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[Man Shouting, Indistinct]

[Vehicle Approaching]

Got the good shit.

- There we go, boys.
- Oh, these muffins are great with tequila, Bobby.

Shit's addictive.
Turning me into a fat bastard.

Turbinado sugar, organic flour,
no processed shit.

- Not that any of you give a damn.
- You put hash in them?

You know my rule.
No bud before 9:00 a.m.

I don't have that rule.

Morning, kids. Deal with
the Niners has officially closed.

Spoke to Laroy, and he is giddy...

- about his new assault rifles.
- [Grunts]

- Like how we're all about racial harmony.
- Spend it wisely, boys.

Might be a while before
we see any more gun green.

[Chibs]
I love the green.

- All about the Benjamins!
- Hey-

I just got an update
from my city hall snitch.

Looks like Hale's got a warrant
to search our warehouse.

- [Flies Buzzing]
- [Sniffs]

Shit.

[Police Radio Chatter]

You're a little outside
your jurisdiction, aren't you, Hale?

Well, something blows up
this close to your town...

it would be bad law enforcement
not to look into it.

Well, this is county property.
"Sanwa" sheriffs can handle this.

You know this guy?
Rodrigo Carpio?

- No.
- Found him in the debris basin.

Three bullets in his back.

Bluebird Supply business card in his wallet.

From his rap sheet, I'm guessing
he was employed as security.

- No kidding?
- He died 50 yards inside Charming.

Bluebird warehouse is part
of my murder investigation.

And that's a warrant.

In case you've never
actually seen one.

- Glad your boy's gonna be all right.
- Yeah, thanks.

I'm sorry about last night.

I should've had that place leveled
before the Mayans ever got there.

- Made a shit call.
- Yeah, I'm the one who should've been there...

blowing the shit up.

- Should've never gone to Tahoe.
- You know what?

Everything happens for a reason.

We hadn't hit that warehouse,
we never would've known...

- about the Nord-Mayan hookup.
- Right.

Gotta get this shit to Rosen's guy.

Need a big Jew brain to
figure out these Bluebird losses.

Not this big Jew brain, baby.
I can barely count my own fingers.

Gonna go see the kid later.

Okay, I'll be there.
And I still wanna do that dinner.

- Maybe tomorrow night.
- Sure.

Okay.

[Exhales]
Did he say anything...

about what he found in storage?

Doesn't matter.

He's not his old man. Stop worrying.

[Phone Rings]

Hello?

Right. That was Unser.

Got a protection run tonight.

What?

I gotta tell you something, man.
I mean, it could be bad.

It already is.

Those two dead Mexicans
in the warehouse hall- I was hitting 'em.

Jesus Christ.

- Both of them?
- Oh, yeah. Yeah.

Kind of a taco "twofer" thing.

Tell me one of them doesn't
have a bellyful ofTigger juice.

Afraid they both do.

- You did time, shithead.
You are in the D.N.A. Database.
- Yeah, I know.

Forensics team gets
ahold of those bodies-

- I'll go pull 'em out of there.
- Hale's gonna be watching
that warehouse day and night.

Well, maybe Trammel
can sneak me in, you know?

He's a county sheriff.
He outranks the local P.D., right?

Oh, you're just gonna
stroll out of there...

with two dead Mexi whores
draped over your shoulders?

I'll gut them dead bitches.

I'll flush their bellies with bleach.

No D.N.A.

What kind of nasty shit
did your mama do to you?

What do you mean?

- [Mechanical Whirring]
- [Police Radio Chatter]

[Hale] Got enough ammo in here
to give Halliburton a hard-on.

[Grunts]
Holy shit.

Jesus Christ.

Tape it off. Nobody enters.

Get me the E.T.A.
On that forensic team.

Mr. Bluebirdjust flew
into a brand-new cage.

[Man]
#Riding through this world all alone #

♪ God takes your soul ♪

♪ You're on your own ♪

♪ The crow flies straight ♪

♪ Aperfect line ♪

♪ On the devil's bed ♪

♪ Until you die ♪

♪ Gotta look this life ♪

♪ In the eye ♪♪

What were you thinking, brother?

