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Is Tara divorcing me?

- And taking my sons?
- Yes.

- The pregnancy, was it a lie?
- Tara was just trying to...

Get out!

- I'm sorry.
- You are not sorry.

Do you know why you're not capable of
being a mother? Because you're a coward.

- What is that supposed to mean?
- Means you're a stupid, weak junkie.

Galen let me know the offer for
me to be the distributor's on the table.

They wanna spring me.

Take down the transport's bringing
me to my hearing in two weeks.

Clay's trial has been moved up.
They're transporting him tomorrow.

Complicates our plan.
Gonna need some help.

We're not part of taking
down that transport.

We both need this to happen.

Moves guns forward for
us, puts them behind you.

I'm here to make you an offer.

Galen O'Shay. I will deliver him with
a shipment of guns. Open and shut.

- What's in it for you?
- Immunity.

For the MC, for all gun charges.

Wendy.

Looks like she was trying
to get herself in rehab.

Wayne, pack her a bag.

- Where are we going?
- Home, sweetheart.

I want your deal.

I'm sorry, that deal's
no longer on the table.

There are other things pending.

If you fear for the safety of
you and your boys, I can help.

No, you can't.

Come here. Good boy.

Yeah.

Should we go check on Abel?

Let's go check on Abel.

Where is he?

Work.

Can you please wait
outside so I can feed my son.

Sure.

When I drop them
off at day care...

who do you watch then?

You. But no day care.

Jax doesn't want them
at St. Thomas anymore.

This is the immunity agreement, it covers
everyone in or associated with the MC.

And Tara's deal. As promised.

No jail time.

Now, they're both
signed and approved.

They don't get executed until you
deliver Galen O'Shay and the guns.

There's an old maintenance warehouse
on the west end docks, Kilmer Pier.

- They closed it down a few years back.
- I know it.

That's the drop.

Galen will be there with the
guns sometime between 11 and 1.

With how many people?

Ten, maybe a dozen guys.

They're gonna be cautious
and very well armed.

Okay.

We'll talk after it's done.

You handle this
with the sheriffs?

Or you bringing
in Feds and local?

That's none of your concern.

Think that helped?

I don't know.

Least I'll know I tried.

Yeah, you did.

How's she doing?

Well, she's asleep now.

You know, all this stuff you're
doing for her, great. Great.

Mama.

Wendy's got to get
herself into a rehab.

I know.

I'll make the calls.

We have rough
history, me and her.

I was just trying help
her more than hurt her.

For a change.

Hey, you think any of this mercy might
ever be able to spill over into Tara's cup?

She's the mother of
your grandson, Gem.

Come on, that shit ain't
never gonna change.

I can't go there.

See, that deep... I get it.

I know it.

My ex, that bitch was shooting
junk the whole time she was pregnant.

And the pain that
Lucius has to live with...

that's on her.

Okay, and I can chew
that hate that I feel for her.

She's dead.

You're not.

Yeah, but I'm the one that's
still gotta live with all that shit.

Because I never made it
right when she was alive.

I can't forgive her, Nero.

Not now.

Okay.

- Uncle T.
- Hey there, little monster.

Hey.

I have to go meet my new lawyer.
Would you mind watching them for a bit?

Apparently I'm not allowed to
take them to day care anymore.

Yeah. Of course.

Oh, boy. You're getting heavy.

Where's Gemma?

She ain't here yet.

Okay.

Thank you.

- Come with me, big boy.
- Hey, Tara.

I'm sorry the way
all this went down.

I know your heart
was in the right place.

Unfortunately, where my
heart is matters very little.

She seems really sad.

Lot of that going around.

It's not gonna get
any better, is it?

Not today, Chucky.

Lowen brought me up to speed on
everything, both on and off the record.

Good.

If there's anything that
maybe she didn't know

about, now would be
a good time to tell me.

No.

Okay.

I'm prepared to execute the
divorce and custody paperwork.

But you need to understand
the risk here, Dr. Knowles.

These transcripts about your husband, if
we use them to get custody of your boys...

he'll have the right
to tell his side of it.

Makes it public record.

The DA can use that
in the Pamela Toric trial.

What does that do?

The biggest part of our
defense is your credibility.

If the DA finds out about
the doubts regarding

the miscarriage, they'll
dig in to get the truth.

