Previously on Sons of Anarchy...

IMA: Morning.

JAX: Hey, you got a family. You got a new wife.

OPIE: I found birth control pills in Lyla's stuff. This whole time that I've been trying to have kids, she's been k*lling it off.

GEMMA: You hiding something from me? This fell out of one of Abel's coloring books. Letters from John Teller would be very painful. Could set things off with Clay again.

CLAY: The history that Tara and Piney know-- very dangerous. These are copies.

UNSER: I searched her whole office-- all she had. What are you going to do?

CLAY: I'm going to protect both of us.

ALVAREZ: Clay, Jax-- Romero Parada.

ROMEO: Friends call me Romeo.

JAX: Sig 551's.

ROMEO: I'll have the coke ready for you for the run back. 30 kilos of uncut Colombian cocaine.

ROOSEVELT: That's your daddy. What would the club do if they found out that you're black? Well, first they'll pull your patch. Then they'd make you scrape the ink.

POTTER: Have him pull a sample from the load. A couple grams.

ROOSEVELT: If he gets caught, they'll k*ll him.

POTTER: That's the point.

CHIBS: We're one brick light.

There should be 30 keys here.

ALVAREZ: Then why am I only looking at 29 bricks?

JAX: Why don't you ask your boy here?

RAFI: Ask yours, assh*le.

MILES: We didn't take the blow.

ALVAREZ: Well, somebody did.

JUICE: It was all there before 10:00.

I came by after I h*t the weed shop and did a walk-through.

Ask him.

RAFI: Yeah, he was here at 9:30.

ALVAREZ: So you were the last one here?

JUICE: Yeah, I stuck a key of blow down my pants and just walked out.

Douchebag.

JAX: Hey!

TIG: Whoa! Hold down!

CLAY: Now k*lling each other ain't gonna solve anything.

TIG: Come on, let's go.

ALVAREZ: Get out.

JAX: It's all right, bro, go on.

CLAY: Oswald's got cameras at all the entrances.

I'll make sure nobody snuck in under our noses.

ALVAREZ: Rafi's a straight-up soldier, ese.

Been with me 15 years.

It wasn't him.

JAX: It wasn't Juice.

ALVAREZ: And the other one?

He's a new patch, right?

JAX: Miles. I doubt it.

ALVAREZ: The prospects?

CLAY: We'll look into them.

JAX: And you press Rafi.

You make sure there's no outside pressures you don't know about.

ALVAREZ: We got to do this fast.

Romeo's coming up to check out the operation.

He's gonna want to see his blow.

JAX: We'll leave it here for now.

Tell him you didn't pick it up yet.

Buys us a little more time.

ALVAREZ: Well, let's hope we're not another brick shy.

CLAY: Relax.

ALVAREZ: Relax?

You know who we're dealing with here, ese?

What happens if the cartel thinks you're playing them?

CLAY: Yeah, I do.

ALVAREZ: Good.

Now we find the bitch who took it, it don't matter Mayan or Son, he's d*ad.

JAX: No way this was Juice.

CLAY: Miles is too stupid to rip us off.

Phil or Rat Boy.

JAX: How?

The room was locked.

They didn't even know what they were protecting.

CLAY: They knew it was something worth protecting.

Nobody else makes any sense.

JAX: Shit.

I'm gonna call Happy.

TARA: Elyda took Abel with her on a Target run.

I'll come back for him after my staff meeting.

GEMMA: How's Elyda working out?

TARA: She's good.

Abel likes her.

She's teaching him Spanish.

GEMMA: Just keep her away from Tig.

CABBY: That's $18.25, please.

WOMAN: All right, hold on.

GEMMA: Oh, Christ.

TARA: Who's that?

GEMMA: Half of Satan's spawn.

Here. Take the baby.

WOMAN: Mama Gemma.

GEMMA: Hi, baby.

Daddy's not here, Dawnie.

DAWN: It's Margeaux now, with an X.

GEMMA: Oh.

DAWN: He doesn't know I'm coming.

(knocking)

Sorry.

Got a 20?

GEMMA: Yeah.

Dawn's here.

Here you go. Keep the change.

TARA: Hey, I'm Tara.

DAWN: Hey.

CHUCKY: Can I help you with this?

DAWN: Holy shit.

Are those things real?

CHUCKY: - No. I mean, yes, they exist, but... GEMMA: - Hey, where's your sister?

DAWN: That's why I'm here.

She's bad.

I need my daddy.

(sobbing)

GEMMA: Track down Tig.

CLAY: How'd Otto take it?

