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- Hey, baby... You shot me.
- Jesus, I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry.
- Do you know a Miss Erin Byrne?

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

- She was found dead last night.
- Warrant for your vehicle, Mr. Padilla.

Caller who spotted the body said they saw
a pickup truck drive away from the scene.

DNA from Padilla's truck.

Go find them.

My special investigator
believed Miss Byrne

could tie the Byzlats
and the Sons of Anarchy...

to the gun that was used in
the Count of Aquino shooting.

We need to find a
bad guy, lieutenant.

Someone, some crew
has got to take the

blame for the murder
of these four children.

How's Bobby?

I got a feeling he's gonna
patch out of Redwood.

Nomads folded.

All you need is four members
that don't have a home anymore.

- I'm pregnant.
- Oh, my God, that's wonderful.

- How's Jax with it?
- I just found out. I'll tell him tonight.

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

Sorry.

- Do you need my help?
- If I said yes?

Then I'd say I'm gonna
need to know all the facts.

Let's bring Connor into the Wahewa.
Get him to connect us to the Kings.

I got no choice, Galen. I
gotta move us out of guns.

I'll take it back to the Kings.

Our history with the Sons of
Anarchy has come to an end.

- What delivery?
- Beer. Gemma must have ordered it.

He gets what he
wants. Out of guns.

- Everyone out.
- Go.

And ties severed.

I did this.

We're gonna fix this, brother.

You hear me?

Yeah.

I know explosives
when I smell them.

I can't tell you who,
but I can tell you why.

I'm trying to end
a relationship.

Then she's very pissed off.

Aye, she sure is.

Listen, fellas...

now, I know everyone
in this town always

looked the other way
at how the club earned.

MC, you guys, kept
it small and safe.

Unser, Clay, they made it work.

It's not working anymore.

Last couple of years,
everything that Samcro does...

it comes back to haunt them.
And everybody knows that now.

Do you think anybody is gonna come here
to get their vehicle worked on anymore?

That's my burden.

LT, Gemma Teller's down at the station.
She's making a scene about seeing Padilla.

And that's your burden.

I'm headed in.

Now, I know that
this was the IRA.

Is there something
else that I should know?

I'm trying to put
an end to this shit.

I'm trying to put us on the right side
of things, but it's gonna take a minute.

I'm afraid your minute might have
ran out in that classroom last week.

Look, I know you're a good cop.

We've done a few
rounds together...

but I never tried to buy you and I'm
not asking you to look the other way.

I'm trying to be
straight with you here.

If you press the club on this, if
you crawl up our ass right now...

it's not gonna help either
one of us or this town.

I'm sorry that this happened.

We're gonna make sure none
of this shit ever happens again.

I can tell you guys
really believe that.

I'm just not sure I do.

Good luck with my mom.

I wanna go in and
make sure he's okay.

- He's not allowed any visitors.
- Come on. This is bullshit.

Look, you can talk
to his lawyer later.

Idiots.

- Gemma, come on.
- Hey. Wait a minute, Gemma. Just hang on.

- Gemma.
- Gemma, enough.

- Come on, Gemma.
- Hey!

- Stop it, stop it now.
- Hey!

- Hey, hey.
- Okay, all right, all right!

How's it going?

Okay.

Just, you know...

thought I'd come by, say hi.

Hi.

What am I going to do with you?

Sorry.

You okay?

I guess.

Haven't slept.

- Anybody hurt over there?
- No, no.

Freaked out, but
no one got hurt.

Shit.

That was a first for me, mama.

Goddamn.

Yeah, I know.

I don't want you
to go away, baby.

The state may have
other ideas about that.

I mean away from me.

I know you wanna
get away from the MC.

And after last night, I'm sure
you're feeling the crush of that.

I wanna be with you, Nero.

I do.

But I need to be
there for my family.

Especially now.

I want to figure
a way to do both.

Just need some time.

You might have 20 to life.

Those charges are bullshit.

And they are gonna
find a way to prove that.

I hope so.

Where's Tara?

With the boys, your old room.

We hear anything yet?

Well, talked to Belfast. They're
whole. All the other charters too.

See if they're ready?

Aye.

Hey.

How's he doing?

I don't know.

He didn't sleep.

Wouldn't eat anything.

We're heading up to Chester.

Sitting down with the Northwest.

Letting them know
why this happened.

Okay.

I'm gonna go to St. Thomas
and get an ultrasound.

