All language subtitles for Sons.of.anarchy.S04E05.FQM.English-WWW.MY-SUBS.CO

WWW.MY-SUBS.CO

Previously on Sons
of Anarchy...

It's your daddy, Juan Carlos.

What would the club do if they
found out that you're black?

As far as SAMCRO is concerned,
you never even existed.

If you're lucky enough,
you'll walk out alive.

Sorry to interrupt
your solitude, Mr. Delaney.

It's regarding the murder of
your wife, Luann Delaney.

Traces of semen were found in
your wife's undergarments.

Robert Munson.

You hiding something from me?

This fell out of one of
Abel's coloring books.

Letters from John Teller would
be very painful for my son to read.

They found some
of JT's old letters.

John wanted to end the
relationship with the Irish,

stop the club from selling guns.

He was killed before
that meeting happened.

Tara had a copy
of the accident report.

Now you only pull something like
that if you have suspicions.

Clay,
Jax-- Romero Parada.

Friends call me Romeo.

Sig 551's.

These are excellent.

Let's set up a shipment
for every two weeks.

We can make that work.

I'll have the coke
ready for you for the run back.

Sounds good.

Your old man wants us
running drugs for the cartel.

You ever try to end-run
me through my old lady again,

I'll slit your throat.

30 kilos of
uncut Colombian cocaine.

Jesus, Otto.

What the hell happened?

Means to an end.

I'm sorry, sweetheart.

What do you need from me?

Luann-- I got
to know something.

This sheriff paid me a visit.

His office took
over the homicide.

Found semen on Luann.

Bobby's.

Are you serious?

Bobby?

This new sheriff, he's been riding us.
He's not...

I saw the report.

DNA's legit.

So were the stats.

The last guy tapping a bitch--
usually the one who killed her.

Bobby didn't kill Luann, Otto.

Someone did.

I don't know
what you want me to do.

I want you to
ask Clay a question.

What would it feel like...

to lose the one
he loved the most?

You tell the club, you tell the
guy who was bedding my wife,

they need to find the
scumbag who killed her.

Jax.

How you doing?

Heard it was a good trip.

Good as it gets, bro.

Cut-n-bag won't be
up and running till tomorrow.

All right.

Guess we'll babysit till then.

I'll set
up the pick-up.

Hey, amigo.

You forgetting something?

They're just here to help.

Thanks.
We can handle it.

Once that shipment
hits north Cali, keeping it safe

lands on me.

One guy.

Rafi, stick around, huh?

Let's go.

Miles, lock those
crates in the gun room.

No one gets in.

Right.

Phil and Rat Boy
on the front and back.

Okay.

All right,
everybody grab some sleep.

Be at the club house by noon.

Welcome home.

How was the bike show?

Our P.O.
signed off on the run.

I'm going to
set up random piss tests.

Let's us get together
and chat private.

Blow me.

You know, save the bad ass.

Your M.C. ain't gonna give a shit
about you being loyal or hard.

'Cause all they're
gonna see is black.

Now this is a simple
trade, Juice.

You give me some truth
and I'll protect yours.

Truth about what?

My sources inside
Oaktown's gang unit say a major

player surfaced in northern
Cali-- Galindo Cartel.

If I find out that you guys are
bringing weight into Sanwa, I

will cripple you.

Where the hell
you going with this?

I'm not going after your club.

I'm going after the drugs.

You're a sheriff, man.

You ain't got the reach
for any of this shit.

I got important friends.

How important?

I will let you know.

Hey.

Oh, hello.

Hey.

What's happening?

Say hi.

Missed you guys.

I missed you too, Mama.

Yes, and you.

How was your trip?

Good.

Brought you a souvenir.

Wow.

From the motorcycle show.

I can't wait.

Wow.

Got to put it in the
safety deposit box in your name.

There's going to be a lot more.

All in cash?

No strings, no tax.

This is real, babe.

Just like I promised you.

Talk to my mom, she
knows the drill.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

♪ 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 ♪

Sync and corrections by n17t01
www.MY-SUBS.com

Otto reached out.

Our sheriff has a new
lead on Luann's murder.

Told him they found cum in
her panties. DNA came back a match.

They didn't give a name,
but has to be someone who's been

through the system.

Georgie Caruso.

That's always been my guess.

Should have handled this
Luann shit when it first happened.

Old ladies-- they got a way of coming
back and biting you in the ass.

If Roosevelt does have proof,
he's going to go after Caruso.

We got to get to him first.

Might want it to happen
before Otto gets out of the

infirmary and loses visitation.

I want a brother to look him in the
eye and tell him it's been handled.

He deserves that.

Ope, you think that
Lyla will help us find Georgie?

Yeah, maybe.

