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Previously on Sons of Anarchy...

 

How's it going
with the gardens?

 

Not so good.

 

We don't raise another 80,000 in
the next three weeks, it's gone.

 

Hey, you got a family.

 

You got a new wife.

 

I don't even know
who you are anymore.

 

Rafi, Pedro, get the crew.

 

They should be with the Sons
to track those putos.

 

I found some of
JT's old letters.

 

John wanted to end the
relationship with the Irish,

 

stop the club from selling guns.

 

He was killed before
that meeting happened.

 

Kill the drug muling or
I'll let the rest of the club

 

read the letters.

 

The history that Tara and
Piney know-- very dangerous.

 

Now, we got to stop
this in its tracks.

 

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

 

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

 

If he gets
caught, they'll kill him.

 

That's the point.

 

Jesus, you took it?

 

Back at the warehouse.

 

Let's go.

 

Here.

 

I spotted him pulling
something out of the leaves.

 

He saw me and he freaked out.

 

He tried to kill me.

 

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

 

You earned this.

 

Shit.

 

Shit!

 

What the hell, man?

 

Where is he?

 

Juice!

 

Juicy-boy!

 

There.

 

- Hey.
- Hey.

 

What the hell you doing?

 

Was pissing.

 

What's all this shit, huh?

 

Did you take a spill?

 

What's that?

 

Oswald, man.

 

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

 

You clotheslined one?

 

Jackass.

 

Yeah.

 

We got to go.

 

What's up?

 

Vote.

 

- Drugs?
- Change of leadership.

 

Who is it?

 

Take the gun, stay
in the back room.

 

Go.

 

Sorry about the
hour, Ms. Knowles.

 

What is it?

 

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

 

She's convinced you did
receive a death threat.

 

I didn't take it seriously.

 

That's why I didn't report it.

 

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.

 

The answer to that question
will require a warrant.

 

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

 

I appreciate your
concern, Sheriff.

 

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.

 

It's more than just
your safety at stake.

 

But I'm sure you know that.

 

Sorry to disturb you.

 

Piney wasn't gonna
proxy this vote.

 

Wanted a front row seat.

 

You talk to him yet?

 

No.

 

So what happens if Bobby
takes this vote?

 

Short term, not much he can do.

 

Pulls us away from Galindo.

 

Risk is too big.

 

Long term, maybe
Bobby's a better choice.

 

You thinking of going that way?

 

Not sure.

 

You're staying in Clay's camp?

 

Look, I know it's dirty, bro.

 

But he's getting us whole.

 

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

 

Let's vote this shit.

 

I'm sorry, son.

 

I love you, Pop.

 

I'm with you on this.

 

Come on, let's go.

 

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.

 

I ain't got no choice.

 

Okay.

 

Yea or nay.

 

Bobby taking the gavel.

 

Nay.

 

Nay.

 

- Go, go, go!
- Come on!

 

Don't move.

 

Stay down.
Stay down.

 

You okay?

 

Yeah.

 

Clear this shit out the way.

 

- Check his ink.
- Lobo Sonora!

 

- Be careful.
- Shit!

 

This woke up the
whole hood, man.

 

Get this asshole to the rez.

 

Call the gun warehouse,
put them on alert.

 

I'll reach out to Alvarez.

 

Oh, man.

 

Clay!

 

This is bad!

 

Like, bad bad!

 

What is that?

 

Holy shit.

 

- That's...
- It's Armando.

 

??Riding through this world ??/i>

 

??All alone ??/i>

 

??God takes your soul ??/i>

 

??You're on your own ??/i>

 

??The crow flies straight ??/i>

 

??A perfect line ??/i>

 

??On the devil's bed ??/i>

 

??Until you die ??/i>

 

??Gotta look this life ??/i>

 

??In the eye ??/i>

 

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You find out what he knows.

 

Bueno.

 

Hey.

 

Come on.
You're with me.

 

Yeah.

 

That bag of heads is your
"Get out of drugs free" card.

 

What the hell
you talking about?

