Sons of Anarchy

Previously on "Sons of Anarchy"...

- Jax: Hey, Jury. - Jury: Good to see you, Jax.

Jax: I'm gonna move redwood into more legitimate enterprises.

I want us out of guns.

Gemma: You told Wendy I was hiding you from the club?

- What else? - Juice: That they want me dead.

Gemma: You got to go soon. Jax is out.

Any luck with Tara's case?

Evidence? Suspects? Anything?

Unfortunately, no. It's been very difficult finding people willing to cooperate.

Althea Jarry's taking over the sheriff's office tomorrow.

She could benefit from your history lessons.

I'm afraid my badge and gun days got flushed away a long time ago.

Samcro's throwing me a little homecoming bash tonight.

Why don't you join us? Bring your family, your crew.

I think maybe I can convince my guys to roll by.

Get up.

The night Tara was killed,

I got a real good look at that guy that was in the house.

It was him.

You killed my wife.

I missed this, you know?

Yeah.

Me, too.

I'll bet you wish that you never bought me that drink.

Your life would be a whole lot simpler.

Simple but not as fun.

- We find who we supposed to find, mama. - Yeah.

Guess so.

Wendy: Mom. Dad.

Gemma: Morning.

Coffee's hot.

Wendy: (Sighs) You know, you shouldn't be smoking around the boys.

Nero: I tell her that.

Gemma: I got Abel down to half a pack a day.

Oh... all right.

Wendy: Oh, hey. Did you know about Abel starting pre-k?

Gemma: Yeah, Tara mentioned it.

- This place any good? - Wendy: Yeah.

Pilgrim Grove. It's really progressive.

Meaning?

Meaning he should go, Gemma.

This isn't the family being lazy.

This is the beginning of his education.

Gemma: Yeah.

Okay.

Well, the deposit's due today. You should go check it out.

No, no, you go. I'll write the check.

I don't have a car.

Nero: This Pilgrim... it's, uh...

- it's by quail lake, right? - Wendy: Yeah.

Nero: I'm headed over to Stockton.

- Uh, I can give you a lift. - Wendy: Yeah?

- Thanks. - Gemma: Good.

Good. I'm gonna go out back and, uh,

give the azaleas cancer.

Nero: She grows on you.

Rat boy: Shit, man.

We been here for over four hours.

- You think Connor was wrong? - Tig: I think you should stop whining.

I'm just saying, what if Lin ain't moving his shit today?

What if you stopped asking questions?

What if you weren't such a dick?

What if, when we're done here, we go to your house and I rape your mama?

What if you find her on top of your dad

slamming a big black dildo in his ass

while he's calling out my name?

- Nice touch. - Thanks.

Juice: How'd you know I was here?

Unser: I didn't. I, uh...

saw your backpack in the closet. Uh...

seemed out of place.

You, uh...

You hiding from the club?

About Tara?

No.

Old sins.

How'd you land here?

Oh.

Wendy just got out.

Only other people with keys are me and Gemma.

What are we doing here, son?

You can go.

Got no place I got to be.

Seriously?

What if I change my mind?

You won't.

What's Jax gonna do if he finds you?

What do you think?

Right.

Old sin.

Must be a bad one.

You got a plan?

To get out of charming?

- A destination? - What do you care?

No.

Not really.

You want my help?

Tig: Here they go.

- Jax: Yeah? - Tig: Yeah, it's me.

Looks like they're about to move out.

There's two in the truck and I think about another four following.

Jax: All right. Let me know when it lands.

Tig: All right.

Jax: Truck's heading out. Call Jury.

Tell him we should be in Selma within two hours.

We'll meet him at Mario's off of 117.

- Bobby: Okay. - Chibs: You want a full ride?

Jax: Nah, keep West and Montez on my family.

- Everyone else. - Chibs: Of course. Right.

- Rat boy: They're coming this way. - Tig: Mm-hmm.

Rat boy: Should we move?

Tig: Nope. I'm just a guy on a shady street

- getting cheap head. - Rat boy: What?

- Tig: Come here. - Rat boy: Oh, shit! (Tig sighs)

Are you serious?

Tig: Shut up. Think gay thoughts.

Rat boy: Like I have a choice.

- Rat boy: So not cool. - Tig: Yeah.

- Rat boy: They gone? - Tig: Oh!

Not yet.

- Oh! Not yet. - Rat boy: Dude! Are...?

- Tig: Don't fight it. - Rat boy: Are...?

- Tig: Take it all. - Rat boy: Are you getting hard?

Rat boy: Jesus!

- Jax: August. - August: Jackson.

Nero set up the meet. I pitched the idea to Lin.

- He liked it. - And the Irish can fill the orders?

Yeah, it's just some aks and mods.

Money goes to Lin's buyers down south.

A few triad sets that run heroin in the I.E.

You trust that'll satisfy his need for retribution?

It's a start. Plus, that's brown and yellow

start wrapping their head around you being gun king.

August: That's good. Smart, Jackson.

It's just survival, man.

August: Yes. It is.

Any word on what happened to your wife?

Nothing yet.

Whatever we find out... and I promise,

we'll find out the truth...

you need to understand that the revenge can't land on the street right now.

Same way I didn't strike back on the Mayans for what happened at the junkyard.

It would kick off a street war. We might sell a few more gats to the locals,

but all that heat? Crushes our expansion.

Greatest lesson Mr. Pope taught me was patience.

In business or the street. Don't matter.

If your emotions say "now," your head's got to say "later."

Clarity...

settles all scores.

Pays back all debts.

Understood.

When I find out who killed my wife,

I won't do a thing until the time is right.

S07E02 Toil and Till

Eglee: Wayne Unser's here to see you.

Althea: Yeah, okay.

- Unser: It's good to see you again. - Eglee: You, too.

Althea: Mr. Unser, how can I help you?

Unser: Uh...

You get a chance to talk to Patterson...

about me, maybe, uh, helping out a bit?

I got the impression from Thyne that you weren't interested.

Unser: Oh. Well, I...

I've given it some more thought.

Where do you land on it?

Well, if you're worried I see it as a threat, don't be.

I know Charming has a complicated, bloody history.

I'm not fooled by the Mayberry setting;

I'm very aware of what happened to the last person sitting in this chair.

Unser: Right.

I like the idea of having someone local to consult with.

Unser: Is that what I would be?

A, uh... consultant?

I believe the official title is "Consulting Investigator."

It comes out of the county task force budget,

so it doesn't chew into my luxurious perks.

It's part-time pay,

but Patterson got you on the county insurance plan.

Sorry about the cancer.

Unser: Me, too.

Althea: Fill those out.

Eglee can take your picture for the I.D.

You can carry, but you have to supply your own gun.

Second thoughts?

Unser: Uh...

: I wish.

Um, I'm somewhere in the, uh,

trillions at this point.

A terminal malady tends to do that.

Constant state of, uh,

self-evaluation.