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Previously on Sons of Anarchy:

Lee Toric. U.S. Marshal.

Retired. The nurse that was murdered,
she was my sister.

RICO is dead, bitch.

These next few months will be the most
excruciatingly painful time...

...of your sick and miserable life.
We haven't heard about Clay.

You won't. Till he's out of
protective custody. Someone wants him alive.

Former president turning state's evidence.

Feels like a good way to create damage.

I ain't giving up shit. They'll send me back
to gen pop and that'll play out like expected.

Just get it done.
That's gonna be your choice.

Friends in the GN said thank you.
Might need this.

- Welcome to Diosa Norte.
- Do you have to spend time with them here?

Most of our escorts
do out-service dates as well.

- Hey, baby-- Aah!
- Jesus, I'm sorry.

- You shot me.
- I'm so sorry.

I'm gonna make all this matter.

- Who spotted it?
- 911 call.

Saw a pickup truck pull away as they stopped
to change a flat and spotted the body.

Why is Wendy listed on there as guardian?
She's the best choice.

I was attacked.
Attacked?

By who?
Some asshole at an NA meeting.

Mexican guy, prison ink, scary dude.

I know Jax is pissed at me, but--

- It's okay, let me talk to him.
- Okay.

Are you certain about Wendy?
No. I am certain about the alternative.

You still owe us Trager.

About time.

Oh, shit.

Walk around your wicked ways

And try to cause a scene

Still I have what's left of me
And that's but a little piece

Still sometimes I lay at night

And night is all I see

Right beside me is a fire
That's holding all my dreams

You're up early, brother.

Yeah.

I got quite the surprise last night
at the port, man.

August Marks showed up.

Few of Pope's guys.
Shit. I thought it was all going down.

What happened?
He was there looking for you.

Clay's in gen pop.
I guess he's made some kind of deal.

August needs to talk to you about it.
First thing this morning. Power towers.

Okay.

Anything else?

No.

Hey.

- Sorry.
- Morning.

Yes, it is.

Okay, well, I'll call August.

You know, the prospects, they never
showed up with that truck last night.

I mean, I waited like three hours.

I'm sorry, that's my bad, brother.

I just got so much shit going on here.

No, I get it. I do.

Am I good with you, Jax?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Okay.

It's all good, brother.

All right.

Okay.

He's just pulling in now.
Thank you.

You mind me asking what happened?

It was an accident.

Work related?
No.

Morning, gentlemen. How can I help you?

Do you know a Ms. Erin Byrne?

Yeah. She works here.
She's one of our escorts.

All right.

She was found dead last night.

Body was dumped off of Highway 18.

Jesus Christ.

That's a warrant for your vehicle, Mr. Padilla.
We need to take it in.

The caller who spotted the body...

...said they saw a Ford pickup truck
drive away from the scene.

Got one of these for me too?

Right now we'd just like you
to come down and answer a few questions.

Hey, I'll call Gemma.

No, you won't.

I don't think they're open yet.

That's okay.

I like to watch.

I got an early-morning visit
from a guy I never expected to see again.

Let's just say it wasn't Trager's time.

Little loyalty test, maybe?

If it was, you passed.

And what happened with Clay?

I got him protection.

But I can't control how that's earned.

Clay offed a peckerwood shot caller.

Guards didn't see him do it,
but the skinheads did.

Jesus Christ.
Yeah.

Our angry white friends
are trying to rebound in San Joaquin.

This could blow back on the MC.

Okay. I'll dig in.

You couldn't give this intel to Trager?

Your need to get out of guns.
What happens to that business?

I haven't figured that out yet.

Irish want to keep the territory
and the customers.

Running guns doesn't sound much
like a Pope Industries venture.

Heh. No, uh-uh, but it sounds like something
Marks Incorporated might handle.

You hook me up with the Irish gun distribution,
I'll consider Trager's debt paid.

Wayne?

Wayne!

Gemma?

Gemma?

Wayne?

What?

Oh, my God. Wayne.

Oh, my-- Wayne, here.

Come on.

All right. Oh, my God.

It's gonna be okay.

Get Jax!

Ugh.
It's okay. It's all right.

Riding through this world
All alone

God takes your soul
You're on your own

The crow flies straight
A perfect line

On the devil's path
Until you die

Gotta look this life
In the eye

In the garage, bro.

