05x05 - Orca Shrugged

[bunniefuu]

TARA: Previously on Sons of Anarchy...

GAALAN: When Clay is back at the table, we can discuss the deal. The only way this deal happens is if he's runnin' it.

GEMMA: - You... EMMA JEAN: - What's going on?

CARLA: Your little tantrum got us all locked up. Someone reported prostitution.

NERO: Eviction notice. You really want to help? Save the chick your mom almost k*lled before my guys finish the job.

FIASCO: - I want a thumb. And a tit.

JAX: - Okay. Call Skeeter. See who he's burning.

NERO: Cara Cara?

JAX: There's an old Elks Lodge. It's the perfect location. I'll cover all the new start-up costs. Then we split everything, 50/50. My mom. I can't mix business and family. You gotta stay clear of Gemma.

NERO: Okay.

UNSER: Wondering if you found any pattern to these break-ins. The b*at-down was obligatory, not angry.

JAX: I think Opie's been looking for a way out since Donna d*ed. He went out a warrior.

JAX: It's hard not to hate. People, things, institutions. When they break your spirit and take pleasure in watching you bleed... hate is the only feeling that makes sense. But I know what hate does to a man. Tears him apart. Turns him into something he's not. Something he promised himself he'd never become.

That's what I need to tell you. To let you know how hard I'm trying not to cave under the weight of all the awful things I feel in my heart. Impulsive reactions racing to solutions, miles ahead of my brain. When I look at my day, I realize that most of it was spent cleaning up the damage of the day before.

In that life, I have no future. All I have is distraction and remorse. I buried my best friend three days ago, and as cliché as this sounds, I left a part of me in that box. A part I barely knew. A part I'll never see again.

Every day is a new box, boys. You open it, you take a look at what's inside. You're the one who determines if it's a gift or a coffin.

(knock on door)

BOBBY: Ready to do this?

JAX: Yeah.

BOBBY: Ah, yeah.

JAX: Mr. Mayor.

Do you mind if we join you?

(Jacob sighs)

JACOB: I was just reading an article on these, uh, home invasion att*cks.

People are very scared.

JAX: Mm.

I don't blame them.

JACOB: Most think it's tied to the, uh, "criminal element" here in Charming.

BOBBY: The city council?

JACOB: What do you want from me?

JAX: There is a commercial building you own, out on Castle Road, Morada border.

JACOB: Old Elks Lodge.

JAX: That's right.

We know it's been vacant for over a year.

JAX: We'd like to lease it.

JACOB: Automotive?

CHIBS: Not exactly.

JAX: Escort service.

(Jacob laughs)

JACOB: You're kidding me?

You-you-you think I'm going to let you set up a prostitution ring in one of my properties?

BOBBY: Very legit.

JACOB: Mm.

BOBBY: Our partner has all the permits and licenses.

JACOB: Good for him.

And there are lots of other

"very legit" properties to rent.

JAX: We like being in business with people we know.

JACOB: Forget it.

Never gonna happen.

JAX: It's unfortunate about Charming Heights.

Minutes from the last six city council meetings.

It's not looking good for your dream project.

First you lost your investors, now there's a motion before council to revert the land back to agriculture.

It's all gonna go away.

That vote happens soon, right?

JACOB: Next week.

JAX: Well, according to the preliminaries, you're gonna be one vote shy of holding onto that land.

JACOB: I have poured my life's blood into this project, and I'm not gonna let you sabotage it.

JAX: You're missing the point here, Mayor.

I know how important Charming Heights is to you.

To this town.

We're gonna make your dream come true.

I'll be in touch.

♪ 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: All right.

Meeting's all set with Gaalan and the cartel.

Finally get this big g*n deal locked down.

Make green and brown happy.

CLAY: It's currently black that concerns me.

FRANKIE: Everyone else, too.

People putting this home invasion sh*t on the club.

GOGO: Yeah, locals are very skittish, man.

JAX: We can't control what people think.

Charming's love and hate swings back and forth on us.

It always has.

CLAY: Be aware, son.

As long as these att*cks keep happening, that hate swings that far out... may never get the love back.

TIG: You guys are all full of sh*t.

Town knows these att*cks are not on us.

That's right. - It's true.

FRANKIE: You calling us liars, Tiggy?

TIG: - Well... CHIBS: - No, no, what he's saying is...

TIG: - Well... CHIBS: - ...you, you, and you don't know sh*t about our town.

GREG: Knows Roosevelt's gonna be up our ass.

