05x03 - Whatever I Am You Made Me

[bunniefuu]

I turned her into the thing she hates most.

We didn't have a choice.

She was dead.

And I should have left her dead, Sook.

We're all gonna die.

Hostile!

As new master of this pack, it is your obligation to eat.

I have no interest in being the new Packmaster.

What if Emma is a wolf?

I don't want Emma anywhere near those people.

We both just want what's best for Emma.

No, there is no "we."

Get out.

You're not afraid.

I'm no stranger to dead bodies.

There's that abandoned car that lady called in.

It belongs to a Deborah Susan Pelt.

So what the hell's the car doing here?

Do you know what this is?

The Vampire Bible.

It states that before God created Adam and Eve, he created Lilith who, like God, was a vampire.

Eller ain't dead. He's just off the grid.

I know where he's holed up.

Well, then let's visit him before he visits us.

I will never forgive either of you.

Tara!

We are the Authority.

Do you have anything to say before I pronounce sentence?

I offer you an exchange.

Our lives in return for Russell Edgington.

Russell Edgington is dead.

Sheriff Northman and I consigned him to the ground,

but we did not

k*ll him.

If you would like your entire mainstreaming agenda, and your administration with it, to be completely obliterated,

then by all means

ignore me.

Tara, we just want to help!

Tara! Please let us explain.

We just wanna help, Tara.

Tara!

Tara!

g*dd*mn piece of sh*t.

Ow!

My nail.

Hey! Hi.

Ma'am, can you help me? Because I have never changed a tire before in my life.

And I ...

Listen, I ...

I got no problem with vampires.

In fact, you know, I'm on your side.

I think that y'all should have the same rights that we do.

( theme music playing )

True Blood 5x03

Whatever I Am, You Made Me Original Air Date on June 24, 2012

♪ When you came in

the air went out ♪

♪ And every shadow

filled up with doubt ♪

♪ I don't know

who you think you are ♪

♪ But before the night

is through ♪

♪ I want to do

bad things with you ♪

♪ I'm the kind

to sit up in his room ♪

♪ Heart sick and eyes

filled up with blue ♪

♪ I don't know what

you've done to me ♪

♪ But I know

this much is true ♪

♪ I want to do

bad things with you ♪

♪ Ow, ooh ♪

♪ I want to do

real bad things with you. ♪

Oh, God, please, I don't wanna die.

Don't hurt me. Please, let me go. Please, let me go.

You don't have to do this. You don't have to ...

you can just let me go.

I'm sorry.

Russell Edgington, alive.

What an epic f*cking disaster!

Allow me to take care

of these traitors, Guardian.

They will beg for the true death.

Shouldn't we at least consider their proposal?

Since when do we negotiate with apostates?

If they think

they can smoke out

Russell Edgington, why not let them try?

The odds are they won't survive the fight.

And what kind of precedent does that set, rewarding these traitors for what?

Not following orders

in the first place.

Exactly. We cannot condone this blatant insubordination.

Rosalyn, you would sentence your own maker to the true death if it served your political agenda.

My maker was a pioneer, a true mainstreamer, unlike some people ...

Chancellors, thank you for your input.

Be assured that I will take it all under advisement.

Bless the Blood.

Stay.

The Sanguinistas

have turned Russell Edgington into some kind of hero for ripping out a man's spine on TV.

He has become

the poster boy

for the anti-mainstream movement, their O*ama b*n L*den.

Do you know the one thing more dangerous than a martyr?

A 3,000-year-old vampire who hasn't fed in over a year.

Suffering does not k*ll the appetite for power.

It exacerbates it.

I've dedicated my guardianship to the fight for coexistence, and I will not see it go swirling down the shitter because of one ancient, pissed-off psychopath.

Do you understand what I am saying?

Absolutely, Guardian.

We'll bring him in... or die trying.

What do you think?

Well, they put him in the ground once.

Send in the new Nan Flanagan.

It is an honor to be of service.

Pam? Pam?

