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Sookie.

What about Sookie?

I love you, sweetheart.
I do.

I'm so, so sorry.

You'll be safe
from that monster forever!

You're okay, Sookie.
I got you.

You're okay.
I got you.

I got you.

Shh, it's all right.
Oh, Sookie.

Oh, my sweet,
precious Sookie.

She'll never be yours!

Don't! I said don't!

It's not him talking.

It's the spirit
of my father inside him.

- Your father?
- Blast him with your light.

Maybe it'll make
that son of a bitch leave.

Lafayette?

- Sook?
- Is he still here?

Yeah.

Tell him to get
the fuck outta my life.

Forever.

You heard her.

♪ True Blood 6x06 ♪
Don't You Feel Me
Original Air Date on July 21, 2013

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

♪ 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. ♪

Nothing's happening.

You assured me
this would be violent.

Patience, Sarah.
Patience.

You made another vampire?

I did.

Here we go.

Well, shit.

Fascinating.

- I think we should go.
- You were always a pussy.

God damn!

I see you,
Steve Newlin.

I had nothing
to do with this.

They made me!

Drop it!

So let me get
this hetero straight.

So you's a vampire that can
come out in the daytime.

Yeah, in a nutshell.

Oh, there goes
the damn neighborhood.

Well, sorry, Sook. I don't mean
to make light of the situation.

What is it?

- Lilith.
- You mean Bill?

She let me save you.
Now she's calling me back.

Listen to me, Warlow.
He's gonna kill you.

I know a place where
we can be safe from him,

but I'm gonna need
your help to get there.

I need you to take my hands.

You saved my life twice. Now it's
time for you to let me save yours.

Now take both my hands.

Can you still feel him?

No.
No, he's gone.

Good.

Jessica!

When you felt my pull,

how close to killing you
did I come?

Jessica?

No.

It's happening.

Lilith?

Lilith?

Jason Stackhouse?

The one and only.

- Thank you for waiting.
- Not a problem.

But I want you to know,

every minute you waste
not fast-tracking me

onto this fuckfanger
police force

is a minute wasted
where I'm not out there

fucking some fangers up.

Sir, the LAVTF does not
exist to fuck anyone up.

Bullshit.

It exists to keep those fangers
down where they belong.

How about I just go through
the questionnaire?

- Let's do this.
- All right.

Vampires,

what basic general
knowledge do you have

of their various
characteristics,

abilities, weaknesses,
et cetera?

All of 'em.
Next question.

Mr. Stackhouse,
that wasn't really an answer.

Yes, it was.
All of 'em.

One, characteristics--

pale, cold, no breath,

come in all shapes
and sizes.

Two, abilities--

strong,
sonic hearing, fast,

some of them
can even fly.

Three, weaknesses--
silver, UV light,

fire,
wood to the heart,

stake or bullet,
it don't matter.

Oh, and, uh,
"beheadingism."

Just cuttin' their head
right off by the throat.

- Well, I'll be.
- Yeah.

Just slicing that motherfucker
across his or her neck

is a pretty strong
weakness, I think.

Have you killed
many vampires?

Of course.

And how many would you say
you've killed?

This week?

You know, I think I'm just gonna
go get my supervisor right now.

Right on.

Racist fucks.

- I need you to put me into a coma.
- What?

The last time I communed with Lilith,
I was unconscious, comatose.

I need you to induce
that state.

You people,
you're all crazy.

I would not even know
where to begin.

You will drain me
of all my blood

until I am within
one inch of the true death.

Do you understand?

You will leave me that way
until tomorrow,

at which point you will
transfuse all my blood,

in its entirety,
back into my body.

Are we clear?

Let's do it.

I got the clerk
to print out directions.

- Sam.
- Where's Emma?

In the bathroom
crying.

- Emma?
- Don't bother her. She wants to be alone.

- Well, is she all right?
- No, she's not all right.

- She's scared to fucking death, Sam.
- All right, I'll talk to her.

And say what? What can
you possibly say to her?

She's in there crying to me,
asking about her grandmother,

wondering if she's ever
gonna see this woman again.

It's not
that simple, Nicole.

Oh, fuck.
Don't give me that, Sam.

Come on.

Is how fucked up
this situation is

ever gonna sink in
with you?

