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The group arrives in Stranraer, a group of SAMBEL's crew greets them as they get off of the ferry. After the greetings are made, the SAMBEL members each give up their bikes to the SAMCRO members.
Rayne smiles as she straddles a very nice Dyna Fat Bob, the SAMBEL man nodding his head as he observes her. "It suits you, Princess."
The SAMCRO group dons their helmets, as the SAMBEL riders climb into the back of a military style truck, a canvas canopy hiding them from view. Gemma climbs up into the passenger seat as she watches her son and husband lead the group out onto the highway.
In the middle of the pack Rayne rides behind Opie and Chibs, she looks to her left and smiles wide seeing Happy settling in beside of her. They wind through the beautiful country roads until they reach a dirt clearing up in the hills, awaiting them are McGee, O'Neill and SAMBEL's V.P.
McGee moves his sunglasses up onto his head as the SAMCRO crew parks their bikes and removes their helmets, before approaching the three loan bikers. "Too long, brother."
Clay returns the big man's hug, "Good to see you, Keith."
"Travel well?"
"Ah, we're all in one piece." Clay smiles.
Rayne casually steps up beside the two, McGee's smile widens as he recognizes her, he picks her up into a large bear hug. "Little Princess! The last time I saw you, you were sixteen years old. My God look how you've grown." He sets her down and takes a long look at her, then sighs, "Oh darlin', you're daddy would be so proud of you."
The woman smiles feeling a slight sadness creeping into her heart, but it vanishes when her eyes land on a young man. She lets out a very loud scream that catches everyone's attention as she runs over and jumps into the arms of an Irish lad wearing a SAMBEL rocker.
Chibs gives a large smile as he sees the man that Rayne has just finished hugging, his Nephew Padraic. "Look at you. You little bastard. Come here! It's grand to see you, son."
"Uncle. I'm really glad you're here, mate."
"The last time I seen this wee shite-"
"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." O'Neill tells him.
"You're good boys. You're good boys." Chibs says hugging them both. "Thank you. Thank you."
While Chibs hugs his Nephew and O'Neill, McGee leans over to Clay, speaking low. "Hey, this thing with O'Neill we okay?"
"Yeah."
"All right. Let's get you fellas home, huh?"
The group remounts their bikes and follows McGee back out towards town.
Back in Charming Tig lies on the cot in his cell, hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling. After the cops had caught and arrested him, he was transported back to Charming. He looks up as he hears the door to the holding area open, Unser walking in and standing before his cell.
"Where's my lawyer?"
"I don't know. Maybe she's in Belfast."
"That's very funny." Tig chuckles.
"Not as funny as speeding, reckless endangerment, obstruction of justice—"
Tig rolls off of the bed and stands up. "Hey, hey, you know, speeding, maybe, but everything else is just hearsay."
Unser begrudgingly unlocks the cell and releases Tig. "Bail's been posted."
"Who?"
The two walk out of the holding cell area to find Tara sitting in a chair awaiting them.
"Ah, Doc, thanks."
"Sure. Can we go?" Tara questions.
"Get his stuff." Unser orders.
"This way." The female deputy says leading Tig towards his things.
"Hey, I handed over our information to the FBI. They're gonna 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." Tig says accepting his stuff from the deputy.
"Uh, somebody else is gonna have to pick up that tow truck from the impound. Your license has been suspended." Unser informs the curly haired biker.
"What? Why?"
"You took three arms of law enforcement on a hundred-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 gonna ride? Come on, man. You'll be dead before I get that license back."
"Get him out of here." Unser snaps.
"Come on." Tara says guiding Tig towards the door. "We'll call the garage, have somebody pick you up at impound."
"Bullshit."
Back in Ireland, the group rounds a bend to find the road blocked by two armored vehicles. They stop their bikes a good twenty yards away, the six armed police officers standing before them start walking their way.
"What the hell is that?" Gemma asks from her seat in the truck as they stop about a quarter of a mile away, not liking the tone of the situation.
"Police Services, Northern Ireland. As long as they got I.D., they should be ok. Out here, they ain't gonna bother running it through Interpol." The driver Luther, answers her.
The group of bikers shut off their bikes, easing them onto the kickstands and removing their helmets.