I need to talk to you in private.

Excuse me, but this is an emergency.

Excuse me, so is this.

My maker hasn't been home in four days, not that you give a sh*t.

Eric's missing?

Bill's demon spawn thinks they're on some kind of business trip, but we both know the only business Eric ever has with King Bill is the kind that involves almost getting themselves k*lled protecting you.

Whatever they're up to has got nothing to do with me.

Eric and I, and Bill, we're over.

If only.

Pam, listen. Asking you for help again is about the last thing I wanna do right now, but Tara ran away.

She's too fast. We can't catch her.

She's out there somewhere, scared, hungry ...

We had a deal. I held up my end of it.

You haven't done sh*t for me, Tinker Bell, so whatever you're asking ...

Pam, you're her maker. All I need you to do is summon her.

Then we'll take her home and never bother you again.

I promise.

I'm not interested in you or that pathetic excuse for a vampire you had me make, so get out of my bar before I suck you dry.

Find Tara.

f*ck Tara and f*ck you!

God!

Ah!

Crazy!

What are you looking at?

Go back to dry-humping each other and buying my overpriced drinks or get the f*ck out!

What the f*ck?

Help me.

What happened to you?

I'm hungry.

Nan Flanagan,

may the cold bitch rest in peace, went on CNN and told the world Russell Edgington had met the true death more than a year ago.

Tonight, however,

we have learned that

he is still very much alive.

Excuse me, sir, but says who?

Elvis was spotted

buying turkey jerky

in a 7-Eleven in Yakima last Thursday, but that doesn't mean he's still alive.

That just means people will

believe anything they wanna believe.

Humans are not rational.

They are 100%

motivated by fear.

All they want

is to feel safe,

to know that they're good and right and they're gonna end up in a heaven full of puffy clouds with everybody they've ever loved wearing angel wings.

So, you tell me what you what them to believe and I'll sell it to them.

Reverend Newlin, you have been a vampire now

for, what, four months?

And yet you find it

funny to ridicule

and underestimate the human race?

The race that birthed all of us into existence?

Is this some kind of joke?

Revered Newlin was recruited because of his connection to the Fellowship of the Sun.

With his influence in the religious right, he'll be able to speak to people we never hoped to reach.

He can be valuable

if we give him the chance.

Don't be nervous, Steve.

I was new once.

I get it.

All I wanted to do was feed, f*ck, and k*ll.

It took me centuries to realize that humans aren't just talking meat.

They're our ancestors.

None of us would be here

without them.

Have you heard of the Sanguinista Movement?

They believe that humans should be farmed like cattle, owned like slaves.

They believe in nothing.

They've learned nothing from history.

If we do not evolve, if we continue to behave like f*cking savages, the humans will rise up.

They will retaliate with their armies.

It is just a matter of time.

Right now this council

is the only thing preventing a civil w*r.

That is why I need you, Steven.

If, for whatever reason, our sources are unable to bring Russell Edgington in quietly and he winds up on the TV threatening to eat children, I will need a friendly, trustworthy, vampire mainstreamer who knows how to work a crowd.

I won't let you down, sir.

You'd better not.

Make sure Mr. Northman and Mr. Compton are harnessed and thoroughly scanned.

We do not want a repeat of the necromancy bullshit.

Oh. I'll take care of it, Guardian.

Find out everything

you can.

Now, if you guys could take your shirts off for me, that'd be great.

What is that?

We call it the I-Stake.

That's catchy.

Right?

One click and this little sucker will pierce your heart faster than a b*llet.

Wooden-tipped, of course.

All right, there you go.

Pinches a little, I know, but you'll get used to it.

Just imagine it's a training bra.

Well, it's been a long time since I wore one.

How do you trigger these devices?

There's an app for that.

You're joking.

Nope.

So if you try to do something stupid like att*ck me or try and run away or whatever, click and splat.

Efficient.

Same applies if you try and remove the harnesses, FYI.

