Jax then presses Roosevelt on who the rat at the SAMCRO table is and Roosevelt says, "I'm not doing this. I'm not going to be responsible for another dead body." Jax shakes his head and says, "Too late. I know it wasn't me or Bobby. Chibs, Tig, Happy -- they'd cut their own hearts out before they'd talk to the cops. Phil, the prospects, don't know dick. Clay, not enough upside for him to rat. Only leaves one guy, a guy who tried to hang himself a few months back." Roosevelt is silent for a moment, perhaps impressed that Jax has the kind of cerebral chops that would have served him well in the logic portion of the GREs. Then he says, "You know, he had no choice." Jax doesn't see it that way: "We always have a choice." Roosevelt asks, "What happens to him now?" Jax doesn't reply; he only reloads his .45.

Speaking of Juice, he's monkeying around with a bike over at Clay's when the bell rings. It's Gemma, who's offering to shoot some cortisone into Clay's knuckles. He clearly thinks it's the prelude to her gradually coming back to him; Gemma tries to channel her loving-but-no-nonsense demeanor, all too aware of how Clay can't take his eyes off her. Juice, sensing A Moment in the offing, takes his leave of the couple. As he motors off, Jax -- who is parked in a black SUV nearby -- pulls away and begins tailing Juice through the night.

Will Juice make it through the supersized episode airing this week? Will I? Stay tuned.

Lisa Schmeiser lives in an Oakland-adjacent island town. She's a reporter and blogger when not confronting the awful reality that toddlers are capable of horking more than twice their body volume.

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