03x01 - So

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Previously on Sons of Anarchy...

A*F has me. So they're gonna tell Jimmy I was the rat.

I didn't help.

You gotta convince Jimmy you'd do anything for the cause.

k*ll that A*F bitch.

Edmond: Box you put me in, you give me no choice.

Stahl: I guess da raised a little Irish p*ssy.

Oh!

Oh!

(f*ring, Edmond groans)

sh*t.

Tara: That woman... who is she?

Gemma: She's the one who told me her baby was choking.

Tara: That r*pe would have destroyed most women.

Whatever it is you think you have to do, you're past it.

Gemma: This is how I do my part.

Half-Sack: Hey, where's she going? Tara: Stay here.

She may need to get out fast.

Polly: Eddy?

Oh, God.

Gemma: Put down the g*n.

(g*nsh*t, Polly groans)

(Gemma sighs)

Stahl: Was she involved in the r*pe?

I'm sorry that that happened to you.

Gemma: And now what happens?

Stahl: Go.

I'm giving you a chance.

Hey.

Gemma: What are you doing?

Stahl: You need to put down the g*n.

Gemma: You are a smart bitch.

Stahl: This is Stahl.

Clay Morrow's old lady took my g*n.

Edmond ran for the door.

Gemma sh*t him in the back with my w*apon. He's dead.

Cameron: Mother Mary.

Gemma: I need a little help.

I'm on the lam.

Unser: Any idea where we're headed? Gemma: No.

Where's Gemma?

Feds raided the house. I had to leave.

Jax: What's the matter? Tara: It's Gemma.

She followed Zobelle's daughter into... (Tara gasps)

Jax: Tara?

Cameron: Gemma k*lled my Eddy.

Son for a son.

Tara: No!

(Half-sack gasps)

(Slicing)

(Tara sobbing, Abel crying)

Jax: Something's wrong. I got to go.

Clay: Irish took my grandson.

Jax: He took my son!

(Jax screaming)

" 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... "

(knocking at door)

Bobby: Laroy called.

They found the guy.

Clay: Okay.

You talk to Tig?

Bobby: 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.

Bobby: I know.

Had to tell her about Sack.

That sh*t's been all over the papers, but the kidnapping hasn't hit the news.

We should be able to protect her from it.

Clay: Where is he?

Opie: PD let 'em back into the house yesterday.

Clay: Let's go get him.

Chuck: It's okay.

I'll stay here, tidy up.

" the bottle stands forlorn a symbol of the dawn. "

Tara: Nursery.

(Phone rings)

Bobby: Hello.

Opie: sh*t.

Jax.

Chibs: Jackie boy.

Come on, kid.

Tara: He's been like this since it happened.

I don't know what to do.

Clay: We'll take care of him.

Opie: We got some info on Abel.

Laroy found a guy who made some I.D. for Cameron.

Chibs: Hey, Jackie boy.

Come on, shower. Come on.

Come on, kid.

Bobby: Hold on, sweetheart.

(Shower running)

Love on the line.

Clay: Thanks, Bobby.

Hello, my love. Gemma: Hey, baby.

Clay: You doing all right?

Gemma: Yeah.

Clay: Place okay?

Gemma: It's a, it's a sh*thole, but I'm safe.

Burying the prospect today?

Clay: Wake tonight, funeral tomorrow.

Gemma: I should be there. Clay: I know.

Gemma: I miss you so much.

Clay: I miss you, too.

We'll figure this sh*t out, baby.

Gemma: Oh, yeah, I know that.

I love you.

Clay: I love you.

Gemma: Can I talk to Jax?

Clay: He just, uh, jumped in the shower.

Gemma: Okay.

Hey, kiss Abel for me.

Tell my boys I love 'em.

Clay: Absolutely.

We'll talk later, right?

Gemma: Yeah.

Bye.

Clay: 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 bed until you die " gotta look this life in the eye. "

Opie: Thanks.

Tara: Can I, can I talk to you for a second?

Clay: Sure.

Tara: Hale pushed it back as far as he could, but I have to talk to Stahl and the FBI today, tell them what I saw.

Clay: Okay.

Tara: Well, I tried to ask Jax what I should...

Clay: As much of the truth as you can.

We want everybody looking for Abel.

Just give 'em the basics.

Feds know who Cameron is, his real IRA ties.

