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Hey, baby.
Good morning.
Heart attack?
No. Bad arrhythmia. Knocked you on your ass.
You stop taking your meds?
They make my feet swell.
Can't get into my boots.
Fashion before health, that's my girl.
You need to get back on your medications, stabilize you.
Doc says you should be fine in a few days.
Oh, shit.
What were you thinking coming back here?
I was thinking I was gonna see my grandson.
You lied to me.
Sorry.
Where's Jax?
I need some answers.
Hey.
How is she?
Still asleep.
- I just had to get out of that room. - Yeah.
Well, we should talk.
Okay. Yo.
So, what's going on?
I have to confirm the tracker with Serg today.
Pull the trigger. Send the 10 grand.
I'm making sure my mom's okay, and then I'm heading north.
I'm going with.
And me, Jackie. You ain't doing this alone.
It doesn't matter how many of us go. We're gonna need cash to pull it off.
Okay, these, uh, drugs we took from the rednecks, what are we looking at?
Steroids and Adderall I could dump on the street.
Rest of it's that HIV shit. It's gotta be peddled to the clinics.
You should go to Lumpy's. See if he can unload the steroids.
Okay, I'll call the Chicken Man. I'm sure he'll gladly suck up the Adderall.
Yeah.
- Gemma's awake. Wants to talk to you. - Okay.
- I'll handle everything. Okay? All right, bro.
Hey, tell her we love her.
Yeah.
Hey, Mom.
This is on you too, doc.
What happened?
The truth.
All of it.
When Cameron killed Sack, he took Abel.
Feds weren't doing shit, so we hired a bounty hunter.
We got this a few days ago.
He's somewhere up in Vancouver.
- We were trying to protect you, Mom. - Bullshit.
You're trying to protect yourselves.
He's not in Vancouver.
The call I got last night, triggered all this...
...it's Maureen Ashby.
Who's Maureen Ashby?
McGee's old lady.
Friend of the MC.
She told me Abel's in Belfast.
No, can't be.
Jimmy and O'Neill saw Cameron get scooped up as soon as he hit Belfast.
He didn't have Abel with him.
Well, then somebody's full of shit.
You need to take it easy, baby.
I'll take it easy as soon as I know where the hell my grandson is.
Come on. Everyone out. She needs rest.
We gotta call McGee.
No.
If O'Neill lied to you...
...means Belfast could be in bed with Jimmy.
McGee's First 9.
You think he'd lie to us?
I don't know.
But we gotta talk to his old lady again.
She owns a grocery store a block away from the Belfast clubhouse.
- I'm gonna get coffee. - Okay.
She wants to see you.
Jax goes to Belfast, stones get unturned.
I know.
Bound to happen, I guess.
And what happens to you?
I called Stahl.
Made a deal.
Told her I'd sign off on her bullshit story.
She takes death off the table...
...I get weekly visitations.
Supposed to turn myself in this morning.
I'm sorry, baby.
Too old to run.
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
What can I do for you, boys?
I got a little problem, Luke.
We got word from a friend in Belfast that Cameron was spotted with the baby.
Before your Army boys offed him.
If he was seen with a baby, it had to have been someone else's kid.
How do you know?
I don't know who the friend is, brother...
...but they're feeding you some rubbish.
So why don't you reach out to that O'Phelan bastard...
...and get us some fresh intel?
Consider it done.
When you talk to your boss...
...you let him know if I find out he's been lying about my son...
...I'm gonna track him down...
...I'm gonna beat the truth out of him...
...and then I'm gonna let Chibs cut him from ear to ear.
There's no need to get theatrical, boys.
We know that's not gonna happen.
Safe house is gone.
They're stashing the rest here.
Our AKs? Yeah.
Oh, my gosh.
Will you marry me, please? Yeah... Uh, yeah.
I'm so excited. I gotta tell my mama...
Hey, Wayne.
Hello, sweetheart.
How you feeling?
A little stupid.
Hmm. Join the club.
Thank you.
For everything.
I'm just... I'm just glad you're okay.
Sorry about Hale.
Kid shouldn't have gone out that way.
That's why I'm here, Gemma.
Town's worried.
Hey.
She's been asking about you.
What's going on?
I was, uh... I was just saying...
Folks in Charming are struggling with Samcro.
I got a lot of people looking over my shoulder.
I ain't gonna be able to run much interference.
What's that mean for us?
Means, uh...
...I gotta be a cop for a while.
I'm sorry.
Take care of yourself.
Oh, man.
When did Rupert's close?
I don't know, man, but this whole block's gone derelict.
What the hell? I don't know.
Adam, go get the bag.
Arms up. Arms up.
