Anyway, everyone involved in the Operation: Get Jimmy O caper is loaded into the same van. How awkward for Jax. It gets even more so when the ATF agents decide to line up everyone who is not Jax on one side of the van and let the prince-turned-rat sit alone on the other.

Cut to a big yellow school bus chugging down the highway. Piney's at the wheel. Opie, Chibs and Kozik are sitting in separate seats. Hilariously, Chibs appears to be sucking on a Jameson Irish Whiskey juice box.

We cut to Unser taking off his badge and his official weapon and leaving them on the desk. He really, really looks to be in a lot of discomfort. Which is why it's worrisome that he pulls out a black pistol from his desk drawer, then walks out of the office that's all packed up.

The two prospects are following behind the ATF van containing the SAMCRO boys. We then see Unser following behind two ATF sedans -- Stahl's also contains Jimmy O -- and he flashes his lights to pull the sedans over. Stahl snarks at Unser, and he's appropriately aw-shucksy when he tells her he wanted to keep a bit of info off the police band: "I got an anonymous tip, probably bullshit, but they said four or five of Jimmy's guys are going to be waiting for you up at the Newton turnout. I can call the San Joaquin sheriffs and have them check it out --"

"Sheriffs are idiots. You guys check it out," Stahl orders, and the second sedan drives off, leaving her and Jimmy O alone with Unser. The minute the other law enforcement vehicle's gone, Unser's pulling out a joint and smoking it. Stahl is all, "Really?" and Unser grunts, "I'm stage three cancer, sweetheart. I ain't got that many perks left." He offers her a puff and Stahl declines. "You should really have some," Unser says as the schoolbus pulls up, and pulls a gun on her.

We see that the bus belongs to the Indian reservation -- thereby explaining that earlier bit of exposition -- and as Opie climbs off the bus and looms over Stahl, she says, "You've got to be shitting me! What the hell is going on here?" Opie doesn't answer, but merely walks her over to her car, a gun at her head. He takes off her sunglasses.

Meanwhile, Chibs has walked over, pulled Jimmy O out of the back of the car, and backed him against the bus. The two men give each other a long look: Chibs is breathing heavily, as if trying to realize that this moment is real and not the revenge fantasy he's carried for God knows how many years, while Jimmy seems to have an "Eh, you reap what you sow" resignation.