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SOA John 8:32

Previously on Sons of Anarchy...

NERO: You trying this in the court of public opinion, Counselor?

PATTERSON: I have no control of what the press gets ahold of or how they spin it.

NERO: - Right.

PATTERSON: - Giving up the Sons
of Anarchy is going to be a very popular get-out-of-jail-free card.

GEMMA: What are you doing with Lowen? You divorcing Jax? You planning on some kind of custody coup?

TARA: What I do with my family is none of your business.

GEMMA: Bitch!

(Tara screams)


- Jesus!

UNSER: - What the hell?


TARA: My baby! Look what you did.

GEMMA: - Oh, I didn't do that.

MARGARET: - Yes, you did.


We all saw it. Take her out of here.

TARA: What are you gonna do about Gemma?

JAX: Restraining order keeps her away from you and the boys.

UNSER: It breaks my heart that you had to become something so wrong to do what you

thought was right.


TARA: I did it to protect my kids, Wayne.

UNSER: I can't help you no more.

ELIAS: - Need anything, friend?

CLAY: - Yeah, maybe.


ELIAS: I think you'll like this one. It gets real good around page .

JAX: What's going on?

BAROSKY: Patterson pulled me into her office this morning.

JAX: About the headline?

BAROSKY: She's crushing me, kid; she's threatening to bring in the sheriffs to police

the port, and that steps on everybody's game.

NERO: I'm ready to give up the source of the KG- . It wasn't Teller who supplied the gun.

It was me. I'm responsible for the death of those children.

PATTERSON: If you cared about these kids, you'd tell me everything-- the whole truth.

NERO: I don't know where you're going with this, but I ain't saying another word to you without my lawyer.

PATTERSON: You don't need a lawyer. Toric killed Erin Byrne. He's free to go.

JAX: Do you ever regret it-- coming back?

TARA: A lot of things I'd do differently.

JAX: I just feel so far away from you now. Please let me back in.

♪ ♪

(baby crying)

♪ ♪

(birds squawking quietly)

(Gemma sighs)

(birds squawking quietly)

NERO: Good morning.

Mmm.

GEMMA: I'm so glad you're home.

NERO: Me, too.

GEMMA: I'll make you some coffee.

(refrigerator door closes)

TARA: Thank you.

Oh.

(paper ruffles)

GEMMA: Hopefully we didn't make the front page today.

NERO: Nope. Doesn't look like it. Guess my minutes are up.

GEMMA: I got my own headline you need to hear. Didn't want to tell you last

night, step on the homecoming.

NERO: Front-page-type stuff? What's going on?

GEMMA: It's me and Tara. Shit happened.

TARA: Are you sure you want to tell me all this?

JAX: Yeah, I do. The reason Clay wasn't killed inside is because we need him.

The Irish want him to be point for guns here in Cali. They're gonna take down his transport next week,

bust him out.


TARA: Jesus Christ.

NERO: Wow.

GEMMA: Yeah, I know.

NERO: That's some crazy-ass shit, Mama. Can you prove any of it?

GEMMA: Wendy was in on it with Tara. Guilt got to her. I think she'll back me up.

NERO: You're talking about a father trying to wrap his brain around some seriously heinous betrayal by

the woman he loves, mother of his son.
I think you might need more than the word of a junkie.

Especially a junkie he hates.

TARA: I don't think you should tell me anything else.

JAX: I know you're doing what you got to do. Putting distance between us. I get it. I spent all night trying to figure out how

to help you with these charges, Tara.


TARA: - You can't.

JAX: - Yeah.


But I can keep my promise as a husband. To be honest. Which I haven't. I've been trying to protect

you from everything,
which clearly hasn't worked. At all.

NERO: Now, I know you're trying, Mama. The struggle that I'm having with this shit, that-that ain't your burden.

GEMMA: Thanks for not doubting me. Or for at least not showing me that you do.

NERO: You got some heavy secrets, Gem. I see them. I see the weight of them. How they drain

the joy from you.
But your babies... I know that you'd never spin the truth about that.

GEMMA: I love you.

TARA: Me, too.

JAX: You know, since you got out of Stockton, you haven't been able to say "I love you." I know that must

be hard for you.
I'm sorry, I'll stop telling you. Just know it's what I feel.

