05x13 - J'ai Obtenu Cette

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Previously on Sons of Anarchy...

JAX: I just watched my best friend get beaten to death. Now I need Trager outside, and knowing I saved his life gives me an internal advantage I'm gonna need. And when I'm done, you can send him out the same way you did his kid.

BOBBY: I need a minute.

CLAY: You here to k*ll me?

BOBBY: I'm here to keep you alive.

JAX: You made a deal with him behind my back.

BOBBY: If I didn't make this deal, you would've k*lled him.

ROOSEVELT: I know it was Clay.

JAX: So do I. Looks like we got another common goal.

CLAY: It's my way of saying thanks.

DAMON: Clay is out. Trager served his purpose.

JAX: I'll deliver him tomorrow.

TARA: Who are you?

LEE: Lee Toric, the guy who just lost his little sister.

TARA: U.S. Marshal. And what do you want from me?

LEE: The truth. Your side. Tomorrow ISU will get Otto's side. What do you think that's gonna sound like?

JAX: Time to earn your rent, Chief. You find out everything you can.

UNSER: U.S. Marshal?

FIASCO: Triple Two started running dog fights.

ARCADIO: Yeah, this is Dante pushing us out.

JAX: You want to fix the damage you've done?

GEMMA: Yes.

JAX: Clay was the one that put the Nomads in motion.

GEMMA: You want me to spy on him?

JAX: I want you to be with him.

GEMMA: The thing you want me to do, I need to know that what you promised is real.

TARA: If you help him get what he needs from Clay, you can have that key back.

And the family that goes with it.

CLAY: I was hoping to catch a cargo ride back to Belfast.

I'm hoping to bring Gemma.

GEMMA: Oh, Jesus Christ, Clay, I can't just pick up and leave.

CLAY: It's two months.

Probably do you some good to step away.

LOWEN: Do you have something in place for them?

The boys.

In case anything were to happen to you.

TARA: If anything happens to me, there's nobody I trust to take care of my boys.

WENDY: I've got the proof.

Abel being kidnapped, the sh*t that happened to me today--

I'm gonna report it.

I'm coming after my son.

JAX: Can we talk?

(Wendy grunts, shouts)

You don't ever burden my family again.

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(sighs)

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(men speaking indistinctly)

(motorcycle approaching)

(pops kickstand)

DAMON: I'm assuming you're here to shore up the details.

JAX: I am.

But, you know, it dawned on me.

JAX: Once I hand over Tig, might be the end of these little chats.

I'm gonna miss that.

DAMON: How so?

JAX: Now that I handed over the coke to the Mayans, only thing I got left you want is Trager.

DAMON: You don't think I'm gonna come through on Charming Heights?

No faith, son.

(chuckles)

JAX: I'm just following your business model.

DAMON: Uh-huh.

JAX: Trust no one.

DAMON: What do you want?

JAX: Some kind of letter of intent, locking down your interest and my needs.

AUGUST: The maintenance contracts.

JAX: And the subsidized housing for Opie's family.

Plus SAMCRO's percentage for me bringing all the parties together.

DAMON: Relax.

The deal is moving forward.

The paperwork's already started.

JAX: Then one more piece of paper doesn't make a difference, right?

You're committing to Charming Heights; I'm committing to handing over a brother for you to m*rder.

That sounds fair to me.

AUGUST: I'm here all day with the lawyers.

We could put something together.

DAMON: You get your piece of paper.

JAX: Thank you.

One for me and one for Hale?

We got some business in Stockton this morning, but I should be able to break Tig away this afternoon.

Has to be in Sanwa.

He's gonna get skittish if I try to lead him to Oakland.

DAMON: We have a storage garage in Middle River.

Private, rural.

2:00.

AUGUST: I'll text you the info.

JAX: We'll be there.

AUGUST: Almost done, my friend.

(motorcycle starts)

DAMON: Yeah.

Yes.

♪ 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 ♪

(radio playing)

(side bag shuts)

CLAY: I'm leaving my tools.

Tig and Chibs stole most of my sh*t anyway.

GEMMA: Yeah.

I'll let 'em know.

Uh... Chucky, Tara's waiting for those car mats.

Maybe you could go drop 'em off.

CHUCKY: Absolument.

