More on her later, but right now, we’ve got some secrets to spill:
That’s Why You’re a Freak –Chucky Marstein is the single greatest fingerless, kazoo playing motherf**ker with a compulsive masturbation disorder to ever grace the small screen. I just needed to put that out there.
“Guy with the kazoo’s pretty interesting,”
“We found him in a basket on our doorstep.”
Sister Be Doing It With the Real Thing — District Attorney Patterson, who cut Nero loose last week after her conscience got the better of her when the father of a school-shooting victim took his own life, still isn’t giving up on SAMCRO. With her options dwindling, she decides to put a shadow on the MC and see what shakes out. Eli Roosevelt, however, goes all Unser and tips Jax off to the surveillance, because Eli Roosevelt plays by his own goddamn rules, thank you very much. The surveillance costs Jax the Stockton business with Dirty Robocop and Colette, who reappeared to deliver all of three lines this week before ducking out again, her one-night stand with Jax and Robocop’s jealousy over it still a lingering presence that Sutter may or may not pick back up on this season.
With that, and the knowledge that Patterson tried to turn Nero on the club (secret number one), Jax had had enough. After a vote, Jax went to the D.A. and offered her a deal that sounded similar to the deal he offered to Agent June Stahl several seasons ago: He’ll give up the Irish (specifically Galen O’Shay), and all that Patterson has to do is give the club immunity on all the gun charges. This time, as opposed to the deal he made with Stahl, Jax did it with the full support of the MC. “I’m the scumbag outlaw, and you’re the pilar of justice. And neither one of us like looking at ourself in the mirror,” Jax reasoned. Patterson took the bait, agreeing not only to immunity but to take another look at Tara’s case if Jax delivers O’Shay in the next ten days.
God Put Man on this Earth for Three Reasons: Eating, Fighting, and Tearing Up Tight, Wet P*ssy — And the episode’s moment of levity award goes to Clay Morrow, for his rousing, crowd-pleasing sermon on the virtues of vagina. “CAN I GET AN AMEN FOR P*SSY?” He ended the sermon, of course, by taking communion, only instead of a wafer, he ATE A GUARD’S NOSE OFF. … And just like that, Clay is awesome again.
The sermon was designed to get Clay put in the psych, where he was given the full-on Hannibal Lector treatment. The Irish paid off a doctor, to allow Clay a few minutes to make some calls and set up his gun-running gig with the IRA, then the guards paid off the doctor to give them some time alone to BEAT THE GALL BLADDER OUT OF CLAY. “Sermon’s over sh*thead.” I like a doctor who show allegiance only to bribes. You can always trust money. It never lies to you.
Still, it looks like the plan with the Irish is otherwise running smoothly.