Épisode Quoi que je sois, tu m'as transformée S05E03 - True Blood Saison 5

Tara s’enfuit dans la nuit et Sookie et Lafayette la cherche. La jeune vampire tombe sur une humaine qui répare un pneu crevé. Elle l’attaque, morte de faim, mais parvient au dernier moment à la relâcher.

Au QG de l’autorité, les chanceliers discutent houleusement sur le sort de Bill et Eric. Roman fini par les renvoyer et prend la décision d’en effet leur confier la mission de neutraliser Russell. Puis il fait entrer Steve Newling pour le brieffer sur sa nouvelle mission de porte parole de l’autorité. On apprend qu’il a été créé il y a 4 mois, « recruté » par l’autorité pour ses compétences et liens avec l’opinion et le camp adverse. D’ailleurs Newling s’empresse de dénigrer les humains, les disant très facile à manipuler. Roman le remet à sa place en lui demandant de les respecter.

Sookie part chercher de l’aide au Fangtasia : demande à Pam de convoquer Tara afin de la récupérer. Pam refuse et elles en viennent aux mains.

Tara arrive au Merlotte’s et demande de l’aide à Sam qui l’emmène à l’intérieur et lui donne une dizaine de « tru blood » pour étancher sa soif. Il veut prévenir Laf’ ou Sookie mais Tara refuse. Il finira par l’enfermer dans le frigo pour la protéger des rayons de soleil du petit matin qui pointe.

Afin de ne pas les perdre de vue, Bill et Eric se trouvent harnachés d’un système de sécurité équipé d’un traceur et d’un pieu en bois, impossible à enlever et que, d’un clic, l’autorité peut déclencher à distance.

Sookie et Lafayette s’inquiètent de savoir ce que Tara pourrait dire au sujet de Debbie.

Au bureau du shérif, Andy découvre que la photo prise par les fils d’Holly fait le buzz sur facebook, puis il reçoit la visite des parents de Debbie Pelt.

Jason rencontre la professeure qui l’a dépucelé dans un magasin. Il lui fait du charme et finira par retrouver ses bras chez elle, ce qu’il regrettera aussitôt.

Sookie et Lafayette cherchent Tara au Merlotte’s et Sookie découvre dans l’esprit de Sam qu’il l’a caché dans le congélateur. Sam lui apprend que Tara ne voulait pas qu’elle soit au courant, Sookie explique à peine mais Sam semble se satisfaire de sa réponse et, évoquant Tommy comprend qu’elle n’a pas voulu la perdre. Ils se câlinent tendrement.

Fangtasia : Pam se souvient d’Eric venu lui demander ses faveurs. Son prix sera de faire fuir les deux vampires qui sévicent dans son club, drainant ses filles à mort. Eric s’exécute et nous découvrons que ces deux vampires ne sont autres que Bill et Lorena. Eric est très ferme et Bill n’apprécie pas. Pourtant, magnanime, Eric reprochera cet affront à Lorena plutôt qu’à ce jeune vampire « prometteur ». Bill et Lorena quittent le club, Eric prend sa « récompense ». Dans son cercueil, Pam, toujours endormie, pleure à ce souvenir.

Arlène tente de savoir ce qui se passe avec Terry mais celui-ci ne veut rien dire et lui apprend juste qu’il s’en va pour quelques temps.

Les parents Pelt partent voir Alcide sur son chantier. Alcide leur apprend qu’il a renié Debbie et se fiche de son sort. Mais, devant l’inquiétude des parents, fini par accepter de la chercher aussi.

Andy fait son enquête au Merlotte’s et, devant Sookie mal à l’aise, semble douter. Lafayette panique en voyant ça mais Sookie le rassure.

Sur le parking, Holly et Andy discutent et concluent que malgré cette photo, ils devraient tenter de sortir ensemble un peu tous les deux.

La nuit tombe. Au quartier de l’Autorité, Bill et Salomé ont une petite discussion. Nous apprenons que la légende de Salomé a été manigancé par sa mère qui l’a « offerte » à son oncle. Elle complimente Bill sur les qualités qu’elle a perçu en lui, lui demande si elle peut lui faire confiance, le séduit et ils finissent par coucher ensemble.

Jess fait du shoping et, après avoir remis la vendeuse en place au sujet de Jason, découvre que le nouveau client qui vient d’entrer à une odeur exquise : c’est Claude. Elle le poursuit jusque dans un pré et s’enivre de son parfum… mais il a disparu.

Hoyt arrive au Fangtasia, habillé en gothique et informe Pam qu’il n’appartient plus à Jessica et souhaite « se faire dévorer » ici. Ce qui déclanche un nouveau souvenir pour Pam.

Elle est dans le lit avec Eric et lui demande de la transformer, refusant de mourir, de vieillir. Eric refuse, expliquant que c’est trop de responsabilité d’éduquer un bébé. Que de devenir créateur est un engagement éternel : « plus fort que le mariage, plus profond que n’importe quel lien humain ». Pam se lève et s’ouvre les veines : lui laissant ce choix : la transformer ou la regarder mourir. Eric craque.

