03x13 - NS

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A man in his early 30s struggles to find a balance in his life between being a new dad and his involvement in a motorcycle club.
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03x13 - NS

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Previously on Sons of Anarchy:

JOHN: Dear Mo, I'm so lost here in Charming. The club, my family, everyone's a stranger. I've seen my best friend and my wife growing closer and closer. I feel nothing, not even fear.

JAX: I'll hand deliver Jimmy O'Phelan.

STAHL: What do you want?

JAX: My son, my mother and my club.

STAHL: And I'm supposed to just trust you, huh?

JAX: Hey, my club finds out, I'm dead.

STAHL: It's Gemma's statement about what happened with Polly and Edmond at the safe house. If you want her clear of the homicide, get her on board.

GEMMA: This is from Stahl, isn't it? Do not get in bed with this bitch.

JAX: I am telling you this is what you need to do to protect SAMCRO.

GEMMA: k*ll the deal or I turn myself in to the U.S. Attorney and tell him my statement was a pack of lies you fed me. I'm sure that agent you're hanging all the blame on will have no problem backing me up on that.

TYLER: June?

(g*nsh*t)

STAHL: Agent down!

BROGAN: We know Jimmy's reached out to the Russians in Northern California.

CLAY: The ones we've been muling you handguns to?

BROGAN: Aye, you need to k*ll him before he exiles someplace where we can't find him.

ROARKE: Comes with rewards.

We're willing to significantly expand your g*n business.

STAHL: Former high-ranking leaders of the IRA now make up the Ruling Council of the Real IRA.

Do you have any contact with any of these guys?

JAX: The Irish gave Jimmy safe passage out of Belfast, in exchange for my kid.

He's up north with the Russians.

STAHL: Putlova?

JAX: Yeah.

GEMMA: I need you to tell me what's going on with Stahl.

JAX: You have to trust me.

GEMMA: I can't protect you from Clay if he finds out, and if you go to jail with them knowing you're a rat, you'll be dead in a day.

(inhales sharply)

JAX: Hey.

TARA: Morning.

JAX: Morning.

I love you.

TARA: I love you.

JAX: I love you, too, son.

TARA (chuckles): Yeah, I know that.

JAX: I have a feeling...

What?

TARA: Whatever happens today, I'm right here.

JAX: I know.

(guitar plays soft chords)

CLAY: I got something for you.

It may be a wee bit small, but...

I'm so happy for you.

Thank you.

OPIE: Hey!

Lyla's got something to say.

LYLA: We're getting married.

(all cheer)

GEMMA: You are?!

(thumping)

(toilet flushes)

(faucet running)

CLAY: Baby?

Hey. I've been looking for you.

GEMMA: I'm just cleaning up.

CLAY: Gotta go see Otto.

JAX: All right.

I'll call the Indians, arrange the pickup.

I wouldn't go in there.

(Gemma chuckles)

CLAY: Sit for a sec.

(Gemma sighs)

What's going on?

CLAY (sighs): Today's about to go off the rails, baby.

We gotta find Jimmy before we go inside.

GEMMA: I know what you have to do.

CLAY: This is more than retaliation.

We made a deal with the Irish Kings.

Taking out Jimmy gets us access to a much higher level of merchandise.

GEMMA: What Irish Kings?

CLAY: Real IRA Council.

Same guys got us the deal to get Abel back from Jimmy.

Redheaded godfathers.

You do not say no to these guys.

Hey...

This is good for us, baby.

I don't have that many more years at the head of that table.

This is an opportunity for us to finish big.

Set us up for the rest of our lives.

GEMMA: While we're sitting in a cell.

CLAY: We don't know how any of that sh*t's gonna shake out.

Let's not worry about that right now.

GEMMA: You're right.

I'll worry about it tomorrow, when they're carting us both off to jail.

CLAY: I'm sorry.

I love you.

(door shuts)

(sighs)

JIMMY: This is excellent work.

VIKTOR: Yes, I know.

