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Previously on Sons of

Anarchy...

You guys all alone?

Yeah. Yeah, yeah,

yeah. It's just us tonight.

Found the house.

Was the crew there?

One of 'em.

Shotgun hole in the chest.

Jury?

What's up, Bobby?

Gonna need some intel

about those guys who helped us

with the Chinese?

I knew the one guy a

little bit.

Gibby! Name was Gib O'Leary.

Figuring out how he

disappeared should shed some

light.

We're gonna find out

who ratted us out to Lin.

Juice fired shots at

some CHPs.

He went full mute as soon as

they put cuffs on him.

Probably best he's

inside.

Maybe the boy will get his head

straight in there.

Relax. I'm a friend

of Tully's.

I need your help to stop

Marks.

Just having proof that there's a

body on one of his properties is

not gonna be enough of a threat.

But if you sign a statement,

that's gonna be enough to back

Marks off.

We have a cabin.

I'll have my mom come out.

She can help taper you off the

junk.

She's done it with a few of my

guys.

That's what keeps you safe.

Here.

Give this to August.

If he comes with force or

refuses to meet, tell him that

goes to the D.A.

My name's Moses

Cartwright.

I'm the head of Mr. Marks'

security team.

His reply to your request is in

the package.

Tell your CPO I'm

ready to talk.

Fine.

You know, the club

ain't gonna give you shit.

You might as well just kill me.

Due process.

Hey, brother.

Happy and Rat are on their way

back.

Still trying to track down

Tyler.

How could I not see this

coming?

I'm out of my depth here, man.

This is not on you,

Jackie.

How can it not be?

I completely underestimated

August.

He's smarter than I am.

Zero vulnerabilities.

He's got no family.

No one close to him.

It's the perfect move.

He knows how tight the club is.

How much I love my guys.

You can't let this

pull you off track, Jackie.

Those guys downstairs...

they need you focused...

and strong.

Look what I've done,

man.

Diosa...

Colette...

West.

Now Bobby.

Hey.

Bobby knows the risks.

We all do.

And we're all still here.

Some of us.

I can't risk anyone else...

You can't risk not to.

If you cave now, everything

we've done over the past few

weeks...

...all be for nothing.

Why did we start this?

Tara.

Right.

And the brutality that was done

to your family...

...that's not finished.

Marks?

He's just part of this now.

Sons of Anarchy have a duty,

brother.

A mission.

And we need our goddamn leader.

I love you, Filip.

I love you, too,

Jackson.

♪ 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. ♪

Hey.

Montez is up at the cabin with

Gemma.

I got Quinn with Wendy and the

boys.

Yeah.

I put Tacoma with Lyla

in the garage.

Good.

Sorry about Bobby,

man.

Yeah.

So, you talk to Marks?

Just his new commando

leader.

What do we know about

Moses Cartwright?

Ex-military.

Special ops.

Blackwater graduate.

So is his team.

Shit.

That's a serious résumé.

What does August want?

What do you think he

wants?

The dead pastor and his family.

That photo and statement set him

on fire, man.

I never seen him do nothing

like this before.

Moses said for every 24 hours

August has to wait, he's gonna

cut off another part of your

guy.

Means you got until the end of

the day.

Jesus Christ.

We need to find out

where they're holding Bobby.

Already got my guys on

it, scoping out Pope's office

buildings and construction

sites.

What about safe houses?

Pope had a couple outside

Oakland.

Yeah, those got

compromised a while back.

But we'll still check 'em.

All right.

Thank you.

You know, I'm with you

on Marks, Jax.

But I don't know how much longer

I'm gonna be able to keep

playing double agent.

Niners are the only

ones that can get us close

to Marks so we can get Bobby

back.

Yeah, I know, but with

this new kill squad on the

street, they're gonna put it

together that I'm helping you.

There's no half-in,

Tyler.

You want business after Marks,

we do this together or you're on

your own.

All right.

I'll let you know what we

find out.

Jax, we heard

from Coletti.

The bounty hunter with

Bobby's ex.

He's got intel on the guy that

we used for the Chinese in

Selma.

Not today.

Jackie.

There's nothing we can do for

Bobby right now.

Until we hear back from Tyler...

If we track down whoever

ratted us out to Lin, we can

shut another door.

We need to find the

rat, pres.

He could be the one feeding

intel to Marks, too.

This shit should've been

handled already.

All right.

Bring Coletti here.

