Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Guy we knew in Chino, Frankie Diamonds. He hired us.
You wanna fix the damage you've done?
They were white, racist and violent. That fits all the requirements, right?
What are you talking about?
Jax is gonna bring everybody up to speed.
-So where's Frankie Diamonds? -We got no idea.
On the table.
No. It's not.
That someone wants you dead, and hired a black guy to do it.
He's just an asshole cop, man.
Unser's here. He's got some info.
Unemployment's crushing the 'hood, brothers need work.
Where's this headed?
Does Gemma know?
For being careless vetting new members.
He tried to get me to work with the feds.
Tommy boy, he's golden. He didn't get a scratch.
- Guns and knives. - Jesus Christ.
-I know you got cartel cash in the chapel safe. -We ain't a bank, Frankie.
I'll walk you out.
You wanna be with Gemma? Be my guest.
Ten, 19, zero, three.
I think about that too.
You want me to spy on him?
-Clay, I didn't-- -Listen to me.
-Appreciate that. -Let me know if you need anything.
- Shit. - These break-ins were to put pressure on Jax...
Seven weeks in.