Enter Father Kellan Ashby, who engulfs Kerianne in a paternal embrace, then heads over and does the same for Fiona. He then catches sight of McGee tending to the would-be bomber and explodes, "What in the name of Christ happened?" "Sharin' a grievance with the police service," McGee replies dryly. Behind Kellan, Fiona says bitterly, "Jimmy has them all convinced that folks are just fat Irish sheep moving with the loyal herd. They think every act of violence is their Republic duty." Sensing that now is not the time to debate the philosophical tenets of the Real IRA, Maureen hastily comes over and invites Fiona to wash up after a long night of carting around bleeding teenagers behind her husband/captor's back. Then Maureen lets Kellan know that SAMCRO's on its way. "Good. Clean the boy up. Let him go back to Jimmy. We can't stop him," Kellan says bitterly. (Over by the boy, McGee's making a big show of not eavesdropping.) Maureen drops her voice and asks, "What about Fi and Kerianne?" Kellan decides, "They're coming with me. I can keep them safe in the rectory." Maureen nervously points out that Jimmy will come looking for them, and Kellan replies simply, "I know." Given Kellan's ability to summon garrote-happy flunkies on command, I am not exactly worried for him.
Jax skulks into his own house and catches Tara in the act of packing a bag. He graciously tells her she doesn't have to leave yet, on account of his pending Irish road trip. Tara's not even paying attention to him. Now that Jax has what he wants -- an old lady pushed to the point of indifference -- he isn't happy he got it. So he tries apologizing for the awkward scene of the morning, and Tara refuses the apology with "It's what you wanted." (I love, love, love that she's got his number.) Still hoping for absolution, Jax follows Tara into the bedroom and says all sensitively, "I didn't want you to get hurt." Tara still can't be bothered to look at him as she packs, and she says, "Yes, you did. You think I'm responsible for what happened to Abel, and you hate me, and you just can't say it." Jax does not exactly refute the charges. Tara finally looks over -- he's got his eyes on the floor and is scuffing his toe against the carpet like a little boy -- and says, "Your mother thinks this is about protecting me." Grateful that his mommy set up this line of reasoning, Jax is all, "Why, yes, that IS why I needed to have extremely athletic sex with a porn starlet despite that moving conversation we had in 'Service' last year about how I'd never hurt you like that." Tara erupts, "You are so full of shit! You and I both know nothing's going to happen to me. You need a reason to feel good about bailing. Well, guess what? The prince doesn't always get his way." She stalks out of the house. Jax takes a moment to think about how this entire season has been one long exercise in him not getting his way, then follows after Tara. She pulls away before he's out the door. Neither of them notice Salazar staking out the house, or telling his old lady, "Now we know how to find [Jax Teller's old lady]." I sort of hope that these two continue to stake out Jax's place with no success whatsoever, because I hate the prospect of a self-fulfilling prophecy about Tara being in danger.