Then, because this is Sons of Anarchy and it's been a while since we've had a good explosion... we get a good explosion thanks to Clay steering the van toward a propane tank and letting combustion do the rest. The bikers and the rest of the Mob contingent see this from the road.
Meanwhile, Juice get the drop on Frankie, who confesses everything about Clay manipulating the nomads; unfortunately for Frankie, he's confessing to the one club member who can't imagine Clay doing such a thing, so the odds of Juice turning the gun on Clay all, "Father Figure! You have betrayed the club's sacred trust!" are vanishingly small. Clay kicks down the door at that moment to make his own badass shotgun-toting appearance, but before he can blow off Frankie's head, Jax comes bursting through yet another door all, "No! Not yet!" And the Mob comes through still ANOTHER door, takes one look at the dead mob enforcer on the floor and cuts through all the biker psychodrama with a few well-aimed bullets to Frankie's skull. If Jax's hands were not full of gun at the moment, he would surely facepalm.
When everyone gets back to the clubhouse, Jax is still in A Mood, but he is appropriately kind to Quinn with his thanks, then has a quick conference with Bobby Elvis about the Frankie issue. Jax says he's still delivering "the third nomad" to Roosevelt and Bobby snorts, "Come on -- are you going to prop him up in the front seat and play Weekend at Frankie's?" Jax doesn't even laugh, so concerned is he about how to handle Clay. Suddenly, Bobby Elvis is spouting off about needing "tangible evidence" before he can do anything about Clay, so either someone was forced to watch a lot of Law and Order marathons while a guest in the federal penal system or this is just a way to drag out a plot in what is otherwise a "shoot first, scramble to contain the damage later" type of culture.
And now, this is the point in recapping where I realized my iTMS download is different from what I actually watched on Tuesday night because, oceans of vodka notwithstanding, I have a distinct recollection of a scene between Otto and Tara where he asks her to release one wrist. She does so and he asks her to lean in and stroke his forehead. As Tara does this, Otto admits that he wanted to feel a woman's touch once more before he died. Then, enveloped in the scent of his beloved LuAnn, another old lady's hand soothing his brow, Otto begins fondling himself and weeping. Tara can only look down, horror and pity mingled on her features.