True Blood

Would you leave her alone?

It's your own fault.

You and your insane affection for stupid cattle.

- Just go away. - I wouldn't have to be here

if the Magister could trust you.

I fulfilled the conditions of my sentence.

I murdered this innocent girl.

There was no murder. You drained her blood and gave her yours.

I've proven my loyalty.

Yes, but you're romantic. You're sentimental.

You just might do something to keep the little blood bag from joining our ranks.

I'll follow my orders.

I won't let you stake her before she goes to ground.

I'm not gonna stake her.

I'm gonna set her free.

You've already set her free.

The same as Eric freed me.

Everyone she's ever known will recoil from her.

Everything she's ever loved has been stolen from her.

Oh, please, there's no comparison.

You've given that pathetic lump of temporary flesh...

- Jessica. - ... the ultimate gift.

You're a maker.

You're a hero.

I find myself doubting whether you were ever truly human.

Thank you.

Damn you.

Once she's planted in the earth, the transformation will begin.

I know.

I'll tuck you in.

Tomorrow night,

your little girl will rise vampire.

True Blood, Season 1, Episode 11.

This is Tara, leave a message.

Easy stuff.

Tara, where're you at?

At least let me know you're not drunk in a ditch somewhere.

I'm sorry, I take it back. Just call, okay?

Hey.

Had to put those clothes in the wash.

Felt like the killer was... all over me,

watching me, hating me, itching for a...

A knife or a rope or...

my neck.

You didn't get any sense of who it was?

Just pictures.

His thoughts were

all red and black and...

snarly.

- But there was something familiar. - Like somebody from Bon Temps?

Or somebody from the bar?

No one I could recognize for sure.

- I think we should call the police. - And what would I say?

"Sheriff Dearborne, Andy Bellefleur, I saw a woman die,

"I just happened to be in somebody else's brain at the time"?

Did you get a good look at her? I mean, what was she like?

Young,

pretty, but...

with an apron.

Apron?

- You mean, like a mom? - More like a waitress.

Was there a...

name tag?

Maybe.

What'd it say?

I don't know.

I was looking at her eyes.

She was so surprised.

Well, do you want to call Bill? I mean,

- it might make you feel better. - No.

He would found how scared I was. He would've known I was in danger.

If he didn't show up tonight,

he's not coming back.

Hey.

You hear from Tara?

Nope.

Well...

Good night.

Good night.

A woman?

At 2 in the morning?

Standing there naked, fucking with my head.

- And she was with a pig? - A big pig.

Like a, you know... Like a crazy-ass motherfucking Paul Bunyan pig.

- Tara, tell the truth. - That is the truth.

Kenya, I am an excellent driver but you cannot prepare

for a naked lady and a hog in the middle of the road.

- Now, you know that. - I know you drunk, that's what I know.

Drunk? I'm not drunk. One beer.

Come from Arlene's party, didn't you, with an open bottle?

What bottle?

- The one busted in your car. - That's not my bottle.

Then you wouldn't mind a sobriety test.

Hell, no. Bring it.

Step away from the vehicle.

Stand with your feet together.

Stand with one foot in front holding the other one 6 inches off the ground,

parallel to the ground.

- Let's try that again. - What is the matter with you?

- You're turning into Lettie Mae. - Fuck you.

I am a sheriff's deputy, now, Tara Thornton. Don't you go there with me.

Kenya,

sister,

the only place I wanna go is home.

Sorry. Not tonight.

No.

It's not fair,

- it's not my fault. - I will cuff you.

But the lady and the pig, that was real.

Get in, just watch your intoxicated head, please.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Shit, fuck, Amy, what did you do?

I did what we had to do, now, come on. Come on, wipe up. Here's the towel.

There's more rags. Come on.

Who the fuck are you?

How can you say that to me? You know who I am.

- You know better than anybody. - I thought I knew.

I told you to let him go.

I told you not to talk to him. He was controlling your mind.

- Bullshit. - That's what they do.

Not Eddie. He didn't know how to do that yet.

He trusted me.

- It was gonna be all right. - God, it was never gonna be all right.

From the minute we took him, you knew it was gonna end like this,

- you just couldn't face it. - I didn't think you end like this.

You wanted his blood.

Bad.

You were with me the whole way, so do not act like this is my fault.

Now, I said to clean up, so clean up.

- Yankee bitch. - Dumb fucking hillbilly.

It's okay. It's gonna be all right. We just gotta keep our shit together.

We killed a man.

For the last time, he was already dead.

He was not a man. He was a predator,

only we got him first.

So don't do this, okay? Don't let a vampire come between us.

No, I guess not.

Because what we have,

Jason.

it's beautiful.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Morning.

- I didn't know you were up. - Eggs and sausage warm in the oven.

Oh, thanks.

You already eat?

Too busy.

Tara call?

Not yet.

- Probably still sleeping it off. - I'll tell you what,

I am sick and tired of waiting around to get strangled.

That's not gonna happen while I'm here.

You can't spend 24 hours a day with me for the rest of my life.

Sure, I can.

I want to find that guy before he finds me.

- Again. - So you're looking up

killers in the Yellow Pages?

Ha ha, No.

I'm...

I remembered.

In my sleep,

I remembered.

What?

The girl I saw.

Her clothes, the apron, it was a uniform.

She was a waitress and there was a tag. Her name was Cindy.

And the restaurant name was something about pies.

Party Pies or...

Patty Pies.

- Wait, you mean Big Patty's Pie House? - Yes.

Yeah, I know Big Patty's. It's off...

Off I-49, way south, near Bunkie.

You don't have to come with me.

Yeah, I do.

Come on. Eat up, you need your fuel.

- I'm not hungry. - Don't sass me.

You're not the boss of me.

Oh, right. You are.

Hey, you.

Going to work?

Yeah, me too in a second.

Look, I wanted to say I'm really sorry...

We are done with this shit, do you hear me?

Done.

I want every fucking drop out of my house and if you don't like it,

you can pack your goddamn bags and go.

Love you.

We caught up with David Finch

speaking to the Marthaville Order of Visionary Southern Gentlemen today

as he embarks on his campaign for the U.S. House of Representatives.

- The MOVSG has announced... - On his what?

Don't tell me that.

Equal rights for vampires? I don't think so.

- Many of them are foreign immigrants, - What the fuck?

taking our jobs and our women.

And their very blood

turns our children into addicts,

drug dealers and homosexuals.

No vampire,

and none of these vampire-loving deviants deserve any rights at all.