 

You tell the cartel
we didn't sign

 

up for this blood feud,
and you want out.

 

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

 

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.

 

Hey.

 

Gun 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.

 

Goddamn it.

 

These guys are military sharp.

 

How did Tucson take the news?

 

They had assumed the worst.

 

Oh. Great.
Chocolate rain.

 

- - No, you take this.
- Got it.

 

Go, go.

 

Hey. Where you going?

 

The cabin.

 

Come on, Pop.

 

Stay here. We need you.

 

You keep your head down, boy.

 

Oh, come on.

 

Okay.

 

We got it handled.

 

Handled?

 

They dumped a bag of heads.

 

I'm living in goddamn
Juarez here.

 

Garden fund-raiser's tonight.

 

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

 

We can't back out.

 

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

 

This noise is gonna
be all over Charming.

 

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

 

Fund-raiser shows
Charming the Sons give a shit.

 

We need that.

 

Have Phil shadow me.

 

Take a grenade to get past him.

 

No. Tig.

 

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

 

Shit.

 

All right.
Lock it down!

 

Let me guess.
You smell smoke?

 

No.

 

Bullets.

 

And based on all the calls and
the looks of the clubhouse,

 

I'm guessing they were of
the automatic variety.

 

Yeah, we noticed that.

 

Glad you're here.

 

Feel safer already.

 

You have any idea who it was?

 

Nope.

 

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.

 

Disgruntled mechanics?

 

- Mm.
- Armenians.

 

Very unstable people.

 

Well, I really
appreciate your cooperation, but

 

we'll still have to conduct
a full investigation.

 

Knock yourself out.

 

You know, I really
hope this attack doesn't have

 

anything to do with
the threat 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 bullet.

 

Yeah.

 

It would be.

 

You have kids?

 

No.

 

You really should.

 

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

 

Your compound is a crime scene.

 

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

 

Okay, okay.

 

Tara's fine.

 

I just talked to her.

 

She's on her way to work.

 

Rat's with her.

 

Take care of her.

 

Always.

 

Let's get out of here.

 

Love you.

 

Hey.

 

You got to clear out here.

 

This is a crime scene.

 

Hey, I'm talking to you.

 

Making chili
for the fund-raiser.

 

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

 

Let him make the chili.

 

Stay in this kitchen, you hear?

 

Yes, sir.

 

Hey. Turn that music off.

 

He hasn't said a word.

 

You sure you didn't
cut out his tongue?

 

Not yet.

 

And I'm running out of ideas.

 

Galindo.

 

Now it's time to pray,
you bastard.

 

You told us we didn't
have to worry stateside,

 

Lobo had no northern networks.

 

They don't.

 

What's our guest saying?

 

Nothing.

 

He's definitely Lobo.

 

Ex-military, infantry.

 

What's that for?

 

Sodium pentothal.

 

Time to get him talking.

 

Pedro, take him to the back.

 

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

 

He's a lying bitch, this one.

 

It don't matter Mayan or Son.

 

That bitch is dead.

 

That guy is full of shit, man.

 

No, he's full of truth
serum, and if he says the Lobo's

 

getting intel from a Mayan,
then he's not lying.

 

A Mayan with family in Nogales.

 

Now, who would that be, Marcus?

 

Pedro.

 

That Pedro?

 

Scumbag was in my clubhouse.

 

That's how they knew where to hit
us, where the cut and the bag was.

 

I'm gonna rip off his heart.
Motherfucker... Bastard.

 

- Hey, hey.
- Don't touch him.

 

Look, if Pedro is the
pipeline to Lobo, then let's

 

feed him something useful.

 

Our guns.

 

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.

 

That soldier says
there's about 25 Lobos local.

 

I only have four
other men with me.

 

I'll need support.

 

Oh, Jesus.

 

We're not exactly
an infantry unit, bro.

 

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

 

We're at war.

 

Yeah. Good.

 

Come on, brother.

 

Alvarez is gonna
bait the hook--

 

let Pedro know the guns
will be here at 8:00.

