03x07 - Widening Gyre

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Previously, on Sons of Anarchy...

CLAY: Why are you doing Mayan bitch work, ese? I don't recognize your bullshit MC. We know you're patching over the Calaveras.

JAX: Cutting and bagging heroin, piping it to Stockton.

CLAY: We can guarantee safe passage.

JAX: Our brothers in Lodi are more capable.

CLAY: We're trying to make peace here.

ALVAREZ: Okay.

FIONA: Jimmy'd k*ll me if he knew I was here.

CHIBS: I love my daughter, and I love you, Fi. I just want to take care of my family.

JUICE: I just got an e-mail from the Belfast V.P.

JAX: Cameron's in Ireland.

JUICE: Then where's Abel?

JAX: Tell me you have my son.

JIMMY: Sorry, I don't, Jackson.

JAX: Every word you've spit about my kid has been wrong.

JIMMY: Well, maybe you'll believe a brother.

Jax, Liam O'Neill.

What are you doing with Jimmy?

Saw the way Provo scoop up Cammy outside the depot; had no baby with him.

That's for real.

MAUREEN: Gemma, it's Maureen Ashby.

Abel's in Belfast.

GEMMA: This is from Stahl, isn't it?

Do not get in bed with this bitch.

JAX: You need to trust me.

And this has to be our secret.

COPS: Get down! Get down!

(indistinct shouting)

JAX: Sheriffs raided the clubhouse, looking for illegal scrips.

TARA: This isn't my fault.

JAX: I know. It's mine.

I'm done.

GEMMA: How far along are you?

TARA (whispers): Six weeks.

No one knows.

IMA: Can you give me a lift?

IMA (groans): Oh, I have to pee.

(sighs)

OPIE: Tara.

He's not in there.

TARA: Where is he?

He didn't come home last night.

OPIE: Not sure.

(Tara continues down hall)

(faucet running)

(faucet turns off)

IMA: Morning.

You okay?

JAX: Get out.

Tara, I'm sorry.

Shouldn't we talk to her?

What you should do is get that p*rn bitch out of our clubhouse.

LYLA: This is not my fault.

No, but if you didn't eat p*ssy for a living, you might have a different set of friends.

MILES: Little more coffee?

PHIL: Dude.

MILES: What?

Caffeine's a mood booster.

(car door closes)

(engine starts)

IMA: That was awkward.

LYLA: What the hell is your problem?

Couldn't help yourself, could you?

UNSER: You doing okay?

GEMMA: I guess.

Considering.

UNSER: I just wanted to let you know that I'll be handling your transport to County this afternoon.

GEMMA: You request that?

UNSER: Feds, uh, asked us to cover.

GEMMA: What happened with that raid yesterday?

UNSER: I told Clay... sheriffs initiated.

We didn't find out until it was happening.

GEMMA: You're a bad liar, Wayne.

(Unser chuckles wryly)

You not working with us, I get that.

You got a lot of eyes on you right now.

But you letting us get hurt... that's bad.

That's how you lose friends.

I'd hate to see you lost.

OPIE: Busy morning for you.

JAX: Little bit.

OPIE: Ima.

It's kind of a big move.

Yup.

OPIE: You want to tell me what's going on?

JAX: Nope.

OPIE: Well... I hope you wrapped your sh*t.

That was a high-traffic zone you were rippin' through last night.

JAX: Hindsight.

If a d*ck move could've pushed Donna away, would you have done it?

OPIE: When I first went inside, I pushed Donna for a divorce.

Told her the marriage was a joke, she should just take the kids and split.

She knew what I was doing.

She hung in.

Think it's gonna take more than a little p*rn p*ssy to scare away Tara.

(Jax chuckles wryly)

JAX: And your p*rn p*ssy... it scarin' you away?

OPIE: I don't know.

JUICE: We're at the table.

JAX: All right.

Come on, let's go find my kid.

Figure out what we're doing with our dicks when we get back.

CLAY: Oswald's cargo plane unloads in Manchester.

He's got a guy who can get us all the way up to Stranraer.

From there, we ferry to Belfast.

Sam Bel's supposed to pick us up at the port.

I got a call in to McGee.

