Previously on Sons of Anarchy...

JAX: Otto k*lling that nurse, that'll make RICO go away?

LOWEN: Yes, but this could unravel for Tara. She could do serious time for this.

OTTO: RICO is d*ad, bitch. I ain't giving you shit.

LEE: These next few months will be the most excruciatingly painful time of your sick and miserable life.

LUIS: k*lling RICO was Jax making a move to end our deal.

JAX: You think I'm just gonna cut ties without setting you up with something else? Mayans will mule from AZ. Niners will still push Pope's weight into Reno.

LUIS: Who gets us the Irish g*n?

LIN: I can dip into Gaza, German sn*pers, some anti-t*nk shit.

JAX: - Can you make it work? LIN: - Yeah.

CLAY: I'm gonna be forced to create some new opportunities outside of SAMCRO.

DAMON: How much longer you need Trager on that leash?

JAX: I'm still putting together the pieces on how to bring Clay down. When that happens, you can have Trager. The safe that the Nomads stole when they broke in, they gave Clay back all the legal shit. That's gonna prove Clay is a traitor and a m*rder.

TARA: Wendy came by the hospital; we have to tell him the truth, Jax.

JAX: No, we don't.

NERO: You took Jax Teller?

FIASCO: Why the hell would we do that, ese?

NERO: 'Cause you want g*n.

You ponchos wanted me back?

I'm back.

JAX: I'm tired of being crushed under the weight of greedy men who believe in nothing.

I have to change that.

JAX: There will be days when you're forced to make decisions that affect the lives of everyone you love-- choices that will change you forever.

You reach an age when you realize that being a man isn't about respect or strength, it's about being aware of all the things you touch.

Children face inward, wallow in their own selfish needs.

Men face out, take action on the needs of others.

I'm at that place, boys.

I'm staring one of those decisions in the face.

It looks back at me with historical eyes and it calls me a coward... a k*ller... a fraud.

It wants me to crack and run from the service of my fate like a broken boy.

Today, I will not do that.

Today, I will be the man my father tried to be.

I will make you proud.

(knocking)

BOBBY: Guys are all here.

JAX: Good.

Let's get this day locked down.

It's gonna be a big one.

We get a time yet from Gaalan?

BOBBY: 2:00 at the barn.

There's something we got to handle first.

JAX: What?

BOBBY: I'm bringing Clay to the table.

JAX: What're you talking about?

BOBBY: He's gonna admit what he did with the Nomads.

Then we decide what to do with him.

JAX: What are you doing, Bobby?

BOBBY: My job.

CLAY: I was lying in a hospital bed, thinking about all the shit I lost.

I wasn't ready to let it go.

I reached out to Frankie Diamonds.

He was the one that suggested the home invasions.

We figured we could rattle some of the folks close to the club, make it look like the MC was gonna hurt Charming and that Jax couldn't protect his own.

Frankie pulled in Gogo and Greg.

I promised to split my percentages when I got the gavel back.

BOBBY: And attacking Unser at your house took the focus from you?

CLAY: Yeah.

CHIBS: And Eli's old lady?

CLAY: You know, when they picked up the East Dub crew, I thought that was a good way to put the att*cks on to Pope.

And now with Jax working with him, figured I could use it to help sway the club my way.

I never wanted anybody to get hurt.

TIG: But they did.

You hurt a lot of people.

CLAY: You know, I-I don't expect anyone to believe this, and I ain't saying it wasn't

'cause of my pride and my greed, 

'cause it was, but the main reason I was trying to push out Jax was because I didn't think he was ready to lead.

This cartel shit, the pressure with the Irish, I didn't think he could handle it.

I was wrong.

He's proving to be a better leader than I ever was.

(sighs)

I'll be in the garage.

JAX: We heard his story.

Vote has to be unanimous.

Does anyone else have anything they'd like to say?

All in favor of Clay losing his patch?

Yea.

CHIBS: Yea.

TIG: Yea.

HAPPY: Yea.

PHIL: Yea.

JUICE: Yea.

BOBBY: Yea.

JAX: As far as the mayhem goes... let's hear pros and cons.

CHIBS: He's a traitor.

I ain't buying this humble, "for the good of the club" bullshit.

He's done.

JAX: Anyone else?

All in favor of Clay Morrow meeting Mr. Mayhem.

Yea.

CHIBS: Yeah.

TIG: Yeah.

HAPPY: Yeah.

PHIL: Yea.

