Back at the hospital, Unser approaches Roosevelt in the waiting room. We learn that Rita's got some of the skin from her attackers under her fingernails, and that Roosevelt's on mandatory leave for ten days. Unser asks, "Anything I can do? I'm here -- sounding board, whatever." Roosevelt is convinced that this is the East Dub crew hitting him in retaliation for the scene in the police office last week. Unser's not too sure: "They answer to Damon Pope. Doubt he'd sign off on hitting a sheriff." But he does agree with Roosevelt that the attack's tied to SAMCRO. The conversation's interrupted by a grim-faced doctor...

And the next scene is Roosevelt silently approaching Rita as a nurse takes off her pulse monitor. The nurse says, "I'm very sorry," then leaves Roosevelt to stand at the foot of his dead wife's bed alone.

In another part of the hospital, we find out that Clay is the picture of health. OF COURSE. He doesn't need the oxygen any more -- but that's not stopping him from using it as a prop to convince poor dumb Juicy that he's still an enfeebled old man. As the two are walking down the hall, Clay catches sight of Unser getting coffee at a hospital vending machine and tells Juice, "I'll meet you at the van." Like the well-trained puppy he is, Juice goes where he's told, and the old men sit down for a confab. Unser informs Clay that Rita's dead (Clay: "Jesus Christ.") and Clay is all, "MY HOW AWFUL IT IS THAT THE EAST DUB CREW WROUGHT SUCH TERRIBLE VENGEANCE UPON AN INNOCENT WOMAN." Unser deadpans, "They'd be the obvious suspect." "And Pope runs them," Clay says, and the only reason he doesn't twirl his mustache is because his prop oxygen cannula is in the way.

"That's what don't make sense to me," Unser says thoughtfully. "Everybody knows that Pope is tied to the streets, but nobody can touch him because he's too smart. Attacking a cop's wife? That ain't smart." Clay leans back and asks, "You got another theory?" Unser does: "It feels local to me, you know. Like someone in Charming maybe working out a personal beef. Somebody stirring the pot, getting folks all scared." Then Unser looks at Clay directly and delivers the stinger: "Trying to tear shit up from the inside." Clay asks Unser if he's got any proof. Not yet, says the man who has just had his worst suspicions confirmed. Unser sounds almost satisfied as he adds that Rita clawed at one of the guys and the skin sample's already on its way to the lab. The two men sit there for a moment, neither saying anything, and I am reminded of one of my favorite lines from The Lion in Winter: "I know. You know I know. I know you know I know." Both Unser and Clay know that the other knows. (And oh my gosh, do I love how Unser just put Clay's crap in the street without saying anything directly.)