Sons of Anarchy

Got the good shit.

- There we go, boys. - Oh, these muffins are great with tequila, Bobby.

Shit's addictive. Turning me into a fat bastard.

Turbinado sugar, organic flour, no processed shit.

- Not that any of you give a damn. - You put hash in them?

You know my rule. No bud before 9:00 a.m.

I don't have that rule.

Morning, kids. Deal with the Niners has officially closed.

Spoke to Laroy, and he is giddy...

- about his new assault rifles. -

- Like how we're all about racial harmony. - Spend it wisely, boys.

Might be a while before we see any more gun green.

I love the green.

- All about the Benjamins! - Hey-

I just got an update from my city hall snitch.

Looks like Hale's got a warrant to search our warehouse.

- -

Shit.

You're a little outside your jurisdiction, aren't you, Hale?

Well, something blows up this close to your town...

it would be bad law enforcement not to look into it.

Well, this is county property. "Sanwa" sheriffs can handle this.

You know this guy? Rodrigo Carpio?

- No. - Found him in the debris basin.

Three bullets in his back.

Bluebird Supply business card in his wallet.

From his rap sheet, I'm guessing he was employed as security.

- No kidding? - He died 50 yards inside Charming.

Bluebird warehouse is part of my murder investigation.

And that's a warrant.

In case you've never actually seen one.

- Glad your boy's gonna be all right. - Yeah, thanks.

I'm sorry about last night.

I should've had that place leveled before the Mayans ever got there.

- Made a shit call. - Yeah, I'm the one who should've been there...

blowing the shit up.

- Should've never gone to Tahoe. - You know what?

Everything happens for a reason.

We hadn't hit that warehouse, we never would've known...

- about the Nord-Mayan hookup. - Right.

Gotta get this shit to Rosen's guy.

Need a big Jew brain to figure out these Bluebird losses.

Not this big Jew brain, baby. I can barely count my own fingers.

Gonna go see the kid later.

Okay, I'll be there. And I still wanna do that dinner.

- Maybe tomorrow night. - Sure.

Okay.

Did he say anything...

about what he found in storage?

Doesn't matter.

He's not his old man. Stop worrying.

Hello?

Right. That was Unser.

Got a protection run tonight.

What?

I gotta tell you something, man. I mean, it could be bad.

It already is.

Those two dead Mexicans in the warehouse hall- I was hitting 'em.

Jesus Christ.

- Both of them? - Oh, yeah. Yeah.

Kind of a taco "twofer" thing.

Tell me one of them doesn't have a bellyful of Tigger juice.

Afraid they both do.

- You did time, shithead. You are in the D.N.A. Database. - Yeah, I know.

Forensics team gets a hold of those bodies-

- I'll go pull 'em out of there. - Hale's gonna be watching that warehouse day and night.

Well, maybe Trammel can sneak me in, you know?

He's a county sheriff. He outranks the local P.D., right?

Oh, you're just gonna stroll out of there...

with two dead Mexi whores draped over your shoulders?

I'll gut them dead bitches.

I'll flush their bellies with bleach.

No D.N.A.

What kind of nasty shit did your mama do to you?

What do you mean?

- -

Got enough ammo in here to give Halliburton a hard-on.

Holy shit.

Jesus Christ.

Tape it off. Nobody enters.

Get me the E.T.A. On that forensic team.

Mr. Bluebird just flew into a brand-new cage.

What were you thinking, brother?

I was thinking about getting my dick sucked twice.

All anybody can prove...

is that a couple of brownies swallowed your chum and died hiding from the fire.

- You didn't kill anybody. - It's not about the manslaughter rap.

C.S.U. Team tests those bodies...

Tig's D.N.A. Puts the gun factory at our doorstep.

And then A. T.F. Takes up permanent residence in our collective rectums.

That warehouse sits on county property.

Hale's gonna have to wait days to get San Joaquin to shake loose a forensic unit.

It's a local case. County won't get involved.

Hale will just wind up borrowing a crime scene unit from Lodi.

