She would never say Where she came from
Yesterday don't matter If it's gone
While the sun is bright
Or in the darkest night
No one knows
She comes and goes
Goodbye, Ruby Tuesday
Who could hang a name on you?
When you change with every new day
Still I'm gonna miss you
Don't question Why she needs to be so free
She'll tell you
It's the only way To be
She just can't be chained
Gemma.
Are you in there?
Wayne. Wayne. Wayne!
Goodbye, Ruby Tuesday
Oh, my God.
Get... Get me out of here.
Still I'm gonna miss you
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How did you know I was there?
I heard it over the radio. Recognized the description of the car.
Anonymous tip?
Yeah.
You gotta tell me something here, Gemma.
- Where you going? - Saint Thomas.
No.
- Gotta get you to the hospital. - No hospital.
So, what am I supposed to do here, Gemma? Hmm?
Give me your cell.
Tara, it's you.
Hello?
Jax see you leave?
I told him it was the hospital.
You need to tell me what happened so I can help you.
Use your imagination.
Maybe we should let her rest a while.
- We have to get her to the hospital. - No.
- I can't treat you in my living room. - Look, I'd have to check in.
The insurance and shit.
Everybody'll know.
We'll go home...
...get you some clothes. Then...
We'll pick up Abel. I'll sign him in.
We'll say we're running more tests.
You could get fired for that.
I'll figure it out.
Promise me you won't tell anyone.
- Gemma. - Promise.
- We've gotta tell Clay. Not Clay.
Not Jax. No one.
All right.
I...
I won't say anything.
They're gonna see her face.
I know.
Stay with her, all right?
What?
Yeah.
Yeah, just a minute.
Oh!
I love you. I do.
Clay.
- Clay. - Get out.
Come on. It's Alvarez on the prepay.
- Alvarez? - Yeah. I don't know. I don't know.
Yeah?
Niners came into my hood and took out one of my guys.
How do you know it was the Niners?
Niggers blew out his guts. Got him holding up nine fingers.
Shit's going sideways out here, man.
Gonna need those AKs. As many as you got.
I'm sorry, man.
I wanna help you out, but this ATF thing's got us tapped.
You better be telling me some straight shit, ese.
I'm as straight as shit gets, man.
Sorry.
I thought you said Opie tagged that Mayan SOA?
- He did. He carved it on his belly. - Alvarez found the guy.
His guts blown out. Holding up a nine.
Had to be Jax.
Call Laroy. Tell him it's about to jump off.
He's gonna need some guns.
Another magical day to be alive.
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 back until you die
Gotta look this life
In the eye
All right. I'll send somebody out.
Rosen, Otto wants to talk to us.
Here comes Captain Black.
Premium or regular, sir?
Your intel checked out. Dead Mayan was flashing our sign.
Had to be the Mexicans killed their own guy.
Guess you and me, we're going steady again.
I'm happy to say that little Mexican retail experiment...
...in the rearview, brother.
- You look tired, man. - Yeah, well, recreational H is drying up.
Ain't no stimulus package for the middle class powder user.
Black and brown back to fighting over the junkie trade.
Yeah, recession sucks.
- Gonna need two dozen AKs. - All right.
They'll be simple though. No scopes, no mods.
- Need them tonight. - I'll call you with the location.
Something you fellas need?
Black man can't stop for gas in Charming?
As long as he buys enough to get him back to the hood.
Boys, have a nice day.
- I thought we don't shit where we eat? - Relax. Just mending some fences.
What?
There's a car out by the power and water construction site.
- Needs a tow. - Well, call the garage.
It's Gemma's Caddy.
- She ran off the road last night. - Jesus Christ.
- Is she all right? - Yeah.
She's with Tara at Saint Thomas.
You're telling me this shit now, right?
I just found out. I came looking for you.
Oh, shit. Neeta started today.
Good morning.
Morning.
My God. What happened?
I'm fine.
I need to get him to Saint Thomas.
- Why? - I'll have him back before lunch.
- Thought he just had all his tests. - He needs more.
Is something wrong? No.
I'm Dr. Knowles. I'm his doctor.
Wanna tell me what's going on here?
I need to get both of them to the hospital.
- Maybe I should follow you. - That would be good.
