Previously on Sons of Anarchy...
Oh, shit.
I want my men, my guns and my heroin.
It wasn't us, Henry.
I gave Lin proof that we had nothing to do with it.
So we good?
Don't cross me, Jackson.
I have no remorse... killing you
or any of the Sons.
This place belong to Henry Lin!
- Know who he is? - August Marks doesn't give a shit!
How'd you boys do?
I'm three for three!
I took him at gunpoint.
He had no choice.
What the hell do you want?
I needed to talk to you.
We're way past talking.
- Where is he going? - I have no idea.
The D.A. wants to put out an APB.
All right, go get him. And drive him out of town.
He's a raw nerve. I'll go with.
It's just till you figure out where you want to go.
I'll check you in under my name.
Oh, yes!
Yeah.
Wait, wait. Ahh!
We got a problem.
This here's Reverend Jonathan Haddem,
Head Pastor,
Piedmont Grace Center for God.
And apparently women's lingerie.
Let's get the bodies out of there.
Chigger Woods. Keep them shallow and marked.
What the hell is this?
This dick a john?
He's taking my money again.
Get out of here!
No. No!
Mr. Haas.
He's pressing assault charges.
- Rough day? - Yeah.
This'll help.
If I find the right size bowl,
how much do you think you're gonna be feeding the dog?
Two cases.
High-end rice chow.
Is that an old Asian recipe?
That's right.
I have some relationship issues to work out,
some sharing-the-dog-park shit.
So is that a yes?
You're gonna meet my dog walker.
He'll make the final call.
Well, it's gonna have to be soon.
Dog food's got an expiration date.
Yeah.
What are you doing, man? Cameras.
Oh, no, I bought this room.
They ain't on.
Then why the hell are we talking in code?
I miss my dogs.
I'm guessing German shepherds.
Bye, Mom. I'll see you later.
You do good, kiddo.
I'll see you later.
Bye, Dad.
I got him.
No need.
Grandma, I presume?
Maybe.
Well, I assumed because of what happened.
Yeah.
I take care of him now.
- Good morning, Abel. - Morning.
So, you stay in the car during drop-off.
It just makes things so much quicker.
All right, here's your lunch, babe.
Come on. Bye, honey.
Bye, sweetheart.
Come with me, Abel. I'll take you to class.
- You his teacher? - One of them.
- Ms. Harrison. - Hi.
Folks get a little impatient in the morning.
Yeah.
Yeah, this is a drop-off.
If you want to walk your kids in, you got to park over there...
Yeah, I'm sorry.
It's my first time.
And, uh...
if you beep at me again, Mom... I'm gonna shove that cup so far
up your ass you're gonna be shitting mochaccino for a month.
Damn, Grandma's kind of crazy.
Hi.
Appreciate you helping out.
Lyla off doing porn full-time?
Behind the camera. She's, uh, running it for Jax.
Kiki, uh, she's... great at the door,
but, uh...
- not much of an administrator. - She is dumb as a rubber thumb.
I was just trying to be diplomatic.
- I'll help her. - Thanks.
So is Jax spending any time here?
Yeah, he... he checks in every day.
Is he doing o-okay?
I mean... that was some brutal shit.
Yeah. He's, uh... you know...
doing what a guy would do whose wife was murdered.
Um... do I have to use, like, math and stuff to figure out
these percentages?
I'll be here all day if you need me.
I'll check in later. Thanks.
I'm gonna take Wendy's lead on that private school.
Expensive as shit.
And I just don't get it. I never sent Jax or Thomas to
any of that day care or Gym-bob-jamboree shit.
Feels lazy to me.
Dropping off your kids for strangers to raise.
But I know it's what you'd want.
Schools are different now. Kids got to keep up.
And who knows... maybe Thomas will be a doctor like you.
But Abel? I can see it in his eyes.
He is his daddy's son. Knows his tribe.
I never doubted my loyalty.
I'm a Prulow, man.
Fat little shithead from Woodhaven.
Bailed out his pussy ass
when the Ozone crew was gonna gut him for losing that numbers bag.
I didn't have to do that.
I just knew his heart was in the gig.
Club has got to know that.
Doesn't seem fair.
Hey.
Who you talking to?
- Someone in the shower? - Thank you.
