Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- I think he's here for me. - What are you talking about?
- I want you to hear this from me. - What?
- He is done. - Really?
You better, man, or I'm gonna.
You're right. I do.
I'm Lowell.
- I'm sorry, Clay. - Next time maybe Moby drowns in that bathtub.
would you be about that?
You ain't thinking about betting on the prospect.
I don't mind it, Clay. I'm just helping the Half-Sack train.
No one asked you to take this on.
Sound familiar?
Aw, shit.
# You're on your own #
- That's right. - We got to stop the P.D. From I.D.'ing those bodies.
Sounds good.
Shit. No, come on, man. I can beat this guy. I can win this whole thing.
- I'm not a rat. - Look at you.
This is it, prospect, your final fight.
Don't be. There it is.
You wanna go to war with me, you sick piece of shit?
I know.
- Shit, I'll kill him. I'll kill him. - No, no, no. My bad. My bad.
Who do you think killed him?
- Stop, 'kay? Please. - Come on.
I'm sorry, Clay.
- I'm done with that. - Come on.
No. It's cool.
Things all better with the little missus now?
He hasn't missed any work.
- Close to SAMCRO. - How close?
- She's still got ties in you. - You know what?
- She's gonna stay with him till the fight. - No, I'm not.
You won't have to worry about that guy anymore.
Whoo!
Really, it is.
Just like your dad.
Kohn's gone. I watched him leave town.
No. L-
Have a seat, Lowell.
Oh, shit. Oh, shit.
Is this us?
Come on! Get 'em in there!