Sons of Anarchy s03e01 Episode Script
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No milk today My love has gone away The bottle stands forlorn A symbol of the dawn No milk today It seems a common sight But people passing by Don't know the reason why No milk today It wasn't always so The company was gay They'd turn night into day But all that's left is a place Dark and lonely A terraced house In a mean street back of town Becomes a shrine When I think of you only Just two up Two down Laroy called.
They found the guy.
Okay.
You talk to Tig? Yeah.
They moved Gemma to a motel outside Rogue River, club friendly.
Look, Tig and the Oregon guys, they'll take care of her.
She's gonna be okay.
- I don't want her finding out about Abel.
- I know.
Had to tell her about Sack.
That shit's been all over the papers, but the kidnapping hasn't hit the news.
We should be able to protect her from it.
Where is he? P.
D.
let them back into the house yesterday.
Let's go get him.
It's okay.
I'll stay here, tidy up.
The bottle stands forlorn A symbol of the dawn Oh, man.
Shit.
It's me.
Breakfast.
Mmm.
- It's low-fat bran.
- You trying to tell me something? You kidding? You're the hottest fugitive I know, baby.
Yeah, thanks.
- Need anything else? - You talk to Clay? - No, I talked to Bobby.
- Anything? - We've been here two days.
Take it easy.
- I need to talk to my family.
I gotta go out and pick up a few burners.
Okay.
You don't gotta go.
Relax, Tiggy.
I don't want you to go down on me.
Just tired of talking to myself.
I knew that.
Nursery.
- Hello.
- Shit.
Jax.
Jackie boy.
Come on, kid.
He's been like this since it happened.
I don't know what to do.
We'll take care of him.
We got some info on Abel.
Laroy found a guy who made some ID for Cameron.
- Hey.
Jackie boy.
Come on, shower.
Come on.
Come on, kid.
Hold on, sweetheart.
Love on the line.
Thanks, Bobby.
Hello, my love.
Hey, baby.
You doing all right? Yeah.
Place okay? It's a It's a shithole, but I'm safe.
Burying the prospect today? Wake tonight, funeral tomorrow.
I should be there.
I know.
I miss you so much.
I miss you too.
We'll figure this shit out, baby.
Oh, yeah, I know that.
I love you.
I love you.
Can I talk to Jax? - He just, uh, jumped in the shower.
- Okay.
Hey, kiss Abel for me.
Tell my boys I love them.
Absolutely.
We'll talk later, right? Yeah.
Bye.
Bye.
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 Thanks.
Can I? Can I talk to you for a second? Sure.
Hale pushed it back as far as he could, but I have to talk to Stahl and FBI tell them what I saw.
- Okay.
- I tried to ask Jax what I should - As much of the truth as you can.
We want everybody looking for Abel.
Just give them the basics.
Feds know who Cameron is, his Real IRA ties.
All you gotta do is leave out the details about our association.
But if those details help find him They won't.
Cameron killed Sack and took my grandson because Stahl lied and framed Gemma.
That's the real truth.
Hey.
You've done good, sweetheart.
You really stepped up.
You're the best thing that happened to Jax.
We're all so glad you're around.
Can you ride? Yeah.
Give me a minute.
I think you blame me.
This has nothing to do with you.
None of it does.
None of it? I'm sorry this happened.
I had no right asking you for this.
Asking me for what? Wanting you to stay be part of what I am.
I didn't think it through.
Obviously, I do that.
I don't think shit through what it might do to other people.
I'm not other people.
You should have gone back to Chicago.
The shit that happened with Kohn that should have been the end.
You're not making sense.
This has to be the end.
You gotta get out from Charming, away from me.
Jax, you - You can't just expect me to - Just Tara.
Please don't complicate it, okay? It's simple.
You don't belong here.
With Zobelle gone, I doubt if Alvarez will be tapping into white muscle and guns.
Me and Lin should stay consolidated.
Keep pushing into the Mayan streets.
Still gotta find out where the Mexicans are at without the AB hook-up.
Where they're at? You blew holes through his crew, brother.
I'm guessing "Lord of the Brown" is a little pissed Good for business, right? We don't make any money if our guns sit on shelves.
Bullets hitting bodies generates the need for new hardware.
Yeah, well, you know me I'm all about stimulating the economy.
How's he doing? I'm not sure.
Losing a kid, shit is rough, man.
Seen it crush the hardest G.
Me too.
This the guy? Yeah, that's him.
Hey, tell him what you know.
Uh, I think I did some work for the Irishman you're looking for.
- Is that him? - Yeah, that's him.
What kind of papers? - Irish passport, American travel visa.
- Means he's trying to leave the country.
What name's he using? - Timothy O'Dell.
Belfast address.
You do an ID for a baby? No.
No, he came alone.
It don't mean nothing, brother.
If he still had Abel, he'd need a passport to get him out of the country.
Maybe Cameron's still local.
Yeah, or maybe he went someplace else for Abel's ID.
