All language subtitles for True.Blood.S05E01.HDTV.x264-ASAP

I hereby pronounce you

King William Compton
of Louisiana.

Sookie. We thought
you were dead.

You've been gone
12 and a half months.

That's Marnie.

She can contact
the spirits of the dead.

My name
is Antonia.

She was the only human ever known
to wield power over vampires.

You don't think that
maybe stepping in

on someplace
we don't belong?

- Black magic?
- Yeah.

Eric Northman was sent
to break up

a group of Wiccan
practitioners

and has not been seen
since.

Eric?
It's me, Sookie.

Who?

He's scared and alone. His whole
life has been wiped away.

He would do or say anything
to make you his.

Hoyt, I was with
another guy tonight.

I had sex with Jessica.

- Hey, there, Sookie.
- You tried to kill me.

Debbie's been clean
and sober for almost a year.

Mikey!

He was already out
when we came out.

How the hell
did he get out here?

My ex is a werewolf.

Who's he?

You just pissed
on the wrong boots, my friend.

Sam!

Private Bellefleur.

I'm here
to warn you, girl.

That man, he's bringing
trouble of the worst kind.

He is under
my control.

Why would a vamper want to dig
a hole in a parking garage?

You will
regret this.

No one lives forever.
Not even you.

I want
your magic.

As your friend
Lafayette would say,

"What goes around
comes around, bitches."

- I'm sorry.
- Don't worry about it.

Everything's
temporary.

There's been an order issued on
your heads by The Authority.

My last duty was
supposed to be

delivering the true
death to both of you.

There's only one way
I see this ending,

and it's me walking away
with neither of you.

- Trick or treat.
- Reverend Newlin.

Debbie, what are
you doing?

Sookie!

Tara!

Please don't kill me.

Tara, no!

Jessica, it's Bill.

Listen, I've been called away
on business for a while.

Nothing to worry about.

And hopefully it won't take more
than maybe a week or two.

Needless to say,
whilst I'm gone,

my palace
is your palace.

Within reason, of course.

How about wrapping it up?
I could use a hand here.

Tara?

You still awake?

Tara?

- Debbie.
- Sookie.

Fuck Sookie.

What, did you not
hear her tonight?

She rejected
both of us.

Besides, this is the Authority
we're up against.

If we're not gone by sunrise,
it'll be our last.

They're already here?

Authority, freeze!

Somebody, please, help us!

Somebody, please!

No! Fuck, no!

Tara, don't fucking
do this to me.

Debbie tried to kill me
and she jumped in the middle.

Come on, Tara.

Eric?
We need to talk.

Pam?

Well, color me impressed.
You guys know how to party.

- Eric's not here. Get out of my house.
- You mean Eric's house.

If you had any decency left in you
at all, you would let us be.

- I need to talk to Eric.
- God damn it, Pam, please.

Fine. If you
see him, tell him--

tell him I'm sorry.

Hold up. Hold up.

- Turn her for us.
- What?

Turn her?
I don't even like her.

Lafayette,
Tara hates vampires.

Bitch, she took
a bullet for you.

You really gonna deny her
a chance to live?

I can't be the only one
who's noticed

she's missing half her head,
now can I?

Even if I tried, what's to say she
won't rise up out of the ground

tomorrow night completely
and utterly fucktarded?

You have to try.

- Sook.
- I'll owe you one.

One what?

We'll take it
from here.

And don't return
to the Authority

until everything
has been cleaned up.

Every single drop.

I made Eric's spell go away.
What if I could do that for you?

My spell died when Marnie died.
What else you got?

- Just fucking do it.
- I don't know what you care about.

If you can use your magic hands
or your super snatch,

whatever power it is
you have over Eric

to fix what's broken
between us

and you'll still
owe me one,

you've got yourself
a deal.

- Fine. Just do it.
- Swear on it.

- Yes, God damn it. Pam, please.
- Just fucking do it.

( theme music playing )

♪ True Blood 5x01 ♪
Turn! Turn! Turn!
Original Air Date on June 10, 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. ♪

Jason, Jason, I swear it to you
and I swear it to God,

I am not here to hurt you.

All I want is to talk.

See, you say that,

but I've seen
your fangs

and I've been around
the block enough times

to know that fangs are
basically like twin hard-ons.