Is your solution
really running?

No, not running.

Luna wanted me to take her.
It was her dying wish.

Okay, fine, fine.

But where are you taking her?
Where are we taking her?

I hear you, Nicole.
Jesus Christ.

You cannot keep running.
You just can't.

'Cause it's not
just you running,

it's a little girl who
lost her mom and her dad.

Shit, she's got nobody.

She's got me.

You sure that's enough?

Sookie?

I know you said you wanted
to be left alone,

but I'm gonna need you
to tie me up.

Excuse me?

Night is coming.

The sun's right
over our heads.

Here because the sun
will never set on this plane.

But it's coming.
I can sense it.

And I don't want
to hurt you.

Well, if you don't
wanna hurt me,

why don't
you just not?

It's not that easy.

In my heart, I am still
a creature of light.

But when
darkness falls...

I don't understand.

I've been with you
at nighttime before.

Yeah, I know.

And on all those other
occasions, I had already fed.

It's not something
I'm proud of, believe me.

I can't be trusted,
Sookie.

Grab some vines
off this tree.

You're a pretty old vampire.

You sure that stone's
gonna hold you?

I've bound it to the earth
with my light.

Believe me,
it's not going anywhere.

Get behind me,
tie my hands together.

Tighter.

Seal that knot
with your light.

That's good.

Okay, now what?

- Now we wait.
- Okay.

We can talk,
if you'd like.

About what?

Anything, I...

You know, I, uh...

I really wish
there had been some way

for you to not find out
about your parents.

Don't worry about it.
It's my fault.

I shouldn't have
convened a séance.

No, listen to me.

You are the only person in this
who bears none of the blame.

You've done
nothing wrong, Sookie.

You've done nothing.

All this time...

I thought
they loved me, but--

Dad?

Yeah, I'll
be right there, son.

Ah.

You remember Jenny,
don't you?

- How you doin', Jenny?
- I've had worse days.

- Come on in.
- I'm good here.

Don't you think she should
put some clothes on?

Oh, come on,
we're werewolves.

Butch the fuck up.

You wanna talk, talk.

We got ourselves
a happy little coincidence.

Your shifter's here.

What room are they in?

I don't think you oughta
do anything about it,

but I thought I'd give you
the information

so you wouldn't hold it against
me if you found out I didn't.

What room are they in?

117.

Be right back, Jenny.

Okey-dokey, big daddy.

- Save me some chicken.
- I will.

Merlotte.

Merlotte!

- Where the fuck are they?
- I don't know.

When's the last time
you spotted them?

- A few hours.
- You couldn't have called me sooner?

Well, I had Jenny
and the meter was running...

That's my fuckin' money
in the meter.

Let me get dressed.

If you're going after him,
I'm going with you.

- Son.
- You're staying right fuckin' here.

Sometimes what's
good for the pack

ain't what's good
for the wolf.

I ain't interested.

Stay.

I thought
you'd never come.

- Hey.
- Christ Fandango!

- Holly.
- Daddy.

Sorry-- sorry, Number Four.
Go back to sleep.

Actually, can we talk
for a minute?

Yes, darling?

Do you think,
before you go to work,

that you could...
maybe give me a real name?

Seems only fair.

Of course.
Of course it does.

Yeah.

Where do I start?

Go with the As.

Okay, um...

back in the first grade,
I knew a girl named Adilyn.

Super pretty,
super nice.

She moved away.

Never met another
Adilyn since.

- Until now.
- Until now.

Thing is, how--

how am I gonna
remember my sisters?

Oh, honey, you ain't ever
gonna forget your sisters.

No, I wanna remember them
every time someone says my name.

I want them
to be a part of me.

Can I give her four names,
like a hyphenate?

I don't see why not.

Okay, Adilyn.

Number One,

she seemed like a...

Braelyn.

And Number Two was...

a Charlaine.

- And Number Three--
- How about Danika?

I was just thinkin' that.

I know, Daddy. How do
you think I picked it?

Not sure I'm ever
gonna get used to that.

So, my name is

Adilyn Braelyn
Charlaine Danika?

I have a name.

You sure do, sweetie.

A real nice one.

Mm-mm!

Bitch, you gonna be
fresh to death.

