Nero asks what happened and Gemma shamefacedly says that while she was in the bathroom doing what my toddler daughter calls, "a tinkle-tinkle-tinkle," Joel McHale stole her wallet and her SUV. (I must say that Joel McHale has invented the sweetest scam in history: Not only do you get acquainted with people on an accelerated timetable, you also get in a nap, cash prizes and a car!) Anyway, Gemma has to admit she does not remember Joel McHale's name, quite possibly because her busy few years have left an enormous backlog of E! channels on the TiVo, and Jax shakes his head and asks disgustedly, "Jesus Christ, who are you?" Gemma has no good answer for him.
Gemma whirls away to go compose herself and Jax goes to apologize to Nero for getting sucked into Gemma's drama: "She's a goddamned train wreck." Nero reminds Jax that "she's still your mother. Respect that, ese. She's caught between a husband she hates and a kid she thinks hates her. Women like your mom, Jax -- they don't do too well without a family." And THIS is why Gemma needs a posse of girlfriends and a hobby.
Anyway, because this is Nero's moment to shine, his network of associates have managed to find the chop shop where Gemma's Escalade was taken. And, o fortunate contrivance, Joel McHale is still there! I hope he and Jax have to grapple with one another while shirtless. Oh please, oh please, oh please...
Tara's in Jax's office, looking over old photos of SAMCRO -- so old, in fact, that Otto is still binocular and walking amongst the club -- when Clay comes in. He mumbles an apology, then tries to break through Tara's silent treatment with, "We're going to have to say something to one another sooner or later." "No, we're not," Tara corrects him. Clay continues, "Jax should have killed me. You and I both know I'm living on borrowed time." Tara asks, "Now I'm supposed to feel sorry for you?" Outside the office, Juice skids up short and begins unabashedly eavesdropping. Clay replies, "No, you're supposed to hate me. Like you do." Tara gives him a Gemma-esque look of bored disdain. (Side note: Maggie Siff has done a wonderful job of mirroring Katey Sagal's body language and expressions as she depicts the gradually coarsening Tara.) Tara shrugs, "You're not on borrowed time. To me, you're already dead. Stay away." She stalks out, gives Juice a The hell? look and keeps going.