CLAY: French?

What happened to the rhymes?

GEMMA: I threatened to auction his hands off on eBay.

(chuckles)

CLAY: Gaalan's all set for me-- 4:30, Wahewa barn.

(sighs)

GEMMA: My suitcase is in the car.

CLAY: Thank you.

It's gonna be a fresh start for us, Gem.

I promise.

GEMMA: Yeah.

The honeymoon we never had.

w*r-torn Belfast.

Can't wait.

All right now, go on.

Get out of here.

I got to get sh*t organized for two-fingered Pierre out there.

CLAY: Uh, 3:00, my place?

GEMMA: Yeah.

MARGARET: Nerves and muscles are communicating normally.

(Tara sighs)

No permanent damage, Tara.

Dr. Balian thinks you'll be operating within six months.

TARA: That's amazing.

I just didn't... expect this.

MARGARET: I knew you'd heal.

You're too good of a surgeon.

There's a lot of people you still need to help.

WENDY: Sorry to interrupt.

TARA: Can you, um, forward these to Karen Dunhill?

MARGARET: Sure.

TARA: I tried to call you at work.

WENDY: Yeah.

I took a sick day.

TARA: You okay?

WENDY: You have no idea what happened to me last night, do you?

TARA: What are you talking about?

WENDY: Jax came to my house last night after Tig dropped me off.

Told me to back off from his family... and threatened to tell my work that I came here looking for Abel, high and out of control.

TARA: Well, that's not true.

People here know... WENDY: - Well, unfortunately, a positive drug test might make it true 'cause he banged a speedball into my shoulder.

(Tara exhales)

TARA: Oh, my God.

WENDY: Yeah.

You should be horrified.

TARA: I can't believe he would do that.

WENDY: Believe it.

The MC, this town, it kills all the sh*t you love.

You need to get those boys away from here.

TARA: I-I'm trying to set that up.

WENDY: Trying is never gonna get you out.

Go to Oregon now before something awful happens to you and your sons.

And if you don't do it, I will, because I don't give a sh*t about custody!

TARA: I'm getting out!

I'm getting out.

WENDY: Good.

GEMMA: Is that for me?

CHUCK: Tara. I dropped off the mats, and I found this on the front porch.

Perishables. Adieu.

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(exhales)

ANYA: Nero, they're pressing all of us.

They trash my shop.

They come in and they take whatever sh*t they want.

And Dante says now we have to pay Triple Two for protection.

I mean, we all knew you split.

I mean, what the hell are we supposed to do, huh?

NERO: Okay, I get it, Anya.

I get it.

I'm sorry I let that happen.

I'm here now.

Mm? And we're gonna handle Dante, mi vida.

ARCADIO: And we'll make sure the street knows.

NERO: Come on, guachale.

ANYA: Gracias.

JAX: We got a plan?

NERO: Cut off the g*dd*mn head.

Dante, he's running out of a rag warehouse, two blocks, the end of Palm.

Fights are in progress.

CHIBS: Is he there now?

ARCADIO: Not sure.

JAX: All right, check it out.

Why don't you let the white boys go in, just a few fight fans.

We'll see what we're dealing with.

NERO: Yeah. Cool.

BOBBY: How big's his crew?

NERO: Like, 15.

ARCADIO (scoffs): Been recruiting.

Closer to 20.

FIASCO: It's probably more, homes.

NERO: Right now we got four other guys, plus your crew...

No, that still leaves us a little light.

JAX: Don't worry about that.

I got the Cholo cavalry on the way.

(dogs barking viciously, men shouting, loud music playing)

(dog yelping in pain)

Get him! Get him!

(loud music, shouting continue)

JAX: Take a look around. TIG: Yeah.

(barking, shouting, loud music continue)

(dog yelping in pain)

(dog yelping in pain)

(dog growling)

(loud music continues, men shouting indistinctly)

(dog whining)

CHIBS: Jackie.

JAX (quietly): sh*t.

(barking continues)

(music, barking continue in distance)

(dog whining quietly)

(Tig groans)

TIG: Aw, you got to be kidding me.

(hammer cocks) Hey!

I will blow your g*dd*mn head off.

Who the hell are you, man?

JAX: Tig! Hey!

TIG (panting): Look at this sh*t, brother.

