Sons of Anarchy

Previously...

My daughter's still in shock. Asshole threw her down on the dirt,

- raped her. - I am so sorry that happened to you.

Don't worry, baby. It's going to be okay.

You're one of Luann's girls.

You can call me.

This is Clay's club. You gotta back down,

get in line before somebody gets hurt.

Shit!

This was Zobelle.

Clay'll go at Zobelle full-bore.

I got a bad feeling we'll be walking right into a trap.

They think they know where Zobelle is. Christian Center in Morada.

AKs and shotguns. Let's go.

Drop the guns! Now!

Holy shit.

Aryans put out the word, us white boys are on our own.

Zobelle tapping into the shot-callers.

Rosen thinks the case is being tied up.

Be a while before it sees a courtroom.

Without a color crew, we ain't gonna make it to trial.

This herd could use a little thinning.

It's not his fault we're here.

So, what, it's mine?

We all voted on it.

I'm working on getting us some friends.

They're jamming us.

Seven-figure bail, no court date, it's bullshit.

Apparently they have security tapes.

Women and children running for their lives.

You saw what happened to Otto.

They've got no protection.

- I know. - What about a bondsman?

500,000 a head, at ten percent,

you'd need 300k to get the six of them out.

I can post the house.

My dad's, too.

That's enough to get out Clay.

Maybe Jax.

That's it.

Clay won't leave 'em behind.

I'm sorry, Gemma.

Clay needs you to call Laroy,

deliver this message, asap.

I never saw it. Never gave it to you.

You can use my office.

If you need unis, I'll call in an extra shift.

You have any interest in why I'm here?

Not really.

Who do I brief?

Commanding officer.

- League of American Nationalists. - I know who they are.

Cameron and Edmond Hayes.

True IRA. That's the reason I'm here.

Same reason Zobelle is. He wants their guns.

His crew is pushing out the MC.

So, pick up Zobelle,

and squeeze him for the Irish.

FBI's working a case on the separatist group,

Zobelle is on their radar. So, for now, he's off-limits to us.

Same bureaucratic bullshit, huh?

I have no interest in creating any collateral damage

in your town, David.

I've already done my fair share of that.

So, any intel that you could offer would be greatly appreciated.

I don't know anything about the IRA,

but Zobelle is responsible for the car bombing at Teller-Morrow.

Looks like the retaliation backfired, didn't it?

Jax tried to prevent that.

We tried to scoop up Zobelle before Clay went in loaded for bear.

So, the VP's working behind Clay's back?

Jax may have some suspicions about what happened

to Donna Winston.

It's a good thing Opie didn't get picked up.

How is he doing?

I don't know.

You should ask him.

Why aren't they at school?

Grading day.

You get my message?

It's been crazy here with everybody gone.

Gonna head up to the cabin, make sure Piney's not dead.

Means you're actually gonna have to be a father today.

I'll handle it.

The old man's fine.

You know how he gets.

You behave for your pop.

Love you both.

Love you too, grandma.

Let him through.

Russell's waitin'.

Understand y'all got safety concerns.

Just a bunch of short timers looking for some friends.

Monumental times, my brothers.

Black man in the White House.

Black saving white in the big house.

My cousin says you're dependable.

I been working with Laroy a long time.

Peckerwoods are flexing,

protection ain't gonna come easy.

What's the price?

Had a couple of affiliated friends fall from grace.

Ratted out my nephew.

Need y'all to deliver 'em to me.

That bitch over in there, in protective custody.

Dion likes buff brown boys.

Noticed you got yourself one of them.

Yeah, we do.

- And the other rat? - Vincent Bell,

tranny dealer,

t-girl's gone AWOL somewhere in Stockton.

I'm gonna need some time to reach outside.

So, we do this,

- black got our back. - When they're both delivered,

Harleys gettin' all kinds of love from the family.

Minutes are limited.

Reach out wisely.

Can you hear me now?

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 bed

Until you die

Gotta look this life

In the eye.

Son of Anarchy 2x07 - Gilead -

- Where's grandma? - She went to go find grandpa.

That was Clay.

On the cell?

He needs me to run an errand.

It's gonna take a while.

I'll have Neeta take Kenny and Ellie, and I'll just go grab the baby.

Pick 'em up at Jax's?

Is there anything I can do?

Not right now.

I put Opie on the tranny snitch. He gonna use Trammel to set her up.

- Opie's doing it alone? - We're all a little busy.

Then tap another charter.

- Why don't you get Hale to help. - All right.

What about the other one?

He's over there in PC.

He's got a thing for Puerto Rican wood.

Juice bait?

We gotta lure Dion to someplace Russell's crew can get to him.

Set it up.

I'll let our black daddies know it's all in motion.

- Must be lonely up there, huh? - I know you, blondie?

New on the block.

Smoke?

Thanks.

Dion get you anything you need, Clay.

That face and body,

gets you a lot of store credit.

Appreciate the offer, man, but...

I belong to him. Fat guy with the beard.

No accounting for taste.

Got other revenue.

Short, pretty one.

Stupid haircut.

Absolutely doable, man.

50 credit.

30.

Need a test drive.

I'll make sure he's tuned up.

- Where? - Infirmary.

Name's Vincent Bell, aka Venus.

He's a tranny dealer.

Need you to track down the he-she. I'll take it from there.

This is direct from Clay.

Just plant it in the car.

All right? I don't need a warrant for that.

Put it under the driver's seat.

And don't skimp on the dope.

I need a lot more than a misdemeanor to get him into county.

Cool.

Up. Just get it off the bench.

How you doing, beautiful?

What?

We need you to take one for the club.

Shit.

Snitch over there finds you very appealing.

Got to get him out of PC for the family.

Buys us protection.

Get him out how?

Come on. Are you serious?

Nothing's going to happen. You're just bait.

Black'll jump in before he bites.

We hope.

50-50 chance you wind up with no dick up your ass.

I arranged a meet at the PC infirmary.

You got to distract Dion, unlock the guard gate,

let in Russell's crew. It'll be a piece of cake.

How do I get there?

Guard!

Jesus Christ, I think you cracked my rib.

I know. Sorry.

- Where's Lyla? - She's right over there.