Mm.

Beautiful.

Mm.

Mr. Bellefleur.

I ain't disturbing you
or nothing, am I?

No, just me, this blunt,
and my glue gun.

I don't get very many quiet
nights to myself these days.

So, what brings
you here, good sir?

Uh, I just came here...

for...

For?

Now, Terry, you actin'
real strange, even for Terry.

- I need to give you something.
- Ooh!

I do love presents.

- It's a safety-deposit box key.
- I don't follow.

A key
to my safety-deposit box.

I want you
to have it.

What if I ain't so sure
I wants your key?

Just take
the fuckin' key!

Terry,
now what the fuck?

No-- nothing.

There's no
"the fuck."

I just think we have
the kind of friendship

where we can give
each other keys, is all.

Oh, well, I don't have
a key for you.

I'm cool with that.

I just, uh...

My key--

I want you to have it.

Will you accept it?

Uh, you got it.

Thank you.

Terry.

Terry!

Okay, bye-bye.
Thanks for calling, Lafayette.

Oh, shit.

Arlene, you all right?

No.

What's wrong, honey?

I think Terry's
gonna kill himself.

- What?
- He's been acting super off lately,

and then Lafayette
just called

and said Terry showed up
at his door tonight

with keys to
a safety-deposit box

that I know
nothing about.

Let's just slow down.

It's that war,
that fucking war.

No matter how much time
passes by,

the demons he's carrying,
they just won't go away.

But suicide?

I mean, are you sure you're not
just jumping to conclusions here?

No, I feel it
in my gut.

And you know a woman's
gut's never wrong.

God, what am
I gonna do, Holly?

My life just don't work
without that man.

Oh, come here.

What if we were--

and I know how you feel
about vampires...

Oh, no, I don't--
I'll try anything.

Just give me something
I can hold onto.

What if we were to get
a vampire to make him forget?

Holy shit.

Oh, God.

Of course. I wasn't
even thinking straight.

Of course that's the answer.
Well, who should we call?

- Jessica?
- No.

No, no, no.
Not Jessica.

Oh, but my son's
friend's dad's husband, Matt--

he's a vampire.

- He owes me one.
- Okay.

- Let me see.
- Your son's friend's dad's husband.

Husband, yeah.
They're gay.

- So, you were born...
- 3532 B.C.

- And you were made?
- 3500.

Okay, I can't do the math,
but that sounds like

an awful long time
to wait for someone.

You're special.

I ain't that special.

I want you to know
something, Sookie.

I've done a lot of things in this
unending lifetime of mine that I regret,

but waiting for you
is not one of them.

So, how did you think
it was gonna go?

- What?
- You were gonna show up with a contract,

signed in blood,
I might add,

that gave you the right to turn me
into your faerie vampire bride?

I mean, that is
seriously fucked up.

The contract was written
in the 1700s, Sookie.

Arranged marriages, they were done
as a matter of course back then.

If it makes you happy,

when the sun rises
on Bon Temps tomorrow,

we'll go to your house and
I'll tear up that contract.

Tearing it up doesn't change the
fact that you wrote it out.

You know, I--
I killed Lilith

because I despise
what she's turned me into.

I despise the pain,
the aching hunger inside me.

I despise what this hunger
has made me do.

But if you agreed to be mine,
it would all be over.

We'd be a...

closed circle,
you and me.

We could live
wherever we want,

go wherever we want,
day, night.

We would be everything
to each other

because we would need only one
another's blood to survive.

I would never have to hurt
anybody else.

There would never
be anybody else.

Just you and me.

But I'd be a vampire.

Mr. Northman.

Look who's caught him
a tall, blond whooping crane.

I detect a tone.

Oh, you are dead,
Northman.

- For a millennium now.
- Oh, no!

I'm talking about the true
death, you smart ass,

but I'm not gonna
give you the courtesy

of a quick true death.

Are you mad that I turned
your daughter into my daughter?

Oh...

You're the "never give up till
you're conquered" type of guy,

aren't you,
Mr. Northman?

Won't admit defeat.

I suppose we're just gonna
have to show it to ya.

Vivian?

Eric.

That vamp queen Newlin
has come in handy.

He knows everything.

- What do you want, Burrell?
- I want my daughter back.

