05x04 - Stolen Huffy

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Previously on Sons of Anarchy...

LUIS: When do you turn yourselves in?

JAX: We're on our way now. We need protection in County, and we got to make these bullshit charges go away.

ROOSEVELT: So you came to say good-bye?

OPIE: Yeah.

ROOSEVELT: Get him out of here! You got a spot with us, boy.

JAX: Appreciate that.

CHIBS: Pope finds out brown has our back, he's gonna find other ways to hurt us.

JAX: What the hell do you want, man?

DAMON: I need a dead Son for the Niner and the cop you k*lled. It maintains my relationships. When that happens, you get out to earn, and Trager-- he stays inside for the rest of his life.

(cell phone ringing)

GEMMA: Yeah, what?

CARLA: I've got two of your guys. Real cute thing and some old dude.

EMMA JEAN: What's going on?

(Gemma screaming)

(g*nsh*t, women scream)

OFFICER: Let me see your hands!

Let me see your hands!

CARLA: Had to be Emma Jean.

SERGEANT: Am I choosing or you?

JAX: - My call.

No!

JAX: No! No!

Ope!

OPIE: I got this.

DAMON: Sounds like things went according to plan.

JAX: There's a new plan.

I just watched my best friend get beaten to death.

Now I need Trager outside.

Him knowing I saved his life gives me an eternal advantage I'm gonna need.

DAMON: There you go.

Using pain to take you to the next level.

Those are the things that turn players into kings.

GEMMA: What happened?

CARLA: Your little tantrum got us all locked up.

Emma Jean... you b*at the sh*t out of her.

GEMMA: She called the cops?

CARLA: Someone reported prostitution.

Either her or your old man.

GEMMA: Oh, no.

Clay wouldn't settle a beef with cops.

CARLA: He doesn't need to.

He has you. (lock clicking)

JAILER: Gemma Teller-Morrow.

You're out.

Let's go.

CARLA: Oh, yeah, that's right.

You know all the right people.

GEMMA: Yeah, or maybe they just realized that I wasn't a whore.

WENDY: Hey.

You okay? GEMMA: - Yeah.

WENDY: Well, they dropped the prostitution charge.

Just battery at play.

GEMMA: It was a misunderstanding.

WENDY: Oh.

What part-- the hooking or the b*ating?

GEMMA: I'm sorry.

I didn't know who else to call.

WENDY: Wow.

You must really be running out of friends if I'm your emergency contact number.

GEMMA: How much do I owe you?

WENDY: I posted a bond-- 900.

GEMMA: All right, just come by the garage today, I'll give you the money.

Thank you.

WENDY: No problem.

It's the least I could do after the way you helped me with Tara.

Should've known listening to you would just make things worse.

GEMMA: Yeah, I guess you should've.

So why'd you help me?

(Wendy sighs)

WENDY: Putting coin in the karma bank.

Come on.

I'll give you a ride home.

GEMMA: Um... nah.

I don't need a ride.

I got one.

WENDY: I will handle this thing with Tara.

No more manipulating, okay?

GEMMA: Hey, it's not Tara you have to convince, it's Jax.

You are still the woman who tried to k*ll his firstborn son.

You understand me?

WENDY: Yeah, I know.

NERO: You okay?

I didn't know you were out.

GEMMA: Yeah, I had a friend post bail.

I, um, I still got some stuff at your place.

NERO: I got to stick around, bail out the rest of the girls.

GEMMA: They blame me for this.

NERO: Okay.

GEMMA: You think it's my fault?

Oh, don't answer that.

I left my thick skin in Charming.

(Jax sighs)

TARA: I'm so sorry.

JAX: Yeah.

I'm gonna need you to check in on Lyla.

The county made the call this morning.

TARA: Okay.

I'll drop the boys off at day care and push a few appointments.

JAX: Thanks.

Let her know about tonight.

TARA: Mm-hmm.

JAX: She needs anything at all...

TARA: Does Gemma know?

JAX: No.

I'll tell her.

I love you.

TARA: I love you, Jax.

♪ 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: I think Opie's been looking for a way out since Donna d*ed.

He's never been right since.

He went out a warrior.

CHIBS: We... we wouldn't be sitting here if it wasn't for him.

CLAY: No doubt, Ope made his own choice.

It's Pope forcing that choice concerns me.

TIG: Jax did all he could... all he could to push back the thr*at.

FRANKIE: Agreeing to a 50 G payout?

JAX: Short term, Frankie.

GOGO: How short?

JAX: We never rubbed up against a guy like Pope.