Au boudoir de Salomé, Eric a été convoqué. La vampire lui explique qu’Eric l’a surprit en ne tentant pas de sauver sa sœur. Salomé nous apprend qu’elle connait tout de leur histoire : Godric, Nora et lui. Mais Eric reste de marbre. Elle lui dit qu’il est froid mais c’est parce qu’il a été blessé récemment, qu’elle voudrait essayer de le réchauffer un peu et s’offre à lui. Eric accepte, le visage fermé.

Pendant ce temps, Nora est torturée. Poussée à bout, craignant pour la vie des deux garçons que Rosaline menace ouvertement, elle craque et avoue être une adepte de Lilith.

Jason reçoit la visite de Jessica qui, allumée par les fragrances de Claude a envie de sexe. Encore mal à l’aise avec son expérience avec sa professeur, il refuse poliment. Jess lui propose alors gentiment de rester là, juste « en amis ». Jason accepte.

Tara se réveille et fait du tapage dans la cuisine du Merlotte’s, attirant Sookie et Alcide qui discutaient de la disparition de Debbie. Arlène et Alcide découvrent donc que Tara est un vampire. Malgré les protestations gentilles de Sam, lui rappelant que Laf’ et Sookie sont ses amis, Tara toujours en colère et affamée, s’enfuit avant de céder à la pulsion de les égorger tous.

Bill et Eric discutent dans l’ascenseur : ils découvrent qu’il ont reçu tous les deux les faveurs de Salomé et se demandent bien ce qu’elle veut exactement. Celle-ci fait son rapport à Roman dans son boudoir : à ses yeux, les deux ne sont pas des traitres et sont dignes de confiance. Roman lui rappelle qu’on ne peut faire confiance à personne, à commencer par ses proches car Nora a avoué. Salomé réagit aussitôt en évoquant le fait que de remettre la bible en question avait divisé les vampires, que l’organisation de l’opposition prenait de l’ampleur et qu’il faudrait peut-être envisager un changement de cap, qu’elle craignait pour sa vie à lui. Roman qui s’est déshabillé, la prend dans ses bras et l’embrasse en disant « avec une arme secrète comme toi, que comment puis-je perdre ? »

Au Merlotte’s Arlène fait le reproche à Lafayette d’avoir transformé Tara. Lafayette l’envoie promener mais son démon apparait et empoisonne le plat qu’il était en train de préparer. Lafayette s’en rend compte et panique.

Sur le parking du Merlotte’s, Sookie et Alcide ont une explication : Alcide prend très très mal que Sookie ne le lui ai pas dit d’emblée au sujet de Debbie et s’en va, le grognement du loup garou au fond de la gorge.

Tara marche en ville et entre dans une boutique de beauté. Elle s’installe dans un lit à UV et déclenche la machine. Pam, au club, ressent sa souffrance et lève les yeux au ciel en disant  « quelle idiote ! »

 

Scene 1: In the woods – Tara, Sookie, Lafayette, a girl

 

(Tara sees things blurry because of the silver spray that hurt her face, eyes and hands but she recovers soon and realizes that vampires have a more acute sight and other senses. She sees an opossum on a tree, she can see the whole Milky Way. Sookie and Lafayette are looking for her but she leaves when she hears them)

Lafayette: Tara, we just want to help! Tara! Please let us explain. We just wanna help, Tara.
Sookie: Tara! Tara!

(She can hear from far a girl who is trying to change the tire of her car)

Girl: Goddamn piece of shit. Ow! My nail. (She sees Tara) Hey! Hi. Ma'am, can you help me? Because I have never changed a tire before in my life. And I ... (Tara puts her fangs out) Listen, I ... I got no problem with vampires. In fact, you know, I'm on your side. I think that y'all should have the same rights that we do. (Tara rushes on her to attack her)

 
(theme music playing )

Girl: Oh, God, please, I don't wanna die. Don't hurt me. Please, let me go. Please, let me go. You don't have to do this. (Tara sees a cross in the windscreen and her own reflection. She seems disturbed. She releases the girl) You don't have to ... you can just let me go.

Tara: I'm sorry.

(She leaves)

 

Scene 2:

Russell Edgington, alive.

What an epic fucking disaster!

Allow me to take care
of these traitors, Guardian.

They will beg for the true death.

Shouldn't we at least consider their proposal?

Since when do we negotiate with apostates?

If they think
they can smoke out

Russell Edgington, why not let them try?

The odds are they won't survive the fight.

And what kind of precedent does that set, rewarding these traitors for what?

Not following orders
in the first place.

Exactly. We cannot condone this blatant insubordination.

Rosalyn, you would sentence your own maker to the true death if it served your political agenda.

My maker was a pioneer, a true mainstreamer, unlike some people ...

Chancellors, thank you for your input.

Be assured that I will take it all under advisement.

Bless the Blood.

Stay.

The Sanguinistas

have turned Russell Edgington into some kind of hero for ripping out a man's spine on TV.

He has become
the poster boy

for the anti-mainstream movement, their Osama bin Laden.

Do you know the one thing more dangerous than a martyr?

A 3,000-year-old vampire who hasn't fed in over a year.

Suffering does not kill the appetite for power.

It exacerbates it.

I've dedicated my guardianship to the fight for coexistence, and I will not see it go swirling down the shitter because of one ancient, pissed-off psychopath.

