True Blood s04e05 Episode Script

You're gonna kill him.
- Joe Lee.
- Fucker don't know when he's beat.
Stop.
You're killing him.
I'm teaching him.
You just relax now.
Is he dead? He's just resting.
I hate hurting him like that.
He's fine.
There's a big-money fight tomorrow in St.
Charles Parish.
I figure-- Stop it, Tommy.
- Now who's the bitch, bitch? - Stop! Get off of him.
No, Mama! Oh, shit.
Remember I once said I wouldn't be free till the day you die? Worthless piece of shit.
No.
You're killing him! Stop it! I'll kill you.
Mama? Mama? Mama? Mama? Mam-- No.
No, Mama.
Mama.
Mama.
What? What happened? Hooker, you pissed off another vampire, and then you took a goddamn nap.
You screwed us.
Again.
- I'm out of here.
- Me too.
Wait a minute.
Marnie, what happened? She returned.
Who returned? The spirit.
She was with us at Moongoddess the night we rebuffed the first vampire attack and she was with us again tonight.
She saved us.
Saved us? Oh, witchy-poo, you have royally fucked us.
It wasn't me.
I was taken over.
Taken? You mean possessed? Whatever words I spoke, they came from another consciousness.
I was just the conduit.
Look, this kind of dog-ate-my-homework excuse it don't really fly with the vampires because they sniff that shit and then they eat you like a fucking potpie.
This spirit is benevolent.
- She is our protector.
- Protector? Because of her, we got two vampires itching to put us in the ground.
The vampires brought this fight to us.
We assembled peacefully.
We were harming no one.
That's some catchy shit for your headstone.
- Good night.
- No kidding.
- You can't just run away.
- Watch us.
Wait.
You're leaving me here? In the middle of nowhere? Hello? Come on, Arlene.
We don't even know what it means.
What do you think it means? It means Rene is coming back to take Mikey.
Rene's dead.
You really think a ghost picked up a Magic Marker and wrote on a wall? Well, do you think a baby did? I ain't gonna let Rene hurt my child.
You hear me, Rene? You keep your ghost hands off my baby.
God help us, Terry.
That's it.
We need to ask God for help.
I've been praying every night, but my prayers go straight to his voicemail.
I'm not talking about praying.
I'm talking about getting a real live man of God in here to shoo the evil away.
Like in Poltergeist.
Cleanse the house.
Well, we ain't been to church in forever.
We might end up pissing God off like Christians who only turn to him when they need something.
Don't sell God short.
Okay? He loves love, and we got a lot of love in this family.
Well, then, call the reverend.
All right.
You hear that, Rene? God's coming for you.
Hello, Eric.
Don't touch her.
She's beautiful.
Who are you? Drink with me.
We will drain her and walk in the sun together.
No.
You are incapable of love.
You are damned.
She can redeem me.
You cannot be saved.
You are a creature of death, and the living are good for only one thing.
And it is not love.
Drink now.
Stop fighting your nature! - Drink.
- No.
Eric, what the hell? I had a bad dream.
- Careful.
Watch his head.
- Easy, easy, easy.
Come on.
Let him sleep.
You just saved my best friend's life.
It's all in the wrist.
What? Nothing.
Nothing, nothing.
What? Nothing.
I'm sorry.
I'm just tired from giving Jason my blood.
Jess? Is there something you're not telling me? - Like what? - I don't know.
Did you kill another trucker? Nope.
Sweetie, everything's fine.
I'm just-- I'm tired.
Honest.
Now, come on.
Let's go home.
Hey, you go.
I'm gonna stay with Jason.
You sure? Well, good night.
I love you.
Good evening, Miss Bellefleur.
Thank you for seeing me on such short notice.
It's a private matter.
This is impossible.
We share a bloodline.
From now on, our relationship will be strictly professional.
Fact: Forty-two states have repealed their anti-incest laws.
Even in cases of brother and sister they have found no credible reason to ban sex between two consenting adults.
- Please do not think you have my consent.
- Fact: Incest is only taboo because of the potential for genetically morbid offspring.
