Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Yeah, 2 mil, more or less.

The king is gone But he's not forgotten

Take a few. They're big numbers.

What's this idiot doing?

All right. Why don't you, uh...? You find out what that would look like?

Killed five members in Northern Ireland.

Let's go, kids. Yeah.

Putlova's got no love for the Irish.

Put your hands on the wheel.

What's going on, Jax?

Get it on, get it on

She hates all of me.

Hey, Lyla's got something she wants to say.

Close it off. - Yes, ma'am. Let's go. Move.

Children cry in their mother's arms

You don't know that.

Tig, can I show you something?

Losing Abel. All the death.

You'll know everything soon enough, baby.

I live and love with you

I have a feeling.

These are reckless times, Clay.

You just signed my death warrant.

The crowd rose As the blood's running warm

Get it on, get it on, get it on

They call him the matador

Hey. Been looking for you.

I know what you have to do.

...it could buy us enough time to get Jimmy out of there.

With a blade and a smile

Jax is lying to his club.

- Tara's here. - All right.

I just came from your mother.

Hey, don't bend them.

I love you too.

I gotta think killing one of your own might be a bad career move.

All it needs is my signature.

I'll give you the location. But you gotta hang back, a few miles at least.