 

All right, I'm gonna
put the prospects

 

on the warehouse,
pull Tacoma into this.

 

I'm gonna cancel
the fund-raiser.

 

No, man.

 

It's good you be there.

 

Puts us somewhere else
if this gets noisy.

 

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 dead.

 

Yeah, I know.

 

You'll get your
leadership vote.

 

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

 

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

 

That's good, man.

 

Where's Piney?

 

Tequila retreat.

 

Cabin.

 

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

 

Appreciate it.

 

I'm sorry, man.

 

I never thought muling
would lead to this shit.

 

I know.

 

We're in it now, brother.

 

Got to get it done,
move past it.

 

Yeah.

 

Hey?

 

That chili ready yet?

 

No.

 

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

 

No, it's simmered enough.

 

Give me two bowls of it.

 

Hey.

 

Thought you were
in surgery today.

 

I've been pulled.

 

Apparently, the hospital feels
my presence there is a threat.

 

Ah, shit.

 

Am I crazy, Gemma?

 

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

 

'Cause he means it.

 

No one saw this coming, baby.

 

I hate this shit, too.

 

I'm trying this his way.

 

I really am.

 

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!

 

Hey.

 

Did you follow the recipe?

 

I had to add a
few things of my own.

 

I can see that.

 

Is it spicy?

 

Uh, very.

 

Actually made my eyes burn.

 

Oh.

 

May have gotten
in over my head.

 

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.

 

I accept that.

 

Elliott.

 

Bring me out
here to pick flowers?

 

Something like that.

 

Town needs 75K to
save this place.

 

So I hear.

 

You and me are gonna cover it.

 

What the hell
are you talking about?

 

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.

 

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

 

We sway public
opinion against Hale.

 

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

 

We all win.

 

Hale will just
find another way.

 

Eh.

 

Two-year term.

 

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

 

These people ain't stupid.

 

Where you going with this?

 

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.

 

Well, well, well.

 

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

 

I'm just checking in.

 

I'm fine.

 

Yeah?

 

Yeah.

 

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

 

You don't know anything.

 

Look, I get it.

 

You're pissed.

 

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

 

Do you have a side anymore?

 

Okay.

 

I'm sorry.

 

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.

 

Well, I'm not my old man.

 

Oh, I'm very clear on that now.

 

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?

 

Maureen was a distraction.

 

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

 

Yeah, damage already done.

 

We all do damage.

 

Character's determined
by how we repair it.

 

Well, JT didn't repair much.

 

He didn't have a chance.

 

You do!

 

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.

 

Defeat is not
what killed your father!

 

I don't want to
hear about history!

 

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

 

You and Clay both.

 

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.

 

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... ??

 

Hey. Are you okay?

 

This was a waste of time.

 

Oh, come on, that's not true.

 

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

 

No, you went with your gut.

 

You mething because you
knew it was right.

 

And created tension
between you and the mayor.

 

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

 

I love getting under
that guy's skin.

 

Mrs. Roosevelt.

 

Excuse me.

 

What?

 

Uh, I was hoping I
could say a few words to the

 

folks, make a formal donation.

 

Family friendly.

 

Promise.

 

- Sure.
- Yeah?

 

It's okay.

 

That went well.

 

Cállate, Pedro.

 

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.

 

Nice. Nice.

 

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.

 

Got two vehicles.

 

Wait for my signal.

 

Conmigo.

 

Hey.

 

Hey.

 

Come on.

 

One of them's leaving.

 

That's Luis.

 

- Where'd they go?
- Check it.

 

Empty.

 

No one on the perimeter.

 

What the hell is this?

 

Trojan tortilla?

 

That's got to be rigged.

 

This thing will blow
us all to hell.

 

Where's Pedro?

 

Open it.

 

Step back.

 

Back. Back!

 

C'mon rat. Come her.

 

Stay here.

 

Jesus Christ.

 

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

 

Pedro never left our sight.

 

Yeah.

 

Looks like the competition's
one step ahead.

 

Sent Samtaz the
rest of Armando.

 

Luis is sending more guys.