(Tara sighs)

♪ 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 ♪

PATTERSON: Good morning.

I need to update you, Lieutenant.

ROOSEVELT: - Yes, ma'am.

Here we are.

I understand that Padilla was released last night.

PATTERSON: That's right.

EGLEE: What happened to her hair?

CANE: Sister be doing it with the real flow.

EGLEE: I don't know what that means.

ROOSEVELT: I heard about what happened to the victim's father. Suicide in Stockton. Not from the papers.

I-I spoke to Alexander at Division Street.

PATTERSON: - Oh.

ROOSEVELT: - I'm sorry.

PATTERSON: Yeah, it's very sad. I guess a part of me is grateful that something can still surprise me in this job.

Makes me not completely made of stone. Yet. I'm giving you three extra units. I want / surveillance

on Jax Teller.

ROOSEVELT: You think that's really the best use of our resources? Ma'am, I know these guys. After those headlines,

they'll go total Boy Scout. Won't risk any business.

PATTERSON: It's about consistency and patience. The minute we ease up, turn our backs, look the other way, that's the minute we allow

another tragedy to happen. You don't have a problem stepping hard on these guys, do you, Lieutenant?

ROOSEVELT: No. I don't.

PATTERSON: Good. Surveillance begins immediately. You'll have backup within the hour.

(door opens, closes)

(blowing kazoo)

(Jax sighs)

(blowing kazoo)

JAX: Looking clean, Chucky.

CHUCK (through kazoo): Thank you.

JAX: And that's why you're a freak. Hey. Welcome back, my brother.

HAPPY: Hey, buddy.

JAX: How'd the Irish sales pitch go?

HAPPY: Good, man. Connected with most of our buyers. They still want to talk to Clay, but they seemed open to change.

They get why we're stepping away.

JAX: Good.

BOBBY: Couldn't get a sit-down with the Italians. I don't think the personnel change is gonna land too well with them.

CHIBS: Irish are setting it up. They got someone inside that's gonna get a phone to Clay, have him reach out.

Lock down all the buyers.

JAX: - All right.

You follow up with everyone after they talk to Clay.

CHIBS: Aye.

(electronic doorbell chimes)

UNSER: Morning. Sorry to interrupt.

BOBBY: Wow. You didn't die yet?

UNSER: A little every day.

(men chuckling)

BOBBY: - Good to see you, Chief.

UNSER: - Yeah, you, too, Bobby.

JAX: What do you need, Cap-a-tain?

UNSER: Just a minute of your time there, Pres.

JAX: Yeah, okay.

UNSER: Excuse us, gentlemen.

JAX: - I'll see you upstairs.

BOBBY: - Yeah, all right.

JAX: Can I get you some coffee?

UNSER: You got any, uh, beer back there?

JAX: Miller time already?

UNSER: Breakfast of terminally-ill champions.

JAX: Sit down. Hey, I wanted you to know. Tara told me how good you've been with her and the boys. With all the shit going on,

haven't had a chance to say thank you, but appreciate you looking out, man.

UNSER: Yeah. It's, uh, no problem. You got a real nice family there, son.

JAX: Yeah, some of them.

UNSER: Right. I know it probably ain't none of my business, but... I know your mom longer than anybody. We used to dine and dash this

place when we were kids.

JAX: Yeah, me, too. Look, I know you care about my mom, Wayne.

UNSER: - It's not just that, son...

JAX: - Jesus Christ.

UNSER: What the hell?

JAX: Hey! What the hell you doing?!

UNSER: Whoa... whoa! Oh! What the hell?!

JAX: Hey!

(Chucky blowing kazoo sadly)

UNSER: Holy shit!

JAX: Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

GIRL: - Let go of me!

JAX: - Who are you?

Hey! Why'd you do that?

GIRL: Rape! Rape!

JAX: Seriously?

GIRL: Let go of me! Somebody... take...!

JAX: All right! All right!

(people murmuring)

MAN: What's that all about?

MAN : You need to take your guns and your loud bikes and just go.

WOMAN: You all need to get out of here.

INMATE: - Welcome.

CLAY: - Thanks.

INMATE: Thanks for coming.

PREACHER: Welcome. Come on in.

INMATE: How you doing?

PREACHER: Welcome. Welcome.

