A warehouse of w*apon of Sons

Un Mayans : They sell birdseed, ése

Un autre Mayans : Are you kidding me, man?

Marcus : In the back. White boy was right. M*s. Niners had a special order. Full auto, laser sc*pes.

Un Mayans : N*gg*rs still couldn't h*t sh*t.

Marcus : Load the M*s and the Gl*cks in the truck, huh?

Un Mayans : Here

Un autre Mayans : What about the other g*ns and sh*t?

Marcus : Torch it

In the shop

Jax : Hey, Louise

Louise : You know, you can buy these by the case. Be a lot cheaper

Jax : No, a box at a time keeps me humble. Get a pack of smokes too, darling

Louise : It was my favorite. What the hell is that?

Jax : Oh, sh*t!

A warehouse of w*apon

Clay : What the hell happened?

Vic : Propane thanks caught f*re. a*mo was in there. The place just bl*w.

Clay : sh*t

Vic : Yeah. The f*re dick says it was a*son. Saw a lot of boot prints

Clay : Cowboy boots?

Vic : Yeah, Ithink so

Tig : sh*t-eating Mayans, man

Jax : Where the hell was Rodrigo?

Vic : No sign of your watchman

Clay : What's the exposure?

Vic : Officially? Me and the f*re department. The f*re captain can be convinced to rethink his report

Jax : Unofficially?

Vic : Unofficially, this blast was seen in two counties. This location is d*ad

Clay : Jesus Christ. The M*s?

Vic: Gone. As are most of the Gl*cks

Jax : Get the firemen on board. Don't want this sh*t hitting A*F's radar. Let's get out of here

Vic : No, you gotta see something else

Clay : Do we really? g*dd*mn. Fried and refried

Tig : They're illegals. Part of our assembly crew

Vic : We found them before the F.D. went through

Clay : Ah, after the smoke clears, get rid of the bod*es

Vic : What am I supposed to tell our boys up in Oaktown? I'm supposed to deliver five cases to Laroy before tomorrow morning

Clay : Call the gangster hotline, set a meeting

Jax : All right, here

Clay : Two in the back of the h*ad. Quick and painless

Jax : It ain't easy being king

Clay : Yeah, you remember that

The garage Teller Morrow

Jax : Some days, you're the Beemer. Some days, you're the g*dd*mn deer

Chibs : Some yuppie creamed her up at the streams

Jax : He run into it or h*t a tree while it was giving him head?

Prospect : How the hell you want me to get it out of there? Come on. Jesus, man.

Jax : Just pretend it's carve-your-own-steak night at Sizzler

Prospect : I don't eat meat, man.

Jax : Figure it out, grunt

Chibs : What the hell happened?

Jax : Mayans t*rched the warehouse. Stole the Niners' M*s

Chibs : Holy sh*t

Jax : Clay's gone to sit down with Laroy. Try and buy us some time

Chibs : Niners already paid for that hardware

Jax : That's the tricky part

Cell phone ringing

Jax : Hey, Ma.

Gemma : Did you go to storage?

Jax : Not yet

Gemma : I hope there's something you can use. Haven't looked through that baby stuff in years

Jax : I'm sure anything will help

Gemma : Still coming to dinner tomorrow night? I'm picking up steaks from German

Jax : Oh, you know it

Gemma : You should bring Chibs and that new kid

Jax : New kid doesn't eat meat

Gemma : Don't patch him in. Can't trust anyone who doesn't eat meat.

Jax : Hay, you heard from my crazy ex-wife at all? Never answers her g*dd*mn phone

Gemma : That's because she knows it's you

Jax : She's supposed to be sending me the doctor bills. Haven't seen one in weeks

Gemma : I'll go by on my way home. I'll check in on her

Jax : Thanks... Grandma!

Gemma : assh*le!

In the park

Laroy : Long ride from Charming to Oakland.How come Easy Rider meeting me face-to-face?

