Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Come on, girls.
Have a safe run. Hope you find what you're looking for.
I don't know. Got no word from Jimmy.
I got another name for you: Liam O'Neill, SOA Belfast.
He's right, Chibs.
Riding through this world All alone
So we find Jimmy...
- Hello? Can you talk?
- Let's go. We're not going with you.
- It'll be taking bread off our tables. - We don't need a cut.
Okay. Go.
As far as they know, we want Jimmy to grill him about Abel.
No, no, just give me a moment.
Well, then who did?
Holy shit, Lump, what happened?
Come on. Come on, let's go.
Get in.
Mm-hm.
Yeah.
- Where's the guns? - Inside.
Drop the gun.
You come trying to fetch me and Kerri again...
Yeah. Um...
That I hear
Line two, chief.
Some sort of power beef going down in the army ranks.
No.
Come on, brother.
- How are you? - Filip. Ha, ha.
John and I grew very close while he was here.
- You're crazy bitches, the lot. - Shut up.
You need to check out that stretch of Liberty.
Go.
I got some unfinished business with the Sons.
You got to give me something, Lump, or I'm gonna have to go by the book.
Look into arresting the guy...
From the county clerk.
I am.
How are the girls?
I don't know. That's why I came to see him.