Capering time! Step four: Drive the tow truck off the main roads and on a service road. Step five: Have Kozik punch the Mayans' guy and toss him out of the van. Step six: Drive the van to a dead end where the collective firepower of SAMCRO is ready and waiting for the two Mayan bikers. Step seven: Begin shooting, A-Team style, where there are a lot of bullets flying around and yet nobody actually getting hit. Step eight: Crack open the Madina Janitorial Supplies van like a pinata and verify that there is smack buried in the industrial-sized barrel of Comet cleansing powder. The guys are all giddy that nothing has gone wrong for a change. Kozik is grinning like a hyena, but his smile fades when he looks over and sees Tig giving him a glare that implies a long, slow, painful and psychotically creative near-death incident.
Clay -- who stayed out of the Great Smack Caper of '10 for many reasons -- is in Unser's office. He sits and says he never got a chance to formally express his condolences on Hale's passing, and does so with, "Hale was a pain in the ass, but that's a bad way to go." Sensitively put, Clay. No doubt Unser appreciates it. Clay makes his pitch to Unser: "You and me, we've been through a lot, Wayne. We made a deal to keep the blood out of our back yard. Well, lately I ain't been holding up my end. Half-Sack getting killed, drive-by outside of [the funeral home] ... I just want to let you know that the weight of that ain't been lost on me, and I ain't ever going to let that happen again." Clay's looking directly at Unser, but the sheriff won't look anywhere at him. Unser finally speaks. "I wish I could believe that, Clay. Truth is, I feel closer to SAMCRO than I do most folks in [the police precinct]." Clay continues with his baby-come-back speech, "We got a line on where Abel is. Belfast. We're going to go get him." Unser raises his eyebrows politely, because it beats snidely saying, "And 'Belfast' is code for 'a bar down the street,' because I know you're not telling a sworn officer of the law you're about to blow town on the day you have a bail hearing." Clay wordlessly confirms that he's talking about Belfast, Ireland, and Unser says angrily, "Is that what this is about, this mea culpa? You need a favor?" Why, yes! That is what this is about. Unser says, "The compromises I make, the associations I have, at the end of the day, the thing that allows me to sleep is knowing that I'm keeping Charming safe. And I ain't been sleeping much lately, Clay. I cannot help you go AWOL. I wish that didn't make me feel as bad as it does." The two men exchange a long look, filled with a lot of regrets.