Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Secret babies are a bad idea.

God takes your soul You're on your own

What's going on?

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

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

All you got is an impression...

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

I can keep them safe in the rectory.

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

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

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

The Bastards need help.

You guys take the Cutlass and go to the plane.

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

- Thank you. - For what?

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

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

That sounds fair.

Hey, darling. - Father.

Let you know Samcro is on their way.

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

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

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

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

Make sure these shitheads aren't late.

I told Clay, the sheriff's initiated.