03x09 - Turas

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Previously, on Sons of Anarchy...

LIAM: Charming don't trust me, Jimmy. I can smell it on 'em. And McGee? I don't know if he's got the heart for this.

JIMMY: I don't need heart! I need gut and brains!

CHIBS: There's my girls.

SALAZAR: You want to tell me why you gave my girl the money to bail me out?

JACOB: We got a lot in common, Hector. We both lost someone 'cause of the Sons of Anarchy. We both want that debt settled.

SALAZAR: What do you want from me?

JACOB: I want to give you two grand now, two later, for a few hours of your time.

LUMPY: Son of a bitch! What are you doing?!

SALAZAR: You tell the Sons... nobody messes with the Mayans.

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

STAHL: And what do you want?

JAX: My son, my mother and my club.

STAHL: And what makes you think that I would actually believe that the prince would turn rat?

JAX: My club finds out, I am dead.

MAUREEN: It's Maureen Ashby. Cammy Hayes took your grandson.

What?

MAUREEN: Abel's in Belfast.

GEMMA: 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: You don't know, do you?

JAX: Maureen said you have my son.

KELLAN: Your son was in danger.

Jimmy is a grave thr*at... to both our families.

You k*ll Jimmy O'Phelan, and I promise I will make sure Abel goes home in the arms of his loving family.

MICHAEL: Come on, Jax, I'll take you back. JAX: I'll walk.

I need some time alone.

MICHAEL: Aye. Slam the door on your way out.

(phone ringing)

A government bill to cr*ck down on laboratory experiments on animals is STAHL: Hello?

JAX: You ever hear of Kellan Ashby?

STAHL: Are you in Belfast?

JAX: Yeah.

STAHL: Then I'm guessing that's where Gemma is.

JAX: I had no idea that was going down.

STAHL: Escaping custody is another federal charge.

JAX: We can talk about that sh*t later.

Kellan Ashby. He's a priest.

What do you know about him?

STAHL: He's a friend to the Army, right?

JAX: More than a friend.

He's a sh*t caller.

I need to know everything about him.

STAHL: Why? JAX: He's got Abel.

And he wants me to k*ll Jimmy to get him back.

STAHL: You listen to me.

Jimmy O dies, so does our deal.

I need you to deliver him to me alive.

JAX: I know.

I'll figure it out.

Just get me some intel on the priest.

STAHL: Yeah, I'm just gonna handle it tomorrow, okay?

Okay.

TYLER: Who was that?

STAHL: Uh, it was Estevez.

He needs some field docs that I don't have with me.

(shower running)

CLAY: So, what do we know?

JAX: Kellan says he moved Abel out of Belfast to protect him... from Jimmy.

GEMMA: Why? What does Jimmy want with Abel?

JAX: Leverage... against what Kellan wants from us... Jimmy dead.

Apparently, he's become a problem for the Army.

GEMMA: Then we k*ll Jimmy.

JAX: It's not that simple.

GEMMA: Yeah, it is. JAX: No, it isn't!

Look, everything they say is... it's, like, smoky truth.

I don't trust them. I don't trust their priest.

The only thing we know for sure is he wants Jimmy.

CLAY: So we find Jimmy... trade him for Abel.

JAX: I think that's the only thing that makes sense.

We can't k*ll O'Phelan.

JUICE: Should I bring SAMBEL up to speed on this?

JAX: No. As far as they know, we want Jimmy to grill him about Abel.

Let's just leave it at that.

BOBBY: Belfast has a protection run this afternoon.

g*n shipment.

McGee told me that Jimmy will be at the pickup in Dungloe.

OPIE: And so are we.

JAX: I'm sorry, guys.

I had no idea what I was walking you into.

sh*t going on down here... CLAY: You'd better crash for a few hours.

It's gonna be another fun-filled day in the six counties.

Are you coming, baby?

GEMMA: Be there in a minute.

(passing siren blaring)

GEMMA: This feels all wrong to me.

Who the hell are these people?

They're using a baby like a g*dd*mn poker chip.

JAX: It's not just them, Mom.

This happened because we deal g*ns with the Irish.

Let's not kid ourselves we're the victims here.

GEMMA: Maybe that, um, profound awareness helps relieve your guilt... but now is not the time for soul-searching.