I'm finishing up the arrangements in Santa Catarina.

Funds should transfer this afternoon.

JIMMY: Good.

Donny's closing things up out here.

He'll be back in a couple hours.

Maybe we should try to get a flight out tonight, yeah?

VIKTOR: I'll set it up.

JIMMY: Grand.

(chuckles)

CHUCKY: Tig, can I show you something?

Could be really important for you guys.

TIG: Later.

Hey.

OPIE: Mine and my pop's.

TIG: Okay. KG-9's.

Got a call into Lynn for the other one.

UNSER: I'm at the station when you need me.

TIG: You're the best...

"Chemo" Sabe.

UNSER: That ain't funny.

TIG: Yes, it is.

(sighs)

(pounding)

UNSER: What are you doing?

GEMMA: I'm gonna turn myself in.

UNSER: What are you talking about? GEMMA: Drive.

UNSER: Gemma, I, we... GEMMA: Drive!

(jail cell door buzzing)

OTTO: Yeah, Lenny's, uh, real tight with the Gulag crew in here.

That's, uh, Putlova's muscle.

CLAY: We need a location today.

OTTO: Might be able to get a few minutes with him at the fence but that ain't gonna be easy.

CLAY: We'll try to arrange whatever we can on our end.

OTTO: Yeah, okay.

BOBBY: You doing okay, bro?

OTTO: Yeah.

BOBBY: Where's the case at?

OTTO: Uh, I'm not really sure.

My, uh... my P.D. don't speak real good English, CLAY: P.D.?

What-What are you doing with a public defender?

We'll put Rosen or Lowen on it.

OTTO: They had cameras in the reading room.

They got me offing the peckerwood on tape.

There's not much of a defense.

BOBBY: They're gonna plea that down.

OTTO: I got no brace in here, brother.

Apparently, I "continue to exhibit a pattern of aggressive behavior."

(laughing)

I'll be, uh...

I'll be on the row by the time you guys are arraigned.

I'll, uh, I'll do what I can to get to Lenny, all right?

All right, guys.

(murmurs): Thanks, man.

UNSER: Do I need to post a chaperone, or can you ladies chat with some civility?

STAHL: We'll be fine.

UNSER: Good luck.

GEMMA: What's this?

STAHL: It's my statement exonerating you for the m*rder of Edmond Hayes.

And Polly's death has been ruled self-defense, so you're cleared of the homicides.

Of course, there's still the fleeing custody charge, but with your recent medical flare-up, I got it remanded to house arrest.

You'll wear an ankle bracelet for six months and if you behave, you'll have it off in three.

GEMMA: I'll deny all of it.

STAHL: So you would sacrifice your life in prison just to undermine my case.

I found the folder.

I saw what Jax has given you.

You are going to get him k*lled.

If not by his own club, then by the IRA.

You k*ll the deal, or I tell the U.S. Attorney it's all bullshit.

STAHL: Well, unfortunately, my testimony's already been documented.

So even if you wanted to take the fall, it's too late.

Looks like you'll have to trust me.

GEMMA: You actually think that's possible, don't you?

You are a naive bitch.

These deals... these relationships... can never work.

STAHL: And why is that?

GEMMA: Because they're based on lies.

You're lying to your bosses.

Jax is lying to his club.

You're both lying to each other.

There's no trust.

Something will go wrong.

Somebody will get hurt.

I promise you, it'll end badly.

(sighs)

JAX: You're late.

STAHL: I just came from your mother.

She's in the cage at Charming P.D.

She tried to turn herself in and sh*t on our deal.

JAX: g*dd*mn it!

STAHL: Hmm, it doesn't matter.

She's been cleared of all the m*rder charges.

JAX: How?

STAHL: Well, Tyler confessed before she d*ed.

Told me everything that Gemma said in her statement was true.

JAX: Jesus Christ.

Good thing your bosses don't know about our little deal.

I got to think k*lling one of your own might be a bad career move.

STAHL: Hmm.

I didn't k*ll her.