These things are totally

indestructible ...

waterproof, fireproof, yadda yadda yadda, knows who you had for breakfast and where you go to ground.

So do yourselves a favor ... don't f*ck around, okay?

You guys are too cute to be goo.

Thanks.

sh*t, Sook, I looked everywhere.

Merlotte's?

Her mama's?

Merlotte's closed.

Lettie Mae ain't seen her.

Did you tell them?

What was I gonna say?

"Sorry, Auntie. I had your only daughter turned into a vampire.

Oh, and by the way, she may be brain-damaged, too."

You're welcome.

It's not gonna stay a secret.

Not in this town.

Well, then we'd better figure out some kind of story on how Tara got turned and one that don't end in you blowing that were-bitch's head off and me helping you dispose of her body.

State she in, she could be anywhere, tellin' anybody anything.

It's not what she's telling people that I'm worried about.

Sun's gonna be coming up soon.

We gotta hope she's got enough sense

to go to ground

someplace safe.

Another one?

More. I don't care if it's cold.

You sure?

I'm starving.

Tara, talk to me.

Tell me who did this to you.

All right, I'm calling Lafayette.

Mm-mm.

Sookie? She's your best friend.

Tara, you don't want to talk to me, you need to talk to someone.

No!

Do not f*cking call them, Sam. Don't tell them where I am.

Promise me you'll ...

Tara?

Tara?

Hey, hey, hey. Whoa.

Tara?

Kevin, Rosie.

Morning, Sheriff Bellefleur.

You been working out, hon?

Uh, actually, I have been hitting the weights here and there.

Thanks for noticing.

Gotta watch that figure, huh?

Now that you're a local sex symbol?

Rosie, shut up.

What are you talking about?

What's she talking about?

Answer me, Officer, or I'll have you patrolling park urinals the rest of the month.

Nice mug sh*t, Sheriff.

- Is that Facebook?

I mean, it is a real nice picture.

I mean, from a photography standpoint.

Shut up.

I'm sure the good people of Bon Temps will be real glad to know y'all are spending their hard-earned tax dollars surfing p*rn on the Internet!

Get back to work!

- Sheriff Bellefleur.

What?!

Gordon Pelt. This is my wife Barbara.

We're here to talk to you about our daughter Debbie.

Sorry, uh ...

Mr. and Mrs. Pelt, thank you for coming.

Jimmy, on aisle 3

there's a bag of dog food

that opened.

Clean it up.

Miss Steeler?

Jason Stackhouse.

It's been a long time.

15 years.

I can't believe this.

Wait, last I heard, you'd moved to Indiana and married a podiatrist.

A psychiatrist. We're divorced.

Oh. Sorry about that.

But you're back in Bon Temps.

That's awesome. You still teaching?

No, I quit a long time ago.

Wow, really?

But you were ... you were so great at it.

I remember everything you ever taught me.

I'm sorry. I shouldn't...

I'd better get going.

Jason, don't.

I just need your help with something.

Crunchy or sweet?

Sweet.

Mm.

I cried myself to sleep worrying about you, waiting for you to come home.

I know, and I'm sorry. You deserve a lot better.

Look, whatever is going on with you and Patrick, whatever y'all did over there, you can tell me.

I love you, Terry Bellefleur.

Ain't nothing you say is gonna change that.

Just tell me.

I can't. I promised.

We promised a whole bunch of stuff in our wedding vows.

Don't that count for nothing?

'Course it does, baby.

I don't wanna lie to you.

And I'm real bad at it, anyway.

I'm gonna tell you as much as I can, okay?

Okay.

I'm going somewhere with Patrick and we're leaving right now.

Well, where to?

I can't tell you.

Well, what are you gonna do there?

I can't say.

How long are you gonna be gone?

Don't know.

Okay, well, don't expect me to be waiting for you when you get back.

Morning, Arlene.

You didn't happen to see Tara last night?

I got this.

Hey, peaches and cream, stop all that crying before you mess up your pretty mascara.

Lafayette, go away!

