(MOANING)
Sookie. I don't wanna talk anymore.
I've waited so long for this.
Alcide.
(VOMITS)
ERIC: Alcide.
You sure know how to treat a lady.
Oh...
Oh, no, no, no.
I ain't down with this hinky brujo shit.
Sookie could have died in that car crash.
(GROWLS)
Fuck you.
Listen up.
I ain't never put too much stock in you, Lord God
but if you up there, I'm tired of all this bullshit.
I'm a good man!
Did some shitty stuff.
But compared to all the evil out there,
I'm good enough, better than most.
So cut me a break.
(SIGHS)
Jesus, if you're out there
can you give me a sign?
Anything.
Because I need some help.
I just need some fucking help.
Tie him up. PATRICK: Ow.
Go fuck yourself.
Did anything follow you here?
Eller, man, it's just us. You got nothing...
Did anything follow you here?
No, man.
We're alone. Nobody followed us here.
(DOOR CLOSES)
I'm thinking maybe this was a not-so-great idea.
Ho-ho-ho.
(GASPS)
SANTA: Of course I need you, Rudolph.
RUDOLPH: Really, Santa?
To guide your sleigh?
SANTA: You can do the thing
that all the other reindeers can't. Now, go on.
WOMAN: Sookie, honey, eat your cereal.
Oh, you can so pinch an inch. MAN: Hey.
Hey, stop it. Come on.
Hey, champ. Come get some breakfast.
You ready to take the Stingrays today?
Yeah. We're gonna kill them.
Mm-hm. It's just Pee-Wee, Corbett.
Pee-Wee's still ball.
(MICHELLE CHUCKLES)
Dad. What's the matter, Jason?
MICHELLE: What's the matter, pumpkin?
Uh... Your neck. You're bleeding.
Oh, there, there, sweetie. Do you want a little sex?
Sex always makes you feel better, doesn't it?
Not even a blow job?
(CELL PHONE RINGS) (GASPS)
(RINGING CONTINUES)
Hello? Who?
Hey. Hey, Rosie, hey.
Listen. Listen, what year is it? What year?
Good. No, that's good.
Yeah, yeah. I'm on my way.
Oh. Fucking fairies.
(RINGING)
ARLENE: Andy Bellefleur, would you answer your phone?
Andy. Pick it up. You're gonna wake the baby.
It's only rung about 4000 times. Andy!
It's a felony. Cheese and crackers, Andy.
Would you put some clothes on? Now, have you lost your mind?
(ANDY GRUNTS)
Can a man have some privacy?
Would you just pick up the phone?
(BABY CRIES)
You see?
(PHONE CONTINUES RINGING)
(GRUNTS)
Bellefleur.
Uh... Yeah.
Okay, I'll be there.
I'm not even sure that's possible.
You succeeded before with Tara.
That was a maenad spell.
I've never tried to un-glamour someone.
Where were you guys, anyway? We were worried.
Clearly.
Alcide's employee is the only person
who can identify whoever it was that freed Russell.
I don't want Doug mixed up in this bullshit.
You fangers bring nothing but trouble and death.
Well, we don't need your permission, wolf.
Russell has been under the ground.
It'll take him a few days to recuperate.
He'll be straight out after us on the hunt.
You didn't kill him when you had the chance.
What did you say? ALCIDE: You heard me.
ERIC: Get out of here.
BILL: You wanna tell me what to do?
ALCIDE: I'll tell you whatever the hell I want.
(BARKING)
(SOOKIE LAUGHING)
Oh, I'm sorry.
I just keep thinking that if I make the right choice
all this madness will end and my life will go back to normal.
But it's not gonna end, is it?
This is it.
It's not gonna change.
We say goodbye, and the next thing,
you guys are back in my house
and a 3000-year-old vampire wants to suck my blood.
Must be Thursday.
Well, come on. What are y'all waiting for?
Let's go hunt Russell.
Onwards into the jaws of death. Boot and rally.
Thanks a lot, Tara.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
You actually look halfway decent.
If I wanted to look like a drag queen,
I would have raided Lafayette's closet.
Here. You take the first shift.
You want me to bartend?
No, I want you to sit on your ass and play Scrabble.
Yes, I want you to bartend. Fangtasia's mine now
and we're understaffed, so make yourself useful.
So, basically, I'm your slave.
Pretty much.
The more things change,
the more they fucking stay the same.
Can I get a Tru Blood, O-neg, sweet thing?
I am many things, but sweet ain't one of them.
All right.
