Original subtitles

NARRATOR: Previously on Sons of Anarchy:

Clay killed my old man.

Opie found out the truth. He's the one that shot me.

Why'd you lie, man?

JAX: I know you can't sit at the table with him.

I want you in Samcro.

But whatever you decide, I'm gonna back you.

What I know is that the gavel turns shit around.

JAX: I'm not gonna turn into Clay.

I'm more afraid that I'm gonna turn into you.

GEMMA: I just went by the house to see my grandkids.

Who the hell put them in day care?

Me and their mother.

We can take care of our own. I don't think you're up for the task.

Whoa, whoa. Easy now, love.

Was I that bad? Who the hell are you?

Nero Padilla. I'm a companionator.

CANE: Two girls said they witnessed guys on motorcycles shooting a black man in an SUV.

Another two witnesses came in, identified Tig Trager as the guy that ran down Veronica Pope.

I murdered an innocent girl.

The lie was to protect Ope and the club.

The county issued warrants for you, Chibs and Tig.

I got a place you can go. You'll be safe.

ROOSEVELT: Are you guys aware of the violence that is happening in Charming?

Two home invasions in less than a week?

Gotta settle things with the Niners. What the hell is this?

JAX: This is Pope letting us know he's the one who decides who lives and dies.

DAWN: Daddy. Stop!

Know my pain, Mr. Trager.

DAWN: Aah! Aah! No! No!

MAN: Let's go around back.

Shit.

Sorry to wake you, Opie. We were hoping that you might be able...

...to tell us where we could find Jax Teller.

[CHATTERING]

Yeah, keep an eye out front. I wanna know who's coming and going.

You want anybody else up here? No, not yet.

Keep trying Tig-

How long you known this guy?

Not long.

I trust him. CARLA: Come on. There's a party at the Marriott.

God, I hate the Marriott. It smells like old dudes.

CARLA: Those old dudes have the money, Tinkerbell.

WOMAN: All right.

CARLA: I want them gone.

Sorry. Carla doesn't like surprises.

Yeah. Me neither.

We're over here.

So you guys can crash back here in our therapy rooms.

No one will bother you back there.

There's a studio upstairs. You might be a little bit more comfortable.

Just let me know if you need anything. Thanks.

Why you helping us?

I don't know you, your crew.

GEMMA: I can vouch for him. I'm not asking you.

Well, let's just consider this networking, okay?

Maybe, at some point, you get to help me.

JAX: Yeah. Hey.

Found Tig at the old Oakland rail yards, but we gotta go now.

Shit. Okay, let's go.

They'll be looking for your bikes. NERO: Hey.

Blue pickup out back.

What, you want a note from my priest?

Thanks.

[COUGHS]

[GRUNTING]

Ow!

Son of a bitch.

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

Yeah. UNSER [OVER PHONE]: Better get over here.

Your house. Unh.

CLAY". Gemma okay?

Yeah. She ain't here.

I don't wanna give details over the phone. It ain't--

[HANGS UP PHONE]

CHIBS: Tig?

Tiggy!

JAX: Shit.

Tig, I'm so sorry, brother.

Oh, man.

CHIBS: Jesus, mother of Christ.

Pope, he burned her alive...

...right in front of me.

Uh...

He threatened to do the same to Fawn. I gotta find her.

The cop...

...was that you?

Yeah.

He's on Pope's payroll. The other guy's a cleaner.

Help me get Dawn out, yeah?

Okay. Chibs, listen. The tarps in the back of the truck, get them.

CHIBS: Yeah. BOBBY: Come on. Let's get them.

Come on.

UNSER: Coming over to feed the bird.

My closest friend lately.

They smashed through the door, three of them, maybe four.

Say anything? What they wanted?

UNSER: Not that I heard.

I got knocked out, like, 10 seconds in.

JUICE: Damn.

Where's Gemma?

UNSER: I don't know.

Really.

