Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Yeah. I'll watch her.

- Let him in. Shut those doors. - Oh! My arse!

- Shit. - Shit.

She's not there. Don't go looking for her, either.

Got intel on all of it.

you all sit down with the Mayans in your own territories...

But this isn't me being some overbearing bitch.

Hey, Relax, Huh? Shit Happens, Man.

We've been waiting for those medical supplies, man.

- What went south? - That spick name don't ring a bell.

it all lands in our favor.

- Have a drown. There you go. - Take him out?

You guys need guns, right?

And someone better start thinking clearly before both of you get hurt.

- Are you Irish, Doc? - Half.

Anybody opposed?

You heard what-You heard what Clay said. Family stays put.

I've been calling you.

What do you want me to do? How can I help you?

And that puzzle piece you couldn't see...

And the first bullet...

Arrest the white guy. Let the wetbacks and coons shoot up whoever they want to shoot up.

If the penicillin kills the infection, he should make it.

Nords and Mayans were the away team.

I called his cell phone a dozen times...

Sure you know what you're doing?

There's only one thing that's gonna make this work.

At his house, in Charming.

I didn't see this coming.

I don't know, man. Mayans and Sons, that's some real Arab-Jew shit.

Save both of you from something bad.

- Ah, Jesus! Shit, shit, shit! - Jesus!

I'm not an idiot.

Look, man, I'm fine. You should go after her.

I need back in.

Until we see where this lands, you stay put, understand?

You and Jax are obviously reconnected.