Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

There's a tracker in the bag, so we can't lose him.

- Cheater. It's getting tiring.

Access to our full arsenal.

- Thanks, Juice. Love you, man. All right.

Thank you, Filip.

You should all go.

- Can you pour me one? - Scotch.

I love you, man.

I know you've been talking to Jax Teller.

The, uh, ones we've been muling your handguns to?

Just drop it in the trash, and make a call.

I'm only humming along

- He's still got Tara? I'm afraid so.

Feel like an idiot.

AR-15s, MP5s, RPGs, everything.

We're back on the real IRA-NorCal gun connection.

How's your mom?

You're all idiots. All units converge on Commerce entrance.

Look at that. What about that?

Told us to meet here.

So, what happens now?

What about Gemma's statement?

You stay here, we'll let you know the next move.

...against Alvarez and Samcro, huh?

...raise my flesh and blood. Understand where I'm going with this?

And I know I should be afraid.

- We better go. - Yeah.

I'm sorry about Trinity. I had no idea.

McGee always emptied his pockets on my dresser.

Council considers it.

Hey. Sláinte gaelach.

Look, I don't have that information.

Stole my heart, I must confess