Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...my ass is killing me. You can keep a gun on me.

Five grand each. This afternoon.

Club needs some money to track down Abel.

Jesus, how could I do that?

I can't ask you guys to take that hit.

Depends what decade he thinks he's cruising in.

- Sorry. - It's okay.

We'll give you a call after we hand off in Oregon.

Yeah, he's giving her a ride home.

Well, town's a little upset, Piney.

This love's just a lonesome lie

Hey. How was your holiday?

She gonna be able to help?

...charge Hong Kong Spewy whatever you want for the party flicks.

...I'll make sure you end up in this wheelchair permanently.

Best intel puts Cameron and Abel in Vancouver. That's where I'm going.

We did what needed to be done.

I ain't gonna have another shipment till the end of the month.

- Can you feel your fingers? - No, I'm numb.

- Army doesn't get involved in specifics. - I don't give a shit what the army does.

- Shit. Jew guns are a little steep. That's the family rate.

- I'll send Tara out for the rest. - Okay.

Arbutus Lodge, Vancouver, four days ago. Only stayed one night.

...and your cousin killed Half-Sack.

We'll be back before it defaults. You ain't gonna lose your land.

Do this last run for the Irish.

- Jax can't know about this. - This is the last thing the club needs.

Think Lyla could reach out to a few of the Caracara girls?