Opie pushes open the door to the cabin, and one can only presume the reason he's not knocked over by a carrion reek is that Piney got his nickname owing to his glade-fresh scent. Opie then notices his dad on the floor and drops right by the body: "Oh, God -- Pop. Dad? DAD? Oh, shit! Dad?" He rocks back and forth next to the body, rocking back and forth, until Unser interrupts him. Opie pulls a gun on Unser, frantically demanding to know why Unser's there and what he knows. For someone who is staring down the barrel of a gun wielded by a giant out of his mind with grief, Unser is incredibly cool. He tells Opie he knows who killed Piney, and that's why he followed Opie to the cabin. "Clay killed your old man. Clay killed him," Unser says. Opie reflexively protests, "That's bullshit." "I wish it were," Unser says. He explains, "Piney had some kind of leverage on Clay. He was using it to get the club out of the cartel deal. Clay came up here to change his mind. Things went south." Opie asks how Opie knows this; Unser admits that Gemma told him and she wanted to make the scene look like a cartel hit.

You've got to give Opie credit: He's in shock, he's in pain, and he's grappling with is a lot of betrayal at once, but he's smart enough to ask what reason Unser might have for telling Opie. Unser lies, "Gemma confronted Clay about Piney. He almost killed her. Beat her bloody. Clay's out of control. You're no stranger to that. He tried to kill you and killed your wife." Opie is on his knees, rocking back and forth and sobbing in front of Piney's body. Unser continues, gently and inexorably, "If you don't believe me, go see Gemma's face, Ask her who did it." We get a terrifying shot of Opie -- he looks like a Viking marauder in the grip of a berserker frenzy -- and Unser says to this mountain of fury, "Clay's got to go, son. Before he kills someone else you love." The episode ends on Opie's steely face.

Well! I personally cannot wait to see whether or not Clay is anything more than a wet smear on the pavement by the end of next week. It should be goooooooood.

Lisa Schmeiser is thinking Opie is one horned helmet away from sacking Oakland. He could do it! Send her mead and flaming longships at lschmeiser@gmail.com.