Mexican bikers did.

Your mother seems to believe that you and I shouldn't trust each other.

She know something I don't?

JAX: She thinks you're going to get me k*lled.

STAHL: Ah.

JAX: Are you?

STAHL: You boys are running out of time.

Bail hearing's set for tomorrow morning.

JAX: Clay's sitting down with Otto right now.

Hook him up with Lenny the Pimp and we'll get some info.

STAHL: The meeting's been arranged.

JAX: Good.

STAHL: You owe me something now, don't you?

We know O'Dooley, Brogan and Roarke.

I never saw any of the others.

Put it in the document along with my statement about Jimmy, and I'll sign off on all of them.

STAHL: Good, good.

Keep me plugged into Jimmy.

JAX: Absolutely.

LENNY: You waiting for a tip, shithead?

OTTO (chuckles): How you doing, Lenny?

LENNY: Better than you.

OTTO: Yeah, that's a pretty solid majority these days.

LENNY: No sh*t.

OTTO: Listen, the, uh... the club needs a big favor.

Need you to reach out to your Eastern Block friends.

They're protecting an ex-IRA... Jimmy O'Phelan... either in Northern Cali

or up in Oregon.

LENNY: Why do we want Jimmy?

OTTO: He k*lled five members in Northern Ireland.

We, uh, we need the location of the safe house.

LENNY: Putlova's got no love for the Irish.

I'm sure he'd be open to a better offer.

OTTO: Buy him out?

LENNY: That's the only way to get Jimmy.

OTTO: All right, why don't you, uh... why don't you find out what that would look like?

We gotta know fast, though.

LENNY: I'll pass on what I know through the attorneys.

OTTO: Okay, that'll work.

I'll let Clay know.

You take care, Lenny.

LENNY: Okay, brother.

UNSER: What a crock of sh*t.

CLAY: Hey.

Where is she?

What were we just talking about?

Sorry, baby.

Nothing impulsive, right?

(Clay sighs)

These are reckless times, Clay.

We are all doing impulsive things, things that we would never do otherwise.

CLAY: I know.

GEMMA: I don't think you do.

Losing Abel, all the death.

Every decision you make has to be made in the light of these extreme circumstances.

CLAY: What are you saying?

GEMMA: It's a different time.

We can't look at Jax in the same light as John.

CLAY: Yeah, okay.

Okay.

LOWEN: These equations were forwarded to me by Lenny Janowiczs' lawyer.

Don't know what it means, don't really want to.

"20 = 0, true.

38.358888 - 122.288818 =

$2 million.

True or false?

CLAY: Thanks.

Give us a minute, will ya?

We... We gotta do the math.

LOWEN: Take a few. They're big numbers.

PINEY: 20 = 0.

Lenny couldn't get a location.

JUICE: The other's in longitude and latitude.

CLAY: $2 million. It means we can buy Jimmy.

CHIBS: $2 million. sh*t!

TIG: Why don't we just show up and take Jimmy?

We got enough hardware.

BOBBY: It's not gonna be the safe house.

It's gonna be a place for the exchange.

Trust me, Putlova's bringing an army.

JUICE: Yeah, looks like an access road outside of Rio Vista. 40 minutes.

CLAY: Ho.

Tell Lowen the equation's true.

TIG: Where the hell we gonna get $2 million? What, are we robbing banks now?

OPIE: Tell Lenny's lawyer it's true.

Need a time.

LOWEN: You do know I charge hourly, right?

OPIE: Just send it.

CHUCKY: Jax, can I show you something real important?

Something you guys really ought to know about.

JAX: Not now, bro.

You hear from Lenny?

OPIE: Yeah. Putlova wants $2 million for Jimmy.

JAX: Jesus Christ.

TARA: Hey, I need a minute.

JAX: Where's Abel?

TARA: Lyla and Neeta are with him at home.

Your mother's in jail.

JAX: I know. I heard.

TARA: The homicide charges were dropped.

She doesn't want Clay to know.

She's terrified.