Do you understand what I am saying?

Absolutely, Guardian.

We'll bring him in... or die trying.

What do you think?

Well, they put him in the ground once.

Send in the new Nan Flanagan.

It is an honor to be of service.

Scene 3: Fangtasia – Sookie, Pam

 

(Sookie is looking for Pam at Fangtasia. Pam is on stage, writing a text with vampire speed. She ignores Sookie)

Sookie: Pam? Pam? I need to talk to you in private. Excuse me, but this is an emergency.
Pam: Excuse me, so is this. My maker hasn't been home in four days, not that you give a shit.
Sookie: Eric's missing? Bill's demon spawn thinks they're on some kind of business trip, but we both know the only business Eric ever has with King Bill is the kind that involves almost getting themselves killed protecting you.
Sookie: Whatever they're up to has got nothing to do with me. Eric and I, and Bill, we're over.
Pam: If only.
Sookie: Pam, listen. Asking you for help again is about the last thing I wanna do right now, but Tara ran away. She's too fast. We can't catch her. She's out there somewhere, scared, hungry ... We had a deal.

Pam: I held up my end of it. You haven't done shit for me, Tinker Bell, so whatever you're asking ...

Sookie: Pam, you're her maker. All I need you to do is summon her. Then we'll take her home and never bother you again. I promise.

Pam: I'm not interested in you or that pathetic excuse for a vampire you had me make, so get out of my bar before I suck you dry.
Sookie: Find Tara.
Pam: Fuck Tara and fuck you!

(She throws Sookie to a table)
Sookie: God! (She uses her light to throw it to Pam, who falls from the stage)
People: Ah! Crazy!
(Pam stands up, hurt and mad)

Pam: What are you looking at? Go back to dry-humping each other and buying my overpriced drinks or get the fuck out!

 

Scene 4: Merlotte’s – Sam, Tara

Sam: What the fuck?

Tara: Help me.

Sam: What happened to you?

Tara: I'm hungry.

Nan Flanagan,

may the cold bitch rest in peace, went on CNN and told the world Russell Edgington had met the true death more than a year ago.

Tonight, however,
we have learned that

he is still very much alive.

Excuse me, sir, but says who?

Elvis was spotted
buying turkey jerky

in a 7-Eleven in Yakima last Thursday, but that doesn't mean he's still alive.

That just means people will 
believe anything they wanna believe.

Humans are not rational.

They are 100%
motivated by fear.

All they want
is to feel safe,

to know that they're good and right and they're gonna end up in a heaven full of puffy clouds with everybody they've ever loved wearing angel wings.

So, you tell me what you what them to believe and I'll sell it to them.

Reverend Newlin, you have been a vampire now

for, what, four months?

And yet you find it
funny to ridicule

and underestimate the human race?

The race that birthed all of us into existence?

Is this some kind of joke?

Revered Newlin was recruited because of his connection to the Fellowship of the Sun.

With his influence in the religious right, he'll be able to speak to people we never hoped to reach.

He can be valuable
if we give him the chance.

Don't be nervous, Steve.

I was new once.
I get it.

All I wanted to do was feed, fuck, and kill.

It took me centuries to realize that humans aren't just talking meat.

They're our ancestors.

None of us would be here
without them.

Have you heard of the Sanguinista Movement?

They believe that humans should be farmed like cattle, owned like slaves.

They believe in nothing.

They've learned nothing from history.

If we do not evolve, if we continue to behave like fucking savages, the humans will rise up.

They will retaliate with their armies.

It is just a matter of time.

Right now this council

is the only thing preventing a civil war.

That is why I need you, Steven.

If, for whatever reason, our sources are unable to bring Russell Edgington in quietly and he winds up on the TV threatening to eat children, I will need a friendly, trustworthy, vampire mainstreamer who knows how to work a crowd.

I won't let you down, sir.

You'd better not.

Make sure Mr. Northman and Mr. Compton are harnessed and thoroughly scanned.

We do not want a repeat of the necromancy bullshit.

Oh. I'll take care of it, Guardian.

Find out everything
you can.

Now, if you guys could take your shirts off for me, that'd be great.

What is that?

We call it the I-Stake.

That's catchy.

Right?

One click and this little sucker will pierce your heart faster than a bullet.

Wooden-tipped, of course.

All right, there you go.

Pinches a little, I know, but you'll get used to it.

Just imagine it's a training bra.

Well, it's been a long time since I wore one.

How do you trigger these devices?

There's an app for that.

You're joking.

Nope.

So if you try to do something stupid like attack me or try and run away or whatever, click and splat.

Efficient.

Same applies if you try and remove the harnesses, FYI.

These things are totally
indestructible ... 

waterproof, fireproof, yadda yadda yadda, knows who you had for breakfast and where you go to ground.

So do yourselves a favor ... don't fuck around, okay?

You guys are too cute to be goo.

Thanks.

Shit, Sook, I looked everywhere.

Merlotte's?

Her mama's?

Merlotte's closed.

Lettie Mae ain't seen her.

Did you tell them?

What was I gonna say?

"Sorry, Auntie. I had your only daughter turned into a vampire.