Holy shit.

Hey. Clubhouse is clear.

All the action happened in here.

Your mom found him.

They had him hanging
from the goddamn lift.

Are you okay?
Yeah.

Who was it?
Three of them. White. Ski masks.

Asshole did the cutting
had these Nazi hooks tatted on his neck.

Did they say anything?

Yeah, it was some back and forth
about how bad to carve me up.

Heh. They didn't sound too organized.

Samdino.

We're gonna find who did this.

And then what?

Thank you.
Yeah.

Put Phil and V-Lin
on the gun warehouse.

Hey, no one rides alone.
Yeah, done.

What brings you north?

Ah, we got this family thing
in Folsom tomorrow.

I thought I'd stop by
and get a little face time with Mother.

Good man.

What's going on?
Morning visit from the Hitler Youth.

Let's get everyone to the table.
Sure.

Come on, boys. Come on, son.

Hey.

Thought you cleaned up that neo-Nazi
problem a while back.

We did.

I hope you're here to talk
about the Irish details.

I am, but it's not the details you want.

Charter voted down the gun deal.
There's too much heat right now.

I know you went out on a limb to get us
that offer. I wanted to tell you face-to-face.

That's a big problem for us.

I get that.

Sorry. I pushed for it. Table said no.

Let me tell the club.

Excuse me, Jax.

Lyla's been trying to get ahold of you.

One of the Diosa girls was found dead
this morning, dumped on 18.

Think it was a brunette.
Cute smile. Funny laugh.

Sorry.
Yeah.

You need a tetanus shot
and some antibiotics.

Can you have somebody bring you
by the hospital later this afternoon?

I'll get one of the prospects.

Look, I'm treating him privately.

And by privately, I mean illegally.

It'd be better to have somebody
bring him by not wearing a cut.

I'll get Chucky.
Yeah. Okay.

Gemma.

What if I had the boys this morning?

I mean, you bring them--
Drop them by here sometimes early.

What if I had Abel or the baby
when these assholes showed?

But you didn't.
This time.

I mean, these aren't crazy hypotheticals
I'm spinning here.

There's kids in the mix.
My kids!

My grandchildren.

Sorry, Gem.

Line 1.

V-Lin, let's go.

Come on.

Yeah.
Hey. It's Wendy.

You got a minute?
What?

Well, Tara's lawyer reached out to me.

She wants me to sign off
on the guardianship.

I guess Tara's drawing up another will
or something.

Shit. When?

I don't know, but we need to talk.
I have an hour at lunch.

My house.

Okay. I'll see you then.

Black must've realized
they can use Clay to their advantage.

Had him take out an Aryan shot caller
for protection.

Shit.

And we get to deal with the payback
while he's spooning Mandingo.

We're locked down till we know who.

Why would Marks
give you the heads-up?

We got business with Pope Industries.
They're just protecting their investment.

Do you think these Nazis had anything
to do with that girl getting killed?

I don't know.

If they were gonna kill anybody,
they would've killed your guy.

We gotta find out who they are.

Darby.

He's been out for almost two years.

Married one of his Mexican workers.

That's exactly why he'll know.

You don't just turn your back
on the brotherhood.

He's gonna be sleeping with one eye open.

Well, we got the Irish in town.

More of them KG-9s.

So we gotta set up a meet with them.

I was hoping our SoCal brothers
could help us with that.

Maybe take a little of the Irish trade.

Sorry, boys.

Charter voted it down.

We're here to show respect for the offer.

We'll deal with the Irish after Darby.

Can I have a minute, pres?

So that little private chat
that you had with Galen...

...is that what this is about?

Handing the guns off to Samdino?

Irish are never gonna let us walk away
unless we give the cause another pipeline.

You're making decisions...

...big decisions, without bringing them here.

That's not how this works.

How this works?

Look at this goddamn charter, Chibs.

We have become the whipping boy
for the IRA and the Cartel.

We've dwindled to six guys...

...while RICO and this psycho marshal
circles us...

...just waiting for us
to make the next bad move.

Brother, nothing here works.

I'm trying to change that.

I'm trying to give us a future.

And, yes...

...if that means stepping outside the lines
or making a couple calls on the fly...

...then that is exactly what I am gonna do.

Wow.

You know who you sound like?

