CHIBS: Previously on
Sons of Anarchy:
JAX: August.
AUGUST: Jackson.
Any word on what happened to
your wife?
JAX: Nothing yet.
AUGUST: You need to
understand that the revenge
can't land on the street.
JAX: I won't do a thing until
the time is right.
You killed my wife.
(Dun whimpering)
JURY: I'm here to help, Jax.
Just need to know the game plan.
BOBBY: We're gonna unravel
Lin.
Take apart his business.
Triads trade their weapons
for heroin!
RENNY: That shit was crazy
fun, man.
JAX: Let me know where I can
have my boys drop off some cash.
GIB: Man, that'd be awesome.
Thanks.
UNSER: Is that what I'd be?
A, uh, consultant?
ALTHEA: I believe the
official title is "consulting
investigator."
UNSER: I'm gonna want to see
everything you have on Tara
Knowles's murder.
ALTHEA: Why is that?
UNSER: Want to be the best
consultant I can be.
NERO: Things have gotten a
little unraveled.
JAX: We heard about the
Chinese guns.
NERO: Lin is gonna be here
any minute.
JAX: It wasn't us, Henry.
I put my Indian Hills charter on
it.
They're gonna dig in.
LIN: All right, you have
until noon tomorrow.
If I don't have something by
then, I will turn Charming into
a goddamn killing field.
UNSER: Spent the night in a
bathtub.
Bound and gagged.
GEMMA: What'd that cost you?
UNSER: Juice didn't charge
me.
Let me know if there's anything
I can do to help.
I'm tired of counting bodies,
too.
JAX: How you doing?
RENNY: You guys want a hit?
JAX: Nah, we're good.
CHIBS: Partying all alone?
GIB: Yeah, yeah.
It's just us tonight.
BOBBY: Yeah, it's Bobby
Munson.
Tell Lin we found the crew that
hit his delivery.
JURY: Hey, Gibby, open up.
It's me.
Gibby!
LYLA: Action.
(thunder cracks)
(electric crackle)
Throw the switch.
(electrical crackling, whirring)
Ah... mmm...
More power!
(moans)
More!
(crackling)
(moaning)
Ah!
(panting)
Skankenstein lives!
(thunder rumbles)
Skankenstein is... horny.
(Chibs laughing)
LYLA: And cut!
TIG: Yeah, baby!
(men whooping)
CHIBS: Yeah!
Scorsese ain't got shit on
you, baby!
LYLA: Congratulations, boys.
That was the first take of a
Red Woody production.
JAX: You're a genius.
LYLA: Thank you.
JUICE: You said you wanted to
help?
UNSER: Yeah.
And I meant it.
JUICE: You're working with
the sheriffs.
UNSER: I am.
But that's about Tara.
Something... I need to do.
JUICE: How do I know I can
trust you?
UNSER: You really gotta ask
me that?
(sighs)
You had me bound and gagged in a
bathtub, son.
I think I would've already
dropped the dime on you if
that's what I wanted.
JUICE: I need a favor.
It's a big one.
But it's something that I...
need to do.
Before I just run away.
UNSER: Okay.
But I'm gonna want a favor, too.
About Tara.
Anything that can point me in
the direction of her killer.
You give me that... and I'll
help you.
CHUCK: Okay, Abel, I'm
purple, and you're orange, okay?
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom...
GEMMA: Oh, Jesus.
NERO: Oh, no, that's too
heavy for you, mama.
GEMMA: What you got in there?
Guns and ammo?
NERO: Books.
GEMMA: Ah.
Way more dangerous.
SANDY: Hey, Gemma, are you
taking these?
GEMMA: Oh, no.
I got African crows at home.
They'd just shred 'em into
cat food.
You want 'em?
SANDY: Really?
Yeah.
I think they're beautiful.
GEMMA: Yeah.
They really are.
They see everything.
(knocking on door)
KIKI: Sandy.
Phone.
It's Ken again.
SANDY: Shit.
Okay.
GEMMA: What?
SANDY: It's my dad.
He doesn't like what I do...
until he needs money.
(Gemma exhales)
(birds twittering)
GEMMA: Oh...
(Nero clucks tongue)
GEMMA: You really have to
leave?
