Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...sorry, Clay stays put.
Supposed to put pressure on Jax, not a homicide investigation on me.
What do you feel like having?
Cover the damage on the club and the cabin. Guns, cash, don't matter.
Make sure it's real.
So how we gonna make this right?
All my records here, I'm single...
With Clay.
Well, he had no choice.
- Hey, Lucious, your dad's here. - Hey.
All right, this shit's creeping me out.
Wearing colors, carrying a weapon.
From her.
Yeah.
All in favor of who you know, meeting Mr.Mayhem
Yeah, you know how it is. Guys get lazy. Greedy.
Gogo and Greg tried to kill Unser.
Just the right.
-Frankie still likes them young and slanted. -Yeah, pussy tells all.
Taking pictures on the wall
With heavy hands and static balls
Not exactly, but I think I get the point.
He ain't in Oakland or I'd know about it.
I brought you something.
No.
You riding?
That was something that never got in your way.
- There's about 130 cash, good watches. - This wasn't my idea, kid.
Because I'm a little cautious when it comes to Nomad integrity.
Never mind.
Call me cautious.
And you're right.
Did you see Otto?
I know it wasn't me or Bobby.
He tried to kill you. That would be a pro.
Cookies.
I'm afraid the staph might be a precursor to meningitis.
Maybe you can find him in Chigger Woods.
I saw your face in the crowd And you came out
You okay?
Good thing you're off duty.
He knows something.
Protecting my man.
Yeah.
There's no law to change your name
I see you, Gemma.
I'll keep that in mind.
What the hell am I doing?
-And Frankie? -I want money.
He seems to be heading north.
All in favor of stripping his patch.
Been a while since someone visited.
-I need proof. -You want me to spy on him?
What do you wanna do with her?