Good to see you. Good. Come on in.

Good.

(door closes)

I'd like to thank you all, gentlemen, for coming today. You made the right choice. Today's reading is from John

8:32 on power of truth. Will you all now please open your Bibles.

UNSER: It was Gary Putner's kid. She's been in and out of juvie and rehab since she was . Got a few problems.

JAX: Yeah. She's working them out with a pipe wrench.

TIG: Why my bike? I mean, really? Do all teenage girls just hate me?

JAX: - Yes.

CHIBS: - Yep.

(men chuckling)

TIG: Oh. Yeah.

JAX: - We know this Putner guy?

UNSER: - Clay might have.

He was a journeyman mechanic before he went to work for Oswald. He's an equipment foreman at the mill.

BOBBY: Yeah, but we never had a beef with the guy--

not that I can remember.

CHIBS: - No mother?

UNSER: She was killed. Car accident. Highway , just after the kid was born. That might be the connection. It was the pile-up caused by the

tractor-trailer, jackknifed after it hit your dad.

JAX: So she blames us for her mother's death.

BOBBY: years later?

UNSER: I don't know. People grieve in strange ways.

JUICE: - Ah, shit.

Think they're here 'cause of the girl?

UNSER: Want me to go find out?

JAX: No, I got it.

(electronic doorbell chimes)

Morning.

ROOSEVELT: Yeah. What happened there?

JAX: I don't know. Clearly someone doesn't like ice cream.

ROOSEVELT: Extremely lactose intolerant, huh?

JAX: - That's right.

ROOSEVELT: - Hmm.

JAX: Guessing you're not here about my broken window.

ROOSEVELT: No, I'm not. You're gonna have a shadow for a little while. It's not my call.

JAX: Patterson?

ROOSEVELT: She's looking for the gun source, and she only has one suspect on her list.

JAX: Okay.

ROOSEVELT: This tail is gonna happen. Let's not make it ugly, all right?

JAX: - No, I get it.

ROOSEVELT: - All right.

Fellas.

BOBBY: Shit.

(cell phone ringing)

JAX: Our new tail.

CHIBS: This is bad, Jackie. We got a very, very busy week ahead of us.

JAX: I know.

UNSER: We need to finish that conversation.

JAX: We will.

JUICE: All right. It's Barosky. Says it's urgent.

JAX: Well, he's gonna have to come to us.

Diosa.

JUICE: You heard him? Diosa.

JAX: All right, keep me updated on Clay.

You and Juice, find the girl.

CHIBS: - Yeah.

JAX: And let's go see Dirty Charlie. Hap, come with us.

LOWEN: Salaried income has been shifted into a new account.

TARA: Good.

LOWEN: What about the cash? Safety deposit box is in both your names.

TARA: Cash is his. It's about getting away, not cleaning him out.

LOWEN: Here's a list of character witnesses. Anyone else you can think of?

TARA: That's a short list. No, it's fine.

LOWEN: I looked over your medical documentation-- positive pregnancy, ultrasounds, doctor's signatures... all expedited...

by Margaret Murphy. Using false medical records to substantiate a custody hold is a felony.

TARA: I know that.

LOWEN: We're two weeks away from standing in front of a jury. If there's any more drama you've got planned, I need to know now.

TARA: You know everything.

PREACHER: So Jesus said to the Jews who believed Him, "If you abide in my Word, you are truly my disciples. You will know the truth and

this truth will set you free." See, John-- he ain't talking about your truth or my truth,

he's talking about God's truth.

INMATE: - Amen.

PREACHER: As mortal men, we can't know real truth. And why? Is it because we are liars? Is it because we are evil

or untrustworthy? No. We have the truth of man because we were born with the sin of man!It is sin, my brothers, that keeps

us from knowing God and His truth!

INMATE: - That's right.

PREACHER: - Sin!

Those dirty glasses that we all wear. It is what makes everything we say, everything we do, self-motivated! So how do we get to

know God and His truth? How do we see beyond our own selfish desires? How do we set ourselves free? Jesus.

CLAY: Amen, Jesus.

Amen, Jesus!

(chuckles)

Let me get something straight, Rev. Some Jew gets nailed to a cross, like, uh, I don't know, a thousand who-gives-a-shit

years ago, and he's gonna be the magic pill that pulls all of us scumbags to happiness and freedom?