You focus on all the hate you need to k*ll all these Irish pricks.

♪ 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 world in the eye. ♪

UNSER: You got no idea who did this?

Fighter, trainer?

LUMPY: No.

UNSER: I know you ain't got much use for me, but clearly SAMCRO ain't able to protect you no more.

You got to give me something, Lump, or I'm gonna have to go by the book.

Talk to your employees, search lockers... check INS status.

LUMPY: Okay.

Okay, I get it.

The guy was a Mexican.

Told me not to mess with the Mayans.

UNSER: All right.

You hang in there.

PINEY: Holy sh*t, Lump, what happened?

UNSER: Let him rest.

Think you guys have helped enough.

MILES: Lump told Unser it was the Mayans.

KOZIK: It wasn't Darby, return visit?

TIG: Mayans?

Why the hell would Alvarez sh*t on the deal?

PINEY: 'Cause it's in his nature.

LUMPY: It's over, fellas.

Even... with insurance... too much... too much damage.

I got to sell.

PINEY: It's got to be the same guys that hired Darby to put the Mexicans up to it.

TIG: All right, let's go visit our angry white friend.

Oh, hey, Doc. TARA: Hi. I'll catch up with you.

TIG: Hey.

KOZIK: Hey, we heard from the guys... they got to Belfast okay.

TIG: Why don't you say it a little louder?

A few people in the E.R. didn't hear you.

KOZIK: I'm not talking to you, shithead.

PINEY: Hey, easy.

TARA: Well, thank you for letting me know.

TIG: Yeah.

Come on.

KOZIK: You do realize one of us is gonna end up dead, right?

PINEY: I'm counting on it.

McGEE: What's this about?

CLAY: We want in on the Dungloe run.

McGEE (chuckles): That's a short list, brother.

Can't be taking bread off our tables.

BOBBY: We don't need a cut.

We just want to talk to Jimmy.

JAX: Look, Kellan didn't shed enough light on my kid.

Just that Jimmy might be involved.

We know he's gonna be at the other end of this pickup in Dungloe.

CLAY: Some sort of... power beef going down in the Army ranks.

I don't know what it is, but we got to dance around it.

We can't piss off Jimmy, we can't piss off Ashby.

JAX: You guys okay with that?

You need a vote?

We don't need a vote.

Be good for you, you'd cut off all your lads to see what we go through... to put bread on your table.

McGEE: All right, well, I'll call Dungloe, let them know.

(gavel bangs)

PINEY: Well, well, well, ask and ye shall receive.

TIG: What are you doing here?

DARBY: I heard about the old Jew.

TIG: Check it out. Come here. Come on in.

KOZIK: Hey, you mind giving us a minute?

Sit down, Darby.

DARBY: So what do you want?

TIG: Well, what happened to your pretty face?

DARBY: Chemical accident.

PINEY: What kind of chemicals you find in a p*rn studio?

DARBY: Listen, whatever you guys think that I did, you're wrong.

Ask around, I'm out of the game.

TIG: All right.

Somebody, last night, broke into Lumpy's gym and nearly b*at him to death.

KOZIK: We know you were there yesterday.

DARBY: Yeah, I went there.

But I wasn't the one who worked him over last night.

PINEY: Well, then who did?

DARBY: I don't know. That's why I came to see him.

TIG: Oh, so you're feeling guilty?

DARBY: Are we done here?

TIG: No, we're not.

Who put you to task on Lumpy?

DARBY: You wouldn't believe me if I told you.

And you couldn't prove it if you wanted to.

PINEY: Jacob Hale sent Darby to muscle Lumpy into selling his gym. That's it.

Darby couldn't finish the job.

But someone did and Hale initiated it.

And you're here, telling me this... because you want me to do what?

I don't know, uh...

Cop sh*t... Uh, look into it.

Look into arresting the guy whose family's been trying to shut down the MC for two decades.

That's a little convenient, ain't it?

This ain't about our beef with the Hales.

No.

It's about the word of two felons, against the guy who's gonna be our next mayor.

How do you think that plays out?

We... we are telling you...

It wasn't the Mayans that recked Lumpy.

UNSER: We got witnesses, saw a motorcycle flee the scene.

Harley, ape-hangers.

That what Hale's riding these days?

(knocking at door)

EGLEE: Line two, chief.

