Previously on Sons of Anarchy...

DAMON: I need a d*ad Son for the Nine and the cop you k*lled. That maintains my relationships. Trager stays inside for the rest of his life.

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

JACOB: - What do you want from me?

JAX: I know how important Charming Heights is to you. We're going to make your dream come true. I can also get you a new investor-- one of the biggest developers in Oakland. Did you see Otto?

TARA: - I think I got through to him. 

Shh.

(crying)

JUICE: My father, he's black. Eli found out. He tried to get me to work with the feds.

CLAY: - Why?

JUICE: - It's a RICO case. Otto flipped, Eli thr*at me. He said that if I gave him some evidence, that he would spare the club.

CLAY: - What did you do?

JUICE: - I stole that brick of coke. Miles caught me doing it. Ah!

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

GEMMA: You want me to spy on him?

JAX: I want you to be with him. Make him feel like a king.

ROOSEVELT: I want Frankie Diamonds and anyone else responsible for k*lling my wife, and I give you the rat at your table.

Jesus Christ! This is not what I wanted!

JAX: Who's the rat?

ROOSEVELT: I am not gonna be responsible for another d*ad body.

JAX: Chibs, Tig, Happy-- they'd cut their own hearts out before they'd talk to the cops.

Only leaves one guy-- guy who tried to hang himself a few months back.

ROOSEVELT: He didn't have a choice.

JAX: We always have a choice.

(engine revving)

(quietly): Shit.

JUICE: Really? You're sitting on my house?

CANE: Taking you in for questioning.

JUICE: - For what? CANE: - The att*ck at Unser's.

JUICE: - Now? CANE: - Which way we gonna do this?

JUICE: This is bullshit.

(car doors shut, engine starts)

GEMMA: Where are the prospects going?

CHIBS: Early morning pickup.

What are you doing here?

GEMMA: Ah, I ain't sleeping much.

Figure I'd catch up on work here.

CHIBS: Good.

You keep me company, 'cause I am sick of this pain in the ass exhaust.

GEMMA: How's the head?

CHIBS: Still hard.

How you feeling?

GEMMA: Tired and hated.

CHIBS: I heard you been banned.

Tara will come round.

GEMMA: We're working on that.

CHIBS: What about... you and Nero?

Something happen there?

GEMMA: Who wants to know?

CHIBS: Just me, love.

GEMMA: Probably not.

CHIBS: Clay?

You done with him?

GEMMA: What do you think?

CHIBS: I think he still loves you.

GEMMA: How do you know that?

CHIBS: Same way you do.

(motorcycle approaching)

Bobby!

What are you doing here?

I got the lock up.

BOBBY: Yeah, I know.

I just talked to Jax.

He wants me to bring you up to speed on a few things.

CHIBS: Okay.

BOBBY: She okay?

CHIBS: I think our mother is a little bit lost.

BOBBY: Yeah... I'm sure she is.

(Gemma cries quietly)

♪

♪

(banging strident notes)

(Thomas crying, wailing)

TARA: Shh... (Thomas quiets)

Shh...

It's okay.

(knocking on door)

ROOSEVELT: Yeah.

Hey.

All right, thanks, man. CANE: - Okay.

JUICE: Are you kidding me with this shit?

ROOSEVELT: All right, shut up and listen.

Jax knows that it was you who gave up the club, okay?

You got to get out of Charming now.

JUICE: You ratted me out?

ROOSEVELT: No... I needed Frankie.

Okay?

Told Jax that I would give him some intel on the rat.

JUICE: - But Frankie's d*ad. ROOSEVELT: - I know.

I didn't tell Jax.

He already knew that it was you.

I'm sorry.

Anything I can do?

Juice...?

JUICE: No.

No, I got it.

BOBBY: I filled him in on Juice and RICO.

JAX: I had no choice, brother.

The secret protected the MC.

I'm sorry.

CHIBS: I get it.

Well, shit... it's all falling apart, ain't it, Jackie?

Turning to shit.

JAX: Not for long.

I see an end.

CHIBS: I know something I got to tell you.

I knew about the leverage Roosevelt had on Juice.

And I didn't want to say anything...

'cause I didn't think he would give us up.

JAX: What is it?

CHIBS: His old man's black.

BOBBY: You got to be kidding me.

CHIBS: No.

There's no paperwork.

Idiot didn't know any better.

JAX: Maybe it's time we change a few bylaws.

CHIBS: Amen.

So... what do we do?

We just take him to the club?

JAX: Not yet.

