TARA: Previously on Sons of Anarchy...
GAALAN: When Clay is back at the table, we can discuss the deal. The only way this deal happens is if he's runnin' it.
GEMMA: - You... EMMA JEAN: - What's going on?
CARLA: Your little tantrum got us all locked up. Someone reported prostitution.
NERO: Eviction notice. You really want to help? Save the chick your mom almost k*lled before my guys finish the job.
FIASCO: - I want a thumb. And a tit.
JAX: - Okay. Call Skeeter. See who he's burning.
NERO: Cara Cara?
JAX: There's an old Elks Lodge. It's the perfect location. I'll cover all the new start-up costs. Then we split everything, 50/50. My mom. I can't mix business and family. You gotta stay clear of Gemma.
NERO: Okay.
UNSER: Wondering if you found any pattern to these break-ins. The b*at-down was obligatory, not angry.
JAX: I think Opie's been looking for a way out since Donna d*ed. He went out a warrior.
JAX: It's hard not to hate. People, things, institutions. When they break your spirit and take pleasure in watching you bleed... hate is the only feeling that makes sense. But I know what hate does to a man. Tears him apart. Turns him into something he's not. Something he promised himself he'd never become.
That's what I need to tell you. To let you know how hard I'm trying not to cave under the weight of all the awful things I feel in my heart. Impulsive reactions racing to solutions, miles ahead of my brain. When I look at my day, I realize that most of it was spent cleaning up the damage of the day before.
In that life, I have no future. All I have is distraction and remorse. I buried my best friend three days ago, and as cliché as this sounds, I left a part of me in that box. A part I barely knew. A part I'll never see again.
Every day is a new box, boys. You open it, you take a look at what's inside. You're the one who determines if it's a gift or a coffin.
(knock on door)
BOBBY: Ready to do this?
JAX: Yeah.
BOBBY: Ah, yeah.
JAX: Mr. Mayor.
Do you mind if we join you?
(Jacob sighs)
JACOB: I was just reading an article on these, uh, home invasion att*cks.
People are very scared.
JAX: Mm.
I don't blame them.
JACOB: Most think it's tied to the, uh, "criminal element" here in Charming.
BOBBY: The city council?
JACOB: What do you want from me?
JAX: There is a commercial building you own, out on Castle Road, Morada border.
JACOB: Old Elks Lodge.
JAX: That's right.
We know it's been vacant for over a year.
JAX: We'd like to lease it.
JACOB: Automotive?
CHIBS: Not exactly.
JAX: Escort service.
(Jacob laughs)
JACOB: You're kidding me?
You-you-you think I'm going to let you set up a prostitution ring in one of my properties?
BOBBY: Very legit.
JACOB: Mm.
BOBBY: Our partner has all the permits and licenses.
JACOB: Good for him.
And there are lots of other
"very legit" properties to rent.
JAX: We like being in business with people we know.
JACOB: Forget it.
Never gonna happen.
JAX: It's unfortunate about Charming Heights.
Minutes from the last six city council meetings.
It's not looking good for your dream project.
First you lost your investors, now there's a motion before council to revert the land back to agriculture.
It's all gonna go away.
That vote happens soon, right?
JACOB: Next week.
JAX: Well, according to the preliminaries, you're gonna be one vote shy of holding onto that land.
JACOB: I have poured my life's blood into this project, and I'm not gonna let you sabotage it.
JAX: You're missing the point here, Mayor.
I know how important Charming Heights is to you.
To this town.
We're gonna make your dream come true.
I'll be in touch.
♪ 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 bed ♪
♪ Until you die ♪
♪ Gotta look this life ♪
♪ in the eye ♪
JAX: All right.
Meeting's all set with Gaalan and the cartel.
Finally get this big g*n deal locked down.
Make green and brown happy.
CLAY: It's currently black that concerns me.
FRANKIE: Everyone else, too.
People putting this home invasion sh*t on the club.