Clay : Assembly warehouse b*rned down. All the g*ns, including your M*s, bl*wn to sh*t

Laroy : There's zero balance due on that hardware

Clay : The shipment is gonna be a little late

Laroy : That can't happen. Got a shipment of my own coming in. Very important cargo

Clay : I've been doing business with the One-Niners for a long time. I always respected our arrangement. I never sold g*n one to the Mexicans. Now I need for you to show me a little respect... and give me a few more days for delivery

Laroy : Don't give a sh*t about history or respect. This is about business, old man.

Clay : And I'm telling you, brother... giving me some more time, really smart business

Laroy : You got till Sunday. I don't get those M*s by then... there's gonna be some new black faces cruising the streets of Charming. And a b*rned-down warehouse is gonna be the least of your problems

In the garage

Jax read : The life and d*ath os Sam Crow. How the Sons of Anarchy lost their way. By John Thomas Teller. For my sons : Thomas, who's already at peace, and Jackson... may he never know this life of chaos.

In the club

Prospect : Just put it over there

Bobby : Half-Sack. Piney clogged the toilet again

Prospect : Jesus Christ, that guy sh*ts more than a grizzly, man. It ain't human. Hey, hey, just put it right here, under the...

Long John : Where did you get that name. Half-Sack

Prospect : Oh, man, I, uh, gotmy left nut blown off by an APer frag in Iraq. Look at that guy

Clay : Jesus Christ. Put that deformed nut bag away, will you?

Prospect : Sorry Clay, I...

Tig : Disappear, go on

Clay : Find Jax

Chibs : Jax ! Hey, Jax, we're at the table

Jax : Okay

At home Jax

Gemma : Wendy! Stupid Junkie bitch!

Sons are meeting around the table

Clay : We got one more day out of Laroy. That's it. Niners are expecting a huge heroin shipment. Carbines are for protection.

Bobby : What happens if those Mayans crash that dope party with Laroy's M*s?

Jax : We lose all the Niner business, buy ourselves a huge black...

Clay : That ain't gonna happen. These Mexi assholes come into our territory? They steal from us? They sh*t on our livelihood? And I don't care who we gotta grease or k*ll. I want those g*dd*mn g*ns back.

Jax : All right, me and Chibs will pull together our current intel on the Mayans. Juice, start hacking into crime databases. Get addresses on any Mayans in the system.

Clay : Find those g*ns, Bobby. I wanna Fat Man and Little Boy every inch of that g*dd*mn place.

Jax : Bobby's got Tahoe this weekend

Bobby : I'm canceling that sh*t

Jax : No, man

Bobby : I should be able to decide

Clay : You got two ex-wives who already spent the g*dd*mn casino checks. Last thing we need is Pls and lawyers camping out out front

Bobby : Who's gonna handle the pyro I'm not there?

Tig : Nobody blows up sh*t better than Opie

Jax : Opie's leaning right these days

Clay : Opie's gonna lean any way we need him to. You get him on board

Bobby : So you're sure you're okay with me stepping away from this?

Clay : Yeah, yeah, take the Prospect with you

Bobby : Yeah, I'll get him half-laid

Clay : What is that smell?

Bobby : Yo

Clay : Oh, sh*t

Gemma arrives at the garage Teller

Gemma : I tried calling you

Jax : What is it?

At the hospital Saint Thomas

Gemma : I found these matches next to a bunch of her empty thumb bags. Hairy Dog

Clay : sh*t. It's gotta be the Nords dealing out of the Dog again

Bobby : Darby got out of Chino two weeks ago

Clay : Yeah, well, call that n*zi prick. Set a meeting

Jax : What the hell happened?

Tara : When waas the last time you saw her?

Jax : Couple of weeks

Tara : Her hands and feet were full of tracks. Toxicology reports aren't back yet, but it's most likely crank.

Jax : The baby?

Tara : We had to do an emergency C-section. He's 10 weeks premature

Jax : Holy sh*t

Tara : Come on, let's sit down and I'll walk you through it

Jax : Just tell me

Tara : He's got a congenital heart defect and gastroschisis, a tear in his abdomen. The gastro and the early birth are from the drugs. But the CHD is probably...