PREACHER: Yes, it will, my brother.

(Clay chuckles) CLAY: Wow.

Wow! You know what God gave me, brother? You know what sets me free? Pussy.

(laughter)

Sweet, holy pussy. You see, God, He put man on this planet for three reasons, eating... fighting... and

tearing up tight, wet pussy!

GUARD: That's enough, inmate!

CLAY: That... that is what cleans my dark glasses, my brother.

GUARD: Shut up and sit down, Morrow.

CLAY: I can't sit! I got the Lord in me! He wants me up, He wants me preaching, He wants me to spread the gospel...

pussy the healer, pussy the redeemer-- Can I get a "Amen" for pussy!

GUARD : Let's go. You're out of here, asshole!

(clamoring, guard screaming)

(Clay spits)

CLAY: I "nose" the truth now, brother!

(guard continues screaming)

I'm free. Sweet pussy has set me free!

(cackling)

JAX: - Hey.

NERO: - Hey.

JAX: Glad you're back, brother.

NERO: Thanks, mano. Good to see you.

BOBBY: We knew it was all bullshit.

NERO: Yeah, you know, justice prevails, right? We need to catch up before Barosky

comes over here, ruins our day.

Family thing.

JAX: - Yeah. Sure.

I'm hoping it's your family you need to talk about.

NERO: Gemma is my family now, mano.

JAX: Well, that's good, 'cause I'm about done with her.

NERO: Yeah, I'm seeing that. Look, I... I know how bad this feels. But I think that you should go back,

take another look at what happened. Find the truth in all of this, Jax.

JAX: I already know the truth, Nero!

NERO: - No... no...

JAX: - What?

You think my wife is a liar?

NERO: - Whoa!

I'm just saying it's a lot more complicated, bro, than you...

JAX: Look, I get it. You're in love with my mom, you're staying in her corner, that's your choice. But if we're going to keep doing

business together, the shit that went down between me and my family is off-limits. Do you understand? This conversation

doesn't happen again. With anyone.

NERO: Jax...

HAPPY: Boss... Charlie and the MILF madame are here.

JAX: All right.

NERO: Let's go, partner.

JAX: - I see you met Bobby.

COLETTE: - Yes.

BAROSKY: Glad you brought the think tank. We may need them. You pull bail?

NERO: They had nothing. Had to let me go.

BAROSKY: Good for you. While you were getting freed up, I was getting shut down. Health violations, compliments

of our district attorney.

JAX: I thought you were gonna use the victim's dad fubar as leverage.

BAROSKY: That pitch bitch is coming at us sideways, and I can't prove she had anything to do with that.

COLETTE: We didn't make the escort rating, either-- denied. Unspecified reasons. No Diosa Del Sur.

JAX: Goddamn.

BAROSKY: She wants you for that school shooting, man. And she's gonna continue to strangle everybody in bed with you.

Now, listen, kid, I ain't no rat but I ain't no martyr, either.

(Jax sighs)

JAX: - I'll figure it out.

COLETTE: - How, Jax?

NERO: Look, Patterson-- she's desperate; she got nothing. She's gonna move off of all this shit. We just got to wait it out.

BAROSKY: No, you got to wait. Out of Stockton. I'm sorry, but I can't take the hit. I got to eject. Say so long to Handsome

Jack and the biker brigade.

JAX: Come on, Charlie. Nero's right. This is exactly what Patterson wants-- to hurt us 'cause she's got no case.

BAROSKY: I know, kid, I know. But right now, it's what I want, too. Now, look, I'm sorry. Things change, you let me know.

Let's go.

(door opens)

(door closes)

GEMMA: Didn't know he was gonna be here.

NERO: Mama, maybe we should go into the studio...

JAX: Don't bother. I'm leaving. Just don't send him to do your dirty work.

NERO: Nobody sent me to do anything. I was just trying to help.

GEMMA: Don't take it out on him.

JAX: Yeah, well, I think he knows better now.

GEMMA: Too bad you don't. You have any idea what he just did for you and the club?

NERO: - Gem, Gem...

GEMMA: - No, no, no. He needs to know.

JAX: What?