I'll call him.

Yes, you do that.

Gemma say why she was

there?

Club thing.

She didn't give me any details,

but she did say she was safe and

that Juice didn't say anything

about us helping him.

Yeah, for now.

He requested to talk to me and

the new sheriff.

I'm guessing it's about making

some kind of deal.

Why did Juice shoot at

those cops?

He's playing something

out for Jax.

That's the only reason he

ain't dead.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey, you got more in

the car?

Nah.

No, that's it.

Thank you.

Sure.

Be out front if you need me.

Um, did the school

call here?

I don't know.

I was in the shower.

Why?

I guess something

happened again.

They're sending Abel home.

Oh, shit.

You need a lift?

Uh, no, they said

it's got to be Jax or Gemma.

Legal guardians.

It sounded serious.

Okay.

You mind?

You ever serve?

I already know the answer.

Infantry boot for Grenada.

Never deployed.

Reserves for ten years.

I bring up the combat reference

to make a point.

We're at war, you and me.

The eye?

That's all about expediting

a solution.

I don't know you.

I never will.

But if I have to kill you,

it won't be personal.

It'll be in the service of my

current commander.

Oh, come on, is that

really the line of bullshit you

buy into...

every day?

You look in the mirror,

you tell yourself,

"I'm not a bad guy."

You ain't a soldier.

You're a scumbag with a few

paid skills.

Thug like the rest of us.

You're right.

That's why we grabbed you.

You're the one with brains

and reason.

Teller needs you.

Can't be that smart.

I'm sitting here,

talking to you.

Come on, Munson.

You know how this plays out.

Teller will spin his wheels

for the rest of the day,

trying to track down where

you are.

Then I take off another

body part.

He gets that, it breaks him.

Tells me what I want to know.

You can save him a lot

of remorse,

and yourself any further

debilitation.

We've narrowed it down to four

possible construction sites.

However, it would be a bit

time-consuming and conspicuous

to go bulldozing acres of city

land looking for a body.

Maybe you accidentally put your

cigarette out on the right

location.

We get what we want,

and we can all go home and sleep

in our own beds.

You took my eye out.

I didn't tell you anything.

You think this little

twinkie-dinkie heart-to-heart

will push me your way?

I hope so.

I know how important it is for

members to ride.

I'd hate to see you lose that

clutch hand.

You're right.

This is about war.

And maybe tomorrow,

next month,

maybe ten years from now,

someone wearing a reaper

will cut your heart out.

Give me the location

of the pastor.

And just maybe you'll be the one

holding the knife.

This kid, O'Leary,

where'd you last see him?

Selma.

He helped us with a job.

That makes sense.

That's where his VA checks

were going.

He was a vet?

Yeah, Iraqi Freedom.

Had a few juvie priors before

he enlisted.

He's been MIA a couple weeks.

How about family or

old war buddies?

Nothing on his

friends.

Mom's off the grid.

Renee O'Leary.

She popped up for a marriage

license two years ago.

Her husband, Carl Egan, did a

five-year stretch at Corcoran

for running guns across state

lines.

Arms dealer?

Not to sell.

To distribute for the cause.

One of those militia whack jobs.

He's got a compound

north of Lockeford.

No street address,

just rural roads

and county markers.

These guys, they like to think

they're ghosts,

but they forget

that there's this little thing

called Google Earth.

Watches you piss in the

middle of the night.

This is good work, man.

Thanks.

Thank you.

Can you ask Bobby to

reach out to Precious?

Insurance doesn't cover the

kid's inhalers anymore.

I mean, this helps,

but she asked me to mention it.

Yeah, sure,

we'll let him know.

Appreciate it.

Take care, guys.

All right.

Let's take a ride.

I want you to smoke

this.

Give you a nice little rush.

Keep those deep bends

from hurting.

Yeah.

Now you keep drinking water.

These bananas, too, if you can

stomach 'em.

I got clean sheets out in the

closet in the front room.

Gonna need to change these.

Okay.

Thank you for helping us.

Well, you must be

important to Jax.

Otherwise I wouldn't be here.

You must think

I'm an awful mother.

It's not my place

to judge.

We all fall down.

It's about how we get up.

He's really...

a good man.

Grant.

My son.

That's the hardest thing.

Knowing my weakness has driven

him to violence.

It's not his nature.

That's what we do when

our family needs us.

Things we wouldn't do otherwise.

Well, sometimes

those things are a mistake.