All the shit we're trying to change.

We already had three members turn on the club.

Word gets out about a rat, it is gonna spook our new alliances and blow back on everything we're trying to do.

BOBBY: He's not really a thr*at.

We watch him.

Wait till it settles.

CHIBS: Yeah.

And then what?

JAX: Then we bring it to the table.

Let him hang himself.

♪ 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: Hey.

TARA: Morning.

JAX: Morning. You heading in?

TARA: If I can see Otto today, I think I'll change his mind.

JAX: Be careful.

TARA: So... I'm gonna drop Thomas off... and Elyda will be here in about 20 minutes.

JAX: Where's Abel?

TARA: Oh... He's playing with Juice.

He's waiting for you.

JUICE: - Hey. JAX: - Morning.

Want some coffee?

JUICE: I'm good.

JAX: So what's going on?

JUICE: I know you know.

Eli told me... hoping that I'd split.

I got no place to go, Jax.

No friends... no family.

Things would turn to shit, no matter where I went.

(spoon clacks against mug)

JAX: I know about the leverage.

Chibs.

JUICE: Oh.

He knows?

JAX: Him and Bobby.

Why don't you tell me?

JUICE: Feds had us on RICO.

They wanted the cartel and the Irish more than us.

They said if I gave them intel on the g*n and the coke, they would only take the Sons who were at the buy.

Leave the rest of the MC intact.

I was just trying to protect the club.

JAX: Miles didn't steal the coke, did he?

He caught you stealing it.

JUICE: That was an accident.

JAX: Shut up!

(Jax sighs)

Do you want to earn your way back in?

A pardon.

JUICE: What does that mean?

JAX: It means you do everything I tell you to do.

And I make sure your betrayal never hits the table.

It stays between us.

JUICE: Yes, of course.

The club is all I got, you know that.

Just tell me what you need me to do.

JAX: Clay.

He was the one behind the Nomads.

Setting shit on f*re to sabotage my leadership.

Rita's m*rder.

k*lling the Nomads.

The att*cks on me and Unser.

That all happened because of your pal Clay.

JUICE: - Oh, shit. JAX: - What?

JUICE: Frankie tried to tell me that.

JAX: Tell you what?

JUICE: He said that Clay was behind the break-ins.

That the Nomads stole the safe from his house, but gave Clay back all the legal shit.

JAX: You're gonna find those documents, Juice.

'Cause that's gonna prove that Frankie's story is true.

That Clay is a traitor and a m*rder.

I know you're close to him, bro, but he's poison.

And you don't know the half of it.

JUICE: Jesus Christ, Jax.

He knows about me and RICO.

Put it together, same way you did.

JAX: When?

JUICE: Couple of days ago.

JAX: It's a simple choice, Juice.

You help me bring Clay down, or you lose your patch.

And I think you know what k*lling another member gets you.

JUICE: Okay.

I'm in.

(gate buzzes)

(engine revs)

V-LIN: That's gotta be him.

(engine revs)

KAREN: We started the practice two years ago.

Gladys Hahn and myself.

Both pediatrics. We met at Providence.

TARA: I know Gladys. She's wonderful.

KAREN: Yes, she is. And last month we added Lisa Woo.

Neurosurgeon, specializing in children.

TARA: Those are some potent girls you have on your team.

KAREN: Yes, and we're looking to add one more.

A neonatal specialist.

We'd like to make you an offer.

TARA: Um... You do know I'm-I'm still in therapy?

I haven't operated in months.

KAREN: I also know the prognosis is good.

You're exactly what we want, Tara.

All your focus is on the healing.

Meticulous surgeon.

Using your down time to refine your counseling skills.

Gave up the big city to move back home.

And now gratis work in prison.

I did my homework, and Margaret helped.

MARGARET: I just filled in the blanks.

TARA: I'm... I'm-I'm not sure what to say.

KAREN: Don't say anything.

Take a few days.

Talk to your husband.

I'm here till the end of the week.

TARA: Okay.

Thank you.

I-I would take you out to lunch, but I have a hot date with some inmates.

(laughing)

MARGARET: That's right.

KAREN: It was lovely meeting you in person.

Uh, this is... all about our practice, the town, the schools.

Hopefully, everything you'll need to say yes.

TARA: Fair enough.

Thank you.

JAX: Is Clay here?

GEMMA: No.

Haven't seen him since last night.

I took care of his hands.

(car drives up)

JAX: Find out where he is.

Let me know.

I saw the papers.