NERO: Temporary.
GEMMA: Can't believe you're
gonna make me schlep out to that
Stockton whorehouse.
(Nero chuckles)
NERO: Nah, it just means I'm
gonna have to spend a little bit
more time at your place.
(Gemma laughs)
GEMMA: Yeah, why not?
Everyone else is living there.
NERO: Aw, come on.
I thought you like a full house.
Grandma.
(Gemma laughs)
GEMMA: Yeah, I do.
I do.
Hey...
You sure everything's gonna be
okay with you and Jax?
Seems tense.
NERO: Streets are still a
little complicated.
You know?
But we're gonna get through it.
Hey, hey.
I-I wouldn't pull you back in if
I didn't think that.
Hmm?
GEMMA: Okay.
TOM: We went to Selma.
Found the house.
JAX: Was the crew there?
TOM: One of 'em.
Dead.
Shotgun hole in the chest.
JAX: Huh.
BOBBY: Shit.
Triads get there first?
TOM: I don't know yet.
There was a lot of blood and
footprints, but whoever did it
left a kilo right on the table.
It was ours.
JAX: Did you find the rest?
TOM: No.
Who were these guys?
How'd you get intel on them?
JAX: One of our other
charters, Indian Hills, bumped
into 'em a couple times hauling
guns back to Nevada.
Ex-peckerwoods, move meth and
anything else they can steal.
They put the word out, right
after your buy got hit, that
they had smack to sell.
(Tom chuckles)
TOM: Not very bright.
JAX: That's my point.
Figured it had to be them.
TOM: We're gonna dig into
this.
But for now, Henry will keep a
détente in place.
JAX: Fair enough.
Let us know if you need help.
(Tom speaks Chinese)
Okay.
CHIBS: Think he was lying
about that one body?
JAX: I don't know.
Why would he?
BOBBY: They were both very
dead.
Family and friends could've
found them.
JAX: And left the heroin?
BOBBY: Yeah...
JAX: Dig into the guy
that's M.I.A.
See if you can find out who
he is.
And where the hell he went.
BOBBY: I'll call Jury.
JAX: Come on, I gotta visit
Tully.
See if he can move these
extra keys.
TIG: Ebony Prince.
HAPPY: You expecting him?
JAX: No.
You're a little early.
12 Inches of Slave don't shoot
till this afternoon.
AUGUST: Get in.
JAX: So much for playful
banter.
CHIBS: I think they're still
a little sensitive about the
whole slave thing.
JAX: My bad.
TIG: If he drives, we follow.
JAX: So what's going on?
AUGUST: What did Lin's crew
want?
Saw 'em driving away.
JAX: Just tying down loose
ends on the Irish guns.
AUGUST: This doesn't work if
we don't trust each other.
Trust can't live in the same
space as secrets and lies.
You agree?
JAX: Yeah.
AUGUST: So I'll ask you
again.
Why were the Chinese here?
JAX: Same reason you're here,
August.
Chinese gun buy down in Selma
got ambushed.
We're the likely suspects.
I gave Lin proof that we had
nothing to do with it.
There's not gonna be a war.
AUGUST: I'll need that proof
as well.
JAX: It was local
peckerwoods.
One of our NV charters got the
intel.
I gave it to Lin.
His crew found them dead with a
brick of their H.
Sloppy amateurs.
AUGUST: Very convenient.
Dead alibi.
A few kilos still at large.
I know they lost four.
JAX: This doesn't work...
if we don't trust each other.
So, we good?
AUGUST: You know the biggest
difference between me and
Mr. Pope?
Damon made his bones being the
smartest guy on the street.
I made mine being the deadliest.
Don't cross me, Jackson.
I have no remorse killing you...
or any of the Sons.
JAX: Change of plan.
Visiting white will have to
wait.
(car engine starts)
It's a black day.
♪ Riding through this world
All alone
♪ God takes your soul
You're on your own
♪ The crow flies straight
A perfect line
♪ On the devil's bed
Until you die
♪ Gotta look this life
In the eye. ♪
JAX: What's up, bro?
TYLER: Yo.
JAX: Hey, thanks for meeting
us halfway.
TYLER: No problem.