An OG sitting at a table with judges, senators, CEOs.

BOBBY: He can k*ll us with a phone call as easily as a b*llet.

We're just white smoke to this dude.

JAX: I say we agree to his terms, see where it goes.

Maybe we can even use this guy to our advantage.

CLAY: What advantage is that?

JAX: If we're good with Pope, the rest of black gets in line.

HAPPY: What about the tar stains that k*lled Ope?

They just gonna get in line, too?

JAX: No retaliation.

Not now.

It puts us and Charming at risk.

CLAY: We're already at risk.

Those home invasions, that's got to be black.

JAX: Pope didn't put them in play.

He wasn't sure about the Niners.

He's looking into it.

GREG: We're throwing Pope a lot of trust.

JAX: It ain't trust, man.

It's fear!

Right now, he controls it.

We got to buy time to change that.

Let's vote this.

We pay out the 50 Gs till we figure this sh*t out.

Yea. ALL: - Yea.

JAX: Okay.

I'll set up a meeting with Pope, tell him we're good, push him on these home invasions.

The body should be here this afternoon.

Let's do this right.

UNSER: Hey, Jax.

You seen your mom?

JAX: No. Why?

UNSER: Got a call from Fain over at Stockton PD.

Gemma got arrested last night.

Said she got bailed out this morning.

JAX: Arrested for what?

UNSER: Uh, some kind of raid on a brothel.

JAX: sh*t.

CHIBS: Nero.

UNSER: What's a Nero?

CHIBS: I'm with you.

TIG: Jax, you go.

We'll handle everything for Opie.

JAX: All right.

You good? BOBBY: - Yeah.

JAX: Come on.

UNSER: What happened to Ope?

CLAY: Never made it out of County.

UNSER: Oh, Christ.

How?

CLAY: How do you think?

Let's go.

BOBBY: Come by later... say good-bye.

UNSER: Oh.

CARLA: What?

NERO: Eviction notice.

We're out at the end of the week.

WENDY: Hey.

I was just on my way to your office.

TARA: Um, I'll meet you there, okay?

WENDY: - Okay. TARA: - Yeah. Come on.

(indistinct chatter over P.A.)

WENDY: I'm sorry.

I didn't know you had them in day care here.

TARA: Don't sit down.

You're not staying.

WENDY: I hope you never have to experience what I just felt in that hallway.

Having your own son walk by you and have no idea who you are.

TARA: That's not my fault.

WENDY: No.

It's mine; I know that.

Look, the way I handled things yesterday-- not the way I want to do this.

I'm sorry.

TARA: There's nothing more for you to say.

If you want to start a custody suit, have your lawyer call me.

End of story.

WENDY: No, that's not what I want.

Look, I understand what you're doing.

I would probably be reacting the same way.

But there has to be a part of you that knows that what I'm asking for isn't just for me.

It's about what's best for Abel.

TARA: And I'm the person making that decision.

WENDY: Yeah, today.

But it's easy for you to shut me out when he's three.

What are you gonna do when he's a teenager and he wants to know who his real mom is?

You can stop me from getting to him, but you can't stop him from finding me.

He's gonna want to know the truth.

So, please, just think about that.

(door closes)

NERO: Hey.

GEMMA: Oh, my God.

When'd you get out?

JAX: This morning.

(Gemma sighs)

You okay?

GEMMA: Yeah.

JAX: What happened?

CARLA: You ask her.

JAX: What did you do?

NERO: It wasn't her fault.

GEMMA: Clay showed up here yesterday, and, um, you know, I caught him with one of those girls.

Just smacked her around a little.

CARLA: Kicked the sh*t out of her.

She must have gone to Vice.

GEMMA: We don't know that for sure.

JAX: Jesus Christ.

Go home, Mom.

GEMMA: I'll let myself out.

JAX: I'm sorry, man.

Anything I can do to help.

NERO: Hey, how's Hernando?

FIASCO: He's not good.

He's laid up at Saint Joe's.

NERO: One of our guys took a b*llet during this raid.

LUPE: Girls are talking.

Saying it was Emma Jean who called the cops.

Where's she at?

CARLA: I don't know.

We just got out.

LUPE: She's still in town, she's working.

We'll find her.

NERO: No, no, no, no.

I don't want anybody knowing our business.

I will check around, I will find out where she is.

Then I'll let you handle it, eh?

FIASCO: Yeah.

Okay.

Call us when you know.

Orale, vamos.

NERO: You really want to help?

JAX: What you need?

