Oh, it's tense! Chuckie speaks for all of us with "I need to step out. My bowels get very loose in situations like this." Nero gallantly says, "Well, on that note ... I'll check in on you." Clay offers to walk Nero out, the better to make edicts like, "Whatever there was between you and my wife, it's over." Nero replies that really, Clay gets no say in any Gemma/Nero relationship updates. Clay pretends he didn't hear that and spells it out: "Make no mistake: You get in my way with Gemma, I'll kill you." Nero says, "Don't worry, mano. I don't make mistakes -- not like you." Then he saunters off, because he has half a working brain, which puts him at twice the brainal* capacity of anyone in SAMCRO.
(* The term "brainal" was introduced when my husband and I were talking one evening after a very long day of work, and one of us said to the other, "You're asking me to do math right now. I don't have the, like, brainal capacity to do it!" And thus, a new portmanteau word ("brain" + "cranial") was born.)
Oh, look, bikers have gone to terrorize the brother-in-law of Charles Turner! He is a remarkably bad shot, and also strategically retarded, as he runs up to the top of a building that has no alternate exit. So Chibs and Jax conduct a conversation -- at gunpoint, natch -- with the doomed Ray, wherein he says that his old friend from the Chino penal institution, Frankie Diamonds, was the one who hired Charlie and himself to kill Jax. Jax asks, "Why'd you go after my mom and family?" and Ray's all, "Look, I don't even know you. We didn't go after your family." Chibs concludes, "Frankie hires a black guy, makes it look like Pope ... that greaseball is smarter than he looks."
And speaking of deceptive-looking greaseballs, Jax commits a fairly horrifying murder here, first gut-shooting Ray -- which is a horribly painful way to die -- then pushing him off the roof of the building. It's fairly horrifying because it's a sign that Jax has lost any and all code regarding how people die. The security-guard thing in "Small World" could be hand-waved with "Jax is projecting his fury over Opie's life and death and the wife's murder is a sick funhouse version of how Opie's wife was in the wrong place at the wrong time." This is just gratuitously brutal. And judging from the looks on Chibs' and Happy's faces, they're a little taken aback too.
Juice is busy staring at a pile of papers on a desk in a SAMCRO office when Clay comes in. There's some small talk -- the only records SAMCRO has for the nomads are dues payments -- and Clay comes out with it: "Anything you need to tell me? With Roosevelt? He's been pressing you pretty hard since we got out of Stockton. Why just you? What's he know, Juice?" Juice nearly wets his breeches, blinks his saucer-sized eyes, and lasts approximately 25 seconds before drawing a shaky breath and admitting that his father is black, the sheriff found out, and he tried to use that for Juice to work with the Feds on a pending RICO case against the club. Juice tells EVERYTHING: "Otto flipped, gave them past crimes. Eli threatened me. The Feds want the Irish and the cartel. [Eli] said if I gave him some evidence, that he would spare the club." Clay gives the patented SAMCRO expression of dismay ("Jesus Christ!") then channels every ounce of authority he thinks he has as he asks, "What did you do?"