Someone trying to hide a kid.
He's not gonna get any papers from me.
I don't want that kind of trouble.
- Where'd you meet this guy? Chinatown.
Any public marinas nearby? Alice Street.
I'll call our friend, see if a Timothy O'Dell's got a boat there.
Thanks, Mr.
Magoo.
All right.
Okay.
I hear you're moving offices.
Yeah.
It'll be official next Thursday.
That's good.
You deserve it.
Thanks.
So, what do you need, Jake? It's been a rough week.
Yeah.
That shit with Zobelle I'm sorry.
Doesn't matter now.
He's Interpol's problem.
Weston's dead, courtesy of Clay, I'm sure.
I saw an opportunity I thought could help this town.
Yeah, I know.
So how are the mayoral plans shaping up? Looks like me and Oswald in the primary.
No one on the Democratic ticket.
Primary is the race.
You think you can beat him? I don't know.
He's got money, got a lot of relationships.
I'm gonna need the chief of police in my corner.
I'm with you, Jake.
That's good to know, brother.
- Dep.
- Yeah.
I just got this fax from the Oakland Port Authority.
This you? Thanks.
So will I see you later at Dubrowski's? I wasn't planning on it.
- Going to a Samcro wake? - Member of this community was murdered.
Yeah.
- Hands to shake and babies to kiss, right? - Yeah, something like that.
You waiting for this? Yeah.
Thanks.
Alice Street marina.
- You thinking about buying a boat? - Maybe.
Do some fishing with all this free time I'm gonna have.
Clay's boy to the very end, huh? Next week this glorious empire is gonna be all yours.
Until then, Sparky, keep your uptight ass out of my sandbox.
I'm supposed to meet someone from the Bureau.
Yeah, he's waiting for you.
Agent Wright, this is Agent Stahl.
I'll be waiting outside.
Come on in.
Have a seat.
Enjoy your debriefing.
Unser said it was Slip 39.
- Nobody gets past here.
Right.
You with us? Yeah.
Let him go, Jimmy.
Empty.
Rip it up.
Gotta be something.
Shit.
- Hey.
What the hell you doing? I gotta borrow a ride.
- What? - Is that your truck? - Hey, you're not doing this.
- Let go of me! I'm sorry.
Yeah.
Look, I I gotta go home.
- Oh, shit.
- He needs me.
APB went wide, sweetheart.
That means every cop in five states knows your face.
Come on.
The feds, they've offered 10K for any info.
We gotta sit tight.
Sorry.
Found a receipt from the marina.
Paid cash.
Couldn't find nothing else.
Yeah.
Needle's on empty.
He wasn't planning no sea voyage.
Let's put this piece of shit out of commission.
- Quietly.
Absolutely.
Who are these fine dark fellows? Looking nervous.
Check it out.
He's totally gone, man.
I got this.
Here we go.
Let's go.
Let's go.
Move.
Move.
Move.
What are you doing? Let's make sure he doesn't take any more boat rides.
- Give me the hat.
- I'll give it back when we find him.
Because we are gonna find him.
You hear me? Hunt you down 'Cause I can't stop, can't stop now Turn your face 'round, turn your face 'round Listen up now, listen up now Sick of workin' that 9 to 5 We fight to stay alive I got you on your knees and now I'll take whatever's mine The song breaks through your crown The Chimpz are here abound We put it to your ears And we will have you on the solid ground We gonna break into your house So get on down and hit the ground It's home invasion, baby One, two, three, just hit Hey, yo, it's Mistah Chuck You know I bring it fresh We came to tear it up Oh, shit.
Until I lose my breath I'm gonna feed it to ya Hey, dude, it's not a threat You just ain't heard us yet All in your back door Been a week since we ate I got a city for sale Go.
I'm all right.
Go, man.
I'm all right.
I'm all right.
We gonna break into your house Thanks, brother.
So get on down and hit the ground One, two, three Just hit the ground We gonna break into your house So get on down and hit the ground It's home invasion, baby One, two, three Give me my gun.
Smash on these fools.
Oh, shit.
Put your shit down.
Put it down.
Put it down.
Just a friendly visit, boys.
Why did this asshole try to blow our heads off? - Just trying to get your attention.
- Oh, well, you got it now, bitch.
- I got his attention.
- I see that.
Now what? We weren't after you at the docks.
The red boat, the beater? - We're looking for the guy who owns it.
- We own that shit now.
The guy that did own it he kidnapped my 8-month-old son.
- Irish dude? - Yeah.
Three days ago, he said he needed some quick cash.
Met him down at the docks, bought the boat, some AKs.
He told us where to find the car, but he didn't have no kid with him.
All right, hey, thanks.
So how's the old man? Still dead.
Yeah, you know, I hear that happens.
What are you doing, cruising for widows? Ha-ha-ha.
No.
Making arrangements for Half-Sack's hole and I'm tired of this run, so Yeah.
Yeah, I know.
