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