Got no idea. It's a good thing she wasn't here.

UNSER: I didn't know which way to jump with this thing.

Club problem, Charming problem?

CLAY: You gotta call the sheriff. It's the only way I collect the insurance off of this shit.

I'll get the prospects to clean up. CLAY: Okay.

This had to be black.

Pope paying us back.

Yeah. Makes sense.

You really come over to feed the bird?

She's on her own trip these days.

I got no idea where she goes or who with.

[UNSER GROANS]

[CLAY GASPS]

Damn it.

[GRUNTS]

Charmed life, ain't it?

Hey, we should get out of here.

Give him a minute.

[CURTIS STIGERS & THE FOREST RANGERS' "THIS LIFE" PLAYING]

Riding through this world All alone

God takes your soul You're on your own

The crow flies straight A perfect line

On the devil's path Until you die

Gotta look this life In the eye

BOBBY: Any luck with Romeo?

Just left him another message, both him and Luis.

Maybe we should reach out to Alvarez.

Romeo's the only one that can protect us from Pope.

I'll call Juice, get Happy, Frankie Diamonds.

We need some extra weight. Yeah, okay.

Yeah. NERO: Yeah. Hector has the address.

JAX: Hey.

It might be a busy day for us. This is for your time and inconvenience.

If you need more, you're gonna have to wait.

No, this is good.

You let me know. I'll be around.

[JAX SIGHS]

We need to get out of here soon, man.

All this activity, it makes me very nervous.

All this activity makes me think we're in the wrong business.

Hey, beast from the east. Duty calls.

Check this out.

Nice. Let me finish your wiring.

I'll follow you on a bike. JUICE: It's a low-profile call.

This carnival stays here.

County guys have no goddamn style.

Got a late-night call from Roosevelt looking for Jax.

Tig and Chibs too.

Witnesses put the shooting and Pope's kid on us.

HAPPY: It's all bullshit. Pope's setting him up...

...so black could off him in county.

Where are they at now? Stockton. A friend of Gemma's.

Trying to get protection before they turn themselves in.

I'm heading up there now.

I know Jax would want you there.

JUICE: Yeah, man.

Looks like you guys got it covered. FRANKIE: Where's your patch, man?

He's not much of a talker. Oh, yeah? Well, let me tell you something.

Next time I see him riding without his patch on, I'm gonna kick his teeth in.

Then he really won't be much of a talker.

[JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

What? We found Goodman and his cleaner...

...in the pit with Laroy and Darnell, torched.

No signs of Trager or the girl's body.

I guess I shouldn't be surprised.

Goodman was a sloppy nigger.

Clean it up.

We don't want the rest of our city employees getting rattled.

Already done. The other two Sons have gone AWOL.

No one from the MCs have been picked up.

These white boys are resourceful.

Dig into them deeper. I wanna know everything.

I got the Niners, East Dub, couple other crews hunting Samcro.

Between us and the cops, we can flush them out.

Maybe.

Eyewitnesses look legit. Twenties, black. No priors.

Damon Pope bought those witnesses.

If he did, we prove that in court.

Pope doesn't want a trial.

He wants them dead. She knows that.

I need time. I gotta secure us some protection inside.

LOWEN: If I tell the DA you're gonna turn yourselves in...

...good faith gets you about eight more hours. After that, you're fugitives evading arrest.

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

It's Clay. See what he wants.

Mom, keep an eye on Tig.

Yeah.

You fill her in about RICO? As much as I could.

How do you know there's a RICO case against the Sons?

Otto Delaney turned, gave up Bobby's involvement as history.

Why you? BOBBY: Personal.

I was sleeping with his old lady. Ugh.

Otto got me up to Stockton to tell me why he was ratting.

And then after that, the feds picked me up. I was in an ATF holding cell for three weeks.

And they dropped the charges.

Not exactly. I can't do my job with "not exactly."

The case is being held over our heads. I can't say who.