GOGO: Yeah, locals are very skittish, man.
JAX: We can't control what people think.
Charming's love and hate swings back and forth on us.
It always has.
CLAY: Be aware, son.
As long as these att*cks keep happening, that hate swings that far out... may never get the love back.
TIG: You guys are all full of sh*t.
Town knows these att*cks are not on us.
That's right. - It's true.
FRANKIE: You calling us liars, Tiggy?
TIG: - Well... CHIBS: - No, no, what he's saying is...
TIG: - Well... CHIBS: - ...you, you, and you don't know sh*t about our town.
GREG: Knows Roosevelt's gonna be up our ass.
JAX: I'm sitting down with Pope as soon as he's back in town.
If it's black, it'll stop.
End of discussion.
CHIBS: It ain't the att*cks we should be worried about, boys.
It's the coke mule.
We gotta figure out that endgame.
JAX: He's right.
FRANKIE: So you want out?
CHIBS: I want to stay alive.
We're down three brothers since this started.
TIG: Maybe you forgot about that little truck-burning incident happened out on 108?
JAX: Look, business with the cartel does bring in a lot of cash.
But it also brings in a lot of heat, man.
We voted this in knowing it would be short-term.
I'm also looking for other ways to earn.
Steady cash without the risk.
BOBBY: It's pink, wet, tastes like sunshine.
HAPPY: p*ssy.
TIG: Or-or Italian ice.
I'm okay with both.
(laughing)
JAX: Nero Padilla.
Guy that gave us safe haven before we went to County.
He's been running a legit escort service for five years.
Recently got pushed out of Stockton due to our complication.
He's looking for a new place to set up shop.
I've made a deal with him.
I'm gonna be his partner.
We'll tap into Cara Cara, add a little star power to her stable.
CLAY: What's that look like for the table?
JAX: Right now, I'm fronting the merger, but I want this to be a club business.
CLAY: You trust this guy?
JAX: I do.
He's straight up about profit.
PHIL: What kind of money is it?
JAX: It ain't as lucrative as hauling coke.
But it'll keep us comfortable.
BOBBY: And out of Fed crosshairs.
JAX: When it's up and running, take a look.
You guys want in, we'll vote it.
CLAY: Why wait?
Let's vote it now.
JAX: All right.
Everyone in favor of moving into the companion business, yea.
TIG: - Yea.
Yea.
Yea.
Yea.
Yea. JAX: - Good.
We'll figure out percentages when I nail sh*t down with Nero.
BOBBY: Chucky, what are you cooking in there?
Smells good.
JAX: Thought I'd get resistance about Diosa.
CLAY: Why?
'Cause your new partner's bedding my wife?
JAX: That stops.
That's wrong.
CLAY: Yeah, it is.
JAX: Problem?
GEMMA: Not really.
Uh... Just been trying to contact Nero.
He's not picking up or returning.
JAX: Don't get attached to that.
He's business, not pleasure.
BALIAN: This is good.
Inflammation on the median nerve is down considerably.
Much burning or numbness?
TARA: Uh... not so much anymore.
BALIAN: What happened there?
TARA: Oh, I, uh... banged it up carrying the stroller.
So where am I?
BALIAN: I'm not an optimist, Tara, but this is much better than I expected.
TARA: Much better as in I'll be able to continue surgery?
BALIAN: We can't make that call yet, but... I wouldn't rule it out.
TARA: Okay.
BALIAN: We'll put a soft cast on, and we'll take another look in six weeks.
TARA: Thank you.
JUICE: Gonna be okay without it?
CLAY: Long as I don't have to dance.
I'll be fine, Mom.
Gaalan.
(Clay laughs)
GAALAN: Good to see you up and about, brother.
CLAY: You, too, brother.
GAALAN: How's your lung holding up?
CLAY: Ah, I gotta cut back a little bit on the cigars, but, uh... I'm still fit for combat.
