Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

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

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

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

Samcro. This isn't supposed to happen.

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

Let him in, get his trust.

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

I think about all those choices lately.

Anything you need to tell me?

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

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

Self-disclosure kills the group.

- The van looks familiar. - Aye.

You wanna tell me?

Make him feel like a king.

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

How you gonna handle it? More bullets?

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

She's your problem now. Partner.

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

There's a RICO case.

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

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

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

Get back on your knees.

Ortiz. Need to see you for a minute.

I need another chance I got blood on my hands

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

Clay promised us shit he couldn't deliver.