Previously on Sons of
Anarchy...
You guys all alone?
Yeah. Yeah, yeah,
yeah. It's just us tonight.
Found the house.
Was the crew there?
One of 'em.
Shotgun hole in the chest.
Jury?
What's up, Bobby?
Gonna need some intel
about those guys who helped us
with the Chinese?
I knew the one guy a
little bit.
Gibby! Name was Gib O'Leary.
Figuring out how he
disappeared should shed some
light.
We're gonna find out
who ratted us out to Lin.
Juice fired shots at
some CHPs.
He went full mute as soon as
they put cuffs on him.
Probably best he's
inside.
Maybe the boy will get his head
straight in there.
Relax. I'm a friend
of Tully's.
I need your help to stop
Marks.
Just having proof that there's a
body on one of his properties is
not gonna be enough of a threat.
But if you sign a statement,
that's gonna be enough to back
Marks off.
We have a cabin.
I'll have my mom come out.
She can help taper you off the
junk.
She's done it with a few of my
guys.
That's what keeps you safe.
Here.
Give this to August.
If he comes with force or
refuses to meet, tell him that
goes to the D.A.
My name's Moses
Cartwright.
I'm the head of Mr. Marks'
security team.
His reply to your request is in
the package.
Tell your CPO I'm
ready to talk.
Fine.
You know, the club
ain't gonna give you shit.
You might as well just kill me.
Due process.
Hey, brother.
Happy and Rat are on their way
back.
Still trying to track down
Tyler.
How could I not see this
coming?
I'm out of my depth here, man.
This is not on you,
Jackie.
How can it not be?
I completely underestimated
August.
He's smarter than I am.
Zero vulnerabilities.
He's got no family.
No one close to him.
It's the perfect move.
He knows how tight the club is.
How much I love my guys.
You can't let this
pull you off track, Jackie.
Those guys downstairs...
they need you focused...
and strong.
Look what I've done,
man.
Diosa...
Colette...
West.
Now Bobby.
Hey.
Bobby knows the risks.
We all do.
And we're all still here.
Some of us.
I can't risk anyone else...
You can't risk not to.
If you cave now, everything
we've done over the past few
weeks...
...all be for nothing.
Why did we start this?
Tara.
Right.
And the brutality that was done
to your family...
...that's not finished.
Marks?
He's just part of this now.
Sons of Anarchy have a duty,
brother.
A mission.
And we need our goddamn leader.
I love you, Filip.
I love you, too,
Jackson.
♪ 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. ♪
Hey.
Montez is up at the cabin with
Gemma.
I got Quinn with Wendy and the
boys.
Yeah.
I put Tacoma with Lyla
in the garage.
Good.
Sorry about Bobby,
man.
Yeah.
So, you talk to Marks?
Just his new commando
leader.
What do we know about
Moses Cartwright?
Ex-military.
Special ops.
Blackwater graduate.
So is his team.
Shit.
That's a serious résumé.
What does August want?
What do you think he
wants?
The dead pastor and his family.
That photo and statement set him
on fire, man.
I never seen him do nothing
like this before.
Moses said for every 24 hours
August has to wait, he's gonna
cut off another part of your
guy.
Means you got until the end of
the day.
Jesus Christ.
We need to find out
where they're holding Bobby.
Already got my guys on
it, scoping out Pope's office
buildings and construction
sites.
What about safe houses?
Pope had a couple outside
Oakland.
Yeah, those got
compromised a while back.
But we'll still check 'em.
All right.
Thank you.
You know, I'm with you
on Marks, Jax.
But I don't know how much longer
I'm gonna be able to keep
playing double agent.
Niners are the only
ones that can get us close
to Marks so we can get Bobby
back.
Yeah, I know, but with
this new kill squad on the
street, they're gonna put it
together that I'm helping you.
There's no half-in,
Tyler.
You want business after Marks,
we do this together or you're on
your own.
All right.
I'll let you know what we
find out.
Jax, we heard
from Coletti.
The bounty hunter with
Bobby's ex.
He's got intel on the guy that
we used for the Chinese in
Selma.
Not today.
Jackie.
There's nothing we can do for
Bobby right now.
Until we hear back from Tyler...
If we track down whoever
ratted us out to Lin, we can
shut another door.
We need to find the
rat, pres.
He could be the one feeding
intel to Marks, too.
This shit should've been
handled already.
All right.
Bring Coletti here.