JAX: I'm sitting down with Pope as soon as he's back in town.

If it's black, it'll stop.

End of discussion.

CHIBS: It ain't the att*cks we should be worried about, boys.

It's the coke mule.

We gotta figure out that endgame.

JAX: He's right.

FRANKIE: So you want out?

CHIBS: I want to stay alive.

We're down three brothers since this started.

TIG: Maybe you forgot about that little truck-burning incident happened out on 108?

JAX: Look, business with the cartel does bring in a lot of cash.

But it also brings in a lot of heat, man.

We voted this in knowing it would be short-term.

I'm also looking for other ways to earn.

Steady cash without the risk.

BOBBY: It's pink, wet, tastes like sunshine.

HAPPY: p*ssy.

TIG: Or-or Italian ice.

I'm okay with both.

(laughing)

JAX: Nero Padilla.

Guy that gave us safe haven before we went to County.

He's been running a legit escort service for five years.

Recently got pushed out of Stockton due to our complication.

He's looking for a new place to set up shop.

I've made a deal with him.

I'm gonna be his partner.

We'll tap into Cara Cara, add a little star power to her stable.

CLAY: What's that look like for the table?

JAX: Right now, I'm fronting the merger, but I want this to be a club business.

CLAY: You trust this guy?

JAX: I do.

He's straight up about profit.

PHIL: What kind of money is it?

JAX: It ain't as lucrative as hauling coke.

But it'll keep us comfortable.

BOBBY: And out of Fed crosshairs.

JAX: When it's up and running, take a look.

You guys want in, we'll vote it.

CLAY: Why wait?

Let's vote it now.

JAX: All right.

Everyone in favor of moving into the companion business, yea.

TIG: - Yea.

Yea.

Yea.

Yea.

Yea. JAX: - Good.

We'll figure out percentages when I nail sh*t down with Nero.

BOBBY: Chucky, what are you cooking in there?

Smells good.

JAX: Thought I'd get resistance about Diosa.

CLAY: Why?

'Cause your new partner's bedding my wife?

JAX: That stops.

That's wrong.

CLAY: Yeah, it is.

JAX: Problem?

GEMMA: Not really.

Uh... Just been trying to contact Nero.

He's not picking up or returning.

JAX: Don't get attached to that.

He's business, not pleasure.

BALIAN: This is good.

Inflammation on the median nerve is down considerably.

Much burning or numbness?

TARA: Uh... not so much anymore.

BALIAN: What happened there?

TARA: Oh, I, uh... banged it up carrying the stroller.

So where am I?

BALIAN: I'm not an optimist, Tara, but this is much better than I expected.

TARA: Much better as in I'll be able to continue surgery?

BALIAN: We can't make that call yet, but... I wouldn't rule it out.

TARA: Okay.

BALIAN: We'll put a soft cast on, and we'll take another look in six weeks.

TARA: Thank you.

JUICE: Gonna be okay without it?

CLAY: Long as I don't have to dance.

I'll be fine, Mom.

Gaalan.

(Clay laughs)

GAALAN: Good to see you up and about, brother.

CLAY: You, too, brother.

GAALAN: How's your lung holding up?

CLAY: Ah, I gotta cut back a little bit on the cigars, but, uh... I'm still fit for combat.

GAALAN: Aye.

Wasn't aware there was an election.

CLAY: Well, I figured with me down, it'd be a good time to move Jax up.

Nothing changes with us, though.

GAALAN: I hope that's true.

Our seniority's earned, not sewn on with cheap thread.

JAX: Hey.

We got some kind of beef, let's throw it on the table.

GAALAN: Don't be so sensitive, laddie.

JAX: Grow some balls, you Irish prick.

You got a problem with me, you tell me to my face.

GAALAN: All right.

I think you're arrogant, selfish, and expl*sive.

Wreckage you caused in Belfast got a man of God and one of my dearest friends k*lled.

JAX: You talking about the priest?

GAALAN: Aye.

Kellan Ashby took me out of the streets of Armagh.

Saved my life.

JAX: Right.

Gave you the Catholic blessing of the blood?

Made you a gangster of Christ?

(Gaalan grunts)

(exclaiming)

JAX: Hey, hey, hey!

GAALAN: - No! JAX: - That's it!

Now we're making progress.

♪
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Take him out, Jax!

Come on, Jackie boy.

Come on, come on.

(grunts)

Come on, Jax.

GAALAN: Maybe you do have some Irish blood left in you, boy.

JAX: Yeah?