If what they find comes
back unfavorable...

I lose my defense.

So I have to choose?

My boys or my freedom?

There's no guarantee of either, but,
essentially, yes, I guess that's true.

Gentlemen.

- These for us?
- Aye.

I'm just making sure
they're untraceable.

- Just make sure they run.
- They do.

Even filled the tanks.

- Tig, check them.
- Yeah, you got it.

Montez, West.

- Where's Galen?
- He's meeting us at the hangar.

That's where we're
storing the guns for Clay.

Galen bringing the
shipment with him?

After the take down, me
and Hugh go to the barn...

we'll pick it up, we'll
meet you at the hangar.

Is he all you got?

I'm all you need.

We got Neil positioned
outside the prison.

He's our eyes on the road.

So how we doing this?

I'll walk you through it.

- Tig.
- Tiggy.

Stay. You guys,
go help them out.

We know the route,
the crew and the trucks.

It'll be clean, fast and easy.

We're gonna need .50 cals?

We have to smash through
some bulletproof glass.

Is that the fast or easy part?

- I've done this before, lads.
- You have?

Aye. Twice.

Local cage in Armagh.

Then you sprung Harper
from, where was it, Magilligan?

Aye. Clay'll be loading
up in about an hour.

His transport will run through
the east end, on to Fremont.

Neil will confirm
when it leaves.

Clay will be in an iron wagon.

With a lead and follow car.

Six to eight men. Heavily armed.

We're in four different
delivery trucks.

Different colors, different
jobs. Two men in each.

Point A is here, access
road off of Fremont.

We park and we wait.

Lot of trucks are coming and going
so it'll look like business as usual.

When we get the
call on the approach...

we enter Fremont
at point B, here.

We'll have a clear sightline of the
traffic, both north, south, wide open.

Do you got it?

Give it an hour or so,
then head back to TM.

- You got it, brother.
- Yeah, we'll keep them entertained.

- You ready?
- Yeah.

Ready.

Why are we pink?

Come on, Tiggy, you love pink.

All right, we got four of them. Teller's
not there, but I recognize two of them.

- It's Samcro.
- Looks like it's real.

All units, we have
confirmation, stand by, over.

Irish aren't gonna go
down without a fight.

We've got three tacticals ready to
close in. If they resist, they're fools.

How do you think this goes down?

Forty sheriffs, dozen
Irish soldiers, lots of guns.

Only one way it can go down.

Look at my hard-working boys.

Tara had a lawyer thing.

Yeah, I know. Rat called me.

Miller.

How's Wendy?

She's hurting.

Nero's keeping an eye on her.

Thinking I'm gonna
take the boys over there.

Might do her some
good to see Abel.

Not sure how good it'll do Abel.

Hey. He's gonna find out sooner
or later who is mom really is.

So's he.

Yeah.

I guess that's true.

Me helping Tara, you do
know it was all about them.

I know.

Which is still the case.

If Tara gets off, all this
shit that's gone down...

she's still their mom.

What does that look like?

That's Jax's call.

And if she goes away,
what happens to them?

And don't give me all that
club and family rhetoric.

I'm talking about the
day to day of it, Gemma.

- Who takes care of them?
- I do.

Really?

You think you're up to that?

You saying I'm too old?

I'm saying being a grandma and
being a mom are two different jobs.

I'm aware of the burden, Wayne.

Come here, baby. There we go.

What about the burden on them?

Opie, Half-Sack, Phil.

They're all somebody's sons.

If their mothers had
a chance to do it over

again, lead them in
a different direction.

There are no second
chances, Wayne.

We get one shot at
loving and raising our kids.

I'm gonna do this right.

I have no doubt that you
could raise these boys.

I know how much you love them.

But you got to realize this
isn't 1967 anymore, sweetheart.

This life, it ain't
romantic or free.

There's no path to
anything that makes sense.

It's just dirty and sad.

And we both know it's
only gonna get worse.

I'm going to get Abel.

Hey.

If you really don't want these boys
here, why are you still helping me?

For the same reason
I find myself still here.

No matter what the
upset or damage.

Because I love you.

I'm in love with you.

Hey, Juice.

- You here?
- Yeah.

I'm not having a breakdown, man.

I didn't think you were.

Chibs and some of the other
guys, I know they're worried.

