And would you look at who Alvarez asked to join him at the urinals! It's Salazar and a few other Calaveras guys. And Alvarez demonstrates why he's nobody to mess with: He pulls a gun on Salazar, points at his head and calmly explains, "Let me explain how this works: I kill you, or you tell me which one of your lieutenants was responsible." Salazar indulges in some choice sentiments that could best be described as "hate speech" toward the Grim Bastards. Clay then makes good with T.O. by whipping out his gun, sticking it on the other side of Salazar's skull, and explaining, "A body is going to hit the floor in the next minute. It's either going to be you, or one of your brown buddies." Spoken like a man who can't tan. (Also: While I do not enjoy, say, transcribing bigoted comments, I do think they're sort of necessary in this show -- this season, we've had a lot of moments that veer dangerously close to "Cuddly middle-aged bikers! They are mostly amusing!" territory, and it's handy to remember that these guys are not adorable, harmless misfits.)

Anyhoodle, Salazar would prefer not to die, so he fingers one of his lieutenants, THAT guy dies, and a peeved Alvarez decides to rip off Salazar's patch and remove his cut. Jax stuffs it in the toilet, and Salazar swears, "I'm going to kill you for that." Then Alvarez gives the Calaveras MC a sudden promotion to president. He turns to T.O. and asks, "We good." Yes, they are. There's some hugging between the Mayans and SAMCRO, and everyone leaves Salazar alone in the men's room to think about what he's done.

Back at St. How Do the Taxpayers of Charming Support This Hospital?, Gemma is prepping herself to call Maureen. It takes a few tries before she can bring herself to complete dialing the number. When the two women connect, Maureen shuts down the store, takes a moment to compose herself, then picks up again. Gemma gets to the point: "Clay asked me to call, let you know that SAMCRO's on their way. They'll be there tomorrow, late afternoon." Maureen just whispers, "OK." Gemma asks dully, "Do you know where my grandson is?" "No, but I know who does. I'll do whatever I can to help you," Maureen says. Gemma then says, "My son? He knows nothing about John and Belfast?" "Nor does my Trinny," Maureen says. Cue the sound of the record needle scratching for Gemma. And that is how she finds out that John and Maureen had a daughter together. Gemma dives for a trash can and vomits; Maureen takes this as her cue to hang up. After a moment, Maureen digs out a locked box from one desk drawer, takes the key from another, then opens the box. Beneath the guns inside the box, there's an envelope with a photo: Maureen and John wearing the giddy, glazed look of exhausted new parents and a baby in a white gown. The note on the back: "Me, John, Trinity, Belfast, 1988."