|Transcripts - Forever Dreaming
|01x01 - The Pilot
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A warehouse of weapons of Sons
Un Mayans : They sell birdseed, ése
Un autre Mayans : Are you kidding me, man?
Marcus : In the back. White boy was right. M4s. Niners had a special order. Full auto, laser scopes.
Un Mayans : Niggers still couldn't hit sh1t.
Marcus : Load the M4s and the Glocks in the truck, huh?
Un Mayans : Here
Un autre Mayans : What about the other guns and sh1t?
Marcus : Torch it
In the shop
Jax : Hey, Louise
Louise : You know, you can buy these by the case. Be a lot cheaper
Jax : No, a box at a time keeps me humble. Get a pack of smokes too, darling
Louise : It was my favorite. What the hell is that?
Jax : Oh, sh1t!
A warehouse of weapons
Clay : What the hell happened?
Vic : Propane thanks caught fire. Ammo was in there. The place just blew.
Clay : sh1t
Vic : Yeah. The fire dick says it was arson. Saw a lot of boot prints
Clay : Cowboy boots?
Vic : Yeah, Ithink so
Tig : Shit-eating Mayans, man
Jax : Where the hell was Rodrigo?
Vic : No sign of your watchman
Clay : What's the exposure?
Vic : Officially? Me and the fire department. The fire captain can be convinced to rethink his report
Jax : Unofficially?
Vic : Unofficially, this blast was seen in two counties. This location is dead
Clay : Jesus Christ. The M4s?
Vic: Gone. As are most of the Glocks
Jax : Get the firemen on board. Don't want this sh1t hitting ATF's radar. Let's get out of here
Vic : No, you gotta see something else
Clay : Do we really? Goddamn. Fried and refried
Tig : They're illegals. Part of our assembly crew
Vic : We found them before the F.D. went through
Clay : Ah, after the smoke clears, get rid of the bodies
Vic : What am I supposed to tell our boys up in Oaktown? I'm supposed to deliver five cases to Laroy before tomorrow morning
Clay : Call the gangster hotline, set a meeting
Jax : All right, here
Clay : Two in the back of the head. Quick and painless
Jax : It ain't easy being king
Clay : Yeah, you remember that
The garage Teller Morrow
Jax : Some days, you're the Beemer. Some days, you're the goddamn deer
Chibs : Some yuppie creamed her up at the streams
Jax : He run into it or hit a tree while it was giving him head?
Prospect : How the hell you want me to get it out of there? Come on. Jesus, man.
Jax : Just pretend it's carve-your-own-steak night at Sizzler
Prospect : I don't eat meat, man.
Jax : Figure it out, grunt
Chibs : What the hell happened?
Jax : Mayans torched the warehouse. Stole the Niners' M4s
Chibs : Holy sh1t
Jax : Clay's gone to sit down with Laroy. Try and buy us some time
Chibs : Niners already paid for that hardware
Jax : That's the tricky part
Cell phone ringing
Jax : Hey, Ma.
Gemma : Did you go to storage?
Jax : Not yet
Gemma : I hope there's something you can use. Haven't looked through that baby stuff in years
Jax : I'm sure anything will help
Gemma : Still coming to dinner tomorrow night? I'm picking up steaks from German
Jax : Oh, you know it
Gemma : You should bring Chibs and that new kid
Jax : New kid doesn't eat meat
Gemma : Don't patch him in. Can't trust anyone who doesn't eat meat.
Jax : Hay, you heard from my crazy ex-wife at all? Never answers her goddamn phone
Gemma : That's because she knows it's you
Jax : She's supposed to be sending me the doctor bills. Haven't seen one in weeks
Gemma : I'll go by on my way home. I'll check in on her
Jax : Thanks... Grandma!
Gemma : Asshole!
In the park
Laroy : Long ride from Charming to Oakland.How come Easy Rider meeting me face-to-face?
