Sons of Anarchy s02e10 Episode Script


Yeah? What's up, man? Thank you.
Nomad president.
All right.
No, thanks.
Quinn accepted Jax.
He's waiting on our answer.
- Is he really going through with this? - Yep.
I didn't strike the goddamn match.
- Maybe that's the case you make to Jax.
- Lf he believes I'd burn down Caracara I got no reason to keep him around.
Need a full table.
Vote's gotta be unanimous.
Jesus Christ.
- What do you want? - No one's heard from you in weeks.
- So? - So I'm making sure you're not dead.
- Well, am I? - You smell like shit.
When's the last time you took a shower? You really come all the way up here to give me hygiene tips, did you? I got news.
I wanted you to hear it from me.
I think it's best I go Nomad.
I gave you John's book so you'd make things right.
- And you gave me your word.
- I'm trying, Piney.
Did you read it? A long time ago.
Yeah, well, it's not exactly a how-to manual.
It's half angry manifesto, half MC love letter.
I'm trying to read between the lines here see the path.
- Your father saw this coming.
Saw the feds, the Irish.
Guys like Zobelle.
And he knew we were gonna die bloody.
We're not gonna die bloody.
We will.
If you give up.
If I don't get away from Clay now one of us is gonna end up dead.
And we both know who that should be.
Don't we? Look, if you're not number two when Clay's hands freeze up who becomes leader then? I mean, Tig? Ha, Bobby? You wanna, uh, trust your father's legacy to those two clowns? Hey.
This is just a detour on a very long road.
I don't have a long road.
Now, you think about this move, son.
Because it's just a reaction.
It's not a solution.
I guess you told him.
- Yeah.
- I can't wrap my head around it either.
- You called me on it months ago, man.
When it comes to Clay, I'm not sure anything I do is for the good of the club.
He's your father, Jax.
My father died on 580, 16 years ago.
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 - I got Quinn's letter of acceptance.
- Not now, bro.
I'm free! Jackie boy.
Put it on.
- Clearly there's been some brain damage.
- You wish.
Pretty sure he was this stupid before he got here.
- How you doing? - I'm all right.
What's going on with Zobelle? It's complicated, man.
Got the feds in town.
Us going to county - He's gotta go away.
- I know.
We'll settle the score.
- Just get you home first, brother.
Hey, hey.
Thank you.
- See you later.
- Okay.
Trouble down below? I don't know.
I think the swelling's getting worse.
Oh, I got a perfect cure for that.
Let's go to Caracara, get ourselves a couple of lovelies each.
- Warehouse burned down, man.
- When? - Who? - We don't know yet.
Jax thinks Clay did it to kill the porno biz.
Why the hell would Clay try to kill porn? I don't know.
He wants us focused on guns.
Jesus Christ.
That's why Jax is talking Nomad.
Nomad? - Make a left.
- Why? Make a left.
- Where they going? - Shit, I got this.
Meet me back at the clubhouse.
Chibs, what the hell are we doing here? Oh, Chibs.
Jesus! What the hell's the matter with you? Chibs, wait, wait.
- Explain to me.
Explain what? Why you Mick bastards are selling guns to the piece of shit that blew me up? - Should we go in? Christ, man.
The feds were all over you.
What was I to do? That's not the answer I'm looking for.
Let him go, Chibs.
Put the gun down.
Careful, brother.
You'll pop your sutures.
Got every right to blow his head off.
Things went sideways when McKeavy died.
I should've been stateside to handle that transition.
Well, it was too late.
Sons have got a new pipeline.
No, they don't.
- How are you, Jackson? - Been better, Jimmy.
Chibs, come on.
Let's get out of here.
You are not my VP anymore.
Prospect, let's roll.
Time to press the Scot.
Put eyes on him.
I'll give the prince one last chance.
Iron man.
Jax going Nomad.
Caracara burning down.
