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This is the first quiet
I've had all night.

Well, hi there. You must be Sookie.

I had to create a vampire for
the one I destroyed to save you.

What the...?

Have you ever, with Maryann?

Oh, you must be high.

We are forming an elite army

called the Soldiers of the Sun.

- And Jason, we need you.
- Amen.

I'm here because of the V, right?

- Any buyers in the Dallas area?
- Yes.

And if you think you can get
back at me by luring Tara...

Get back at you? this is my bar,

there are my people, this is my town!

I wanna thank you for
saving Sookie's life.

There's a way she can repay me.

The sheriff of Area 9 in
Texas has gone missing,

which is where Sookie comes in.

I'll infiltrate the Fellowship of the Sun.

- Gabe!
- Get off, no! Let go!

- Let her go!
- Newlin!

Enough!

Go home. It's over now.

Two thousand years is enough.

It's insanity.

Our existence is insanity.

What the hell's happening on my turf?

She says God is coming.

Everybody's waiting so
they so they can catch Sam.

Tara, let Sookie in.

It's all coming from Maryann. What is she?

And more importantly, how do we kill her?

What are you?

I need to know how to kill a maenad.

She believes if she
finds the perfect vessel,

sacrifices and devours part of him,

her mad god will appear.

My Lord.

You stay away from Sookie
or I will tell the queen

that you are forcing humans
to sell vampire blood.

He does not know that
you are supplying it.

He better not.

I will take care of Bill Compton.

Please, Sookie. I need your help.

You have to let me in.

- I murdered innocent people.
- Why don't you put the knife down?

What's the matter with...

Get the hell out of here. Go on.

No!

Mrs Merlotte,

I wanna find the people
you adopted me from.

You don't wanna know
them. They're bad people.

Jessica!

Will you do me the honor
of becoming my wife?

I need minute to clean myself up.

Yes, Bill Compton, I will marry you...

Bill?

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Bill!

Bill!

Bill!

Madame.

My boyfriend, he's gone. Someone took him.

A kidnapping?

Did you see anyone or anything?

Hoyt.

Sookie Stackhouse.

That that hot little number you was with

at that frog restaurant?

Oh, if she was hot, how
come you didn't nab her too?

Not telling you anything.

So that's a yes.

Sayonara, Sookie.

No!

Who the hell are you?

How about you just call
us the Fuck You Crew.

So he proposes to you,
and you said what again?

That I needed a minute to think.

Mm-hm.

Aren't you gonna stop her from
trampling all over the crime scene?

Why aren't you taking
this seriously, Kenya?

My boyfriend's been kidnapped.

It is Deputy Jones.

And I'd appreciate you
addressing me as such.

Now, how long were you in the bathroom?

No more than a minute or two.

Was it one minute or two?

What difference does it make

when every second you
spend questioning me,

these bastards are getting further away?

What if there were no bastards?

What if, while you were in the
bathroom for a minute or two,

your vampire friend realized

he didn't want to be
humiliated anymore and took off?

How do you explain the
turned-over tables inside?

Because to me, that looks
like evidence of a struggle.

To me, it looks like
a man lost his temper.

With good reason.

Come on.

Just file a missing persons report for me.

Please?

Forty-eight hours, that's the rule.

You want a lift back to town or not?

Merci beaucoup.

Merci beaucoup for nothing.

Because then... then I
just walked outside and...

oh, I ran outside, and
then he was laying there.

And I heard Tara coming up behind me,

and I didn't want her to see that.

I turned around and tried to stop her,

but she busted on through.

And she threw herself on
him, and it was just so sad.

Hey, coz.

I know what you're going through.

That first kill,

it's got a way of making you
feel like that's all you are.

But you've got to know

that you are still a man

that is capable of goodness

and of heartbreak and
generosity of spirit.

And if you can cling to that

with everything you got,

you gonna be all right.

I promise.

Thank you...

for that.

I love you, coz.

I love you too.

From now on, let's tell
each other that more.

All right, Andy.

Ready for your statement now.

I hope I was helpful, Sheriff Dearborne,

because last time we did this,
after Rene, I know I wasn't.

But I have the utmost respect for y'all,

because without law enforcement,

we would be nowhere as a society.

What the fuck, Arlene?

This ain't a goddamn beauty pageant.