The guy who used to sit in that seat.

Everything I do in this club is for this club.

I'm not Clay.

I never will be.

Did I mention Nero Padilla
was tough on his girls?

Erin Byrne, one of his escorts.

I chatted her up at Diosa.
She seemed willing to talk.

Someone wanted her quiet.
When?

Kill happened in the morning.
Body was dumped last night outside Charming.

Eli Roosevelt's turf.
Yeah.

But there may be some question as to who
he's actually protecting and serving.

I'll deal with my sheriff.

You get to Stockton.
Get Morrow to sign that affidavit.

He's a little reluctant to sign your version.

Page count alone is making him sweat.

You told me you had him agreeable.

What I told you was that you gotta turn
a guy like Clay a notch at a time.

Your commitment spooked him.
Then unspook him.

State's agreement signed end of day,
or that badge turns into a paperweight.

I was with Gemma.

We made an early mass at St. Philips.

Was with her all last night.

Hey, I had nothing to do with Erin's death.

Do you have any idea who might?

Say, a jealous boyfriend? Violent clients?

I really don't know.

She was sweet, kind of quiet, actually.

Well, there were no clients on the books
the night before she was killed, so....

She have any regulars?

These girls are free to take outside work.

Okay, look, I'm trying to give you a chance
here, man.

You come clean with me now...

...that goes a long way
if we find something in your truck.

Sheriff, I was a junkie thug pimp
for a lot of years, eh?

I served my time.

What I do now, it's about
giving these girls a better, safer place...

...to do the thing
that they're gonna do anyhow.

Heh. Don't kid yourself.
There's no dignity in what you do.

Call it what you want, but you make money
off of the low self-esteem of broken women.

I guess we all kid ourselves
about the service we provide.

Why don't you hang around and wait
for CSU to get done with your truck? Hmm?

Carreira, why don't we make
Mr. Padilla here comfortable?

Now, we don't have a goddess bar with beer
and wine, but the coffee's not terrible.

Say, you working with a marshal?

What marshal?

Day before yesterday, some marshal came
into Diosa, started talking with my girls.

Erin too. Left a card.

Toric?
Toric, yeah.

Why was he in Diosa's?
I don't know.

But yesterday
he roughed up a couple of my homeboys.

Asking questions about me and my crew.

What kind of questions?

The ones where the wrong answers
get your teeth smashed in.

No. He's not working on this investigation.

Maybe somebody should tell him that.

Leave me be

Anything else from Lowen?

Just messages. From Tara.

That's what I need to talk to you about.

She found out I came to you for help.

Breezes blowing

What did she say?

Something's happened with her, Gemma.

I don't know if it's the hand
or having gotten arrested, but it--

I know she's been through some awful shit,
but she scares me.

Scares you how?

I don't know,
like she's completely disconnected.

And she's so hell-bent
on getting these boys out of Charming...

...she's not even thinking
about how bad it could hurt them.

I'm worried.

Mm-mm.

Those boys aren't going anywhere.

I hope not.

You gotta be careful because she knows
you're her biggest obstacle.

Mm-hm.

Nothing gold can stay

Grass keep on growing

Hey.
Hey.

Oh. Uh, sorry.
Chucky told me you were here.

No, no, it's all right.

Nero didn't want me saying anything.
About what?

Sheriff's picked him up.

They think he had something to do with
Erin's murder. Been there all morning.

Ah, shit.

Dead hooker.

Hate that.

I'll be right there. Thanks.

You gotta be shitting me.

Who are they, Ernesto?
It's okay.

Hi.

How's business?
Slow.

What do you want?
Heh.

Just some information.

You need six guys for that?

Clay's at Stockton.

He offed an Aryan shot caller
to earn protection.

MC caught the blowback.

We need to know
who we should be looking for.

It's not my life no more, man.

I'm married. I'm doing the Jesus thing.
I can't help you.

Come on, Darby. You don't just marry the help
and turn in your brown shirt.

No, there's a reason that you're sanding
tables with a piece in your pants. Come on.

Who's she so afraid of?

One of my old crew, Eddie Gerber.

Finished up a dime in Chino
a couple months back.

He's recruiting for the brotherhood.

Trying to reestablish a street game
here in San Joa.

He threaten you?

Not yet.

Where do we find him?