By the time I'm done, yours is gonna be in a puddle at your feet.

♪
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(grunting)

Put him down. Put him down, Jax.

GAALAN: Don't want to embarrass you in front of your little brown friends.

JAX: They ain't my friends.

But you want to stop, all you gotta do is lay down, old man.

(grunting)

ROMEO: I didn't know you were gonna have entertainment.

CLAY: Just a little Irish discussion.

ROMEO: Should I be worried?

CLAY: Nah.

It'll all end in Guinness and man-hugs.

Nice!

♪
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(clears throat)

ALLEN: Can I help you?

CHUCKY: No, sir, but I could help you.

To Uncle Fudgie's crazy delicious fudge.

Iraq.

VA Bill got me money to open up my own shop.

I'm dropping off free samples to my neighbors.

ALLEN: I appreciate it, but I'm a diabetic.

I can't eat that.

CHUCKY: Oh, I'm sorry.

ALLEN: Yeah.

Hey, chief.

Why don't you leave it for my clients?

CHUCKY: Absolutely!

ALLEN: Mm... mm.

ROMEO: Trust you gentlemen worked things out.

JAX: Right as rain.

GAALAN: Let's get to it.

LUIS: Whole payment for this shipment, half down on the next.

ROMEO: We'll haul these back today.

But we're gonna need a drop every two weeks.

CLAY: Yeah.

We can make that work.

GAALAN: Us, too.

ROMEO: Good.

Pon toda la droga!

CHIBS (quietly): Uncle Chucky made the delivery.

GAALAN: Don't you want to check your hardware first?

ROMEO: I trust you.

GAALAN: I insist.

Open the door.

(Chibs yells)

CHIBS: You filthy Irish pummil!

(Chibs yelling)

It's gone!

HAPPY: Chibs... Chibs.

JAX: Well, now you know what they can do.

Way to close the deal, brother.

We'll send you the bill for the bikes.

JAX: How much did he eat?

TIG: How much?

CHUCKY: All of it.

TIG: Chucky and I think he actually licked the box.

JAX: How long do we have?

JUICE: He's a big boy.

Maybe like four hours?

BOBBY: You sure we want to do this?

It's a risky bet on a horse we hate.

JAX: Come on, man.

This is for the long game, brother.

First bite of the apple's gotta be tasty.

BOBBY: I hope you're right.

JAX: Okay, boys.

TIG: Come on.

NERO: You lost?

GEMMA: Is it that obvious?

NERO: What are you doing here, Gemma?

GEMMA: Making sure you're still alive.

Four days you don't pick up your phone.

NERO: Been a little busy here.

GEMMA: Where's Carla?

NERO: Hopefully healing someplace.

GEMMA: Yeah.

Sorry.

NERO: Hey, Carla's got her demons.

She's a complicated girl.

GEMMA: Yeah, I get that.

She almost got Jax k*lled.

Tara went a little medieval on her.

NERO: Oh, that was all Tara's fault, huh?

GEMMA: No.

No, it was my doing.

Is that why you're shutting me out?

NERO: Carla shouldn't have gone behind my back.

Okay?

There's no trust there anymore.

GEMMA: Where you gonna go?

NERO: Talk to your kid, Gemma.

Moving Diosa north.

GEMMA: You getting in bed with the club?

NERO: Yeah, looks that way.

GEMMA: I guess you'll be around a lot more.

NERO: Yeah, I guess.

GEMMA: What the hell is this?

If you're pissed, just tell me.

NERO: Hey, I ain't got time for this sh*t, okay?

GEMMA: You know, it's been a while since I've been dumped, but from what I remember, there is usually a g*dd*mn reason.

NERO: Just go, Gemma.

GEMMA: Talk to me assh*le.

NERO: Hey, you need to get out of here.

GEMMA: Don't you blow me off!

NERO: Hey!

GEMMA: - Don't you blow... NERO: - What?

GEMMA: Don't... Don't.

NERO: I can't do this.

GEMMA: Why?

NERO: I made a promise.

GEMMA: Jax.

And you signed off on that sh*t?

NERO: I need to get this up and running.

My kid's future depends on that.

Sorry.

(camera shutting clicking) BOBBY: Okay, get the face.

And the nip ring.

CHUCKY: We got something coming.

VENUS: Uh, Nero sent me?

Salutations, gentlemen.

Venus Van Dam, at your pleasure.

JAX: Venus.

Thanks for coming.

VENUS: Not yet, baby.

You gotta eat dinner

'fore you get dessert.