All you got to do is leave out the details about our association.

Tara: But if those details help find him... Clay: They won't.

Cameron k*lled sack, he took my grandson 'cause Stahl lied and framed Gemma.

That's the real truth.

(Tara exhales)

Hey.

You've done good, sweetheart, you really stepped up.

You're the best thing that happened to Jax.

(Tara chuckles)

We're all so glad you're around.

Clay: Can you ride?

Jax: Yeah.

Give me a minute.

Tara: I think you blame me.

Jax: This has nothing to do with you.

None of it does.

Tara: None of it?

Jax: I'm sorry this happened.

I had no right asking you for this.

Tara: Asking me for what?

Jax: Wanting you to stay, be part of what I am.

I didn't think it through.

Obviously, I do that. I don't think sh*t through.

What it might do to other people.

(Tara laughs)

Tara: I'm not other people.

Jax: You should have gone back to Chicago.

The sh*t that happened with Kohn...

That should have been the end.

Tara: You're not making sense.

Jax: This has to be the end.

You got to get out. From charming. Away from me.

Tara: Jax, you... you can't just expect me to...

Jax: Just... Tara...

Please don't complicate it, okay?

It's simple.

You don't belong here.

(Door closes)

(Motorcycle engine revving)

(Yells)

(Cries)

(Panting)

(Motorcycle engine retreating)

(TV plays low in the background)

(TV plays low in the background)

Clay: This the guy?

Laroy: Yeah, that's him.

Hey, tell him what you know.

Uh, I think I did some work for the Irishman you're looking for.

Juice: Is that him?

Yeah, that's him.

Clay: What kind of papers?

Irish passport.

American travel visa.

Cribs: Means he's trying to leave the country.

Bobby: What name's he using?

Timothy O'Dell.

Belfast address.

Jax: You do an id for a baby?

No. No, he came alone.

Opie: It don't mean nothing, brother.

If he still had Abel, he'd need a passport to get him out of the country.

Opie: Maybe Cameron's still local.

Bobby: Yeah, or maybe he went someplace else for Abel's id.

Someone trying to hide-hide a kid, I mean, uh, he's not gonna get any papers from me. I don't want that kind of trouble.

Where'd you meet this guy?

Chinatown.

Clay: Any public marinas nearby? Laroy: Alice street.

Juice: I'll call our friend, see if a Timothy O'Dell's got a boat there.

Clay: Thanks, Mr. Magoo.

All right. Okay.

(Distant train whistle blowing)

(Knocking)

Jacob: I hear you're moving offices.

Hale: Yeah. It'll be official next Thursday.

Jacob: That's good. You deserve it.

Hale: Thanks.

So, what do you need, Jake?

Jacob: It's been a rough week.

Hale: Yeah.

Jacob: That sh*t with Zobelle.

I'm sorry.

Hmm?

Hale: Doesn't matter now.

He's Interpol's problem.

Weston's dead, courtesy of Clay, I'm sure.

Jacob: I saw an opportunity I thought could help this town.

Hale: Yeah, I know.

So, how are the mayoral plans shaping up?

Jacob: Well, it looks like it's me and Oswald in the primary.

No one on the Democratic ticket.

Primary is the race.

Hale: Think you can b*at him?

Jacob: I don't know.

He's got money.

Got a lot of relationships.

I'm gonna need the chief of police in my corner.

Hale: I'm with you, Jake.

Jacob: That's good to know, brother.

(Seagulls cawing)

Juice: Unser said it was slip 39.

Clay: Nobody gets past here.

Juice: Right.

Clay: You with us?

Jax: Yeah.

(Boat horn sounds in distance)

(Bobby muttering)

Chibs: Empty.

Clay: Rip it up.

Got to be something.

(Boat horn sounding in distance)

(Seagulls cawing)

Tig: sh*t.

Hey. What the hell you doing? Gemma: I got to borrow a ride.

Tig: What are you talking about? Gemma: Is that your truck?

Tig: Hey, you're not doing this. Gemma: Let go of me!

(Gemma sighs)

(Tig sighs)

Tig: I'm sorry. Gemma: Yeah.

Look, I... I got to go home.

Tig: Oh.

Gemma: He needs me. Tig: sh*t.

APB went wide, sweetheart.

That means every cop in five States knows your face.

Come on.

