l finished it.
What do you want me to say?
Υou keep saying you want to change things,
but you keep repeating old behavior.
Can't have it both ways.
ls there anything you love so much...
you'd protect it no matter the cost?
Τhe damage it did to you? Yeah.
Yeah, a child. Yeah.
Τhat's how I feel about this club.
Since l was five, Τara, all l ever wanted was a Harley and a cut.
Look, change won't happen quick...
or without blood,
but it'll happen.
lt has to.
l'll see you later.
You get any sleep?
Not much.
That fight with Jax- It's my problem.
Donna?
Don't matter why.
Had to happen.
What? Him challenging me-
lt's in his D.N.A.
Maybe you're right.
Ghost of his old man haunting him.
And how does that play out?
Guess we'll find out.
l want to do a dinner tonight. Everyone.
Not a good time. It's the perfect time.
We need it.
Do what you gotta do.
What did you tell Stahl?
Τhere's nothing to tell. Bullshit!
A.Τ.F.'s looking into Zobelle and the Irish.
She's not digging into SAMCRO.
She's just doing her job. She wants the supplier.
l got no delusions about us being on the same side,
but we both know that Zobelle and this Α.T.F. bitch are bad for Charming.
You were right. Zobelle doesn't make mistakes.
He's protected. Oh, my God.
A.Τ.F. can't touch the League.
F.B.l.'s looking into white hate.
Right. That's why Stahl needs us.
And why would the feds need you?
Sons just being mechanics and all.
Big picture, Deputy.
Look at it.
Sometimes I feel it when I walk.
Other than that, back to normal.
ls it gay that I want to see it?
Gay curious. Come on. Drop 'em.
Showtime.
ls it supposed to be that swollen?
- Think so. - They look uneven.
One nut's always bigger than the other one. It's like-
Really? Yeah.
Well, l- l think mine are equally huge, man.
- Hey, buddy. - What's going on?
l shouldn't have to see that.
- The new ball. - I gather.
Congrats. Thanks.
What's up?
We need to take a look at this thing with Clay and Jax.
l heard they got into it at County.
- lt was brutal, man. - Shit's been brewing for months-
Since Donna.
You think Donna's death's got something to do with their beef?
No. Started way before.
What do you think they're fighting about?
- Jax pushing for change. - Τhat kind of beef is good for this club.
lt keeps us current. What's going on between them is much uglier.
And if it keeps going, it's gonna hurt us-
worse than Zobelle and the A.T.F.
We gotta dig into them.
- We gotta get to the truth. - I can talk to Jax.
You two been bumping heads. He'll tell me.
Ηe knows l want to help.
All right.
Τigger, you should talk to Clay.
Υeah. Okay.
We have got to find out what's going on.
Bring it to the table, and we get past this shit.
lt's on us to fix this.
Hey.
What?
We're just downloading to the prospect.
And his new swollen nut.
Υeah. Welcome back, shithead.
Chinese just called. They want a sit-down.
l gotta head out to Caracara.
Where's Clay?
Appreciate you helping us out.
You got my word- We ain't gonna burn you on the bail.
Well, you can thank your wife.
Reminded me we were just a couple of kids from a small town.
l might need your help protecting our small town.
From what? Jacob Hale.
Ηe's been using his clout on city council.
ln the last year, he's changed three city charters,
giving more power to the mayor.
Mayor gig's pretty much ceremonial.
Not anymore.
The post has full veto authority over town policy,
including eminent domain decisions.
Sheesh.
Guess who's running for mayor.
Hale. Wants your timberland.
l gotta run against him. lt's the only way to protect this.
l need your help.
Sam Crow has sway over this town.
Υou in my corner, I got a shot.
Well, there's something I need from you.
Piece of land, access road, power.
Something off the radar. Guns?
Υou don't ever need to know.
Show of good faith.
lt's the knife with your fingerprints on it...
we used to kill the scumbag raped your little girl.
l know what it is.
l ain't got nothing on you now.
From here on out, we gotta trust each other.
Just the good word of two honest men.
No, that's not gonna happen.
- Can you call Opie? - What happened?
Someone broke in.
Stole our H.D. camera and my laptop.
l had three rough cuts on it. Shit.
What happened to the guard dog l bought you?
See for yourself.
lt's okay, sweetie. No one's gonna hurt you. Never.
Oh, man.
Lyla's scared.
She wants Ope.
Okay.
Ηungry? Dim sum's better than good head. What do you want, Lin?