There something wrong?

I don't think so, it's
just a precaution.

Jesus.

You got a
long-distance call, Jax.

All right.

Hey, stay.

We're all here.

The council is prepared to
offer you terms for your betrayal.

- Our betrayal?
- That's right.

A peaceful transition.

Or we do what we did yesterday to every
clubhouse between here and San Bernardino.

What terms?

Clay will be handling the distribution
of our guns in Northern California.

How is none of your concern.

What is your concern is
facilitating that transition.

Making sure all your
buyers are on board.

And you won't be
taking a percentage.

You wanted out, that
includes profit as well.

Understood?

We'll have to take a vote.

I don't give a shit
about your democracy.

Are we understood?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Understood.

Glad to hear that, Jackson.

Really? Because your plan was to
blow up our clubhouse with a full table...

so forgive me if I
have a little trouble

believing you're glad to
hear anything from me.

We regret being pushed to
such desperate measures.

Let's make sure that
never happens again.

All of us here can
live with that. I'm not

sure everyone at your
table feels the same way.

We all want the same thing, Jax.

No, we don't.

I'll cut Connor and
your other guys loose.

- They're still alive?
- Yeah.

I told you.

I didn't want a war.

Aye.

I'll move forward with Clay.

I say we keep Connor
for a couple more days.

Make sure this
peace shit is real.

- Is that what you all want?
- Yeah.

- Yeah.
- At least a couple days.

- Makes sense.
- Okay.

Tacoma's still at the barn. Let's
keep them there till we get back.

Jax, Rogue River, Indian
Hills, Eureka, Moab, Tacoma...

all officers are confirmed.

All right. Let's go.

- Have a nice day. At home.
- Eat me.

Police escort?

Don't ask.

How's Nero?

Not very hopeful.

- I'm sorry.
- I know, baby.

You guys headed north?

Yeah.

I need Clay to know
what happened.

I want him to
take that Irish deal.

Another conjugal?

No, you don't need
privacy for this message.

Just a simple, "Move forward."

Okay.

Come here.

I'm here.

I'll go see Clay.

You let me know if there's
anything else I can do.

Just keep an eye on Tara.

Make sure she's not alone.

Of course.

Give me your hand.

Where you heading?

St. Thomas.

I'm gonna put the boys in daycare
and work with Lowen on the trial.

Okay. How's that looking?

- Not so good.
- Sorry.

You and Unser
seem to be bonding.

Yeah.

Wayne.

- Morning.
- Hi.

Hey. Hey, hey, easy.

I missed you.

Bye.

I got me a little Nazi owie here.
Come on, let's get in the truck.

I can drive?

What the hell
happened last night?

Residue tests'll be
back in a couple of days.

But it had to be a bomb.
Plastics most likely.

Anybody talking?

Teller indicated it was
about ending a relationship.

My guess, he
pissed off his supplier.

IRA?

Well, they love to blow shit up.

Padilla was processed.

He's with his lawyer. Come here.

Okay.

- You're not gonna wanna hear this.
- Then don't say it.

I know the DNA was a match, but
I don't like Padilla for the murder.

It's too neat. I
think he was set up.

Well, as much as I
appreciate a good hunch...

I'm gonna stick to the concrete,
scientific evidence for now.

I need to make some calls.

Okay.

- Do you wanna...?
- Yes.

- Okay.
- Thanks.

Bye, guys, see
you later. Bye-bye.

You doing okay, sweetheart?

I guess.

It's just surreal to me, Wayne.

I don't know what's more frightening,
the violence getting worse...

or my ability to
simply take it in stride.

I see how living this
way can make you...

Gemma?

You give any more
thought to my offer?

Yeah.

I might need your help.

I can't tell you everything.

So why not start
with what you can?

If I have to go to jail, I am not
letting my boys stay in Charming.

Jax is their dad.

I'm filing for divorce.

Asking for full custody.

Who gets the boys
if you go inside?

Hey. I heard about
the explosion.

The boys are fine. I'm
so sorry I didn't call you.

- Oh, shit. What happened?
- What do you think?

- Was everyone else okay? Gemma?
- She's fine.

You should check up
on her. Build the trust.

Yeah. Okay.

This is exactly why
we need to stay on task.

If I go away, I need
you to take those boys

out of here before
something else blows up.

Okay.

Wayne knows.
He's here to help us.

Yeah.

All right.

Abel's in daycare.