There's a chance it could all crash down.

He's telling the truth.

The feds?

We gotta figure out how to kill this case.

You'd have to prove Otto's testimony was false. That would close off past crimes.

What do you have for present?

JAX: Gun running.

Someone gave him intel. Current member?

Not sure.

[LOWEN SIGHS]

It's gonna be tough getting details on a case I'm not even supposed to know about.

What about Otto? Can you get to him?

My association with the club, they won't let me near him.

JAX: Can you get anyone in to talk to him?

Depends how tightly they have him locked down.

This is all confidential.

No one other than Bobby and Tara can know.

CHIBS: Hey. Clay, it's not good.

The house was hit last night. Home invasion.

Unser was there feeding the bird. Got stomped.

Oh, my God. My mom's house?

CHIBS: Yep.

Pope's coming at our families.

This is not about payback, brother.

[SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

Okay.

Take my mom to her house, sort out the damage.

Put the club on alert. Wives, kids, everyone should be looking out.

Will do.

Let's get that goddamn address.

We gotta find Tig's other spawn before this psycho barbecues her.

All right?

Make the call.

Tell the DA we'll turn ourselves in tonight. Clubhouse.

I'll double your retainer while you look into Otto.

Fair enough.

Thank you. Yeah. Thank you.

LOWEN: Yeah.

Third attack on the Sons. Someone just ain't feeling you guys.

We're an acquired taste.

ROOSEVELT: You know this is retaliation.

I don't know nothing. I leave the crime fighting to the professionals.

Look at this.

Took my whole goddamn safe. Are you clear on what was inside?

Yeah. Just personal documents. Birth certificates, that kind of shit.

I'm not too sure about the cash. You gotta ask my wife.

GEMMA: Jesus Christ.

BOBBY: Oh, man.

GEMMA: Oh, my God.

Wayne, are you okay? I'm-- I'm-- I'm fine.

It was, like, four of them. Blindsided. I didn't have a chance.

I'm sorry about your place, sweetheart.

ROOSEVELT: So you weren't here, Gemma? No. Only me.

CLAY: Wayne was looking in on her.

We're separated. I worry.

So you have no idea who would want to trash--?

GEMMA: No.

ROOSEVELT: Any suspicious phone calls? Save it.

I don't know shit.

Okay.

Well, I told the other guys, so I'll tell you.

If this feud blows back on any innocents...

...I will call Gang Task Force and have Charming locked down.

If you remember anything, give me a call.

Find my safe.

ROOSEVELT: Yep.

CLAY: How's Tig?

Not good, bro.

CLAY: No damage.

I know Jax is reaching out to Romeo today. Anything I can do?

Jesus, Gem, I'm just trying to help here.

This shit's happening because of you.

You don't get to help.

Get out of my house.

BOBBY: Clay, hey. Hey, hey.

Come on, man.

Hey, they trashed your mom's place.

[FITZ & THE TANTRUMS' "WE DON'T NEED NO LOVE SONGS" PLAYING]

[JAX SIGHS]

I gotta fix this.

You Will.

Thank you.

You really handled this, babe.

These charges, Lowen, us camping out here.

You're amazing.

Hey. Got an address for Fawn in Oakland. Hamilton and Irving.

Forty minutes from here. Juice has got a ride.

No, but the APB went wide.

Give me a minute.

Can't you let the other guys go? I have to make sure Tig's kid is safe.

What about our kids?

What happens if you're in jail for a long time again, Jax? You have sons.

Shit.

I'm sorry.

I'm really trying. I know.

Go.

You're right. Help Tig.

I'll be fine.

Okay.

[SIGHS]

Let's get married.

Today.

Are you serious?

I thought you wanted to-- I don't wanna wait anymore.

Whatever happens, Tara, I want you to be my wife.

I always have.

Here, in a brothel, wanted for murder?

Hey, I'm all about the fairy tale, baby.