He's got six acres on the edge
of Oswald's land. It's off the grid.

Hangout or headquarters?
Not sure.

Eddie was always more talk than walk.

We should do some reconnaissance.

This Gerber guy doesn't know who we are.

We just roll up, we act like we're interested
in the cause, suss out who, how many.

Jax, we got the Irish.

Heh, heh. You and Rat. Tell them
you're father and son. They love that shit.

Wait, wait, what, really? Really? Me?
Come on.

You think I look old enough
to be his old man?

If you wash that shoe polish out of your hair.

From a guy who's had a faux-hawk
since ninth grade.

Come on, Dad, we can do this.

My old man used to rape me. Just saying.
Okay.

Now it all makes sense.

You think you could find Gerber's place?

Probably, but I ain't.

Just take us to the entrance.
Are you crazy?

They see me or know that I'm helping you--

The enemy of my enemy--
Is gonna get me killed.

They're not gonna know you're involved.

We settle our score,
slow down recruitment...

...let you and the missus
sleep a little sounder.

Or...

...we use you for bait.

Shit, this is gonna end up bad.

Okay.

Hey.

You play it safe.

If it looks dicey, you get the hell out.
Got it.

Go with them. Watch their back.

We'll meet you here after the Irish.

Take this dirt road.
Gerber's place should be about three miles in.

See wagon wheels and a metal gate.
All right.

We're not gonna be long, Juice.

Believe in you

When you said that you
Would be able to

Oh, yeah, this looks like the place, boy.

Played a part

I was falling in love with you

What the hell do you want?
Sorry, bud.

I didn't see no bell or nothing at the gate.

Who are you?

My name's Al Whiteman.
This is my boy, George.

Really? White man?
Shut up.

I'm looking for Eddie Gerber.

I hear he's looking
for some like-minded folk.

Who told you that?
Some friends in Stockton State.

I just got out.

Proud of you, boy. Proud of you.
Yeah.

We've been told you guys
are looking for some new members.

We'd just like to talk.
Maybe look at your operation.

Well, why would we wanna talk with you?

Well, about a month ago...

...I watched a bunch of niggers
burn my daughter alive.

And I can still smell her flesh.

We earn big and hate deep.

All right, let's talk.
All right, good.

Look what we found
strolling along the main road.

A race traitor and his spic boyfriend.

I'll blow his shit out.

Son of a bitch.
He means brains.

He's a little excited right now.
Yeah, so put down the guns.

Now!
Do it.

Believe in you

Come on.
Boyfriend, you're driving.

I got it. In the back.

While your heart

Played a part

I was falling in love with you

- I've dreamed 10 million dreams
- 10 million dreams

Count your days, traitor.

It's just a matter of time before we
come back for you and that wetback whore.

Big dreams, my darling

Thanks.
Yeah. Sorry about that, buddy.

Bye-bye.
Unh.

Where's your truck?

There ain't one coming.

We can't take anymore KG-9s, Galen.
I already told you that.

We got too much heat.

You don't have to take them,
just pay for them.

That ain't happening either.

Look, we get pinched with those guns,
we're dead.

And then you got nothing.

Have your SoCal charter take the KG-9s.

We can fold them into their next shipment.

San Bernardino voted down the guns.

That's unfortunate.

The Kings are all set on the idea
of doubling their business here.

Looks like that burden falls on you now.

You're not getting out of guns, son.

The cause needs you. Greater good.

You know why my old man wanted out?

Don't know. Don't care.

Lifetime ago.

Yeah, it was. But nothing's changed.

J.T. realized that there's nothing
more dangerous...

...than a gangster who thinks
he's got God in his pocket.

The cause may have been
the greater good at one point...

...but for guys like you, Jimmy O...

...it's just killing people with
Catholic bullets to line your own pockets.

No!
Get back!

We are done with this game.

I will let you know
if and when we need more guns.

Until then, hands off my club.

Aye. Hands off.

You just ripped off a very old scab, Jackie.

Did he call you here?
No.

But why didn't you?

Hey! What kind of bullshit is this?

That's why.

He has been with me every night.

So I hear.

He had nothing to do with that murder.

This is the second guy in the past two weeks
depending on you for an alibi.

This one's not a killer.

LT, need a minute.

Give your statement to Sheriff Carreira.
Eli.