Clay : Assembly warehouse burned down. All the guns, including your M4s, blown to sh1t
Laroy : There's zero balance due on that hardware
Clay : The shipment is gonna be a little late
Laroy : That can't happen. Got a shipment of my own coming in. Very important cargo
Clay : I've been doing business with the One-Niners for a long time. I always respected our arrangement. I never sold gun one to the Mexicans. Now I need for you to show me a little respect... and give me a few more days for delivery
Laroy : Don't give a sh1t about history or respect. This is about business, old man.
Clay : And I'm telling you, brother... giving me some more time, really smart business
Laroy : You got till Sunday. I don't get those M4s by then... there's gonna be some new black faces cruising the streets of Charming. And a burned-down warehouse is gonna be the least of your problems
In the garage
Jax read : The life and death os Sam Crow. How the Sons of Anarchy lost their way. By John Thomas Teller. For my sons : Thomas, who's already at peace, and Jackson... may he never know this life of chaos.
In the club
Prospect : Just put it over there
Bobby : Half-Sack. Piney clogged the toilet again
Prospect : Jesus Christ, that guy sh1ts more than a grizzly, man. It ain't human. Hey, hey, just put it right here, under the...
Long John : Where did you get that name. Half-Sack
Prospect : Oh, man, I, uh, gotmy left nut blown off by an APer frag in Iraq. Look at that guy
Clay : Jesus Christ. Put that deformed nut bag away, will you?
Prospect : Sorry Clay, I...
Tig : Disappear, go on
Clay : Find Jax
Chibs : Jax ! Hey, Jax, we're at the table
Jax : Okay
At home Jax
Gemma : Wendy! Stupid Junkie bitch!
Sons are meeting around the table
Clay : We got one more day out of Laroy. That's it. Niners are expecting a huge heroin shipment. Carbines are for protection.
Bobby : What happens if those Mayans crash that dope party with Laroy's M4s?
Jax : We lose all the Niner business, buy ourselves a huge black...
Clay : That ain't gonna happen. These Mexi assholes come into our territory? They steal from us? They sh1t on our livelihood? And I don't care who we gotta grease or kill. I want those goddamn guns back.
Jax : All right, me and Chibs will pull together our current intel on the Mayans. Juice, start hacking into crime databases. Get addresses on any Mayans in the system.
Clay : Find those guns, Bobby. I wanna Fat Man and Little Boy every inch of that goddamn place.
Jax : Bobby's got Tahoe this weekend
Bobby : I'm canceling that sh1t
Jax : No, man
Bobby : I should be able to decide
Clay : You got two ex-wives who already spent the goddamn casino checks. Last thing we need is Pls and lawyers camping out out front
Bobby : Who's gonna handle the pyro I'm not there?
Tig : Nobody blows up sh1t better than Opie
Jax : Opie's leaning right these days
Clay : Opie's gonna lean any way we need him to. You get him on board
Bobby : So you're sure you're okay with me stepping away from this?
Clay : Yeah, yeah, take the Prospect with you
Bobby : Yeah, I'll get him half-laid
Clay : What is that smell?
Bobby : Yo
Clay : Oh, sh1t
Gemma arrives at the garage Teller
Gemma : I tried calling you
Jax : What is it?
At the hospital Saint Thomas
Gemma : I found these matches next to a bunch of her empty thumb bags. Hairy Dog
Clay : sh1t. It's gotta be the Nords dealing out of the Dog again
Bobby : Darby got out of Chino two weeks ago
Clay : Yeah, well, call that Nazi prick. Set a meeting
Jax : What the hell happened?
Tara : When waas the last time you saw her?
Jax : Couple of weeks
Tara : Her hands and feet were full of tracks. Toxicology reports aren't back yet, but it's most likely crank.
Jax : The baby?
Tara : We had to do an emergency C-section. He's 10 weeks premature
Jax : Holy sh1t
Tara : Come on, let's sit down and I'll walk you through it
Jax : Just tell me
Tara : He's got a congenital heart defect and gastroschisis, a tear in his abdomen. The gastro and the early birth are from the drugs. But the CHD is probably...
