In any event, as sweet baby Thomas hangs out in his bucket car seat on a clubhouse table, Tara and Gemma double-team Ima as to exactly who invited her into the clubhouse and why, and then they team up to tell Ima that she's no longer welcome. Tara has stopped speaking, and is moving toward Ima with murder in her eye; Gemma interposes and tells Ima, "Bitch, she will rip your little tits off." Ima saunters off, and a livid Tara goes stalking toward the door. Gemma braces herself for whatever's coming next, and heads out the door; her last act is to tell Piney to stop drinking because he's now on babysitting duty.
Outside, Gemma helpfully pours kerosene on the flames by asking Tara if Jax came home. "That's not the point! I hate this shit. She shouldn't even be here," Tara protests. "I know, baby," Gemma replies consolingly. Another car pulls up, Lyla gets out, and Tara mutters, "Great. Here comes another one." "Be nice," Gemma chides. Lyla comes over to ask if anyone's see Opie, and my hat is OFF to Kelli Jones and the rest of the costuming crew. Here, Lyla looks like an angel -- soft sweater, jeans, loose natural hair and barely any makeup. She comes off like a sweet, gentle young wife and mother. It's a great contrast to Gemma and Tara (both with their long, sideswept bangs, dark clothing and aggressive accessories), and it makes the rest of the scene that much more heartwrenching.
In that scene: Lyla admits that "we're struggling a little. A lot of distance. We don't talk much." Gemma says, "It's just lizard brain, baby. It happens to all guys when they get married." Cut to Tara looking at Gemma all, You know I'm engaged to be married to your son, right? She then awkwardly mutters about giving it all some time. Lyla haltingly thanks them, and the club's queen walks off with the queen-in-waiting. Tara hisses, "That felt shitty." "Yeah, not our business," Gemma replies.
Just then, Lyla catches site of Ima's car and turns toward the clubhouse. Bobby Elvis asks Gemma, "Is she -- is she looking for Ope?" Gemma turns back in genuine dismay.
Lyla stalks inside and asks, "Where is she?" "Where's who, darlin'?" Piney asks. (Thomas is in his arms, and it's the cutest damn thing. Is there a member of SAMCRO who does not handle babies well? I ask because every time there's a baby on screen, there's a biker dandling the infant on his knee. I'm going to pass out from shock the day we see Happy soothing a child to sleep with Snow White & the Chainsaw She Used to Sever the Beating Heart from Her Stepmother's Chest.) Ima saunters out, and Lyla asks, "What are you doing here?" Ima pouts, "Nobody says 'Good morning' any more." Again, the contrast between how Ima's kitted out -- little leather jacket, shorts, feathers in her hair -- and Lyla is exquisite.