Lumpy. Lump. - Oh, hey. John, take five.
- Hey, Tig. Come here, brother.
- How are you? Good. - Good to see you.
- Hi, Bobby. - Nice to see you, man.
What happened to Rupert's?
Oh, Rupert's closed about, uh, six weeks after the pawn shop folded.
And Leo's about a month before that.
Man. They just went belly up?
Oh, no, no, no. They made them offers they couldn't refuse.
What are you talking about?
Some kind of corporate interest's coming to buy up the block.
Yeah, you got it? Here they are.
Good.
- We're good. Cool.
Well, all I know is some guy in a suit comes by every other week.
Each time he's got a little more money and a little less patience.
- What guy? - I don't know.
I don't know and I don't care.
I sell this place, I got nothing.
All right. We're good.
Hey, Juice.
- Take it easy, Lump. You hang in there. - Okay, goodbye. Hey, Sean.
Hi, sweetheart.
Am I interrupting? - Yes. Thank you.
How'd it go with Luke?
He's sticking to his story.
Gonna check in with Jimmy, get back to us.
We got the number for Ashby Provisions.
It's eight hours ahead in Belfast.
Should still be somebody there.
- You ready to make this call? - Yeah.
Good morning. Glad to see you're feeling better.
Yeah, I'm the picture of health.
I'm going to need to speak with her alone.
I'll be fine. There's not much more this bitch can do to me.
Don't underestimate her.
She's been demoted. She's desperate.
- Hey, I'm in the room, kids. Yeah, we know.
We just wish you weren't.
The family that hates together.
I wanna thank you for turning yourself in.
- Saves us time and the taxpayers' money. - Bullshit.
Any news on your grandson?
Shouldn't we be asking you that?
Well, we're doing the best we can, given the level of cooperation...
...that we have received.
Dr. Knowles seems to be a little vague on what happened.
Well, I wouldn't know.
I was with you being framed, remember?
That attitude is really not going to serve you.
- You sound like my mother. - A wise woman.
I hated her.
And she's dead.
Let's just get this deal over with.
Problem there.
What problem?
Well, you see, when the U.S. attorney signs off on a deal, it's very specific.
Very literal.
Now, you were supposed to have turned yourself in this morning.
I came back. It's not my fault my heart had a goddamn other plan.
I am just giving you a heads-up, okay?
It may all go away.
Now, if you were to speak with Tara...
...and refresh her memory as to the Irish...
...well, then I may be able to help you.
- I swear to God, I will kill you. - Easy, sweetheart.
We wouldn't want that little heart getting all skippy again, now, would we?
- You're going to have to step out. - Yes, of course. Thank you.
Ashby's.
Yeah, I was looking for Maureen.
Not here. Who is it?
A friend. Who's this?
A daughter. Got a name, friend?
- You know when she'll be back? She won't.
Look, it's very important that I talk to her.
So important you can't give me a name.
Just take down this number.
Just kiss my ass. How do I know you ain't some bill collector?
Look, tell her someone from Charming needs to speak with her again...
...mother to mother. She'll know what that means.
Now take down this number.
Is this the van?
Yeah, that's the Chicken Man.
High roller.
He's a little paranoid, so just let me deal with this one.
Juan Carlos, may I assume the stimulants are in your backpack bag?
Yes, Chicken.
May I assume you have the cash?
Yes.
Uh, would you mind getting in?
Talking this way makes me feel very conspicuous.
All right.
You're a lunatic.
Shit.
Grab him. Get him. Hold him down. Hold him down.
You tell Clay my bullshit MC's got some reach, eh?
I'm sorry, Juan Carlos.
I've run up a bit of a tab with these Mexican fellows.
Okay, thanks.
- I left word for Maureen at her store. - Good.
We'll get Gemma to reach out.
Jesus Christ, what now?
What happened?
Salazar and two CL jumped me in the Chicken Man's van.
Jesus.
- They took my cut. What?
You let a goddamn puppet club strip his patch?
Where were you two, anyway?
- It's on me. - It's on all of us.
- No. I let it happen. Yeah.
Jesus Christ.
Well, I think I know where we might find it.
I just got off the phone with T.O.
Bastard's got intel on where the Mayans might be setting up shop.
Industrial park out by the Make Hill bend.
You, Bobby and Chibs.
I'll do it.
Can't do shit here.
Let's go.
I'm sorry.
Come on, hero, let's go. Let's get you patched up, huh?
That hurt? Ah.
Hey, hey, hey.
What?
Salazar and his crew never saw Tig...
...but we might need more than one unfamiliar face to scope this place out.
You wanna go undercover, Chucky?
I accept that.