I'll call him.
Yes, you do that.
Gemma say why she was
there?
Club thing.
She didn't give me any details,
but she did say she was safe and
that Juice didn't say anything
about us helping him.
Yeah, for now.
He requested to talk to me and
the new sheriff.
I'm guessing it's about making
some kind of deal.
Why did Juice shoot at
those cops?
He's playing something
out for Jax.
That's the only reason he
ain't dead.
Hey.
Hey, you got more in
the car?
Nah.
No, that's it.
Thank you.
Sure.
Be out front if you need me.
Um, did the school
call here?
I don't know.
I was in the shower.
Why?
I guess something
happened again.
They're sending Abel home.
Oh, shit.
You need a lift?
Uh, no, they said
it's got to be Jax or Gemma.
Legal guardians.
It sounded serious.
Okay.
You mind?
You ever serve?
I already know the answer.
Infantry boot for Grenada.
Never deployed.
Reserves for ten years.
I bring up the combat reference
to make a point.
We're at war, you and me.
The eye?
That's all about expediting
a solution.
I don't know you.
I never will.
But if I have to kill you,
it won't be personal.
It'll be in the service of my
current commander.
Oh, come on, is that
really the line of bullshit you
buy into...
every day?
You look in the mirror,
you tell yourself,
"I'm not a bad guy."
You ain't a soldier.
You're a scumbag with a few
paid skills.
Thug like the rest of us.
You're right.
That's why we grabbed you.
You're the one with brains
and reason.
Teller needs you.
Can't be that smart.
I'm sitting here,
talking to you.
Come on, Munson.
You know how this plays out.
Teller will spin his wheels
for the rest of the day,
trying to track down where
you are.
Then I take off another
body part.
He gets that, it breaks him.
Tells me what I want to know.
You can save him a lot
of remorse,
and yourself any further
debilitation.
We've narrowed it down to four
possible construction sites.
However, it would be a bit
time-consuming and conspicuous
to go bulldozing acres of city
land looking for a body.
Maybe you accidentally put your
cigarette out on the right
location.
We get what we want,
and we can all go home and sleep
in our own beds.
You took my eye out.
I didn't tell you anything.
You think this little
twinkie-dinkie heart-to-heart
will push me your way?
I hope so.
I know how important it is for
members to ride.
I'd hate to see you lose that
clutch hand.
You're right.
This is about war.
And maybe tomorrow,
next month,
maybe ten years from now,
someone wearing a reaper
will cut your heart out.
Give me the location
of the pastor.
And just maybe you'll be the one
holding the knife.
This kid, O'Leary,
where'd you last see him?
Selma.
He helped us with a job.
That makes sense.
That's where his VA checks
were going.
He was a vet?
Yeah, Iraqi Freedom.
Had a few juvie priors before
he enlisted.
He's been MIA a couple weeks.
How about family or
old war buddies?
Nothing on his
friends.
Mom's off the grid.
Renee O'Leary.
She popped up for a marriage
license two years ago.
Her husband, Carl Egan, did a
five-year stretch at Corcoran
for running guns across state
lines.
Arms dealer?
Not to sell.
To distribute for the cause.
One of those militia whack jobs.
He's got a compound
north of Lockeford.
No street address,
just rural roads
and county markers.
These guys, they like to think
they're ghosts,
but they forget
that there's this little thing
called Google Earth.
Watches you piss in the
middle of the night.
This is good work, man.
Thanks.
Thank you.
Can you ask Bobby to
reach out to Precious?
Insurance doesn't cover the
kid's inhalers anymore.
I mean, this helps,
but she asked me to mention it.
Yeah, sure,
we'll let him know.
Appreciate it.
Take care, guys.
All right.
Let's take a ride.
I want you to smoke
this.
Give you a nice little rush.
Keep those deep bends
from hurting.
Yeah.
Now you keep drinking water.
These bananas, too, if you can
stomach 'em.
I got clean sheets out in the
closet in the front room.
Gonna need to change these.
Okay.
Thank you for helping us.
Well, you must be
important to Jax.
Otherwise I wouldn't be here.
You must think
I'm an awful mother.
It's not my place
to judge.
We all fall down.
It's about how we get up.
He's really...
a good man.
Grant.
My son.
That's the hardest thing.
Knowing my weakness has driven
him to violence.
It's not his nature.
That's what we do when
our family needs us.
Things we wouldn't do otherwise.
