At the boatyard, the Bastards run out to meet SAMCRO and T.O. tries to stall them, saying Hightower doesn’t want to meet with them ’cause he doesn’t trust them. T.O. protests that Pope and the guards set up Opie’s hit and only recruited Hightower because of his size. Plus, he only barely knows the other guys who beat Opie, so he can’t help SAMCRO with their names, either. T.O. asks Jax for his word that he won’t kill his cousin, and Jax answers, “Yeah, okay.”
Did you cross your fingers, Jackie?
T.O. leads them toward the nearest building. When Hightower catches sight of them, a short chase ensues, ending at a locked door and Jax screaming, “We just want to talk to you!” but Hightower doesn’t put down his piece until T.O. says that SAMCRO gave him their word that they wouldn’t kill him.
Although we’re an hour into this episode and no one’s died yet, so I can’t be sure.
As Hightower faces Jax and resignedly tells them he has nothing to offer except first names, Chibs circles around Hightower and says “I got this” (I vote for these three words to be sewn onto the SAMCRO cuts), and shoots him in the head … three times … but never fear, it was gentleman-like, since he used his silencer.
Guns are drawn all around as T.O. shouts at Jax, “You gave me your word!”
Promises, promises, you knew you’d never keeeeeeeeeeeeep.
Jax shouts back, “And so did you! You said you were going to deliver him! You didn’t!” Since he has a point, the tension dials down and everyone drops their weapons …
Well, technically I’m just unscrewing my silencer. I can do this all day, people.
T.O., saddened by this turn of events, asks Jax, “Who the hell are you?” Since Jax doesn’t respond, “Ask your mom!” I am also disappointed.
Back at the garage, Bobby confronts Jax and says that he just shit on a 20-year relationship and that his actions hurt the whole club. Jax yells back that Bobby wasn’t there to see Hightower gleefully killing Opie, but he and Chibs were. Bobby walks in to the clubhouse, and Tig follows, telling Jax, “I’ll talk to him”. Chibs stays outside with the cooling-off Jax, and Jax tells Chibs that things are only going to get worse, and he can’t count on Bobby to hang. He asks Chibs for the assurance that Chib will always back him and gets this look in return:
… which is what we’re all thinking. What follows is the archetypal conversation that every good dad has with his grown but insecure son. I’ve always been there, I always will, Come here, I love you kid, man hug, Chibs-ish cheek kiss, forehead bump, followed by the quick excuse to leave the uncomfortably intimate conversation … I so wish Chibs was Jax’s daddy.