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Shit. I'm serious. I think it's infected.

- Your old man worked for Teller-Morrow, right? - Yeah.

Well, you have a good night, all right?

- any day of the week. - Absolutely.

You save him from me.

That doesn't sound like you, Jax.

we control how it ends, it could be a huge payday.

He was not a friend.

so it might be our only shot.

Lowell Harlan Sr.

- Get your hands off me. - Quarantine.

It's already been I.D.'d.

- What'd we pull together for McKeevy? - A hundred and 20.

I went through three precincts before someone would even give me that restraining order.

You help my little boy.

Sam Crow rehab.

Hale is gonna try to screw with your compass.

And all three of them were Mayans?

- Keep your hands up, Lowell. - Now you're getting cocky.

Apparently after you stabbed him with some scissors.

you're a lucky man

Oh, shit. Shit!

So I talked to Trammel.

We have, uh, some sad news for you about your father.