He walks upstairs and right into an American goon who asks what Jax is doing. Right behind the goon is a young woman, wearing an empire-waist sweater and crying. Uh-oh. Jax asks if the girl is okay, and the goon tells Jax he better go downstairs. Jax says, "I'm not talking to you," and promptly sends the goon to the floor. The woman runs by, crying, and Jax heads into the nearest room, which is filled with babies in little pink gowns and beanies.

The girl runs through the parlor and out of the house, and Tig stop aimlessly beating on a piano's keys to play peanut gallery: "That ain't good." Upstairs, Jax continues down the hall and discovers that each room is packed with healthy white babies, some in blue outfits, some in pink. The rest of the bikers come up and Chibs looks in the bedroom and asks, "Jesus Christ, what the hell is this, Jackie?" "It's another goddamn baby factory," Jax seethes.

(Nota bene: There are regulations for how long babies can work shifts: until age 6 months, babies can only "work" 20 minutes a day, while children aged 6-24 months can work two hours per day. So I'm hoping the decision to have many babies of standing age featured in the nursery was driven by logistics and not meant to reflect some sort of situation where kids were raised in black market orphinariums for months at a time. Although, really, is it reasonable to expect anyone who traffics in babies to be all, "Oh my gosh, we're not giving these children the dedicated attention they need?")

Anyway, the bikers are outraged and fisticuffs ensue. The babies all watch and yowl as the bikers deliver beatdowns to all the in-house baby traffickers. A small yet amusing detail: Happy is utterly silent as he punches his opponent; all the other bikers are shouting and grunting. Gaalan comes up the stairs and looks taken aback at how brutal his rented brute squad can be.

Cut to the aftermath, where Clay is on the scene and wearing an expression like Is it possible for me to get through ONE DAY without someone f***ing up? No? Jax is unrepentant about the violence, snotting, "You didn't tell us we'd be dealing with the U.S. half of your black market baby ring." Gaalan claims it's "Catholic placement for unwanted children," but you'll note that those kids were all white and healthy, and those are the ones that cost a hell of a lot more to adopt than kids who are non-Caucasian or have special needs. Jax snaps, "Call whatever you want, you're selling babies for cash!" and Clay wades into the dispute before it can turn into a symposium on the ethics of human trafficking. Tig then distracts Jax by handing the phone; Filthy Phil is on the other line.