Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Some sort of power beef going down in the army ranks.
From the county clerk.
I got another name for you: Liam O'Neill, SOA Belfast.
- It'll be taking bread off our tables. - We don't need a cut.
Drop the gun.
Well, then who did?
Okay. Go.
John and I grew very close while he was here.
That I hear
- Hello? Can you talk?
He's right, Chibs.
You come trying to fetch me and Kerri again...
Yeah. Um...
As far as they know, we want Jimmy to grill him about Abel.
I got some unfinished business with the Sons.
You got to give me something, Lump, or I'm gonna have to go by the book.
- How are you? - Filip. Ha, ha.
- Where's the guns? - Inside.
I am.
Come on, girls.
Have a safe run. Hope you find what you're looking for.
Holy shit, Lump, what happened?
So we find Jimmy...
Come on, brother.
Look into arresting the guy...
Yeah.
- You're crazy bitches, the lot. - Shut up.
No.
Come on. Come on, let's go.
I don't know. That's why I came to see him.
I don't know. Got no word from Jimmy.
Mm-hm.
You need to check out that stretch of Liberty.
How are the girls?
Riding through this world All alone
Line two, chief.
No, no, just give me a moment.
Get in.
- Let's go. We're not going with you.
Go.