 

Be here tomorrow.

 

Gonna keep Tacoma
at the warehouse.

 

Shit.

 

This is on Galindo to fix.

 

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

 

Good.

 

Gonna head back to
the warehouse with Tacoma.

 

I won't be able to sleep.

 

Yeah.

 

Okay.

 

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

 

I'd never let that happen.

 

I'm sorry.

 

I have to go.

 

I have to get them out of here.

 

I know.

 

I thought I knew what
we were getting into.

 

We're in over our head.

 

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

 

They're interested in me.

 

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.

 

What about Gemma?

 

Tell her the truth.

 

You're protecting our family.

 

Hey, baby.

 

Where are you?

 

Heading home.

 

You okay?

 

Yeah.

 

The thing with the cartel?

 

Yeah, we're still working it.

 

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

 

You want me to come by?

 

Nah.
I'm in lockdown in the chapel.

 

I need the quiet.

 

Okay.

 

Love you.

 

Love you, too.

 

You okay?

 

Yeah.

 

Take me home, Tiggy.

 

Oh, shit.

 

You scared me, man.

 

Jesus!

 

What the hell were you doing?

 

You coward!

 

Get up. Come on.

 

Get up.

 

Come on, boy. Come on.

 

Either pull the
trigger, or let me in.

 

Give me the nine.

 

And the boot.

 

You have something to tell me?

 

Shit went down today, things
got complicated with Galindo.

 

I'm gonna need more time.

 

More time, more death.

 

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

 

The right thing for you.

 

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

 

Lead by greed.

 

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

 

Patch me in?

 

Because back then,
you could be trusted.

 

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 kill the cartel deal?

 

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

 

Okay.

 

I'll call Romeo.

 

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

 

Where are the letters?

 

Where did you put 'em?

 

They're not here.

 

Where are they?!

 

Tara still got 'em?

 

My God, how would Tara know?

 

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

 

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

 

Just leave her out of it, huh?

 

Too late.

 

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How's it going
with the gardens?

 

Not so good.

 

We don't raise another 80,000 in
the next three weeks, it's gone.

 

Hey, you got a family.

 

You got a new wife.

 

I don't even know
who you are anymore.

 

Rafi, Pedro, get the crew.

 

They should be with the Sons
to track those putos.

 

I found some of
JT's old letters.

 

John wanted to end the
relationship with the Irish,

 

stop the club from selling guns.

 

He was killed before
that meeting happened.

 

Kill the drug muling or
I'll let the rest of the club

 

read the letters.

 

The history that Tara and
Piney know-- very dangerous.

 

Now, we got to stop
this in its tracks.

 

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

 

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

 

If he gets
caught, they'll kill him.

 

That's the point.

 

Jesus, you took it?

 

Back at the warehouse.

 

Let's go.

 

Here.

 

I spotted him pulling
something out of the leaves.

 

He saw me and he freaked out.

 

He tried to kill me.

 

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

 

You earned this.

 

Shit.

 

Shit!

 

What the hell, man?

 

Where is he?

 

Juice!

 

Juicy-boy!

 

There.

 

- Hey.
- Hey.

 

What the hell you doing?

 

Was pissing.

 

What's all this shit, huh?

 

Did you take a spill?

 

What's that?

 

Oswald, man.

 

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

 

You clotheslined one?

 

Jackass.

 

Yeah.

 

We got to go.

 

What's up?

 

Vote.

 

- Drugs?
- Change of leadership.

 

Who is it?

 

Take the gun, stay
in the back room.

 

Go.

 

Sorry about the
hour, Ms. Knowles.

 

What is it?

 

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

 

She's convinced you did
receive a death threat.

 

I didn't take it seriously.

 

That's why I didn't report it.

 

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.

 

The answer to that question
will require a warrant.

 

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

 

I appreciate your
concern, Sheriff.

 

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.

 

It's more than just
your safety at stake.

 

But I'm sure you know that.

 

Sorry to disturb you.

 

Piney wasn't gonna
proxy this vote.

 

Wanted a front row seat.