Hard-ons for trouble
and for feeding on somebody.

Never just for talking,
not ever.

I don't have anyone else
to turn to.

What about your followers?

There are thousands of them out
there wondering where you've been.

Yeah.

What do you think they're gonna
do when they find out about this?

These are people that I've trained
to kill folks like me.

Oh, see?
There went the fangs.

- Look. Look.
- No way.

- I ain't looking at you.
- Why?

Because you'll glamour me.

Jason, a vampire has to be
taught how to glamour.

- Nobody taught me anything.
- Bullshit.

- What about your, um...
- My maker?

- Yeah.
- Jason, my being turned was a punishment.

I'm not saying that
I didn't deserve it,

but I woke up in a hole
in the ground

with a strange woman
who didn't tell me anything.

She didn't even
give me her name.

She just ran off.

Seriously?

She did.
She really did.

She just abandoned you?

- Hey there.
- Hey.

Invite me in, Jason.

Of course.
Come on in, Reverend.

Y'all are mad
at me about something.

Unless somebody stops growling
and shifts into a person...

communicating's gonna
be tough.

- That's more like it.
- Where the fuck is he?

- Who?
- Our Packmaster.

Marcus Bozeman.
Do you know him?

- You know I know him.
- He's been missing going on two days now.

Ever since you
and Alcide Herveaux

came looking for him,
as a matter of fact.

- We never found him.
- Yeah, see, we think you did.

Have at him, boys.

Bring me the girl.

Oh, she smells.

- Is that bad?
- Can't imagine it's good.

Aren't you supposed
to hold her or something?

Back off, all right?
I've done this before.

Well, thank the fucking
Lord for that.

That's not to say it ended
especially well.

Hey, we had a deal. This ain't
gonna work if you don't try.

I am wearing a Walmart
sweat suit for y'all.

If that's not a demonstration of
team spirit, I don't know what is.

Okay.

Bury us.

- Luna.
- What are you doing here?

Hi, Sam.

Hey, Emma, why don't you
go on inside?

Marcus's pack, they came for me
and I can all but guarantee

- they're coming for you.
- Oh, fuck.

You and Emma need to pack
your things and run.

But Alcide killed Marcus.
This is a pack problem.

They need to handle it
within the pack.

The thing is, they made it pretty clear
they think I'm the one who did it.

Even after you told
them the truth?

Alcide did what he did
saving my life.

Before that, he did everything
he could to save my brother's.

I ain't thanking him for it
by selling him out.

You think you have a problem
controlling your shifter temper?

They are much more animal
than they are human. Far more.

Hoot, hoot, Merlotte.

This is private
property.

Owned by your husband
who your boyfriend killed.

Kind of makes you
sound like a whore.

- Sam didn't kill Marcus.
- Then who did?

We will use Emma
to make you talk.

Don't put it
past us.

- I did it.
- Sam.

I killed Marcus.

If I come with you, you got no
reason to come back to this house.

But if you fly away
on us again,

you can be sure
we will.

Tell Emma
I said goodbye.

Now I want you to hear
what I'm about to say

with a clear and open mind.

So in a minute,

I am going to release
you from my influence.

When I do,
all you're gonna remember

is that you invited me
into your house

and you asked me to put
this tape over your mouth.

Okay?

Jason, thank you so much for
inviting me into your home.

You're welcome,
Reverend Newlin.

You know, there's something
that I've been gathering up

the courage to tell you
ever since the moment

I found out you were
sleeping with my wife.

Ahem.
You see...

I did not care
so much

that you slept
with Sarah.

What hurt me

was that she got
to sleep with you.

But even before that,

the whole time
you were at camp,

all of these feelings were
building up inside of me.

I couldn't admit to it,

not even to myself.

And I think that that's why I
started acting the way that I did,

all murderous and whatnot.

But now that I have been blessed
with the gift of immortality,

I finally have
the strength to say it.

I'm a gay
vampire American.

And I love you,
Jason Stackhouse.

I'm gonna let
you speak now.

Oh, sorry if that hurt.

No, that's okay.

I asked for it.

- So...
- So?

First off, I'm flattered.

Yeah, because that was
without a doubt

the nicest "I love you"
I have ever gotten

from anybody--
male, female or otherwise.