So this is about Willa?

I want you to feel the
same immeasurable loss.

I want you to understand
what it's like

to lose
part of who you are.

It was gonna be the other
tall, blonde pretty one,

but the resident shrink
has a thing for her,

so your sister's
gonna have to do.

Whoa!

Sorry, sis,
but them's the breaks.

Proceed.

A fatal new strain
of one of your infamous foes.

We're calling it
hepatitis V.

My team is
cautiously optimistic

that our virus can be spread
any number of ways--

by ingestion,
through copulation,

both vaginal
and anal,

and, of course,
the old standby--

- injection.
- No, no!

No! No! No!

- Oh, yeah.
- No, no!

No!

No, Eric! No!

You're our first host.

Congrats on being
part of history.

Here we go.

Enjoy the show.

♪ Heigh-ho, heigh-ho... ♪

Lilith.

Thank you, ladies.

- Your progeny is gone.
- I know.

- As is Warlow.
- Who is doing all of this, Lilith?

The tyrant
took your progeny,

the blonde
took our salvation.

"The tyrant"?

I come seeking answers
and you just give me riddles.

Where is the white room?

Life is a riddle.
Death has no answers.

That is perfect.
That is fuckin' perfect.

Do not take
a tone with me.

I didn't ask
for any of this.

You most certainly did.

You fought Salome
tooth and nail

for the right
to drink my blood,

and now you are going to act as
though I forced it upon you?

You disappoint me,
William Compton.

I disappoint you?
You are the fuckup here.

You dare defy me?

You think about it,
Lilith.

You chose the wrong faerie

and you died the true death
because of your mistake.

Everything going on here
is all on you.

No, William Compton.

It is all on you.

The time to act is now.

Do not come to me

seeking answers again.

Sam?

Words can't express
my gratitude.

I meant what I said
on the phone.

I don't want to hear about you
taking her back to your pack.

You have my word.

Besides, that ain't
my pack no more.

It's me and Emma now, and
she will always come first.

Okay.

Listen, I know you
and Luna had your shit.

At the end of the day, all she
wanted was to do right by that girl.

And that's what I think I'm doing
by giving her back to you.

- You're family, I'm not.
- Grandma!

Oh, Emma!

My dear,
sweet Emma.

I missed you.

Is it okay
if I got Funyuns?

- Of course it's okay--
- No, no Funyuns.

See that? You're proving
me right already.

Thank you, Sam.
Truly.

Hey, Emma, come here.

Listen, I want you
and your grandma

to take care
of each other, okay?

- I will.
- Okay?

- You promise?
- Uh-huh.

Okay.

Bye, bunny.

- Will I ever see you again?
- Shh.

You two oughta
get going, okay?

Okay.

Bye.

Bye, Nicole.

I was serious
about the Funyuns.

Whoo, yeah!

We got it, Terry!

Hey, Matt.
Come on in.

- Oh, nice to see you.
- Nice to see you, too. Hey.

- Miss Bellefleur, I presume.
- I am.

- Where is he?
- Watching TV in there.

Be still, silent.

Listen to me.

The pain of your past
which haunts you,

forget it forever.

The terrible choices
you've made,

all your regrets, gone.

Gone.

Mrs. Bellefleur,
come beside me.

Tell me what
you want him to forget.

Um, tell him
there was no Marines.

There was no Marines.

- There was no war.
- There was no war.

All he needs to know
is he's a father...

All you need to know
is that you're a father...

- a stepfather...
- a stepfather...

- a husband...
- a husband...

and a cook.

and a cook.

Yes, sir.

In 10 seconds,
you'll wake up

and have no memory
of my being here.

Thanks again for picking
the boys up from soccer.

Oh, it was nothing.

But you be careful out
there with curfew and all.

Oh, don't you worry.
Nobody ever pulls over a Camry.

- I'm being serious.
- Ugh, I'm serious...

Oh, hey, hon'.

Hey.
Whatcha watchin'?

Pshh, Lord knows.

You know how it is--
you lose the clicker

and you end up
watching whatever's on.

Here, sit in my lap?

Of course I will.

So I'm going down
the elevator

fully armed, locked,
and loaded.

Hold still, please.

Ooh, yeah.
Thanks, Doc.