So much for romance.

Hey, I killed a fed for you.

Nothing says "endless love" like capital murder.

Well, I guess that's true.

Who should I tell?

No one. Let's just do it.

We'll do something for these knuckleheads later.

CHIBS: Jackie.

We need to go.

I'll make the arrangements.

I'll see you later. Hmm.

Make an honest woman out of you.

[TARA CHUCKLES]

Good luck.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

You forgot to tell me something at the house?

Maybe. Well, you've got my attention.

I was wondering if you found any patterns to these break-ins?

Besides the fact they're all pointed to your MC buddies?

Yeah. Besides that. No.

The victims didn't see anything, and if they did, like you, they're not saying much.

This wasn't black retaliation. It felt more white to me.

Really?

And how does "white" feel?

Sloppy, clumsy-

Beat down was obligatory, not angry.

Clay send you over here?

I wore a badge for 30 years in Charming.

I learned how to make it work with the Sons.

And, yeah, I got a little more comfortable with them than I should have.

But I never did dirty work.

Still don't.

I'm gonna be poking around these home invasions.

I find anything, I'll let you know.

I'd appreciate the same.

TIG: Aw, shit. Three deep on the porch.

JAX: All right, let's do this easy. Tig!

Hey, we don't know the situation here.

TIG: We're gonna find out.

Looking for Fawn Trager.

TIG: On your knees. Now! MAN 1: Damn, man!

On your knees, bitches, before I blow your coon bellies.

JAX: Tig.

Put the gun down, man.

Tig.

This is what got us into this mess.

Ain't got no ink. They're not Niners.

WOMAN: Stop! Ah!

TIG: Ah, shit.

We got this.

Fawnsy? WOMAN: You're hurting me!

Stop! MAN 2: Shut your mouth, bitch.

TIG: Fawnsy? WOMAN: Please stop. It hurts.

Stop it! RAYMUN: Kill you, bitch!

FAWN: It hurts. Ow! RAYMUN: You like this when I hurt--

Dad, no! TIG: Aah!

FAWN: No, Dad, stop! I'll kill you.

No! He's my boyfriend.

He's what? He's my boyfriend, you asshole.

TIG: He was...

Jesus Christ.

Wow.

I had-- I had to find you, baby. You might be in trouble.

There's a guy-- There's a black guy, he wants to hurt me, my family.

FAWN: Why?

What the hell did you do now? TIG: Uh...

You gotta get out of town for a while, please.

What about Dawn?

You get her to leave?

Or maybe you just paid her to go.

[TIG WHIMPERS SOFTLY]

Oh, shit.

Dad.

Where is she?

I hate you.

TIG: Aw... I hate you.

I hate you! I hate you, you pig! I know. I know.

I hate you! I hate you! FRANKIE: Come on.

RAYMUN: Baby. FAWN: I hate you!

RAYMUN: Let her go! FAWN: I hate you!

Bro, bro, look at me. FAWN: What did you do?

Sit down, please. Sit down.

You care about her?

Do you care about her?

Well, then, man, you gotta pack a bag and you gotta get her out of town. All right?

We'll tell you when it's safe to come back.

Here.

Go on.

Go on.

Nothing from Romeo.

Shit.

Stay here. I don't trust these guys.

Make sure Fawn gets out of Oakland.

I'm gonna call Nero, get a lift back to Diosa, wait for Romeo's call.

It's too dangerous.

You're not traveling alone, Jackie, all right?

Chibs, we're safer if we split up, all right?

I'm fine.

Just handle this.

Okay.

Watch.

What should I do with the pieces?

Throw them away.

You sure? They're beautiful.

Yeah.

Tig's daughter...

...the one that got your little nubs all excited...

Dawn.

Yeah.

She's dead.

Was killed last night.

Jesus.

What happened?

It doesn't matter.

Gonna cremate her later on.

No one else is gonna be able to go.