JUICE: Yeah.

BOBBY: No.

(gavel bangs)

CHIBS: I'll go get him.

(grunting)

(primal scream)

CHIBS: Jackie!

Jackie!

Jackie, come on!

Jack, come on!

Jax, Jax!

Come on. TIG: - Jackie!

TIG: Off! Come on!

CHIBS: - Easy! TIG: - Come on!

CHIBS: Leave it!

TIG: It's done.

(panting)

♪ 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 d*e ♪

♪ Gotta look this life ♪

♪ In the eye ♪

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

BOBBY: We couldn't prove shit.

We both know that.

And there's no way that you would... could let...

Clay sit at this table.

Me either.

The shit he's done.

He needed to go away, and if I didn't make this deal, you would've k*lled him as soon as we were finished with Gaalan.

And you would've done it behind the club's back.

Do that once, next time just becomes a little easier, and before you know it, this thing that we have is pointless.

I stopped you from becoming the guy that you wanted to k*ll.

JAX: You think this vote protects Clay?

BOBBY: You want him d*ad.

Seems like the only choice today.

But I know you, Jax.

The right thing settles in.

JAX: And how is letting him walk the "right thing"?

BOBBY: I know you see it as betrayal.

I took that risk because I love you.

And this club needs you.

We're broken.

JAX: I've had a hard time feeling any love or brotherhood since Opie d*ed.

BOBBY: You just lost your way a bit, brother.

JAX: No, I found it, finally.

Opie was right.

The gavel corrupts.

You can't sit in this chair without being a savage.

BOBBY: I know.

JAX: You don't know shit.

You counsel from fear.

You want me moving in comfortable, cozy circles, and I can't do that.

You should go.

(lighter clicks)

GEMMA: You-you really should go to the ER, baby.

CLAY: I'll be fine.

GEMMA: Some of these need stitches.

CLAY: Can you, uh... Can you just give me a minute alone?

GEMMA: Yeah.

Sure.

(sobbing)

TARA: Have a good day, okay?

I love you.

Here, take this.

Bye.

LOWEN: This is convenient.

TARA: Yeah.

LOWEN: Do you have something in place for them?

The boys. In case anything were to happen to you.

Or Jax.

Do you have a living trust or will of any kind?

TARA: I don't know.

The marriage thing happened kind of fast.

I know Jax has life insurance.

LOWEN: That's good, but who gets custody?

Gemma? TARA: - No.

(sighs)

I don't know.

LOWEN: I can help you with that.

(door opens)

CHIBS: Jackie boy, sorry to bother you, but August just called, and, uh, Pope wants a meeting.

Charming Heights.

JAX: When?

CHIBS: Now.

(camera beeps)

State your association with Otto Delaney.

TARA: He's a friend of the family.

He's a member of the motorcycle club, Sons of Anarchy.

You have affiliations with any other members?

TARA: My husband is the club president, Jackson Teller.

Is that why you decided to volunteer your medical services?

TARA: Yes.

My husband served time.

I know how difficult it can be.

I wanted to make a difference.

So it wasn't an attempt to visit Otto Delaney on behalf of the club?

TARA: No.

I didn't even know I'd have access to Otto.

I saw his request, did what I came here to do.

You were in the infirmary three days before Pamela Toric was m*rder.

You saw Delaney on all three of those days.

TARA: Yes, I treated him.

First for staph, then I did tests for meningitis.

And you know Otto's blood work showed no signs of either ailment.

LOWEN: My client responded to the patient's symptomatic condition.

Whether they were real or not isn't the issue.

Of course.

Were you aware that bringing anything to a prisoner is in direct violation of the agreement you signed?

(Lowen whispering)

TARA: I didn't study the contract, so, no, I wasn't aware of that specifically.

So you thought it was okay to bring a violent felon something he could use as a w*apon?

LOWEN: Dr. Knowles brought a desperate man something to pray with.

He was in restraints when she put the crucifix around his neck.

Yes, it was naive, but she had no idea what he would do.

That true, Doctor?

TARA: Yes.

I had no idea what he was capable of.

JAX: What's all this?

AUGUST: Pope Partners is evaluating Hale's project.

It's promising.

JAX: Where do you land in the Pope organizational chart, Augie?

AUGUST: Advisor.

Confidant.

JAX: No title?

VP of Special Deeds?

Heir to the blood throne?

AUGUST: Been with Mr. Pope since I was 17, if that tells you anything.

