When we come back, we're in the kind of bakery that downtown areas specialize in: artfully arranged petit fours in glass cases, distressed wood bookshelves displaying trifle bowls and tisane blends (for sale, of course), anodyne piano music tinkling overhead. In a corner, Peter Weller (aka Robocop, now and forever) is reading a dead-tree newspaper. On the corner outside, we see the blond boy that's popped up intermittently this episode. He's reading a book and drinking milk.

At the sound of a Stockton PD cruiser rolling up, Robocop goes out the bakery's back door and into an alley that belongs nowhere near a downtown area. The cruisers unload the SAMCRO boys plus Nero, and after a bit of Jax's lip, we establish that Robocop runs the docks because he's kind enough to let the uniforms keep the cash and drugs they found. Nero theorizes that Robocop is really Charlie Barofsky, sultan of the Stockton port. Barofsky reminds us all of that fact, drops a little world history on Jax, and then things take a turn for the dramatically convenient. Barofsky perceives a business opportunity for a woman who runs girls out of the port ,disapproves of torture porn, approves of how this crew of sex-positive feminists handled the whole thing, then invites everyone in for macaroons and hooker talk.

Juice and Rat have roared into Teller-Morrow from wherever they've been, and Gemma goes about securing their hearts and minds by giving Juice a little mothering and giving Rat a little above-the-shirt action ("Now you've had your hand on my tits, you can't call me ma'am any more."), then explains the Lyla business for Rat's benefits. She draws Juice aside to dig for information on Bobby. In a few lines, we get Bobby's plot for the season: he's probably going to patch out of SAMCRO; he started Nomad and likely wants to return; although the Nomad chapter's folded, it only takes four members for it to start up again. (The only question is whether Jax is okay with this or whether he dispatches someone to kill Bobby. We have 12 more episodes to find out!)

Then the two of them address the real thing that bonds them together: their betrayal of Clay. Or rather, they discuss it by not discussing it.

Gemma: So how are you?
Juice: I'm tired.
Gemma: I haven't heard anything.
Juice: Can I ask you something?
Gemma: No. And I'm not going to ask you anything. It's done.

She walks off, having aged about 20 years during that exchange. So has Juice. One of those is going to end up walking around T-M like Lady Macbeth all, "To bed, to bed! there’s knocking at the gate. Come, come, come, come, give me your hand. What’s done cannot be undone. To bed, to bed, to bed!"

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