A truck then breaks through the gate and continues to spray fire indiscriminately. The prospects, surprisingly, keep their head and chase after it, firing away. Anyway, the truck tosses out a duffel bag on purpose and one of its passengers accidentally, and then zooms off. Chuckie comes out -- he had been using the lid of a stockpot as a sort of shield -- and everyone sort of takes five to gather their thoughts and figure out what the hell comes next. Clay shows that he's still in charge, tell people to take the Lobo Sonora soldier out to "the rez" and to call the gun warehouse and put them on high alert. Tig says he'll handle reaching out to Alvarez. Then Chuckie exclaims, "Oh, man!" He's hunched over the duffel bag, looking inside. He shouts, "Clay! This is bad! Like, bad bad!" Everyone comes over to see what Chuckie's looking at. Answer: Four severed heads in a duffel bag, one of which belongs to Armando.

Clay assigns Happy the task of finding out what the Lobo Sonora soldier knew ("Bueno!" says Happy. Clay has just made his day), and Hap, Chibs and the shell-shocked Juice all head into the black van and ride off. Piney calls to Clay: "That bag of heads is your get-out-of-drugs-free card... you tell the cartel we didn't sign up for this blood feud and you want out." Clay asks incredulously, "You're saying I should bail out of this shit?" Piney says, "That's exactly what you're going to do, and you're going to do it today, 'cause your time is up. If we're still in the drug business tomorrow, I'm delivering those letters to the club." Piney lumbers off. Clay looks over to the office, where Gemma comes on out. She's looking remarkably unrattled for someone who was privy to a whole lot of automatic weapons fire a few minutes ago.

Jax comes over with some news: While the gun warehouse is currently quite safe, the Mayans' tortilla truck was jacked. (Hint: it was not filled with tortillas.) Three of Alvarez's guys are MIA. I don't want to tell outlaws how to do their business, but have they thought to check the duffel bag to see if Alvarez can help ID any of the other heads? Tig points out that the cartel is "military sharp." Clay asks Jax how morale is in Tucson. Answer: SAMTAZ is not terribly surprised at this outcome. Just then, the police come rolling up. Clay shows that he's finally caught up with the YouTube of 2007 and grumbles, "Great. Chocolate rain."