She's on a shoot today.

Beautiful
thing-- girls in love.

Before we all sail off to the
isle of Lesbos... For a job well done.

This is for Cappy and Miles.

Keep this in the safe
till they get back.

Okay, fellas, that's it.

If you don't want that, I'm sure
I can find somebody that would

be happy to spend it for you.

Close the door when you leave.

JT would have
never touched drugs.

JT was a good businessman.

He would have seen
the value in this.

John knew that
anything that brought too much

heat was bad for the club.

That's why he changed his
mind about the guns.

Remember?

Yeah, he talked
about, uh, getting us out.

No, he did more than talk.

He reached out to Kellan.

Set a meet with the IRA.

Made a decision to get us out
of the gun-running business.

A decision that you
couldn't let him live with.

Your near-death experience
gets you talking to ghosts, old man?

Nah, not exactly.

We found some old letters.

John's handwriting.

Proof that he wanted out.

Proof that he feared you would
do something to stop him.

Before that meet could ever
happen, John Teller was murdered.

And the letters-- they paint a
vivid picture of who did it.

JT laid his bike down
on 580, was crushed by a semi.

It was an accident.

We'll never know.

Lowell Senior disappeared the
next week, and he was the only

one JT trusted to
work on his bike.

Just what do
you get out of this?

It's not about me.

You kill the drug muling, or I'll let
the rest of the club read the letters.

You ain't got any letters.

Okay.

Doesn't matter to me.

Either way, I get what I want.

It's a goddamn cartel.

I just can't walk
away from the deal.

Sure, you can.

You got till the end of the
week to figure it out.

And in case you're still thinking
about slitting my throat, I wouldn't.

I have, uh...
contingencies in place.

You told Clay
I was banging Luann?

No, man.

The sheriff did give
Otto a name-- yours.

We're protecting you.

Shit. Otto knows.

Yeah. Look, obviously, we
know you didn't kill Luann.

Sheriff's got my DNA.

Why haven't they questioned me?

I don't know.

Just fishing, I guess.

Roosevelt knows that your DNA
doesn't prove you killed Luann,

so, just stirring shit up.

Seeing if Otto reacts, and maybe
gives you up on something else.

Otto would
never turn on the club.

If anything could
do it, it would be Luann.

We got to end this. Today.

Get a 20 on Georgie.

I got to head up to Unser's.

What's going on?

Nothing.

I just got to lock down a
truck for the next shipment.

You got to do it now?

Yeah, I do.

What?

Piney says
he knows I killed JT.

Threatened to tell the club.

Are you serious?

He's just had a mortal jolt.

He knew shit
only me and JT knew.

Says he found some old letters.

Guess maybe Tara
did tell somebody.

We don't know that.

I'm sure John wrote about how
Piney was the only one he trusted.

Makes sense for Tara
to turn to him.

Tara would
not hurt this family.

Old man's protecting himself.

He says he's got contingencies.

There's only one other person
who can blow the whistle on us.

- What you're thinking...
- The history that Tara

and Piney know...
very dangerous.

You're talking about
the co-founder of this club and

the mother of our grandchild.

I had John Teller killed
while I was bedding his wife.

It doesn't matter
what the reason was.

Jax finds that out, he cuts off
my goddamn head, he sticks it

on the reaper pole.

Now we got to stop this in
its tracks, you and me.

Otherwise, we lose everything.

You told me not
to go setting fires.

That's exactly what
you're doing here.

We don't know if there's anything
threatening in those letters.

This could be Piney just
digging up old suspicions.

And all this shit going
on with the cartel.

He is just clawing at you.

We need to find those letters.

Without them, it doesn't
matter what anyone knows.

They'll have no proof.

Yeah.

All right.

They're not in Jax's house.

They got to be at the hospital.

I'll go find 'em.

All right.

And until I do,
Clay, nothing happens.

You understand?

Not to Piney.

Not to Tara.

You hurt them, you hurt Jax.

I know.

Promise me.

I promise.

Came out great, Clay.

You guys did an amazing job.

Time and money...
fixes everything.

What do I owe you?

Nothing, man.

Consider it my first payment
on a long overdue debt.

Thanks.

I appreciate that.

What do you need?

My interest in Tara the other day...
I think she found some of JT's letters.

Contents could embarrass?

Contents could
cripple all of us.

I need you to find them... now.

She probably wouldn't have them in her
house, so maybe her car or her office.

And if I track 'em down?

When you track
'em down, you give 'em to me.

I get rid of them.

- That's it?
- That's it.

And if, uh, Tara read
them, her knowledge, uh, that

a crippling thing, too?

Enjoy that Sportster.

Didn't know you
were heading up here.

Yeah, just setting
up the next trucking run.