This ain't gonna end so good.
I'll take the morning shift.
Tully's boots on the ground, Leland Gruen,
said he'd meet us at Oswald's timber trail.
I gave him your number to lock down a time.
- Anybody know this guy? - AB lifer.
Did double dimes for assault. I think he got out last year.
- You talk price? - Leland will test it,
- give us a street rate. - Ain't about profit,
- it's about protecting our flank. - And dumping this poxy heroin.
Hey. Tyler's here. You can use the bar.
I'm in post all day.
All right.
Three Chinese rub and tugs got hit last night.
Black guys. Lin wants blood. He thinks that it was us.
- Was it? - Hell no.
August is spinning out, man. He's afraid that the streets
are gonna blow up as he's trying to close this deal in Piedmont.
It's a huge government housing project.
Is that the one where his partner's M.I.A.?
Yeah. Haddem. He's a pastor over at Piedmont Grace.
August needs his signature on
the paperwork by the end of the day tomorrow.
And before Lin retaliates and all his investors get skittish.
And what? Preacher won't sign?
He just dropped out of sight last week.
And now his old lady is M.I.A.
- Why are they all disappearing? - I don't know.
But his wife's got power of attorney...
she could just sign off on everything.
August thinks that she'll be easier to find.
- So what do you need from us? - Search and rescue.
For the wife, Loutreesha. I mean, look, Piedmont might
like its pastors to be black,
but they prefer their residents to be a shade paler.
Ah. You need some pretty white boys to knock on doors?
- Yeah, something like that. - Well, that's a clean town, man;
it's gonna be hard to shake out information.
Well, Loutreesha goes by her maiden name, McQueen.
She's got a sister in Piedmont. She got a half sister in Montclair.
And that's all I got.
All right.
You might want to have Andre the Giant
and Captain Psycho sit this one out though.
I'm just saying.
Don't want to scare no fragile white folks.
All right, we'll dig in, let you know.
- Thanks. - Later.
Panty hose preacher.
- Yup. - It's a small world after all.
If we don't find that wife,
Marks is gonna keep digging till he finds the pastor.
Lot of eyes could have seen us go in that apartment, man.
- We went in big. - So...
- Where do we start looking? - Chigger Woods.
We're gonna ask the preacher.
Oh, Jesus Christ.
Wow.
Yup. That's the good preacher.
Phone's in his pocket.
- Rat. - Shit.
This is probably getting you hard.
What was that?
This is gonna be hard.
Shit. They're wet.
We'll charge them up, see if we can salvage anything.
Yeah, all right.
I'm gonna stop by Diosa.
See you back at Red Woody.
Come on, come on, hole's not gonna fill itself.
Yeah. That's what he said.
That was funny.
Honey.
♪ 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 ♪
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- Hey. - Is West at the warehouse?
Yeah, I'm with Gemma today.
- Any activity at the docks? - No, it's been quiet.
And Barosky's guys have been around, checking out the guns.
But that's about it.
All right.
Good.
Looks good.
Yeah.
Think I'm gonna lose these blinds and hang some drapes.
Think it'll help with noise.
We all know how loud a good massage can be.
You good?
I'm fine.
You take him to school?
Yeah.
And Brooke's got Thomas.
Good.
Is Nero around?
Um, your...
blonde mommy fetish out there
said that he'd be back in a few hours.
First of all, if I had a mommy fetish,
I'd be hooking up with some psycho dominatrix.
That seems unfair.
Second, the phrase
"mommy fetish" coming out of the mouth of my own mother
should never happen again.
I just call it like I see it, babe.
Right.
All right. I got to head back to Red Woody.
Do me a favor... when you see Nero,
give him a heads up about Juice.
Let him know he's around.
Why would Nero care?
Just tell him.
He can call me for details.
Stay with her.
Absolutely.
I'm sorry.
Thank you.
Thank you for helping out here.
Oh, yeah.
Will I see you later?
I don't know.
I hope so.
Be careful with him.
Don't worry, Mom, we're just friends.
Yeah.
Well, right now he needs more than a friend.
Just don't complicate his life any more than it already is.
How could I do that?
Making him think too much.
I think your calculator's messed up.
Keeps giving me the wrong answer.
If he's hanging out here, that shouldn't be a problem.