Oh, and by the way, she may be brain-damaged, too."

You're welcome.

It's not gonna stay a secret.

Not in this town.

Well, then we'd better figure out some kind of story on how Tara got turned and one that don't end in you blowing that were-bitch's head off and me helping you dispose of her body.

State she in, she could be anywhere, tellin' anybody anything.

It's not what she's telling people that I'm worried about.

Sun's gonna be coming up soon.

We gotta hope she's got enough sense

to go to ground
someplace safe.

Scene 8: Merlotte’s – Sam, Tara

 

(There are a lot of empty bottles of Tru Blood on the bar. Tara drinks them of after one. Sam is a bit embarrassed)

Sam: Another one?
Tara: More. I don't care if it's cold.

Sam: You sure?
Tara: I'm starving.

Sam: Tara, talk to me. Tell me who did this to you. All right, I'm calling Lafayette.
Tara (Still drinking): Mm-mm.
Sam: Sookie? She's your best friend. (Tara says no with her head) Tara, you don't want to talk to me, you need to talk to someone.
Tara: No! Do not fucking call them, Sam. Don't tell them where I am. Promise me you'll ...

Sam: Tara? Tara?

Hey, hey, hey. Whoa.
(She faints)

Tara?
(He takes her in his arms and realizes that it will be day soon)

Scene 9: Police Station – Andy, Kevin, Rosie, Debbie’s parents

Kevin, Rosie.

Morning, Sheriff Bellefleur.

You been working out, hon?

Uh, actually, I have been hitting the weights here and there.

Thanks for noticing.

Gotta watch that figure, huh?

Now that you're a local sex symbol?

Rosie, shut up.

What are you talking about?

What's she talking about?

Answer me, Officer, or I'll have you patrolling park urinals the rest of the month.

Nice mug shot, Sheriff.

- Is that Facebook?

I mean, it is a real nice picture.

I mean, from a photography standpoint.

Shut up.

I'm sure the good people of Bon Temps will be real glad to know y'all are spending their hard-earned tax dollars surfing porno on the Internet!

Get back to work!

- Sheriff Bellefleur.

What?!

Gordon Pelt. This is my wife Barbara.

We're here to talk to you about our daughter Debbie.

Sorry, uh ...

Mr. and Mrs. Pelt, thank you for coming.

Scene 10: Shop – Jason, Miss Steeler

Jimmy, on aisle 3

there's a bag of dog food
that opened.

Clean it up.

Miss Steeler?

Jason Stackhouse.

It's been a long time.

15 years.

I can't believe this.

Wait, last I heard, you'd moved to Indiana and married a podiatrist.

A psychiatrist. We're divorced.

Oh. Sorry about that.

But you're back in Bon Temps.

That's awesome. You still teaching?

No, I quit a long time ago.

Wow, really?

But you were ... you were so great at it.

I remember everything you ever taught me.

I'm sorry. I shouldn't...

I'd better get going.

Jason, don't.

I just need your help with something.

Crunchy or sweet?

Sweet.

Mm.

Scene 11: Merlotte’s kitchen – Arlene, Terry, Sookie, Lafayette

 

I cried myself to sleep worrying about you, waiting for you to come home.

I know, and I'm sorry. You deserve a lot better.

Look, whatever is going on with you and Patrick, whatever y'all did over there, you can tell me.

I love you, Terry Bellefleur.

Ain't nothing you say is gonna change that.

Just tell me.

I can't. I promised.

We promised a whole bunch of stuff in our wedding vows.

Don't that count for nothing?

'Course it does, baby.

I don't wanna lie to you.

And I'm real bad at it, anyway.

I'm gonna tell you as much as I can, okay?

Okay.

I'm going somewhere with Patrick and we're leaving right now.

Well, where to?

I can't tell you.

Well, what are you gonna do there?

I can't say.

How long are you gonna be gone?

Don't know.

Okay, well, don't expect me to be waiting for you when you get back.

Morning, Arlene.

You didn't happen to see Tara last night?

I got this.

Hey, peaches and cream, stop all that crying before you mess up your pretty mascara.

Lafayette, go away!

Now, is that a yes or a no on seeing Tara?

No!

Scene 12: Merlotte’s office, Sam, Sookie

 

Sookie, hey.

Didn't realize you were working today.

Did you see Tara last night?

No.

No. No, why?

I called you a bunch of times and never heard back.

I was hoping maybe she was with you.

Look at her boobs, boobs,
boobs, the way she smells.

Think about that, anything
but the walk-in ... shit!

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

Walk-in?

Tara's in the walk-in?

Fuck!

It was the only light-tight place I could think of.

Why would you lie to me, Sam?

Well, she made me promise not to tell you.

Is she okay?

Hell, no! She's a vampire!

From how pissed she was at you and Lafayette, I'm guessing you had something to do with that.

She was gonna die.

The less you know about all that, the better, for your own good.

Sookie: If you hate me, it's fine.
Sam: Listen... you know, my brother died in my arms. He wanted to go, but I can't help wondering if I should've fought harder. The way I see it, you gave Tara another chance. It may not be the kind of life she had in mind, but it's up to her now what she wants to do with it.

Sookie: Thank you for keeping her safe and... everything.

