True Blood s05e02 Episode Script

- Tara! That is Sookie.
- Unh! You is killing her.
- Do something.
- I am.
I'm laughing.
Get off me.
I can't do this all night.
I got a job.
- You can't just leave.
You're her maker.
- And I made her.
She's your problem now.
You owe me, fairy.
She gonna kill us.
As your maker, I command you not to bite these two humans.
Ah, I think she got it.
Stay in the house.
- Good luck, kiddos.
- Hey.
My neck.
What the hell do we do now? - Well, I'll go in this way and maybe-- - Aah! - Darling.
- Salome, listen to me.
They're more valuable to us alive.
- I never had any intention of betraying-- - Fairy tales are for children.
Mr.
Compton, welcome.
And you are? Mr.
Northman.
You're taller than I had expected.
I get that a lot.
Life is full of surprises.
Isn't it? Do you honestly think I would jeopardize my entire career to harbor two fugitiv-- ? We'll talk later.
Many times, I'm sure.
- Down to Reception.
- Yes, ma'am.
Here.
Ambassador Cole, please report to Exsanguination Chamber 6.
Ambassador Cole - We're here.
I'll let the Guardian know.
- You ain't eating? - Not hungry.
- Not hungry? - He thinks he's above the laws of the pack.
Well, that's fine.
Shows you what kind of wolf he really is.
Tell you what, though.
Why don't you take your loner ways and your sensitive stomach back to Mississippi? No problem.
Walking away don't make you a bigger man.
- Just makes you a coward.
That's right.
A coward.
Well, thank you for clearing that up.
Enjoy your food.
I ever see your face around here again, I'll personally rip your throat open.
Fucking chickenshit.
Our son was not perfect but he deserves respect.
I disagree.
You murdered the packmaster.
As new master of this pack, it is your obligation to eat.
No, thank you.
I have no interest in being the new packmaster, or eating the old one.
What you're interested in is irrelevant to our laws.
I don't care about the goddamn laws.
You find someone else.
Good luck.
What the fuck? Who the fuck does he think he is? He can't just walk away.
It's against the laws of Come on, Sam.
Let's go.
Okay.
Back the fuck off.
I'm taking him.
Terry? Sweetheart.
Unh-- - We're all gonna die.
- Terry.
- It's coming for us.
- What? Terry, wake up.
What the hell, Terry? I'm tired.
Grab her.
- How? - There's some Tru Blood in the cabinet.
Tara, sweetie, you gotta eat.
- Sook! Sook! - Unh.
Agh! Pam.
Where you been? I had to open alone.
Is Eric back? Did he call? Eric? Uh-uh.
Nothing.
- Why are you all dirty? - I was in the ground.
What's your excuse? - Nicholas, Campari.
Yes, ma'am.
You'll have a good time.
Oh, I'm sure I will.
Got a boost for a working girl? Mr.
Danton is prowling.
He asked for Claire.
Have you seen her? She's in Number 3.
Almost an hour now.
Claire? Goddamn them.
Eric, if you're mad at me, fine, I can deal.
But you can't just vanish.
We have a business to run.
So call me.
So Any ideas? - Not really.
- Shh.
A little different on this side of the bars, isn't it, Nora? - Friend of yours? - Nigel Beckford.
He was a nurse practitioner in Mass General's maternity ward.
Instead of delivering babies, he kept eating them.
Newborns.
I mean, just so succulent.
Mr.
Compton, Mr.
Northman, welcome to New Orleans.
Of course, we all wish it were under better circumstances.
Mr.
Compton, why did you and Mr.
Northman make contact with Chancellor Gainesborough? She was my prisoner.
She's done absolutely nothing that would compromise her position or her loyalty.
METER".
There were others aligned with you waiting to aid and abet.
We killed nine of them.
Where were they taking you? No idea.
Sir, I urge you to release Nora and Sheriff Northman.
They were following my orders.
They deserve mercy.
A noble gesture, Mr.
