True Blood s06e09 Episode Script

Come on, Warlow.
Come back to me.
What little blood he has left, I need it.
He'll die, and there's been too much dying.
We made a deal, Sookie.
I know we did, but Eric took our deal and fucked it in the ass.
You're the god of all vampires.
Deal with your vampire.
Seriously? I'm gnawing at my own arm and you're gonna drop fang on me? Come on, Warlow.
Drink.
- Sookie.
- Shh.
I'm right here.
Just-- Just drink.
You see that? He's looking better already.
- Should we go, Warlow? - Does he look like he's in any shape to go save vampirekind with you? I couldn't give a shit what kind of shape he's in.
- Argh! - How do I get out of here? Goddamn it, Bill.
You don't have to do this.
- I have no choice.
- You do have a choice.
Eric has more of Warlow's blood coursing through his veins than Warlow does.
If you want his blood, take it from Eric and leave us alone.
- How about you tell me how I get out of here? - No.
Tell me how I get out or Sookie dies.
- Use your light.
- It won't work.
It will! Aah! - Nicely done.
- Thanks.
Walk around.
Mrs.
Bellefleur.
Thank you for agreeing to do this on such short notice.
We wouldn't miss it for the world.
Come, let me show you where you'll be sitting.
Thank you.
Are you feeling any better? Why, you got somewhere you need to be? Um, just the funeral's starting.
Yeah, right.
Okay.
When you came here last night with Bill, you were prepared to be mine, were you not? You know I was.
Are you still? Warlow, I made you a promise.
When I promise somebody something, I keep it.
Always.
I believe you.
- Good.
- Come here.
What? You can't go to a funeral with that on your arm.
Let me heal you.
Oh.
- Thanks.
- You're welcome.
Go.
Are you sure you're okay? I'm perfect.
Okay, sweet boy.
Nice suit.
- Thanks for coming, y'all.
- Oh, honey.
Good to see you.
- Hey, Arlene.
- Hey.
- Is that the Stackhouse girl? The weirdo? - Shh.
- Monty? - Yes.
I am so sorry about her.
Don't even think about it.
- Miss Fortenberry, Miss Bodehouse.
- Hey, Sookie.
- Are those two seats taken? - Oh, no.
Please.
Thanks.
How's Hoyt doing, by the way? He's doing real good.
He has a girlfriend and everything.
Ugly as sin, but at least she ain't a redheaded bloodsucker.
Uh-huh.
Sookie.
Well, don't you look handsome all dressed up.
I guess it takes a funeral to tame the beast within.
- That seat next to you taken? - Actually, I was saving it for Jason but I haven't seen him yet.
Oh, no worries.
I understand.
I'll see you after? You bet.
Alcide.
- Thanks for coming.
- Of course.
- Now, he smells like a man.
- Yeah, he does.
Who is he? Eric.
- Northman.
- Overlark.
I'll be back in 10 minutes to make sure you've bled out.
Gentlemen.
You're all free to go.
We're free! Go on.
Go kill your captors.
My maker is in that drawer.
- Did you drink the Tru Blood? - Yes.
What's happening to me? - Sorry.
- Oh, God.
Your maker's gonna die a horrible death and it's up to you whether you want to watch it.
But like I said, you're free to go.
"But if any widow hath children or grandchildren let them learn first to show piety towards their own family and to requite their parents for this is acceptable in the sight of God.
" There are those who say it goes God, country, family, in that order.
Others would argue it should be God, family, country.
Well, Terry and I got to talking once and he told me that for him it was family, family, family and that he didn't expect it was ever gonna change.
And believe it or not, even as a man of God I was satisfied with his answer because I knew he meant it.
Terry Bellefleur believed in family.
And for him, everything everything flowed from that.
Shut up.
Was the vampire that did this to you tall and blond? Northman.
You see where he went? Behind me.
Please.
Please.
Will you kill me? In your time here, did you have any interactions with a redheaded vampire named Jessica Hamby? I did.