GAALAN: Aye.
Wasn't aware there was an election.
CLAY: Well, I figured with me down, it'd be a good time to move Jax up.
Nothing changes with us, though.
GAALAN: I hope that's true.
Our seniority's earned, not sewn on with cheap thread.
JAX: Hey.
We got some kind of beef, let's throw it on the table.
GAALAN: Don't be so sensitive, laddie.
JAX: Grow some balls, you Irish prick.
You got a problem with me, you tell me to my face.
GAALAN: All right.
I think you're arrogant, selfish, and expl*sive.
Wreckage you caused in Belfast got a man of God and one of my dearest friends k*lled.
JAX: You talking about the priest?
GAALAN: Aye.
Kellan Ashby took me out of the streets of Armagh.
Saved my life.
JAX: Right.
Gave you the Catholic blessing of the blood?
Made you a gangster of Christ?
(Gaalan grunts)
(exclaiming)
JAX: Hey, hey, hey!
GAALAN: - No! JAX: - That's it!
Now we're making progress.
♪
♪
Take him out, Jax!
Come on, Jackie boy.
Come on, come on.
(grunts)
Come on, Jax.
GAALAN: Maybe you do have some Irish blood left in you, boy.
JAX: Yeah?
By the time I'm done, yours is gonna be in a puddle at your feet.
♪
♪
(grunting)
Put him down. Put him down, Jax.
GAALAN: Don't want to embarrass you in front of your little brown friends.
JAX: They ain't my friends.
But you want to stop, all you gotta do is lay down, old man.
(grunting)
ROMEO: I didn't know you were gonna have entertainment.
CLAY: Just a little Irish discussion.
ROMEO: Should I be worried?
CLAY: Nah.
It'll all end in Guinness and man-hugs.
Nice!
♪
♪
(clears throat)
ALLEN: Can I help you?
CHUCKY: No, sir, but I could help you.
To Uncle Fudgie's crazy delicious fudge.
Iraq.
VA Bill got me money to open up my own shop.
I'm dropping off free samples to my neighbors.
ALLEN: I appreciate it, but I'm a diabetic.
I can't eat that.
CHUCKY: Oh, I'm sorry.
ALLEN: Yeah.
Hey, chief.
Why don't you leave it for my clients?
CHUCKY: Absolutely!
ALLEN: Mm... mm.
ROMEO: Trust you gentlemen worked things out.
JAX: Right as rain.
GAALAN: Let's get to it.
LUIS: Whole payment for this shipment, half down on the next.
ROMEO: We'll haul these back today.
But we're gonna need a drop every two weeks.
CLAY: Yeah.
We can make that work.
GAALAN: Us, too.
ROMEO: Good.
Pon toda la droga!
CHIBS (quietly): Uncle Chucky made the delivery.
GAALAN: Don't you want to check your hardware first?
ROMEO: I trust you.
GAALAN: I insist.
Open the door.
(Chibs yells)
CHIBS: You filthy Irish pummil!
(Chibs yelling)
It's gone!
HAPPY: Chibs... Chibs.
JAX: Well, now you know what they can do.
Way to close the deal, brother.
We'll send you the bill for the bikes.
JAX: How much did he eat?
TIG: How much?
CHUCKY: All of it.
TIG: Chucky and I think he actually licked the box.
JAX: How long do we have?
JUICE: He's a big boy.
Maybe like four hours?
BOBBY: You sure we want to do this?
It's a risky bet on a horse we hate.
JAX: Come on, man.
This is for the long game, brother.
First bite of the apple's gotta be tasty.
BOBBY: I hope you're right.
JAX: Okay, boys.
TIG: Come on.
NERO: You lost?
GEMMA: Is it that obvious?
NERO: What are you doing here, Gemma?
GEMMA: Making sure you're still alive.
Four days you don't pick up your phone.
NERO: Been a little busy here.
GEMMA: Where's Carla?