Last time we visited one of your restaurants,
we were throwing shots at each other. Why l wanted to see you.
We need guns. Our distributor is temporarily off-line.
lf it was the feds that shut your guy down, we're not interested.
lt wasn't A.Τ.F.- I.N.S.
He's having a little trouble getting into the country.
We know you deal AKs.
We'll pay double, all you can get us.
As a show of good faith-
a gift.
Come on.
Oh, shit.
- Hey, guys. - What the hell happened to his hands?
My sexual proclivities-
They took their toll on Mr. Lin.
Can't grab it, can't pull it.
- l accept that. - Jesus Christ, man.
Τurns out you only need two fingers to work a calculator.
He paid off his debt,
but, uh, my new son-in-law's an accountant.
Told my daughter I'd give him the job.
So, Chuck is all yours.
Τhanks. We'Il pass.
Thought he was a friend of yours. l am.
Otto and me are best friends.
- Let you know about the guns. - Please, Clay.
lf you don't take me, they're just gonna kill me.
You're already dead in my book, Chucky. Come on, Clay.
Lin's a psycho. Oh, hey, hey, hey, hey.
- W-We'll take him. - What?
He can, uh- He can do the books at Caracara.
lt'll free Bobby up. Get up.
Come on.
Now, are we really going to the Irish for the AKs...
knowing that Stahl's onto them?
We don't know anything Stahl says is true.
That bitch'll tell you anything to get what she wants. We'll go to Edmond's.
We'll feel it out.
lf he's got the guns, we'll figure out a safe way to make the transaction.
lf he doesn't, then we'll know he's selling to Zobelle.
Be right there. That was Jax.
- Gotta go to Caracara. - Hey, I'm gonna need you guys.
You stay available. Okay.
- Υeah. - Hey. Take Chucky.
Go on. Go on.
What?
Come on. Open the door for him.
Fiona?
Morning.
Jesus.
What the hell are you doing here?
l heard about what happened.
We were worried.
That's from Kerrianne.
Υou alone?
Doesn't matter. Came to see you.
Ηow are you feeIing?
Like l was blown up.
Doctor says l'm healing.
l'm glad.
Bad idea, your coming here.
Hmm. My life's a series of bad ideas, lovey.
Υeah.
Sleep.
That dog cost me four grand.
And that was a $1 0,000 camera.
The camera's insured. The rough cuts-
worth 1 0 times as much.
- This had to be Georgie, right? - Of course it was.
Look pretty cozy.
Yeah. I think they're kinda cute.
Reminds me of me and Otto.
- She okay? - I think so.
Who did this? Shit that's missing- It's gotta be Caruso.
Let's go.
See you later? Yeah.
Ηey. What time does Gemma want us for dinner?
Oh. 8:00.
Gemma's having a potluck. Wants us all there.
Sounds like a good idea.
l, uh- I got Kenny and Ellie.
Bring 'em.
Lyla?
She's been helping me out.
- You serious about it? - I don't know.
- Kids like her. - You hitting it?
- Come on, Bobby. - No.
We're just hanging out. Dude, she's a porn star.
Your point? My point is, she's a porn star.
Υou gotta hit it.
What do you know about hooking up with porn stars?
Just what l heard.
Υou know, it can get, like-
Υou know, I have been around. You know, I mean, it's like-
You know, i-it gets crazy sometimes. You know?
Υou should bring her to dinner tonight, man.
Yeah. Gemma won't mind. Come on.
Right.
Hey. What the hell, dude?
l forgot. Shit. It's a gift from the Chinese.
- Figured he could help with the books. - Nice to see you.
Wow. Τhey chopped them off?
That is deep shit, man.
- l'm still adjusting. - Does that mean you can't-
Well, I'm very thick, so, yes, masturbation is pretty much impossible.
- Τhat's gotta suck. - l'm very indebted to all of you.
Lin's been out of his mind.
Why is that? He's losing turf to the Mexicans.
Heroin? Yeah.
Mayans took over everything south of Water Street.
- Τhat's why they need the guns. - Ηe's pushing in on Niners turf.
What does that mean for us?
Georgie's studio is halfway to Oaktown.
Maybe we should check in on Laroy.
Come with us, Chucky.
We'll put you to use. I accept that.
Late night at the pub?
ln the future, l'd appreciate a little heads-up before you fellas drop in.
Where are the Russian AKs, man?
- Sold 'em. - To who?
Guessing you wouldn't want us telling other customers who you were.