BOBBY: He gets it.

JAX: How'd you take it?

BOBBY: I'm fine. How we going to handle this problem?

TIG: All right, he's ready.

Let's go.

FILTHY PHIL: Clay, we didn't take any coke.

Shit, me and Rat, we didn't even know what the hell was in there.

RAT BOY: It wasn't us. It had to be the Mayan.

He was off by himself most of the night.

CLAY: We'll get to the truth.

(blow landing)

(Miles screaming)

MILES: No! No!

FILTHY PHIL: Oh, Jesus Christ.

MILES: No! No! No!

(screaming)

♪ 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 ♪

HAPPY: Next.

JAX: You're up, Rat.

RAT BOY: We didn't take the blow, man.

CLAY: Tell that to Happy.

RAT BOY: This is bullshit!

I'm not going to be taken apart by that psycho.

FILTHY PHIL: Come on, Clay, he didn't take it.

None of us did. This is... This is crazy.

HAPPY: I'm waiting.

JAX: Maybe there's a simpler way to do this.

IG: Clay.

I got a thing at T.M.

Uh... My kid just showed up.

BOBBY: Which one?

TIG: The crazy one.

JAX: Which one?

TIG: Yeah, I know.

BOBBY: I'm going with him.

CLAY: I think we can handle it.

In the g*n room.

Now!

GEMMA: Your dad's on the way.

You need anything, you just ask Mr. Happy Hands.

DAWN: - Thank you. GEMMA: - Yeah.

GEMMA: It's 9:00.

PINEY: Yes, it is.

TARA: Hey, I'm late.

GEMMA: - Bye, honey. TARA: - Bye.

IMA: Good morning.

TARA: What are you doing here?

IMA: I was a guest.

TARA: Whose?

IMA: Is that really any of your business?

GEMMA: You should make it our business.

IMA: I was invited.

TARA: Invitation's over.

GEMMA: Now would be a good time to get your shit and get out.

Bitch, she will rip your little tits off.

Stop drinking.

Watch the kid.

Did Jax come home last night?

TARA: That's not the point. She shouldn't be here.

I hate this shit.

GEMMA: I know, baby.

TARA: Great, here comes another one.

GEMMA: Be nice.

LYLA: You guys seen Ope?

GEMMA: Uh, I think he's with the guys.

LYLA: Okay.

He didn't come home last night.

I'm just worried.

GEMMA: Uh, I think they had a late one.

I'm sure he just crashed here.

LYLA: Okay.

GEMMA: - Something wrong? LYLA: - No.

GEMMA: Really?

LYLA: We're struggling a little.

A lot of distance. We don't talk much.

GEMMA: It's just lizard brain, baby.

Happens to all guys when they get married.

TARA: Yeah.

Just give it some time.

(motorcycle engines revving)

LYLA: Okay. Thanks.

GEMMA: Mm-hmm.

TARA: That felt shitty.

GEMMA: Yeah, not our business.

BOBBY: Hey.

Wh-what, she looking for Ope?

GEMMA: Oh, shit.

LYLA: Where is she?

PINEY: Where's who, darling?

LYLA: What are you doing here?

IMA: Nobody says "good morning" anymore.

LYLA: You spend the night?

IMA: You don't want to know, sweetie.

LYLA: You backstabbing little gash.

IMA: Hey, I was just following his lead.

Married p*ssy is boring p*ssy.

TIG: Hey, hey, hey, hey.

(Lyla shrieks)

IMA: Hey, I will blow a hole straight through that pretty little yammy of yours.

LYLA: Why him?

IMA: You want answers, sweetheart?

Go ask the cock that was inside me last night.

(sobbing)

TIG: Get out. Get out.

TARA: Keep that .38 close, bitch.

You're going to need it.

(sighs)

TIG: - Hey, baby. DAWN: - Daddy.

TIG: - Oh, it's so nice to see you. GEMMA: - You okay?

TARA: Yeah.

GEMMA: Call Ope.

BOBBY: Yeah.

JAX: It's about commitment.

Love for the club.

You get through this, we'll know you had nothing to do with the missing brick.

OPIE: You can't, p*ssy out.

Means you ain't straight with why you're here.

Also means you probably ripped us off.

FILTHY PHIL: Is there really a b*llet in there?

JAX: One round.

Five empty chambers.

Only have to pull the trigger once.

CHIBS: It's the best odds you're going to get.

(hammer cocks)

FILTHY PHIL: Shit.

Please.

(click)

(phone ringing)

JAX: Your turn.

