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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
kill 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!

Goddamn piece of shit.

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.

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♪ True Blood 5x03 ♪
Whatever I Am, You Made Me
Original Air Date on June 24, 2012

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♪ 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
fucking 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 Osama bin Laden.

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 kill
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 shit.

- 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 killed

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 shit 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.

Fuck Tara and fuck you!

God!

Ah!

Crazy!

What are you looking at?

Go back to dry-humping each other
and buying my overpriced drinks

or get the fuck out!

- What the fuck?
- 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, fuck, and kill.

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 fucking 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 war.

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 bullet.

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

attack 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 fuck around, okay?

- You guys are too cute to be goo.
- Thanks.

Shit, 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 fucking 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 shot, 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 porno
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-- shit!

Walk-in, walk-in,
walk-in, walk-in. Damn it!

Walk-in?

- Tara's in the walk-in?
- Fuck!

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
died 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 fucking 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 died
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 fuck 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 fucked

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. Shit.
- 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
fucked-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 shit 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 killed 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 fuck 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
fucking 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 fucking 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
fucking hole inside of me

that I've been
filling with sex,

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

'Cause I was too fucking young,
and it felt too fucking 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 dick starts screaming,

"Dude, just shut up
and fuck 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 fucking 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, shit, Tara! Oh!

- God. Fuckin'--
- 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!
- Fuck 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 fucking 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 fucking 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 weapon,
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 fuck 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 shot Tara?
- I got the gun and I--

What, Sookie?

Say it.

Say it.

I killed 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 fucking 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.

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

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 ♪