Um, second, I forgive you

for acting, um,

all murderous
and whatnot.

Thank you.

But I've got to be
honest with you, Rev,

this dog
don't bark that way.

Oh, look,
I'm sorry, man.

Do not pity me.

- I ain't pitying--
- Love me!

It's not how
love works, man.

You can't make yourself--

My dead heart
beats for you.

The least you can do
is try.

Jason is mine!

I am Steve fucking Newlin.

Who the fuck are you?

Who the fuck I am is
an older vampire than you.

Who I also am is the progeny
of the King of Louisiana,

who happens to be out
of town, which pretty much

makes me the queen.

So I'm gonna give you a choice.

You let him go
or the true death.

There is no
in between.

Plus, I take back
my invitation.

No!

I love you.

I don't even know
what to sa--

♪ Some people want
to fill the world ♪

♪ With silly love songs ♪

♪ And what's wrong
with that? ♪

♪ I'd like to know ♪

♪ 'Cause here I go... ♪

Do you think they might be just
bringing us in for questioning?

I mean, wouldn't we
be dead already?

Have you ever heard
of a vampire being hauled in

by the Authority and then
live to talk about it?

Can you get that?

Can you reach it?

All right.

I got it.

Okay.

Spin it.

All right.
The tank.

Two, three.

All right. All right,
now we just need some fire.

Okay.

Bill.

Come on,
we've got to go.

- You should run.
- I'm not leaving you here.

Let's go.

Who wants to die first?

You, Hayes.

You die first.

Nora.

Friend of yours?

It's my sister,
actually.

Anything big enough
to pick up with our hands

we put in here.

Ugh.

Hey, how are you
holding up?

I ain't.

Oh, sweet fucking Jesus.

Look, if you can't do this
right now, I'll understand.

You've been through way more
than any one person can take.

Sook, now I'm the last
motherfucker on the planet

to trust the police,

but why don't you just tell
'em it was self-defense?

Shit, you're a white girl.
They gonna believe you.

It wasn't self-defense.

You shot that dirty bitch
with her gun in your house.

You know how they say
in the heat of the moment

that people don't have
time to think?

- Uh-huh.
- Well, I did.

I thought, "You don't
have to do this.

You've got the gun now.
You could call the police

or Jason and they'd
lock her away forever."

I decided to pull
the trigger instead.

I wanted to kill her.

Does that sound like
self-defense to you?

- Give me some gloves.
- By the sink.

The Guardian wanted Nan
followed to make sure she

carried out his orders.

I saw an opportunity
to save Eric, so I took it.

So nobody in the Authority
knows about your relationship?

And they never will.

We were only connected
through our maker.

And Godric is gone.

As a chancellor
of the Authority,

I mean, you're taking
a huge risk.

- Why would you--
- Because I'd do anything for Eric.

And I would do
anything for you.

And because you did
what you did,

protecting us
from the necromancers.

That we would reward you
for it with the true death

speaks volumes
about how out of step

the Authority's
current agenda is.

I'm not alone
in this belief.

Factions within
the Authority?

Mm-hmm.

I had arranged for our car
to be conveniently ambushed

when we hit 310.

Our attackers were going
to take out my driver there.

Unfortunately, the stunt
you pulled in the trunk

- came 12 miles too soon.
- Sorry.

Don't be.
It was badass.

So what do we do now?

We go to ground for the day,
make new arrangements

for tomorrow night.

Lilith willing,
we'll be safe.

It's rusty, but solid.

Agreed.
Wait for me inside, will you?

I have to call New Orleans
and lie my ass off.

I strongly recommend
holding still.

Guardian, please.
It's Chancellor Gainsborough.

I knew you had friends
in high places,

but a chancellor
of the Authority?

- Who else knows about this?
- No one.

- Sir, we had a hiccup.
- Not even Pam.

No, the king
and his sheriff are gone,

but unfortunately I lost
Hayes in the process.

Yes, it's a fair
trade-off, I agree.

But the cleanup took a little
longer than expected,

so I'm having to go
to ground for the day.

You're welcome, Guardian.

You always were
an amazing liar.

Even the best of liars
can be ended.

I hope you both understand
that tomorrow night

you'll be saying goodbye to
the life you've known forever.

