Anyway, Tara's really uncomfortable with how Gemma's choosing to look at the bright side, and backs away with, "I don't think Jax is ready for another baby. I walked in on him and that porn slut this morning. He's been trying to push me away. It worked. We're done." This new threat to Gemma's tribe galvanizes her, and she instantly starts making explanations for Jax's behavior: He blames himself for everything that happened to Abel (project much, Gemma?), he's terrified something bad might happen to Tara, etc. "He's lost, baby. You have to be the constant, ride it out," Gemma says. (Again: Project much, Gemma?) Tara protests that she's not so strong as Gemma, and because Gemma has the sense not to preen, "Well, nobody is," she changes tactics with "He wouldn't be doing this if he knew you were pregnant." Let's all pause for a moment and contemplate what Jax would be doing instead. Oh, man. Just ... no.
Tara implores Gemma not to tell Jax about the baby, because if it's one thing every character on this show knows, it's that keeping secrets and obfuscating open communication never, ever has unintended consequences that blow up in your face later. Tara vaguely alludes to abortion -- "What happens to this baby is my decision. I'm serious, Gemma. No-one can know" -- and Gemma shares a bit of recently-become-relevant wisdom: "Secret babies are a bad idea." Tara pleads, and Gemma shrugs, "You want my silence? I need a favor." You sort of have to admire how deftly Gemma manipulates people to do her bidding.
Zip! We're in Belfast. Fiona has taken off the shades and she's not looking beaten up, but girlfriend is looking seriously haggard. She and Maureen are watching McGee tend to the young not-a-bomber. He comes over to tell them that "Burns we can deal with, but the eye? It's gone." The women react with dismay. Fiona explains that Jimmy O had the boy's older brother on Fiona-Watch, but "he let us go so we could help [the boy]. The lad fought us all the way here, didn't want to disobey Jimmy." Another SAMBEL member -- short, wiry halo of hair, giving off a vague Middle Earth vibe -- pops over to explain that there's still some first aid to be done, and he's off to Shire to pick up some more supplies. The bikers disperse and the ladies make small talk about their respective daughters: Trinny's road-tripping with Cherry and Kerianne is more or less catatonic on account of her effed-up home life.