JAX: We still don't know if O'Neill can be trusted.

CLAY: Well, I'll press McGee for that truth, but either way we got no choice.

We need that charter.

TIG: Okay, boys, now, we're traveling with bond restrictions, right?

No rockers. Our reapers are out there on the bar.

BOBBY: And travel light.

If it don't fit on your back, don't bring it.

TIG: Right.

CHIBS: Boys...

JAX: You reach out to Fiona?

CHIBS: Yeah. Finally got through.

That bastard O'Phelan's had her and my Kerrianne under lockdown.

JAX: She have any idea why Jimmy lied about Abel?

CHIBS: Sorry, but she's not sure.

She only knows... that Jimmy plans to push against Kellan Ashby, something to do with Belfast SOA.

JUICE: Kellan Ashby?

The priest?

CHIBS: Yeah.

Father Kellan Ashby.

The real IRA consigliere.

PINEY: Kellan doesn't call any sh*ts, but no sh*ts get called without his two cents.

JAX: Well, whatever it is, Jimmy doesn't want us in Ireland.

He finds out we're there, we could be up against IRA heat.

Well, that's a risk that we're gonna have to take.

O'NEILL: Still waiting for details, but it looks like SAMCRO is planning a visit.

JIMMY: I'll put things in motion.

O'NEILL: You got to keep me in the loop, Jimmy.

Whatever goes down.

The crew can't know information came from us.

JIMMY: That's a risk I've got to take.

JAX: Hey.

You okay?

Yeah.

JAX: We talked to Oswald.

We're all set.

We leave this afternoon.

We're gonna find Abel, Mom.

I promise you.

GEMMA: I know.

I'm gonna miss so much of his life.

(crying): Oh, God, Jackson... I don't want to go to jail.

I'm sorry.

So sorry.

JAX: Mom, listen to me.

Listen to me.

I'm gonna protect you.

You're not going to jail.

Okay?

GEMMA (whispers): Yeah.

I don't know what you're doing with Stahl... but I do know what happens to you if the club finds out.

JAX: I got it covered.

You don't have to worry about me, Mom.

GEMMA: I always worry about you.

What's going on?

I just wanna be with my family.

I know, baby.

I know.

I'm sorry.

It's all these god#mn meds.

Look.

Jimmy didn't do anything.

Yeah, we need to let Maureen Ashby know we're coming.

I think she's our best sh*t at finding Abel.

You want me to reach out?

JAX: Yeah.

Maybe you can push her for more information.

You know, mom to mom.

GEMMA: Okay.

I got the number.

(Clay sighs)

Yeah.

CLAY: Your ride to County happens at 4:00.

We'll come back.

To say good-bye.

JAX: I love you, Mom.

(door opens and closes)

(sighs)

(phone rings)

JAX: Yo.

BOBBY: T.O. called.

The Bastards need help.

JAX: What happened?

TIG: We couldn't-couldn't tell.

He was crying too hard, man.

CLAY: Oh, sh*t.

JAX: Let's go.

Come on.

(dog barking)

CLAY: Where is he?

Kitchen.

JAX: Jesus Christ.

CLAY: Sorry, brother.

What happened?

T.O.: I found him like this.

b*ll*ts k*lled him.

Kn*fe was a message.

CHIBS: From who?

T.O.: It's buried in his skull.

JAX: Calaveras.

T.O.: Yeah.

Had to be Salazar.

OPIE: Anybody else see this?

T.O.: No.

Baby mama's got his kids.

HAPPY: 911?

T.O.: Didn't call, man.

The things we're gonna do to the Mexicans, best no one puts motive on us.

CLAY: Retaliation's tricky, T.

The deal we made with the Mayans?

It's barely a day old.

Alvarez still has a connection to the Calaveras.

BOBBY: And we have to vet all things Mexican before we do anything else.

T.O.: And if Alvarez says no?

Huh?

What then?

This is because we backed up Sam Crow.

JAX: Come on, man.

We got to bring Alvarez into the loop, or he's gonna think we crossed him.

TIG: Race and rally in the ** out today.

Mayans response and I'm guessing those w*tback skulls are gonna be there.

CLAY: Give Alvarez a call. Tell him we're coming down.