"What do we do here?" Jax questions McGee.
The older biker turns back to look at him. "Random stop. Just keep it light. Smile and show 'em your passport." McGee dismounts his bikes as the officers approach.
"Identification."
"Hey, we're just showing our American brothers the beautiful Irish countryside, Officer."
"Identification. You. You. You. You. You. Come on." The officers says pointing to the members of SAMCRO.
Clay and the others hand over their passports, the officers snatching them from their hands.
"Rude much?" Rayne snaps as one of them rips her passport from her fingers, before she walks up and stands beside Happy.
"This is bad." Gemma comments as she starts to panic.
Suddenly the officers hold up their guns , Jax swears as he sees them approaching, "Goddamn it."
"Down! Down on the ground! Now!"
"Hey, hey, hey. What's the worry here, lads?" McGee questions as he holds up his hands.
"Yank brothers fled jurisdiction from California. We'll be detaining them." He points to Clay first, "You here, on the ground now!" Then he moves down the line to the others. "Get down! Down! Down! Down! Down!"
"Don't make sense." Luther again says to Gemma. "They wouldn't be able to get the intel not that quick."
"On your knees." The lead officer snaps to Chibs, who refuses to get down.
Chibs removes his sunglasses, placing them around his neck. "Dirty Loyalist bastard." He then spits in the cops face.
The cop slams the butt of his gun into Chibs' mouth, knocking him to the ground. A brawl then breaks out between the cops and the SAMCRO crew as they rise to defend their brother.
"Oh, shit." Gemma whispers as she watches the skirmish.
Another officer fires his rifle into the air, breaking up the fight. "Get them in the van now! Move! Move! Move them out! Move it! Get in there! In the van now!"
"Alright, alright." Juice snaps as they herd them towards the vehicles.
Rayne rips her arm from one of the officers, "Get your fuckin' hands off of me!"
"Where are they gonna take them?" Gemma questions as her boys and Princess are cuffed and loaded in the back of the truck.
"Jesus, after that ruckus, these assholes will probably just shoot them and dump them. Blame it on the life."
"Move it out." The officer says as the truck begins driving off.
"Step on the gas." Gemma orders Luther as the truck carrying her family starts coming towards them.
"What?"
"Just step on the gas!"
"You heard the lady, Luther." One of the men says from behind Gemma.
"I ain't going to broadside no police."
"Run 'em off the road!" Gemma snaps jumping over Luther and slamming her foot down on top of his on the gas. The truck barrels towards the police truck, Luther hollering at Gemma. "Jesus! Mother of God! You out of your bloody mind, woman! Holy shite!" He screams as Gemma steers directly for the truck, which swerves to avoid them and runs off the road, smashing into a pile of rocks behind the row of bikes.
"Take 'em out!" McGee orders to SAMBEL as they draw their guns and approach the truck. "Stay!"
Gemma grabs a handgun and follows the bikers to the back of the truck. "Come on." She says as they open the back flap of the truck and help the SAMCRO members out. "Come on, get 'em out."
"Come on down Princess." Padraic says as he helps Rayne down out of the truck and removes her cuffs.
"Thanks Paddy." She smiles kissing his cheek.
"Holy, shit. What the hell was that?" Jax asks Padraic.
The young biker chuckles slapping a hand on Jax's shoulder. "Welcome to Ireland."
Riding through this world All alone God takes your soul You're on your own The crow flies straight A perfect line On the devil's bed Until you die Gotta look this world In the eye
"Where'd you get the intel on us?" Clay questions the lead officer, after Juice tunes him up with a few punches.
"I'm a police officer."
"Yeah, then how come your buddies took off? What happened to backup?" Jax counters.
"Well, they got scared 'cause shit went south." Opie says stepping up beside Jax.
"Who paid you off?" Jax snaps grabbing the cops by his vest and lifting him to his feet.
"No, Jackie Boy. This is mine." Chibs says taking the cop from Jax, before he sits him back on a rock and pummels his face.
"All right, all right, all right, all right." Opie says pulling Chibs away from the man before he can't ever speak again.
Clay steps up standing before the cop, "Now you ever want to chew with those teeth again, you're going to open up. Aren't you?"