RAT BOY: No way there's a real b*llet in there.

If it went off, that'd be like m*rder.

JAX: What's your point?

RAT BOY: Jesus Christ.

You're really going to make... JAX: - Are you in or out?

(yells)

(click)

(retching)

(Filthy Phil gagging)

OPIE: Yo, we got a problem.

JAX: Yeah.

CLAY: Where you guys going?

OPIE: Domestic problem at the clubhouse.

JAX: Psycho p*rn star pulled a g*n on Gemma and the girls.

CLAY: Jesus Christ. Are they all right?

OPIE: Going to find out.

JUICE: Clay, I really think these guys are telling the truth.

JAX: Yeah, prospects made it through roulette.

CLAY: Check in with Alvarez.

See if we can get an ETA on Romeo.

CHIBS: Done.

And you need to go with them.

They think you're in the E.R.

So, what... what do I do with these guys?

JAX: Cage match?

CLAY: Yeah.

CHIBS: Lovely.

(engines starting)

DAWN: I didn't know where else to go.

Fawn's going to do some serious damage to herself if we don't do something, Dad.

TIG: When... when did all this go down, Dawny?

DAWN: It's Margeaux.

BOBBY: With an "X."

TIG: Oh.

Uh, this... this does not sound like your sister.

How long has she been puking?

DAWN: She's always had weird food stuff.

TIG: Since when?

DAWN: Since she was like five.

She used to count how many Cheerios she ate.

We got to get her in treatment.

TIG: Well, what's your mother say?

DAWN: Colleen's got a head full of 12-step bullshit.

It's all about boundaries and detachment.

TIG: Jesus.

DAWN: There's a private rehab down in Orange County.

Like, a 30-day thing.

They have an opening.

TIG: Okay.

DAWN: But it's not cheap.

$12,000.

BOBBY (chuckling): 12 K?

I can, uh, teach her to stop binging for nothing.

CHUCK: Really?

DAWN: This is serious, Dad.

We're going to lose her.

TIG: Okay.

Okay.

DAWN: Okay, you'll help her?

TIG: Yeah.

Yeah, baby, we'll... we'll... we'll go together.

We'll... we'll check her in.

DAWN: No.

No, it's got to just be me.

She'll get too embarrassed.

She won't go, Dad.

TIG: All right.

Um, it's going to take a... a minute for me to pull all the cash together.

Can you stick around for a while?

DAWN: - Sure. TIG: - Okay.

Come on.

Come on.

CLAY: You okay?

GEMMA: Yeah.

OPIE: Where's Lyla?

GEMMA: Clubhouse.

JAX: Ima?

GEMMA: She took off.

She said some cruel shit, Ope.

This may be none of my business, but you hooking up...

JAX: Mom, don't.

GEMMA: Bitch pulled a g*n on me.

OPIE: No, she's right. It's my shit.

JAX: Whoa!

PINEY: Your dick almost got people k*lled.

I don't even know who you are anymore.

TARA: Put some ice on it.

OPIE: Okay, thanks.

JAX: You okay?

TARA: What do you think?

OPIE: Doc seems a little pissed.

JAX: She's just reliving my shit.

OPIE: Well, at least she gave you a pass.

Don't figure I got one of those coming.

JAX: Getting knocked up and kidnapped kind of wipes the slate clean.

I wouldn't recommend it as a fix.

OPIE: I don't even know if I want another kid, man.

I just figured it's what we needed.

JAX: Gets her out of the life.

OPIE: Yep.

JAX: Maybe she doesn't want out.

JAX: Tara.

Hey, hey.

I'm sorry.

TARA: You know what this means, right?

JAX: Yes.

TARA: I have to be able to trust you.

JAX: I'm not the one who slept with her.

TARA: This isn't about Opie. It's about... this. How you guys treat women.

JAX: Don't condemn the whole club.

TARA: You know what I mean. It isn't just a deal breaker anymore, Jax. I'm the mother of your sons. You hurt me, you hurt all of us.

JAX: I'm not going to hurt you.

(engine starting)

GEMMA: Sting of that betrayal ain't going to fade.

JAX: I know.

GEMMA: I'd make sure it doesn't happen again.

(knocks on glass)

CLAY: Best to be awake while doing surveillance. She just left. What are you going to do, just follow her around the rest of her life? That don't sound like fun.

UNSER: I don't give a shit about me. I just don't want anybody else to get hurt.

CLAY: Me, neither.

Especially you.

By law or by the hands of the club... I go down, you go down.

That's just the simple truth of it, Wayne.

