Transcripts - Forever Dreaming

[Motorcycles Passing]

Whoo!

[Tig Laughing]

[Gemma]

Let's go into the photo booth. Come on.

Let me give you a quick hand job.

I already got a picture of that.

This time it'll be my hand. [Laughs]

Oh, come here.

[Gasps] Whoa-ho-ho. Put me down.

Oh, baby.

You bad. You bad, girl.

[Clay] Republican, 12:00.

Oh, come on.

I don't want to.

Please.

[Man] Hey, Clay.

How you doin', Elliot?

Okay, Clay.

Karen.

[Karen] Hey.

I'm gonna go to the Spinout.

Tristen, you've been on it four times already.

I know.

Hey. Here.

That's not necessary.

That's a'ight. They kicked me off

'cause I was screaming too loud.

[Elliot] What do you say?

Thanks.

You got it.

We gotta go.

Bye.

[Quietly] Come on.

[Jax]

Come on. Come on.

Man. You'd think with all that money... they could pay someone to remove those sticks shoved up their asses.

Mm-hmm. Maybe he's just a little paranoid some of his country club cronies... are gonna see him talkin' to the outlaw.

Come on. I need to talk to the outlaw.

Ooh.

[Chuckles]

[Man]

Okay, you're good. You're good.

You're daddy throws like your mommy.

He wear a bra and panties to your games?

Come on. Try it again, hotshot.

Aw, come on. Where you goin'?

[Father Grunts, Scoffs]

Five more bucks, your son will be convinced you're a loser.

Darby's guys?

I don't recognize 'em.

Ooh, look at the big, bad bikers, huh?

Gonna get Clowny all wet, huh?

[Laughing]

[Laughing]

[Bobby] Come on, Jax. Come on.

[Bobby]

Ah.

What's the matter, tough guy? Can't put the little ball in the tight hole?

Bet all your leather-wearin' butt buddies say the same.

Oh, no. That's a Bozo no-no.

Oh, Jesus, you guys. I was just screwin' around, man. Come on!

Yeah, clown boy. You're goin'down.

[Whooping]

You got that cotton candy?

Right here.

Nice.

There you go. Thank you very much, ma'am.

[Laughing]

Aw- [Clicks Tongue]

I can barely see it.

Gimme that.

[Paper Tears]

Hey, the Irish are comin'.

[Clay] Go find the others.

Okay.

Sorry, baby. I might have to... finish you off later.

Yeah, I heard that before. Gimme some more quarters. I'm goin' back in the booth.

You think the prospect's deep enough?

May only have one nut, but it's a big one. I trust him.

Hey, prospect!

Huh?

Come on over here. Learn a thing.

[Tig]

Hurry up. Hurry up!

Don't get hit.

[Truck Engine Stops]

[Juice Laughing]

Don't screw this up, Sack.

Good to see you, Michael.

[Juice] There you go, Half-Sack.

Boys are bringin' the ladies here.

Russian ladies?

62's and AK's.

Fresh from the Kremlin.

[Juice]

Yes. [Chuckles]

[Juice] Hey, no fightin'. No fightin'.

Got all the parts, a couple of assembled samples.

[Men Affirming, Chattering]

[Juice] Got them AK's.

God bless Gorbachev.

That's it. You got that right.

[Michael] Sláinte.

Niners torched the warehouse... where we store and assemble our weapons.

Holy shite.

What does that do to business?

Ah, we just bought nine acres on the edge of Amador County.

We start rebuilding, we'll be up and runnin' in two, three months.

Can't you assemble 'em here?

We learned our lesson the hard way. We don't cross our money streams.

This is strictly a legit automotive business.

So that means you go three months without buyin'the weapons from us?

Sam Crow's a huge piece of our income.

Gotta make the adjustment, right? I mean, it's part of business.

This isn't a business for us, brother.

True I.R.A. We're not merchants. We're soldiers.

The g*ns we sell fuel the cause. Without it, we lose ground.

We support the cause, McKeevy. sh*t like this just happens.

We'll have our g*ns up and runnin' in no time.

That's the problem. No time.

Three weeks would cr*pple us. Three months, we can't wait for that.

What the hell are you sayin'?

I'm sayin' if you can't front us the cash in the downtime... we're gonna have to find a new buyer.

