Stahl tries to puncture his seeming equanimity by sauntering over and assuring Clay they'll find Gemma. Clay shrugs, "From what I hear, that's not going to matter much for you. Chief tells me you really pissed off the FBI [by] stepping on a three-year neo-Nazi sting." Stahl attempts to deflect with, "Lot of bad guys out there. Sometimes the pursuit gets a little messy." Clay taunts, "Is that why your bosses pulled you off the Irish? 'Cause it got a little messy? Seems the boy in the bad shooting hit didn't do you much good after all. All you did by framing Gemma was get a man killed and a baby kidnapped." Stahl gives him the lemon face at hearing that, possibly because her other bright idea to frame Opie as a snitch led to getting a woman killed and a bunch of children going motherless. She's 0-for-2 so far in trying to use "the ends justify the means" as an argument for her actions. Clay leans in and indulges in a personal threat: "If anything happens to my grandson, I promise you: I'm going to shove a gun barrel up that bony ass of yours, and I'm going to blow your black heart out." Stahl looks slightly alarmed. As she should: if any show would follow through on that method of execution, it's this one.

Now that Jax has run his errands ("Go glower at wide variety of criminal elements; cry at Dad's grave; get more confused"), he's home again. He wanders around the kitchen and notices that Bobby Elvis left Gemma's most recent phone number on a pad of paper. Then he wanders down the hall and notices the nursery is trashed. A long sigh and a muttered "Jesus Christ." But Jax doesn't seem particularly surprised. Whether it's because he routinely drives the women in his life to the point of total, room-wrecking insanity or because he and Tara actually have the kind of history where this display of temper doesn't surprise him ... eh, it's a mystery for the ages.