Sons of Anarchy

Hold it, hold, it, hold it!

Holy shit.

Appreciate the lift.

No problem.

Where's the Cutlass?

- It's at the hospital. - Still not running right?

It's running okay.

This worry I'm getting here.

Have anything to do with that car that's been following us?

The compact parked halfway down the block.

What the hell's going on?

That ATF agent

that's been looking into you guys.

I think he's here for me.

- What are you talking about? - I was with him in Chicago.

It got violent. I tried to end it. He started stalking me.

- Don't. He's dangerous. - Go back inside, Tara.

Lock the door.

Vandalism, deadly weapon. That's six months in County, asshole.

Violating a restraining order. You'll be in the cell next to me.

They teach you how to suck a dick in ATF school?

Badass biker.

You guys gave it your best shot.

You got nothing on Sam Crow.

And you harassing Tara.

That ends here.

Or next time it won't be your piece of shit car I'm draining fluid from.

You threatening a federal agent?

I'm threatening you.

Go away.

It's my last warning.

You'd better rein in your ATF boyfriend.

Agent Kohn isn't on my payroll. I don't keep tabs.

Well, maybe you should.

He's not here for Sam Crow, Hale. He's here for Tara.

- What the hell are you talking about? - This guy was stalking her in Chicago.

Thinks she came back to Charming to be with me. I'm telling you:

this guy is nuts and he's going to hurt her.

Jesus Christ.

That's who she had a restraining order against.

You knew?

No, but it makes sense now.

Hale.

Let's go, hotshot.

Water and Power just dug up some old bones out on 44.

Be there in a minute.

Kohn is my problem.

I will handle it.

You'd better, man,

or I'm gonna.

Half-Sack, bomaye. Get in there, kid.

- My money's on Lowell. - Now you're getting cocky.

Anyone can beat up a junkie, prospect.

Doesn't mean shit.

Where'd you learn to fight like this?

I was Junior Lightweight Champion,

- Armed Forces Boxing Competition. - That's so hot.

Things all better with the little missus now?

My balls are still attached.

Shit, Lowell, get out of there.

- Whose idea was this? - Bobby's.

I don't I don't mind it, Clay.

- I'm just... helping Half-Sack train. - Well, you killed enough brain cells.

Come on, come on. Back to work.

Thanks.

- How's he doing? - The latest round of rehab

seems to be sticking. He hasn't missed any work.

If I could get AA to kick up a vig,

Lowell could make us all rich.

He's always been a freak.

He's a damn good mechanic. I guess you taught him that.

How's Sugar Ray One-Nut looking?

He's wicked fast. He's got a great right hook.

How much money gets thrown around at these bare-fist things?

The purse is okay, but it's the betting that's gone crazy.

I know a couple of guys last year, made six figures each.

- Really? - The prospect could knock

those lightweights out any day of the week.

Absolutely.

What'd we pull together for McKeavy?

120.

You ain't thinking about betting on the prospect?

You know, if Half-Sack takes his first five fights

and looks strong going into the finish,

we control how it ends. Could be a huge payday.

What do you think?

I don't know.

But I do know there's no way we're raising 80 grand

in the next four days, so...

Might be our only shot.

- I'm in. - I'm in.

Done.

All right, I'm in.

Take 50 grand.

I want to see it triple. You're going to train him.

No booze, no weed, no pussy.

That include the Nevada sweetbutt?

Until I'm up a hundred K, ***the Nevada sweetbutt*** can cool on the counter.

Bobby.

Do me a favor.

Push up on that thing, will you?

- Really? - Really.

Halfy-Sacky's all about that now.

I want to see if she's all about him.

And go at it hard.

- I ain't mad at that. - Half-Sack's going to lose his mind.

Well, that kind of anger we can really use.

Call Unser, see if he wants in on some of this fight action.

Clay, he's out on the job.

Water and Power dug up some old bones this morning.

- Where? - Out on 44.

What?

Wheeling out two bodies.

Should be three.

- I'm afraid to ask. - Don't be.

There it is.

Was this us?

Shit.

Episode 107: Old Bones

All three of them were Mayans?

Back in '92,

Mexicans tried to expand their Oakland dope base.

Set up a charter in Lodi.

We couldn't let that happen.

Was a bloody two years. Bodies dropped.

I remember.

That was right around the time my old man died.

That's right.

We got to stop the PD from IDing those bodies, man.

I mean, if they flag the Mayans, we're their next stop.

We can pull teeth to stop the ID, but they can still DNA test.

Forensic tests on three bodies?

That would blow half of Unser's yearly budget.

But if Hale thought it would hurt us,

he could get his new fed buddies to float the cost.

Shit, man, that was pre-O.J., right?

I mean, we weren't thinking about DNA,

right, back in '93. What kind of clues we got buried with those Mexicans?

If they don't know they're Mayans, they won't take it any further.

We stop the identification.

We stop the investigation.

There's a $15K purse on the line...

and a lot of ringside action.

I'm ready.

This ain't no Army boxing, kid. This is street brawling.

No, it's cool.

Cherry Pie.

- What? - It's time to go.

What are you talking about? Go where?

- What are you doing, Bobby? - Relax, prospect.

She's going to stay with him till the fight.

No, I'm not.

- Oh, yeah, you are. - Why?

No booze, no dope.

No pussy.

- You'll love my place. Very cozy. - Get your hands off me.

- Quarantine. - Back off!

Clay, you know, no...

sex before a fight's like an old wives' thing, man.

Did you just insult my old lady again?

Jump him.

Why didn't you tell me it was Kohn?

Jax told you?

I did not know that Kohn was the guy that was stalking you.

- I could have... - I tried getting help in Chicago.

Complained to his superiors. Made things worse.

I went through three precincts

before someone'd even give me that restraining order.

Doubted you could do anything.

Kohn's boss doesn't even know that he is here.

This guy is in deep shit.

He is done.

Really?

He is leaving Charming.

I promise.

And I am sorry.

Town's talking about the skulls that rolled out of that hole.

I'm sure they are.

You thought about damage control?

Tig's the only one who knows the truth.

Everybody else thinks all those bodies are Mayans.

And how do you stop that truth from spreading?

I got it covered. All right? Don't worry.

This shit stays in the rearview.

I talked to Trammel.

Sanwa County Coroner's clearing space,

but bones stay local tonight.

Good.

Now I have to get into the lower level of the hospital.

You...

think the old squeeze might be able to hook a brother up?

- I'll see what I can do. - Alright.

Sorry, Clay.

I just asked Gemma,

just wanted to make sure it was okay that I have Moby here

only during my break.

He likes to watch me work.

Sure. That's fine.

You're doing good work.

Thanks, man.