The feds... they've offered ten k for any info. We got to sit tight. Sorry.

Bobby: Found a receipt from the marina.

Paid cash. Couldn't find nothing else.

Chibs: Yeah.

Needle's on empty.

He wasn't planning no sea voyage.

Clay: Let's put this piece of sh*t out of commission.

Quietly.

Opie: Absolutely.

Clay: Who are these fine dark fellows?

Happy: Looking nervous.

(Indistinct chatter)

Clay: Check it out.

Bobby: He's totally gone, man.

(Seagulls screeching)

Clay: I got this.

Here we go.

Let's go! Let's go! Move! Move! Move!

Jax: What are you doing?

Clay: Let's make sure he doesn't take any more boat rides.

(Hammer snaps)

Jax: Give me the hat.

Clay: I'll give it back when I find him.

Cause we are gonna find him.

You hear me?

(Tires squealing)

(Engine revving)

(Tires squealing)

(Engines revving)

" 'cause I can't stop can't stop now turn your face around turn your face around listen up now, listen up now sick of working that 9 to 5 we fight to stay alive... "

(g*nsh*t)

(Horn honking)

(Tires squealing)

(Engines revving)

" now I'll take whatever's mine... "

" we gonna bring it to your house... "

(engines revving)

" it's Mr. Chuck you know I bring it fresh... you know I bring it fresh... " oh, sh*t.

Opie: Go!

I'm all right.

Go, man! I'm all right!

I'm all right.

" till we push 'em on the side, man, oh, we gonna bring it to your house... "

Opie: Thanks, brother.

" so get on down and hit the ground one, two, three, just hit the ground

" we gonna bring it to your house so get on down and hit the ground it's home invasion, baby, one, two, three... " get him a g*n!

Smash him, he's... " just hit the ground! "

Bobby: Oh, sh*t!

(Dog barking)

Pony Joe: Put your sh*t down! Put it down!

Put 'em down!

Clay: Just a friendly visit, boys. Fester: Oh, yeah?

Why'd this assh*le try to blow our heads off, then?

Bobby just trying to get your attention. Fester: Oh, well, you got it now, bitch!

Bobby: I got his attention.

I see that.

Clay: Now what?

Bobby: We weren't after you at the docks.

The red boat, the beater?

We're looking for the guy who owns it.

Fester: We own that sh*t now.

Jax: The guy that did own it, he kidnapped my eight-month old son.

Pony Joe: Irish dude?

Jax: Yeah.

Pony Joe: Three days ago he said he needed some quick cash.

Met him down at the docks with the boat, some AKS.

He told us where to find the car, but he didn't have no kid with him, though.

Jax: All right, hey, thanks.

Piney: So, how's the old man?

Jax: Still dead.

Piney: You know, I hear that happens.

Jax: What are you doing, cruising for widows?

No. Making arrangements for half-sack's hole, and I'm tired of this run, so...

Jax: Yeah.

Yeah, I know.

Piney: You, uh, you want to bounce something off of me?

I mean, I'm not as smart as J.T., but I've been known to have my moments.

Jax: I'm good.

Piney: Jax... we don't, uh, we don't have shrinks or priests.

You don't want to talk to me, that's fine.

Are you gonna talk to somebody in this club and work this sh*t out?

I've been trying to find some time to balance my...

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?

Piney: Look, you're loyal, and decent...

You love the right things.

That's who he was.

And I miss him.

I miss him.

Wright: When Cameron grabbed the baby, where were you?

Tara: I... slid down onto the floor next to half-s... kip's body.

Wright: He didn't say anything; Why he was taking the baby?

About his son being k*lled, ransom?

Tara: I told you, no.

Wright: The smallest detail can help us.

He forced me into the nursery, tied me up, then left with Abel. He didn't say a word.

I don't know anything else.

Unser: The CHP, the sheriffs got nothing new on the kid.

It's not looking good. I'm sorry.

Clay: Did you run the name?

Unser: No Timothy O'Dell in the San Joaquin database.

I'm doing everything I can. Clay: I know you are.

(Clay sighs)

Unser: How's our girl doing?

Tig get her up north okay? Clay: Yeah, she's fine.

Probably best I don't give you too many details.

Tell her I would ask about her, all right?

Hey. Hey!

You Ain't no use to your family in a federal lockup.

