Cut to Piney's poorly-attended "thing." Opie is there, having actually washed his hair as a tribute to the solemnity and tragedy of the situation, and he is understandably bitter about his dad being buried under the "Piney Winston, killed by the Mexican cartel" lie, and the fact that Clay's still breathing. Jax says, "I know you can't sit at that table, Ope, and I was wrong to ask you. I love you, Ope, and I want you in SAMCRO, but whatever you decide to do, I'm going to back you. I hope you know that." Opie says, "What I know is that the gavel turns shit around." Jax says, "I'm not going to turn into Clay." Opie snarks, "I'm more afraid that I'm going to turn into you." Jax has no reply to that, other than to roll his eyes. Which, really, shows remarkable restraint on his part.
Cut to Unser and Gemma chatting and really the whole point of this scene is to establish that Gemma's turned into such a mess, she's completely blanked on Piney's memorial. The old queen of SAMCRO, the one who hectored everyone into coming to biker family dinner, would have never forgotten.
And now we segue into a scene between Clay and Gemma, in their old bedroom. Clay is rifling through a box on the dresser as Gemma comes in. He is hunched over and looks ten years older than he did at the start of last season. Then again, so does Gemma. The two stand silently in the bedroom for a moment, then Gemma hands over a ring Clay was looking for. She spits, "Don't take any of the photos." As she leaves, Clay says tremulously, "Can we talk? Please? Two minutes?" Gemma will give him that. Clay breathlessly drops to a chair and leans against a wall before he says, "I know you want me dead. That's why you gave Jax those letters. Shit I did, it's the move I deserved. I'm not a complicated guy, Gem. I'm not like JT. I sink my teeth into a goal, I see it through. It's the soldier in me. All I could see was the endgame, the money. The shit with Tara, me lying to you? Just part of the mission. I'm not going to insult you by saying I'm sorry -- there's too much damage for that. But your involvement in John's death, the stuff he says about you in some of those letters? I take that to my grave. I-I don't expect you to forgive me, but at least I know I did one right thing. I love you, Gem. I always will." Gemma begins sobbing, and when Clay comes up behind her to offer a comforting hand, she lays him flat on the ground. Completely dry-eyed, she says, "You don't ever lay a hand on me again."