JAX: Tells me you're loyal.

Or patient.

All right.

Okay, great.

POPE: Charming Heights is shaping up to be significant.

It's a smart development.

JAX: Hale's a shitty mayor, but he's a good developer.

POPE: We all can't be all things.

You had a close call last night.

I'm glad you and the cartel came to an agreement on Clay's exit.

JAX: It's not done yet.

I'm gonna need you to push

20 more keys out to Reno.

Offset the cost of the Chinese g*n.

POPE: Shouldn't be a problem.

You're good at this, Jackson.

Sure you want to get out of the drug business?

JAX: Yeah, I'm sure.

POPE: Hmm.

Can I ask your advice on something?

POPE: Course.

JAX: You make big decisions every day, take advice from people you trust.

You ever choose to go against that?

Just do something everyone tells you is a bad idea?

POPE: This about Clay Morrow?

JAX: Club voted to take his patch.

POPE: Mmm.

JAX: I want to take more.

POPE: Shit.

Democracy's overrated.

Revenge is never about the greater good.

It's a visceral need that has to be satisfied or the strong lose focus.

JAX: How do I scratch that visceral itch without tearing my club apart?

POPE: You can do both.

You just have to step away from your need to feel it.

Come at it from a different angle, different source.

Not about the process, it's about the result.

JAX: Payback by proxy?

Something like that.

And now I'm gonna need some results, Jax.

Clay's out; Trager served his purpose.

It's time.

JAX: I got to finish this deal with Lin and the Irish.

I'll deliver him tomorrow.

You just tell me when and where.

POPE: Good.

'Cause if you break this promise, everything else goes away.

Cartel-Lin deal, Charming Heights, and my agreement not to crush your club.

JAX: Tig was Clay's right hand.

I'll never see him as anything else.

(engines roaring)

JAX: Henry Lin, Romeo Parada.

ROMEO: My associate, Luis Torres.

LIN: Pleasure, gentlemen.

Appreciate you making the trip. (snaps fingers)

Russian Kornet with articulating tripod.

Thermal sight, 9M133 m*ssile.

Favorite of every small mobile army.

ROMEO: Damn!

Now that's beautiful.

(Luis laughs) How much?

LIN: 170-- 5K a m*ssile.

LUIS: What about the sn*pers and the 50 cals?

LIN: For 50 cals, I can get refurbished br*wnings.

Snipes, I got Mausers and Keppelers.

I'll get you prices.

ROMEO: br*wnings are good.

And we like Keppelers.

LUIS: So how many, how often?

LIN: My Palestinian friends made it sound like supply wasn't an issue, but, uh, gonna take them a minute to figure out how to get more than one in at a time.

ROMEO: How long of a minute?

LIN: That's a lot of personnel to buy off.

At least two or three months.

JAX: You told us you could get them every two weeks.

LIN: Yeah, once the route's locked down, but that shit takes time; you guys know that.

ROMEO: Ten Kornets.

Hundred m*ssile.

Two dozen br*wnings, two dozen K*-V with quick-release sil*ncer.

LUIS: Once you figured out the Hamas express, we'll want drops every two weeks.

Mayans MC will handle the transport.

250 down payment.

Just let us know the balance.

LIN: Absolutely.

Looking forward to doing business with you.

ROMEO: You should. We're gonna make you rich.

Galindo's getting pushed on two fronts by Lobo Sonora.

We just lost Tubutama; we can't wait three months for them Kornets.

LUIS: We're gonna need another shipment of RPGs from the Irish before we k*ll that tie.

ROMEO: Is that a problem?

JAX: Shouldn't be.

I'll ask Gaalan at the pickup.

ROMEO: Don't ask him.

Tell him.

TARA: Before I get into this, I want you to know that everything's okay.

WENDY: What?

TARA: Abel was in a car accident last week.

WENDY: Oh, my God.

TARA: There were no sustained injuries.

He had a minor procedure to correct his heartbeat, but he's fine.

WENDY: Jesus Christ.

Were you the one driving?

TARA: No.

Gemma.

She was stoned.

She crashed into a tree.

WENDY: Holy shit.

TARA: She's been on a tear.

We both know that.

I'm not letting her near the boys again.

WENDY: Why are you telling me this?

TARA: I thought about the last conversation we had, and, uh... well, I know it won't come easy to Jax, but as a mother, I get it.

WENDY: What does that mean exactly?