Our deal was we move your handguns, you sell us the AKs.
When we get more, you'll be the first to know.
Τhat's bullshit, man.
You don't mind if l take another look around, do you?
Don't take kindly to your suspicions. It's okay. It's okay.
lt's okay.
We just got an unexpected order, and we was hoping to fill it is all.
- Next time. - Yeah.
Those guns are in that house, man. I know.
Means they're selling to Zobelle. We keep eyes on him.
Zobelle's crew shows up, we take our guns back.
Sack, you got first shift.
Right.
Aye. Τhey were pissed.
Clay backed 'em off, but he knew something was up.
We sure about this, Dad? We haven't even cleared it with Jimmy O.
Yeah. Yeah, okay.
l'lI Iet you know.
Morning, Iovey.
Υour dad?
Υeah.
Who's Jimmy O?
Ηe's no one you'd ever want to meet.
Υou're a long way from home, sweetheart.
Υes, l am.
Why? I was worried about him.
Could have sent flowers.
Just needed to see him, Gemma.
We are in a shit storm here.
The last thing we need is you turning him inside out.
Hello.
Dr. Knowles, Fiona Larkin. Nice to meet you.
l'm afraid I.C.U. is for immediate family members only.
She is famiIy.
l'm his wife.
Pardon me?
What do you need? I called Mr. Caruso about watching my reel.
Mutilation fetish.
Wait here.
Ηe's here.
Not interested.
- l got something else. - Mother-
Hey. Ηey! Get out.
Now.
No.
How does that feel, you dead bitch?
- Hey! - Come in, O.J.
Get us the camera-
Before my boy here crushes his throat.
Get the goddamn camera.
l'll cover him.
l'm guessing this one's ours.
But maybe we should take both just in case.
All my shit's on that one.
- Τhis one? - You son of a bitch.
Don't.
That's for killing the dog, you psycho piece of shit.
Υou think this is how it works?
You idiots can just crash in here and take stuff from me?
Υou got no idea. You white-trash morons.
- Υou got no- - Lyla's with me now.
Υou touch her, call her,
even think about her-
l'll kill you.
Come on, Chucky boy. I think we owe you a drink.
Υeah. Two fingers of tequila.
Υeah, humor's very healing.
l'll bet Georgie could use a drink and a laugh.
What do we do here?
l didn't know Chibs was married.
Υeah, they never got divorced.
lt's been a long time since they were together.
l'm sensing she's not a favorite.
There have been three women I'm afraid of-
My mother, my third-grade math teacher,
and that Irish bitch.
Ηey, where's Chibs at? His insurance shit?
He'll be off critical in a day or two.
He'll have to finish his recovery at Stockton. That can't happen.
Not with her around. He can't be out of our sight.
Τhere's nothing I can do. There's always something we can do.
Do you have the paperwork for-
Do you see that redhead?
Margaret Murphy, Chief Administrator.
She has been up my ass about the club.
l try anything, she'll be all over it.
Can't happen.
Going down?
Υes, ma'am.
Where's the van?
Jax and the guys took it.
Jesus Christ.
Son of a bitch. Hey, this thing with Jax, man-
l mean, you haven't said much.
ls it that Donna thing? That's part of it.
Anything I can do? Doubt it.
Shit's already got you spun around.
What-What does that mean? Killing Donna-
lt's flipped some switch in you.
Not even sure that patch makes sense.
Υou think l can't make the hard call?
With-With all the shit that I've done for you and this club?
lt's not about the shit you've done.
It's about the shit you may have to do. I can do my job.
Good to know.
- Yeah? - Weston just got here. One other guy.
Follow the guns. Right.
Call everybody.
What do you want? Laroy. Won't mind us dropping by.
Ηey, wait here.
We know the way.
Pardon me. Orange Fanta, please.
Oh, shit.
New owners.
- We should go. - Yeah.
Weston has the guns up ahead at the rest stop. lt Iooks Iike they're waiting for a pickup.
Where is everyone?
Get 'em on the phone. I want 'em here!
All right.
Probably should have called ahead...
and made sure Laroy was home.
That would've been the smart play.
That's gotta be Clay, wondering where the hell we are.
Υeah.
Ηeard things got pretty out of hand in County.
Υou and me always been able to talk about shit.
Not IateIy.
Υeah.
Τhink maybe it's got something to do with this beef you got going with Clay.
Maybe if l knew what it was- It's about keeping shit contained.
What the hell is that supposed to mean?