The cop stays silent so Clay levels a right across his jaw knocking him back into Jax, who slams him up against the truck. Beside him Rayne pulls out her knife and places it against the man's throat. "Hap." She calls to her Killer.
"Yeah?" He answers seeing her grin.
"Kill one of his men." She orders.
"Oh, yes, I will." Happy says racking the slide on his gun before grabbing one of the officers and yanking him out of the back of the truck. He shoves the cop onto his knees and places his gun barrel against the man's head.
"Wait, wait." The cop pleads. "We were paid We were paid to detain you, send you back to the States."
"Jimmy O'Phelan?" Jax asks.
"I don't know who."
"Hap." Jax calls.
The cops pleads once more as the bald biker starts to pull the trigger. "I swear on my mother's eyes. We didn't get a name. Only the money and the task."
"It's that bastard O'Phelan." Chibs snaps.
"Yeah." Jax says as he backs Rayne off of the cop. "I guess he knows we're here."
"Well, we got to do something about all this, 'cause I don't think we're going to get them through duty-free." Bobby says motioning to the cops and truck.
"Pull their I.D.'s." Clay orders as the group unloads the cops and takes their I.D.'s. "Now we know your name. Charles. And now my boys know where you live."
"I'd hate for anything to happen to that pretty family 'cause their da was on the take." Jax threatens.
"We can ruin your career." Clay let's the men know. "And we can definitely ruin your life. Understand?"
The cop nods, "Aye."
"Let's go." Clay calls out as the group remounts their bikes, straps on their helmets and continue on their way.
In Charming, Tig is sitting in the passenger seat of the tow truck biting his thumb nail. He is less than happy about the person driving, that was sent to pick him up.
"Picking you up wasn't my idea. Talk to Piney." Kozik admits. Then he decides to rile Tig up a little more. "Shit. Two years. No riding, no vote. Don't worry, I'll let you ride bitch with me."
"That's gonna be tough, you being up in Tacoma. I ain't ever, ever letting you patch SAMCRO, man."
"It's been eight years, douche bag."
"Yeah, and not a day goes by I don't think about her. Not one."
Whistling and cheering comes from the other members of SAMBEL as the SAMCRO crew pulls into the lot of the clubhouse. After dismounting and removing their helmets they greet the other members of SAMBEL.
Rayne notices a blonde woman walking towards them from the store, a young redhead following her. She greets the group as the two approach.
"Whose that woman?" The redhead asks.
"Gemma Teller."
"Is that Jax?" She again asks.
"Aye. Has to be." She says as the group of four approaches, she shakes hands with Clay.
"Maureen."
"Jax. Welcome." Maureen says shaking his hand.
"Thank you."
"Gemma."
"This is Rayne, my adopted daughter." Gemma introduces the young woman.
"Hi." Rayne says shaking Maureen's hand, before eyeing the redhead.
"Oh, this is Trinity my daughter." Maureen says catching the look.
"Rayne." She says smiling shaking the girl's hand.
"Gemma." The elder woman introduces herself.
"Clay. Nice to meet you." The elder biker says shaking her hand as well.
"Hi, I'm Jax. Think we spoke on the phone." He says offering his hand to the girl, who takes it with a smile.
"You go and watch the register love." Maureen says, eager to get Trinity away from the Tellers.
"Glad you're here. We'll see you later." Trinity says before she takes her leave into the small store.
"Didn't expect you to make the journey." Maureen says looking at Gemma.
"Neither did the Feds. Where's my grandson?"
"Come on upstairs, we'll have a cup of tea."
"I don't want any goddamn tea."
"This is my home, Gemma. Wee bit of respect would go a long way."
Gemma sighs, "You got coffee?"
"Aye." Maureen says leading the way to the upstairs apartment. After they all had their tea and coffee for Gemma and Rayne, they adjourned to the living room and sat down.
"Cammy brought the baby to me. He knew he was in deep shit with the club and the Army. Set a meeting with my brother."
"Wanted a pass from the priest." Clay surmised.
"Aye. He didn't get one. After that, Kellan took Abel to keep him safe."
"Then let's go talk to Kellan." Jax says.
"No, he knows where you are. He'll find you."
