Cut to Nate sitting on a downed tree next to a small pond. He tucks the barrel of the rifle under his chin, weeping, then pushes it away.

Back at Teller Morrow, Lyla is picking up the Caddy from Piney so she can collect her and Opie's brood of children. Opie waylays her and awkwardly asks for the favor: Would Lyla round up some of her pals and provide the entertainment at a private party? He does have the brains to phrase it as a $5000 opportunity, thank goodness. Lyla's all over it and makes the pitch for her awesome old ladyness by offering to donate her $5000 fee to the club for the Project Fetch Abel fund. Opie is not thrilled, but Lyla sells it, "I know you hate it, but I've got maybe another year or two in this niche. I need to cash in while I still look like everyone's kid sister. You gotta let it go." Opie ... is not so much about the letting anything go. He feels guilty about what his involvement in the club is doing to the second lady in his life, but can only blurt out, "I just don't want you to be sad." Lyla assures him that nothing makes her happier than nuzzling his big, grizzly beard, but Opie's not quite sold. She kisses him goodbye and the club begins its catcalling. Opie heads back to his bike and then we get the comedy exchange of the episode:

JAX: [asking about Opie and Lyla] Looks like you guys are working things out, huh?
OPIE: I can never tell. Every time I try to talk to her, we end up naked.
BOBBY ELVIS: Just marry her. That'll stop it.

And now, a brief detour into Bad Idea Theatre. Tara heads down to the basement alone to check on Amelia. She's going to have to clean out the facial wound Gemma gave Amelia, and Amelia cannily uses the time to claim she can't feel her fingers and has no circulation. Tara says, "I'll cut one hand free, let the blood flow back in. Don't do anything stupid." Oh, Tara, you need to take your own advice. Did you not notice how Amelia reacted to Gemma's torture threats last time? This is a woman who's plenty bellicose.

Anyway, Tara cuts a hand free, and sure enough, Amelia furtively lifts her eyeshade, notices a canister of oxygen nearby, then uses it to render Tara unconscious. Not that anyone ever deserves a blow to the head, but you have to admit: Tara did not exactly do everything in her power to prevent it. Amelia then wheels herself over to the table where the boycotter is.