Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Go get Dr. Gallagher. - He's in surgery.

God takes your soul You're on your own

- Thank you. - For what?

I can keep them safe in the rectory.

Can't handle the thought that something bad might happen to you too.

Hopefully you'll do a better job keeping your guys in line.

...that folks are just fat Irish sheep moving with the loyal herd.

We are not gonna make it out. They're looking for the truck.

Make sure these shitheads aren't late.

All you got is an impression...

What's going on?

I told Clay, the sheriff's initiated.

- Hey, this comes with a price. - And nobody's buying today, Tig.

That sounds fair.

The Bastards need help.

Think it's gonna take more than a little porn pussy to scare away Tara.

And if the cops don't believe the lie, then I guess I'll suffer the consequences.

We talked to Oswald. We're all set. We leave this afternoon.

Now, if he don't care, I do.

Secret babies are a bad idea.

- Take it off. Take it off. - Take it off, bitch.

Let you know Samcro is on their way.

Hey, darling. - Father.

I don't know, but helping Gemma was my way of making up for it.

I'm guessing those wetback skulls are gonna be there.

You guys take the Cutlass and go to the plane.