Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, shit. Shit!

Well, you have a good night, all right?

- What'd we pull together for McKeevy? - A hundred and 20.

- Get your hands off me. - Quarantine.

And all three of them were Mayans?

- Your old man worked for Teller-Morrow, right? - Yeah.

you're a lucky man

That doesn't sound like you, Jax.

It's already been I.D.'d.

- any day of the week. - Absolutely.

Hale is gonna try to screw with your compass.

I went through three precincts before someone would even give me that restraining order.

Apparently after you stabbed him with some scissors.

So I talked to Trammel.

we control how it ends, it could be a huge payday.

You help my little boy.

Shit. I'm serious. I think it's infected.

Lowell Harlan Sr.

You save him from me.

He was not a friend.

so it might be our only shot.

Sam Crow rehab.

- Keep your hands up, Lowell. - Now you're getting cocky.

We have, uh, some sad news for you about your father.