"What?" "Stahl's been locked in a room with the F.B.l. two hours now." "No idea what's goin' on." "What about Weston?" "Still waitin' to hear from the D.A." "Sorry." "You should go on back to the clubhouse." "They're gonna need you there." "All right." "You come home to me." "Sack, stay with my mom and Tara." "Absolutely." "Thanks, bro." "All right?" "Yeah." "Our two-fingered witness, Chuck Marstein, is a felon." "History of fraud." "Unreliable witness." "Weston walks." "I am not handing this guy over to Clay." "Well" "Chief, I need to talk to you." "Uh, talk to my deputy." "He's in charge." "Right this way." "What the hell happened in there?" "The F.B.l. is cutting Zobelle loose." "Jesus Christ!" "Ηe had a key of heroin, copped to trafficking." "Τhis is bullshit." "Welcome to my life, Wayne." "Ηey" " Ηey, hey." "Please." "Please." "Zobelle is not just dealing guns and dope." "That scumbag... had Gemma Τeller beaten... and gang-raped." "Jesus Christ." "I need something to tell the club, to tell Gemma." "This guy just skates away." "Ethan Zobelle..." "is an F.B.I. informant." "A rat?" "Mm-hmm." "For three years now." "Ηe can tie the dirty deeds of his organization to the rich and mighty- judges, clergymen, a few senators- as well as naming the Aryan shot callers." "He's a gold mine, and he knows it." "He keeps churning a profit while the feds fatten their case." "No wonder this guy struts around like King Farouk." "Ηe's untouchable." "And the wheels ofjustice keep turning, don't they?" "Comfortable?" "What?" "Bad news for law enforcement." "Weston and Zobelle are both walking'." "How?" "Chucky's testimony don't hold up, and Zobelle has been workin' for the F.B.l. all along." "A rat?" "Trading senators and A.B. shot callers." "Τhanks." "Get to Otto." "Ηave him send word up the ranks." "Gets us protected inside again." "Stops any Aryan backlash once we drop Weston." "Ηey!" "Weston's mine." "I know." "Jax." "Right." "I need you to stay with him back at the house." "Okay." "Got it." "My guys will escort you... wherever you need to go." "Τhat won't be necessary." "Holy shit." " Alvarez." " Brown's protecting their investment, huh?" "There's not gonna be another battle in Charming." "Too late." "War's already started." "Not gonna wash your hands?" "Ain't you wondering why your boss was locked up, why he ain't now?" "Ηe's not my boss..." "or my concern." "I'd probably feel the same way... if I found out I was workin' for a rat." "The guy in the suit that walked them out of here?" "He's not a lawyer." "F.B.I. handler." "Informant?" "Three years." "We can't touch him." "Why are you telling me this?" "The hate you got in your heart for color?" "Multiply it by 1 0, point it at yourself, Zobelle, and hang my name on it." "I hope you rip each other to shreds." "We were just, uh, saying our good-byes." "Eyewitness was unreliable." "D.A. is not pursuing charges." "You're free to go." "I can't prove what you did to Gemma Teller, and handing you over to Clay would be a satisfying consolation." "fortunately for you, I'm a cop actually bound by the law." "You stay local, SAMCRO will kill you." "I can't leave without my boys." "Maybe I can arrange a visit." "How are you gettin' by?" "Ten percent vision." "It's, uh, lightened the work detail." "Resigned to, uh, books on tape." "It's time for retribution, bro." "We got some intel the Aryan shot callers are gonna want to know." "Okay." "Come on." "You can eat that in the car." "What?" "I wanna see." "Who was that?" "Weston." "Ηe knows you're working with the F.B.I." "Said you're a dead man." "What do we do, Dad?" "Adjust and adapt, like we always do." "When I became... obliged to the F.B.l., it was inevitable that my shift in alliances... would be exposed." "We were prepared." "Witness Protection?" "No." "Wit Pro is a fantasy." "It was never an option." "We'll go home." "We'Il regroup." "God will lead us