Hmm.

My weekly bud run.

Ah.

See you later.

Love you.

Yeah.
Love you, too.

I got plenty of dope.

What does he want?

Like he said,
uh, just trucking shit.

Don't you lie to me.

Oh, shit.

I'm between a big rock and a
really hard place here, Gemma.

He tasked you
to find those letters.

Goddamn it.

He's worried.

Yeah, he's more than worried.

All letters are in Tara's
office, locked drawer.

Accordion file.

Grab everything, Wayne.

Tara goes home for lunch.

It'll buy you an hour.

You find them, and
you bring 'em to me.

Clay cannot get his
hands on those letters.

- Understand?
- Yeah.

Georgie's out of the film biz.

Doing some kind of
high-end sex toy thing.

Sex toys, huh?

Yeah.

He talked to Dondo about Ima
and I doing something with the

Saffron Sisters, but I passed.

Dondo's her
producer-director.

She's under contract.

Let's go talk to Dondo.

Yeah, he's
waiting for me on set.

I don't need to watch it.

Georgie contacted
me a few weeks ago.

Said he wanted to use my best seller--
Saffron Sorority Girls.

Said he wanted to make a
new run at his dolls.

Wait, wait, dolls?

Yeah.

What...?

Life-sized sex dolls.

Look and feel just
like the real thing.

It's a huge market.

Well, I'm going to need
you to call him back, Dondo.

Tell him Sorority Girl number
one had a change of heart.

And why would I do that?

For Luann.

You're telling me that
Georgie had something to do with

Luann's murder?

That's what we're
trying to find out.

We need you to get him here.

Let us have a private chat.

Yeah, well, I know
what that means; that means

you're gonna whack him.

We don't whack people, Dondo.

Well, that's too bad,
'cause I'm not going to hook you

up unless you crush that
hyper douchbag's skull.

I loved Luann.

She mentored me.

She taught me that I was
more than just a big cock.

I want Georgie dead.

Set it up.

Shit!

Copies!

POTTER: Buenas
tardes, Señor Roosevelt.

All of our players are in place,
including Señor Galindo.

Congratulations.

So, where are
we with Juan Carlos?

We're close.

But he's gonna need
some assurances.

So you're gonna have
to close the deal.

We need to set the
hook deeper into his mouth

before I risk stepping out
from behind the magic curtain.

Okay. What?
You want him to wear a wire?

They're
too techno-savvy.

Anti-tap software, bug alarms.

Probably wand the place
before every sit-down.

He, uh, confirm a shipment?

He didn't deny it.

Have him, uh,
pull a sample from the load.

Couple grams.

Lets us confirm point of origin
and his level of commitment.

If he gets
caught, they'll kill him.

That's the point.

Proves the risk of getting outed
for color is greater than the

risk of working with us.

Eh, that's a dangerous
way to play the race card.

But you see
what's at stake here.

Yeah, I do.

But I also know what's at stake for
a black sheriff in a white town.

Word gets out that I got someone
killed leveraging color...

Hmm.
I'll make sure your involvement with Juan

Carlos is stricken
from the record.

No credit, no responsibility.

Fair enough?

Yeah. Okay.

You know we can't
strike him from the record.

- Shit's already been upload...
- Shh, shh, shh.

I'm eating.

What the hell are you doing?

I wish I'd
have never found 'em.

Lies were easier to stomach.

Save the pain and
sorrow for my old lady.

That's the difference
between you and me, Clay-- I

actually feel bad for some
of the shit I've done.

The lie you fed me about why
John Teller needed to die...

That wasn't a lie.

You told me JT's weakness
was gonna bring violence to Charming.

War brewing with the Mayans.

That was true.

Not according to those.

JT wasn't weak, he
was conflicted.

He wanted to end guns, go legit.

That's why you killed him,
had me cover it up.

The only thing I ever
asked you to do was to lose a

little paperwork to protect
my club and your town.

I don't regret that.

JT suspected you
made two attempts to kill him.

Details are in there.

You regret any of that?

John was delusional with grief.

And Gemma?

She delusional, too?

Does she know the real reason
why you killed her old man?

What's the matter, Chief?

You afraid the love of your
life betrayed you, too?

This is a
smart business, Dondo.

You package videos
with the dolls.

You tie in personal appearances.

Huge dough.

Son of a bitch!

Georgie, we need to talk.

I didn't do anything!

Hey, hey! Whoa, whoa!

Shit. Get out of here.

Go.

Bobby!

Hey, hey, chill!

Chill out!

These are copies.

The originals are
still out there.

I searched her whole office.

Those were in her desk drawer.

All she had.

Some of it was
too burnt to read.

Who knows what
else was in there?

What are you going to do?

