Gemma has decamped to Nero's place and she climbs him like a tree.
Tara is on her knees by her bed, praying. Well, it beats her other coping strategies, like waking up her baby.
Toric is sitting on the floor of his hotel room, reading Antonin Artaud's Watchfiends and Rack Screams which has been described as "a torrent of speech from the other side of sanity and the occult." Worth noting: the giant satchel of prescription medication he has on the valet, and all his firearms lovingly lay out on the bed. Three guesses as to whether this retirement was early and/or forced, and the first two don't count.
Jax peels off by himself, then meets up with Tig outside Wendy's apartment. Tig does not look as if he really wants to be there. Jax asks, "Jax, why are you doing this?" "Keeping life beautiful," Jax says.
He goes up to Wendy's apartment and says, "Look. I'm sorry. Everything you said has been ringing in my head. Can we talk? Please?" Once Wendy lets him in and mentions that her partner's in San Francisco (pro tip, writers: We don't call it Frisco), Jax brutally assaults Wendy, slams her against a wall and holds her by the throat as he growls, "Tomorrow, I call the rehab you work at. I tell them that you showed up at my kid's daycare, out of your mind, babbling about him being kidnapped by the IRA. That you were held hostage. And I tell them that you were high as shit and I'm afraid you're a danger to my child. Then I demand a drug test." Wendy sees that Jax has a needle in his hand, and she realizes what he's about to do. She begs, right up until Jax stabs her with the needle, then slides down the wall, sobbing as she nods out. Jax adds, perhaps unnecessarily, "You don't ever threaten my family again."
And off he goes, having ruined another life. Because that's what men do, if Jax's scribblings from the morning are any indication.
Lisa Schmeiser is now trying to imagine an episode in which both Boyd Crowder and Venus Van Damme can appear. Send your best plot bunnies to her via Twitter.