm I charge you with aggravated assault on a peace officer.
My old man was a judge.
You'll do a three-year pop at the San Joa dyke lodge no questions asked.
There's a big rally at the Christian Center in Morada.
The League? Weston's rowdy crowd.
Prison muscle.
Daddy's giving his reformer speech.
Tends to work them up.
- Need you to come with me.
- Why? I told you the truth.
That truth needs to stay between us.
Gonna keep that from your daddy for a while.
Station house.
Zobelle is at the Christian Center in Morada.
Big Aryan membership rally tonight.
- Can Morada P.
D.
Pick them up? - Sounds like Weston's prison crew.
Could get ugly.
Better off sending the sheriffs.
Okay.
Okay.
Hey.
- How's Chibs doing? - The bleeding stopped.
He's still critical but if it holds, he'll be out of the woods.
That's great.
Thank you.
I'm sorry about all this.
I'm telling you as much as I know.
It's okay.
It'll ease up.
Yeah, it will.
Oh, I got a call from Luann.
Apparently there was some kind of firearm incident out at Caracara? No kidding.
- I love you.
- You should.
Checked his house and the cigar shop again.
Still off the map.
Zobelle knows we're looking for him.
- Asshole has to surface.
- We won't be able to do shit.
Feds are on their way.
We're gonna be ass deep in some bad suits by morning.
Shit.
I think we got something.
There's an appointment on Weston's calendar for tonight.
- He tagged it "EZ, MCC.
" - Ethan Zobelle.
Morada Christian Center, off Alhambra.
What's going on? They think they know where Zobelle is.
Christian Center, Morada.
Shit.
Understand you had a new partner today.
- Just trying to contain this.
So much for that plan.
- Uh-oh.
- There's something I need to tell you.
You girls swapping diaries again? Huh? - I needed some information.
- Oh, shit.
You have no idea.
Come on.
I'd prefer the feds didn't see the beating I'm about to take.
- Yeah.
- When are the sheriffs coming? I called them.
I'm not sure.
Why? I had to tell Hale.
He was getting seduced by Zobelle's "I'm good for Charming" bullshit.
I'm sorry.
That thing that happened to Chibs, it was definitely Zobelle? Can't prove shit but I know it in my gut.
We all do.
Well, nothing I know could've stopped that blast.
Clay taking on what happened to me would've made it worse.
That's right.
I'm sorry.
Hey, this ain't on you, sweetheart.
I'm start I'm starting to think that it's all on me.
I know.
Couple buses out front, a few cars in the lot Zobelle's Mercedes, two AB guys out front.
- Yeah, there's a side door.
It'll be easy.
Good.
We kick in the doors.
We grab Zobelle? We do it in front of an audience? Come on, it's Weston's crew.
It's a handful of ex-cons and scumbags.
- Not really reliable witnesses.
- We'll let them make the first move.
It's more than a handful.
It's a membership rally.
It's gonna be packed with AB.
- How the hell do you know that? - Hale grilled Zobelle's daughter.
He's sending sheriffs to pick him up for questioning.
- We got cops on the way? - Yup.
Well, then.
We better hurry.
- Anything else you wanna tell us? - Yeah.
We do this, we all go to jail.
AKs and shotguns.
Let's go.
You, Juice, Hap, take the side.
Come on.
Keep your mouth shut.
Give me that.
- Yeah? Ready? - We're set.
- Five count.
One, two Hey, hey.
What's going on? - What the hell, man? - Jesus Christ.
Outside! Got him.
Gotta get the hell out of here.
Out! Now! Now! And before I'd be a slave I'd be buried in my grave Shit.
Call it in.
And go home to my Lord and be free Drop the guns.
Now! Christ.
- Drop them! Now! All right.
Let me see your hands.
They'll be shouting over me And before I'd be a slave I'd be buried in my grave And go home to my Lord and be free They'll be praying They'll be praying - They'll be praying over me - Over me And before I'd be a slave I'll be buried in my grave And go home to my Lord and be free Oh, freedom Oh, freedom Oh, freedom over me And before I'd be a slave I'll be buried in my grave And go home to my Lord and be free Oh, shit.
Oh, freedom One, two, three.
- Oh, freedom over me - Over me And before I'd be a slave I'd be buried in my grave And go home to my Lord and be free And go home to my Lord and be free And go home to my Lord and be free