Can I give you a hug without you thinking about my boobs?

Probably not.

Oh, what the hell. Go ahead.

Scene 13: Merlotte’s kitchen – Lafayette, Sookie

 

He put my cousin in the fucking freezer?

The cold isn't gonna bother her any.

When they sleep, they're basically dead.

We just have to make sure that nobody opens this door until nightfall.

Yeah, and then what?

It's like keeping a pet gator in a bathtub.

We can't handle her by ourselves.

We're just gonna have to find a way.

Sookie, you working today?

'Cause we got prep to do.

Coming.

Scene 14: Fangtasia’s basement (Flashback, San Francisco, 1905, brothel – Pam, Eric, girls, Bill, Elena

 

(Pam is sleeping and she has a flashback that takes us to San Francisco in 1905. Pam shows her girls to Eric)

Pam: We have something to satisfy even the most exotic fancies. The chink, we call her Rubber Ruby. Show the gentleman why. Would you, darling? (The girls puts her leg next to her head)
Eric: Mm, delightful.
Pam: Hmm.
Eric: But it is you I came to see.
Pam: A good merchant doesn't compete with her merchandise, sir.
Eric: And a good customer knows everything has its price.
(Pam is spying on Bill and Elana who are drinking one of her girls and glamoured her)

Pam: God damn them.
Girl: I am just a blood bag. My life is meaningless.
Lorena: Good little whore. Now say, "Drain me, Daddy. Drain me till I'm dead."
Girl: Drain me, Daddy. Drain me till I'm dead.
(Eric comes in with vampire speed, releases the girls from the spell, who runs away and lifts Lorena by the head. Pam is on the background)
Bill: Get your hands off of her.
Lorena: William, don't.
Eric: Oh, Lorena, you procreated. Oh, and he is protective. How sweet.
Bill: Who are you?
Eric: Eric Northman. But to you, the true death.
Lorena: Eric, please. He's new. He doesn't understand.
Bill: I understand perfectly. If Mr. Northman wants a fight, he can fight a man.
Eric: Well, he is brave and loyal. Strong for one so young. It would be a shame to waste a promising vampire simply because his maker failed to educate him on how to treat his elders.
Lorena: Thank you.
Eric: Mm.
Lorena: We did not know this was your territory. We deeply regret any inconvenience we may have caused.
Eric: Oh, it is the lady you owe the apology to.
Pam: A-And $500 for every girl that you drained.
Lorena (To Pam): We are sorry. Aren't we, William?
Eric: You had better get him under control.
(Bill and Lorena leave. Eric and Pam come closer)
I believe we have a debt to settle.
(Pam and Eric kiss each other. The flashback ends. Back to the coffin, Pam is crying)

 

Scene 15:
Hello.

Hey. Oh!

That's a cute kitty.

Oh, don't take it personally.

Prince Charming doesn't like sharing me.

He used to pee in my ex-husband's shoes.

Prince Charming, huh? Well, that explains it.

A name like that's just too much to live up to.

So, what's your life been like?

Are you married? You have a girlfriend?

I ain't had the best of luck in that department.

One died
right next to me,

one was married to a gay preacher.

Crystal was a ...

Let's not even go there.

But right now I'm fuck buddies with the love of my best friend's life, who's a teenage vampire.

It's just all kinds of messed up.

But it's really great to see you.

I mean, really great.

I've thought about you a lot over the years.

Me, too.

What happened between us was ...

Amazing, I know.

I was gonna say wrong.

I made a terrible mistake.

I never meant to hurt you or take advantage of you.

Oh.

I'm so sorry.

Well, I'm not.

You taught me how to do the only thing I ever been great at.

Jason, no.

I don't care what you say ...

that ain't no mistake.

This ain't no mistake.

Jason.

Oh, God.

Scene 16:
You found her car where?

In Bon Temps.

Off Hummingbird Lane.

Does she have any friends there?

Friends?

I wouldn't say that.

Well, what would you say?

Our daughter's missing,
Herveaux.

As far as we know, you're the last person who saw her.

Honey, calm down. This isn't helping.

We know you two had a fight.

She called us, said she was coming home to Jackson, only she never showed up.

It was more than a fight.

I abjured her.

You what?

Sorry to be
the one to tell you,

but she's back on the blood.

Caught her running
around on me again.

Abjuring her was the only way I knew how to end it for good.

You're lying.

She's been sober for over a year.

She wanted to marry you, have your cubs.

Well, screwing her new Packmaster was a hell of way of showing it.

That's my little girl you're talking about.

If you hurt her, you son of a bitch ...

Gordon, stop.

I didn't do anything to Debbie.

She's probably holed up with some drainer, getting loaded.

They found her wallet, Alcide.

All her money, her phone.

Now, I know Debbie's no angel.

Something's happened to her, I can feel it.

If there's anything you can do to help us find her, we're at the Sunshine Inn.

Scene 17:
Yeah, I know her.

That's Debbie Pelt.

You seen her recently?

About a week ago.

She gave me a ride to Shreveport to run some errands.

And you haven't seen her since?

Did something happen to her?

Been missing a few days.

We found her car abandoned about a quarter-mile from your house.

That's weird.

