Ow. Let me.
Come on. Let me do it.
Cortisone helping?
l'm fine without it.
l know.
Good.
When you back? Tomorrow.
Be safe.
Τhanks.
Maybe some time away will help you, huh?
Get past whatever this is.
Maybe.
What's the run? Blood drive-
Children's Hospital in Eureka.
Sam Crow, community servants.
That's what we're all about, baby.
Yeah.
Aw .
My boy. The master of timing.
l love you.
l love you too.
l got him.
Here we go.
What?
l'm your old lady.
Come on. Let's get you some breakfast, huh?
Get you big and strong.
Have you got it aIl?
Yeah, we got everything we're gonna need- beer, food.
Hey. Didn't know you were ridin'.
Clay wants me on the relay.
- Mary with the kids? - The kids are fine, Jax.
- Right.
Chitty Chitty Bang Bang.
Hey, all right.
Hey, it's an old fat boy on an old fat boy.
- Sorry. - l thought you put that beast to sleep.
This fat boy ain't even reached his prime.
- Barely looks like it can reach the end of the lot. - Best bike for a long ride.
And l'd put it up against any of your pretty Dynas.
You hittin' the gay rodeo on the way?
- Yee-haw! - It's Captain Chaps.
Cowhide can take the man-hide.
Get in line, Brokeback.
- Oh, man, really? - Shit!
Aw, goddamn, man. Come on. l gotta ride behind that thing?
Shut up. You should be used to getting sprayed in the face, Prospect.
- Usually by Bobby. - Eat me, Chibs.
The thing is, l like a full scrote when I snack on someone.
- Tasty. - Oh, is that right? Yeah.
Okay, well, pretty soon you can have that.
- Are you gonna spontaneously sprout a nut? - - Boing.
- No. - What, what, what, what?
- Gettin' a neuticle. - Gettin' a what?
- You're gettin' a musical? - Musical?
A fake ball. A neuticle. It's an implant.
Give me a sense of symmetry. Balance.
Are you for real?
Oh, yeah. l'm just waitin' for the V.A. insurance to clear.
You're getting a glass ball? No, no.
It's not glass. It's like a- What is it?
lt feels real. Like, uh, soft, you know? Squishy.
Like, it's not- Like a real ball.
l don't even know- Come on. l don't even know what that means.
It's modern technoIogy.
Τry to be open here, okay? I'll be gentle.
Okay, real mature, guys.
Yeah, you're a class act, Chibs.
- What? - You don't wanna know.
Really.
- Ηey, Bobby. - Yeah?
Shoulder gonna hold up? Yeah, the shoulder's good.
Hey, uh, appreciate you takin' care of the garage while l'm gone.
- No problem. - Tell the boys they can log some O.T.
- l don't wanna get buried. - I'll keep an eye on her.
l, uh- l know she's been- She's fine.
You just worry about the cars.
They got my full attention.
What do you say, Prez? Let's go save the children.
Come on, boys!
Military surplus as cover- Wish we thought of that.
- lt's Edmond. Boy's a genius. - Oh, yeah?
Must take after his mother.
Obviously.
- Ηow do we carry? - Ten guns in each.
Roll it up. Strap it on.
Just a biker with a bedroll.
Six riders, five dozen. That's a good haul.
Runs are set up for the next three months. One every two weeks.
We try to cover as many runs as we can with charity rides.
Cops never mess with us when we're... serving humanity.
Rest of the time, travel in twos, stay off the main roads-
Should be no problem.
The 32- Real pleased the way this worked out with Sam Crow.
Well, you tell the scabby fence boys...
l'm all about the cause.
- You can tell 'em yourself. - Edmond.
Jimmy O, some of the Falcarragh crew...
might be comin' stateside, time allows.
Their day will come.
Oh, shit.
Yeah? Ηold on.
- Mail. - Just drop it there.
Anything l can do?
Ηunt down the keys to the gold Sebring. Sure, darlin'.
Right this way, sweet cheeks.
Τhanks. Hmm.
Good morning.
You looking for Sherman's?
They closed last month.
Hope it wasn't a return.
Sorry, ma'am.
'Scuse me. Are you leaving?
Are you leaving, or what?
Oh, shit!
Come on!
Oh, shit!
Hey! Who's down?
