Having neatly recapped the machinations of season four in under two minutes, Jax drops to his bunk, exhausted. It's decision fatigue, Jax. I am honestly surprised he's not contriving a way to get thrown into solitary for a month or two just to get a little me-time in, maybe not have to wrangle his mom, his wife, his sulky BFF, the collection of men-children that comprise SAMCRO, Galen and the rest of the Real IRA, Romeo and Luis, and various and sundry law enforcement types. ANYWAY. The point is, Opie now knows everything.
Jax concludes, "I had to make a choice, brother: kill Clay or save the club." Opie unhesitatingly replies, "You made the wrong choice." Spoken like a man whose entire family has been destroyed by the club.
Back at the hospital, Tara's rolling Thomas back down to the daycare when she runs across Margaret. There's a contrived reason for the two of them to interact (Tara needs Margaret to sign paperwork so she can do pro bono work in the local prison system) and then Margaret awkwardly asks Tara if she indeed married her big felonious biker baby daddy. Margaret does not congratulate Tara; this does not pass unnoticed. But Margaret does Tara a solid by warning her that Gemma's outside the daycare waiting to see the kids. She asks if Tara would like Margaret to run interference, what with it firmly falling within her purview as hospital administrator, but Tara gives her a not-quite-to-the-eyes smile and says she's on this, as it's a family thing. I do believe we've just witnessed Tara rejecting her surrogate mother, hospital edition, and declaring her allegiance to SAMCRO in a way Margaret will clearly understand.
As Tara wheels Thomas by the daycare entrance, Gemma tries to put her on the defensive with an accusing, "You're late." Tara doesn't take the bait. She sits down, crams a bottle back in Thomas's mouth, then says, "Wendy paid me a visit today." Gemma plays innocent with, "What'd that bitch want?" Tara sighs, then says, "I love you, Gemma." She rolls her eyes skyward as though praying for patience -- or for comprehension of her own stupid heart -- and affirms, "I really do. You and me, we've been down a long road. And I know you love Jax and the boys, and they adore you --" Gemma attempts to regain control of the conversation: "Where is this sad song going?" Tara ignores that and keeps going, "You're pissed off, afraid I'm trying to push you out. That's why you're twisting up Wendy, trying to use her to hurt me. Oh, save the bullshit indignation. She copped to it." Gemma, apparently oblivious to the ground shifting beneath her feet, says patronizingly, "I forgot, you're the smart one. My pretty little Frankenstein." Here is the point I admit I debated for a full five minutes: Is Gemma referring to Tara as her own private Frankenstein's monster, and she biffed the reference because she's perhaps not a woman of letters? Or is Gemma accusing Tara of being similar to the Dr. Frankenstein in her ability to create monsters through her intellectual hubris? I mean, the literary slam seems a tad subtle for a woman who likes to whack women in the face with skateboards, but I wouldn't want to sell Gemma short.