Hi. What can I get you?
You're new here.
(HISSES)
Oh.
Okay, well, if you wanna skip the small talk...
(GASPS)
Repeat after me, I will never ever,
ever fucking feed in public
where people can see me and report me
to the goddamn Authority.
But you said before... Listen close.
I saved your fucking life
and lent you some truly exquisite clothes
but if you do anything to mess with Fangtasia
I will silver you and stick you in a coffin to rot
until the next millennium.
Do you understand me?
(TARA GRUNTS)
Doug, this here's Sookie.
Sookie, this is Doug. It's real nice to meet you.
Well, what can I do for you folks?
Um... Would you mind terribly
if I took a little peek inside your head?
What do you remember about that night?
Nothing, I swear.
I was taking my break like always.
SOOKIE: Somebody's coming up to him.
What do they look like?
It's blurry. I can't make it out.
It's a woman.
She's digging Russell up with her hands.
(GROWLS)
Wait.
She has a necklace, a pendant.
Like a spider or a bat?
A female member of the Authority released Russell.
Did you tell Nora that we buried Russell alive?
No. I don't believe you.
Well, I'm sorry to hear that.
You said you and Nora share everything.
Not that.
You couldn't keep your mouth shut.
Now she's using Russell against us.
That's absurd.
Nora risked her life to free me, and you too.
(SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
Your boy, Chancellor Drew, is dead.
You served him up like a lamb to slaughter.
Now he's just a pile of guts on the floor.
Drew is goo.
(LAUGHS)
Drew is goo.
We will rise up.
The warriors of Lilith are coming for you.
Coming for all of you.
(NIGEL AND NORA SCREAMING)
Your nights of sacrilege are numbered, Roman.
(SCREAMING CONTINUES)
SALOME: Any news yet
from Mr. Compton or Mr. Northman?
They dawdled about Bon Temps,
visited the home of a local waitress
went to the Quickie Mart for a jumbo coffee
and a box of Nutter Butters
then traveled by cube van
to a parking facility in Shreveport.
Please notify Mr. Compton and Mr. Northman
that the Guardian has instructed that they have until dawn
to find Russell Edgington or they will be terminated.
DIETER: Mm.
(TYPING)
(BEEPS)
Chancellor Drew was a great man.
I thought he was a great man.
We drafted the Vampire Rights Amendment together.
He was deeply committed to mainstreaming.
How could he lose his way?
How could I not see it?
He fooled us all, Guardian.
So much blood.
For what?
Some vampires believe
the blood in this urn is the actual blood of Lilith.
They are just as misguided as the humans who think
that their communion wafer is the literal body of Christ.
And there I am doing my little song
and dance with the dropper.
Symbolic ritual, nothing more.
Forgive me, Guardian,
but the Sanguinistas are gaining ground.
They are recruiting followers
even amongst your closest allies.
Yes, no shit.
Two of my own chancellors.
It is a mistake to underestimate them.
Perhaps if you...
I refuse to pander to fanatics.
But this is not what I'm suggesting.
Just throw the religious base a bone.
Control the message
but on your own terms.
PATRICK: Well, there's no denying it.
Eller's the firebug.
He torched Kessler and Jeffries.
How long you think he's been here?
Couple of years at least.
Man, he has really lost his fucking shit.
(DOOR SLAMS)
ELLER: I just gotta do it.
(TERRY GASPS)
PATRICK: Eller. For the love of God, Eller.
Maybe if I kill you, it will forgive me.
You do not have to do this.
Who needs to forgive you?
I saw them burn. Who?
Kessler. Him and his wife.
How?
After we got back
I was crashing on their couch for a while
and this one night I woke up and their house was on fire.
Jemarcus and Lana were trapped down the hall.
I tried to get to them, but the fire moved.
It didn't move like it was supposed to.
It didn't burn one thing and move on to the next.
The fire saw them running and it intercepted them.
And they were screaming, and then I saw it.
It was in the flames.
It was looking at me, coming for me.
So I jumped out the window,
and I ran and ran and just kept running.
Looked it up. Fucking Googled it.
Came right up in the goddamn search engine.
It's called ifrit.
Means "the evil."
An infernal being of smoke and fire.
It's coming for us.
Eller, man, there's no fire monster coming for us.
ELLER: Yeah, there is.
We shouldn't have done it.
We shouldn't have done what we did.
Shut up. We didn't do anything.
She cursed us, man. Shut up.
She was dying and she cursed us.
