Sons of Anarchy

They sell birdseed, ese. Are you kidding me, man?

In the back.

White boy was right. M4s.

Niners had a special order.

Full auto, laser scopes.

Niggers still couldn't hit shit.

Shh.

Load the M4s and Glocks in the truck, huh?

Up here.

What about the other guns and shit?

Torch it.

Hey, Louise.

You know, you can buy these by the case.

Be a lot cheaper.

Nah. A box at a time keeps me humble.

Get a pack of smokes too, darlin'.

It was my favorite.

What the hell is that?

Oh, shit!

What the hell happened? Propane tanks caught fire.

Ammo was in there. The place just blew.

Shit. Yeah, and the fire dick says it was arson.

Saw a lot of boot prints.

Cowboy boots? Yeah, I think so.

Shit-eatin' Mayans, man. Where the hell was Rodrigo?

No sign of your watchman.

What's the exposure? Officially?

Me and the fire department.

The fire captain can be convinced to rethink his report.

Unofficially? Unofficially, this blast was seen in two counties.

This location is dead.

Jesus Christ.

The M4s? Gone, as are most of the Glocks.

Get the firemen on board.

Don't want this shit hittin' A.T.F.'s radar.

Let's get out of here. Hold on. You gotta see something else.

Do we really?

Goddamn. Fried and refried.

They're illegals. Part of our assembly crew.

We found them before the F.D. Went through.

Well, after the smoke clears, get rid of the bodies.

What am I supposed to tell our boys up in Oaktown?

I'm supposed to deliver five cases to Leroy and his crew before tomorrow morning.

Call the gangster hotline, set a meetin'.

Right.

Two in the back of the head. Quick and painless.

It ain't easy being king. Yeah. You remember that.

Some days you're the Beamer...

some days you're the goddamn deer.

Some yuppie creamed her up at the streams.

He run into it, or hit a tree while it was giving him head?

How the hell you want me to get it out of there?

Come on. Jesus, man.

Just pretend it's “Carve your own steak” night at Sizzler.

I don't eat meat, man.

Figure it out, grunt.

What the hell happened?

Mayans torched the warehouse.

Stole the Niners' M4s. Holy shit.

Clay's gone to sit down with Leroy, try and buy some time.

Niners already paid for that hardware.

That's the tricky part.

Hey, Ma.

Did you go to storage? Not yet.

Well, if there's something you can use-

I haven't looked through that baby stuff in years.

I'm sure anything will help.

Still coming to dinner tomorrow night?

I'm picking up steaks from the German.

Oh, you know it.

You should bring Chibs and that new kid.

The new kid doesn't eat meat.

Don't patch him in.

Can't trust anyone doesn't eat meat.

Hey, you heard from my crazy ex-wife at all?

Never answers her goddamn phone. That's 'cause she knows it's you.

Yeah, well, she's supposed to be sending me the doctor bills.

I haven't seen one in weeks.

I'll go by on my way home. I'll check in on her.

Thanks... Grandma.

Asshole.

Long ride from Charming to Oakland.

How come Easy Rider meetin' me face to face?

Assembly warehouse burned down.

All the guns, including your M4s, blown to shit.

There's zero balance due on that hardware.

The shipment is gonna be a little late. That can't happen.

Got a shipment of my own coming in.

Very important cargo.

I've been doing business with the One-Niners for a long time.

I always respected our arrangement.

I never sold gun one to the Mexicans.

Now I need for you to show me a little respect...

and give me a few more days for delivery.

Don't give a shit about history or respect.

This is about business, old man.

And I'm telling you, brother...

giving me some more time-

really smart business.

You got till Sunday.

I don't get those M4s by then...

there's gonna be some new black faces cruising the streets of Charming.

And a burned-down warehouse is gonna be the least of your problems.

“For my sons Thomas, who's already at peace, and Jackson...

may he never know this life of chaos.”

Just put it over-Half Sack.

Huh? Piney clogged the toilet again.

Jesus Christ. That guy shits more than a grizzly, man. It ain't human.

Here, just put it right-right here under the-Yeah.

Where did you get that name?

Huh? Half Sack.

Oh, man. I got my left nut blown off by an aper frag in Iraq. Look at that guy.

Jesus Christ! Put that deformed nut bag away, will ya?

Sorry, Clay. I was-Disappear. Go on.

Find Jax.

Jax!

Hey, Jax!

We're at the table. Okay.

Stupid junkie bitch.

I got one more day out of Leroy, that's it.

Niners are expecting a huge heroin shipment.

The carbines are for protection.

What happens if those Mayans crash that dope party with Leroy's M4s?

We lose all the Niner business, buy ourselves a huge black-

That ain't gonna happen.

These Mexi-assholes come into our territory. They steal from us.

They shit on our livelihood.

I don't care who we gotta grease or kill.

I want those goddamn guns back. All right.

Me and Chibs will pull together all our current intel on the Mayans.

Juice, start hacking into crime databases.

Get addresses of any Mayans in the system.

Wherever you find those guys, Bobby, I want a fat man and little boy...

every inch of that goddamn place.

Bobby's got Tahoe this weekend. No, I'm canceling that shit.

I should be able to decide-

You got two ex-wives who already spent the goddamn casino checks.

Last thing we need is P.I.'s and lawyers camping out out front.

And who's gonna handle the pyro, I'm not there?

Nobody blows up shit better than Opie.

Opie's leaning right these days.

Opie's gonna lean any way we need him to.

You get him on board.

So you're sure you're okay with me stepping away from this?

Yeah, yeah. Take the prospect with you.

Yeah. I'll get him half laid.

What is that smell?

Yo.

Oh, shit.

I tried calling you. What is it?

I found these matches next to a bunch of her empty thumb bags.

Hairy Dog. Shit.

It's gotta be the Nords dealing out of the Dog again.

Darby got out of Chino two weeks ago.

Yeah, well, call that Nazi prick. Set a meeting.

What the hell happened? When was the last time you saw her?

Couple of weeks. Her hands and feet were full of tracks.

Toxicology reports aren't back yet, but it's most likely crank.

The baby? We had to do an emergency C-section.

He's 10 weeks premature.

Holy shit. Come on.

Let's sit down, and I'll walk you through it. Just tell me.

He's got a congenital heart defect...

and gastroschisis-a tear in his abdomen.

The gastro and the early birth are from the drugs.

But the C.H.D. Is probably-

The family flaw. Yes, it's genetic.

Either one would be serious, but not life-threatening.

However, the two of them together-

Dr. Namid gives him a 20% chance...