I was thinking about
getting my dick sucked twice.

All anybody can prove...

is that a couple of brownies swallowed
your chum and died hiding from the fire.

- You didn't kill anybody.
- It's not about the manslaughter rap.

C.S.U. Team tests those bodies...

Tig's D.N.A. Puts the gun factory
at our doorstep.

And then A. T.F. Takes up permanent
residence in our collective rectums.

That warehouse sits
on county property.

Hale's gonna have to wait days to get
San Joaquin to shake loose a forensic unit.

It's a local case.
County won't get involved.

Hale will just wind up borrowing
a crime scene unit from Lodi.

Hey, Big Otto's sister still
works for the A.D.A. In Lodi.

- Yeah.
- Call her.

- See if there's a forensic team heading this way.
- I gotta talk with Unser.

Maybe I can convince the chief
to put a leash on his hyperactive deputy.

Unser's just waiting
for the clock to run out.

That old boy's a lame duck.

So your boy- Not really a team player.

I've made several gestures of friendship.

He's declined every one.

Hale's not interested in friends.

He thinks Charming's stuck in 1969.

Wants to bring it
into the 21 st century.

Hale is a half-bright clerk
with a Wyatt Earp complex.

- Hardly seems like a guy with a vision.
- Don't underestimate him.

He's tight with city council...

and his old man's got deep
political ties with Northern Cali.

- Yeah. But you're the boss, right?
- Come on, Clay.

Since they found the cancer last year,
I got one foot out the door.

I mean, squad's his now.

Be official in a few weeks.

This uptight piece of shit is
gonna make our lives miserable.

Do you understand what I'm saying?

There's nothing I can do about it.

Doctors, my wife-
They're making me step down.

I'm sorry. It's done.

Yeah, I'm sorry too.

This doesn't mean we can't
keep our business arrangement.

Me and you-We had a good thing
going for a lot of years.

We need each other.

Yes, we do.

What's the run?

Got Blu-rays and iPods
heading down to San Jose.

Goddamn niggers have been
jacking the shit out of them.

Keep your eyes open on this one.

I'll make sure they get
where they're going.

How you doing, Jax?

Heard about Wendy and the baby. I'm sorry.

Thanks.

You know, I took a ride
out to the streams today.

Saw that warehouse that burned down.

Outside your jurisdiction, ain't it?

Did you ever hear of
a Bluebird Supply Company?

Apparently they hold
the title on that parcel.

- Never heard of'em.
- Whole area was littered
with casings and gun parts.

That warehouse was a weapons depot.

No kidding?

Chief Unser's retiring
at the end of this month.

I'll be stepping into those shoes.

Unser's always had a "look the other way"
policy with the Sons of Anarchy.

Unser's a lazy drunk.

I will not look the other way, Jax.

Just a friendly heads-up.

We're all free men
protected by the Constitution.

You look any way you want, Chief.

[Electronic Beeping]

- He's moving around a lot more.
- Yeah. All his vitals are up.

Any permanent damage?

- 'Cause of the drugs- Brain or anything?
- Can't know for sure.

But everything so far
points to full recovery.

- How long is he gonna be in that thing?
- Could be weeks.

But he'll be in the NICU for
at least two or three months.

Hey, look.

I'm sorry about last night. I wasn't-

I really don't want to know.

Right.

- What?
- Just figured you'd land a
million miles from this place.

You always hated it here.

No, I didn't hate Charming, Jax.

Just... me in it at the time.

Yeah.

Looks like Wendy's gonna be okay.

- Define "okay."
- We're taking her through sedated detox.

She'll be out for a couple days.

You two-Are you together?

No. I filed over a year ago.

She got clean about 10 months back.

We tried to reconcile.

Didn't work out too well.

Well, looks like one
good thing came out of it.

Yeah.

Yeah, I guess it did.

I should get going.

Yeah. I'm late for rounds.

It's good to have you back.

[Woman On P.A., Indistinct]

[Electronic Beeping]

[TV, Indistinct]

I'm gonna need the truck.

Why can't you take the wagon?