Is he dead?

'Cause I don't do dead.

CHUCKY: No, he's just fat.

JAX: Nero explain the situation?

I need to know what happens here stays here.

VENUS: All my dates have that need, baby.

But discretion ain't cheap.

JAX: I was, uh, told $2,000.

VENUS: You were told right. That will do. My lips are sealed. Although I might open them up a little bit for you.

(laughter)

Mm. He has been spending a little too much time at the pie-eatin' table. What am I supposed to do with Shamu?

JAX: Um... just ride him a little bit. A few other things. He won't remember any...

VENUS: - Yes, but unfortunately I will. Powder room?

TIG: Yeah. It's-it's back here, beautiful. I can give you a hand.

VENUS: It's not gonna happen, tiger.

JUICE: Really?

CLAY: Sounds like a solid lead. The, uh, sheriffs busted a bunch of black guys in a van full of stolen sh*t. Think it might have something to do with the home invasions. They want to know if we're willing to come down, identify any of it.

GEMMA: Now?

CANE: Yes, ma'am. If we can't prove the goods are stolen, we got to cut 'em loose.

GEMMA: All right. I'll drive myself.

PHIL: Gem, someone dropped this off for Jax. Said it was real important. You know where he is?

GEMMA: Just put it in the back, I'll take it to his house.

(Venus moans)

JAX: That's great, more of that.

BOBBY: Right on his face.

CHUCKY: Like this?

Ziggy, come on.

JAX: Reach around and tickle his balls.

Yeah.

JAX: Oh, that's fantastic.

JUICE: I don't know if that's the right word.

CHUCKY: You got the face?

It's no good without the face.

JUICE: I got it, I got it.

JAX: Get all the Christian sh*t on the wall, too.

How about like an air traffic controller?

BOBBY: Are you sure you can get rid of that tape?

JUICE: That's Photoshop 101.

VENUS: Whoo!

JUICE: Software I got?

I can make this guy sh*t unicorns.

VENUS: There will be no sh1tting anything while I'm this close to that giant ass cr*ck.

CHUCKY: Hey.

You expecting somebody else?

JAX: All right.

We got enough, let's wrap this up.

DEVIN: Oh, sh*t!

Hey, whoa!

(nervous laugh)

Oh, my God.

What are you doing to Allen?

VENUS: Charming Community Theater, baby.

DEVIN: Yeah, right.

I know who you guys are.

You're Sons.

Yeah, what, you guys drug him or something?

Huh?

Allen.

Damn... You dudes are totally blackmailing him.

CHIBS: What do we do with this, Jackie?

JAX: Who are you?

DEVIN: Devin Price, his stepson.

BOBBY: Oh, Christ.

DEVIN: Nah, it's cool, man.

We can work something out.

JAX: - Work something out how? DEVIN: - Yeah.

sh*t, man, ow!

What, dude?

I just want to use this sh*t against him, too.

JAX: I'm guessing you two aren't very close.

DEVIN: Nah, he's a total d*ck, man.

VENUS: How... how old are you, sugar?

DEVIN: Twenty-one.

VENUS: Mm.

I do like 'em young and sweet.

DEVIN: sh*t.

Dude, you're like, a dude.

VENUS: Why, didn't your daddy ever tell you never judge a book by its penis?

Now have you... ah.

Have you ever had your d*ck sucked by a Southern girl with a huge cock?

Oh, baby, you are in for a treat.

I will make you come so hard it'll make your grandmamma wet.

(kissing sounds)

DEVIN: My grandmother's dead.

VENUS: Well, now you're catching on, young g*n.

JAX: Doesn't mean you're gay, man.

We all been there. DEVIN: - What?

Really?

Yeah, sure.

JUICE: - Lot of cock. DEVIN: - Really?

JUICE: - Yeah. TIG: - Oh, yeah.

CHUCKY: - Oh, yeah. DEVIN: - All you guys?

CHIBS: - Two dicks. DEVIN: - Yeah?

JUICE: - Slamming cock. DEVIN: - All right.

(laughs)

Cool, let's do this.

VENUS: Pants off.

Wrap this... ha... around your eyes.

I like the element of surprise.

Back there. DEVIN: - Hell, yeah.

This is awesome!

JAX: You in for a treat, my boy.

DEVIN: Yeah!

VENUS: Now I suggest you clean up Tubby while I get some photos of this disenchanted little boy.

JAX: That would be very helpful.

VENUS: Oh, I'm not about helping you, blondie.

