“I inherited this shit.”
“Don’t pass the buck, man. That’s weak.”
Twice tonight Jax used presidential paraphrasing, mincing Obama’s debate words, as well as the motto Harry Truman kept on his desk. Extremely timely? Of course. And the writing is smart enough to play both sides. Is Jax a good club president? Not enough time has passed to really tell yet. He’s obviously better than Clay as of late. But Jax is constantly guilty of compromising his own wishes for a bigger paycheck. The District of Charming is very political in “Small World,” after all.
The bigger paycheck is, to be expected, coming from Damon Pope. Every time Pope is on screen, he turns me just a little further away from believing that he is going to be the devil in a smart suit. I’m pretty sure Clay will hold on to those reins until the season’s end. Pope lays out an offer to Jax where the coke shipment the club brings in is doubled, with Pope’s crew shipping the other half into Vegas and Reno. In return, the payoffs to Pope will cease, they’ll get another $100,000 for the extra shipment, and Pope will discreetly pay Jax 2% of his own personal cut. If the deal wasn’t enough to sway him, Pope coaxes Jax with his own confident persuasion and subtle compliments. Business men who know the right people are never at risk, and Jax is an impressive young man.
The Niners, Triad, Mayans, and Cartel are informed of the deal, and everyone agrees, so long as the trouble is kept at bay. Jax brings it to the club table for a vote. Of course, Clay tries to snuff the motion, with his puppy dog Juice backing him. The rest of the table is split, with the newest additions to SAMCRO obviously siding with Clay, and the bigger boys like Tig and Chibs siding with Jax. (Tig has to anyway.) Motion passed. The boys are deeper into Pope’s pockets. Is this such a bad thing at the moment? Pope’s intentions haven’t changed. He’s a man who gets what he wants while limiting the messes made. And he’s not above offering justice for the tragedies he has caused.
This justice comes in the form of a folded up address. The address of Staff Sergeant Mackey, whose unflinching rigidity during the incarceration and Opie’s death has remained stuck in everyone’s craw. The usual gang bursts in on him, temporarily taken aback when Mackey’s wife waltzes in waving and shooting a shotgun all over. Once the couple are subdued and tied to chairs, Tig attempts no consideration before putting a bullet through the wife’s head, a smart albeit awful thing. Jax wants a pipe to use on Mackey, but has to settle for a snow globe, which he uses to brutally pulpify Mackey’s skull. The actual damage isn’t shown, but the gory brain matter on the snow globe after Jax has been pulled away gets the point across.
Finally, this home invasion shit is moving forward! We hear Pope once again say it’s not his boys. We know this. Again we have Wayne and Roosevelt discussing the club’s role in them, and the sheriff, on a mandated leave, says he sent the skin from his wife’s fingernails to the lab to be DNA tested. Sadly, his wife soon passes away, and Roosevelt goes a little crazy. He takes his bulky station wagon to the road, chasing Jax and the boys down, going so far as to bump Bobby, knocking him off his bike. Jax, like Wayne, offers his condolences and services if need be, but stresses to Roosevelt never to pull that shit again.
But now Jax has to seriously consider who might be behind the invasions. When he tells Pope the new deal will go through, Pope stops him and tells him to look closer to home for the culprits. He says loyalty has contingencies, admitting he has independent security set up in the event of his death, where $5 million will go to the person who kills his killer. “Fear protects me. Greed ensures it…You don’t need money, Jackson. You just need the ability to see the inevitable.” Quotes like this, obviously central to Pope’s personal mindset, are why I trust him more than I should. It doesn’t mean Jax is going to understand the meaning, but still.
To back it up a bit, Clay gets a good report from his doctor about his lungs, taking him off of his breathing machine. However, Clay lies and tells Juice and anyone else who’ll listen that things aren’t looking good, and he still wears the tubes in his nose. He and Wayne have a tense conversation where Wayne tests his local culprit theory out on Clay, seemingly watching his every reaction, especially after he says Roosevelt is running the DNA test. As the episode ends, Juice drops Clay off at home, where Clay immediately rips the tubes from his nose and blasts through the doorway, into the living room where Greg the Peg, Frankie Diamonds and Gogo. He punches one and screams, “You weren’t supposed to kill her!” And there you have it, fans. It was indeed Clay all along. I’d pat myself on the back for being right, but this show isn’t calibrated for super surprises. Or is it?
