Instead, pointy boots with slit-cuff jeans comes sliding up to the bar like Thomas Cromwell, all full of ill-gotten information about Sookie, like where she works and who her best friend is. Tara tells him she's not a waitress, she's a bartender, and she's not working, she's just there trying not to kill herself. How's that going? "Well, I'm still alive." He grins and flirts. "Makes one of us." Her eyes go grossed-out and angry, but she can't look away from him. Last time she looked in their eyes...
Tara finally gets him a TruBlood, although the microwave's busted and all they have is B+, and asks him if he's a friend of Bill's. He isn't. And she? Fuck no, she thinks. "Not really," she says.
Jessica's consequences have vanished once she gets back home with the chainsaw. So what happened there? She doesn't know she's had a visitor, but with the show we don't necessarily know it was Point-Boots that took the body. Maybe he woke up, after a couple days; maybe that blood she poured into his dead mouth worked. Maybe it's a virgin birth after all. Or maybe this is Agnes Of God, and somebody else cleaned up her mess. Either way, her consequences are only just beginning.
Very drunk now, Jason's getting loading into Andy's cop car -- front seat, for the first time ever -- when he gets a call to Hotshot. Now, Hotshot is to Bon Temps as Bon Temps is to Shreveport. Chillingly tiny, impossibly insular. (In the books she always describes it as a collection of shacks organized around a single crossroads, and how the inbreeding is just a known and shivery fact.) So after some of Dispatcher Rosie's usual dumbness, we learn that Kenya's busting a meth lab, and Andy takes old Jason down there with him. Kenya yells at Andy for showing up when he's off-duty, and twice as much when she sees Jason in the car, playing with the CB.
Andy tells Jason to stay in the car, which as a Stackhouse and an idiot (redundant?) he is duty-bound to eventually disobey, and there's a whole fight with Kenya about "his town" and how "his town needs him" and "whatever happens in his town" and whatever, and she points out that there aren't any TV cameras to catch the speech, so shut up. Her partner Gomer Pyle, almost incomprehensibly, "You sure did sound smart on the TV, Andy!" He is distressing.
Also distressing: Poor old Calvin Norris, patriarch of Hotshot Louisiana, shirtless with hands in the air and looking like he was born to be in every episode of C.O.P.S. ever filmed. He starts throwing a real trashy little fit -- "get off my land" and "fucking pigs" and that sort of thing -- and there's a whole loud complicated bust, and at some point Jason sees a blonde girl (Crystal Norris) headed into the woods, and of course goes off to see and I'm assuming bone her, and then suddenly he's back in the thick, having successfully caught a runner from the back of the compound: His first drug dealer. Note, please, that despite being nearly as naked as a Nazi werewolf, his ears remain firmly attached.