Back at the clubhouse, Nero pulls up with Carla and acts all confuzzled about why Chibs and Jax are radiating irritation. Chibs explains: "Your boys showed up at the hotel the same time we did." Jax steps in: "Almost ended up in a 'hood slaughter. We convinced them that we'd finish her off --" "So what we need now is a digit and a tiny titty to prove it!" Chibs finishes. He seems especially outraged by that request. Nero seems taken aback by the vatos' new trophy-gathering hobby. Then he musters his wits and realizes that Carla must have set Lupe and Fiasco on SAMCRO. Carla nods and owns it like a boss, saying, "I was protecting you. If your crew found out what you did, they'd crush you. They'd ruin everything that we've built." Nero is all, "'We,' kemosabe?" Jax looks at his mom and says, "Sounds like a move someone else would pull. Let's call it even." Jax assigns Rat to Carla-watching duty -- presumably, this is what the patched-in members do when they can't hang with the sippy-cup set a la Filthy Phil -- and then turns around to get a face full of Gemma.
His mom demands to know why Emma's on the property and Jax tells her that's none of her business. Gemma huffs, "No, it's not. But it should be yours." Jax steps right into Gemma's personal space and says quietly, "You know what, Mom? I kind of have a few things on my plate today, like burying my best friend. So your need to be loved, worshipped and adored is a little low on my list today." He stalks off, and Gemma blinks because her brain has short-circuited. The man I'm having relations with isn't bowing to my every whim? I'm the last to know about major club news? My son isn't even pretending to placate me? Did I wake up in some alternate universe? That would explain so much.