It's about my bottom line.

JAX: I'll give you another grand.

VENUS: Two.

Okie-dokie.

You jealous, tiger?

TIG: Kind of.

VENUS: I know you are.

(laughs)

JAX: All right, let's get orca back into insurance mode.

(groaning)

(knock at door)

ROOSEVELT: Yeah.

CANE: Got 'em looking at Polaroids, LT.

ROOSEVELT: All right. Thanks, man.

RITA: Mm.

I hear he moved out.

Sad.

ROOSEVELT: Yeah. I don't see how a marriage can survive that type of life.

RITA: You mean one where the man carries a g*n and is hardly ever home?

ROOSEVELT: Ouch.

RITA: Kidding.

Sort of.

ROOSEVELT: Hey, come here.

RITA: Hmm.

ROOSEVELT: I love you.

RITA: I love you, too, babe.

(indistinct radio chatter)

MAN: Hey!

Didn't you hear what I said?

Hey, I gotta take a piss, man!

Hey!

ROOSEVELT: Would you take him to the head, please?

Yes, sir.

So, any of this belong to you?

CLAY: I don't see no safe.

ROOSEVELT: Gemma?

GEMMA: Nope.

But I, um, I'd like this silver teapot here, if no one claims it.

CANE: That was Oakland PD.

Two of them are East Dub Crew with priors.

DA's trying to get warrants for their homes.

ROOSEVELT: East Dub.

That's Damon Pope's jurisdiction.

(grunts)

(grunting)

CLAY: Hey, you should take off.

I'll get a bite to eat and come by later.

See what else these guys turn up on, uh, all this stuff.

A good one.

That's a good one.

JAX: - Hey. DEVIN: - Ha ha.

JAX: - You good? DEVIN: - Yeah, man.

It was... intense.

JAX: So let me tell you what happens now.

You go home, you tell no one about any of this.

DEVIN: Of course, man.

JAX: 'Cause if you do, your stepdad, he ain't gonna be the only one with a new photo album.

Check it out.

Ooh.

How would you like these bad boys blowing up your Facebook page?

DEVIN: Dude.

Really?

VENUS: Love is a fickle beast.

JAX: - You understand? DEVIN: - Yeah, yeah, no, man.

But I'm... I would never rat on you guys, man.

I think the MC's awesome.

JAX: Yeah, we are.

All right.

DEVIN: Yeah, no, I mean seriously.

I'd like to, like, hang out with you guys sometime.

BOBBY: Sure.

Why not?

CHIBS: Aye, absolutely.

Come by the clubhouse Saturday morning.

You can clean the cum and the puke off the bathroom floor.

(laughs)

(laughing)

DEVIN: That's so cool, man.

JAX: - Yeah. DEVIN: - Thanks.

JAX: - All right, get out of here. DEVIN: - Thanks, man.

Jeez.

JAX: Thank you, darlin'.

VENUS: Whenever y'all need a little Venus love, give me a call.

I'm the belle who does not tell.

Good-bye, tiger.

Come on. Let's get him to the desk.

(groaning)

(yells)

TIG: Aw, sh*t!

sh*t!

Ah!

Why does this always happen to me?

TARA: Jesus Christ.

JAX: What do you think?

TARA: I... I think whoever bit him should be wearing a collar and a muzzle.

(laughs)

CHIBS: Check.

TIG: You, uh... you gonna be able to stitch me up here, doc?

TARA: Yeah.

JAX: Oh, sh*t.

It was your appointment today. TARA: - Yeah.

JAX: - This is good news, right? TARA: - Mm.

Just a new cast.

More mobility.

Will you give him a local?

I'll go get ready.

CHIBS: Sure.

TIG: Oh, boy.

Aw, man.

BOBBY: We can help her do this.

JAX: - Yeah? BOBBY: - Yeah.

JAX: All right, thanks.

Hey.

Feel better.

TIG: Yeah, all right.

CHIBS: On three.

One... ready.

(Tig moans)

JUICE: Check this out.

JUICE: I printed out ten of my best sh*ts.

JAX: Oh, my God.

(chuckling)

All right, thanks, Juicy.

That's great.

GEMMA: I gotta talk to you.

JAX: Not now.

GEMMA: Hey.

JAX: I gotta go.

GEMMA: Me and Nero.

That's got nothing to do with SAMCRO.

You got no right to sh*t on that.

JAX: We barely know this guy.

GEMMA: Oh, bullshit.

Don't pretend you're protecting me.

This is about Clay, and JT.