Gemma : The family flaw

Tara : Yes, it's genetic. Either one would be serious, but not life-thr*at. However, the two of them together... Dr Namid gives him a 20 percent chance, and I'm afraid that's being optimistic.

Jax : She never wanted to talk to me. I didn't know

Tara : Her OB said she missed her last three appointments. No one knew. Dr Namid wants to fix his belly first. Then if he s*ab, he'll go in and try to repair the heart. I'm sorry, Jax. I can take you to see him now.

Jax : Tara! You don't have to do this. I'm sure you got other patients

Tara : I asked Dr Namid if I could assist. I wanna help your son

Jax : His name's Abel

Tara : That's a good name. Jax!

Gemma : Jackson!

Jax : Go with Tara. I got something to do

Clay : Watch his back

In a bar

Jax : Sell crank to my pregnant ex-wife?

Bobby : Easy, boys

Chibs : Whoa, whoa, whoa. I think you made your point

Jax : Stupid peckerwood sh*thead

Bobby : Enjoy your lunch. Shish keballs are on me.

Bobby : You're Okay ?

Jax : Yeah, I'm gonna go find Opie

Bobby : All right

On the workplace of Opie

Opie : So everybody's saying it was a g*n factory that blew up out by the streams

Jax : Mayans h*t us. Stole our M*s. We need you

Opie : For what?

Jax : Bobby's got a gig this weekend

Opie : No way man

Jax : Gotta get in and out fast. You're the only guy who can pull it off

Opie : You think I wanna be here chipping wood for sh*t pay? I made a promise to Donna. I'm earning straight

Jax : Come on, Opie. Weall earn straight. I spend 40 hours a week with a g*dd*mn power tool in my hand

Opie : When you're on Clay's payroll, everything in your hand is a power tool.

Jax : You saying no to the club?

Opie : Everything turned to sh*t since I got out. I'm in debt up to my eyeballs. My kids hardly know me. I even mention Samcro to Donna, she's gonna bust out crying.

Jax : Look, man, if you need money...

Opie : I don't wanna borrow. I wanna earn

Jax : Family's just gotta adjust to you being around again. Kids have gotta get used to how ugly their dad is. Donna knows what the life is.

Opie : You leave a woman alone for five years, two kids... the only thing that she knows is that she doesn't want it to happen again

Boss Opie : Break's over. Let's go

Opie : Let me know when you need me

Sons are meeting around the table

Clay : What's the, uh, Nords' roster looking like these days?

Bobby : Fifteen, 16 guys. A few new kids breaking in. Same extreme hate sh*t

Juice : Still got meth labs outside of Lodi. Selling mostly to truckers, some of the Mexi gangs

Jax : You think they're stepping up?

Clay : Hmm. Only two things feel good in the joint: Jerking off and thinking about the sh*t you're gonna do when you get out. Darby's been in there for three years. I just wanna make sure all his big-sh*t dreams ended up in his cum rag... and not on his to-do list. How's his guy doing?

Juice : Fractures cheek, broken nose, left nut swinging solo.

Chibs : Yes, it was beatiful. That's my boy, ha, ha

Jax : Yeah, he's lucky to be breathing

Clay : So, uh, any luck up north?

Happy : Tacoma can help with the Glocks, but there's no M*s anywhere. Washington State, Oregon, Nevada, nobody's got stock, man

Jax : We'll have all the Mayan intel by the morning. We'll get our g*ns back

Clay : Oh, yeah, we will. Treasury?

Bobby : All the bills are paid. Bar is stocked. Uh, run fund is covered for the next two months. Tig's the only man who owes me dues

Tig : I'm a little short. Catch you next week

Happy : Guess those little Thai boys are getting expensive, huh?

Tig : Ha-ha-ha. Yeah, they are. How about I slit your eyes and have you suck my dick?

Clay : All right, all right. Anything else?