Now, is that a yes or a no on seeing Tara?

No!

Sookie, hey.

Didn't realize you were working today.

Did you see Tara last night?

No.

No. No, why?

I called you a bunch of times and never heard back.

I was hoping maybe she was with you.

Look at her boobs, boobs,

boobs, the way she smells.

Think about that, anything

but the walk-in ... sh*t!

Walk-in, walk-in,

walk-in, walk-in. Damn it!

Walk-in?

Tara's in the walk-in?

f*ck!

It was the only light-tight place I could think of.

Why would you lie to me, Sam?

Well, she made me promise not to tell you.

Is she okay?

Hell, no! She's a vampire!

From how pissed she was at you and Lafayette, I'm guessing you had something to do with that.

She was gonna die.

The less you know about all that, the better, for your own good.

If you hate me, it's fine.

Listen...

you know, my brother d*ed in my arms.

He wanted to go, but I can't help wondering if I should've fought harder.

The way I see it, you gave Tara another chance.

It may not be the kind of life she had in mind, but it's up to her now what she wants to do with it.

Thank you for keeping her safe and... everything.

Can I give you a hug without you thinking about my boobs?

Probably not.

Oh, what the hell. Go ahead.

He put my cousin in the f*cking freezer?

The cold isn't gonna bother her any.

When they sleep, they're basically dead.

We just have to make sure that nobody opens this door until nightfall.

Yeah, and then what?

It's like keeping a pet gator in a bathtub.

We can't handle her by ourselves.

We're just gonna have to find a way.

Sookie, you working today?

'Cause we got prep to do.

Coming.

We have something to satisfy even the most exotic fancies.

The chink, we call her Rubber Ruby.

Show the gentleman why. Would you, darling?

Mm, delightful.

Hmm.

But it is you I came to see.

A good merchant doesn't compete with her merchandise, sir.

And a good customer knows everything has its price.

God damn them.

I am just a blood bag. My life is meaningless.

Good little whore.

Now say,

"Drain me, Daddy.

Drain me till I'm dead."

Drain me, Daddy.

Drain me till I'm dead.

Get your hands off of her.

William, don't.

Oh, Lorena, you procreated.

Oh, and he is protective. How sweet.

Who are you?

Eric Northman.

But to you, the true death.

Eric, please. He's new.

He doesn't understand.

I understand perfectly.

If Mr. Northman wants a fight, he can fight a man.

Well, he is brave and loyal.

Strong for one so young.

It would be a shame to waste a promising vampire simply because his maker failed to educate him on how to treat his elders.

Thank you.

Mm.

We did not know this was your territory.

We deeply regret any inconvenience we may have caused.

Oh, it is the lady you owe the apology to.

A-And $500 for every girl that you drained.

We are sorry.

Aren't we, William?

You had better get him under control.

I believe we have a debt to settle.

Hello.

Hey. Oh!

That's a cute kitty.

Oh, don't take it personally.

Prince Charming doesn't like sharing me.

He used to pee in my ex-husband's shoes.

Prince Charming, huh? Well, that explains it.

A name like that's just too much to live up to.

So, what's your life been like?

Are you married? You have a girlfriend?

I ain't had the best of luck in that department.

One d*ed

right next to me,

one was married to a gay preacher.

Crystal was a ...

Let's not even go there.

But right now I'm f*ck buddies with the love of my best friend's life, who's a teenage vampire.

It's just all kinds of messed up.

But it's really great to see you.

I mean, really great.

I've thought about you a lot over the years.

Me, too.

What happened between us was ...

Amazing, I know.

I was gonna say wrong.

I made a terrible mistake.

I never meant to hurt you or take advantage of you.

Oh.

I'm so sorry.

Well, I'm not.

You taught me how to do the only thing I ever been great at.

Jason, no.

I don't care what you say ... that ain't no mistake.

This ain't no mistake.

Jason.

Oh, God.

You found her car where?

In Bon Temps.

Off Hummingbird Lane.

Does she have any friends there?