Well, sometimes
those things are a mistake.
An impulse that just causes
more chaos.
Doesn't matter what
happens.
It's why we did it.
That's what counts.
Wendy's on the
house phone.
Yeah, okay.
Stay focused on what's in front
of you.
Get well.
That's how you help your boy.
Looks quiet.
Too quiet.
Maybe the revolution
took a day off.
Jesus.
What the hell you
shooting for?!
We just want to talk!
About Gib O'Leary!
Hey! We got no beef
with anyone in there!
Whoa.
Guess they don't
feel like talking.
No. What do you want
to do now, Jackie?
Who's this?
Ma?!
Get the hell out of
there!
Denny!
Put it down.
You stupid shithead!
Put it down.
We got five guns pointed at a
kid out here!
All we want to do is talk!
We're not going to hurt anyone!
Let the kid go,
I'll come out!
You ain't exactly earned
my trust yet, bro!
Put the gun down!
Not until you let him
go.
Put down the gun,
Carl.
I'll cut you in your sleep,
old man.
Get over here, Denny.
Sorry, Mom.
You get inside.
This asshole...
...could've gotten us killed.
Go ahead.
Hit him again.
Tig.
Are you Gib's mom?
Yeah.
What the hell is all
this?
Carl is Gibby's
stepdad.
His real dad is a member of your
club.
Called me about a week ago, said
Gib was killed.
Happened on a job, and he had
to get rid of the body.
Keep it quiet.
I didn't get to say good-bye to
my boy.
I couldn't
give him a proper burial.
I was pissed off, and I
threatened to call the cops.
Which... clearly I would
never do.
Figured you guys were
here to keep
me quiet.
Who is his father?
Jury White.
I mean, if you ain't here for
Jury, what do you want to know
about Gib?
He-he was a friend
of mine.
We did boot together.
I've been trying to track him
down.
Oh.
I'm sorry, son.
Yeah, me, too.
Look, will you do me a
favor?
Don't tell Jury we were here.
I'd like to pay my respects
in person.
I never talk to him.
I'm sorry for the hostile
welcoming.
Carl gets a little paranoid.
Yeah, I can see that.
I'm sorry for your loss.
Quick thinking, Rat.
Thanks.
Tyler.
So far, he's coming up empty on
Bobby.
So...
Jury must've been the one
that took Gib's body from
the house,
saw Lin's heroin...
Maybe he put it together.
He's the only other
one who knew where we were
storing the Chinese guns.
Call Jury.
Have him meet us halfway.
Sutter Creek or Pine Grove,
somewhere quiet.
Just him and his VP.
Tell him it's urgent.
Okay.
That I need...
counsel on how to handle
the Triads.
Aye.
What're you gonna do, Jax?
I'm going to find out
if our rat's wearing a reaper.
Come on.
Mrs. Morrow.
It's Teller.
I'm sorry.
Could I speak with you for a
moment?
Um, alone.
We'll be in the car.
All right.
Come on, buddy.
Did you speak
to the head of school?
Mm. Yeah.
And your shrink.
They think the kid needs
evaluating.
Was that your call?
I just report
what I observe.
Some bully got in
his face and he stood up for
himself.
Abel hit the
kid with a metal lunchbox.
It put a gash in his head.
It was unprovoked.
Nothing is unprovoked,
sweetheart.
Look, Abel's a
good kid.
We all know that.
But clearly losing his mom has
affected him deeply.
I don't need a shrink
to tell me that.
Mrs. Teller,
we all want Abel to succeed
here.
You know what I want?
I want teachers and shrinks
and pompous assholes
to stop judging my grandson.
That's the sort
of aggression he learns to
imitate.
Good.
Next time I'll make sure you're
the one he slams with a
lunchbox.
That was Tully's
guy.
Just heard from County.
Juice put shit in motion.
All right, let's go.
Wake up.
My hearing is
tomorrow.
I'll land in Stockton on the
parole violation.
I need you to put me in Ad Seg.
Why?
I need protection.
From who?
It's a long list.
Why'd you go all
cowboy on the CHP yesterday?
I don't like cops.
Give me the deal in writing
before the hearing,
and I'll tell you who killed
Tara Knowles and Eli Roosevelt.
We already know it
was the Chinese.
What you know don't
mean shit.
It's what you can prove.
And you could give us
proof?
Names and the murder
weapon.
Well, you're going to
have to give us some of that
proof to take to the D.A.
