Back at Vivica's, both Miles and Filthy Phil are sitting on Vivica's porch, silently drinking lemonade, when the rest of SAMCRO rolls up. Luther and Vandross come charging down the stairs while a third young man cocks a rifle, but Tig protests they're only there to talk. "It's okay, boys," Vivica says. Jax nods and says, "I appreciate you taking care of my crew." "They looked a little thirsty. And I don't like white boys spying on me," Vivica says. Jax tosses Vivica a wad of cash and says, "We tracked down the crew that jacked our guns. They said they sold them to you." Vivica tosses back the money and shouts, "I don't have your goddamn guns!" "Maybe your boys know somethin' about it," drawls Opie. Jax asks brightly, "How about it, boys? You taking on a bit of side business Mama don't know about?" Luther and Vandross exchange looks. This is not lost on Vivica, who rises and slaps them both upside the head, snarling, "You idiots!" The third son aims his rifle at Jax, and as the SAMCRO boys all dive for the dahlias, a fourth son of Vivica's comes out of the bungalow, semiautomatic blazing, shouting, "Mama!" Filthy Phil grabs the gunman, Vivica grabs the gun, then she turns a Wrath of Mom stare on her boys and orders them to knock it off. We cut to Opie and Tig picking themselves up out of a bed of lillies. Tig looks as if he's unsure as to whether he should put on clean shorts or propose marriage to Vivica on the spot.