Piney : Yeah, I, uh, just wanna say to Jackson on a club level...the Sons of Anarchy, the Redwood Original, is here for you. Your father would be proud of the man you've become, you know. Every time I see you sitting at this table, well, I do a double take at you.

Opie : It's probably just the weed, Pop

Piney : Probably. I mean, he's... Anyway, whatever you need, son, it's yours.

Jax : Thank you, Piney. Thanks boys

Clay : Meeting closed

Always at the club

Prospect : Here you go, Clay

Clay : Thanks, kid

Prospect : Bobby?

Bobby : Yeah

Clay : What the hell is that smell?

Bobby : I don't know. God if I know. I smell it too

Clay : It's that box

Bobby : What is it?

Clay : I don't know

Bobby : Oh, damn.

Prospect : Hey that's mine

Bobby : Are you out of your g*dd*mn mind?

Prospect : No I just... You know, I throught it was like a surprise. We could mount it in the club. You know, like on the wall

Jax : It's gotta be stuffed and treated, you idiot

Prospect : Yeah, I know, I just... Stuffed with what?

It's party at the Sons, Tig and Happy make a boxing match

Clay : Get up!

Bobby : Did, uh, Rosen track down any real estate for the rebuild?

Clay : Ten acres for sale up North 84. You know, a stretch of industry, paint factories, container yards. Kick his ass!

Piney : Trucking in supplies will look like regular business

Jax : What'd happen if we didn't rebuild?

Clay : What do you mean?

Jax : Take the land profit, put it in something else. Hey, I'm just thinking about what's best long-term. We got heat with the Mayans, A*F crawling up our ass. Might be time to look at other ways to earn

Clay : Well, there's a lot of sh*t upin the air right now. Well figure out what the next move is. Bobby break that sh*t up

Bobby : All right, all right, all right. No, no, no. Hey, step down. Step down. Hug it up. Yeah

Clay : You dooing okay?

Jax : Yeah

Clay : Your mom says you haven't been back to the hospital

Jax : Come on, man, don't push me out of this.

Clay : I know you're all spun out over Wendy and the kid. Understandable. It's awful sh*t. But your father and I, we worked hard to create this business. We served time. We lost brothers. We spilled a lot of blood. And you're gonna need this now more than ever. A sick kid, it's an expensive burden. You wanna do the right thing by your family... don't you?

Jax : Yeah, of course

Clay : Well, then go see your son

Jax : All right

Jax hand see Wendy at the hospital

Wendy : I didn't think you'd wanna see me. Everyone hates me. I'm sorry Jax. I'm so sorry. Please don't hate me

Jax : You need to get help, Wendy

Wendy : I know, I know. I will, I promise. This time, I promise. The doctor said Abel's getting stronger. He said maybe they would fix his belly. Maybe tomorrow morning

Jax : They'll do everything they can

Wendy : My lawyer said they might file criminal charges. Fetal abuse. I got stuff back at the house in the stash drawer

Jax : Jesus Christ

Wendy : Just if they find that sh*t, they're gonna put me away. You own the house, Jax. I'd hate to see this blow back on you

Jax : Yeah of course

Wendy : Jax, wait. Please, please, Jax

Jax comes home

Jax : It's almost midnight

Gemma : This place is a g*dd*mn pigsty

Jax : Cleaning was never her strong suit

Gemma : What are you doing here?

Jax : It's my house

Gemma : You know what I mean. I don't want you to see it this way

Jax : Mom, you don't have to do this.

Gemma : Look, I just wanna get it livable. Buy you some decent carpet. Cigarette burns everywhere

Jax : Mom!

Gemma : Get you out of that dorm room, back home with your son

Jax : Mom, for chrissakes, stop cleaning. He's not gonna make it

Gemma : What are you talking about? What happened?

Jax : He was born with half a stomach and a hole in his heart. He's gonna d*e

Gemma : Do you say that. You are the only one this boy's got. You don't believe he's gonna live, you might as well go and k*ll him yourself. I'm sorry. You gotta go see him, Jax

Jax : I can't

Gemma : Why? Because he'll break your heart? It's called being a father

Jax : For how long? A day? A week?

