Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You wouldn't believe me if I told you.
No, it's about the word of two felons...
Lump told Unser it was the Mayans.
- Welcome to the Republic, gents. - Thanks. Pretty country.
- Then we kill Jimmy. It's not that simple.
- We want in on the Dungloe run. - Heh. That's a short list, brother.
No, we're not.
Darby couldn't finish the job, but someone did, and Hale initiated.
I loved him dearly.
- Where are you headed? - Coast.
No, you take the prospects around back. We're going to the front.
We'll pick up the rear, make sure nobody flanks us.
Hey, I know you. You're Jax Teller's girl, right?
There's a lot of bad blood there. Don't take much to kick it back up.
Was it really Mayan retaliation?
Oh, for chrissake.
I watched my baby slip into a coma...
Burning with desire And hate
Put it down.
Near the Republic border. It's routine.
A single developer's buying out that block...
I heard a scream.
IDs. IDs, let's go.
- Hold it. - Hold up.
- They're getting through. - Get moving.
Open up!
Pack it up again
So, what do you want?
You focus on the hate you need to kill all these Irish pricks.