And vampire-human sex will not, cannot result in offspring.
Portia, there are pressing matters to which I must attend.
Bill, there are married cousins in Bon Temps with more common DNA than you and me.
That is not something I choose to participate in.
I have done research.
In 1941, a family from Shreveport-- Portia.
You are not romantically interested in me.
I'm not? Actually, I terrify you.
And from now on, when you look at me you will have an uncontrollable urge to scream and run away.
I don't know why I'm crying.
Godric was your maker.
You loved him.
You miss him.
He said I was evil.
It was a dream.
Am I evil? Well, you're not Gandhi but no, you're not evil.
I like being next to you.
Why are you laughing? It's just that if someone had told me a week ago I'd be curled up in bed with Eric Northman, stroking his hair I would have-- You would have what? It's just you weren't always like this.
Like what? Gentle, sweet.
But it suits you.
It's what Godric would have wanted, to see you like this.
He was the most human of all the vampires I've ever met.
It's strange to miss someone you don't remember.
Would it be all right if I stayed here till sunrise? As long as you promise to keep your hands and your fangs to yourself.
I promise.
I would never hurt anyone as beautiful as you.
Oh, good.
The world needs more beekeepers.
We have a goddamn problem.
You went to see the witch and you were told not to.
Yes, and I'm sorry.
But I'm through making nice, Bill.
I can put up with a lot, but you fuck with my face, it's time to die.
I'd like permission to torture and kill the mousy bitch who cast the spell.
I'm afraid not, Pam.
The Authority has forbidden all vampire-on-human violence.
The punishment is the true death.
I do not wish that for you.
Look at my fucking face.
Convene your sheriffs so we can kill this uppity Wiccan cunt Your Majesty.
Unfortunately, my hands are tied at the moment.
But I do not plan to ignore this.
In the meantime, maybe there's a cosmetic solution.
Maybe some extra lipstick.
I've tried that.
Here's the problem.
Well, the veil, then.
Really.
- You're bringing two suitcases.
- Hey.
Packing light and being me don't mix.
I doubt your granddaddy's gonna help against a pissed-off Eric Northman.
My granddaddy is a brujo, a shaman.
He has considerable power.
You should come with us.
To Mexico? Hell, no.
I'm going back to New Orleans.
Never should have left.
You gonna be okay? Soon as I get this fucking town in my rearview.
You? Feel like I got a dark cloud following me.
Just keep your eyes and ears open.
Come here.
We gonna make it through this, okay? - Yeah.
- Come on, baby.
We should go.
Why in the hell are we going all the way to Mexico to visit a dude you hate? As of last night, Lafayette, we live in a world where two fucking vampires want to kill us.
- I know that.
- Then we gotta fight fire with goddamn fire.
And you think Grandpa is gonna protect us from big bad fucking Eric Northman? The last time I saw my grandfather was on my ninth birthday.
He said he had a present for me.
We were poor, so any present was a pretty big deal.
I'd always wanted a pet.
Now I had one.
I was so happy.
No.
When it was over, he whispered to me: "Take the spirit inside of you.
" I had no idea what he meant.
Fuck the bullshit.
- We ain't going near your crazy granddaddy.
- No, no, no, listen.
When I licked that knife, I felt something inside of me that I had never felt before, and I haven't felt it since.
It was a power.
A force, and it was incredible.
But then my mother saw us.
She stopped him.
We left that night, we never went back.
But whatever I felt that day, whatever that force was, we need it.
We need it now.
You're driving.
Goat killer.
- Hello? - Baby? Hey.
What's new? I'm getting out of here, Nay.
It was a big mistake coming.
If I ever talk about doing it again, you have my permission to handcuff me to the bed.
I can't wait to see you.
I really miss you.
I miss you too, Toni.
- Can I ask you a question? - Sure.
Who the fuck is Tara Thornton? - Sam! - What? Sam, Sam.
I-- Jesus.
Oh, my God.
I fucked up, Sam.
I see that, Tommy.
What are we gonna do? Hey, Holly.