We're three months behind.

I gotta lock it in the garage
or they'll repo it while I'm at work.

I don't know how
to get in front of this shit.

We're getting buried here, Donna.

Hank, I'll pick up
some weekend work.

You'll get that pay bump soon.

We're gonna make it
through this, baby.

I promise.

Yeah. We'll figure it out.

[Sniffs]

Shouldn't you be at the mill?

I'm on my way. I gotta ask a favor.

Well, what's up?

Three months behind on Donna's
car payment. They're gonna repo it.

- Now, I hate doing this-
- If you're gonna ask me for money, I can't help you.

I just made the quarterly
insurance payments.

I'm gonna be tapped until
the end of next month, okay?

- Look, I'm sorry, Son.
- That's all right.

Thanks, Pop.

Hey. Clay...

is making a protection run
tonight for Unser.

It's low-profile shit.

You ride along, scare off
the bad guys, huh?

I think I'm on Clay's shit list.
Doubt he'd put me on it.

- Well, then why don't you make it right?
- I don't know.

I don't know what
the hell's wrong with you.

Why don't you quit whining...

grow a dick...

and take care of your business?

Jimmy Cacuzza called.
The Italians want to place an order.

- I didn't know what to say.
- How about, " The store burned down.

- They missed the fire sale'"?
- Well, I talked to Otto's sister...

and Lodi forensic team will be here
first thing in the morning.

And the shit keeps piling on my head.

Only one thing is gonna stop
that Lodi forensics team...

from getting to our warehouse...

and that's another murder in Lodi.

- Yup.
- I don't know.

Hale's on red alert.
Mayans, Nords-

Everyone's twitchy as hell, man.

- It's not a good time to kill-
- It's never a good time.

We're talking about protecting Tig
and staying out of A.T.F.'s crosshairs.

We hit the projects.
We find ourselves a scumbag, a dealer-

We should off a couple of Nords, Clay,
is what we should do.

All right? We should just do that,
and then dump the bodies in Lodi.

It buys us some time to get
those Mexicans out of the hole.

It sends a message to Darby.
Kill two birds with one Crow.

- Very clever. With the cops
eyeballing the warehouse?
- Doesn't matter.

- Doesn't matter.
- I'll handle that. You set it up.

Hey.

What if I could do this
without spilling blood?

Look, this isn't me tripping
some guilt shit because of my kid.

This is about one of us
thinking straight.

Brains before bullets, right?

Let's hear it.

All we need for a murder are
bodies and a crime scene.

Jackie boy, now you lost me.

Skeeter- He's always got more
gambling debt than he can handle.

I'll make it worth his while.

- The cemetery guy?
- Cash for cadavers. Like it.

I give Lodi a front-page murder.

We don't stir up another
shit storm to bite us in the ass.

- What about educating Darby?
- I'll figure that out.

The important thing is to keep
your D.N.A. Out of the petri dish-

Protect the club.

Path of least resistance
always best, right?

We'll do it your way, V.P.

All right.

Don't make me regret this.

- They really cremate bodies here?
- Yeah, we do.

Hey, guys. What's-What's going on?

- We need a favor, Skeeter.
- Christ, man.

Now is not a good time.
I got a new supervisor crawling up my ass.

- Come on.
- [Jax] Relax. Not here to make a deposit.

Actually, it's a withdrawal.

We need two bodies, fresh.

You serious? For what?

Well, I could tell you, but then I'd
have to stuff you in the furnace.

[Chuckles]
Two dead ones. That's-

That's crazy shit, man.

I'm sure you took a beating
at Golden Gate this weekend.

No. L-I stopped the ponies, man.
I stopped it all.

Gamblers Anonymous.
Three-Three-Three months now.

You're kidding.
You don't want the money?

- I'm working a program, you know?
- Jesus Christ.

Something you might
be able to get for me.

- What's that?
- Emily Duncan.

Emily Duncan. She's one
of our Friday night whores.

She loves a good punch up
her knickers.

Yeah. No kidding!

I've been trying to push up
on that for a long time.

You want to hook up with a Crow-eater,
I'll make it happen.