GEMMA: DA wanted him to give you up. He wouldn't. But he also knew that that bitch would keep coming. So he gave himself up

as the gun source.

JAX: - Is that true?

NERO: - Hey, you know, it-it didn't matter. By the time I was gonna make this deal, my lawyer found out that the sheriffs, they had

pulled evidence from Toric's hotel room, proved that he was the one that killed Erin. So, Patterson, she had to let me go.

JAX: I didn't realize she was bending you like that.

NERO: Yeah, well... she, uh, ain't gonna stop until she draws blood, man.

JAX: Yeah.

NERO: Come on, babe.

BOBBY: You all right?

JAX: No, not really. Nero's right. Patterson ain't gonna stop. Call everyone. Chapel. We need to take a vote.

TIG: Hey. We got an address for Putner, man. It's actually a few blocks from here.

It's Willow Gulch.

JAX: - All right, let's go.

TIG: All right. All right, come on.

(knocking)

(small dog barks)

JAX: - You Putner?

GARY: - Yeah.

JAX: Jax Teller. I'm looking for your kid.

GARY: Me, too. Heard about what happened.

You the one who chased her?

JAX: - Yeah.

I didn't hurt her. I just want some answers.

GARY: I get that. Come on in. Brooke's got some stuff. Anxiety, bipolar. Her mom had it, too.

JAX: Do you know who I am?

GARY: Yeah.

JAX: Is that why she attacked us, do you think? Because of my dad?

GARY: Been a rough week. I lost the house. We've been packing shit up. Came across a lot of

photos of her mom. Found the newspaper article about her death. First time she realized your dad

caused the pileup that killed her mom. I guess, in her messy little brain, she blames you guys. I'm sorry.

JAX: No, I get it. That your wife?

GARY: Yeah. Me and Emily. Why?

JAX: She looks familiar.

GARY: I know. Happens to me, too. I see her a lot... in other people.

JAX: So you got any idea where your kid might be?

GARY: I don't know. She always comes home, though. I'll talk to her and straighten this out.

JAX: Yeah, okay.

GARY: We'll pay for the damage.

JAX: No, don't worry about that.

GARY: Thank you.

JAX: Hey.

(kids chattering)

TARA: Here you go. Hey, take that. Ready? Awesome. Thank you. I'll see you later. You looking for Jax?

NERO: No. I was, uh, hoping I could talk to you.

TARA: Sure.

NERO: Is that for his, uh, birth defect?

TARA: Yeah. Heart arrhythmia.

NERO: Doesn't seem to slow him down.

TARA: No, it doesn't.

NERO: How are you feeling?

TARA: Fine. I'm assuming you're not just here to check on the health of my family.

NERO: Actually, I am. Emotional health.

TARA: Well, we're all getting through it.

NERO: Not everyone. Doc, you know, you don't strike me as being a malicious kind of person. I'm sure whatever it was that

happened between you and Gemma, you did what you thought was right.

TARA: Gemma attacked me. Caused a miscarriage.

NERO: Right. I guess I'm asking if you could take another look at what's been done. The rip it's causing

in your family.

TARA: You don't get to weigh in on my family. You don't know me.

NERO: No, I don't, but I do know Gemma and so do you. She's not gonna lay down for this. Maybe we could find some

kind of middle ground here. 'Cause if not... this is not gonna end up well for anyone.

TARA: Including you. You see what happens to the men she's with. One husband dead, another in jail.

NERO: Yeah, well, you know, that's the life.

TARA: No, it's the wife! She killed John Teller! Probably would've done the same to Clay. You want it to end well?

I suggest you get out now before you end up dead, too.

(door opens)

TROUT: Is he the one who flipped out in the chapel?

ORDERLY: Yeah, Doc. He's calm now. He's secure.

TROUT: Okay. I got it. Go help Nance in six. Tanner had another episode.

ORDERLY: Shit. Yeah, okay.

(orderly sighs)

(door closes)

(lock clicks)

TROUT: - You Morrow?

CLAY: - Yeah.

TROUT: You got minutes till the next rotation. You get caught, you give me up, I'll pull you in here, strap you down,

fry your brain with a triple dose of Thorazine.

CLAY: What part of the Hippocratic oath is that?

TROUT: Same part that says your mick friends don't pay enough for me to take a fall.

