Previously on Sons of Anarchy:
It's your daddy, Juan Carlos.
What would the club do if they found out that you're black?
As far as Samcro is concerned, you never existed.
If you're lucky enough, you'll walk out alive.
Sorry to interrupt your solitude, Mr. Delaney.
It's regarding the murder of your wife, Luann Delaney.
Traces of semen were found in your wife's undergarments.
Robert Munson.
You hiding something from me?
This fell out of one of Abel's coloring books.
Letters from John Teller would be very painful for my son to read.
I found J.T.'s letters. John wanted to end the relationship with the Irish...
...stop the club from selling guns. He was killed before that meeting.
Tara had a copy of the accident report.
You only pull something like that if you have suspicions.
Clay, Jax. Romero Parada.
Friends call me Romeo.
Sig 551 's. These are excellent.
Set up a shipment for every two weeks.
We can make that work.
I'll have the coke ready for the run back. Sounds good.
Your old man wants us running drugs for the cartel.
You ever try to end-run me through my old lady again...
...I'll slit your throat.
Thirty kilos of uncut Colombian cocaine.
Jesus, Otto.
What the hell happened?
Means to an end.
Sorry, sweetheart.
What do you need from me?
Luann.
I gotta know something.
This sheriff paid me a visit.
His office took over the homicide.
Found semen on Luann.
Bobby's.
Are you serious?
Bobby?
This new sheriff, he's been riding us.
I saw the report. He's not...
DNA's legit.
So were the stats.
The last guy tapping a bitch usually the one who killed her.
Bobby didn't kill Luann, Otto.
Someone did.
I don't know what you want me to do.
I want you to ask Clay a question.
What would it feel like...
...to lose the one he loved the most?
You tell the club.
You tell the guy who was bedding my wife...
...they need to find the scumbag who killed her.
Jax.
How you doing?
Hey, pal. Heard it was a good trip.
Good as it gets, bro.
Cut and bag won't be up and running till tomorrow.
All right. Guess we'll babysit till then.
I'll set up the pickup, huh?
Hey, amigo.
You forgetting something?
They're just here to help. Thanks, we can handle it.
Once that shipment hits North Cali, keeping it safe lands on me.
One guy.
Rafi, stick around, huh?
Let's go.
Miles, lock those crates in the gun room.
No one gets in. Right.
Phil and Ratboy on the front and back. Okay.
All right, everybody get some sleep. Be at the clubhouse by noon.
Welcome home.
How was the bike show?
Our PO signed off on the run.
I'm gonna set up random piss tests.
Let's us get together and chat private.
Blow me. You know, save the badass.
Your MC ain't gonna give a shit about you being loyal or hard.
Because all they gonna see is black.
Now, this is a simple trade. You give me some truth and I'll protect yours.
Truth about what?
My sources inside Oaktown's gang unit...
...say a major player surfaced in Northern Cali.
Galindo cartel.
If I find out that you guys are bringing weight into San Joa, I will cripple you.
Where the hell you going with this? I'm not going after your club.
I'm going after the drugs.
You're a sheriff, man.
You ain't got the reach for any of this shit.
I got important friends.
How important?
I will let you know.
Hey. Oh, hello.
Hey. Daddy.
What's happening?
Is that Daddy?
Let's say hi. Missed you guys.
I missed you too, Mama. Mm.
Yes, and you.
How was your trip? Good.
Brought you a souvenir. Wow, from the motorcycle show.
I can't wait.
Wow.
Gotta put it in the safety deposit box in your name.
There's gonna be a lot more.
All in cash? No strings, no tax.
This is real, babe.
Just like I promised you.
Talk to my mom, she knows the drill.
Okay. Okay.
Hey, little buddy.
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 path Until you die
Gotta look this life In the eye
Did he say who the sheriff was?
No. Just that he had proof that Bobby tapped Luann before she was murdered.
It's gotta be Roosevelt. Prick's coming at us from both sides.
Turns Otto against Bobby.
Shit. Turn the whole club against him.
