Sons of Anarchy

Previously on Sons of Anarchy:

Mother Christ. Cammy, what are you doing here?

***

Before anybody sees you. Get that child out of the damp.

I've come for the boy, Mo.

Why? Where you taking him?

Good Catholic family.

He's already got a family.

You can't make this about your love for John.

This is best for now.

It's Maureen Ashby. Cammy Hayes took your grandson.

- What? - Abel's in Belfast.

My son... he knows nothing about John and Belfast.

- Nor does my Triny. - Who's Triny?

Trinity, my daughter.

What does she have to do with John?

You don't know, do you?

I was hoping to jump to a smaller charter.

You're thinking about coming back to Charming?

- Yeah. - That in's on Tig, brother.

Kozik... yea.

Nay.

Jesus Christ, really?

I don't trust him, man.

Walked in on him and that porn slut this morning.

It worked. We're done.

He wouldn't be doing this if he knew you were pregnant.

What happens with this baby is my decision.

I'm serious, Gemma. No one can know.

Tell me you have my son.

I'm sorry. I don't, Jackson.

Every word you've spit about my kid has been wrong.

Well, maybe you'll believe a brother.

Jax, Liam O'Neill.

Saw the Real-provost scoop up Cammy outside the depot.

Had no baby with him. That's for real.

If O'Neill lied to you, means Belfast could be in bed with Jimmy.

Forestry equipment.

How do you get it overseas?

I run cargo jets out of Stockton. Why?

You want passage to Belfast?

- You calling Jax? - No. You are.

- Mom, what the hell are you doing? - I'm coming with you.

- You made a deal with the Feds! - I don't give a shit.

Those cuffs will be waiting for me when I get back.

They're looking for the truck.

You guys take the Cutlass and go to the plane.

No. We need you with us, bro.

You need your mum more.

- SAMCRO's on their way. - Good.

We'll be ready for them.

They won't be here long.

- Too long, brother. - Good to see you, Keith.

- Travel well? - Ah, we're all in one piece.

All right. Great, great.

Good to see you!

Look at you. You little bastard. Come here!

It's grand to see you, son.

Welcome. I'm really glad you're here, mate.

- The last time I seen this wee shit... - Oh, Jesus.

he was in nappies.

I was 15 at the time.

How's my girls?

Priest stashed Fi and Kerrianne at St. Matt's Rectory.

They're safe.

Meet's being arranged.

You're good boys. You're good boys. Thank you.

Thank you.

Hey, this thing with O'Neill... we okay?

Yeah.

All right.

Let's get you fellas home, huh?

Where's my lawyer?

I don't know.

Maybe she's in Belfast.

That's very funny.

Not as funny as...

speeding, reckless endangerment, obstruction of justice...

Hey, hey, you know,

speeding, maybe, but everything else is just hearsay.

Bail's been posted.

Who?

- Ah, Doc, thanks. - Sure.

Can we go?

Get his stuff.

This way.

Hey, I... handed over our information to the FBI.

They're going to be talking to hospital personnel today about Gemma's escape.

I know.

But if there's something maybe you forgot

to tell us yesterday, it's understandable.

You could catch me up now, and I'll make sure the Feds

know it was our oversight.

I didn't forget anything.

You're a doll. Thanks.

Uh, somebody else is going to have to

pick up that tow truck from the impound.

Your license has been suspended.

What? Why?

You took three arms of law enforcement on a

100-mile-an-hour goose chase.

It'll be two years before you're behind a wheel.

Are you serious?

How the hell am I supposed to work? How am I going to ride?

Come on, man. You'll be dead before I get that license back.

- Get him out of here. - Come on.

We'll call the garage, have somebody pick you up at impound.

Bullshit.

What the hell is that?

Police Services, Northern Ireland.

As long as they got I.D., they should be ok.

***

What do we do here?

Random stop.

Just keep it light. Smile and show them your passport.

Identification.

Hey, we're just showing our American brothers

the beautiful Irish countryside, Officer.

Identification.

You.

You.

You.

You.

You.

Come on.

This is bad.

Goddamn it.

Down!

Down on the ground! Now!

What's the worry here, lads?

Yank brothers fled jurisdiction from California.

We'll be detaining them.

You here, on the ground now! Get down!

Down!

Down!

Down!

Down!

Don't make sense.

They wouldn't be able to get the intel... not that quick.

On your knees.

Dirty Loyalist bastard.

Oh, shit.

Damnit.

Get them in the van now! Move!

Move!

Move them out! Move it!

Get in there!

- In the van now! - Alright, alright.

Move!

Where are they going to take them?

Jesus, after that ruckus, these assholes will

probably just shoot them and dump them.

Blame it on the life.

Move it out.

Step on the gas.

What?

- Just step on the gas! - You heard the lady, Luther.

- I ain't going to broadside no police. - Run 'em off the road!

Jesus! Mother of God!

You out of your bloody mind, woman?

Holy shite!

Take 'em out! Stay!

Geez, it's not worth it! Let's go!

Come on... Out with him.

Stay down, don't move.

Come on, get 'em out.

All right, boys.

That was close.

- Everybody okay? - Yeah, good. Lovely.

Here you go, mate.

Yeah.

Get these cuffs off.

Oh, man.

Shit.

What the hell was that?

Welcome to Ireland.

All alone

You're on your own

A perfect line

Until you die

Where'd you get the intel on us?

I'm a police officer.

Yeah, then how come your buddies took off?

What happened to backup?

Well, they got scared 'cause shit went south.

Who paid you off?

Now, Jackie Boy, this is mine.

All right, all right, all right, all right.

Now... you ever want to chew with those teeth again,

you're going to open up.

Aren't you?

- Hap. - Yeah.

Kill one of his men.

Oh, yes, I will.

- Wait, wait. - No!

- We were paid... - No.

We were paid to detain you, send you back to the States.

- By Jimmy O'Phelan? - I don't know who.

Hap.

I swear on my mother's eyes we didn't get a name,