Friends?

I wouldn't say that.

Well, what would you say?

Our daughter's missing,

Herveaux.

As far as we know, you're the last person who saw her.

Honey, calm down. This isn't helping.

We know you two had a fight.

She called us, said she was coming home to Jackson, only she never showed up.

It was more than a fight.

I abjured her.

You what?

Sorry to be

the one to tell you,

but she's back on the blood.

Caught her running

around on me again.

Abjuring her was the only way I knew how to end it for good.

You're lying.

She's been sober for over a year.

She wanted to marry you, have your cubs.

Well, screwing her new Packmaster was a hell of way of showing it.

That's my little girl you're talking about.

If you hurt her, you son of a bitch ...

Gordon, stop.

I didn't do anything to Debbie.

She's probably holed up with some drainer, getting loaded.

They found her wallet, Alcide.

All her money, her phone.

Now, I know Debbie's no angel.

Something's happened to her, I can feel it.

If there's anything you can do to help us find her, we're at the Sunshine Inn.

Yeah, I know her.

That's Debbie Pelt.

You seen her recently?

About a week ago.

She gave me a ride to Shreveport to run some errands.

And you haven't seen her since?

Did something happen to her?

Been missing a few days.

We found her car abandoned about a quarter-mile from your house.

That's weird.

Jason tells me you said Debbie was "batshit crazy."

What's that mean?

Her boyfriend's a good friend of mine.

We try to get along, but we aren't BFFs.

She can be unpredictable.

Bet she didn't appreciate her boyfriend being friends with a single gal like you.

Or maybe you and this Alcide Herveaux were a little more than friends.

Andy, if you're suggesting ...

I ain't suggesting. I'm asking.

Was Debbie Pelt jealous of your relationship with her boyfriend?

I don't know.

I do know she's a V addict, she's paranoid, and can be real nasty.

If something happened to her, I'm sorry.

But she brought it on herself.

Why don't you tell that to her parents?

They're here searching for their only daughter.

V addicts have parents, too, and they deserve the same justice as me or you.

Well, justice is your job, not mine.

So unless disliking someone's a crime and you're gonna arrest me for it, I gotta get back to work, okay?

For now.

Hey, Sheriff Andy.

Miss Cleary. Speak to you outside?

We f*cked and our asses is goings to jail.

He doesn't know anything.

It didn't sound that way to me.

I listened to his thoughts.

He's more concerned about the size of his rear end right now than he is about Debbie Pelt. Trust me.

I know you've been through a lot, but I need you to keep your eye on that walk-in and try and act like your normal, fabulous self.

Can you do that for me?

Arlene!

These beans is colder than titties in a brass bra.

Come on, now. sh*t.

- Well, all right!

Jesus!

What's your problem?

I never seen her before.

How about this one?

On Facebook?

Oh, I'm gonna skin those brats alive.

I will make sure they take it down before anyone else sees it.

Facebook already took it down.

It don't matter, though.

I could walk down Main Street naked with a bag on my head, folks'd still know it was me.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

Nah, don't worry about it.

A town like this, people'll stop talking about it in 15 years.

Anyway, now that the cat's out of the bag, uh, if you wanna, I don't know, take whatever this is to the next level, we got nothing to lose.

Sheriff Andy, are you asking me to go steady?

I guess I am.

Well you ... you realize I'm a witch, right?

My kids are delinquents. I live in a motel.

Well, I live with my grandma, and I'm an alcoholic and a recovering V addict and the laughingstock of the Renard Parish Sheriff's Department.

How'd we get so lucky?

Wow!

That was ...

I had no idea how much I needed that.

I got half a box of wine in the cooler.

Want some?

Wait.

You ... you were right.

What we did back then ...

it was a mistake.

Wh ...

Jason. Wait.

Don't leave.

Jason.

Good-bye, Miss Steeler.

Thank you for joining me, Mr. Compton.

Did I have a choice?

There are always choices.

Are you comfortable in your new quarters?

