Previously on Sons of Anarchy: 

Mother Christ. Cammy, what are you doing here?

♪♪♪

MAUREEN: Before anybody sees you. Get that child out of the damp.

KELLAN: I've come for the boy, Mo.

MAUREEN: Why? Where you taking him?

KELLAN: Good Catholic family.

MAUREEN: He's already got a family.

KELLAN: You can't make this about your love for John. This is best for now.

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

GEMMA: What? MAUREEN: Abel's in Belfast.

GEMMA: My son... he knows nothing about John and Belfast.

MAUREEN: Nor does my Triny. GEMMA: Who's Triny?

MAUREEN: Trinity, my daughter.

GEMMA: What does she have to do with John?

MAUREEN: You don't know, do you?

KOZIK: I was hoping to jump to a smaller charter.

BOBBY: You're thinking about coming back to Charming?

KOZIK: Yeah. BOBBY: That in's on Tig, brother.

CLAY: Kozik... yea.

TIG: Nay.

CLAY: Jesus Christ, really?

TIG: I don't trust him, man.

TARA: Walked in on him and that p*rn slut this morning.

It worked. We're done.

GEMMA: He wouldn't be doing this if he knew you were pregnant.

TARA: What happens with this baby is my decision.

I'm serious, Gemma. No one can know.

JAX: Tell me you have my son.

JIMMY: I'm sorry. I don't, Jackson.

JAX: Every word you've spit about my kid has been wrong.

JIMMY: Well, maybe you'll believe a brother.

LIAM: Jax, Liam O'Neill.

Saw the Real-provost scoop up Cammy outside the depot.

Had no baby with him. That's for real.

CLAY: If O'Neill lied to you, means Belfast could be in bed with Jimmy.

Forestry equipment.

How do you get it overseas?

OSWALD: I run cargo jets out of Stockton. Why?

You want passage to Belfast?

GEMMA: You calling Jax? TARA: No. You are.

JAX: Mom, what the hell are you doing? GEMMA: I'm coming with you.

JAX: You made a deal with the Feds! GEMMA: I don't give a shit.

Those cuffs will be waiting for me when I get back.

TIG: They're looking for the truck.

You guys take the Cutlass and go to the plane.

JAX: No. We need you with us, bro.

TIG: You need your mum more.

(sirens wailing)

McGEE: SAMCRO's on their way. JIMMY: Good.

We'll be ready for them.

They won't be here long.

McGEE: Too long, brother. CLAY: Good to see you, Keith.

McGEE: Travel well? CLAY: Ah, we're all in one piece.

McGEE: All right. Great, great.

CHIBS: Good to see you!

Look at you. You little bastard. Come here!

It's grand to see you, son.

PADRAIC: Welcome. I'm really glad you're here, mate.

CHIBS: The last time I seen this wee shit... PADRAIC: Oh, Jesus.

CHIBS: he was in nappies.

PADRAIC: I was 15 at the time.

(laughter)

CHIBS: How's my girls?

PADRAIC: Priest stashed Fi and Kerrianne at St. Matt's Rectory.

They're safe.

O'NEILL: Meet's being arranged.

CHIBS: You're good boys. You're good boys. Thank you.

Thank you.

McGEE: Hey, this thing with O'Neill... we okay?

CLAY: Yeah.

McGEE: All right.

Let's get you fellas home, huh?

(engines starting)

(lock clicking)

(door creaking open)

TIG: Where's my lawyer?

UNSER: I don't know.

Maybe she's in Belfast.

That's very funny.

Not as funny as... speeding, reckless endangerment, obstruction of justice...

TIG: Hey, hey, you know, speeding, maybe, but everything else is just hearsay.

UNSER: Bail's been posted.

TIG: Who?

Ah, Doc, thanks.

Sure.

Can we go?

UNSER: Get his stuff.

EGLEE: This way.

UNSER: Hey, I... handed over our information to the FBI.

They're going to be talking to hospital personnel today about Gemma's escape.

TARA: I know.

UNSER: But if there's something maybe you forgot to tell us yesterday, it's understandable.

You could catch me up now, and I'll make sure the Feds know it was our oversight.

TARA: I didn't forget anything.

