Previously on Sons of Anarchy...

Put this on. It will help.

I'm fine without it.

Cameron directed his vengeance  to the wrong target. And now he's got my son.

We know he's got a fake passport.

He's gotta be back in Belfast.

My intel says he is still here.

I've got a h*t on Timothy O'Dell.

Arbutus Lodge, Vancouver.

What would you do if you wanna find somebody North at the border?

Mercenaries.

10 grand a head.

You know we're gonna have to leave this place soon?

Go, someplace people can take care of you...

Charming City Council put a motion before the San Joa judge.

Won a new bail hearing in the as*ault case.

CHIBS: What does that mean?

Means everyone goes back inside until trial.

KELLAN: Wait until dark.

Mark him.

I want everyone to know Cammy Hayes came home.

I've come for the boy, Mo.

MAUREEN: Fine. Where you taking him?

KELLAN: A good Catholic family.

MAUREEN: He's already got a family.

KELLAN: This is best for now.

TARA: No circulation.

I'll cut one hand free, let the blood flow back in.

(Tara grunts)

(Gemma gasps)

AMELIA: Where are the keys to Nate's car?

GEMMA: I don't know where they are.

No!

(Amelia groans)

Any ideas here?

TARA: Jax can't know about this.

CHIBS: Bachman.

Bachman's based out of Crescent City.

He works for around two or three grand, but he is good.

TARA: Where is she?

BACHMAN: Where's who?

JUICE: I just got an e-mail from the Belfast VP.

This was taken six hours ago.

Short Strand, Belfast.

JAX: Cameron's in Ireland.

JUICE: Then where's Abel?

JIMMY: I needed Cammy to go away...not to be splayed out for public consumption.

KELLAN: Army Council sanctioned it.

Felt the NorCal operation had been compromised by Cameron and Eddie.

A message was needed.

They put that mismanagement on you.

JIMMY: The snags, which were out of my control, are all being righted.

KELLAN: Good.

JIMMY: When I return the baby to Jax Teller, it's finished.

We all move on.

KELLAN: I think it's best we keep the child here for now.

He'll be in loving arms till we know how this plays out.

JIMMY: I'll tell you how it plays out.

A half-mad father and his MC posse rolls into Belfast, he kicks up a shit storm, and alerts every peeler on either side of the wall.

KELLAN: The child is not a bargaining chip.

JIMMY: My point.

This is not about my agenda with the Sons, it's a the progress we've made.

KELLAN: And the profits you've made.

JIMMY: Aye. Aye, Father, I earn.

And it's my bloody efforts that pump cash into our dying fight.

Now, you remember that.

KELLAN: Keeping the child here was not my decision.

JIMMY: Bollocks.

Army Council sways to your brilliant advice.

KELLAN: I offer the guidance of a priest, try and keep us focused on God's will.

JIMMY: Well, maybe it's God's will I give SAMCRO a ring-up, and tell 'em the boy's gone

'cause the priest gave him away to a pair of loving arms.

KELLAN: I think God and everyone with hands folded to him would flag that move extremely capricious.

I would pray on it.

Jimmy.

JAX: Tell me you have my son.

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

Real Army boys grabbed Cammy at Central Station.

Abel wasn't with him.

JAX: Well they had to grill him before they tied off his neck.

JIMMY: No, it happened fast.

JAX: Where the hell is my kid?!

JIMMY: I understand your rage, friend.

If it were my son... JAX: But it's not!

JIMMY: Abel wasn't with Cammy in Belfast.

Which means your boy is still in Vancouver.

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

I'm not gonna trust this wave of bullshit.

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

LIAM: Jax, Liam O'Neill.

JAX: What are you doing with Jimmy?

LIAM: His crew's tied up in Newry.

Hired us to watch his back while he's up North.

I was with Jimmy, saw the Real-provost scoop up Cammy outside the depot.

Had no baby with him.

That's for real.

JAX: I should come out there, talk to the guys who rounded him up.

Maybe Cameron mentioned a contact or a place he took him.

LIAM: That'll never happen, brother.

