Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What about the boys? Who's gonna watch them?
Where are we going?
Hey.
I know.
Nobody's seen more of them than you.
All right.
Where you taking it?
If this is a confessional, maybe you should let me turn on a recorder.
Yes, ma'am.
That'd be great.
You know, you ask a lot of questions for a guy who's just here to say hello.
That one was a mistake.
That's a noble plan, but I suspect I'll be dead in a year.
Hey, Juicy.
I....
Whatever it is...
-Hey, darling. -Hey.
Just head back to T-M.
-Okay. -I remember you.
The Armenians run the chop shops around here.
- Come on, man. - Hey! Go home.
Who are you?
Yeah, you did.
If I wanted them to come, I would've called them.
Okay.
I want Tig to ride up with you.
...it's really bad.
So let's take a ride and see what's mine
Now it's backfired.
I wasn't trying to sabotage Jax.
Absolutely.
-Maybe sentimentality got the best of you. -Ain't my nature.
I guess not.
That's the problem.
He keeps the drugs, the guns, the cash flowing.
- Wow. - We'll see if the manager saw anything.
Wayne Unser.
La la la la la-la-la-la La la la
- Hey, keep moving! - Check his pockets.
What about Clay?