Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

God takes your soul You're on your own

We are not gonna make it out. They're looking for the truck.

I told Clay, the sheriff's initiated.

Secret babies are a bad idea.

Now, if he don't care, I do.

All you got is an impression...

- Take it off. Take it off. - Take it off, bitch.

The Bastards need help.

That sounds fair.

- Go get Dr. Gallagher. - He's in surgery.

Hey, darling. - Father.

I can keep them safe in the rectory.

I don't know, but helping Gemma was my way of making up for it.

What's going on?

Hopefully you'll do a better job keeping your guys in line.

We talked to Oswald. We're all set. We leave this afternoon.

Let you know Samcro is on their way.

And if the cops don't believe the lie, then I guess I'll suffer the consequences.

I'm guessing those wetback skulls are gonna be there.

You guys take the Cutlass and go to the plane.

- Thank you. - For what?

Make sure these shitheads aren't late.

Can't handle the thought that something bad might happen to you too.

Think it's gonna take more than a little porn pussy to scare away Tara.

- Hey, this comes with a price. - And nobody's buying today, Tig.

...that folks are just fat Irish sheep moving with the loyal herd.