CHIBS: We know one of you is telling the truth and one of you is not.

Up to you two to decide which is which.

HAPPY: No one comes out of this room until we have an answer.

FILTHY PHIL: What does that mean?

We're supposed to k*ll each other?

JUICE: We just need the truth.

CHIBS: Burden's on you to find it.

Or you're both d*ad.

(door slams)

MILES: Clay, I got the footage from the warehouse.

I checked the cameras.

No one but our guys came in or out.

It was all quiet.

CLAY: All right, then.

Head back up there, and, uh, give that back to Oswald's guy.

MILES: Okay.

(sniffles)

LYLA: Were you drunk?

OPIE: No.

LYLA: Why?

OPIE: I found the birth control in your dressing room.

(sniffles)

LYLA: You did it to get even?

OPIE: I don't know.

Look, I know you don't want another kid.

LYLA: I had an abortion.

OPIE: What?

LYLA: Last year.

Before the guys went inside.

OPIE: Mine?

LYLA: Yeah.

OPIE: I'll have Mary take the kids.

I'll crash at the clubhouse.

You tell me what you want to do.

CHIBS: Very quiet.

JUICE: You really think they took it?

CHIBS: Do you?

JUICE: Who knows?

CHIBS: Well, that's why they're in there.

JUICE: Do you ever push back against the rules?

Some of them are pretty hardcore.

CHIBS: Knew what they were when we signed up.

JUICE: The black thing ever bother you?

With Fiona, and all?

CHIBS: Fiona was an old lady.

JUICE: Yeah, I know, but still.

CHIBS: Listen, the rules have been around since day one.

Different time.

I'm not saying I agree with them all.

But you know, if I start picking and choosing which ones to follow, then... the whole thing just falls apart.

JUICE: Yeah.

CLAY: That was Alvarez.

Romeo wants to come see the warehouse, pick up his parts.

JAX: - Shit. CLAY: - Yeah.

JAX: What about Rafi?

CLAY: Pressed him pretty hard.

He's convinced it wasn't him.

JAX: Well, what if we're convinced it wasn't one of our guys?

CLAY: It had to be one of the prospects.

We gave them a chance.

Call Chibs. Let him know.

Yeah.

JAX: Jesus Christ.

CLAY: Hey, man.

Sometimes the herd needs thinning.

CHIBS: Romeo'll be here in an hour.

We've got to put one of these guys down.

JUICE: Are you serious?

CHIBS: Yeah.

JUICE: Jesus Christ.

It's bad enough we scared the shit out of them with the g*n bluff.

CHIBS: It's the only way to calm the cartel.

They're going to want a guilty body, and if we don't give it to them, they're going to take it as a sign of weakness.

Then they're going to want more blood.

I don't have any options.

JUICE: Hold up.

For all we know, Alvarez is playing us.

Him vouching for his own guy?

What the hell does that prove?

CHIBS: Juicy.

It's out of your hands.

JUICE: Hey.

Gotta give Phil and Rat one last chance.

JUICE: There's a guy on his way.

Expecting all that coke to be here.

That missing kilo isn't just about you.

It means trouble for the whole club.

So I'm going to give you both one last chance.

We're going to step outside.

And have a smoke.

And whoever took the brick... we know.

It's gotta be around here somewhere.

Just put it back.

No questions.

No repercussions.

CHIBS: 15 minutes.

(door slams)

CHIBS: Even if that brick shows up, them two are out.

JUICE: But at least they won't be d*ad.

And we'll get our blow back.

CHIBS: Happy, go sit on their bikes.

Block any exit strategy.

JUICE: I gotta take a piss.

Clear out.

Give them the 15.

ROOSEVELT: Can I help you?

UNSER: Sheriff Roosevelt, uh... Wayne Unser.

ROOSEVELT: Yeah.

UNSER: Someplace we can chat?

ROOSEVELT: What's on your mind?

UNSER: I got reason to believe that Dr. Tara Knowles might be in some kind of danger.

ROOSEVELT: Jax Teller's old lady.

UNSER: Yeah.

ROOSEVELT: Do you care to elaborate?

UNSER: Don't know much more.

(Roosevelt laughs)

ROOSEVELT: Okay.

From my understanding, you were on Clay Morrow's payroll.

I'd think you would know a lot more.

UNSER: I was never in nobody's pocket.

I learned how to work with the club.

It was about what was best for Charming.

Not me.

ROOSEVELT: Okay.

Well, if you want me to keep an eye on the doctor, you're going to have to give me more, and you know that.

So who's trying to hurt the lady, Chief?