NERO: Hopefully healing someplace.
GEMMA: Yeah.
Sorry.
NERO: Hey, Carla's got her demons.
She's a complicated girl.
GEMMA: Yeah, I get that.
She almost got Jax k*lled.
Tara went a little medieval on her.
NERO: Oh, that was all Tara's fault, huh?
GEMMA: No.
No, it was my doing.
Is that why you're shutting me out?
NERO: Carla shouldn't have gone behind my back.
Okay?
There's no trust there anymore.
GEMMA: Where you gonna go?
NERO: Talk to your kid, Gemma.
Moving Diosa north.
GEMMA: You getting in bed with the club?
NERO: Yeah, looks that way.
GEMMA: I guess you'll be around a lot more.
NERO: Yeah, I guess.
GEMMA: What the hell is this?
If you're pissed, just tell me.
NERO: Hey, I ain't got time for this sh*t, okay?
GEMMA: You know, it's been a while since I've been dumped, but from what I remember, there is usually a g*dd*mn reason.
NERO: Just go, Gemma.
GEMMA: Talk to me assh*le.
NERO: Hey, you need to get out of here.
GEMMA: Don't you blow me off!
NERO: Hey!
GEMMA: - Don't you blow... NERO: - What?
GEMMA: Don't... Don't.
NERO: I can't do this.
GEMMA: Why?
NERO: I made a promise.
GEMMA: Jax.
And you signed off on that sh*t?
NERO: I need to get this up and running.
My kid's future depends on that.
Sorry.
(camera shutting clicking) BOBBY: Okay, get the face.
And the nip ring.
CHUCKY: We got something coming.
VENUS: Uh, Nero sent me?
Salutations, gentlemen.
Venus Van Dam, at your pleasure.
JAX: Venus.
Thanks for coming.
VENUS: Not yet, baby.
You gotta eat dinner
'fore you get dessert.
Is he dead?
'Cause I don't do dead.
CHUCKY: No, he's just fat.
JAX: Nero explain the situation?
I need to know what happens here stays here.
VENUS: All my dates have that need, baby.
But discretion ain't cheap.
JAX: I was, uh, told $2,000.
VENUS: You were told right. That will do. My lips are sealed. Although I might open them up a little bit for you.
(laughter)
Mm. He has been spending a little too much time at the pie-eatin' table. What am I supposed to do with Shamu?
JAX: Um... just ride him a little bit. A few other things. He won't remember any...
VENUS: - Yes, but unfortunately I will. Powder room?
TIG: Yeah. It's-it's back here, beautiful. I can give you a hand.
VENUS: It's not gonna happen, tiger.
JUICE: Really?
CLAY: Sounds like a solid lead. The, uh, sheriffs busted a bunch of black guys in a van full of stolen sh*t. Think it might have something to do with the home invasions. They want to know if we're willing to come down, identify any of it.
GEMMA: Now?
CANE: Yes, ma'am. If we can't prove the goods are stolen, we got to cut 'em loose.
GEMMA: All right. I'll drive myself.
PHIL: Gem, someone dropped this off for Jax. Said it was real important. You know where he is?
GEMMA: Just put it in the back, I'll take it to his house.
(Venus moans)
JAX: That's great, more of that.
BOBBY: Right on his face.
CHUCKY: Like this?
Ziggy, come on.
JAX: Reach around and tickle his balls.
Yeah.
JAX: Oh, that's fantastic.
JUICE: I don't know if that's the right word.
CHUCKY: You got the face?
It's no good without the face.
JUICE: I got it, I got it.
JAX: Get all the Christian sh*t on the wall, too.
How about like an air traffic controller?
BOBBY: Are you sure you can get rid of that tape?
JUICE: That's Photoshop 101.
VENUS: Whoo!
JUICE: Software I got?
I can make this guy sh*t unicorns.
VENUS: There will be no sh1tting anything while I'm this close to that giant ass cr*ck.