TIG: You're a doll. Thanks.

UNSER: Uh, somebody else is going to have to pick up that tow truck from the impound.

Your license has been suspended.

TIG: What? Why?

UNSER: You took three arms of law enforcement on a

100-mile-an-hour goose chase.

It'll be two years before you're behind a wheel.

TIG: Are you serious?

How the hell am I supposed to work? How am I going to ride?

Come on, man. You'll be d*ad before I get that license back.

UNSER: Get him out of here. TARA: Come on.

We'll call the garage, have somebody pick you up at impound.

TIG: Bullshit.

GEMMA: What the hell is that?

LUTHER: Police Services, Northern Ireland.

As long as they got I.D., they should be ok.

Oh yeah, they ain't gonna bother running through Interpol.

JAX: What do we do here?

McGEE: Random stop.

Just keep it light. Smile and show them your passport.

LIEUTENANT: Identification.

McGEE: Hey, we're just showing our American brothers the beautiful Irish countryside, Officer.

LIEUTENANT: Identification.

You.

You.

You.

You.

You.

Come on.

GEMMA: This is bad.

JAX: g*dd*mn it.

LIEUTENANT: Down!

Down on the ground! Now!

McGEE: What's the worry here, lads?

LIEUTENANT: Yank brothers fled jurisdiction from California.

We'll be detaining them.

You here, on the ground now! Get down!

Down!

Down!

Down!

Down!

LUTHER: Don't make sense.

They wouldn't be able to get the intel... not that quick.

LIEUTENANT: On your knees.

CHIBS: Dirty Loyalist bastard.

(spits)

(man shouting)

(grunting and groaning)

GEMMA: Oh, shit.

(rapid g*n)

Damnit.

LIEUTENANT: Get them in the van now! Move!

Move!

Move them out! Move it!

Get in there!

In the van now!

Alright, alright.

Move!

GEMMA: Where are they going to take them?

LUTHER: Jesus, after that ruckus, these assholes will probably just sh**t them and dump them.

Blame it on the life.

OFFICER: Move it out.

GEMMA: Step on the gas.

LUTHER: What?

Just step on the gas!

You heard the lady, Luther.

I ain't going to broadside no police.

Run 'em off the road!

LUTHER: Jesus! Mother of God!

You out of your bloody mind, woman?

Holy shite!

(tires screeching)

Take 'em out! Stay!

Geez, it's not worth it! Let's go!

(engine starts)

GEMMA: Come on... Out with him.

Stay down, don't move.

GEMMA: Come on, get 'em out.

PADRAIC: All right, boys.

That was close.

GEMMA: Everybody okay? CLAY: Yeah, good. Lovely.

Here you go, mate.

Yeah.

Get these cuffs off.

Oh, man.

JAX: Shit.

What the hell was that?

PADRAIC: Welcome to Ireland.

♪ 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. ♪

CLAY: Where'd you get the intel on us?

LIEUTENANT: I'm a police officer.

JAX: Yeah, then how come your buddies took off?

What happened to backup?

OPIE: Well, they got scared

'cause shit went south.

JAX: Who paid you off?

CHIBS: Now, Jackie Boy, this is mine.

(grunting)

OPIE: All right, all right, all right, all right.

CLAY: Now... you ever want to chew with those teeth again, you're going to open up.

Aren't you?

JAX: Hap. HAPPY: Yeah.

JAX: k*ll one of his men.

HAPPY: Oh, yes, I will.

LIEUTENANT: Wait, wait. OFFICER: No!

LIEUTENANT: We were paid... OFFICER: No.

LIEUTENANT: We were paid to detain you, send you back to the States.

By Jimmy O'Phelan?

I don't know who.

JAX: Hap.

LIEUTENANT: I swear on my mother's eyes we didn't get a name, only money and the task.

CHIBS: It's that bastard O'Phelan.

JAX: Yeah.

I guess he knows we're here.

BOBBY: Well, we got to do something about all this 'cause I don't think we're going to get them through duty-free.

CLAY: Pull their I.D.'s.

(grunting)

Come on, get out.

Stay down.

Now we know your name.

Charles.

And now my boys know where you live.

JAX: I'd hate for anything to happen to that pretty family

'cause their da was on the take.

