Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I live and love with you

Tig, can I show you something?

Put your hands on the wheel.

- Tara's here. - All right.

Get it on, get it on, get it on

Get it on, get it on

What's this idiot doing?

With a blade and a smile

They call him the matador

What's going on, Jax?

Take a few. They're big numbers.

Killed five members in Northern Ireland.

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

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

You don't know that.

These are reckless times, Clay.

Yeah, 2 mil, more or less.

I love you too.

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

Let's go, kids. Yeah.

Losing Abel. All the death.

Jax is lying to his club.

Putlova's got no love for the Irish.

The crowd rose As the blood's running warm

You'll know everything soon enough, baby.

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

Hey, don't bend them.

You just signed my death warrant.

All it needs is my signature.

The king is gone But he's not forgotten

Children cry in their mother's arms

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

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

She hates all of me.

Hey. Been looking for you.

I have a feeling.

I know what you have to do.

I just came from your mother.