Bobby didn't kill her.
He was with us when someone caved in Luann's head.
Otto's half gone.
We gotta do this.
Give him something.
Someone.
Let him go out with a little peace.
All Otto needs is a name and a body.
Otto reached out.
Our sheriff has a new lead on Luann's murder.
Told him they found cum in her panties.
DNA came back a match.
They didn't give a name, but has to be someone...
...who's been through the system. Georgie Caruso.
That's always been my guess.
Should've handled this Luann shit when it first happened.
Old ladies, they got a way of coming back...
...and biting you in the ass.
If Roosevelt does have proof, he's gonna go after Caruso.
We gotta get to him first.
And I want it to happen before Otto gets out of the infirmary and loses visitation.
I want a brother to look him in the eye and tell him it's been handled.
He deserves that.
Ope, you think Lyla will help us find Georgie?
Yeah, maybe. She's on a shoot today.
Beautiful thing, girls in love.
Before we all sail off to the isle of Lesbos...
For a job well done. Thank you.
This is for Kozik, Happy and Miles. Keep this in the safe till they get back.
Okay, fellas, that's it.
If you don't want that...
...I'm sure I can find somebody that'd be happy to spend it for you.
Close the door when you leave.
J.T. Would have never touched drugs.
J.T. Was a good businessman.
He would've seen the value in this.
John knew that anything that brought too much heat...
...was bad for the club.
That's why he changed his mind about the guns.
Remember?
Yeah, he talked about getting us out.
No, he did more than talk.
He reached out to Kellan.
Set a meet with the IRA.
Made a decision to get us out of the gunrunning business.
A decision that you couldn't let him live with.
Your near-death experience get you talking to ghosts, old man?
No, not exactly.
We found some old letters.
John's handwriting. Proof that he wanted out.
Proof that he feared you would do something to stop him.
Before that meet could ever happen, John Teller was murdered.
And the letters...
...they paint a vivid picture of who did it.
J.T. Laid his bike down on 580, was crushed by a semi.
It was an accident.
We'll never know.
Lowell Senior disappeared the next week...
...and he was the only one J.T. Trusted to work on his bike.
Just what do you get out of this?
It's not about me.
You kill the drug muling...
...or I'll let the rest of the club read the letters.
You ain't got any letters.
Okay.
Doesn't matter to me. Either way, I get what I want.
It's a goddamn cartel.
I just can't walk away from the deal.
Sure, you can.
You got till the end of the week to figure it out.
And in case you're still thinking about slitting my throat...
...I wouldn't.
I have, uh, contingencies in place.
He told Clay I was banging Luann? No, man.
The sheriff did give Otto a name. Yours.
We're protecting you.
Shit.
Otto knows? Yeah.
Look, obviously, we know you didn't kill Luann.
Sheriff's got my DNA.
Why haven't they questioned me? I don't know.
Just fishing, I guess.
Roosevelt knows that your DNA doesn't prove you killed Luann.
So he's stirring shit up...
...seeing if Otto reacts, maybe gives you up on something else.
Otto would never turn on the club.
If anything could do it, it would be Luann.
We gotta end this. Today.
Get a 20 on Georgie. I gotta head up to Unser's.
What's going on? Nothing.
I just gotta lock down a truck for the next shipment.
You gotta do it now? Yeah, I do.
What?
Piney says he knows I killed J.T.
Threatened to tell the club.
Are you serious?
He's just had a mortal jolt. He knew shit only me and J.T. Knew.
Says he found some old letters.
Guess maybe Tara did tell somebody.
We don't know that.
I'm sure John wrote about how Piney was the only one he trusted.
Makes sense for Tara to turn to him.
Tara would not hurt this family. Old man's protecting himself.
He says he's got contingencies.
There's only one other person who can blow the whistle on us.
What you're thinking does not make... The history that Tara and Piney know...
Very dangerous.
You're talking about the co-founder of this club...
...and the mother of our grandchild.
I had John Teller killed while I was bedding his wife.
