We cut to Juice in the bathroom, clicking a button on his phone. Here's hoping the club's intelligence officer has the brains to erase the texts he's sending. Oh, wait -- I'm talking about Juice. Anyway, he's staring at himself in the mirror with a mixture of resolve and self-loathing, and outside the door, his best father figure calls, "We're heading out the door, Juicy!" One more glare in the mirror and Juice catches up to the graybeards, many of whom are vaguely optimistic that they may not be killed at the hands of the cartel after all. Chibs says cheerily, "Shite's in the rearview now, boys!" and flings his arm around Juice's neck. Oh, Chibs. When the Feds snag you thanks to Juice's information, it's going to be so tragic.
At St. Get Better Security Already, Gemma's come in to visit Tara. This is the first Tara's seen of Gemma's Clay-sponsored facelift and her reaction is surprisingly muted: "What happened to you?" "Fell down some stairs," Gemma says wryly, which is a pretty elegant way of telegraphing exactly who did this to her and what she thinks of the whole situation. Anyway, the two bond over their mutual antipathy toward Wendy, and Gemma reassures Tara that Wendy won't be getting to know Abel, on account of "I set her straight." It's Gemma's way of being a help. Also, she says, "Jax doesn't need another problem. You keep him clear of it." Tara snots, "Why? Are you afraid it'll give us another reason to run from Charming?" Gemma replies, "I'm afraid it's another thing that will break his heart." Which makes no sense. Exactly how is Jax's heart going to be broken if his older son's biological mother wants visitation? Jax is still Abel's parent, no matter what; it's Tara who's vulnerable here. Tara snaps, "I can take care of his heart."
Speaking of the tender-hearted biker, here he comes now, with a friendly cuff for Filthy Phil and a kiss for his mama. (Also: Filthy Phil is my kind of guy, as he's a comics reader.) Gemma asks Jax if he has connected with Opie, and as Jax shakes his head, he asks, "Was Piney with him?" Gemma, instantly on the alert, asks, "No. Why?" Jax explains, "[Opie] went to the cabin last night to bring [Piney] home." Gemma blinks hard before gulping, "Oh. No. He was alone." Jax takes off and Gemma collars Phil, instructing the prospect to track down Opie. Filthy Phil says, "Yes, ma'am -- Gemma." She rolls her eyes at the ma'am, and I love how even as the whole Piney situation is about to go tits up, Gemma's still got time for a bit of feminine vanity.