Otherwise we're just wasting
our time here.
Chris Dun.
One of Lin's guys.
There were two of them that did
the murders.
I'll give you the other name and
the location of the weapon
once I have my deal.
I'm going to need a
few days to put this...
You have until
tomorrow morning.
What the hell was
that about?
He gives up names for isolation?
No plea, no reduced sentence?
This is the MC.
Juice betrayed the club.
He was a dead man.
Jax let him live because he
needs him in Ad Seg.
Henry Lin is in Stockton.
They have him in segregation?
I'm sure they do,
yeah.
That's what they're
using Juice for.
To get to Lin.
Pay for his sins.
He kills the Chink, buys his way
back into SAMCRO.
I'll see if I can
pull a sheet on Dun.
If we can get Gemma to ID him
as one of the guys she saw
leaving the house, I have to
make the deal, Wayne.
Put Juice in Ad Seg.
I can give the DOC a heads up,
but we have to put Charming
first.
Do you think he really knows
who killed Tara and Eli?
Yeah.
I do.
I'll reach out to
Patterson.
You coming?
Oh, yeah.
Uh, I'm going to go
change and get back to the
cabin.
I can have Quinn take me up
there if you want to stay here.
No, I'll take you.
Thank you.
I'm going to go check
on Thomas.
You hungry, baby?
Can I have some milk?
I got it.
Yeah?
Oh, shit.
Gemma.
Thomas.
Gemma.
Hey, what's going on?
You guys okay?
Jesus Christ.
Where the hell's the
baby?
I don't know.
What's the matter?
Uh, nothing, buddy.
Why don't you just go into the
kitchen.
I want to go in my
room.
No, no, no, not now,
Abel, not now.
Hey, you guys here?
Gem?
Wendy?
What...
Oh.
What's-What's going
on?
Okay, okay, come on.
Come on, let's go.
Come on.
Hey.
Oh.
They killed my birds.
Patterson's gonna
put Juice in Ad Seg for 48
hours.
When Gemma corroborates, she'll
make a deal.
Give him protection for the
length of his sentence.
You give the DOC a
heads up?
Patterson will.
Mm, yeah.
Okay.
This could close out
the murder you joined up to
solve, Wayne.
I know.
Something don't fit.
Gemma and Juice.
There's a piece missing.
Maybe you're too
close.
Maybe.
I hope you stay on
here after we shut the book on
this.
I like having you on my team.
You're a good cop.
Thanks.
It's not like I got a lot of
hobbies.
Other than, uh, wai... waiting
to die.
Listen, I'm, uh...
I'm gonna go check on Eglee.
See if there's anything she
needs.
Jax.
Gaines.
Long time, brother.
Chibs, how you doing?
All right, good to see you.
Good to see you, too.
Jury, how are you, brother?
Any word on Bobby?
Not yet.
Diosa, West and now
Bobby.
Shit's coming apart in Charming.
We've had some setbacks.
What's so urgent with
the Triads?
This isn't about the
Triads.
Someone gave us up to Lin.
Gave up the location of our
Chinese guns.
That's why West was killed.
Our girls slaughtered.
Someone?
You were the only other
one who knew the location of
that warehouse.
You better have all
your facts before you throw that
kind of accusation at me.
I know Gib O'Leary was
your son.
You should've come to us.
I didn't know you were
gonna kill two innocent men.
That shotgun you used?
The same one I used during the
Chinese firefight.
Mm-hmm.
I didn't raise Gib.
I only saw him twice in 20
years.
He looked me up when he got back
from Iraq.
We were just getting to know
each other.
None of my guys knew he was my
son.
And I didn't say anything about
finding him dead.
You should've told me.
Ratting us out to the Chinese...
It only made things worse.
I wanted you dead,
Jackson.
But I'm no rat.
I didn't tell Lin shit.
I don't believe that.
So what now?
You gonna gun me down without a
mayhem vote?
Is that who you are now?
Don't try to put this on
me, Jury.
You're the one who betrayed the
patch.
Wait.
You had the chance to
be something good for this club.
Something your old man always
wanted.
But you turned into everything
he hated.
You became the poison.
The reason he checked out.
Checked out of what?
I was the only one JT
trusted at the end.
You weren't even a
member of the club back then.
That's why.
I knew the life, but I didn't
wear his patch.
I was just a friend.
A safe ear.
So what did he tell you?
John couldn't live with
what the club had become.