 

You talk to him yet?

 

No.

 

So what happens if Bobby
takes this vote?

 

Short term, not much he can do.

 

Pulls us away from Galindo.

 

Risk is too big.

 

Long term, maybe
Bobby's a better choice.

 

You thinking of going that way?

 

Not sure.

 

You're staying in Clay's camp?

 

Look, I know it's dirty, bro.

 

But he's getting us whole.

 

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

 

Let's vote this shit.

 

I'm sorry, son.

 

I love you, Pop.

 

I'm with you on this.

 

Come on, let's go.

 

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.

 

I ain't got no choice.

 

Okay.

 

Yea or nay.

 

Bobby taking the gavel.

 

Nay.

 

Nay.

 

- Go, go, go!
- Come on!

 

Don't move.

 

Stay down.
Stay down.

 

You okay?

 

Yeah.

 

Clear this shit out the way.

 

- Check his ink.
- Lobo Sonora!

 

- Be careful.
- Shit!

 

This woke up the
whole hood, man.

 

Get this asshole to the rez.

 

Call the gun warehouse,
put them on alert.

 

I'll reach out to Alvarez.

 

Oh, man.

 

Clay!

 

This is bad!

 

Like, bad bad!

 

What is that?

 

Holy shit.

 

- That's...
- It's Armando.

 

¢Ü Riding through this world ¢Ü

 

¢Ü All alone ¢Ü

 

¢Ü God takes your soul ¢Ü

 

¢Ü You're on your own ¢Ü

 

¢Ü The crow flies straight ¢Ü

 

¢Ü A perfect line ¢Ü

 

¢Ü On the devil's bed ¢Ü

 

¢Ü Until you die ¢Ü

 

¢Ü Gotta look this life ¢Ü

 

¢Ü In the eye ¢Ü

 

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You find out what he knows.

 

Bueno.

 

Hey.

 

Come on.
You're with me.

 

Yeah.

 

That bag of heads is your
"Get out of drugs free" card.

 

What the hell
you talking about?

 

You tell the cartel
we didn't sign

 

up for this blood feud,
and you want out.

 

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

 

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.

 

Hey.

 

Gun 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.

 

Goddamn it.

 

These guys are military sharp.

 

How did Tucson take the news?

 

They had assumed the worst.

 

Oh. Great.
Chocolate rain.

 

- - No, you take this.
- Got it.

 

Go, go.

 

Hey. Where you going?

 

The cabin.

 

Come on, Pop.

 

Stay here. We need you.

 

You keep your head down, boy.

 

Oh, come on.

 

Okay.

 

We got it handled.

 

Handled?

 

They dumped a bag of heads.

 

I'm living in goddamn
Juarez here.

 

Garden fund-raiser's tonight.

 

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

 

We can't back out.

 

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

 

This noise is gonna
be all over Charming.

 

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

 

Fund-raiser shows
Charming the Sons give a shit.

 

We need that.

 

Have Phil shadow me.

 

Take a grenade to get past him.

 

No. Tig.

 

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

 

Shit.

 

All right.
Lock it down!

 

Let me guess.
You smell smoke?

 

No.

 

Bullets.

 

And based on all the calls and
the looks of the clubhouse,

 

I'm guessing they were of
the automatic variety.

 

Yeah, we noticed that.

 

Glad you're here.

 

Feel safer already.

 

You have any idea who it was?

 

Nope.

 

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.

 

Disgruntled mechanics?

 

- Mm.
- Armenians.

 

Very unstable people.

 

Well, I really
appreciate your cooperation, but

 

we'll still have to conduct
a full investigation.

 

Knock yourself out.

 

You know, I really
hope this attack doesn't have

 

anything to do with
the threat 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 bullet.

 

Yeah.

 

It would be.

 

You have kids?

 

No.

 

You really should.

 

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

 

Your compound is a crime scene.

 

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

 

Okay, okay.

 

Tara's fine.

 

I just talked to her.

 

She's on her way to work.

 

Rat's with her.

 

Take care of her.

 

Always.

 

Let's get out of here.

