Gemma bursts out the back door of the hospital and toward the waiting Jax, Clay and Tig. Jax is not too happy to see her, as this blows Gemma's deal with the Feds all to hell, and Clay tries to steer Gemma toward sweet reason, but Tig interjects with, "Don't even bother trying, boys. Trust me. I've been there." (HA!) The not-so-happy family heads toward the truck, only to be intercepted by Unser sourly saying, "Guess your fever broke." Whoops! Unser says, "Sorry, Gemma. You come with me now, I'll tell them you turned yourself in, had a change of heart, no one gets in trouble for aiding and abetting." "And if she says no?" Clay asks. Sorry, but there is no other good option here. Unser pulls out his gun, so Tig pulls out his. Jax backs up, muttering, "Oh, my God."
Gemma moves forward, calls Unser's bluff on his willingness to shoot her, and waltzes off. She orders Tig to take Tara's car and hops in the truck with her husband and son. Oh, my heart broke for Unser here: He's so out of practice being a cop first, and he can't bring himself to admit or believe that SAMCRO's allegiances and obligations are always based on mutual convenience.
Car chase! Oh, wait -- not yet. Tig pulls everyone over, points out that this whole incident has been called in, and since Unser saw Gemma in the truck and Tig in the Cutlass, it makes sense to do a car swap. Tig offers to drive the truck off and lead the law enforcement away from the plane. Jax is not happy about the prospect of going to Ireland without Tig, but Tig says, "You need your mom more." (Again, the older members parenting the kids who came up through the club.) He then urges everyone to get their boot scoot on. Gemma swoops forward and gives Tig a brief kiss on the lips, and he looks at her with helpless love and devotion. As Tig hops in the truck, he hollers, "Jax! Get your boy!" and then heads off.