It doesn't matter what the reason was.
Jax finds that out, he cuts off my goddamn head...
...he sticks it on the reaper pole.
Now, we gotta stop this in its tracks. You and me.
Otherwise, we lose everything.
You told me not to go setting fires.
That's exactly what you're doing here.
We don't know if there's anything threatening in those letters.
This could be Piney just digging up old suspicions.
And all this shit going on with the cartel. He is just clawing at you.
We need to find those letters.
Without them, it doesn't matter what anyone knows.
They'll have no proof.
Yeah. All right.
They're not in Jax's house.
They gotta be at the hospital. I'll go find them.
All right.
And until I do, Clay...
...nothing happens.
You understand?
Not to Piney.
Not to Tara.
You hurt them...
...you hurt Jax.
I know.
Promise me.
I promise.
Came out great, Clay.
You guys did an amazing job.
Time and money.
Fixes everything.
What do I owe you?
Nothing, man.
Consider it my first payment on a long overdue debt.
Thanks.
I appreciate that.
What do you need?
My interest in Tara the other day?
I think she found some of J.T.'s letters.
Contents could embarrass?
Contents could cripple.
All of us.
I need you to find them. Now.
She probably wouldn't have them in her house.
Uh, it might be in her car or office.
And if I track them down?
When you track them down, you give them to me.
I get rid of them.
That's it? That's it.
And if Tara read them, her knowledge...
...that a crippling thing too?
Enjoy that Sportster.
Didn't know you were heading up here. Yeah.
Just setting up the next trucking run. Mm.
My weekly bud run. Ah.
See you later. Love you.
Yeah. Love you too.
I got plenty of dope.
What'd he want?
You know, like he said...
...trucking shit.
Don't you lie to me.
Oh, shit.
I'm between a big rock and a really hard place here, Gemma.
He tasked you to find those letters.
Goddamn it. He's worried.
He's more than worried.
The letters are in Tara's office. Locked desk drawer.
Accordion file. Grab everything, Wayne.
Tara goes home for lunch.
It'll buy you an hour.
You find them, and you bring them to me.
Clay cannot get his hands on those letters.
Understand? Yeah.
Georgie's out of the film biz.
Doing some kind of high-end sex toy thing.
Sex toys, huh?
Yeah.
He talked to Dondo about Ima and I doing something...
...with the Saffron sisters, but I passed.
Dondo's her producer-director.
She's under contract.
Let's go talk to Dondo. Yeah, he's waiting for me on set.
I don't need to watch.
Is it real?
I'm a big fan of the undead...
...but only not snacking on my flesh.
Ah, there's nothing like a set of cold lips on your cock.
Night of the Living Dead. Pretty much porn for you, isn't it?
If it's out of the grave, it's out of my pants.
Okay, cut. Let's take five.
Georgie contacted me a few weeks ago.
Said he wanted to use my best seller, Saffron Sorority Girls.
He wanted to make a new run at his dolls.
Wait, wait. Dolls? Yeah.
What? Life-size sex dolls.
Look and feel just like the real thing.
It's a huge market.
Well, I'm gonna need you to call him back, Dondo.
Tell him Sorority Girl Number One had a change of heart.
And why would I do that?
For Luann.
You're telling me that Georgie had something to do with Luann's murder?
That's what we're trying to find out.
We need you to get him here.
Let us have a private chat.
Well, I know what that means. That means you're gonna whack him.
We don't whack people, Dondo.
Well, that's too bad, because I'm not gonna hook you up...
...unless you crush that hyper douche bag's skull.
I loved Luann.
She mentored me.
She taught me that I was more than just a big cock.
I want Georgie dead.
Set it up.
Shit.
Copies.
Uh, no thanks. Are you sure? Alita made it. It's really good.
No. No one likes a fat old lady.
Really. Don't get fat.
Noted.
So this, uh, cash thing.
We just store it? Yeah, for a while. Safety deposit boxes.
Does that mean we can't spend it?
