JAX: Previously on Sons of Anarchy...

GAALAN: Meet needs to be on neutral ground.

CLAY: There's an Indian reservation ten minutes from here. Very private.

POTTER: Juan Carlos just locked down our Irish cartel g*n meet.

CLAY: Where are the letters? Tara's still got 'em?

PINEY: Just leave her out of it, huh?

CLAY: Too late. We have an internal thr*at.

ROMEO: The doctor. That's your VP's old lady. We'll clean it up.

TARA: What?! Oh, my God! What are you doing?!

(screams)

Jax!

(Tara gasping)

JAX: You'll be okay.

OPIE: Oh, my God! Dad?! Oh, my God! Shit! What are you doing here?!

UNSER: Clay k*lled your old man. Clay's got to go, son.

JAX: Want to tell me what happened to Piney?

OPIE: You should know, you're Clay's boy.

Clay k*lled my old man!

Did you know?!

JAX: No, Ope!

OPIE: You're gonna die at the gavel.

JAX: Ope!

Put it down.

Please, Ope... don't make me k*ll you.

(Jax panting)

(Clay grunts)

(Jax panting)

(Clay gasping)

(Opie grunts, gasps)

JAX: Oh, shit.

RAT BOY: What happened?

JAX: Call an ambulance.

UNSER: Oh, Christ!

JAX: Call an ambulance now!

UNSER: g*n. Sheriff's gonna be all over this!

CLAY: Get me outside.

It happened in the garage.

JAX: Yeah. Come on. Come on!

On three. Two, three!

UNSER: What do I tell Roosevelt, huh? Mexicans?

CLAY: No, say it was black.

JAX: Yeah, yeah.

Hey, I'll take care of Opie!

Get rid of those g*n and clean up the blood!

UNSER: I'm getting real good at that.

JAX: He was sh*t by two black guys outside the garage.

You ever want to make patch, that's your story until I tell you otherwise.

RAT BOY: I get it.

(Clay groans)

JAX: Keep it wrapped.

Get out of here.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

You think he's gonna make it?

UNSER: I don't know.

Hey, you should get out of here, too. Go.

JAX: Yeah.

(tires squeal)

(sirens approaching)

(labored breathing)

(horns beeping)

OPIE: I'm gonna k*ll him.

JAX: No, you're gonna let me find out what the hell happened.

OPIE: Talk to your mother.

Gemma and Unser found my old man up at the cabin.

They knew Clay k*lled him.

Tried to pass it off as a cartel h*t.

JAX: How do you know all that?

OPIE: Unser followed me up there last night.

JAX: Jesus Christ.

I'm gonna drop you at the emergency care off of Crane.

Lyla'll pick you up?

Yeah, man.

You've got to lay low, Ope.

I'll tell the guys you're up at the cabin.

I will find the truth, I promise.

(Opie chuckles)

OPIE: Just what I need... another promise.

(rhythmic beeping)

What's his blood pressure? - Uh, 80/60.

How much fluid has he had? - Uh, two liters.

Both lines in? - Both lines in, Doctor.

Okay. Call the O.R.? - Right away, Doctor.

UNSER: I was headed over to get a new starter for my truck.

I roll up to the gate, see a black SUV speeding out.

ROOSEVELT: Mm-hmm.

UNSER: A Yukon, I think.

Looked like two African-American males.

Uh, tinted windows.

Didn't get a real good look.

ROOSEVELT: Mm-hmm.

UNSER: Uh... pulled in the lot, find Clay laying there.

ROOSEVELT: Did he say anything?

About the sh**t.

UNSER: No, he was... barely conscious.

I called EMS.

ROOSEVELT: And there was no one else on the lot?

CHIBS: No. We'd split an hour or so before.

ROOSEVELT: So Clay was by himself?

TIG: Yeah.

UNSER: He was keeping the garage open late for me.

ROOSEVELT: Yeah? And what about security cameras?

HAPPY: They don't record.

ROOSEVELT: Of course they don't.

All right, I want to speak to Clay when he's conscious.

The rest of you, just... stay available.

TIG: Hey.

So they were black Niners?

CHIBS: Had to be.

UNSER: I'm not sure.

I didn't see colors.

Hey, Gemma.

TIG: This is on me.

Nah, nah, nah, Clay wanted me to stay.

He had a feeling something was going down.

CHIBS: We don't know anything yet, Tiggy, okay?

TIG: I do, I do, I do.

A brother asked for help... I turned my back.

CHIBS: Hey.

Hey.

GEMMA: How bad is it?

UNSER: Doc said he's critical.

One of the b*ll*ts h*t a lung.

(door opens)

GEMMA: Where are you taking him?

I'm his wife.

We're prepping him for surgery.

Follow me and I can bring you up to speed.

GEMMA: That's okay.