An impulse that just causes

more chaos.

Doesn't matter what

happens.

It's why we did it.

That's what counts.

Wendy's on the

house phone.

Yeah, okay.

Stay focused on what's in front

of you.

Get well.

That's how you help your boy.

Looks quiet.

Too quiet.

Maybe the revolution

took a day off.

Jesus.

What the hell you

shooting for?!

We just want to talk!

About Gib O'Leary!

Hey! We got no beef

with anyone in there!

Whoa.

Guess they don't

feel like talking.

No. What do you want

to do now, Jackie?

Who's this?

Ma?!

Get the hell out of

there!

Denny!

Put it down.

You stupid shithead!

Put it down.

We got five guns pointed at a

kid out here!

All we want to do is talk!

We're not going to hurt anyone!

Let the kid go,

I'll come out!

You ain't exactly earned

my trust yet, bro!

Put the gun down!

Not until you let him

go.

Put down the gun,

Carl.

I'll cut you in your sleep,

old man.

Get over here, Denny.

Sorry, Mom.

You get inside.

This asshole...

...could've gotten us killed.

Go ahead.

Hit him again.

Tig.

Are you Gib's mom?

Yeah.

What the hell is all

this?

Carl is Gibby's

stepdad.

His real dad is a member of your

club.

Called me about a week ago, said

Gib was killed.

Happened on a job, and he had

to get rid of the body.

Keep it quiet.

I didn't get to say good-bye to

my boy.

I couldn't

give him a proper burial.

I was pissed off, and I

threatened to call the cops.

Which... clearly I would

never do.

Figured you guys were

here to keep

me quiet.

Who is his father?

Jury White.

I mean, if you ain't here for

Jury, what do you want to know

about Gib?

He-he was a friend

of mine.

We did boot together.

I've been trying to track him

down.

Oh.

I'm sorry, son.

Yeah, me, too.

Look, will you do me a

favor?

Don't tell Jury we were here.

I'd like to pay my respects

in person.

I never talk to him.

I'm sorry for the hostile

welcoming.

Carl gets a little paranoid.

Yeah, I can see that.

I'm sorry for your loss.

Quick thinking, Rat.

Thanks.

Tyler.

So far, he's coming up empty on

Bobby.

So...

Jury must've been the one

that took Gib's body from

the house,

saw Lin's heroin...

Maybe he put it together.

He's the only other

one who knew where we were

storing the Chinese guns.

Call Jury.

Have him meet us halfway.

Sutter Creek or Pine Grove,

somewhere quiet.

Just him and his VP.

Tell him it's urgent.

Okay.

That I need...

counsel on how to handle

the Triads.

Aye.

What're you gonna do, Jax?

I'm going to find out

if our rat's wearing a reaper.

Come on.

Mrs. Morrow.

It's Teller.

I'm sorry.

Could I speak with you for a

moment?

Um, alone.

We'll be in the car.

All right.

Come on, buddy.

Did you speak

to the head of school?

Mm. Yeah.

And your shrink.

They think the kid needs

evaluating.

Was that your call?

I just report

what I observe.

Some bully got in

his face and he stood up for

himself.

Abel hit the

kid with a metal lunchbox.

It put a gash in his head.

It was unprovoked.

Nothing is unprovoked,

sweetheart.

Look, Abel's a

good kid.

We all know that.

But clearly losing his mom has

affected him deeply.

I don't need a shrink

to tell me that.

Mrs. Teller,

we all want Abel to succeed

here.

You know what I want?

I want teachers and shrinks

and pompous assholes

to stop judging my grandson.

That's the sort

of aggression he learns to

imitate.

Good.

Next time I'll make sure you're

the one he slams with a

lunchbox.

That was Tully's

guy.

Just heard from County.

Juice put shit in motion.

All right, let's go.

Wake up.

My hearing is

tomorrow.

I'll land in Stockton on the

parole violation.

I need you to put me in Ad Seg.

Why?

I need protection.

From who?

It's a long list.

Why'd you go all

cowboy on the CHP yesterday?

I don't like cops.

Give me the deal in writing

before the hearing,

and I'll tell you who killed

Tara Knowles and Eli Roosevelt.

We already know it

was the Chinese.

What you know don't

mean shit.

It's what you can prove.

And you could give us

proof?

Names and the murder

weapon.

Well, you're going to

have to give us some of that

proof to take to the D.A.