What's going on, Jax?

Please, you can tell me.

CHUCKY: Jax, look!

CLAY: What's this?

CHUCKY: After Tara got kidnapped, I tried to tell you guys about this.

When I was running the counterfeit operation for Lin, I was supposed to throw away all the misprints and dirty runs.

Well, I didn't!

JAX: He's got three boxes full.

20s, 50s, hundreds.

Over $5 mil in fake currency.

CLAY: Holy sh*t.

(hearty murmuring)

CHUCKY: Don't bend 'em.

TIG: Come here. Sit down.

I'm gonna lend you my hand so you can jerk yourself off.

CHUCKY: I accept that.

TIG: Go, take it. Come on. Go ahead. Come on.

(laughter)

Come on. Come on.

JUICE: We got Eddie to loan us his print cutter.

It's gonna take a couple hours.

BOBBY: Every one of these bills is irregular.

Any scrutiny, the Russians are gonna know.

CLAY: Maybe we need to create some sort of distraction.

BOBBY: Putlova's too smart.

I don't see how this is going down without it turning bloody.

CLAY: Well, then we better bring everybody just in case it does.

JAX: If we could front-load the stacks with real cash, it could buy us enough time to get Jimmy out of there.

CLAY: Hey, I got 40 bucks in my wallet.

JAX: I got an idea.

Putlova wants $2 million for Jimmy.

STAHL: Jesus Christ.

We got our hands on some counterfeit cash, but I gotta pad it out with real bills.

Buy us some time to get Jimmy out of there.

STAHL: Where did you get the counterfeit cash?

JAX: Not your worry.

I need money.

STAHL: I still have access to the

250K that we used for Tara's ransom.

JAX: That should do it.

STAHL: What happens when the club asks you where you got it?

JAX: I'll tell them it was in evidence here.

That I got Unser to sign it out.

STAHL: We're gonna be there at the exchange.

JAX: No.

If the Russians see you, they will k*ll Jimmy.

If my club sees you, they'll know someone ratted.

We can't take that risk.

STAHL: It's the only way you get the cash.

JAX: I'll give you the location, but you gotta hang back a few miles at least.

STAHL: All right.

We'll put Jimmy in the van.

You send in your team, pretend you're after the Russians.

Let us go. Grab Jimmy.

STAHL: Fair enough.

I'll set it up.

VIKTOR: They've confirmed the charter flight this afternoon... San Jose.

JIMMY: That's good. That's wonderful.

Is Donny back yet?

VIKTOR: I don't think so.

CLAY: You ready?

BOBBY: Yeah, $2 mil, more or less.

TIG: KG-9s, shotguns, MAC-10. Slack them out, Clay, you're gonna need them.

JAX: You sure we can't spare one of the prospects?

CLAY: We don't know what Putlova's going to show up with. We need bodies... at least till we make the exchange.

JAX: Yeah, okay.
HAPPY: Hey. Tara's here.

JAX: All right.

CLAY: We'll keep her safe.

TIG: Yeah. Come on.

OPIE: She's all set.

JAX: You sure about this?

TARA: I'm the only one who can do it. Admit it... you need me.

JAX: I guess I do. I want you to wear this.

TARA: Fancy.

JAX: I'm not going to let anything happen to you.

TARA: To us.

JAX: Yeah.

TARA: Promise you told me everything?

You'll know everything soon enough, babe.

UNSER: You guys, uh, headed out?

CLAY: What gave it away?

(Unser chuckling)

UNSER: Yeah, Lowen's down at the station.

She's finishing up Gemma's release.

She should be home soon.

CLAY: Okay, thanks.

UNSER: Yeah, and I'm all set.

CLAY: Good.

UNSER: You, uh...

You stay whole.

CLAY: Will do.

What you did for us...

...it won't be forgotten.

JAX: You guys set?

OPIE: Yep.

PINEY: We make no mistakes.

CHIBS: Jackie boy.

You're good, old man.

PINEY: Take care of yourself, boy.