Gemma : The family flaw
Tara : Yes, it's genetic. Either one would be serious, but not life-threatening. However, the two of them together... Dr Namid gives him a 20 percent chance, and I'm afraid that's being optimistic.
Jax : She never wanted to talk to me. I didn't know
Tara : Her OB said she missed her last three appointments. No one knew. Dr Namid wants to fix his belly first. Then if he stabilizes, he'll go in and try to repair the heart. I'm sorry, Jax. I can take you to see him now.
Jax : Tara! You don't have to do this. I'm sure you got other patients
Tara : I asked Dr Namid if I could assist. I wanna help your son
Jax : His name's Abel
Tara : That's a good name. Jax!
Gemma : Jackson!
Jax : Go with Tara. I got something to do
Clay : Watch his back
In a bar
Jax : Sell crank to my pregnant ex-wife?
Bobby : Easy, boys
Chibs : Whoa, whoa, whoa. I think you made your point
Jax : Stupid peckerwood shithead
Bobby : Enjoy your lunch. Shish keballs are on me.
Bobby : You're Okay ?
Jax : Yeah, I'm gonna go find Opie
Bobby : All right
On the workplace of Opie
Opie : So everybody's saying it was a gun factory that blew up out by the streams
Jax : Mayans hit us. Stole our M4s. We need you
Opie : For what?
Jax : Bobby's got a gig this weekend
Opie : No way man
Jax : Gotta get in and out fast. You're the only guy who can pull it off
Opie : You think I wanna be here chipping wood for sh1t pay? I made a promise to Donna. I'm earning straight
Jax : Come on, Opie. Weall earn straight. I spend 40 hours a week with a goddamn power tool in my hand
Opie : When you're on Clay's payroll, everything in your hand is a power tool.
Jax : You saying no to the club?
Opie : Everything turned to sh1t since I got out. I'm in debt up to my eyeballs. My kids hardly know me. I even mention Samcro to Donna, she's gonna bust out crying.
Jax : Look, man, if you need money...
Opie : I don't wanna borrow. I wanna earn
Jax : Family's just gotta adjust to you being around again. Kids have gotta get used to how ugly their dad is. Donna knows what the life is.
Opie : You leave a woman alone for five years, two kids... the only thing that she knows is that she doesn't want it to happen again
Boss Opie : Break's over. Let's go
Opie : Let me know when you need me
Sons are meeting around the table
Clay : What's the, uh, Nords' roster looking like these days?
Bobby : Fifteen, 16 guys. A few new kids breaking in. Same extreme hate sh1t
Juice : Still got meth labs outside of Lodi. Selling mostly to truckers, some of the Mexi gangs
Jax : You think they're stepping up?
Clay : Hmm. Only two things feel good in the joint: Jerking off and thinking about the sh1t you're gonna do when you get out. Darby's been in there for three years. I just wanna make sure all his big-shot dreams ended up in his cum rag... and not on his to-do list. How's his guy doing?
Juice : Fractures cheek, broken nose, left nut swinging solo.
Chibs : Yes, it was beatiful. That's my boy, ha, ha
Jax : Yeah, he's lucky to be breathing
Clay : So, uh, any luck up north?
Happy : Tacoma can help with the Glocks, but there's no M4s anywhere. Washington State, Oregon, Nevada, nobody's got stock, man
Jax : We'll have all the Mayan intel by the morning. We'll get our guns back
Clay : Oh, yeah, we will. Treasury?
Bobby : All the bills are paid. Bar is stocked. Uh, run fund is covered for the next two months. Tig's the only man who owes me dues
Tig : I'm a little short. Catch you next week
Happy : Guess those little Thai boys are getting expensive, huh?
Tig : Ha-ha-ha. Yeah, they are. How about I slit your eyes and have you suck my dick?
Clay : All right, all right. Anything else?