UNSER: I've just heard some things.

Thought you should know.

ROOSEVELT: You know if anything happens to her, I'm going to come to you for answers.

MILES: Hey!

JUICE: Hey.

What are you doing out here?

MILES: Cutting through from the guardhouse.

What are you doing?

Jesus, you took it?

Hey, hey, hey!

JUICE: Whoa, easy, man!

I'm not carrying.

MILES: Shit, Juice.

JUICE: You gotta let me explain.

MILES: Yeah.

Back at the warehouse.

Let's go.

JUICE: Okay.

Here.

(g*n)

(Juice groaning)

(panting)

(Juice screams)

(screams)

Juice?

HAPPY: Juicy?

What the hell?

CHIBS: Holy shit.

(Juice whimpers)

JUICE: I came out to take a piss.

I spotted him pulling something out of the leaves.

He saw me and he freaked out.

He tried to k*ll me.

I took one trying to get the g*n.

CHIBS: Mother of Christ.

Come on.

(Juice groans)

HAPPY: Lying bitch.

CHIBS: Did you get him?

CHIBS: There, go over there.

JAX: Shit. The hell happened?

CHIBS: Miles.

(Juice groans)

CHIBS: Juicy boy caught him pulling this out of stash.

Shit, Miles?

HAPPY: He's very d*ad.

CLAY: I ought to sh**t you guys for patching him in.

Good work, Juicy.

JUICE: Yeah.

CLAY: Look, uh, Romeo's going to be here any minute.

JAX: Oh, we'll clean this up and pack it away.

CHIBS: Get him in the van.

CLAY: The thief, put him deep.

No marker. All right?

Have Laurel and Had y do it.

HAPPY: Yes, I will.

When you're finished here, find me. OPIE: - Doesn't make sense.

Miles?

JAX: Sometimes the vetting happens a little late, I guess.

Lucky it happened now.

DAWN: Do you remember?

TIG: No.

Yes.

No. Maybe.

Was I there, for sure?

DAWN: You were.

TIG: - Wow... CHUCKY: - Lemonade.

(imitating engine roaring)

BOBBY: Tig.

TIG: I'll be right there, baby.

What?

GEMMA: I spoke to Colleen.

TIG: What?

BOBBY: Fawn is fine.

She's in Chicago with her boyfriend for two weeks.

GEMMA: No bulimia.

Dawn's playing you, sweetheart.

TIG: Well, what's she want the 12 grand for?

GEMMA: Well, I don't know.

Why don't you ask her?

TIG: Maybe.

BOBBY: You okay, Tig?

TIG: Yeah.

Thanks.

GEMMA: This is why mothers should drown baby girls.

CHIBS: 30 keys.

ALVAREZ: That's good.

ROMEO: When's your next shipment?

JAX: Our guys are up north securing it from the Irish.

Haul 'em down in these oil barrels.

ROMEO: You white boys are pretty smart.

CLAY: We get by.

Could I get a minute?

ALVAREZ: Looks like you're a patch short.

JAX: No, we're not.

Won't happen again.

ALVAREZ: I know.

ROMEO: Do we have a problem?

CLAY: Yeah.

We have an internal thr*at.

A family member stumbled on some of our more sensitive information.

ROMEO: This is very bad.

CLAY: I know.

She's our doc.

She's got a level of access.

It got out of hand.

I'm afraid she's going to expose us.

ROMEO: The doctor-- that's your V.P.'s old lady?

CLAY: Yeah.

He don't know.

ROMEO: You have a very difficult decision, my friend.

CLAY: Trust me, it's been brutal.

But it's got to be done.

I need somebody from the outside.

I was hoping you might want to handle it.

ROMEO: Take a few days to put together.

CLAY: Okay.

ROMEO: I'm going to need all her info.

Pictures, vehicle, schedule.

It's gonna get expensive.

CLAY: Whatever it takes.

Romeo.

I'm sorry I let this happen.

ROMEO: We'll clean it up.

JAX: Hey, everything okay?

CLAY: Yeah. All good.

DAWN: Thank you, Daddy.

BOBBY: You gave her the money.

TIG: Oh, yeah.

GEMMA: She'll just be back for more.

TIG: Yeah, I know.

IMA: What's the matter?

You jealous?

So what, I can only be your bad girl?

JAX: That's right.

GEMMA: I changed the sheets.

You're all set in there.

OPIE: Thanks, Mom.

JAX: You ever flash that rancid p*ssy around my club or family again, I will k*ll you.

You understand?

Whore.
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