Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-You know what, bro? -Hey. Hey, hey.

...about the Nomads. And they'll need any records you have on them.

Make him feel like a king.

How you gonna handle it? More bullets?

-I was wondering if you could watch the boys. -Yeah, okay.

We put it down and break 'em off Y'all, is you with me?

Ortiz. Need to see you for a minute.

I need another chance I got blood on my hands

At least you can look me in the eyes before you kill me. You guinea coward.

You wanna tell me?

Let him in, get his trust.

Give him to me and I give you the rat at your table.

How did they know where to find you? Did they follow you?

-I need you to stay in here. -Why?

-I'm sorry, Mom. -Are my babies okay?

Clay promised us shit he couldn't deliver.

Anything you need to tell me?

I think about all those choices lately.

There's a RICO case.

I'll chalk that off to a decision made under duress. Don't test me again.

She's your problem now. Partner.

Self-disclosure kills the group.

What happens? We get you at the head of the table.

You're the only thing she's got left.

- How do you think this ends, Frankie? - This wasn't my idea, kid.

Samcro. This isn't supposed to happen.

However this thing unravels with Clay, it's got to come to the club.

Get back on your knees.

Well, what are you gonna do, prez? You gonna beat the shit out of your mom?

- The van looks familiar. - Aye.