NERO: Save the chick your mom almost k*lled, before my guys finish the job.

I got to get this Emma Jean out of town.

JAX: How's your crew gonna feel about you moving behind their back?

NERO: No treason.

I'm thinking out loud here.

I'm hoping someone's listening.

CHIBS: Where is she?

NERO: She's probably doing privates out of her hotel.

Canby Suites, Sixth and Grove.

Look for, uh, hearts hanging from her door.

CHIBS: How romantic.

JAX: All right, man.

I'll call you when we have her.

(keypad beeps)

(line ringing)

FRANKIE: Come on, get it up.

Got one more, come on.

That's good, good, good, good.

(Clay sighs)

GEMMA: I need to talk to you.

CLAY: Okay.

GEMMA: This is the part where the rest of you get the hell out.

Nero lost his place.

Looks like that little skank you tapped ratted out to Vice.

CLAY: Not my problem.

GEMMA: Why'd you come up there?

CLAY: Why do you think?

I needed to know you were safe.

Now I know.

GEMMA: You don't know sh*t.

I need distance, Clay.

Stop checking up on me.

CLAY: You want to drink yourself stupid, you want to lay down with spic bangers, knock yourself out.

You want distance, you got it.

I don't even know who you are anymore.

GEMMA: Why don't you bounce my face off the floor.

Then maybe you'll recognize me.

CLAY: Got to get ready for Ope's thing.

GEMMA: What thing?

CLAY: Jax didn't tell you?

GEMMA: Tell me what?

CLAY: Ope... got k*lled in County.

The wake's tonight.

(Gemma gasps)

(Gemma sobs softly)

(sobbing)

GEMMA: What the hell's happening to us?

CHIBS: Emma Jean's on the job.

EMMA JEAN: Ooh!

JAX: sh*t.

Patch might spook her.

MAN: - Who's that? EMMA JEAN: - I don't know.

EMMA JEAN: What do you want?

JAX: Got your name from a friend of mine.

EMMA JEAN: You have to call first.

JAX: I don't have your number.

EMMA JEAN: Hey.

What're you doing?

JAX: Get out of here.

Now. EMMA JEAN: - Oh, sh*t.

JAX: Relax.

We're not gonna hurt you.

EMMA JEAN: You can't just barge in here.

JAX: Someone turned Vice onto Diosa. Nero's crew thinks it was you.

EMMA JEAN: I didn't call anyone. I just split. That's the truth. I'd never rat.

JAX: Well, the only truth that matters now is these guys want to hurt you.

CHIBS: Let's go, sweetheart. Nero wants us to get you out of town.

EMMA JEAN: Oh, Christ.

JAX: Here. Put this on.

(car door slams)

FIASCO: Where you heading?

LUPE: We'll take it from here.

JAX: Hold on, darling.

(engine starts) LUPE: What are you doing?

FIASCO: Hey, let's go!

(tires squealing)

(Emma Jean screams)

(horns honking)

(Emma Jean screams)

(tires squealing)

Yeah. Yeah.

You whole?

Yeah.

You okay?

Yeah, yeah.

Oh, oh, oh. They're here.

(cocks g*n)

CHIBS: Hey, hey, hey!

JAX: Hey, not here.

Not here.

LUPE: We just want her.

JAX: Hey, go back inside.

Go on.

Go back inside.

CHIBS: Hey, come on now, guys, huh? Look around.

I don't think we want to be doing this for an audience.

FIASCO: You made a big mistake, pendejo.

JAX: This whore sh*t all over our club.

Got my mom locked up.

This is our get.

LUPE: We got to send a message, make sure the other p*ssy thinks about doing it.

JAX: I will.

Use us as your message.

Tell your crew you sent the biker boys to do your bitch work.

CHIBS: We all want the same thing here.

No sense in us all k*lling each other over some piece of gash.

LUPE: We'll need proof she's dead.

The other girls got to see that sh*t.

FIASCO: I want a thumb.

And tit.

JAX: Really?

Okay.

CHIBS: Someone sent these two.

This is a setup.

JAX: Hey.

You okay?

EMMA JEAN: Yeah.

JAX: We're gonna take you to our clubhouse.

You'll be safe there.

You call Nero.

You get him and his bottom bitch to meet us there.

CHIBS: Come on, our lovely little slag.

JAX (whispering): I'm sorry.

Come on.

NERO: What happened?

CHIBS: Your boys showed up at the hotel the same time as we did.

JAX: Almost ended up in a hood slaughter.

We convinced them that we'd finish her off.

