Sons of Anarchy

You okay selling these guys five AKs?

Natey just hangs out with these survivalist cats,

bunch of crazy old guys playing...

I don't know, capture the flag or something.

I wanted to thank you

for peeling a few free so I could...

- let this happen, huh? - No problem, Piney.

Those Russians make a hell of a gun, I'll give them that.

Looks like you're about 5,000 light.

I thought we were getting a family discount.

You are. $10,000.

I know damn well these guns go for a grand on the street.

When was the last time you were on the street, junior?

Russ, we had a deal.

Give the man his goddamn money.

Pay him.

Here. Sorry.

Thanks, Piney.

- I'll be seeing you. - Yeah, Nate.

You take it easy, brother.

You're too...

You got to get me a little wet, baby.

Shit.

Wait a minute. Where you going?

How is this my fault?

Jesus. Half-Sack.

What?

Get in here.

Jesus Christ.

- What the hell is this? - Oh, man.

Who do you think would be flushing panties down the shitter?

That's weird.

You think?

How'd this morning go?

Those jarheads are dicks, but it made Piney happy.

- I think it's cool. - Any tails?

Doubled back three times.

No one followed us.

- The rest of the AKs are here. - Call the Niners.

I'm sure Leroy will be thrilled that the Russian firepower appeared a day early.

I'll be right back.

We okay?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm sorry I...

I just...

It was a strange morning.

I'm fine.

Okay.

Do you have the number for the septic guy?

Piney filled the tanks already?

Yeah,

and someone's been flushing lace panties.

I don't even know what to say to that.

Here you go.

Thanks.

You look real nice today, Gemma.

Thank you, Eddie.

- It's good to be... - What the hell is she doing here?

She told me she was getting out in Bakersfield.

It's not his fault, okay? I know I'm not supposed to be here.

Let me go talk to someone.

You talk to somebody in some other charter, you got that, sweet butt?

- Get her the hell out of here. - Let's go...

What are you thinking, man?

What was I supposed to do? Just throw her out of the cab?

Let's go.

- Let's go. - Get me out of here.

Who's that girl?

I don't really... I don't know.

I saw your heart skip a beat from here.

Who is she?

Just a Tribe hang-around.

Clay hit that tart, didn't he?

I don't really know who Clay's hitting.

Except for you.

I'm sure he's hitting you

'cause you're his wife and all.

Get out.

I'm looking for Good Shepherd Junior High School.

My grandson's in a play, and I can't find it.

It's supposed to be out here on County 18 somewhere.

You missed it.

- It's about six miles back. - Over there?

- Truman exit... - Don't you move!

Don't move.

Hey, open the back.

- Get Frank out of the van. - Stay still.

Pull right there!

Don't move! Don't move!

- This way. This way, let's go! - Move, move!

Let's go!

Jesus...

Who'd McKeavy see up north?

Few gun brokers,

some Irish expats,

and fat, black hookers.

Where's he now?

He's greasing the palms of the Port Authority contacts.

All right, we got a week,

maybe ten days, then he wants his 200K.

We're working on it.

Clay, he made it very clear.

We got to have the money up front for the IRA to keep them flush.

Otherwise, he'll sell to the Russians.

And we lose

the Irish pipeline to our guns.

Laroy's gonna take the three dozen AKs off our hands.

At a deep discount.

It's either that or spend a month finding a better buyer.

At least this way, it puts 50 grand in our pockets now.

Plus the ten I got this morning and the Chinese money.

Gets us more than halfway there.

Clay.

You better get out here.

Now you're either feds or limo drivers.

Agent Stahl, ATF.

I'm looking for the owner of Teller-Morrow Automotive.

That's me.

Come on.

Let's go, Clay.

You gonna bother mentioning a charge?

No charges yet.

I just need to discuss your relationship with a Nate Meineke.

Who?

Nate Meineke. He's one of the men who held up

a prison transport vehicle this morning.

Killed three people with AK-47s.

We found Mr. Meineke's cell phone at the scene.

Last call he received was from your garage.

Preference?

Lady's choice.

Tattoos and chivalry.

Delicious combination.

Ride into this world

All alone

God takes your soul

You're on your own

The crow flies straight

In a perfect line

On the Devil's bed

Until you die

Gotta look this life

In the eye.

Episode 106- AK-51

I was in the garage waiting for you.

I just called Nate to confirm the meet.

I never thought anything like this would happen.

You had no idea what they were up to, Pop.

I don't get off that easy, though.

I let friendship interfere with business.

I know better.

Gotta reach out to 'em, Piney.

We need to find these guys before the feds do.

Nate will not rat on me.

No, but his dipshit kid sure as hell would.

It's just a matter of time before the feds connect you

to Nate and come after you, too.

You know, Opie.

I don't give a shit. How's that?

You know, well, I do.

Take him to the cabin.

So you're calling the shots now, huh?

Till Clay gets out.

The VP patch means this shit lands on my back.

The backs of children.

He's just pissed at himself.

The old dude saved his ass in Khe Sanh, but the rest of that crew?

Killed cops and innocents?

We'll find 'em.

You call Trammel?

Trammel called us

looking for Clay.

All right, good.

No way we're getting those guns to Laroy with the feds there.

I see you haven't called your lawyer.

My lawyer's $1,200 an hour.

When I got a problem worth that pay scale,

I'll give him a call.

And you don't think that

aiding and abetting a murder and a triple homicide is a problem?

I don't know nothing about that crime

or the guys that did it.

Homegrown terrorists.

***ber-right-wing fanatics.

Not the brightest figs in the Newton,

but dangerous enough to clock a watch.

This 'cause somebody from my garage called one of those assholes,

that doesn't make me an accessory of murder.

But your association with an organized crime syndicate

and your rap sheet for gunrunning

flags you as a source of their illegal AKs.

Sons of Anarchy is a motorcycle club,

and, just for you information,

I haven't been charged with a crime,

gun-related or otherwise,

in over seven years.

I'm a mechanic

and a motorcycle enthusiast.

You are a criminal

and a gunrunner,