All right.
You wanted me?
Yeah.
What is it?
Stahl came by, threatened to take away my deal.
Guess I didn't officially turn myself in.
But you called her.
- She knew... - She's desperate.
Pressing me for intel on the Irish.
Your name came up.
Well, she was in the room when the FBI interviewed me.
I didn't tell them anything.
Why don't you tell me?
It's what Jax said.
Cameron killed Half-Sack, tied me up and took Abel.
Nothing you could have done about that?
Had a gun pointed to my head.
What if it was your baby?
What the hell does that mean?
If it was your flesh and blood, you would have thrown yourself in front of a bullet.
That's unbelievably cruel. I did everything I could.
Everything except save him.
How far along are you?
Six weeks.
No one knows.
With everything else going on, it doesn't make sense.
Quite the secret queen lately.
Yeah, well, I learned from the best.
I'm assuming it's Jax's?
Yes.
- Good. - That's it?
"Good"?
For now.
Not exactly in a position of influence.
May I speak with you, please?
I know you're still deciding about your leave...
...but we have an emergency gastroschisis. Boy, 20 minutes old.
- Dr. Namid needs an assist. - I don't...
I don't think that's a good idea.
Well, if you have a better one, then you can share it with his parents.
Because I don't know how to tell them we may not be able to save their child.
Trinity, it's me.
Hey. She here?
Making the deposits.
Oh, right. Well, I might catch her later, huh?
- McGee, can I ask you something? - Aye.
Who would my ma be calling in Charming?
Well, that's the Redwood Originals.
Why do you ask?
Someone rang up the shop. Very mysterious lad.
Insisted it was important for Ma to call back.
Right. Uh, they leave a number?
Ah. Right, well, I'll run it past her when she's back.
Be good.
Tell your ma I come.
Aye.
And, uh, lock up, huh?
Followed one of Salazar's lieutenants, two other Calaveras...
...to a janitorial supply house.
Been coming every day.
Madina Industries. Now, it could just be a Mexican day job...
...but thought it might be worth looking at.
- All right, cool. - All right.
- Thanks, bro. - Yeah.
Need us to back you up?
- No, we're good. We're good. - Happy hunting.
Yup.
Hey, man.
I'm here to pick up supplies for my boss, but I forgot all my paperwork.
- All right. You got a PO number? - No, I got nothing.
Uh, Hale Sewage Removal.
- H-A-L-E. - Not here. Let me go check the system.
- Be right back. - All right.
- Serious security door. - Yeah.
Must be some expensive cleaning supplies.
What?
Go.
Come on, come on. Hurry up.
Take that.
All right. You're gonna take this aisle to the right.
- Act Mexican. - What do I do if I see something?
You're gonna come back to that van alive. Now, go.
Yeah.
All right, if you don't get it tomorrow, let me know. Bye.
Eddie.
Shit. Salazar.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What are we gonna do? They see us, they close this place down.
We're back to square one.
I'm giving Tig a heads-up.
Yeah?
Who the hell are you? Hola.
Shit. I better find Chucky.
Bust this kid up. Oh, man.
What are you doing here? Oh, man. Shit.
- They just found him. Guys, I didn't do anything.
Leave me alone. Guys, I didn't do anything.
Kick his ass!
Come on.
Run.
Hi. Kettle's still warm.
Samcro. They're waiting for you to call them back.
You better tell me, darling. Now you're messing in my business.
- It's got nothing to do with you. - My club.
My problem.
You know, we know Cammy took Jax Teller's boy.
There was no trace of him when they found him in the street.
And I know he came to see you, Mo, because he had no one else to turn to.
Do you know where that baby is?
Is that why you're calling Charming?
Look...
...just tell me.
Because I can help you.
I love you, Mac.
And you know I would do anything for the club. You know that.
But this matter involves the other half of my life.
I piss you off, you smack me around.
I piss off the Army, I end up with my head squeezed off by a razor wire.
I'm sorry, darling.
I have nothing to say.
You said plenty.
So Chucky saw a couple Mayans guarding a door inside the warehouse.
Then Salazar and the CL rolled up.
Chucky got roughed up a little bit.
- You think they're onto us? - I don't think so.
No.
Well, we know where the Mexicans are cutting and bagging the heroin.
- And when they're shipping. - I took a pic of the distribution schedule.
There's deliveries to Stockton Prison every week.
Next one, tomorrow afternoon.
Nice.
Belfast.
I got your message.
- I'm calling from a house line. Okay.
Was that JT's boy that called the shop?
My boy.
Yes.
I understand you've, uh, made contact with someone else we know.
Aye, I have.
Can I be sure of that?