What's pressing?
JAX: Shit. What isn't?
TYLER: I hear that.
Shit's getting very complicated,
man.
Sorry about your old lady.
JAX: Thanks.
Sorry about your crew
getting hit.
TYLER: Yeah, me, too.
JAX: August shutting down
payback... that can't be going
down easy.
TYLER: It ain't.
Why am I here, man?
CHIBS: August is clamping
down on us, too.
TYLER: I know.
He thinks you hit the Chinese
gun buy.
Did you?
JAX: The direction I'm headed
might not be the same as August.
CHIBS: In fact, we may end up
running head-on into each other.
JAX: If that happens, I need
to know where I stand with the
One-Niners.
TYLER: Shit.
We don't have independent
business like your club.
Laroy sold our street to Pope
three years ago.
August Marks feeds our pipeline.
If we shit on that hookup, then
we could lose everything.
TIG: Come on, bro, you were
solid before Pope.
You'll be solid after Marks,
right?
JAX: What if I promise I'll
make sure your crew keeps their
turf, stays whole?
TYLER: Shit with the Mayans,
my niggas is all sideways
already, man.
That's gonna be a hard promise
to sell.
JAX: Maybe this will make it
easier.
Half a key.
You move that on your own.
Nothing goes to Marks.
We'll take a nominal bite.
You use the profit to give
purple a base to break away.
CHIBS: And you get the other
half once we're sure you're
with us.
TYLER: Shit.
You did hit the Chinese.
TIG: Nah.
Let's just say it fell off
a truck.
TYLER: I have an internal
problem.
Could complicate things.
One of my OGs, Chester Kray,
he using this yellow-brown shit
storm to make a play.
He's splitting off, starting a
new set of purple.
JAX: How many going with him?
TYLER: Don't matter.
Any divide hurts me.
You help me squash that, and
I'll make sure that the Niners
land with the outlaws.
UNSER: I did some digging.
I may have an angle on the
murders.
ALTHEA: That was fast.
UNSER: Mmm.
ALTHEA: This from the MC?
UNSER: Um, more or less.
It might make sense to focus the
investigation on Henry Lin's
crew out of Oakland.
ALTHEA: Why would the Chinese
kill Knowles and Roosevelt?
UNSER: Look, the MC are
getting out of guns.
They're handing over their
business to black.
The crew under Pope's heir, uh,
August Marks.
The Chinese are upset about
that.
ALTHEA: So, why kill the wife
and not Teller?
UNSER: I'm not sure.
But Eli was assigned to escort
Tara.
My guess is he was collateral
damage.
ALTHEA: Who's your source,
Wayne?
UNSER: Somebody paying me
back a favor.
It's reliable intel.
Uh, you should dig in, hand it
off to the detectives.
ALTHEA: That consulting badge
isn't carte blanche to go rogue.
It's an A...
UNSER: I know, I know.
It's an A.D. investigation.
ALTHEA: I need to know who
you're talking to.
UNSER: And if I want to keep
him talking, it's got to be off
the record.
For now.
No disrespect.
Ma'am.
(door opens)
(door closes)
(music playing)
(woman laughs)
(door handle rattling)
RAT BOY: Shit.
I thought she was shopping.
BROOKE: Me, too.
WENDY: Brooke?
Are you in there?
Why is this door locked?
BROOKE: Uh, com-coming.
One second.
(music stops playing)
WENDY: Brooke!
WENDY: Oh, Christ.
Really?
In front of the baby?
BROOKE: Uh, he was sleeping.
RAT BOY: And he's, like...
a baby.
WENDY: Bad judgment.
(Thomas crying)
I got it.
BROOKE: I'm sorry.
WENDY: Hey.
It's okay.
You're okay.
It's okay.
RAT BOY: This was...
WENDY: It's okay.
RAT BOY: This was all my
fault.
Don't tell Gemma.
WENDY: She's just a kid.
Do not pull her into this.
RAT BOY: I'm not pulling her
into anything.
WENDY: Just...
just don't knock her up.
Okay?
Hi, buddy.
BAROSKY: This better not come
back to bite me in the ass,
Handsome Jack.
JAX: Come on, Charlie, you
can trust me.