You and Tara have been shutting me out since...

JAX: You've been shutting yourself out.

You're getting wasted every night.

You're... GEMMA: - Oh, pimp daddy's gonna give me some moral lecture?

You blame me for what happened to your father.

Whether you know it or not.

I can feel it.

JAX: You're connected to that history.

To Clay. And yeah, maybe I am having a little trouble separating my hate.

GEMMA: You can't hate me, Jackson.

You're the only thing I still love.

JAX: I'm sorry.

But getting involved with Nero is not a good idea.

Not now.

Tig had an accident.

Tara's patching him up.

She could use some help.

I got to go.

(engine starts)

(Tig sighing)

Hey.

CHIBS: Hey, doc.

Why don't we double-team him.

You walk me through it.

TARA: Okay.

(Tig sighing)

CHIBS: Oh, sorry.

Hold onto this thing, would you please.

Thanks.

All right, need two hands.

TARA: No, no, the stitches need to be further apart.

CHIBS: Further apart.

Got it.

GEMMA: How you holding up, Tiggy?

TIG: I don't know if this is good or bad, but I'm totally hard right now.

(Gemma chuckles)

Just saying.

JACOB: I'll call you back.

Thought I was very clear this morning.

JAX: You were.

JACOB: Jesus Christ.

(sighs)

Is that Allen Biancone?

JAX: Mm-hmm.

JACOB: Did you do this?

JAX: No, he did.

We just happened to be there with a camera.

JACOB: Oh.

What the hell is this?

JAX: Biancone is your obstacle to Charming Heights.

His vote gets you your dream.

JACOB: I'm not in the business of blackmail.

JAX: No, but I am.

You say the word and I send him copies of these with a polite request to back Charming Heights.

The dirt never touches you.

JACOB: You're unbelievable.

JAX: Oh, I'm just getting started, Jake.

I can also get you a new investor.

One of the biggest developers in Oakland.

JACOB: And this is all about getting that property on Castle Road?

JAX: It's all about being in business with the right people.

Whether you like it or not, there is no one in this town that can help you more than me.

I ain't Clay.

I ain't Oswald's boy.

You let me know what you want me to do with these.

GEMMA: You okay?

TARA: Fine.

GEMMA: You did good.

TARA: I did sh*t.

Can't even sew up someone's ass.

GEMMA: Well... we all got a lot of healing to do.

TARA: Thing that happened with Carla, in the garage...

I didn't tell Jax.

GEMMA: I didn't think you would.

TARA: It scares me sometimes, the extremes.

GEMMA: Not a lot of gray in this life, sweetheart.

Extremes become average.

TARA: I'm not sure I find that comforting.

GEMMA: You're not supposed to.

(phones ringing) (indistinct radio chatter)

ROOSEVELT: One of their apartments was packed with stolen goods.

CANE: Got the pics in an e-mail.

CLAY: So you release them?

ROOSEVELT: The b*at-down was enough to charge them.

They're all going to County.

CLAY: Good.

Further away from Charming the better.

ROOSEVELT: Yeah.

That's right.

(distant thump)

RITA: Babe?

Eli, is that you?

(dialing)

I've got a g*n and I'm calling 911!

911. What is your emergency?

RITA: Yes, I'm alone and there are, I don't know...

(screaming)

No!

Don't touch me!

(screaming)

(man grunts)

(g*nsh*t)

(Rita groans)

Damn it.

sh*t.

What did you guys do?

Let's keep the hell out of here.

You're gonna just leave her?

Let's go.

(knocking)

GEMMA: - Hey.

Hey.

Sorry. I, um, I meant to drop this off earlier.

It's for Jax.

TARA: What is it?

GEMMA: I'm not sure.

Parts maybe.

Boys asleep?

TARA: Yeah.

GEMMA: Okay.

Night.

TARA: It's almost time to feed Thomas.

I'm kind of tired.

GEMMA: Yeah.

Sure.

Thank you.

TARA: You're welcome.

The victim's name is Rita Rosabell. g*nsh*t wound...

Sorry, Sheriff, you'll need to wait here.

ROOSEVELT: I need the skin under her fingernails.

Got it.

(vehicle approaching)

(Jacob sighs)

JACOB: Lease agreement on Castle Road.

We'll need three months down.

JAX: Okay.

Thank you.

I'm assuming I should move forward on securing Charming Heights.

JACOB: Yeah.

(engine starts)

(engine starts)

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JAX (whispers): Good night, baby boy.

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(sighs)