(door closes)

(lock clicks)

(dialing)

(elevator bell dings)

NURSE: Ms. Murphy, from Dr. Knowles, ten minutes ago.

MARGARET: Thank you.

Tara?

(gasps)

GEMMA: She went home.

MARGARET: I can have security here in an instant.

GEMMA: No need. I debated how to do this. The way I feel...

what you did to me... I could squeeze the swallow out of that pale white throat. But that would just give you a

greater sense of righteousness. So let me tell you what's gonna happen now. I'm gonna take those medical

records documenting Tara's pregnancy and her miscarriage, and I'll present them to the hospital board. Let them know that their Neonatal

administrator is a bit of a grifter.

MARGARET: It would be my word against yours.

GEMMA: That's all I needed to know. Thanks, Red.

MARGARET: What does that mean?

GEMMA: It means if the pregnancy was legit, you would've told me that those documents were real and called me crazy.

MARGARET: - You can't prove anything.

GEMMA: - Oh, I don't need to prove it. I just needed a more reliable source than a junkie to share with my son.

He's gonna be the one to prove it. And when he does, I'll tell you right now, Red... there won't be enough security

in this state to keep you safe.

(door opens, closes)

JUICE: Yea.

QUINN: Proxied West and Montez, they're a yea.

BOBBY: Yea.

RAT BOY: Yea.

TIG: Yea.

HAPPY: Yea.

JAX: All right. I'll go make the offer.

PATTERSON: Send him in.

Have a seat.

(door closes)

I must say, I'm rather surprised to see you sitting across from me.

JAX: No more surprised than I am.

PATTERSON: So why are you here?

(Jax sighs)

JAX: Sons of Anarchy was started by my father, John Teller. He always wanted a legitimate club. Died pursuing that.

PATTERSON: I'm not in a mood for a history lesson. Why don't you get to it, Mr. Teller.

JAX: I'm here to make you an offer.

PATTERSON: To make me...

(laughs)

Wow. You really have some balls, kid.

JAX: I also have an Irishman who sells KG- s.

PATTERSON: IRA?

JAX: Real IRA. Current kings of the Irish Catholic revolution.

PATTERSON: So what are you offering?

JAX: Gaalan O'Shay. You can check with the feds. He's a big win. I will deliver him with a shipment of guns. Open and shut.

PATTERSON: And when and how would you deliver this "big win"?

JAX: It'll happen in the next ten days. The "how" is my job.

PATTERSON: It's a very bold proposition. So why don't you tell me what's in it for you.

JAX: Immunity for the MC for all gun charges. Past and present. I want a legitimate club. That can't happen while people

try to crush us, ruining all of our business relationships. Let us breathe in Stockton. We won't break the law

and the violence stops.

PATTERSON: That's it? If you thought you could deliver the IRA, then I figure you would at least also have a personal request.

JAX: I do. You need to look at Tara's case again. Toric was the one connecting the dots that didn't exist. Tara had no idea what Otto

was gonna do to that nurse. We both know that.

PATTERSON: What I know and what I can prove rarely come together. So... I'm supposed to expedite all

of these things on good faith? Just assume it's all real?

JAX: You don't need faith. Just have everything ready to go, and give us the space to put it in motion. If the Irish think we're being

tailed, this whole thing implodes. I'll tell you where to find Gaalan and the guns.

PATTERSON: And you and your crew, you just skate away without so much as a slap on the wrist?

JAX: You can slap my wrists until they're bloody, lady. I don't give a shit. I'm giving you a win well above your pay grade.

You get your devil and you punch your ticket out of this cesspool. So let's not get too lost in righteousness.

I'm the scumbag outlaw, and you're the pillar of justice. And neither one of us likes looking at ourselves in the mirror.

Do we have a deal?

PATTERSON: If I don't hear from you within ten days... I will spend the last seven months in this office making

your life as miserable as the law allows. And your wife... she will be in jail until your boys graduate from high school.

JAX: Okay.

(door opens, closes)

(Unser chattering)

(motorcycles approaching)

HAPPY: - We'll check messages.

JAX: - Fine.

HAPPY: Uncle T, you got the key?

UNSER: - Hey. All right.

JAX: - Thanks.

UNSER: You got it. Right here.

JAX: Want to buy it? We're having a fire sale.