T.O.: Bastards are going.

CLAY: Take two guys, T.

All right?

We-We're going for intel, not for battle.

(T.O. scoffs)

WOMAN: Race!

(cheering)

(Spanish hip hop song plays)

TIG: I love a good fiesta.

JUICE: You do realize that pretty much every Latina you bone ends up dead, right?

TIG: Hey, this comes with a price.

BOBBY: And nobody's buying today, Tig.

ALVAREZ: I heard what happened.

We had no knowledge.

T.O.: Had to be Salazar.

ALVAREZ: Maybe.

T.O.: Maybe? Maybe?

Are you serious?

CLAY: I don't care how bad you're hurting.

You need to focus your rage.

T.O.: Sorry.

I knew Lander since I was four.

ALVAREZ: I get it, man.

I didn't patch these puppets over, but they still serve a purpose.

JAX: Then don't make this about the Calaveras.

Like you said, had to be Salazar.

OPIE: He's gone rogue.

CLAY: Strip him of his patch, man.

Put somebody else in charge.

(music continues)

(murmuring quietly)

ALVAREZ: Take a piss.

CLAY: Sure.

T.O.: Wait here.

Somebody cut a member of the Grim Bastards this morning.

Kn*fe into his skull.

Not too subtle.

(g*n hammer cocks)

Who did it?

SALAZAR: I don't know, man.

T.O.: Bullshit.

SAZAR: These assholes?

They k*lled Pozo.

ALVAREZ: Let me tell you how this works.

I k*ll you or you tell me which one of your lieutenants was responsible.

SALAZAR: What do you care if we offed some fat n*gg*r bitch, huh?

T.O.: Hey, go to hell, man! Go to hell!

CLAY: Now, if he don't care, I do.

Now, a body is gonna hit the floor in the next minute.

It's either going to be you or one of your brown budd*es.

SALAZAR: Sorry, ese.

He k*lled the fat man.

ROSCO: Whoa, whoa.

(Edgar, Rosco speaking Spanish)

EDGAR: Some bitch ass sh*t!

(Edgar shouting in Spanish)

ROSCO: Hey, hey, hey! Whoa, whoa, whoa!

I wasn't there, all right?

I swear to God!

ALVAREZ: Take off the cut, ese.

SALAZAR: What are you doing, man?

TIG: Take it off.

JAX: Take it off, bitch.

TIG: Take it off.

SALAZAR: Hey!

I'm gonna k*ll you for that.

You've just been appointed president.

I hope you do a better job keeping your guys in line.

Yeah.

I'll make sure of it.

You good?

Yeah.

If you ever set in another town for a week or so... you need anything, you can call Sam Crow.

We'll be fine.

CLAY: Thank you.

(engine revving)

It's all proper now, T.O.

LUISA: Hector!

Sorry, Papi.

(sighs)

(keypad beeping)

(phone ringing)

♪ ♪

MAUREEN: Hello? Ashby's.

GEMMA: Maureen?

MAUREEN: Aye.

GEMMA: It's Gemma Teller.

Can you talk?

MAUREEN: Hold on.

(phone beeps on)

MAUREEN: I'm here.

GEMMA: Clay asked me to call.

Let you know Sam Crow is on their way.

Be there tomorrow, late afternoon.

MAUREEN: Okay.

GEMMA: Do you know where my grandson is?

No.

But I know who does.

I'll do whatever I can to help you.

GEMMA: Okay.

My son?

He knows nothing about John and Belfast.

MAUREEN: Nor does my Triny.

GEMMA: Who's Triny?

MAUREEN: Trinity, my daughter.

GEMMA: What does she have to do with John?

MAUREEN: Jesus Christ.

You don't know, do you?

GEMMA: My God.

Oh, my...

(vomiting)

(knocking)

MAUREEN: Yup.

(knocking continues)

Coming.

Who is it?

FIONA: Mo, it's Fiona.

Need some help.

One of Jimmy's.

Scuffle with N.I. Police.

Cocktail blew up in his face.

Wouldn't let him go to the hospital.

MAUREEN: Oh, Jesus Christ, he's a baby.

Bring him upstairs.