If you come back,
if you ever return,

it'll be the true death
of me.

I understand.

As do I.

Good.

Let's get some rest.

You should let me
do this for you.

Jesus was way too good to wind up
in a shower curtain, Sook.

Please, Lafayette,
I want to do this for you.

No!

Let's go in, then.

Where the fuck
did he go?

What?
What do you mean?

I mean he was right there.

Right fucking there
in my hand chair.

Maybe Eric or Bill
moved him.

Why would they
do that, Sook?

I don't know. Maybe they were
trying to help.

You weren't yourself
yesterday.

Maybe you just don't
remember the details.

I remember everything.

I remember sticking
that knife in him.

And it went in like
he was warm butter.

And he fucking hated
that goddamn chair, too.

All right, we've got to get you
out of here. Come on.

Sook, people need
to say goodbye.

People need to be
said goodbye to.

I'm sorry.
I'll go wait in the car.

Jesus.

Come on.

Come on, come on,
come on.

Come on.
Come on.

Jesus.

You told me
to keep on breathing.

Told me
to keep on living.

How?!

You boys
get some rest.

- Thanks, Pops.
- Yeah, thanks.

Yeah.

- What the hell?
- Who's that?

Pretty sure
it's the sheriff.

No way.

I'm telling you,
it is.

Whoa. Whoa.

- Uh...
- You the sheriff?

I am.

Uh, Holly, your kids are back
from their hunting trip.

- Mama's a heavy sleeper.
- She sure is, ain't she?

- Holly.
- Mama!

Boys. Boys? Boys!

- What are you doing here?
- Hey, Mama.

Oh, shit.

Andy, um...

these here are
my boys Wade and Rocky.

This here is
Sheriff Bellefleur.

- I told you he was the sheriff.
- How you do?

Oh, I'm all right.

Your father wasn't supposed
to have you home till noon.

And this ain't
what it looks like, boys.

I care about your mother.

I really do.
Y'all need to know that.

- Andy, you should go.
- You really should.

I know I should.
Where's my pants?

Shit, I don't know.

Me either.

Oh, I found them.

On the couch, Mama?

Where I sleep?

Jesus, Mama!

How hard would it be to
try to be a better mother?

Oh, once again, your dad's
perfect and I'm the bitch.

He gets to have all the fun,
and I get all the shit.

I'm not saying
don't have fun.

So was Terry, like,
a real badass?

Language, Lisa.

- But was he? What she said?
- Sorry, Ma.

He sure was. Two of you can be
real proud of your step-dad.

But now all I do
is flip burgers.

And that's the way
I like it.

I don't talk about my time over there,
especially with the kids.

Maybe when the kids aren't
around, I could buy you a drink

and pick your brain about
the man I'm married to.

Arlene, I am the man
you know me to be.

The man he knows has nothing
to do with the man I am today.

So there will be no more brain-picking.
Am I understood?

How are
the pancakes, kids?

- Fine.
- Mine are kinda raw and gooey.

You know, I still
can't get over it.

I mean, look at you, Private.
You've got a beautiful wife,

beautiful kids,
beautiful house.

Well, we can't take
credit for the house.

We're just living here
till we get back on our feet after--

After what?

Well, it was a fire.

But the kids are still real
upset about it, so...

I don't know why
you keep saying that.

That fire was awesome.

Do you know how
many more friends

- I have since I'm living here?
- What?

Listen to the two of you.

- Our house burned to the ground.
- What?

- It's--
- That is not a good thing.

- It's nothing. It's just...
- If kids want to be your friend

just because you're living in
a big house, then they really

ain't your friend at all.

Fires aren't something
to be taken lightly is all.

Thank you. And that is coming
from a U.S. Marine.

I don't want her.
Let's go, y'all.

I want to play.

I said I want to play.

We want a batter!

You ain't like
the rest of us.

- Freak.
- Crazy person.

Gives me
the heebie-jeebies.

You'd better let me
play, Donnie.

Or I'll tell everyone
you play with your thing

when you spy on your sister
in the shower.

How the hell'd
you know that?

Fight! Fight! Fight!

Get off of her. What'd you do
to her, Donnie?

- He wouldn't pick me.
- 'Cause you're crazy.

Don't call people names,
you dumb-ass redneck.

