Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Shank missed the vitals. Juice is gonna live.
How is he doing?
The only IRA I work with is the one my accountant feeds at tax time.
Clay outed Jacob Hale's bullshit scam. Saved your land.
Cameron and Edmond Hayes, true IRA. That's the reason I'm here.
Without a color crew, we ain't gonna make it to trial.
No accounting for taste.
Seems that Jax has a better grasp on the big picture.
Yeah?
I wouldn't have done it if I didn't trust her.
...between you and your stepson, you know...
Look, you don't know me.
- You get my message? - No.
Well, FBI's working a case on the separatist group.
- Gotta get him out of PC for the family. - Buys us protection.
The fat guy with the beard.
Are you okay?
- That's all I can tell you. - Shit.
Monumental times, my brothers. Black man in the White House.
And I promise that it won't blow back on you.
Come on.
Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.
I like to get down to business.
I'll make sure he's tuned up.
I'm trying to catch some rehearsals.
- Opie's doing it alone? - We're a little busy.
I called Rosen. Posted bail a few hours ago.
Wow.
Good work, girls. See you tomorrow afternoon at 2:30.
You have any interest in why I'm here?
- Ah, Juice bait? Yeah.
Let's go, Teller.
They're jamming us. Seven-figure bail, no court date? It's bullshit.
I've been working with Laroy a long time.
- Hey. - Tried calling. No one answered.