BAROSKY: That's what Custer
said to his troops.
CHIBS: Charlie, you'll come
out looking like a hero.
(door opens, bell tinkles)
TIG: Jax, I just heard from
Chester.
Pier 19, bro.
JAX: We'll let you know when
it goes down.
BAROSKY: I'll be here.
Waiting for the Indians.
(engines shut off)
JAX: Thanks for meeting us.
CHESTER: Yeah.
TIG: Hey, boys, this is a
friendly conversation.
So we all just relax, right?
CHESTER: They'll relax when I
tell them to.
I know you been talking to
Tyler.
JAX: Yeah.
He had a few things to say about
you.
None of them good.
CHIBS: That's why we asked
you here.
JAX: We're looking for
someone in purple who's actually
got some balls.
Who ain't afraid to stand up to
August Marks.
CHESTER: Yeah, and why's
that?
JAX: Lin had my wife killed.
Marks won't let me retaliate.
Same way he won't let your crew
pay back the Mayans.
CHESTER: Boss be the boss.
What can you do?
JAX: I can handle my shit.
And when I do, boss ain't gonna
like it.
He's gonna try to turn the
Niners against us.
I'm looking for some like-minded
allies.
CHESTER: And if you find this
ally?
JAX: I'd split the spoils of
war.
But first I'd hand back the guns
the Mayans took from you.
TIG: 'Cause we know where
they are.
JAX: Navy docks.
Ten minutes away.
CHESTER: Well, that's bold,
I'll give you all that.
Your intel any good?
JAX: Oh, yeah.
Charlie Barosky.
Ex-cop, runs the port.
He's on my payroll.
CHIBS: We'll be in and out so
fast no one will know what
happened.
JAX: And you look like a
leader.
CHESTER: Okay.
CHIBS: See you there.
GEMMA: Okay, I'm gonna put
you on as a contact, which means
that you can pick up Abel from
school if we need you to.
CHUCK: I'm a excellent
driver.
GEMMA: All right, just keep
your claws out of your pants and
on the wheel; I'll be happy.
(clattering)
SANDY: No!
CHUCK: What was that?
GEMMA: What's that?
Whoa.
SANDY: Stop it! No!
(both grunt)
You can't just take what you
want.
KEN: I can take what's mine.
GEMMA: What the hell is
this?!
KEN: Who's this, your
whore queen?
SANDY: Stop it!
GEMMA: This dick a john?
KEN: I'm her father.
Mind your own business, all
of you.
SANDY: He's taking my money
again.
KEN: No, you're paying me
back, you lying little slut.
Where's your goddamn wallet?
GEMMA: Get out of here!
CHUCK: Gemma... Gemma!
Nero!
(Gemma grunts)
SANDY: No!
Daddy!
CHUCK: All right.
Okay, okay!
SANDY: Daddy!
CHUCK: All right, all right!
Easy, easy.
NERO: Baby, baby, you okay?
GEMMA: I'm all right.
I'm okay.
SANDY (crying): Daddy.
KEN: Leave me alone.
SANDY: Are you okay?
I'm sorry.
GEMMA: I'm all right.
I'm okay.
(Sandy weeping)
CHUCK: Oh, Christ.
SANDY: I'm sorry, Daddy.
KEN: Shut up.
SANDY: I'm sorry.
GEMMA: Yeah, you don't need
to be in there.
Here we go.
Let's get you something to
drink.
Huh?
ABEL: You're hurt, Grandma.
GEMMA: I'm fine.
Fine.
ABEL: What happened to her
daddy?
GEMMA: He, uh...
he did a bad thing.
ABEL: Does my daddy do bad
things?
GEMMA: No.
No.
Why would you think that?
Your daddy is a good man.
JAX: That's it.
Gray door, unit 11.
CHESTER: What, there's no
Mayans keeping watch?
CHIBS: Shouldn't be.
That's what they pay Barosky
for.
TIG: All right, you know
what, let's play this safe.
Hap, you and me will take your
two guys and we'll go in the
side door.
JAX: Yeah, we'll hit the
front, Tig.
CHESTER: Well, all right,
then.
Let's get our goddamn guns.