And next time, you're picking her.
Come on, Sook.

All yours.

I left a fresh towel
in there for you.

Appreciate that.

Great, this is the last
fucking thing I need.

Alcide.

- We need to talk.
- Sure.

Why don't you wait in the living room
and I'll pour us some lemonade?

Need a hand?

Sorry, I didn't mean
to startle you.

I just thought you were
waiting in the living room is all.

Plus, the kitchen's a mess.
I was hoping you wouldn't see it.

You kidding? This is the cleanest
kitchen I ever saw.

Even smells clean.

Like lemons on top of ammonia
on top of bleach.

Well, you know me.
Nothing's ever clean enough.

Glasses are over there.

What happened here?

I saw that open cabinet
look in "Southern Living."

What do you think?

I think you want to do the same
on the other side.

You know, you should build
things for a living.

So...

what's going on
that you couldn't call?

It's Russell Edgington, Sook.

He's on the loose.

On the loose?

Russell Edgington's dead.

Oh, those motherfuckers.

You mean they never
told you?

Never told me what?

God, I wish there was somewhere
else to eat in this town.

I'm with you there.

I've been friends with him
my whole life.

Why don't you just
go talk to him, then?

Why don't you just go
talk to her, then?

- Maybe I will.
- Then again, maybe you won't.

Afternoon,
Sheriff Bellefleur.

Stackhouse.

- Howdy, sir.
- Afternoon to you, Judge Clements.

Look, could the sheriff
and I get a minute alone here?

Yes, sir.

So what's up?

It's my son Ronnie.

Seems that last Tuesday,
one of your deputies,

Deputy Ellis
I believe it was,

gave him a BS ticket
for doing 75 in a 25.

How fast was he going?

My guess is around 75.

Still, I'm asking
for a favor.

I'd take care of it myself,
but that would be obstruction.

Know what
I just remembered?

Kevin's radar gun
was on the fritz

last Tuesday.

Radar on the fritz.

I don't know why, but you tickle my
hang-lows, Bellefleur.

I don't know why either.

You and me, we're gonna
have to hit the town soon.

Lunch is on me,
by the way.

Girlfriend fucker.

Mitch. Dan.

Buddy.
How y'all doing?

What you want,
girlfriend fucker?

That's right, girlfriend fucker.

Just want to talk
to my friend.

Well...

you don't have any
friends at this table.

Oh, come on, Bubba.

We got too much history
between us.

History, huh? You know what
they say about history?

- What?
- They say it's always repeating itself.

So did it, Stackhouse?
You go back, you do it again?

Yeah.

Then get away from me.

I'm so fucking
sorry, man.

Sorry doesn't go back and fuck
the only girl that you ever loved.

That's what
a girlfriend fucker does.

That's right.

So go on. Get the fuck
out of my face.

Get out of here.

He's 3,000 years old. What were
they thinking leaving him alive?

I wasn't privy to that.
I just poured the concrete.

Russell's gonna
come after you,

which is why you
gotta come stay with me.

I can't.

- Sookie.
- I have to stay here.

God damn it. If this is about me
declaring myself yesterday--

- It's not.
- 'Cause your life is on the line here.

You won't want me
to stay with you

once you've heard why
I can't stay with you.

Whatever it is,
I can handle it.

Last night, when I got
back from Bill's--

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
get the fuck up out of here, wolf.

What the fuck
is his problem?

He just broke up
with his boyfriend.

He ain't exactly
himself.

I'm real sorry about
you and your boyfriend,

but I'm here because
Sookie's in danger.

I heard.
I've been listening.

How the fuck do you think you
can protect her from an ancient,

pissed-off vampire
when all werewolves do

is piss off vampires
even more?

We done with all this
supernatural bullshit.

You heard me?
No vampires, no witches,

no ghosts, no maenads,

and no motherfucking
werewolves.

Don't fucking growl at me.

I'll make whatever
fucking noise I want.

Why don't you just get
the fuck up out of our lives?

You should go.

I'm throwing you a lifeline here.
Please take it.

Like I said,
I can't.

You know where to find me
if you change your mind.

God damn, Sook, what
the fuck was that?

You're gonna get
us both locked up.

How fucking stupid
can you be?

I know.
I'm sorry.