- Step aside. Man down. Man down. - Out of the way.
Oh.
- How's the homecoming queen? He's a little green. Ha-ha-ha.
- How's Gemma? - Better than you.
Good. Good. All right, all right.
There's a number of small tears.
It's nothing that won't heal on its own.
We'll start you on antibiotics right away.
It's standard procedure to treat for chlamydia and gonorrhea...
...even before the test results are back.
You should have a plastic surgeon look at this.
I've been hit before.
Sorry to interrupt, doc. I need a word with Gemma.
Let him in.
Oh, sorry.
What is it?
Clay is here.
- You son of a bitch. - I told him you were in a car accident.
Wha...? What?
I ran your Caddy into a concrete barrier out by the utility shed.
Take my head off if you want. I just didn't see any other way to sell this.
He don't know about nothing else.
I'll go and talk to him.
I don't wanna see him yet.
Actually...
...they're all here.
- Jax and the guys. - Jesus Christ.
- Is there anyone you didn't tell? I'Il...
I'll handle it.
Maybe I should help her.
This wasn't about me.
What do you mean?
What those animals did...
...was to hurt Clay, Jackson.
Anyone finds it out...
...they win.
I can't let that happen.
Who's "they," honey?
That don't matter.
- Hey. - Hey.
How is she?
- She's fine. - Yeah?
Just a few bruises.
Okay, good.
And you?
Look, I'm glad you asked for the truth.
Means a lot to me you wanted to figure out how to make this work.
Yeah.
- I have to let Clay know. - Yeah.
- What's going on? Is she okay? Yeah.
Um... When she hit the barrier, she took a pretty good shot to the face.
There's some swelling.
I have to run a few more tests but she's gonna be fine.
But it's nothing serious?
- No. - Can I see her?
It's gonna be a little while.
Oh, my God. I can't believe this shit. You're telling me...
- I appreciate you taking care of her, doc. - Oh, of course.
Something wrong?
They found that Mayan we visited.
He was throwing up nine fingers.
Brown's a little pissed at black.
I made a decision, good of the club.
You settled that shit on your own?
Yeah.
Spur of the moment. Seemed like the right thing.
Sure you can understand.
Feds raided Luann's studio.
Asset seizure.
Wiped her out.
- Okay. Me and Ope will deal with Otto. - Ope goes with Tig.
Take Bobby. He could use the fresh air.
I'll handle it alone.
Hey!
- Arranged a little entertainment. - Appreciate that.
White on white? What's that about?
Our Aryan friends are getting a little choosy...
...about who they burn crosses with.
Something's trickling down from the top of Mount Whitey.
Not sure what.
Not why I asked to see you.
I know. I heard about Luann. How can we help?
This punk producer's making a play for her talent.
The Feds shutting her down, this asshole will hijack all of them.
We'll talk to him.
She needs time and money to get up and running in a new space.
We can get her the time.
And the money?
We're only half healed, Otto. We don't have it.
Yeah.
This seizure by the Feds...
...it's Stahl pissing in my mouth for what I did to her.
And I did that for Samcro.
I know that.
I don't want her back in front of the camera, Jax.
I told her she'd never have to do that again.
I won't let that happen.
That's a promise.
Yeah, okay. Thanks.
Dump those in the back.
She didn't tell him.
Morrow's old lady. They don't know what happened.
How do you know?
The nigger nanny said Gemma got hurt in a car accident.
Clay's laughing, playing with some little kid.
- You said this was gonna rip them up. - It will. It will.
Unraveling the matriarch will destabilize them.
They're all little boys who need a strong mommy.
But if this bitch doesn't say anything, what the hell does that mean?
It means we underestimated Mrs. Morrow.
- Oh. - Oh, baby.
I'm so sorry.
Oh.
- I'm sorry. - No, no, it's... It's okay. I'm just...
I'm just kind of jumpy.
You gotta lay off the midnight joyrides.
Yeah.
You okay?
Oh, I'm fine.
It's kind of hot.
Thanks. It's what I was going for.
Are you ready to go home?
You know, they have to... They gotta do some more X-rays.
Neeta can give me a lift.
- I can wait. - No, honey. It's okay.
It's gonna be a while.
- You sure? - Yeah, I'm sure.