KOZIK: All right.

Good luck, man.

Yeah.

Let's go, boys.

Come on, let's move. Come on.

JAX: When you get the text, you let us know.

PHIL: Mm-hmm.

JAX: And deliver these two letters.

PHIL: I know. I'll handle it.

CLAY: I love you, son.

JAX: I love you, too.

CLAY: You all right?

JAX: Yeah.

Let's just finish this.

(engines starting)

VIKTOR: No Donny?

JIMMY: Don't make sense.

VIKTOR: Maybe he changed his mind.

Didn't Luke just up and leave you, too?

JIMMY: Luke didn't leave.

He got taken out.

Where we going?

VIKTOR: We need to pick something up.

JIMMY: What the hell is this?

VIKTOR: Sorry, Jimmy.

JIMMY: Jesus, Viktor.

After all I done for you.

The money, the g*ns.

Don't do this.

CLAY: Million per bag.

50 stacks, 20K in each.

VIKTOR: Thank you.

(cell phone beeps)

STAHL: Five more minutes, then we move in.

We're good.

VIKTOR: Excellent.

JIMMY: Clay, Jackson. Lovely to see you.

CLAY: Pleasure doing business with you.

VIKTOR: Yes.

Take care, gentlemen.

Let's go.

Tara...

Almost home, Jimmy.

JAX: Straight to the garage.

MILES: Absolutely.

(engine starting)

Where to?

It's fake, Go! Get them.

CLAY: Seems like Viktor did a little accounting.

(g*nf*re)

(tires screeching)

ESTEVEZ: Here they come.

STAHL: Close it off.

It's them. Let's go. Move!

TIG: Go, go, go!

STAHL: Put out an APB on the Russians.

I want my money back.

Right away.

ESTEVEZ: He's not here.

STAHL: sh*t!

(siren whoops)

Where is he, huh?

JAX: Warm and cozy.

STAHL: What the hell are you pulling?

JAX: Just keeping us both honest.

You get Jimmy and my statement when my club gets free of hard time.

STAHL: My recommendation that the federal a*t*matic weapons charges be reduced from 15 to three years, parole in 14 months.

All it needs is my signature.

JAX: Based on me turning over Luke?

STAHL: That's what's on the record, yeah.

And for that... you give me this.

Your statement of cooperation.

You share your full knowledge of the g*n-running operation and any illegal activities perpetrated by the Irish Council and Jimmy O'Phelan.

All it needs is your signature.

JAX: I sign this, what's to stop you getting the IRA, letting us rot in prison for 15 years?

(Stahl chuckles)

STAHL: What's to stop you from delivering this to your lawyer and k*lling Jimmy?

Now, you just lied to me.

So it's your turn for a show of good faith.

JAX: I'm officially a rat.

Your turn.

Where is Jimmy?

Don't do that?

Nothing changes...

I just need to see him. Alive. And then I sign.

There is no play here.

Follow me.

CLAY: Are we okay?

JAX: I don't know.

Oh, sh*t.

Good afternoon.

STAHL: Where's Jimmy O?

Okay, look, I can have a dozen agents here in 20 minutes, and they'll shred this white trash sh*t hole.

CLAY: Get him.

Let's go.

JIMMY: Thank goodness for the American justice system.

STAHL: Jimmy O'Phelan, you're being taken into custody on suspicion of conspiracy of...

JIMMY: Pleasure, love. STAHL: committing a t*rror1st criminal act.

JIMMY: Sorry things didn't work out the way you planned, boys.

Luck of the Irish though, yeah?

CLAY: How'd you know he was here?

STAHL: Because your VP made a deal.

JAX: Son of a bitch! CLAY: What?

TIG: Whoa, whoa, whoa... CLAY: What is she talking about?

TIG: You made a deal for Jimmy? What?!

JAX: I did it for the club.

BOBBY: You ratted?! You ratted?!

JAX: I had no choice!

Look at everything we'd be facing!