I've been buying g*ns from you for over a decade, Michael.

When you split from Adams, I stayed with you 'cause of our friendship.

You stayed with me 'cause the other cowards sold out. We're the only outlaws left.

Now don't take this personal, Clay.

Your warehouse burnin' down is a casualty of commerce.

You lose our g*ns, that's a casualty of w*r.

Tristen!

[Quietly]

Where is she? Where is she?

Tristen!

What's goin' on?

We can't find Tristen.

Oh, Jesus.

Well, she must be here somewhere.

No, we've looked everywhere.

She's not on any of the rides.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Tristen.

[Gasping, Groaning Softly]

[Siren Wailing In Distance]

[Sniffles, Whimpers]

[Man] #Riding through this world #

♪ All alone ♪
♪ God takes your soul ♪
♪ You're on your own ♪
♪ The crow flies straight ♪
♪ Aperfect line ♪
♪ On the devil's bed ♪
♪ Until you die ♪
♪ Gotta look this life ♪
♪ In the eye ♪♪

[Chibs] McKeevy's gonna want his usual per-month order and a month's insurance.

I can't get my hands on 200K. I got every spare cent tied up in the rebuild.

So what do I tell him?

How much time do we have?

Well, he's going up north tomorrow. Don't know for how long, but... when he gets back, he'll want his cash before he goes to Dungloe.

[Vehicle Horn Honks]

Tell the shamrock I'll give him his money.

But I want you to go with him. Courtesy escort. Let me know who he's meetin' with.

[Engine Approaches, Idling, Stops]

Who's the dude in the Benz?

Elliot Oswald.

As in Oswald Lumber?

Yeah, Oswald Lumber...

Oswald Beef, Oswald Construction.

My daughter's still in shock. She doesn't remember much.

assh*le busted her in the jaw and threw her down in the dirt.

r*ped her. She's 13 years old.

What did the cops say?

[Scoffs]

Took a report. Hale's out lookin'.

I want you to find him. You bring him to me first. Pay anything you want.

Who do you think we are, Elliot?

Oswalds have been in this town a lot longer than Sam Crow. I know what you are.

[Sighs]

I don't want your money. Nobody comes into my town... and does this to an innocent girl.

We'll find the sick bastard.

But... when I deliver him to you, I'm gonna need to know that justice will be served.

You get what I'm sayin'... old friend?

[Quietly]

Yeah.

We got a 200K deficit hangin' over our heads.

Do we really, really wanna be out there playin' some pro bono Lone Ranger?

Guy r*ped a 13-year-old.

[Bobby]

Thirteen. Thirteen!

I get it. I just don't like puttin' my ass on the line for some outsider.

Clay, Oswald doesn't give a sh*t about Sam Crow.

You know, people getjammed up in this town, they don't go to the cops.

They come to us.

[Chibs] That's right, us.

And that means somethin'to me.

[Chibs Exhales]

[Clay] I don't know.

Maybe I got somethin' to prove with this guy. You know, that's my sh*t.

So, anybody wants to pass on this-

[Others Protesting]

Oh, no way. I'm in!

We're in.

Absolutely.

I'm in.

I'm in too. Guess we're huntin' a tot banger then.

Good. So what do we know?

We saw a couple of guys sportin'Aryan ink. Not sure if they were Darby's guys.

And Macon Woods is right on the Lodi border.

Darby's got a meth shack couple of miles from there.

r*pe as retaliation.

Certainly in the Nord wheelhouse.

Tap into the Sanwa database. Find out which Nords get hard for underage p*ssy.

Got it.

Bobby and I'll go after Darby.

What's so urgent, Dad?

You know Leo Kessler of Kessler Builders?

Hi.

Hi, Leo.

I'm kind of in the middle of something.

We know.

We heard about Oswald's daughter. Terrible thing.

What is this about?

We're pretty sure Elliot's been talking to Clay Morrow.

It's safe to assume he's probably looking for some, uh, vigilante justice.

Sam Crow is looking for the r*pist?

Yes.

And if they deliver, well, we may have a problem.

Oswald's very close to selling us and our investors... two land parcels off of County 17.

It's over 130 acres.

Elliot loves that kid more than anything.

God knows what he'll do to the guy if Clay hands him over.