I told him his friend Wendy
was coming back to play with him.

- He was very excited.
- Yeah?

Okay. Thanks.

You're...

You're spinning a lot
of plates, sweetheart.

Yeah.

Shit.

Hey, pull over.

- We're all clean?
- Rat's got all the hardware.

Welcome to paradise, boys. Had
a little trouble catching up to you.

You know, the speed
limit's 55 on our road here.

Yeah, sorry about that, I guess
we were just enjoying the scenery.

- Where you headed?
- To Chester.

- From where?
- San Joa. Charming.

Well, I don't know what the laws
are in Charming, but here in Eden...

wearing those gang
colors, that's illegal.

- We're not a gang, we're a club.
- Rotary, Knights of Columbus, 4-H.

Those are clubs. Rockers and
reapers suggest something else.

Officer, we didn't
mean any disrespect.

We know you got
a beautiful place.

Yes, we do. And we
intend to keep it that way.

Let's see some ID.

We had a big robbery last week.

Bikes stolen off a truck headed
for a Butte County Harley dealer.

A few Dynas, half
a dozen baggers.

- None of these bikes are new.
- Or stolen.

No, looks like you got some
recent modifications though.

Yeah, we own a garage,
do the work ourselves.

Good for you.

Tell you what, I'm gonna
do you a solid, okay?

I'm gonna have the
bikes picked up...

run serials for
anything aftermarket.

Make sure no one sold
you any stolen parts.

Look, you made your point, man.

We won't come
through Eden again.

We got a family thing
we really need to get to.

I feel you, pres. I do.
But I got a job to do.

And what job is that?

That some kind of tribal shit?

- You supposed to be a warrior, son?
- No.

I'm just a guy who knows
a coward when I see one.

Okay, look. I'm sorry.

We're all just a little road weary.
We didn't mean no disrespect.

Dispatch wants us at
Exit 126. CHP request.

Oh, okay.

- You call Pagone?
- Yeah.

- Flatbed's on the way.
- Oh, really?

- Really? Come on.
- Write us up for speeding, get your quota.

Eden doesn't have quotas.

You fellas, you're all about
the brotherhood, right?

Loyalty, that kind
of shit? Good.

- What, are you serious?
- Hey, don't be stupid.

- That's right.
- Everything's cool, man. All right.

My partner and I,
we gotta head out.

You boys sit here and wait for
impound and backup to arrive.

This right here, that's where
you can pick up your bikes.

Yeah, if there's anything left.

We know you wouldn't
desert a brother, would you?

- Juice!
- Hey, hey, hey.

- Knock it off!
- Enough, Juice, enough.

Juice!

- Jesus Christ.
- Stop.

Happy?

Okay, you better think
twice about this move.

Assaulting a cop gets
you killed in this town.

And we know who you are.

- And we know a scam when we see one.
- That's right, we do.

I've seen Smokey and the Bandit
a thousand times. Love that movie.

You scumbags are done.
You won't make it out...

- Juice!
- Enough. Enough.

- Let's go.
- We should go now.

- Come on. Juice. Come on.
- Yeah.

Come on.

Come on, good buddy, let's go.

All right, go, go, go!

What the hell is he doing?

He's jamming us up.

Go around him.

Juice! Come on!

Holy shit!

- You all right?
- Yeah, you?

I'm good. I'm good.

Hell yeah, man.

Go, Juicy!

- That boy ain't right!
- Yeah!

Talked to Barosky.
No APB. No POI call.

- No one's looking for us.
- Which means they were dirty.

Most of the stolen parts come
from Butte and Plumas County, bro.

Guess the cops feed the pipeline.
Pull over anything dirty or dark.

So, what do you wanna do
about our friends in Eden?

- Claim our property.
- Good.

- I'll get a 20 on this chop shop.
- Great. Get on it, Tiggy.

Hey.

- Good to see you, Jax.
- You too, Jury.

That flash looks
good on your chest.

Just trying to live
up to it, you know.

He asked to come.

- I figured it made sense.
- It's all good.

- What's up, bro?
- Been a long time, boss.

- Good to see you, brother.
- You too.

Glad you came.

Can you give me some time afterwards?
I got something I wanna talk to you about.

It's important.

Sure.

Good.

- Who's this guy? Who's this guy?
- Who's that?

- Who is this guy?
- You never call, you never write.

You doing okay?

I know there's nothing to do now, but the
shit those guards did is not gonna go...