Just keep him alive.

♪ 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 ♪

POTTER: Lieutenant Roosevelt, thank you for joining us.

The Wahewa land is proving to be a bit of a logistical challenge.

ROOSEVELT: You know Clay Morrow was sh*t last night.

POTTER: Yes, I know.

Black retaliation, yes?

ROOSEVELT: He's in critical condition.

We got two other key members in lockdown.

Do you really think this meet is gonna happen?

POTTER: The Irish are here.

The cartel.

They all have a lot to lose if they let this opportunity pass.

My guess is... Teller takes the reins.

GRAD: Either way we have to play this out.

ROOSEVELT: That means you don't get Clay.

POTTER: It appears someone else is determined to right that wrong.

(shower running)

(shower turns off)

(door slides open)

TARA: Rough night?

JAX: Clay got sh*t.

He's in critical condition at St. Thomas.

TARA: Hm. Who did it?

JAX: I'm not sure.

I'm still getting out, Tara.

Deal with the Irish goes down today.

TARA: And then what?

JAX: Then I put my g*dd*mn family in a car and we drive the hell out of Charming.

TARA: Just like that, Jax?

Change your clothes, wash off the blood... JAX: - Yeah, Tara, just like that.

Look... I know it's not gonna be an easy shift-- I'm not delusional-- but I also know you're not clear right now.

TARA: I'd argue... I'm the clearest I've ever been.

JAX: Trust me, babe... rage feels that way.

Have Phil and Elyda help you pack.

I'll be back tonight.

TARA: Yeah.

Okay.

Jax.

Tell me you love me.

JAX: I love you, Tara.

Do you love me?

TARA: If I could stop I would.

I love you, Jackson.

JAX: You need a bigger bowl?

PHIL: I like cereal.

JAX: Stay close to Tara.

She's going to need your help today.

PHIL: Absolutely, man.

JAX: And if you see Gemma, tell her I'm looking for her.

PHIL: Okay.

JAX: Hey.

How's he doing?

CHIBS: They've gone back into surgery.

Having a problem with his lung.

HAPPY: g*dd*mn cigars.

JAX: Shit.

Any word from Bobby or Juice?

CHIBS: Nothing on Juice.

Hopefully he's off on one of his joyrides.

We have bigger problems.

I talked to Lowen.

Bobby signed in at Stockton and didn't sign out.

JAX: What the hell does that mean?

CHIBS: Maybe Lenny can tell us.

He wants a sit-down with you today.

Lowen said he's pretty jacked up about it.

JAX: Oh, my God.

Okay.

HAPPY: Ope and Tig are MIA, too.

Ope's at the cabin checking on Piney.

Tig's so wound up about this Clay thing he's probably neck deep in cold p*ssy.

All right, I'm going to go to Stockton.

Keep me in the loop.

CHIBS: Hey, you be careful, yeah?

(engine starting)

(door opens)

(sighs)

GEMMA: Where is she?

PHIL: Bedroom.

Jax is looking for you.

It sounded important.

GEMMA: Another vacation?

TARA: Yep. 'Cause the first one went so well.

(sets bag down)

GEMMA: Clay was sh*t last night.

TARA: I know.

GEMMA: By Opie.

TARA: What?

Why would Opie do that?

GEMMA: Because Clay k*lled his father.

Piney's d*ad.

Clay put a g*n to his chest.

TARA: Oh, my God.

GEMMA: He k*lled him because he thinks he had the letters.

TARA: No.

Piney didn't... he never even saw them.

GEMMA: I know.

But Clay will do anything to stop that truth from leaking out.

(Tara sighs)

He's the one that tried to have you k*lled, Tara.

Clay hired those men that came after you.

TARA: How do you know that?

GEMMA: He took money out of our safe to pay 'em off.

I confronted him.

That's why he did this.

Clay... will keep on hurting everything and everyone that gets in his path... until he gets those letters.

TARA: He thr*at me yesterday.

Told me Jax and I would never make it out of Charming unless I gave them to him.

GEMMA: 'Cause he's already read 'em.

The copies.

He knows how dangerous they are.

Where are the letters, Tara?

I'll give them to Clay; we put this to bed.

I'm out of options.

This may be the only way we get out of this alive.

TARA (whispers): And if we do that-- get out of this alive-- then you know Jax and I are leaving.

GEMMA: I know.

(opens drawer)

(closes drawer)

(keys jangling)

TARA: They're in the storage unit.

Towards the back, underneath a stack of boxes.

Old TM receipts.

GEMMA: Okay.

TARA: Gemma.

Tell me you love me.

GEMMA: I love you.

JAX: When did you get visitation?

LENNY (voice strained): That's what I need to talk to you about.

Otto made some kind of deal.

JAX: What are you talking about?

