Previously on Sons of Anarchy...

GEORGIE: Wait, I got money!

I got Asian backing.

Billionaire sex freaks.

CLAY: They looking for any other investments?

GEORGIE: All the time.

OSWALD: Hale's investors came together.

Charming Heights is a go.

ROOSEVELT: City Council hearing is tomorrow night.

Pushes through the construction of Charming Heights.

POTTER: Hale found his investors.

OPIE: Oh, God.

Dad?

Oh, my God.

What are you doing here?!

UNSER: Clay killed your old man.

JAX: You want to tell me what happened to Piney?

OPIE: Clay killed my old man.

Did you know?!

JAX: No, Ope!

OPIE: You're going to die.

JAX: Ope!

Don't make me kill you.

(grunting and groaning)

JAX: Oh, shit.

UNSER: Christ!

JAX: Call an ambulance!

We're prepping him for surgery.

GEMMA: Just keep him alive.

Clay will keep on hurting

everyone that gets in his path.

Where are the letters, Tara?

I'll give them to Clay.

We put this to bed.

This may be the only way we get out of this alive.

TARA: They're in the storage unit.

JAX: I know Clay and Piney

were beefing over this cartel shit.

GEMMA: Wasn't over the cartel-- it was over these.

They're letters from your father.

Clay Morrow killed your father.

Stole that seat away from this family, gunned down your

father's best friend.

He tried to kill your wife.

He's a murderous traitor.

You take your place at the head

of this table where you belong.

You kill Clay.

TARA: And this is how you do it.

It's a blood thinner.

He'll bleed into his lungs and drown.

You kill him, and then you come

and get me and our boys and

drive us out of this poisonous town.

GEMMA: What are you doing?

TARA: Everything you taught me.

He's mine.

GAALAN: Well, you know how the cartel does business.

They're heathens.

CLAY: Don't like what you

hear, take your big guns and go home.

GAALAN: And you'll be at that sit-down?

CLAY: Absolutely.

I'm your guy, Gaalan.

POTTER: Juan Carlos just locked down our Irish-cartel gun meet.

JAX: We got a member inside who may have flipped.

Otto Delaney.

LUIS: Does Otto know about us?

JAX: No, but it means the Feds could be circling us.

ROMEO: I'm not sure who he

was talking to, but he never sold out your club.

JAX: You sure?

ROMEO: Trust me.

I'll see you at 3:00.

JAX: Yeah, we're a go.

(garbled radio transmission)

POTTER: In the last 16 months, this case has taken

98,000 man-hours in four different countries.

Recently, it claimed the life

of our colleague, FBI Agent Ronald Worski.

Now, our sacrifices and hard

work allow us this moment--

an opportunity to bring three violent and criminal

organizations to justice.

Ladies and gentlemen, we are

clear to execute all warrants.

(hollering)

And whatever or whomever you believe in...

may it grant you safety and speed.

(motorcycle engines humming)

MEDINA: We're out.

He covered it.

LUIS: That's good.

ROMEO: I talked to Teller.

MC's on board.

Irish will be there.

LUIS: Transport's all set.

MEDINA: All right. Let's go.

We don't want to be late.

(engine starts)

What's up?

HAPPY: Got one of each big

gun in the back of the van.

JAX: Okay, good.

Take a walk, all right?

Make sure none of the Wahewa are around.

HAPPY: Got it.

POTTER: Tell Casey to pull back.

Make sure they don't spot him.

ROOSEVELT: Where's the rest of them?

POTTER: Jax is early.

They'll show.

GRAD: Oh, my God.

GRAD: Shit!

ROOSEVELT: What the hell are they doing here?

Alphonse Medina, Operative supervisor, Central Intelligence Agency.

Are you Lincoln Potter? AUSA?

POTTER: Let me guess.

You recruited Señor Parada and Torres from Grupo Aeromovil.

MEDINA: Can we talk in private?

POTTER: No.

If the three amigos have something to say, say it to my team.

