Meanwhile, in Arizona, a bike expo's in full swing. Juice is dispatched to check SAMCRO is, so it's all documented and everything, and then Bobby Elvis pulls out a pocket watch and checks the time. "Romeo does not seem like the kind of guy who runs late," he comments. While they're waiting on Romeo, Jax spins out what's troubling him: "I've been thinking out this crank move. Armando says they passed the vote four months ago. That's right after Little Paul was killed and Reggie quit... Little Paul would have never signed off on crank." Chibs adds, "Reg was a lifer. Him walking away doesn't make any sense." The guys quickly conclude that someone in SAMTAZ may have been clearing the decks for what they knew was a close vote. Hilariously, there is not even the hint of an awkward silence as Clay and Tig posit that. I suppose Piney would have provided that. Our boys decide they need to find Reggie -- Clay reasons doing so will help send the message that the Sons of Anarchy don't deal. Oh, wait, here comes Bobby Elvis with the awkward moment! "Every business needs shipping and selling. You can't separate the two." Clay wheels on him and snarls, "I got a wife that says shit without saying shit. Grow a sack, Elvis." So Bobby does: "Armando's right. Muling and dealing are the same goddamn thing." Tig smoothly interposes himself between the two men and mutters, "Not the time, boys." Hey, look! It's the cartel. Bet it's not often the presence of heavily armed Mexican thugs makes things less tense.

Scratch that -- it's only part of the cartel. Luis says Romeo's not around on account of the tail the bikers picked up (auto detailing van, 3 o'clock), so now SAMCRO must add "Lose law enforcement tail" to today's to-do list. Fortunately, with the help of some rollicking background music, nearly two dozen men on motorcycles and some truly impressive pyrotechnics, the losing of the tail is soon accomplished. Of note in this sequence: It is not lost on anyone in SAMTAZ that Clay's losing his grip (literally) on the motorcycle handlebars.

Cut to Potter staring at his wall of people who have died since this show started (Hello, Luann! Hello, Donna! Hello, Half-Sack!) and he whips around, tilts his head like a cockatiel, and exclaims, "They blew up a grease truck? That doesn't sound like our boys. A little too Mad Max, don't you think?" The ATF agent (named Grad, according to my closed captioning) really doesn't care if blowing up a grease truck is in character or not. Fact is, it happened and all the ATF has to show for its work is a few lousy photos of Luis. Grad heads out the door and Potter leaps on to the table, braces one mantis-like arm against the ceiling and begins swinging his leg back and forth as he contemplates the mysteries in Jax and Clay's mug shots.