Compton, but a lie, we both know.
Oh, you just fucked us.
The UVs! God.
God.
Tell them what they wanna know! - Okay, I gotta check on Emma.
- Okay.
Hang on.
I don't think Luna wants to see you right now.
- No, no, no.
Get out.
- Luna, please.
I just want Emma is my granddaughter.
And I wish I could change that, but I can't.
I don't want you anywhere near her, you understand? Yes, I do.
May I just-- ? Go.
What happens when Emma turns? She'll need a pack.
For all you know, Emma's a shifter.
She's wolf.
I can feel it.
Fuck what you feel.
You and Marcus, two peas in a pod.
You both have tempers.
Had.
Blood is blood.
Emma's got my son in her veins.
Please, don't keep her from me.
She's all I have left.
I'm sorry about your injuries.
That bitch is out of her mind if she thinks I'm gonna hand Emma over to her freaks.
Easy, now.
She just lost her son.
She just ate her son.
Fucking lunatic.
I know.
But she is family, right? I don't want Emma anywhere near those people.
What if Emma is a wolf? I mean, at least with a pack At least what? What, she can be a cannibal? She can run around with idiots and criminals? I know you have opinions, but could you just keep them the hell to yourself for now? - Hey, how'd we get here? I'm just saying-- - I know you're just saying.
- But I have to protect my daughter, okay? - Okay.
I've been through a lot of shit, I know what I'm doing.
Yes, you do.
- We both just want what's best for Emma.
- No, there is no "we.
" Emma is my daughter.
Don't worry about what's best for her.
- I know what's best.
- I know Emma's not my daughter.
But I thought the three of us had something special.
- I get that you've had a tough past.
- You get that.
Get this.
Emma and I are blood.
So you either have my back or get the fuck out.
- Jesus, what is wrong with you? - Get the fuck out.
- Gladly, psycho.
- Fuck you.
Fuck you too.
Sun's gonna be up in half an hour.
If we don't get her into Eric's cubby, she isn't gonna make it.
T? T? Where you at? Tara? Come on, now, hooker, drink.
Drink.
Oh, shit.
- It's burning her, Sook.
Sook.
- Agh! Help me get her in the cubby, quick.
- Stackhouse? - Yeah.
- I had sex.
- Hey.
- Welcome to the club.
- It's not the first time, ass munch.
Only reason I mention it is the lady who I had it with has been sort of blowing me off lately, and I got to thinking maybe I did something wrong.
Are you kidding? That means you did something right.
Man, that's getting to eat the pie without having to pay for the cow.
Win-win.
But you were saying the other day - about your vampire lady friend - Mm-hm.
Yeah, well, uh, turns out we're just keeping it casual too.
- You're okay with that? - Yeah.
Hell, yeah.
Heh.
Perfect situation.
There's that abandoned car that lady called in.
This is damn strange.
Somebody just dump her here? - Anything? - Yeah.
Belongs to a Deborah Susan Pelt.
Hey, I know her.
Yeah, Sookie's got a friend, Alcide, and Debbie is his girlfriend.
Sookie says she's bat-shit crazy.
And they live in Shreveport.
So, what the hell's the car doing here? Stackhouse.
- You find that in the car? - Yeah.
Good man.
You see, Christine, I will always be a Christian first and a vampire second.
But many people feel, and you yourself have said, Reverend Newlin those two things are incompatible.
Well, I'm happy to say that they are not.
I still talk to God every night.
I talked to him this evening as a matter of fact and I'm here to tell you, Jesus loves vampires.
Anyone who's been dead for three days knows where we're coming from.
And I think that there are good Christians out there who would be willing to set aside - childish loathing - Ahem.
Oh, sorry.
Can you believe that son of a bitch? He was my hero, now look at him freaking vamper.
- Really? - Yup.
- What can I do for you? - I got a real powerful vampire who's just itching to sink his fangs into me.
You got a vamp problem.
You need a colloidal silver mister.
