Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Make him feel like a king.

You wanna tell me?

Ortiz. Need to see you for a minute.

I think about all those choices lately.

I'll chalk that off to a decision made under duress. Don't test me again.

There's a RICO case.

-I'm sorry, Mom. -Are my babies okay?

Let him in, get his trust.

We put it down and break 'em off Y'all, is you with me?

You're the only thing she's got left.

...about the Nomads. And they'll need any records you have on them.

Well, what are you gonna do, prez? You gonna beat the shit out of your mom?

-You know what, bro? -Hey. Hey, hey.

However this thing unravels with Clay, it's got to come to the club.

I need another chance I got blood on my hands

- How do you think this ends, Frankie? - This wasn't my idea, kid.

Self-disclosure kills the group.

Get back on your knees.

How did they know where to find you? Did they follow you?

Anything you need to tell me?

Clay promised us shit he couldn't deliver.

Give him to me and I give you the rat at your table.

-I was wondering if you could watch the boys. -Yeah, okay.

Samcro. This isn't supposed to happen.

How you gonna handle it? More bullets?

-I need you to stay in here. -Why?

She's your problem now. Partner.

At least you can look me in the eyes before you kill me. You guinea coward.

- The van looks familiar. - Aye.

What happens? We get you at the head of the table.