"So we just wait?" Gemma snaps her patience running thin with whole situation.
"Aye. Your questions will be answered soon enough. Look, I'm sorry this has happened to you. I can't imagine the pain you must be feeling."
At the garage in Charming Tara is in Gemma's office with Chucky, filing some paperwork, trying to help out while Gemma is gone.
"So they ran some psych evals, gave me some meds, then spit me out. I don't mind jail, I just like it here better."
"Yeah, me, too." Tara says, then she overhears yelling from the garage bays where Tig and Kozik are at it again.
"Where's my five-eighth socket?" Tig yells.
"I got it." Kozik says from his position outside the garage bay, kneeling down opposite a black Harley.
"Hey, those aren't your goddamn tools."
"Blow me."
"What?"
"I said blow me."
"I need that socket."
"I don't have your goddamn socket."
"God. What is up with those two?" Tara questions as the two continue to bicker.
Chucky shakes his head, "Not sure, but judging by their level of malevolence, it's got to be at least one vagina involved."
"Thanks for the insight. I'll check the clubhouse for the receivables."
"You're a piece of shit."
"You're the one who stacked mud." Kozik replies.
"What does that even mean?"
"You know what it means."
"Why don't you talk to me like a human being?"
"Tinkerbell."
Tara shakes her head as she walks past the two, she sees Lyla pull up in her car and approaches her as she gets out and waves. "Hey."
"Hi." Tara replies.
"I just want to say I'm sorry about what happened yesterday with Ima."
"It's not your fault. I, um, saw you hit her. Thank you for that."
"My pleasure. Um, could I ask a favor?" Lyla says walking away from the prying ears of the guys.
"Okay."
The two walk over and sit down at the small table outside the front door of the clubhouse. "I need a good clinic for an abortion. Some place you can get in quick, pay cash."
"How far along are you?"
"Not far. About eight weeks."
"I can't think of any offhand. What about Kettleman?"
"They only take HMOs. I don't want this on the books. Word gets out, could hurt potential gigs."
"I'll ask around."
"Cool. Thanks." Lyla says standing up and heading for her car.
"Does, um, Opie know?"
Lyla stops and turns back, "No. Timing's just not right. I've been here before, Doc."
Inside the Belfast clubhouse the two main SAMBEL members sit at one side of the table, while Clay, Jax, Rayne, Bobby, Opie and Chibs sit at the opposite side.
"Had to be Jimmy, bought off the cops." Bobby says.
"Why would Jimmy want to deport you?" McGee questions.
Clay sighs, "I don't know, but he's been lying to us the whole time."
"You guys been having any problems with the Army?" Jax questions.
"Nope." O'Neill answers. "Still running protection for weapons in and out of Dungloe. It's our main gig. Got one tomorrow."
"We got to find Jimmy." Chibs says.
"Should talk to the priest." SAMBEL's V.P. offers.
"Kellan won't download his Army intel on outsiders." McGee states. "Call like that will get you an ass-kicking from the Caseys."
The church door opens and Juice steps in, "We got visitors."
The group files outside to find a Mercedes and a black van pulling into the lot. Rayne as always sidles up next to Happy, whenever she feels like things might go bad she finds him, he's a comfort that calms her.
"Oh, my God. It's my girls." Chibs breathes out before rushing to them. "Hi."
"Hey." His wife says before kissing his lips.
Chibs looks down at his daughter, he can tell she's not sure about him. It's been quite a long time since he has seen her. "Hi, how're you doing?"
"Hi." She says in a small voice.
"Jesus, look at ya." Chibs comments drawing a smile from her. He steps forward and envelops her in a light hug. Kerrianne hesitates for a moment before hugging him back.
The other members stand back watching the reunion, Rayne smiles up at Happy who winks, it's good to see their Scotsman happy once again.
The group consisting of Chibs and his wife, Clay, Jax, Gemma, Happy, Rayne, Juice and Opie head upstairs into their small apartment.
"I have no idea why Jimmy lied. I'm not privy to his plans. He doesn't trust me anymore."
"Do you at least know what he's been up to since he got back?" Chibs asks his wife.
"Recruiting. He's at his bar in Newry pretty much day and night."