TARA: I might have to leave Charming.

WENDY: Why-- another job?

TARA: Yeah, I hope so.

There's an offer on the table from Providence Hospital.

WENDY: Oregon?

Jax okay with that?

TARA: We're still figuring it out.

But I've been dealing with the paperwork around all of that, and I...

I just realized, that if anything ever happens to me or, uh, to Jax, there's nobody I trust to take care of my boys.

I have no family.

WENDY: You do need that peace of mind.

TARA: Yeah, I do.

Abel's in day care.

You can spend some time with him if you want.

He's a lot of fun.

WENDY: I would really like that.

TARA: Well, I talked to Doreen, and you're on the list, so...

WENDY: What do I say to him?

TARA: Just tell him you're a friend of mine.

That's the best I can do for now.

WENDY: Okay.

Thank you. TARA: - Mm-hmm.

(Wendy laughs)

WENDY: Okay.

(brakes screech)

(truck door slams)

GAALAN: Where's Clay?

BOBBY: He turned in his patch.

It's been coming for a while.

GAALAN: He's out of the club?

JAX: Look, Gaalan.

I know you blame me for Kellan's d*ath.

And you're right, events in Belfast spun out of control.

I just want to say, I liked the priest.

He loved my dad.

He sacrificed himself for my son-- I know that.

But after our little dust-up, you bl*wing the shit out of our bikes.

I was hoping I might ease some of this tension.

You hate the Mexicans.

So do we.

Romeo wants this shipment, one more.

We give him that and we're done.

The MC and the IRA can go back to business as usual.

GAALAN: Aye.

JAX: What is this?

ROMEO: Talked to Damon Pope.

Heard all about Clay.

Thought we should come by and make sure the deal was moving forward.

JAX: I told you I would handle it.

LUIS: We know how stubborn the Irish can be.

GALAAN: And we all know how ignorant you bean n*gg*r*s can be.

ROMEO: Put the g*n in the truck.

GAALAN: Don't touch the bloody g*n.

JAX: We all want the same thing here!

(Spanish)

ROMEO: Okay, do it.

JAX: Shit!

Go!

Shit! Bobby!

Go, go!

(Spanish) Give it to me.

Let me have it.

Let's go!

(Spanish) Done, boss.

(Spanish) Go.

ROMEO: Put the g*n in the truck.

(Spanish) Everything's fine.

This buy is on the MC.

For k*lling my guys, and the inconvenience of our wait.

We'll call it even.

LUIS: Get your pasty white asses out of here.

GAALAN: This is on you, boy.

Sons is gonna feel this on both continents.

JAX: Lock down TM.

Alert families.

Get Tacoma down here.

Gaalan is gonna try to hurt us.

I need you find Gemma, you have her call me.

(phone ringing)

JUICE: Yeah.

JAX: You with Clay?

JUICE: Yeah, helping him collect his shit.

JAX: Good.

Listen closely.

FIASCO: Triple Two started running dog fights, warehouse on Palm.

NERO: That true?

ARCADIO: Yeah, this is Dante pushing us out.

Starting collecting, too.

NERO: Shit.

ARCADIO: Moved into Front Street, Quadro's Liquors, beauty supply, Lana's place, all started paying protection.

FIASCO: You wanted it back, ese, you got it.

But if we don't stop that bleeding now, ain't gonna be nothing left.

NERO: How long we got?

ARCADIO: They're moving fast.

Maybe a few days.

Got no choice, primo.

GEMMA: Hey, darling.

LYLA: Hey.

GEMMA: How's the ass?

LYLA: (laughs) How's it look?

GEMMA: Like a snack.

(Lyla laughs)

Where is he?

LYLA: Kitchen, but he's with a few of his crew.

He didn't want to be disturbed.

GEMMA: Well, you know me.

I'm subtle.

LYLA: Yeah.

NERO: I want to talk to the MC, maybe come up with a plan.

We'll move on this tomorrow. ARCADIO: - All right, man.

We'll be ready.

(Nero speaks indistinctly)

GEMMA: Problems?

NERO: No.

What are you doing here?

GEMMA: Need a favor.

Wondering if, uh, your doctor client could take a look at Clay.

NERO: What'd you do to him?

GEMMA: Not me.

It's Jax.

Clay got drummed out of the club this morning.

Jax gave him a going-away b*at-down.

NERO: Jesus.

You know that was coming down?

That's what you couldn't talk to me about?

GEMMA: Some of it.