Charming Heights vote, going your way.

Congratulations.

JACOB: Yeah, things are, uh, moving forward.

JAX: Relax, Jacob, you're my landlord.

No one thinks you're here to buy g*n.

Which, of course, we don't sell.

Did you bring it?

JACOB: What do you want it for?

JAX: Just making good on our agreement.

The investor in Oakland.

JACOB: Y-Y... That may not be necessary.

It could be a number of people...

JAX: Number you're looking for is one, Mayor.

JACOB: I need a name, for Christ's sake.

JAX: And when it's real, you'll get your name.

Nice.

All right.

There's a couple things I'd like us to be clear on.

When I make this happen, TM gets the contract to do all the mechanical work on Charming Heights maintenance vehicles.

JACOB: And?

JAX: Subsidized housing for Lyla and her kids.

That's Opie's widow.

TIG: Jax.

Prospects called.

JAX: Appreciate it, Mayor.

I'll be in touch.

TIG: They trailed Hightower to a club outside of Oakland.

JAX: - All right, let's go. TIG: - All right.

JAX: Here. Put that in my office.

PHIL: Yes, sir.

BOBBY: What did Hale want?

JAX: Diosa paperwork.

CHIBS: Hey.

You hear from Juice yet?

JAX: No.

PAM: Delaney's been complaining about headaches, stiff neck, nausea.

Could be bullshit, but until we get the blood work back... TARA: - No, that makes sense.

Those are all pre-symptoms of meningitis.

PAM: We're not equipped to do a spinal tap.

TARA: There's an internist on duty at St. Thomas.

I'll check out Otto, and then give him a call.

See what he recommends.

PAM: Great.

All right, well, I'll be in prep if you need me.

TARA: Okay. Thank you.

OTTO: Figured out what you were treating me for.

Gave 'em a few symptoms.

TARA: Because you wanted to see me?

OTTO: You believe in God?

TARA: Um... I think so.

OTTO: Nah.

That's not believing, Doc.

That's... that's covering your ass in case there's a rapture.

Luann was a bit of a Jesus nut.

Think it helped balance the shame she felt taking dick in her ass for a living.

I tried to believe, but... it never stuck.

Something happened to me yesterday.

With you.

I haven't cried that way since I was a kid.

TARA: That's good.

(Otto sighs)

OTTO: I'll make my part of RICO go away.

(Tara sighs)

TARA: Thank you.

OTTO: I'd... I'd like one more thing.

TARA: What's that?

OTTO: Before I went inside, I... I gave Luann this crucifix my mother gave me.

It was this ornate gold and silver piece.

Luann promised she'd give it back to me when I got out.

I-I know they're not gonna let me have it in here, but I...

I just want to wear it for a few minutes... you know, maybe say a prayer or something.

TARA: I'll see if I can get it.

OTTO: It's gotta be today, Doc.

That blood comes back soon, and... they're gonna figure out there ain't nothing wrong with me.

CLAY: Hey, brother.

Sorry it's been so long.

LENNY (whispering): Heard what happened.

Glad you're still standing.

CLAY: Me, too.

I got wind of a RICO case against us.

I think Otto might be involved.

You hear anything?

LENNY: Nothing more than I already told Jax.

Otto talking to the feds.

CLAY: Right.

How about the last few weeks?

You notice any change in Otto's status?

LENNY: No. Still on the row.

Protected.

No visitors.

I can't get to him, if that's what you're asking.

CLAY: Well, the feds haven't made a move, so...

I don't know, maybe it's bullshit, huh?

LENNY: Hope so.

CLAY: Can I do anything for you on the outside?

LENNY: I ain't got no more outside.

CLAY: Yeah.

UNSER: Hey. Got your message.

GEMMA: Where have you been?

I went by the trucking lot, and the Airstream is gone.

UNSER: I was asked to vacate the premises.

Apparently double homicides are bad for business.

GEMMA: So where you living?

UNSER: Here and there.

GEMMA: Christ, Wayne.

Just park it along that fence till you find another lot.

UNSER: Okay.

Thanks.

GEMMA: Sit down.

UNSER: What's bothering you?

GEMMA: Clay's the one behind the Nomad att*cks... and Rita's m*rder.

But Jax can't prove it.

So he wants me to find something, anything that he can take to the table to hang Clay.

UNSER: Shit.

GEMMA: There anything you can think of?

UNSER: Not offhand.

But I'll, uh, burn some gray matter on it.

GEMMA: Thank you.

(phone rings)

Yeah.