- Anything else that I don't know? - We were gonna let you heal.
Well, I'm all better now.
Let's save it for the table, boys.
- Welcome home, baby.
Hi, darling.
My guardian angel.
I've got a repo run.
Sack, let's go.
Chibs, catch you up.
Come on.
You tell her or I will.
What's up? Text was vague.
- You got a warrant? - You see me searching? I got nothing to say to you.
Hey, what's happening, little man? - Where's Neeta? - I sent her out for groceries.
Look at you two.
- Ozzie and Harriet.
- Oh, shut up.
Get out, now.
I was just curious, Jax.
I just wanted to know why you were leaving Samcro.
Give me a minute.
I'm sorry, I, uh I thought old ladies were privy.
Has she got issues with the extra-curricular? - Just say it.
Same pitch.
The Irish screwed you, so you screw them back.
More importantly, you screw Ethan Zobelle.
You even the score, you protect the MC.
Same response.
I don't rat.
Sons are living in grace, sweetheart.
You're not my target now.
But if you don't help me, I will come after you.
Is Tara a legal guardian? Because I would really hate to see that perfect boy end up in the system.
You're so full of shit.
Oh, you know, I, uh I do wanna thank you for confirming a suspicion of mine, though.
Agent Kohn.
ATF always assumed that he went AWOL.
But, uh, I never believed that, though.
We both know that he's more than missing.
He's wherever he's supposed to be.
Well, when I'm done burying the Irish I'll just go digging into Charming maybe find me a shallow grave, hmm? And I always thought that you were too damn pretty to be a killer.
Wish I could say the same.
You okay? What was she talking about? I'm joining the Nomad charter of the Sons.
It means I'm still a member of the MC.
Just not attached to any one town.
- Leave Charming? - No.
The rest of the Nomads are spread out north.
I attend church at different places, put a few more miles on my bike.
I gotta do this, Tara.
I need space between me and Clay.
How do you fix Samcro if you're not a part of it? I can't do what I need to do with this guy in place.
I ride independently for a few years, wait for him to step down.
A few years? We've barely made it through the last few months.
You made this decision without me.
It's the right thing.
If it's the right thing, then why were you afraid to tell me? You're gonna be late for work.
I'll wait for Neeta.
- No.
Just doing our jobs, ma'am.
Son of a bitch.
I need my truck.
Really? - All my beads are in there.
They're very rare, I'm a bead weaver.
It's how I make money.
Contact the finance company.
- Please.
- Sorry.
Listen, you and Bobby got all that fishing gear yesterday, I got dibs on this shit.
- You gonna start weaving beads? - Maybe.
Did a lot of macramé in Iraq.
Holy shit.
Clay? Tig? - Bullets.
We hauled it from the Wahewa land.
I don't know too many hunters using nine mil for deer.
Nationwide ammo shortage? Pick up the porn slack, we get a hold of this supply.
We should talk to the squaw.
Is he supposed to be driving? Goddamn.
What? Jax says he's joining the Nomad charter.
- Needs to get away from Clay.
- Jesus Christ.
Shit that's been going on around here, maybe it's a good solution.
No, it's not.
Nomad is Nomad is MC purgatory.
- No family, no roots.
- He seems convinced it's the best thing.
He's so deep in his hate, he don't know what's best.
Yeah, but isn't that hatred a good reason to step away? Look, you don't want Jax in a charter scattered across four states.
On the road alone.
The list of enemies we have? You want that phone call telling you where to pick up the body? Shit.
You stupid Get off, you trying to kill me? Watch it.
Watch his head.
All right, let him up.
It's okay.
You okay? Jesus.
You get blown up, Jax quits.
You are in a charter that neither protects nor retains its members.
What do you want? Jimmy O'Phelan.
I know that you two have history.
I know he excommunicated you from the IRA.
That he stole your wife, raised your daughter.
Left you with a, uh, little reminder you never forget.