Oh, shit.

The only man I ever loved

was just zipped up in a bag,

and you don't even have the decency

to pretend you give a fuck.

I give a fuck.

- Tara.
- But I don't know what I expect.

Trash is as trash does.

I'm sorry you fell in love
with a serial killer, all right?

But honestly, who here hasn't?

- Bitch, Eggs wasn't no killer!
- He confessed.

Miss Thornton, please.

This is a murder investigation,
not a free-for-all.

I don't care what he confessed to.

- He ain't responsible for it!
- Oh, why? Because of society?

- Because of slavery?
- Um, sweetheart, take...

- You redneck!
- I'm gonna take Tara to Sookie's.

Bud, if you want to talk to
her, you can meet us over there.

And we're gonna steal
this tequila over here,

but I doubt that'd surprise any of y'all.

Come on. Hey, come on.

Stupid-ass racist dyed haired bitch.

I hate when they make
everything about race.

Come on.

Come on. No, you stay with me, okay?

Come on.

Hospi...

pital.

No, I'm sorry. I can't
take you to the hospital.

Just wait here. Come on.

You're a fucking whore.

I know.

I know I am.

Fuck.

Bill?

Hey, there.

Is Bill here?

No, it's just me hanging out.

- Are you all right?
- Yeah, totally.

Uh, I mean, I'm...

things are so fucked up with Hoyt,

so I've been crying and all, but I'm fine.

Bill's been kidnapped.

What?

I thought y'all were just going to dinner.

We were, but he proposed and...

Oh, my God. Wait, Sookie.

I... I didn't say yes.

You rejected him?

It's not like that.

Just... if he does come
home for any reason,

call me and let me know, even
if he commands you not to.

Oh, you know I can't do that.

I don't care. Just do it.

Shit.

Fuck. Shit.

Fuck. Shit.

Hey, whatever-your-name-is,
wake up, okay?

Hey.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

Come on.

Hey, hey, hey.

Oh, my God.

Maybe this'll work.

I can't tell whether

my skin is burning up or if it's freezing,

but it feels so fucking good.

Pull over, Jimmy.

I gotta get me a drag off of this fuck.

Nope, we ain't stopping.

I'm dying over here.

Spit some in his mouth.

- What?
- That's gay.

And playing with your own titties

in a car full of dudes ain't?

It's the only way you're getting any V.

Come on. Come on.

Can't fucking believe I'm doing this.

You're the one in charge, is that correct?

Oh, shit.

I got vamper juice all
over my good touring gloves.

If you have any kind of
orders to keep me alive,

you are about to fail.

At the rate that you're draining me,

I will die.

Hey.

Oh, fuck!

Andy, where the hell'd you come from?

I didn't want anybody to see
me, so I parked around back.

Came in through your window.

What the hell's going on here?

Hey, how's Tara?

She's a fucking mess, that's how she is.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Don't you freak t on me.

I killed a man.

No, Stackhouse, I killed him.

That's what I just told Bud,

and that what both of us have to stick to

because there's holes in our story.

- Big gaping ones.
- Like?

If he was really all up
in my face with a knife,

then how come the gun
that killed him was fired

from over 20 feet away?

Well, shit, man.

Why'd you tell him a
story with holes in it?

We gotta go and tell him the truth.

You tell anybody anything,

we are both gonna spend the
rest of our lives in jail.

I don't want to go to jail.

Then I need to see a lot less conscience

and a lot more cojones, and
I need to see them pronto.

All right.

Now listen.

Bud Dearborne's a good
man, he's a good cop,

but he is tired and he is
old and he don't see the holes

like he used to.

We are gonna get through this

so long as we both act like
everything's perfectly normal.

I ain't even sure what normal is anymore.

Well, for you, normal's
going out and getting tail,

- so I suggest you start there.
- No, that's the old Jason.

I wanna be new Jason.

Well, when this thing blows over,

you can go out and not get laid
all you want to, but for now,

you gotta be the Jason
Stackhouse everybody knows.

So conscience off, dick on,

and everything's gonna be all right.

Fine.

Say it with me.

Conscience off.

Conscience off.

- Dick what?
- Dick on.

- And everything's...
- Gonna be all right.

All right, then.

That's more like it.

I wasn't here tonight, Stackhouse.