Maybe you'd wanna show up.

Say goodbye.

I accept that.

Yeah.

Turn here.

Really?

This is Opie's street.

[SIGHS]

Now, it wasn't easy, what you did yesterday.

And all the guys are spun out by it all...

...but they all know the history between you and Piney.

Nobody's gonna vote you out.

Pull over. You--

You--

Does he know you're coming by?

I mean, you really think this is smart?

He still might be pissed.

Maybe you are too. Me coming clean about Piney...

...the one guy who needed to hear it most wasn't at that table.

Whatever happens, I'm good.

I'm sorry I didn't-- I heard about Tig's kid.

And the warrants, if that's why you're here.

No, that's not it.

Then I got shit to do.

You know, when you pulled that trigger...

...a part of me was relieved.

It's an easier way to go out than dealing with this.

What the hell is this, Clay?

I told the club the truth.

About me and your old man.

History escalated.

Kill or be killed.

That's your truth.

If this is some kind of bullshit apology-- No apology. I ain't that stupid.

This is me telling you, your walking away from Samcro...

...because of your hatred for me...

That's a mistake.

I'm almost done.

I'm half dead, for christsake.

Jax is the head of the table now.

It's your time.

The guys are turning themselves in today.

They get protection inside?

I don't know.

But I do know this.

Whatever happens, Jax is gonna want you at that table.

He needs you.

Thanks for the lift, man. NERO: No problem.

I gotta make a stop though, take about 15 minutes.

All right, cool.

So how did that go?

As bad as expected.

Damn.

You guys are having a rough run.

Yeah.

How long you been working girls?

A long time.

Just moved indoors though, like, four years ago.

The escort thing not get much heat? Vice, they're always sniffing around...

...but as long as I got my permits in order, I ain't making no noise...

...they pretty much back off.

How's the money?

I take 25 percent in house, 30 for out-calls.

That's after taxes.

That's it? Hey, it don't pay to be greedy.

You know, you got to treat your girls good.

They stay “BMW-

They all got regulars.

Feria, the money, stays steady.

How does your crew work into that?

Oh, they get a piece of my end.

Free pussy.

Keep away the competition.

So I know you guys run guns.

How does that pay out?

Percentages.

And blood.

NERO: Hmm.

[SPEAKS IN SPANISH]

Weapons, man.

That's a lot of heat.

Yeah.

So this whole murder rap, that's what, retaliation blowback?

No, man, stupidity.

Tig, guy lost his daughter, shoots first, thinks later.

Yeah, I got a couple of those guys myself.

You run your crew?

Not anymore.

No upside in management.

OG.

Since I was 15.

Everyone I ran with, though, either dead or permanently residing in the CDC.

You're still standing.

Lucky bust.

I spent my 30s in Chino.

Gave up the needle, picked up some books...

...saw the bigger picture.

And the bigger picture was pussy.

Every picture is pussy, ése.

[LAUGHS]

So I'll be back in a few.

Should I keep the motor running'?

Heh. Not unless you want to pay for gas.

[INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE]

[ATTIKA 7'S "ALL OR NOTHING" PLAYING OVER STEREO]

Why you chatting up Wade?

Just making sure he's okay.

Got hit with a home invasion too.

Hmm. I know.

What's with the notebook? Oh, well, I just--

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Sorry to bother you. Tara's waiting for this. I rushed through a marriage license.

Can you take it up? I'm late for a deposition.

Sure. Thanks.

Didn't know, did you?

No.

NERO: Hey, buddy.

[BOY SPEAKS IN SPANISH]

NERO: Come on, you got it.

What was that? What do you say?

[BOTH SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

[NERO LAUGHS]

[CLAROSCURO'S "UNAMONOS" PLAYING OVER CAR STEREO]

Was that your boy?

Lucious.

He's a badass.

Spina bifida.

He was born with it.

It's only gonna get worse.

I'm sorry. That's rough, man.