"What about O'Neill? He on Jimmy's permanent payroll?" Jax asks needing a straight answer about the man.
"Not that I know of. But like I said, last few months, been in the dark. Sorry I have nothing that helps."
"It's okay. Thank you." Gemma tells her.
The door opens and one of the bodyguards walks in with Kerrianne. "Start wrapping it up, Fi. Need to get back."
Fi sighs standing up and grabbing her jacket. "Kellan wants us to stay at the rectory. It's like a bloody fortress."
"Jimmy really gonna try to hurt us, Ma?" Kerrianne asks.
Chibs stands up and crosses the room to them. "Hey, no one's ever gonna hurt my baby. I'll make sure of that."
"Can't they stay for a while? They just got here." Gemma says.
"Church is nearby, right? We can get 'em back safe." Clay adds wanting to give Chibs more time with his family.
"Your lads armed?" The man questions, before every SAMCRO member pulls out or flashes a gun. "Tonight then."
"Hey. Thanks." Chibs says nodding to the man.
Maureen and Trinity bring some clean sheets and groceries up to the apartment. Gemma is sleeping on the couch when they come in, she hears them and wakes up.
"This jet lag's kicking my ass."
Maureen smiles, "Brought you some coffee." She starts heading for the door but Gemma stops her.
"We should talk."
"Aye."
Gemma gets up and heads for the kitchen. "I was uh, holding on to this pathetic hope all the way here. Maybe you were wrong about Trinity. But one look…"
"She's got his eyes and his smile." Maureen says lighting a cigarette and leaning against the wall.
"Did he know? "
"Yes."
"Jesus Christ."
"I was 18! I didn't know what I was doing. Neither did he." Maureen explains as Gemma pulls out the coffee and milk. "Look, I've no delusions about you and I being friends. I just think a lot of hate right now is no good to anybody. The shit between us, it needs to stay buried."
"Seems no matter how deep I bury that shit… someone always digs it up."
"The truth about John will only distract Jax. That's not a good idea. Not now."
"Thanks for the coffee." Is all Gemma says in return.
Down the hallway Trinity knocks on the doorframe of one of the rooms, Jax looks up at her from the bed where he's laying. "Hi. My ma doesn't trust this place to lay out clean sheets."
"Good to know. Thanks."
"Gonna be a rough one, isn't it?" Trinity says eyeing Jax's gun hanging in the holster on his bed frame.
"I don't know."
"I'm sorry about your son. Wasn't here when my uncle showed up. Ma didn't want to tell me."
"Can you blame her? How old are you?"
"Twenty-two."
"You look younger."
"That a problem?" Trinity snarks.
Jax smiles, Juice walks into the room before he says anything. "Chibs is gonna take Fi and Kerrianne back to St. Matt's."
"Fine. Tell 'em to wait for me. I'm going with them."
"I better come with you. Don't want you lads getting lost in the big city."
"TM." Chucky says as he answers the office telephone, before hollering to the curly haired biker in the garage bay. "Tig!"
"What?!"
"Lumpy Feldstein on three."
"Move." Tig grabs the phone. "Lump."
Tig listens to Lumpy, after which he, Kozik and the two Prospects ride down to the gym.
"Whoever wants me out, they turned up the heat. They sent Darby to rough me up." Lumpy explains when they arrive.
"But he didn't, right?"
"No, not yet. But like he said, if it's not him, it'd be someone else."
"Lump, don't you worry about a thing. We'll keep you safe." Tig assures him.
Lumpy scoffs, "Ah, I'm not looking for a babysitter. I just want someone to know what's going on in case something happens here."
"Nothing's gonna happen, okay? We're on it." Kozik adds
"Okay." Lumpy nods. "All right, thanks, boys."
Lumpy leaves and the group of four heads for the door, but Kozik stops finding a pair of gloves on the boxing ring apron. "Hey." He tosses them to Tig who catches them. "That right cross is looking a little weak. I can help you get it back."
"Oh, you mean the right cross that did that to your eye."
"No, this shot was from a lucky knee, dude."
"Yeah, okay." Tig says tossing the gloves back into the ring.
"Yeah, I don't blame you. I'd be afraid to get in the ring with me, too."