Piney : Yeah, I, uh, just wanna say to Jackson on a club level...the Sons of Anarchy, the Redwood Original, is here for you. Your father would be proud of the man you've become, you know. Every time I see you sitting at this table, well, I do a double take at you.
Opie : It's probably just the weed, Pop
Piney : Probably. I mean, he's... Anyway, whatever you need, son, it's yours.
Jax : Thank you, Piney. Thanks boys
Clay : Meeting closed
Always at the club
Prospect : Here you go, Clay
Clay : Thanks, kid
Prospect : Bobby?
Bobby : Yeah
Clay : What the hell is that smell?
Bobby : I don't know. God if I know. I smell it too
Clay : It's that box
Bobby : What is it?
Clay : I don't know
Bobby : Oh, damn.
Prospect : Hey that's mine
Bobby : Are you out of your goddamn mind?
Prospect : No I just... You know, I throught it was like a surprise. We could mount it in the club. You know, like on the wall
Jax : It's gotta be stuffed and treated, you idiot
Prospect : Yeah, I know, I just... Stuffed with what?
It's party at the Sons, Tig and Happy make a boxing match
Clay : Get up!
Bobby : Did, uh, Rosen track down any real estate for the rebuild?
Clay : Ten acres for sale up North 84. You know, a stretch of industry, paint factories, container yards. Kick his ass!
Piney : Trucking in supplies will look like regular business
Jax : What'd happen if we didn't rebuild?
Clay : What do you mean?
Jax : Take the land profit, put it in something else. Hey, I'm just thinking about what's best long-term. We got heat with the Mayans, ATF crawling up our ass. Might be time to look at other ways to earn
Clay : Well, there's a lot of sh1t upin the air right now. Well figure out what the next move is. Bobby break that sh1t up
Bobby : All right, all right, all right. No, no, no. Hey, step down. Step down. Hug it up. Yeah
Clay : You dooing okay?
Jax : Yeah
Clay : Your mom says you haven't been back to the hospital
Jax : Come on, man, don't push me out of this.
Clay : I know you're all spun out over Wendy and the kid. Understandable. It's awful sh1t. But your father and I, we worked hard to create this business. We served time. We lost brothers. We spilled a lot of blood. And you're gonna need this now more than ever. A sick kid, it's an expensive burden. You wanna do the right thing by your family... don't you?
Jax : Yeah, of course
Clay : Well, then go see your son
Jax : All right
Jax hand see Wendy at the hospital
Wendy : I didn't think you'd wanna see me. Everyone hates me. I'm sorry Jax. I'm so sorry. Please don't hate me
Jax : You need to get help, Wendy
Wendy : I know, I know. I will, I promise. This time, I promise. The doctor said Abel's getting stronger. He said maybe they would fix his belly. Maybe tomorrow morning
Jax : They'll do everything they can
Wendy : My lawyer said they might file criminal charges. Fetal abuse. I got stuff back at the house in the stash drawer
Jax : Jesus Christ
Wendy : Just if they find that sh1t, they're gonna put me away. You own the house, Jax. I'd hate to see this blow back on you
Jax : Yeah of course
Wendy : Jax, wait. Please, please, Jax
Jax comes home
Jax : It's almost midnight
Gemma : This place is a goddamn pigsty
Jax : Cleaning was never her strong suit
Gemma : What are you doing here?
Jax : It's my house
Gemma : You know what I mean. I don't want you to see it this way
Jax : Mom, you don't have to do this.
Gemma : Look, I just wanna get it livable. Buy you some decent carpet. Cigarette burns everywhere
Jax : Mom!
Gemma : Get you out of that dorm room, back home with your son
Jax : Mom, for chrissakes, stop cleaning. He's not gonna make it
Gemma : What are you talking about? What happened?
Jax : He was born with half a stomach and a hole in his heart. He's gonna die
Gemma : Do you say that. You are the only one this boy's got. You don't believe he's gonna live, you might as well go and kill him yourself. I'm sorry. You gotta go see him, Jax
Jax : I can't
Gemma : Why? Because he'll break your heart? It's called being a father
Jax : For how long? A day? A week?