Jason tells me you said Debbie was "batshit crazy."

What's that mean?

Her boyfriend's a good friend of mine.

We try to get along, but we aren't BFFs.

She can be unpredictable.

Bet she didn't appreciate her boyfriend being friends with a single gal like you.

Or maybe you and this Alcide Herveaux were a little more than friends.

Andy, if you're suggesting ...

I ain't suggesting. I'm asking.

Was Debbie Pelt jealous of your relationship with her boyfriend?

I don't know.

I do know she's a V addict, she's paranoid, and can be real nasty.

If something happened to her, I'm sorry.

But she brought it on herself.

Why don't you tell that to her parents?

They're here searching for their only daughter.

V addicts have parents, too, and they deserve the same justice as me or you.

Well, justice is your job, not mine.

So unless disliking someone's a crime and you're gonna arrest me for it, I gotta get back to work, okay?

For now.

Hey, Sheriff Andy.

Miss Cleary. Speak to you outside?

We fucked and our asses is goings to jail.

He doesn't know anything.

It didn't sound that way to me.

I listened to his thoughts.

He's more concerned about the size of his rear end right now than he is about Debbie Pelt. Trust me.

I know you've been through a lot, but I need you to keep your eye on that walk-in and try and act like your normal, fabulous self.

Can you do that for me?

Arlene!

These beans is colder than titties in a brass bra.

Come on, now. Shit.
- Well, all right!

Jesus!
What's your problem?

Scene 18:
I never seen her before.

How about this one?

On Facebook?

Oh, I'm gonna skin those brats alive.

I will make sure they take it down before anyone else sees it.

Facebook already took it down.

It don't matter, though.

I could walk down Main Street naked with a bag on my head, folks'd still know it was me.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

Nah, don't worry about it.

A town like this, people'll stop talking about it in 15 years.

Anyway, now that the cat's out of the bag, uh, if you wanna, I don't know, take whatever this is to the next level, we got nothing to lose.

Sheriff Andy, are you asking me to go steady?

I guess I am.

Well you ... you realize I'm a witch, right?

My kids are delinquents. I live in a motel.

Well, I live with my grandma, and I'm an alcoholic and a recovering V addict and the laughingstock of the Renard Parish Sheriff's Department.

How'd we get so lucky?

Scene 19:
Wow!

That was ... 

I had no idea how much I needed that.

I got half a box of wine in the cooler.

Want some?

Wait.

You ... you were right.

What we did back then ...

it was a mistake.

Wh ...

Jason. Wait.

Don't leave.

Jason.

Good-bye, Miss Steeler.

Scene 20:
Thank you for joining me, Mr. Compton.

Did I have a choice?

There are always choices.

Are you comfortable in your new quarters?

As comfortable as one can be with a stake against his heart.

A necessary precaution.

I'm sure you understand.

Walk with me?

Do you know who I am?

You're Salome, beheader of John the Baptist, dancer of the Seven Veils.

Don't believe everything you read.

The human Bible, it's little better than "Us Weekly."

They made me a convenient villain, a symbol for dangerous female sexuality.

But I was just a girl with a severely fucked-up family.

So, you didn't ask for a man's head on a silver platter?

Politics.

John denounced my mother's remarriage to my uncle, the king.

She wanted him silenced, so she saw an opportunity in her new husband's fondness for teenage virgins.

The trade was her idea.

Your mother traded your body for revenge.

And the Dance of the Seven Veils?

They wrapped me
in sheer scarves

when I was delivered to my uncle's bed.

I suppose you can call what followed a dance of sorts.

The humans of my youth,

they were far more savage than any vampires I've known.

Anyway...

the world's different now, and so am I.

And yet you still have the attention of the Guardian.

And you still have the power to send men to their deaths.

So perhaps not that much has changed after all.

I like you, Mr. Compton.

I've been tracking your political career for some time, and...

your rise has been quite impressive.

Well, I am flattered.

Though why someone of your stature would be interested in a small-town monarch such as myself is a mystery to me.

Humility is for humans.

Do you know what I admire the most about you?

Clearly not my ability to take orders.

Your heart.

You still let it rule you.

A rare quality amongst our kind.

We've become so jaded.

We celebrate our own cynicism.

I want to help you.

Why?

Because something about you moves me.

And in over 2,000 years, I've learned to trust that feeling.

The question is...

can I trust you?

How can I prove it to you when you already have my life in your hands?

Perhaps by taking my life in yours.

Scene 21:
What do you think?

Honey, you are hotter than barbecue Tabasco sauce in that dress.

But if you're doing all this for Jason Stackhouse,

trust me, you don't
gotta work so hard.

What's that supposed to mean?

Well, there ain't
no nice way of saying this,

but God gave that boy a penis and a brain ...

only enough blood to run one at a time.

Well, you don't know him.

He's actually a really good guy.

Oh, sweetie, I've known him all my life.

You seem like
a nice vampire.

I just don't want to see you get hurt, that's all.

Really?

'Cause I think you just want me to know that you and Jason fooled around and that he dumped you, which I can't say I blame him for.

But if you want me to keep spending my daddy's money in your podunk store, I suggest you stop talking shit about my friends.

Okay, sweetie?