Look at this.

This is so wrong.

JAX: That's not what we're doing here.

TIG: Yeah.

Yeah.

Where is Dante?

Where's Dante, you piece of sh*t?

Thr-Through there, man.

Uses one of the supply rooms as an office.

CHIBS: Tiggy. Come on.

JAX: All right, get out of here.

TIG: Leave the dog.

JAX: Go take him inside. Go tell Nero. Now.

PHIL: Yes, sir.

(dog whining)

WOMAN: Of course.

They can live with the case.

To be safe... my love.

Yes.

Always.

(Spanish) Is it ready? Take it.

JAX: Put 'em down! Now! Now!

BOBBY: Give it up!

Now, Dante. - Okay.

Now, on the floor!

(drops g*n to floor)

Don't move. Stay.

(Spanish) They're here!

(Spanish) Go get them!

JAX: Change of plans. Come on.

DANTE: Go!

Don't let 'em get out!

(shouts indistinctly)

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(g*nf*re, grunting)

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(motorcycles rumbling loudly)

(shouts indistinctly)

JAX: Dante!

Chibs!

Turn around. Turn around.

On your knees.

NERO: Shut 'em down!

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JAX: Go, here!

(grunting)

(yelling)

(grunting, pained yelling)

(pained yelling continues)

NERO: He's running!

(continues yelling)

NERO: Ha-ha! Yeah!

WOMAN: sh*t!

NERO: No!

(dog barking, growling) DANTE: Oh, sh*t!

Oh! Aah!

NERO: What?! What?

CHIBS: - Saw that. - Are you okay?

DANTE: Let me out of here!

JAX: sh*t's got to hurt.

(Dante screaming)

NERO: We should probably let him out.

CHIBS: That would be the good Catholic thing to do.

(Nero laughing)

(Dante grunting, yelling)

JAX: Hey, babe.

Can we talk?

JAX: Come on.

Can you give us a minute?

(French) CHUCK: How are you, mister and miss?

(French) Do you want some?

JAX: What's going on?

TARA: Uh, I had that... nerve exam this morning.

(laughs softly)

There's no permanent damage.

They think I'll be operating within six months.

(Jax laughs)

JAX (whispers): Oh, my God.

That's good, right?

TARA: Yeah.

(sniffs) Yeah.

JAX: You're still worried about all that sh*t that happened yesterday?

TARA: Yeah.

I guess I just need a little... clarity.

JAX: Look, babe... Otto was gonna give his statement today.

Lowen is gonna figure out what our next move is, and we're gonna put this sh*t behind us.

That's the truth.

TARA: And what about Wendy?

JAX: Wendy'll back off.

TARA: How do you know?

JAX: She can't prove sh*t.

She's just a junkie.

She's never gonna get custody.

(door opens)

Chucky, split.

CHUCK: J'accepte que.

JAX: So whatcha got?

UNSER: Found out what I could about Mr. Lee Toric.

JAX: What?

UNSER: Harvard education.

Ex-Special Forces.

Recruited into the U.S. Marshals in '91.

Lots of high-profile arrests.

Commendations up the yang, as well as a long list of misconduct violations... excessive force, intimidation, racial profiling.

Looks like he was, uh, forced into early retirement.

The little sister-- she was his only family.

(chains jangling)

You stay here.

It'll be a minute.

(door closes)

(Otto laughs)

(door opens)

(Otto sighs)

(beep)

(chirp)

Please state your name for the record.

(sighing)

(Otto yells)

Jesus Christ!

(yelling)

Guard!

(yelling)

(weeping)

LEE: Wow.

Way to commit... Otto.

(Otto weeps)

TARA: You looking for me?

GEMMA: No, I'm here for in-vitro counseling.

(Gemma sighs)

When were you gonna tell me about Oregon?

I know all about the Providence offer.

TARA: It just came up.

GEMMA: Bullshit.

Does Jax know?

TARA: Not all the details.

GEMMA: Well, here's a detail for you.

You're not taking my family anywhere.

TARA: They're my sons.

GEMMA: Shut up, you lying bitch.

I am done with your little power push.

sh*t I've done to buy my way back to those boys...

TARA: That didn't work, did it?

Clay's still standing.

GEMMA: You got no idea.