Tig! Tig!
Tig, you all right? Shit, Tig. Tig!
l got a disturbing call from a woman.
Says you pulled a gun on her.
Yeah.
Τhat's it? Just... yeah?
l didn't shoot her.
Wh-What the hell am l supposed to do with that?
You gonna hit a bank or something?
lt's what they were wearing. Who?
Oh, Jesus.
Yeah, someone dropped it in our mailbox today-
in the Sherman's bag.
Τhey're just trying to rattle you.
Sherman's. Holy shit. Zobelle.
Look, l'm sorry about the gun.
Come on. Lemme- Lemme take you home.
Τhere's somethin' l gotta do.
l'll be okay. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wanna give me the gun?
Sure. l'll return it later.
He's stable. Get him to Admitting.
- Sorry, man. - You just get patched up.
We'll come by after the drop.
l'm gonna shove that bike so far up your ass-
Gonna be just... fine.
You tend to his every beck and calI.
Wipe his goddamn ass, if that's what he wants you to do.
Call Piney. Τell him we got two bikes down. Gonna need the flatbed.
That's you. Call Piney.
l got it. I can take it.
l said l got it.
What the hell are you talkin' about, you can't take him?
Mr. Τrager has basic coverage.
He can only be admitted to a hospital in his plan.
Ηe's bIeedin' in your haIlway.
l'm sorry. We'll have to transfer him to Red Bluff.
He's stable enough to travel.
How about you give him some pain meds?
l can give him some Advil.
Ηe's got a gash the size of your attitude on his leg.
Got enough Advil for that?
Ηow much longer? There's good news and bad news.
You're stable enough to traveI.
What do you mean? Travel where?
Well, that's the bad news. We gotta move you to another hospital.
- H.M.O. bullshit! - Christ. Come on.
Stitch me up!
Sons of bitches!
Call Red Bluff. We need this guy shuttled- Quicker, the better.
- Okay. - Orderly to the blood bank.
Ηey, it's me. Run this name through your database?
Alexander Τrager.
Oh, Chief.
We're, uh, not open for a few days,
but is there something I can help you with?
Not lookin' for smokes.
l know who you are. What you do.
lf you're referring to the League of American Nationalists-
l'm not talkin' about what you do with a suit and tie.
l'm talking about what you do with the rubber masks.
l'm afraid you have me at a loss.
Things work themselves around.
Your time will come.
Τhat sounds Iike a threat.
Charming's a special town.
Not many foIks take to it.
l like to think the town chooses its occupants.
Right ones stay,
wrong ones disappear.
l hate Kaiser.
Oh, shit. That bitch still has your insurance card.
l got it.
Where the hell is that deadbeat hospital?
Find out. What do you want me to do?
Find out. Ask who's ever in there.
Clay said your task is to be my bitch.
Ηe did? Yeah. I got one request.
You leave that piece-of-shit fat boy on the side of the road.
Dude, that is my- Side of the road.
Τhat is my baby. Τhat is the first bike- No. You almost killed me.
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Get up. On your knees.
- Get off me! - Jesus!
Goddamn it! Bobby!
- Tig! Τig! - Watch my leg, you dick.
- Don't worry. We'll find you. - Bobby! Bobby!
Shit!
Damn bike.
Follow 'em!
Don't lose him.
Where the hell were you guys?
And you just let 'em-
No, no. You just wait there.
You've done enough goddamn damage today.
- What? - Bounty hunters-
Just picked up Tig.
What the hell for? They didn't stop to say.
Half-Sack's trailin' 'em. Jesus Christ.
How does that happen?
- Ask the Jew in leather. - Could have been the hospital.
Bounty hunters'll pay admins to call in names on nefarious types.
If Tig had an outstanding warrant, I'd know about it.
Might be out of state. Bounty's big enough, they could be haulin' his ass to Maine.
- We gotta go after him. - We got a delivery to make.
Hey, the bondsmen have no jurisdiction.
There's nothin' to stop us takin' him back. What's stoppin' us...
is six bedrolls full of illegal handguns.
We go after him now, we got a chance.
- He crosses state lines- - Tig was here, he'd vote to deliver the guns.
We dump the bedrolls somewhere safe. Relay gets pushed by a few hours.