And I'm just waiting
to bust a can

of "I hate vampire
whup-ass"

on those motherfuckers.

Oh, I'm sorry about
the f-bomb, Morris.

By all means,
bomb away.

So, we're a couple hundred
feet underground.

Elevator doors open up
to their secret,

Caesar's Palace-style lair.

The Authority, yes.

You know it.

And the first vamp I seen--

is this pretty
little receptionist

sitting behind
the front desk in the lobby.

But it don't matter
how cute she was,

I shot that spawn
of the devil-- boom--

right in the goddamn heart.

Blew her the fuck up.

Booyah!

Morris, I'm gonna
need you to--

Ah, Sarah. I'm
glad you're here.

There's somebody
I want you to meet.

Jason Stackhouse.
Jason, this is Miss Newlin.

Hmm.

I know who she is.

From the TV.

Yeah, everyone knows
Miss Newlin.

It's nice to meet you,
Miss Newlin.

It's nice to meet you,
too, young man.

Call me Jason.

Morris, may I have
the room, please?

There's a couple questions I would
like to ask our new recruit

before I sign off on him.

Yeah.

- Nice to meet you.
- Oh.

- Welcome aboard.
- Thank you, sir.

I'll catch up with y'all
in a minute.

What the hell do you think
you're doing?

Grabbing you by your
pretty little Texas balls.

I'm getting Jessica
out of here.

And if you even think about
telling them who I am...

then I'll tell them
all about you and me

and what a whore
for Christ you are.

And then the governor
will throw your ass

out on the streets
real quick,

and you can say
bye-bye to all this.

And all this
is pretty fuckin' sick,

so I figure it must've
been your idea.

Are we clear?

Oh, we're clear.

Sweetheart?

It's okay, sir.
She's already been fed.

They said you wanted
to see me.

I want you to put me in
with the general population.

Oh, that's too dangerous.

I didn't realize
you cared.

Oh...

of course I care.

I am your daughter,
and you put me in here.

Does it honestly
make you feel better

keeping me in solitary?

The accommodations
are better.

And, honey, it's just--
it's safer for you in here.

I'm dead and you're
still overprotective.

Isn't that
just perfect?

Willa, it is not like you
to be disrespectful--

Well, it's not like you to be
a pussy-whipped motherfucker,

but you're sure as shit
acting like one.

- Willa, Willa, Willa--
- What, Daddy?

Willa, let's just pray
we can fix you.

Fix me?

Oh, now you're
playing God.

No, it's not God.

It is science.

Maybe one day,
Overlark and his team

can use what
we're learning for good.

The research we're doing
might be able to cure you.

Are you gonna
cure them all, Daddy?

Or just me?

No more preferential
treatment.

I want you to treat me just like
you're treating the rest of my kind.

They are not your kind.

Yes, they are.

And you are just as responsible
for it as my maker is.

I have a friend out there,
and her name is Tara.

She might be able
to help me figure out

some of the stuff
about myself

that I cannot begin
to understand on my own.

So if you care about me
like you say you do,

then I want the fuck out
of solitary.

Oh, fuck.

- Merlotte.
- Alcide.

- Where's Emma?
- She's gone.

- Where?
- Gave her to Martha.

Isn't that what
you wanted all along?

You had no right.

- They're pack.
- "They're pack"?

For fuck's sake, Alcide,
listen to yourself.

You and me, we were
friends not too long ago.

At least,
I thought we were.

How the fuck
did we get here?

You know damn well
how the fuck we got here.

You led her and her friends
to where we lived.

They wanted to expose us.
You let that happen.

I did nothing
of the sort.

That's beside the point.

Nicole, you ain't lookin' to
expose them anymore now, are you?

No, no fucking way.

Her friends who know,
they're already dead,

and she's giving you her word
she ain't gonna say anything.

Her word doesn't
mean shit to me.

What's it gonna be,
Alcide?

You gonna kill us
or not, huh?

It's your call, 'cause either
way, this shit ends tonight

'cause I'm fuckin'
tired of it.

Leave now.

Both of you.

For good.

Let's get the fuck
out of here.

- Sam?
- Yeah?

You're dead.

You understand?

You so much as show your face
in Shreveport, Bon Temps,

anywhere my pack
can sniff you out,

I ain't gonna be there to protect
you from 'em when they do.