LENNY: I heard it from the guards.

He met with a Fed attorney, gave up something, got me visitation and yard time.

JAX: Shit.

Bobby visited Otto yesterday.

Never signed out.

Juice is MIA, too.

LENNY: Why the hell would Otto flip?

JAX: Had to be something to do with Luann.

LENNY: Uh, talk to Clay, let me know what I should do.

JAX: Yeah, all right.

Hey... thanks, Lenny.

TIG (quietly): Come on, come on, come on.

Come on.

(long sigh)

(engine roaring)

(loud grunt)

LAROY: Oh, shit! Look out!

(people yell)

(Tig yells)

V!

(tires squeal)

(sobbing)

TIG: Just be there, just be there, all right?

(tires screeching)

I'm heading out of Oakland on the 5-80, all right?

(engine revving)

(tires squealing)

(motorcycle engine starting)

(tires squealing)

(tires squealing)

JAX: They got him at the garage, h*t him twice.

ROMEO: Do they know who was responsible?

JAX: Not yet.

Could be all the shit we stirred up in Oakland.

LUIS: Well, we're sorry about what happened to Clay.

But how do we handle today?

JAX: I can run the exchange with the Kings, but we may have a bigger problem. I just heard from one of my guys in Stockton. We got a member inside who may have flipped. Otto Delaney. He's been talking to the U.S. attorney.

LUIS: Does Otto know about us?

JAX: No, but he might have given up another member. It means the Feds could be circling us. Too big of a risk for today.

ROMEO: We've got contacts that can find out about Otto. Don't do anything till you hear from us.

JAX: Yeah, okay. All right.

ROMEO: Call Medina. Have him vet out every agency. Find out what the hell this is about.

(cell phone ringing)

JAX: Yeah.

CHIBS: Tig's in trouble, brother. Needs an escort home. Oaktown.

JAX: Shit!

(engine revving)

♪ ♪

(engine revving)

LAROY: Drive, idiot.

(tires screeching)

(engines revving)

(horn honking)

(tires squealing)

(horn honking)

TIG: Come on, boys.

TIG: Go.

(engines revving)

LAROY: Do not lose 'em!

Go!

(tires squeal, engines revving)

g*dd*mn it!

What the hell's going on?

JAX: Go. Go ahead!

Chibs, stay with Tig, we'll block him off!

Let's go, bro!

(g*n)

(glass breaking, groaning)

LAROY: Damn it!

(engine revving)

JAX: What happened?

TIG: I went after Laroy, man.

JAX: What tel hell is the matter with you?

CHIBS: Hey, we don't even know if it was the Niners.

TIG: Come on, man.

Come on.

The way we backed Alvarez in Oakland, it had to be Laroy that g*n down Clay.

JAX: It is a club call, not yours.

You're gonna start a g*dd*mn w*r, man.

TIG: I don't give a shit.

CHIBS: Yeah, obviously.

CHUCKY: Hey, Jax.

Rat just called.

Clay's out of surgery.

TIG: I'm gonna go see him.

JAX: Hey.

No more rogue shit.

Do you hear me?

TIG: Yeah.

(engine starting)

HAPPY: He's right.

Had to be Laroy.

He's got to die.

Like, a lot.

(phone ringing)

JAX: It's Romeo.

Yeah.

ROMEO: Had my contacts look into Otto Delaney.

Not sure who he was talking to, but he never sold out your club.

JAX: You sure?

My guy got it from inside.

ROMEO: I pay a lot of money for information, Jax.

It's accurate.

Trust me, if I thought it was a risk, I wouldn't be making this call.

I'll see you at 3:00.

JAX: Yeah.

Okay.

We're a go.

Head up to the warehouse with Tacoma.

Pull one of each big g*n.

We'll need 'em for the meet.

Thanks.

Track down Lowen.

Have her start making calls.

I'm starting to get really worried about Juice and Bobby.

CHIBS: Aye. Um, don't worry.

We'll-We'll find them. JAX: - All right.

I'm gonna dig into Clay's scheduling info, get up to speed for the Irish.

(rhythmic beeping)

(breathing loudly)

TIG: Sorry, brother.

I should have stayed.

Had your back.

I mean, just turning in this SA tag-- I don't know, man-- was just kind of lost in this cartel shit.

I love you, Clay.

I do.

I guess I'm having a hard time wrapping my head around you stepping down.

I don't know... I don't know what I'm gonna look like when that happens, you know?

(door opens)

GEMMA: This is not your fault, baby.

Oh, honey.

(Tig cries)

It's okay, sweetheart.

It's okay.

(Tig sobbing)

Oh.

He knows you love him.

It's okay, really.

(Tig sniffles)

TIG: Yeah.

Thanks.

Ah, shit.

Shit. How are you?

GEMMA: I'm fine.