Really? Shit. Well, you got a deal.

I, uh-

I'm not cremating anything
until the end of the week.

- We need two by tonight.
- Well, I'm prepping a closed coffin.

Some phone guy took a header
off the top of the pole.

- White guy?
- Yeah.

I'll take it. Need a Mexican guy too.

Buried one this morning.
Cheap seats. Should still be fresh.

You mean that we gotta dig it up?

Who said anything about "we"?

This is so wrong, man.
This is so wrong.

## [Radio: Mexican Pop]

Hey, Darby. Here. I got you a tamale.

I never should've led you
to their gun warehouse.

I knew that stealing those
M4s was a bad move.

- None of my moves are bad.
- I lost my best guy...

niggers got their gats back, and you're
out three men and a warehouse.

What the hell would you call it?

Insurance covers the warehouse.

And I've always been about
survival of the fittest.

Well, if any of Clay's guys
recognized Whistler...

they're gonna come at me, hard.

We need to combine forces now.

- Strike first.
- Let the asshole sweat.

Spin a little doom
about what they saw.

We'll learn from their next move.

Their next move is gonna be putting
a bullet in my goddamn dome.

- Now we made a deal. We work to-
- Our deal...

was me getting the guns Sam Crow
keeps feeding my competition.

I get the gats, I cross the Niners.

- Starting a war's not smart.
- I got a news flash for you, La Bamba.

I don't give a shit about
some wetback-nigger beef.

Now, the only reason
that I'm at this table...

is because I need muscle...

to push the Sons of Anarchy
the hell out of Charming.

Now, you comprende that?

I'll give you some guys to watch
your back in case they retaliate...

but we've got to let this shit settle down
before we make our next move.

And don't worry.
We'll both get what we want.

Where's my goddamn Suburban?

- ## [Radio: R&B]
- Who the hell is that?

That, me ol'mucker...

is 130 pounds of hog-riding giggety.

- Hey, Jax.
- Hey.

Uh, Chibs said you were looking for me.

- I'm Emily.
- Right!

Shit. Sorry. Come in.

Sit down.

- Nice room. [Laughs]
- Yeah.

So I need you to do a favor
for the club, Emily.

Really? Sure.

I mean, what do you need?
What can I do?

- You know Skeeter, right?
- Yeah.

That guy's been trying to get
in my pants since high school.

I need you to let him in.

Are you serious?
Dude, that guy burns dead bodies.

- He creeps the shit out of me.
- I know.

- But we need Skeeter to do us a good deed-
- Mm-hmm.

And the only thing
he wants in return...

is the hand of beautiful...

Emily Duncan.

[Exhales]
I'm not some whore.

Come on. It'll be our secret.

- [Chuckling] Yeah.
- Cross my heart.

I need you, Emily.

Oh, boy.

Mmm.

You do me, I do him.

Fair enough.
[Chuckles]

- Do me a favor?
- What you need?

Put your coat on.

[Laughs]

I'm all about the service, darlin'.

- # Find another man in another place #
- Yee-haw!

♪ I'll throw that stuff
right back in your face ♪

♪ Sure enough I would
Oh, yeah ♪♪

[Shovel Clanks]

[Grunts]
That's great. That's great.

Not only do you stink,
but you're a fat bastard too.

Hey! Beware the zombie bikers!

- Jesus Christ. You scared the piss out of me.
- [Laughs]

- [Laughing] Who's your friend?
- Hate this shit.

It's really bad karma, you know,
digging up a grave, man.

Nah. As long as it's not
your grave, karma's just fine.

So how we gonna get him out?

I think we're gonna
need a tow truck.

Jesus Christ. These guys stink.

We'll leave Darby
some good dead Mexican stench.

Dude, look, I tell them
I lost it in battle.

All they want to do is wrap
their patriotic lips around it.

- [Tires Squealing]
- Shit!

Get that asshole!
You know, he made me spill my beer!

Gemma.

- Abel seems better. Stronger.
- Yeah.

He is a lucky kid. Both he and his mom
escaped death on the same night.

Yeah.

