Previously on Sons of Anarchy...

GEMMA: How's it going with the gardens?

RITA: Not so good. We don't raise another 80,000 in the next three weeks, it's gone.

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

PINEY: I don't even know who you are anymore.

ALVAREZ: Rafi, Pedro, get the crew. They should be with the Sons to track those putos.

TARA: I found some of JT's old letters. John wanted to end the relationship with the Irish, stop the club from selling g*n. He was k*lled before that meeting happened.

PINEY: k*ll the drug muling or I'll let the rest of the club read the letters.

CLAY: The history that Tara and Piney know-- very dangerous. Now, we got to stop this in its tracks.

UNSER: I was hoping I could walk you to your car, bend your ear a bit.

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

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

POTTER: That's the point.

MILES: Jesus, you took it?

Back at the warehouse.

Let's go.

JUICE: Here.

(g*n)

(yelling)

I spotted him pulling something out of the leaves.

He saw me and he freaked out.

He tried to k*ll me.

CLAY: The way you handled this hard thing with Miles, I'm proud of you.

You earned this.

(grunting)

(branch cracks)

(dull thud)

(gasps)

(chokes)

(gasping)

(grunting)

(Motorcycles approaching)

Shit.

TIG: What the hell, man?

CHIBS: Where is he?

Juice!

Juicy-boy!

There.

JUICE: - Hey. TIG: - Hey.

What the hell you doing?

JUICE: Was pissing.

CHIBS: What's all this shit, huh?

Did you take a spill?

What's that?

JUICE: Oswald, man.

He's got those stupid security chains all over these back roads.

(laughs)

TIG: You clotheslined one?

Jackass.

JUICE: Yeah.

CHIBS: We got to go.

JUICE: What's up?

CHIBS: Vote.

JUICE: - Drugs? TIG: - Change of leadership.

(knocking)

(knocking)

TARA: Who is it?

Take the g*n, stay in the back room.

Go.

ROOSEVELT: Sorry about the hour, Ms. Knowles.

TARA: What is it?

ROOSEVELT: We just got a call from your administrator over at St. Thomas.

She's convinced you did receive a death thr*at.

TARA: I didn't take it seriously.

That's why I didn't report it.

ROOSEVELT: Then why did the MC post someone here to watch you?

There's a bike outside.

I'm assuming he's somewhere in the back-- armed.

TARA: The answer to that question will require a warrant.

ROOSEVELT: Oh, you really got it down, don't you?

TARA: I appreciate your concern, Sheriff.

ROOSEVELT: Well, it's more than concern, it's my legal obligation.

So I'm gonna post a unit outside, and I'll coordinate with the hospital security.

(baby cooing)

It's more than just your safety at stake.

But I'm sure you know that.

Sorry to disturb you.

(door opens, closes)

JAX: Piney wasn't gonna proxy this vote.

OPIE: Wanted a front row seat.

JAX: You talk to him yet?

OPIE: No.

So what happens if Bobby takes this vote?

JAX: Short term, not much he can do.

Pulls us away from Galindo.

Risk is too big.

OPIE: Long term, maybe Bobby's a better choice.

JAX: You thinking of going that way?

OPIE: Not sure.

You're staying in Clay's camp?

JAX: Look, I know it's dirty, bro.

But he's getting us whole.

Eventually, we're less desperate, make smarter choices.

CLAY: Let's vote this shit.

PINEY: I'm sorry, son.

OPIE: I love you, Pop.

I'm with you on this.

PINEY: Come on, let's go.

CLAY: All right.

There's a challenge on the table.

New president.

I don't think we need the formalities of nomination.

You want the chair.

BOBBY: I ain't got no choice.

CLAY: Okay.

Yea or nay.

Bobby taking the gavel.

Nay.

TIG: Nay.

(a*t*matic g*n)

(tires screeching)

Go, go, go!

Come on!

TIG: Don't move.

Stay down. Stay down.

JAX: You okay?

PHIL: Yeah.

JAX: Clear this shit out the way.

Check his ink. TIG: - Lobo Sonora!

HAPPY: - Be careful. CLAY: - Shit!

JAX: This woke up the whole hood, man.

CLAY: Get this assh*le to the rez.

Call the g*n warehouse, put them on alert.

TIG: I'll reach out to Alvarez.

CHUCK: Oh, man.

Clay!

This is bad!

Like, bad bad!

What is that?

JUICE: Holy shit.

That's... PINEY: - It's Armando.