JAX: Any movement?

RAT BOY: Just some locals.

But we scoped it out, Jax.

There are bikes in back.

V-LIN: Tricked-out shit.

BOBBY: What's up?

JAX: Come on. Bikes in the back.

BOBBY: - Oh, man. JAX: - Ah, shit.

BOBBY: Those bikes look familiar.

T.O.: Teller.

The hell you doing here, brother?

JAX: About to ask you the same question.

T.O.: This is a Bastard hang, man.

What's up?

So what's going on?

JAX: I'm looking for someone.

Guy called Randall Hightower.

CHIBS: Large black fellow.

TIG: Looks like the word "Obey" should be pasted under his head.

T.O.: Why you looking for him?

JAX: He k*lled Opie when we were in County.

T.O.: Shit.

JAX: I don't like where this is going, T.O.

T.O.: He hired us to protect him. I didn't know it was from you.

BOBBY: Well, we'll be buying out your contract.

T.O.: Ain't that simple. He's my cousin, man. We came up together. Randall, no!

(tires squeal)

T.O.: Yo, we had no idea Randy was involved in Ope's death, man.

JAX: Well, now you know!

CHIBS: Where do we find him?

T.O.: He's blood, man. I can't just turn him over. There's gotta be something we can work out.

JAX: Like what, bro?! How are we gonna make this right?!

TIG: Jax... Well, isn't this just a bunch of bullshit. Let's just find Fat Albert and cave his skull in.

HAPPY: Second that.

BOBBY: For 20 years we have had relationships with these people. The Grim Bastards have always backed us, always. Maybe we need to look for a compromise.

JAX: There was a couple of other guys with your cousin when they took out Opie. Why don't you let us talk to them? We'll get those names, throw him a beating, but we'll let him live.

T.O.: All right. I'll track him down. I'll let you know.

(knocking)

ROOSEVELT: Yeah.

UNSER: - Got a minute? ROOSEVELT: - For what?

UNSER: Last piece of the puzzle.

GEMMA: I, uh, went through Luann's shit in storage. It's gotta be this.

TARA: Yeah, that looks right. Thanks.

GEMMA: You gonna make me ask?

TARA: I gave Otto his care package. He asked for this, too.

GEMMA: They're not gonna let him keep that.

TARA: No, I know.

He just wanted to see it again. Sentimental value, I guess.

GEMMA: You volunteering at Stockton?

TARA: Yeah.

GEMMA: Since when?

TARA: Um, just recently.

I have the time.

Seemed like the right thing to do.

GEMMA: Good for you.

Tell Otto I say hi.

Hope that saves his soul.

TARA: Thanks for coming... bringing this.

GEMMA: Anything you need, Mom.

ROMEO: What's so urgent?

CLAY: I got a little disturbing news the other day I wanted to bounce off my Mexican brethren.

It turns out there was this RICO case, right?

It was about to come crashing down on all of us.

And then all of a sudden, it just went away.

You wouldn't know anything about that, would you?

ROMEO: How the hell would I I know?

LUIS: Who told you this shit?

CLAY: I heard it from my sources.

LUIS: Oh, you got sources now?

CLAY: Oh, yeah. I got sources that are helping me sort through all the facts.

For instance, how you were able to get Jax to do a 180 on the drugs and the g*n.

And why he kept me breathing so that Gaalan can continue to funnel Irish g*n your way.

One might think you were holding something over his head.

Like maybe a RICO case.

And then it h*t me.

In order to pull that off, you'd have to be wearing two really big hats.

What federal agency could be that devious and that manipulative?

ROMEO: Where's this going?

CLAY: I don't know, and that's the problem.

I think Jax is pushing to k*ll the RICO leverage you got.

If that happens, I go away.

And the g*n go away, and you go away.

ROMEO: How's he doing that?

CLAY: He's getting to Delaney, the guy who gave 'em history.

ROMEO: Looks like we both have something to lose.

LUIS: What do you want?

CLAY: I want protection.

When the MC gets out of the picture, you're gonna need me.

I got the Gaalan connection.

Him and me will put together a crew.

We'll keep the g*n floating your way.

Then all you need is a mule for your coke.

ROMEO: MC's got to stay in the picture.

They've been really good for us.

LUIS: But you're right.

If that push comes to that shove, we'd need you more than Jax.

ROMEO: Out with the new, in with the old.

Jax goes away, you get the MC back.

Everything stays in place.

CLAY: No.

No, I ain't gonna make that deal.

ROMEO: Sure, you are.