Thanks for that little trip down memory lane.
Are we done here? You hate him.
We both know that he's the devil, so Maybe we help each other, huh? Think about it.
Were you gonna tell me? Of course I was gonna tell you.
I just I just didn't wanna say anything until things were certain.
Are things certain? Vote's tonight.
The other day, you, uh You asked me what was in that box.
- It wasn't just old T-shirts.
- I know.
- Why'd you burn it? - I didn't know what to do with it.
And now? It was after Thomas died.
Your dad was lost.
Darkest part of his life.
You want it back? No.
I think it's good you have it.
Well, if I know your father, there's more than one copy.
I loved your dad.
More than More than I've loved any man.
- Great lay.
- Heh.
Big heart.
And very complicated.
Sound familiar? His complications killed him.
What do you mean? I don't think your father's death was an accident.
I think he hated his life.
And he let the road take it.
I don't want that same fate for you, Jackson.
Things I do, I do to keep you safe.
- Less complicated.
- I know, Mom.
Nomad it's a bad idea.
Page 449.
Thanks for coming.
I was worried about you.
I'm well.
What is it, Fi? Filip.
Sorry, love.
Sit down.
Want a drink? I'm not stateside for the Sons.
Came to close a distribution deal.
I had no idea how muddled things had become.
Edmond and Cameron wouldn't take a piss without your permission.
You see what happens when you give men some rope? Shit only works when I handle it myself.
That's my lesson here.
I wanna sit down with Clay.
- Get us back together.
- You expect me to recommend? Our bond with the Sons runs deep.
Belfast charter's been our right hand since '87.
Not gonna jeopardize that.
- I'm not your errand boy, Jimmy.
- Aye, Filip, you are.
I banished you, took what's yours.
These are the facts.
You do as I say.
Go to hell, Jimmy.
Have you seen any recent pictures of Kerrianne? She's all Fiona.
Reaching that magical change.
Tight little curves.
Breasts popping.
Timely, actually.
Fiona's looks fading.
Can hardly catch an edge anymore.
But Kerrianne The thoughts that enter my brain.
Awful, I think.
But then I recall, she's not my daughter.
So, what's the sin? Even if she does call me Da.
Piss off.
Piss off.
Put it away.
You set the meeting with Clay.
And we'll work out this misunderstanding.
What is this? - Big fan of your beadwork.
- Where are the boxes? - Who's pressing your bullets? - That's our ammo, you son of a bitch.
- Mother.
Wait inside.
- Tonto, speak up, will you? - My name is Ferdinand.
Hey, Ferdinand, we sell guns.
You make bullets.
Now, I could either help you or crush you.
- Okay.
Smart boy.
You're being quiet about all this.
- Nobody asked my opinion.
- Right.
So now I'm asking.
Well, I don't think Clay sabotaged Caracara.
You wanna believe it.
Makes it easy for you to hate him.
Go see Unser.
Fire dick info should be in.
See what he knows.
You think going Nomad's a bad idea? I think this club needs a psychic shift of some sort.
Get it past whatever this shit is.
Maybe you going Nomad is it.
Maybe not.
Jessie, call 228.
Jessie, call 228.
Mason didn't call you? - Well, I haven't returned yet.
I have to scrub in.
Umbilical hernia repair.
- Dr.
Barclay is taking the surgery.
- Why? - The ruse with Filip Telford.
- I don't know what you're talking about.
Faking symptoms to extend his critical status.
It was unethical, dangerous and a breach of insurance law.
- He said he had severe head pain.
Come on, doctor.
The biker's not that clever.
He was coached, by you.
I was taking care of a vulnerable patient.
By breaking the law? - By doing my job.
You'll get an opportunity to explain yourself to the board.
Until then I've had your privileges suspended.
- No worries about the cops? - We supply tribal police.
State and local law enforcement have no jurisdiction.
All you're pressing are nine mil.
- Can you make 7.