TARA: What I got is my family, and I am pulling them out of this g*dd*mn cesspool.

Far away from you, SAMCRO, and all the sh*t that comes with it.

(Tara sighs)

GEMMA: You take one step out of Charming, and the only place you're going is prison.

All I got to do is reach out to those investigators.

Tell 'em you asked me to bring you that cross.

I'm sure there's plenty of security footage of us on that lot.

And afterwards, you told me exactly what you were going to have Otto do...

k*ll an innocent to reverse RICO.

You had it all planned.

TARA: Jax would k*ll you.

GEMMA: Well, he might as well. I'm dead without my boys. But at least I would have the satisfaction of knowing you were locked up, getting fist-r*ped until they were well into their 20s.

(Tara groans and gasps loudly)

Hope you're not pregnant.

TARA: Mm. You can't hurt me anymore, Gemma. You do what you have to do, but I'm leaving Charming. And my sons are coming with me. Yeah, do that. Sounds good.

(phone rings)

AUGUST: Hello.

JAX: It's Jax. You let him know I'm running a little late.

AUGUST: Is there a problem?

JAX: Not at all.

JAX: Hey. That was one of Nero's guys. They found the breeder supplying the fight dogs. Asked if we could shut it down.

TIG: Oh, I'll gut that son of a bitch.

JAX: I'm gonna take Tig.

CHIBS: No. No, no, no, no. No, no, no. You have got no idea what the hell you're walking into.

JAX: We'll handle it.

Let's go.

(knocking)

CLAY: You're early.

GEMMA: Yeah.

Bag's in the car.

CLAY: Juice.

JUICE: Got it.

CLAY: Did you take care of everything?

GEMMA: Yeah.

I'm ready.

(engines revving)

TIG: It's quiet, man.

Man, you sure this is the place?

I don't see any kennels or pens.

JAX: Yeah, this is the place.

(g*n chamber clicking)

Give me the piece.

TIG: What?

What are you talking about?

JAX: The g*n, Tig, and the Kn*fe.

TIG: - Jax... JAX: - Do it!

TIG: All right.

What the hell's going on, man?

Tell me!

(car approaching)

Oh, no, no, no.

Man, no.

Jax, come on.

JAX: Sorry, man.

TIG: You rat bastard.

g*dd*mn it!

DAMON: Hey.

You made it on time.

JAX: Yeah.

TIG: Jax, please, brother.

Please, come on.

Think about what you're doing here.

Who this scumbag is.

Who that scumbag is.

DAMON: Him, too.

The g*n.

It's just a precaution.

JAX: Right.

TIG: Brother... you're giving me up to this assh*le.

And you saw what he did to Dawn.

You know what?

She was screaming my name.

She was going, "Daddy!"

JAX: Shut him up.

TIG: "Daddy."

JAX: Shut him up!

(Tig grunts)

(Tig groans)

JAX: Did you bring it?

DAMON: We sent one to Hale's lawyer as well.

JAX: Thank you.

I'd do it in the garage.

Spotted a couple hikers on the way in.

Sound travels out here.

I'll wait till you're done.

DAMON: Tie him up.

JAX: I'm gonna need the cut.

DAMON: Would you...?

It all comes around, Tiggy.

DAMON: Inside the garage.

Right there.

DAMON: Veronica.

That was her name.

(Tig mutters)

(grunting)

JAX: Don't!

You stay down.

(laughing)

DAMON: Hey, this was not our agreement, son.

JAX: No.

It wasn't.

(Tig pants)

JAX: You k*ll the man that b*rned your kid alive.

DAMON: You stupid cr*cker bitch.

You know what happens to whoever kills me, right?

JAX: I'm counting on it.

(panting)

JAX: I'm sorry.

I couldn't tell you.

He would have picked up on something.

TIG: He could have k*lled me right away, bro.

JAX: But he didn't.

TIG: No, he didn't.

(Tig pants loudly)

That's Clay's g*n?

JAX: Yeah, it is.

Is that gonna be a problem for you?

TIG: No.

(Tig sobbing)

JAX: It's over, brother.

It's over.

CANE: LT, just got a call about a homicide in a commercial lot, out in Middle River.

ROOSEVELT: That's not our quadrant.