Nero is a good guy.

He would never hurt a woman.

Found clothing fragments, hair and blood.

They're running the DNA now.

Smeared on the seat,
on the floor, door panel.

Jesus.
Yeah.

Does he look like a guy that knows his truck
was covered in incriminating evidence?

He's an OG, right?
Mm-hm.

Maybe he thinks he cleaned up enough.

This wasn't a vehicle that was cleaned up.

This was evidence meant to be found.

What do you mean?
Call Moore's office.

Tell him that I need the file
of a retired Marshal Lee Toric.

Everything that he's got.

Yeah. All right.

You have any idea
how much I've missed you?

First Jax frames you.

Then, I'm assuming...

...he's the one that made some deal
to keep you alive.

You obviously had to earn that.

Was the stay of execution
because you didn't rat?

Was it some kind of reward? Huh?

A last-minute remorse reprieve?

Because we both know it's just a matter
of time before black, and now white...

...slits your throat.

I know this is the last thing
you wanna hear...

...but I am the only friend you have left, Clay.

Why don't you just kill me now?

Every day you refuse to sign that affidavit...

...you're gonna wish you were dead.

I've known guys like you my whole life.

You don't hate me because I'm bad.
You hate me because I'm familiar.

Guilty.

Hmm. Looks like your arthritis is flaring up.

We gotta get you to the infirmary.

Yeah.

Someone there I want you to see.

I'll make an appointment.

What happened?
Some of their crew...

...spotted Juice and Darby
after we got on the inside.

Goddamn, Juice.
We got out whole, but he--

But now they're coming after me and Reina.

I'm sorry, man. Bring her to T-M.
We'll keep you safe.

No. This is on me. It's my wreckage.

Just a matter of time before this went down.
I gotta handle it.

How big was his crew?

We only saw five guys.
Yeah.

The guys that took us had the Nazi hooks,
but didn't look like an organized effort.

What?
Jax, Irish are here.

They're saying they got a delivery.

They're at the warehouse?
Yeah.

I thought we only took deliveries at Wahewa.

Tell them to wait. We're on our way.
Okay.

Hey, Chib.

The Irish showed up
at Oswald's with the guns.

Shit.

Wait here.

Rat will stick around. Look,
we'll handle Gerber. It's our wreckage too.

Yeah, okay.

All right, man.

Come on, let's go.

What did Jax say?
He wants them to wait.

Jax says he's on his way.

Get the saw.

Phil! V-Lin!

We're done here for now.

But I'm gonna need your truck
for a little longer.

Something I should know?
Just stay available.

Tell Jax I need to talk with him.

He's a big boy.
He doesn't listen to his mommy anymore.

I find that hard to believe.

LT.
Gotta wait for the DNA to come back.

You had more than enough to hold him.
Yeah, I know.

All the guns are gone except the KG-9s.

They left both cases.

Call Belfast, let them know.

Lock it all down, U.K. charters too.

Juice and Happy are putting them
in the big crates, man.

You be able to find Gerber's place again?

Yeah, think so.

Why?

What's the plan, Jackie?

We're gonna finish our Nazi hunt.

I think this club needs a breather.

We got two crates
filled with hacked-up members.

What this club needs is to settle a score.

Why don't you take a vote?

I'll proxy Phil. He says yes.

We snuck down to the forest

Because of you

You still mad I came down?

Roosevelt knows you had nothing
to do with that.

Gotta put some distance here, Gemma.

From what?
Two months into my connection...

...with Samcro and I'm neck-deep in shit
I spent 10 years trying to get away from.

You're the one
that put those OG colors back on.

Club didn't force that shit.
I know. It's on me.

My choice.

Byzlats. Heh.

We run two blocks for 25 years...

...never been associated with another crew.

I'm not looking to take on
that kind of weight.

Growing upward just like a flower

Am I a part of that?

That weight you don't wanna take on?
No, Mama.

You're the thing that I do want here.

Listen to what I'm trying to say.

Look, I hope it doesn't come to this,
but if I had to cut ties?

I would want you with me.

This is good for me.

This is good for us.

I love you, Gemma.

We won't know this world as we know it

Our lives will never be the same

I love you too.

We won't know this world as we know it

Yeah, yeah

Our lives will never be the same

Jesus Christ.

The side you can't see looks worse.