Well, it puts Elliot in bed with Sam Crow.

And we know how Clay feels about expansion.

You need to make sure you find this guy first.

Due process of the law.

We all want the same thing, Son: Charming to grow and prosper.

Right.

I think you two are leaning a little heavier on the "prosper'"angle.

I gotta get back to work.

You girls selling cookies?

We're investigating a sexual as*ault.

[Jax] You serious?

Yeah.

I need to talk to all your guys that were at the carnival last night.

If they're not here, get them here now.

You think a Son had somethin' to do with that r*pe?

Half of'em have violent crimes on their rap sheets. Just following logic.

Wasn't it just last week four Oakland cops were busted for prostitution and r*pe?

Logic tells me we should ask where your d*ck was last night.

And don't say, "In your mama."

Officers Mann and Fain will be taking your statements.

It could take hours.

I'm tryin' to run a business here.

We can do it here, at the station house- wherever you wanna do it.

And don't say, "In your mama."

[Briefcase Locking]

[Door Closes]

Feelin' better?

A little dopey-

[Chuckles] so to speak.

When you're feeling stronger, I'll take you to see your son.

[Quietly] Yeah. Okay.

Has Jax been around?

I don't know.

They said you had a friend smuggle in that syringe of meth.

Yeah, I just signed the affidavit.

Hospital's a little nervous about the liability issues.

I'm sure they are.

[Chuckling]

What?

The two women who loved Jackson Teller-

[Chuckles]

Could we be at more opposite ends of the sh*t spectrum?

Yeah, we're not that different.

Save it, sweetheart. I don't need a pep talk. I know what I am.

So do I. And you're not suicidal.

You didn't have anyone smuggle in that dose.

I have a pretty good idea who might have delivered it.

Don't go down that road.

She the one who injected you?

No!

I stared at that five-mil tube for over an hour... and then I pumped it into my favorite vein.

End of story.

Why?

[Chuckles]

God, if you don't know why, then you and me... are nothin' alike.

[Chatter On P.A.]

Okay.

[Cell Phone Ringing]

Hello.

[Man] Hey.

I'm- I'm glad I'm not sick. You're a tough doctor to track down.

[Dial Tone]

You okay?

What-Yeah. Just... work.

Oswald girl?

Uh, the end of the hall.

Okay.

We went to get ice cream, told her to wait by the ride... if it finished before we got back.

Guy working the ride said that she waited for a few minutes, and then she went to the arcade.

Any reason why she would go there? Was she meeting someone?

Even if it seems trivial, the smallest detail can help.

We don't know anything else.

Sorry.

[Scoffs]

[Door Closes]

I know this is hard on you and Karen. L-

I can't imagine what you're going through.

But anger clouds judgment... and it makes us do things that we end up regretting- things that we can never take back.

The only thing I can never take back... is what happened to that little girl.

All right. Yeah.

[Phone Closes]

Yo, I gotta head back to T.M.

Charming P.D.'s grillin' everyone who was at the carnival.

Jax wants you to follow Hale, keep tabs on him.

F-Follow him on what?

[Laughing]

[Chatter On Police Radio]

[Jax] I can't believe these assholes are takin' another coffee break.

[Clay] Total jerk off. Hale must know we're lookin' for the guy.

We're gonna be here all day.

Oh. Two double "tranquiccinos" comin' up.

Lookin' at a 12-hour nap.

[Quietly] Nice.

Comin' for refills.

Fresh pot, boys.

It's hot.

[Tig]Jackson.

No, thank you.

[Tig]

Juice should be here soon, Clay.

[Clay] Sometimes he gets lost.

[Officer Grunts]

Whoa-ho-ho-ho.

That was quick.

Good to the last drop.

That's so bad.

[Jax] Don't fall on the floor.

[All Laughing]

[Motorcycles Approaching]

[Engines Stop]

[Half-Sack] Been talkin' to the Fun Town carnies for over an hour.

[Jax] Stay on him. - [Scooter Puttering]

Think you guys could double up, let me take one of your bikes?

Not unless he grows tits.

Big tits. Huge tits.

[Vehicle Engine Starts, Revs]

He's goin'.

See this girl last night?

Who are you?

Concerned citizens.

And what did you just say to that cop?

Why don't you ask him yourself?