Gemma : You know, you were born with that same heart defect... your little brother had. You seem pretty sturdy to me. I came through hell. Landed on my feet. Your father was hit by a goddamn semi, dragged 178 yards...and that b*st*rd lived for two more days. Tellers do not die easy
Jax : No, we just die bloody
Gemma : That's the Irish in us
Jax : When you and dad hooked up, he ever talk to you about his vision? About what he wanted from the club?
Gemma : His vision was... you know, what it is. A brotherhood. Family
Jax : And running guns? He want that?
Gemma : He never talked about that. Why?
Jax : I found a box of his old sh1t in the storage unit. There's, like, pictures and journals and... Things I never knew about him
Gemma : What kind of things?
Jax : It seemed like his original idea for the MC was something simpler. You know, social rebellion. He called it a Harley commune. It wasn't outlaw. It was real hippie sh1t.
Gemma : We had a lot of bright ideas back then. We were kids. Your father became a man. Man take care of business
Jax : Yeah, we do. You should get home, Mom. Finish cleaning tomorrow. I'll lock up.
Gemma : Ok, darling
Jax : Good night, mom
Gemma : Good night, baby
In the board of Gemma and Clay
Gemma : How are the hands, baby?
Clay : Ah. Just the damp. Where have you been?
Gemma : Cleaning up at Jax's
Clay : Of course you were. All this stuff with Abel is pushing some old buttons, huh?
Gemma : It's not my buttons I'm worried about. Jax is going through some sh1t
Clay : Yeah,I know
Gemma : Not just with the kid
Clay : What do you mean?
Gemma : He found a box of John's stuff in storage. He was aking me about his original vision for the club. Did he wanna get into running guns?
Clay : Tonight he said that maybe we shouldn't rebuild the factory
Gemma : sh1t, He's getting chewed up by that guilt. Remorse is a dangerous thing. Look what Tommy's death did to John. It changed him. Made him soft. You've gotta nail Jax down. You have to nail him down hard, Clay. Whatever it takes. I don't want the ghost of John poisoning him... ruining everything we've built
Clay : Nothing is gonna get ruined, okay? Just don't throw your panic into high gear.
Gemma : They respect him. Jax is strong. And when you step down as presi...
Clay : Hey, hey, I'm not going anywhere
Gemma : I know baby. I know. It's just, when you can't ride anymore... they'll vote my son in as president. I just wanna make sure he's following in the right father's footsteps. Okay?
In a cafe, the Sons have an appointment with Darby
Clay : A little get-well present for your guy, Darby
Darby : That's some serious iron. Izzy'll like that, thank you
Jax : Figurent it would give him something that had some balls
Clay : I know what it's like running a crew. Sometimes your guys do sh1t... without thinking things through
Darby : My guys are thinking just fine
Jax: They thinking fine when they sell crank to my pregnant ex?
Darby : That was unfortunate. How's your little family doing, anyway?
Clay : All right, all right, Everybody contain your sh1t.
Un Nords : Get off me
Clay : You done?
Jax : Yeah
Clay : Sorry folks. Go back to your corndogs. Won't happen again
Darby : I made sure the brotherhood had Opie's back every minute that he was in Chino
Clay : Oh, I know how it works inside, Darby. Question is, do you remember how it works outside?
Un Nords : A lot changes in three years
Clay : And a lot stays the same. Nothing happens in Charming we don't control or get a piece of.
Bobby : If we wanted a meth trade, we'd have one
Jax : We don't
Clay : You know the drill. I mean, you can cook all the crank you want along the border. But you do not deal in Charming.
Darby : We ain't the only cook shop in town. Devil wants in, he'll get in.
Clay : Well, then you got your work cut out for you. Because the next time the devil crosses the border... I'm coming after you. And next time, I'm not gonna use a 357... as a get-well present
Darby : There's no need to be making threats. Me and my boys have always managed to make things work with Samcro.