You wanna bounce something off of me? I mean, I'm not as smart as J.
T.
, but I've been known to have my moments.
I'm good.
Jax, we don't We don't have shrinks or priests.
You don't wanna talk to me, that's fine.
But you gotta talk to somebody in this club and work this shit out.
I'm trying to find some kind of balance, Piney.
Right thing for my family, club.
Every time I think maybe I'm heading in the right direction I end up in a place I never even knew could feel this bad.
What did I do, man? Look, you're loyal and decent.
You love the right things.
That's who he was.
And I miss him.
I miss him.
When Cameron grabbed the baby, where were you? I slid down onto the floor next to Half-S Kip's body.
He didn't say anything? Why he was taking the baby? About his son being killed? Ransom? I told you, no.
The smallest detail can help us.
He forced me into the nursery, tied me up, left with Abel.
He didn't say a word.
I don't know anything else.
The CHP, the sheriffs, got nothing new on the kid.
It's not looking good.
I'm sorry.
Did you run the name? No Timothy O'Dell in the San Joaquin database.
I'm doing everything I can.
I know you are.
How's our girl doing? Tig get her up north okay? Yeah, she's fine.
Probably best I don't give you too many details.
Um, tell her I asked about her, all right? Hey.
Hey! You ain't no use to your family in a federal lockup.
Give me a minute.
See if she talks about him.
It's okay.
Great.
- You okay? - Yeah.
I'm fine too, thanks.
You know, I find it very hard to believe that you never bumped into Cameron Hayes before the other day.
Been in town for months running guns for your future father-in-law.
Hard to believe you still got a badge after what you did to Gemma.
What I did? Gemma came in guns blazing.
I barely escaped with my life.
You're a despicable woman.
Stay out of my business.
Or what, doctor, hmm? What, you're gonna have one of Jax's boys gun me down? I don't need a boy to handle my shit.
You stay away from my family.
Well, Gemma trains them well.
I'll give her that.
Where is she, Clay? No idea.
Well, we'll find her.
From what I hear, that's not gonna matter much for you.
Chief tells me you really pissed off the FBI stepping on a three-year neo-Nazi sting.
Lot of bad guys out there.
Sometimes the pursuit gets a little messy, you know? That why your bosses pulled you off the Irish? Because it got a little messy? Seems avoiding the bad shooting hit didn't do you much good, after all.
All you did by framing Gemma was get a man killed and a baby kidnapped.
Anything happens to my grandson anything I promise you I'm gonna shove a gun up that bony ass of yours and I'm gonna blow your black heart out.
Jesus Christ.
All right.
Goddamn it! Really? - Oh, shit.
- What the hell? You stealing my car, bitch? No, I'm the valet, shithead! I'll kill you.
Are you out of your goddamn mind? Yeah, maybe a little.
Jesus.
- You all right? - I'm okay.
Gemma, you almost cut the guy's joint off.
If I wanted him dickless, it'd be laying on the ground.
It's a flesh wound.
Oh, good.
Well, that flesh wound's gonna cost this club a shitload of favors.
You know you're not gonna be able to keep me here, right? I'm going whether you like it or not.
Gemma, why you doing this to me? Why? I promised Clay I would keep you safe.
Then you better come with me, Tigger.
What are you doing? I asked Dr.
Namid if I could assist on his biliary atresia.
- My suspension has been lifted.
- I know.
But with what you just went through I never expected to see you in scrubs.
It's better if I'm busy.
I'd like to get back into the O.
R.
Starting incision.
- Are you all right? - Can you do it? Can? - Can you do this? - Dr.
Knowles? - I'll finish up.
- I got it.
You should go.
No.
You know, I didn't come back to Charming to run away from Kohn.
And I didn't stay because of what we did to him.
Doesn't matter now.
When Donna was killed those things you said to me in the hospital about my life being a series of hit and runs that my face was the only one you saw I shouldn't have said that shit.
It was the truth! I have created this very serious life for myself.
And when I'm inside it, I barely know myself.
I have these moments sometimes in the middle of a surgery when suddenly I'm aware of my hands you know, doing these extraordinary things.
And I think, "Whose hands are these? What am I? What am I doing here?" When I'm with you, I never ask that question.
I'm not the answer.
Look at me.
Look at this.
I am always looking at it.
My brain never stops.
Why am I here? You know, should I be here? Am I afraid to stay, afraid to go, afraid to be a mother? Shit, it's endless.
I drive myself crazy.
None of that matters.
I know.
That's become so clear to me.
The noise doesn't matter.
We don't know who we are until we're connected to someone else.
We're just better human beings when we're with the person we're supposed to be with.
I wasn't supposed to leave.
I belong here.
Hey, Gem, you know, maybe we should have called first.
No.
He never answers the phone.
That was her job.
Come on.
Can I help you? If it's those colored boys again you tell them we don't need any more magazines.
Just tell the reverend I'm not here to sell him any magazines.