'Cause we're askin' you, Uncle Vinky.

All right. No, it's all right.

This girl got r*ped less than a mile away.

sh*t like that doesn't happen in our town, which points to an outsider.

And there's not much more outsiders than you muppets.

[Men Muttering]

Hey. Hey, it can go that way if you want.

What?

[Jax Snickers]

[Uncle Vinky] All right. Tell you what I told the cop.

All my guys were here powerin' down rides, chaining up booths.

Security guards your town hired'll tell you the same thing.

[Man] That's right. - [Man #2] Mm-hmm.

Wendy's out of detox.

Thought you'd wanna know just in case you wanted to bring her flowers or something.

[Elevator Bell Dings]

[Tig] We got no sign of Darby.

Looked at the cook shacks, his house, the Dog. Looked all over for that guy.

Maybe he's gone underground.

Hey. Three of Darby's guys have done time for sex crimes.

Two are still in P. Bay, other's Johnny Yates. Got a P.O. Box in Pope.

Hey, we saw this guy at the carnival yesterday.

[Bobby] Yeah.

[Clay] You sure?

[Tig, Bobby Together] Yes.

[Cell Phone Rings]

Hang on.

I'm in the middle of it, baby.

[Gemma] You still lookin' for Darby?

Yeah. Why?

He's at the hospital. Headin' up to the south wing.

Thank you.

Darby's at St. Thomas.

[Others Murmur]

Finish preppin' the AK's. Put 'em in the duffel, full clips.

Got it.

[Tig] Hey, hey. Put these in my box.

What are they? What are they?

They're vitamins. Vitamins.

Okay.

[Bell Jingles]

Give us a minute, Floyd.

[Bell Jingles]

I'll give you two.

[Quietly] A'ight.

Jesus Christ.

[Bell Jingles]

My one peaceful moment of the day.

We need to know where Hale's at with the Oswald case.

Do you have any idea how much heat I'm gettin' on this?

I do anything to compromise this case-

I'm not askin' you to compromise. Just tell us what you know.

Got nothin'- no leads, no witnesses.

Only one who knows anything is the girl, and she's sayin' she's got no memory of it.

And Karen won't let anyone near her.

Guess I don't blame her. Probably do the same if it was my kid.

A'ight. [Sighs]

Jax, you guys cannot screw me on this.

I don't catch this r*pist, I'm the one under the microscope.

That's just bad for all of us.

Don't worry, Chief. We'll catch him.

[Door Closes] - [Bell Jingles]

Ah, sh*t.

[Gemma]

sh*t.

How you doin', Ernie?

It's goin' good. How's the beautiful queen of bikers?

Holdin' it together. What brings you here?

Four packs a day finally caught up to Mom. Stage four lung cancer.

Sorry to hear that.

You look real good, Gemma.

Clay must be keepin' you happy.

Does the best he can.

Interesting new accessory.

Picked it up on my little retreat in Chino. It's simple, but it says it.

Jewish doctors keepin' your mother alive must love it.

That's right. You got a littleJew in you, don't you?

A bit.

On the angry Russian side.

[Motorcycles Approaching]

It was nice talkin' to you, Ernie.

Gotta catch my train back to Auschwitz.

[Engines Stop]

Your old lady's still a handful.

That she is.

My guys tellin' me you been lookin' for me... think we had somethin' to do with that kid getting r*ped last night.

Thought crossed my mind.

Tearin' up the daughter of an important citizen like that- you know, maybe that's your way of pissin' on Charming ground.

When I decide to piss on Charming, it ain't gonna be on a little girl.

We know about your hook-up with the Mayans.

I'm guessing you and Alvarez got kinda cozy in Chino.

Oh, I'm just tryin' to learn how to get along with my brothers of color.

Opening my mind to bigger possibilities.

Well, don't think too big. A small mind suits you.

Last night, what? What?

All my guys were with me.

We ate at Meyers, and we sh*t pool at the Dog. Ask around.

What about Johnny Yates?

Yates? Oh, he ain't with us. That boy never fit in.

Pissed off Whistler one night, shattered Johnny's nose. Didn't see him again.

You do remember Whistler.

Oh, yeah, I remember him. Don't see him around much anymore.

Yeah, he just fell off the face of the earth. It's funny how easy that can happen.