OSWALD: Shit. You're lucky no one was hurt.

JAX: - Yeah.

OSWALD: - What're you gonna do?

JAX: Waiting for the insurance to come up with a number. Apparently we didn't have C- coverage.

OSWALD: What do you need?

JAX: We're done with your lumber warehouse. Moving out of guns.

OSWALD: Better late than never, I guess.

That it?

JAX: - No.

There's a guy that works for you at the mill. Gary Putner.

OSWALD: Yeah. Good worker. What about him?

JAX: He's losing his house. He's got a single income. Kid with some problems. I'd like it if you could help him.

OSWALD: I'm his employer, not his fairy godmother.

JAX: Come on, Oswald, you got a credit union and a loan company. Don't let the guy lose his home. I'd help him, but we're tapped.

OSWALD: Why's this so important to you?

JAX: I don't know. Hey, I'll owe you one.

OSWALD: I am throwing my hat in for mayor. Hale's done. I may need some favors.

JAX: Whatever you need.

OSWALD: I'll be in touch.

(cell phone ringing)

(engine starts)

Hey.

What?

Babe, calm down.

CLAY: Thanks.

TROUT: No problem. You got minutes.

GUARD: We know the drill.

TROUT: Let the therapy begin.

(door closes)

(lock clicks)

GUARD: Sermon's over, shithead.

(grunting)

(quiet chatter)

HAPPY: Hey, man. Jax needs you in the kitchen.

NERO: - What's up?

QUINN: - Update on the DA.

JAX: - I talked to Tara.

NERO: - Shit.

JAX: I told you my family is off-limits.

NERO: I just wanted to hear her side.

JAX: Is that why you called her a liar?

NERO: What? I didn't call her no...

JAX: You said she was a manipulative bitch!

NERO: If she told you that, well, then I guess she is.

(grunting)

All right, come on.

(clattering)

(Nero and Jax grunting)

QUINN: You don't want to go back there right now, ma'am.

GEMMA: Look, they're gonna hurt each other 'cause of me. Come on, break it up. Hap, please.

HAPPY: Let's go.

(grunting)

Jax, Jax, come on, break it up!

GEMMA: Stop it! Stop it, Jackson!

HAPPY: Whoa, whoa, whoa.

GEMMA: Oh, Jesus.

NERO: I'm sorry, mama. I didn't want... I didn't want it to happen like this.

JAX: Don't be sorry. She's reason we're trying to kill each other.

NERO: Man, you got no idea what she's done for you!

JAX: I know everything I need to know, Nero!

NERO: Oh, yeah? What about the little conjugal with Clay?

GEMMA: - Don't!

NERO: - No, no, no, mama!

You told him what-what I did. Now he needs to know... he needs to know what you've done for him.

JAX: So what happened with Clay?

NERO: The guards from the cell. They forced your mother to have sex with Clay. While they watched. While they got off.

GEMMA: It doesn't matter. It's done.

JAX: No, Mom.

GEMMA: I just talked to Margaret... who confirmed what you refuse to believe. Honey, it was all a lie. The pregnancy, the miscarriage.

Tara wants out, Jax. You, the club, Charming. She's filing for divorce, and she's gonna take your boys away from you.

From all of us. And, honey, I'm sorry. I love her, too. But this is the truth. And if she's not gonna tell you,

you need to find someone who will.

UNSER: Thanks for coming.

LOWEN: Yeah. Sounded important.

UNSER: It is. It's about Tara and the kids. Here, come this way, please. Come on. Just... have a seat. I-I'll be right back.

(lock clicks)

JAX: Sit... down. I don't want to have to hurt you, Lowen. I need to ask you some questions.

LOWEN: Please don't do this.

JAX: Is Tara divorcing me? Answer me!

LOWEN: Yes.

JAX: And taking my sons? The pregnancy...

LOWEN: - I didn't...

JAX: - Was it...! Was it a lie?

LOWEN: Yes, I think so.

JAX: Why?

LOWEN: Custody waiver. So Gemma couldn't take the boys. Please don't hurt me.

JAX: Get out.

LOWEN: - Tara was just trying...

JAX: - Get out!

(crickets chirping)

UNSER: You get what you needed?

(car door closes)

JAX: Yeah.

