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Because hookers and bangers are gonna be your only family.

What about his affiliations?

- I get it, bro. A gig's a gig. - Yeah.

Hey, hey We put it down and break 'em off

Jax and Tara are never gonna forgive me if they find out.

Hey. Clear this place out.

- Yeah. - Just take that gun out of her mouth.

I'm so excited.

Tell them the truth.

Everybody at that table's done something puts them outside the reaper.

Miles caught me doing it.

Let me see you represent Let me see you represent

Get out of here, Juice. No more questions.

So Frankie hires a black guy, makes it look like Pope.

I thought I'd be okay to drive.

How long does this take?

How do we do that?

-Just a cut on the head. -Oh, my God.

I know why you lied for her.

No, he'll probably just let him out when he gets far enough away.

Looking for the guy who tried to kill both of you.

We don't know anything yet.

I let him believe it.

I don't know. They were probably trailing us from the clubhouse.

I guess they couldn't make it. The feds.

- Fine. - We know who the shooter is?

- Okay. Thanks. - Hey.

Can you give us a minute, friend?

Well, there ain't gonna be much.

I don't give a shit where you get it. I need two hundred grand or I kill Ope's whore.

Couple of prison tats, Black Nation. That's it.

I hit a goddamn tree.

Not until we can prove it. Until then, he can't know we're on to him.

Get on your knees.

We caught up with Frankie.

-Oh, shit, man. The poor kid. -Yeah.