As comfortable as one can be with a stake against his heart.

A necessary precaution.

I'm sure you understand.

Walk with me?

Do you know who I am?

You're Salome, beheader of John the Baptist, dancer of the Seven Veils.

Don't believe everything you read.

The human Bible, it's little better than "Us Weekly."

They made me a convenient villain, a symbol for dangerous female sexuality.

But I was just a girl with a severely f*cked-up family.

So, you didn't ask for a man's head on a silver platter?

Politics.

John denounced my mother's remarriage to my uncle, the king.

She wanted him silenced, so she saw an opportunity in her new husband's fondness for teenage virgins.

The trade was her idea.

Your mother traded your body for revenge.

And the Dance of the Seven Veils?

They wrapped me

in sheer scarves

when I was delivered to my uncle's bed.

I suppose you can call what followed a dance of sorts.

The humans of my youth,

they were far more savage than any vampires I've known.

Anyway...

the world's different now, and so am I.

And yet you still have the attention of the Guardian.

And you still have the power to send men to their deaths.

So perhaps not that much has changed after all.

I like you, Mr. Compton.

I've been tracking your political career for some time, and...

your rise has been quite impressive.

Well, I am flattered.

Though why someone of your stature would be interested in a small-town monarch such as myself is a mystery to me.

Humility is for humans.

Do you know what I admire the most about you?

Clearly not my ability to take orders.

Your heart.

You still let it rule you.

A rare quality amongst our kind.

We've become so jaded.

We celebrate our own cynicism.

I want to help you.

Why?

Because something about you moves me.

And in over 2,000 years, I've learned to trust that feeling.

The question is...

can I trust you?

How can I prove it to you when you already have my life in your hands?

Perhaps by taking my life in yours.

What do you think?

Honey, you are hotter than barbecue Tabasco sauce in that dress.

But if you're doing all this for Jason Stackhouse,

trust me, you don't

gotta work so hard.

What's that supposed to mean?

Well, there ain't

no nice way of saying this,

but God gave that boy a penis and a brain ...

only enough blood to run one at a time.

Well, you don't know him.

He's actually a really good guy.

Oh, sweetie, I've known him all my life.

You seem like

a nice vampire.

I just don't want to see you get hurt, that's all.

Really?

'Cause I think you just want me to know that you and Jason fooled around and that he dumped you, which I can't say I blame him for.

But if you want me to keep spending my daddy's money in your podunk store, I suggest you stop talking sh*t about my friends.

Okay, sweetie?

Yes, ma'am.

I'll get this one and one in red and those shoes, thanks.

Hi.

Welcome to Tracy's Togs. I'm Tracy.

How can I help you?

I'm picking up an order.

Garter belts.

These for your girlfriend or your wife?

My sisters.

You sure got a lot of sisters.

16.

You smell awesome.

What are you?

W-Wait. Hey, wait!

Hey, you gotta pay for that dress!

Shh!

Hey, where'd you go?

Hey, I can smell you...

everywhere!

I know you.

Yeah, you're Jessica's.

No, not anymore.

Honey, the eyeliner, the desperation ...

they'll eat you alive in here.

Well, that's what I'm hoping for.

What's it like, being what you are?

Oh, it would take several of your lifetimes to answer that question.

Then make me a vampire and we'll have all the time in the world.

You don't know what you're asking.

Yes, I do.

I'm not afraid.

I can see that.

Most humans beg me to spare their lives and you want me to take yours.

I want you to give me one worth living.

Well, you seem to be doing quite well for yourself.

Your profession may not be glamorous, but it's more honest than most.

Do you know what happens to women like me when we get old?

We're pariahs.

We die alone in the dark ...

syphilis, TB.

If you had any idea what kind of life awaits me, you wouldn't hesitate to turn me.

And if you had any idea of the responsibility that comes with being a maker, you wouldn't dare ask.

Then make me and leave me.

I'll take care of myself. I always have.

Would you toss a newborn baby in a gutter?