♪ 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: You find out what he knows.

HAPPY: Bueno.

CHIBS: Hey.

Come on. You're with me.

JUICE: Yeah.

(engine starts)

PINEY: That bag of heads is your

"Get out of drugs free" card.

CLAY: What the hell you talking about?

PINEY: You tell the cartel we didn't sign up for this blood feud, and you want out.

CLAY: What do you think, I can just bail in the middle of this shit?

PINEY: That's exactly what you're gonna do.

And you're gonna do it today, 'cause your time is up.

If we're still in the drug business tomorrow, I'm delivering those letters to the club.

JAX: Hey.

g*n warehouse is safe, but the Mayan tortilla truck got jacked.

Full load of coke on the way out to dealers.

Three of Alvarez's guys MIA.

CLAY: g*dd*mn it.

TIG: These guys are military sharp.

CLAY: How did Tucson take the news?

BOBBY: They had assumed the worst.

(sirens approaching)

CLAY: Oh. Great. Chocolate rain.

(motorcycle engine starting)

JAX: - No, you take this.

Got it.

Go, go.

Hey. Where you going?

PINEY: The cabin.

OPIE: Come on, Pop.

Stay here. We need you.

PINEY: You keep your head down, boy.

(engine starts and revs)

CHUCK: Oh, come on.

(siren sounding)

Okay.

CLAY: We got it handled.

GEMMA: Handled?

They dumped a bag of heads.

I'm living in g*dd*mn Juarez here.

(Gemma sighs)

Garden fund-raiser's tonight.

JAX: Ain't gonna be any fund-raiser after this.

GEMMA: We can't back out.

JAX: We don't know what the hell we're dealing with here, Mom.

GEMMA: This noise is gonna be all over Charming.

If we hide, looks like we got something to hide from.

CLAY: Fund-raiser shows Charming the Sons give a shit.

We need that.

GEMMA: Have Phil shadow me.

Take a grenade to get past him.

CLAY: No. Tig.

He's the only one I trust to keep you safe.

JAX: Shit.

ROOSEVELT: All right. Lock it down!

JAX: Let me guess. You smell smoke?

ROOSEVELT: No.

b*ll*ts.

And based on all the calls and the looks of the clubhouse, I'm guessing they were of the a*t*matic variety.

JAX: Yeah, we noticed that.

Glad you're here.

Feel safer already.

ROOSEVELT: You have any idea who it was?

CLAY: Nope.

GEMMA: I don't like to point fingers, but, uh, Dezarian Motorworks, Tenth Street-- they've been kind of pissed off at us since we expanded our custom bike business.

ROOSEVELT: Disgruntled mechanics?

JAX: - Mm. GEMMA: - Armenians.

Very unstable people.

ROOSEVELT: Well, I really appreciate your cooperation, but we'll still have to conduct a full investigation.

JAX: Knock yourself out.

ROOSEVELT: You know, I really hope this att*ck doesn't have anything to do with the thr*at on Dr. Knowles.

The hospital confirmed it.

Tara and I had another chat this morning.

You know, you have a beautiful family, Jax.

Be really sad to see their daddy catch a b*llet.

JAX: Yeah.

It would be.

You have kids?

ROOSEVELT: No.

JAX: You really should.

It's good to have a reason not to die.

ROOSEVELT: Your compound is a crime scene.

Lock it down, and stay the hell out of my way.

Okay, okay.

GEMMA: Tara's fine.

I just talked to her.

She's on her way to work.

Rat's with her.

CLAY: Take care of her.

TIG: Always.

JAX: Let's get out of here.

CLAY: Love you.

(rock music playing)

CANE: Hey.

You got to clear out here.

This is a crime scene.

Hey, I'm talking to you.

CHUCK: Making chili for the fund-raiser.

CANE: I don't give a shit. Let's go.

ROOSEVELT: Let him make the chili.

Stay in this kitchen, you hear?

CHUCK: Yes, sir.

ROOSEVELT: Hey. Turn that music off.

HAPPY: He hasn't said a word.

JAX: You sure you didn't cut out his tongue?

HAPPY: Not yet.

And I'm running out of ideas.

(vehicle approaching)

RAFI: Galindo.

Now it's time to pray, you bastard.

CLAY: You told us we didn't have to worry stateside, Lobo had no northern networks.

LUIS: They don't.

What's our guest saying?

CHIBS: Nothing.

LUIS: He's definitely Lobo.