Knock knock.
Who's there? It's me, a vampire.
Pfft.
Oh, it burns, it burns.
I'm gonna leave you alone, go eat your neighbor.
This is the very same mister I have on my trailer.
Is that right? You betcha.
Now, can I interest you in a slightly more permanent solution? Well, maybe.
Should invite her on next week's vamp hunt.
Let her string one up and stake it.
Bet she'd fuck me after.
Just so you know, staking anyone, vampire or human, is a federal offense.
We have been in country too long.
- Do it.
Terry Bellefleur.
Terry Bellefleur.
Aah! Oh, my God.
Arlene, baby, I'm so sorry.
I want you to tell me what is going on, and I want you to tell me now.
- It's nothing.
- That is bullshit.
You are damn near losing your mind over something.
You're not sleeping.
You just attacked me.
This has something to do with Patrick.
I just know it.
- This was an accident.
- You shoved me clear across the kitchen.
I said it was an accident.
What part of that don't you understand? Fuck it.
Goddamn mistake.
I can't leave her like this.
Better off dead.
Really dead.
I gotta do it.
just do it.
Mistake! Goddamn coward.
Like, don't-- just do it.
Mistake! Goddamn coward.
Like, don't-- No.
No.
just do it.
Mistake! Goddamn coward.
Like, don't-- just fucking do it.
Do it! No.
No.
- I fucked up.
- Lafayette, don't.
I turned her into the thing she hate most.
- We didn't have a choice, she was dead.
- And I should have left her dead, Sook.
Jesus was gone and I didn't wanna let her go too.
And I turned her into this fucking thing for me.
- That's not true.
- Yeah, it is.
I ain't got nobody without her.
But that's my problem, not hers.
Don't! It'll get better.
When Jessica was turned, it took a long time for her to feel normal.
- It's always hard in the beginning.
- We are miles beyond hard, Sook.
Tara is in there.
You have to have faith.
Please, give her a chance.
- This ain't no life.
- It will be.
I promise.
You don't fucking know that, Sook.
We can make a life for her.
Even like this.
I used to believe that I had found the light.
But I realize that I've only just now found God's true light in the darkness.
- It's ironic.
And the Fellowship of the Sun? I'm no longer associated with the Fellowship nor, might I add, any hate group, okay? All vampires want is to coexist peacefully with humans.
If you take nothing else away from this, you need to understand that.
Vampires are not the enemy.
We are God's creatures, just like you.
And all we want on this small, small planet is peaceful coexistence.
Speaking of coexistence, is there anyone special in your life? Let's just say that yes, there is someone.
Um And she makes me very happy.
- That was a bit of a gotcha question.
- Kevin.
Remember giving a speeding ticket to Judge Clements' boy? - He was doing 80 in a school zone.
- No shit? - Flipped me off too.
Unbelievable.
Anyway, I'm gonna need you to expunge it.
- Excuse me? - I had a talk with the judge.
- We're gonna let him off with a warning.
- A warning? He almost killed a kid.
- Could you just take care of it, please? - Whatever you say, sheriff.
Hey, watch the attitude.
I'm watching that.
You Officer Stackhouse? Well, I sure am.
How can I help you, kid? Unh! Jesus.
My mom and dad are getting a divorce.
Well, I'm sorry.
But why the hell you punching me? I'm a cop, dude.
You had sex with my morn, and now my dad is leaving.
Look, kid, I don't know you, I don't know your mama-- - My mom is Sharon Singer.
- Never heard of her.
Oh, crazy Sharon.
Yeah.
- Hey.
Hey, hey.
Whoa, whoa.
- Unh! I meant crazy in a good way.
Come on, now.
What the hell's going on? - He ruined my life.
- How? He had sex with my mom.
Jesus, Stackhouse, have you slept with every woman in this town? I don't know.
I'm close, I guess.
Hey.
Unbelievable.
Come on.
It's okay.
Come on, son.
You touch Holly, I'm throwing your ass in jail.
