Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Tell your ma I come.

What if it was your baby?

- I do. Jax, no!

Sorry about Hale.

You stop taking your meds?

I'll bring him back to Hainey's Pub, put him and the guns in his SUV.

Oh, right. Well, I might catch her later, huh?

Between you and me, I think he's gonna press you real hard for intel on the club.

- You sound like my mother. - A wise woman.

Even if I could push the bail hearing, you guys still can't leave the country.

...I'm gonna beat the truth out of him...

Consider your request for a leave denied.

- They took my cut. What?

No. Bad arrhythmia. Knocked you on your ass.

I deliver Jimmy and my sworn statement...

Oh, Rupert's closed about, uh, six weeks after the pawn shop folded.

You better tell me, darling. Now you're messing in my business.

Well, if you have a better one, then you can share it with his parents.

I don't give a shit what you have to do.

I don't think that's a good idea.

Come on, hero, let's go. Let's get you patched up, huh?