NARRATOR: Previously on Sons of Anarchy:
LYLA: Hey, I was just showing the guys around.
Jackie boy, this place is fantastic.
I'm so excited.
This thing with Gemma. Is it going anywhere?
-I don't know. -I've got a gun and I'm calling 911.
[RITA SCREAMING]
MAN: Shit. -These break-ins were to put pressure on Jax...
...not a homicide investigation on me.
What happens? We get you at the head of the table.
-We get a piece of your end. -Guns, drugs, all of it.
[GRUNTS]
GREG: Shit.
Unserjust called. Greg and Gogo tried to kill him.
-Frankie? -Wasn't there.
You're using the Nomads to undermine my leadership.
You got every right to assume I'd be the one setting fire to your table.
I would be willing to bet the guy doing this is Pope.
These attacks aren't coming out of my camp.
-I was wondering if you could watch the boys. -Yeah, okay.
I'm trusting you. You'll be safe with them, Gemma.
Yeah.
[TRUCK HORN HONKS]
GEMMA: Shit!
[THOMAS CRYING]
[SIRENS WAILING AND SAW BUZZING]
EMT: Ma'am. Ma'am, can you hear me?
You've been in a car accident, and I need you to stay calm and hold still so we can help you.
What's your name? Ma'am, can you tell me your name?
Abel? Oh, my-- Oh, my God.
Oh, my God. My baby.
CHIBS: On three, ready? JAX: Yeah, yeah.
TIG: I got this, you got it? CHIBS: I got it. All right.
[TIG GRUNTS]
CHIBS: Shit.
CHIBS: Bobby's on his way.
TIG: Back to the cabin? JAX: Yeah.
-I'll drive Tara. -Okay.
What are you gonna tell her?
I'm gonna tell her there's a dead black guy in the back of her car.
TIG: Yeah.
[DOORKNOB RATTLES]
Get out of here, Juice. No more questions.
Someone went after Jax. Tried to blow him and Chibs off the road.
-Shit. They okay? -Yeah.
That ain't all, Clay.
St. Thomas just called.
Gemma got in an accident.
How did they know where to find you? Did they follow you?
I don't know. They were probably trailing us from the clubhouse.
-Jesus. Was it Frankie? -I'm not sure.
-Well, if the other Nomads went after Unser.... -We'll find out.
These were other members, Jax.
Samcro. This isn't supposed to happen.
I know.
Hey.
-I need you to stay in here. -Why?
-We gotta take care of this guy. -Oh, Christ.
[LITTLE LEO'S "WHAT'S IT ALL ABOUT" PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]
-How's she doing? -She'll be fine.
Couple of prison tats, Black Nation. That's it.
How do you wanna do this, boss? Pieces? Wrap him for a hole?
Other one.
Take one to Unser, have him ID the prints.
I want affiliations, who he works for, everything.
-Who's the other one for? -Damon Pope.
-Same request. TIG: Why Pope?
Because if he hired him, he'll probably lie about who he is.
-I'm tired of watching my back. -We have to go.
-What happened? -It's my babies.
[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
Jesus.
How long does this take?
They run the wire through his leg up to his heart.
It's gonna be okay, baby.
Like this kid hasn't been through enough shit.
-This is on Gemma. -Yeah.
-lf she was drunk or high, I swear to God, Jax-- -I know.
I know.
[MOANING]
You're at St. Thomas's.
-The boys.... -They're fine.
Abel....
-Abel, he was bleeding.... -He's gonna be okay.
-Just a cut on the head. -Oh, my God.
What happened, Gem?
[SOBBING]
All right. Abel's heartbeat went irregular. They gotta do a thing to reverse it.
-Oh, shit, man. The poor kid. -Yeah.
How's the baby?
Tommy boy, he's golden. He didn't get a scratch.
-Gemma's banged up, but she'll be okay. -How about you guys?
-Fine. HAPPY: We know who the shooter is?
Jax is gonna bring everybody up to speed.
-Just stay available. -Yeah.
[THOMAS COOING]
-I fed him. Put on a fresh diaper. -Thank you.
Abel did great. His heartbeat is stable. Keeping him here a couple days is just a precaution.
-Appreciate that. -Let me know if you need anything.
Is my mother awake?
-I'm not sure. I'll find out. JAX: Thank you.
