Holy moly, this episode had everything. I am pretty sure this is my favorite episode -- and almost certainly my favorite season -- in all the five years I've been writing about this show. I am just so impressed with what's going on here. I think this might be one of my favorite TV shows, which isn't something I maybe ever would have said, even back when I majorly loved it. This was a thing of beauty. They've taken everything good from the last five seasons, blown into it like a Nintendo cartridge, scraped off the best parts and made that into a TV show. It is brilliant.

The Bellefleur Girls cross over into their twenties come nightfall, so Bill and Jessica have to rejigger their plans to kidnap them and synthesize their fae blood, but it works out. In the short term, I mean. In the slightly longer term, Takahashi can't seem to get it right, and while Bill is going God-crazy on him about that, Jessica accidentally eats them. It is horrific and sad and terrible, but that's life at Castle Compton.

Sam ditches Lafayette, turns into a horse and takes Nicole and Emma on the run. Once Emma's asleep, they hook up, not in spite of her friends and Luna dying a second ago, but because of it. Meanwhile, the Pack cleans all the VUS off themselves and calls in Alcide's dad to help track Emma, and the whole thing is dumb and boring because this part of the season is not about them, so just chill.

Eric (finally doing some Eric stuff that reminds you why Eric is a big deal) ditches Tara and Pam (who is now a guest of Camp Anna Camp, along with Nora) and plays a neat zero-sum trick on Willa Burrell where he turns her into a vampire. If she convinces her dad that vampires are people, great. If it goes haywire and she eats him, great -- and also hilarious. What nobody's counting on is that Sarah Newlin is sleeping with Burrell, so she's there when Willa fangs out on him, and now Willa's in her own dad's concentration camp too.

Meanwhile, before even the credits, we get confirmation that Ben is Glory, when he gives Jason some of his faerie-vampire blood to heal his weird head wound from last season. This gives Jason some excellent (excellent) Ben & Jason Sex Dreams, but also helps him and Niall to figure out that Ben is Warlow. Niall dumbly leads the charge despite his whole thing about Sookie killing Warlow, and is drained and tossed into Claudine's pocket hell -- after a fairly cogent explanation of exactly how Ben is Warlow and a vampire and a faerie all at the same time -- while Jason is glamoured and forgets the entire day.

But Sookie has also maybe figured this Warlow thing out, and spends the episode playing both our and Ben's perceptions about whether or not she knows (or cares!): She invites him to dinner at her house in person, salts his food with colloidal silver and just when you think she's given him the all-clear and they're doing it on the couch, boom. I said BOOM! She's got the nuke going and she's ready to roll.

An astounding, perfect ending to an intricate, moving episode full of sex (which is never actually about sex), Sookie being fantastic, Ben having lost the ability to shirt himself altogether, Jason finally up and running and being a total champ, and everybody's storylines (less shifters and weres of course) moving forward about a hundred steps more than you might have expected. So proud of the show this week, and this season in general.

Next Week: Sookie chases Benlow around the house yelling about all the wrong men have done her in her entire life, Lafayette gets back into the séance game, Andy comes to Castle Compton to find his dead daughters, and I'm guessing we'll finally see what goes on in Camp Ire now that Pam's a prisoner.