Gemma and Tara meet up outside the prison. Gemma's hopped to on Tara's phone call and has gone through LuAnn's items in storage -- I swear, this club must have rented out an entire block at their local self-storage facility with all the dead people's belongings they apparently cling to -- and she hands over a magnificently ugly rosary. (Would now be a bad time to say how much I miss my childhood glow-in-the-dark rosary? I used to be convinced that if I was ever threatened by the minions of Satan who surely lived under the bed, all I'd have to do was wield my awesome glowing green beads and they'd recoil in holy terror.) Tara thanks Gemma and Gemma points out that the prison guards aren't going to let him have the rosary. As she holds the giant, pointy-stabby end of the cross, Tara blithely says she knows, but it's obvious she's not thinking like a deranged widower biker with a chip on his shoulder. Gemma also notices the doctor's coat and badge, which gives her just enough information to be dangerous later when she decides she's done dancing to Jax's tune. I, for one, think it will be glorious when from Hell's heart, Gemma strikes at Tara: The Worst. But for now, relations between Tara and Gemma are still on the chilly side of cordial.
Clay's set up a meeting with Romeo and Luis to let them know he's on to the RICO case and he's figured out the exact particulars of the Season Four denouement, including the CIA involvement. "What Federal agency could be that devious and that manipulative?" Clay asks. "Education!" Luis shoots back. I kid. BUT OH HOW I WISH IT HAD BEEN SO. Clay then outlines Jax's current scheme: "I think Jax is pushing to kill the RICO case. Which means I go away, the guns go away, and you go away. He's getting to Delaney, the guy who gave 'em history." Romeo and Luis assess this and ask Clay what he wants: "I want protection. When the MC gets out of the picture, you're going to need me. I've got the Gaalan connection. Him and me will put together a crew, we'll keep the guns flowing your way. Then all you'll need is a mule for your cocaine." Romeo says the MC stays in the picture, on account of their fine work, but Luis cuts in, "But you're right -- if push comes to shove, we'd need you more than Jax." Romeo shrugs, "Out with the new, in with the old. Jax goes away, you get the MC back, everything stays in place." Clay's not having it: "I ain't gonna make that deal." "Sure you are," Romeo says cheerily. He walks off and Luis says, "We'll be in touch." Well, there goes Clay's bid to make a big, showy retirement from the club, then take out his erstwhile "brothers." The cartel has spoken.