NARRATOR: Previously on Sons of Anarchy:
Aah! NERO: Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Easy, now, love. Who the hell are you?
Nero Padilla. I'm a companionator.
CLAY: Opie found out the truth. Agh!
He's the one that shot me.
JAX: Ope!
I'm sorry you see that as a betrayal.
The only betrayal I see is Clay not being the one going in that hole.
TIG: I murdered an innocent girl. WOMAN: Who's Veronica Pope?
ROOSEVELT: Damon Pope's daughter. Know my pain, Mr. Trager.
TIG: No, baby. Aah!
DAWN: No. Aah! TIG: No.
No!
This warrant's out for me, Tig, and Chibs. We need protection in county.
You keep us alive. We'll see what we can do.
So you came to say goodbye? Unh! Yeah.
ROOSEVELT: Get him out of here! TARA: What the hell is Opie doing?
GEMMA: He's staying close.
[LOCK BUZZES]
GUARD: On the gate.
[MEN CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY]
[DOOR CLOSES THEN LOCK BUZZES]
Here we go.
MAN 1: This ain't happening here, ese.
MAN 2: This is our beef.
You ain't got no business with these boys.
That word comes straight from the shoe.
You got a spot with us, boy.
Appreciate that.
[WATER RUNNING]
Oh, hey. Hey.
Sleep Okay?
Unh. I had a nightmare.
My son didn't invite me to his wedding and then he got arrested.
Hmm.
Love hurts. Mm-hm.
CARLA: Emma Jean's waiting.
Wants to book her schedule.
I don't think your whore Friday is keen on me occupying your time.
Carla can be a little intense. I got a freelancer in from, uh, Indiana.
For the farmer's daughter's experience?
Something like that.
Depravity craves innocence.
Any word about your boy?
No.
They're gonna be fine.
Yeah.
[DOOR CLOSES]
[MEN CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY]
Pope finds out brown has our back, he's gonna find other ways to hurt us.
Aryans. Yeah. And the guards.
All these greedy bastards are on the take.
Teller. Let's go. With me.
For what? Shut your mouth and get your ass out here.
[MOJO MONKEYS' "BEATING DEAD HORSES" PLAYS OVER RADIO]
You talk to Romeo? Luis.
The guys are safe. Thank God.
Thank vatos with shivs.
He wants to meet. Lindelof Pines.
Seemed urgent. About getting the guys out?
I don't know. Are you up to it?
No choice.
GEMMA: What's going on?
BOBBY: The guys are okay. Are you sure?
Yeah, I'm positive. I promise.
Does Tara know? I just called her.
Okay. I'm heading over there.
We got a thing.
Yeah, okay.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
COMMANDER: Come in.
Sit down.
You want me to cuff him? Nope. We're good.
Relax.
Just here to talk. Yeah?
Is that what you told Tig's girl before you set her on fire?
Let's not discuss the tragedy of dead girls.
That's an argument you'd lose.
Look, I tried to reach out to you.
Somehow make this right.
What the hell do you want, man?
You were able to get protection inside.
Profitable relationships with the Galindo Cartel.
Real IRA, guns, coke.
You guys are too smart, too, uh, ambitious.
For a bunch of white-trash bikers?
To kill.
Now, I know you're not dealing the coke, you're muling it.
What's your end?
You don't think I'll find out?
A hundred per shipment.
Now 5O of that is mine.
That's not gonna happen without a-- This is not a discussion.
This is about you learning how to survive.
Now, Trager...
...he stays inside for the rest of his life.
I'll make sure he's treated accordingly.
This way, every time I think about my daughter...
...I know where he is and what's being done to him.
I need a dead Son for the Niner and the cop you killed.
It maintains my relationships.
I don't care who. The commander knows about it, he'll set it up.
When that happens, witnesses are no longer witnesses and you get out to earn.
Come on, man, I'm not just gonna kill one of my guys.
Yes, you are.
Before the next guard shift.
The cost of doing battle.
I'm not going to war.
You're already in it, son.
[CURTIS STIGERS & THE FOREST RANGERS' "THIS LIFE" PLAYING]
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
I didn't know your office was for rent.
Thing you gotta handle goes down in solitary.
Don't want riots in my yard.