Gemma : You know, you were born with that same heart defect... your little brother had. You seem pretty sturdy to me. I came through hell. Landed on my feet. Your father was h*t by a g*dd*mn semi, dragged 178 yards...and that bastard lived for two more days. Tellers do not d*e easy

Jax : No, we just d*e bloody

Gemma : That's the Irish in us

Jax : When you and dad hooked up, he ever talk to you about his vision? About what he wanted from the club?

Gemma : His vision was... you know, what it is. A brotherhood. Family

Jax : And running g*ns? He want that?

Gemma : He never talked about that. Why?

Jax : I found a box of his old sh*t in the storage unit. There's, like, pictures and journals and... Things I never knew about him

Gemma : What kind of things?

Jax : It seemed like his original idea for the MC was something simpler. You know, social rebellion. He called it a Harley commune. It wasn't outlaw. It was real hippie sh*t.

Gemma : We had a lot of bright ideas back then. We were kids. Your father became a man. Man take care of business

Jax : Yeah, we do. You should get home, Mom. Finish cleaning tomorrow. I'll lock up.

Gemma : Ok, darling

Jax : Good night, mom

Gemma : Good night, baby

In the board of Gemma and Clay

Gemma : How are the hands, baby?

Clay : Ah. Just the damp. Where have you been?

Gemma : Cleaning up at Jax's

Clay : Of course you were. All this stuff with Abel is pushing some old buttons, huh?

Gemma : It's not my buttons I'm worried about. Jax is going through some sh*t

Clay : Yeah,I know

Gemma : Not just with the kid

Clay : What do you mean?

Gemma : He found a box of John's stuff in storage. He was aking me about his original vision for the club. Did he wanna get into running g*ns?

Clay : Tonight he said that maybe we shouldn't rebuild the factory

Gemma : sh*t, He's getting chewed up by that guilt. Remorse is a dangerous thing. Look what Tommy's d*ath did to John. It changed him. Made him soft. You've gotta nail Jax down. You have to nail him down hard, Clay. Whatever it takes. I don't want the ghost of John poisoning him... ruining everything we've built

Clay : Nothing is gonna get ruined, okay? Just don't throw your panic into high gear.

Gemma : They respect him. Jax is strong. And when you step down as presi...

Clay : Hey, hey, I'm not going anywhere

Gemma : I know baby. I know. It's just, when you can't ride anymore... they'll vote my son in as president. I just wanna make sure he's following in the right father's footsteps. Okay?

In a cafe, the Sons have an appointment with Darby

Clay : A little get-well present for your guy, Darby

Darby : That's some serious iron. Izzy'll like that, thank you

Jax : Figurent it would give him something that had some balls

Clay : I know what it's like running a crew. Sometimes your guys do sh*t... without thinking things through

Darby : My guys are thinking just fine

Jax: They thinking fine when they sell crank to my pregnant ex?

Darby : That was unfortunate. How's your little family doing, anyway?

Clay : All right, all right, Everybody contain your sh*t.

Un Nords : Get off me

Clay : You done?

Jax : Yeah

Clay : Sorry folks. Go back to your corndogs. Won't happen again

Darby : I made sure the brotherhood had Opie's back every minute that he was in Chino

Clay : Oh, I know how it works inside, Darby. Question is, do you remember how it works outside?

Un Nords : A lot changes in three years

Clay : And a lot stays the same. Nothing happens in Charming we don't control or get a piece of.

Bobby : If we wanted a meth trade, we'd have one

Jax : We don't

Clay : You know the drill. I mean, you can cook all the crank you want along the border. But you do not deal in Charming.

Darby : We ain't the only cook shop in town. Devil wants in, he'll get in.

Clay : Well, then you got your work cut out for you. Because the next time the devil crosses the border... I'm coming after you. And next time, I'm not gonna use a 357... as a get-well present

Darby : There's no need to be making thr*at. Me and my boys have always managed to make things work with Samcro.