Yeah, okay, so I was sincerely surprised by Carla’s actions tonight. She breaks into Gemma’s house, holds her at gunpoint, and calls Nero over to the house, later calling him “sweet brother.” In a wacky One Hour Photo-lite scene, she forces Gemma and Nero to disrobe and get into bed together. Her silver tongue demands Gemma get Nero hard and to go down on him. A few cringe-worthy moments later, Nero stands up and decries Carla’s behavior, offering his front and back for her to put a bullet in, if that is what she chooses.( In the back of my mind, I amused myself by picturing Nero setting all of this up just to get a blowjob.) In what may be the single creepiest moment on Sons thusfar, Carla blankly looks at Nero and says, “I just wanted to go out watching you do your thing,” before turning the gun on herself and nastily taking her own life. I really just thought she’d come to her senses and take off, but this worked out better, and was worth the perma-grimace on my face. Gemma asks about the “sweet brother” line, and Nero admits Carla was his half-sister, whom he’d saved from a drug-ridden street life, as she also forced him into cleaning up his act. She was in love with him, despite the sticky relation situation, and had apparently stopped taking her medication. If this seems sad, it’s certainly twisted around as Gemma looks down at Carla’s corpse and says, “Hope you’re happy, bitch.” Dead or alive, Gemma has an angry four or five letter word for it.
Gemma calls Wayne for help with the body, as cops are a no-no. Wayne, who misunderstood Nero’s arrival at Gemma’s earlier, is jealous and doesn’t take the call. They later cause a scene that ends in Wayne telling Gemma that she’s going to die alone like him if she keeps on the way she’s doing. “You got no friends. Just people who do shit for you.” I’d almost feel bad for Wayne, but come on. There’s got to be another vagina in California that he can obsess over.
Without Wayne, Gemma calls Clay to dispose of the bodies. He and Juice get the job done, and when Nero comes knocking later, when Gemma isn’t home yet, Clay tells him that Carla is being cremated, and that her ashes will go back to Nero to dispose of. Perhaps mirroring a still-living John Teller, Clay asks Nero man-to-man if his relationship with Gemma is serious, and Nero can only sigh and say he doesn’t know. While I like seeing the hurt in Clay’s face in these scenes, I don’t really understand why Nero would stick with Gemma. She’s only trouble. At least Wayne has a lifetime of fawning over her. Nero only has a few instances of group sex. Oh wait…now I get it.
The smallest plotline from tonight’s show might become highly interesting in weeks to come. Tara goes to the prison for work, but mostly to talk to Otto. She tells him who she is, and tells him that Bobby was released, and that the Feds have stalled the RICO case, and Otto’s execution date will also be stalled. Tara would do anything to get him to reverse his testimony. Only when he knowingly tells her to get on her knees, she says she won’t do it, and he says he won’t either. Nobody’s getting oral sex in this show tonight! He tells her not to come back, and not to make him do something horrible. And this isn’t a show that lets idle threats die.
When Jax asks Tara if she was able to contact Otto, she lies and says things were too backed up, but that she would definitely see him the next week. Tara is not usually the type of character whose assertions lead her to successes. I have no clue what Otto is still capable of, but I’ll know soon, I’m sure. If we could avoid having to watch Tara healing from another injury, that would be just fine. For now, Jax wants to take her up to the cabin, just the two of them. Because that’s always possible as a father and motorcycle club president.
What the what? Joel McHale in a cowboy hat makes Mommy jokes with Gemma as she gets drunk at a bar. “Mind if I have a seat?” “Mind if I don’t give a shit?” His name is Warren and his game is conning. More on that at a later date.
More action and bike fumes next week. It looks like it might be a doozey. Join me then.
Stuff That Fell Off the Back of the Bike
“Home Invasion Targets Sheriff” is the headline on the paper at the beginning of the show. My wife works for a newspaper (Please, control your sympathy for her.), so we’re used to talking about dumbass headlines, but this one is particularly daffy. It’s like “Football Game Suspected in Fans’ Displeasure.” A non-sentient event can’t target anyone. Is anyone still reading? “Column Heightens Writer’s Anxieties.”
“Mind if I come by later to check in? I can do a sweep for crazy bitches,” Clay says, as the body on the floor continues to bleed out from her head wound. Bile-black humor. I love it.
How is the snow globe’s glass stronger than Mackey’s cranium? I was hoping to see it smash on the killing blow, and a fade to commercial as the snowflakes dropped onto his dead face. Poetry.
Had to check Urbandictionary.com to see what Chibs meant when he called Roosevelt a “dooney bastard.” One definition was “someone lacking intelligence or someone who commits thoughtless acts.” Also, “a retarded homosexual who sucks at life.” But since Roosevelt was married, we’ll go with the first.
Juice used to be my favorite of the non-essentials, but after last season with all his whining about people finding out he’s half-black, killing Miles, and ratting to the sheriff, I’d almost wished his suicide would have gone through. Now that his nose is the same shade as Clay’s asshole, I like him even less. I do not see Filthy Phil taking his place.
Tig says that killing Mackey’s wife was good for him, and Chibs kisses his cheek. Tig is obviously insane, and Chibs obviously won’t do anything to change anyone’s personalities. Spinoff! Spinoff! Spinoff!
Nick is a Cajun Country native, and is often asked why he doesn't sound like that's the case. His love for his wife and daughters is almost equaled by his love of gasp-for-breath laughter and gasp-for-breath horror. A lifetime spent in the vicinity of a television screen led to his current dream job, as well as his knowledge of too many TV themes and ad jingles.
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