CLAY: We can ruin your career and we can definitely ruin your life.

Understand?

LIEUTENANT: Aye.

CLAY: Let's go.

KOZIK: Picking you up wasn't my idea. Talk to Piney.

Shit.

Two years. No riding, no vote.

Don't worry, I'll let you ride bitch with me.

TIG: That's gonna be tough, you being up in Tacoma.

I ain't ever, ever letting you patch Sam Crow.

KOZIK: It's been eight years, douche bag.

TIG: Yeah, and not a day goes by I don't think about her.

Not one.

JACOB: You were supposed to transport Gemma to County.

UNSER: Thinking I helped her, you're wrong.

JACOB: Well, someone's been helping 'em.

They got tipped off about the raid.

Their bail hearing was pushed.

I thought we were on the same page here.

UNSER: We are.

I'm not helping Sam Crow.

JACOB: Got to be more than that. You gotta be willing to hurt 'em, Wayne.

You're a police chief, they're felons.

UNSER: I'm very aware of our current standings.

SALAZAR: Cabrón! UNSER: What the hell is that?

SALAZAR: I ain't the one you should be dragging to jail.

Sons k*lled Pozo, huh?!

Why ain't you doing nothing about that, huh?

EGLEE: Hector Salazar, Calaveras MC.

SALAZAR: Why ain't you doing nothing about the Sons?!

Come on, I just want to see my boy!

I want to bury my boy.

EGLEE: Roughed up an admin at St. Thomas.

Pissed off they wouldn't release his d*ad buddy Pozo Fuentes...

The guy who sh*t the kid.

D.A. needs to confirm cause of death.

UNSER: Anybody hurt?

EGLEE: No.

JACOB: Sounds like Hector's got a strong opinion about how his friend died.

UNSER: Good for Hector.

He's a county problem.

(motorcycle engines rumbling)

Well, welcome.

CLAY: Maureen.

MAUREEN: Jax. JAX: Hey.

MAUREEN: Welcome. JAX: Thank you.

MAUREEN: Gemma.

Oh, this is Trinity... my daughter.

GEMMA: Gemma.

CLAY: Clay.

Nice to meet you.

JAX: Hi, I'm Jax.

Think we spoke on the phone.

MAUREEN: You go and watch the register now.

TRINITY: Glad you're here.

We'll see you later.

MAUREEN: Didn't expect you to make the journey.

GEMMA: Neither did the Feds.

Where's my grandson?

MAUREEN: Come on upstairs, we'll have a cup of tea.

GEMMA: I don't want any g*dd*mn tea.

MAUREEN: This is my home, Gemma.

Wee bit of respect would go a long way.

GEMMA: You got coffee?

MAUREEN: Aye.

Cammy brought the baby to me.

He knew he was in deep shit with the club and the Army.

Set a meeting with my brother.

CLAY: Wanted a pass from the priest.

MAUREEN: Aye.

He didn't get one.

After that, Kellan took Abel to keep him safe.

JAX: Then let's go talk to Kellan.

MAUREEN: No, he knows where you are.

He'll find you.

GEMMA: So we just wait?

MAUREEN: Aye.

Your questions will be answered soon enough.

Look, I'm... sorry this has happened to you.

I can't imagine the pain you must be feeling.

LIAM: Nothing we could do.

Pissers folded like girls. Didn't give anything up.

Charming don't trust me, Jimmy. I can smell it on 'em.

And McGee? Shite, I don't know if he's got the heart for this.

JIMMY: I don't need heart!

I need gut and brains!

*** from psych evals gave me some meds and spit me out.

I don't mind jail, I just like it here better.

TARA: Yeah, me, too.

Where's my five-eighth socket?

I got it.

Hey, those aren't your g*dd*mn tools.

KOZIK: Blow me. TIG: What?

KOZIK: I said blow me.

TIG: I need that socket.

KOZIK: I don't have your g*dd*mn socket.

TARA: What is up with those two?

CHUCKY: Not sure, but judging by their level of malevolence, it's got to be at least one vagina involved.

TARA: Thanks for the insight.

I'll go check the clubhouse for the receivables.

TIG: Piece of shit.

LYLA: Hey.