Hey, Big Otto's sister still works for the A.D.A. In Lodi.

- Yeah. - Call her.

- See if there's a forensic team heading this way. - I gotta talk with Unser.

Maybe I can convince the chief to put a leash on his hyperactive deputy.

Unser's just waiting for the clock to run out.

That old boy's a lame duck.

So your boy- Not really a team player.

I've made several gestures of friendship.

He's declined every one.

Hale's not interested in friends.

He thinks Charming's stuck in 1969.

Wants to bring it into the 21st century.

Hale is a half-bright clerk with a Wyatt Earp complex.

- Hardly seems like a guy with a vision. - Don't underestimate him.

He's tight with city council...

and his old man's got deep political ties with Northern Cali.

- Yeah. But you're the boss, right? - Come on, Clay.

Since they found the cancer last year, I got one foot out the door.

I mean, squad's his now.

Be official in a few weeks.

This uptight piece of shit is gonna make our lives miserable.

Do you understand what I'm saying?

There's nothing I can do about it.

Doctors, my wife- They're making me step down.

I'm sorry. It's done.

Yeah, I'm sorry too.

This doesn't mean we can't keep our business arrangement.

Me and you-We had a good thing going for a lot of years.

We need each other.

Yes, we do.

What's the run?

Got Blu-rays and iPods heading down to San Jose.

Goddamn niggers have been jacking the shit out of them.

Keep your eyes open on this one.

I'll make sure they get where they're going.

How you doing, Jax?

Heard about Wendy and the baby. I'm sorry.

Thanks.

You know, I took a ride out to the streams today.

Saw that warehouse that burned down.

Outside your jurisdiction, ain't it?

Did you ever hear of a Bluebird Supply Company?

Apparently they hold the title on that parcel.

- Never heard of 'em. - Whole area was littered with casings and gun parts.

That warehouse was a weapons depot.

No kidding?

Chief Unser's retiring at the end of this month.

I'll be stepping into those shoes.

Unser's always had a "look the other way" policy with the Sons of Anarchy.

Unser's a lazy drunk.

I will not look the other way, Jax.

Just a friendly heads-up.

We're all free men protected by the Constitution.

You look any way you want, Chief.

- He's moving around a lot more. - Yeah. All his vitals are up.

Any permanent damage?

- 'Cause of the drugs- Brain or anything? - Can't know for sure.

But everything so far points to full recovery.

- How long is he gonna be in that thing? - Could be weeks.

But he'll be in the NICU for at least two or three months.

Hey, look.

I'm sorry about last night. I wasn't-

I really don't want to know.

Right.

- What? - Just figured you'd land a million miles from this place.

You always hated it here.

No, I didn't hate Charming, Jax.

Just... me in it at the time.

Yeah.

Looks like Wendy's gonna be okay.

- Define "okay." - We're taking her through sedated detox.

She'll be out for a couple days.

You two-Are you together?

No. I filed over a year ago.

She got clean about 10 months back.

We tried to reconcile.

Didn't work out too well.

Well, looks like one good thing came out of it.

Yeah.

Yeah, I guess it did.

I should get going.

Yeah. I'm late for rounds.

It's good to have you back.

I'm gonna need the truck.

Why can't you take the wagon?

We're three months behind.

I gotta lock it in the garage or they'll repo it while I'm at work.

I don't know how to get in front of this shit.

We're getting buried here, Donna.

Hank, I'll pick up some weekend work.

You'll get that pay bump soon.

We're gonna make it through this, baby.

I promise.

Yeah. We'll figure it out.

Shouldn't you be at the mill?

I'm on my way. I gotta ask a favor.

Well, what's up?

Three months behind on Donna's car payment. They're gonna repo it.

- Now, I hate doing this- - If you're gonna ask me for money, I can't help you.

I just made the quarterly insurance payments.

I'm gonna be tapped until the end of next month, okay?

- Look, I'm sorry, Son. - That's all right.

Thanks, Pop.