Shift sergeant can walk you through the process. It's his game.
We're done.
GIRL: Can you make me another sandwich?
[CHILDREN CHATTERING]
Hey-
May I help you? I'm here to see my grandkids.
Abel and Thomas. Abel and Thomas.
Hi, Grandma. GEMMA: Hi, baby.
Sorry, only the father has access.
Excuse me? You have to be on the list.
Uh, you can have his mom sign a consent form.
Uh-huh.
It's because Diana's abdominal wall hasn't fully developed.
So Dr. Namid is gonna perform--
What are you doing? I'm so sorry. Please, excuse me.
Not now, red.
I'm sorry. I got it.
What the hell are you doing? Apparently I'm not on the list.
Jesus Christ.
Yes, the hospital requires consent upon visitation.
I'm not a visitor. I'm their goddamn grandmother.
And I'm their goddamn mother.
You will not bully me into changing how I raise my children.
I am not bullying.
I'm just helping the strangers that are taking care of my grandkids.
They don't need your help.
Wrap a scarf around that shit. What are you, 15?
I hear you loud and clear, Mom.
I hate it when she makes you stoop to her level.
I didn't stoop.
MAN 1: Yo, come on, brother. Let's go, let's go. MAN 2: Deal it, baby.
MAN 1: Here they go, yeah. MAN 3: Yo, for real with this shit?
What happened?
I'll fill everyone in.
Ain't you getting tired of this?
Lockup, or being confused by your vague questions?
I don't know, it just ain't fun anymore.
Chasing cash we don't need and spending every dime trying to stay alive.
American dream.
[OPIE SCOFFS]
CHIBS: Where'd they take you? Commander's office.
Face time with Damon Pope.
CHIBS: Shit, man.
That guy's got everybody tapped.
He gave me his demands.
He wants me dead.
He didn't say that.
He wants half our muling earn.
Fifty K per shipment.
Well, what else?
I'm not sure.
He's gonna have a guard fill me in.
And what? What does that mean?
We'll find out.
LUIS: Our sources confirmed that Pope met with Jax.
Inside. Shit.
Idi Amin's got reach. LUIS: Yeah. And he laid out his terms.
We have to prepare for every scenario.
Meaning if they don't get out alive?
Meaning one of our shipments was attacked. Torched trucks don't give us much comfort.
Mr. Galindo needs to know that everyone is paying attention.
CLAY: That attack was personal, not business.
You got your coke on time.
BOBBY: Tell Galindo to relax.
The MC will get his guns and blow, in one piece, on schedule.
LUIS: Good.
And you make sure our guys get out of county alive.
We need anything from your men, we'll call you.
JUICE: Clubhouse?
You know where she's been.
Who?
Gemma?
No. I don't know, man. That wasn't a question.
You know where she's been.
Not really.
I can't, Clay.
I lost my seat...
...half a lung, if I'm not riding in a month, I lose my vote.
She's the only thing I got left.
I just need to find out if it is what I think it is.
Her killing time with somebody to hurt me.
I ain't gonna set it on fire.
I promise.
Please. Juice, it's killing me.
AW, Shit.
[ENGINE STARTS]
[PEOPLE MUTTERING]
I'll be outside in a minute.
They told me I could wait for you.
Everything all right?
Abel's fine.
You mind?
Jax got picked up.
Manslaughter. Oh, shit.
Highway shooting last month.
Charges are bullshit.
They always are.
How's Tara?
Not good.
Between what's going on with Jax and her hand getting messed up...
...she's in bad shape.
That's why I'm here.
I think she's self-medicating.
Oh. Pain meds? Oxy.
Now I'm worried about the kids.
[SIGHS]
Does Jax know?
He's blind to it.
Well, you should tell someone at the hospital.
No. I'm not letting in outsiders.
Why are you telling me this, Gemma?
You want Abel in your life?
[CHUCKLES]
You want me to threaten her with oxy abuse?
What the hell did she do to you?
It don't matter.
I'm giving you the leverage you need.
Unbelievable.
Yeah, it's a shitty way in.
But it beats some messy custody suit...
...which we both know is the only other way you're gonna ever get to see your kid.
It's a small, unstable window.
Just think about it.
He will never call you Mommy.