Otherwise we're just wasting

our time here.

Chris Dun.

One of Lin's guys.

There were two of them that did

the murders.

I'll give you the other name and

the location of the weapon

once I have my deal.

I'm going to need a

few days to put this...

You have until

tomorrow morning.

What the hell was

that about?

He gives up names for isolation?

No plea, no reduced sentence?

This is the MC.

Juice betrayed the club.

He was a dead man.

Jax let him live because he

needs him in Ad Seg.

Henry Lin is in Stockton.

They have him in segregation?

I'm sure they do,

yeah.

That's what they're

using Juice for.

To get to Lin.

Pay for his sins.

He kills the Chink, buys his way

back into SAMCRO.

I'll see if I can

pull a sheet on Dun.

If we can get Gemma to ID him

as one of the guys she saw

leaving the house, I have to

make the deal, Wayne.

Put Juice in Ad Seg.

I can give the DOC a heads up,

but we have to put Charming

first.

Do you think he really knows

who killed Tara and Eli?

Yeah.

I do.

I'll reach out to

Patterson.

You coming?

Oh, yeah.

Uh, I'm going to go

change and get back to the

cabin.

I can have Quinn take me up

there if you want to stay here.

No, I'll take you.

Thank you.

I'm going to go check

on Thomas.

You hungry, baby?

Can I have some milk?

I got it.

Yeah?

Oh, shit.

Gemma.

Thomas.

Gemma.

Hey, what's going on?

You guys okay?

Jesus Christ.

Where the hell's the

baby?

I don't know.

What's the matter?

Uh, nothing, buddy.

Why don't you just go into the

kitchen.

I want to go in my

room.

No, no, no, not now,

Abel, not now.

Hey, you guys here?

Gem?

Wendy?

What...

Oh.

What's-What's going

on?

Okay, okay, come on.

Come on, let's go.

Come on.

Hey.

Oh.

They killed my birds.

Patterson's gonna

put Juice in Ad Seg for 48

hours.

When Gemma corroborates, she'll

make a deal.

Give him protection for the

length of his sentence.

You give the DOC a

heads up?

Patterson will.

Mm, yeah.

Okay.

This could close out

the murder you joined up to

solve, Wayne.

I know.

Something don't fit.

Gemma and Juice.

There's a piece missing.

Maybe you're too

close.

Maybe.

I hope you stay on

here after we shut the book on

this.

I like having you on my team.

You're a good cop.

Thanks.

It's not like I got a lot of

hobbies.

Other than, uh, wai... waiting

to die.

Listen, I'm, uh...

I'm gonna go check on Eglee.

See if there's anything she

needs.

Jax.

Gaines.

Long time, brother.

Chibs, how you doing?

All right, good to see you.

Good to see you, too.

Jury, how are you, brother?

Any word on Bobby?

Not yet.

Diosa, West and now

Bobby.

Shit's coming apart in Charming.

We've had some setbacks.

What's so urgent with

the Triads?

This isn't about the

Triads.

Someone gave us up to Lin.

Gave up the location of our

Chinese guns.

That's why West was killed.

Our girls slaughtered.

Someone?

You were the only other

one who knew the location of

that warehouse.

You better have all

your facts before you throw that

kind of accusation at me.

I know Gib O'Leary was

your son.

You should've come to us.

I didn't know you were

gonna kill two innocent men.

That shotgun you used?

The same one I used during the

Chinese firefight.

Mm-hmm.

I didn't raise Gib.

I only saw him twice in 20

years.

He looked me up when he got back

from Iraq.

We were just getting to know

each other.

None of my guys knew he was my

son.

And I didn't say anything about

finding him dead.

You should've told me.

Ratting us out to the Chinese...

It only made things worse.

I wanted you dead,

Jackson.

But I'm no rat.

I didn't tell Lin shit.

I don't believe that.

So what now?

You gonna gun me down without a

mayhem vote?

Is that who you are now?

Don't try to put this on

me, Jury.

You're the one who betrayed the

patch.

Wait.

You had the chance to

be something good for this club.

Something your old man always

wanted.

But you turned into everything

he hated.

You became the poison.

The reason he checked out.

Checked out of what?

I was the only one JT

trusted at the end.

You weren't even a

member of the club back then.

That's why.

I knew the life, but I didn't

wear his patch.

I was just a friend.

A safe ear.

So what did he tell you?

John couldn't live with

what the club had become.

