Sam follows Tommy home that night, checking the mailbox once he's safely in the house and confirming they are, in fact, the Mickens family. Get on out of there, Sam. Nothing good ever happens in Arkansas.
Jason is having a very unsatisfying blowjob from one of the girls, but can't really concentrate because of the giant bullet hole he keeps hallucinating in her forehead. He takes off his shirt and tries to rally. "Let's just power through this." He offers to start on her, but after a second her friend shows up. "Hoyt's so hung up on his ex he won't even watch me play with myself." The girls giggle -- "I can't believe I'm doing this again!" -- but once again there is a blowjob problem. The two of them discuss it, hilariously, like roommates trying to figure out what's wrong with the dishwasher -- "This is what I've been dealing with for the last half-hour" -- and Jason offers to just watch them do each other. Because they have no respect for themselves, they give it a try, and finally he just comes clean: "It's not you, it's just... Every time I look at you, I keep seeing these big old bullet holes in your heads." Worst. Threesome. Ever.
Needless to say, they bounce with a quickness, and you can hear sweet Hoyt in the living room -- "Y'all leaving? It was real nice meeting y'all!" -- while Jason looks down at his dick and once more suffers existentially.
While the howling wolves come closer in the night, Bill glamours the old lady, Olivia, and tells her to forget all of this biting business. Where is he? "In my house." Another question and he realizes he's in Mississippi: Across state lines, which is to say, in another Kingdom entirely. Bill produces a wad of cash, telling glamoured Olivia that it's from Stanley, who came to visit. It's incredibly sweet, and he caresses her cheek softly with a smile before leaving. Like I'm so sure he would have just killed her, but I love this little premiere-episode reminder of what Bill is actually about.
Meanwhile in Bon Temps, Lafayette comes home looking for Tara. Lettie Mae, reading Men's Health, is none too interested -- thanks to Reverend Daniels solving all the problems with homilies -- and just sort of waves vaguely toward the bathroom. Needless to say, Tara's in there gulping pills, so he gets to pounding on the door.