Following his last ever lawn-mowing, Sergeant Jerkstore is enjoying a beer in his kitchen when Chibs comes in and says coldly, "Hey, shitbag." (Do I need to mention that he's armed? He's armed. Also, his hoodie is up which, combined with his Louise Brooks Bob, is making him look disturbingly like the Morton's Salt Girl.) The sergeant goes for whatever firearm he's got stashed in his drawer, but a well-aimed bullet deters him. Then Jax rolls up and asks, "Remember me? I keep my promises." Just then, Mrs. Jerkstore comes out in her bathroom, brandishing a shotgun and telling Jax, Chibs, Tig and Bobby to leave. Guess she called in sick. This is a hell of a way to come out of the Nyquil coma. Anyway, her initial shotgun blast startles the boys, and Sergeant Jerkstore exercises the little-used "In the event of a home invasion, 'for better or for worse' totally does not apply" clause in the marital vows and breaks for the back yard. Bobby and Tig proceed to disarm the missus -- she gets in a good swipe at Tig, which gives him scratches that match the ones Rita left on whichever worthless nomad whose name I refuse to remember -- while Jax and Chibs pull Sergeant Jerkstore off the back fence. And honestly, this was about the time I expected to hear sirens, because we've had multiple gunshots ringing out and surely some neighbor's called 911?

Evidently the Jerkstores lived in a neighborhood devoid of any stay-at-home parents, the underemployed or retired, as nobody's called. This allows the horror show to proceed unimpeded. The Jerkstores are bound and their mouths covered in duct tape. Mr. Jerkstore's on his knees, execution-style. Mrs. Jerkstore's on a chair. Bobby jerks his chin at her and says, "This one's a problem." Tig shrugs, "No, she's not," then puts a bullet through her head. Which... whoa. I suppose Tig's done with accidentally killing people's wives now. Both Chibs and Bobby are disgusted by it, but Jax seems to be suppressing a grin as he says, "She's collateral damage for Ope's murder." Bobby points to the Widower Jerkstore and says, "What about him?" Jax says, "Find a pipe." Oh, shit just got literary.

Meanwhile, it's a busy day for Jax's missus. She's meeting with Otto, who is d-o-n-e with club life. So done. So very done, in fact, that he doesn't bother to show the MC president's old lady any of the respect due to her office and cordially invites her to blow him. Fighting back tears, Tara's all, "I won't do that." Then Otto won't be recanting his testimony against Bobby. He asks the guard to take him away and leaves Tara to marinate in the sewage of her life choices, because she's just realized that at the end of the day, any legitimate respect she may have had as a gifted medical professional is being eroded by the mirage of courtesy that a handful of bikers give her when it's expedient.