62, AK rounds? - Full metal jacket or hollow point? Ooh.
- How long would it take to press a case? - A thousand rounds, a couple hours.
Who says you can't make an honest deal with the white man? There's something else.
Fair price.
Psychedelics? - Nah, we don't deal, chief.
- Then neither do we.
Oh, let me guess.
Some state law allows you to grow psychs for religious purposes.
Vision quest and whatnot? You know people who deal.
Call them.
I do know some serious people.
I have some serious fungi.
- Huh? Get in here.
Taste that.
- Mushrooms.
Tripping mushrooms? - Need to know if they're any good.
- They smell like shit.
- They grow on shit.
I know you love them.
Yeah, but we got the vote later, I - I can proxy for you.
- Really? pouncing on its prey.
- Hey, how's our favorite pincushion? - Good.
Shit, I miss you guys.
Miss you too, little Rican.
Man, should've been out of here days ago but still got blood in my stool.
- Nice.
- Appreciate the update.
Trust me, man.
You're better off in here.
Yeah, I know.
I heard about Caracara.
That shit sucks.
What do we know? What? You're gonna need to proxy a vote.
- For? - I'm asking for transfer.
- Guess it's been coming.
- Yeah.
- I'll let you give your vote to Bobby.
- Hey.
You remember what you said to me when I told you I wanted to prospect? My blood family, my hometown.
All that shit moves back a row.
Once you're patched, the members are your family.
This charter is your home.
So this is how it works.
- You do not touch Samcro.
- I don't want the Sons, I want the IRA.
Zobelle The assault charges against the club, drop them.
Well, that's not easy.
- Then we're done talking.
- No, okay, all right, I'II, uh I'll get into it.
- What else? - My daughter and my wife.
If I help you move on Jimmy, he's going to think they conspired.
Fiona is not an innocent bystander.
She's third-generation IRA.
Full protection and immunity.
Because he'll kill them both.
All right.
I'll bring in Fiona and I'll task Interpol with Kerrianne.
We'll witpro them.
You know, what you're asking for here is huge.
International red tape up the ass.
I'm gonna need some good faith, Chibs.
IRA safe house, the guns.
I can give you the location.
Edmond Hayes, he'll be there.
Maybe his old man too.
Good enough.
Remind me of your old man, you go all quiet like that.
Jax wants me to vote to let him go.
Pfft! Yeah.
Sure likes to give advice.
Won't take any, though.
Reminds me of his old man.
John was stubborn.
I meant you.
Tough goddamn gig.
I got so spun out.
After Donna died.
No idea how to comfort my kids.
You're a good man, Ope.
Kids they pick up on that shit.
And they forgive.
I hope so.
Just go home, brother.
I'll wait for Leroy.
- You sure? - Yeah.
- I'll see you at the clubhouse.
- All right.
I found myself lost in my own club.
I trusted few, feared most.
Nomad offered escape and exile.
I didn't know if leaving would cure or kill this thing we'd created.
I didn't know if it was an act of strength or cowardice.
I didn't know, so I stayed.
I stayed because in the end the only way I could hold this up was to suffer under the weight of it.
Ammo's tight.
But we're running out of shit to load them into.
Got a line through the Chinese.
Should be up and running before the end of the month.
- We're losing ground, brother.
- I heard.
You'll be my first order.
I promise.
- Okay.
So help me out with the dry goods? Shrooms gotta be high-end, man.
Step into my office.
- How's it going, Prospect? - Good.
I can feel it.
It wants to cure me.
It's cool and warm at the same time.
It's corm.
Product quality tested by SOA.
Little white frat boys will eat this shit up.
- Hi.
- Hey.
I thought it was a late one for you.
I gotta get back pretty soon.
I was gonna go pick up the kids.
If you're not ready, you know, just It's the bed.
Forensics said it was definitely arson.
Found some burn patterns.
Still running tests.