UNSER: If you'll excuse me, I got some "cop sh*t" I got to do.

TIG: Absolutely.

KOZIK: All right.

Hey, I got through to Alvarez.

He swears the Mayans had nothing to do with it.

TIG: Yeah, we know.

What other Harley-riding Mexicans have got something to gainy putting it on the Mayans?

KOZIK: Salazar.

McGEE: Aye, it's done.

SAMCRO coming on the run.

They think it was their idea.

JIMMY: Good.

Let's get it done right this time.

Stay on 14.

You'll find some pissers near the border.

You pass through, Clay and his boys will be detained.

McGEE: Look, these Charming boys are smart.

They know something's going on.

JIMMY: Pay off the coppers, make a show of it.

SAMCRO won't suspect anything.

McGEE: Aye.

JIMMY: I'll see you at the farm.

McGEE: Aye.

JIMMY: Arrange things at the barn.

DONNY: Are you sure about this, brother?

This could set off a chain of events that we may not be able to contain.

Aye.

It'll get done.

(engine starting)

(Chibs laughing)

CHIBS: Father Kellan.

How are you?

Filip.

(Chibs chuckles)

KELLAN: We have a few Italian priests visiting.

I thought it might be best if Micheal kept his eye on them here for a few hours.

CHIBS: Of course.

KELLAN: Good lad.

CHIBS: Okay. Thank you, father.

Hi, darling.

FIONA: Be careful.

CHIBS: Always.

Hey.

It's all right, sweetheart.

I'm just going to give these Irish boys an escort.

I'll be back later.

KERRIANNE: Okay.

CHIBS: Okay?

KERRIANNE: Love you, Dad.

CHIBS: I love you, baby.

You look out for your mom.

KELLAN: Have a safe run.

Hope you find what you're looking for.

KELLAN: Mrs. Teller.

GEMMA: Father.

(engines revving)

CLAY: Are you kidding me with this sh*t?

Is this legit?

McGEE: Aye.

Near the Republic border. It's routine.

Money will get us through.

I got some American brothers visiting.

Alright, we're good.

O'NEILL: Send them through.

OFFICER: All right, truck, move.

(engines starting)

O'NEILL: We'll pass through first.

And they'll check your IDs.

Shouldn't be a problem.

OPIE: What the hell do we do now?

JUICE: He paid them off.

JAX: Yeah, but for what?

CLAY: Let's find out.

OFFICER: IDs? IDs, let's go.

OFFICER: Where are you headed? CLAY: Coast.

Got a charter up in Dungloe.

OFFICER: Go on, then.

(engines revving)

sh*t.

O'NEILL: They're getting through.

McGEE: I don't know.

Go on.

CLAY: Hey. Thanks for handling that. McGEE: Aye.

It's all good, brother.

KERRIANNE: Can I go down to the shop, hang with Trinity?

FIONA: No. You stay up here.

KERRIANNE: Why?

Afraid someone's gonna sh**t me?

FIONA: Don't you brash me.

MAUREEN: If you go down to the shop, Triny'll have you stocking shells.

Come on, we'll go in your room and set you up with some movies, love.

GEMMA: Ooh, I remember that age.

FIONA: I'd have a rod taken to my ass if I talked like that to my ma.

GEMMA: Good old days.

FIONA: You were right.

Me going to Chibs in Charming set this all in motion.

GEMMA: Sometimes the heart beats the head.

FIONA: Aye.

(Gemma sighs)

GEMMA: What do you know about Kellan Ashby?

CASEY: This is bad, Donny.

GEMMA: sh*t!

DONNY: Sit down, Casey.

FIONA: Mother Mary.

JIMMY: Find the girl.

FIONA: What the hell are you doing, Jimmy?

JIMMY: Setting things right.

(silenced g*nsh*t)

GEMMA: sh*t!

(Kerrianne screams)

KERRIANNE (muffled): Oh, my God!

(Kerrianne sobbing)

MAUREEN: You've b*rned it now, Jimmy.

Kellan practically raised those brothers.

They are like sons to him.

JIMMY: Well, now he can bury one of them, yeah?

Let's go.

FIONA: We're not going with you.

JIMMY: Do I have to k*ll another one for you to show you how much I love you?

I'm taking my family home.