BOBBY: Jax.
Unser's here. He's got some info.
It was an easy trace. Charles Turner. Been inside more than out.
Armed robbery, assault, domestic violence.
What about his affiliations?
Nothing on the outside. Black Nation in Chino. He just got out two months ago.
-No ties to Pope? -Ain't from Oakland.
San Diego, Long Beach.
-Okay. Thanks. UNSER: Hey.
Next time. Few fingerprints on a glass will suffice.
-Jax? Gemma's awake. JAX: Okay, thanks.
[CELL PHONE RINGS]
This ain't gonna be good.
No, it ain't.
NURSE: Let me know if you need anything.
JAX: What happened?
Were you drunk?
Guys in a van came after her. Ran her off the road. Just like you.
Jesus Christ.
Did you get a look at them?
No. Happened really fast.
-Van just came out of nowhere. -Oh, my God.
-I'm sorry, Mom. -Are my babies okay?
Yeah. They're fine.
-This is my fault. -Oh, no.
No, I'm okay, sweetheart.
You just go take care of business, all right?
Only one guy we know gets off on dead kids.
-Yeah. BOBBY: Pope, and he wants to meet.
Train yard.
Tiggy, you need to stay here. I'll grab Hap.
JAX: You keep an eye on my family. -Always.
I didn't know what else to do.
I can't have him hating you too.
CLAY: Sheriff.
Club owes you an apology.
For killing my wife?
For being careless vetting new members.
They were white, racist and violent. That fits all the requirements, right?
-What do you need from us? -Detectives will wanna talk to you all...
...about the Nomads. And they'll need any records you have on them.
Well, there ain't gonna be much.
-They were only in the charter a heartbeat. -I'll pull what we have.
Ortiz. Need to see you for a minute.
-Why? -Now.
-So where's Frankie Diamonds? -We got no idea.
-Is he the one calling the shots? -I don't know, man.
-Well, then find out. -Who do you think I am, dude?
I don't know shit, man.
[DOOR OPENS]
DOCTOR: Get him over to X-Ray.
-You'll be there for about 40 minutes. ROOSEVELT: You seem a little nervous.
I bet you Clay is real curious about our private little conversation right here.
Our blood bond we share.
You're gonna get me killed.
That concern left me when I watched my wife die.
[TRAIN HORN BLARING]
Let's go.
My company just closed a deal with the city on this property.
Five years from now, this will be affordable housing, multi-family units.
Retail. Park. BART station.
Where do they put your bronze statue?
[POPE CHUCKLES]
Some place where no one can chop the hands off.
I'll chalk that off to a decision made under duress. Don't test me again.
He was black, what the hell was I supposed to think?
That someone wants you dead, and hired a black guy to do it.
Unemployment's crushing the 'hood, brothers need work.
-Well, you were right. -Huh?
Attacks are coming from inside.
But how do I know the orders aren't coming from you?
The hand belonged to Charles Turner.
Tyler has the intel on his known associates. I assume one will be the second shooter.
Maybe they'll provide the truth you need.
Look, man, if I got a member trying to take me out...
...I gotta cross everyone else off the list before I go there.
Understood. Betrayal's an awful thing.
Maybe I should get me one of them goon squads.
Stay close, Jax. You won't need one.
-So, what you know about Turner? -He ain't local.
Got a brother-in-law lives on the 66. That's it.
All right. Let's go.
GEMMA: Thank you. -Sure.
[KNOCK ON DOOR]
Can you give us a minute, friend?
Okey-dokey.
NERO: Thanks.
What happened there?
Chinese cut them off because he couldn't stop playing with himself.
-See, I should've put that together. -Heh, heh.
I'm sorry this happened to you.
Hey. It's gonna be all right.
What?
I was stoned driving those kids.
I thought I'd be okay. I drive high all the time.
And I didn't wanna miss my chance to be with them.
I hear you. It's okay, baby. It's okay.
No. It's not.
Clay lied for me.
Told Jax someone ran me off the road.
I let him believe it.
Jax and Tara are never gonna forgive me if they find out.
That'll come back, Gemma. You know how that shit works.
You gotta get in front of it. You tell them the truth.
Tell them the truth.
Clay's coming. I thought maybe I should tell you that.