TIG: Come on, come on, come
on, come on.
JAX: Well... (sighs)
there they are.
CHESTER: Damn, Jax.
I see you weren't playing.
JAX: I'm all business,
brother.
CHESTER: Check them out.
This one.
(cell phone ringing)
JAX: Hey, Mom, what's up?
(indistinct radio communication)
GEMMA: "I'm not afraid of
monsters.
Monsters are my friends."
(indistinct radio communication)
JAX: Who the hell called
the sheriffs?
CHUCK: Sandy.
Her dad told her to.
JAX: All right.
GEMMA: "I can hear them
pillow-fight."
CHIBS: Mama.
(Gemma sighs)
GEMMA: Yeah.
JAX: You okay?
GEMMA: Yeah.
I'm sorry.
CHIBS: Where's the animal
that hit you?
GEMMA: He's in the kitchen.
JAX: Did he see it?
GEMMA: Not really.
JAX: You good, little man?
(knocking)
ALTHEA: Shut the door,
please.
Sheriff Althea Jarry.
JAX: Jax Teller.
CHIBS: Chibs.
ALTHEA: I didn't realize this
was a family business.
NERO: Well, we're business
partners.
Uh, we run another place out of
Stockton, as well.
ALTHEA: I know.
JAX: This is a rare
occurrence for us.
We run a legit, quiet business
here.
ALTHEA: I get it.
All your paperwork's in order.
Your permits are up to date.
However, Mr. Haas, your
employee's father... he's
pressing assault charges.
NERO: Well, we're gonna be
pressing charges, as well, then.
He came in here, and he smacked
Gemma.
ALTHEA: Mr. Haas says he came
by to pick up the money his
daughter owed him.
They were having a family
discussion.
Gemma interfered.
He told her to back off.
Then Mr. Padilla here went to
town on him.
JAX: Oh, come on.
That doesn't even make sense.
ALTHEA: I'll tell you what.
I'll have a chat with the dad,
let him know how complicated
these things can become.
JAX: Yeah, we'd appreciate
that.
ALTHEA: You know what I would
appreciate?
I would appreciate you helping
me find Juan Carlos Ortiz.
He's the only member of your
charter that we haven't
interviewed about the murders.
JAX: Juice split when I was
inside.
CHIBS: Yeah.
He didn't really say much about
where he was going.
ALTHEA: That's unfortunate,
because if I can't track him
down, the DA wants to put out an
APB.
JAX: I'll see what I can find
out.
ALTHEA: What about the
Chinese?
Would they have any reason to
want to hurt your club?
JAX: Not that I know of.
I'm a very big fan of their
food.
(laughter)
NERO: Are we done here?
Can I go?
ALTHEA: Yeah.
Just stay reachable.
I'm sure we can all work
together to keep Charming safe
and profitable... for everyone.
Understood?
JAX: Yes, ma'am.
ALTHEA: We should connect
later... Scotty.
JAX: There is a new sheriff
in town.
Apparently, she's looking for a
profitable relationship.
CHIBS: And a good old
Glaswegian humpin'.
NERO: I'm gonna let you guys
handle all the humping.
Barosky called while all this
shit was going down.
There's trouble at the docks.
JAX: What trouble?
NERO: I don't know, but I'm
going to go down there and find
out.
...gonna need you to sign
a release.
KEN: Fine.
NERO: Look after your mom.
JAX: Yeah.
Hey.
APB on Juice is very bad.
CHIBS: Mm-hmm.
Hey, I'm sure that boy is far,
far away.
(knocking)
JUICE: You park in the back?
UNSER: Yeah.
You, uh, sure you want to do
this?
JUICE: I have to.
You can't back out.
UNSER: Okay.
Let's go.
(phone ringing)
JURY: Yeah?
BOBBY: Jury, it's Bobby
Elvis.
JURY: What's up, Bobby?
BOBBY: I'm gonna need some
intel, my brother.
We've been getting some blowback
about those guys who helped us
with the Chinese.
JURY: What kind of blowback?
BOBBY: Well, I heard they've
been bragging about what
happened.
We just need to track 'em down,
remind them about... policy.
JURY: Sorry to hear that.
That's my bad.
I vouched for them.