Abandoning a new vampire is no different.

Becoming a maker is an eternal commitment ...

greater than any marriage, deeper than any human bond.

To throw that away is sacrilege.

An honorable vampire.

Isn't that a contradiction?

No more than an intelligent whore, yet here we are.

Pamela.

What have you done?

Let me walk the world with you, Mr. Northman...

or watch me die.

Sheriff Northman.

Good evening.

Thank you, Chancellor, for your support at the hearing.

We owe you our lives.

You can stop performing.

I have this room swept for bugs daily.

We can be ourselves here.

Please, sit down.

You surprise me.

And that doesn't happen very often.

I expected you to at least try and save her.

Who?

Your sister.

Don't worry, your secret is safe.

Even Nora has no idea I know.

How?

Godric.

He was glorious before he lost his way.

He loved you the most.

Well, now I see why.

So Nora risked everything for you, and you're willing to let us execute her for it.

What choice do I have?

There are always choices.

Godric gave you one while you bled out on that pyre.

Be his companion or die.

Are you lonely?

Is this how you make friends?

Friends you can trust are a rare commodity.

I sponsored Nora's chancellorship.

Did you know that?

Hmm.

I mentored her.

So her betrayal makes you look particularly bad.

You're cold.

But it's because you've been hurt, and that wound is still fresh.

I heal quickly.

Perhaps I can help you speed that along.

What do you want from me?

You know what I want.

I want to be your friend.

But it's what you want that intrigues me.

You k*lled Hayes, conspired with known Sanguinistas

to aid in Compton

and Northman's escape.

As we say in Texas, honey, if you find yourself in a hole, the first thing you do is stop digging.

And as we say in Surrey, sod the f*ck off, you cunting twat!

Here's my theory:

I think you did it

all for love.

So which one is it, hmm?

The sheriff or the king?

Both?

Well, see, now that's a sandwich I'd take a bite out of anytime.

Well, since their lives apparently mean nothing to you, we'll just go ahead and activate their I-Stakes.

Wait!

Yes, I believe vampires were made in God's image.

I believe that mainstreaming is an abomination, and I believe that Lilith will rise from the Blood and rip your blasphemous f*cking heads off and dance in your muck!

Good girl.

Now, doesn't that make you feel better, hmm?

Hey. I just had the weirdest experience.

Yeah, so did I.

There was this guy and I could smell his blood.

I'm sorry, I know

that grosses you out,

but it smelled like cotton candy and fresh baked bread and f*cking sex ...

the most delicious thing I've ever smelled in my life.

Why are you telling me this?

'Cause after he ran away, all I could think about was you.

Inside of me.

Just ...

What?

N-Nothing, nothing.

Let's do this.

Okay.

Yeah.

I'm sorry, is there something wrong?

You know what? Yeah.

I ain't some mechanical bull you can come and ride on whenever you feel like it.

What the hell happened to you today?

Let's see. Uh, well ...

I realized I got this big f*cking hole inside of me that I've been filling with sex,

'cause that's what I got taught to do.

'Cause I was too f*cking young, and it felt too f*cking good, and it made it all go away.

But it ain't working no more.

And I don't know how to deal with what I'm feeling.

I can't do this right now.

Just go.

Listen, we don't have to have sex.

Uh ...

We could just talk.

I just want to be your friend.

See, the minute you do that, my d*ck starts screaming,

"Dude, just shut up and f*ck her."

I can't be friends with a girl. I don't know how.

Yeah, you do.

You already are.

So, I'm gonna go put on a pair of your sweats and you're gonna grab yourself a beer, and then you're gonna tell me what the hell happened today.

And maybe I'll have some advice, maybe I'll just listen.

See?

It's that easy.

Mm-hmm.

Hello?

Is somebody in here?

No!

Rise and shine.

Breakfast is ready.

Come on now, hooker, drink.

We gotta get you outta here ... oh!

Don't f*cking touch me.

They found her car near your house.

I heard.

She's back on the V.

