Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Half-ass gats you're buying off the street barely scare the clerks at the 7-Eleven.

Honestly? I don't know what we are.

When Kohn showed up in Charming, he knew this could only end one of two ways.

I can't keep doing this. Half our goddamn fights are about money.

- I'll deal with it. - Deal with it how?

And this was the only place I felt safe.

Wondering who was gonna die today.

- You made that call without a vote? - Yeah.

And it scares the shit out of me.

The bad guys will leave the ghetto and bring their filthy game to Charming.

Each savage event was a catalyst for the next.

If this thing passes...

McCain says if you're not there to pick up the second shift, your ass is canned.

- The second this goes down, I'm in the car, motor running. - Okay.

- We arm up just fine, ese. - Bullshit. You're packing toys. You need real guns.

Hey, Jax. Doc's looking for you.

- I'm glad that's clear. - So what happens next?

And what's your end?

You did what you had to do.

What could I do for you, Chief?

- Different targets, same war. - Mm-hmm.

That's a new kind of boldness.

I think we owe it to the Irish.

What I'm offering you is the same hardware at the same price.

- But I made sure that didn't land in Charming. - Barely.

- But you still gotta talk to Donna. You gotta- - I'm done talking.

Itjust happened before my eyes.

Took two slugs. Got one.

You're welcome.

We had nothing to do with the hit on the Nords.

- What about A.T. F? - Nonissue.

- Don't ride alone. - Yeah.

- To find Jax and Tara. - No, no, no.

expand my customer base.

We could be seeing black before we put a roof on.

We didn't have nothing to do with Darby.