Back at the sheriff's office, a handcuffed Juice is learning to his horror that Potter et al have been on the RICO operation for nearly two years: "It started with the Russians and it's ending with the Sons of Anarchy. We're turning Otto Delaney." Cut to Juice looking as if someone's just told him Santa Claus isn't real. (Who knows? That may be next week's big revelation for the poor kid.) Potter gleefully expounds, "He'll give us past criminal activities. That, coupled with the MC's ongoing relationship with the cartel, will give us our historical pattern of organized crime." Juice stares up at Potter, wondering when exactly he wandered into The Sopranos and became Adriana La Cerva. Potter lays it out: "I want the Real IRA. I can collect you and the Mexicans without issue, but the clandestine Irish, even with the help of Scotland Yard and Interpol, will be impossible to hurt at home. They will slither back into their secret snakeholes, and the source of all my woes will still be at large." Juice listens to this, and then points out that there are no snakes in Ireland, ergo the Real IRA has no place to slither into. Kidding! He stonewalls, because that is apparently a skill that everyone in SAMCRO has. Potter calls bullshit on Juice's professed ignorance and tells him he'll find out when and where the cartel and the Irish Kings will be meeting. If he does, perhaps Potter will "extract the Sons from the RICO equation." Juice asks skeptically, "You're going to just let us walk?" Potter sits down next to him and very carefully says, "No. But I won't use federal law to shut down your entire organization ... some members of SAMCRO will have to pay for their involvement, but the Sons of Anarchy motorcycle club will survive. Hmmm. Maybe saving the reaper will be just the karmic balm your psychic neck wound needs?" Juice mulls it over.