I need to step out. My bowels get very loose in situations like this.
Well, on that note....
-I'll check in on you. -Yeah. Thanks.
I'll walk you out.
Whatever it was between you and my wife, it's over.
Well, maybe we should let her make that call.
I know you and Jax are tight. The club appreciates your pussy salvation.
But make no mistake. You get in my way with Gemma, I'll kill you.
Don t worry, mano. I don't make mistakes. Not like you.
[PETTIDEE'S "REPRESENT" PLAYING]
Hey, hey We put it down and break 'em off
Hey Y'all, is you with me?
Down to break 'em off Little mama, is y'all with me?
Let me see you represent Let me see you represent
We put it down and break 'em off Y'all, is you with me?
Down to break 'em off Little mama, is y'all with me?
Let me see you represent Let me see you represent
JAX: The van looks familiar. -Aye.
But which brother was driving it?
Let's find out.
Hey.
Guess it's him.
Let me see you represent Let me see you represent
Hey. Clear this place out.
Rhyme biz, limo 10 Call my skills seven sins
To the lord I must repent For the all the coke that I sold
All the lies that I told Bloody money that I fold
Make my heart turn cold
And I got a story to tell About the killin', the pimpin'
The hoe-in', moneymakin'
[GRUNTS]
CHIBS: Shoot it off.
I need another chance I got blood on my hands
Lord, save me Or me and the devil gonna dance
CHIBS: Oh, shit.
I need another chance I got blood on my hands
Lord, save me Or me and the devil gonna dance
We put it down and break 'em off Y'all, is you with me?
Ray, there's nowhere left to go.
CHIBS: That's a bad idea, Ray.
Look, I didn't know what the job was, man. I was just helping Charlie.
-I get it, bro. A gig's a gig. RAY: Yeah.
-Why was Charlie trying to kill us? -Just him.
Guy we knew in Chino, Frankie Diamonds. He hired us.
Gave Charlie his custom chopper. Worth, like, 75K.
-Why'd you go after my mom and kids? -We didn't.
I don't even know you, man. That wasn't us.
So Frankie hires a black guy, makes it look like Pope.
-That greaseball is smarter than he looks. -What do we do with him?
Come here.
RAY: Oh, shit.
Hey, hey, hey
Please.
Shit. Please.
Let me see you represent Let me see you represent
Hey. What are you doing here?
-I hate hospitals. -Heh.
Yeah. I get that.
All I have is dues payments for the Nomads. Think that's cool with Roosevelt?
Yeah. This stuff won't tell him shit.
Anything you need to tell me?
About Roosevelt?
No. Why?
Well, he's been pressing you pretty hard since we got out of Stockton.
-Yeah, I guess. -Why just you?
I don't know.
I think you do.
He's just an asshole cop, man.
What's he know, Juice?
Nothing.
-Come on, Clay. -Don't lie to me.
-I'm not. -Hey.
You can tell me the truth, son.
-Please, Clay. I can't. -You got no choice.
Tell me, Juice.
My father...
...is black.
Eli found out.
He tried to get me to work with the feds.
Why? For what?
There's a RICO case.
Otto flipped.
Gave them past crimes. Eli threatened me.
The feds want the Irish and the cartel.
He said that if I gave him some evidence, that he would spare the club.
Jesus Christ.
[JUICE CRYING]
What did you do?
I stole that brick of coke.
Miles caught me doing it.
I panicked. We fought.
And he came at me with a knife.
The RICO case went away?
I guess they couldn't make it. The feds.
They cut me loose. I'm not sure about Otto.
[CLAY SIGHS]
I sent the Nomads to the trailer.
Unser took down Gogo.
I killed Greg.
What happens now?
Well...
...you take this bullshit intel to the sheriff and I catch up on some paperwork.
-Clay, I didn't-- -Listen to me.
Everybody at that table's done something puts them outside the reaper.
Self-disclosure kills the group.
Now, what we just shared here makes us even. Honest.
We're connected. Nobody else needs to know.
That's how it works.
Hey.
They released you?
Yeah, pretty soon.
-How you feeling? -Little sore. I'm okay.
Jax told me what happened.
Yeah.
Thank you for keeping them safe.
I hit a goddamn tree.
I'm so glad it was you behind the wheel. It could have been so much worse.