Your promise to me. Remember?
Yeah.
I remember everything.
GUARD 1: Open the gate.
GUARD 2 [ON LOUDSPEAKER]: Yard recall by the block.
E Block, line up. JAX". Hey.
ls yard time up already? Cutting back on guards.
Bring half of us in before a shift change.
JAX: Shit.
Hey. The guard I gotta speak to is in solitary.
We gotta do this now before the shift change.
You with me? Yeah.
We gotta take this one alone, ese.
[SPEAKS IN SPANISH]
Unh! Ho!
MAN 1: You piece of shit. MAN 2: Come on, get these cracker bitches.
[ALL GRUNTING]
[SIREN BLARING]
GUARD 1: Get down. Everybody down to the ground. Move. move.
And fire.
[GUNSHOT]
GUARD 2 [ON LOUDSPEAKER]: Immediately lie facedown on the ground...
...hands behind your back. MAN: Unh!
Face 'm.
Two to a room, no yard time, one meal.
MAN: Yeah, my big black dick.
Who said that? All I see is teeth.
What'd you say? Unh! Shut up.
[GRUNTS]
Save that shit for the box.
Now, get your ass up.
You too. Get up.
Get back in line.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
It's open.
WENDY: Hey.
Sorry to barge in.
This is not a good time. I guess not.
I heard about Jax.
Yeah, you and everybody else.
Oh, my God, he's so beautiful.
Thank you.
I have to go.
We need to begin a conversation about Abel.
There is no conversation.
Look, your life is very messy, Tara. I know, it used to be my life.
And with Jax running the club, it's only gonna get more complicated.
And what does that have to do with my son?
His father is a convicted felon...
...and his guardian is psychologically fragile.
That's bullshit.
And I'm not just his guardian, I'm his mother.
Legally, we got married.
When? Yesterday.
Oh.
Congratulations.
You still have to tell Abel that I'm his mother.
Or the court will.
Why do this today?
Gemma.
Of course. It had to happen.
Do you really think she wants Abel to know you're his mom?
She tried to kill you. Or have you forgotten that?
No.
She's pissed because I'm not letting her run my family. What did she tell you?
That I'm unstable?
What?
Strung out on pain killers?
[SCOFFS]
Look at me.
You know what opiates look like. Are my eyes pinned?
I haven't taken a pill in over a month.
She played you.
Like she does me, like she does everybody.
Probably.
But it doesn't change the truth. What truth?
That I'm a surgeon and you're some ex-junkie biker whore.
You wanna come after me and my family? Bring it on, darling.
I'm not afraid of you or your bullshit custody threat.
[SIGHS]
Okay, Gemma.
What aren't you telling us?
Lying by omission is still lying, and you suck at it.
[LOCK BUZZES]
You the one calling it?
I guess.
I need a minute alone.
He can stay.
Word from upstairs is one of you four leaves in a bag.
Pick the guy. I'll handle the rest.
What's the rest?
We go to the box after the shift change.
He fights until he loses.
I'm guessing it's one of the other two.
I need to know which one.
We got a little action going.
Put odds on how long he'll last.
I'll give you a few minutes to figure it out.
[DOOR SLAMS THEN LOCK BUZZES]
Pope wants Tig to rot inside.
And he wants a dead Son for the Niner and the cop we killed.
I'm treading water here, Ope.
I got no idea how to keep everyone alive.
[GROANS]
[SIGHS]
I miss your old man.
Yeah, me too.
Tara found some letters.
Maureen Ashby stuffed them in my gear. They were love letters between her and my dad.
They made it pretty clear that J.T. wanted to get us out of guns...
...and Clay didn't want it.
J.T. predicted that Clay was gonna kill him.
Specifically, that he would sabotage his bike.
And he was right.
Yeah, that's...
That's insane.
Tara told Piney, Ope.
She was digging into him for truth. It was when we were inside.
When the cartel shit went down, Piney...
...he must have threatened Clay with the letters.
So that's...
That's why Clay killed my old man.
Yeah.
[BOTH GRUNTING]
Stop!!
Why didn't you let me kill him? Why didn't you let me kill him?
There's a RICO case pending against the club.
Otto gave up Bobby.
How do you know?