Tig grabs a pair of gloves from Lumpy before climbing up in the ring. "I am so gonna beat your dumb blond ass. Take off your rings."
Chibs, Rayne, Jax and Opie get into the van with Fi and Kerrianne, they opted to escort them back to the church.
"How long you gonna stay with the priest?" Jax asks.
"Not sure."
"Listen, there's plenty of room on Oswald's plane, so you're coming back with us." Chibs states.
"I don't want to leave Ireland." His daughter says.
"Sweetheart, it's not for long. It's just till all this blows over."
"And when's that?" Kerrianne counters.
The car in front of them slams on the brakes causing Padraic to immediately stop. "What the hell's he doing?"
Rayne sits in the passenger seat, she sees a dark black car coming their way, three men in ski masks pull guns out and aim them at the van. "Get down! Get down!" She screams dropping to the floor.
The men open fire on the van as the group all ducks to avoid the bullets, Jax covering the girls on the floor.
After that the group split up, Chibs taking his girls back to the church while the others headed back to the clubhouse. They were all once again sitting in church when Chibs came back in.
"Girls okay?" Jax asks first.
Chibs nods, "Yeah, Casey picked 'em up at the back of the rectory."
"Any idea who the shooter was?" Clay questions.
"Had to have been Jimmy." Opie says.
"No, it wasn't." McGee states sounding very sure of himself. "It was the UVF. The Ulster Volunteers are radical Loyalists. They know that Fiona's with Jimmy, so they've probably been stalking her since she showed up here."
"Them and the PUP's bloody overwhelmed. All the recruiting Jimmy's been doing down south." O'Neill adds in.
"So they gun down women and children?" Rayne snaps, she doesn't trust O'Neill and her gut is never wrong.
"If they wanted to kill you, you'd be dead. Trust me on that, Princess."
"He's right." McGee says. "The UVF was using Fiona to send a message to Jimmy to cease and desist."
"Jesus Christ." Clay sighs.
Chibs looks around the table, "We ain't in Charming anymore, boys."
Later that night the two crews are outside in the courtyard having a good time. They'd lit up a huge bonfire, had some rock music playing, a gaggle of sexy half naked croweaters and a lot of alcohol. And as with any gathering of so much testosterone and ego, they'd had several fights go down that night already. Currently O'Neill was in the middle of a fight with one of his SAMBEL brothers, he'd already dispatched one and it looked like he was poised to end this fight shortly.
Just after that O'Neill put the man down hard with a shot to the jaw. "Yeah! Who's next, huh?"
From Rayne's left she heard someone accept and it made her break into a wide smile. "Me!" Jax yells taking off his rocker.
"Prince Charming." O'Neill snickers.
"Let's fight." Jax snaps before walking over to the table behind them and tossing his jacket on it. Pulling off his t-shirt he throws it on the table as well.
"You better knock him out." Rayne says as Jax takes off his jewelry and hands it to her for safe keeping.
"Don't you worry about that."
"Don't want him messing up that pretty face." Bobby jokes making the three laugh.
"It's him that should be worried about that. Just watch."
"Wrap you up?" Trinity asks holding onto the roll of tape.
Jax glances over at Rayne who gives him a raised eyebrow, he chuckles. "Thank you, but that's her job." He said nodding to Rayne who takes the roll from the girl. As she tapes up Jax, she can see Trinity out of the corner of her eye, plop down dejectedly on the picnic table bench.
"You owe me Jax, I almost took a bullet for you today." Rayne says as she finishes his hands.
"Aye, you're my hero." Jax jokes.
Rayne catches Gemma's eye glancing between Jax and Trinity, she nods to her mother, she understood what she was saying.
With that being said, so to speak, Gemma leans over the table beside Clay. "Hey, you want take me to your luxury suite?"
"Don't wanna watch your boy defend the club's honor?"
"Nah. I'd rather watch my man's big dick."
"What about your ticker?"
"Fully medicated."
That was all Clay needed to hear as he stood up from the table. Gemma rounded the other side kissing her son's cheek. "Hey. Make him bleed."
Jax nods as Gemma kisses Rayne's forehead, "Night my Princess."
Rayne smiles, "Night momma Gem."
"Where's your mom?" Gemma asks Trinity.
