Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I know you listened in on Jimmy's call.
Don't worry, baby.
We're not here to provoke, we're here to educate.
Short on manpower.
- Did you rat him, Filip? - No.
...and I love you, Fi.
I wanna welcome you all to Club Reaper.
If Jax or Clay leave, you put a loose tail on them, and you let me know, okay?
No, no, no
Where's your da?
Who do you think I am, one of your old ladies?
Henry, you get everything south of Ghost Town.
Nothing happens with Fiona that I don't know about.
God takes your soul You're on your own
You, Ope and Juice start spreading the racial harmony gossip, all right?
Just because they bury the bodies someplace else...
- Could you identify Weston? - I got a pretty good look.
Son of a bitch.
You being the true believer and all.
We got a problem, Jimmy.
You're not just some crow eater...
You're here because you're family...
I wanna welcome you all to Club Reaper.
Jimmy would kill me if he knew I was here.
The sad truth is once you control the drugs, you control the city.
Gotta look this life In the eye
This doesn't concern you.
I don't know where he is.
He will send somebody to keep you safe.
For you, it's medicine.
- Tell him we need to talk, yeah? - Yeah. Okay, Jimmy.
I believe we all got a job to do.
Say hi to your kids for me.
You need to go find your daddy and bring him to me.
All right. Got all the ammo, we just need the AKs.
Half a sack, shitload of balls.
You got it.
Ain't gonna be no bloodshed in Charming.
And I'm telling my men there's been no crime here.
At least I didn't gang-rape them.
Big shot screaming "Put your hands in the sky"
- They're gonna watch over Kerrianne. - Oh, Filip, what have you done?
Samcro has the cops on payroll, this town in its pocket.
God takes your soul You're on your own
Hey, Sack.
There's a load under that cash register in the center drawer.
Time and place.
First thing I remember
...in this clubhouse and in this town.
I gotta go.
- They're 10 and 6. It's unconscionable. - It's okay, boys. I'm gonna get you out.
Easy. Okay.
Hands where I can see them, now!
Hey, hey, hey. Clay's already tasked Belfast.
Wipe them out, split it up.
Cuff him, take him to the station.
Oh, my God. You hit me.
White America, a future for my boys.
And you don't take shit from anyone.
...you're Jax Teller's old lady.