BOBBY: Well, it's not a
problem yet, but we just want to
find out who they are before it
does.
JURY: Of course.
Knew the one guy a little bit.
Name was Gib.
O'Leary, I think it was.
BOBBY: Yeah?
Well, that helps.
JURY: Sure.
Anything else?
BOBBY: No.
Appreciate it.
JURY: All right.
Take care, Bobby.
Give my best to Jax.
BOBBY: Will do.
(sighs)
JAX: We took care of your
internal problem.
Chester won't be making noise
no more.
TYLER: I appreciate that.
Some of my crew... they're gonna
get very nervous when that word
gets out.
CHIBS: Yeah.
But the rest are gonna be very
loyal.
JAX: You need to weed out the
nervous ones.
TIG: Yeah, man. You do.
We don't want to have to do this
again.
TYLER: How do I do that?
JAX: Why don't you have
someone you trust put out the
word that Chester is gathering
up anyone who wants to see a
change in leadership.
TYLER: His ghost?
JAX: Yeah.
(phone rings)
Say he's meeting out of town.
Stockton.
The old Creme Club on
Winchester.
4:00.
TYLER: I can do that.
JAX: We're in this together
now, brother.
You understand that, right?
TYLER: I'm good with that.
I'll make the call to August.
Let him know about our renegade
problem.
JAX: My brother.
TYLER: Appreciate it.
JAX: No doubt.
TYLER: We good.
All right, let's roll, baby.
Right.
(engine starts)
CHIBS: Jackie.
That was the DPO.
My parole officer needs to
see me.
TIG: What for?
CHIBS: I don't know.
Just left a message.
Be at the diner across from
their office in an hour.
HAPPY: Bullshit check-in.
D.O.C. cracking down.
JAX: All right, go.
Handle it.
CHIBS: Aye.
(engines start)
BAROSKY: Make sure your guys
wipe this place completely
clean, get it...
GUYER: All right.
NERO: Aw, Jesus Christ.
BAROSKY: You fix this.
GUYER: Yeah.
BAROSKY: A beautiful day in
the neighborhood.
NERO: How many?
BAROSKY: Three One-Niners.
My guys got a call about
something black.
Saw the lock blown off the door.
They come in here hot.
End up dropping all of 'em.
GUYER: We'll dump 'em in
Lincoln Village.
Give those shitheads something
to do.
We don't like paperwork.
BAROSKY: Thanks, Paulie.
This cleanup's gonna require
something extra in next week's
envelope.
OSO: How the hell did the
Niners find out where we store
our shit?
BAROSKY: Not my problem.
You pay me to protect it.
I did.
I think it's gonna get worse.
There's a one-nine coup going
down right now in Oakland.
These guys had something to do
with it.
Word is, Tyler had nothing to do
with coming after your guns.
NERO: Shit.
Rogue set looking to arm up.
OSO: Makes them a threat got
to be dealt with.
BAROSKY: Exactly, and I don't
want it landing here.
NERO: Here?
BAROSKY: This Niner splinter
group is meeting here in
Stockton off the grid, gathering
up at the old Creme Club down on
Winchester.
They'll be there today at 4:00.
OSO: Huh.
How do you know that?
BAROSKY: I know everything
dirty that moves within a
ten-mile radius of here.
You should take note of that.
(Oso speaks Spanish)
OSO: Oye, collect your crew.
We'll meet at the liquor store.
NERO: Hey.
This is a Mayan problem.
OSO: No, carnal, it's a brown
problem.
And you may not want to believe
this, ese, but you're in this
shit as deep as the rest of us.
So be there.
Packed.
Vámonos.
(indistinct chatter)
(door opens, bell tinkles)
UNSER: Yo.
CHIBS: What are you doing
here?
UNSER: Sit down, please.
Sit down.
I had a friend make that call
from the, uh, DPO to get you
out here.
CHIBS: And why the hell would
you do that?
UNSER: Uh, sorry.
JUICE: I took him at
gunpoint.
He had no choice.
CHIBS: Jesus Christ.
You dumb bastard.
JUICE: It's the only way I
can get you to come alone.
I needed to talk to you.
CHIBS: We're way past
talking.
