Angel: So, you, you just been living with this? EZ: How the fuck was I supposed to tell you? This is the first time in eight months you've looked me in the eyes. Angel: Yeah, I get that. Pops know anything about this? EZ: No. Angel: Why are you telling me now, man? EZ: When everything unraveled with Potter, I know I betrayed you. I know staying here in the club, it kept that wound fresh. The life everyone thought I was supposed to have, the one I thought I fucked up, none of that was real. I'm not the golden boy, Angel. I stayed because I was afraid. You and Pop? You're the only thing I know in my life is real. And the club? I need to be a part of something. Angel: You didn't answer my question. EZ: I can't lose you, Angel. Angel: This is the tie that binds. Most people would either put a bullet in his head or walked away from this, but this, bro, this is fucking nuts. You got arrest records, family history, timelines. Jesus Christ, you did a fucking psychological profile on him. EZ: I had to do something. I have no proof other than what I know I saw. Couldn't take it to the cops. M.C.s relationship with SAMCRO, couldn't take it to Bishop. Angel: And that look in your eye, brother? Its the same look you had nine years ago. Put you in this whole fucking mess. EZ: I don't know how to do this. Angel: You're not gonna let it go until you do. Til it's finished. And now neither will I.