May I help you? Beg pardon.
You're quite lovely.
I'm off the clock.
Come by tomorrow.
We open at 8.
- That's right, whore.
- Aah! I like it when you struggle.
You're not afraid.
I'm no stranger to dead bodies.
The streets can be dangerous at this hour.
A lady should really be more careful.
If I meet a lady, I'll let her know.
Now, that is a lovely dress.
I'm sorry about all the blood.
It's, um It's fine.
This should cover it.
Thank you, Mr? Mr.
Compton.
I'm Dieter Braun.
It is a pleasure to finally meet you.
I bet you say that to all the prisoners.
I'm sorry about the ultraviolet lights but we find it speeds the interrogation process.
Now, full disclosure.
Your IV contains a solution of electrolytically refined silver and I'm afraid that is as pure as it gets.
I have a problem, Mr.
Compton.
Nora is a chancellor of the Authority.
For her to conspire to allow you and Mr.
Northman to escape well, that is treason.
Punishable by the true death.
I'm sure you understand why I find this so - curious.
- I do.
Well, I need to know why she did it.
- Have you asked her? - We're speaking with her, yes.
And Mr.
Northman.
But I would like to hear what you have to say.
Do you know what this is? - It's the Bible.
- Old or New Testament? Neither.
It predates both.
It's the original testament.
The vampire bible.
It states that before God created Adam and Eve he created Lilith.
Who, like God, was vampire.
Exactly, we were created in God's image, not humans.
Now, do you recall what our bible tells us of humans? If memory serves, it speaks of Adam and Eve's true purpose.
And their flesh shall nourish yours, their blood shall flow within you.
For as the beetle nourishes the lark so shall human nourish vampire.
Powerful stuff, indeed.
- Do you believe it? - Believe what? The literal interpretation of our sacred text.
- That humans are nothing more than food.
- I do not.
Ah.
This, Mr.
Compton is where things get a bit tricky.
There are fundamentalists who do believe.
We think your friend Nora is one of them.
In their utopia, humans are farmed as food, nothing more.
Emotional alliances between vampire and human are blasphemy.
I have known vampires who thought like this.
But I can assure you, that is not my philosophy.
No.
This guardianship has struggled to make coexistence with humans a lasting reality.
But and not to sound paranoid there are forces aligned against us.
And I'm wondering if perhaps, it might include you.
Do you believe in the literal interpretation of our sacred text? I do not.
Have you consorted with those who do? I have not.
Are you sure? It's wonderful to be a vampire.
Isn't it? Generally, yes.
Right now not so much.
Well, if you give me your full cooperation not only will we not be needing the silver but you, you'll leave here a free man.
Unfortunately, I cannot say the same for your, um-- Your accomplice Nora.
- She won't leave here a free man? - Heh.
Her betrayal was unforgivable.
She met the true death.
I know this must pain you.
I'm sorry.
But you must understand that non-cooperation will not be tolerated.
Now was it you or Mr.
Compton who murdered Nan Flanagan? Nan Flanagan is dead? Mr.
Northman is sympathetic with the Sanguinista movement so why protect him? He's told us of your agenda of your plans to undermine the mainstreaming movement.
- And he's walking free as we speak.
- That is happy news indeed.
You know he turned on you in the first five minutes? Why endure this for him? I just really enjoy your company.
Well, then let's have some more fun.
I'm afraid Mr.
Compton doesn't have your backbone.
He's been freed.
And in return for his cooperation, he'll be reinstated as king.
In light of that, is there? Is there anything you'd like to say? Long live the king.
Chug, chug, chug.
Chug, chug, chug- Chug, chug, chug- - Ulp-- - Not in the house.
Howdy.
What? Are you having a party? Just some close friends.
Oh, my God, look.
Heh! Holy shit, is that Steve Newlin? - Hey, hey.
- Yo.
Yo.
- Yo, Rev.
- Yo.
Can I just say, before you became a vampire, you were a massive dick.
