This week presented more of Russell's
insidious infiltration of The Authority. What does he want? Still unclear.
Whether it's pure anarchy or -- more likely -- something much more coldly
calculated, his appetite for blood, lust, and all things whimsically perverse
is being fed aplenty. Truly, he's about the only one who's satisfied this week
as nearly everyone else betrays his or her own weakness in the face of outside
attackers.
Picking up where we left off, Jason
left Chez Compton when he saw the bursts of light coming from Stackhouse Shack.
He found Sookie trying to sparkle-finger the fairy right out of herself. Jason
gave her a wonderfully charming big brother pep talk, telling her not to waste
her fairy powers because they were a legacy from their parents -- not a curse
(or, as Sookie has unfortunately discovered, a way to find out which local
pervs want to suck your toes). The Stackhouse sibs sought expertise from the
burlesque fairies, who reluctantly obliged after Sookie started screaming about
vampires in the middle of their club.
They
all headed to the Bridges of Bon Temps County, where the fairies told her some
mumbo jumbo about time being frozen and energy waves and Albert
Einstein (he was a halfling, too!). Long story short,
they joined hands in a circle, and Sookie channeled all their energy
to tap into her mother's memories of the night Ma & Pa Stackhouse were
murdered. The experiment went awry when Sookie made a psychic connection with
the very vampire that killed her parents. We didn't see his full face, but
whose name we learned is Warlow. (Claudine was there, too.) A sign of
absolutely nothing good to come, Warlow appeared to Sookie at episode's end and
garble-threatened her: "I'm coming for you. You. Are. Mine."
Back in NOLA, The Authoritarians
returned home from their wedding party massacre. Eric was in full-on V
hangover, even as the other Authority folks continued to revel in their
blood-drunk state. Bill soon came out of his V-lirium and faced a moral dilemma
as Salome presented him a nubile young girl for the drinking. Cue a flashback
to Baton Rouge, 1910, when Bill had the chance to make a vampire of his
dying daughter Sarah. Instead, he told her, "Immortality is a curse"
and let her rot. Back in the present day, he sucked the (im)mortality
right out of Salome's offering.
Meanwhile,
Eric pleaded to Nora by telling her he'd seen Godric at the rehearsal dinner
bloodbath. Nora's reaction was basically the exact opposite of what Eric
wanted. She told him his maker was a perversion and a blasphemer, then summed
her point up with a curt, "Fuck Godric." Eric had the chance to end
her, but he didn't. She purred, "Lilith will show you the way." But
it was Bill who was shown the way. After the rush of blood to his head, he and
the rest of the Authoritarians regathered to plot their path to domination.
Bill said the key was to end the production of Tru Blood. Without it, vampires
would be forced to feed on humans, thus unleashing their destructive powers.
Time to go bomb shopping!
Hoyt
also had his loyalty test when the vigilante yokels brought him Jessica on a
silver-chained platter. They reveled in his chance to "stick it in"
the cheatin' vamp tramp one last time, spelling out that "it" meant a
stake, not Hoyt junk. Thanks for the clarification, rednecks! They locked him a
room and left him to lose his vamp-stakin' virginity. And, as I suspect things
went with Hoyt's actual virginity, he couldn't get it up. He discharged a
gunshot, letting Jess snap the neck of one of the redneck vigilantes. That
isn't to say he doesn't still have serious anger for Jess, but he isn't ready
to show her the true death yet -- and most likely never will be. Unfortunately,
Hoyt's show of chivalry happened during daylight, so Jess couldn't leave the
house. Hoyt took off into the sunshine, promising to get help. Instead, he got
lost on a dirt road and found a friendly face (one we didn't see), who wasn't
so friendly at all and stuck a gun in Hoyt's face.
At the hospital, Sam overtook the
vigilante redneck orderly, but Luna was fighting mad. So mad, in fact, that
after Sam left to attend to the punk, she lost control and skinwalked right
into Sam's body. Scared and unsure what to do, she scampered out of the
hospital in her (now his) hospital gown, tush exposed. Luna-as-Sam found Actual
Sam and Andy in the police station, interrogating the Obama-masked murderer (as
a cobra, in Sam's case). He told them the location of Redneck Vigilante HQ and
headed straight there, saving Jessica. However, Luna-as-Sam got terribly ill.
Actual Sam took her home and expressed his love for her. It did the trick to
turn her back into her former self, but she's still hurtin' something fierce in
the tummy.
Elsewhere,
Alcide prepped for his pack master showdown by having a bunch of crazy,
acrobatic werewolf sex. The fortifying effects afterglow wouldn't be all that
useful when Alcide discovered that claiming pack master position would involve
murdering a hapless college track star. He refused to submit to that challenge,
which saved the kid approximately none at all because JD is a jerk. Alcide
threw himself at JD long enough to a.) get his ass handed to him and b.) give
the kid a chance to run away. JD took chase, and Alcide recovered in time to
save the innocent coed. JD ding-dinged round two, this time nearly killing
Alcide with a big rock, but Martha ran in just in time to save the hulking
hunk, claiming that JD would tarnish the entire pack if he began his tenure as
master by murdering one of his own. That fight is far from
over.
Meanwhile,
Lafayette returned to Bon Temps after healing his mouth with V and having a
tender moment with Ghost Jesus. Back on his home turf, the wicked witch
officially went back to season 1 awesomeness, getting high in the bathtub and
charging Arlene for his wiccan services (sassy rejoinders come free). Somehow
Arlene scraped together the money for a seance (featuring Lafayette in his
finest turban-esque do rag), and they tricked Terry and Patrick into coming
back to Casa Bellefleur for a seance. Of course it went horribly wrong, and the
spirit of Terry's Iraqi victim dove into Lafayette's body to throw down a
gauntlet: Terry would have to kill Patrick, or vice versa. About two seconds
later, Patrick ran out of there like a bat out of hell. TBD whether cowardice
is an effective life-preserving technique.
And
over at Fangtasia, a mean girl from Tara's high school turned up to torment
T-bird. A brilliant idea with a new vampire who has very little control, I must
note. Pam seemed upset the Tara hadn't adopted a "customer is always
right" policy, but, as she put it succincly, "You don’t know me that
well. My mad face and my happy face are the same." In fact, she was
more than happy to let Tara exact revenge on her nemesis -- as long as it was
downstairs away from other patrons. Pam chained up the racist hussy, glamoured
her into offering up her very life to Tara, and left her child to suck the
bitch's life away.
What did you think Truebies? Is Bill actually turning to
the dark side, or is he positioning himself for a feat of Edgingtonian
trickery? Speaking of whom, is there any chance Russell is actually interested
in Steve Newlin? Or is the Rev. just a time filler? Are you ready for the Ifrit
to make a move already (clearly Terry and Patrick aren't going to)? Is Alcide
on a suicide mission? Luna's uncontrollable skinwalking: Yea or nay? And how
did you feel about Stephen Moyer's directorial debut?
SOURCE: EW
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