Why don't you and me straighten out our business another time?

Right now, I need an address on Yates.

You know I ain't gonna rat him out to you. Ain't gonna happen.

Hey... he's got a half a dozen sex crimes on his rap sheet.

Now if he r*ped that girl, the quicker I find him... the quicker the eyes are off both of us.

[Vehicle Approaching]

Hey, yo.

[Engine Stops]
His mother raised fightin' dogs up in Pope.

He used to stay with her.

I think she remarried. Last name is Chester.

Thanks.

Whatever sh*t you stir up, make sure the Nords stay clear of it.

Call Trammel. See if he can scare up an address on Mother Yates.

I want bodies on this.

You think, uh, Darby could be settin' us up?

I don't know. But if he does tip off Yates... we could be walkin' into an angry whiteout.

[Scooter Puttering]

Do I even ask?

No.

No, you don't.

No.

## [Man Singing Rock On Speaker]

Juice?

Ju-Juice!

Get the AK's.

## [Continues]

Come on. Let's go!

# That's all I got #

sh*t.

♪ But there ain't no stoppin', baby ♪
♪ You got to get it while you can ♪

# If they don't stop it, baby #

[Juice Breathing Heavily]

# You got to get it while you can ##

[Snores]

[Dogs Barking In Distance]

[Barking Continues]

[Jax] Looks like a full house.

Men on the porch are armed. Not sure about the ones in the back.

You take down the ones at the cages. I'll get the lookouts.

[Chibs] Let's go.

No clips.

What?

g*dd*mn empty.

[Clay Sighs]

[Barking Loudly]

[Man Singing Heavy Metal] #One, two, three, four, five fingers turn to fist #

## [Continues]

♪ All the things you run from All the things you run to ♪
♪ All the things that hide you Fall in right behind you ♪
♪ Follow you You follow the rest ♪
♪ Why don't you follow me ♪

There's no clip. g*dd*mn Juice.

[Clay] Back door. Counting 20. - ♪ Deep inside your darkness ♪
♪ Follow you You follow the rest ♪♪

## [Soft Acoustic Guitar On Speaker] - [Chibs] What's goin'on?

Bang?

I haven't acted out sexually in over three years.

I mean, all of these men will vouch for me. I'm a saved man.

I guess we got some bad information. Sorry.

[Yates Sighs]

A little misunderstanding.

Forget about our little mistake, we'll forget about mom's illegal mutts.

[Pastor] Not too late for you men.

And Jesus Christ, our Lord and Savior, can save you.

He can deliver you from all your transgressions.

Ah, I appreciate your zeal, Padre, but my transgressions-

All I got left.

[Tig] Amen.

[Jax, Others Join]

♪ Kumbaya, my Lord ♪
♪ Kumbaya ♪

# Kumbaya, my Lord, Kumbaya ##

[Clay] Better get outta here.

They think they're protecting her by building a wall around her.

Tristen needs to talk to somebody.

Mmm. And I need something- anything- to help catch this guy so we're not doing this again with another girl.

I know Karen needs to sign some insurance forms. I'll-

I'll try to get an admin to keep her busy for a while.

Thank you.

I need a favor too.

It's more of a question really.

[Chuckling] It's gonna sound very dramatic.

Okay.

If I had a restraining order against someone in another city... would it still be valid if I went someplace else?

That all depends. Every state's a little different.

You think this someone might be coming here?

No. No...

I doubt it.

There was this guy I dated... during my internship in Chicago.

Things got weird. He got a little-

It's hard to explain.

You wanna give me his name? I'll run it through the system.

No, that's okay.

I'm just being paranoid.

How long ago did you get the R. O?

About six or seven months ago.

I'll make some general calls, okay?

See if it's still in play out here.

Thanks.

[Footsteps Departing]

[Sighs]

What the hell are you doing here?

Somethin' to brighten up your room.

I understand you and the old girlfriend have become buddies.

[Button Beeping]

It's a little late for the panic button.

I didn't say anything to anyone.

That's smart.

No one would believe you anyhow- that whole... junkie thing.

All I did was give you an option, sweetheart.

You're the one who took the coward's way out.

[Scoffs]

Couldn't even do that right.

We all can't be rocks like you, Mother Gemma.