CHUCKY: Hey.
You expecting somebody else?
JAX: All right.
We got enough, let's wrap this up.
DEVIN: Oh, sh*t!
Hey, whoa!
(nervous laugh)
Oh, my God.
What are you doing to Allen?
VENUS: Charming Community Theater, baby.
DEVIN: Yeah, right.
I know who you guys are.
You're Sons.
Yeah, what, you guys drug him or something?
Huh?
Allen.
Damn... You dudes are totally blackmailing him.
CHIBS: What do we do with this, Jackie?
JAX: Who are you?
DEVIN: Devin Price, his stepson.
BOBBY: Oh, Christ.
DEVIN: Nah, it's cool, man.
We can work something out.
JAX: - Work something out how? DEVIN: - Yeah.
sh*t, man, ow!
What, dude?
I just want to use this sh*t against him, too.
JAX: I'm guessing you two aren't very close.
DEVIN: Nah, he's a total d*ck, man.
VENUS: How... how old are you, sugar?
DEVIN: Twenty-one.
VENUS: Mm.
I do like 'em young and sweet.
DEVIN: sh*t.
Dude, you're like, a dude.
VENUS: Why, didn't your daddy ever tell you never judge a book by its penis?
Now have you... ah.
Have you ever had your d*ck sucked by a Southern girl with a huge cock?
Oh, baby, you are in for a treat.
I will make you come so hard it'll make your grandmamma wet.
(kissing sounds)
DEVIN: My grandmother's dead.
VENUS: Well, now you're catching on, young g*n.
JAX: Doesn't mean you're gay, man.
We all been there. DEVIN: - What?
Really?
Yeah, sure.
JUICE: - Lot of cock. DEVIN: - Really?
JUICE: - Yeah. TIG: - Oh, yeah.
CHUCKY: - Oh, yeah. DEVIN: - All you guys?
CHIBS: - Two dicks. DEVIN: - Yeah?
JUICE: - Slamming cock. DEVIN: - All right.
(laughs)
Cool, let's do this.
VENUS: Pants off.
Wrap this... ha... around your eyes.
I like the element of surprise.
Back there. DEVIN: - Hell, yeah.
This is awesome!
JAX: You in for a treat, my boy.
DEVIN: Yeah!
VENUS: Now I suggest you clean up Tubby while I get some photos of this disenchanted little boy.
JAX: That would be very helpful.
VENUS: Oh, I'm not about helping you, blondie.
It's about my bottom line.
JAX: I'll give you another grand.
VENUS: Two.
Okie-dokie.
You jealous, tiger?
TIG: Kind of.
VENUS: I know you are.
(laughs)
JAX: All right, let's get orca back into insurance mode.
(groaning)
(knock at door)
ROOSEVELT: Yeah.
CANE: Got 'em looking at Polaroids, LT.
ROOSEVELT: All right. Thanks, man.
RITA: Mm.
I hear he moved out.
Sad.
ROOSEVELT: Yeah. I don't see how a marriage can survive that type of life.
RITA: You mean one where the man carries a g*n and is hardly ever home?
ROOSEVELT: Ouch.
RITA: Kidding.
Sort of.
ROOSEVELT: Hey, come here.
RITA: Hmm.
ROOSEVELT: I love you.
RITA: I love you, too, babe.
(indistinct radio chatter)
MAN: Hey!
Didn't you hear what I said?
Hey, I gotta take a piss, man!
Hey!
ROOSEVELT: Would you take him to the head, please?
Yes, sir.
So, any of this belong to you?
CLAY: I don't see no safe.
ROOSEVELT: Gemma?
GEMMA: Nope.
But I, um, I'd like this silver teapot here, if no one claims it.
CANE: That was Oakland PD.
Two of them are East Dub Crew with priors.
DA's trying to get warrants for their homes.
ROOSEVELT: East Dub.
That's Damon Pope's jurisdiction.