ROMEO: Yes, we've been working with the CIA.

LUIS: NCS. Inside Sonora.

ROOSEVELT: So what does this mean for RICO?

POTTER: It means our government is backing one cartel to overthrow the others.

'Cause if you control the drugs... you control the politics.

MEDINA: It's how we stabilize an important ally.

POTTER: Oh, yes, that, too.

MEDINA: We're shutting down your RICO operation.

ROOSEVELT: Jesus Christ.

ROMEO: This deal with the Sons of the Irish has to go through.

MEDINA: It's all right there.

Justice Department has signed off.

You better brief your team.

They're gonna need to turn over all their files and contacts.

(indistinct radio transmission)

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

CHIBS: Jackie.

JAX: Gaalan, good to see you.

GAALAN: Where's Clay?

JAX: Something went down last night.

Clay got shot.

GAALAN: What happened?

JAX: We're not sure yet.

They hit him at the garage.

Had nothing to do with this.

CHIBS: There's been a problem brewing in Oakland; white thing.

GAALAN: Is he gonna live?

JAX: Yeah. Yeah, he pulled through the worst of it.

This is Romeo Parada.

ROMEO: Mr. O'Shay.

Pleasure to meet you.

My associate, Luis Torres.

LUIS: Heard a lot about you, sir.

GAALAN: When will Clay be back on his feet?

JAX: It's hard to say right now.

We're up to speed on schedules and routes.

I'll be able to talk you through everything.

GAALAN: No, you won't.

I made it very clear to Clay, the only way this deal happens is if he's running it.

JAX: Gaalan, we run things as a club.

We can make this work without Clay.

GAALAN (chuckles): It's not just about making it work.

It's about trust.

I have little in you, and less in them.

When Clay is back at the table, we can discuss the deal.

Until then, there is none.

JAX: Gaalan!

CHIBS: Jackie, leave it.

You'll make it worse.

These stubborn bastards won't hear you.

ROMEO: We have to talk.

JAX: Yeah.

POTTER: Goes down as quickly as it goes up.

ROOSEVELT: So that's it, huh?

They just let the MC's continue to run drugs and sell weapons to the goddamn cartel.

POTTER: For the greater good.

ROOSEVELT: What about the smaller good?

They are doing this shit in my county.

What is this for?

POTTER: I thought you might want to be the one to release him.

I had the DEA raid his weed shop, tell the workers that they picked up the owners.

Gives him a cover story for the last 24 hours.

I've stricken Juice's colored past from the record.

He's... he's free and clear.

ROOSEVELT: Why would you do that?

POTTER: Because.

The bad guys won today, Sheriff.

And they may not know it yet, but Juice and the MC are on the losing end, just like us.

I have tremendous respect for you, Eli.

ROOSEVELT: You're a really odd dude, man.

You know that's really hard to get past, right?

POTTER: I do.

But it serves a purpose.

I don't really like people all that much.

(chuckles softly)

Be well, sir.

ROOSEVELT: Yeah.

You, too.

(car door opens)

(door closes)

(engine starts)

JAX: Look, I'm sorry.

We really had thought we could pull this off.

The truth is we're in over our heads.

I know Clay thought we could make this work, but we can't.

We're not drug mulers, big arms dealers.

We're small-time, man.

We can't do this anymore.

ROMEO: I'm afraid we're at cross purposes, Mr. Teller.

JAX: Oh, shit.

LUIS: Otto Delaney did sell you out.

U.S. Attorney was gonna crush this meet with RICO.

We stopped them because we need this relationship to continue.

ROMEO: CIA is subsidizing Galindo.

We need the money from the coke and the Irish guns to do that.

JAX: You just heard O'Shay.

He won't deal with me.

ROMEO: Then you better make sure Clay gets well... soon.

Because if you don't, we give RICO the green light.

JAX: Do the Feds have Bobby and Juice?

LUIS: Just Munson.

That's who Delaney gave up to establish history.

U.S. Attorney has more than enough to indict.

