And now we’ve come to the Election Reference scene. In Oakland, Jax meets with Lin (head of the Chinese drug-running gang in Oakland), the guy who replaced the guy who replaced Darnell (the head of the Niners), and Marcus (the President of the Mayans).
One of these guys is voting for Romney … one of these guys does not belong.
It’s The Drug War’s version of The Rainbow Coalition. Jax tries to talk them all into going along with Pope’s plan. He tells Marcus and Lin that the extra 30 kilos the Sons move for Pope won’t touch their turf in Oakland; the Niners will be moving the 30 extra keys to NV and selling there. Marcus tells Jax that a lot of shit has happened since Jax became president of SAMCRO, and in a phrase stolen right out of Obama’s debate playbook, Jax answers Marcus,
“I inherited this shit.”
Marcus tells Jax grudgingly that he’ll go along with Pope’s plan as long as SAMCRO keeps the Niners in line. As an afterthought, Jax turns to Lin, who also agrees.
Since when does anyone care about the Asian vote?
On his way back to his bike, Jax sees August (Pope’s right-hand man) drive up and walk over. He hands Jax a piece of paper, and though Jax is disappointed when August tells him it’s not the name and address of the guys responsible for the Charming home invasions, his interest is piqued when August tells him it’s info that’s worth his while, and a goodwill gesture on Pope’s part.
Please tell me that’s the address of the nearest McDonald’s.
August drives them over to the address, and we see it’s Sgt. Mack’s house — the prison guard who set up Opie’s fight to the death. August tells Jax that Mack has no kids and his wife won’t be home ’til 6 pm. Jax tells Chibs to call Tig and tell him to bring the wagon.
You may want to re-think the lawn mowing and enjoy one last ball game and beer instead, buddy.
I wonder if he bought that shiny new John Deere with Opie’s blood money …
At Casa Morrow, Carla’s tableau is not complete yet.
Your phone has a camera, too?
Carla tells Gemma to get to BJ’ing, and Nero can’t take it, especially since chicks usually don’t cry when they’re going down on him. He leaps out of bed and tells Carla to go ahead and shoot him, but he’s not doing it anymore. But then she pulls a wildcat and shoots herself instead.
Drink! (Can I tell you how many attempts it took me to get a splatter-free screen shot?)
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Thanks for the recap..it just made me laugh so hard in a few spots. I think back on how many women died in this episode and how terribly violent Jax killing the Sgt was..and find it mind boggling that you were snarky enough to make me find it funny. Loved the picture of poor Bobby being helped up and how the fatty is the weak link! By the way..how did they get their motorcycles fixed already..they were just blown up? Did they buy new?
Thx, Toni! I appreciate the kind words. I think they make the prospects work round the clock, like Santa’s elves, to build new custom bikes.
This review looks good to me! I love you’re comments below the pics especially the one about making satchel bags labled with the types of money. Can you imagine? Police:”What you got in the bag sir?” Jax:”Oh uh just the weekly whore money? See its labled! Can’t you read!?”
Lets do the cops job for them lol.
“How dare you insinuate that a club member would turn against his brothers for his own personal gain! That would never happen in MY club!” LMAO. Touche, Applepie….touche. I thought the same thing there.
Awesome recap. Awesome show. And I guess that whole “Complete and brutal honesty/truth” pact that Jax and Tara made to one another early on in the series and their relationship has completely gone out the window,eh?
I don’t know about anyone else, but Clay having juice in his back pocket like he does lately is making me uneasy.
Lastly, reguardless of the whole “It’s just a show” factor, two inconsistent things in this ep annoyed me. One being the peaceful, un-disturbed appearence on Roosevelt’s wife on her deathbed. No tube down her throat, iv’s, oxygen tubing…nothin. Iv’e seen many dead people in the hospital, and they never look groomed, clean, and comfortable like that, ESPECIALLY gun shot wound patients. Second, no doctor (especially female), would be permitted to treat a death row inmate in privacy like that. There would, at the very least, be a guard posted in the room, ready to use force if anything should happen to endanger said doctor.
Anyway, keep up the good work, apple!