Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I knew it. Goddamn it.
We're flush for the Irish.
- We gotta get you to an E.R. - I'm wanted on four continents.
Darby runs his meth lab out of a diesel yard in Pope.
- She's at the hospital with the kid. - Okay. Good.
Everything you need to intercept and renegotiate the distribution agreement.
I get Charming. You get the gun intel.
I'm gonna need that in cash.
# Guess I'll get dressed and do the town #
- Not to mention A.T.F.'s still in place. - We can find cash and weapons.
It's gonna be awhile before they take him out of there.
# Can't get used to losing you #
- Left him for dead. - Sorry.
- you were very possessive. - Yes.
- Call the guys. - Lock the doors.
Don't you ever forget that.
You know? Set a good example and all.
Oh. Okay, relax.
That's a lot of cash.
Einstein said that any intelligent fool...
Yeah. I guess I will.
Oh, shit.
- Where is he? - The bedroom.
Wipe out SAMCRO.
- I'm sure everything you're saying is the truth- - No, no.
You don't want to mention that?
I know you don't. I know you love me.
# No matter what I try to do #
- You know this guy? - He's with the cause.
I saw a father who loves his son.
Thank you.
- Hey, Tig. - Yeah, darlin'?
- And why would I give a shit what happens in Pope? - I don't know.
# Gonna live my whole life through #
I heard you, uh, talking to Teller out there.