Ex-military, infantry.

HAPPY: What's that for?

LUIS: Sodium pentothal.

Time to get him talking.

Pedro, take him to the back.

LUIS: That Lobo says there's a rat in your crew with roots in Nogales.

ALVAREZ: He's a lying bitch, this one.

JAX: It don't matter Mayan or Son.

That bitch is d*ad.

ALVAREZ: That guy is full of shit, man.

LUIS: No, he's full of truth serum, and if he says the Lobo's getting intel from a Mayan, then he's not lying.

CLAY: A Mayan with family in Nogales.

Now, who would that be, Marcus?

ALVAREZ: Pedro.

JAX: That Pedro?

Scumbag was in my clubhouse.

OPIE: That's how they knew where to h*t us, where the cut and the bag was.

I'm gonna rip off his heart. f*ck... Bastard.

Hey, hey.

Don't touch him..

JAX: Look, if Pedro is the pipeline to Lobo, then let's feed him something useful.

Our g*n.

We'll tell 'em we're moving them out of Cali tomorrow, that we're storing them here tonight.

Then you and your guys take 'em down.

LUIS: That soldier says there's about 25 Lobos local.

I only have four other men with me.

I'll need support.

BOBBY: Oh, Jesus.

JAX: We're not exactly an infantry unit, bro.

LUIS: Well, you will be, because make no mistake, gentlemen.

We're at w*r.

(indistinct chatter)

Yeah. Good.

Come on, brother.

CLAY: Alvarez is gonna bait the hook-- let Pedro know the g*n will be here at 8:00.

JAX: All right, I'm gonna put the prospects on the warehouse, pull Tacoma into this.

CLAY: I'm gonna cancel the fund-raiser.

JAX: No, man.

It's good you be there.

Puts us somewhere else if this gets noisy.

(Clay sighs)

CLAY: I know every thought that's going through your head right now.

But we got to roll as one into this.

Otherwise, we're all d*ad.

BOBBY: Yeah, I know.

CLAY: You'll get your leadership vote.

BOBBY: Let's hope there's someone left standing to lead.

(sighing)

OPIE: I'm gonna ride out to Mary's, see my kids.

JAX: That's good, man.

Where's Piney?

OPIE: Tequila retreat.

Cabin.

JAX: I'll take a ride out, check in on him.

OPIE: Appreciate it.

JAX: I'm sorry, man. I never thought muling would lead to this shit.

OPIE: I know. We're in it now, brother. Got to get it done, move past it.

JAX: Yeah.

CANE: Hey?

That chili ready yet?

CHUCK: No.

It's got to simmer for, like, a long time.

CANE: No, it's simmered enough.

Give me two bowls of it.

(motorcycles approaching)

GEMMA: Hey.

Thought you were in surgery today.

TARA: I've been pulled.

Apparently, the hospital feels my presence there is a thr*at.

GEMMA: Ah, shit.

(sighs)

TARA: Am I crazy, Gemma?

Why do I believe him when he says it'll get better?

GEMMA: 'Cause he means it.

No one saw this coming, baby.

I hate this shit, too.

TARA: I'm trying this his way.

I really am.

GEMMA: I know you are.

So does Jax.

We pull through, and we stick it out.

That's what family does.

Come on.

Let's go check on my chili.

Come on.

What do you think, guys, good?

Yeah, it's good.

I'll be... I'll be right back.

Hey, uh, hang on. Gemma, hang on.

It's not ready.

Gemma! Hey!

GEMMA: Hey.

Did you follow the recipe?

CHUCK: I had to add a few things of my own.

GEMMA: I can see that.

TARA: Is it spicy?

GEMMA: Uh, very.

Actually made my eyes burn.

TARA: Oh.

CHUCK: May have gotten in over my head.

GEMMA: Yeah, well, you know, it's an old family recipe.

It's a delicate process.

I probably should've made it myself.

Uh, why don't you take it up to the reservation.

I think Happy likes it that hot. Yeah.

CHUCK: I accept that.

CLAY: Elliott.

OSWALD: Bring me out here to pick flowers?

(laughs)

CLAY: Something like that.

Town needs 75K to save this place.

OSWALD: So I hear.

CLAY: You and me are gonna cover it.

OSWALD: What the hell are you talking about?

CLAY: Charming needs a hero, Elliott.

Hale's backing on Charming Heights is gonna fall apart.

Next time the eminent domain vote comes before city council, it's got to lose.