What causes that?

Neglect.

I wasn't paying attention during the pregnancy.

My ex was using.

Yeah, my first boy was born with his insides upside down.

Mom was a junkie.

I wasn't paying attention either.

[SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

We got admirers.

Been tailing us since we left my kid.

All right, pull down a side street. I'll dump out. They're after me.

[HORN HONKING]

You gonna slow it down, or do you want me to dive out at 60?

NERO: Hold on, ése.

What are you doing? Seeing what these brothers are made of.

Think they're made of about 2 tons of reinforced steel, brother.

NERO: I gotta admit, part of me is trying to impress you.

No need to impress me, brother, or kill me.

[HORN HONKING]

Come on!

[HORN HONKING]

[NERO WHOOPS]

[LAUGHS]

That was fun.

Sorry, I don't get out much.

How'd it go?

JAX: Good.

We found Tig's kid. Oh.

The guys are getting her someplace safe.

Lowen bring the license? She's on her way. Did you hear from Romeo?

Not yet.

What are you gonna do?

Soon as that judge is done getting his dick sucked...

...I'm gonna marry you.

[BOTH CHUCKLE]

WOMAN [OVER PA]: Dr. Garcia, 9753. Dr. Garcia, 9753.

Portable x-ray to 102. Portable x-ray to 102.

DIRECTOR: Cut. Cut. Take five. MAN 1: I'll check the gate.

MAN 2: Yeah, go ahead. She wants me to take these to Wardrobe.

You okay? LYLA: Yeah.

What are you doing here? I tried calling.

I didn't know that you were shooting. Can I talk to you?

I guess.

I need to talk to you alone.

Why so private?

It's not like she hasn't had your dick in her mouth.

Ouch.

It's about my kids.

I'll use the bathroom.

Glad to see the Saffron sisters are still together.

It's my most lucrative title.

You still just doing girl?

I thought you said this was about your kids.

Yeah.

Look, I was hoping that you'd take care of Ellie and Kenny.

Why? Where are you going?

I gotta leave town for a while.

I don't know how long I'm gonna be gone.

There's 20 grand here.

Should take care of living expenses.

What the hell is going on, Ope?

If you can't, I'll just take them to my mom's.

They love you. Miss Piper a lot.

Jesus, Ope, you can't just spring this on me.

I'm--

I'm sorry.

I know that you're busy.

There's enough money here to hire a nanny and sitters.

I can't tell you much more than that.

I'll explain it all when I get back.

Please, Lyla.

Did you ever love me, Ope?

Or was I just a distraction to get you to the next exit?

You weren't a distraction.

I don't know if I love anything.

[SIGHS]

A few weeks.

Thank you.

JAX: Really? Drinking tequila?

CHIBS: Jackie, Jackie, Jackie.

Hey. What you doing here?

Messenger. Marriage license.

Look, Morn, I didn't plan it like this--

Don't you insult me with an excuse.

Where's Tara?

Will you leave her out of this?

I was the one who told her not to tell anyone.

NERO: Hey, man. Judge Cooper's gotta split soon. We need to do this.

JAX: All right.

Shit.

You looking for me'?

Yeah.

Not how you planned it, is it?

Not being invited to my son's wedding? No, it's not.

I meant Jax marrying me.

You hated the idea 14 years ago.

Life moves on.

We change.

I hate different things now.

Just say it, Gemma.

These were mine and John's.

Figured you didn't have time to get rings.

JAX: You all right? Yeah.

We're gonna lose our John judge. I'm almost ready.

You gotta put distance between us.

Own your place.

I get it.

But there is no one else who understands what you are going through right now...

...better than I do.

You remember that.

Now, I would like to stay and watch you marry my only son.

You okay with that?

Yes.

JUDGE'. Okay, we're here to join in legal matrimony...

...Jackson Nathaniel Teller and Tara Grace Knowles.

You're both here of your own free will, intent on marriage?