We're goin'.
- Maybe we should call a vote. - Vote all you want.
l'm delivering the guns.
Goddamn it. Shit!
I got it. l got it.
- On three. - Ready?
Some days I can't even get my dick outta my pants.
That's what prospects are for.
Yeah.
You all right?
Family?
l guess.
The road helps.
Reminds me of why l signed up for all this bullshit in the first place.
Amen, bro.
We gotta go get Τig.
Τhis thing between you and Jax-
l don't know what it is, but it's pulling focus from what we are.
l'm with you either way.
He okay?
He just needs to know we've got his back.
Let's go get Tig.
Dr. Evans to first floor lounge.
- l got your page. - Chief Unser is looking for you.
ls everything okay?
You tell me.
You seem to get a Iot of visitors, both sides of the law.
Dr. Pillman, 5-3-0-7.
Chief?
Didn't mean to pulI you away from anything.
What is it?
Gemma. Something happen?
She's... out of sorts.
lt's a matter of time before she hurts someone.
Ηerself.
But l'm not sure how to help her.
She has to talk to somebody about what happened.
l tried.
You care about her.
Known her since she was 1 2.
Me and Emily Koza is the ones...
that tried to talk her out of running away.
She split when she was 1 6.
Came back 1 0 years later with a baby and a motorcycle club.
Sort of like you did, except without the baby and such.
Yeah.
You and Jax seem to be doing okay.
Yeah. We're trying to figure it out.
What do you... make of us?
The doctor and biker.
Seen stranger pairings.
Uh, excuse me.
Cardio-respiratory tech is looking for you. Thank you.
Don't think on it too hard, Doc.
Come across somethin' don't make you miserable,
enjoy it.
You guys take a break.
It's all good.
No one's gonna tell me why I got scooped up?
Nothin'?
No small talk? No "Hundred BottIes of Beer on the Wall"?
"Row, Row, Row Your Boat"?
Wow.
Wow. Okay.
l'lI start.
l'm guessin' you played college ball there, baldy.
Offensive line.
Too much of a pussy to make the pro,
- and too stupid to graduate. - Shut your mouth, asshole.
Oh, you are clearly in it because of your aggression issues.
- You hear what he said? - And you're at Ieast half a fag.
You're probably in love with him, and this job-
It's your way of staying close.
Knock it off!
We don't collect if we bring him in beaten.
lt's Oregon.
Oregon?
l've got nothing outstanding in Oregon. 2001-
Assault and indecent exposure inside a livestock transport.
Shit!
Thought that got squashed. Nope.
You skipped on a $40,000 bond.
Sick bastard.
You're dyin' to ask me, aren't you?
Go ahead.
- Bet you got half a stiffie, Oprah. - Gag him.
Mmm.
Jesus Christ! Break it up!
Okay, okay.
- Aaah! - Crazy son of a bitch.
- Get him outta here now. - Get off of me!
Get me outta here.
What are you- What are you hittin' me for?
l was cooperatin'.
Shit.
Whoo!
Where are the bounty hunters?
They got Τig maybe two miles down the road at a hotel.
Τalk to Gemma?
l tried to get ahold of her...
and let her know l was comin' up here, but nothin'.
Where the hell is she? l don't know.
Your old lady doesn't take kindly to people prying into her shit.
Yeah.
l, uh- I had Dog and Clayton lock the place up...
in case she doesn't get back.
All right. Hey.
Thanks, old man.
Sure.
Τhey got Τig in a motel about two miIes down the road. Four of 'em.
- Sporting heavy hardware. - First floor, Room 1 2.
Why did they stop at a motel? I don't know.
They beat the shit out of Τig on the side of the road. The motel was the next stop.
Τhat crazy prick must've provoked 'em.
- Can't bring him in beat up to a pulp. - So they're patchin' him up.
A'ight, let's go handle this. They hit a motel.
They got a long ride ahead of them. Τhey're gonna be there for a while.
Call up the run.
Tell the boys from Tacoma, get back down here.
That's gonna take hours. We gotta do this now.
No. He's right.
We don't know how long they're gonna keep him there. In broad daylight?
Τhis is the way we stay off the radar, right?
We're gonna be doin' runs up here every two weeks- with a blanket full of guns.
