Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

God takes your soul You're on your own

- What is he doing here? - Go back to bed.

Next one, tomorrow afternoon.

You let a goddamn puppet club strip his patch?

She wants to see you.

What's that mean for us?

Just take down this number.

Hey. You just set that truth straight.

Insisted it was important for Ma to call back.

Too many strings. I want a statement signed by you...

I'm so excited. I gotta tell my mama...

How do you know?

- No. I let it happen. Yeah.

I piss off the Army, I end up with my head squeezed off by a razor wire.

...and my club.

...that we have received.

Well, we know where the Mexicans are cutting and bagging the heroin.

- Take it easy, Lump. You hang in there. - Okay, goodbye. Hey, Sean.

I was thinking I was gonna see my grandson.

...but we might need more than one unfamiliar face to scope this place out.

Not here. Who is it?

Shouldn't we be asking you that?

I understand you've, uh, made contact with someone else we know.

Yeah, that's the Chicken Man.

You know, we know Cammy took Jax Teller's boy.

If it was your flesh and blood, you would have thrown yourself in front of a bullet.

Because I don't know how to tell them we may not be able to save their child.

Why do you ask?

Juice is hacking DMV now?

...to some left-for-dead field office.

...I get weekly visitations.

I sell this place, I got nothing.

If O'Neill lied to you...

And how am I supposed to deliver those things?