JAX: Hey.
-You doing okay? -Yeah.
Where you been?
Looking for the guy who tried to kill both of you.
Any luck?
We're still putting it together.
Do you remember anything from last night?
Make or model of the van?
No.
Color?
Dark.
Brown, maybe.
[CELL PHONE RINGING]
Don't worry. We'll find this guy.
Yeah, what's going on, ése?
Can I see Abel?
Of course.
-Anyone home? NERO: Back here, mano.
FRANKIE: Guns and knives. -Jesus Christ.
Drop the clips. Slide them across the floor.
-Now! -Okay!
These two have got nothing to do with the club.
Shut up and get on your knees. Hands behind your heads.
-Come on, Frankie. What the hell is this? -What do you think? I want money.
-I know you got cartel cash in the chapel safe. -We ain't a bank, Frankie.
Drug money comes from the Mayans. Cash from the guns goes straight to the Irish.
I don't give a shit where you get it. I need two hundred grand or I kill Ope's whore.
I got that. I got that.
In my studio. There's about 130 cash. Couple of good watches.
You want that?
-Yeah. NERO: Just take that gun out of her mouth.
FRANKIE: All right, Elvis, get up off your fat ass and go get it. Move!
You try anything, I'll kill them both.
NERO: Safe is in my closet.
Ten, 19, zero, three.
-How do you think this ends, Frankie? FRANKIE: This wasn't my idea, kid.
Clay promised us shit he couldn't deliver.
You're telling me Clay was behind the break-ins?
Come on, Jax, you know he'd do anything to get the gavel back and his cash points.
He sign off on you going after me and my family?
I never went after your family.
Someone went after Gemma and my kids last night.
-Why the hell would I do that? -Because you're a greasy scumbag animal.
Hey, hey, hey!
On the table.
Get back on your knees.
-Is that your truck out back? -Yeah, homes. Key's in my pocket.
Get the keys.
Get up, Scotty.
-Frankie, you got what you need! -Get back, Jax!
Jackie.
You're driving.
-Let's go. -All right.
FRANKIE: You come after me, I'll kill him.
You're making a mistake.
-Jesus Christ! NERO: Damn it.
BOBBY: Oh, Jesus. NERO: All right.
[MOANING]
Is he gonna kill Chibs?
No, he'll probably just let him out when he gets far enough away.
I got a doctor on the way.
He's a client. We're fine.
-You remember what you promised? -I know.
I'm sorry this shit landed here.
We ain't even open, I got an employee with a bullet in her leg.
I know. I'm gonna handle it.
How you gonna handle it? More bullets?
Come on, man. It's a club problem.
No, no, it's your problem.
And now it's my problem. That's the way this partner thing works, man.
I get it. And I'm telling you, it's not gonna happen again. Okay?
But we both know that's a lie, right?
So, what you saying, man? You want out?
Yeah, I do. That's why we got into this, remember?
You got a beautiful wife, you got two healthy kids. You need to accelerate the endgame, Jax.
-Get away from the shit that's trying to kill you. -I know.
I know what I have to do.
What about the rest of them? Because if Clay set these guys in motion, brother on brother...
...shit, mano, you ain't got no trust to lean on.
I'm gonna get together the cash we owe you.
What are you gonna do about Gemma?
Now, that's not your concern, Nero.
You gotta be kidding me with that shit, right?
After all this? I think I earned a little concern.
Clay lied about her being run off the road. She wanted to tell you the truth.
But you got caught up in all that stuff going on--
She almost killed my kids!
I'm not saying she didn't make a mistake but the lie, that was because she was scared.
-Yeah, she should be. -Really?
Well, what are you gonna do, prez? You gonna beat the shit out of your mom?
Ain't that been done enough by your family?
-You know what, bro? -Hey. Hey, hey.
You wanna be with Gemma? Be my guest.
She's your problem now. Partner.
That's a good boy. That's a good boy.
Could you give us a minute?
-Sure. I'll be in NICU. TARA: Okay.
JAX: Thanks.
What's the matter, baby?
I got some new information.
Are you gonna tell her or should I?
I love them so much, baby.
What happened?
No one tried to run me off the road.
When you called last night, I was getting high with Unser.
I thought I'd be okay to drive.
I just didn't wanna miss my chance to be with them.