I heard about Wendy. Very sad.

I can't say I'm surprised.

Guess you wouldn't be.

- Something on your mind?
- No. Something weighing on yours?

Junkie tell you something?

No. She's still sedated.

But I talked to her
after that baby was born.

She was crushed.

She hated herself,
but she wanted to live.

No, somebody else popped her
with that needle.

Or, at the very least,
gave her the loaded gun.

Guess you think I'm that somebody?

Guess I was the one shooting it
into her fingers and toes...

the whole goddamn time
she was pregnant too?

No. That sin's on her.

If I were a cop,
I'd call that motive.

Well, thank God
you're only a doctor.

We'll see what Wendy says
when she comes out of detox.

Or maybe I'll bounce my theory off ofJax.

See where he lands on it.

That's how you're gonna
win back his heart?

Accusing his mother of trying
to murder his ex-wife?

Come on. You are smarter than that.

- I am not trying to win back anybody.
- No?

- Then why did you come back to Charming?
- Because of the job.

Which one? Doctor or detective?

- [Exhales]
- You still think...

you can just say or do anything
you want in this town, don't you?

Everything comes around, Gemma.
No one is untouchable.

You want to touch me, sweetheart?

That make you happy?

[Elevator Bell Dings]

You're an idiot. It's not gay.
I've been shaving my shit for years.

- Oh, it's totally gay.
- Whatever.

- Oh, shit.
- Aw, shit.

- [Siren Blaring]
- Shit. He spotted the smashed front end.

Cops run those bogus plates...

they're gonna search
that S.U.V. From top to bottom.

We got two dead bodies in there, man.

[Police Radio Chatter]

Lodi's got a sky team.

We'll never get away,
not in this piece of shit.

Put the gun away.

- What's up?
- [Tires Squealing]

Jesus Christ! Hey!

Hey! Get back here!

[Juice]
Come on, piggy. Come on!

[Chibs]
Run, prospect. Run!

Get in, you faggots!

- Run, baby, run!
- Run, boys! Get in!

[Shouting]

Bye, copper! Bye!

- Here.
- Thanks.

I haven't had a chance
to talk to you much...

since you got out of the joint.

Not much to say.
You know what it's like.

- Takes a while to adjust.
- Yeah.

Hear Donna's having
a rough time of it.

I think it was easier for her
when I was inside.

- She knew what to do then.
- Gets that way.

Sometimes the people we love
just don't know the right move.

Crippled by all the shit
they're afraid of.

Donna's not crippled.

She's pissed.

How about you, Ope? You pissed?

I mean, guys get locked up...

they resent the loss of freedom.

Start doubting choices they made-

the right and wrong of it all.

I got no resentments.

Attaboy.

Yo. UncleJimmy called.

[Groans]

## [Jukebox, Faint: Rock]

♪ You know I love you, baby ♪

I just got a heads-up
about a hijack zone.

- Where?
- Coleman off-ramp.

Uh, think we should go around
the back way, take 101 instead.

You sure you guys know
where the hell you're going?

You sound like my wife.

♪ All over, baby ♪

♪ End of the line, Rollin'on ♪♪

[Jax] Okay, bring it forward.
A little more. A little more.

Whoa!

- Good.
- Oh, that sounded nasty!

Oh, Jesus. Someone call Green Peace.

We're saving a Mexican whale.

[Laughing]

[Grunts]

- Come on, Shamu.
- Oh, God.

- Okay.
- [Groaning]

[Horn Honks]

- [Indistinct] Okay.
- Ah.

Juice!

Get the blood.
Come on!

[Jax]
Make it look real!

[Chibs]
You ain't icing a cake, prospect.

It's a crime scene. Let's go!

[Half Sack]
I know. I know.

Yeah.

All right, let's do it.

[Juice]
What a beautiful thing!

All right, plant the gun.
I'll leave the message.

All right, let's go!

[Chuckling]

Circuit City, kiss my guinea ass.

- I can move this whole load for you in two days.
- Good.

- Fifty-fifty?
- Aaah, just throw me 10%.

It's my little gift to you.
We had a little setback with the business.