(GUNFIRE)
(PEOPLE GROANING AND CRYING)
(SCREAMING IN ARABIC)
You stay with me.
ELLER: We shouldn't have done what we did.
I don't want to talk about it.
(WOMAN GASPING)
She's alive, sergeant.
(GASPING)
Dead check her.
We can save her. We can call in a medevac.
We've been in country too long
to get dragged down by this. Understand?
We can help her. There is only one thing
that's important out here.
Now tell me what the fuck that is.
The man to your left and the man to your right.
That's right. Now you fucking dead check her.
(SPEAKING IN ARABIC)
(IN ARABIC) May the ifrit burn you all
and everything you've ever loved.
Plucked off, just like virgins in a whorehouse.
(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)
ANDY: Stackhouse.
Earth to Stackhouse. Huh?
Come on. Hey.
Andy.
You remember how we got back from the club earlier tonight?
Was hoping you could tell me.
Last I remember, we was getting blasted out of there
by those fairy bouncers and waking up buck naked.
Watch that homo talk, Stackhouse.
Folks will sue you for that shit.
No, Andy. Those guys and all those strippers
they're fairies, like Tinkerball.
They're supes, man.
Those ladies are fairies?
Yeah. I fucked a fairy?
Well, if you did it with one of them ladies, then yeah.
Oh. What is it, man?
Fuck it. I don't care if those ladies are fairies
or leprechauns or fricking Ewoks.
I got a good thing starting up with Holly
and I ain't gonna let Maurella
and her sexy fairy friends mess it up.
So I'm gonna steer clear of that place.
And you and me, we ain't gonna talk about it no more.
You get me?
Uh... Sweep the perimeter.
I'm gonna interview our witness.
These folks friends of yours?
I gotta ask you a few questions.
Yeah.
What happened here tonight?
Well, we were getting together for dinner
and when I got here,
I found Emory and Suzanne on the porch.
Dead.
How long did you know the victims?
About a year.
Know anybody who'd want them dead?
No.
No, they're good people.
Is there anything else you wanna tell me?
Anything hinky?
Well, we're shifters.
All of you? Yeah.
We get together every couple weeks.
We shift. We run in the woods.
Well, hang tight. I'll come get you in a while.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS)
Hey.
I'll take a Tru Blood.
That's two parts O-neg, one part B-pos.
Thanks.
Hey, you... You okay?
Trade you makers.
Pam is not so bad.
One, she'll probably let you feed off a human.
You know, Bill made me drink nothing
but Tru Blood for forever.
Hey, I'm sorry this happened to you
if you didn't want it to.
It's just, I know how awful and scary and
lonely it can be.
But it gets better. It really does.
You know, I think that the hardest part is that,
like, nobody gets you.
Like Pam and Eric and Bill, they're all just so old.
And then humans, you know, even if they love you or...
I mean, if they try, you know, they don't get it.
Been feeling fresh out of friends lately.
You could hang with me.
We can be girlfriends.
I feel crazy in my head.
Yeah, I know. I know.
When I was turned, I didn't understand at all.
I had all these... These impulses.
And I was effing hungry like all the time.
It's like I can't see straight.
Like there's all these beating hearts around me
and I just want to rip these people's fucking heads off
and drink out their insides.
It's like this haze of, I don't know, desire.
And you can't think about anything else.
It's fucked up.
No. No, it's not.
No.
No, listen. I...
I put myself through a lot of grief and,
God, a ton of blood tears
before I realized that these feelings are not bad.
They're awesome.
No, I mean, at least, they can be.
Either way, I mean, they're part of who we are now,
and I feel like...
I feel like I'm just now starting to figure out,
like, what it even means to be a vampire.
Have you fed on a human yet?
How was it?
It was all right. Mm-hm.
Yeah, how fucking great is it? Really fucking great.
Better than sex, right? Yeah, actually.
Just wait.
Wait until you try feeding and fucking at the same time.
Damn.
I don't know about all that.
No, I know, but it's not just about the feeding and the sex
and, like, the power, but I mean
we're gonna live forever.
We're gonna be young forever.
I mean, the world, it's like, wide open to us.
Alcide, are we gonna talk about the fact
that I puked on your shoes?
No.
This is so damn messed up.
I don't remember ever being down this way.
Turn left up ahead.
What if Nora orchestrated this whole thing?
She pretended to save us
so she could send us to Russell?
And why would she do that?
Russell could be a powerful ally to her cause.
Though he'd never agree to do it for free.
But if she were to serve the two of us up to him
then she'd be in a position to negotiate.