Should they be?

No.

Just feels different.

I feel different.

Yeah, I get that.

I gotta feel like I'm doing
something right, Jax.

Not like "right or
wrong" kind of right.

- But, I gotta feel like I'm...
- Like you're one of the good guys.

Yeah.

I used to know how
to find some of that.

You still can.

- Yeah.
- Neil called.

Only one chaser. Five total.

- Come on, let's go.
- Okay.

That was Connor.
They're en route.

Transport, only one
follow vehicle. Five guys.

Cool.

Here we go.

After this, brother, it's all
white hats and tight pussy.

Yeah.

There they are.

- Follow and a transport.
- Let's do this.

- Come on, baby, let's do it.
- Isuddenly feel the need for speed.

Do it.

Holy shit, they got hit.

Code 3. Our follow vehicle
has been in a collision.

We have an 1199 in progress. Requesting
immediate backup. Officers down.

They're still breathing. There's
Connor. Let's go, let's go.

Move it, move it.

It's an ambush. What do we do?

- You want my advice?
- Shut up, asshole.

Follow protocol,
Jenkins, and drive.

Shut the door.

Let's move it.
Let's go. Go, go, go.

Hold on, brother.

- Shit.
- This is 040. We are under attack.

This is an all-units call. We
need everybody at our 20 now.

Let him out. No one gets hurt.

- Who the hell are they, Morrow?
- Angels sent by the god of justice.

Well, I got news for you,
shithead. This thing's a tank.

Guns on the hood, now. Open
the door. Give me your keys now.

Here.

Take it. Get out. Get out.

All right, all right, I'm out.

- Where the hell are the Irish?
- In Ireland.

Hey, they're leaving. The MC,
they're headed out empty handed.

We just got an
all units request.

Someone's taking down a
prisoner transport on East Fremont.

- Who's the prisoner?
- Clay Morrow.

- We need to move out, let's go.
- All right, you heard him.

Pulling our resources
to the other side of town.

- Son of a bitch.
- Yeah.

All right, let's go.

- Come on, move.
- Come on, come on.

Back it up, move
it, come on, let's go.

Shit.

Hayes.

Shit.

How bad is it?

Well, the vest took one.

But his shoulder's bad.

This is way beyond me, brother.

- You okay?
- Yeah.

Clay, wardrobe upgrade.

I'm sorry.

- That cop was gonna keep shooting.
- I know.

Just head to the airstrip.

You can't get that close to the stove
right now, okay? You have to be careful.

Who's at the door?

- Hi.
- Hey.

- Come on in.
- Mommy.

Hey. What you
doing there, buddy?

Making lunch for
Wendy. She's sick.

That's nice of you.

Abel, maybe you're gonna grow up
and be a doctor like your mom someday.

Hello.

Yeah, she just walked
in. What's the matter?

Thanks for looking after them.

Let's put on your shoes. We're
gonna go home, now, buddy.

Hey, I'll get your shoes,
come on. Come on over here.

- Join us for lunch.
- No, thanks.

What's Wendy doing here?

Well, we couldn't get
her into rehab until next

week so we're looking
out for her till then.

Might be a good idea for a
doctor to take a look at her.

Yeah, you should get one.

I don't have
license to practice.

Doesn't matter. That was Jax,
he's been trying to get a hold of you.

Come here, darling. I want you to go on and
get your new books out of grandma's room.

You can show Mom. Go on.

- Bobby's been shot. It's bad.
- What happened?

I'll tell you on the way over.

Come on. We gotta go.

So, what, we just pretend nothing
happened and I'm mob doctor again?

Well, I'm willing to pretend
if it's gonna save his life.

Bobby's gonna die.

Jesus Christ. All right.

I need to go by my
house and pick up my bag.

Hey, I got them. Give me.

Come on, bub.

All right. I'll be
back in a little bit,

baby. Wayne's gonna
look after you guys, okay?

I'm sorry.

Hey, where's my lunch?

I thought you were making
macaroni and cheese.

Come on. Let's go do this.

Copy that, they're in position.

Trucks weren't registered.

No VIN numbers.

We're still canvassing the area looking for
wits, cameras, anything that we can find.

What did Jenkins have to say?

Eight to 10 masked
males. Assault weapons.

They got away in two trucks.

Hayes got off a few shots into one
of them as they were driving away.

