DIGRESSION: At this point, does anyone else get the feeling that the Galindo cartel was sort of in over its head in Northern California, and the primary reason they're going along with the SAMCRO thing is because they can use the club as a catspaw/expendable labor in wiping out a rival who obviously mapped out the NorCal territory before they got there? Because in this season, we've seen that Sonora Lobo's got a tight game -- they locked in a deal with the primary drug distributor in Oakland before Galindo moved with the Mayans, they've got insiders in the Mayan organization, they've killed the SAMTAZ president and shot up the SAMCRO clubhouse. And Galindo? Has basically been all, "Next week! I promise you, next week, we'll take care of those rascals!" It totally figures that when SAMCRO backs a cartel, they pick the one on the losing side.

Back in the clubhouse, Jax is busy thwacking Clay in the knees -- metaphorically speaking -- by telling them that going after the Lobo Sonora gang isn't really a business matter, but a personal one, so he thinks they should let him handle it while they sit around and look at the giant guns they're going to sell. Tig, however, begs to differ: "This isn't just about Tara. This about hurting those assholes who shot up our clubhouse and killed Armando." Perversely, this leads Clay to agree with Jax, and he admits of the body count thus far, "Nobody saw it coming, including me." Cut to Bobby Elvis rolling his eyes heavenward. Clay adds, "We're in the home stretch now, bro. I say we close this door, go back into business as usual." Bobby Elvis will sooner start the caveman diet before he lets Jax go up against Lobo alone, and both Chibs and Tig add their amens to that. Kozik enthusiastically says, "All right! Let's do it." Happy drawls, "Yeeeeep. I'm there." You know he is totally looking forward to tearing off some Lobo Sonora's soldier's fingers with his teeth and wearing them as cufflinks. (Hell, he might even buy a shirt that requires cufflinks for the occasion.) Clay has to ask Opie if he's in, and Opie dolorously rumbles that he is. Jax fights back tears before croaking, "Okay. All right."