I'm his daughter.
Sorry.
I didn't know you were coming by.
Gemma.
I'm Tig.
Amelia.
I'm his caregiver.
Your mom hired me about six months ago when she couldn't handle him anymore.
I live in.
I didn't know he got that bad.
How's he doing? Depends.
Some days he's sharper than me.
Others he barely knows where he is.
Does he know Rose died? Some folks from the church came by, tried to tell him.
But trauma like that, it usually sends them deeper into the dementia.
It's probably for the best.
Excuse me, you got a place I can wash up? - Sure, yeah.
- Yeah? Just this way.
Hi, Daddy.
It's Gemma.
Oh, my My God! I My baby girl.
- Yeah.
- My baby girl.
It's me.
It's me.
Your mama's gonna be so glad to see you.
Rose? Rose? Rosie.
Where are you, sweetie? You'll never guess who's here.
Rosie? Oh, she's She's probably down at Potenta's getting her hair done.
Yeah.
Sit with me.
Okay, Daddy.
Come on, Daddy.
Here.
Yeah, she'll be back soon.
I hope not.
Come here.
Come here.
Mr.
President.
All right then.
Good to see you.
- Such a shame.
- Yeah.
No doubt.
- Very good.
Let's talk about it.
Yeah.
Right.
Go in.
Head around the back.
Yes.
It's unbelievable.
Archbishop Dome didn't get this kind of turnout when he passed.
Makes folks a little nervous when they see Samcro vulnerable.
It's not supposed to happen to them in Charming.
Well, they should get nervous.
See these scumbags for what they really are.
If you're here to win votes, you may wanna keep that sentiment to yourself.
Thanks for your advice, chief.
I didn't mean to bite your head off earlier.
I'm sorry.
Yeah, me too.
It's been a shitty few days for both teams.
That, it has.
- Thanks for coming down.
- Yeah.
Sorry about the prospect.
I liked that little guy.
I was just telling Kozik that we need bodies around our table.
We're so deep in our shit forgetting to grow club ranks.
Got three hanger-ons we can bring up.
- Filthy-Phil, Shepard and Miles.
- Good.
Happy's tired of nomading.
He'd rather land here than up north.
Happy's a welcome addition.
Tell them.
Tacoma's growing a little thick.
I was hoping to jump to a smaller charter.
Thinking about coming back to Charming? Yeah, gonna put in a request to transfer next church.
That in's on Tig, brother.
We'll make it happen.
All right, man.
We will? Made it through Iraqi minefields only to get taken out in a goddamn kitchen.
How you holding up, son? I'm okay.
- You talk to Mom? - Yeah, this morning.
She's good.
Worried about her family.
She doesn't know about Abel.
She'd take it on, make it her burden.
That wouldn't be helping anybody.
Makes sense.
Makes sense for you too.
Probably 40, 50 patches watching us right now.
We represent the past, present and future of this club.
Sure, the Sons are a democratic organization but everybody knows what happens in Charming sets the tone for every charter.
And what's happening in Charming? You tell me.
These men behind us they love you they respect you and they understand your grief.
But they're also wondering what you're gonna do with it.
- That's my business.
- No, it isn't.
A lot of these guys are old enough to remember what happened to your old man.
How he fell apart, lost focus when Thomas died.
Yeah, well, I'm not my old man.
I know that, but they don't.
You gotta show them something.
Make the hard choice, son.
And what choice would that be? Either Abel is dead, and you want revenge or he's alive, and you would kill to find him.
If you can't make that decision then get down on your hands and knees and pray for something to get you there.
Fast.
Out in the desert There's a soldier lying dead Vultures pecking the eyes out of his head Another day that could have Been me there instead Nobody loves me here Nobody loves me here Dad's gonna kill me Dad's gonna kill me You hit the booby trap And you're in pieces With every bullet Your risk increases Old Ali Baba He's a different species Nobody loves me here Nobody loves me here Dad's gonna kill me Dad's gonna kill me - Mother of Christ! - Mo, can I talk to you? - Cammy, what are you doing here? - Please, Maureen? Get in.
Quick, before anybody sees you.
- Get that child out of the damp.
- Thank you.
I'm dead meat in my Humvee Frankenstein I hit the road block Somehow I never hit the mine The dice rolled and I got lucky this time And Dad's gonna kill me Dad's gonna kill me I've got a wife, a kid Another on the way I might get home If I can live through today Before I came out here I never used to pray Nobody loves me here Nobody loves me here Dad's gonna kill me Dad's in a bad mood Dad's got the blues It's someone else's mess That I didn't choose At least we're winning On the Fox evening news Go! Go, go! Go, go, go! Dawn Patrol went out And didn't come back Hug the wire And pray like I told you, Mac Or they'll be shoveling bits of you Into a sack Dad's gonna kill me Oh, shit! Dad's gonna kill me Oh, God.