Now, I don't remember telling you

lavender was my favorite color.

I'm in no mood for lesbian
weirdness tonight, Pam.

Where's Bill?

I have no idea.

Then where's Eric?

He's, um, indisposed at the moment.

Indisposed doing what?

Sookie, stop. Don't. Come back.

I know he's in here. Bill!

Holy S.

Sookie.

See anything you like?

I do.

I take it Sookie couldn't be stopped.

What can I say?

She overpowered me.

Off you go, Pam.

Fine.

Sookie, meet my new dancer,
Yvetta, from Estonia.

Yvetta, meet Sookie, from here.

Hi.

So, what brings you to Fangtasia
on this balmy summer night?

Bill's been kidnapped,
and I think you did it.

I didn't.

Any other theories?

I'm still on this one,
thank you very much.

Where were you tonight around 11:00?

Here, with Yvetta.

Doing this?

For the last six hours?

You seem surprised.

Is Bill's stamina not up to snuff?

Tell me where I can find Lena.

If you don't have him, she does.

Solid theory,

but given the tenor of your
last run-in with Miss Krasiki,

I think it's better if
I dealt with her instead.

How do I know you will?

Because if Bill was, in fact,
kidnapped, by human or vampire,

I am duty-bound as sheriff of
the area in which he resides

to find him.

Even if I do want what is his.

Then do it.

By the way, you owe me $10,000.

Run, dummy!

I feel so strong!

Stop it or you're gonna
get yourself killed.

Jessica.

You feeling all floaty yet?

Kind of.

Good.

Tequila and Klonopin, baby girl.

A steady diet of that,

and it'll keep them thoughts
away till you is more equipped

to deal with them.

Tara?

It's E... Eggs.

Come here.

What happened?

They shot him.

What? Who?

Andy Bellefleur.

Said Eggs came at him with a knife

confessing to killing them women
and cutting out their hearts.

The fuck he know any of that?

Oh, my God.

Tara, he came to me earlier today,

said he needed help remembering

what Maryann made him do.

So...

so I helped him.

- You fucking did not.
- I'm sorry.

Oh, you're sorry.

You signed his death warrant
and that's all you got?

Fuck you!

Get off her! Get off her!

Stop it, Tara!

Is you crazy?

We're in the same boat! Bill's gone too!

What the fuck is wrong
with you? That's Sookie.

She's your best friend in
this whole fucking world.

- He didn't need to know!
- Get out of here!

I was just fucking leaving.

Sorry, Sook.

- You remember our conversation?
- RUBIN Yes, of course.

I asked you to do one thing for me.

Bring me Bill Compton.

And you said, "Done."

So why wasn't it done, Mr. Rubin?

I already told you, sheriff.

By the time we got to the restaurant,

he was gone and there was
a cop car and there was...

You failed me.

How could you fail me?!

Eric.

Find him, Mr. Rubin,

or tomorrow's sunset will be your last.

Eric.

But sun-up's in a couple of minutes.

Well, then I recommend
you find a day walker

you can trust to find him for you.

What?

You're losing it.

How is that helpful, Pam?

You need to call the queen.

The queen is the last
person I need finding out.

You're not the only one whose
fate hangs in the balance here.

And what do you think the queen will do

if I tell her I've lost the
one vampire who could link her

to the dealing of vampire blood?

And that I have no idea where he is?

And what do you think she'll do

if she finds out from someone else?

Call the queen.

There are times when I
seek your counsel, Pam.

Now is not one of those times.

Fine. I'm going to ground, then.

Yeah?

Bill Compton. I need your help.

How'd you find me all the
way up here in Arkansas?

You've had my blood, remember?

Quite a bit of it.

Right.

Oh, come on in.

Thank you.

May I use your shower?

Of course.

There's, uh, plenty of
towels in the bathroom.

If you could spare a
shirt, I'd be much obliged.

I... I really didn't pack anything.

It's kind of an impromptu
road trip I'm on.

But you could... you could
have the shirt off my back

if you want it.

I'll take what I can get.

Right.

Nice.

Well, thank you.

I'll take that shower now.

Mm-hm.

Unless you'd care to join me.

Yeah.

I think I would.

Good.

We're gonna have a nice time.

I hear the water in Arkansas is very hard.

Come.

Don't answer that.

Okay.

