Tara's at the self-storage place, ostensibly to drop off the high chair. But she's also packing away the copies she made too, clever girl.
Clay and Bobby Elvis pull up, a little tired after a long day of watching Russians get eaten by ants, and Gemma descends like a whirlwind, pulling Clay away and demanding to know if the boys are going to be running cocaine for the Mexicans. Clay asks, "Who told you that?" "Not you!" snaps Gemma. Clay catches sight of a belligerent Piney hanging out on a picnic bench and realizes what happened; he tells Gemma, "You didn't need to know." Gemma begins to say, "Drugs or not, we do --" and Clay pins her down against the railing, not gently, and has a hand on her throat. "You don't tell me what we do," he snarls at her. The whole incident is not lost on Piney -- who really doesn't seem sorry about anything that's happened -- or Bobby Elvis. At least the latter man has the decency to ask if everything's okay. Clay won't look at him as he stomps toward church: "Yeah. Let's just get this done."
Everyone else rolls in from Bakersfield. Opie grabs Jax for a second and asks, "You really think we can handle the drug end of this?" Jax says, "I know we can." Opie says, "Gettin' as cocky as Clay too -- which is not a bad thing. You came out harder, looking like a guy who can lead a club. That bullshit today, you handled it better." Jax thanks him for the compliment. Opie says, "You got my vote, and Miles'. And when we're done with the cartel and Clay is gone, it's you and me sitting at the head of that table, getting this back to the way it should be. You good with that?" Jax hesitates for only a moment before nodding.
It's time for the vote. Clay votes in favor. So does Tig. Chibs says, "I don't trust them. No." Opie says yea, as does Miles. Piney dourly votes nay. Juice -- still in desperate need of an enema, or perhaps regretting his decision to stay up watching The Human Stain -- votes nay. Bobby Elvis says no. Happy says, "I'm sorry. I'm a no." Kozik says, "Backin' my prez and VP. Yea." Jax is surprised by that, and says yes. Everyone pushes back from the table, silent and unhappy. Piney's still sitting at the table, and Clay rises to close the door to church. Then he tells Piney, "You ever try to end-run me through my old lady again, I'll slit your throat." Then he walks out. Piney watches him go, eyes wide with fury -- at the present, at the past, at his brothers. And I begin to wonder if Piney may be planning his own death; it's only a question of what he's hoping to do to Clay or the club on his way out.