to the next right place." "Home?" "Budapest?" "We'll be safe and comfortable there." "I'll have a chance to rebuild." "It won't take long for this news to get out on the streets." "When it does, our Mexican cohorts will not be compelled... to- give us assistance." "We should leave now." "I will charter a jet out of Sacramento." "Today?" "Well, we have no choice." "I have to go back to the house." "Why?" "Pack." "All my stuff is here." "I just can't leave." "You're going to see him." "I have to." "You are smarter than that." "Daddy, I have done everything you've asked me to." "Everything!" "I believe in you." "I love you." "But I need to do this." "I'll be back in an hour." "So, where we at?" "I cleared out Floyd and everyone else in the potential line of fire." "Look." "Ηelping SAMCRO, it's about Gemma." "I get it." "But if these guys open up on Main Street?" "I gotta call the sheriff." "Whoa, whoa." "Τhis is Charming business." "Ηey, look at this." "If this goes south, we can't contain it." "All right?" "Τhis is the goddamn Wild West!" "You put me in charge." "I'm calling." "Downloaded Otto." "Weston out yet?" "Yeah." "Ηale got Eglee to give him an escort out of town." "Makin' a stop to see his kids first." "Sanwa C.F.S." "I'll catch him at Family Services." "Ηey." "No harm to my officer." "Yeah." "Let's go, brother." "Ηey." "And me." "I'll handle the rest." "Ηey." "Stop right there." "That's far enough." "Just want a discussion, man." "Ηe's clean." "Don't know what the drama's all about, ese." "Just buying a few cigars." "Our truce?" "Null and void." "You need to buy cigars someplace else." "I'm not staying long." "Just showing a new friend out of town." "Your new friend?" "Ηe hurt my club, and my town, and my family." "You got no idea who you crawled into bed with." "Send your crew home, Clay." "Let me do what I gotta do." "Or I'll call in another charter." "We can turn Main Street into Día de los Muertos." "Why didn't you tell him Zobelle's a rat?" "'Cause he'd kill him, and that's mine." "Intellect throws each man back upon himself... into a solitude from which he looks out with absolutely strange eyes... on society." "And if the spectacle touches him, if it rouses interest and compassion, his feeling will be for those tender ones of the great human flock... when the shepherds shear, and starve, and sell," "but do not feed." "Imperfect education makes the rank and file of revolutionists;" "but from time to time a leader steps down to them... out of the highest circles- a Mirabeau, a Rochefort, a Prince Krapotkine." "The desire of the sons of anarchy is, indeed, to dispense with leaders;" "for since all men in the formula are equal, it is unreasonable that one should lead rather than another." "This... is from me." "You've reached the end of side one." "Please turn over the tape." "Here we go." "What the hell is he doing with his kid?" "Shit." "He's taking the kid with him." "Call Unser." "Find out what's going on." " Your cell's ringing." " Get out here." "Hey, come on!" "Yeah, yeah. I'm comin'." "Go." "Hello?" "Eddie, it's Da." "Da, where the hell" "Just listen, boy." "Picked up a tail." "Gotta be feds." "Probably on you too." "Meet at the place." "We'll talk safe." "One hour." "No trace." "Wants to meet at the wharf." "Let's go." "Move." "It's time." "Let's make the Mexicans feel welcome." "You and the Nomads, keep an eye on things." "Rest of us, clubhouse." "Call you when they get restless." "Would be a good time to take our ride." "We have to wait for Polly." "Hey, I'm all about family, man, but Clay ain't the kind of guy that rolls over." "May not get this window again." "We wait." "Yeah." "Okay." "Cool." "So they gave Weston... a supervised visit with his kid," "Unser's cop as chaperone." "And he took him for ink." "Perfect." "Guess little Cliffy couldn't go." "Ηe's in a psych eval." "Go figure." "Weston, two inkers, two