I've been meaning to ask you how your group's going.
Heck, I don't even know what you call it.
Witch group? Wicca group? Well, Wicca usually, but witch is fine too.
Scares off the dummies that think we all fly on broomsticks, turning people into toads.
I've always been real interested in Wicca myself.
Seems real spiritual, peaceful.
But I heard you guys got attacked by a vampire.
I don't want to talk about that.
I mean, I know you're friends with a lot of vampires, and I do not judge but I got kids I gotta think about, okay? Oh, okay.
Sorry.
- No offense.
- None taken.
If Marnie hadn't cast that spell, he would've killed her.
Too dangerous.
I won't be going back to Moongoddess any time soon, no sirree.
So they forced you to have sex with how many women? I don't know.
A dozen, maybe two dozen.
It was fucking horrible.
I swear, as much as I love it every bad thing that's ever happened to me is because of sex.
Jealous boyfriends.
Becoming a drug addict.
- Being accused of murder.
- Right.
And now this.
I mean, it started out innocent.
So innocent.
With me chasing Crystal's cute little butt.
And ended up with me in a shack, getting repeatedly violated.
I don't know, maybe God's punishing me for having too much sex.
You know? He's like, "Jason Stackhouse, you have fucked too many hot women.
Now let's see how you like it.
" I'm thinking maybe you ain't the only one being punished.
Wait.
Jessica raped you? No.
No, but look, something's up with her.
Like, I love that girl so much, but lately she's real distant.
Like if I give her a hug, her whole body tenses up like she's having a cavity filled.
Bubba, I love you, and you're my best friend but that pales in comparison to what I've been through.
Don't you think? Yeah.
- Sorry, man.
- Okay.
Here you go, sir.
Goddamn it, Sookie.
You took my eggs.
No, I didn't.
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
I've been snappy all day.
Full moon's tomorrow night.
It's messing with my head.
- Full moon tomorrow? - Yeah, you feeling it too? No.
You okay? Yeah, he's just going through a rough patch.
I called you twice yesterday.
You never called me back.
Is there anything I can do for you? Nothing.
Hoyt, can you take care of this? I'll pay you back.
- Sure, man.
- Jason, wait.
I gotta go, Sook.
Hello, Mrs.
Bellefleur.
Reverend Daniels, Lettie Mae.
What a surprise.
Come on in.
- Reverend Daniels.
- Terry.
- Lettie Mae.
- How do? It's Mrs.
Daniels now.
Oh, well, congratulations.
You didn't tell me you called Reverend Daniels.
Why not call Reverend Skinner from our church? I like Reverend Daniels.
They sing at his church.
It's livelier.
Plus Reverend Skinner told me he don't do this kind of thing.
- Praise Jesus.
- Yes, Lord.
That song will bring good energy up in here.
Folks been singing that song in our church for over 200 years.
- Is that right? - Well, I am just so happy that you people are willing to use your special gift for this sort of thing to help us out.
What you mean, "you people"? You know.
Religious.
Praise him.
And banish the wretched darkness that we may rid this dwelling of evil.
- In the name of our Lord, Jesus Christ.
- Hallelujah.
Smells a little like pot.
Not really.
The sage smokes out the evil.
Gotta get it up in the corners.
That's where the evil hides.
You know, I was possessed by a demon, so I have firsthand knowledge.
Well, we don't have a demon, just a ghost.
Well, this works on ghosts too.
- Hi.
- Hi.
I was passing by and I saw your sign.
I'd like a reading, please.
We're closed.
Really? Nuts.
Can I just say this is the cutest little store? You know, when I was a kid and I was home sick from school my two favorite TV shows were Sabrina and Charmed.
God's honest.
Fine.
Sit.
Oh, really? Thanks, Miss? - Marnie.
- Sookie.
What's the back room for? For meetings.
It's just social events.
Is that right? You know, I'm a real social butterfly myself.
The way I see it, a stranger's just a friend you haven't met yet.
Could I have something to hold on to, just something personal? Now just relax.
Just think of a question.
There is a presence.
