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# You're on your own #

Just like your dad.

I'm sorry, Clay.

Who do you think killed him?

- That's right. - We got to stop the P.D. From I.D.'ing those bodies.

- I want you to hear this from me. - What?

You ain't thinking about betting on the prospect.

Sound familiar?

Don't be. There it is.

This is it, prospect, your final fight.

Have a seat, Lowell.

- She's gonna stay with him till the fight. - No, I'm not.

Come on! Get 'em in there!

- I'm done with that. - Come on.

Kohn's gone. I watched him leave town.

- He is done. - Really?

I don't mind it, Clay. I'm just helping the Half-Sack train.

You wanna go to war with me, you sick piece of shit?

You won't have to worry about that guy anymore.

would you be about that?

You better, man, or I'm gonna.

- I'm not a rat. - Look at you.

- Stop, 'kay? Please. - Come on.

You're right. I do.

- I think he's here for me. - What are you talking about?

No one asked you to take this on.

Things all better with the little missus now?

- She's still got ties in you. - You know what?

- Shit, I'll kill him. I'll kill him. - No, no, no. My bad. My bad.

- I'm sorry, Clay. - Next time maybe Moby drowns in that bathtub.

- Close to SAMCRO. - How close?

Shit. No, come on, man. I can beat this guy. I can win this whole thing.

He hasn't missed any work.

Oh, shit. Oh, shit.