TARA: Hi.

LYLA: I just want to say I'm sorry about what happened yesterday with Ima.

TARA: It's not your fault.

I, um, saw you h*t her.

Thank you for that.

LYLA: My pleasure.

Um, can I ask a favor?

TARA: Okay.

LYLA: I need a good clinic for an abortion.

Some place you can get in quick, pay cash.

TARA: How far along are you?

LYLA: Not far. About eight weeks.

TARA: I can't think of any offhand.

What about Kettleman?

LYLA: They only take HMOs.

I don't want this on the books.

Word gets out, could hurt potential gigs.

TARA: I'll ask around.

LYLA: Cool. Thanks.

TARA: Does, um, Opie know?

LYLA: No.

Timing's just not right.

I've been here before, Doc.

DARBY: The tip about the scripts was good.

I know what I saw.

JACOB: I believe you.

DARBY: What's this?

JACOB: I know your refinishing business is struggling.

Consider it a small business loan.

DARBY: I get a feeling this conversation's about to take a hard right turn.

JACOB: You grew up in Charming, Ernie.

Your home and your shop are both here, but until recently, your primary business had to be conducted beyond our borders.

DARBY: Not anymore!

JACOB: I know that.

And I can help you show this town you've turned over a new leaf.

DARBY: So just how dirty do I have get to be as clean as you, Mr. Hale?

JACOB: You help my business, I help yours.

200 block, Liberty Street.

Four shops.

A commercial interest I'm associated with currently owns three of the properties.

DARBY: What, you need all four to build hotels?

JACOB: Something like that.

DARBY: 200 block, that's pawn shop, Lumpy's Gym...

It's that stubborn old Jew, isn't it? You need him out.

JACOB: It's an extremely time-sensitive issue.

It needs to be handled right away.

That's for expenses.

DARBY: And if I say no?

JACOB: Just leave the envelope.

BOBBY: Had to be Jimmy, bought off the cops.

McGEE: Why would Jimmy want to deport you?

CLAY: I don't know, but he's been lying to us the whole time.

JAX: You guys been having any problems with the Army?

LIAM: Nope. Still running protection for w*apon in and out of Dungloe.

It's our main gig.

Got one tomorrow.

We got to find Jimmy.

RYAN: Should talk to the priest.

McGEE: Kellan won't download his Army intel on outsiders.

Call like that will get you an asskicking from the Caseys.

(vehicles approach)

We got visitors.

CHIBS: God, it's my girls.

Hi.

Hi, how're you doing?

KERRIANNE: Hi.

CHIBS: Jesus, look at ya.

(Fiona sobbing)

I have no idea why Jimmy lied.

I'm not privy to his plans.

He doesn't trust me anymore.

CHIBS: Do you at least know what he's been up to since he got back?

FIONA: Recruiting.

He's at his bar in Newry pretty much day and night.

JAX: What about O'Neill?

He on Jimmy's permanent payroll?

FIONA: Not that I know of.

But like I said, last few months, been in the dark.

Sorry I have nothing that helps.

GEMMA: It's okay.

Thank you.

(door opens)

SEAN: Start wrapping it up, Fi.

Need to get back.

FIONA: Kellan wants us to stay at the rectory. It's like a bloody fortress.

KERRIANNE: Jimmy really gonna try to hurt us, Ma?

CHIBS: Hey, no one's ever gonna hurt my baby. I'll make sure of that.

GEMMA: Can't they stay for a while?

They just got here.

CLAY: Church is nearby, right? We can get 'em back safe.

SEAN: Your lads armed? Tonight then. Aye.

CHIBS: Thanks.

LUMPY: Snap him! Throw, one-two! Now that's it! Hold it, hold it, hold it. What do you want, Darby?

DARBY: God, I haven't been in this place in years. It hasn't changed a bit.

LUMPY: And you thought now is a good time for a visit?

DARBY: Listen, some friends of mine wanted me to encourage you to consider their generous offer to buy this place.

LUMPY: It must be hard to make friends with this kind of hate on your chest.

DARBY: Yeah, I guess it must push a few buttons for you, huh? Um, I don't have any more buttons. You got something you gotta do, you come back after I close and do it.