Did you hurt her? Yes.
Then I will be happy to kill you, you fucking cockroach.
Hey, everyone.
Y'all know me as sheriff but today I'm just Andy.
Terry and I we were cousins, but we grew up as brothers.
Our grandmother instilled in both of us a sense of civic duty.
She taught us we had a responsibility to the community we grew up in that it was incumbent upon us as Bellefleurs to give back.
For me, that meant staying here.
For Terry it meant something bigger.
But when he came back-- And this is no big family secret I'm giving away here or anything.
--that responsibility weighed on him.
I remember him saying, "War is not a game.
" And I said, "I know that.
I know.
" And he said, "No, you don't.
" And I knew it.
I knew he was right.
I-- I didn't know it the way he knew it.
Then he disappeared to our childhood hangout a place we called Fort Bellefleur.
Terry! So I was hoping you'd talk to me today.
Portia's worried about you.
Grandma's worried about you.
I'm worried about you.
Listen, if you don't wanna talk I'm gonna keep coming back here till you do.
But if you don't wanna, you gotta let me know what kind of beer you want.
I'm just guessing, and buying two of everything's got the guys at the liquor store all pissed off.
Raging Bitch IPA.
What was that? Raging Bitch IPA.
It's the only American beer the European soldiers could even stand to drink over there.
Raging Bitch.
I'll look into it.
You might have to special order it.
Well, what you've done for this country's special.
You have no idea what I did for this country.
Well, why don't you tell me? Just talk to me.
What do you want, coz? I want you to come back to us.
- We all do.
- I can't.
- There's nothing there for me now.
- Sure, there is.
Remember Sally Winford? She got divorced.
She got kids? Three of them.
Two girls and a boy.
- I can't be around kids.
- Never mind Sally, then.
How about if I got you a job? Good luck with that! Faster, you bitch! This is what you get! - Faster, faster! - Unh! Unh! - Have you seen a tall, blond vampire? - He let us go.
What a wonderful gift.
- Any idea where he went? - Oh, so many hallways so many possibilities.
Heh, heh, heh.
You are going to tell me what you did with your rabbit.
Did you hurt it? Did you touch it? - Aah! - Come out! You're free.
Go forth and kill the humans.
Jason Stackhouse.
Looking good, my friend.
They took them all away.
What, Pam? Willa? Tara and Jess.
Ahem.
All of them.
Now, the last time I saw you, you were spouting some pretty hateful ideas.
I know I was.
How well do you know your way around this place? Pretty fucking well.
Heh.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
Oh, and help me remember have I ever healed you before? I don't think so.
Hm.
Well, you are in for a treat.
And when you dream of me dream of nice things.
Hey, what's up, Mac Gilvary, Johnson? High five, Tirone.
Um.
I'm gonna be honest here.
When Andy asked me to give Terry a chance in the kitchen, I wasn't so sure.
But he turned out to be not only one of the best employees that I ever had-- I don't think he ever missed a day.
But, Terry, he was one of the best and most loyal friends that I ever had.
Terry, it's me! I brought somebody to see you.
You remember Sam Merlotte? Talk to him.
Tell him about the beer.
Hey, Terry! If you can hear me, I own a bar.
It's called Merlotte's.
My distributor was able to find some of that beer you were telling your cousin about.
Raging Bitch? Had some myself last night.
It's really fucking good.
I thought we'd all go fishing, knock back a few.
I'll fish.
The restaurant business, what's that like? Well, it's a lot of work, but I like people, so-- - I don't like work.
Or people.
- Ha, ha.
He's-- He's kidding.
Right, coz? You're kidding? - Sam's offering you a job.
- Bite! There you go, coz.
Lady Luck's with you.
Bite! Look, look! Whoo! Yeah! Ha, ha.
Let me in there.
You hooked him real good.
Come here, you little bugger.
Hoo-hoo.
Ha, ha, ha.
Throw it back.
It's a catfish, coz.
