Gloomy Belfast. Cherry's got the phone number -- but she's also got the latest news about Half-Sack. Oh, this is so awkward, what with Cameron being Mo's cousin and all. Maureen asks, "You gonna be okay?" Cherry sniffles, "It's part of the deal, right?" Maureen whispers, "It is." They really are writing her as the Gaelic counterpart to Gemma, aren't they?
Unfortunately, the number Cherry has is for Gemma's cell, which the lady Morrow ditched when she went on the lam. So whatever Maureen is going to tell Gemma -- I'm going to go with "I know where your grandson is" but maybe that's too simple -- it will have to wait.
Cut to Nate's living room. Tara's still holding a cold compress on her head, Gemma's staring off into the middle distance and Tig is drinking. Bachman walks in, all spidery black limbs, and everyone rises. He says flatly, "All done." Tara looks around Bachman's back and asks, "Where is she?" Bachman's head whips around and he asks, "Where's who?" Gemma whips out a wad of cash -- $1600 -- and Tig says nervously, "Take the rest in goods. Anything." Bachman takes the statue of the praying hands -- the one Tara used to brain Amelia and start this whole chain of events -- and silently stalks out. Everyone left in the room looks like they're all counting to ten before making the excuse that will allow them to leave the room and change their drawers.
And I must say: Stephen King, all from The Stand is forgiven! Perhaps the key to his small-screen success in this episode is to act like a character in one of his short stories. Not the protagonist -- the other guy, the one who's an acolyte of Pan or an evil milkman serial killer or whatever. Anyway, I loved Bachman, and I loved that we really have no idea how the cleaner worked.
Back at the SAMCRO clubhouse, Jax and Opie are sitting down for a drink, and Opie apologizes to him. Hey, Jax is not the one at whose feet you should be groveling -- try his stepdad, who just gave up a boatload of money because of your fool actions. Jax sighs, "It was a stupid idea. We shouldn't have put you through it. We'll find the money." The Caracara girls come in -- I hardly recognized them, what with them being clothed and everything -- and Opie invites them to grab a drink. Jax sighs, "You would kill to get your old lady out of her day job. All I want is for mine to go back to hers." He's not happy about Tara taking a leave. Opie says, "Maybe it's the best thing, all the shit she's been through." Jax is not so sure about this. He says, "I'm struggling with it. My old man's manuscript, he says there are only two ways an old lady makes it. Either you tell them everything or you tell them nothing. Everything else, shit falls apart." Opie broods on this. He didn't tell Donna anything, and he's still not sure if he'll tell Lyla anything.