I'm really... I'm... I'm fine.
Okay.
I love you.
I love you too.
Add these two cameras to the list, okay?
Here's half your retainers. Give you the other half at the end of the week.
You stay away from Georgie. You hear me?
All his actors end up strung out and turning tricks.
- Okay. - Okay.
We will.
Yeah.
I'm looking for a tag. Marvelous.
Oh, my God. They did clean you out, Luann.
Otto wasn't kidding.
That's some lovely merchandize walking out that door.
They'll keep walking if I don't come up with the rest of their money.
Otto says some guy's giving you trouble.
Georgie Caruso.
Shitbag's threatening my girls, they don't join his company.
His name is Georgie?
Can't you talk to him? Make some kind of temporary arrangement?
Isn't how it works with this. Georgie's game is fear.
God damn roid crew runs his girls like pimps running pussy.
If I could just get the money I loaned Samcro...
That's not gonna happen today.
Look, I said to Otto I'd back this guy off you and that's what I'm gonna do.
Where's this guy's office?
Step aside. Step aside.
Oh, I loved that movie.
Oh, I laughed, I cried, I came.
No shit. Must've been good. Won an "Anal Oscar. "
Oh, hey, hey, hey... Here we go.
Hey. - You need something?
We're here to see Georgie.
- You got an appointment? - No.
Then you don't see him.
Hey, auditions are out back.
Let me guess. Georgie Caruso.
They were just leaving, Mr. Caruso.
That's too bad. Because this one here's got kind of a Brad Pitt thing going...
...only not quite as gay.
Yeah. I'm a friend of Luann Delaney.
Is that so? I'm real sorry about what happened.
You're terrorizing her actors. It stops now.
I'm helping those girls.
Luann is out of business.
Luann's not out of business.
That's not what I heard.
Don't make me come back here, Georgie.
Bye, Georgie.
You've got a problem?
- Not now. I feel pretty good. Thanks. Cheerio.
Told you I was sick.
Need six more.
You, uh... You doing okay?
I mean, family and stuff?
I guess.
I lost an old lady.
Yeah, I dumped her, FXR on the I-5.
And the poor bitch slid right in front of oncoming traffic.
Shit, I didn't know that.
- Your kid's mom? - I wish it was that gash.
No, it was before I got patched. I found out she was pregnant.
Really loved that one.
I keep dreaming.
I'm back in Chino.
Really violent shit.
Then I wake up relieved that I'm home.
It takes me a minute to realize that I'm alone in bed.
But you're not alone, Ope.
Yeah. I appreciate it.
- Shit. What?
Uh... That's just someone I don't wanna see.
She's gonna have a million questions.
We can wait in here.
Okay.
I'm not gonna do it today because I ain't a stupid sister...
...but you know at some point, I'm gonna ask some questions.
I know.
While we're here, you wanna say a prayer with me?
I'm not big on praying.
Sure you are.
Look at the way you're holding him.
I can see it in your face, you thanking God.
It's gonna be okay. Tip your head back a bit. I don't think it's broken.
Wait a minute. Hang onto that.
I told you not to stir things up. Look what that asshole did to her.
- This was Caruso? - Who do you think?
Little prick.
You guys must've really put the fear of God into him.
Tell them what Georgie said.
He told me to tell Luann that if the little biker boys show up again...
...he's gonna roll the cameras while he jams his dick up all your asses.
We'll see Gemma later.
Jax, don't you do anything.
Who the hell do you think you're talking to?
- Get her patched up. - Okay.
Call the rest of your talent. Tell them to lock their goddamn doors.
Sorry.
Should we call Clay?
He's on the guns. Call the others. It's baseball time.
Great.
God, you're so stiff.
- You don't score in the second half... Georgie.
Georgie!
- Hey, get out! This is a closed set. You're working.
We're here!
Come here.
Come on. Come on.
Oh, get back. Don't even think about moving.
- You okay? - After I saw what they did to Lyla...
It's okay. Sack. Sack.
- Get her out of here. Okay. Come on.
Hey!
Shit!
Nice to see you too, Sugar Tits.
- Anybody else? Come on!
You so much as send a friendly text to any of Luann's girls...
...your next movie:
Canseco Does Georgie.
- You understand? - I get it.