Down! Down! Down! That's my baby boy! Oh, my God! He's hurt! Somebody get help! Somebody get help! My baby! Don't move! Help me! Tell me he's gonna be okay.
My baby boy.
Dad's gonna kill me Shit! Jax! Dad's gonna kill me
They found the guy.
Okay.
You talk to Tig? Yeah.
They moved Gemma to a motel outside Rogue River, club friendly.
Look, Tig and the Oregon guys, they'll take care of her.
She's gonna be okay.
- I don't want her finding out about Abel.
- I know.
Had to tell her about Sack.
That shit's been all over the papers, but the kidnapping hasn't hit the news.
We should be able to protect her from it.
Where is he? P.
D.
let them back into the house yesterday.
Let's go get him.
It's okay.
I'll stay here, tidy up.
The bottle stands forlorn A symbol of the dawn Oh, man.
Shit.
It's me.
Breakfast.
Mmm.
- It's low-fat bran.
- You trying to tell me something? You kidding? You're the hottest fugitive I know, baby.
Yeah, thanks.
- Need anything else? - You talk to Clay? - No, I talked to Bobby.
- Anything? - We've been here two days.
Take it easy.
- I need to talk to my family.
I gotta go out and pick up a few burners.
Okay.
You don't gotta go.
Relax, Tiggy.
I don't want you to go down on me.
Just tired of talking to myself.
I knew that.
Nursery.
- Hello.
- Shit.
Jax.
Jackie boy.
Come on, kid.
He's been like this since it happened.
I don't know what to do.
We'll take care of him.
We got some info on Abel.
Laroy found a guy who made some ID for Cameron.
- Hey.
Jackie boy.
Come on, shower.
Come on.
Come on, kid.
Hold on, sweetheart.
Love on the line.
Thanks, Bobby.
Hello, my love.
Hey, baby.
You doing all right? Yeah.
Place okay? It's a It's a shithole, but I'm safe.
Burying the prospect today? Wake tonight, funeral tomorrow.
I should be there.
I know.
I miss you so much.
I miss you too.
We'll figure this shit out, baby.
Oh, yeah, I know that.
I love you.
I love you.
Can I talk to Jax? - He just, uh, jumped in the shower.
- Okay.
Hey, kiss Abel for me.
Tell my boys I love them.
Absolutely.
We'll talk later, right? Yeah.
Bye.
Bye.
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 Thanks.
Can I? Can I talk to you for a second? Sure.
Hale pushed it back as far as he could, but I have to talk to Stahl and FBI tell them what I saw.
- Okay.
- I tried to ask Jax what I should - As much of the truth as you can.
We want everybody looking for Abel.
Just give them the basics.
Feds know who Cameron is, his Real IRA ties.
All you gotta do is leave out the details about our association.
But if those details help find him They won't.
Cameron killed Sack and took my grandson because Stahl lied and framed Gemma.
That's the real truth.
Hey.
You've done good, sweetheart.
You really stepped up.
You're the best thing that happened to Jax.
We're all so glad you're around.
Can you ride? Yeah.
Give me a minute.
I think you blame me.
This has nothing to do with you.
None of it does.
None of it? I'm sorry this happened.
I had no right asking you for this.
Asking me for what? Wanting you to stay be part of what I am.
I didn't think it through.
Obviously, I do that.
I don't think shit through what it might do to other people.
I'm not other people.
You should have gone back to Chicago.
The shit that happened with Kohn that should have been the end.
You're not making sense.
This has to be the end.
You gotta get out from Charming, away from me.
Jax, you - You can't just expect me to - Just Tara.
Please don't complicate it, okay? It's simple.
You don't belong here.
With Zobelle gone, I doubt if Alvarez will be tapping into white muscle and guns.
Me and Lin should stay consolidated.
Keep pushing into the Mayan streets.
Still gotta find out where the Mexicans are at without the AB hook-up.
Where they're at? You blew holes through his crew, brother.
I'm guessing "Lord of the Brown" is a little pissed Good for business, right? We don't make any money if our guns sit on shelves.
Bullets hitting bodies generates the need for new hardware.
Yeah, well, you know me I'm all about stimulating the economy.
How's he doing? I'm not sure.
Losing a kid, shit is rough, man.
Seen it crush the hardest G.
Me too.
This the guy? Yeah, that's him.
Hey, tell him what you know.
Uh, I think I did some work for the Irishman you're looking for.
- Is that him? - Yeah, that's him.
What kind of papers? - Irish passport, American travel visa.
- Means he's trying to leave the country.
What name's he using? - Timothy O'Dell.
Belfast address.
You do an ID for a baby? No.
No, he came alone.
It don't mean nothing, brother.
If he still had Abel, he'd need a passport to get him out of the country.
Maybe Cameron's still local.
Yeah, or maybe he went someplace else for Abel's ID.
Someone trying to hide a kid.
He's not gonna get any papers from me.
I don't want that kind of trouble.
- Where'd you meet this guy? Chinatown.
Any public marinas nearby? Alice Street.