Clay : Good

Jax : Milk and Cookies are on us

The hospital St Thomas

Tara : Abel's stomach surgery went well, but it's putting a strain on his system. Dr Namid doesn't wanna wait. We should do the heart surgery now

Luanne : That's good, right? That they're not waiting?

Tara : It's the best choice, yes

Gemma : Thanks

Tara : Can we talk?

Gemma : What is it?

Tara : Wendy's in really bad shape. She's still detoxing. Can't stop crying

Gemma : And?

Tara : I was hoping mayde you could talk to her. Just let her know she's not all alone

Gemma : Trust me. Nothing I'm gonna say to that crank whore is gonna make her feel loved

Tara : I forgot just how forthright you can be

Gemma : You forgot a lot of thinks, sweetheart

Tara : If you have a problem with me assisting on Abel's case, just say so.

Gemma : You a good doctor?

Tara : Yes

Gemma : Then I don't have a problem

Tara : Good. Look, people change. I'm not the same girl Iwas 10 years ago

Gemma : I am. Guess there's some things you can't change

Tara : I leave it there so I remember all that sh*t's behind me

Gemma : Forgot just how clever you can be. Bitch

Sons of the club

Jax : Mayans got two shops where they cut and bag the heroin. twenty minutes outside of Oakland. Here

Juice : Marcus Alvarez, presient of the Oakland charter... owns both buildings where they run their dope

Chibs : The local cops are on the payroll, so it's a no-hassle gig

Jax : Which makes them lazy. Alvarez don't try too hard to cover his tracks

Tig : He knows that we'd be on to cut shops. He wouldn't take a chance housing the M*s there

Clay : Stores them someplace off the grid

Jax : Backtracked one of Alvarez' dummy corporations... in San Leandro, along the UPac rail line. Here. Marcalva Industrial Storage. Way off the grid

Clay : Good work, kids

Opie preparing expl*sives at him

Donna : What are you doing?

Opie : Gotta make a run

Donna : What's in the bag?

Opie : Nothing

Donna : You promised you were done

Opie : It's got nothing to do with you

Donna : I get sh*t on if you get caught

Opie : Not gonna happen

Donna : You sat in a cell for five years while Clay and the others got rich. They sold you out. You know that. You're just too weak to stand up to them

Opie : Give me the bag. Give me the bag.

Donna : No, no, no...

Opie : Donna, stop it. Stop it

Donna : No, don't

Opie : Donna

Donna : Come on, boys. Let's go inside

Opie : Didn't hear you pull up

Jax : Parked down the block. Didn't wanna tweak Donna

Opie : You catch all that?

Jax : Enough

Opie : I think she's already tweaked

Jax : Yeah, stay here. I'll handle the run

Opie : Oh oh oh, I don't show up, Clay will chop off both our dicks

Jax : Take your kid to the ER. Tell them she h*t her head or something. Just get on record being there. I'll cover you with Samcro.

Opie : What about the boom?

Jax : I watched you do it before. I'll call you on the prepay if I need help

Opie : Are you sure about this?

Jax : Go fix your family

Opie : Hey, Why didn't you tell me about your kid?

Jax : I didn't know what to say. Still don't

Clay and Jax on the road to go to the warehouse of Mayans

Clay : Where's Opie?

Jax : Kid got hurt. Had to take her to the hospital. Got the bag. I can make it work. It's all good, brother

Concert Taho

Elvis asian : How does that sound? That was beatiful, babe. It's all shook up, ha, ha

Simon : Bobby, Jesus, what are you doing here?

Bobby : Simon, what the hell is that? I'm booked. Tonight, tomorrow, five shows

Simon : I got a new girl in booking. Dumb bitch doubled up my acts

Bobby : Yeah, well, g*dd*mn it, Simon

Prospect : Why don't you just tell Chung King to take a hike?