Yeah. We heard rumors.

- Wetbacks, right?
- Yeah.

It might be a minute
before we're up and running.

I'd appreciate it if you...

and some of the other crews
would be a little patient...

give us some time
to get on our feet...

before you found
another distributor.

We might need to go
elsewhere in the short term.

But I'll let the boys know.

They don't do any big gun business
with anyone except the Sons, hmm?

- Thanks, Jimmy.
- Yeah.

Make it fall off the truck, boys.

You knew all this was going down?

Well, I had it in the works, but
I wasn't sure till I got the call.

Well, what about
your deal with Unser?

We're supposed to protect the cargo.

Chief Unser needed a wake-up call.

We needed a goodwill gesture.

It'll all work out.

You wanted in, right?

Yeah, I did.

## [Radio: Rock]

- Wait a minute. You see what I see?
- [Chibs] Aye.

That's that douche bag
that cut us off.

[Tires Screeching]

Been a very long night, brother.

Come on. Won't take long.

Yo. Pass me one of those
Hostess "Dumb Dicks."

[Groans]

[Clerk]
Hey! Hey! What are you doing?

What are you doing?

- [Groaning]
- Don't ever cut me off again, shithead.

What are you doing?
Hey! My store! This is my store!

What are you doing?
Hey, what are you- Hey!

Why don't you come
at me now, asshole?

[Screaming]

- [Yelling]
- Jax! Jax!

Let me get a shot!

Aaaah!

[Whimpering]

You okay, Jackie boy?

Holy shit.

What the hell happened out there?

O'Brien Electronics
is my biggest account.

Probably the last time they'll use Unser
Trucking to transport their precious cargo.

What are you doing, Clay?

Just keeping a good cop
on the job is all.

You don't step down
for another six months.

You let us rebuild.

And keep Hale off my goddamn back.

If I say no?

Then I'll make sure every truck
leaves this yard hits a roadblock.

- Where's my driver?
- Oh, he's getting patched up.

We convinced him to keep
this incident in-house.

Jesus Christ.

This how you treat an old friend?

No. This is how I treat an old cop.

I'm sorry, Miss Winston.

We can't take your checks anymore.

The last two bounced.

Okay. I, uh- I'll just pay cash.

Oh.

- What's this?
- The rest of your groceries.

Opie's out now.
We don't need any more charity.

Thanks.

It was never charity, Donna.

It's what we do. You're family.

I have my family back.
I don't need yours.

Look.

I know what you went through.

- Been there-with two husbands.
- [Exhales]

Lose your man.
Kids lose their dad.

You get pissed off.

Want to blame the club.

But Sam Crow is not the enemy.
It's the glue-

The one thing that will always be there...

to pull you through the ugly shit.

Gotta stop fighting us, Donna.

You need us.

I married Opie.

I didn't marry the club.

You have no idea what I need.

Donna.

We're having a little family dinner tonight.
You and Ope should come.

Bring the kids. You might
actually have a good time.

Don't say anything else.

My Martha Stewart's
wearing real thin.

You know where we live.

- [Bell Dings]
- [Man On TV, Faint]

Why did you pull my detail
off the warehouse?

I was paying overtime
for six unis...

to sit on a 20 that's not
even in our jurisdiction.

This is my case, and overtime
is not really your concern anymore.

Afraid it is. Not stepping down yet.

What are you talking about?
That's already done.

No, it's not. Gave city council a heads up.

I'll be keeping the badge
for another six months.

What the hell are you doing, Unser?

- Right now, getting a haircut.
- Bullshit.

You've always been
in Sam Crow's pocket.

- This is about me-
- Stop talking, son.

One more wrong
thing comes out of our mouth...

and I'll rip that badge
off your puffed-out chest.

[Bell Dings]

Sorry, Floyd.

That boy needs a hot shave.

Yes, he does.

[John Teller's Voice]
"Most of us were not violent by nature.

"We all had our problems
with authority...

"but none of us were sociopaths.

"We came to realize that when
you move your life off the social grid...

"you give up the safety
that society provides.

"On the fringe...