customers, the kid and the cop." "Freddy a friend?" "Think so." "We gotta get Weston away from his kid." "Yeah." "Make the call." "Can you get that, baby?" "This is Freddy." "It's Opie, Sam Crow." "Need a favor." "The guy on your table?" "club wants him." "He raped a member's mother." "Need to get him clear of the kid and the cop." "In five minutes, give him a reason to go to the bathroom." "Think you can do that, Freddy?" "I got no problem with that." "Club will owe you one." "Come on." "Let's go." "Good?" "Shit!" "Come on!" "Sorry, man." "We're okay." "You should go rinse that off though." "Ηey, Duke." "You gotta piss?" "Shit." "Jesus." "It's okay, Dukie." "Get rid of him." "Ηead back, Dukie." "I gotta talk to these guys." "Say nothing, no matter what happens." "You understand?" "You don't ever talk to the cops." "I love you." "He never sees this." "Da." "A.T.F. has me." "Go." "Said they were gonna tell Jimmy I was a rat." "I didn't help!" "Now, listen to me, boy." "Gotta convince Jimmy you'd do anything for the cause." "Yeah, okay!" "What do I do?" "Kill that A.Τ.F. bitch." "Don't care how you do it." "Just get it done." "How do I- She's a fed." "This is the call, boy." "This is you being a man." "Figure it out." "Do it." "Let me know when it's done." "Hey, hey!" "Very, very sneaky, Eddie." "Very sneaky and very stupid." "It's the only way I could get him to come in." "Told him the safe house was clear." "Gonna meet me there, one hour." "Good boy." "Hey, whoa, whoa" "My da's smart." "Ηe's got scanners, detectors." "Ηe sees anyone, hears anything, he'll know it's a trap." "Yeah, well, I can't exactly trust you alone, now, can I?" "Τhen just you." "No one else." "Okay." "Come on." "It's done." "I'm so proud of you." "Me too." "Where are we at?" "Puerto Ricans watching Zobelle." "Where's my mom?" "Ηer and, uh, Tara are getting supplies." "Sack's with them." "You're a good son." " Sons." " Sons." "Sons." "Give me those." "I'm driving." "Okay." "That blonde." "She's the one you chased." "Who is she, Gemma?" "Zobelle's daughter." "She's the one who told me her baby was choking." "Hit me over the head." "Where are we going?" "Forward, sweetheart." "You take milk?" "I think I might be sick." "Go." "What are you gonna do with that?" "Box you put me in, give me no choice." "Shh, shh, shh." "Put the gun down." "Wha" " Oh!" "Jesus!" "What the" "Blanks." "We knew the gun was there." "Knew that the cell phone was at the wharf." "We've been one step ahead, Eddie." "And now... I'm gonna send Daddy a text... from your phone... telling him that I am dead... and that it's safe... to come around and pick you up." "Why'd you let me take it this far?" "You could've just told me, sent the text." "I was curious." "Wanted to see if you had the balls." "But you didn't." "I guess Da raised a little Irish pussy." "Oh!" "Shit." "Stahl, we heard shots over the wire." "Give us a status update." "Over." "Those were the blanks." "I guess old Edmond here had the nerve after all." "I sent a message to Cameron, so keep the streets clear... and disengage the wire, go radio silence." "I don't want a scanner or a $20 R.F. detector... taking this operation." " We gotta go... now." " She'll be back soon." "I got guys out there with outstanding warrants." "Those sheriffs start running plates, you're gonna lose half your escort." "What are we doing here, Gemma?" "That rape would've destroyed most women, but it made you stronger, wiser, compassionate." "And whatever it is you think you have to do, you're past it." "My son, my husband, their brothers" "They're out there risking their lives, their freedom, for me." "This is how I do my part." "God's put her in my path so I can fix that part of me... that they ripped open." "I'm supposed to do this." "Jesus." "Do you even hear what you're saying?" "Get my grandson home safe." "Love you, Τara." "I'm glad you're with my