Hello?

Am I speaking with Sam Merlotte?

You can just call me Sam.

This is Audrey Bishop with the
Magnolia Chamber of Commerce.

I hope I didn't wake you.

I'm really glad you did, Audrey.

Regarding you inquiry into
Melinda and Joe Lee Mickens,

unfortunately, our records
show no current address on them.

But I can tell you they were evicted

from their last residence
over three years ago.

Evicted, huh?

So you reckon they've moved on, then?

I didn't say that.

I'm not supposed to give
out this kind of information,

but, you know, their boy?

Well, wait, wait.

Wait a minute, they have a son?

Uh-huh. He works over at Cornejo Tires

right off the 79. Name's Tommy.

A couple weeks ago,

I bought a set of new radials from him.

Turns out they were used, as
in bald as a baby's behind.

Uh, thank you so much, Audrey.

Remind me never to mess with
the Magnolia Chamber of Commerce.

My plea...

If I know my mama,

she's probably out there

telling all her friends
that she did me a favor

by lying to me for all these years.

I just feel betrayed.

I don't know, Bubba.

I think I'm with Big Maxine on this one.

Hey, take that back or I'm gonna
stick a branch up your butt,

prickly end first.

Weren't you happier before?

When your daddy was still shot by a robber

- instead of by hisself?
- Oh, not really,

because before I
belonged to her 24/7, 365.

But now it... it's like they say,

the truth has set me free.

That sounds like the
same religious dog muck

Steve Newlin was trying to sell me on.

I'm starting to think
the truth, it's poison.

Aw, you don't really believe that.

Yes, I do.

Look, man, people are always trying

to fuck up other people's lives
by telling lies about them.

You want to really
fuck somebody's life up?

Tell the truth about them.

They ain't never gonna be the same.

Yo.

Well,

somebody must have told
the truth about me, then.

My whole life's gone from happy to hell

inside just a couple days.

I got no girlfriend,

I got no roof over my head,
unless you count my car,

which is where I slept last night.

Yeah, I've been there.

Good to know I got friends, though.

Friends are good.

Because I need a place to stay.

I reckon you do.

Jason, can I crash at your
place for a little while or not?

Of course, man.

That's kind of a nasty way to ask.

How is she?

Sleeping finally.

So keep it down. I
don't wanna wake her up.

Thank you for calling me.

This ain't about you and me

building a bridge into our
future together, all right?

You shot a gun at me.

But you know what? I
don't even have the time.

I got two jobs, both of which I need,

one of which I already
didn't even show up for today.

And Tara been asking
for you nonstop, so...

- She has?
- Like a moth to flame.

Poor thing just want her mama.

That's because she knows
in times of trouble,

a mama's the only person
her baby can turn to.

- Mm.
- Thank you, God,

for this opportunity to heal my baby.

Yo, please. None of that.

Do everybody a solid
and instead of looking up

you need to keep your eyes
on your fucking daughter,

because she ain't right to be alone.

I promise.

Good.

I'll be back around midnight.

- Lafayette.
- I'm late.

I'm sorry about shooting your gun at you.

Bitch, you-me bridge,

it ain't gonna never motherfucking happen.

I take it you heard what
happened last night with Bill.

Kenya told me.

She also told me you got a
hint out of line with her.

If anyone was out of line, it was her.

The man I'd be engaged to right now

if I'd gotten a chance to say yes

was kidnapped last night,

and Kenya wouldn't even file
a missing persons report.

Well, how the hell could she, Sookie,

when the person that's missing

ain't even a real person?

Okay, tell me you did not just say that,

because if you did, I might have to forget

that I was brought up
to respect my elders.

We are all supposed to respect our elders,

and since Bill Compton's got
about a hundred years on you,

I think he deserves at
least a hint of your respect.

There's a... a woman. A vampire, actually.

Her name's Lorena Krasiki,

and I think she's the one who took him.

I need you to help me find her.

You have to understand, Sookie.

I got dead bodies piling up on me.

Dead human bodies.

So I can't be spending this
department's limited resources

following up on hunches
about vampire nappings.

See, I don't think I should
have to understand that.

Because I love Bill just
like you love your wife

and your children and your grandbabies.

So to my mind, that makes
him worth following up on.

Excuse me.

Yeah?

You Tommy?