DARBY: Don't be an idiot, Feldstein. If it isn't me, it's gonna be somebody else.

Take the money, move to the desert, retire with the rest of the old Jews.

LUMPY: I appreciate your concern for my future, but I retire when I die.

(bell dings)

(pop music playing)

(groans)

GEMMA: This jet lag's kicking my ass.

MAUREEN: Brought you some coffee.

(Gemma groans)

Right.

GEMMA: We should talk.

MAUREEN: Aye.

GEMMA: I was holding on to this pathetic hope all the way here.

Maybe you were wrong about Trinity.

But one look...

MAUREEN: She's got his eyes and his smile.

GEMMA: Did he know?

MAUREEN: Yes.

GEMMA: Jesus Christ.

MAUREEN: I was 18!

I didn't know what I was doing. Neither did he.

Look, I've no delusions about you and I being friends.

I just think a lot of hate right now is no good to anybody.

The shit between us, it needs to stay buried.

GEMMA: Seems no matter how deep I bury that shit... someone always digs it up.

MAUREEN: The truth about John will only distract Jax.

That's not a good idea.

Not now.

GEMMA: Thanks for the coffee.

(knocking on door)

TRINITY: Hi.

My ma doesn't trust this place to lay out clean sheets.

JAX: Good to know. Thanks.

TRINITY: Gonna be a rough one, isn't it?

JAX: I don't know.

TRINITY: I'm sorry about your son.

Wasn't here when my uncle showed up.

Ma didn't want to tell me.

JAX: Can you blame her?

How old are you?

TRINITY: 22.

JAX: You look younger.

TRINITY: That a problem?

JUICE: Chibs is gonna take Fi and Kerrianne back to St. Matt's.

JAX: Fine. Tell 'em to wait for me. I'm going with them.

TRINITY: I better come with you.

Don't want you lads getting lost in the big city.

(phone rings)

CHUCKY: TM.

Tig!

What?!

CHUCKY: Lumpy Feldstein on three.

TIG: Lump.

JACOB: What happened?

DARBY: Nothing.

Find another bitch.

LUMPY: Whoever wants me out, they turn up the heat.

They sent Darby to rough me up.

TIG: But he didn't, right? LUMPY: No, not yet.

But like he said, if it's not him, it'd be someone else.

TIG: Lump, don't you worry about a thing. We'll keep you safe.

LUMPY: Ah, I'm not looking for a babysitter.

I just want someone to know what's going on in case something happens here.

KOZIK: Nothing's gonna happen, all right? We're on it.

LUMPY: Okay.

All right, thanks, boys.

All right, all right.

Come on.

KOZIK: Hey...

That right cross is looking a little weak.

I can help you get it back.

TIG: Oh, you mean the right cross that did that to your eye.

KOZIK: No, this sh*t was from a lucky knee, dude.

TIG: Yeah, okay.

KOZIK: Yeah, I don't blame you.

I'd be afraid to get in the ring with me, too.

TIG: I am so gonna b*at your dumb blond ass.

Take off your rings.

JAX: How long you gonna stay with the priest?

FIONA: Not sure.

CHIBS: Listen, there's plenty of room on Oswald's plane, so you're coming back with us.

KERIANNE: I don't want to leave Ireland.

CHIBS: Sweetheart, it's not for long. It's just till all this blows over.

KERIANNE: And when's that?

(tires screech)

What's he doing?

(horn honks twice)

OPIE: Get down! Get down!

Go, go, go!

(tires squeal)

(door opens, shuts)

JAX: Girls okay?

CHIBS: Yeah, Casey picked 'em up at the back of the rectory.

CLAY: Any idea who the sh**t was?

OPIE: Had to have been Jimmy.

McGEE: No, it wasn't. It was the UVF.

The Ulster Volunteers are radical Loyalists.

They know that Fiona's with Jimmy, so they've probably been stalking her since she showed up here.

LIAM: Them and the P&P's bloody overwhelmed.

All the recruiting Jimmy's been doing down south.

So they're gonna down women and children?

They wanted to k*ll you, you'd be d*ad.

Trust me on that, brother.

McGEE: He's right.

The UVF was using Fiona to send a message to Jimmy to cease and desist.

CLAY: Jesus Christ.

