Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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