But he also couldn't bring
himself to take it down.
Take it down how?
He wrote some kind of
book.
I never read it.
But whatever was in it, if it
would have gotten out...
would've destroyed the Sons
and tore apart his family.
What do you think happened to
your old man that day?
Out on 580?
Clay sabotaged his bike.
Yeah, we heard those
rumors.
But there was one thing that
didn't hook up for me.
That Panhead was an extension of
John... he would've known if
anything was wrong with it the
second he kicked it over.
Meaning what?
You think my old man ran into
that semi on purpose?
I don't know.
Maybe it was his sacrifice.
A way of letting his club and
family survive.
My old man didn't kill
himself.
It doesn't matter.
As long as he ain't here to see
what SAMCRO did to you.
Hey, hey, hey.
Hey.
What the hell did you
do?!
Jury admitted he was the
one who ratted us to the
Chinese.
I hit him, he went for his gun.
Jesus Christ.
The Chinese?
What are you talking about?!
Fill him in.
Fill me in?
You just killed my president.
You can't walk away from this!
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Easy, easy, easy.
There's history here,
understand?
Jax, it's Quinn.
Something happened at Gemma's.
This shit is gonna
vibrate throughout the whole
organization!
Your boy's out of control!
And he's going down.
Hey, hey!
My boy ain't going anywhere.
You understand?
Do you understand?
Chibs.
Chibs!
We got to go... now.
Come on.
Now!
What you making there,
sweetheart?
You want to tell Grandma what
happened today?
Why'd you hit that kid?
I don't like him.
Did he hit you?
Tease you?
I don't know.
You know you hurt him
real bad, Abel.
Did you know that?
It was a accident.
Do you understand what
an accident is?
Do you?
Hey, buddy.
I heard you had a rough day.
I'll be back in a minute, all
right?
Stay with Grandma.
Jesus Christ.
They had to get in
when, uh, we went to get Abel.
Quinn was out with Brooke.
I guess they must have been
watching the house.
Yeah.
Could you give me a minute with
my guys?
Yeah, okay.
I'm staying here tonight.
Can have a few of my guys, uh,
sit out front if you need Quinn.
Thanks.
What do we do about
Bobby?
We're running out of
time, Jackie.
Yeah, I know.
All right, call Tyler.
Have him set up a meet with
Moses.
I'll give him the body and the
statement.
But I am not handing over the
mother and kid for August to
kill.
Aye.
Let's go, guys. Come on.
Still haven't heard a
word from your crew.
You sure there's nothing you
want to tell us?
Yeah.
Suck my big white dick.
Good for you.
You got balls.
Most guys would've caved by now.
We got a call.
Teller finally reached
out.
Unfortunately...
he made the mistake of thinking
the terms were negotiable.
Tyler got a hold of
Moses.
Gave him your offer.
Hasn't got back to him yet.
Maybe he's got to track down
Marks himself.
Anything you need to tell me
about what went down with Jury?
Nothing you don't know.
We have to be careful
with this, brother.
This Redwood war...
it's making some of the other
charters a wee bit nervous.
Beginning to impact our
relationships with some of our
friends in the northwest.
This morning you told me
I needed to stay on point.
That's what I did.
Jury is part of this now, too.
I know.
But the way it went down,
Jackie...
there's gonna be questions...
about the rights and the wrongs
of the whole thing.
It was self-defense.
Aye.
But to Indian Hills...
it looked more like murder.
What did it look like to
you?
It looked like a very
complicated situation.
I'm just saying we should get
ready for the heat that this may
bring.
I'm ready.
Aye?
Yeah.
I offered it to Jax,
but I don't think the MC can
cover it.
So I found another buyer.
So, yeah, I'm-I'm selling my
piece of Diosa.
Wow. That's great.
Yeah.
My uncle said I can move down
there whenever I want.
Don't even have to wait for the
escrow to clear.
So when are you going?
As soon as I can clean
up things in Stockton.
I got to figure out some things
for Lucius.
Like... how to get him some help
down there.
Well, I can make some
calls.
I know a lot of OT people.
Yeah?
Yeah.
That'd be great.
Does Gemma know?
Yeah.
I could use some help with that,
too.
Listen, I want... I want her,
you and the boys to come down
there.
There's plenty of room.
Lucius would love to have other
kids around him.
God, Jax and Gemma
will never let Abel and Thomas
leave.
After today, how could
they let 'em stay?
From Moses.