CHIBS: We ain't in Charming anymore, boys.

TARA: Do you have a minute?

MARGARET: I gave the FBI my statement. Don't worry. I didn't change my mind.

TARA: Oh, thank you.

This is about something else.

A friend of mine needs a procedure, probably an MVA, but it has to be discreet.

She doesn't want to report it to her HMO.

It's a job thing.

MARGARET: There's a family center in Merced County that will do abortions anonymously.

TARA: Can she get an appointment quickly?

MARGARET: I'll make a call.

TARA: Thank you.

MARGARET: I guess your friend is gonna need some down time afterwards?

I'll make sure it's covered.

TARA: Wait. You think this is about me?

MARGARET: It's none of my business, but if it was, I'd tell you that you were doing the right thing.

TARA: Why, because you think the father's a criminal?

MARGARET: Because I think the mother's uncertain about her future...

And she knows that it would be an unstable environment for a baby.

(door closes)

(footsteps departing)

(Spanish rap blaring)

(music stops)

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

JACOB: We got a lot in common, Hector.

We both lost someone 'cause of the Sons of Anarchy.

We both want that debt settled.

SALAZAR: What do you want from me?

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

(rock music blaring)

LIAM: Yeah! Who's next, huh?

(laughs)

JAX: Me!

LIAM: Prince Charming.

JAX: Aye.

LIAM: Let's go.

BOBBY: You're gonna knock him out.

You worried about that?

You want him messing up that pretty face?

TRINITY: Wrap you up?

JAX: Thank you.

TRINITY: Least I can do.

JAX: That's true.

I almost took a b*llet for you today.

TRINITY: Aye, you're my hero.

GEMMA: Hey, you want take me to your luxury suite?

CLAY: You want to watch your boy defend your club's honor?

GEMMA: Nah.

I want to watch my man's big dick.

CLAY: What about your ticker?

GEMMA: Oh, I'm medicated.

(Clay groans)

Make him bleed.

Where's your mom?

TRINITY: She ain't much for parties.

(crowd clamoring)

(crowd clamoring)

LIAM: Let's go, man.

JAX: Come on. You ready?

♪♪♪

Come on.

JUICE: h*t him! h*t him!

Come on!

(Tig inhales, exhales)

I'll take that.

MILES: You gonna be all right to drive?

Or not drive?

TIG: Shut up. Come here.

Okay, Shepard, you got the first watch with Lumpy.

SHEPARD: How long? TIG: All night.

He sleeps back there in that room.

SHEPARD: Right. Uh... KOZIK: Hey, you got a g*n?

SHEPARD: No. Should I?

TIG: You sh**t it, you own it.

Think I'm gonna have to sh**t it?

MILES: I could stay, too.

KOZIK: Did we tell you to stay?

MILES: I'm not staying.

You'll be fine, dude.

SHEPARD: Yeah, no shit. Get out of here.

Here Jax.

JAX: Thank you.

(all laughing)

(men shouting happily)

JAX: I'm gonna h*t the shower.

OPIE: Mom and Dad are rockin' the casbah.

They got the facilities tied up.

TRINITY: You can use our bath... at least the water will be almost-warm.

JAX: All right; sounds good.

OPIE: Sounds good, doesn't it?

CHIBS: Don't forget to scrub his back, darlin'!

JAX: Your uncle?

TRINITY: Aye.

JAX: Jax Teller.

Jackson.

KELLAN: Father Kellan.

Well... better clean yourself up.

Sean here'll see your make it to St. Matt's in one piece this time.

We can talk there.

JAX: Okay.

I'll see you later.

KELLAN: You need to put your ma to bed.

TRINITY: Love you, Ma.

(glass shattering)

LUMPY: What the hell?

Son of a bitch!

What are you doing?!

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

(door opens, shuts)

(Shepard panting)

SHEPARD: Oh, shit!

(Shepard panting)

LYLA: Thanks again for this.

I don't really have any people except Ope.

TARA: It's okay. I don't mind.

LYLA: You must think I'm a freak, right?

p*rn star, baby k*ller...

TARA: I don't think that.

You sure you want to go through with it?

LYLA: Yeah.

I love Ope.