GEMMA: Where's Jax?

TIG: Oh, he's at the clubhouse.

Uh... give me a minute, yeah?

GEMMA: Okay.

Sorry.

JAX: I've been looking for you.

Shut the door.

What happened to Piney?

GEMMA: Clay k*lled him.

(Jax sighs)

JAX: Look, I know Clay and Piney were beefing over this cartel shit... GEMMA: - It wasn't over the cartel.

It was over these.

Maureen Ashby put them in your bag before you left Belfast.

They're letters from your father.

Tara found them before you did.

JAX: Tara had these?

Why didn't she tell me?

GEMMA: She knew they would break your heart.

Same way they did mine.

When Thomas got sick, your dad stopped going to Belfast... started writing to Maureen.

JAX: What does this have to do with Clay?

GEMMA: JT and Kellan decided to get the MC out of g*n, away from the IRA.

Clay thought it was a mistake.

He was afraid John would destroy the club.

So he decided to k*ll him.

The first time... he sent John into a Mayan ambush, unprotected.

Your dad made it out.

But he knew it was Clay who'd set it up.

And he knew Clay would try again.

He predicted it would be mechanical.

He was right.

JAX: The accident.

GEMMA: The only person JT ever let work on his bike was Lowell Sr.

Clay must have... paid him off or thr*at him.

He had to be the one who sabotaged the Panhead.

JAX: Lowell Sr. was k*lled by the Mayans a week later.

GEMMA: Yeah.

Clay buried the secret.

(sighs)

JAX: How do you know all this?

GEMMA: The letters.

The speculation.

The Mayan ambush.

John knew Clay would k*ll him.

And Clay knew those letters would prove it.

Enough to get him voted out, undo everything he'd worked for.

JAX: Piney got ahold of these.

GEMMA: He must have thr*at Clay.

JAX (quietly): Oh, my God.

GEMMA: That's not all.

I found the cover letter Maureen wrote telling you to read them.

It was in your house.

I knew Tara was the one who'd found them.

I... I panicked.

I told Clay.

JAX: Clay knew... that Tara had these?

GEMMA: He tried to k*ll Tara.

That thing that happened in the park, that wasn't the cartel.

That was guys Clay hired to k*ll your wife, Jax.

JAX: How did you get them?

GEMMA: Tara gave them to me.

Don't be upset with her.

She didn't want you to read them.

She didn't know what you might do.

JAX: Why are you telling me this, Mom?

Why now?

GEMMA: Because I know how dangerous secrets can be.

And it's time we all knew the truth.

Clay Morrow k*lled your father.

Stole that seat away from this family.

g*n down your father's best friend.

And he tried to k*ll your wife.

He's a m*rder traitor.

And there's only one thing to do now, Jackson.

For your father, your family and your club.

It's in you.

It's who you are.

Clay has to die.

Read 'em.

See him in your father's own hand.

And then you k*ll him, Jax.

You k*ll Clay before he's on his feet and strikes first.

And when it's done... you take your place at the head of this table... where a Teller belongs.

Where you belong.

(footsteps departing)

UNSER: Clay came through the surgery.

Lung's okay.

Should be out of intensive care in a few days.

GEMMA: Good.

UNSER: So... what happens now?

GEMMA: Things are in motion.

UNSER: Yeah.

I have no doubt.

But maybe you want to tell me what the hell that means?

(car door opens)

GEMMA: Tara gave me the letters.

Jax is reading them.

UNSER: Oh, Christ!

GEMMA: Not all of them.

We're protected.

Clay... not so much.

TARA: Got a minute?

UNSER: Uh, yeah, I'll... go give Chucky a hand.

Doc.

(Tara clears throat)

TARA: I been waiting for you.

GEMMA: Yeah, I know.

TARA: Where are the letters?

Did you bring them to Clay?

GEMMA: No.

TARA: How many did you take out before you gave them to Jax?

GEMMA: If you knew... why'd you tell me where they were?

TARA: Because I'm smarter than you are, Gemma... and I know Jax better than you do.

JAX: You should have told me.

TARA: I was going to.

When you got out, you were so eager to leave, I just...

I was afraid it would push you back in. I'm sorry.

JAX: I have to k*ll him, Tara.

TARA: I know.

And this is how you do it.

It's a blood thinner.

Inject it into his IV line and pull the tube from his chest.

He'll bleed into his lungs and... drown.

It'll happen quick.

You know, just... look like he pulled it out in his sleep.

(Chibs whistles)

CHIBS: Jackie!

Time for the meet!

We got to go, brother.

(closes zipper)

TARA: You k*ll him... and then you come and get me and our boys and drive us out of this poisonous town.

JAX: I will.

I promise.

GEMMA: What are you doing?

TARA: Everything you taught me.

He's mine.

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