You know the drill.

The Sons are just hired g*n.

Hell, we got two bloody Loyalists in the charter; one's the son of an Orangeman.

We're not inside the circle.

Never have been.

JAX: Yeah, okay.

(hangs up)

(Jax exhales sharply)

He said Abel's not in Belfast.

Cameron didn't bring him.

TARA: I explained it to Nate.

I got him to sign.

This gives me power of attorney, so if anything happens while you're...away... GEMMA: Thanks.

TARA: It's a good place.

Your mom did her research.

The neurologist on staff specializes in late-stage Alzheimer's.

GEMMA: Does it have a garden?

TARA: I don't know.

GEMMA: I can't believe I'm sending him off to a g*dd*mn home.

TARA: He'll be taken care of.

GEMMA: He'll die alone... just like she did.

CLAY: Hands look like mine feel.

JAX: We stick with plan A.

You guys drop off the g*n.

Me and Clay'll pick up Mom, we all head north, find my kid.

OPIE: Here's ten grand for Serg's tracker.

Sold the Panhead.

JAX: Thanks, bro.

You ready to do this?

CHIBS: Absolutely, yeah.

OTHERS: Yeah.

BOBBY: I'll wire that to Serg's guy in Vancouver.

JAX: Yeah.

HAPPY: Got a favor to ask.

Mom's in real bad shape.

I've been covering the cost of the hospice, but the meds are breaking me.

PINEY: There's a dealer about

20 minutes outside Rogue River.

She's a good gal.

Supplies all the clinics with scrips.

It's the only way I can get my emphysema meds.

After we make the drop, I'll, uh, I'll take Hap and hook him up.

CLAY: We meet up at Gemma's old man's house.

Sorry to hear about your mom. HAPPY: Thanks.

BOBBY: That dealer, she got Albuterol?

Probably.

Kid is going through three inhalers a week.

Precious is up my ass.

CLAY: Hey, why not?

Make it a party.

(engines revving)

♪ 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. ♪

Shite!

It's Jimmy.

Gotta go.

(groans)

(Liam urinating)

JAX: What's wrong?

CLAY: Hands.

JAX: You sh**t them up?

CLAY: Your mom's the only one does it right.

JAX: Can you hold a grip?

CLAY: You're going to have to tie me on.

JAX: Yeah.

JAX: That good?

CLAY: Yeah.

NATE: I tried to make it right.

GEMMA: What, Daddy?

NATE: You and... you and your mother.

I know you probably don't believe that.

GEMMA: She swallowed us both up.

I don't blame you.

NATE: She never recovered from Nathaniel's death.

Blamed it all on herself.

I know that burden landed on you.

(sniffs)

I prayed for your mother.

Begged Jesus to take away her pain.

GEMMA: You turned to God.

Rose turned to Rose.

NATE: Her biggest regret... losing you.

Don't let your family slip away.

(motorcycle engines rumbling)

TIG: Hey, Gem.

Boys are here.

GEMMA: Come on, Dad.

Let's go.

GEMMA: g*dd*mn, I missed you.

CLAY: Missed you, too, baby.

So much.

GEMMA: My baby boy.

JAX: Hey, Mom.

GEMMA: How's our little man?

JAX: He's good.

GEMMA: Is he with Neeta?

JAX: Yeah.

Where's Tara?

GEMMA: She's inside.

She's helping me box up some shit.

TIG: Grandpa walking.

CLAY: How is Pop doing?

GEMMA: Finally h*t him that she's gone.

CLAY: Mmm.

GEMMA: He knows he's going away.

You guys go on in.

I... I better go help him get settled.

It's going to be a tough afternoon. TIG: Come on.

How you hanging? You all right?

Good to see you, brother. JAX: You, too.

How's the shoulder?

TIG: It's all right.

It's all right, as long as I don't run out of Grandma's Vicodin.

CLAY: Can you ride?

TIG: Yeah, I think I can.

How about you, brother?

CLAY: I may have to h*t up Grandma's stash myself.

TIG: I got some of that for you.

TARA: Hey.