I'm going to
protect both of us.

Problems?

A little crisis
at Clear Passages.

Smokers or shitters?

Both.

Go. We got this.

Thanks, man.

Been waiting on your call.

You burned them?

The shit John wrote--
too painful for you to read.

Sorry.

Yeah, it's okay.

It's done.

Thank you, Wayne.

Yeah.
You're welcome, sweetheart.

My friend the
string-puller, now he needs a

little bit of good faith.

You must be
kidding me with this shit.

That shipment
that you muled out of Tucson?

He wants a sample.

If it's uncut, it has markers and
the lab can isolate the region.

There's no coke.

You tell me who's
pushing it out in Sanwa.

We connect the cartel,
leave SAMCRO out of it.

Look... I just want things
to get back to normal.

Your M.C.'s out of drugs, your
daddy back in the color closet.

It's a lose-lose if
you fight me, Juice.

I'll give you two days.

Georgie.

We missed you.

He ain't giving it up on Luann.

Jesus Christ, Clay, can you
talk some sense into these psychos?

Hey, these
are my rational guys.

I get Happy down here, ball gag
takes on a whole new meaning.

I didn't kill Luann.

Yes, you did.

Let's do it.

Whoa, whoa, please.

Wait, I got money!

I got millions! Oh!

I got millions, Clay!

Anything you want!

Anything!

Wow, these sex dolls
must be selling like sex dolls.

Dream Dolls.

I got Asian backing.

Billionaire sex freaks.

I'm serious.

I got this.

- No.
- Hold it.

These Asians, they looking
for any other investments?

All the time.

He telling the truth?

Yeah.
Natsuki family.

Huge Japanese money.

What the hell we doing here?

I think maybe
we can use Georgie.

You talking about the Asians?

Yeah.

Gemma found out there's a ticking
clock on Charming Heights.

Hale's still looking
for investors.

If Georgie can front load his guys, make
Hale think they're his salvation...

Then we pull 'em
out at the last minute.

Yeah, all we got to
do is convince City Council to

stomp on Hale's dream.

What the hell do we tell Otto?

What the hell do you tell Otto?

Tell him the truth.

The club needs Georgie
alive for a minute.

That's a post-dated check.

As soon as we shut down Hale,
we cut Georgie's heart out.

What's going on, guys?

All right. All right.

Hold on to that
big dick of yours, Dondo.

We'll keep you posted.

Everything cool, man?

Yeah. Just had to check
something at the weed shop.

Figured I'd come by.

See how watch is going.

All quiet, man.

It's kind of peaceful out here.

Where are the rest of the guys?

Rat's on a coffee run.

Miles and the Mayan are
somewhere around back.

Well, I'm just
going to do a walk-through.

Juice, you in there, man?

Shit.

What's up?

Why aren't you out front?

Kind of lonely, I guess.

I'll be right out.

Okay.

Hey. What are you doing?

Just checking on my guys.

It's all good.

See you in the morning.

Okay, good night.

Shit.

Oh, shit, oh, shit.

Oh, shit, shit.

You got home late.

Everything okay?

Yeah.

Just handling that Otto thing.

It's handled.

Good.

What's this?

The letters.

Found them in Tara's office.

Locked in a desk drawer.

Mostly just, uh, love
letters to Maureen.

Painful shit.

I had to burn 'em.

Sorry.

It's done, baby.

Piney's suspicions
don't mean shit.

Nobody can hurt us.

Yeah.

Thank God.

You looking for Ope?

Why, is he here?

Yeah. Apartment.

Yeah?

Hey.

What you doing here?

Rough night.

Well... Morning.

Really rough.

Guess I'll leave you to it.

You should go.

Did you lose your mind?

Hey!

Hey, you got a family, man.

You got a new wife.

- Getting your dick sucked by a croweater's
- I know.

Do you?

I found birth control,
morning after pills in Lyla's stuff.

This whole time that I've been trying to
have kids, she's been killing it off.

Oh, God.

Tapping that crazy bitch
is your solution?

Worked for you.

Yeah, I guess
I had that coming.

What's going on?

I don't know.

I keep trying to force things
and the shit don't fit.

And Lyla...
None of it feels real.

I mean, I miss...

I miss Donna.

How you holding up, brother?

You got something to tell me?

Sorry.

I got no excuse.

It just happened.

How long?

A few months.

Did you love her?

No.

And she didn't love me.

You were the only
one who mattered.

You find him?

Yeah.

Georgie Caruso-- he's
the one who killed her.

You finish it?

Yeah.

We took him out.

Good work, brothers.

That's it?

That's it.

We're one brick light.

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about there
should be 30 keys here.

29.

Yeah.

Sync and corrections by n17t01
www.MY-SUBS.com