What's the big deal? Every life matters.
Throw it back.
What if it don't work out? Well, hey, it will.
I spilled my beer.
We'll get you another one.
I like you, Sam.
I like you too.
Yeah.
- Fuck off and die.
- I'm already dead.
Try again.
- I'm your doctor.
- You're my hostage.
What was it? - Were you not good enough? - Hello, vampires.
Could I have a minute alone with the good doctor? - No! - Now.
Hey.
You forgot to ask me something.
- Excuse me? - During our sessions there was something you forgot to ask me.
What--? What did I forget? You should've asked how you were going to die so you could've prepared yourself mentally.
Hm? Truth is, I don't really care.
No? - I'm gonna die a happy man.
- Oh.
Would you like to know why that is? Hm.
Sure.
I'll bite.
I fucked your progeny.
Ho-ho.
You did not just go there.
That's gonna cost you, doc.
Hm.
Now, is this true, what you're saying? Did you have sex with Pam? She said she used to be a whore.
We made a deal.
Sex in return for her release from solitary.
Let's go.
Wait, you're not going to kill me? No, I'm not.
We're gonna go find Pam, and then she's gonna kill you.
I believe she more than earned the right, you disgusting cretin.
Let's go.
I wasn't sure whether I was gonna come up here today or not but me and Terry worked too long and too close for me not to.
- Is that a boy or a girl? - Shh.
Anyway, the first time I met Terry Bellefleur was his first day on the job.
And I didn't know nothing about him other than he was this battlefield-hardened U.
S.
Marine who had some shit going on that I-- Oh, excuse my language.
Excuse me, y'all.
Well, he had no experience working in the kitchen.
And I didn't want nobody leaning on me like that especially no soldier.
Um.
How y'all doing, fellas? Ahem.
Anyways, about an hour in I looked in Terry's eyes and I saw something I didn't expect to see.
Yo, what's going on with my fries? Terry? Terry? Marine? Oh.
Oh, God.
I want to be good at this job.
Will you help me? Mostly I don't believe in all this stuff but I saw it.
I was looking straight into his soul.
Is you okay? - I just don't wanna fuck this up.
- Well, we good, then because mama ain't gonna let that happen.
- Okay? - I'm sorry about your fries.
Oh, don't sweat it.
That po'boy can wait.
Let me show you a little something-something.
Thank you, Lafayette.
- Thank you so much.
- Okay.
Okay, now the deal with the fryolater is you wanna make sure all the wet is off of the potato product so that shit don't come bubbling back up on you.
Then you just drop it in the basket.
And then just dip the shit.
Like this? Well, I likes to put my whole body up in it, you know.
So I like to just do a little dip like that.
Yeah.
Just alike that.
Or you can sexy the dip.
Or you can cha-cha the dip.
There you go, there you go, there you go.
- White room's the next silo over.
- Aah! - Stop! Just shut up! - Aah! I know that scream.
- Shut up! - Hold this.
Hello, Ginger.
Well if it isn't my knight in shining armor.
I would sit on that swing for hours on end, not swinging at all because I was too stubborn to let anyone teach me how.
I remember my mama saying I was the same way with tying my shoes.
Anyhow, when Cousin Terry came out of the house he sat down on the swing next to me and somehow he made my not knowing how not feel like such a shameful thing.
And within 15 minutes he had me swinging higher and faster than any of my friends at school.
- That's my Terry story.
- Hm.
Thank you, Portia.
Would anyone else like to say a few words before I invite up Mrs.
Bellefleur? Anybody? Mrs.
Bellefleur? I can't go yet.
I can't do this.
I'm not ready.
I'm not ready to say goodbye.
- I've got something I'd like to say.
- Oh.
Were you listening in on me? Hi.
Um.
I'm not real comfortable talking in front of people but I loved Terry, and I love Arlene, so.
We're a small community here in Bon Temps so I know pretty much every one of you has figured out by now that I'm a little different but only a small handful of you know what that difference is.
