What do I do, Jax? I can't raise three kids on my own. I could barely cover me and Piper. How am I supposed to care for those kids and earn a living?
Just like every other single mother. You get help--friends, family.
My mom lives two hours away; I don't have family up here.
Let me show you something. [He opens the blinds and shows her various members of the club pouring in] That's your family. Anything you need, you just ask. Anyone says no, they answer to me.
[voiceover] It's hard not to hate. People, things, institutions. When they break your spirit and take pleasure in watching you bleed, hate... is the only feeling that makes sense. But I know what hate does to a man. It tears him apart, turns him into something he's not. Something he'd promised himself he'd never become. That's what I need to tell you. To let you know how hard I'm trying not to cave under the weight of all the awful things I feel in my heart. Sometimes my life feels like a deadly balancing act. What I feel slamming up against what I should do. Impulsive reactions racing to solutions miles ahead of my brain. When I look at my day, I realize that most of it was spent cleaning up the damage of the day before. In that life, I have no future. All I have is distraction and remorse. I buried my best friend three days ago. As cliché as this sounds, I left a part of me in that box. A part I barely knew. A part I'll never see again. Every day is a new box, boys. You open it, you take a look at what's inside. You're the one who determines if it's a gift... or a coffin.
Don't be so sensitive, laddie.
Grow some balls, you Irish prick. You got a problem with me, you tell me to my face.
All right. I think you're arrogant, selfish, and explosive. Wreckage you caused in Belfast got a man of God and one of my dearest friends killed.
You talking about the priest?
Aye. Kellan Ashby took me out of the streets of Armagh. Saved my life.
Right. Gave you the Catholic blessing of the blood? Made you a gangster of Christ?
This sheriff already thinks these attacks are connected to us. After this, he's gonna have gang task force up our ass. Complicates everything.
None of these attacks are coming out of my camp. I know that for sure.
Then I need your help finding out who it is. I need a name and I need a 20.'Cause I got to shut this sh1t down.
I'll see what I can find out.
50.Half of our last mule.
You're an impressive young man.
I got a proposal for you and SAMCRO.
Does it involve children and bonfires?
You are currently hauling back 20, 30 keys?
If you were to double your haul-back, say 60 keys, I could move half of that in a day.
Reno, parts of Vegas. I'd have the Niners distribute.No bigger risk for you.30, 40, 100 keys, it's all the same trafficking charge.
I pay you another 100 on top of what the cartel gives you. We don't take a bite out of any of it.
I don't know. My crew wants out of the drug game.
What do you want? Listen, you talk to the cartel, run it past your club. In the interim, I'll arrange a sit-down with the Mayans, Lin and the Niners. If you decide it makes sense for SAMCRO, you take the meeting, bring everybody up to speed. If you pass on the deal, we keep things as is. Fair enough?
I'll also kick back two percent of my profits on the 30 keys to you. Gentlemen's agreement, just between us.
You make millions in real estate and other legit trade. Why do you still risk this shit? Is it the rush?
I'm just a businessman, son. My most profitable and most reliable business is narcotics. Always has been. I learned how to do it the right way. With the right people, there is no risk. You let me know.
Could you give us a minute?
I got some new information. [Jax picks up Thomas] Are you gonna tell her or should I?
I love them so much baby.
No one tried to run me off the road. When you called last night I was getting high with Unser. I thought I'd be okay to drive. I just didn't want to miss my chance to be with them. [Tara punches Gemma in the face] I'm sorry.
You're done. You don't call, see or come near my kids again.
[voiceover] There will be days when you're forced to make decisions that affect the lives of everyone you love, choices that will change you forever. You reach an age where you realize that being a man isn't about respect or strength, it's about being aware of all the things you touch. Children face inward, wallow in their own selfish needs. Men face out, take action on the needs of others. I'm at that place boys. I'm staring one of those decisions in the face and it looks back at me with historical eyes and it calls me a coward, a killer, a fraud. It wants me to crack and run from the service of my fate like a broken boy. Today, I will not do that. Today, I will be the man my father tried to be. I will make you proud.
I feel like my life has taken a turn. I'm heading down a road I've never been on before. Nothing is familiar. The signs don't make sense. Do I get off the road, or do I keep riding? The people that I see aren't the people i know. Do I go alone or take others with me? Who do I trust and who do I not? I now understand why being a leader requires isolation. I have to remove myself from those whose lives were affected by my decisions. Those I love as well as those I hate. It's getting more and more difficult to be a brother when my decisions are the ones a father has to make. I now realize that every time I make a decision effects everyone around me. By the time you're old enough to make sense of this life, to make sense of me, you'll know everything. the things I'm proud of and the things I regret-- and then you'll be faced with your own decisions. And just know that the decisions that you make effect everyone and everything. It has taken me along time to realize that, and I wish I would have sooner. And as much as I want to help you, tell you what to do. I can't. Those choices will be yours, and yours alone. The only advice I can give you, sons, is to examine who you are as people and what you choose as your path in your life. Figure out what's important to you. Know yourselves...Know what's in your heart...and know whats right. Don't be swayed by fear or history or the opinions of outsiders. Find your own truth. It will lead you to the things you love.
How you doing, Clay? Lee Toric, US Marshal. Retired. You mind if I sit?
Retired? Ain't you fishing in the wrong hole?
We both should be fishing. But here we are. I know you didn't kill Damon Pope. A man with your skill and experience wouldn't be so careless as to toss a weapon with prints a few hundred yards from a murder scene. My guess? Jax Teller took out Pope. From what I hear, he blames Pope for the death of his friend in the catacombs here. But then he pins the murder on you. Why? Maybe you just didn't love him enough as a kid. Hmm? Outlaws turning on outlaws is nothing new. But an old lady turning on her old man that's a serious breach of MC protocol. What happened there?
Maybe I just didn't love her enough.
As the proud owner of three ex-wives, that unfortunately makes sense.
Let me guess. You're the guy I can thank for this private suite here.
Mm-hmm. So, just how does a sidelined fed get that kind of juice with County?
I've earned a few favors with ATF. You're welcome. But my privileges are winding down, and I'm afraid it's checkout time, Clay. Next shift change puts you back in gen pop. You know what happens then.
Black pope takes white pawn?
Who you working for, man?
No one. Otto Delaney ripped open my sister's throat to beat RICO for Jax and your club. This isn't about a case or my career. This is very personal. If you want to live, let the guard know before the next shift.