What?

NERO: Clay's getting pushed out, your brown distraction here-- they're pulling me back in.

That little vato, uh, that's my cousin.

We started the crew together 25 years ago.

(chuckles): Shit.

Now the Byz-Lats are under siege, mama.

GEMMA: Your ghosts?

NERO: Yeah.

Ghosts.

I'll see if I can get my doc.

GEMMA: Okay.

Thanks.

NERO: What you said last night-- you meant that?

GEMMA: Yeah.

That okay with you?

LYLA: Hey. Sorry.

Tig just called.

Wants us all at the clubhouse.

Something went down with the Irish.

(Gemma sighs)

GEMMA: Damn it.

(Spanish)

I better leave all this shit.

JUICE: That's all of it, brother.

Pulled everything with a reaper.

CLAY: Thanks.

(sighs)

Let Happy know I'm, uh, I'm gonna take out the ink tonight.

We'll do it at TM, so there's no doubt it's been done.

JUICE: Yeah, okay.

CLAY: There's some vintage club shit in there.

You're welcome to it.

JUICE: Thank you.

CLAY: You always liked it.

JUICE: Yeah. It's beautiful.

CLAY: Piney gave it to me for my five-year. Always thought I'd give it to Ope.

JUICE: No, Clay, I can't.

CLAY: Come on. I got to get rid of it. It's my way of saying thanks.

(knocking)

TIG: Hey. Shit went south with Gaalan. We're in lockdown.

CLAY: Ah, Christ. Go ahead, Juice.

TIG: You, too.

CLAY: No, no. Jax don't want me anywhere...

TIG: I don't give a shit about that. You ain't safe here alone. Let's go. Come on.

JUICE: Yeah.

WENDY: Can you find it? Oh, let me see. Let me see. Got them!

JAX: Abel!

ABEL: Daddy! What are you doing with him?

WENDY: Just saying hi, as friends.

Tara knows.

JAX: I'm gonna take him back to day care.

You meet me outside.

WENDY: - Jax, I know you... JAX: - We'll do this outside.

(Wendy sighs)

JAX: We should get Tara and the boys back to TM.

CHIBS: We will.

You really want to do this now?

JAX: It's the last thing I wanna do, but I have to.

JAX: I won't be long.

CHIBS: I'll be right here.

JAX: Shit!

TARA: Can I help you?

LEE: I'm sorry.

Are you Dr. Knowles?

TARA: Yes.

How did you get in here?

LEE: A guy in a white lab coat said I could wait for you.

Lee Toric.

Pamela-- the nurse that was m*rder-- she was my sister.

TARA: Oh. (sighs)

I'm so sorry.

LEE: My family and I are out here for the funeral.

I knew you were there when it happened.

I just wanted to talk to you.

TARA: Of course.

Please sit down.

What can I do to help?

LEE: The prison investigator hasn't said much of anything.

I was hoping you could fill in the blanks.

TARA: I can try.

LEE: They said she was att*cked by an inmate who had some kind of cross.

TARA: Yes.

He threw her against a wall and knocked her out.

She was unconscious when he... he s*ab her in the throat.

I'm sure she didn't feel anything.

LEE: And he did that with a cross?

TARA: Yes.

She bled to d*ath from punctures wounds.

I wish I could've done more.

LEE: I'm sorry.

I can imagine how awful that was for you as well.

This is very helpful.

Thanks.

Do you know why the inmate att*cked her?

Were they arguing?

TARA: I don't really know.

I just came in as it happened.

LEE: He was your patient?

TARA: Yes.

LEE: This was third time you were treating him, right?

TARA: I think so.

LEE: How well did you know him?

TARA: I didn't really.

LEE: What about your husband?

Did he know him?

TARA: Who are you?

LEE: I already told you.

I'm the guy who just lost his little sister.

TARA: U.S. Marshal?

LEE: Retired.

TARA: Mm-hmm. 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?

Maybe he tells them he m*rder my sister to protect his MC from a pending RICO investigation, and maybe he tells them he got the m*rder w*apon from the wife of the club's president.

TARA: I had no idea what he was gonna do with that crucifix.

LEE: I believe you.

But I also believed my niece and my nephew would grow up with a mother.

You can hold onto that card.

It's obsolete.

I'm still looking for a new job.

TARA: That was his sister, Jax.

He knew everything.

He said Otto gives his statement tomorrow.

I could be charged with conspiracy or even m*rder.

