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Can you give us a minute, friend?

Jax and Tara are never gonna forgive me if they find out.

I know why you lied for her.

How do we do that?

Looking for the guy who tried to kill both of you.

-Just a cut on the head. -Oh, my God.

Get on your knees.

Hey. Clear this place out.

Because hookers and bangers are gonna be your only family.

We don't know anything yet.

I let him believe it.

Get out of here, Juice. No more questions.

I thought I'd be okay to drive.

Not until we can prove it. Until then, he can't know we're on to him.

Let me see you represent Let me see you represent

What about his affiliations?

- Fine. - We know who the shooter is?

Tell them the truth.

How long does this take?

Hey, hey We put it down and break 'em off

I don't give a shit where you get it. I need two hundred grand or I kill Ope's whore.

- Okay. Thanks. - Hey.

- I get it, bro. A gig's a gig. - Yeah.

I don't know. They were probably trailing us from the clubhouse.

Everybody at that table's done something puts them outside the reaper.

No, he'll probably just let him out when he gets far enough away.

I'm so excited.

Miles caught me doing it.

Couple of prison tats, Black Nation. That's it.

So Frankie hires a black guy, makes it look like Pope.

I guess they couldn't make it. The feds.

- Yeah. - Just take that gun out of her mouth.

-Oh, shit, man. The poor kid. -Yeah.

Well, there ain't gonna be much.

I hit a goddamn tree.

We caught up with Frankie.