 

Love you.

 

Hey.

 

You got to clear out here.

 

This is a crime scene.

 

Hey, I'm talking to you.

 

Making chili
for the fund-raiser.

 

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

 

Let him make the chili.

 

Stay in this kitchen, you hear?

 

Yes, sir.

 

Hey. Turn that music off.

 

He hasn't said a word.

 

You sure you didn't
cut out his tongue?

 

Not yet.

 

And I'm running out of ideas.

 

Galindo.

 

Now it's time to pray,
you bastard.

 

You told us we didn't
have to worry stateside,

 

Lobo had no northern networks.

 

They don't.

 

What's our guest saying?

 

Nothing.

 

He's definitely Lobo.

 

Ex-military, infantry.

 

What's that for?

 

Sodium pentothal.

 

Time to get him talking.

 

Pedro, take him to the back.

 

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

 

He's a lying bitch, this one.

 

It don't matter Mayan or Son.

 

That bitch is dead.

 

That guy is full of shit, man.

 

No, he's full of truth
serum, and if he says the Lobo's

 

getting intel from a Mayan,
then he's not lying.

 

A Mayan with family in Nogales.

 

Now, who would that be, Marcus?

 

Pedro.

 

That Pedro?

 

Scumbag was in my clubhouse.

 

That's how they knew where to hit
us, where the cut and the bag was.

 

I'm gonna rip off his heart.
Motherfucker... Bastard.

 

- Hey, hey.
- Don't touch him.

 

Look, if Pedro is the
pipeline to Lobo, then let's

 

feed him something useful.

 

Our guns.

 

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.

 

That soldier says
there's about 25 Lobos local.

 

I only have four
other men with me.

 

I'll need support.

 

Oh, Jesus.

 

We're not exactly
an infantry unit, bro.

 

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

 

We're at war.

 

Yeah. Good.

 

Come on, brother.

 

Alvarez is gonna
bait the hook--

 

let Pedro know the guns
will be here at 8:00.

 

All right, I'm gonna
put the prospects

 

on the warehouse,
pull Tacoma into this.

 

I'm gonna cancel
the fund-raiser.

 

No, man.

 

It's good you be there.

 

Puts us somewhere else
if this gets noisy.

 

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 dead.

 

Yeah, I know.

 

You'll get your
leadership vote.

 

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

 

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

 

That's good, man.

 

Where's Piney?

 

Tequila retreat.

 

Cabin.

 

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

 

Appreciate it.

 

I'm sorry, man.

 

I never thought muling
would lead to this shit.

 

I know.

 

We're in it now, brother.

 

Got to get it done,
move past it.

 

Yeah.

 

Hey?

 

That chili ready yet?

 

No.

 

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

 

No, it's simmered enough.

 

Give me two bowls of it.

 

Hey.

 

Thought you were
in surgery today.

 

I've been pulled.

 

Apparently, the hospital feels
my presence there is a threat.

 

Ah, shit.

 

Am I crazy, Gemma?

 

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

 

'Cause he means it.

 

No one saw this coming, baby.

 

I hate this shit, too.

 

I'm trying this his way.

 

I really am.

 

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!

 

Hey.

 

Did you follow the recipe?

 

I had to add a
few things of my own.

 

I can see that.

 

Is it spicy?

 

Uh, very.

 

Actually made my eyes burn.

 

Oh.

 

May have gotten
in over my head.

 

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.

 

I accept that.

 

Elliott.

 

Bring me out
here to pick flowers?

 

Something like that.

 

Town needs 75K to
save this place.

 

So I hear.

 

You and me are gonna cover it.

 

What the hell
are you talking about?

 

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.

 

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

 

We sway public
opinion against Hale.

 

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

 

We all win.

 

Hale will just
find another way.

 

Eh.

 

Two-year term.

 

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

 

These people ain't stupid.

 

Where you going with this?

 

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.

 

Well, well, well.

 

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

 

I'm just checking in.

 

I'm fine.

 

Yeah?

 

Yeah.

 

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

 

You don't know anything.