ROMEO: When things are running smoothly with the Irish, I'll do my best to get Munson clear of all the charges.

JAX: Look, whoever replaces Clay might not want this.

SAMCRO could vote the cartel down.

ROMEO: It's not gonna happen because you will be taking the reins.

LUIS: And all this stays between us.

If anyone else finds out, the club, your family, we'll crush your MC.

JAX: Did you know that Clay wanted my old lady dead?

Were you the ones he hired?

ROMEO: He thought she knew too much about our business.

We wouldn't have hurt her.

JAX: You did hurt her.

LUIS: We were going to debrief her, keep her in protective custody.

ROMEO: I'm sorry for what happened.

But we've gotta ask, is she a threat?

JAX: No.

ROMEO: Then why did Clay want her dead?

JAX: It's a family problem.

ROMEO: What you're thinking, what you're feeling... bury it, son.

Because if Clay goes away, so do you and all your brothers.

LUIS: We'll be in touch.

(birds chirping)

JAX: I'm sorry.

(door opens)

(television plays indistinctly)

(door clangs shut)

(broadcast stops)

JUICE: Shit.

How many guys did they arrest?

ROOSEVELT: None.

It didn't happen.

RICO's gone away for now.

They'll be cutting you loose.

JUICE: What the hell does that mean?

ROOSEVELT: Means the U.S. Attorney doesn't have any leverage on you.

The intel on your daddy's been purged.

That is the only proof.

Thought I'd give you the satisfaction of tearing it up.

JUICE: Why you doing this?

ROOSEVELT: You're a criminal, you do bad shit.

I'm a cop, I stop you.

I just wanna get back to that.

JUICE: Yeah, okay.

JACOB: My office has sent over the outstanding paperwork and the permits required by the city for your review.

WESTMORELAND: Thank you, Mr. Mayor.

We will now proceed with C50710.

This is the ordinance to allow the property associated with the

99 on-ramp to... POTTER: - Sorry, Your Excellence.

Lincoln Potter, Assistant U.S. Attorney, San Joaquin County.

WESTMORELAND: What is this about, Mr. Potter?

We're in the middle of a council meeting.

POTTER: Moral bankruptcy, sir.

Jacob Hale has scraped the bottom of the barrel to fund Charming Heights, and he's dumping the sludge in your backyard.

JACOB: Jesus Christ! What the hell is this?

POTTER: The Tokyo Fund, as it's called in the Mayor's proposal, is actually a single investor, the Natsuki Family, the largest manufacturer of sex dolls and hardcore sex paraphernalia in the world.

Including the sumyoung boy line for the discerning pedophile.

JACOB: Oh, come on! Peter, this is bullshit.

He has no right... WESTMORELAND: - Jacob!

Let him finish.

POTTER: As a public servant of this district, I felt the good people of Charming needed to know the truth.

It's all there.

Feel free to review and... explore.

Have a good day.

JACOB: Why are you doing this?

POTTER: Because I don't like you.

And the good guys need a win.

(sportscast plays indistinctly)

(monitor beeping)

TIG: Hey, pal.

What did Romeo want?

JAX: I'll fill everyone in.

Chapel, 8:00.

TIG: Okay.

JAX: How's he doing?

TIG: He's in and out.

JAX: Give me a minute with him.

TIG: Okay.

(turns the TV off)

I'll call the guys, tell them about church.

(monitor beeping)

(Jax sighs)

(beeping continues)

(Clay breathes loudly)

CLAY: Son.

(panting)

(panting continues)

(panting continues)

(monitor beeping)

CLAY: What are you...?

JAX: I read the letters.

I know you killed my father.

(Clay groans)

JAX: Piney.

You tried to kill Tara.

CLAY: Please.

Son... JAX: - Don't... call me that.

The only reason I am not slicing you open right now is 'cause I need this cartel deal to happen.

And those prick Irishmen won't deal with anyone else.

CLAY: - You gotta let me tell you... JAX: - No.

You're done telling me anything.

Now I tell you.