"blood and bullets
are the rule oflaw...

"and if you're a man
with convictions...

violence is inevitable. '"

I hope they looked better
than this when they blew ya.

A little.

Jax?

Jesus, it smells like
old socks and pussy in here.

Oh. Hey, darlin'.

They're having a sale
on toiletries...

- so I picked you up some "thangs."
- Thanks, Mom.

You okay, baby?
You look exhausted.

- [Exhales] Long night.
- Mmm.

That your dad's stuff
you found in storage?

- Yeah.
- Hmm.

Some pictures, a few Harley manuals.

- Bunch of Nam shit.
- [Chuckles]

Oh, wow.

'80s hair.

How hot was I?

Smokin' hot.

You said you read something?

A few journal entries. Nothing much.

Oh. I'd love to read it.

Your father- He was
a real good writer.

Always had a knack for it.

You know, I'm the one who
bought him that old Selectric.

- Didn't know that.
- Yeah.

[Man]
Jax! Clay wants you!

Custom job.

[Mouthing Words]

Unser's not retiring.

What did you do?
Threaten to rape his daughter?

That's a little harsh.

Maybe the old man's
not ready for the gold watch.

Just got back from
that Bluebird warehouse.

There were two dead women
in the utility hatch...

before my guys got
pulled off. They're gone.

They could've been napping.

You guys.

Cruising around here like heroes.

- But you and I know the truth.
- What truth is that?

You're white trash thugs
holding onto a dying dream.

Oh, that is so poetic, Chief.

Oh! I'm sorry.

I guess it's just Deputy Chief.

Right?

It doesn't matter
if I'm chief or not.

You can't stop progress.

It won't be long before Sam Crow...

is just an ugly memory
in the history of Charming.

So you enjoy the ride
while you still can.

[Police Radio Chatter]

- You go get rid of those bodies.
- Yeah. A'ight.

Should we say a prayer or something?

You know any Bible passages
about lost semen?

[Slaps]

Uh, may the ray-

ray of sunshine warm your souls.

Amen.

- Let's roll.
- ♪ Billy Ray was a preacher's son ♪

♪ When his daddy would visit
he'd come along ♪

♪ When they'd gather
round the parlor talkin'♪

♪ That's when Billy
would take me walkin'♪

♪ Through the backyard
we'd go walkin'♪

♪ Then he'd look into my eyes ♪

♪ Lord knows, and my surprise ♪

♪ That the only one
who could ever reach me ♪

♪ Was the son of a preacher man ♪

♪ The only boy
who could ever teach me ♪

♪ Was the son of a preacher man ♪

♪ Yes, he was
Ooh, he was ♪

♪ Yeah, he was ♪

- # The only one who could ever reach me #
- [No Audible Dialogue]

♪ Was the son of a preacher man ♪

♪ The only boy
who could ever teach me ♪

♪ Was the son of a preacher man ♪

♪ Yes, he was
Ooh, he was ♪

- # Yeah, he was #
- [Engine Revving]

♪ Bein'good isn't always easy ♪

♪ No matter how hard I try ♪

♪ When he started
sweet-talkin'to me ♪

♪ Come and tell me
Everything is all right ♪

♪ Baby, baby, everything is all right ♪

♪ Can I get away
again tonight ♪

♪ The only one
who could ever teach me ♪

♪ Was the son of a preacher man ♪

♪ The only boy
who could ever teach me ♪

♪ Was the son of a preacher man ♪

♪ Yes, he was
Lord, he was ♪

♪ Oh, he was ♪

♪ The only boy
who could ever reach me ♪

- Jax? Jax? I need some corn.
- ♪ Was the son of a preacher man ♪

♪ The only boy
who could ever teach me ♪

♪ Was the son of a preacher man ♪

♪ Yes, he was
Oh, he was ♪

♪ Oh, he was ♪

♪ Hallelujah ♪

♪ He was the sweet-talkin'
son of a preacher man ♪

♪ The only one
who could ever reach me ♪

♪ Was the son of a preacher man ♪

♪ Hallelujah ♪

♪ Hallelujah ♪♪