BUDDY: I shouldn't be here.

MAUREEN: I'll get McGee.

FIONA: Jimmy'll know I'm gone by now.

He'll come looking for us.

He'll k*ll me for this, Mo.

MAUREEN: Aye.

Stash the car in the mill lot.

There are some American lads coming over.

They'll be here soon.

They will deal with Jimmy.

FIONA: You believe that?

MAUREEN: I have to.

Now go.

(door opens)

TARA: You okay?

Nausea?

Might be the meds.

GEMMA: It's not the meds.

TARA: Dr. Gallagher has cleared you to leave.

GEMMA: Great.

TARA: We'll make sure you continue to get your medication.

I'm sorry, Gemma.

I know how hard this is for you.

GEMMA: Well, at least I have a new grandson on the way.

What?

I don't think Jax's ready for another baby.

GEMMA: What the hell you talking about?

TARA: I walked in on him and that p*rn slut this morning.

He's been trying to push me away.

It worked. We're done.

GEMMA: He blames himself for everything that happened to Abel.

Can't handle the thought that something bad might happen to you, too.

He's lost, baby.

You have to be the constant.

Ride it out.

TARA: I'm not as strong as you.

GEMMA: He wouldn't be doing this if he knew you were pregnant.

TARA: He can't know.

What happens with this baby is my decision.

I'm serious, Gemma.

No one can know.

GEMMA: Secret babies are a bad idea.

TARA: Please.

GEMMA: You want my silence?

I need a favor.

McGEE: Burns we can deal with, but the eye... think it's gone.

FIONA (sighs): Jesus.

(Fiona sighs)

His older brother was tasked with watching us.

He let us go so we could help him.

Lad fought us all the way here, didn't want to disobey Jimmy.

(Buddy moaning)

RYAN: Paink*llers will keep him quiet for a bit.

I need to get some compresses back at the clubhouse.

McGEE: Go.

RYAN: Aye.

FIONA: Where's Triny?

MAUREEN: Oh, she's away with Cherry.

Delivering supplies to my ma.

Be back tomorrow.

How is she?

FIONA: Like that.

(door opens)

MAUREEN: Aye.

(motorcycle engines revving)

(door closes)

KELLAN: Hey, darling.

KERRIANNE: Father.

FIONA: Oh, Kell.

(Buddy gasping and moaning)

KELLAN: What in the name of Christ has happened?

McGEE: Sharing a grievance with the police service.

FIONA: Jimmy has 'em all convinced that folks are just fat Irish sheep, moving with the loyal herd.

They think every act of v*olence is their republic duty.

(Fiona sighs)

MAUREEN: Why don't you go and wash up, Fi?

Take a change of clothes.

(whispers): Take that, feel better.

FIONA: Aye.

MAUREEN: Go on.

I talked to Gemma Teller.

Charming lads are on their way.

They'll be here soon.

KELLAN: Good.

Clean the boy up.

Let him go back to Jimmy.

'Cause we can't stop him.

MAUREEN: What about Fi and Kerrianne?

KELLAN: They're coming with me.

I can keep them safe in the rectory.

MAUREEN: Jimmy will come looking for them.

KELLAN: I know.

JAX: You don't have to leave yet.

We're heading out tonight.

I just came by to pack a bag.

(sighs)

I'm sorry about this morning.

TARA: It's what you wanted.

JAX: I didn't want for you to get hurt.

TARA: Yes, you did.

You think I am responsible for what happened to Abel.

You hate me, and you just can't say it.

Your mother thinks this is about protecting me.

JAX: I am protecting you.

TARA: From what?

JAX: Donna... Abel, Sack. Take your pick.

TARA: You are so full of sh*t.

You and I both know that nothing's gonna happen to me.

This is just about you needing a reason to feel good about failing.

Well, guess what. The prince doesn't always get his wife.

(engine starting)

♪ ♪

LUISA: Must be his old lady.

SALAZAR: Yeah.

Now we know where to find her.

(door opening)

MARGARET: Do you have a moment?

GEMMA: Yeah.

MARGARET: I need your help with Dr. Knowles.

GEMMA: Say what you got to say.

MARGARET: You exert a strong influence over Tara.

