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Okay. Okay, stupid question.
Where are you going?
- We sit back and do nothing? - No. We do something.
It's for my cancer.
It was survival.
But Sam Crow handles the retaliation.
To prove I'm Sam Crow.
What the hell is this?
You up for it, Hap?
You stay put.
I don't know.
That means like kill him?
- Well, we've done that. - Until now.
Your charters leave my new crew in Indian Hills alone.
And next time it won't be a few of Darby's scumbags who go down.
He's not smart enough right now to do what's right.
What I really need is that nigger's heroin trade.
followed by a hell you don't even want to know.
Juice, Laroy don't got no loyalty to us.
Is that how this works? You make up your own moral code for everything?
Deal always was outlaws live in Charming, shit beyond the borders.
They're gonna fire you. The club more important than taking care of me and the kids?
I'm an old cop.
Little Dutch boy's keeping the- the blood dike from bursting.
- it will not end here. - Don't get involved in my end game, okay, old friend?
We're just gonna figure it all out, are we?
is exactly what Captain America out there wants.
He's been buying from other dealers, he reneged on the A.K. Sale.
- How is that our problem? - It ain't a problem.
This ain't funny at all.
Okay. Makes sense. Let me know if anything breaks.
Unser at the back door.
An hour from now, there's gonna be a dozen guys sitting around a redwood table planning a kill.
Thanks for saving the Irishman.
I want Ope pulling the trigger on this.
Guess we'll find out.
Made a deal with him, man. He's gonna start selling us guns.
You look like shit, man.
Can I go and wash my hands and stuff?
- He needs a doctor, and he needs it now. - All right.
You can't change the rules or it all goes to hell.