Yeah, well, that's not what she did.
She tried to get us out of the country.
No, that's what she said she was doing.
You're just being paranoid.
Then why is she still alive?
I don't know, Bill.
She's a traitor and a liar just like her brother.
(BOTH GROWL)
Take that back.
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
Hello.
MOLLY: Hey, guys. It's Molly.
Remember me?
Giving you a shout-out to let you know
that your countdown has started.
Our countdown?
Yeah, your iStakes are set to activate at dawn.
Bummer, right?
There must be some kind of mistake.
No. I'm launching a test.
Are your iStakes glowing?
Yeah, they're glowing. Cool.
Means we're good to go. Good luck.
And if you don't make it, it's been rad serving you.
Peace out.
We don't have much time.
(GROANING)
SOOKIE: They took Russell inside.
BILL: We don't have much time.
We should split up.
I'll take the north wing, you take the south.
Even at full speed, it's a lot of ground.
We'd like to thank you for getting us this far.
Eric and I will take it from here.
You can stay outside with Doug and Alcide.
Yeah, right. We don't have time
to worry about you.
First of all, I've seen enough horror movies
to know you don't split up when you're in a scary asylum
and there's a crazed killer on the loose.
Second, I think it's fair to say
that my microwave fingers and the sun
are about the only things
that have any effect on Russell
so the way I see it, it's me protecting you
from him instead of the other way around.
Third, I got a headache, I gotta pee something fierce
so I'd just as soon get this over with.
(CHUCKLES)
Doug.
Now, there's a wooden bullet here.
Silver core.
Wooden bullets kill shifters?
Sure, but so do regular bullets.
Wooden bullets kill vamps, though, if they hit the heart.
Maybe the killers are after vamps too.
Or maybe they got a grudge against supes in general.
You guys need anything else? No, we'll be in touch.
Hey, sorry about your friends, man.
Thanks, Jason.
Bullet came from this direction.
Hey, you know what's fucked up?
Got a pretty long list.
No, all this supernatural shit, these killings.
And they've been going on for years.
Us humans just started paying attention
because the vamps came out of the coffin.
But before that, supes have been killing people
and making it look all natural
and we've been none the fucking wiser.
The vampires
they've been getting away with this shit forever.
ANDY: Looks like tire tracks.
BF Goodrich radials.
The shooter stood right here.
And boom.
Shot down those poor people in cold blood.
They never had a chance.
(ALCIDE SNIFFS)
Wolves have been here.
They come with Russell.
(DOUG WHIMPERING)
DOUG: I don't like this.
(MOANING)
(GRUNTS)
You okay?
Yeah.
Remind me to avoid Peach Schnapps in the future.
Turn left.
(THUNDER CRASHING)
DOUG: I've never been to New York City.
I'm just saying
if I die, I won't never have made it to the Big Apple.
New York City smells like pee, and the people are rude.
(RAT SQUEAKING)
(DOUG WHIMPERS)
(DOUG SCREAMS) SOOKIE: Oh, my God.
ALCIDE: It's okay, Doug.
It's okay.
(DOUG WHIMPERING)
(RATS SQUEAKING)
Good Lord in heaven.
DOUG: No, no, no.
Seems like we're in the right place.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(POP MUSIC PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS)
Hoyt?
Oh, hey, Tara.
What's with the get-up? It's the look.
Fangbangers. Never took you for no fangbanger.
Well, I never took you for no vamper.
People change.
What do you say?
Go home to your mama, Hoyt.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
My blood's not good enough for you?
SOOKIE: This way.
ERIC: The morgue.
How convenient.
PATRICK: Bellefleur, hey.
Hey, come on. Bellefleur!
(GUNSHOTS)
(GHOSTLY MOANING)
I saw it too.
I saw the ifrit.
You saw it?
It was watching us.
I'm not crazy.
We've got to get out of here.
No. We're protected here.
The walls are flame retardant. I installed a sprinkler system.
Eller, we've got to get the fuck out of here.
This is what it's been waiting for to get us all together.
We are sitting ducks down here.
You're right.
Fucking right.
(TERRY GRUNTS)
I got a friend.
He lives on a houseboat down on the Gulf.
Maybe we could go there...
What the fuck?
That performance was brilliant.
No, I did believe him. He was right.
I saw that monster in the flames.
Help me. No way. I meant what I said.
That woman cursed us. We gotta get out of here.
I am sick of you crazy fucks.
Now, you either help me secure the prisoner,
or you get the fuck out!
