Back at the hospital, Jax is nosing around the front desk looking for Tara, and is surprised to find that she's off rotation for the indefinite future. Murray comes out and she has a brief chat with Jax about Tara's career prospects: "Tara asked for a leave of absence. I think it's a mistake. She needs her work. We both know she belongs here." Jax is impressed by this, not only because Margaret's managed to articulate what he can't, but because she's also doing so with huge bruises on her face from the beatdown Tara gave her a few days ago. (Note been: Jax has just figured out who gave Murray the bruises.) I may be going out on a limb here, but it seems that one thing Jax has always admired in other people is their ability to separate emotional reactions and strategic thinking -- possibly because he doesn't have that aptitude, and it's becoming apparent Tara's grasp on that skill is shaky -- and to see it in Tara's boss is reassuring to him. Anyway, Jax and Murray are in agreement: Tara needs to be back at work.

He strolls back to the hospital corridor and tells Clay that his old lady's no use. Clay drawls, "We got it covered." Cue Chuckie the Masturbating Accountant bursting through the doors of the hospital, clad only in a hospital gown, screaming, "They cut off my fingers! Oh my God, they cut off my fingers! They took my thumbs, Charlie!" HAAAAAAAA. The SAMCRO boys are amused too, and as the guards follow the screaming patient down the hall, Clay purrs, "I love Chuckie."

And now, a sight to terrify anyone who's not expecting it: a clutch of burly, leather-clad bikers bursting into a hospital room. Chibs and Opie pin the spray-and-pray dude down by the shoulders, and when he spits in reply to Clay's first question, Clay grabs him by the testicles and squeezes. That's not going to help his recovery. The boys soon determine it's not a Mayan hit -- not overtly, anyway -- but Jax has a hunch and peels open the guy's lip to see a "312" tat. Opie translates: "CL -- Calaveras, Lodi. It's a [motorcycle club for riders of definite Latino origin]." After the guys are outside, Bobby Elvis reminds them all that Calaveras is a Mayan puppet club, and asks, "What the hell are they doing proxying a retaliation?" This stumps the SAMCRO brain trust. Jax finally gets it: "Holy shit. What if the attack was an initiation?" Clay looks appalled as he realizes, "It's a goddamned patchover? Mayans are moving into Lodi."