Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Let's go, kids. Yeah.

I gotta think killing one of your own might be a bad career move.

Hey. Been looking for you.

Get it on, get it on

These are reckless times, Clay.

You just signed my death warrant.

What's this idiot doing?

All it needs is my signature.

They call him the matador

Losing Abel. All the death.

Putlova's got no love for the Irish.

The king is gone But he's not forgotten

Take a few. They're big numbers.

With a blade and a smile

- Tara's here. - All right.

Hey, Lyla's got something she wants to say.

I'll give you the location. But you gotta hang back, a few miles at least.

The crowd rose As the blood's running warm

I just came from your mother.

Tig, can I show you something?

Put your hands on the wheel.

Get it on, get it on, get it on

I love you too.

I live and love with you

You don't know that.

All right. Why don't you, uh...? You find out what that would look like?

I have a feeling.

Close it off. - Yes, ma'am. Let's go. Move.

I know what you have to do.

You'll know everything soon enough, baby.

What's going on, Jax?

Killed five members in Northern Ireland.

Children cry in their mother's arms

Yeah, 2 mil, more or less.

She hates all of me.

Jax is lying to his club.

Hey, don't bend them.

...it could buy us enough time to get Jimmy out of there.