Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You're not going to jail.
You made a deal with the feds. - I don't give a shit.
- What? - Just go. Now.
Well, I'll press McGee for that truth, but either way we got no choice.
My mother.
I don't know.
You need anything, you call Samcro.
You doing okay?
Right. Well, give us a call when you arrive in Stranraer.
Yeah
Considering.
Yeah. Maybe you can push her for more information.
...you're gonna have to fill the prescription.
Come on, come on Won't you get me my room?
Do you have a moment?
I know.
You exert a strong influence over Tara.
...he kidnapped Jax's son.
I get it, man.
You're a bad liar, Wayne.
Jax, get your boy.
Got you loaners and put you up at the flophouse just off the alley.
What?
Do you know where my grandson is?
Must be his old lady. Yeah.
- Yo. - T.O. called.
With my son?
Put somebody else in charge.
Come on, come on, Unser must have called this in.