Clay : Good
Jax : Milk and Cookies are on us
The hospital St Thomas
Tara : Abel's stomach surgery went well, but it's putting a strain on his system. Dr Namid doesn't wanna wait. We should do the heart surgery now
Luanne : That's good, right? That they're not waiting?
Tara : It's the best choice, yes
Gemma : Thanks
Tara : Can we talk?
Gemma : What is it?
Tara : Wendy's in really bad shape. She's still detoxing. Can't stop crying
Gemma : And?
Tara : I was hoping mayde you could talk to her. Just let her know she's not all alone
Gemma : Trust me. Nothing I'm gonna say to that crank whore is gonna make her feel loved
Tara : I forgot just how forthright you can be
Gemma : You forgot a lot of thinks, sweetheart
Tara : If you have a problem with me assisting on Abel's case, just say so.
Gemma : You a good doctor?
Tara : Yes
Gemma : Then I don't have a problem
Tara : Good. Look, people change. I'm not the same girl Iwas 10 years ago
Gemma : I am. Guess there's some things you can't change
Tara : I leave it there so I remember all that sh1t's behind me
Gemma : Forgot just how clever you can be. Bitch
Sons of the club
Jax : Mayans got two shops where they cut and bag the heroin. twenty minutes outside of Oakland. Here
Juice : Marcus Alvarez, presient of the Oakland charter... owns both buildings where they run their dope
Chibs : The local cops are on the payroll, so it's a no-hassle gig
Jax : Which makes them lazy. Alvarez don't try too hard to cover his tracks
Tig : He knows that we'd be on to cut shops. He wouldn't take a chance housing the M4s there
Clay : Stores them someplace off the grid
Jax : Backtracked one of Alvarez' dummy corporations... in San Leandro, along the UPac rail line. Here. Marcalva Industrial Storage. Way off the grid
Clay : Good work, kids
Opie preparing explosives at him
Donna : What are you doing?
Opie : Gotta make a run
Donna : What's in the bag?
Opie : Nothing
Donna : You promised you were done
Opie : It's got nothing to do with you
Donna : I get sh1t on if you get caught
Opie : Not gonna happen
Donna : You sat in a cell for five years while Clay and the others got rich. They sold you out. You know that. You're just too weak to stand up to them
Opie : Give me the bag. Give me the bag.
Donna : No, no, no...
Opie : Donna, stop it. Stop it
Donna : No, don't
Opie : Donna
Donna : Come on, boys. Let's go inside
Opie : Didn't hear you pull up
Jax : Parked down the block. Didn't wanna tweak Donna
Opie : You catch all that?
Jax : Enough
Opie : I think she's already tweaked
Jax : Yeah, stay here. I'll handle the run
Opie : Oh oh oh, I don't show up, Clay will chop off both our dicks
Jax : Take your kid to the ER. Tell them she hit her head or something. Just get on record being there. I'll cover you with Samcro.
Opie : What about the boom?
Jax : I watched you do it before. I'll call you on the prepay if I need help
Opie : Are you sure about this?
Jax : Go fix your family
Opie : Hey, Why didn't you tell me about your kid?
Jax : I didn't know what to say. Still don't
Clay and Jax on the road to go to the warehouse of Mayans
Clay : Where's Opie?
Jax : Kid got hurt. Had to take her to the hospital. Got the bag. I can make it work. It's all good, brother
Elvis asian : How does that sound? That was beatiful, babe. It's all shook up, ha, ha
Simon : Bobby, Jesus, what are you doing here?
Bobby : Simon, what the hell is that? I'm booked. Tonight, tomorrow, five shows
Simon : I got a new girl in booking. Dumb bitch doubled up my acts
Bobby : Yeah, well, goddamn it, Simon
Prospect : Why don't you just tell Chung King to take a hike?