OSWALD: You promised me you wouldn't shit on this, Clay.

CLAY: We sway public opinion against Hale.

He loses the 99 on-ramp, and all that land reverts back to you.

We all win.

OSWALD: Hale will just find another way.

CLAY: Eh.

Two-year term.

He's already spent a year funneling policy into his own pocket.

These people ain't stupid.

OSWALD: Where you going with this?

CLAY: I ain't going anywhere.

That's the point.

I know who I am, what I do.

Keeping Charming the way it is, that's what I get out of this.

I got no agenda here.

I just want my town back.

Think about it. I'll see you later.

PINEY: Well, well, well.

You on task or is this a, uh, social call?

JAX: I'm just checking in.

PINEY: I'm fine.

JAX: Yeah?

PINEY: Yeah.

JAX: I know you and Clay have been going at it over this whole cartel thing.

PINEY: You don't know anything.

(door opens)

(sighs)

JAX: Look, I get it.

You're pissed.

I'm just trying to tell you my side of it.

PINEY: Do you have a side anymore?

JAX: Okay.

I'm sorry.

PINEY: For ten years, I gave up on this club.

Rode my limit just to keep the patch.

And then you came up.

You reminded me so much of John.

Just... It felt like maybe our idea still had a chance.

JAX: Well, I'm not my old man.

PINEY: Oh, I'm very clear on that now.

JAX: You need to rip him off the pedestal, Piney.

JT bailed on all of us.

You trying to tell me you didn't know about Maureen Ashby?

About Trinity?

PINEY: Maureen was a distraction.

But when your brother took a turn for the worse, your dad was right back here.

JAX: Yeah, damage already done.

PINEY: We all do damage.

Character's determined by how we repair it.

JAX: Well, JT didn't repair much.

PINEY: He didn't have a chance.

You do!

JAX: I'm fixing what matters!

You know, my old man was right about one thing.

This club has lost its way.

And I thought I was the guy that was gonna change that.

And then I realized that that arrogance, that that belief that one man can change it, is what drove my old man into the ground.

PINEY: Defeat is not what k*lled your father!

JAX: I don't want to hear about history!

I'm taking care of what's in front of me.

PINEY: You and Clay both.

JAX: This isn't about Clay.

It's about me.

It's about me figuring out what I got to do today that keeps me alive tomorrow.

This ain't about the club, Piney.

It's about my family.

(Piney chuckles)

PINEY: I won't tell you how much you just sounded like your old man.

Your father was... He was the best man I ever knew.

And before you let him die, you should find him... and know that for yourself.

♪ I got to sleep, I dream of you and when I wake up, there'll be no one ♪

♪ 'Cause I know love will not fear this there's no use trying to conceal it ♪

♪ Close my eyes... ♪

ROOSEVELT: Hey. Are you okay?

RITA: This was a waste of time.

ROOSEVELT: Oh, come on, that's not true.

RITA: No, it was grandiose of me to think that I could pull this off.

ROOSEVELT: No, you went with your gut.

You mething because you knew it was right.

RITA: And created tension between you and the mayor.

ROOSEVELT: Well, you know, that's my favorite part.

I love getting under that guy's skin.

CLAY: Mrs. Roosevelt.

Excuse me.

ROOSEVELT: What?

CLAY: Uh, I was hoping I could say a few words to the folks, make a formal donation.

Family friendly.

Promise.

RITA: - Sure. ROOSEVELT: - Yeah?

RITA: It's okay.

GEMMA: That went well.

Cállate, Pedro.

CLAY: My wife grew up in this town.

It became my home 31 years ago.

I love Charming.

I know some of you have an opinion about my club.

You think maybe we overstayed our welcome.

But ask yourself this.

What's worse?

A few broken windows, some fighting now and again, or bulldozers gutting the heart of your town?

Sons of Anarchy have always stood up for Charming.

We pride ourselves in knowing that we've kept this town tight-knit.

Supported and protected small business owners.

Charming Heights is the beginning of the end.

Sooner or later, your businesses are gonna end up just like this garden-- hanging on by a thread, hoping, praying for the charity of others.

Tonight, I offer that charity.

Two checks.

$75,000.

(cheering, applause)

Nice. Nice.

CLAY: One of those checks is from me, so I know what you're thinking.

Blood money, probably stole it.

It's okay, you can think that.

But the other check comes from a man who believes in this town even more than I do.

A man whose family has pumped lifeblood into this community for almost 50 years.