Yes, ma'am.

I'll get this one and one in red and those shoes, thanks.

Hi.

Welcome to Tracy's Togs. I'm Tracy.

How can I help you?

I'm picking up an order.

Garter belts.

These for your girlfriend or your wife?

My sisters.

You sure got a lot of sisters.

16.

You smell awesome.

What are you?

W-Wait. Hey, wait!

Hey, you gotta pay for that dress!

Shh!

Hey, where'd you go?

Hey, I can smell you...

everywhere!

Scene 22:
I know you.

Yeah, you're Jessica's.

No, not anymore.

Honey, the eyeliner, the desperation ...

they'll eat you alive in here.

Well, that's what I'm hoping for.

Scene 23: FLASHBACK, San Francisco 1905, Pam’s room, brothel – Pam, Eric

(Pam and Eric are talking in the bed after they had sex)

Pam: What's it like, being what you are?
Eric: Oh, it would take several of your lifetimes to answer that question.
Pam: Then make me a vampire and we'll have all the time in the world.
Eric: You don't know what you're asking.
Pam: Yes, I do. I'm not afraid.
Eric: I can see that. Most humans beg me to spare their lives and you want me to take yours.
Pam: I want you to give me one worth living.
Eric: Well, you seem to be doing quite well for yourself. Your profession may not be glamorous, but it's more honest than most.
Pam: Do you know what happens to women like me when we get old? We're pariahs. We die alone in the dark ... syphilis, TB. If you had any idea what kind of life awaits me, you wouldn't hesitate to turn me.

(Eric stands up and gets dressed)
Eric: And if you had any idea of the responsibility that comes with being a maker, you wouldn't dare ask.
Pam: Then make me and leave me. I'll take care of myself. I always have.
Eric: Would you toss a newborn baby in a gutter? Abandoning a new vampire is no different. Becoming a maker is an eternal commitment ... greater than any marriage, deeper than any human bond. To throw that away is sacrilege.
Pam: An honorable vampire. Isn't that a contradiction?
Eric: No more than an intelligent whore, yet here we are.
(Pam stands up and goes to a table, her back is turned and Eric cannot see her. He hears her crying. When she turns over, Eric sees that she has cut her arms)
Eric: Pamela. What have you done?
Pam: Let me walk the world with you, Mr. Northman... or watch me die.

(End of the flashback – back to Fangtasia)

Scene 24:
Sheriff Northman.

Good evening.

Thank you, Chancellor, for your support at the hearing.

We owe you our lives.

You can stop performing.

I have this room swept for bugs daily.

We can be ourselves here.

Please, sit down.

You surprise me.

And that doesn't happen very often.

I expected you to at least try and save her.

Who?

Your sister.

Don't worry, your secret is safe.

Even Nora has no idea I know.

How?

Godric.

He was glorious before he lost his way.

He loved you the most.

Well, now I see why.

So Nora risked everything for you, and you're willing to let us execute her for it.

What choice do I have?

There are always choices.

Godric gave you one while you bled out on that pyre.

Be his companion or die.

Are you lonely?

Is this how you make friends?

Friends you can trust are a rare commodity.

I sponsored Nora's chancellorship.

Did you know that?

Hmm.

I mentored her.

So her betrayal makes you look particularly bad.

You're cold.

But it's because you've been hurt, and that wound is still fresh.

I heal quickly.

Perhaps I can help you speed that along.

What do you want from me?

You know what I want.

I want to be your friend.

But it's what you want that intrigues me.

Scene 25:
You killed Hayes, conspired with known Sanguinistas

to aid in Compton
and Northman's escape.

As we say in Texas, honey, if you find yourself in a hole, the first thing you do is stop digging.

And as we say in Surrey, sod the fuck off, you cunting twat!

Here's my theory:

I think you did it
all for love.

So which one is it, hmm?

The sheriff or the king?

Both?

Well, see, now that's a sandwich I'd take a bite out of anytime.

Well, since their lives apparently mean nothing to you, we'll just go ahead and activate their I-Stakes.

Wait!

Yes, I believe vampires were made in God's image.

I believe that mainstreaming is an abomination, and I believe that Lilith will rise from the Blood and rip your blasphemous fucking heads off and dance in your muck!

Good girl.

Now, doesn't that make you feel better, hmm?

Scene 26: Jason’ house – Jason, Jessica

Hey. I just had the weirdest experience.

Yeah, so did I.

There was this guy and I could smell his blood.

I'm sorry, I know
that grosses you out,

but it smelled like cotton candy and fresh baked bread and fucking sex ...

the most delicious thing I've ever smelled in my life.

Why are you telling me this?

'Cause after he ran away, all I could think about was you.

Inside of me.

Just ...

What?

N-Nothing, nothing.

Let's do this.

Okay.

Yeah.

I'm sorry, is there something wrong?

You know what? Yeah.

I ain't some mechanical bull you can come and ride on whenever you feel like it.

What the hell happened to you today?

Let's see. Uh, well ...

I realized I got this big fucking hole inside of me that I've been filling with sex,

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

'Cause I was too fucking young, and it felt too fucking good, and it made it all go away.

But it ain't working no more.

And I don't know how to deal with what I'm feeling.