Congrats, bro. You can read.

Tommy Mickens?

No, sir.

Family name's Harmon.

So, uh,

you're not Melinda and
Joe Lee's boy, then?

Because somebody told
me he's working here.

Oh, the Tommy you're
looking for, Tommy Mickens,

uh, he quit about six, seven months ago.

Said he was leaving
town. Didn't say where to.

Ah.

A real piece of shit if you ask me.

Hm.

Yeah, well, from what I'm hearing,

pretty much all the Mickens are.

Can't speak to that.

He's the only one I ever met.

So sorry I couldn't be more help.

Oh. Well, thanks anyway.

You got some nice tires.

Maybe I'll uh, come back and get me some

on my way back out of town.

Give you good deal if you do.

I'll think about it.

Name's Sam, by the way.

Sam Merlotte.

God works in mysterious ways, Tara Mae.

Mm-hm.

Keep talking to her, Reverend Daniels.

I think it's helping.

And this devil woman came to you.

She introduced you to a man,

and together, they tried to pull
you down into the pits of hell.

But all of it was part of God's plan

to lead you back to your mama.

Mm-hm.

And I'm so glad you're back.

Ain't nobody ever gonna
get to you again, baby girl.

It's just you and me now.

Fuck.

Didn't fucking work.

Oh, it stinks.

Bill.

Did you get my flowers?

Hoyt?

I hope I didn't wake you. I just...

I miss you.

I miss you too.

You do?

Well, that's great.

So when I can I see you again?

- But...
- I got a haircut you'll like.

This is just a really bad time.

I actually think I look kind of badass.

Jessica? Uh...

Your Highness.

Magister.

Mr. Northman.

I haven't seen you since
the Bill Compton trial.

Yes, it's been, uh, too long.

May I ask what brings you to Fangtasia?

We need to talk.

You should probably close up.

We can just use my office.

It's bugged.

- How do you know this?
- Because I'm the one who bugged it.

It's how I know I can trust you.

All right, everyone out now!

Except she can stay.

No. No humans.

I need both of you at full attention.

Trouble abounds in your fair state.

Tell me.

It would seem your idyllic little home

is competing to become
the V capital of the world.

Can you believe it?

I am so embarrassed.

Naturally, I told the Magister

that you were the only
vampire in my kingdom

that could be trusted with this.

Anything I can do to be of service.

Our blood is sacred.

Wasting it on anything
other than procreation

is blasphemy.

Madness. Desecration.

Have you noticed an uptick in
users in your neck of the woods?

Maybe even here in your club?

I haven't, no.

See, that's surprising to me,

as every other sheriff
to whom I've spoken has.

The amounts are so great, in fact,

we can only assume a
vampire is responsible.

An act of self-loathing so shameful

that whoever is responsible
should fall on his own stake.

Respectfully, Magister,

I'm not sure I follow your logic.

If your average run-of-the-mill
drainers were behind this,

it would stand to reason
said drainers would need

vampires to drain,

which means there would
be missing vampires

and plenty of them.

How many vampires have
gone missing in your area?

None, Magister.

So now do you follow my logic?

I do.

And I will look into the matter.

Good.

And I will expect results.

You will have them.

Hey, Lafayette.

There something different
about the chili tonight?

Actually, yeah. It was
tasting kind of flat,

so I put a pinch of cinnamon in it.

Cinnamon?

Yeah, how the hell you smell that?

I put a half a teaspoon in the whole pot.

Shit.

I'm pregnant again.

Hey, you forgot your rings.

Fuck my rings.

Hoyt, where you been, Bubba?

Been crying.

Dude, shut up. I want you
to meet our new friends.

This here is Missy and Jen.

Hi.

Recent graduates of New York University,

currently driving across
the South out to California

where they're gonna start up in
veterinary school in the fall.

Ladies, this here is Hoyt Fortenberry.

He just moved out of his mother's house.

I like you. You're like a big puppy.

Oh, my God, you're so right.

- Well, uh...
- Sit down, pup.

Pour yourself a beer.

Uh, you know what, Jason?
I'm not really gonna stay...

Sit down, pup.

- So veterinary school?
- Yeah.

With an emphasis in canine psychology.

Like shrinks for dogs?

- Mm.
- Hey, don't knock it.

