Stepfather and son are now strolling through the corridors of the hospital. Within seconds, it appears everything is coming up Teller-Morrow: Not only do they get to see the body of the rat being wheeled away, they also get a walk-by meeting with Counselor Calamity and their bail hearing's been pushed back ten days. Jax feigns surprise at this development, then peels off to wait for "our friend."
In Gemma's hospital room, she and Clay are giving Osborn the 411 on Abel. He listens and says, "I'm sorry about Abel, I really am. But if I'm going to have a shot against Hale, I can't be associated with SAMCRO." Clay revives the speech he gave to Unser about keeping the violence out of the back yard. He then asks, "Your forestry equipment -- how do you get it overseas?" Why, via cargo jets out of Stockton. And then the penny drops for Osborn and he realizes Clay is asking him to set up a cargo jet to Belfast so SAMCRO can fly overseas without the hassles of flying commercial. It's a smart move, but I confess: I am a little disappointed that this means we won't get an episode where SAMCRO's stuck in the coach seats on a transcontinental flight. Just imagine the hijinks! Bobby Elvis charming someone into giving him the aisle seat on an emergency row. Tig ravaging flight attendant after flight attendant, then shrugging, "It was a long flight. I had to find something to do!" Opie stewing as he tries to fold himself into a middle seat. It could have been comedy gold. Oh, the missed opportunity.
Clay ends up sealing the deal by introducing Osborn to Alvarez -- with Alvarez personally delivering assurances of no more bloodshed. He rolls out of the chapel with a "Hope you find your boy" to Jax. Aww, biker dad code! It is amazing to me how many of these guys -- those boys who had Cammy's boat, Alvarez, etc. -- seem genuine when they wish Jax well. ANYWAY. Osborn realizes he's running out of good excuses to say no to SAMCRO, and sighs that he's got a cargo flight to Manchester, Great Britain tomorrow evening at 6 p.m. He and Clay shake on it, and it looks like SAMCRO's about to head overseas! If they time it right, they can even take in a Manchester United game. I have a feeling that SAMCRO + football hooligans = proof that some universal human traits transcend nationality or upbringing.