KERRIANNE: Ma... FIONA: Okay.

Okay. No more blood.

Come on, sweetheart.

It'll be all right.

KERRIANNE: My stuff.

I-I left my iPod in the bedroom.

JIMMY: Donny, would you be so kind as to retrieve my lovely stepdaughter's iPod?

TRINITY: sh*t!

DONNY: Christ.

JIMMY: Aye!

GEMMA: Drop the g*n.

Drop the g*n! Do it!

MAUREEN: Triny, Triny!

TRINITY: Ma?

MAUREEN: It's me.

GEMMA: We okay in there?

MAUREEN: Yeah, she's fine.

TRINITY: I heard a scream.

GEMMA: On the floor.

Face down, hands above your head.

Sit.

Take Triny and Kerrianne downstairs.

FIONA: What are you going to do, Gemma?

GEMMA: My family has a few things to work out with Jimmy.

FIONA: That's a mistake.

GEMMA: Then it's my mistake!

Get the girls out of here!

MAUREEN: Go on, girls, come on.

FIONA: Put it down.

GEMMA: What the hell are you doing? FIONA: Protecting you.

Give me the g*n.

GEMMA: I got to k*ll this son of a bitch.

FIONA: Not before I k*ll you.

(Jimmy laughs)

JIMMY: Mother of Christ.

You're crazy b*tches, the lot.

FIONA: Shut up! Get out. You come trying to fetch me and Kerri again, and I swear on my Catholic God, I'll fill your thick Irish skull with b*ll*ts. Go.

JIMMY: Gemma, always a pleasure. I'll see you real soon, love.

(Gemma groans)

(gasping)

GEMMA: Why the hell did you stop me?

FIONA: You k*ll Jimmy, and his crew would wipe out your whole family. Total bloody genocide. You don't know.

(Gemma panting)

LUTHER: Hey, brother. How you doing?

McGEE: Fine. Welcome to the Republic, gents.

CLAY: Thanks. Pretty country.

Aye.

JAX: Jimmy's guys?

McGEE: No, real army men keeping tabs.

These are Jimmy's boys.

BOBBY: Boys is right.

How old are they?

PADRAIC: 15, maybe.

JAX: That's who Jimmy is recruiting?

PADRAIC: Aye, mostly.

CLAY: Where's the g*ns?

LUTHER: Inside.

McGEE: What happened back there?

The pissers were supposed to pick up SAMCRO.

LIAM: Don't know.

Got no word from Jimmy.

Call him. I haven't heard him in so long.

(whistling)

HAPPY: These are magnificent.

CLAY: Saws?

Who's dealing these?

We don't ask those questions.

BOBBY: Brilliant sh*t, man.

Seen a dozen trucks hauling hay.

Just another farmer bringing the food back to the horses.

Never been stopped yet.

OPIE: Let's hope we can keep that streak going.

McGEE: Once we're loaded, army will drive the lorry.

We ride ahead and scout.

CLAY: We'll pick up the rear, make sure nobody flanks us.

McGEE: Aye.

JAX: Where to?

PADRAIC: It's another barn.

It's Hannahstown, just outside Belfast.

Then the army takes it over from there.

Right, come on, boys.

Let's get some muscle.

All right, buddy.

JAX: Where's Jimmy?

McGEE: He's on his way.

CLAY: You talk to him?

McGEE: Look, Jimmy never misses a transport. He'll be here.

MARGARET: What are you doing?

I thought I cleared your schedule.

TARA: I wasn't the one having the procedure yesterday.

It really was a friend.

MARGARET: I'm sorry I jumped to that conclusion.

TARA: Well, you weren't wrong.

I am pregnant.

I made an appointment for this evening, so I'll need my day cleared tomorrow.

MARGARET: Do you have a ride?

TARA: I'll take a cab.

MARGARET: That's ridiculous.

I can take you.

TARA: That's okay.

MARGARET: I take 99 home.

It's not that far out of my way.

TARA: All right, thank you.

(Tara exhaling)

(sniffs)

(Tara clears throat)

(indistinct chatter)

JAX: Juice.

JUICE: Yo.

JAX: Keep an eye on O'Neill.

JUICE: Got it.

Hap.

McGEE: We should get moving.

JAX: We're not going anywhere until Jimmy gets here.