So, if you can't thank me, you should definitely thank him.

The guy who should be mayor.

Elliott Oswald.

(cheering, applause)

(vehicles approaching)

(quiet murmuring)

OPIE: Got two vehicles.

TORRES: Wait for my signal.

Conmigo.

CHIBS: Hey.

Hey.

Come on.

JAX: One of them's leaving.

That's Luis.

Where'd they go?

Check it.

Empty.

LUIS: No one on the perimeter.

What the hell is this?

BOBBY: Trojan tortilla?

CHIBS: That's got to be rigged.

This thing will blow us all to hell.

JAX: Where's Pedro?

ALVAREZ: Open it.

JAX: Step back.

BOBBY: Back. Back!

C'mon rat. Come here.

Stay here.

BOBBY: Jesus Christ.

OPIE: How the hell did they know that we were waiting for 'em?

ALVAREZ: Pedro never left our sight.

JAX: Yeah.

Looks like the competition's one step ahead.

(grunts, groaning)

(groaning)

(crickets chirping)

JAX: Sent Samtaz the rest of Armando.

Luis is sending more guys.

Be here tomorrow.

Gonna keep Tacoma at the warehouse.

CLAY: Shit.

BOBBY: This is on Galindo to fix.

ALVAREZ: We'll get Romeo up here, clean it up.

BOBBY: Good.

JUICE: Gonna head back to the warehouse with Tacoma.

I won't be able to sleep.

CHIBS: Yeah.

Okay.

(motorcycle engines starting)

(door creaks open)

(Jax sighs)

TARA: It's just a matter of time before it hurts our kids.

JAX: I'd never let that happen.

TARA: I'm sorry.

I have to go.

I have to get them out of here.

JAX: I know.

I thought I knew what we were getting into.

We're in over our head.

TARA: There's a... conference up at Providence Hospital in Oregon, day after tomorrow.

They're interested in me.

JAX: You should go.

Take Elyda, bring the boys with you.

Just stay there until things calm down here.

Then we'll figure it all out.

(Tara sighs)

TARA: What about Gemma?

JAX: Tell her the truth.

You're protecting our family.

(phone ringing)

GEMMA: Hey, baby.

Where are you?

GEMMA: Heading home.

You okay?

CLAY: Yeah.

GEMMA: The thing with the cartel?

CLAY: Yeah, we're still working it.

Uh, I'm gonna stay at the clubhouse, try to figure some of this shit out.

GEMMA: You want me to come by?

CLAY: Nah. I'm in lockdown in the chapel.

I need the quiet.

GEMMA: Okay.

CLAY: Love you.

GEMMA: Love you, too.

TIG: You okay?

GEMMA: Yeah.

(inhales sharply)

Take me home, Tiggy.

(grunts)

JUICE: Oh, shit.

(Juice sighs)

You scared me, man.

(chain clinking)

CHIBS: Jesus!

What the hell were you doing?

You coward!

(Juice sobbing)

CHIBS: Get up. Come on.

Get up.

(Juice crying)

Come on, boy. Come on.

(knocking)

CLAY: Either pull the trigger, or let me in.

PINEY: Give me the nine.

And the boot.

You have something to tell me?

CLAY: Shit went down today, things got complicated with Galindo.

I'm gonna need more time.

PINEY: More time, more death.

CLAY: Yeah, I'm trying to do the right thing here.

PINEY: The right thing for you.

That's all you've ever done at the head of that table.

Lead by greed.

CLAY: Oh, if you hated me so much, why'd you sponsor me?

Patch me in?

(Piney laughs)

PINEY: Because back then, you could be trusted.

CLAY: Oh.

And so now I'm supposed to trust you?

These, um... pointed letters you're supposed to have-- what's to prevent you from showing them even after I k*ll the cartel deal?

PINEY: That's a risk you're gonna have to take.

(Clay sighs)

CLAY: Okay.

I'll call Romeo.

But if there's retaliation, that blood's on your hands.

(Piney yells, groans)

(yells, groans)

Where are the letters?

(Piney grunts)

Where did you put 'em?

(Piney groaning)

They're not here.

Where are they?!

(Piney groans)

(Piney groans)

Tara still got 'em?

PINEY: My God, how would Tara know?

CLAY: She's the one that gave 'em to you.

You don't think I knew that, old man?

PINEY: Just leave her out of it, huh?

CLAY: Too late.

(grunts, guttural gasping)

(sighs)
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