Gemma has made it home, showered, and is now puttering around her house, picking up a wine glass off the dining room table, walking into the kitchen past the erect form of Carla -- wait, what? Yes. Carla is still and silent as the grave, just watching, and Gemma's reaction when she turns around and finally sees Carla at the table -- "OH! Oh, sh -- shit!" -- is, all things considered, quite restrained. Also, that she's still standing after that fright is a testament to what a great job the surgeons did on her heart back in the day. Carla trains a gun on Gemma and orders her to the bedroom. She also calls Nero and asks him to swing by. (And on a totally superficial note: When Gemma's barefaced with her hair down and wet? She looks really good. I've said it before and I will say it again: Girlfriend needs a makeunder.)
While all that is going on, SAMCRO's in church and Jax is giving a rundown of his morning meeting with Pope. He and Bobby are selling the Pope deal hard, but Clay's running it down: "They're giving you easy money, too good to pass up, but before you know it, you're in shackles calling them, 'Massa.'" Oooh, nice callback to SAMCRO's racist roots. Jax says pointedly, "My club is never gonna be anyone's boy." And ooh, nice callback to the Real IRA. He calls a vote. It's a narrow one: the nomads, Juice and Clay vote against, but all the other regulars vote for it. (Tig and Chibs are obviously reluctant, but they appear to be backing Jax rather than the deal.) As one of the nomads heads out, we see that he's got a huge gouge on his neck. We'll see you as corpse-of-the-week next week, no doubt!
After the meeting ends, Bobby notes to Jax that the vote was uncomfortably close, but does not add, "What the hell, Juice?" Maybe he's going to outsource that query to Chibs.
And now, we see that Tara's volunteering at the prison clinic, because apparently nobody in the California penal system thinks it's a good idea to vet any volunteers and see who their known associates are. Also, so long as we're suspending disbelief, Tara's managed to scrub the patina of Old Lady off her face and hair and looks like an actual reputable professional. Will it surprise anyone to know she's making an appointment for Otto to have a checkup?