I don't know how you do it.

What's that?

Keep all the lies straight- all the dirty little secrets buried.

[Scoffs]

God, your conscience must be locked up real tight.

Nothing gets in the way of me taking care of my family- especially my conscience.

But then you obviously can't grasp that... bein' a baby k*ller and all.

[Door Opens] - [Woman] Need something, sweetie?

Just some water for these flowers.

Don't want 'em dyin' on us.

[Door Opens, Closes]

[Hale] She holds the key- - [Karen] I did not give you permission... to question my daughter.

I wasn't questioning her, ma'am.

I was just seeing how she was feeling.

Bullshit. I am not gonna let you people traumatize her again.

You leave her the hell alone.

[Breathing Heavily]

What an idiot.

Probably thought it was speed.

I want somethin' very special.

[Chuckles]

Oh, yeah.

"...two wheels that I found.

And ride like the wind while his wheels go around"-

I'll be back.

[Jax]

Hey.

Thought you guys were on the hunt.

[Sighs] Hit a dead end.

The junkie's awake.

Don't call her that.

[Sighs] All right.

[Quietly] Sorry.

You think he can really hear you?

Yeah. I do.

[Door Closes]

Mmm.

Did you find the guy?

Mm-mmm. No, not yet.

We need you to talk to your daughter again.

Tristen doesn't remember anything after the ride.

Gotta dig a little deeper.

I mean, we need somethin'.

The guy have a car? Was he black, was he white?

She's still in shock.

All right, Karen just wants her to rest.

Look, man.

Tristen's our only sh*t at finding this assh*le. If you want our help-

I'll talk to Karen.

You find him.

[Door Slams]

Hi, sweetie. - [Door Closes]

You feelin' any better?

I guess there's a lot of people askin'you questions.

[Beeping]

My mom told me to text her if anyone... tried to-

Uh, it's okay, honey.

Your mom and I are old friends.

She told me everything. I am so sorry that happened to you.

She told you?

Don't worry, baby.

It's gonna be okay.

[Door Closes]

Had a little conversation with Tristen.

What? Why would you be talking to my daughter?

I told her I knew about the secret.

She seemed relieved.

What the hell did you say to her?

She remembers everything, doesn't she?

You don't want the trial, messy press.

Just wanna sweep it under the rug.

Don't you judge me.

I'm not judging you.

You don't know me.

And I got no idea what it's like to be you.

But I know something about burying the truth.

And it is a burden that you never want to put on a kid.

Tristen has to know that this really happened.

Make her hide it, lie about it- it'll come back and sh*t on every relationship she ever has.

That rich, happy life you've worked so hard to give her- you just kiss it good-bye.

If they arrest this guy... everyone puts a face to the crime... and then it becomes real.

And for the rest of her life in Charming, she's not gonna be Tristen.

She's gonna be the girl who was r*ped at Fun Town.

Sweetheart, in her head... she'll always be the girl who was r*ped at Fun Town.

Only thing worse than everyone knowing-

[Sobs]

Is no one knowing.

[Exhales]

Karen Oswald came clean. One of the carny guys r*ped Tristen- fat guy dressed like a clown.

Jesus. Does Hale know?

Not yet, but I can't stop her from tellin' him.

sh*t.

[Quietly] Thanks, Mom.

g*dd*mn it.

[Men Laughing] - [Switch Bangs]

[Man Coughs]

Right now.

Hear you guys are harboring a fugitive.

What are you gonna do about it?

Citizen's arrest.

[Man] Get him! Get him! Get him!

[Muttering]

Bobby, Chibs, find him!

sh*t. Shut up.

Clay, we got him! Let's go.

[Bobby] Let's go!

Let's go. Get up. Jax, come on.

Come on. Come on.

[Half-Sack Laughing]

Yeah!

[Half-Sack Laughing]

[Chatter On Police Radio]

What happened here?

Nothin'.

[Men Coughing]

Find him!

[Whimpering, Muffled]

[Whimpering Continues]

Shut up.

Here's the scumbag, r*ped your little girl.

[Protesting, Muffled]

Cattle guys call this an "Elsie maker."

[Continues Protesting]

It's used to cut the balls off of bulls. Strip him.

[Muffled Screaming, Shouting]

[Bobby] God, what is that? Oh.