Yeah, don't. Don't knock it.

The thing is, is dogs' feelings

and people's feelings aren't
really all that different,

except theirs are harder to figure out.

Because dogs can't talk.

Hm.

Exactly.

See, if Hoyt here really were a dog,

he wouldn't be able to tell
us why he's so sad right now.

Well, actually, it's because
my girlfriend and I...

Mm, mm. Aw.

What kind of dog would you say I am?

Well, you're no puppy, that's for sure.

You got that right, Missy.

I'm Jen.

That's Missy.

Yeah, I know.

I was looking at you, but talking to her.

Something we do here in the South,

but if you don't wanna learn
about our culture, I'm...

I'm happy to do it your way.

You're a Lab.

Correct. I am a Lab.

But now for the hardest part.

What am I thinking about right now?

You know, in my brain.

Hm.

I bet you're wondering if
you're gonna be able to get us

back to your place tonight, and if so,

how out of control are things gonna get?

You girls are gonna make great vets.

What do you think?

What the hell? I'm in. Let's go.

- Sweet.
- We'll follow you there.

Okay.

Yo, J.

You know, I ain't all
that comfortable with this.

What? Hoyt, if you and
me are gonna be roommates,

there's a certain amount of pussy overflow

you just have to get used to dealing with.

Come on.

Attaboy, Stackhouse.

When we do find the
vampire who's responsible,

how will you punish him?

Or her.

And will it be in public?

Of course, one who is proven guilty

of such a crime must
be made an example of.

This kind of moral
anarchy cannot be allowed.

Agreed.

To a speedy resolution.

- The speedier, the better.
- Magister.

Is it just me, or is he really dull?

Your Highness.

I mean, isn't moral
anarchy kind of the point?

I can't think of anything more depressing

than living by the law forever.

- Your Highness.
- Yes?

Forgive me, but I don't feel
the same sense of relief you do.

You don't think he believed us?

Not entirely, no.

Then I suggest you
sell everything you have

- as soon as possible.
- Excuse me?

The pigs at the IRS are
breathing down my neck,

and I need money now.

Sell the blood at half
price if you have to.

I don't care what it
takes. Just move the product

and then cover our tracks.

All due respect, Your Highness.

I fear you're not
considering all the angles.

All due respect, Mr. Northman,

I'm due a lot more respect than that.

And I'm sorry to compromise
your manhood like this,

but hell hath no fury
like a vampire queen broke.

Move the blood.

There's something I couldn't
tell you in front of the Magister.

Bill Compton has gone missing.

Kidnapped, perhaps.

I don't care.

Move the blood.

He is the one vampire that
knows about our arrangement.

My side of it, at least.

Then I don't understand why
we're even talking about him.

Let him rot.

I'll show myself out.

Thanks, Isabel.

Anything you can find
out is more than I got.

All right, talk to you soon.

May I?

Come on in.

Now, why'd you have to
go and kill that maenad?

She's a terrific decorator.

Any news about Bill?

No, but just making my nightly rounds,

and Eric wanted me to give you this.

This is too much. It's
only supposed to be 10.

We know. Eric wanted to give you a bonus

for going above and beyond.

Well, tell him thanks, I guess.

I'll say you sounded more
appreciative than that.

What was that?

It was Eric calling me.

I should probably check in.

He can call you?

Jessica.

There you are.

So, um, you remember how

we talked about doing
something after work tonight?

Are we still on or...?

I don't know, Terry.

I have to focus on my kids.

Peculiar.

A half-off sale on V.

Even though part of
the allure of this shit

is how expensive and exotic it is.

Well, then sell it for twice the price.

We don't care.

Just so long as it's all gone

by the time we wake up tomorrow evening.

- Tomorrow?
- Is there a problem?

No, hooker.

Look, I can't sell all
this shit by tomorrow.

I got a cousin in trouble. She needs...

I don't know what it is about
me that makes people think

I want to hear their problems.

Maybe I smile too much.

Maybe I wear too much pink.

But please remember,

I can rip your throat out if I need to.

And also know that I am not a hooker.

That was a long time, long time ago.

All right.

Yeah?

You picking up what I'm putting down?

- I is.
- Good.

I'll be back tomorrow
to pick up the money.

You know, you might wanna start

letting me know when
you're gonna be swinging by.