- I know.
- Let me touch your fangs? Ah! Ha-ha-ha.
- What do you want'? - Um Just a little chin wag, in private.
I think you and I got off on the wrong foot.
- Is that right? - Yes.
See I didn't realize that you and Jason Stackhouse were involved.
And I think that I came off like a real-- Well, heh, like a real party crasher.
However I am prepared to offer you $10,000 for Jason.
Ten-thousand bucks? In cash.
Hmm.
Twenty-thousand.
Twenty-thou-- ? No.
Ha-ha-ha.
- No.
- Let me ask you a question, Steve.
Have you seen Jason's butt? Of course I've seen it.
Why do you think I'm offering $10,000? When it's rock-hard you could chip a fang on it.
- Fifteen-thousand, and that's it.
- Heh.
And speaking of, um rock-hard Let's just say, urn, you won't be disappointed.
- Okay, okay, 20,000.
- Ha-ha-ha.
Mm.
Look at you.
Fang-boner and real boner.
You are pathetic.
Jason is my friend.
I do not sell my friends.
Get the fuck out of my house.
Hair pulling? Really? - Agh! - How do you like it? The next time you think about crashing my party, don't.
My dad's the king.
Not anymore.
Agh! Awesome.
Hey, idiots.
You're boring me.
Go back to your human lives before I eat you.
That vampire's a dick.
Go.
Hey, Patrick.
Thought I'd seen the last of the Bellefleur clan this time around.
Well, you know us Bellefleurs, sometimes we'll surprise you.
Excuse me.
Ahh.
I haven't been sleeping that well.
Terry's been having these awful nightmares.
Real barn-burners.
Sometimes he even cries out in his sleep.
Seems like war talk or Or something.
- I don't really know.
- Well, that happens to all of us.
It's tough.
Terry don't really talk about his tour.
Did something happen in combat that might have, you know, stuck with him? No, ma'am.
Not that I can, uh Nothing comes to mind.
Ah, heh.
You're the strong, silent type.
Well, I like that.
Ha, ha.
Well, heck, you know that.
I even married one.
- What are you doing here, Arlene? - She's looking for answers.
Same as me.
I need to talk to the sergeant.
Alone.
I got kids, Patrick.
And I have too much invested in this man to watch him lose his mind.
You understand me? Yes, ma'am.
You two fix this.
Private.
Eller ain't dead.
He's just off the grid.
- He's alive? Why'd you lie? - Because I didn't wanna believe it was him.
- He's got a good heart.
- Really? Well, let me tell you what else he has.
An itchy trigger finger and borderline psychotic tendencies.
But we're his friends.
Why would he hurt us? Grudge.
Chemical imbalance.
He likes to jerk off to house fires.
How the fuck should I know? I know where he's holed up.
Well, then let's visit him.
Before he visits us.
Be careful, Hoyt, I don't want you to hurt yourself.
Hi, Miss Fortenberry.
- Is Hoyt around? - He's helping me with my sink.
What do you want'? Uh, just wanna talk.
- Why don't you go fuck yourself? - Hoyt, language.
Excuse me.
Listen, bubba.
This ain't right, man.
You living back at home.
With your mom.
My life's my business.
What do you care, anyway? Well, I'm just sick of messing up life.
Look, why don't you come stay at my place? Stay for as long as you want.
I'll even stay at Sook's.
Please? Believe it or not, I wanna be here.
I don't want your house.
I don't want your charity.
- Get the fuck out.
- Hoyt.
What the fuck, Mama? I spent the last fucking hour down there fixing your fucking sink for fucking free.
So if you don't like it that I say "fuck," that's too fucking bad.
- Hey.
- No, don't come around here anymore.
All right? We are over.
I will never forgive you for what you did to my boy, Jason Stackhouse.
You are dead to me.
Thank you for splitting up Hoyt and that red-haired slut.
I'm gonna bake you a pie.
And stay out.
Emma, go to sleep, sweetie.
