The guards put all the SoA guys in the community shower antechamber so they can draw straws. Jax lets Chibs and Tig know that Pope wants one of them dead. Tig asks if it’s him, and Jax tells him that Pope wants him alive and inside. Once I replay the unintelligible sexiness that is Chibs’s voice, I finally figure out that he says, “So, I’ll be handling this, Jackie.”
I fucking love you, Chibs. I hope you and your crazy accent don’t die. P.S. I love it when you call him Jackie. It’s endearing, like you’re his favorite uncle or something.
Jax tells Chibs hell, no, Pope doesn’t decide this … we do. The guards come in and the sergeant asks if SoA is leaving in the guards’ hands to decide. Jax says, “My call” and goes to punch the sergeant. Opie pushes him out of the way and headbutts the sergeant. Opie’s being held back by one of the guards, the sergeant pulls out his gun to keep Jax, Chibs and Tig back and they drag Opie into the shower. I’m a little bit ashamed but I’m crying right now, Gasmi. The sergeant and his guards drag Opie into the empty shower room, kick a pipe over to him and tell Opie to keep it interesting. Jax screams to him from behind the glass, and Opie says, “I got this.” There are no words.
Right there with you Jax. Pass the fucking Kleenex.
The Tampa Bay four come in and surround Opie. Though he gets in a few good hits, there is no happy Jason Statham ending. It’s fucking brutal, Gasmii, and I don’t want to go over the play-by-play, but feel free to look it up on YouTube if you’d like to see a good man go down.
The greatest gift a Kurt Sutter character can give is to lay down his life for his brothers. RIP Ope
After a commercial break that Jax and I needed desperately, we see Jax back in the solitary cell he shared so briefly with his best friend. The sergeant, Macke, comes in to tell Jax he and the SoA guys remaining are going back into general population and the commander wants to see Jax. On their walk to the commander’s office, Jax tells Macke that he’ll be seeing him soon on the outside.
You’re done, fucker.
At Diosa, Gemma’s recovering from her hormone flash with some alcohol and a joint. Nero comes in to give her an update. He tells her that Emma Jean left — to go work for another escort service. Gemma cost him an earner.
My bad. Doesn’t my awesome va-jay-jay earn me a mulligan?