- It'd be considered polite.
- Has Bill called you?

No. And I told you I
would tell you if he did.

Not that kind of call.

I was just with Pam
and she got all shivery,

and then she told me that
Eric had just called her

and she had to go.

She was shivering?

You ever felt anything like that?

Last night.

It came over me like a wave,
and it made me feel sick too,

just like that time I drank Kahlúa.

This isn't about underaged drinking.

Bill is missing, and without your help,

he might never come back.

Now, other than sick,
what else did you feel?

Um, I don't know. Maybe...

maybe I felt a place.

- What place? Where?
- I don't know.

Come on.

But where are we going?

You gotta find that place.

And what the hell is that smell?

A possum died under the house.

Come on.

Stanley, is that you, my boy?

Ma'am, my name is Bill Compton,

and I am badly in need of assistance.

You're not my son?

No, I'm sorry.

And you look hungry.

I am.

Well, come on in.

I'll fix you something.

May I trouble you to use your phone?

I don't have one.

I had to choose between my oxygen

and my phone,

and since no one calls me anyhow,

I chose my oxygen.

So, what can I get you to eat?

I don't know if I can
ever thank you enough

for what you done today, Reverend Daniels,

for my baby girl and for me.

You don't have to thank me, Miss Thornton.

You're a part of my congregation,

and my congregation is like my family.

Still, can I...?

Mm.

Uh... um... uh, like my family.

You're so funny.

I could conversate with you forever.

Tara Mae, can you thank
you to the reverend

for coming to see you?

Thank you, Reverend Daniels.

Thank you, Tara,

for reminding me of the
healing power of God.

I'm gonna go take shower, all right?

Of course, baby. Wash it all away.

- Lettie Mae.
- Hm?

Do you think Tara could...?

- Mama.
- That you, boy?

- Yeah.
- Where you been?

Yeah.

Ooh, that's it.

Obviously, it's not.

This thing is softer than when I started.

Yeah, I'm sorry. It's just, uh...

that's... I mean,

you're hot and all, but
this is so underwhelming.

Okay, let's just...

let's just power through this.

Uh, how about I do you?

- All right.
- All right.

Ooh, yeah.

Hey.

Do you guys mind if I join you?

Hoyt's so hung up on his ex he
won't even watch me play with myself.

Oh, it's all right with me

if it's all right with you.

Oh, my God. I can't believe
I'm doing this again.

Woo-hoo!

All right.

Ooh.

Mm.

- Did he already...?
- Uh, no.

Well, did you try...?

- Yes.
- Huh.

This is what I've been dealing with

for the last half-hour.

Okay, how about you two just, uh,

focus on each other for a minute.

He's weird.

Whatever.

Whoa.

Okay, what's his problem?

It's... it's not you.

It's just...

every time I look at you,

I keep seeing these big old
bullet holes in your heads.

Oh, my...

We're out of here.

Y'all leaving?

It was real nice meeting y'all.

Who are you?

That doesn't matter.

What's your name?

Olivia.

That's a lovely name.

Now, listen, Olivia.

I was never here tonight.

You will have no memory of
me or what I've done to you.

What did you do to me?

Good girl.

Now, before I go, can
you tell me where I am?

In my house.

And what parish do you live in?

- I live in Copiah County.
- Mississippi?

Yes.

I want you to have this.

It's from Stanley.

He came to see you.

He did?

Yes.

He wanted you to have it

to show you how much he
appreciates everything

you have ever done for him.

He's a good boy, my Stanley.

I have to go now.

Goodbye, Olivia,

and thank you.

- Where Tara?
- In the shower.

Alone?

Reverend Daniels came over to talk to her.

Said she's gonna be just fine.

Tara!

Damn it, Tara. Open up!

Open the door!

Tara!

We're getting close, I think.

I'm feeling nauseous,
just like I got last night

when Bill was...

That's Bill's car!

I am a freak of fucking nature.

There's a body in here, but it's not Bill.

Give me a hand!

Check him for a wallet or phone,

anything that might tell
us who this fucker is.

No wallet.

No phone.

Ew.

Okay, what is that?

Find it yet?

Um, I found something that looks like it.

What's it say it is?

Well, it says it's got something
to do with Operation Werewolf.

Werewolf?

I should warn you.

I've fed.

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