- Irish blew up the clubhouse.
- What?

They smuggled in
C-4 in a beer delivery.

Jesus Christ.

- Is everybody whole?
- Yeah.

What do you want me to do?

Jax said to move
forward with the offer.

Needs you inside that circle.

Right.

That makes sense.

What else?

In county, that marshal
that was pulling the strings...

you got any sense of him?

You know, just how
far he was willing to go?

What's it matter?
Otto killed him.

Nero was arrested on the
murder of one of his girls.

It was bullshit.

Evidence was planted.

He's thinking maybe
Toric set him up...

use him as leverage
against the club.

You think he was capable
of crossing that line?

You asking me to help
clear your boyfriend?

Considering I rode your cock
yesterday for that creep show.

Didn't say shit to Jax.

I'm thinking maybe
you owe me one.

Toric was completely warped.

He'd do anything to hurt the MC.

I don't know if he was always that unhinged
or losing his sister pushed him there.

The shit he did to Otto...

beating him, raping
him like clockwork...

Threatened to do
the same thing to me.

What Otto did...

was to save me
as much as himself.

I wanna say thank
you for making the ride.

Means a lot to me
to have a full table.

I'm certain you have
questions. And doubts.

That's what this meeting is for.

I know every charter is independent.
You run them as you want.

But I also know the
things we do in Redwood...

especially here
in the Northwest...

impact your local
relationships...

and affect the way you earn.

Some of you knew my old man.

Some just knew his legacy.

It's no secret that he
was conflicted at the end.

Questioned every
decision he'd ever made.

About the club...

about his family.

That fear...

that doubt...

it ruined him.

Made him vulnerable.

I'm here to tell you that
I'm not following that path.

The choices that I make
are not because I'm afraid...

or because I have any
doubts about this club.

I watched my best friend...

get his head caved in to
protect what we have here.

We've all watched brothers
die in the service of this club.

There's two things you
can do when that happens:

You can run from the pain, bail.

Or you can allow it
to burn into your heart.

To leave its mark.

A constant reminder of the
love that brought us all here.

Sons of Anarchy...

Is at a crossroads.

Our clubhouse
blowing up last night...

that's a sign of the times.

The end result of a bloody
relationship with the IRA.

It'd be easy for
me to sit here...

and blame our mistakes on my
predecessor, but that won't solve shit.

We don't need blame.

What we need, boys, is change.

I want us out of guns.

The RICO heat...

the competition...

the Irish blowback.

It's just not practical.

Between lawyers and repairing
the damage, we barely earn a profit.

I'm gonna move Redwood
into more legitimate enterprises.

Diosa is doing great.
We're earning real money.

We're gonna open
another house in Stockton.

We're gonna reboot Caracara.

We just found a warehouse
down by the docks.

So I guess it's fair to say that
Samcro's future is in pussy, not bullets.

We've struck a
deal with the Irish.

One that keeps the peace.

But that transition
means we all take a hit.

Now, I know everyone here has
had a taste of the gun business...

whether it's from protection,
storage or distribution.

It's gonna sting at first,
letting go of that cash...

but if we don't...

I'm telling you...

this club won't have a future.

We've had 20 members
killed in the last two years.

All of those deaths
tied to the gun business.

Outside of guns, how
you earn is up to you.

But if you would like, my
charter will do everything it can...

to help you move in
a legitimate direction.

A direction that
keeps us out of jail.

That keeps us whole...

and that keeps us alive.

- Really? Are you kidding me?
- I gotta talk to your boss.

- Gemma, seriously, come on.
- Hey, Gemma. Hey.

Get back to me as fast as
you can. I'll call you back.

- Who are you?
- My question also.

It's okay, you guys. Gemma,
what the hell are you doing here?

Who's this?

District Attorney Patterson.
She's prosecuting Nero's case.

Gemma Teller Morrow.

- Padilla's...
- Old lady.

And Jax Teller's mother.

Didn't know there was
an old-lady connection too.

Yeah, well, there's a
lot of shit you don't know.

You mind if I share?

Nero was set up.

That marshal, Toric.

He told Clay he would do
anything to hurt the club.

He was having Otto
Delaney raped every day

to punish him for what
he did to his sister.

And then he threatened to
do the same thing to Clay.

That's why Otto killed Toric.
Couldn't take it anymore.

That marshal was nuts.

Nero would never hurt one of his
girls. He was with me the entire night.