Simon : I got six busloads of Korean tourists coming in. They love Asian Elvis. I'll get you next month, Bobby
Elvis asian : Better luck next time, bubba. Thank you!
Elvis asian : Who is it?
Prospect : The colonel
Elvis asiatique : Oh, sweet Jesus.Oh help me, Mama, help me. Oh sweet Jesus...
The Sons are the warehouse of Mayans
Clay : Praise Jesus, it's a miracle
Chibs : And I've got the rest over there
Clay : Get the guns in the van. Wire this shithole up
Jax : sh1t
Clay : What the hell is the problem?
Jax : Nothing. I just gotta check something with Opie
Tig : Guns are loaded. What's the holdup?
Clay : We got company. Gotta be the Mayans
Tig : Yeah.
Clay : Get the van out of sight, lay low.
Tig : Let's go
Clay : You. With me
Un Mayans : Open it
Un autre Mayans : It's the electric panel way into the back
Un Mayans : Okay man!
Clay : sh1t! We should've been long gone by now
Jax : Well, we got the iron. Let's get the hell out of here
Clay : I came to send a message. Those two wetbacks see that busted back door... they'll call for backup
Jax : Blowing up sh1t's one thing.We off these guys, could trigger something out of control
Clay : Well, that's the cost of your mistake. You got a problem making it right?
Jax : I'll draw them to the Dumpster
Jax : (singing) When your bladder's full, you gotta piss
Un Mayans : Hey, tell your dirtbag buddies, they camp out here, they get some of this
Clay : No, bang bang, por favor. You tell your dirtbag buddies... they steal from Samcro, they get some of this
Happy : I got him
Jax : Go check the back. Make sure that's all of them
Clay : He's all yours
During the operation of Abel to the hospital
Une Infirmière : BP's dropping
Le Docteur : Get the paddles
Une Infirmière : Charging
Le Docteur : Keep clear
Tara : Check the leads
Le Docteur : Prepare to massage the heart
A warehouse of Mayans
Un Mayans : Por Favor
Jax : I'm all right. Got the vest
Clay : Finish it
Jax : It's finished
Chibs : Oh Mary, mother of Christ, I leave you bad boys for two minutes and it all turns to sh1t
Jax : We're all good
Clay : Let's get out of here
Tig : Clay, look at this
Jax : Darby's guy
Clay : Darby did make some new friends in Chino
Tig : White boy must've sucked lots of brown dick
Jax : Nords crew up with the Mayans, gives them numbers, access to guns
Clay : A common enemy, us!
Jax : Darby wants Charming
Clay : There goes the neighborhood
At St Thomas's Hospital
Une infirmière : Sinus rhythm's back. Oh two sats are coming up
A warehouse of Mayans
Chibs : Candles in the cake
Clay : Let's go home
Gemma visits Wendy in the hospital
Gemma : Hi
Wendy : Hey
Gemma : Looks like the boy might actually see his first birthday
Wendy : He made it? Oh, Abel, thank God
Gemma : Yes, thank you, God. Maybe we should say a little prayer
Wendy : Okay. That'd be good
Gemma : Dear God, thank you for saving this boy... for this murderous junkie mom who cared more about a 40 dollar rush... than she did her own flesh and blood
Wendy : Don't you dare
Gemma : Don't I dare? You pathetic whore. Guess the DA was impressed with your Bible studies. Hear they're not gonna press charges
Wendy : When I check out of here, I'm going into Promises
Gemma : Let's just throw money at those 12-step freaks. How long is it gonna last this time? Six months? Three? A couple of weeks?
Wendy : It's gonna be different this time. This time I have my baby to live for
Gemma : That's where you're wrong. You have no baby. You lost that privilege. You so much as cast a shadow on that kid... try to turn some legal screw and get custody... I will finish this job. He will never call you " Mommy". I suggest you turn to Jesus
Jax : Is he gonna be okay?
Tara : He looks good... Clean yourself up, Jax
Gemma : (A Jax talking Abel) He's perfect
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