CLAY: Wait a minute, all this time we've been tracking Jimmy, you knew you were gonna turn him over to this bitch?!

JUICE: Jimmy blew up five of our men.

HAPPY: Chibs lost his nephew.

JAX: I know! I'm sorry!

GEMMA: No, no, it wasn't his fault; she made him do it.

He really wasn't a rat, Clay. CLAY: You are dead!

You hear me? You are dead!

Dead!

TIG: You are.

JAX: You just signed my death warrant.

STAHL: Right.

I'm sorry, but you know what, your mother was right.

This could never work. There's just no trust.

I had to make sure that the prince had turned rat.

Let's go.

STAHL: Your clients will be out in three years, if they don't k*ll anyone.

Parole in 14 months.

(Gemma sobbing)

Make sure they're separated.

(siren whoops)

ESTEVEZ: What's this idiot doing?

STAHL: It's Unser.

ESTEVEZ: Should I pull over? He might know something.

STAHL: Oh, Jesus Christ. Yeah, pull over.

STAHL: What the hell is this, Wayne?

UNSER: Sorry, but I didn't have your cell number.

And I didn't want to put this out over the radio.

STAHL: What?

UNSER: I got an anonymous tip.

Probably bullshit, but they said that four or five of Jimmy's guys are going to be waiting for you up at the Newton turnout.

ESTEVEZ: That's only a few miles south.

UNSER: I can call the Sanwa sheriffs and have them check it out.

ESTEVEZ: No way. STAHL: The sheriffs are idiots.

You guys check it out.

ESTEVEZ: Wait, I don't want to leave you alone.

UNSER: I'll stay. I'll call for backup.

Just to be safe.

STAHL: It's okay. Go.

(chuckles)

Really?

UNSER: I'm a stage-three cancer, sweetheart.

I ain't got that many perks left.

STAHL: No, thanks.

UNSER: You should really have some.

STAHL: You got to be sh1tting me.

What the hell is going on here?!

Take care of our girls, Phillip, yeah?

Oh, yeah.

(Stahl gasps)

STAHL: This is insanity, Opie.

You have any idea what kind of heat this is going to bring the club, huh?

OPIE: Put your hands on the wheel.

STAHL (sobbing): Please!

OPIE: Put your hands on the wheel.

STAHL: Please...!

Please don't do this!

Please, please, Opie.

Please, you had mercy before.

I'm begging you, don't do this.

OPIE: Now I don't.

OPIE: This is what she felt.

(g*nshots)

KOZIK: Hey, let's go.

Is that the deal?

OPIE: Yeah.

UNSER: Left, left side.

I had bridge work done on the right.

KOZIK: You okay? UNSER: Go ahead.

PINEY: Let's go, kids.

(text alert beeps)

(horn honking)

(horn honking)

(laughter)

"Dear Jackson, the truth about your father is in these letters.

You should know John like I did."

(knocking)

LYLA: They need to see you.

PHIL: Jax wanted you to read this, then burn it.

GEMMA: What is it? PHIL: I don't know.

MILES: Is Tara here?

GEMMA: No.

She's at Jax's.

MILES: Okay. Have a good night.

JAX: Hey, Mom.

If you're reading this, it means Stahl and Jimmy are dead.

And the club will be doing short time.

I'm sorry it had to be this way, Mom.

I know how painful it's been for you.

But I couldn't tell you.

I made you an accessory.

It was a club vote.

I'd never turn on my club or my family.

I'm not my father.

I love you more... JOHN: ...than you could ever know.

And I'd do anything to be with you.

Every day it becomes more clear that I don't belong here.

I'm certain now that Clay and Gemma are together.

They barely try to hide it from me.

Gemma hates my apathy.

She hates all of me.

Her chill is terrifying.

I know my days are numbered, Mo, and when these letters stop, you can be certain that my death will come at the hands of my wife my wife and best friend.

At least my sweet Thomas will never suffer my life.

I miss him so much.

I only pray that Jackson finds a different path.

He already reminds me so much of myself.
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