(grunts)
(grunting)
CLAY: Hey, you should take off.
I'll get a bite to eat and come by later.
See what else these guys turn up on, uh, all this stuff.
A good one.
That's a good one.
JAX: - Hey. DEVIN: - Ha ha.
JAX: - You good? DEVIN: - Yeah, man.
It was... intense.
JAX: So let me tell you what happens now.
You go home, you tell no one about any of this.
DEVIN: Of course, man.
JAX: 'Cause if you do, your stepdad, he ain't gonna be the only one with a new photo album.
Check it out.
Ooh.
How would you like these bad boys blowing up your Facebook page?
DEVIN: Dude.
Really?
VENUS: Love is a fickle beast.
JAX: - You understand? DEVIN: - Yeah, yeah, no, man.
But I'm... I would never rat on you guys, man.
I think the MC's awesome.
JAX: Yeah, we are.
All right.
DEVIN: Yeah, no, I mean seriously.
I'd like to, like, hang out with you guys sometime.
BOBBY: Sure.
Why not?
CHIBS: Aye, absolutely.
Come by the clubhouse Saturday morning.
You can clean the cum and the puke off the bathroom floor.
(laughs)
(laughing)
DEVIN: That's so cool, man.
JAX: - Yeah. DEVIN: - Thanks.
JAX: - All right, get out of here. DEVIN: - Thanks, man.
Jeez.
JAX: Thank you, darlin'.
VENUS: Whenever y'all need a little Venus love, give me a call.
I'm the belle who does not tell.
Good-bye, tiger.
Come on. Let's get him to the desk.
(groaning)
(yells)
TIG: Aw, sh*t!
sh*t!
Ah!
Why does this always happen to me?
TARA: Jesus Christ.
JAX: What do you think?
TARA: I... I think whoever bit him should be wearing a collar and a muzzle.
(laughs)
CHIBS: Check.
TIG: You, uh... you gonna be able to stitch me up here, doc?
TARA: Yeah.
JAX: Oh, sh*t.
It was your appointment today. TARA: - Yeah.
JAX: - This is good news, right? TARA: - Mm.
Just a new cast.
More mobility.
Will you give him a local?
I'll go get ready.
CHIBS: Sure.
TIG: Oh, boy.
Aw, man.
BOBBY: We can help her do this.
JAX: - Yeah? BOBBY: - Yeah.
JAX: All right, thanks.
Hey.
Feel better.
TIG: Yeah, all right.
CHIBS: On three.
One... ready.
(Tig moans)
JUICE: Check this out.
JUICE: I printed out ten of my best sh*ts.
JAX: Oh, my God.
(chuckling)
All right, thanks, Juicy.
That's great.
GEMMA: I gotta talk to you.
JAX: Not now.
GEMMA: Hey.
JAX: I gotta go.
GEMMA: Me and Nero.
That's got nothing to do with SAMCRO.
You got no right to sh*t on that.
JAX: We barely know this guy.
GEMMA: Oh, bullshit.
Don't pretend you're protecting me.
This is about Clay, and JT.
You and Tara have been shutting me out since...
JAX: You've been shutting yourself out.
You're getting wasted every night.
You're... GEMMA: - Oh, pimp daddy's gonna give me some moral lecture?
You blame me for what happened to your father.
Whether you know it or not.
I can feel it.
JAX: You're connected to that history.
To Clay. And yeah, maybe I am having a little trouble separating my hate.
GEMMA: You can't hate me, Jackson.
You're the only thing I still love.
JAX: I'm sorry.
But getting involved with Nero is not a good idea.
Not now.
Tig had an accident.
Tara's patching him up.
She could use some help.
I got to go.
(engine starts)
(Tig sighing)
Hey.
CHIBS: Hey, doc.
Why don't we double-team him.
You walk me through it.
TARA: Okay.
(Tig sighing)
CHIBS: Oh, sorry.