Romeo is doing double time.
He's cartel and CIA.
He put a pin in RICO so we could keep the big guns and drugs flowing.
That pin gets pulled, we all go down.
And Clay doesn't know? Just me and Bobby.
Clay is the only one that Galen will sell big guns to.
Romeo needs him alive.
[SIGHS]
That's it, Ope.
That's all the truth.
I had to make a choice, brother.
Kill Clay...
...or save the club.
You made the wrong choice.
My office said you called.
Yeah. I need you to fill out this, urn, paperwork.
CDC approval?
I'm gonna be doing some gratis work at the prison.
Okay. Thanks.
Some of the nurses were saying you got married.
Yesterday. It was a quick, private thing. We didn't tell anyone.
Oh, uh, security paged me on the way up.
Gemma's waiting outside daycare for the kids. You want me to handle it?
No.
It's a family thing. I got it.
WOMAN 1: Thanks. See you tomorrow. WOMAN 2: Bye now.
Ready to see Daddy, Charlotte?
GEMMA: You're late.
Wendy paid me a visit today.
What'd that bitch want?
[TARA SIGHS]
I love you, Gemma.
I really do.
You and me, we've been down a long road.
And I know you love Jax and the boys, and they adore you--
Where is this sad song going?
You're pissed off.
Afraid I'm trying to push you out.
That's why you're twisting up Wendy, trying to use her to hurt me.
Save the bullshit indignation. She copped to it.
I forgot.
You're the smart one.
My pretty little Frankenstein.
That's right.
And here's something else that might sound familiar.
Don't ever try to hurt me or my family again.
Or what, doctor?
You gonna kill me?
No.
But my husband might.
[PHONE RINGING]
Yeah, what? So I've got two of your guys, just walked in.
Real cute thing and some old dude. He's carting O2.
Oh, shit. That's my old man. I'll be right there.
What, you ditching another warrant?
No. We're just looking around.
You mind? No, no, not at all. It's all good.
I'm Nero.
CW'! '
You got a nice shop. Thanks.
This is Gemma's old man. CLAY: Yeah.
And I'm guessing you're the new one.
Look, I got no idea what your situation is, man.
Just know, this right here is not the place to try to work it out.
And we should go.
I'm just getting comfortable. JUICE: Oh.
CLAY: Whoa.
She available?
You really think that's a good idea?
Look, friend...
...I'm just a wounded guy in need of a little comfort.
Come on, Clay. Shut up.
Okay.
Huh.
You think he's up to that?
I'm Emma. JUICE: I don't know.
Come on, baby. It's time to graduate.
Really? Really.
What're you doing?
You think you're the only one who gets to play with white trash?
Actually, I'm Puerto Rican. CARLA: Stop talking, honey.
JUICE: Okay.
Is he charging me?
[LOCK BUZZES]
Looks like you two came to a decision.
Which guy goes?
Yeah, we're still working it out.
Just wanna make sure we cover the spread.
[GRUNTS]
Bad idea.
This is my hell, bitch.
I make the rules.
If you don't pick which guy fights...
...I Will.
[DOOR SLAMS THEN LOCK BUZZES]
You all right? Yeah.
What are you gonna do?
Pick the guy.
NERO: Excuse me.
Hey-
Where is he?
What, you knew he came up?
Well, Carla called.
Yeah, well, he's just pissing on my shoes, you know? They already split.
We're not together. You're not divorced.
[JUICE LAUGHING]
JUICE: Hey.
What are you doing here?
Where is he? Who?
Really? Shit.
NERO: Let's go-- You want me kicking in every door?
Are you kidding? Room 3.
[MELLOW MUSIC PLAYING SOFTLY OVER SPEAKERS]
What's going on?
[EMMA SCREAMING]
[GEMMA & EMMA GRUNTING]
NERO: Shit.
Gemma. Come on. Gemma, let go.
Let go. Aah.
[GEMMA YELLING]
NERO: Gemma. Come on.
Get off me!
[CHUCKLES]
[LOCK BUZZES]
You boys okay?
Yeah.
You, uh...? You find out what's going on?
Pope wants one of us dead.
Jesus Christ.
Me.
JAX: No.
No, you he wants alive and inside.
Forever.