A glimpse into your future.

Can I get a minute with him?

He ain't gonna say much.

Hmm.

I'm sorry.

No more, brother.

Get me the hell out of here.

The charters have been alerted.

Tacoma are on their way down to help.
All right.

Hey.

How are the girls doing?
They're shaken up.

No outcalls for a while.

The sheriffs know anything?
No. Not yet.

You doing okay?
Yeah.

Guess so.

It's all starting to sink in.

Everything okay here?

Yeah. Just routine shit, you know.

I'm gonna get back. See you later.

Hey.

Where are the boys?

St. Thomas with Tara.

Maybe I'll give Unser a lift,
see if she wants me to watch them.

That would be good.
I think it's gonna be a late one for me.

What's really going on?

The Irish. We're on lockdown.

We lost Phil and V-Lin.

Oh, God.

Handle it here?
Yeah.

I was hoping you had some time
to reconsider your options.

You really think seeing how you
destroyed one of my brothers...

...is gonna scare me into your corner?

It should.

Otto made sure his RICO testimony
was useless.

That doesn't mean he can't give
state's evidence in other cases.

Like, say, one against you.

He's ratted once.

The condition he's in....

Sign this right now,
and my deal is still on the table.

I'll help you beat this murder rap...

...get you set you up in WitSec.

Last chance.

Otto ain't gonna rat again.

Tomorrow morning...

...the gentlemen who have been visiting
Otto are stopping by to see you too.

I suggest you get some sleep.

May be the last time you ever
lay down comfortably.

These go back before you were married.
Yeah.

I was a croweater for almost a year
before Jax and I started hooking up.

That's all I could remember.

And you would be willing
to testify about the violence?

I guess.

Yes, yes.

Sweetheart.

Did you talk to Gemma?
Yeah. Told her everything you wanted.

She wants me to keep feeding her your dirt.

Oh, uh.... Sorry.

I heard the baby.
I thought it was just you in here, doc.

Shit.

Oh, uh....

I'm sorry--
No, it's okay.

Look, I know you're--

Hey.
Here.

I didn't know you were coming by.

Yeah. She's my ride.

I was gonna see if you wanted me
to watch the boys.

Is Abel in here?
No.

He's down at day care.
I was about to go get him.

Everything okay?
Yeah.

You know, I'm just treating him on the QT.
Oh. Right, right.

Yeah, we really appreciate that.

How about I take the boys home,
you help Wayne?

That would be great.
Okay.

Thank you.
Here, take that.

Go with Grandma.
Come on, babe. There you go.

Oh.

There we go.

You give him a ride back to T-M?
Of course.

All right.

Mm-hm.

Thank you, Wayne.
Yeah.

Um....

I'll just wait out here till you're done.
Okay.

And, doc?

At some point I'm gonna ask
a few questions.

I know.

Shit.

Let's do this.

Wipe down the guns.

Make it look like an internal beef.

Stash the KG-9s in the house.

Then burn it all down.

Can I have a minute with him, please?

I know how much pain I've caused you.

Do you want it to stop?

Mm-hm.

Me too.

I'm glad you got to see Clay.

He's betrayed the club.

That's why he's here.

I'm sure you know more about that than I do.

Clay's not a member.

You wouldn't be ratting out the MC.

Just give me something.

Give me something I can use against him.

And I'll make the time
you have left here very comfortable.

OTTO
My hand.

Mm.

Otto.
Hmm.

It's okay.

That's good.

That's real good.
Mm-hm.

You animal.

Get out! Get out!

We need help in the infirmary!
Wow.

I didn't even see that coming.

Talked to Belfast. They're up to speed.

They'll just try to find some known
IRA addresses here in North Cal.

We're off to Oswald's now.

Okay.

It was in the spring

One sunny day

Drop the knife!

My sweetheart left me

Went away

And now she's gone

And I don't worry

While I'm sitting on top of the world

Mississippi River

Is deep and wide

My sweetheart left me

On the other side

And now she's gone

But I don't worry

While I'm sitting on the top of the world

I'm sitting on top of the world

Don't you like my peaches

Don't you sit on my tree

Get out of my orchard

Let my peaches be

And now she's gone

And I don't worry

While I'm sitting on top of the world

I'm sitting on top of the world

Bury them.

I'm sitting on top of the world