Back in Charming, Chucky is delivering complimentary brownies to someone who looks like Divine without her makeup on. It's Councilman Allen, cross pin prominently displayed, and he soon accepts the gift. Chucky leaves the office and gives Tig -- who is waiting outside in a van -- a thumbs up.

Back at the meetup, everyone rolls into the barn to talk business. Both Gaalan and Jax look surprisingly healthy for men who were pummeling each other bloody one scene back. Luis waves around a giant wad of cash in the exchange-of-money portion of events, and Romeo spells out new business terms. Everyone's cool with it. Gaalan asks of Romeo, "Don't you want to check your hardware first?" Romeo doesn't feel as if he needs to, but Gaalan insists. There's a BFG set up inside the barn, and Gaalan then uses it to blow the beejesus out of several of Sons' bikes. While Chibs is going ape, Jax just watches Romeo, who is watching Gaalan and looking disapproving as only Danny Trejo can. After Gaalan stops shooting, Jax shrugs, "Well, now you know what they can do. Way to close the deal, brother." He saunters out of the barn, stopping only to call over his shoulder, "We'll send you a bill for the bikes." And that is how you refute the charges that you're a hothead. Let the other guy prove he is instead, then giggle at him.

Next up: a visit to the good councilman, who is unconscious from the roofie'd brownies. Tig is leaning against the man all casual-like, and he tells Chucky, Jax, Chibs, Juice and Happy, "I think he even licked the box." The councilman is expected to be out for four hours. Bobby Elvis asks quickly, "Are you sure we want to do this? It's a risky bet on a horse we hate," and while I am unclear on what "this" is, if prior seasons of Sons of Anarchy have taught us anything, it's that Jax excels at crafting and carrying out long-term plays. Jax says as much: "Come on, man. This is for the long game, brother. First bite of the apple's got to be tasty." Bobby chuckles and says, "I hope you're right." And now, it's the SAMCRO equivalent of clobberin' time.