I don't know what she's capable of.

Thanks for the warning, but I gotta get back to work.

I tell you Russell Edgington's on the loose, you throw me out of your house.

I tell you Debbie's MIA, maybe gunning for you, you act like it's no big deal.

I get you're tough, but that don't mean you have to be stupid.

I appreciate you caring, but that doesn't mean you get to talk to me like that.

Excuse me.

Hey!

There's something going on here, something you're not telling me, and I wanna know what.

Nothing's going on, Alcide.

Oh, sh*t, Tara! Oh!

God. f*ckin' ...

Lafayette, you okay?

What in tarnation ... oh, my God.

Tara, what are you doing in there?

Seriously, Sookie? This is your plan?

To pretend none of it happened?

Why don't we talk about it outside, alone?

Why? Afraid he won't think you're so cute

once he knows

what you did?

You know that's not why.

Tara, please.

Oh!

f*ck off!

Hey, Sookie and Lafayette are your friends.

They're trying

to help you.

Turning me into a monster?

I don't need that kind of help, and I don't need yours either.

Tara, wait ...

All I can think about is ripping out y'all's f*cking throats, so stay the hell away from me for your own sakes, or I swear to God I'll do it.

Nothing's going on, huh?

So, I had a visit this evening from a certain chancellor.

Interesting.

What, you, too?

You know what they say about gentlemen ...

they don't brag about sloppy seconds.

Oh.

What the hell does she want from us?

I have no idea, but something tells me she usually gets what she wants.

Did you have fun?

They're not Sanguinista.

And how do you know that?

'Cause Sanguinista aren't unshakable in their beliefs.

Mr. Compton is still looking

for something to believe in,

and Mr. Northman ... he only believes in himself.

I think we can trust them.

I'm not sure we can trust anyone anymore.

Nora confessed.

She is Sanguinist.

Roman...

your dismissal of the vampire Bible, your focus on mainstreaming above all else has divided vampires everywhere.

Perhaps it's time to consider a change of course.

That's exactly what they f*cking want.

They're recruiting one of my very own chancellors, trying to undermine my guardianship from the inside.

Mainstreaming is working.

It is changing the world.

If JFK or Martin Luther King had backed off civil rights ...

Maybe they'd still be alive.

There have been assassination threats, uprising in Estonia, the Middle East.

The Sanguinista are organizing against you.

I'm afraid for you, that's all.

Don't be.

With you as my secret w*apon, how can I lose?

What?

Just waiting on that gumbo.

Turning your own flesh and blood into a vampire ...

who does that?

I hear you.

I'm standing right here. Gumbo ain't ready yet.

Now get the f*ck up out my kitchen!

Shame, Lafayette.

Shame on you!

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

No, no, no. No.

No.

She was trying to get to me. Tara jumped in front ...

And Debbie sh*t Tara?

I got the g*n and I ...

What, Sookie?

Say it.

Say it.

I k*lled her.

You were never gonna tell me?

You were gonna let me go looking for her?

Wondering what the hell happened to her?

Yes.

Because you loved her. You forgave her for everything.

I didn't know what you were gonna do ...

Oh, bullshit!

I have had your back since the day we met.

And you owe me more than lying to my f*cking face!

Alcide! I'm sorry!

I wish I could ...

Shut up!

I don't wanna hear it.

I don't wanna hear another word.

I don't ...

I don't have a right to ask, but I need to know what you're gonna do.

I need to know if you're gonna tell anyone.

You stupid bitch.

♪ I was an innocent child ♪

♪ Till you taught me

your style ♪

♪ But the love

that you made ♪

♪ It drove me

stone wild ♪

♪ But don't scandalize me ♪

♪ Save me ♪

♪ Whatever I am, you made me ♪

♪ Whatever I done, you made me ♪

♪ You know I'm trying to hang on♪

♪ because my love is so strong♪

♪ Got me doing things that you know ain't right♪

♪ Whatever I am, you made me ♪

♪ Whatever I done, you made me ♪