Understood.

I told you
not to come.

You were either
gonna make the worst

or the best decision
of your life.

Either way, I wasn't
gonna miss it.

I'm proud of you, son.

Whatever.

Time to wake up, Mr. Compton.

Mr. Compton.

Mr. Compton?

In an unexpected twist,

the state of Louisiana
has announced a partnership

with the parent company
that produces Tru Blood.

Governor Burrell,
considered by most

to be vampire enemy
number one,

put out this official statement
earlier today.

"While I continue to enforce
the statewide curfew,

I do so
with a heavy heart.

My hope is that
life as we know it

will get back to normal
as soon as Tru Blood

returns to the shelves
at a discounted price

- in a matter of days."
- The tyrant has my progeny.

We're out of time.

Give me the blood
you have.

We'll have nothing
left to test.

It can't wait
any longer, Takahashi.

Get me Warlow's blood.

- Into the cell.
- What-- wait--

You're gonna lock me up
like an an--

Like a human?
Yes, I am.

What does it feel like?

I'm going out
for a walk.

Mr. Compton!
Mr. Compton!

It's gonna be great.

Glad you boys
could make it.

Hello, Jason.

Miss Newlin.

I sent for you
because--

well, I know how tough
first days on the job can be.

I mean, if I was you, I would probably
be thinking all kinds of thoughts,

like, "What have
I gotten myself into?"

and "I don't
belong here,"

and "What if this
was all a big mistake?"

And that's why I've decided
to do a little something

to make you feel
like a part of the team.

Welcome to
the copulation study.

Could you define
"copulation"?

It's fucking, Jason.

You know what that is,
don't you?

What we are studying
is the science

of one vampire's
relations with another.

What drives their libido.

Psychological and physiological
stimulation, desire,

the sexual transmission of
disease and/or virus, et cetera.

Part of our job
is watching vampires do it.

Yeah, don't get me wrong.

I enjoy watching
other folks do it...

- Mm-hmm. - but don't
it take two to tango?

That won't be a problem.

The girl.

My, my.
She is a looker.

Isn't she?

Who are you?

My name's James.

Do you know what
we're doing here, James?

They want us to fuck.

Who wants us
to fuck?

But I--
I don't know you.

They don't care.

I guess that
shouldn't surprise me.

Don't worry, okay?

I'm not doing anything.

- Spotlight.
- Yes, sir.

I'm a vampire,
not a rapist.

Jesus Christ,
thank you.

- Zap him again.
- Yes, ma'am.

Oh, God.

James?

Yeah?

Let's just do it.

We'll do it,
all right?

- Put on a show for y'all.
- Don't.

We'll just get it
over with so, you know...

It's going to feel like I'm
a virgin, but I'm not.

No fucking way, okay?

You're a beautiful person,
and you don't deserve this.

I'm not a person.

Yeah, I do.

Fuck you and your lights.

Hit him again.

And again.

And again.

Take her away.

Back away!

My name is Jessica.

Oh, thank you
for swappin' that.

No problem, babe.

Table four
is so freakin' rude.

Ah, no, I see it.
I got it.

- I'll take it out.
- Thank you, baby.

That's what marriage is about--
anticipating needs.

I finally
got you trained.

- How he doing? You two good?
- Oh.

I'll explain later,
but, yeah, we're great.

Thank you,
Lafayette.

You saved more than just one
life last night by calling.

You really did.

You're welcome,
beeatch.

Hi.

Hey, Big John.
I'll get this.

You're a good man,
Terry Bellefleur.

It takes one
to know one.

Thanks.

What the hell was that?

What the fuck was that?

Terry!

Oh, Terry.
Oh, no.

- What happened?
- Uh, Arlene, you don't wanna go out there.

- Is it Terry?
- Arlene--

No, I wanna see him.

- Arlene, Arlene-- no.
- I gotta see him.

- Arlene.
- Let me go, Lafayette!

- I know gunfire.
- What happened out here?

Step the fuck back.

I say,
step the fuck back!

Terry, no.

Let me be alone
with him, Big John.

- Let me be alone.
- Yes, ma'am.

Come here, baby.

Oh.

Shh, shh, hush, hush, darling.