"She ain't much for parties."
The couple takes off inside as Rayne follows Jax to the circle where O'Neill awaits.
"Let's go, man." O'Neill taunts.
"You ready, punk?" Jax replies.
Rayne stands beside Happy, Juice beside her with his hand around her waist as they cheer on Jax. The two men trade a few punches, taunting one another before Jax gets the upper hand and starts pummeling O'Neill.
In Charming Tig and Kozik have finished their impromptu fight, both of them looking the they had just went 5 rounds with Muhammad Ali.
"You gonna be all right to drive? Or not drive?" Miles asks Tig.
"Shut up. Come here." Tig walks them into the lobby of the gym. "Okay, Shepard, you got the first watch with Lumpy."
"How long?"
"All night. He sleeps back there in that room."
"Right."
"Hey, you got a gun?" Kozik asks him.
"No. Should I?"
Tig pulls his gun out of his cut and hands it to Shepard. "You shoot it, you own it."
"Think I'm gonna have to shoot it?"
"I could stay, too." Miles offers.
"Did we tell you to stay?" Kozik snaps.
"I'm not staying. You'll be fine, dude."
"Yeah, no shit. Get out of here."
Back in Belfast Rayne is cheering on Hap who is now inside the makeshift ring of people taking on one of the SAMBEL prospects. He had made the mistake of insulting Rayne, which is something you never did around the SAMCRO guys. It had pissed all of them off, but Happy issued the challenge before any of them could blink.
Jax walks over to the table where Trinity sits smoking, she hands him his shirt and rocker. "Here Jax."
"Thank you." He walks over to the door when Opie, Chibs and Bobby come walking out of it. He holds up his arms showing his muscles as they cheer his victory. "I'm gonna hit the shower."
"Mom and Dad are rockin' the Kasbah, they got the facilities tied up." Opie says in a horrible Irish accent.
"You can use our bath at least the water will be almost-warm." Trinity offers having overheard.
"All right; sounds good."
"Sounds good, doesn't it?" Bobby jokes.
"Don't forget to scrub his back, darlin'!" Chibs snickers.
As Jax and Trinity reach the staircase they see an elder man dressed in a priest's outfit coming down from the apartment towards them. "Your uncle?"
"Aye."
"Jax Teller." Jax introduces himself as he shakes the man's hand.
"Jackson. Father Kellan. Well, better clean yourself up. Sean here'll see your make it to St. Matt's in one piece this time. We can talk there."
"Okay. See you later." He said before walking off to grab some clean clothes, his shower could wait until he'd found Abel.
"You need to put your ma to bed." The Priest says to Trinity who continues upstairs. She snubs out her mom's still lit cigarette, then covers her with a blanket. She's passed out on the couch so Trinity doesn't move her, just kisses her forehead.
"Love you, Ma."
Shepard is asleep on one of the benches when he hears someone breaking in the back door of the gym He stands up and quickly moves over by Lumpy's office door so they wouldn't see him. He watches a Mexican man walk through the door carrying an Ak47. He waltzes over to the trophy case and shatters the glass with the stock of the rifle. The he steps back towards the front doors and unloads a barrage of bullets into the trophy cases that line the walls. Shepard is now in the main room of the gym cowering against the wall, trying to avoid being seen.
"What the hell?" Lumpy walks out of his room, seeing the man with the gun. "Son of a bitch! What are you doing?!"
The man swings the rifle knocking Lumpy in the mouth and sending him to the floor. "You tell the Sons. Nobody messes with the Mayans." He then drops the gun on the floor, walks over, unlocks the front door and walks out.
Shepard finally comes out of hiding, and sees Lumpy lying on the floor with blood on his head. "Shit!" He grabs his cut and helmet and runs out the backdoor.
Inside of a clinic, Tara and Lyla sit side by side, both of them thinking about the critical decisions they both are making.
"Thanks again for this. I don't really have any people except Ope." Lyla confesses.
"It's okay. I don't mind."
"You must think I'm a freak, right? Porn star, baby killer—"
Tara smiles, "I don't think that. You sure you want to go through with it?"
"Yeah. I love Ope. Be nice to have kids with him someday."
"But not now." Tara understands where Lyla is coming from.