Let's go.
Oh.
Got an update on the escort's father.
- Did you find him? - Yeah.
Ken Haas spent the last 36 hours at St. Thomas.
Fractured jaw, concussion, two broken ribs.
Let me guess... he's withdrawing the charges.
Yup.
I pressed, he wasn't having it.
You think it was Padilla?
Shit.
Grab Cane. Follow me to the whore club.
Yup.
- Here it comes. - Oh, yeah, that's good.
- Oh, yeah, baby. - Wait for it, wait for it.
Who's my dirty little whore baby?
Are you shitting me?
Oh, no, that happens later.
Yeah, it does. Um...
listen, Jax, we couldn't get the cell phone to work.
This has no personal info on it,
he just used it to record his, uh, comings and goings.
Besides Venus, the only thing on here is the shit that went down that day.
- Find Venus. - I know where she is.
We stayed in touch.
Should I be worried he stayed in touch?
You do good work, mama.
Thanks.
Where you been?
You didn't come home the other night.
Uh, I haven't heard from you, so...
Just... I've been putting in long hours down at TM.
Trying to catch up.
Yeah. Everything okay?
Yeah, I'm fine.
Look, I know everything's upside down 'cause of Tara, and...
You know, you got every right to be a little, uh,
far away.
I just need to know it's not about us.
I mean, there's...
There isn't something happening here that I should know about, right?
Oh, no, no. Uh-uh, no.
No.
We're perfect.
Aw, shit. This just might be my ride.
- Give my lawyer a call. - Yeah.
How can I help you, Sheriff?
I'm here to deliver the good news.
Kenneth Haas isn't pressing assault charges.
Okay.
And, uh, you came all the way out here with backup to share that?
Haas also spent a day or two in the hospital.
Seems someone picked up right where you left off.
Broke his jaw, few ribs.
Tuned him up pretty good.
- Are you thinking that was me? - I don't know.
Maybe I should ask the den mother.
I don't think we've officially met.
- Lieutenant Sheriff Althea Jarry. - Althea?
Guess your folks were hoping for a black baby.
We don't know what happened to Sandy's dad.
- Where is Teller and the Scot? - Working.
Well, tell them I'd like a few minutes of their valuable time.
Absolutely... sister.
We see them, we'll let them know.
We'll check the garage and ice cream shop.
And their porn studio's up and running, too. Stockton Port.
Find Chibs. I'll start there.
Keep it off the radio. This is personal.
Yes, ma'am.
Oh.
- Well, I do love those boots. - Oh, yeah, me, too.
Uh, why are you looking for him?
He and his family might be in danger.
Well, I'm not surprised.
That freaky little holy man liked to live close to the flame.
God can only protect us so much.
Why do you have his phone?
We-we need to find his family, baby. Where would you meet him?
Oh, different places. At first, he took me to this
very unsavory apartment in an area code beneath my station.
I told him never again.
I need a certain level of comfort to maintain my dignity.
Uh, after that, it was usually nice hotels.
Uh, a quiet lake house once.
A lake house that he owned?
Well, I... I... I think so.
It had pictures of family, I'm assuming were his wife and children.
Do you remember where?
Outside Berkeley. Lake Anza, I believe.
I'm sure I have the address in my appointment book.
We're gonna need that address.
Please.
I will help you because I am fond of you.
- Yeah! - I am fond of you all.
I feel we are connected on a deeper vibration.
Do you feel that?
- Absolutely. - Yeah, absolutely.
I feel it.
Well, uh, I have a little lonesome dove waiting for me upstairs,
but his abreaction is usually rather swift,
so just give me five minutes,
and then perhaps Alexander could come up and retrieve your address?
Perfect.
- That'd be great. - Gentlemen.
- Thank you. - Thank you, darling.
Something we need to know here?
We're friends.
You know, we got things in common.
- Yeah, I can think of one thing. - Don't be disrespectful.
I'm gonna head upstairs, I'm gonna get her to move it along.
She tends to dillydally.
Dillydally?
Okay, now I'm worried.
- Want some? - No.
What happened to Haas?
- Oh, I don't know. - Don't lie to me!
I didn't want to involve you.
Jax?
He...
- He did it to protect you. - Oh, Gemma, come on!