Shh, no, shh.
Just let me hold you.

It's gonna be okay.

Look at me.

Think about all the joy
in your life--

your family, us,

our children...

that beautiful baby boy
we brought into this world.

Hush.

Hush.

Remember when Mikey was still
growing inside my tummy?

What you'd sing to him
every night?

♪ Hush, little baby,
don't say a word ♪

♪ Daddy's gonna buy you
a mockingbird ♪

♪ If that mockingbird
don't sing ♪

♪ Daddy's gonna buy you
a diamond ring ♪

♪ If that diamond ring
turns brass... ♪

Oh, God.

Okay, shh.

Oh, God.

"Yes, you shall lie down,
and your sleep shall be sweet.

Be not afraid
of sudden fear,

neither of the desolation
of the wicked when it cometh."

Bobby.

"The Lord will be
your confidence

and will keep your foot
from the snare."

We got a visitor.

At the ready.

Can I help you, sir?

- I have a few questions for the governor.
- You have an appointment?

- No, I do not.
- All right, that's close enough.

Vampire!
Fire!

Behind me!

Cease fire!

And fire.

- Governor.
- Have mercy.

How are you doing this
in the daytime?

Tell me about
a white circular room

where vampires
meet the sun.

White circular room,
white circular room.

- I don't know what you're talking about.
- Yes, you do.

You have my daughter
there, I know you do.

Oh.

Fuck you.

Fuck me?

My daughter's gone, too.

One of y'all
took her from me.

Willa, she's my reason
to live, so...

fuck it.

I figure I'll be
a martyr for the cause.

And what cause
would that be, exactly?

The extinction
of your race.

Now, that ain't
ever gonna happen.

Cut off the head,

another one will grow
in its place.

And I'll rip
that fucking head off, too!

Nora...

Nora, you gotta
be strong.

- Okay.
- Be strong, Nora.

I'm not afraid.

I will be
with Godric again.

Able to look into
his beautiful blue eyes.

Enough.

I'm getting you
out of here.

Uh... mm...

She get on
my damn nerves.

Oh, my God.
I--

- You all right?
- Yeah.

I-- I don't know.
I feel sick.

It's Eric.
He's summoning you.

What?

Remember at the carousel
when Pam was calling me?

You gotta go,
baby girl.

Listen up,
this is glamoring 101.

- But his contacts--
- You rip those motherfuckers right out

and keep it moving.

Excuse me, guard?

May I have
a word with you?

Alone?

Booyah.

Ah!

Well done,
baby vampire.

Up-up-up-up-up.

I'm gonna need you to keep
that coat clean for me,

so please take it off her,
then rip her arm off.

Why, thank you.

I'm not sure how much
longer I can keep going.

Well, I'm not gonna
let you stop.

Brother--

We're getting
out of here together

as soon as we find Pam.

- Good evening.
- Evening.

And Tara
and her friend Jessica.

I guess.

Wait here.

The gen pop batch
isn't quite ready yet.

Okay.

But it's all
contaminated, right?

You bet! It'll be
just a few minutes.

All right.
Fantastico.

I'll be standing by.

Fuck me.

You know what the worst part
about being a faerie is?

Knowing what people think
about you all the time.

Why do you think I spent
the last 5,000 years alone?

There's a town consensus
about what kind of girl I am.

You wanna take a guess
at what it is?

No.

They call me
a danger whore.

- They're wrong.
- Really?

See, I'm thinkin'
maybe they're right.

I have these feelings for you
that I don't wanna have, but...

I can't stop myself
feeling 'em.

And if this were
the first time,

I'd probably
just ignore it,

but, see, there's a pattern
that's starting to emerge now,

so...

maybe it's time I just started
accepting this about myself.

What-- what are you doing?

I'm hittin' your vines
with a little more light.

Sookie, what
are you doing?

I might be a whore,
but I ain't stupid.

And you need to feed.

♪ Whenever
we're not together ♪

♪ In days of sunshine
or stormy weather ♪

♪ Don't you feel me
loving you? ♪

♪ You ♪

♪ In the sunlight
or the moonlight ♪

♪ In the dark night,
when the time's right ♪

♪ Don't you feel me
loving you? ♪

♪ You. ♪

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