We go into the episode-ending musical montage. Unser is feeding Gemma's bird now that she's off doing God-knows-what (and whom) in the evenings; he clucks about how he misses Gemma too. The boys head out to their new hideyhole. Rat watches TV on the couch as Tara sits, smokes a joint, and ignores Thomas crying on the baby monitor. (So that's how you ignore the nerve-shredding baby cries -- smoke some really good pot. Why aren't the child care books sharing that?) We see Clay drinking alone and Opie slapping a For Sale sign on his bike, then walking off while his club brothers watch. Then we see Tig sitting on the edge of the still-smoking metal locker, rocking back and forth as his tears flow.

Cut to Damon Pope buying ice cream for a neighborhood full of kids. "Who wants some ice creeeeeeeam!" yells out the man who killed at least two people today, if not more, and although he laughs as he hands out the treats, once the kids scatter, all the life goes out of Pope's face. Revenge hasn't provided him with any closure, it would seem.

We see Jax and company walking into the escort service, and Jax looks at his mom all, I do not even want to know how you've got an in at this place. The episode would be ending on that note, except we zip back to Gemma's house, where Unser's interrupted mid-lock-up by a home invasion crew. The last thing he -- and we -- see is that one of the assailants has a prosthesis where the left leg should be.

Lisa Schmeiser is an Oakland-adjacent reporter and editor. She'll always talk with you about this show on Twitter and she blogs at Penny Wiseacre.

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