We see Tara waiting at the bottom of a hill, and when the bikes come down, she looks a little anxious. As well she should: the van stops and we find out that her job in all this is to drive Jimmy O away in the trunk of her car. I suppose the whole "Do no harm" thing is not even a factor outside the O.R. anymore. Jax is nervous as all get out about her doing this, which is sort of sweet, in a "Sorry I made you an accessory" sort of way.

Meanwhile, guess who's just discovered that they're holding a lot of fake currency? Oh, some goons are in serious trouble now!

SAMCRO has been waiting for Victor to pick up on this, so they take off once they spot the SUVs ripping down the road. There's a rolling gun battle in which nobody's hit, and then everyone's going hellbent for leather right through the ATF roadblock. Correction: the bikes go through the roadblock, while the van and the SUVs stay behind. The Russians turn around and peel off, and Stahl clomps over to the van. She orders an APB on the Russians so she can recover the $250,000 in taxpayer monies -- and for that I, an American taxpayer, thank you -- then peers inside the van, fully expecting to see Jimmy O and getting a big backseat full of nothing instead.

Cut to Jax waiting by the side of the road somewhere else and smoking a cigarette. Stahl comes over and demands to know where Jimmy is. Jax shrugs, "He's warm and cozy ... I'm just keeping us both honest: you get Jimmy and my sworn statement when my club gets free of hard time." Stahl whips out a blue folder; it's her recommendation that the weapons charges be reduced from 15 years to three years with parole in half that time. All it needs is her signature -- which she'll plant on the paper once she gets Jax's signature on his statement about the gunrunning operation. Jax asks, "If I sign this, what's to stop you from getting the IRA and letting us rot in prison for 15 years?" Stahl laughs and replies, "What's to stop you from delivering this to your lawyer and killing Jimmy? It's your turn for a show of good faith." Jax sighs and signs the statement. He glares at her and says, "I'm officially a rat. Your turn." Stahl declines to sign. She says, "Where's Jimmy?" Jax pleads, "Don't do this," and Stahl lies that once she sees that Jimmy's alive, she'll sign the deal. "There is no play here," she concludes, and she does not choke on that whopper of a lie thanks to the narrative powers of suspension of disbelief. Jax spits out, "Follow me," and off they go.