[Elliot] Jesus.

He deserves every second of the pain.

[Continues Shouting, Screaming, Muffled]

What do you wanna do here, Elliot?

We had a deal.

[Bobby] Oh, Jesus.

[Sighs]

[Kn*fe Hits Ground]

I'm sorry.

[Whimpering]

I'm sorry. L-

[Hoarsely, Quietly]

L-I can't- l-

[Car Door Closes] - [Engine Starts]

[Muffled]

Oh, no. Please.

[Car Departing] - [Muffled Shouting, Screaming Resumes]

Hold him still.

Clay!

[Continues Muffled Screaming]

[Flesh Tearing]

[Screaming Loudly]

[Fluid Spattering]

[Screaming Slows, Stops]

[Clay] Let him bleed out.

Holy sh*t. Holy sh*t.

Bury him in the woods. Mark the grave.

Pick those up and gift wrap 'em.

Put this in a bag. Make sure you don't touch it.

It's got Oswald's prints all over it.

What the hell are we doin' here?

Takin' out some real estate insurance.

Makin' sure Oswald doesn't sell off those tracts of lumber acreage.

So you knew this was comin'.

Whether Oswald had the nerve or not, this whole hunt was about blackmail.

Well, actually, the leverage was just a fortunate by-product... of my community spirit.

Hey. You want me to be your number two, protect this club?

Then I gotta know where you're takin' us, otherwise, there's no trust.

And if you and me don't trust each other...

Sam Crow has got a problem.

If Oswald's land goes commercial... that means housing developments.

Population rises, brings more cops, more state and federal involvement.

Charming goes Disney... and Sam Crow gets squeezed out by the most dangerous g*ng of all: Old white money.

Now you know.

[John Teller's Voice] When we take action to avenge the ones we love... personal justice collides with social and divinejustice.

We becomejudge, jury and God.

With that choice comes daunting responsibility.

Some men cave under that weight. Others abuse the momentum.

The true outlaw finds the balance between the passion in his heart... and the reason in his mind.

His solution is always an equal mix of might and right.

Here's all that stuff you requested, Agent Kohn.

Only thing that flagged in Charming was an outlaw M.C. Charter, Sons of Anarchy.

No charges in over five years, but past offenses have been smuggling and g*n running.

[Phone Rings In Distance]

Thanks.

Okay.

[Phone Rings In Distance]

[Elevated Train Passing In Distance]

[Voices Chattering, Laughing On TV]

[Volume Switches Off]

I don't want you hurtin' yourself, Wendy.

Not over this.

What happened to Abel's not your fault.

Oh, yeah. I'm powerless. [Chuckles]

That bullshit excuse is even getting old to me.

[Sniffles]

It's not that.

Us getting back together-

I knew that would turn bad.

I didn't want to be married.

No way I was ready for a kid.

When you got pregnant, I hated you.

Hated that you gave him a name.

So I bailed.

Him born tweakin', his belly hanging out, that's on me, babe.

[Sobs Quietly, Sniffles]

[Gasps]

Oh, Jesus! He's so small.

[Sobbing]

He's so small, Jax. What did I do?

[Inhales]

Oh, I'm-

Oh, I'm so sorry, little boy. I'm so sorry.

[Sobs Quietly]

Jesus.

[Sniffles]

Now what?

Well, he stays in that toaster till he can throw a punch.

We ship your ass off to rehab... again.

[Sniffles, Strains]

[Sniffles]

[Sobs]

Thank you, Jax. Thank you. [Sniffles]

[Sobs]

Hey, idiot. Wake up.

You must've really pissed off your buddies.

Oh, sh*t.

Mm-hmm.

Come on. Get outta here before I slap an indecent exposure on you.

Oh-

[Strains]

I'm sorry, Chief. I'm not sure what, uh-

I gotta go. Um...

I'm late for my 8:00 feeding.

Uh-huh.

Ow. Oh.

[Metal Door Creaks]

[Kohn]

Officer!

Yes.

Agent Kohn, A.T.F., Chicago Three Division.

Deputy Chief Hale.

What brings you here?

Been working an interstate weapons case.

Outlaw crew in your town may be involved- Sons of Anarchy?

Welcome to Charming.

[Door Opens]

[Door Closes]