Well, small amounts. You can buy shit under the table.
What if I wanna use it for school or something?
Oh, no. Uh-uh. It has to be washed before we can spend it on something real.
Bobby has a guy.
Jesus. You okay with that?
Walking into a bank with a bag full of cash. Sure.
Don't all neonatal surgeons get paid in small bills?
I love you.
Uh...
Thanks. I love you too.
See you later.
Thanks for lunch.
All of our players are in place, including Señor Galindo.
Congratulations. Hm.
So where are we with Juan Carlos?
We're close.
But he's gonna need some assurances. So you're gonna have to close the deal.
We need to set the hook deeper into his mouth...
...before I risk stepping out from behind the magic curtain.
Okay.
What? You want him to wear a wire? They're too techno-savvy.
Anti-tap software, bug alarms.
Probably wand the place before every sit-down.
He confirm a shipment?
He didn't deny it.
Have him pull a sample from the load.
Couple grams.
Lets us confirm point of origin and his level of commitment.
If he gets caught, they'll kill him.
That's the point.
Proves the risk of getting outed for color...
...is greater than the risk of working with us.
That's a dangerous way to play the race card.
Do you see what's at stake here? Yeah, I do.
But I also know what's at stake for a black sheriff in a white town.
Word gets out that I got someone killed leveraging color...
Hm. I'll make sure your involvement with Juan Carlos...
...is stricken from the record.
No credit, no responsibility.
Fair enough?
Yeah. Okay.
You know we can't strike him from the record. Shit's already been up...
Shh, shh, shh.
I'm eating.
What the hell are you doing?
I wish I'd have never found them. Lies were easier to stomach.
Save the pain and sorrow for my old lady.
That's the difference between you and me.
I actually feel bad for some of the shit I've done.
The lie you fed me about why John Teller needed to die...
That wasn't a lie.
You told me J.T.'s weakness was gonna bring violence to Charming.
War brewing with the Mayans. That was true.
Not according to those.
J.T. Wasn't weak, he was conflicted.
He wanted to end guns, go legit.
That's why you killed him, had me cover it up.
The only thing I asked you to do was to lose a little paperwork...
...to protect my club and your town.
I don't regret that.
J.T. Suspected you made two attempts to kill him.
Details are in there.
You regret any of that?
John was delusional with grief.
And Gemma?
She delusional too?
Does she know the real reason why you killed her old man?
What's the matter, chief?
You afraid the love of your life betrayed you too?
This is a smart business, Dondo. You package videos with the dolls.
You tie in personal appearances. Huge dough.
Son of a bitch. Georgie, we need to talk.
I didn't do anything. Hey, hey!
Shit. Put it down.
Shit. Get out of here.
Aah! Move!
Crazy blond bitch.
Okay. Come here.
Let me at him!
Bobby, Bobby. Whoa.
Chill! Bobby.
Hey! Hey! Chill! Come on. Hey, hey, chill out!
These are copies. The originals are still out there.
I searched her whole office.
Those were in her desk drawer. All she had.
Some of it was too burnt to read.
Who knows what else was in there?
What are you gonna do?
I'm gonna protect both of us.
Problems? Uh, a little crisis at Clear Passages.
Smokers or shitters? Both.
Go. We got this. Thanks, man.
So, what are you guys gonna do to Georgie?
Should be more concerned with what we're gonna do to you.
Okay, what are you gonna do to me?
I can't answer that.
Been waiting on your call.
You burned them?
The shit John wrote... They're too painful for you to read.
Sorry.
Yeah, it's okay.
It's done.
Thank you, Wayne.
Yeah.
You're welcome, sweetheart.
My friend, the, um, string-puller, you know, he needs a little bit of good faith.
You must be kidding me with this shit.
That shipment that you muled out of Tucson?
He wants a sample.
If it's uncut, it has markers, and the lab can isolate the region.
There's no coke.
You tell me who's pushing it out in San Joa.
We connect the cartel, leave Samcro out of it.
Look...
...I just want things to get back to normal.