There's someone who's crossed over not too long ago.
A woman.
I see a yellow apron.
Someone older.
Oh, my God.
That's-- That's my gran.
She misses you very much.
I miss her.
Is she okay? Is she happy? She's at peace.
She wants to make sure you look after someone.
- A sibling.
Oh, your brother? - Jason.
Your gran has another message for you.
Are you falling in love? Well, I don't-- I don't think so.
Your gran says this new man who you have feelings for that you are not to give him your heart.
The situation is temporary.
It isn't going to last.
It will not last.
Sookie.
Sookie, I know you're listening.
- It's Gran.
- What? Sweetheart, this woman poses great danger.
No.
How could I be a danger to someone? I have never hurt anybody.
Get away from her.
Run, Sookie, run.
Get out now.
Oh, my God.
What? What are you doing? Lady, when my gran tells me to run, I run.
Keep the change.
I can't believe it.
- I can't fucking believe it.
- Tommy, hold it together.
Don't go nuts on me right now.
Oh, fuck.
We're fucked, Sam.
They know I'm in here.
- I'm gonna surrender.
- Shut up.
Get in back.
- No.
- You're covered in blood.
Get in the back.
I'm fucked.
I'm fucked.
I'm fucked.
Oh, shit.
Hey, I ain't gonna let no cop take you down, Sam.
I'll kill him first.
Nobody's killing nobody.
Now lay low.
Don't make a goddamn sound.
Know why I pulled you over, sir? Andy, I'm not having the best day.
What do you want? - You giving me attitude, Merlotte? - All right, Andy, you made your point.
You can fuck with me whenever you want to.
Can I go now? Is that blood? Probably.
It's my brother's van.
He's always using it for hunting.
- Unlock them.
- Andy, you made your point.
I said unlock them.
- No.
- Open the doors.
Jesus, I'll do it.
Motherfucking Jesus.
Shit.
Goddamn.
Nice move, Tommy.
What the fuck, Merlotte? Found him by the Dumpster.
Bringing him to the swamp where he belongs.
We done here? I ain't killed him.
And Jesus wept.
Katie, you startled me.
- I thought we'd lost you from the circle.
- Well, I'm back.
And, Marnie, I'm worried.
What about? Not the vampires, I hope.
Yes, the vampires.
I heard there was another incident in the woods.
That wasn't an incident.
I'm gonna tell you something.
We are being watched over, Katie.
We are being protected.
- We are? - Yes.
You're not.
What? What are you doing? Who are you? Stay quiet, ma'am.
Target is secure.
Naomi? A girlfriend? I didn't plan it.
Just kind of fell for her.
All these years we've been friends, you never--? It ain't like that with you.
I was gonna say you never knew you liked girls.
Never did before.
You got more ice cream? Sorry.
We're all out.
So when do we get to meet her? She doesn't know about you.
Hell, she doesn't even know about me.
I've been lying to her, Sook.
She thinks I'm at my grandmother's funeral in Atlanta.
- Hell, she thought my name was Toni.
- Toni? - Why? - Because I hate this place.
I hate what it did to me, and I want to fucking bury it.
I'm back here 20 minutes and Eric Northman wants to kill me.
And now Naomi found a bunch of stuff with my real name on it.
She's gonna break up with me, and I don't blame her.
Do you love her? I think so.
Then you gotta fight.
Gotta make her forgive you.
That's easy advice to give, but would you forgive Bill? If he were here right now, fighting for you, would you forgive him? We're talking about you.
That's what I thought.
Anyway, I told so many lies, I don't know where to start.
I'd start with your name.
You think? Gotta be honest with the people you love.
Moon mother, goddess of night Take what's wrong and set it right Moon mother, goddess of night Take what's wrong and set it right Moon mother, goddess-- I told her I had a brother named Jason.
I lied my ass off.
You know what you should do? You should go tell her right now.
No, I will.
Hey, Sook, can I stay here tonight? I don't feel safe at Lafayette's.
Actually, it's not a good night.
What is up with you? You're acting weird.
I'm sorry.