Did you just get here?

JAX: Yeah.

Is Nate taking all this stuff?

TARA: No.

Gemma wanted to pack up all the sentimental objects and valuables, put them in storage.

The rest goes to the church.

JAX: You doing okay?

TARA: Yeah.

What is it?

JAX: You want the truth, right?

Got to tell you what's going on.

TARA: Okay.

JAX: They're pulling our bail on the church as*ault.

Two days, we're all supposed to go back inside.

TARA: Jesus.

Supposed to?

TARA: Oh, my God.

Where is he?

JAX: Vancouver.

Somewhere.

TARA: You're heading up there?

JAX: Yeah.

We hired a guy to help track him down.

Going to take Gemma, head out after Nate's taken care of.

TARA: Did you tell Gemma about Abel?

JAX: Not yet.

We will.

(knock at door)

TIG: Oh, hey, brother.

Uh, Clay's looking for you.

JAX: Okay.

TIG: Tara, these boxes all going down?

TARA: Yes, please.

JAX: Is that from Tig?

TARA: Yeah.

JAX: Where's the girl?

The one taking care of Nate.

Wasn't that who Tig was tapping?

TARA: Yeah.

She, um... went home.

Back to Guatemala.

I think she was freaked out.

JAX: Yeah, I bet.

(engines rumbling)

CHIBS: Hey, home safe.

Take it easy, brother.

BOBBY: I'll call Luke, let him know we handed off the g*n.

See you guys at Gemma's.

OPIE: Safe ride.

GEMMA: Bitch aged me two years.

So, what's that going to look like?

Me in Canada?

CLAY: We'll get you set up someplace safe, off the grid.

Get you good papers.

TIG: Maybe you go redhead for a while.

GEMMA: Oh, Christ.

Rather shave my head.

JAX: Heat will die down, Mom.

GEMMA: And when do I get to see my family?

My grandson?

JAX: We'll figure it out.

CLAY: It's our only choice, baby.

Good to see you, Nate.

How are you?

JAX: Hey, Grandpa.

NATE: Why are you here?

GEMMA: Clay's here to help me get you settled.

NATE: I don't need his help.

This is what k*lled your mother.

CLAY: Well, old man certainly seems to remember me.

Are you ok, mom?

I should just stay clear of him.

Tara and I will handle it.

TARA: You have to tell her. JAX: I know.

CLAY: Maybe we wait till Nate gets settled.

Spread out the misery.

PINEY: Bobby?

BOBBY: Yeah, I see them.

It don't look good.

PINEY: Let's go find Honey.

(cats meowing)

(glass breaking)

Oh, no... damn.

(woman whimpering)

Honey, get out of here.

BOBBY: Get her up.

Get her up.

Got to move!

Shit!

PINEY: Move!

(g*n blasting)

How many of them?

They're in the other room.

Other room.

PINEY: Who the hell are those guys?

HONEY: Local peckerwoods.

They run most of the crank up here.

They decided they want to be in the scrip-dope business.

HAPPY: Got no service.

All right, tell us where the drugs are, or we'll tear this whole g*dd*mn place apart!

HONEY: Suck my ass, you inbred puddle of piss!

Rip this place apart.

Find them meds.

BOBBY: So we stay in the room... they find the drugs, maybe they leave.

(g*n blasting, Honey yells)

HONEY: That's not going to happen.

They ain't going nowhere.

Check the garage.

PINEY: Come on.

Let's go, go, go, go, go.

HONEY: Come on.

(Bobby sighs)

BOBBY: Holy shit.

HONEY: I got over a half a million in scrip here.

Those tweaker scumbags will k*ll us to get it.

(phone dialing)

JAX: I think that's all of them.

TARA: I want to come with you.

To Canada.

No.

I'm the only one who's not wanted.

You're going to need my help.

JAX: What I need is for you to go back to work.

Go back to work.

TARA: He's mine, too.

I want to be with my family.

JAX: We're not your family!

Do you see how deep I'm buried here?

You don't want this.

TARA: Don't tell me what I want!

I asked for the truth, you gave it to me.