"Donna's ghost looms pretty large in that house. Ope tries to let me in, but the fear of something awful… always keeps me on the outside. I don't really know the guy."
"Sarah Palin?" The nurse calls.
"I guess that's me." Lyla says standing up.
"Yeah."
Lyla gives Tara a hug, "Thank you."
"Denise will take you back."
"Thank you."
The nurse takes Lyla back and then goes back to her spot behind the desk. Tara thinks hard for a moment, then approaches the woman. "Excuse me. I'd like to schedule an appointment."
"A follow-up for your friend?"
"No, for me, actually. I'm about seven weeks along."
The nurse understands, nodding her head. "Oh, sure, hon. Let's get you set up here."
"Thank you."
Back in Belfast Rayne sits at the table in the apartment in between Opie and Happy. Across from her is Chibs and Juice, Clay sits between her boyfriend and Killer. They're playing a high stakes game of poker.
"Let's go. Bet to the pass." Juice says.
"Two thousand."
"Hang on, hang on. $2,000 is the bet." Clay says tossing in his chips.
"Ten of D!" Juice laughs.
Gemma heads into the kitchen where Bobby is standing. "Hi."
He smiles at her, "Want some tea?"
"Sure. Why not?"
"Another two." Juice says smirking.
"Aw, Jesus." Chibs and the other's toss their cards down.
"You're fuckin' cheating." Rayne accuses her boyfriend, but her smiles betrays her words as Juice just winks at her.
"Drive by. Nearly deported. This is just day one." Gemma tells Bobby.
The man chuckles, "Just another vacation. How you doin'?"
"Okay."
"You know, we're gonna find the kid."
"I know."
"Full house." Clay says drawing protests from the others.
"I might've rigged the game." Juice laughs.
Clay chuckles as he stands up and collects his chips. "Come to papa. Come to papa."
"It's good to see him smile." Bobby comments. "He's a whole different guy when you're not around."
"You know, you're gonna have to take care of him, Bobby. When I'm gone. He trusts you more than anyone."
"Hey. There is no reason to go to the scary place, Gemma. We're all right here. Okay?"
"Yeah okay."
"Come here." Bobby pulls her in for a hug which she accepts. "How about that tea?"
As Bobby fixes her tea, Gemma looks over to Clay, she blows him a kiss and he gives her an air kiss in return, the both of them smiling.
Meanwhile amid all of the celebrating Jax goes to the church to meet with Ashby. He sits down in the pew beside the Priest. "Maureen said you have my son."
"Well, I know where he is, yes."
"Where?"
"He's—He's safe. Far from Belfast."
"What the hell does that mean? Do you have Abel or not?"
"Your son was in danger; that threat is still present."
"Jimmy."
"Aye."
"Why? He has no reason to hurt my kid."
"Oh, he has many. What I'm about to tell you, Jackson… is a very volatile subject. The words I say… only God can be a witness. You understand? Jimmy O'Phelan wants to end the Army's relationship with the Sons of Anarchy; wants to cut out the Belfast Charter from any future work. Stop dealing guns in Charming."
"Running protection is SAMBEL's main gig. It's why my dad helped set up the charter."
"Well, Jimmy wants to keep that income in his pocket. Wants to start selling your guns to the Russians up in Oregon. For greater profit. Everything Jimmy does is for profit."
"What does that have to do with my kid?"
"The Army council have come to a very difficult decision. Jimmy's greed and arrogance has become a hindrance both internally and politically. You experienced a vivid example of that hatred tonight."
"You're gonna get rid of him." Jax realizes.
"Well Jimmy is enmeshed in so many things that define us. If word got out that we had killed one of our own leaders, there would be chaos. The Loyalists would have a field day."
Jax catches on to what the father is insinuating. "But if someone from the outside killed him…"
"Vengeance of a distraught father. Something every Irishman would understand."
"And Jimmy knew that if we came here, you and me would be having this conversation."
"He knows a line's been drawn. That's why he lied to you about the baby; why he tried to get you deported; and now you're here, why he wants that little one as leverage. He is a grave threat to both our families. You kill Jimmy O'Phelan and I promise I will make sure Abel goes home in the arms of his loving family."