I'll call our friend, see if a Timothy O'Dell's got a boat there.
Thanks, Mr.
Magoo.
All right.
Okay.
I hear you're moving offices.
Yeah.
It'll be official next Thursday.
That's good.
You deserve it.
Thanks.
So, what do you need, Jake? It's been a rough week.
Yeah.
That shit with Zobelle I'm sorry.
Doesn't matter now.
He's Interpol's problem.
Weston's dead, courtesy of Clay, I'm sure.
I saw an opportunity I thought could help this town.
Yeah, I know.
So how are the mayoral plans shaping up? Looks like me and Oswald in the primary.
No one on the Democratic ticket.
Primary is the race.
You think you can beat him? I don't know.
He's got money, got a lot of relationships.
I'm gonna need the chief of police in my corner.
I'm with you, Jake.
That's good to know, brother.
- Dep.
- Yeah.
I just got this fax from the Oakland Port Authority.
This you? Thanks.
So will I see you later at Dubrowski's? I wasn't planning on it.
- Going to a Samcro wake? - Member of this community was murdered.
Yeah.
- Hands to shake and babies to kiss, right? - Yeah, something like that.
You waiting for this? Yeah.
Thanks.
Alice Street marina.
- You thinking about buying a boat? - Maybe.
Do some fishing with all this free time I'm gonna have.
Clay's boy to the very end, huh? Next week this glorious empire is gonna be all yours.
Until then, Sparky, keep your uptight ass out of my sandbox.
I'm supposed to meet someone from the Bureau.
Yeah, he's waiting for you.
Agent Wright, this is Agent Stahl.
I'll be waiting outside.
Come on in.
Have a seat.
Enjoy your debriefing.
Unser said it was Slip 39.
- Nobody gets past here.
Right.
You with us? Yeah.
Let him go, Jimmy.
Empty.
Rip it up.
Gotta be something.
Shit.
- Hey.
What the hell you doing? I gotta borrow a ride.
- What? - Is that your truck? - Hey, you're not doing this.
- Let go of me! I'm sorry.
Yeah.
Look, I I gotta go home.
- Oh, shit.
- He needs me.
APB went wide, sweetheart.
That means every cop in five states knows your face.
Come on.
The feds, they've offered 10K for any info.
We gotta sit tight.
Sorry.
Found a receipt from the marina.
Paid cash.
Couldn't find nothing else.
Yeah.
Needle's on empty.
He wasn't planning no sea voyage.
Let's put this piece of shit out of commission.
- Quietly.
Absolutely.
Who are these fine dark fellows? Looking nervous.
Check it out.
He's totally gone, man.
I got this.
Here we go.
Let's go.
Let's go.
Move.
Move.
Move.
What are you doing? Let's make sure he doesn't take any more boat rides.
- Give me the hat.
- I'll give it back when we find him.
Because we are gonna find him.
You hear me? Hunt you down 'Cause I can't stop, can't stop now Turn your face 'round, turn your face 'round Listen up now, listen up now Sick of workin' that 9 to 5 We fight to stay alive I got you on your knees and now I'll take whatever's mine The song breaks through your crown The Chimpz are here abound We put it to your ears And we will have you on the solid ground We gonna break into your house So get on down and hit the ground It's home invasion, baby One, two, three, just hit Hey, yo, it's Mistah Chuck You know I bring it fresh We came to tear it up Oh, shit.
Until I lose my breath I'm gonna feed it to ya Hey, dude, it's not a threat You just ain't heard us yet All in your back door Been a week since we ate I got a city for sale Go.
I'm all right.
Go, man.
I'm all right.
I'm all right.
We gonna break into your house Thanks, brother.
So get on down and hit the ground One, two, three Just hit the ground We gonna break into your house So get on down and hit the ground It's home invasion, baby One, two, three Give me my gun.
Smash on these fools.
Oh, shit.
Put your shit down.
Put it down.
Put it down.
Just a friendly visit, boys.
Why did this asshole try to blow our heads off? - Just trying to get your attention.
- Oh, well, you got it now, bitch.
- I got his attention.
- I see that.
Now what? We weren't after you at the docks.
The red boat, the beater? - We're looking for the guy who owns it.
- We own that shit now.
The guy that did own it he kidnapped my 8-month-old son.
- Irish dude? - Yeah.
Three days ago, he said he needed some quick cash.
Met him down at the docks, bought the boat, some AKs.
He told us where to find the car, but he didn't have no kid with him.
All right, hey, thanks.
So how's the old man? Still dead.
Yeah, you know, I hear that happens.
What are you doing, cruising for widows? Ha-ha-ha.
No.
Making arrangements for Half-Sack's hole and I'm tired of this run, so Yeah.
Yeah, I know.
You wanna bounce something off of me? I mean, I'm not as smart as J.
T.
, but I've been known to have my moments.
I'm good.
Jax, we don't We don't have shrinks or priests.