They found multiple sets of footprints, Jax.
Blaze that size couldn't have been one guy.
Had to be a crew.
My money lands on Zobelle.
Can I talk to you? Guys, uh, why don't you take a break? What's on your mind? I think maybe I was wrong about Caracara.
I'm sorry I put it on you.
The way we've been going, made sense at the time.
Me going Nomad what's your hit on that? Way we've been going, it makes sense.
- You want me gone? - This ain't gonna be my call.
You put this transfer in motion.
I'm not putting it on you.
I'm asking you a simple question.
Do you want me gone? Yes.
Wanted to know about Caracara.
I told him it couldn't have been Clay.
The club's gonna need your help.
For what? You need to protect them.
Why? What are they gonna do? Thank you.
We know what's on the table.
Nomad charter accepted Jax.
Redwood has to vote to release.
You wanna say anything? This is the best thing for Samcro.
I got Tig's proxy to yea.
Juice's proxy's a yea.
Me yea.
Chibs? This what you want, Jackie boy? For real? Jesus.
Free to transfer.
I'll let Quinn know.
And in business news Get your hands up, you shit.
Edmond Hayes? Agent June Stahl, ATF.
Lovely to meet you, laddie.
You okay? I have some vacation time coming.
Let's just get away for a few days.
Big Sur, the desert, I don't care.
- What about the kid? - Take him with us.
Let's just go.
I need to talk to you.
It's done, Ma.
Meet me at my house.
Both of you.
Now, I know that you are just a little cog in a big green wheel.
And I'm perfectly willing to look past all these illegal guns and the decades of jail time Because I want James O'Phelan.
Don't know him.
Don't know anything.
I arrest you and seize the guns.
Then I leak a rumor that you've turned rat.
I pick up your father on some bullshit charge.
Unfortunately, Jimmy believes the rumor.
And he pushes the button on you.
They'll know it's a lie.
Okay, let's see how that plays out, hmm? Been stateside the last two years.
Can't tie anything to Jimmy.
But me da can.
He never has to know.
Sit down.
Both of you.
You too, sweetheart.
You know what it is I have to tell them.
What is this? Mary The night of Bobby's party You're covered in ashes I didn't get into an accident driving home.
I was attacked.
Covered in slashes Covered in wilderness Covered in stain You cast aside the sheets You cast aside the shroud Of another man Who served the world proud You greet another son You lose another one On some sunny day And always you stay, Mary Minivan pulls up behind me.
A girl jumps out in a panic.
Says her baby's choking.
And leaves a kiss upon her face That girl was very convincing.
While the angels are singin ' his praises In a blaze It was a goddamn doll in the car seat.
Mary stays behind and starts She hit me over the back of the head with a, you know, a blackjack.
She moves behind me She leaves her fingerprints everywhere I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
I'm just so sorry.
Even when the night lifts I came to handcuffed to a chain link.
Utility house out by the access road.
They wore masks.
There were three of them.
When he spoke, I I knew his voice.
Tat on his throat.
Zobelle's right hand, Weston.
Starts cleaning up the place Oh, Mary You're covered in roses You're covered in ruins You're covered in secrets You're covered in treetops Covered in birds Who can sing a million songs Told me to deliver a message to you.
"Stop selling guns to color.
" Said if I If I didn't tell you that he'd find me and do it again.
Every time the snow drifts Every way the sand shifts Even when the night lifts They raped me.
She's always there All three of them.
More than once.
Jesus said, "Mother I couldn't stay Another day longer" He flies right by And leaves a kiss upon her face While the angels are singin ' his praises In a blaze of glory Mary stays behind And starts cleaning up the place Oh, Mary You're covered in roses You're covered in ruins You're covered in secrets You're covered in treetops Covered in birds Who can sing a million songs Without any words You cast aside the sheets You cast aside the shroud Of another man Who served the world proud You greet another son You lose another one On some sunny day And always you stay Mary