I'm.
I'm a telepath so I got a slightly different insight into that same night that Lafayette was talking about.
Terry's first shift.
I knew Terry a little on account of the Bellefleurs and the Stackhouses go way back.
But when I heard he was coming to work at Merlotte's I was pretty curious myself.
And, Arlene, I never told you this back then but when me and you and Terry were together at the pass-through with that one waitress whose name we refused to learn because we couldn't believe that Sam had hired her well, I was listening in on Terry's thoughts that night.
Hey, newbie, what's up with my chicken strips? - My tips are for shit tonight.
- Arlene, don't stress out the Marine.
Look, his name ain't "newbie" and it ain't "Marine," it's Terry and y'all should cut him some slack.
Terry the Marine.
Mm.
I like the sound of that.
Grrr! What do you say when we get off work, why don't you let me buy you a drink Terry the Marine so I can thank you for your service? Flirt, flirt, flirt.
Lafayette, this one flirts more than you do, and that's saying something.
I wasn't flirting with him.
You feel like I was flirting with you, Terry the Marine? Look out for this one.
She will chew you up and spit you out.
There's your chicken strips, Red.
Thank you.
Prettiest woman I ever saw.
It'll make me write music again.
You make coming out of the woods not so scary.
What's her name? - What? - Um, Arlene.
Her name's Arlene.
He loved you since the second you walked into his life.
And not too many people can ever say that they were loved like that.
But you can, Arlene.
And I just.
You deserve to know it.
Thank you.
Doesn't look like Jason's gonna show.
I thought you might need a shoulder to cry on.
What are you, a telepath? - Where is he? - I'm sure he's fine.
Northman! Eric has more of Warlow's blood coursing through his veins than Warlow does.
If you want his blood, take it from Eric and leave us alone.
Fuck Northman.
There is a white room where my friends are gonna meet the sun.
You are gonna take me there.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I will fear no evil for thou art with me.
Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me.
Thou annointest my head with oil.
My cup runneth over.
Surely goodness, unh and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.
Scoot.
It's my turn.
Hey, come on.
Let me in.
Please? Please, y'all.
I barely got a taste.
Fucking gross.
Let me in.
Let me in.
Save some blood for me.
Aah! Please, y'all.
I don't wanna die.
Why? What did I do? Unh! Every time I've lost someone I've loved you've been there.
Northman, let him have my blood.
No.
He's a fucking turncoat.
Unh! Please! Die, fuckers! Please.
I was weak, but I won't be in the future.
You have no future.
No.
Unh! No! No! I love you Jason Stackhouse! Aah! I saved the therapist for you.
You take such good care of me.
Hm.
It was at about, I don't know 3 or 4 in the morning and Terry and me we used to always say that the reason we worked was on account of we always took turns freaking out.
Heh, heh.
One day, it was his turn to be strong, the next day, it was mine.
Well, let's just say that the night that Mikey was born was so not my turn to be strong.
Heh.
I just didn't know how we were gonna pull it off.
You know, what with two kids already so much older and we were living in that small apartment and everything.
And Terry, he just.
He was my rock.
- He hates me.
- He does not hate you, Arlene.
Well, then he hates my milk or he hates my nipples or he hates something about me.
Honey, you haven't slept.
That's all this is.
- Once you have slept, you're gonna realize it.
- Do you think maybe he heard me? You know, in utero he heard what I said about how he was gonna be evil? Babies aren't like us, Arlene.
They only hear the good stuff.
They filter out the bad because they know they're loved and that's enough.
- You think? - I don't think it.
I know it.
Let's clear your mind of it.
- But I said-- - Arlene, clear it.
Now, I want you to take a deep cleansing breath.
You feeling better? - A little bit.
- Good.
That's good.
Let's do another one.
How you doing now? I'm.
I'm okay, yeah.
Okay, now, very calmly try to get him to feed again.
Okay.
There we go.
There you go.
- He did it.
- Of course he did.
Oh.