I can't do this right now.

Just go.

Listen, we don't have to have sex.

Uh ...

We could just talk.

I just want to be your friend.

See, the minute you do that, my dick starts screaming,

"Dude, just shut up and fuck her."

I can't be friends with a girl. I don't know how.

Yeah, you do.

You already are.

So, I'm gonna go put on a pair of your sweats and you're gonna grab yourself a beer, and then you're gonna tell me what the hell happened today.

And maybe I'll have some advice, maybe I'll just listen.

See?

It's that easy.

Mm-hmm.

Scene 27: Merlotte’s kitchen – Tara, Arlene, Lafayette

 

(Arlenes comes in the walk-in while Tara is still sleeping. She hears a noise)
Arlene: Hello? Is somebody in here? (Tara jumps on Arlene and bites her) No!

(Tara was dreaming. Lafayette wakes her up with a bottle of Tru Blood)
Lafayette: Rise and shine. Breakfast is ready. Come on now, hooker, drink. We gotta get you outta here ... (Tara starts breaking his wrist) oh!
Tara: Don't fucking touch me.

Scene 28: Merlotte’s – Sookie, Alcide

Alcide: They found her car near your house.
Sookie: I heard.
Alcide: She's back on the V. I don't know what she's capable of.
Sookie: Thanks for the warning, but I gotta get back to work.
Alcide: I tell you Russell Edgington's on the loose, you throw me out of your house. I tell you Debbie's MIA, maybe gunning for you, you act like it's no big deal. I get you're tough, but that don't mean you have to be stupid.
Sookie: I appreciate you caring, but that doesn't mean you get to talk to me like that. (She hears Lafayette screaming in the kitchen) Excuse me.
Alcide: Hey! There's something going on here, something you're not telling me, and I wanna know what.
Sookie: Nothing's going on, Alcide.
(Sookie and Alcide arrive in the kitchen)
Lafayette: Oh, shit, Tara! Oh! God. Fuckin' ...
Sookie: Lafayette, you okay?
(Lafayette lies on the floor, in pain. Arlene and Sam rush up)
Arlene: What in tarnation ... oh, my God.

(Tara comes out the walk-in)
Sookie: Tara, what are you doing in there?
Tara: Seriously, Sookie? This is your plan? To pretend none of it happened?
Sookie: Why don't we talk about it outside, alone?

Tara: Why? Afraid he won't think you're so cute once he knows what you did?
Sookie: You know that's not why.

Sookie: Tara, please.

(Tara puts her fangs out)
Arlene: Oh!
Tara: Fuck off!

(Tara leaves the room)
Sam: Hey, Sookie and Lafayette are your friends. They're trying to help you.
Tara: Turning me into a monster? I don't need that kind of help, and I don't need yours either.
Sam: Tara, wait ...
Tara: All I can think about is ripping out y'all's fucking throats, so stay the hell away from me for your own sakes, or I swear to God I'll do it.
Alcide (To Sookie): Nothing's going on, huh?

So, I had a visit this evening from a certain chancellor.

Interesting.

What, you, too?

You know what they say about gentlemen ...

they don't brag about sloppy seconds.

Oh.

What the hell does she want from us?

I have no idea, but something tells me she usually gets what she wants.

Did you have fun?

They're not Sanguinista.

And how do you know that?

'Cause Sanguinista aren't unshakable in their beliefs.

Mr. Compton is still looking
for something to believe in,

and Mr. Northman ... he only believes in himself.

I think we can trust them.

I'm not sure we can trust anyone anymore.

Nora confessed.

She is Sanguinist.

Roman...

your dismissal of the vampire Bible, your focus on mainstreaming above all else has divided vampires everywhere.

Perhaps it's time to consider a change of course.

That's exactly what they fucking want.

They're recruiting one of my very own chancellors, trying to undermine my guardianship from the inside.

Mainstreaming is working.

It is changing the world.

If JFK or Martin Luther King had backed off civil rights ...

Maybe they'd still be alive.

There have been assassination threats, uprising in Estonia, the Middle East.

The Sanguinista are organizing against you.

I'm afraid for you, that's all.

Don't be.

With you as my secret weapon, how can I lose?

What?

Just waiting on that gumbo.

Turning your own flesh and blood into a vampire ...

who does that?

I hear you.

I'm standing right here. Gumbo ain't ready yet.

Now get the fuck up out my kitchen!

Shame, Lafayette.

Shame on you!

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

No, no, no. No.

No.

She was trying to get to me. Tara jumped in front ...

And Debbie shot Tara?

I got the gun and I ...

What, Sookie?

Say it.

Say it.

I killed her.

You were never gonna tell me?

You were gonna let me go looking for her?

Wondering what the hell happened to her?

Yes.

Because you loved her. You forgave her for everything.

I didn't know what you were gonna do ...

Oh, bullshit!

I have had your back since the day we met.

And you owe me more than lying to my fucking face!

Alcide! I'm sorry!

I wish I could ...

Shut up!

I don't wanna hear it.

I don't wanna hear another word.

I don't ...

I don't have a right to ask, but I need to know what you're gonna do.

I need to know if you're gonna tell anyone.

You stupid bitch.