Jax protests that "I'm not just going to kill one of my guys," and Pope says amiably, "Yes, you are. Before the next guard shift. It's the cost of doing battle." Jax says, "I'm not going to war." Pope disabuses him of that idea with, "You're already in it, son." After he leaves, the commander comes in and Jax sneers, "I didn't know your office was for rent." The commander just ignores this and says, "The thing you're handling has got to go down in solitary. Don't want riots in my yard. The shift sergeant can walk you through the process." It's charming how "choose someone to get murdered, then do it" has been drained of all blood and turned into an action item on Jax's to-do list.
We zip to the daycare center in the hospital, and Gemma's come by to see Abel and Thomas. Abel yawns, "Hello, Grandma," which more or less confirms my theory that Jax and Tara have lucked into parenting a toddler narcoleptic. Alas, Tara did not put Gemma on the pickup list, nor did Tara even tell her there was a pickup list or bother to drop off the forms Gemma needs to fill out in order to be on the pickup list. You can imagine how well Gemma takes this.
Why imagine? This episode is going to show us. Tara's in the middle of informing two nervous new parents of how the surgical team is going to fix their infant's underdeveloped abdominal wall when Gemma begins rapping on the window of her office. It is a mystery to me why the hospital security doesn't have a poster of Gemma emblazoned with the legend "DEPLOY TASER ON SIGHT." Margaret should get on making that happen, right after she gets over Tara giving her the strong arm and saying, "I'm sorry, I got it."
Tara grabs Gemma by the arm, hauls her down the hall, and politely inquires as to what the hell Gemma thinks she's doing. Gemma waves around the form and says, "I'm not on the list." Tara facepalms, muttering, "Jesus Christ," then rallies back to form and sounds like a real professional when she says, "Yes, the hospital requires consent upon visitation." Gemma says, "I'm not a visitor! I'm their goddamn grandmother!" "And I'm their mother! You will not bully me into changing how I raise my children," Tara says. Gemma protests that she's not bullying, and trots out the old canard about childcare providers being mere strangers and not, say, the loving professionals whom many children come to regard as family. She's only trying to help, you see. Tara says she doesn't need Gemma's help, then gives her a contemptuous once-over. "Wrap a scarf around that shit. What are you, fifteen?" she says, not bothering to add, "And this is why I will keep my kids in daycare until they're in college before I let you take care of them."