[SIGHS]
All right.
So...
...how we handling this, Jackie? Hmm?
I don't give a shit who Pope is...
...or how deep his reach is.
He doesn't make that call.
We decide our fate.
Yeah.
[LOCK BUZZES]
Am I choosing, or you?
My call. No.
No, no. JAX: No! Agh!
No! No!
GUARD 1: Hey. GUARD 2: What happened?
Hey, hey, hey! Son of a bitch!
Throw him in.
No! No! No! GUARD 1: Get him out.
Get back! TIG: Hang on, hang on.
GUARD 1: Get back! CHIBS: All right!
JAX: Don't! Don't!
Let him go.
Keep it interesting, shithead.
Ope!
I got this.
GUARD 1: He's all yours.
[ALL GRUNTING]
CHIBS: Get up!
[MUFFLED SHOUTING]
[GRUNTS]
[SHOUTING]
[LOCK BUZZES]
Commander wants to see you.
You guys are heading back to gen pop.
I'm getting released.
There's nothing you can do to stop that.
I'll find out who you are and where you live.
And then I'm gonna kill you.
[LOCK BUZZES]
[DOOR SLAMS]
[SUN KIL MOON'S "THIRD AND SENECA" PLAYING SOFTLY OVER STEREO]
GEMMA: How's the girl?
Wouldn't talk to me, she took off.
Back to Indiana?
Another escort service.
Emma's an earner.
I'm sorry.
I lost my shit.
Maybe you should slow down with that.
You telling me what to do now? No.
I see what happens when people try to do that.
[CHUCKLES]
He pissed me off...
...coming up here.
Other side of anger...
It ain't love.
I got nothing good left for Clay.
Sounds like things went according to plan.
There's a new plan.
I just watched my best friend get beaten to death...
...for you.
Now I'm gonna get the club to sign off on your cash...
...but I need Trager outside.
Him knowing I saved his life gives me an internal advantage I'm gonna need.
And when I'm done...
...you can send him out the same way you did his kid.
Because I really don't give a shit.
There you go.
Finding the hidden advantage in an unfortunate circumstance.
Using pain to take you to the next level.
Those are the things that turn players into kings.
Yeah, I guess you would know.
Yes, I would.
Keep a short leash on Trager.
And these home invasions gotta stop.
It's not my doing. The Niners, then.
It better not be.
But I'll look into it.
I'd like to call my wife.
Let her know that I'm safe.
Yeah.
Be smart, Mr. Teller.
It's who you are.
[DOOR CLOSES]
[COLD SPECKS' "LAY ME DOWN" PLAYING]
[ABEL SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]
[PHONE RINGING]
Mother, mother
Want me to get it? No.
Father, father
Hello. JAX [OVER PHONE]: Hey, babe.
Hi.
Are you okay? JAX: Yeah.
COLD SPECKS [SINGING]: The ground is what this blood knows
[GUNSHOT]
OFFICER 1: On the ground! OFFICER 2: On the floor!
Let me see your hands.
What the hell is going on? OFFICER 1: Hands behind your back.
[PEOPLE SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]
OFFICER 2: Don't move.
Now you shoot my homey over there, man? Huh?
[PEOPLE CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY]
[YELLS]
NERO: Hey, hey, hey, that's not necessary, homeboy.
Had to be Emma Jean.
OFFICER 3: Yeah, yeah. In here, loverboy.
Take a seat.
Put her with the others.
[LOCK BUZZES]
Sorry, ese.
News travels fast.
Talk to Pope?
Give us a minute.
Yeah, sure.
[MAN SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY]
Come on, man.
Deal is set with Pope.
We'll be out of here tomorrow morning.
Figure out who we owe favors to in here.
And get me some intel on that sergeant in solitary.
Aye.
What about him?
JAX: He goes with us.
How?
Send him over.
CHIBS: Hey, he wants you.
I'm sorry, Jax.
I know...
...it should've been me in the box.
But it wasn't.
I talked to Pope.
The witnesses that put you killing his girl go away.
You're coming out with us.
You got me clear?
Yes. I did.
Thank you, man. It's not about thanks.
From now on, you back my every play.
You support all my deals.
And you never...
...vote against me again.
You've got my word, brother.