He's a fighter. Scar on his belly.
What was he wearing?
Cheap onesie.
Blue hat, white pom-pom.
- Where is he? - Abel's with a friend.
I'm not sure how much longer he can keep him safe.
That's all I can say right now.
Boy needs his da.
What did she say?
We gotta get to Belfast.
I'll finish those books, darling.
How was your phone call?
What did you hear?
You were talking about a baby.
Like he was missing or something.
Who's the friend that has him?
Is it Uncle Kel?
You already know too much.
Damn it, Ma. I'm not a child.
Tell me the truth.
Members from the original charter are coming out here soon.
You'll have more truth than you can handle.
What are you doing?
You guys are good. Where is this from?
Where is your grandson, Gemma?
I don't know.
You may wanna learn to be more cooperative.
I'm not gonna let your gash boss give my old lady a heart attack.
- I'm going in. - It's okay.
Come on in, gentlemen. You should hear this as well.
The U.S. attorney has refused to honor the deal.
Says he has no proof that you were actually going to turn yourself in.
You lying piece of shit.
Hey, hey, hey, don't shoot the messenger.
Between you and me, I think he's gonna press you real hard for intel on the club.
Which means you either give up your boys...
...or your boys give up you.
Have a nice life.
How'd it go?
As expected. Fine.
You're still in one piece.
Well, I'm not that fragile, baby.
And Gemma's all bark.
I heard it went well. Thank you.
There were other surgeons qualified to assist with that procedure.
Not with your skill.
What are you doing?
Protecting this hospital.
Consider your request for a leave denied.
Hurry up, lads, will you?
That's all the AKs, Luke.
- It's not starting. - Piece of British shit. Check the battery.
Jesus Christ, Jax.
You and Jimmy lied to me.
You're making a grave mistake.
Who has my son?
Is it Jimmy?
Why is he doing this?
I don't know.
- I do. Jax, no!
Sorry, baby.
Should've listened to you...
...went up north.
It's okay.
You just get some sleep.
We'll make it all right.
What the hell are you doing here?
Put the gun away.
How did you get my address?
ATF took away your shiny black sedan, making you drive your own car.
Juice is hacking DMV now?
What do you want?
A deal.
- What is he doing here? - Go back to bed.
- He shouldn't be here. - Why don't you shout it a little louder?
I am handling it. Please go back to bed.
Bringing your work home with you, huh?
I never seem to learn.
You got five minutes.
Your career's taken a huge hit.
Booted off the Irish, stripped of your team.
We both know you're looking at a transfer...
...to some left-for-dead field office.
This is what you came here to tell me?
Not only can I give you your career back...
...I can make you an ATF legend.
The agent who single-handedly broke the real IRA-Nor Cal terrorist threat.
I'll hand deliver Jimmy O'Phelan...
...give you the names of his real IRA contacts...
...and my sworn statement.
Everything you need to know about the gunrunning.
And what do you want?
My son...
...my mother...
...and my club.
And how am I supposed to deliver those things?
No witness from Zobelle's church party is gonna testify.
That just leaves the federal automatic weapons charges.
With all the priors you guys have, the U.S. attorney will never drop them.
We just want them reduced. Short time.
MC's got a bail hearing tomorrow.
You need to slow that down.
We need a couple of weeks.
So you can get to Belfast.
For Jimmy.
And I'm guessing that's where Abel is.
Even if I could push the bail hearing, you guys still can't leave the country.
That's my problem.
We just can't have the fugitive heat.
And your mother?
Your lie set this whole nightmare in motion.
I don't give a shit what you have to do.
Recant your statement.
Tell some new lies. Find a scapegoat.
Hey. You just set that truth straight.
- Immunity is a complicated prob... - Immunity is bullshit.
Too many strings. I want a statement signed by you...
...clearing her of both kills.
And I'm supposed to just trust you, huh?
Just take your word on this deal of a lifetime.
- Guy who wants me dead. - Hey, my club finds out, I'm dead.
My risk is just as great.
And what makes you think that I would actually believe...
...that the prince would turn rat?
Luke Moran.
Jimmy's number two.
Enough illegal weapons to trip Homeland Security?
More than enough.
This asshole has to disappear.
He can't reach out. No lawyers.
Or this all goes away for both of us.
Terrorists don't get phone calls.
I'll bring him back to Hainey's Pub, put him and the guns in his SUV.
We have a deal?
- I'm gonna need to draw something up. - No.
This is a simple trade.
I deliver Jimmy and my sworn statement...
...you sign off on the club's gun charges and my mom.
Hey, I'm the one that's gotta deliver. You got nothing to lose.
It's you and me.
We're all we got, June.
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