But he also couldn't bring

himself to take it down.

Take it down how?

He wrote some kind of

book.

I never read it.

But whatever was in it, if it

would have gotten out...

would've destroyed the Sons

and tore apart his family.

What do you think happened to

your old man that day?

Out on 580?

Clay sabotaged his bike.

Yeah, we heard those

rumors.

But there was one thing that

didn't hook up for me.

That Panhead was an extension of

John... he would've known if

anything was wrong with it the

second he kicked it over.

Meaning what?

You think my old man ran into

that semi on purpose?

I don't know.

Maybe it was his sacrifice.

A way of letting his club and

family survive.

My old man didn't kill

himself.

It doesn't matter.

As long as he ain't here to see

what SAMCRO did to you.

Hey, hey, hey.

Hey.

What the hell did you

do?!

Jury admitted he was the

one who ratted us to the

Chinese.

I hit him, he went for his gun.

Jesus Christ.

The Chinese?

What are you talking about?!

Fill him in.

Fill me in?

You just killed my president.

You can't walk away from this!

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Easy, easy, easy.

There's history here,

understand?

Jax, it's Quinn.

Something happened at Gemma's.

This shit is gonna

vibrate throughout the whole

organization!

Your boy's out of control!

And he's going down.

Hey, hey!

My boy ain't going anywhere.

You understand?

Do you understand?

Chibs.

Chibs!

We got to go... now.

Come on.

Now!

What you making there,

sweetheart?

You want to tell Grandma what

happened today?

Why'd you hit that kid?

I don't like him.

Did he hit you?

Tease you?

I don't know.

You know you hurt him

real bad, Abel.

Did you know that?

It was a accident.

Do you understand what

an accident is?

Do you?

Hey, buddy.

I heard you had a rough day.

I'll be back in a minute, all

right?

Stay with Grandma.

Jesus Christ.

They had to get in

when, uh, we went to get Abel.

Quinn was out with Brooke.

I guess they must have been

watching the house.

Yeah.

Could you give me a minute with

my guys?

Yeah, okay.

I'm staying here tonight.

Can have a few of my guys, uh,

sit out front if you need Quinn.

Thanks.

What do we do about

Bobby?

We're running out of

time, Jackie.

Yeah, I know.

All right, call Tyler.

Have him set up a meet with

Moses.

I'll give him the body and the

statement.

But I am not handing over the

mother and kid for August to

kill.

Aye.

Let's go, guys. Come on.

Still haven't heard a

word from your crew.

You sure there's nothing you

want to tell us?

Yeah.

Suck my big white dick.

Good for you.

You got balls.

Most guys would've caved by now.

We got a call.

Teller finally reached

out.

Unfortunately...

he made the mistake of thinking

the terms were negotiable.

Tyler got a hold of

Moses.

Gave him your offer.

Hasn't got back to him yet.

Maybe he's got to track down

Marks himself.

Anything you need to tell me

about what went down with Jury?

Nothing you don't know.

We have to be careful

with this, brother.

This Redwood war...

it's making some of the other

charters a wee bit nervous.

Beginning to impact our

relationships with some of our

friends in the northwest.

This morning you told me

I needed to stay on point.

That's what I did.

Jury is part of this now, too.

I know.

But the way it went down,

Jackie...

there's gonna be questions...

about the rights and the wrongs

of the whole thing.

It was self-defense.

Aye.

But to Indian Hills...

it looked more like murder.

What did it look like to

you?

It looked like a very

complicated situation.

I'm just saying we should get

ready for the heat that this may

bring.

I'm ready.

Aye?

Yeah.

I offered it to Jax,

but I don't think the MC can

cover it.

So I found another buyer.

So, yeah, I'm-I'm selling my

piece of Diosa.

Wow. That's great.

Yeah.

My uncle said I can move down

there whenever I want.

Don't even have to wait for the

escrow to clear.

So when are you going?

As soon as I can clean

up things in Stockton.

I got to figure out some things

for Lucius.

Like... how to get him some help

down there.

Well, I can make some

calls.

I know a lot of OT people.

Yeah?

Yeah.

That'd be great.

Does Gemma know?

Yeah.

I could use some help with that,

too.

Listen, I want... I want her,

you and the boys to come down

there.

There's plenty of room.

Lucius would love to have other

kids around him.

God, Jax and Gemma

will never let Abel and Thomas

leave.

After today, how could

they let 'em stay?

From Moses.