You don't wanna talk to me, that's fine.
But you gotta talk to somebody in this club and work this shit out.
I'm trying to find some kind of balance, Piney.
Right thing for my family, club.
Every time I think maybe I'm heading in the right direction I end up in a place I never even knew could feel this bad.
What did I do, man? Look, you're loyal and decent.
You love the right things.
That's who he was.
And I miss him.
I miss him.
When Cameron grabbed the baby, where were you? I slid down onto the floor next to Half-S Kip's body.
He didn't say anything? Why he was taking the baby? About his son being killed? Ransom? I told you, no.
The smallest detail can help us.
He forced me into the nursery, tied me up, left with Abel.
He didn't say a word.
I don't know anything else.
The CHP, the sheriffs, got nothing new on the kid.
It's not looking good.
I'm sorry.
Did you run the name? No Timothy O'Dell in the San Joaquin database.
I'm doing everything I can.
I know you are.
How's our girl doing? Tig get her up north okay? Yeah, she's fine.
Probably best I don't give you too many details.
Um, tell her I asked about her, all right? Hey.
Hey! You ain't no use to your family in a federal lockup.
Give me a minute.
See if she talks about him.
It's okay.
Great.
- You okay? - Yeah.
I'm fine too, thanks.
You know, I find it very hard to believe that you never bumped into Cameron Hayes before the other day.
Been in town for months running guns for your future father-in-law.
Hard to believe you still got a badge after what you did to Gemma.
What I did? Gemma came in guns blazing.
I barely escaped with my life.
You're a despicable woman.
Stay out of my business.
Or what, doctor, hmm? What, you're gonna have one of Jax's boys gun me down? I don't need a boy to handle my shit.
You stay away from my family.
Well, Gemma trains them well.
I'll give her that.
Where is she, Clay? No idea.
Well, we'll find her.
From what I hear, that's not gonna matter much for you.
Chief tells me you really pissed off the FBI stepping on a three-year neo-Nazi sting.
Lot of bad guys out there.
Sometimes the pursuit gets a little messy, you know? That why your bosses pulled you off the Irish? Because it got a little messy? Seems avoiding the bad shooting hit didn't do you much good, after all.
All you did by framing Gemma was get a man killed and a baby kidnapped.
Anything happens to my grandson anything I promise you I'm gonna shove a gun up that bony ass of yours and I'm gonna blow your black heart out.
Jesus Christ.
All right.
Goddamn it! Really? - Oh, shit.
- What the hell? You stealing my car, bitch? No, I'm the valet, shithead! I'll kill you.
Are you out of your goddamn mind? Yeah, maybe a little.
Jesus.
- You all right? - I'm okay.
Gemma, you almost cut the guy's joint off.
If I wanted him dickless, it'd be laying on the ground.
It's a flesh wound.
Oh, good.
Well, that flesh wound's gonna cost this club a shitload of favors.
You know you're not gonna be able to keep me here, right? I'm going whether you like it or not.
Gemma, why you doing this to me? Why? I promised Clay I would keep you safe.
Then you better come with me, Tigger.
What are you doing? I asked Dr.
Namid if I could assist on his biliary atresia.
- My suspension has been lifted.
- I know.
But with what you just went through I never expected to see you in scrubs.
It's better if I'm busy.
I'd like to get back into the O.
R.
Starting incision.
- Are you all right? - Can you do it? Can? - Can you do this? - Dr.
Knowles? - I'll finish up.
- I got it.
You should go.
No.
You know, I didn't come back to Charming to run away from Kohn.
And I didn't stay because of what we did to him.
Doesn't matter now.
When Donna was killed those things you said to me in the hospital about my life being a series of hit and runs that my face was the only one you saw I shouldn't have said that shit.
It was the truth! I have created this very serious life for myself.
And when I'm inside it, I barely know myself.
I have these moments sometimes in the middle of a surgery when suddenly I'm aware of my hands you know, doing these extraordinary things.
And I think, "Whose hands are these? What am I? What am I doing here?" When I'm with you, I never ask that question.
I'm not the answer.
Look at me.
Look at this.
I am always looking at it.
My brain never stops.
Why am I here? You know, should I be here? Am I afraid to stay, afraid to go, afraid to be a mother? Shit, it's endless.
I drive myself crazy.
None of that matters.
I know.
That's become so clear to me.
The noise doesn't matter.
We don't know who we are until we're connected to someone else.
We're just better human beings when we're with the person we're supposed to be with.
I wasn't supposed to leave.
I belong here.
Hey, Gem, you know, maybe we should have called first.
No.
He never answers the phone.
That was her job.
Come on.
Can I help you? If it's those colored boys again you tell them we don't need any more magazines.
Just tell the reverend I'm not here to sell him any magazines.
I'm his daughter.
Sorry.
I didn't know you were coming by.
Gemma.
I'm Tig.
Amelia.
I'm his caregiver.
Your mom hired me about six months ago when she couldn't handle him anymore.