McGEE: That's not our call, brother. The army sets the pace when they're ready.

JUICE: Where the hell is he going?

HAPPY: Hey, where the hell are you going?

LIAM: Got to m*rder a shite.

Want to watch?

HAPPY: Do you?

JUICE: No, I'm good.

Let's go.

McGEE: Jesus Christ.

No, no, just give me a moment.

Right, okay.

That was Mo.

Jimmy's in Belfast. He was looking for Fiona.

CHIBS: Why, what happened?

McGEE: It's all right, they're all okay.

BOBBY: Hey, hey! What's this?

BOBBY: Hey!

(all shouting)

JUICE: Hey, what are you kids doing?

Come on...

LUTHER: It's a bloody trap!

CLAY: Ram that door!

CHIBS: No!

Don't you start that!

PADRAIC: Go, go, go, go, go!

JUICE: Stand back!

CLAY: Ram the g*dd*mn door!

MAN: Son...

Son...

CLAY: Are you okay?

JAX: Yeah.

CHIBS (sobbing): Paddy!

Paddy!

My boy...

Paddy!

Paddy!

This was Jimmy.

We don't know that.

LIAM: Blowing up g*ns, had to be the Ulsters.

JAX: Where the hell were you?

LIAM: I was taking a sh*t. Your boys were watching.

BOBBY: The expl*si*n was seen for miles.

We gotta get out of here now.

(fire crackling)

CLAY: Load the wounded.

Let's go.

JAX: Chibs, I'm sorry, man.

We gotta go.

OPIE: Come on, brother. Come on.

CHIBS: No! OPIE: Come on, mate.

He's gone. He's gone!

JAX: Come on.

CHIBS: You bastards are dead!

JAX: No!

CHIBS: You bastards are dead!

(Unser sighs)

UNSER: What do you need?

JACOB: I heard about Lumpy. What happened?

UNSER: Head injury, internal bleeding.

It's pretty bad.

JACOB (sighs): Any leads?

UNSER: Lump says the guy was Mexican... Mayan.

JACOB: Jesus Christ.

I'm trying to save Charming PD, Wayne, but I'm running out of sh*t to put in the plus column.

After this, I may not be able to sway city council.

I need some wins.

Elliot.

OSWALD: Jacob.

How are you?

JACOB: Oh, not so good.

Chief Unser just filled me in on the att*ck at Lumpy's.

It was the same faction that was responsible for David's death.

More brutal acts of v*olence brought on by the men that you bailed from jail.

(Oswald sighs)

UNSER: He sure knows how to make an exit.

OSWALD: Yeah. He's a d*ck.

(Oswald sighs)

Was it really Mayan retaliation?

Doesn't make sense.

What are you talking about?

Clay assured me that the feud between SAMCRO and the Mayans was put to bed.

I saw him and Alvarez shake hands at St. Thomas two days ago.

Thank you.

(Unser sighs)

UNSER: There's a lot of bad blood there.

Don't take much to kick it back up.

OSWALD: You need to check out that stretch of Liberty Street.

Every store went belly up.

Lumpy's the only one left.

I checked with the bank.

Not one of them foreclosed.

UNSER: Then who owns them?

OSWALD: I don't know.

My guess?

A single developer's buying out that block.

And they'd have a lot to gain by clearing out Lumpy.

(bells tolling)

KELLAN: You're safe now.

No harm's gonna come to you.

Let's take the ladies to the rectory.

I'll have someone to watch them there.

We'll let Sean grieve.

MAUREEN: Come on, girls.

GEMMA: Sorry about your friend.

KELLAN: So am I.

GEMMA: Can we talk?

Why are you doing this to us?

If you know where my grandson is, just tell me.

KELLAN: I know it seems unfair.

You and your son are caught up in a very ugly struggle, and I am sorry for that.

But the things I do are not just about my Irish loyalty.

They're about keeping promises to your family.

GEMMA: To my family?

KELLAN: John and I grew very close while he was here.

I loved him dearly.

GEMMA: Guess you're the one, granted him absolution from adultery?

KELLAN: No.

He struggled greatly with his love for you.

GEMMA: John bailed on his family.

I watched my baby sleeping in a coma while he was here playing house with your sister.

So don't tell me how he struggled.

