Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You really don't trust this bitch, do you?
Put it in.
No serial numbers.
- All right. Say cheese. - Cheese.
- Everything okay? - Yeah.
I mean, Chibs, he's up north with McKeevy.
Afraid the amped-up carb's gonna throw too much heat on the line.
Cherry.
- Mayans? What do you want to do? - Weapons behind the bar.
Look. Look, man.
- Hey, darlin'. Do me a favor? - Sure, babe.
It'll be months before the warehouse is up and running.
Mayans pressing the Devil's Tribe to pay a vig...
#God takes your soul #
- Why? - Just go.
- You went through my bag? - I spotted it.
Thanks.
in the last couple of weeks.
I'm his mother, and until I am dead and cold...
- Figured you'd need it for work. - Oh. Yeah.
I went for a ride to clear my head, and the Mayans spotted me.
- Never throw these guys any lip, okay? - I didn't.
Holy shit.
You didn't specify what kind of drug.
Makes Mardi Gras look like a sweet 16 party.
Right now.
# We call her American dream #
Clay's making a mistake. The Tribe ain't S.O.A. Material.
We're ridin' to Indian Hills. Mandatory.
Hey.
- You okay? - I'm fine.
So how are we gonna handle the Mayans?
- Sheriff likes the girls. - Right.
Actually, I'm just heading out for a couple of days.
Patch over party!
will be the last for the Devil's Tribe.
I'm very observant.
Oh. And, uh...
- Patch over? - It's time, Jury.
Maybe she just needs a tune-up.
Look, maybe I do head to Indian Hills, offerJury some advice.
#I can make you holler #
I get that.
I can barely turn around without stepping on some piece of history.
You gotta get right with that.
It is my personal hope that every one of you wears this cut.