Goddamn it, Bellefleur.
PATRICK: We're gonna get him some help.
Come morning, we'll turn him in to local authorities.
I saw it, sergeant.
The ifrit.
I thought I was hallucinating, but I saw it too.
We killed those people,
and we can't undo it and now we gotta pay.
No, no, hey, hey.
We were on drugs that night, Bellefleur.
Jacked out of our minds.
Of course you were seeing things.
But let's get one thing real clear.
There is no fucking ifrit.
Eller is just some poor sick fuck who likes to light fires
because he can't stand to live with himself.
Okay?
Yes, sir.
(ELLER COUGHING)
(CLEARS THROAT)
(GROWLING)
(GRUNTING)
(SCREAMS)
(MUFFLED GRUNTING)
(SCREAMING)
(MUFFLED GRUNTING)
Jesus!
Where have you been?
Well, I will tell him.
Lafayette!
Whoo-hoo! Lafayette!
(DOUG WHIMPERING)
(DOOR SLAMS THEN DOUG YELPS)
(HISSING)
We're being watched. I can't do this.
I'm sorry.
Oh, holy shitcakes.
I'm so fucking sorry, but this is crazy.
Doug!
(SCREAMING)
JIMMY: Please help me.
Don't take me. It's not my turn.
I'm too skinny.
I was on Atkins and I lost 40 pounds.
Take the others. Please, please. Whoa.
Fatties first.
Where do they take the prisoners?
Down the hallway.
There's screaming and then there's not!
I'm not going. I'm staying here.
Please, get me down from here.
I've got money. I can pay you.
Psst.
JIMMY: No, no, no.
You ready?
JIMMY: Come back. Don't leave me here!
Please!
(KNOCKING)
I tried calling, but you...
Sam, I'm sorry, but this is a bad time.
Luna. Suzanne and Emory, they're dead.
They were shot tonight.
Do you know anybody who would wanna hurt them?
No.
They're wonderful people.
Oh, God.
Hey, hey.
Hey, listen. I want to know how I can be here for you.
Thank you.
I know things have been hard between us...
I know. (CLATTERING)
What was that? Nothing. It's Emma.
She's been having trouble sleeping lately.
(SIGHING)
Oh, God.
Sam...
I'm sorry, but you should probably go.
Okay. Okay.
I'm gonna come check on you tomorrow.
Okay. Okay.
Here.
(LUNA SOBS)
Okay.
Hey, shifter! Whoo!
You're dead! (GRUNTS)
RAY: Only good shifter is a dead shifter.
LUNA: Sam!
SAM: Luna! No!
MAN (IN DISTORTED VOICE): Humans rule!
(MUFFLED SHOUTING AND LAUGHING)
(MOANING)
Oh, God.
EMMA: Mommy!
Emma, run!
RAY: Hey, get that little shifter.
(GUNSHOTS)
SAM: Run!
ROMAN: There are traitors in our midst.
Those who seek to tear down all that we have built together.
Now, as Guardian, I am tasked
with not only our political future
but the spiritual salvation of vampires everywhere.
The question before us is,
are we willing to share this world?
As vampires, we have committed crimes against humanity
crimes for which we must now atone.
The Sanguinistas want to turn the clock backwards
want to murder with impunity.
They think of humans as nothing but sustenance.
So the choice is ours.
Do we return to a time when we skulked in the dark,
hiding in the shadows
or are we willing to extend the promise of Lilith
and her bountiful mercy to all humanity and live as equals?
The Sanguinistas say we are going against our nature
that Lilith commands us to feed.
The pinnacle of the food chain.
HOYT: Tara, please. Please.
(GASPS) But they are wrong.
Get off of him.
But if we let our sins flourish...
TARA: What the fuck's your problem?
If we are slaves to our bloodlust,
if we let our hunger for power surpass our common decency,
we doom ourselves to damnation.
So let it be known...
we will not cede the floor
to the depraved tyranny of madmen and fanatics.
We will not stand by while zealots
hijack the righteousness of our cause.
We will fight
and let the night cleanse us of our sins
and lead us to victory.
RUSSELL: Took you long enough.
What infernal racket you people have been making.
(SNIFFING)
Oh...
Miss Stackhouse.
Always a pleasure, huh?
To what do I owe?
Fuck you, you psychotic piece of shit.
(COUGHING)
Hello, old friend.
Do you remember me?
We've come to finish what we started.
Well, as my great love, Talbot, used to say
when we were buck hunting:
"Give it your best shot."
(GROWLING)