Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- What went south? - That spick name don't ring a bell.

You heard what-You heard what Clay said. Family stays put.

I've been calling you.

At his house, in Charming.

I didn't see this coming.

She's not there. Don't go looking for her, either.

- Shit. - Shit.

Anybody opposed?

you all sit down with the Mayans in your own territories...

it all lands in our favor.

You guys need guns, right?

I called his cell phone a dozen times...

There's only one thing that's gonna make this work.

But this isn't me being some overbearing bitch.

I don't know, man. Mayans and Sons, that's some real Arab-Jew shit.

And someone better start thinking clearly before both of you get hurt.

Look, man, I'm fine. You should go after her.

Hey, Relax, Huh? Shit Happens, Man.

And that puzzle piece you couldn't see...

Yeah. I'll watch her.

Nords and Mayans were the away team.

Save both of you from something bad.

We've been waiting for those medical supplies, man.

I need back in.

You and Jax are obviously reconnected.

What do you want me to do? How can I help you?

Sure you know what you're doing?

Until we see where this lands, you stay put, understand?

- Have a drown. There you go. - Take him out?

If the penicillin kills the infection, he should make it.

- Ah, Jesus! Shit, shit, shit! - Jesus!

I'm not an idiot.

- Let him in. Shut those doors. - Oh! My arse!

And the first bullet...

Arrest the white guy. Let the wetbacks and coons shoot up whoever they want to shoot up.

- Are you Irish, Doc? - Half.

Got intel on all of it.