Emma, it's late.
Go to bed.
Emma, what in the world is going on in there? Emma, go-- Holy fuck.
Tara? I will never forgive either of you.
- Wait.
- Aah! Tara! ROMAN The blood of Lilith.
The First the Last the Eternal.
We are born of Lilith, she who was created in God's image.
The First the Last the Eternal.
We swear fealty to the Blood and to the Progenitor.
The First the Last the Eternal.
Lord and Lilith, Father and Mother protect us as we protect you from this day until the hour of the true death.
And in Lord and Lilith's name we say Vampyr.
Mr.
Compton.
Mr.
Northman.
To meet under these circumstances, it is a shame.
One of several recent disappointments.
You think you know somebody.
You consider them an ally for centuries.
And when they betray you they won't even tell you why no matter how persuasive you can be.
No.
No.
No, you know I'm innocent.
You're in a real pickle here, boys.
According to Nan Flanagan, you What is it she liked to call you guys? Fuck Up One and Fuck Up Two.
You have made egregious errors.
Rocket launchers on Main Street? Not to mention your so-called Festival of Tolerance where humans were attacked by vampires in full view of the media with our official spokesperson in attendance.
Keeping that quiet wasn't cheap.
Now, Nan, ahem, was no prize either.
Still, she was Authority.
And that, boys, is the point.
We are the Authority.
I am the Authority.
The true death for Northman means the true death for Northman.
Are you now or have you ever been a member of the Sanguinista movement? I don't even know what it is.
Mr.
Northman.
You know, I'm trying to stay away from politics as much as possible.
- Are you? - And religion.
You just in it for yourself? You think the whole concept of the common good is hopelessly naive? Chancellors.
Well, it chaps my ass to say this but when you got lame horses, you put them down.
The mainstreaming agenda is just too damn important.
It cannot fail.
True death for these fellas.
They destroyed a very real threat to all vampires.
If there is no documentation of humans being killed by vampires we are infinitely better served letting them live.
They killed an Authority member.
- She was on her way out.
- She-- As you can see, this council has had heated debates over what to do with you two sons of guns.
Every vampire on this council has committed our careers and lives our destinies to mainstreaming.
Coexistence with humans is not an option, it is a necessity.
It is merciful.
It is just.
It is vital.
Not to mention that they outnumber us Any threat to mainstreaming is a threat to us.
Fundamentalism is a dead end.
And I won't fucking have it! Not out there and most certainly not in here.
Do you have anything to say before I pronounce sentence? I offer you an exchange.
Our lives in return for Russell Edgington.
Russell Edgington is dead.
Nan Flanagan assured me of it.
She assured the world of it on camera.
Sherriff Northman and I consigned him to the ground but we did not kill him.
Tragic mistake.
Because he has now broken free.
That sounds like a lie to me.
But it is the truth.
Whether we live or die, you will find out soon enough.
They have every reason to lie, but, uh I must say that I'm intrigued.
Russell wants nothing more than anarchy.
If you would like your entire mainstreaming agenda and your administration with it to be completely obliterated then by all means ignore me.
The only thing Russell wants more is to see us dead.
Why? He pissed me off.
Then I pissed him off.
- You know how these things go.
- No, I don't.
Why would you keep Russell Edgington alive? After what he did, we felt that true death was too good for him.
We wanted him to suffer.
You wanted.
You disobeyed the Authority to satisfy your feelings.
I feel like staking you so fucking much right now.
Guardian.
I was the one that did it.
You were king and you allowed him? Lilith help me, I am going to stake you.
Unfortunately unlike the two of you I understand there are a great many things more important than my personal desires.
Guardian, I promise you.
Now Russell is free.
He will stop at nothing to find us.
And when he does you will be there.
To put an end to him as we should have.
I offer this to you as a final gesture of solidarity.
I, like you, believe that mainstreaming is possible.
And essential.
But Russell must be stopped.
I fully expect to meet the true death either way.