Be nice to have kids with him someday.

But not now.

Donna's ghost looms pretty large in that house.

Ope tries to let me in, but... the fear of something awful always keeps me on the outside.

I don't really know the guy.

ADMINISTRATOR: Sarah Palin?

LYLA: I guess that's me.

TARA: Yeah.

Thank you.

ADMINISTRATOR: Denise will take you back.

Thank you.

(door closes)

TARA: Excuse me.

ADMINISTRATOR: Mm-hmm?

TARA: I'd like to schedule an appointment.

ADMINISTRATOR: A follow-up for your friend?

TARA: No, for me, actually.

I'm about seven weeks along.

ADMINISTRATOR: Oh, sure, hon.

Let's get you set up here.

TARA: Thank you.

JUICE: Let's go. Bet to the pass.

CHIBS: I'm in... CLAY: Hang on, hang on.

$2,000 is the bet.

(men groaning)

JUICE: Ten of D!

GEMMA: Hi.

BOBBY: Want some tea?

GEMMA: Sure. Why not?

CLAY: Another two. JUICE: Aw, Jesus...

GEMMA: Drive by.

Nearly deported.

This is just day one.

(Bobby laughs wryly)

BOBBY: Just another vacation.

(Gemma laughs wryly)

BOBBY: How you doin'?

GEMMA: Okay.

BOBBY: You know, we're gonna find the kid.

GEMMA: I know.

(men groaning, laughing)

JUICE: I might've rigged the games.

♪♪♪

CLAY: Come to papa. Come to papa.

(all talking at once)

CLAY: Can I keep these? Can I keep these?

JUICE: Yeah, it's all yours.

CLAY: Very nice.

(Gemma laughs gently)

BOBBY: It's good to see him smile.

He's a whole different guy when you're not around.

GEMMA: You know, you're gonna have to take care of him, Bobby, when I'm gone.

He trusts you more than anyone.

BOBBY: Hey... there is no reason to go to the scary place, Gemma.

We're all right here.

Okay?

GEMMA: Yeah... okay.

BOBBY: Come here.

How about that tea?

O'Neill.

Aye.

Hello?

JIMMY: Think we need to put today's little setback behind us.

Talk about tomorrow's Dungloe run.

McGEE: Right.

JIMMY: Donny here will work out the details with O'Neill.

You good with that, brother?

McGEE: Aye.

McGEE: O'Neill.

I hope you're sober enough to remember this.

You'd better write this down, yeah?

JAX: Maureen said you have my son.

KELLAN: Well, I know where he is, yes.

JAX: Where?

KELLAN: He's... He's safe.

Far from Belfast.

JAX: What the hell does that mean?

Do you have Abel or not?

KELLAN: Your son was in danger; that thr*at is still present.

Jimmy.

Aye.

Why?

He has no reason to hurt my kid.

KELLAN: Oh, he has many.

What I'm about to tell you, Jackson, is a very volatile subject.

The words I say, only God can be a witness.

You understand?

Jimmy O'Phelan wants to end the Army's relationship with the Sons of Anarchy; wants to cut off the Belfast Charter... from any future work.

Stop dealing g*n in Charming.

JAX: Running protection is Sambel's main gig.

It's why my dad helped set up the charter.

KELLAN: Well, Jimmy wants to keep that income in his pocket.

Wants to start selling your g*n to the Russians up in Oregon.

For greater profit.

Everything Jimmy does... is for profit.

JAX: What does that have to do with my kid?

KELLAN: The Army council have come to a very difficult decision.

Jimmy's greed and arrogance has become a hindrance both internally and politically.

You experienced a vivid example of that hatred tonight.

JAX: You're gonna get rid of him.

KELLAN: Well...

Jimmy is enmeshed in so many things that define us if word got out that we had k*lled one of our own leaders, there will be chaos.

The Loyalists would have a field day.

JAX: But if someone from the outside k*lled him...

KELLAN: Vengeance of a distraught father.

Something every Irishman would understand.

JAX: And Jimmy knew that if we came here, you and me would be having this conversation.

KELLAN: He knows a line's been drawn.

That's why he lied to you about the baby; why he tried to get you deported; and now you're here, why he wants that little one as leverage.

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

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