That's-that's a lie, too!
Your boy... he's unchained right now.
He's looking for any excuse to rage.
- Can you blame him? - I understand it.
The problem is...
it gets to a point, Gem, where...
it ain't about revenge anymore.
You're doing it because...
it just feels good.
Jax came by today looking for you.
Wanted you to know that, uh, Juice is still around.
Seemed concerned.
Okay.
Why does that matter to you?
What happened with Juice?
You see, baby?
There are some things
we just can't share.
Best we don't.
One-one-three-oh-one. There it is on the right.
Rat, wait out front, keep an eye for neighbors.
- Tiggy, you and me, back door. - Gigitty.
Oh, shit, Tiggy. Tiggy...
Hey!
- Put down the gun! - Drop it!
Leave us alone!
Wait. What do you mean, "us"?
- Who's with you? - Mama!
She's in the backseat!
Wait. Careful. Wait.
Jackie. Here.
- What? - Shit.
Jackie!
Come on.
Come on. Come on.
Come on. I got you.
- Come on. - Get Mama. Get Mama.
- You okay? You okay, Mama? - I'm cold, Grant. So cold.
Track marks are fresh.
Sometimes her demons get the best of her.
- You Haddem's son? - Stepson.
That freak is not my father.
He's the reason this is all happening.
What's happening?
They probably killed him.
Now they're gonna hurt my mother.
Who sent you guys looking for us?
Was it August Marks?
- Get them inside. - Let's go.
- Come on, Mama. - Come on, Rat.
- Get her up. - Get her.
Jax, come on. Good?
Oh, Jesus.
Remember when our biggest problem was which Mayan to kill?
Simpler times.
Simpler men.
Damon Pope helped my stepdad some years back.
Created some zoning loophole that helped us buy neighboring lots,
and that's how we built the additions to the church.
I told him not to get involved.
Knew they'd come back looking for something.
Looking for what?
August Marks wants to use the same loophole.
He wants to build
low-income housing on the rest of our church property.
He wants me to sign off, making him a partner.
His construction company gets the Fed kickback.
Then he uses the project to launder money.
And the houses never get built.
No.
What are you gonna do with us?
No one's gonna hurt you or your mom.
But as far as this property deal goes,
that's something your stepdad started.
There is nothing you can do, except ride out his sin.
My mother's the one who built that congregation.
Supported Joseph, in spite of all his degradation.
She can't just hand it over to some gangsters.
She can if she wants you two alive.
I found you in an hour.
You think you can hide from Marks?
I'm telling you, next time, neither one of you comes out of the lake.
I'll sign it, honey.
It's not worth it.
Okay.
We got a friend coming up here,
come pick you up and take you back to Oakland.
He's gonna make sure nothing happens to you.
Jax, I checked the block. It's all quiet, man.
All right.
Just hang back for a minute.
That same guy's gonna bring something
that's gonna keep her even.
Excuse me.
How's he doing?
I think I got most of that buckshot out.
There's no major damage.
But I'm worried about the infection.
These dressings have to be changed every few hours.
- Hey. - Okay.
Give Venus a call, would you? Please.
That was Tully's guy.
They're gonna be at the timber trail in under two.
All right. Rat.
I need you to stay here
- with the mom and kid. - Yeah.
When Tyler gets here, let him know she'll sign for Marks.
But nothing happens to them.
You make that clear, you understand?
Yeah. What about Tig?
Take him back to Scoops. We got medical supplies there.
All right. You got it, brother.
- Yeah. Thanks, bro. - All right.
Let's go.
I just got off the phone with Patterson.
They're putting out the APB on Ortiz.
I thought they were holding off.
I guess they got tired of waiting.
- Oh. Statewide? - Whole Northwest.
All right. Appreciate the update.
What?
APB went wide.
Shit.
We got to get you out of here.
- Now. - I'm gonna call Gemma.
All right, sweetheart.
I'll be there. Bye.
I need a favor, blondie.
My bodyguard behind me.
The littlest outlaw?
I got to step out without a set of eyes on me.
I'll keep him busy.
I like you.
You could be good for him.
I'm not really in the market for a marriage blessing, but...
I appreciate that.
- Chibs and Teller. - Let's catch up.
Leland. Jax Teller.