Simon : I got six busloads of Korean tourists coming in. They love Asian Elvis. I'll get you next month, Bobby

Elvis asian : Better luck next time, bubba. Thank you!

Backstage Concert

Elvis asian : Who is it?

Prospect : The colonel

Elvis asiatique : Oh, sweet Jesus.Oh help me, Mama, help me. Oh sweet Jesus...

The Sons are the warehouse of Mayans

Clay : Praise Jesus, it's a miracle

Chibs : And I've got the rest over there

Clay : Get the g*ns in the van. Wire this sh*thole up

Jax : sh*t

Clay : What the hell is the problem?

Jax : Nothing. I just gotta check something with Opie

Tig : g*ns are loaded. What's the holdup?

Clay : We got company. Gotta be the Mayans

Tig : Yeah.

Clay : Get the van out of sight, lay low.

Tig : Let's go

Clay : You. With me

Un Mayans : Open it

Un autre Mayans : It's the electric panel way into the back

Un Mayans : Okay man!

Clay : sh*t! We should've been long gone by now

Jax : Well, we got the iron. Let's get the hell out of here

Clay : I came to send a message. Those two w*tbacks see that busted back door... they'll call for backup

Jax : bl*wing up sh*t's one thing.We off these guys, could trigger something out of control

Clay : Well, that's the cost of your mistake. You got a problem making it right?

Jax : I'll draw them to the Dumpster

Jax : (singing) When your bladder's full, you gotta piss

Un Mayans : Hey, tell your dirtbag budd*es, they camp out here, they get some of this

Clay : No, bang bang, por favor. You tell your dirtbag budd*es... they steal from Samcro, they get some of this

Happy : I got him

Jax : Go check the back. Make sure that's all of them

Clay : He's all yours

During the operation of Abel to the hospital

Une Infirmière : BP's dropping

Le Docteur : Get the paddles

Une Infirmière : Charging

Le Docteur : Keep clear

Tara : Check the leads

Le Docteur : Prepare to massage the heart

A warehouse of Mayans

Un Mayans : Por Favor

Jax : I'm all right. Got the vest

Clay : Finish it

Jax : It's finished

Chibs : Oh Mary, mother of Christ, I leave you bad boys for two minutes and it all turns to sh*t

Jax : We're all good

Clay : Let's get out of here

Tig : Clay, look at this

Jax : Darby's guy

Clay : Darby did make some new friends in Chino

Tig : White boy must've sucked lots of brown dick

Jax : Nords crew up with the Mayans, gives them numbers, access to g*ns

Clay : A common enemy, us!

Jax : Darby wants Charming

Clay : There goes the neighborhood

At St Thomas's Hospital

Une infirmière : Sinus rhythm's back. Oh two sats are coming up

A warehouse of Mayans

Chibs : Candles in the cake

Clay : Let's go home

Gemma visits Wendy in the hospital

Gemma : Hi

Wendy : Hey

Gemma : Looks like the boy might actually see his first birthday

Wendy : He made it? Oh, Abel, thank God

Gemma : Yes, thank you, God. Maybe we should say a little prayer

Wendy : Okay. That'd be good

Gemma : Dear God, thank you for saving this boy... for this m*rder junkie mom who cared more about a 40 dollar rush... than she did her own flesh and blood

Wendy : Don't you dare

Gemma : Don't I dare? You pathetic whore. Guess the DA was impressed with your Bible stud*es. Hear they're not gonna press charges

Wendy : When I check out of here, I'm going into Promises

Gemma : Let's just throw money at those 12-step freaks. How long is it gonna last this time? Six months? Three? A couple of weeks?

Wendy : It's gonna be different this time. This time I have my baby to live for

Gemma : That's where you're wrong. You have no baby. You lost that privilege. You so much as cast a shadow on that kid... try to turn some legal screw and get custody... I will finish this job. He will never call you " Mommy". I suggest you turn to Jesus

Jax : Is he gonna be okay?

Tara : He looks good... Clean yourself up, Jax

Gemma : (A Jax talking Abel) He's perfect
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