You're stepping down as president.

You can sit at the table.

You can have a vote.

But that's it.

You keep the Irish happy, and you stay out of my goddamn way.

If you don't, I'll let the club read the letters.

(Clay grunts)

JAX: And I let Opie tell everyone you murdered his old man.

CLAY: Who gave you the letters?

JAX: Doesn't matter.

CLAY: Gemma?

JAX: You stay away from Tara and my mother.

CLAY: - This is a mistake... JAX: - Do... you... understand?

CLAY: Ah... (Clay groans)

Yeah.

(grunts)

CLAY: You may as well kill me.

(Jax laughs)

JAX: You're already dead.

(sighs)

GEMMA: You can't leave me, Jackson.

JAX: I'm not going anywhere.

Don't worry.

He won't hurt you again.

(monitor beeping)

RITA: And then he dumped a duffle bag full of sex toys.

ROOSEVELT: And he just dropped them off and left?

RITA: Yeah.

Like a freaky messenger.

(Roosevelt chuckles)

They called a recess on the vote.

(knocking at door)

ROOSEVELT: Yeah.

CANE: Sorry, LT, but this just came in from Oakland.

It was a hit and run.

ROOSEVELT: Then why is it hitting my desk?

CANE: Victim was Laroy Wayne's girlfriend.

Niners were seen pursuing a guy on a motorcycle, and Gang Taskforce thinks it might have something to do with the Sons.

ROOSEVELT: Oh, shit.

Is this right?

The victim was Veronica Pope?

CANE: Yeah.

RITA: Who's Veronica Pope?

ROOSEVELT: Damon Pope's daughter.

Very serious player.

Currently the most dangerous gangster in Oaktown.

(motorcycle engine revving)

JAX: How's the wrist?

OPIE: It's fine, considering a bullet just went through it.

JAX: Yeah.

Thanks for coming by.

OPIE: You find anything out?

JAX: Yeah.

Few things.

You were right.

Clay killed your old man.

OPIE: Shit.

You should have let me finish it.

JAX: We can't kill him, Ope.

Gaalan won't deal with me.

We need to keep Clay alive to handle this cartel thing.

OPIE: We don't need Galindo.

JAX: If I kill this Mexican alliance, the whole club suffers.

OPIE: What are you talking about, man?

JAX: I'm staying.

I'm taking the gavel.

I need you at my left.

Be my VP.

OPIE: And how does that work with Clay still around?

JAX: Clay stepped down.

It's our club now.

OPIE: I... I don't get it.

Why are you staying?

What the hell happened today?

JAX: I need you to trust me.

OPIE: Give me a reason.

JAX: I'll tell you everything.

And the club.

I just got to do it at the right time.

OPIE: In my book, that's lying.

JAX: We got church in an hour.

I want you there.

(door creaks open)

(door closes)

(Thomas cooing)

JAX: The CIA is behind this Irish-cartel hookup.

They've been playing us.

If I kill Clay, the Irish walk away, the deal falls apart, and the Feds take us all down.

TARA: Oh, my God.

JAX: I'm not supposed to tell anyone, Tara, but I can't have any more secrets.

TARA: Okay, baby.

You have to stay.

(sighs)

JAX: Walking away from my club is one thing, but letting it die...

I can't.

It's part of me.

I'm so sorry.

I know you have to go.

Take our boys, go to Oregon.

I'll send you all the money you need.

(Jax sobbing)

I love you so much.

(Thomas coos)

TARA (sobbing): He's mine.

(monitor beeping)

JAX: No, Tig.

You're there, brother.

You good with that?

CHIBS: Absolutely.

JAX: Sit down.

You all straightened out?

JUICE: Yeah.

I'm good.

JAX: Okay.

(Jax sighs)

CHIBS: Ope coming?

JAX: What time is it?

HAPPY: 8:03.

(door opens)

TARA: I'm sorry.

JAX: It's okay.

TARA: I'm not going anywhere.

I'm here, baby, I'm here.

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