Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You know...
You're gonna need the truck to get the baby home.
God takes your soul You're on your own
Let's go.
- Juice. Yeah?
Seaside night of Ålesund
- He wasn't a mule. Yeah, no shit.
Your Scandinavian glow
...then that's exactly what we do.
Yeah, and the Irish. Why?
- Give me a minute, please? Yeah.
Are you flagging all activity for the Sons?
Unser.
Come on.
You hit that?
Welcome.
Jimmy lost sight of our goals, but we need the income he generated.
What are you talking about?
Tara got a shot at the girlfriend, cut her pretty bad.
- All right. Great.
Please don't kill anybody.
We killed Alvarez last night. You got confirmation?
You're the one who went off plan, asshole.
We picked up the money and the bicycle thief.
We're hoping the Sons might be willing to trade on that need.
I made a deal with Jax Teller to deliver Jimmy O'Phelan.
Had to be for Fiona's location.
Jax Teller's doctor girlfriend is MIA.
And to Ireland.
Am I, uh, interrupting something?
No this is not my guitar
Holy shit.
His crew still wants their guns.
Your father's manuscript...
- Sorry about Lumpy. - Yeah.
...you'll never see him again in the Six Counties.
Obviously.