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Okay. I'm heading over there.

- Where'd they take you? - Commander's office.

I'm just helping the strangers that are taking care of my grandkids.

- The guys are okay. - Are you sure?

Between what's going on with Jax and her hand getting messed up...

You want me to threaten her with oxy abuse?

-What are you doing? -I'm so sorry. Please, excuse me.

I need a dead Son for the Niner and the cop you killed.

What the hell do you want, man?

He wants half our muling earn.

-Love hurts. -Mm-hm.

...half a lung, if I'm not riding in a month, I lose my vote.

- Here they go, yeah. - Yo, for real with this shit?

- Damon Pope's daughter. - Know my pain, Mr. Trager.

God takes your soul You're on your own