 

Look, I get it.

 

You're pissed.

 

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

 

Do you have a side anymore?

 

Okay.

 

I'm sorry.

 

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.

 

Well, I'm not my old man.

 

Oh, I'm very clear on that now.

 

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?

 

Maureen was a distraction.

 

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

 

Yeah, damage already done.

 

We all do damage.

 

Character's determined
by how we repair it.

 

Well, JT didn't repair much.

 

He didn't have a chance.

 

You do!

 

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.

 

Defeat is not
what killed your father!

 

I don't want to
hear about history!

 

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

 

You and Clay both.

 

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.

 

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.

 

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

 

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

 

¢Ü Close my eyes... ¢Ü

 

Hey. Are you okay?

 

This was a waste of time.

 

Oh, come on, that's not true.

 

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

 

No, you went with your gut.

 

You mething because you
knew it was right.

 

And created tension
between you and the mayor.

 

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

 

I love getting under
that guy's skin.

 

Mrs. Roosevelt.

 

Excuse me.

 

What?

 

Uh, I was hoping I
could say a few words to the

 

folks, make a formal donation.

 

Family friendly.

 

Promise.

 

- Sure.
- Yeah?

 

It's okay.

 

That went well.

 

Callate, Pedro.

 

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.

 

Nice. Nice.

 

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.

 

Got two vehicles.

 

Wait for my signal.

 

Conmigo.

 

Hey.

 

Hey.

 

Come on.

 

One of them's leaving.

 

That's Luis.

 

- Where'd they go?
- Check it.

 

Empty.

 

No one on the perimeter.

 

What the hell is this?

 

Trojan tortilla?

 

That's got to be rigged.

 

This thing will blow
us all to hell.

 

Where's Pedro?

 

Open it.

 

Step back.

 

Back. Back!

 

C'mon rat. Come her.

 

Stay here.

 

Jesus Christ.

 

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

 

Pedro never left our sight.

 

Yeah.

 

Looks like the competition's
one step ahead.

 

Sent Samtaz the
rest of Armando.

 

Luis is sending more guys.

 

Be here tomorrow.

 

Gonna keep Tacoma
at the warehouse.

 

Shit.

 

This is on Galindo to fix.

 

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

 

Good.

 

Gonna head back to
the warehouse with Tacoma.

 

I won't be able to sleep.

 

Yeah.

 

Okay.

 

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

 

I'd never let that happen.

 

I'm sorry.

 

I have to go.

 

I have to get them out of here.

 

I know.

 

I thought I knew what
we were getting into.

 

We're in over our head.

 

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

 

They're interested in me.

 

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.

 

What about Gemma?

 

Tell her the truth.

 

You're protecting our family.

 

Hey, baby.

 

Where are you?

 

Heading home.

 

You okay?

 

Yeah.

 

The thing with the cartel?

 

Yeah, we're still working it.

 

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

 

You want me to come by?

 

Nah.
I'm in lockdown in the chapel.

 

I need the quiet.

 

Okay.

 

Love you.

 

Love you, too.

 

You okay?

 

Yeah.

 

Take me home, Tiggy.

 

Oh, shit.

 

You scared me, man.

 

Jesus!

 

What the hell were you doing?

 

You coward!

 

Get up. Come on.

 

Get up.

 

Come on, boy. Come on.

 

Either pull the
trigger, or let me in.

 

Give me the nine.

 

And the boot.

 

You have something to tell me?

 

Shit went down today, things
got complicated with Galindo.

 

I'm gonna need more time.

 

More time, more death.

 

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

 

The right thing for you.

 

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

 

Lead by greed.

 

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

 

Patch me in?

 

Because back then,
you could be trusted.

 

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 kill the cartel deal?

 

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

 

Okay.

 

I'll call Romeo.

 

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

 

Where are the letters?

 

Where did you put 'em?

 

They're not here.

 

Where are they?!

 

Tara still got 'em?

 

My God, how would Tara know?

 

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

 

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

 

Just leave her out of it, huh?

 

Too late.

 

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