Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I don't give a shit what you have to do.
Okay, thanks.
Consider your request for a leave denied.
What if it was your baby?
Oh, my gosh.
Come on, hero, let's go. Let's get you patched up, huh?
...I'm gonna beat the truth out of him...
- You sound like my mother. - A wise woman.
Yes, Chicken.
I deliver Jimmy and my sworn statement...
Even if I could push the bail hearing, you guys still can't leave the country.
Tell your ma I come.
Oh, Rupert's closed about, uh, six weeks after the pawn shop folded.
Hey, Mom.
Well, if you have a better one, then you can share it with his parents.
All right.
- They took my cut. What?
Between you and me, I think he's gonna press you real hard for intel on the club.
Oh, right. Well, I might catch her later, huh?
Sorry about Hale.
I'll bring him back to Hainey's Pub, put him and the guns in his SUV.
You stop taking your meds?
You better tell me, darling. Now you're messing in my business.
- I do. Jax, no!
I'm sorry.
No. Bad arrhythmia. Knocked you on your ass.
Hey. She here?
I don't think that's a good idea.