JAX: So you would stay put!

You're not coming up north.

TARA: Yes, I am!

JAX: You want to be an old lady?

Then act like one!

Do what you're told!

Pack your shit and head back to Charming.

(clattering)

TARA: I just helped your mother k*ll someone.

That old lady enough for you?!

JAX: What are you talking about?

TARA: The caretaker.

She att*cked your mother.

JAX: What the hell did you do?

TARA: I had no choice... it was self-defense.

Tig helped us get rid of the body.

GEMMA: Found one more.

What?

Oh, shit.

JAX: What happened?

CLAY: Gotta go.

JAX: I'm dealing with something.

TIG: Yeah, so are Bobby and Piney.

CLAY: What's going on?

JAX: Apparently, our lovely ladies whacked the caretaker.

And this idiot helped them!

CLAY: What?

TIG: Actually, I just made a phone call.

CLAY: Jesus Christ.

This... later.

Let's go.

JAX: Douchebag.

TIG: What happened to, "Oh, we can't tell Jax about anything"?

You two are k*lling me.

Sorry.

I lost it.

I don't know what the hell he wants anymore.

GEMMA: What do you want?

TARA: I'm just trying to get closer.

I want to go with you to Vancouver.

GEMMA: No.

That's a bad idea.

TARA: I thought you, more than anyone, would understand.

GEMMA: We're going to need you in Charming.

If Jax goes away for that church as*ault, and I'm God knows where someone has to take care of Abel.

No one I trust more than you.

You'll be a good mom.

(Tara sobbing)

TARA: I'm sorry.

(laughing)

I better go help Nate get ready.

(sniffs)

GEMMA: I'll be going with you.

TARA: Someone might see you.

GEMMA: My risk.

(Irish folk song playing)

JIMMY: How are you, Mo?

MAUREEN: Jesus.

How'd you get in?

JIMMY: Your lovely daughter.

MAUREEN: What are you doing here? JIMMY: Looking for you.

I know Cammy came to you to set a meeting with your brother.

Makes sense.

I know you'd be my first choice to take care of a wayward infant.

MAUREEN: Jimmy O'Phelan... the all-seeing, all-knowing wizard of base Belfast.

Where's the baby, Maureen?

MAUREEN: He's not here.

What do you care?

JIMMY: He belongs with his da.

MAUREEN: It's not my decision... or yours.

JIMMY: But we know whose decision it is.

And you have sway with the good priest.

MAUREEN: Jimmy, I'm a half-broke shopkeeper.

I've no sway with...

JIMMY: Things are in flux, darling.

The world is changing.

And life and the Short Strand had better bend to it, or we'll all snap like a twig.

You need to decide what end of the stick you want to be holding.

I'd hate to see you and your tight wee family out on the street.

MAUREEN: I don't know where the baby is.

JIMMY: I suggest you inquire.

Soon, yeah?

(g*n)

All right, we know the scrips got to be in there.

You guys with the patches, we ain't got no scrap with you.

Ain't no reason you should get your head blown off guarding some hippie drugger.

So here's the deal... take what you came for, all you want, on the house.

On the house.

And you just walk away.

We both win.

What do you say?

PINEY: 90% of her stuff goes to hospices and clinics.

BOBBY: Well, then we say...

(g*n hammer cocking)

(g*n)

(cat yowling)

Keep moving.

PINEY: Easy, assh*le.

Got your boys.

You put them g*n down or Grandpa gets his head blown off.

Nifty way to handle it.

Do it!

Now!

(motorcycle approaching)

CLAY: Should I call for more backup?

Your move, Fester.

Shit.

Why in the hell are you doing this?

PINEY: 'Cause we're the good guys.

CHIBS: Found these in the van.

Goody bag.

OPIE: More scrips.

HONEY: That's not mine.

Must have h*t somebody else up, too.

JAX: You should take it.

HONEY: It's HIV protocol stuff... steroids.

It's not my niche.

It's got a lot of street value, though.

CLAY: Throw it in the van.

CHIBS: Money's money.