LUIS: We'll be in touch.

JAX: Hey, thanks for meeting me.

Yeah.

I come bearing gifts.

Charming Heights, a three-phase residential community.

They're looking for backers.

Our mayor is the principle developer.

DAMON: How convenient.

JAX: He's also indebted to to me.

DAMON: Good for you.

JAX: I don't know if it's a good investment or not, but I wanted to run it by you.

He's desperate to keep this thing alive.

DAMON: You can do a lot with a desperate man.

What's your end?

JAX: Maintenance contracts.

Some kind of percentage for the MC.

All up for discussion.

Nothing greedy.

DAMON: Sounds fair.

Thinking beyond the street.

JAX: Just taking your lead, man.

DAMON: Mm-hmm.

There's only one thing standing in the way of our growing partnership.

You know what that is, right?

JAX: Yeah.

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

JAX: I'm not sure yet.

DAMON: I am.

I need an end date.

JAX: I found out who the insider was, trying to hurt us.

DAMON: Oh?

JAX: Clay Morrow.

DAMON: Your father?

JAX: Stepfather.

I'm still putting together the pieces on how to bring him down, but it's gonna be soon.

When that happens, you can have Trager.

You have my word.

DAMON: I'm expecting

"soon" to be soon.

If not, I intervene, and that's bad for everyone.

JAX: Understood.

DAMON: Oh, yeah.

The guy you're looking for, one who k*lled your friend in County, he's at the boatyard, Canal and Hayward.

I'll run this past my board.

Look at you.

(chuckles)

JAX: Here.

T.O.: How'd you know we were here?

JAX: A friend.

You remember what those are, right?

T.O.: I'm trying here, man.

I can't convince Randy you guys ain't gonna k*ll him.

CHIBS: Come on.

Where is he?

T.O.: Listen, I talked to him about Opie.

The order came down from Pope to take you guys out in County.

GN recruited Randy

'cause of his size.

It was the guards who set up that k*ll.

Cuz had no choice, man.

He was in too deep.

TIG: So who were the other guys?

T.O.: He hardly knew them.

JAX: Let us hear that from him.

T.O.: I need your word, man.

JAX: Yeah.

Okay.

T.O.: No, cuz, they just want to talk!

Hey, let him go, let him go.

They just want to talk, cuz.

TIG: Bobby, we got the back.

JAX: - Hey! HIGHTOWER: - Back off!

JAX: Put the g*n down.

HIGHTOWER: - You're gonna k*ll me. JAX: - No, man.

We want to talk to you.

Your call, T.O.

T.O.: Randall, listen, they gave me their word, all right?

Just put the g*n down, man.

CHIBS: Who else k*lled our friend?

HIGHTOWER: One guy, his name was Aldo.

Smith, I think.

Other guys, I just knew their first name.

Vox and Mace.

That's all I know.

I swear.

CHIBS: I got this.

T.O.: Jesus Christ!

What is this shit?

(silenced g*n)

Jax, you gave me your word, man!

JAX: And so did you.

You said you were gonna deliver him.

You didn't.

T.O.: Who the hell are you?

BOBBY: Jax.

Jax.

You just shit on two decades of brotherhood.

What you did back there was wrong.

And it hurts all of us.

JAX: You know, you might be right, but you didn't see the pleasure in that animal's face when he caved in Opie's skull!

We did!

TIG: I'll go talk to him.

CHIBS: We did what we had to do, Jackie.

JAX: I know.

Things are gonna get bloody, brother.

I'm not sure if Bobby's gonna be able to roll with that.

I need to know that I have you in my corner.

CHIBS: I've always been there, and I always will.

Come here.

I love you, kid.

Understand?

I'm gonna get cleaned up.

(engine approaching)

(clattering)

JUICE: Hey, man.

CLAY: You don't have to do that.

JUICE: It's cool.

Just came by to see if you needed anything.

The prospects are doing a Costco run.

CLAY: No, I'm fine.

Sit for a second, will you?

(exhales)

You know, I don't think I could've gotten through the past month without you.

No, no, I mean it.

You reminded me what being a brother really is.

JUICE: Thanks, man.

CLAY: I've made a lot of mistakes, Juice.

I've done some really heinous shit.

Most of it, I-I can't even begin to tell you.

JUICE: What're you talking about?

CLAY: You get to this point in your life, and you start to wonder, are you chasing after shit you don't even want anymore?

(sighs)

I'm exhausted, son.

Just watch my back.

Please.