Now, your MC's out of drugs, your daddy back in the color closet.
It's a lose-lose if you fight me, Juice.
I'll give you two days.
Is that right? And home is a drag
I got a stupid little speed bump
Oh, cacka boom Cacka boom
Georgie. We missed you.
He ain't giving it up on Luann.
Jesus Christ, Clay, can you talk some sense into these psychos?
Hey, these are my rational guys. I get Happy down here...
...ball gag takes on a whole new meaning.
I didn't kill Luann.
Yes, you did.
Let's do it. Whoa. Whoa, whoa. Please.
Wait, I got money! I got millions! Oh!
I got millions, Clay.
Anything you want.
Anything!
These sex dolls must be selling like sex dolls.
Dream dolls. I got Asian backing.
Billionaire sex freaks. I'm serious! I got this.
No. Hold it.
These Asians, they looking for any other investments?
All the time.
He telling the truth? Yeah.
Natsuki family. Huge Japanese money.
Look, what the hell we doing here?
I think maybe we can use Georgie.
You talking about the Asians? Yeah.
Gemma found out there's a ticking clock on Charming Heights.
Hale's still looking for investors.
Uh, Georgie can front-load his guys, make Hale think they're his salvation.
Then we pull them out at the last minute.
Yeah. Then all we gotta do is convince city council to stomp on Hale's dream.
What the hell do we tell Otto?
What the hell do you tell Otto?
Tell him the truth.
The club needs Georgie alive for a minute.
But it's a post-dated check.
As soon as we shut down Hale, we cut Georgie's heart out.
What's going on, guys? All right.
Hold on to that big dick of yours, Dondo.
We'll keep you posted.
Everything cool, man? Yeah.
Just had to check something at the weed shop.
Figured I'd come by, see how watch was going.
All quiet, man. It's kind of peaceful out here.
Where are the rest of the guys? Rat's on a coffee run.
Miles and the Mayan are somewhere around back.
I'm just gonna do a walk-through.
Juice, you in there, man? Shit.
What's up? Why aren't you out front?
Kind of lonely, I guess.
I'll be right out. Okay.
Hey.
What you doing?
Just checking on my guys.
It's all good.
See you in the morning.
Okay, good night.
Hey.
Oh, shit.
Oh, shit. Oh, shit.
Oh, shit. Shit.
You got home late.
Everything okay? Yeah.
Just handling that Otto thing.
It's handled.
Good.
What's this? The letters.
Found them in Tara's office.
Locked in a desk drawer.
Mostly just love letters to Maureen.
Painful shit.
I had to burn them.
Sorry.
It's done, baby.
Piney's suspicions don't mean shit.
Nobody can hurt us.
Yeah.
Thank God.
Looking for Ope? Why, is he here?
Yeah. Apartment.
I want to be with you
Yeah?
Hey. What you doing here?
Rough night.
Well...
Morning.
Really rough.
Guess I'll leave you to it.
You should go.
Did you lose your mind?
Hey!
Hey, you got a family, man.
You got a new wife. Getting your dick sucked by a Crow-eater's one thing...
I know. Do you?
I found birth control, morning after pills, in Lyla's stuff.
This whole time that I've been trying to have kids, she's been killing it off.
Oh, God.
Tapping that crazy bitch is your solution?
Worked for you.
Yeah, I guess I had that coming.
What's going on?
I don't know.
I keep trying to force things and the shit don't fit.
And Lyla...
None of it feels real. I mean, I miss...
I miss Donna.
How you holding up, brother?
You got something to tell me?
Sorry.
I got no excuse.
It just happened.
How long?
A few months.
Did you love her?
No.
And she didn't love me.
You were the only one who mattered.
You find him?
Yeah.
Georgie Caruso, he's the one who killed her.
You finish it?
Yeah.
We took him out.
Good work, brother. Oh, yeah.
That's it?
That's it.
We're one brick light. What are you talking about?
I'm talking about there should be 30 keys here.
Twenty-nine. Yeah.