The other guys aren't wearing cuts.
This is bad.
Yeah.
Cops!
Shit.
Wait, no!
Just wait!
- Jesus Christ! - The hell you doing, man?
You tell me. I'm not the one who brought cops to a drug deal.
We had no idea they were behind us. Are you crazy?!
Come on, man.
If they called that in, we got to get out of here.
Let's go.
Get in the truck, brother.
Jesus Christ.
Jackie. We got to go, too.
- Come on, son. - Yeah, come on.
- Sir? - Excuse me.
Hey. Is that Eglee?
It's Cane. Eglee took four to the back.
She's alive. For now.
- Who was it? - We don't know.
Did they call it in? Request backup?
No. Looks like an ambush.
Charming. Our name says it all.
This is a bad place, isn't it, Wayne?
I had to know, Gemma,
- if there was any way that I... - Now you know.
No more games, Juice.
I'm gonna go home, I'm gonna pack a bag,
and then I'm gonna drive you to my dad's place myself.
- You got the boys? - Yeah, okay.
Walls are closing in, sweetheart.
You stay, MC finds you or the cops do.
Either way, Jax gets to you and you end up dead.
Is that what you want?
I don't want to die.
I just...
I don't like being alone.
I'm not good on my own.
My head gets so loud.
And shit doesn't make...
Nothing syncs up.
I start thinking about my thinking...
and getting lost in the details of nothing.
Nothing can pull me out of it.
And I...
Hey. Hey, hey. It's okay.
Take a deep breath, okay?
It's okay.
Okay, hey, you're not gonna be alone, okay?
All right? Okay.
All right. You're okay.
It's gonna be okay.
Goddamn!
I'll reach out to Tully tomorrow.
Try to explain this.
Yeah, well, if Eglee or Cane called that thing in,
we'll all be able to talk to him
face-to-face.
I talked to Lee.
He's gonna send some guys down from Tacoma.
We're gonna need help if this unravels.
Jarry's downstairs.
How many with her?
She's alone. Said she needs to talk to you and Jax.
- I've got him. - Chibby.
You should just get out of here, baby.
This ain't your problem.
I swore an oath
to the care and nurturing of a dear friend.
Boop.
Where did you come from?
Well, my sweet Alex,
I was born of man, but...
I believe my true genesis happened a bit later.
When I was stirred by the gods of love and beauty
and transformed into an angel.
Whose sole purpose is to bring light
to the shadows
and a little bit of joy to all those lost souls who can no longer find it.
Hmm.
Oh.
I need to know if you had anything to do with this.
Come on. Of course we didn't.
We like Eglee.
Does it fit any kind of gang pattern you know of?
Cop retaliation, someone new trying to earn cred?
No.
We'll keep our ears open.
What about Kenneth Haas?
You have anything to do with that?
- Hey, we had abso... - I did it.
Guy's a scumbag who beats and extorts his own daughter.
I made sure that doesn't happen again.
- Get out of here! - Out!
Shit, move!
Watch your step. You okay?
You okay?
Do you know the guy?
He was one of Lin's, you saw him.
Don't know.
The Chinese were the ones who killed Tara, weren't they?
That's what this is all about the shit that went down at the timber trail?
No.
Did the club retaliate for Tara?
I don't know anything.
Hey, Scotty.
Grenades just went off in an ice cream shop on Main Street.
If the MC is in some kind of war that's now blowing shit up in Charming,
I got to know.
'Cause the next time, that ice cream shop could be filled with kids.
Could you live with that?
Let me drive you home.
Please.
Good evening, gentlemen. Welcome to Diosa Norte.
Thanks. Had a long ride.
We're just gonna grab a drink right now.
This wasn't a message, brother.
That dude saw us in the shop. It was straight up retaliation.
Yeah.
Somebody sold us out to Lin.
Jesus Christ. Check on the guns.
West ain't picking up.
Reception out there ain't so great.
Holy shit!
- Everybody whole? - Yeah.
- Chinese. - What?
No, man. That don't make no sen...
Yeah.
Mr. Lin appreciates all your efforts in getting everyone together.
What happens at Diosa will impact you.
- But it's meant for the Sons of Anarchy. - W-Who is this?
Oh, my God.
Diosa.
- Diosa! - Shit!
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