There's a ton of guys like Georgie out there.
If Luann can't pay her talent, they'll keep coming, so to speak.
That's why she wants the 50K.
- But that's not gonna happen. - Obviously.
But we can offer her something else.
A partner.
What are you talking about?
The empty gun warehouse we just built. Same size as Caruso Films.
All of a sudden you're Larry Flynt?
Georgie's just a scumbag with muscle and a lease, right?
His staff and talent do all the work.
Luann.
So we're the scumbags with the lease and the muscle?
Why not? We offer her protection, the space.
Front her a little cash for the shit the Feds took. Split the profits.
Yeah. And I could upgrade her internet shit.
There's plenty of room for servers in that space.
That's where the real cash is.
I was blessed with an excellent eye for casting.
Clubs get into trouble when they take on too much.
Guns have been downsized. We could use the extra income.
It's a legitimate business, Clay. We run it clean.
Feds think we turned over a new leaf. They go away.
And at the very least, we'll get Bobby laid.
Hey.
Thoughts?
- Everybody loves pussy. - I second that.
- Third it. - I'm a very big fan of pussy.
All in favor, like I gotta ask?
- Pussy! - Pussy!
All right. Looks like we're making movies. We got a delivery to make.
I'll tell Luann she's got a new partner.
Jax?
Anyone here?
Hello?
Oh, shit.
Jax?
- Shit. - You okay?
- Oh, God. I'm sorry. - It's okay.
I didn't... I didn't mean to be such a pain in the ass, Jax.
- Wait a minute. - No, don't.
Luann, relax.
You think I brought you here to Adriana you?
I'm not gonna hurt you. I'm gonna help you.
Your new studio.
New studio?
What do you mean?
You're not gonna be able to compete without protection and investors.
We're gonna help you get back on your feet.
- Samcro as a partner? - Yep.
- What's the split? - Fifty-fifty.
And our debt goes away.
And if I say no?
It's your only play, darling. We both know that.
Life was so much easier when I was just sucking dick.
All right, boys.
Two dozen AKs. - Looks good.
Pay the man.
Stay down. - Ow!
- Go, go, go. All right.
- This way. Go. Get back.
Bastard!
- Get down, man. - Who's shooting?
- Go, go. This way.
Wait a minute. They're in there.
Clay, it's the Mayans.
Bobby's hit in the shoulder. He's bleeding real bad.
Come on, come on.
Hold your fire, man. Let them have the guns.
- Those are our guns. - We'll get you more goddamn guns.
Gotta take care of our guys.
- Jesus Christ! Opie! Opie!
Is it bad? Is it bad? No. It's just a scratch.
Let's go. Get the hell out of here.
Yeah, nice homecoming.
Information was good.
I owe you.
Yes, you do.
Who was that?
It was just a friend from my church.
Gemma.
Sorry I'm so late.
- What time is it? - It's 10.
How are you?
I'm fine.
Gemma.
You need to talk to somebody about what happened.
- It doesn't mean you're weak. It just... - That's why I've got you.
Hello.
Oh, shit. I'm sorry. L... I fell asleep. You didn't have to stay.
It's okay.
Feel better.
Excuse me, Gemma.
What? - I have to go to the clubhouse.
Medical emergency.
- Oh, shit. - Stay here.
No. - Go ahead. I'll watch her.
Is it all right?
Well, you're lucky it went straight through.
Oh, Jesus Christ.
Mayans, they crashed our little Niner delivery, man.
- You okay, bro? - Yeah. I'm in good hands.
They got away with two cases of the AKs.
Oh, man. - Yeah.
Jax. In here.
That little judgment call you made for the good of the club...
...it came back to bite us in the ass, almost killed Bobby.
I see that.
Whatever you may think...
...the truth is...
...everything I do is to protect what we got.
It's never arbitrary. And it's never reactive.
Doing this for 30 years. I know a few things.
Taking that tag off the Mayan was the right decision. You know that.
You wanna challenge me? Fine. I don't give a shit.
But the minute it stops becoming about this club...
...and it starts becoming personal...
...they'll know that.
They'll lose respect for you and they won't trust you anymore.
And then you'll be handling everything on your own.
Think about that...
...son.
You okay?
Yeah.
You?
Yeah.
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