You should've run when you had
the chance, buddy.
JUICE: This is all I have.
I got no place to run to.
CHIBS: What the hell do you
want?
JUICE: Did the club vote for
Mayhem, or is Jax doing this on
his own?
(Chibs scoffs)
CHIBS: That's none of your
business.
JUICE: I need to know if
there's something I can do to
earn my way back.
I'll do anything, man.
Please.
CHIBS: If I were you, I'd
take that gun, put it in my
mouth and pull the trigger.
JUICE: Keys.
You follow me out, I'll put a
round in your tires.
I'm sorry, brother.
I never meant to hurt the club.
It's the only family I have.
I love you.
UNSER: Whoa.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
There's a dozen badges between
you and the door.
CHIBS: Where is he going?
UNSER: I have no idea.
He's lost, son.
CHIBS: I know.
That's why he has to go away.
CHIBS: He wanted to know
if there was a way back into
the MC.
HAPPY: Unbelievable.
CHIBS: So I told him to turn
the gun on himself.
QUINN: How'd he get to Unser?
CHIBS: Says he turned up at
the trailer, middle of the
night.
Took him at gunpoint.
JAX: What does Unser know?
CHIBS: He knows we want him
dead.
But he doesn't know why.
JAX: All right, we should
alert the other charters.
He might reach out.
Take an envelope to our friendly
sheriff.
CHIBS: I'll convince her
Juice is a dead end.
What do you think?
Two K?
JAX: Yeah.
Get her off the Chinese trail.
CHIBS: Aye.
Absolutely.
BOBBY: I got a name on the
missing body from Jury.
I gave it to the bounty hunter
that's with my ex.
Let's see what he turns up.
(knocking)
JAX: Good.
(door opens)
LYLA: Some guys out back to
see you.
TIG: What color?
LYLA: Black and blacker.
TIG: Oh.
Let's go.
JAX: I'll be right there.
QUINN: Right on.
Chibby... Chibs...
BOBBY: You know...
any time you feel the need to
slow this down, we would
understand that, too.
JAX: I'm okay.
BOBBY: Okay.
(door opens)
(door shuts)
GEMMA: When I think about
where this all started...
...sometimes I wonder what
would've happened if you
didn't come back.
If Wendy hadn't been such a
mess.
But then I look at them, and...
I realize... it all happened the
way it was supposed to happen.
Everything, really...
(knocking at door)
WENDY: Hey.
You talking to your birds?
GEMMA: Yeah.
WENDY: Unser's here.
He needs to talk to us.
GEMMA: Okay.
BROOKE: I got him.
GEMMA: Mm-hmm.
BROOKE: Hey.
Um, thanks for... thanks for not
saying anything.
WENDY: Yeah.
BROOKE: I love him.
WENDY: You don't even know
him.
BROOKE: Yes, I do.
I... you must've loved Jax when
you were together.
WENDY: I still do.
(Thomas cooing)
I just know I can't be with him.
UNSER: I stopped Chibs from
going after him.
It was a cop diner.
GEMMA: Oh, shit.
Did Juice tell him who's been
hiding him?
UNSER: No.
I told the Scot he took me at
gunpoint from my trailer.
But the DA wants to put out
an APB.
GEMMA: Oh, Jesus.
WENDY: If Jax finds out he
was in town, it's just a matter
of time before he realizes where
he's been staying.
GEMMA: Is he back at the
apartment?
UNSER: Um, I guess so.
Where else would he go?
GEMMA: Right, go get him.
Physically put him in your car
and drive him out of town.
WENDY: Where?
GEMMA: Anywhere.
Find a hotel in Sutter or
San Jose.
Just get him out of Sanwa.
UNSER: He's a raw nerve.
I-I'll go with you.
GEMMA: Now would be better
than later.
UNSER: All right.
TYLER: It started because we
couldn't hit back at the Mayans.
AUGUST: How many?
TYLER: Hard to say.
Chester has influence.
Six... maybe more.
AUGUST: You need to kill
that virus.
JAX: We'll handle it.
We're just giving you the
heads-up.
These rogue guys could strike
out at the Mayans.
TYLER: Or the Chinese.
JAX: Shit goes down, you need
to know it wasn't us.