She needs encouragement to make the right decisions about her future.

GEMMA: And what decisions are those?

MARGARET: Her relationship with the club.

GEMMA: With my son?

You have no idea who we are.

All you got is an impression, corrupted by the opinions of others.

MARGARET: I didn't come here to talk about you.

GEMMA: att*ck my son... you make it about me.

MARGARET: I'm not attacking anyone.

I just think someone needs to intervene.

GEMMA: Jax and Tara have loved each other since they were 16.

Problems they have are their own.

We don't get to interfere.

I suggest you go... before you end up with a matching eye.

(bird squeaks)

CLAY: Anything happens to this bird, Gemma will stuff you in this cage, make you wear a beak and sh*t on newspaper.

MILES: That sounds fair.

PINEY: Got to be on the road by 4:30.

CLAY: Stockton cargo.

This gets us in the employee gate.

Follow the signs to Oswald's hangar. Jet loads from there.

JAX: We're gonna take the truck, go say good-bye to Gemma.

TIG: I'm going with.

CLAY: Meet you at the plane.

Make sure these shitheads aren't late.

BOBBY: They won't be.

(bird squeaking)

OPIE: Hey. LYLA: Hey.

You guys ready to go?

OPIE: Yeah.

Look...I'm sorry about earlier.

I was pissed off. I didn't mean to take it out on you.

LYLA: I know.

I have... I have something I have to tell you.

OPIE: What's going on?

LYLA: Well, you know how much I love you.

How sad I'd be if anything ever happened to you.

OPIE: Baby, I'm gonna be okay.

We're gonna go find Abel. We'll be back in a week.

Bob's gonna help you out with the kids.

I love you.

LYLA: I love you, too.

(spasmpaic gasping)

(indistinct voices)

UNSER: Jesus, Gemma! What the hell happened?

MAN: Move it, move it.

TARA: Fever spiked to 107.

Maybe a reaction to the new meds.

We're putting her into an ice bed before she strokes out.

WOMAN: It's ready.

Let's go, guys.

UNSER: Keep me posted.

TARA: Let's get her in. One, two, three.

MAN: Easy. Easy.

TARA: Go get Dr. Gallagher.

NURSE: Uh, he's in surgery.

TARA: Then page his partner.

MAN: Get the gurney out.

TARA (gasps): Oh, sh*t.

Can you go tell Dr. Namid I'm gonna be late for the omphalocele assist?

I'll be okay.

A little privacy, please?

MAN: Sure. Sorry.

(door closes)

TARA: It's clear.

GEMMA (exhales loudly): Oh, oh, sh*t, that's cold!

(gasping breaths)

GEMMA: You calling Jax?

TARA: Nope, you are.

(buzzing)

(phone ringing)

JAX: Hey.

GEMMA: It's Mom.

You at the hospital?

JAX: Yeah. You okay?

GEMMA: Just listen.

Meet me outside the service entrance.

I'll be there in a few minutes.

JAX: What?

GEMMA: Just go. Now.

CLAY: What's the problem?

My mother.

Come on.

TARA: Okay, I, uh, packed enough meds for a few weeks, but if you're there longer, you're gonna have to find a way to fill the prescription.

GEMMA: Yeah, I will.

TARA: This elevator takes you down to the service level.

The key card will get you out the back door.

There's some cash in my pocket... it's not much... and... my car's in the service lot if you need it.

GEMMA: I'm not sure the Feds are gonna believe I did this at gunpoint.

TARA: You may as well have.

GEMMA: And I'll keep my promise.

No one'll know about that baby.

TARA: It's my decision, Gemma.

GEMMA: What I suggest... is you wait till Jax gets back.

Look into Abel's eyes before you do anything.

MAN (over P.A.): Security, code seven, therapy wing.

TARA: I better go.

MAN (over P.A.): Security, code seven, therapy wing.

(elevator bell dings)

GEMMA: I'll be back in a week.

TARA: Yeah.

(bell dings)

MARGARET: Where's Gemma Teller?

TARA: Uh, I-I don't know, she pulled a g*n on me, took my key card.

MARGARET: You expect me to believe that?

TARA: I don't really care.

(buzzing)

MARGARET: You're committing a crime.

