Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

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

- The van looks familiar. - Aye.

Let him in, get his trust.

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

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

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

Samcro. This isn't supposed to happen.

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

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

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

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

Anything you need to tell me?

Ortiz. Need to see you for a minute.

There's a RICO case.

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

Make him feel like a king.

She's your problem now. Partner.

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

Self-disclosure kills the group.

I think about all those choices lately.

Get back on your knees.

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

Clay promised us shit he couldn't deliver.

I need another chance I got blood on my hands

How you gonna handle it? More bullets?

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

You wanna tell me?

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

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