That's why I called Wendy today.

Lowen kept talking about wills and who's gonna take care of the boys if anything happened and... JAX: - And you think that should be Wendy?

TARA: Well, I know I don't want it to be your mother.

(knocking)

CHIBS: Jackie, Gaalan called.

JAX: What is he doing here?

CLAY: Gaalan reached out to to me.

He wants the g*n or the money.

He's gonna k*ll Wendy.

JAX: Does he know she's not my wife?

CLAY: Yeah, she made that clear.

He says next thing he does, he takes Abel, brings him to Belfast.

BOBBY: $475,000.

We pay back the Italians and Nero, we ain't even close.

TIG: No way in hell we're gonna get those g*n back from Romeo.

NERO: Sorry, I couldn't help but hear.

I may have a solution... if you give me a minute.

JAX: Get out.

NERO: Got the doc out here.

Take care of those cuts.

CLAY: Thanks.

NERO: I can get that cash.

JAX: It's almost half a mil.

NERO: And I got it.

Money for the ranch.

JAX: Norco?

No, that's your exit money, man.

NERO: Bro, I could've bought my uncle's farm over a year ago.

Diosa was doing great.

I wasn't ready to step away.

JAX: And you're the one jamming me about speeding up the end game?

NERO: Yeah, well, you know, you seek out the people that you need, right?

I saw you making all the same mistakes.

Maybe I was just yelling at myself.

JAX: And now it's too late.

But you knew that was gonna happen.

NERO: I guess I did.

You can't stay in uniform and not play the game, man.

JAX: Yeah.

NERO: Now I'm gonna be looking for g*n, mano, and friends.

We're gonna be pushing back Dante Ramirez and his Three Two Crew, so you consider the money for the girl a down payment.

JAX: A loan or money for goods and services?

NERO: Another partnership.

GEMMA: That was brutal today.

JAX: I know.

Not the way I wanted it to go.

You sit down, please.

CLAY: Thanks for backing me up.

TIG: I did it for Jax.

I'm gonna check things out.

CLAY: You don't have to feel guilty.

I know Bobby was the only "no" vote.

TIG: I don't feel guilty.

You earned it.

CLAY: Yeah.

I did.

It's all here.

GAALAN: Let her go.

CLAY: You okay?

WENDY (moans): Get me the hell out of here.

CLAY: All right. Tig's out by my car.

I'll be right there.

GAALAN: Sorry it had to come to this.

CLAY: Yeah, me, too.

GAALAN: There'll be repercussions.

No trust.

Could be the end of an era.

CLAY: Jax wants that era to end.

Yeah.

Just a matter of time before he hands off all the g*n business to the Chinese.

But... that don't have to end the Real IRA business stateside.

I'm gonna put together a crew, run 'em independent.

Work out of the MC in Belfast.

I'm sure I could pick up the lion's share of all of SAMCRO's business-- Italians, Oregon, Washington.

They'd rather work with me than Lin anyway.

GAALAN: How's the club react to that?

CLAY: I'm a free agent.

I'll kick 'em back the same thing Lin does-- keep it clean.

GAALAN: I'll run it past the Kings.

CLAY: Uh... I may need to lay low for a minute, brother.

Was hoping to catch a cargo ride back to Belfast, regroup there.

Wait for some of the heat to d*e down in Charming.

I know.

I'm asking a lot.

GAALAN: You're the only American I trust, Clay.

CLAY: Yeah.

I'm a real patriot.

GAALAN: Meet me here tomorrow, half four.

I have a charter leaving out of Mendocino.

Give you a lift.

CLAY: I'm, uh... I'm hoping to bring Gemma.

GAALAN: So long as she doesn't pack like my wife, there'll be room.

CLAY: Thank you, friend.

How's the junkie?

TIG: She's angry as ever.

What were you guys talking about?

CLAY: That offer I made you the other day.

I'm gonna work with the Irish.

TIG: g*n?

CLAY: Yeah, independent.

I'm gonna pick up all the business the club lets go of.

No politics, no beefs.

Just money.

Think about it.

It's my way of starting to make up for all the damage.

WENDY: He was kidnapped, Jax.

The Irishman told me all about it.

Every detail-- how he was taken from your house, how you tracked him down in Belfast... JAX: - He told you that to scare you.

WENDY: Well, it worked.

JAX: Nothing happened to Abel.

I got him home safe.