Do you understand that?

(Tara sighs)

TARA: That Irishman... that k*lled the prospect... he kidnapped Jax's son.

It wasn't in the papers.

The cops, the FBI, they don't give a sh*t.

It's all on Jax and the club to find him, and Gemma wasn't going to jail till she knew that baby was safe.

You know, maybe there was nothing I could have done to stop him from taking Abel, I don't know, but helping Gemma was my way of making up for it.

And... I'll deny all of it.

And if the cops don't believe the lie, then I guess I'll suffer the consequences.

Thank you.

MARGARET: For what?

TARA: I know you're trying to help me.

Wait.

TARA: Oh!

What the hell are you doing?!

MARGARET: They'll never believe Gemma didn't slug you.

Let's go.

JAX: Mom, what the hell are you doing?

GEMMA: I'm coming with you.

JAX: You made a deal with the Feds!

GEMMA: I don't give a sh*t!

Those cuffs'll be waiting for me when I get back.

CLAY: Baby, listen to me.

TIG: Don't even bother trying, boys... Trust me, I've been there.

GEMMA: I'm going.

UNSER: I guess your fever broke.

Some folks looking for you.

GEMMA: Tell 'em I'll be back soon.

UNSER: Sorry, Gemma.

You come with me now, I'll tell

'em you turned yourself in, had a change of heart.

No one gets in trouble for aiding and abetting.

CLAY: And if she says no?

UNSER: Sorry.

There ain't no options here.

(hammer cocks)

UNSER: Not...

JAX: Oh, my God.

UNSER: ... the way I want to do this.

GEMMA: You gonna sh**t me, Wayne?

Traitor.

Take the Cutlass.

(engine starts)

(dials)

(sirens waing in distance)

TIG: Come on, come on, Unser must've called this in.

We are not gonna make it out of Charming.

They're looking for the truck.

You guys take the Cutlass, and go to the plane.

JAX: No. We need you with us, bro.

TIG: You need your mom more.

Now, just backtrack through town... I'll lead 'em up the 18.

Go.

JAX: sh*t. Come on.

TIG: Clay, you be safe.

Jax, get your boy!

TARA: I tried to go after her, but she must've used the key card to get out.

MARGARET: I saw Dr. Knowles trying to pursue her.

Figured it was more important to tend to her wound than do your job.

(siren wailing)

TIG: Stay with me, little piggies.

Come on, stay with me, P-I-G-G-I-E-S.

OSWALD: Cutting it close.

JAX: Sorry.

We had to give someone a ride.

Not my idea.

BOBBY: Where's Tig?

CLAY: Halfway to Modesto.

(phone ringing)

BOBBY: Hey. Why am I not surprised?

CLAY: McGee.

It's about time.

You get my message?

McGEE: Aye. Yeah, sorry, brother.

It's just been a busy day around here.

But I've made all the arrangements for you and your boys...

Got you loaners and, uh, put you up at the flophouse just off the alley.

It ain't California pretty, but it's got a bed and a shitter.

CLAY: Good enough.

We're about to board.

McGEE: Right.

Well, give us a call when you arrive in Stranraer.

We'll meet you at the boat.

CLAY: Appreciate that.

Listen, I need to ask you a delicate question.

McGEE (chuckles): Well, I'm a very delicate man.

CLAY: O'Neill.

We got concerns that maybe he's backing up some of Jimmy's lies.

You think maybe he's *** in his... commitment to the MC.

McGEE: Liam's been a brother for nearly ten years.

I trust him. There's no worries.

He's not in bed with Jimmy.

CLAY: Good.

'Cause whatever Jimmy's agenda is, he can't know we're coming.

That intel puts us in danger.

McGEE: Aye, well, you got my word.

Aye.

CLAY: Belfast is set.

JIMMY: Anything on Fiona?

McGEE: She and the girl are with the priest.

JIMMY: Course they are.

O'NEILL: Did you get ahold of Clay?

McGEE: Aye.

SAMCRO is on their way.

Be in tomorrow afternoon.

JIMMY: Good.

We're ready for 'em.

They won't be here long.

CLAY: Keep us whole, brother.

PINEY: Will do.