CHIBS: So, what we need now is a digit and a tiny titty to prove it.

NERO: Ah, Jesus Christ.

JAX: How'd they know where she was?

NERO: There's only one other person who knew.

CARLA: I was protecting you.

If your crew found out what you did, they'd crush you.

They'd ruin everything that we've built.

NERO: Where do you get this "we" sh*t from?

We haven't built anything.

Sorry.

I never would've sent you guys to get her if I would have known.

JAX: It's okay.

Sounds like a move someone else would pull.

Let's call it even.

Rat.

Keep her in the garage, away from the phones.

RAT BOY: Yes, sir.

GEMMA: Why is she here?

JAX: That's not your concern.

GEMMA: No, it's not.

But it should be yours.

JAX: You know what, Mom?

I kind of have a few things on my plate today.

Like burying my best friend.

So your need to be loved, worshipped and adored is a little low on my list today.

EMMA JEAN: Nothing happened between me and your old man.

He didn't even take his pants off.

Had me rub his shoulders.

And I didn't call the cops.

NERO: Can you keep an eye on Carla until I get this one out of town?

JAX: Yeah.

JAX: Call Skeeter.

See who he's burning.

Tell him we need a thumb and a tit.

CHIBS: Okay.

You know, he loves you more than anyone, Mom.

Just give him some room.

(knocking on door)

JAX: Yeah?

(door opens)

Hey, babe.

TARA: Hey.

(door closes)

Did you go down?

JAX: A little bit.

I got cut off.

I'm fine.

(sighs)

How was Lyla?

TARA: Medicated.

(Tara grunts)

JAX: I'm tossing those.

TARA: Maybe we shouldn't.

(sighs)

Wendy came by the hospital today.

(Jax groans)

JAX: sh*t.

I'll handle it.

TARA: We have to tell him the truth, Jax.

(sighs)

JAX: No, we don't.

The trauma that Abel's seen in his life, narced up at birth, kidnapped.

Who knows how much damage that sh*t's already done?

I'm not gonna confuse him more.

When he's older and stronger, we can talk about this again, but until then, no other woman is gonna call him "son" but you.

Wendy can stay clear of our family.

TARA: Okay, baby.

(knocking on door)

BOBBY: Jax.

SKEETER: He's all dressed.

Looks-looks pretty good.

JUICE: That's a nice-looking box, man.

BOBBY: Ope would've dug it.

JAX: Let's get him inside.

How's she doing?

PHIL: Really sad.

JAX: I'm so sorry.

(Lyla sobs)

BOBBY: Let's go.

Let's give her a minute.

Let's clear.

(Lyla cries quietly)

JAX: Take as much time as you need.

LYLA: What do I do, Jax?

I can't raise three kids on my own.

I could barely cover me and Piper.

How am I supposed to care for those kids and earn a living?

JAX: Just like every other single mother.

You get help-- friends, family.

LYLA: My mom lives two hours away; I don't have family up here.

JAX: Let me show you something.

That's your family.

Anything you need, you just ask.

Anyone says no, they answer to me.

JAX: Hey.

You get Emma Jean out safe?

NERO: Oh, yeah.

She's on a plane back to the Heartland.

JAX: Good.

You got a minute?

I want to bounce something off you.

NERO: Yeah, sure.

JAX: Have a seat, man.

So... what happens to Diosa now?

NERO: Outcalls, man.

Outcalls until I find me a new spot.

JAX: You mind if I ask how much your girls pull in?

NERO: On average, they do three to five dates a day, take in... minimum, a few hundred a client.

Now, a touring girl, like Emma Jean, there, she can do triple that.

JAX: You happy with that return?

NERO: You sound like you're trying to sell me some life insurance here.

I got a endgame here, mano.

JAX: What's the endgame?

NERO: 1.3 million.

I'm gonna buy my uncle's spread down in Norco.

20 acres.

My kid loves animals.

I'm gonna give him a g*dd*mn farm.

JAX: I like that.

How close are you?

NERO: I ain't close enough.

JAX: Maybe I can help you get there a little faster.

NERO: Caracara?

JAX: Yeah, it's a p*rn biz that we used to handle.

NERO: That's not my game.

JAX: No, but the girls on that list are.

It's the nature of the business now.

Most of these girls, they gotta supplement with the p*rn star experience-- 1,500 to five grand a day. They need a booker.

NERO: You still have access to all of them?

JAX: Yep.

There's a few of them in the clubhouse right now.

There's an old Elks lodge for rent, out on 88.

It's the perfect location.

