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It was survival.
followed by a hell you don't even want to know.
He's not smart enough right now to do what's right.
- He needs a doctor, and he needs it now. - All right.
You up for it, Hap?
We're just gonna figure it all out, are we?
You look like shit, man.
- Well, we've done that. - Until now.
Where are you going?
- We sit back and do nothing? - No. We do something.
I don't know.
Made a deal with him, man. He's gonna start selling us guns.
An hour from now, there's gonna be a dozen guys sitting around a redwood table planning a kill.
- How is that our problem? - It ain't a problem.
is exactly what Captain America out there wants.
Juice, Laroy don't got no loyalty to us.
This ain't funny at all.
And next time it won't be a few of Darby's scumbags who go down.
Okay. Okay, stupid question.
Deal always was outlaws live in Charming, shit beyond the borders.
I want Ope pulling the trigger on this.
Little Dutch boy's keeping the- the blood dike from bursting.
Guess we'll find out.
What the hell is this?
It's for my cancer.
To prove I'm Sam Crow.
You stay put.
- it will not end here. - Don't get involved in my end game, okay, old friend?
Unser at the back door.
I'm an old cop.
They're gonna fire you. The club more important than taking care of me and the kids?
He's been buying from other dealers, he reneged on the A.K. Sale.
Your charters leave my new crew in Indian Hills alone.
But Sam Crow handles the retaliation.
You can't change the rules or it all goes to hell.
Is that how this works? You make up your own moral code for everything?
Okay. Makes sense. Let me know if anything breaks.
What I really need is that nigger's heroin trade.
Thanks for saving the Irishman.
That means like kill him?
Can I go and wash my hands and stuff?