KELLAN: I didn't mean to be dismissive of your pain.

I understand you feel... GEMMA: You don't understand sh*t!

Hypocrites.

All of you.

KOZIK: Take the prospects, head around back.

TIG: No. You take the prospects around back.

We're going to the front.

KOZIK: I'm gonna need a little man.

20 count.

TIG: Okay. Go.

MILES: Oh, oh, oh.

Should I be counting, like from now, or when they left?

Christ.

(grunts)

MILES: I'm good.

TIG: Shut up.

KOZIK: It's empty.

No Salazar.

TIG: sh*t.

(knocking)

EGLEE: From the County Clerk.

Group buying up the properties on Liberty Street...

Miltona Trust.

List of investors.

Thanks.

Uh-uh.

Son of a bitch.

What the hell are you doing here?

We need to talk. Get in.

Don't ever come to my place with business again. Do you understand?

Oh, what's the matter, Mr. Hale?

You ashamed doing business with me?

I'm regretting it.

You were supposed to scare Lumpy, not b*at him half to death.

SALAZAR: I got him to sell, didn't I?

JACOB: What do you want?

SALAZAR: Need a favor.

I got some unfinished business with the Sons.

Need to know where I can find Jax Teller's old lady.

She ain't at the house. We checked.

I need to know where she works.

JACOB: I'm not telling you anything.

SALAZAR: Baby?

(on recording): You ashamed of doing business with me?

JACOB: I'm regretting it.

You were supposed to scare Lumpy, not b*at him half to death.

SALAZAR: I got him to sell...

(beep)

JACOB: This is blackmail.

SALAZAR: Yeah.

I got a nap for that, homs.

How're the girls?

Yeah, they're ok.

Safe.

Produce a dunphy on 'em.

I want a patch on them from now on.

CLAY: You got it.

BOBBY: Talked to Oswald.

He's got cargo leaving Manchester day after tomorrow.

You got to get your family out of here.

JAX: He's right, Chibs.

Take Fi and Kerrianne, head back to Charming.

CHIBS: No.

OPIE: You got to protect them, brother.

CHIBS: I am.

This is Kerrianne's home.

And she does not want to leave, and I'm not gonna force her.

And the only way that I can keep my baby safe is when that bastard O'Phelan is dead.

And I guarantee I am gonna make that happen.

JAX: Yeah, okay, bro.

(phone ringing)

STAHL: Hello.

JAX: Can you talk?

STAHL: Yeah.

Um... I ran Kellan Ashby through every database that I could.

Now, it's common knowledge that he's a friend of the cause, but nothing ties him.

I mean, there are no arrests, there's no seizures, he's never been interrogated.

He is a revered priest who has turned down three promotions from the Vatican.

JAX: A saint.

STAHL: Yeah, I'm afraid so.

JAX: I got another name for you... Liam O'Neill.

SOA Belfast.

STAHL: One of yours?

JAX: Pretty sure he and Jimmy tried to blow us up today.

STAHL: Are you all right?

JAX: Yeah, but five others are spread out over a farm outside Dungloe.

Hey, look, I need you back in one piece, okay, Jax?

JAX: I appreciate your concern.

TRINITY: Spare a f*g?

JAX: It's almost 3:00.

Why aren't you in bed?

TRINITY: Not much of a sleeper.

JAX: Yeah, I get that.

(Jax sighs)

TRINITY: How are you, Jackson?

JAX: I'm tired, Trinity.

TRINITY: Yeah.

(Jax sighs)

(music playing on car radio)

(thudding)

(metal crunching)

Dammit.

Are you ok?

Yeah.

LUISA: Oh, my God. I'm so sorry.

I wasn't paying attention. I...

MARGARET: Oh... Doesn't look like there's any damage.

LUISA: Hey, I know you.

You're Jax Teller's girl, right?

TARA: Uh, I... yeah. Who are you?

LUISA: I'm his girl.

TARA: Whoa.

MARGARET: What the hell is this?

TARA: Hey.

LUISA: Brunette's his old lady.

SALAZAR: What about the redhead?

She an old lady, too?

TARA: I'm... I'm a doctor at St. Thomas Hospital.

She's the supervisor. Check her.

(Salazar chuckling)

She's a supervisor all right. Come on. We're going for a ride. Come on, let's go. Get in.