boy." "Gemma, please don't do this." "It'll be okay." "I'll be okay." "Hey." "Where's she going?" "Stay here." "She may need to get out fast." "Aw, shit." "Edmond?" "Eddie?" "It's me." "Edmond, are you here?" "Where are you?" "Eddie?" "Oh, God." "Put down the gun." "You're the one that killed him." "Turn around." "Turn around!" "Bloody day for both of us." "Push the gun on the floor." "Was she involved in the rape?" "I'm sorry that that happened to you." "And now what happens?" "Go." "I'll give you some time to slip away." "Why would you do that?" "At least see your family before we pick you up." "But head out the back, avoid my guys in the front." "I'm giving you a chance." "Go." "Hey." "What are you doing?" "You need to put down the gun." "Huh." "Goddamn." "You are a smart bitch." "Clock's tickin', darlin'." "This is Stahl." "Status update." "Cameron Ηayes never showed." "The girlfriend, Polly Zobelle, did." "I told Edmond to get rid of her, but before he could," "Clay Morrow's old lady followed her in, armed." "She sucker punched me, took my gun, shot the girl in the chest." "Edmond panicked, ran for the door." "Gemma shot him in the back with my weapon." "He's dead." "She took off." "I couldn't stop her." "Oh, Mother Mary." "Shit!" "Eddie." "Oh, shit!" "My boy!" "Oh, shit." "No sign of any suspects in the yard." "Hey, we're going, with or without you." "I'm ready." "Can you please... leave one of your men here in case Polly shows up?" "Yeah." "Okay." "It's, uh, ready and waiting." " Yeah." " Wayne." "I need a little help." "What's the matter, darlin'?" "Where are you?" "I'm on the lam." "We've got company." "Yee-hah!" "Shit!" "Alvarez!" "Take off, or we finish this!" "Let's go." "Let's go!" "Go get King Whitey." "Okay, kids." "Grab a snack." "I think I'm gonna get some ice cream." "Yep, that's his car." "Check it out." "All right." "Hey, kids." "Guys- Guys, come here." "Oh, yeah." "He's in there." "Ηe's surrounded with a busload of kids." "Probably calling for backup." "Maybe the sheriff's." " Who gives a shit?" " Those kids clear, we kill him." "Yeah." "Jax?" "It's just me." "Where's Gemma?" "I don't know." "Feds raided the house." "I had to leave." "Oh, shit!" "You better call Jax." "Hey." "Uh, I didn't want to bother you with this." "What's the matter?" "It's Gemma." "She followed Zobelle's daughter and" "Tara?" "Τara!" "What?" "Tara!" " What?" " Something's wrong." "I gotta go." " l'm with you, brother." " Yeah." "Me too." "Τhe weapon." "What are you doing?" "What do you want?" "Gemma killed my Eddie." "Figured maybe... I'd kill an old lady, even the score." "Don't get brave, boyo." "Sit." "Sit!" "There we are." "Son for a son." "Seems about right." " No!" " Don't!" "Please." "No!" "Wait." "No!" "Oh, please!" "Oh!" "Oh, my- Oh!" "Please." "No!" "Line one, Chief." " Yeah?" " Clay and his men attacked me." "I am trapped." "Deli Mart, Tyler Creek and Stallion." "Bad day for the Zobelles to leave Charming." "Feds found your daughter shot to death... in some shit hole in Galt." "I'll get the sheriffs right out there." "You want the Sanwa sheriff?" "Nah." "Τhat's it." "Kids are finishing up." "Convince the locals to buy their snacks someplace else." "Tell the deli clerk to take a break." "Done." "Oh!" "Oh!" "My baby." "Τara!" "Shit." "Oh, Jesus Christ!" "Oh, baby." " Are you okay?" " He took Abel." "What?" " Who took him?" " That Irishman I patched up." "Oh!" "Cameron." " Hey, come on, you guys." " Get on the bus." "Everything all right?" "I need you." "We gotta go." "What?" "What are you talking about?" "Zobelle's unprotected." "Irish took my grandson." "Son of a bitch!" "is it just you then this afternoon?" "Yes." "My, uh, daughter will not be joining me." "Oh, I'm sorry." "Well" "We... adjust... and adapt, yes?" "Local police struck out." "It looks like Gemma's in the wind." "Any idea where we're headed?" "No." "He took my son!"