Sons of Anarchy

Previously on Sons of Anarchy

Found a box in the storage unit.

It's like pictures and journals.

- Things I never knew about him. - When you and Dad hooked up,

he ever talk to you about his vision, about what he wanted from the club?

Jax is going through some shit.

He's asking me, did he want to get into running guns?

Tonight he said that maybe we shouldn't rebuild the factory.

I just want to make sure he's following in the right father's footsteps.

Sam Crow's been in this town since I was a kid.

My old man was a county judge.

Saw some of the guys catch their due, but for the most part,

Clay and the others keep slipping through the legal cracks.

Been chatting folks up last couple of days.

Most of them got pretty quiet when I ask about Sons of Anarchy.

Clay's got some of the locals convinced his brand of outlaw justice

- keeps away the corporate bogeyman. - I'd say he's right.

Franchise development in Charming's pretty much nonexistent.

Been jonesing for a Starbucks since I got here.

Sam Crow isn't stonewalling growth by themselves.

They're getting a lot of help,

some of it from inside this department.

Got to bring it in through here.

Afraid the amped-up carb's going to throw too much heat on the line.

Might.

That new Graytex cable can take a shitload of heat, though.

We got troubles.

Want to tell me what the fed's doing in Charming?

Showed up two days ago.

Chicago division.

- Looking into Sam Crow. - And I'm just finding out now?

- How long is he going to be here? - No idea.

He's collecting intel, fact-finding.

Didn't go into too much detail.

I don't want you out rogueing with this guy, you hear me?

Stick to Charming business.

This fed wants anything,

he runs it through me.

Oh, of course.

You're the chief.

That's right.

I'm the goddamn chief.

We've taken every precaution to stay out of ATF's crosshairs.

No busts, no investigations for five years.

- We don't know this guy's here for us. - Hale flagged Bluebird

as our gun warehouse.

He's pissed off we made Unser crush the case and he called in the feds.

- I think it's got to be about us. - Be my guess.

We got a garage full of 25-to-life.

Any legit place we store those guns is a straight line back to us.

Can't Rosen get us some storage short-term?

He's killing Bluebird, man.

He's setting up a dummy corp. It takes a few weeks.

We got that call from Jury last week.

Mayan's pressing the Devil's Tribe to pay him vig,

to keep running book and pussy out of Nevada.

Look, maybe I do head to Indian Hills.

Offer Jury some advice, he offers our AKs a safe house.

No, that's a risky run, brother.

Knowing Nevada's Mayan territory.

No, they're still looking to settle a score from our little raid.

The Mayans know that the Tribe's a brother club.

Part of asking for that vig is about shitting on us.

They knew Jury would call.

- Theywill be watching. - That's what I'm saying.

That's why just me and you go.

Under the radar.

We bring the guns in the same way.

And you think you can bring Jury on board?

Shit, my dad saved his ass in Tay Ninh.

He owes the Tellers a chit.

Look, man, we're not going to go cowboy.

I promise.

Promise.

Low-profile.

I don't want no wetbacks knowing we crossed into NV.

They pull this off,

I want you and Juice driving the barrels.

Done. We'll need something big, though.

I'll call Unser.

- Give me a minute. - Yeah, I'll find you.

Everything okay?

I was hoping you could help with the Cutlass.

It's in pretty sad shape.

Shit.

This is your dad's, right?

It was in the garage under two tons of old newspapers.

Why don't you bring it in back.

- Have Lowell take a look at it. - Okay.

Thanks.

I was hoping you could give me a lift home.

Actually, I'm just heading out for a couple of days.

Okay.

Anything come up with the baby, who should I call?

He's out of the woods, right?

Just in case of procedural stuff.

Just let my mom know if you need anything.

Everything okay?

Yeah, fine. She's just here to get her car fixed.

- Could you give Tara a ride home? - She's got to leave the Cutlass here.

- That's okay. I'll just take a... - Love to give the good doctor a lift.

- Where you going? - Visit Uncle Jury.

Nevada?

By yourself?

With Bobby.

- Does Clay know? - Relax, Mom, it's going to be fine.

You sent him into Nevada?

It was his idea.

It's club business.

He has a ten-day-old kid. He's distracted.

- You have to protect him. - Protect him?

- From what? - Himself.

He's fine. Relax.

And this one.

What's she doing here?

Anything she can to get close to Jax.

Maybe she just needs a tune-up.

Didn't trust her then.

Don't trust her now.

- Hey. - Hey, Gemma.

Back it up, prospect. Come on. Back it up.

Lowell, my back tire needs air.

I gotta admit, Clay's old lady gives me a serious MILF chubby.

Hey, I brought that car out of the garage.

It's clear now.

If you need me to clean it out again, I can...

Clip a truck from Muntz's tonight. Make it look like you stole it.

Cancer boy wants deniability.

MILF chubby?

It's like a compliment, you know, 'cause she's hot.

Stop.

What do we got?

Mayans.

So much for low-profile.

Episode 4: Patch Over

Two on three?

Hey, Doc,

got to sign these.

Thanks a lot.

Mind if I smoke?

And if I said yes?

Right.

Must be strange being in that house alone.

Everybody gone.

Hard to get lonely.

My dad was a bit of a packrat.

Can barely turn around without stepping on some piece of history.

Clay's the same way.

Never throws anything out.

Still has underwear from 1967.

Me, I hate clutter.

I get that.

Thanks.

Want to tell me why you're carrying?

The gun in your bag.

You went through my bag?

I spotted it.

I'm very observant.

I started carrying it when I was in Chicago.

I lived in a rough neighborhood.

Haven't gotten around to get rid of it yet.

Beretta's not an old tampon.

You don't just forget it's in your bag.

- Is it registered? - I have a permit. It's legal.

You know how to use it?

Yeah. I do.

Gimme the pre-pay.

So, Mayans spotted us.

Well, this forces our hand.

Can't risk bringing those AKs in with the Mayans onto our visit.

- We need a bigger presence. - Why don't the Vegas boys head up?

Oh, no, I'm talking about a permanent presence.

It'll be months before the warehouse is up and running.

Indian Hills could be really useful.

You talking patch-over?

I don't know, Clay.

Tribe might've started outlaw, but now,

I mean shit, they're bookkeepers and bouncers.

They're earning outlaw-sized money.

It's just a matter of time before the Mayans push 'em out.

They need us for their own protection.

Jury was a real good friend of my old man's, Clay.

I don't feel right, slamming a patch, no warning.

It's good for both clubs.

Now if you don't want to break it to him, I'll tell him myself at church.

We're riding to Indian Hills. Mandatory.

Patching over the tribe.

- What, you serious? - Do I look serious?

We're-we're short, I mean, Chibs, he's up North with McKeavy.

Anybody visiting?

Happy's down from Tacoma. Doing an Autism Run.

He's got Lorca, Bully, Donut,

- couple prospects with him. - Get 'em.

Okay, well...

Jury's got all that beautiful pussy, man.

It's gonna be a four-shot patch-over party.

Unfortunately, you're driving the precious cargo.

No, no, Christ. Clay, come on. You need me...

Last time you had free range on pussy, you throat-pumped two brownies,

your DNA almost brought us down.