(engine starts)

UNSER: You made me a promise, son. Nobody gets hurt.

JAX: Yeah.

(car drives away)

Nobody gets hurt.

(dialing)

(line ringing)

(phone ringing)

TARA: Hello.

LOWEN: Tara, it's Ally Lowen.

GEMMA: Why'd you go to Tara? It's not what I wanted.

NERO: I don't know. I thought maybe if she knew all the damage that was being done...

GEMMA: I guess that backfired.

NERO: Yeah. She had some things to say about you.

GEMMA: I'm sure she did.

NERO: About John.

GEMMA: What'd she tell you?

NERO: That you killed him. Any truth to that?

(Gemma sighs)

GEMMA: John was trying to get the club out of guns. It was as tense then as it is now. He was making trips back and forth to Belfast,

trying to make it right with the Irish. He fell in love with someone. Maureen Ashby. Brother was a priest, friend of John's,

helping broker a peaceful transition with the IRA. I found out. Started spending time with Clay. My Thomas died when John was

away on one of those trips. And I wasn't kind when he got home. The pain and anger of losing my baby, I made sure it landed on him.

He came undone after that. Talks with the IRA fell apart. Clay and McGee put them back together again. In the other direction. Solidified the gun trade for the club. Made them players. But JT... he started writing in this...this journal, a manuscript. It was a bleeding confession, questioning all his choices, regretting everything he'd ever done in SAMCRO. He stopped caring about the club. About his family. And it was a dangerous time here. Mayan war. Feds infiltrating MCs. Everyone was scared. JT was a weak link.

NERO: You didn't answer my question.

GEMMA: I didn't kill him. But I knew it had to be done. The same way you knew it had to be done with Arcadio. We live and die by that code.

I know it now, and I knew it then. And I did not hide my opinion from the man I'd fallen in love with. I gave my blessing for

Clay to kill John Teller. I've never told that to anyone. Including my son.

(engine stops)

(electronic doorbell chimes)

CHIBS: Jesus Christ, Jackie. You okay?

JAX: I'm all right.

CHIBS: Your little girlfriend's here. Wants to talk.

JAX: Girl with the wrench?

BOBBY: Yeah. She hasn't said much. Except that she needs to see you.

JAX: Let me talk to her alone.

BOBBY: She ain't packing.

Go.

CHIBS: All right, get up. Upstairs. You, too, Mr. Kazoo.

(Chuck playing kazoo)

BROOKE: Guy with the kazoo's pretty interesting.

JAX: We found him in a basket on our doorstep.

BROOKE: What happened?

JAX: Got hit with a pipe wrench.

BROOKE: Yeah, I'm... I'm sorry about the window... and the bike.

JAX: I talked to your dad.

BROOKE: I know. I-I'm... I'm not really sure what happened. I mean, I-I found the article, and I knew you

guys moved in here. I-I've got some... some shit going on, you know, in... in my head.

JAX: We all do.

BROOKE: My dad... my dad said you-you talked with his boss. He's gonna help us keep the house. Why would you do that

after what I did?

JAX: It's just my way of saying sorry to a mother.

BROOKE (crying): Thank you.

TARA: ♪ May your dreams ♪
♪ bring you peace ♪
♪ in the darkness ♪
♪ May your head rise over ♪
♪ the rain ♪
♪ May the light from above ♪
♪ always lead you to love ♪
♪ May you stay in the arms ♪
♪ of the angels ♪
♪ May you always be brave ♪
♪ in the shadows ♪
♪ till the sun shines ♪
♪ upon you again ♪
♪ Hear this prayer ♪
♪ in my heart ♪
♪ and we'll ne'er be apart ♪
♪ May you stay in the arms ♪
♪ of the angels ♪
♪ May you hear every song ♪
♪ in the forest ♪
♪ And if ever you lose ♪
♪ your own way ♪
♪ hear my voice ♪
♪ like a breeze ♪
♪ whisper soft through the trees ♪
♪ May you stay in the arms ♪
♪ of the angels ♪
♪ May you grow up to stand as a man, love ♪
♪ with the pride of your family ♪
♪ and name ♪
♪ When you lay down your head ♪
♪ for to rest in your bed ♪

TARA: ♪ May you stay ♪
♪ in the arms of the angels ♪

The End


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