Hold onto this thing, would you please.
Thanks.
All right, need two hands.
TARA: No, no, the stitches need to be further apart.
CHIBS: Further apart.
Got it.
GEMMA: How you holding up, Tiggy?
TIG: I don't know if this is good or bad, but I'm totally hard right now.
(Gemma chuckles)
Just saying.
JACOB: I'll call you back.
Thought I was very clear this morning.
JAX: You were.
JACOB: Jesus Christ.
(sighs)
Is that Allen Biancone?
JAX: Mm-hmm.
JACOB: Did you do this?
JAX: No, he did.
We just happened to be there with a camera.
JACOB: Oh.
What the hell is this?
JAX: Biancone is your obstacle to Charming Heights.
His vote gets you your dream.
JACOB: I'm not in the business of blackmail.
JAX: No, but I am.
You say the word and I send him copies of these with a polite request to back Charming Heights.
The dirt never touches you.
JACOB: You're unbelievable.
JAX: Oh, I'm just getting started, Jake.
I can also get you a new investor.
One of the biggest developers in Oakland.
JACOB: And this is all about getting that property on Castle Road?
JAX: It's all about being in business with the right people.
Whether you like it or not, there is no one in this town that can help you more than me.
I ain't Clay.
I ain't Oswald's boy.
You let me know what you want me to do with these.
GEMMA: You okay?
TARA: Fine.
GEMMA: You did good.
TARA: I did sh*t.
Can't even sew up someone's ass.
GEMMA: Well... we all got a lot of healing to do.
TARA: Thing that happened with Carla, in the garage...
I didn't tell Jax.
GEMMA: I didn't think you would.
TARA: It scares me sometimes, the extremes.
GEMMA: Not a lot of gray in this life, sweetheart.
Extremes become average.
TARA: I'm not sure I find that comforting.
GEMMA: You're not supposed to.
(phones ringing) (indistinct radio chatter)
ROOSEVELT: One of their apartments was packed with stolen goods.
CANE: Got the pics in an e-mail.
CLAY: So you release them?
ROOSEVELT: The b*at-down was enough to charge them.
They're all going to County.
CLAY: Good.
Further away from Charming the better.
ROOSEVELT: Yeah.
That's right.
(distant thump)
RITA: Babe?
Eli, is that you?
(dialing)
I've got a g*n and I'm calling 911!
911. What is your emergency?
RITA: Yes, I'm alone and there are, I don't know...
(screaming)
No!
Don't touch me!
(screaming)
(man grunts)
(g*nsh*t)
(Rita groans)
Damn it.
sh*t.
What did you guys do?
Let's keep the hell out of here.
You're gonna just leave her?
Let's go.
(knocking)
GEMMA: - Hey.
Hey.
Sorry. I, um, I meant to drop this off earlier.
It's for Jax.
TARA: What is it?
GEMMA: I'm not sure.
Parts maybe.
Boys asleep?
TARA: Yeah.
GEMMA: Okay.
Night.
TARA: It's almost time to feed Thomas.
I'm kind of tired.
GEMMA: Yeah.
Sure.
Thank you.
TARA: You're welcome.
The victim's name is Rita Rosabell. g*nsh*t wound...
Sorry, Sheriff, you'll need to wait here.
ROOSEVELT: I need the skin under her fingernails.
Got it.
(vehicle approaching)
(Jacob sighs)
JACOB: Lease agreement on Castle Road.
We'll need three months down.
JAX: Okay.
Thank you.
I'm assuming I should move forward on securing Charming Heights.
JACOB: Yeah.
(engine starts)
(engine starts)
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JAX (whispers): Good night, baby boy.
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(sighs)
05x05 - Orca Shrugged
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A man in his early 30s struggles to find a balance in his life between being a new dad and his involvement in a motorcycle club.
A man in his early 30s struggles to find a balance in his life between being a new dad and his involvement in a motorcycle club.