WENDY: Yeah, and you would think that with a close call like that that it might've motivated you to get the hell out of this.

But instead no, what do you do?

You knock her up, spit out another kid, and throw your entire family against the chaos.

And, you, how could you live like this?

What is wrong with you?

TARA: You don't know what I've been through.

WENDY: Oh, bullshit.

You know I'm right.

JAX: My boys are safe.

And so are you.

WENDY: Oh. And I suppose I should be grateful, right?

Because you could've just left me there, let them cut my heart out or whatever those IRA psychos do.

JAX: Tig will take you home.

WENDY: This doesn't end with me just going home, Jax.

You know, I wanted to do this the right way.

Sane and sober.

But clearly, whatever is going on around here is beyond sanity.

And I've got the proof.

Abel being kidnapped, the shit that happened to me today-- I'm gonna report it.

And then I'm coming after my son.

TARA: What do we do now, Jax?

That was not an idle thr*at from Wendy.

What do we do about Clay?

Gemma?

This marshal?

I-I can't see it anymore, baby.

I'm sorry.

I-I've tried.

JAX: Wendy can't prove shit.

There's no record of Abel ever being in Belfast.

And Clay and Gemma, that's gonna work itself out.

I can promise you that.

And Otto and this marshal-- it ain't gonna add up to shit.

You're not going to jail.

Come here.

I'm gonna give you a beautiful life.

JAX: Thank you.

NERO: Talk tomorrow, yeah?

JAX: Yeah.

Tig take Wendy?

CHIBS: Aye.

JAX: Get him on the phone.

CHIBS: Right.

Time to earn your rent, Chief.

You find out everything you can.

UNSER: U.S. Marshal?

Anything I should know?

JAX: Otto just k*lled his sister.

CHIBS: Tig.

JAX: Hold on.

You ready?

HAPPY: All set up.

BOBBY: Hey, can I talk to you alone for a minute?

JAX: No.

BOBBY: We need to talk this shit out.

JAX: I'm sure the right thing will settle in.

But today, if I get you alone, VP, I'm gonna tear your g*dd*mn head off.

Yeah.

GEMMA: Hi.

(sighs softly)

CLAY: You never asked me why I lost the patch.

GEMMA: I guess I didn't want to know.

CLAY: Originals.

(sighs)

GEMMA: Why?

CLAY: I thought I wanted the club back.

You know, money, weight.

I was wrong.

The only thing I lost that matters is you, Gem.

You're the only thing I want back.

GEMMA: I don't know what to say to that.

CLAY: Listen... Jax is gonna k*ll me if I stay in Charming right now, so I made a deal with Gaalan to pick up some of the g*n slack left by the club.

He's gonna give me safe haven in Belfast until I think it makes sense to come back.

Come with me.

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

CLAY: You hire somebody to help Chucky.

It's two months.

Besides, as tense as things are with Tara, probably do you some good to step away.

GEMMA: When are you going?

CLAY: Tomorrow afternoon.

Gaalan's got a charter jet outside of Mendocino.

There's room for you.

GEMMA: I'll think about it.

CLAY: Really?

GEMMA: Yeah.

They say change is good, right?

(knocking)

(Clay sighs)

CLAY: You better go.

I'll sleep at my place tonight.

The ink will ruin your sheets.

GEMMA: Okay.

I'll check on you later.

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(needle buzzing)

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NERO: Yeah?

LYLA: You got a visitor.

NERO: Thank you.

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JAX: Which one is it?

TIG: Top floor.

JAX: You pick it up?

TIG: Yeah.

I h*t Kentfield.

It's ready to sh**t.

JAX: Thanks, bro.

TIG: Jax, why you doing this?

JAX: Keeping life beautiful.

(knocks)

WENDY: Who is it?

JAX: Jax.

WENDY: What are you doing here?

JAX: Look, I'm sorry.

Everything you said tonight, it's been ringing in my head.

Can we talk?

Please?

Where is your partner?

WENDY: She's in Frisco with her mom.

Hey!

(grunts)

(choking)

JAX: Tomorrow, I call the rehab you work at.

I tell them you showed up at my kid's day care, out of your mind, babbling about him being kidnapped by the IRA.

That you were held hostage.

And I tell them you were high as shit and I'm afraid you're a danger to my child.

Then I demand a drug test.

WENDY: No! No, no, no!

Jax, please, no! No!

(sobbing)

(coughs)

(panting)

JAX: You don't ever thr*at my family again.
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