TARA: Yes. JAX: Yeah.

Do you, Tara, take Jackson to be your lawfully wedded husband?

I do. And you, Jackson...

...do you take Tara to be your lawfully wedded wife?

Yes, I do.

JUDGE: You have rings?

No. Yes.

You can put them on, if you want.

Gemma.

JUDGE: Anybody want to say anything?

Aye.

JAX: Oh, Jesus.

[TARA CHUCKLING]

CHIBS: Excuse me.

May the Lord hold you in his hand...

...and may he never close his fist too tight.

[SPEAKS IN GAELIC]

I love you both.

Lovely. By the power vested in me by the State of California...

...I now pronounce you husband and wife.

The witnesses need to sign the license and good luck.

MEN: Yeah!

CHIBS: Yeah! Yeah!

[MEN CHEERING]

CHIBS: Oh, happy day!

You okay, mama? CHIBS: Nice!

I'm trying.

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

I'm really happy for you.

Yeah. Hold on.

Jax?

A wedding gift.

JAX: Pope set us up.

There's warrants out for me, Tig and Chibs.

We need protection in county and we gotta make these bullshit charges go away.

Local charges, that's not so easy.

If you want our relationship to keep running smooth...

...you need me alive and out of jail.

Now, don't let that president's patch go to your head, son.

JAX: I am trying to survive.

It ain't easy living on both sides of the fence, jefe.

You should know that.

LUIS: When do you turn yourselves in?

We're on our way now.

That's not much time.

Come on, man, you're CIA. You don't need time.

You keep us alive.

We'll see what we can do.

What happens if we can't get him out?

Let black kill him.

Go to plan B.

We don't have a plan B.

We Will.

You keep in touch with Romeo.

Let Tara know what's going on.

And you keep Clay close.

No problem there. He's all broken, man.

Yeah, I want to keep him that way.

Yes, sir, prez.

[POLICE SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE]

All right, laddies.

Our ride's here.

I love you.

Please stay safe. I will.

Wife.

Don't you worry, sweetheart.

I'll take care of your baby.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

ROOSEVELT: San Joaquin Sheriff. Open up.

You keep my boy safe. You know I will, ma.

[DOOR OPENS]

ROOSEVELT: I have the warrants.

They're ready.

[JACK SAVORETTl'S "SOLDIERS EYES" PLAYING]

Thank you.

Lately I'm been wondering What's been going on

ROOSEVELT: All right, fellas, look alive and cuff them. Let's go.

And every time we get to Where we're entering

I feel my beliefs and hopes Surrendering

[HANDCUFFS CLICKING]

But I know

So you came to say goodbye. Yeah.

Hey! Hey!

OFFICER: Don't move!

I'll be coming home soon

Just don't stand there. Get him out of here!

What the hell is Opie doing?

He's staying close.

Left with nothing else But to keep wandering

And down this path While stopping my hands trembling

Because I know

That I'll be coming home soon

And, yes, I know

That I'll be coming home soon

With a soldier's eyes

With a soldier's eyes

With a soldier's eyes

With a soldier's eyes I've seen inside The devil's dreams where young men die

And graveyards open up their arms For mothers left to cry

Is this you becoming me?

How'd I do?

Not bad.

I'll keep marching on

Because I know

That I'll be coming home soon

And, yes, I know

That I'll be coming home soon

With a soldier's eyes

[KNOCKS ON DOOR]

With a soldier's eyes

With a soldier's eyes

Is this okay?

With a soldier's eyes

Yeah.

Where young men die

And graveyards open up their arms For mothers left to cry

I have seen the bleeding And I hate what we've done

But just like every other fool here I'll keep marching on

Because I know

That I'll be coming home soon

And, yes, I know

That I'll be coming home soon

Sheriffs are picking up the Sons. They'll be in county within the hour.

With a soldier's eyes

With a soldier's eyes

With a soldier's eyes