Stahl: Just give me a minute.

Let's see if she talks about him.

It's okay. Great.

Unser: You okay? Tara: Yeah.

Stahl: 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 g*ns for your future father-in-law.

Tara: And I find it hard to believe you've still got a badge after what you did to Gemma. Stahl: What I did?

Gemma came in g*ns blazing.

I barely escaped with my life.

Tara: You're a despicable woman.

Stay out of my business.

Stahl: Or what, doctor, Hmm?

Or you're gonna have one of Jax's boys g*n me down?

Tara: I don't need a boy to handle my sh*t.

You stay away from my family.

Stahl: Well, Gemma trains

'em well. I'll give her that.

Where is she, Clay?

Clay: No idea.

Stahl: Well, we'll find her.

Clay: 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-n*zi sting.

Stahl: Lot of bad guys out there.

Sometimes the pursuit gets a little... messy, you know?

Clay: Is that why your bosses pulled you off the Irish?

'Cause it got a little messy?

Seems avoiding the bad sh**ting hit didn't do you much good, after all.

All you did by framing Gemma was get a man k*lled and a baby kidnapped.

Anything happens to my grandson, anything, I promise you... I'm gonna shove a g*n barrel up that bony ass of yours and I'm gonna blow your black heart out.

Jax (Sighs): Jesus Christ.

(Men conversing)

Gemma (Whispers): all right.

(Engine sputters)

(Grunts)

(Vehicle passes)

Aah, g*dd*mn it!

(Grunts)

(Keypad beeping)

(Grunts)

(Phone rings)

Gemma: Oh! Really?

Oh!

Oh, sh*t!

What the hell?!

(Gemma grunts)

You stealing my car, bitch? Gemma: No, I'm the valet, shithead!

I'll k*ll you.

(Groans)

(Screaming)

Tig: Are you out of your g*dd*mn mind?

Gemma: Yeah, maybe a little.

Tig: Jesus.

You all right? Gemma: I'm okay.

Tig: Gemma, you almost cut the guy's joint off.

Gemma: If I wanted him dickless, it'd be laying on the ground next to him.

It's a flesh wound. Tig: Oh, good.

Well, that flesh wound's going to cost this club a shitload of favors.

Gemma: You know you're not going to be able to keep me here, right?

I'm going whether you like it or not.

Tig: Gemma, why you doing this to me? Why?

I promised Clay I would keep you safe.

Gemma: Then you better come with me, Tigger.

Starting incision.

(Tara gasps)

Are you all right?

Tara: I need to... can you do this?

Dr. Knowles?

(Tara gasps)

(Panting)

Tara: I'll finish up. Jax: I got it.

You should go.

Tara: No.

I didn't come back to charming to run away from Cohn.

And I didn't stay because of what we did to him.

Jax: Doesn't matter now.

Tara: When Donna was k*lled, 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...

Jax: I shouldn't have said that sh*t.

Tara: 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... 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.

Jax: I'm not the answer.

Look at me. Look at this.

Tara: 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?

sh*t, it's endless. I drive myself crazy.

Jax: None of that matters.

Tara: 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.

(Jax sighs)

(Tig sighs)

Hey, gem, you know, maybe we should have called first.

Gemma: Nah. He never answers the phone.

That was her job.

Come on.

(Doorbell chimes)

(Knocking)

Can I help you?

If it's those colored boys again, you tell 'em we don't need any more magazines.

Gemma: 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: Gemma.

Tig: I'm Tig.

Amelia: Amelia.

I'm his caregiver.

Your mom hired me about six months ago when she couldn't handle him anymore.

I live in.

Gemma: I didn't know he got that bad.

How's he doing?

Amelia: Depends.

Some days he's sharper than me.

Others he barely knows where he is.

Gemma: Does he know rose d*ed?

Amelia: 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.

Tig: Excuse me, you got a place I can wash up?

Amelia: Sure, yeah. Tig: Yeah?

Amelia: Just this way.

(Horses whinnying on television)

Gemma: Hi, daddy.

It's Gemma.

Oh, my... my God!

I... my baby girl!

Gemma (Whispers): yeah.

My baby girl!

Gemma: It's me. It's me.

(Sobbing)

Your... 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... probably...She's probably down at Potenta's getting her hair done.

Gemma: Yeah.

Sit with me. Gemma: Okay, daddy.