Υou're getting in deeper with Clay.
l don't know, Ope.
l feel like l'm losing all my friends.
Laroy don't live here no more, ese.
Yeah, we put that together. Where'd you get the Russian hardware?
New friends, opportunities.
Υou got a point to make, make it quick.
My mom's expecting us for dinner.
l'm not invited?
l might need someone to bus a few tables.
You tell Clay that bullshit truce we had is off the table.
Every state, every charter-
Mayans are no friends of.
Get 'em outta here.
- And take their cuts. - That ain't gonna happen.
You will lay it at my feet, cabron. Pull the trigger, man.
Τhat's the only way this Ieather's coming off my back.
Summer of love may be over, jefe,
but killing the mother charter's V.P.?
Well, you might wanna think about that move.
Next time a Son walks into Mayan territory,
they don't walk out.
Aw, shit.
What do we know?
Know she's dead. Beaten to death.
Saw some wood splinters. Probably a bat.
Call for a body wagon.
What the hell?
- Right there! - Do not move!
Easy.
Think you may have accidentally picked up our order.
Υeah, these are definitely our cigars.
Something funny, white boy?
lt's just amazing how bad your timing is.
Oh, shit.
Drop it, drop it, drop it, drop it!
Let's go! Move! Come on!
Move!
- Shit! l want the guns! - Clay!
- Come on! - Cover him!
Clay!
Come on, let's go! Move! Go!
Come on.
Go, go, go!
Jesus Christ! How the hell did that happen?
They follow you? Not sure. We whole?
Load 'em!
l'll follow you to the delivery. No.
Zobelle wants to do this personally.
Υou should head back to the cigar shop...
before something else goes wrong.
And you should adjust your attitude.
Τhought you were bringing a salad. I've been busy.
What?
Τhis is a hostile work environment claim...
filed against me and my proxy by Margaret Murphy.
Are you kidding me?
What a bunch of pussies.
Υou threatened her.
l had a passionate conversation with her in the elevator.
This is my livelihood!
Do you have any idea how hard l've worked to get to where l am?
Υeah, l get it.
Do you? Τhis could cost me my goddamn job!
Τhe club is the club. My life is my life. Stay out of it!
Hey.
Perfect. Serving hand jobs for dessert?
That's real nice in front of the kids.
Lyla, where you going?
Ηome! l am tired of taking abuse, Ope.
That doctor's an arrogant bitch.
Sorry.
Thanks, brother.
Jesus Christ. Here we go.
Dinner with Mom.
Weston almost lost the guns to Sam Crow.
Ηe got all bent out of shape when he couIdn't deliver them to you.
Mr. Weston does a lot of things very well,
but understanding the need for this type of relationship evades him.
Τhat's not necessary.
Τhis is the third delivery you haven't let me pay for.
That's not the way business is done.
l'm a venture capitalist, Mr. Alvarez.
l'm investing in the future of your organization.
Talk to your associates in Stockton and Pelican Bay.
They'll assure you I'm a fair player...
and a good friend to have.
l wilI.
Can you ease up on Lyla? She's just-
l know. Doing her best.
Trust me. I keep hanging out with this family,
l may be sucking cock to pay my bills too.
What the hell's the matter with you?
Ask your mother.
- What happened? - Come on, everybody.
Come on. Let's sit down.
Where the hell were you?
What are you talking about? l got two guys laying in hospital beds...
and the rest of you decide not to pick up your goddamn phone?
We were neck deep in our own pile of shit.
Well, we almost got killed trying to take back our guns, man.
Club business. Not here, asshole.
Whoa! Whoa! Hey! Hey! Hey!
l mean it! Come on! I mean it!
- All right. - Hey, they were helping me, Clay.
We had some payback to deliver at Caracara.
Well, hopefully it went a little better than the TrammeI task.
Aw, blow me, shithead. Excuse me!
Sorry to interrupt.
l figured I should tell you this in person.
We just found Luann Delaney off County 1 8.
Beaten to death.
There's no other details right now.
l'm sorry.
Did you cause this?
What are you talking about? Payback...
at Caracara?
This is on me, Clay. And me too.
- What did you idiots do? - I'm not talking to you, asshole.
Come on, Bobby. Come on!
See what you're doing to this cIub?
l'm serious, man! Do you see what you're doing to this club?
l was risking my ass for this club!
Bullshit. You're as blind as you are crippled.
No. Τhe blind guy's in jail with no wife...
'cause you just got her killed!
l'm not the one murdering women!