BOBBY: You made a crazy ex-wife very happy. Thank you.

HONEY: For your ma.

HAPPY: Thank you.

HONEY: I think y'all earned it.

PINEY: Whenever you need any help, Rogue River SOA is only 20 minutes away.

(wolf whistle)

HONEY: I'll be fine.

PINEY: I know.

(all hooting)

HONEY: Knock it off.

TARA: I'll go tell the front desk we're here.

GEMMA: Okay.

Daddy, do you know where we are?

NATE: Where's Rose?

GEMMA: She's not here.

NATE: I want to go home.

Take me home.

GEMMA: Daddy... NATE: Please.

No, please, please, just-just... just take me... take me home. Please.

GEMMA: I can't.

I-I can't.

NATE: I want to go home!

GEMMA: I know, Dad... This way, Nate.

NATE: No, no... I-I... I want to go home.

No, I...I...I Come on. NATE: I have to go home.

There's lots of people waiting to meet you.

GEMMA: I'm sorry, Dad.

NATE: I'm ready to go home now!

No, no, no, I-I-I... Come on, Nate.

NATE: No, I have to... please, I have to go home now.

GEMMA (sobbing): I can't.

NATE: No, no, please. I-I... GEMMA: Daddy... TARA: It's okay.

It's going to be okay, Nate.

(sobbing)

(door opens)

(footsteps approach)

Father... MAUREEN: Jimmy just paid me a visit.

That bastard thr*at me.

Said we'd be out on the street when things change.

He wants me to find the child.

KELLAN: Nothing's changing, Mo.

My family's getting hurt because of your dick-fueled power struggle, Kel!

KELLAN: You and Triny are gonna be safe.

You know that.

What I know, what I can't get right with is a man of God giving away a wee baby!

That child is out there, Kel, with no da, no kin belonging to it.

What are you thinking?!

KELLAN: Do you know why Jimmy wants to end our association with the MC?

MAUREEN: McGee said something about not bringing in outsiders anymore.

About putting the tasks of the Sons onto Real Army men.

KELLAN: Right.

Not men... boys.

Jimmy's circle has been down in Newry, South Armagh, recruiting off the streets; broken kids.

Some as young as ten, 11.

Promising there'll be a united Ireland, all the cash and prizes that go with it.

This isn't a child's w*r, Mo.

Jimmy's lost sight of who we are, why we struggle.

He's not a soldier anymore.

Just a gangster.

It's a very... delicate situation.

We need someone from the outside to help us with Jimmy.

Someone who's got as much to lose as we do.

MAUREEN: SAMCRO.

KELLAN: I think it's time you gave Gemma Teller another call, mother-to-mother.

Let her know her grandson's here.

MAUREEN: How did you know I called Gemma Teller?

KELLAN: She's on the run, won't be using her own cell.

Probably a throwaway.

I'll make some inquiries, see if I can get the number.

(sobbing softly)

(keypad beeping)

(phone line rings)

GEMMA: Hello? Uh, could you connect me to Agent Stahl?

It's very important.

I got a line on a fugitive.

JAX: What happened?

TARA: She just took off.

CLAY: What do you mean she took off?

TARA: I went inside to check in Nate.

When I came back, Gemma and the car were gone.

Did she say anything?

No.

She was crying when I left her. Nate was begging her to take him home.

It broke her heart.

JAX: Jesus. She went home!

She went to see her family.

CLAY: Abel.

(soft ballad playing)

GEMMA: Neeta?

Where the hell'd she take him?

(babies crying)

Neeta been here with the baby?

No.

GEMMA: Yeah?

MAUREEN: Gemma?

It's Maureen Ashby.

Know who I am?

GEMMA: Yeah.

How'd you get this number?

MAUREEN: Just listen.

Cammy Hayes took your grandson.

He was my cousin.

He brought the wee one to me to take care of him.

GEMMA: What?

MAUREEN: Abel's in Belfast.

(Gemma gasps)

(motorcycles approach)

Ma! Breathe! Ma, breathe, breathe!

(Gemma gasps)

Tara!
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