CANE: Whoever called said you'd want to find the body.

Wouldn't give a name. Just the address.

ROOSEVELT: Give the Holt station a heads-up.

Have Tores and Wilson meet us at the 20.

Yes, sir.

Let's go.

CANE: Holy sh*t.

That's Damon Pope.

ROOSEVELT: Yes, it is.

(cell phone ringing)

Call it in.

Eli Roosevelt.

JAX: How's your day?

ROOSEVELT: Did you do this?

JAX: Just working towards that common goal.

ROOSEVELT: Which one?

Step out of the garage.

ROOSEVELT: All right, I'm there.

JAX: Vent, halfway up the hill.

ROOSEVELT: Yeah.

JAX: You're welcome.

ROOSEVELT: We got a w*apon!

TARA: He bit off his own tongue?

LOWEN: Apparently his way of not talking.

(chuckles softly)

Ever again.

As gruesome as it is, it's good news, Tara.

Otto was the only one who could tie you up with a conspiracy charge.

Everything else they could charge you with is a misdemeanor.

TARA: Okay.

LOWEN: Should we do this another time?

TARA: No.

No, we have to do it now.

LOWEN: I've included life insurance policy... the guardianship for the boys, both Jax's and your dad's house.

I think it's everything we talked about.

TARA: Okay, where do I sign?

LOWEN: Don't you want to review it?

TARA: No.

No, I don't have to.

LOWEN: Okay.

Signature here, along with your initials, and sign on all the red tabs.

LOWEN: You do know this isn't binding until Jax signs and it's notarized.

TARA: No, I know.

LOWEN: Do you want me to set a meeting with him?

TARA: No.

No, I can do that.

LOWEN: Okay.

JUICE: This is the last set of boxes.

I'll get more and finish up tonight.

Move everything into storage next week.

CLAY: Thanks, Juicy.

JUICE: No problem, man.

CLAY: I know it was you... found that legal sh*t in the vent.

JUICE: Why didn't you say something?

CLAY: Eh...

I figured it had to be Jax leveraging the RICO thr*at.

You had no choice.

JUICE: We always have a choice.

I'm sorry.

CLAY: It didn't end up mattering anyway.

Just let it go.

I love you, brother.

I'm gonna miss you most.

JUICE: Oh, Christ.

Clay... you got to go.

You got to leave now.

You got to get out of here.

You got to split.

Take my bike.

CLAY: What are you talking about, son?

(knocking)

ROOSEVELT: You're leaving town?

CLAY: What is this?

ROOSEVELT: This w*apon is registered in your name.

It was just used in the m*rder of Damon Pope and three of his associates.

Can you tell me where you've been this afternoon?

CLAY: Right here.

ROOSEVELT: Can anyone confirm that?

CLAY: My wife.

Tell him, Gem.

ROOSEVELT: Gemma?

GEMMA: He went out for a few hours.

Took the g*n.

Said he had to settle up some accounts before he left.

I didn't think he'd k*ll anyone.

ROOSEVELT: Cuff him and read him.

(handcuffs clicking)

CANE: You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say and do can and will be used against you in a court of law.

You have the right to an attorney.

If you can't afford an attorney, one will be provided for you.

ROOSEVELT: We'll need you to come down to the station, give a formal statement.

(sighs)

AUGUST: All right, good looking out.

Police report confirms Clay's prints were on the w*apon.

JAX: When Clay got drummed out of the club, he blamed Pope.

Hated that we were in business together.

I never thought he would be stupid enough to go after him.

AUGUST: How is it that Clay knew where Mr. Pope was gonna be?

Only two parties knew the location.

JAX: Clay must've followed me here.

Waited for Pope to leave, trailed him to the garage.

By the time we got there, there were people everywhere, a bunch of cars.

We split 'cause I didn't want Trager to get suspicious.

AUGUST: m*rder w*apon, prints, motive... you running late.

All fits together nicely.

JAX: What does that mean?

AUGUST: You lock down a lucrative deal.

The man who called the play that k*lled your best friend is gunned down by the man you hate most.

Who now is as good as dead, once I put a price on his head.

JAX: You think I planned this whole thing?

Come on, man.

You give me way too much credit.

I ain't Pope.

I'm just a mechanic looking out for my family.