Before they ran him over.

We alerted the
hospitals in the area.

Do you want me
to round up the MC?

Not yet.

I need to re-evaluate
my options.

All right.

How's it look?

I stopped the
bleeding. But it's bad.

All right, Tara
will be here soon.

- Stay with Bobby.
- You got it.

Thank you, brother.

For today.

He's ready for you.

Gentlemen.

Thank you, Galen.

The gratitude is mine, friend.

We have a lot of
work to do, you and I.

Good job, Jackson.

Jesus Christ.

We had a vote.

Decided this had to happen.

Tara and Gemma.

Let them in.

Shut the door.

How is this gonna play out
with Nero, Gemma and Tara?

Same way.

Get an ETA on Connor.

Aye.

Bobby's in the truck.

Oh, Jesus.

Yeah, I need some help.

Juice.

- Help Tara.
- Yeah.

Thank you.

- Is everybody else okay?
- Yeah.

Gemma.

Didn't think I'd
see you this soon.

Guess I'm just lucky.

They carting you off to Belfast?

I don't think so.

I thought that was the plan.

I think there's another plan.

I'm glad you're not alone, Gem.

Gemma tell you?

Coming home.

Now you know
everything, brother.

I wish I didn't.

This is your way of
getting out of guns?

Taking down a prison
transport, killing a sheriff?

Because this shit is
all over the news, mano.

It's more than that.

More? Really?

I don't know if I can
take much more, Jax.

What do you think?

It's serious. I
need surgical tools.

That slug's in deep.

There's some shards of glass
that are really close to the nerve.

We have to stabilize
him. I can't do it here.

We'll take him to the cabin.

Okay. I need to go by St.
Thomas and get some supplies.

Connor's 15 minutes out.

So, what happens now, pres?

We settle with the Irish.

And how do we do that
with three dead bodies?

How would you do it?

Well...

I mean, smart plan would be
to blame it on a bad relationship.

You know, two guys with
some history get into a beef.

One thing leads to another.

Couldn't be helped.

Sounds about right.

So I guess you had
another vote I wasn't privy to.

Yeah, we did.

This time, it was unanimous.

Fair enough.

Let's go.

This good?

Yeah.

You okay?

Yeah.

I'll take her to St. Thomas,
get what she needs.

Take her up to the cabin.

Thanks.

Now I know what
you meant by "more."

I'm glad you were here.

What went down today was us burying
the last piece of a very broken past.

What you and me
are doing together...

that's Samcro's future.

I'll see you up there.

Thank you.

You sure you don't need us here?

No. Get Bobby up to the cabin.

I'll meet you up there.

Connor will be here
any minute, brother.

Yeah.

That shit with Clay.

I didn't know.

They voted that?

Yeah.

A few months ago,
Clay killed Piney Winston.

One of the original members.

Then he ordered
the cartel to kill me.

Because I knew what
he did to John Teller.

Jax stopped them, but that's
how my hand got crushed.

Ruined my career.

Jesus.

Clay Morrow should've
been dead a long time ago.

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

I hated him so much.

- Hello.
- Dr. Knowles, Tyne Patterson.

- I need to speak with you.
- About what?

The Sons of Anarchy. Can
you meet me at my office?

No.

Your office, then.
At the hospital.

- Okay.
- I'm on my way.

- That Jax?
- No.

Lawyers.

Sorry, I know that's probably...

You okay?

Yeah.

Thanks.

- Yeah?
- Go.

Looks good, Jackie.

Yeah?

Come on. Pull it in here.

Stop.

Where's all your men?

Took Bobby to get patched up.

- He gonna make it?
- Aye.

Think so.

Galen in the office?

- Yeah.
- You need help unloading the guns?

- Appreciate it.
- Yeah, sure.

Mother of Christ.

Oh, Jesus.

Easy, brother.

Let me tell you
what happened here.

Clay and Galen had
some kind of side deal.

It went bad. They
started arguing.

Clay shot Galen.

Your men ran in,
Clay dropped them too.

When he turned on us, we
had no choice, we killed him.

- What the hell did you do?
- We did what we had to.

We killed the man
that killed your men.

That's what you're
gonna tell the Kings.

- Did you murder them all?
- You're not listening to what I'm saying.

I am giving you
the truth you need.