You're always welcome here.
- I just don't think tonight's the best night.
- Okay, fine.
It's not personal.
I just-- Tara, calm down.
- Eric, stop.
- Keep the fuck away.
- Eric, wait.
- Keep the fuck away.
You stop it.
- What is he doing here? - I live here.
- What? You told me he was missing.
- It's not what you think.
I poured out my heart to you.
You talked about truth, being honest.
Somebody who wants to kill me is in your basement? - You're a fucking hypocrite.
- Tara, wait.
Something happened.
He's different.
He won't hurt you.
- He's a psycho murdering asshole.
- No, he's not.
You got a short goddamn memory.
This fucker sold you out to Russell Edgington.
He tricked you into drinking his blood.
He locked Lafayette in a dungeon and tortured him.
You hate Eric Northman.
Tara, listen.
Fuck the both of you.
Good evening, Marnie.
My name is Bill Compton.
And I promise no harm will come to you if you cooperate.
- I just want to ask you some questions.
- Where am I? You're in a locked room with no means of escape.
So you should think carefully before answering.
Recently, a vampire associate of mine entered the Moongoddess Emporium and has not been seen since.
Do you know what happened to him? He attacked us.
We started chanting and he left.
I have no idea where he went.
What were you chanting? It was a non-specific protection incantation.
I barely remember what I said because your associate took a chunk out of my neck.
Yes, he does that.
Please tell her to reverse this goddamn spell.
We had assembled peacefully to practice our religion.
You have placed a spell on another associate of mine a rotting spell of some kind, and I'd like you to reverse it.
- I don't know how.
- Bullshit.
- You're certain? - Yes.
I have no idea how I cast it or how to reverse it.
I'm sorry.
I will glamour her to be certain.
Are you insane? You can't go anywhere near her.
Insanity comes with the job.
Don't be afraid.
- No.
No.
- Don't be afraid.
Don't be afraid.
What are your intentions concerning witchcraft? Only to assemble peacefully and practice our religion.
What spell did you cast on Eric Northman at Moongoddess Emporium? I don't know.
I was in a panic.
How do we reverse the spell that you cast on my associate in the woods? I don't know how.
You heard her.
Fuck.
Who that is? I don't know.
Whoever it is, looks like Grandpa still got some lead in the pencil.
Here we go.
When we meet him, you let me do the talking.
Sometimes he can be a little-- I've been expecting you.
Evening.
- Can I help you? - Maybe.
You Alcide Herveaux? No use denying it.
I'm Alcide Herveaux.
- You are? - Who am I? Well, how's about I tell you who I'm not, Alcide? I am not a happy camper.
I'm sorry to hear it.
Well, you best be, friend.
You best be leaving.
- Remove your goddamn foot.
- I am Marcus Bozeman Packmaster of Shreveport.
You been living here better than four months now and you still ain't registered with the pack.
You see, that, Alcide, does not bring me to my happy place.
I'm currently exploring free agency.
It's a nice fit so far.
Now, if you don't move your foot, I'll be happy to break it for you.
Loner, huh? - That doesn't work for me.
- Works for me.
Nice boots.
Should point them in that direction, friend.
I'm going to hell.
There ain't no hell, Tommy.
Just relax and focus.
Of course there's a hell.
I killed both my parents and I'm gonna burn for it.
Ain't no way out of that.
Grab Joe Lee.
Shit.
It's in the Ten Commandments.
Don't kill shit and don't fuck with your parents.
I did both.
Get the other one.
Sorry, Mama.
Oh, fuck.
What about war? What? Well, killing's all right if you're at war, or in self-defense, right? Yeah.
You were at war with your parents and it was self-defense.
You don't know.
You never killed nobody.
What, you killed someone? Two people.
I'm doing all right.
Haven't seen the devil in my shower or nothing.
Why'd you do it? They stole from me.
Figured they can break that commandment, I can break a different one.
I wouldn't have thought you had it in you.
Well, you don't know what's in you till sometimes it just pops out.
Ain't that the truth.
Oh, man, they ain't sinking.