AUGUST: We're gonna be looking into Mr. Pope's death.

And if we determine the police is wrong, our disciplinary action could expand beyond one man.

JAX: That makes sense.

If it's any consolation, I'm looking forward to working with you, Mr. Marks.

(engine starts)

AUGUST: Bounty is on Clay Morrow.

I want him dead before his hearing.

JAX: I'm proud of you.

(Juice sighs)

How's she doing?

TIG: She's gonna be fine, brother.

(whispering)

BOBBY: I know what you did with Clay.

(Bobby sighs)

I just talked to Juice... and Tig.

JAX: What did they say?

BOBBY: Nothing.

JAX: I kept my word to you and the club.

I didn't lay a hand on Clay.

BOBBY: It wasn't about being smart enough to hurt him.

It was about being smart enough not to hurt him.

You had a chance to be different.

(Jax chuckles softly)

JAX: Maybe I'm not so different.

NERO: So, what now?

GEMMA: You tell me.

NERO: Things are changing, Gemma.

We're not gonna be able to play house here anymore.

GEMMA: I'm not playing anything.

In case you haven't noticed, ese, I'm not a casual girl.

Do you want to be with me or not?

NERO: I'm just saying... I just don't know if I'm gonna be able to give you everything you need right now.

GEMMA: And what is it you think I need?

Love?

Only men need to be loved, sweetheart.

Women need to be wanted.

(Nero chuckles)

NERO: You know, all this stuff that's gone down the past few days, I'm not outside it.

You understand that?

I'm in it.

My life's about to get very messy, Gemma.

GEMMA: I know messy.

It's what I do best.

(knocking)

LYLA: Sorry.

NERO: Really?

LYLA: Jax is here.

GEMMA: Speaking of messy.

NERO: Okay, Lyla, I'll be right there.

You should look after Carl and Carla.

They want you.

(Gemma laughs)

(birds chirping)

(door closes)

WOMAN: Follow me.

MAN: Yes, boss.

(Nero sighs)

NERO: Your half of Dante's haul.

(Jax sighs)

JAX: Keep it.

Deposit on what we owe you for getting back my ex.

NERO: Oh, no, no, no, we'll figure all that out.

Your crew deserves this.

Serio, I'm, I'm indebted, man.

JAX: What do you tell your boy...

about the farm?

NERO: I don't know.

I don't know.

Those, uh, journals you keep.

Those are for your boys, right?

What do you tell them?

JAX: The sh*t I can't tell anyone else.

You need to buy that farm, brother.

We'll help your cousin keep your crew whole.

You're so close to getting out.

NERO: So are you, mano.

So are you.

'Cause it sounds like you got all your business handled.

Hmm?

I'm gonna make you another deal.

You walk away, I'll walk away.

(Jax sighing)

JAX: Have a good night.

(keys clatter)

(Jax sighs)

JAX: What is this?

Why is Wendy listed on there as a guardian?

TARA: I'm just getting things in order.

She's the best choice.

(Jax scoffs)

You shouldn't have att*cked her, Jax.

JAX: Is that with this is?

You trying to teach me some kind of lesson?

(Tara chuckles)

TARA: No.

You know, I used to think that if I gave up on the club or Charming, I'd somehow be betraying you, and I didn't want to do that.

And then I realized that my job as your old lady is to be strong when and where you can't be.

That's what this is, baby.

I took that job in Oregon.

It starts in two weeks.

The boys are coming with me.

And if you love them and if you love me, you'll follow us up there.

We both know, if we stay here... we'll end up like the two people we hate the most.

And our boys will be destined to relive... all of our mistakes.

(knocking)

JAX: Now is not a good time.

ROOSEVELT: Yeah, I know.

I need to speak to you for a second.

JAX: Are we good?

ROOSEVELT: Yeah.

JAX: Then, can we talk tomorrow?

ROOSEVELT: I'm not here for that.

I'm here for Tara.

(Thomas crying)

JAX: What are you talking about?

ROOSEVELT: I have a warrant.

Conspiracy to commit m*rder.

Death of Pamela Toric.

ROOSEVELT: You're under arrest, Dr. Knowles.

TARA: No.

He's crying.

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(Tara sobbing)

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Call Lowen.

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GEMMA: I'm here, baby.