And bringin' five more guys into the mix is gonna make it low-profile?
We wait until dark. Somebody goes out for food-
We don't know they're gonna be here after dark.
We got eight on four. You heard Bobby.
Τhey're armed to the teeth. We have no idea what kind of firepower they're sittin' on.
We got handguns. We got surprise.
Call the guys. Call a vote.
You don't call a vote. Don't lay your goddamn hands on me!
Hey, you two, come on! Everybody's fried.
And it's my fault. I got Tig hurt.
Stupid shit.
But everybody's got to calm down.
Huh?
Ηave a smoke. Τake a walk.
Everybody, clear your head.
Where you goin'? You wanna get this done, jump on the back.
Τhis is bad. I got a feeling it's about to get worse.
- Chibs, Sack, come on! - What's up?
Shit kickin'. l'm in.
Whoa.
Where the hell you goin'?
Got worse quick.
We have a plan here? Ask the old man.
All right, hang on, guys.
WelI, it's a simpIe pIan.
Shit! Arm up, ladies.
Yeah!
- Let's go! - Don't move!
Or we'll blow your baIls off!
Hey, guys. Listen, I gotta tell ya-
lt's been a lot of fun. ReaIly gotta go. This is my ride.
l just wanna thank you for everything.
And hopefully we can do it again sometime.
Go! Go!
Go, go! Go!
Hello? Hey, buddy.
Good. Ηow was practice?
Oh, that's awesome, Cliffy.
I told you- You focus, shit happens, right?
Yeah. Absolutely.
Should be.
Well, you help your brother with that.
Cliffy, just get it done.
All right, buddy. All right.
See you Iater.
You think l got a death wish?
Sounds like some crazy shit, brother.
- No comment? - Just a little cautious, I guess.
Not sure what I say ain't gonna land in Clay's ear.
- What the hell does that mean? - You tell me, bro.
Don't drag me into whatever bullshit you got goin' on with step-daddy, all right?
Yeah.
l know you're pissed, but the guys were right this time.
Τhat motel was a quick stop.
l would have been in Oregon by the end of the day. Take him to St. Thomas.
Ηopefully that's in your plan.
You know, this isn't on Jax. It was my idea.
Just have to blame it on the, uh,
dementia.
Oh, shit.
Gonna be a long ride, Tigger.
Got another straw?
There you go.
Guys are one short. Yeah, we laid a bike down outside of Chico.
We got all the cargo though.
l figured it'd be Tig. Is he whole?
Yeah. We're perfect.
All right, guys, pack it up.
Hey, all cool, brother.
Right.
Yeah, man.
Right on.
Cool.
They're good.
Strap those on tight.
Gemma?
It's Wayne.
Hey.
Oh, yeah. Right.
You do know the serial number's been ground off that.
Anonymity suits me.
Prefer it didn't end up in your bag again.
Not sure l can make that promise.
l got no idea how to help you, Gemma.
All l can do is my job.
l ain't gonna let nothin' else bad happen to you.
Yeah.
Okay.
Night. Night.
Easy there, darIin'.
That one's got a glass ball.
lt's actually a crystal ball.
Allows me to see the future of my penis.
Ηow's that workin' out for you?
lt's doin' pretty good.
You roll a shitty-assed joint.
A masterpiece.
We get back, l'm gonna lock Jax and Clay in a room.
Gotta work this shit out. It's more than that.
Jax has gotta get over his dead daddy shit.
Bollocks. Clay can't deal with the fact he's gettin' older...
and the kid's pushin' him out.
Clay's not goin' anywhere.
l didn't know what the old man was up to till we were crashin' through.
l don't give a shit about today.
Where does this go tomorrow?
Next week?
Where's what go?
Your need to undermine my every goddamn play.
l got no need to undermine you.
Τhings I call out are about the club. Nah.
About you and me.
Yeah. Maybe they are.
Guess I gotta get right with you-
What you did.
Yeah.
You do.
Well, you got decades of experience.
Why don't you tell me how I do that?
How l get right with you tryin' to kill a brother behind the club's back-
Your little trigger boy blowin' an innocent woman's head off?
WelI,
you're gonna have to figure that out for yourself, Son.
But...
l'd do it soon.
'Cause if you mention Donna or the incident again,
l'll kill ya.