There's no neighbors, close to major highways...

I'll cover all the new start-up costs.

Then we split everything 50-50.

Diosa Norte.

NERO: Partners, huh?

JAX: I got an endgame in sight, too.

My best friend is lying in a box in the other room.

I gotta start moving us away from the sh*t that's k*lling us.

NERO: I'm sorry about your friend in there, but I tell you straight-up, though, if we were to do a deal... it would have to be completely clear of all your other traffic.

You see, I can't get pulled in to the heat of all the things you're moving away from.

JAX: Understood.

And I don't want the heat of all the things that you're trying to get close to.

My mom.

I can't mix business and family.

The sh*t with Clay-- her and Tara-- it's deep, man.

It will bleed all over us.

NERO: So you sure that's-that's a business request, not some twisted mommy thing?

JAX: I untwisted my mommy thing a long time ago.

You gotta stay clear of Gemma.

NERO: Huh.

Okay.

Okay.

Yeah, let's see where this goes.

(Gemma sighs)

GEMMA: Thanks for bailing me out.

WENDY: No problem.

Thanks for paying me back.

GEMMA: You sound surprised.

WENDY: Party?

GEMMA: Uh, no... it's a wake.

Ope got k*lled when they were in County.

WENDY: Oh, no.

You think I could go say bye?

GEMMA: I don't think Jax seeing you would suit either one of you right now.

WENDY: - Right, right...

Okay, it's all right.

TARA: What the hell is she doing here?

GEMMA: Relax.

TARA: Do not ignore me.

Get your hands off me!

GEMMA: You want to protect Jax?

Wendy ain't the one you should worry about.

TARA: What?

GEMMA: Dora the Whore-a in there-- she almost got him k*lled today.

That's why he laid down that bike.

He's lucky to be alive.

TARA: He said he got cut off.

GEMMA: Yeah.

Cut off by bangers trying to run his ass over.

That bitch, she set it up.

Come on.

I'll prove it.

Punch out.

Shut the door.

V-LIN: Yes, ma'am.

CARLA: So what is this?

GEMMA: I was just telling my daughter how you almost got her husband k*lled today.

CARLA: Now that's sh*t.

Listen, this is none of your g*dd*mn business, and you don't get to come at me...

You stupid old whore.

(Gemma gasping)

(yells)

TARA: Ah!

(grunting)

♪
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(sniffling)

♪
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BOBBY: Jax?

It's time, brother.

♪ I left my home ♪
♪ still as a child ♪
♪ I walked a thousand sorry miles ♪
♪ to wait for my father ♪
♪ To gather up his tools ♪
♪ He said my boy you've got to run ♪
♪ Don't wait for me ♪
♪ Don't wait for Mum ♪
♪ We'll come get you ♪
♪ when it's safe for us to move ♪
♪ So I waited many years ♪
♪ Held back the pain ♪
♪ behind my tears ♪
♪ for my father to come find me ♪
♪ like he said ♪
♪ In that time I was alone ♪
♪ So many years without my home ♪
♪ I made brothers of a different ♪
♪ kind instead ♪
♪ And at the time I didn't know ♪
♪ Just how hard the wind could ♪
♪ blow ♪
♪ towards disaster, and the ♪
♪ things that I would see ♪
♪ I never found my father ♪
♪ I never found my mother ♪

JAX: I'll see you later, bro.

♪ A hero to the masses ♪
♪ To those born without chances ♪
♪ There's a freedom ♪
♪ that everyone deserves ♪
♪ I know there's greed and ♪
♪ there's corruption ♪
♪ I've seen death and mass ♪
♪ destruction ♪
♪ But I'm telling you ♪
♪ and I hope that I am heard ♪
♪ I will not be commanded ♪
♪ I will not be controlled ♪

BOBBY: - Up.

JUICE: Here's to Ope.

LYLA: Rest in peace.

♪ Without the help of my soul ♪
♪ I will not be commanded ♪
♪ I will not be controlled ♪
♪ And I will not let my future ♪
♪ go on ♪
♪ without the help of my soul ♪
♪ I will not be commanded ♪
♪ I will not be controlled ♪
♪ And I will not let my future ♪
♪ go on ♪
♪ without the help of my soul ♪
♪ I will not be commanded ♪
♪ I will not be controlled ♪
♪ And I will not let my future ♪
♪ go on ♪
♪ without the help of my soul ♪
♪ I will not be commanded ♪
♪ I will not be controlled ♪
♪ And I will not let my future ♪
♪ go on ♪
♪ without the help of my soul ♪