I live in.
I didn't know he got that bad.
How's he doing? Depends.
Some days he's sharper than me.
Others he barely knows where he is.
Does he know Rose died? Some folks from the church came by, tried to tell him.
But trauma like that, it usually sends them deeper into the dementia.
It's probably for the best.
Excuse me, you got a place I can wash up? - Sure, yeah.
- Yeah? Just this way.
Hi, Daddy.
It's Gemma.
Oh, my My God! I My baby girl.
- Yeah.
- My baby girl.
It's me.
It's me.
Your mama's gonna be so glad to see you.
Rose? Rose? Rosie.
Where are you, sweetie? You'll never guess who's here.
Rosie? Oh, she's She's probably down at Potenta's getting her hair done.
Yeah.
Sit with me.
Okay, Daddy.
Come on, Daddy.
Here.
Yeah, she'll be back soon.
I hope not.
Come here.
Come here.
Mr.
President.
All right then.
Good to see you.
- Such a shame.
- Yeah.
No doubt.
- Very good.
Let's talk about it.
Yeah.
Right.
Go in.
Head around the back.
Yes.
It's unbelievable.
Archbishop Dome didn't get this kind of turnout when he passed.
Makes folks a little nervous when they see Samcro vulnerable.
It's not supposed to happen to them in Charming.
Well, they should get nervous.
See these scumbags for what they really are.
If you're here to win votes, you may wanna keep that sentiment to yourself.
Thanks for your advice, chief.
I didn't mean to bite your head off earlier.
I'm sorry.
Yeah, me too.
It's been a shitty few days for both teams.
That, it has.
- Thanks for coming down.
- Yeah.
Sorry about the prospect.
I liked that little guy.
I was just telling Kozik that we need bodies around our table.
We're so deep in our shit forgetting to grow club ranks.
Got three hanger-ons we can bring up.
- Filthy-Phil, Shepard and Miles.
- Good.
Happy's tired of nomading.
He'd rather land here than up north.
Happy's a welcome addition.
Tell them.
Tacoma's growing a little thick.
I was hoping to jump to a smaller charter.
Thinking about coming back to Charming? Yeah, gonna put in a request to transfer next church.
That in's on Tig, brother.
We'll make it happen.
All right, man.
We will? Made it through Iraqi minefields only to get taken out in a goddamn kitchen.
How you holding up, son? I'm okay.
- You talk to Mom? - Yeah, this morning.
She's good.
Worried about her family.
She doesn't know about Abel.
She'd take it on, make it her burden.
That wouldn't be helping anybody.
Makes sense.
Makes sense for you too.
Probably 40, 50 patches watching us right now.
We represent the past, present and future of this club.
Sure, the Sons are a democratic organization but everybody knows what happens in Charming sets the tone for every charter.
And what's happening in Charming? You tell me.
These men behind us they love you they respect you and they understand your grief.
But they're also wondering what you're gonna do with it.
- That's my business.
- No, it isn't.
A lot of these guys are old enough to remember what happened to your old man.
How he fell apart, lost focus when Thomas died.
Yeah, well, I'm not my old man.
I know that, but they don't.
You gotta show them something.
Make the hard choice, son.
And what choice would that be? Either Abel is dead, and you want revenge or he's alive, and you would kill to find him.
If you can't make that decision then get down on your hands and knees and pray for something to get you there.
Fast.
Out in the desert There's a soldier lying dead Vultures pecking the eyes out of his head Another day that could have Been me there instead Nobody loves me here Nobody loves me here Dad's gonna kill me Dad's gonna kill me You hit the booby trap And you're in pieces With every bullet Your risk increases Old Ali Baba He's a different species Nobody loves me here Nobody loves me here Dad's gonna kill me Dad's gonna kill me - Mother of Christ! - Mo, can I talk to you? - Cammy, what are you doing here? - Please, Maureen? Get in.
Quick, before anybody sees you.
- Get that child out of the damp.
- Thank you.
I'm dead meat in my Humvee Frankenstein I hit the road block Somehow I never hit the mine The dice rolled and I got lucky this time And Dad's gonna kill me Dad's gonna kill me I've got a wife, a kid Another on the way I might get home If I can live through today Before I came out here I never used to pray Nobody loves me here Nobody loves me here Dad's gonna kill me Dad's in a bad mood Dad's got the blues It's someone else's mess That I didn't choose At least we're winning On the Fox evening news Go! Go, go! Go, go, go! Dawn Patrol went out And didn't come back Hug the wire And pray like I told you, Mac Or they'll be shoveling bits of you Into a sack Dad's gonna kill me Oh, shit! Dad's gonna kill me Oh, God.
Down! Down! Down! That's my baby boy! Oh, my God! He's hurt! Somebody get help! Somebody get help! My baby! Don't move! Help me! Tell me he's gonna be okay.
My baby boy.
Dad's gonna kill me Shit! Jax! Dad's gonna kill me