Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

I need another chance I got blood on my hands

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

Anything you need to tell me?

Let him in, get his trust.

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

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

Make him feel like a king.

She's your problem now. Partner.

- The van looks familiar. - Aye.

Samcro. This isn't supposed to happen.

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

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

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

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

There's a RICO case.

Clay promised us shit he couldn't deliver.

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

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

Ortiz. Need to see you for a minute.

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

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

You wanna tell me?

I think about all those choices lately.

Get back on your knees.

How you gonna handle it? More bullets?

Self-disclosure kills the group.

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

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

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