The sun will
be going down soon.

We should be there
for Tara when it does.

I'll get some Tru Blood.

Sure is a stubborn
son of a bitch.

We get anything
out of him yet?

No, ma'am.

You already confessed
to killing him.

Why the fuck won't you
tell us where he is?

Maybe you're just not
asking nice enough.

Give us a minute.

And you are?

The name's Martha.

What can I do
for you, Martha?

Werewolves are pack people.

And when our Packmaster dies,

there's certain things
we have to do to honor him.

We need his body back
in order to do that.

I bet now you're gonna tell me
if I take you to him,

no harm
will come to me.

No.

But I will promise
you this.

Lead us to Marcus,

and no harm will come
to Luna or Emma.

He wouldn't have
wanted it to anyhow.

Well, let's go.

I'll miss you, too,
my brother.

Might want to keep
the noise down in there.

New Orleans is only
60 miles away.

What is that?

Uh, that's my phone.

- You still got your phone?
- Huh.

How could you
be so stupid?

My phone
is untraceable, Nora.

Oh.

We fight like siblings,

but we fuck
like champions.

Alcide, my faithful friend.
How are you?

All right, thanks
for letting me know.

Eric, what is it?

Drink, drink, drink...

Drink, drink, drink, drink,
drink, drink.

Nice. Nice.

I swear, you are the coolest
vampire I ever met.

- You really are.
- Thank you.

You know, our college
accepts vampires.

They have night classes
and everything.

- And you could join our house.
- I don't know.

I mean, people go to college
to become big and powerful, right?

Well, I already am,
so why do all that work?

I believe it was to you.

I believe it was.

That better be gone
when I get back.

- Boom!
- Hook it up, baby.

You're hooking up
with a vampire.

Oh, Jason.
What are you doing here?

Just thought, since
I'm yours and all...

Oh.

Jason, you know
what I said last night,

that was just to--
that was just to protect you.

You know, the conversation
we had before,

it still applies.

Oh, of course it does.

Hell, I love
when shit applies.

Hey, can we get some
more beer in here, please?

Um, hold on a sec.

Support staff,
my friends need more beer.

Right away, Miss Hamby.

- Having a party?
- Oh, um...

No, I totally would
have invited you.

I just-- you know, I think
some of them are underage.

You know,
with you being...

Like I said,
I'm off duty.

- Hey, y'all.
- Oh, shit, it's the cops.

Oh, guys, no, no.
Don't worry about it.

This is my friend Jason.

Yeah. Yeah, that's right.
We're all just friends.

In fact, if it'll make you
feel more comfortable,

I can take off the uniform.

- I know I'd feel a lot better.
- Yes, please.

- I'm Cammy.
- I'm Trish.

All right.

- Let's play some quarters.
- Whoo!

You're a hard man to get
alone, Private Bellefleur.

Go home, Patrick.

I don't have one.

In fact, I lost it
in a fire.

And it's not just
you and me.

Privates Jemarcus Kessler
and Todd Jeffries had them too.

Jemarcus and Todd
are dead.

- Fuck.
- One squad, four fires.

That had to be one hell of
a coincidence if it was one.

Our fire's got nothing to do
with the rest of y'all's.

Ours was started because
of a misunderstanding

with a super-pretty ghost
named Mavis

who turned out to be
real nice in the end.

All due respect, Private,
but that's bullshit.

This is about what happened
that night in Iraq, and you know it.

Why the fuck
are you even here?

- Terry?
- Get out of here, Arlene.

- Get out!
- Okay.

But you cut
this shit out, Terry.

It's cool.

We're cool.

This is my life
that you're fucking with.

You want to know why I came?

'Cause I thought you might be
the one that was doing all this,

but once I realized you weren't,
I thought maybe you'd want to help

before everyone turns
up dead, but I guess I was wrong.

I guess you were.

Private Eller vanished on me
about five years back.

You two were close. You got any
idea where I can find him?

Uh-uh.

No, I don't.

Thanks for your help,
Bellefleur.

You done the Corps
real proud.