(door bell)

JUICE: I'll get it.

Hey. GEMMA: - Hey.

I, uh, I got two more in the car.

JUICE: Sure.

GEMMA: Brought you some basics.

Change up your diet of bourbon and cornflakes.

CLAY: Appreciate that.

JUICE: See you later.

GEMMA: Thanks, sweetheart.

CLAY: You okay?

JUICE: Yeah.

(exhales)

(door closes)

CLAY: Thank you.

GEMMA: No.

(sniffles) Not here.

Let's go home.

Thank you.

OTTO: Put it around my neck.

Please, just for a few minutes.

Next to my heart.

Thank you. TARA: - You're welcome.

OTTO: Can I get a minute alone?

It's been a very long time since I've prayed.

TARA: - Uh, sure. OTTO: - Thank you.

TARA: I'll just... bring these to the lab.

I'll be back in a few minutes. OTTO: - Okay.

(door beeps, buzzes)

(call button buzzes)

(sighs)

PAM: What do you want, Delaney?

OTTO: Get me the hell out of here.

PAM: Where's Dr. Knowles?

OTTO: I'm fine.

PAM: Where's his chart?

It's not here.

OTTO: Let's go! Come on!

PAM: Bring him back to the guard.

You don't look sick to me, Delaney.

TARA: What are you doing?

PAM: Are you done with him?

TARA: No.

Uh, no.

I was just checking these X-rays.

(grunts)

PAM: - Guard! Guard! TARA: - No!

PAM: Guard!

TARA: No.

Please.

Don't.

OTTO: Sons live, Redwood bleeds.

TARA: No.

No.

No!

(screaming) (door buzzes) No!

JAX: How'd it go?

JUICE: Nothing yet.

JAX: Ticking clock, Juice.

You should find it.

Soon.

JUICE: What happens when I do?

To Clay.

JAX: The same thing that happens to you if you don't find it.

(sighs)

UNSER: Jax.

I appreciate the digs.

JAX: Sure.

How's that board in there looking?

Anything new pinned on it?

UNSER: Nothing we both don't already know.

Any, uh, word on Frankie Diamonds?

JAX: My guess is you can pull his pin out.

UNSER: Right.

Three down, one to go.

JAX: Why don't you go grab yourself a beer.

UNSER: All right, thanks.

JAX: You do know I'm gonna expect some labor in exchange for the space.

UNSER: I'll work on my pole dancing.

GEMMA: What's the matter?

Why you still dressed?

CLAY: I know how bad I hurt us, Gem.

I guess, uh... I guess I'm just surprised I'm even back here at all.

You don't have to believe this, Gem, but it's true.

The only good that came out of all the chaos that I created is that it showed me the one thing I cared about, the only thing I cared about is you, baby.

I don't want to do this, be here, unless it's...

...really something you want.

I can't handle losing you twice.

(motorcycle engine stops)

JAX: You here to tell me I should leave town?

ROOSEVELT: Where is he?

JAX: Juice?

The clubhouse, with the guys.

ROOSEVELT: How?

You're suddenly struck with the conscience?

JAX: No more than you, Sheriff.

ROOSEVELT: Don't compare our guilt.

JAX: Hey, brother, once you cross the line, there is no comparing.

There's just that side of the line.

Don't worry about Juice.

I'll take care of him.

ROOSEVELT: Are you gonna take care of Clay, too?

d*ad Frankie... the bull goose sh*t caller?

Unlikely.

I know it was Clay.

JAX: So do I.

Looks like we got another common goal.

ROOSEVELT: I'm not gonna let this one end up d*ad in the back of a Ford, you understand?

JAX: Okay.

I'm open to suggestions.

Hey.

How'd it go today?

TARA: Otto reversed his RICO statement.

JAX: You're kidding.

How?

What happened?

TARA: He k*lled a nurse.

Brutally.

Now the feds will have to throw out his testimony.

JAX: Jesus, babe.

He did that with you there?

TARA: With a crucifix he gave Luann.

He asked me to bring it to him.

I did.

JAX: Oh, shit.

(Tara scoffs)

TARA: He had it all planned, Jax.

He saved the MC, but he... needed to hurt you...

(Jax sighs)

...the way you hurt him-- someone you love.

They're gonna find out I gave him that m*rder w*apon, who I am, why I was there.

(scoffs)

He made me an accessory to m*rder.

JAX: Babe... I'm not gonna let that happen.

Okay?

We're gonna get through this, like we do everything else.

TARA: That's what scares me the most.

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