Come on, daddy. Here. Sit.

Yeah. Yeah, she'll be back soon.

Gemma: I hope not.

(Mutters)

Come here.

Mr. President, good to see you.

Uh-huh, such a shame. Yeah.

(Indistinct conversations)

Jacob: It's unbelievable.

Archbishop dome didn't get this kind of turnout when he passed.

Hale: Makes folks a little nervous when they see SAMCRO vulnerable.

It's not supposed to happen to them in charming.

Jacob: Well, they should get nervous.

See these scumbags for what they rely are.

Bobby: Thanks for coming down. Kozik: Yeah.

Sorry about the prospect.

I liked that little guy.

Clay: I was just telling Kozik that we need bodies around our table.

We're so deep in our sh*t, forgetting to grow club ranks.

Opie: Got three hang-arounds we can bring up.

Filthy-Phil, Shepard and Miles.

Clay: Good.

Chibs: Happy's tired of nomading.

He'd rather land here than up north.

Clay: Happy's a welcome addition.

Tell them.

Kozik: Tacoma's growing a little thick.

I was hoping to jump to a smaller charter.

Bobby: You thinking about coming back to charming?

Kozik: Yeah, gonna put in a request to transfer next church.

Bobby: That in's on Tig, brother.

Clay: We'll make it happen.

Kozik: All right, man.

Bobby: We will?

(Murmurs)

(Organ playing softly)

(Organ playing softly)

Clay: Made it through Iraqi minefields, only to get taken out in a g*dd*mn kitchen.

(Sighs)

How you holding up, son?

Jax: I'm okay.

You talk to mom?

Clay: Yeah, this morning.

She's good.

Worried about her family.

(Sighs)

She doesn't know about Abel.

She'd... take it on, make it her burden.

That wouldn't be helping anybody.

Jax: Makes sense.

Clay: 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.

Jax: And what's happening in charming?

Clay: 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.

Jax: That's my business. Clay: No, it isn't.

None of these guys are old enough to remember what happened to your old man.

How he... fell apart, lost focus when Thomas d*ed.

Jax: Yeah, well, I'm not my old man. Clay: I know that, but they don't.

You gotta show 'em something.

Make the hard choice, son.

Jax: And what choice would that be?

Clay: Either Abel is dead, and you want revenge, or he's alive, and you would k*ll to find him.

Now if you can't make that decision, then you better get down on your hands and knees and pray for something to get you there...

Fast.

(Bluesy rock song plays)

" out in the desert there's a soldier laying 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 k*ll me "

" dad's gonna k*ll me "

" you hit that booby trap and you're in pieces " with every b*llet

" with every b*llet your risk increases "

" old Ali Baba he's a different species "

" nobody loves me here nobody loves me here "

" dad's gonna k*ll me dad's gonna k*ll me... "

Maureen: Mother of Christ! Cameron: Mo, can I talk to you?

Maureen: Cammy, what are you doing here? Cameron: Please, Maureen?

Maureen: Get in...Quick, before anybody sees you. Get that child out of the damp.

" I'm dead meat in my Humvee Frankenstein "

" I hit the roadblock somehow I never hit the mine "

" the dice rolled and I got lucky this time "

" and dad's gonna k*ll me... "

" dad's gonna k*ll me..."

" got a wife and 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 "

" and dad's gonna k*ll me "

" dad's in a bad mood dad's got the blues "

" it's someone else's mess that I didn't choose "

(people gasping, screaming)

" nobody loves me here nobody loves me here "

" dad's gonna k*ll me... " man: Go, go, go!

(Man gasps)

" 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 "

" and dad's gonna k*ll me "

Jacob: Oh, sh*t!

" dad's... gonna k*ll me "

Jacob: Oh, God... (Man groaning)

(Woman shrieking)

Woman: That's my baby boy!

Oh, my God!

He's hurt! Somebody get help!

Somebody get... officer: Don't move!

Woman: Help me!

Tell me he's gonna be okay.

My baby! Oh!

" dad's gonna k*ll me "

" dad's gonna k*ll me! "

woman: Please...!

" another angel got his wings this week "

" charbroiled with his own Willie Pete "

" no one's dying if you speak double-speak "

(man gasping)

Billy: Jax...

" dad's gonna k*ll me dad's...Gonna k*ll me! "