The only story that
protects both of us.

Any other truth, you
look like a failure.

Clay was keeping
our gun business alive.

That still happens.

You tell Roarke
and the others...

that August Marks is their
only option in Northern Cali.

The Chinese are gonna jump on the market if
the IRA wait to find another distributer.

It's work with
black, or lose it all.

You played me, you
bastard, didn't you?

If I did, I played you right
into the number one slot.

It's up to you whether
you wanna stay there.

You're a smart,
decent guy, Connor.

We both know this had to happen.

It was gonna be you and
me lying on the floor if it didn't.

They earned that blood.

So let's move past it.

So we can both go
home to our families.

The Kings will wanna
know your side of the story.

Whatever you need.

And what if they don't
believe us? Then what?

Then we swear on a
stack of Catholic bibles.

I'll call Belfast
in the morning.

Good.

We're gonna need to leave
the KG-9's here with the bodies.

Take the rest of the guns, store
them in the beverage warehouse.

Why?

I need to deal with
a local problem.

I'll cover the cost of the guns.

I'll be back as soon as I can.

That was rough, mama. I'm sorry.

I don't know why
I'm so goddamn sad.

Hey, good or bad, Clay
was a huge piece of your life.

You know?

It's gonna take a minute.

He's not worth a minute.

Okay.

Where are you at with the club?

Shouldn't I be asking?

Godfather paradox.

More distance I try to create...

the closer I get.

Jax loves you, Nero.

I see how he looks at you.

- How he listens to you.
- Yeah, well...

a little too old to adopt.

You can always marry me.

No offense, mama.

I've seen what happens
to your husbands.

It ain't pretty.

No.

It's not.

I'm so glad you're in our lives.

Yeah.

Me too.

Thank you for coming.

- What do you want?
- Can you tell us where you were today?

Why?

Clay Morrow didn't make
it to the county courthouse.

His transport was ambushed,
eight or nine unknown assailants.

They killed one of our sheriffs,
injured three, two critically.

I heard. I'm sorry.

Those other complications I
had pending are now off the table.

Which means I've decided
to take you up on your offer.

In exchange for your
cooperation against the MC...

you'll get immunity from
Pamela Toric's murder.

What about my boys?

And protection.

If you want Witness
Protection, it'll mean using RICO.

You'll have to provide
us with a federal crime.

- Gunrunning, extortion, murder.
- Just tell us who broke out Clay.

- What would I have to do?
- Provide us with irrefutable evidence.

If I...

pulled a bullet out of a club
member from today's shooting...

A sheriff's bullet.

It would have DNA on it.

Would that be proof?

With your testimony, yes, that would
put the member at the crime scene.

Prove the Sons were responsible.

I'm gonna need more time.

- How much time?
- At least until tomorrow.

You only have one
chance at this, doctor.

I have to go. Gemma's
waiting outside.

So, what do think?

I think she's in for
a very long night.

Do you want me to tail her?

No. We don't
wanna put her at risk.

I'll call up the DOJ, dig in
about getting her Wit-Sec.

Galt division just followed
up on an anonymous tip.

Found four dead bodies and six
cases of KG-9's in a hangar off 104.

Two of the DB's: Clay
Morrow and Galen O'Shay.

Looks like it's gonna be
a long night for everybody.

That was beautiful, doc.

Just one more little piece and
he should be out of the woods.

"Where was her
white frilled cap?

And her gown and petticoat?

And how small she had
grown and how brown.

And covered with prickles.

Why Mrs. Tiggywinkle
was nothing but a..."

Hedgehog.

- Yeah, that's right.
- Hedgehog.

"But then how could she have
found three clean pocket handkins?"

Why don't we finish
this one and this one?

Oh, sorry.

Hey.

Didn't mean to
disturb your story time.

Here you go.

I'll check on Wendy one more
time, and then I'm gonna split.

Okay.

Thank you, Wayne.

Yeah. Good night.

Hey, babe.

Hey.

Welcome back.

Tell the doc, not me.

Teller kept his promise.

Gave you Galen and the guns.

No, he didn't.

The deal I made didn't
include a stack of dead bodies.

I know you didn't
have to help us today.

Thank you.

I'm just glad he's
gonna be okay.

I understand...

why you did everything you did.

I'm sorry being with me
took you to that place.