♪ Hey, street boy ♪

♪ What's your style? ♪

♪ Your own dead-end dreams
don't make you smile ♪

♪ I'll give you something
to live for ♪

♪ Have ya, grab ya,
till you're sore ♪

♪ Hello, Daddy ♪

♪ Hello, Mom ♪

♪ I'm your
ch-ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb ♪

♪ Hello, world ♪

♪ I'm your wild girl ♪

♪ I'm your
ch-ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb ♪

♪ Cherry bomb,
cherry bomb ♪

♪ Cherry bomb ♪

♪ Cherry bomb,
cherry bomb ♪

♪ Cherry bomb. ♪

Whoo.

Thanks, Bob.

That was awesome.

- Wasn't it?
- Mm-hmm.

Hey, want to get
out of here?

Mm-hmm.

All right.

You guys, come on.

Let's do some Foreigner.
Whoo!

Yeah!

We could go to
the sorority house.

Except I share a room with, like,
half my pledge class

so we wouldn't have
much privacy.

Or we can go
to your place.

I think I'm just gonna take
you to the sorority house.

Nails!
We will give them a show.

Uh, look, I'm just gonna
take you back and that's it.

I don't want to
have sex tonight.

But we were
rocking so hard.

Oh, I know we were.

And everything
we were feeling

in that entire song,
that was real.

Still, uh...

um...

You seem like
a real nice girl, Cammy.

And smart, too.
And-- and--

oh, you got a stomach
on you that--

whoa, I mean, it might
even be flatter than mine.

So, what? Are you, like, hung up
on somebody else or...?

I don't know what I am.

But I do know how things would end
up if you and me had sex tonight.

I'd stay till morning,

'cause I like to think
I'm a good guy.

And I'd probably even
take your number.

But then I'd get in the car
and the first thing

I would do would be
to chuck it out the window.

And you'd spend the next two
weeks thinking it was you,

which ain't fair at all

'cause the issue's
all mine.

Wow.

You just don't seem like
that much of an asshole.

Yeah, I swear to God
I am, though.

But I don't want to be.

Not anymore.

Which is why I'm just
gonna drive you home.

All right?

I guess my friends
are pretty drunk.

Yeah.

All right.

Um, do me a favor
and put on that sweatshirt.

'Cause you are in some kind of shape
and I don't need to see that shit.

I figured when
the sun went down...

Me, too.

What if it don't work?

It has to.

Marcus.

Thank you for
bringing us to him.

Come on.

You did the right thing.

My last great act,
I guess.

I don't know.

It's kind of nice of you
to dig your own grave for us.

- I wouldn't do that if I were you.
- God damn it, Luna.

- I had to.
- Sam didn't kill our Packmaster.

I did.

- Our new Packmaster.
- Fucking deserved it, too.

Careful, Alcide.

- You take that back.
- Who the fuck are you?

I'm his mother.

Don't you bow down
to him.

You put a shifter before
your own pack, Herveaux.

I will never bow
before you.

I'm cool either way.

Don't do it, Martha.

Cat.

This is Cat Ingerslev. She'll be
heading up your extraction.

- Bill Compton.
- Eric Northman.

Not anymore you're not.
Your papers.

Marcellus Clarke.

Ike Applebaum?

New papers
are very hard to come by,

I assure you,
Mr. Applebaum.

Time to say your goodbyes.

Take care of yourself.

In the name of the one true
Vampire Authority,

in whose wisdom and justice
all is made manifest by God,

do not fucking move!

When was the last time
we ate something?

Eating?

What is that?

I'll go and scavenge us
up something.

Thanks.

There is dirt
in my bra.

Did it work?

I don't fucking know.

Tara. Tara!

Wake up.
Tara, wake up.

The head would be up there.

Tara.

Come on.

Please be okay.
Please.

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

No.

No.

Sook?

No, this can't
fucking be.

Lafayette!

♪ To everything,
turn, turn, turn ♪

♪ There is a season,
turn, turn, turn ♪

♪ And a time
to every purpose ♪

♪ Under heaven ♪

♪ A time to be born,
a time to die ♪

♪ A time to plant,
a time to reap ♪

♪ A time to kill,
a time to heal ♪

♪ A time to laugh ♪

♪ A time to weep ♪

♪ To everything,
turn, turn, turn ♪

♪ There is a season,
turn, turn, turn ♪

♪ And a time
to every purpose ♪

♪ Under heaven. ♪

== sync, corrected by elderman ==