I'm sorry.
You're done. You don't call, see or come near my kids again.
-Tara, please-- -Get out!
[THOMAS CRYING]
FRANKIE: Get out of the truck.
Get out. I said, get out. Get out!
Move it. Move!
Get on your knees.
Hey.
At least you can look me in the eyes before you kill me. You guinea coward.
[HONKS]
Shit.
[TIRES SCREECH]
[MOTORCYCLES APPROACHING]
Just tell them about Frankie and Chibs.
BOBBY: What about Clay?
JAX: We don't know anything yet.
Not until we can prove it. Until then, he can't know we're on to him.
However this thing unravels with Clay, it's got to come to the club.
-I know. -Do you?
[VEHICLE APPROACHING]
Just bring the guys up to speed.
We gave your detectives everything we had.
I heard.
How's your boy?
-He's gonna be fine. -Wow, that's good.
You know, Rita was pregnant.
Seven weeks in.
I don't even know if it was gonna be a boy or a girl.
Oh, man. I'm sorry.
The DNA under her fingernails was inconclusive...
...so I can't tie her death to the MC.
So that puts me back at square one.
So anyone who knows anything is either dead or ain't talking.
We don't know any more than you do.
Do you know why Bobby Munson was released from federal holding?
That RICO case fall apart?
What RICO case? Bobby was inside for Georgie Caruso.
Yeah, I get it. You and Munson gotta keep that secret.
Where's this headed?
That wasn't the only RICO secret in Samcro.
There's somebody else talking to the feds. Giving them information on the cartel.
You said we should work together.
What do you want?
I want Frankie Diamonds and anyone else responsible...
...for killing my wife and my unborn child.
I know you will find him before I will.
And if I do?
Give him to me and I give you the rat at your table.
[CAR DOOR OPENS THEN CLOSES]
[ENGINE STARTS]
Did you ever regret coming back?
To Charming?
No.
Sometimes...
...I wonder what would've happened if I never left.
Yeah.
I think about that too.
I think about all those choices lately.
You wanna tell me?
I'm pretty sure Clay was the one calling the shots with the Nomads.
How do you know that?
We caught up with Frankie.
Clay was using the home invasions to create a shitstorm...
...hoping the noise in and out of the club would push me out of my seat.
What do you do now?
I gotta prove it.
-Let the club make the call. -What call?
To cut him out and kill him.
How do we do that?
I have a plan.
You may not like it.
[MOTORCYCLE APPROACHING]
[BLACKBERRY SMOKE'S "AIN'T MUCH LEFT OF ME" PLAYING ON RADIO]
I got calls in to everybody. We're gonna find Frankie. Put this shit to bed.
I know.
What did Pope have to say?
Gave us some good intel on the second shooter.
CLAY: Uh-huh.
My guess is that Frankie hired black to put us off the truth.
Got some facts straight.
Oh, yeah? And what's that?
No one went after Gemma or my kids.
I know why you lied for her.
I'd have done the same thing to protect Tara.
Does Gemma know?
Yeah.
Tara's cut her out. She's dead to my family.
Shit.
You're the only thing she's got left.
She don't want me.
I'm worried about her, Clay. She's already on edge.
I'm not sure what happens to her without family.
She's gonna need you.
[DOOR OPENS]
[DOOR CLOSES]
[CARLA MORRISON'S "DISFRUTO" PLAYING ON RADIO]
[KNOCK ON DOOR]
Somebody here to see you, babe.
NERO: You okay here? -Yeah.
-I heard what you said. -Good.
Be civil.
I didn't feel like going home.
You wanna fix the damage you've done?
Yes. Of course I do.
Then you need to prove to Tara that you can be trusted.
I'm cold turkey, Jax. No booze. No weed. I'm serious.
It's not that easy.
Then how? Just tell me.
Clay was the one that put the Nomads in motion.
The home invasions. Attack on me and Chibs. Everything.
Oh, my God.
I need proof.
You're gonna get it for me.
What are you talking about?
He'd do anything for you.
Let him in, get his trust.
You want me to spy on him?
I want you to be with him.
Sleep with him.
Make him feel like a king.
The dirty secrets will start to flow just like they always did.
What if I can't do that?
Then get used to living in a brothel.
Because hookers and bangers are gonna be your only family.