Next morning, he went to church.

I know you wanna find the devil
who put the gun in that boy's hand.

It wasn't Nero.

Then who was it?

Toric was on your payroll.

If anybody finds out
that he set up Padilla...

that's gonna look like the call of a
desperate boss pressing for leverage.

You might wanna
get in front of that.

Lieutenant.

Let's check his hotel.

Paid for the month up front. Showed
me his badge. I didn't know he was killed.

Sorry to hear that.

We need to talk to anyone
who's cleaned the room.

He didn't want maid service.
He didn't want anyone in his room.

Said he was working
on a case or something.

All right. Thanks.

- Let me know when you're done.
- Yeah.

- You smell that?
- Bleach.

Guns. Check the bags.

- Yup.
- That's a guy expecting trouble.

Or looking to cause it.

Why don't you check
out the bathroom?

Spotless.

It's been showered with bleach.

Hey.

Damn. Linoleum underneath.

These are definitely
bullet holes.

Shit.

Call CSU. Get them down here.

Found a bag of pharmaceuticals
and a set of works.

You know, that Toric
was a few kinds of sick.

Linoleum is porous, we
should be able to pull DNA.

Now, I know that you
want to find leverage to

tie Nero and the Sons
to your school shooting.

But I'm sorry, ma'am,
he did not kill Erin Byrne.

We won't know that
until we get the DNA.

That could take days.

All we know right now is
that Toric was on medication.

He liked to live germ-free
and he discharged a weapon.

Padilla gets processed.
Murder charge sticks.

Hey.

You tell me what the
hell that was today?

Was kind of just doing it before
I realized what was going on.

You don't have
anything to prove, Juice.

We're good.

Yeah.

Not sure Chibs
feels the same way.

I'm guessing he'll be healed
by the time your face is.

No more cowboy shit.

Sure. Okay.

- Hey, babe.
- Hi.

How'd it go with the baby?

The ultrasound was fine.

- Thank God.
- Yeah.

You know this
one's a girl, right?

- Why do you say that?
- I just got a feeling.

She's gonna be strong
and beautiful like her mom.

Yeah. Maybe.

How's Abel doing?

His appetite's back.

How's it going there?

Good. Good.

I let everyone know
we're out of guns.

What our plans are.

They all get it.

- Every charter's on board.
- That's great.

- Hi.
- Hey, Lowen just arrived.

Okay.

Get home safe.

Yeah. I will.

- I love you.
- Me too.

Bye.

- You're here early.
- I got a call from the DA's office.

Patterson wants to meet,
offer you some sort of deal.

- When?
- Now. She's on her way here.

Well, I don't need a
deal. We have a plan.

You have a plan for Jax,
for the boys, for Wendy...

you need a plan for Tara.

Let's hear what she has to say.

Okay.

I'm glad I came.

That was some
powerful stuff in there.

Thanks.

I see you posse'd up.

That your Nomad crew?

I guess that's the buzz
around the charters.

We gossip more
than teenage girls.

That your transfer?

Not mine.

Quinn, Montez and West.

Hopper got spooked
by the explosion.

He's out.

You've been
recruiting for Samcro?

Yeah.

We'll ride back with you.

Club can vote on it
when we get to Charming.

I ripped that flash off because I didn't
know how to help you that way anymore.

I hand-picked these guys
because they're loyal, they're smart...

they got families,
they're hard-working,

and their priorities
are in the right place.

It's exactly what
this charter needs.

This ain't no kind
of power grab...

I got no interest in the
gavel or a new patch.

It's because I love this club.

And I love you.

I'm aware Toric made
a run at you in county.

I'm sorry if his methods
were questionable...

but he was not working
for me at the time.

- But you both want the same thing.
- Tara.

Toric wanted
vengeance. I want justice.

The process to get to those
two things might feel the same...

but the motivation
is very different.

Like when you gave
Otto Delaney the crucifix.

I don't believe your
motivation was vengeance.

We're not here to
discuss the alleged details.

Do you have something
to offer or not?

The doctor already
knows my offer.

A loving mother for a
dangerous husband.

- What's best for the boys?
- This is bullshit.

When you have something
real, put it in writing.

You're not really going to jail
for him? Leave your children?

- Don't answer. We're done.
- I love him.

- Tara.
- I know who he is and what he does.

Then you know it's not you
who deserves to be in jail.

Full immunity for the
proof of the gun running.

It's the only offer you'll get.

