Jax takes a call from Lowen, who is not thrilled to have to tell him that Tara would prefer not to have him at her hearing in the morning. Jax seethes over this, then sits on the couch to collect himself and possibly think about a life where his incarcerated wife is not estranging herself from him.

Back at Teller-Morrow Motors, Chibs runs off the one working mechanic they have so he and Juice can have some one-on-one time in the garage. Chibs starts by reeling off the litany of Juice's indiscretions in season four, and it turns out he has lots of unresolved feelings about them. But he's going to try to resolve them…with his fists. Juice says, "I love you, brother," and Chibs says, "I know," right before hitting him. Then he keeps on going, over and over. Juice makes no move to fight back at all.

Colette comes out with her laundry and catches sight of Jax. She makes some small talk with, "You know, I listen almost as good as I suck dick," and God bless Kim Dickens, but I can't help remembering the Deadwood episode "New Money" and Joanie's unnervingly similar conversation with the creepy Mr. Wolcott, which ended with Joanie sighing, "I'll just be in my girls' world, diddling myself."

Anyway, Jax only broods about his problems instead of talking about them, so Colette orders him to help her with the laundry, adding, "Housework always centers my chi." Jax takes the laundry, because Colette has pressed the correct buttons.

Meanwhile, Gemma's campaign to win over Lucius continues. She has given him a Super Soaker, which he loves. Nero sighs, "Yep. A gun. Awesome," but Gemma just smirks at him and cuddles into him.

Cut to Toric shooting up in his motel room, because it wouldn't be Sons of Anarchy if someone in law enforcement wasn't beset by some sort of hypocrisy/moral rot/exploitable weakness.

As a church bell rings out, Tig zips through the bucolic streets of Stockton, passing the little blond boy we've seen all episode. The child walks on to the church grounds as the bell strikes three. He takes off his backpack and his jacket, carefully folds the jacket, sits on a bench for a moment. As the child rolls up his sleeves, we see that one arm is covered in systematic cuts. Then the child pulls out a composition notebook. He writes one more thing in it. The school bell rings, he puts down the book …

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