Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Close to SAMCRO. - How close?
Aw, shit.
Kohn's gone. I watched him leave town.
I know.
- I'm not a rat. - Look at you.
Just like your dad.
# You're on your own #
- I'm sorry, Clay. - Next time maybe Moby drowns in that bathtub.
Have a seat, Lowell.
- That's right. - We got to stop the P.D. From I.D.'ing those bodies.
Who do you think killed him?
Really, it is.
I don't mind it, Clay. I'm just helping the Half-Sack train.
You won't have to worry about that guy anymore.
would you be about that?
Sounds good.
- She's still got ties in you. - You know what?
Come on! Get 'em in there!
This is it, prospect, your final fight.
You wanna go to war with me, you sick piece of shit?
Oh, shit. Oh, shit.
Sound familiar?
- He is done. - Really?
- I think he's here for me. - What are you talking about?
You ain't thinking about betting on the prospect.
- Stop, 'kay? Please. - Come on.
Whoo!
No one asked you to take this on.
- I want you to hear this from me. - What?
I'm Lowell.
Don't be. There it is.
Shit. No, come on, man. I can beat this guy. I can win this whole thing.
Is this us?
I'm sorry, Clay.
- Shit, I'll kill him. I'll kill him. - No, no, no. My bad. My bad.
You're right. I do.
- She's gonna stay with him till the fight. - No, I'm not.
You better, man, or I'm gonna.
Things all better with the little missus now?
- I'm done with that. - Come on.
No. L-
No. It's cool.
He hasn't missed any work.