Jax puts on his big-boy pants and says menacingly, "If for some reason they do flow your way, we need to know." Vivica waves a trowel at him, gives him another Bitch, please look and says, "The only thing you need to know is that my soil is in desperate need of some aeration." Cut to Luther and Vandross sizing up Tig, perhaps wondering if beneath that hairy leather exterior lurks someone who's good with a tiller. Jax and crew turn to go, and Happy points out that making Vivica unhappy would have repercussions for everyone in the neighborhood, his aunt and mother included. Just as everyone finishes filing out, a car rounds the corner and Kozik pegs it as the boys who ripped them off. Jax shouts to Miles and Filthy Phil to stay behind in case the truck shows up. Everyone else is off to the races. Vivica rises to see which of the neighborhood kids she doesn't know are responsible for this.
We have a sequence with much loud music and many shots of motorcycles going through alleys and suchlike as they pursue the car. At one point, the cops get involved, on account of the speeding car, and Jax swears, because "if the cops get involved, these shitheads will lead them right back to Happy's aunt's house." Kozik steps up: He peels off his cut and pulls his hood over his face. The car's been pulled over by the police, and Kozik drives by and shoots at the cops, thereby drawing their attention off the traffic violation and on to the felony firearms charge. The kids in the car are all, "Phew!" until a crew of angry, hairy bikers pulls up. Tig thrusts a pistol through the passenger side window and Jax leans into the driver's side. "License and registration, please," he says drily.
Back at the reservation, Charlie is not too pleased that the Russian's already dead. Clay shrugs, "Not sure what happened. He came to a little bit, gasped, and went out." "Ayup, it was quick," Bobby Elvis avers. Charlie says, "Family's going to be disappointed. He should have suffered at least another two days." Hands up, everyone who thinks that Charlie knows exactly what happened. Clay makes metaphorical allusions to the Wahewa with "Maybe the ants were a little hungrier than you thought." Charlie calls him out: "Yeah. Like all of us." Clay takes off his glasses so he'll seem extra-sincere, then says, "Look, Charlie, I don't know what you heard or what you think you might know, but we got the same deal going with the cartel as we did with the Russians. We're not making a dime more off your ammo. You got my word." Cut to Bobby Elvis realizing that he was played as shamelessly as Clay's playing Charlie. (For the record, Charlie agrees to continue making ammo under the same terms.)