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Can you give us a minute, friend?

Let me see you represent Let me see you represent

I know why you lied for her.

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

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

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

We caught up with Frankie.

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

Hey. Clear this place out.

What about his affiliations?

Miles caught me doing it.

Get on your knees.

I thought I'd be okay to drive.

I let him believe it.

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

Well, there ain't gonna be much.

How do we do that?

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

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

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

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

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

We don't know anything yet.

How long does this take?

- Fine. - We know who the shooter is?

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

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

Get out of here, Juice. No more questions.

- Okay. Thanks. - Hey.

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

Tell them the truth.

Because hookers and bangers are gonna be your only family.

I'm so excited.

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

I hit a goddamn tree.

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