Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...I'm gonna track him down...

I don't know and I don't care.

Jesus Christ, Jax.

He's a fighter. Scar on his belly.

Bastard's got intel on where the Mayans might be setting up shop.

Jimmy's number two.

Should still be somebody there.

I have nothing to say.

Okay, these, uh, drugs we took from the rednecks, what are we looking at?

Good morning. Glad to see you're feeling better.

Hello, sweetheart.

Hmm. Join the club.

- No, we're good. We're good. - Happy hunting.

...it's Maureen Ashby.

ATF took away your shiny black sedan, making you drive your own car.

- Hi, Bobby. - Nice to see you, man.

- He shouldn't be here. - Why don't you shout it a little louder?

Grab him. Get him. Hold him down. Hold him down.

When Cameron killed Sack, he took Abel.

...but we have an emergency gastroschisis. Boy, 20 minutes old.

You think he'd lie to us?

Hi. Kettle's still warm.

Before your Army boys offed him.

And what do you want?

Booted off the Irish, stripped of your team.

- Dr. Namid needs an assist. - I don't...