AUGUST: I got a huge property
deal that needs to close, and my
business partner's M.I.A.
Our investors are already
getting skittish.
The last thing I need is a gang
war that brings the Feds
sniffing around my
relationships.
End this rogue problem.
Now.
JAX: I hate to tell you, Mr.
Marks, but the war's already on.
And you're losing it.
♪ ♪
Yo.
This our dog?
Yeah.
That's Chester's ride.
Let's do this.
(engine revs)
CHIBS: Sheriff.
ALTHEA: It's Ally.
I'm off duty.
CHIBS: Okay.
ALTHEA: Chip, was it?
CHIBS: Chibs.
It's Scottish slang for
"street blade."
ALTHEA: My God, how old were
you?
(Chibs sighs)
CHIBS: I was an... angry
19-year-old.
ALTHEA: An angry 21.
CHIBS: Wow.
On the job?
ALTHEA: Easter dinner.
My ex.
One of them.
CHIBS: Wow.
ALTHEA: That for me?
CHIBS: Sure is.
ALTHEA: I was expecting intel
on Ortiz.
CHIBS: You finding Juice
is not gonna help your
investigation.
And this APB?
Well, that's just complicating
everything.
For everyone.
ALTHEA: Well, that's a call
that comes down from above, but
I'll do what I can.
At the very least, I'll buy you
a few days.
CHIBS: Right, okay.
Not sure where you're getting
your intel, but we're all good
with the Chinese.
ALTHEA: That a complication
as well?
CHIBS: I'm just... trying to
help you do your job.
ALTHEA: Yeah, I can see that.
CHIBS: That's a flexible
rate.
Based upon your services.
ALTHEA: Understood.
CHIBS: We'd also appreciate a
heads-up on anything coming down
from above.
ALTHEA: And I'd appreciate a
heads-up of anything ugly coming
up from below.
CHIBS: Fair enough.
ALTHEA: Good.
CHIBS: Good.
ALTHEA: Ride safe.
CHIBS: Thanks.
(door shuts)
(engine starts)
WENDY: It's just till you
figure out where you want to go.
JUICE: Yeah.
UNSER: You gotta stay put.
That APB goes out, every cop
will have your picture.
I'll check you in under my name.
WENDY: We'll check on you
tomorrow, okay?
UNSER: Let's go.
(knocking on door)
BROOKE: Oh.
NERO: Hey.
She home?
BROOKE: Uh, not yet.
I'm just doing laundry, but
have a seat.
Gemma made cake.
NERO: Thanks.
♪ ♪
GEMMA: Hey, babe.
(Gemma sighs)
JAX: Appreciate you
helping out.
GEMMA: Oh, of course.
You know, any excuse to bake.
Rough day?
JAX: Yeah.
This will help.
♪ ♪
Stay!
Hey!
What are you doing?
This place belong to Henry Lin.
Know who he is?
August Marks doesn't give a
shit!
(women screaming)
(grunts)
Oh, shit!
Home run, baby!
(girl screams)
(grunting, groaning)
Don't you look at me!
Yes, yes, yes!
All right, fellas, let's roll!
Get out of here!
Let's go, let's go.
Come on, yo!
(woman sobbing)
I might be back for you.
Let's go!
(woman continues sobbing)
Yeah, baby, fun in back
there!
(laughter)
TIG: How'd you boys do?
(whooping)
T.O.: Had fun!
I'm three for three.
HAPPY: Bastards one, Chinks
zero.
STICKY: Yeah, but those were
some skinny-ass hoes, man.
What's up with that shit?
TIG: Hey, next stop is
Chow Foo Spa and Rubs.
GEMMA: Hey.
Look, um... I'm sorry about
today.
I had no right getting in your
business.
KEN: How'd you find out where
I lived?
GEMMA: I asked Sandy.
I wanted to come by.
Peace offering.
Say I'm sorry.
Uh, pineapple upside-down cake.
You might want to put it in the
fridge... get me a drink.
KEN: Okay.
Come on in.
♪ ♪
KEN: So, uh, what can I
get you?
(grunting)
♪ ♪
KEN: No, don't...
(Ken grunts)
Oh, please don't...