Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Could you identify Weston? - I got a pretty good look.
I know you listened in on Jimmy's call.
Gotta look this life In the eye
You being the true believer and all.
For you, it's medicine.
Jimmy would kill me if he knew I was here.
And I'm telling my men there's been no crime here.
We got a problem, Jimmy.
Time and place.
The sad truth is once you control the drugs, you control the city.
No, no, no
Who do you think I am, one of your old ladies?
White America, a future for my boys.
- They're 10 and 6. It's unconscionable. - It's okay, boys. I'm gonna get you out.
Cuff him, take him to the station.
Hands where I can see them, now!
Wipe them out, split it up.
If Jax or Clay leave, you put a loose tail on them, and you let me know, okay?
Ain't gonna be no bloodshed in Charming.
Hey, hey, hey. Clay's already tasked Belfast.
- Tell him we need to talk, yeah? - Yeah. Okay, Jimmy.
Nothing happens with Fiona that I don't know about.
I gotta go.
You, Ope and Juice start spreading the racial harmony gossip, all right?
Where's your da?
And you don't take shit from anyone.
Just because they bury the bodies someplace else...
...in this clubhouse and in this town.
Hey, Sack.
I wanna welcome you all to Club Reaper.
You're not just some crow eater...
God takes your soul You're on your own
There's a load under that cash register in the center drawer.
First thing I remember
Big shot screaming "Put your hands in the sky"
- Did you rat him, Filip? - No.
I believe we all got a job to do.
He will send somebody to keep you safe.
We're not here to provoke, we're here to educate.
All right. Got all the ammo, we just need the AKs.
You're here because you're family...
At least I didn't gang-rape them.
Half a sack, shitload of balls.
Don't worry, baby.
God takes your soul You're on your own
...and I love you, Fi.
I wanna welcome you all to Club Reaper.
Henry, you get everything south of Ghost Town.
- They're gonna watch over Kerrianne. - Oh, Filip, what have you done?
Easy. Okay.
Short on manpower.
...you're Jax Teller's old lady.
Oh, my God. You hit me.
Samcro has the cops on payroll, this town in its pocket.
I don't know where he is.
You got it.
Say hi to your kids for me.
You need to go find your daddy and bring him to me.
This doesn't concern you.
Son of a bitch.