#secretlysamcro scripts

[secretlysamcro]

OPENING SCENE

SFX: “Bury me face down” by Grandson plays over the opening montage.

MONTAGE SEQUENCE

EXT. HIGHWAY - EARLY MORNING

A black SUV drives down the highway, just passing the ‘Welcome to Charming’ road sign. Dust kicking up behind the car.

CUT TO INT. Y/N’S NEW HOUSE - SAME TIME

The front door opens.

Y/N steps inside with a key dangling in one hand as she holds one of the last moving boxes close to her chest. Her shoes hit the hardwood floor as she moves slowly, cautiously as if surveying the place.

Dust dances in the sun slicing through the bare windows, the emptiness making it feel somewhat eery.

She drops the keys into a dish on the counter. Then adds the box on top of the already high stack of others.

CAMERA PANS OUT Wide and slow - revealing how bare the room really is. Quiet. A fresh start she’s not sure she wanted.

CUT TO INT. SUV - MOMENTS AFTER

JAX TELLER sits in the passenger seat, freshly released from Stockton. He looks out the window with a blank expression.

Faint bruising still visible, stubble outgrown, hands twitching slightly.

GEMMA TELLER MORROW driving him home. Sunglasses on, glancing at him sideways. But he doesn’t speak.

In the backseat: Jax’s kutte folded, still untouched.

CUT TO INT. SAMCRO CLUBHOUSE - SAME TIME

HAPPY LOWMAN sits on the floor with ABEL TELLER and THOMAS TELLER. A collection of toys set up between them. Neither boys smiling.

PHILLIP 'CHIBS' TELFORD leans against the bar. eyes on the boys. ALEXANDER 'TIG' TRAGER stands nearby, arms crossed, focused on the kids also. SFX: Footsteps approaching the clubhouse doors

ABEL TELLER looks over to clubhouse door. Expecting it to be his Mother. But its not. CUT TO: CHARLES 'CHUCKIE' MARNSTEIN appears in frame. Bouncing through the doors of the clubhouse. Holding up two bags of takeout. Smiling in the direction of the others.

FADE TO INT. Y/N’S NEW HOUSE - MOMENTS AFTER

• Opens all window, the wind blowing the thin curtains.

• Tosses clothes into draws, not folding just rushed.

• Opens an empty cupboard. Closing it harder than necessary.

• Lights a cigarette, takes two drags before dragging a hand over face. Clearly stressed.

CAMERA MOVES PAST Y/N THROUGH WINDOW TO INT./EXT. J. TELLER'S HOME - MID MORNING - SAME TIME

Engine cuts. Everything goes still.

JAX sits in the passenger seat, his hands loose in his lap, expression unreadable. Eyes stuck forward.

GEMMA looks at him from the drivers side.

But he doesn’t turn. Just stares at his house like it might say something to him.

She doesn’t say anything. She knows better.

CAMERA POV - JAX’S EYES

JAX turns to look across the street: A car packed slightly crooked, bumper over the curb. Front windows of the house wide open, curtains fluttering in the wind. A hoodie hangs off the porch railing. A half unpacked life in plain sight.

He notices it all, he just doesn’t care.

CUTS TO INT. J. TELLER’S HOME - FRONT DOOR OPENS

JAX steps inside. Doesn’t move. Doesn’t say a word, just stands there, Letting the silence drag over him.

The montage is over. The music has stopped.

JAX steps into the kitchen slowly, each step careful like he’s trying not to break something. SFX: Foot steps loud on screen. Main audio focus.

CAMERA TRACKS BEHIND HIM slow and steady as he moves forward, his eyes zoned in on the floor by the sink.

The tiles are clean, blood long gone. But he still sees it.

SFX: Echoed crying fades in (V.O) JAX’S own sobs. Raw. Painful. From the moments he found Tara murdered on his kitchen floor. Sounds are faint, somewhat distant. Playing in his memory.

CAMERA MOVES IN slowly on JAX’S face. Outlining the grief he's trying to contain.

SFX: Echoed crying fades out.

GEMMA appears in frame. Stepping quietly behind JAX, who's still frozen in place, staring at the same spot.

CAMERA MOVES IN on their faces.

JAX looks numb, almost hollow.

GEMMA'S guilt written across her face.

CAMERA SHIFS TO JAX'S POV Out the kitchen window. Across the street, Y/N is on her porch, tugging her hoodie off the railing. She shakes it out and slides it on. Quick and careless. Still settling in, still stressed.

She doesn't see him watching.

GEMMA O.S (softly) "You gonna be okay here?"

CAMERA CUTS BACK TO JAX AND GEMMA JAX blinks, shakes it off. Back in the room.

JAX (quiet, distant) "Yeah. Just need a shower. Gotta get shit together...meet the boys back at the club."

GEMMA "Place hasn't felt right without you"

JAX walks past GEMMA.

No response, just the silence filling the space between them.

GEMMA turns slightly, watching him disappear down the hall.

GEMMA (under her breath) "I'm sorry"

CAMERA STAYS on her for a second longer.

CUT TO EXT. Y/N'S HOUSE - FRONT PORCH - MOMENTS LATER

Y/N stands on her porch, phone pressed to her ear. Pacing slightly, hoodie hitched up a little, slippers on.

Y/N (on the phone) "I did reset the damn router...twice. The light's still red" (pause) "Yeah well the fuckin' hot water's cut out too..."

She sighs, clearly frustrated. Turns slightly, still in mid conversation.

CAMERA SHIFTS - ACROSS THE STREET - EXT. J. TELLERS HOUSE

JAX steps out his front door. Freshly shaved. Hair slicked back. White tee. Fitted jeans. Clean white Air Forces.

He walks to the SUV parked at the curb. Opens the back door.

Reaches in, pulls out his kutte.

For a second, he stands there, holding it.

Then, he slips it on.

SAMCRO reaper proud across his back once again.

Y/N catches the motion out of the corner of her eye.

She lowers her phone slightly, distracted. Squints - trying to read the patches Still listening to the voice on the end of the line.

Y/N (distracted, muttering) "...yeah...okay"

CAMERA ZOOMS IN - EYE CONTACT.

JAX looks up. (slight tilt of the chin, eyes narrow but expression unreadable)

Y/N looks back. (Brows slightly creased) They lock eyes across the street. A second too long to just be casual. Then, JAX turns.

Y/N watches him go.

Still holding her phone, still distracted.

CLOSE UP - Y/N'S FACE. Confused. Evidently intrigued.

CAMERA CUTS TO EXT. J. TELLER HOUSE - FRONT DOOR

JAX strides back towards his front door.

Doesn't look back. JAX SLAMS the door shut behind him. THEME SONG BEGINS ON BEAT OF SLAMMED DOOR - "This life" by Curtis Stigers and The Forest Rangers. OPENING CREDITS.

TO BE CONTINUED…