Terry, look at him.
I wanna tell you something, Arlene.
I love this family.
I love it so much.
We love you too.
Oh, thank you whoever you are with the gift of light.
I never thought I'd see the day.
I'm coming for you, sun! Have we killed everyone who needs to be killed? All except one.
Don't leave me alone.
Come on.
Heh, heh, heh.
Shh.
Sarah, you ain't gonna get away! Too fucking slow and too fucking evil! I just want to say thank you to everybody who spoke today.
With your words, you honor this man who honored this great country of ours.
And now the U.
S.
Marines are here to offer - a final tribute.
- Excuse me.
Big John got something he wants to say.
Oh, change of plans.
Before we go to the Marines we're gonna hear from Big John Dixon.
- Thank you.
- There are a lot more Negroes here than I thought there would be.
Who's Big John Dixon? - He worked with Terry.
Now, quiet.
- I'm just saying, he's not in the program.
- Shh.
- Would you please shut up? I loved Terry Bellefleur a lot.
And I'm not that good with words - so I'm gonna sing a song for him.
- Mm.
Sing it, Big John.
It's something my grandma used to sing to me when I was little.
It's called "Life Matters.
" Far away in another life I walked my land Proud and free Far away from my other life Jason.
Please, this is God's work I am doing - and if you kill me, he will punish you.
- How dare you speak for God.
Far away home Far away You're not a killer, Jason.
Don't do this.
Oh, it's not me doing it, honey pie.
- It's Jesus.
- It is not Jesus.
And why not?! If you can talk to God then why can't I talk to Jesus? No blood on my hands There I would roam My faraway home - Oh, God! - See, Jesus says to me you deserve to die.
He says to go fuck yourself for daring to speak to his father.
- Oh, God.
- Oh.
What's that, Big J? Uh-huh.
Yeah, I'll tell her.
He says to tell you you're an average fucking lay.
Oh, God.
What will become of your soul, Jason? I don't know.
But at least I got one.
I don't want any more blood on my hands.
Not even yours.
- Get the fuck out of here.
- Oh, God, Jason.
- You're doing the right thing.
- Don't make me change my mind! Far away home Yes, sir.
Amen.
- Amen.
- Yeah.
I really don't see what was the point of that.
Hey.
- Oh, thank you, Big John.
- You're welcome.
That was the shit.
Oh! - Tru Blood! - Yeah! Yeah, fuck this shit! Come.
Your time on earth is over.
I'm not going anywhere.
Jessica.
Jessica.
Jessica.
- Where are you going? - We left Bill behind.
No! No! No! No! Eric! No! Come.
Leave me alone.
I did what she wanted me to do.
Who's he talking to? I don't know.
I can barely feel his pull anymore.
Bill! Bill! Come on.
Bill? Stay away from me.
Me? You should go to him.
It's me, Bill.
I'm here.
It's okay.
They're coming for me.
Lilith sent them.
They're getting closer.
- Now what do I do? - Feed him.
- Vampire blood doesn't heal vampires.
- It just did.
Whatever's in his blood, it saved us.
- Maybe we can give some back to him.
- Help him, please.
Drink.
Drink! Please, Bill.
Come on.
Detail, atten-huh! Right face.
Forward march.
Detail, halt.
Ready, face.
Arms, huh! Ready, aim, fire! Aim, fire! Aim, fire! Flag.
Present, huh! Honor, huh! Cut.
On behalf of the president of the United States the United States Marine Corps and a grateful nation please accept this flag as a symbol of our appreciation for your loved one's honorable and faithful service.
Thank you.
Didn't love the gunfire but how come it doesn't feel like the lie I thought it would? Not nearly as empty and meaningless as I feared.
I actually think Terry would've been okay with this.
Good.
What? I'll tell you later.
Thank you, mister.
- Yeah! - Come on, y'all.
Let's take this party back to our place.
Whoo! And I'll feed y'all! Mm, darling.
You feed only me.
Don't you dare leave me.