Don't have to.
Gators love marshmallows.
You should know that.
Oh, God.
Haven't done that in a while.
I know.
- You hear that? - What? Absolutely nothing.
No crying.
Ain't it the greatest sound in the world? Mikey ain't slept this good in ages.
You think--? I mean, Reverend Daniels said-- - I don't want to jinx nothing.
- Hey.
You can't jinx God's will.
Terry Bellefleur sometimes I look at you I feel like everything could actually turn out all right, you know? Like I can relax and stop expecting life to keep kicking me in the teeth like it always has.
Baby I look at you and I know everything already has turned out all right.
And all the crap I went through before meeting you was worth it.
Jess? Jason.
Oh, I want you so bad.
No, no, no.
I can't.
Hoyt's my best friend.
Wait.
Hang on.
Is this a dream? Okay, then.
You know who loves this? - Who? - Hoyt.
Is that right? And Hoyt loves this.
Hey, hey.
Could we not talk about Hoyt right now? Well, sure.
It's up to you, stud.
It's your dream.
And I want you, Jason.
I want you inside of me.
- Oh, I want to taste you.
- Baby.
Yeah, she wants to taste you.
Wow, she must really like you.
Hoyt, what the hell, man? Oh, God.
I want you in my mouth.
She wants you in her mouth.
That's just great.
- Hoyt, could you just leave us alone, please? - Jason.
- Yeah? - Kiss me.
Great.
Now she's moaning.
Hoyt, shut up.
Please.
Sure.
Let me just sit back while you steal my girlfriend.
That's no problem.
- Hoyt.
- Jason.
- Hoyt.
- Jason.
- Hoyt.
- Jason.
Hoyt.
Oh, my gravy.
Did I really do all those terrible things your friend said I did? Yes.
Then your pain is my fault.
Why are you letting me stay with you? Because there's more to you than your worst self.
I always knew there was decency in you, even when you were a smug, sarcastic ass.
I still knew it.
Whether decency is in me is irrelevant.
I'm clearly capable of extreme cruelty.
You were.
But I wouldn't be here with you now, I swear it if I didn't know in my heart you could change.
I've seen you change, and I like it.
I like you.
There's a light in you.
It's beautiful.
I couldn't bear it if I snuffed it out.
Eric.
Please don't go.
You are the four remaining Louisiana sheriffs and as such, this matter concerns you.
One of your own, Sheriff Eric Northman was sent to break up a group of Wiccan practitioners and has not been seen since.
Witches.
Yikes.
You think witches are to be laughed at? Luis, enlighten our friend.
It was 1610.
Logroño, Spain.
A sorceress named Antonia was being burned at the stake when she used necromancy to pull all vampires within 20 miles from their sleep.
Into the daylight priests, nuns and my maker.
They all burned.
I was in Granada, or I, too, would have burned.
Vampire priests? Do you know nothing of our history? Vampires have often found it advantageous to maintain a hidden presence in humanity's most powerful institutions.
And in the 1 600s, that was the Catholic Church.
And today, as you all know, it's Google and Fox News.
So they outed us 400 years ago? - Before the Great Revelation? - No.
I spent weeks tracking every witness down.
I glamoured some.
The rest I killed.
Majesty, let me kill the witch.
I'll help.
Oh, sweetie.
I think your ear.
Shit.
The AVL has issued a mandate.
No human casualties.
- We are at war.
- You want to buck the Authority? You kill her, you can kiss Eric Northman goodbye, and Pam, for that matter.
If she can make us walk into the light, let's chop her fucking head off.
- If you wish for the true death.
- Goddamn it.
If anyone deserves the true death, it's that witch.
Let's at least torture her.
Look what she did to me.
I'm rotting.
She erased Eric's memory, turned him into a walking shell.
- How do you know she erased his memory? - No, I meant-- You said he was a shell.
- You've seen him.
Where is he? - I don't know.
Do not lie to me.
I am your king.
Where is he? He's at Sookie's.
- Sookie's? - Bill.
Bill, please, don't.
I'm sorry, Eric.