True Blood

We need sanctuary.

Oh, my God. What have you done?

I staked a vampire, the lover of Russell Edgington.

Are you insane? Where can we go?

Uh, a human home would be safest.

We've both been invited into Sookie's.

No! That's out of the question.

You never panic. Should I be panicking?

Ginger, dear, where do you live?

Across the river in Bossier. Why?

We need your house. Now-ish.

Because of the V-Feds?

I'm sorry, Miss Flanagan. The bar is closed.

Thank you. I already ate.

Tru Blood only, of course.

Can't stay out of trouble, can you?

The VRA is two states away from ratification.

I should be kissing asses in Oregon,

not cleaning up after you in fucking Louisiana.

Oh, I promise there is nothing amiss in my area.

Shut up. You're making my head hurt.

Officers, silver him.

Where is he? Where is he? In the study, sire.

Talbot. Talbot.

Talbot. Talbot. Talbot.

No. No.

My... Love me.

Talbot! Talbot! Talbot!

Talbot! Nice, is it...?

Yes.

I suppose I should have mentioned that.

There's an old tarp out back.

Normal couples do not do this, Bill Compton.

Thought you'd given up on being like normal couples.

What would you rather be doing?

Sitting on the sofa, watching television?

Well, used to be my idea of excitement, you know.

You've spoiled me.

Just once, I'd like to not find

a dead body in my house.

Is that asking too much?

Sookie, he was sent to kill you.

If I didn't kill him, he would have come back for you.

You have to trust me.

Don't you?

I do. I mean, I try to, but then there's things like...

Like?

Like that secret file you got on me.

You know the one. Russell Edgington showed me.

All kinds of birth records,

family trees, newspaper clippings about me.

He said it's yours.

It's true.

I collected information to find out

why Eric Northman has such an unusual interest in you.

I assume it has to do with what you are.

Do you know what I am?

Truly, I do not. I'm doing my best to find out.

Okay, see, I don't know how you did things in the 1800s,

but keeping a file on the woman you love is creepy.

I have to know what you are, or else I can't protect you.

But you have to trust me

and stop thinking of me as a thing to be protected.

I took care of Debbie by myself.

I'm not afraid to spill a little blood anymore.

Much as you want to be human,

I think I'm meeting you halfway to vampire.

What?

Usually, this is where I come up with an excuse

to get you the fuck up out of here.

Oh. Like, "I gotta get to work early."

Or, "I think I got food poisoning."

Or, "Would you mind helping me clean the lice out of my bed?"

I go with ticks.

And which is it this time?

No. I guess you can stay.

Mmm. Good answer.

Really.

Very good answer.

I like your ink.

Oh, yeah? Mm-hm.

They say the Olmecs and the Mayans

used to worship the jaguar.

Mm-hm.

He's strong and elusive.

He holds power over the universe.

Yeah?

Is that what you think of yourself?

Okay, my high school was the Jaguars.

That's more like it.

But it's pretty anyhow.

I told you, he's not here!

Where the fuck is he?

Why ain't he got you chained up or something?

I don't know! Just stop it! I can't think!

Yeah! Just freeze! Ah!

Hands on your head.

You a cop? Shut up.

Is he a cop? Don't answer.

Not really. What are you asking? Ransom?

We ain't got much. Well, what? Ransom?

He wants money! I don't want money.

What are you talking about? I ain't leaving you.

You been promised to me since you was 4.

She's her own woman, she can do what she wants.

You're the one who kidnapped r.

What?

She came to me.

What?

Is that true? I swear to God,

I'll kick your ass, you ran out on me.

Hey, don't talk to her like that!

Don't make me hit you.

You know I hate it when you make me hit you.

Dude! I got the gun! Shut the fuck up!

W-Why does he think I kidnapped you?

He raped me too. What?

Cocksucker, that's my girl! I didn't rape no one!

Give me the gun, baby!

You bitch! Why the fuck did you hit me...?

Hey, hey, hey. Give me that.

Could you not make me a rapist?

I'm sorry. It was the best I could think of.

Look, we better tie him up before he comes to.

He's a lot stronger than he looks.

All right. I'll get my handcuffs.

No. He can escape handcuffs.

What? What is he, a magician?

Just... Rope. Trust me. Bring me rope.

The downstairs is clean.

Well, I told you there was nothing.

It's been wiped.

Well, I'm a Virgo.

I like to be neat.

Your screeching fang-cushion of a barmaid,

who's been glamoured so much

she can't even remember her own last name,

does know that no one ever goes down there

with so much as a mop and a promise.

Suddenly it's as sterile as an operating room.

It doesn't prove anything.

If only we had a Magister to decide that.

Relax. It's not like you killed someone.

Just need your official statement.

That's all.

Webcams. For the Authority.

Members of the Authority, it's Nan. Can you hear me?

Good.

As regards to the matter of the disappearance of our Magister...

Last known whereabouts, this dump in Shreveport, Louisiana.

... you have before you Eric Northman, Sheriff of Area Five.

Smile for the cameras, Eric.

I spiked it a little. Looks like you could use it.

Hey, listen. What you went through

sounds like more than one person can handle.

You're here.

Yeah, but I don't think I'm doing too much good.

Have you ever thought about...?

I'm not going to a shrink.

Pour my guts out to a stranger is the last thing I need.

Just tell me you'll think about it.

I got it.

Arlene?

You're lucky it's just me.

Arlene's fixing to throw a Molotov

through your brother's window if you don't get here.

Well, why? What's going on?

There's all kinds of noises, Sam.

Girl noises.

Ordinarily, I wouldn't wanna keep anybody

from enjoying themselves...

Enjoying? She sounds like she's being murdered.

Listen, I got me two kids with school in the morning

and a pregnant woman

who says she needs at least nine hours sleep.

It's for the baby!

I tried knocking on the door,

but they ain't answering.

I know it's late for you too, but if you could just...

No, it's all right. I'll be right over.

Uh... Five minutes, okay?

Yeah, bend over! God, make me.

Come on! Hold on!

Hey, I gotta... I gotta run over to the apartments.

You wanna...?

All right.

There's a pattern.

The Turks told folk tales of shape shifting jackals

at the fall of Constantinople.

The Aztecs were decimated

by disease from the Conquistadors' war dogs.

Each time, there's been wolves fueled by vampire blood.

I nearly found him in Augsburg in 1945.

His wolves were in the service of the Wehrmacht.

He disappeared after the war, and I...

I thought he finally met the true death.

Now he's returned.

Do you know why?

In times of conflict,

Russell Edgington inserts himself into the affairs of men.