- Are you okay?
- Yeah.

I need you to think
about that offer, Tara.

- I know how much you love Jax...
- No, you don't.

The betrayal of love...

has boundaries. Ones
that I have to live with.

I don't need to
think about an offer.

Okay.

Hey, Gem.

- Did you see Nero?
- Yeah.

How is he?

On his way to county.

Jesus Christ.

Yeah, but he ain't
gonna be there long.

We just gotta help Jax to keep this place
up and running till he gets out. Okay?

I know.

Anything I can help you with?

Yeah. Friend of Nero's
came in looking for him.

Seemed pretty upset.

I didn't know what I should
tell her. Said she wanted to wait.

So I put her in his room.

One of Nero's girls?

Yes and no.

Hey, Aaron. How are you?

Oh, I'm so sorry, darling, if you're
looking for Nero, he's not back yet.

Yes. At the very least.

Thank you, Gem.

Sure.

I knew Nero had himself a new lady, I
just didn't realize she was so substantial.

Yeah, that's me.

The substantial one.

That's much better.

- Here, I'll take it.
- Thank you.

Darling, I am so sorry to hear
about Nero's incarceration.

I know him. That man would
never raise a hand to a woman.

No, I know.

What's your connection? To
Nero. How do you know him?

Oh, it was from
another life, darling.

Before the...?

The transformation?

Yes.

Back in the days of
young Vincent No one.

My darling mother, Alice,
was one of Nero's best...

street performers.

Unfortunately, her ability to drain semen
from the front seat of a parked car...

far exceeded her ability to raise
a boy of questionable orientation.

I was 15 when
Miss Alice checked...

into the North Cali Women's
Facility for an extended holiday.

Nero was the one who took me
in, kept the wolves from my door.

He never asked me for anything.

He was my guardian angel.

What's this?

More wolves at your door?

I'm afraid I ran smack into a low-hanging
branch of my gnarled family tree.

I didn't quite know where to go.

And before I
knew it, I was here.

Come here.

You're safe.

You are safe here.

Come on. Come on.

All right. Me and Hap.

Rest of you guys stay close.

Montez. Watch the bikes.

Enough!

We're closed.

Hey. An Eden cop
told me to give you this.

What kind of car is it?

- Shit!
- You alone?

- Yeah.
- All right, keys.

Come on.

I got him. I got him. Come
here, you. Come here.

- Tiggy?
- Yeah.

- Find Juice's bike.
- All right.

This okay with you, Mom?

Blow me, boy.

Hey. Hey.

That's my bike.

- Hey!
- Juice!

Hey, hey, hey, come
on. Hey, hey, hey.

He ain't right.

That's new.

- Yeah.
- Jax.

You gotta see this
in the garage, man.

Oh, snap.

I checked the stickers.

They're brand-new. All of them are going
to Bernacchi Harley in Butte County, Jax.

What do you wanna do, boss?

What you're supposed to do
when you find stolen merchandise:

Call the police.

- Sorry, no deal. All right?
- Understood.

Thank you.

Time to go 'hood, sister.

Tell your lawyer I'll be moving
up the trial date three weeks.

And I'll be prosecuting
the case myself.

See you in court, doctor.

Pagone?

What the hell's going on?

- P.J.!
- In here.

Shit.

No need for guns, boys.

- We're all friends now.
- They made me call you.

Yes, we did.

We also took pictures
of all these vehicles.

Just in case we need to return
them to their rightful owners.

Did you know that these are the
bikes that you said were stolen...

and we found them all here?
I mean, how crazy is that?

What do you want?

First of all, leaving
all this shit here?

That's just stupid and lazy.

You know, if you're gonna go
outlaw, boys, use half a brain.

I mean, you're
making us all look bad.

Which one do you want, Juicy?

This one is good.

He's gonna take Liberace's bike.

Don't worry, we'll change
the numbers ourselves.

What I need you to do is make sure that
none of the shit that happened today...

comes back to
bite us in the ass.

Or all of this goes very public.

Okay. Yeah.

And I need you
both to apologize...

to all my guys for
your behavior today.

You gotta be kidding me.

Do you think I'm kidding?

Sorry for my behavior today.

- Sorry for my behavior today.
- Yeah.

Sorry for my behavior today.

It is good to be back.

Sorry for my behavior today.

Sorry for my behavior today.

Sorry for my behavior today.

Sorry for my behavior...

Get home safe.