Outside Merlotte's, Tara's drinking Wild Turkey straight from the bottle. Guess Lafayette got busy? A couple of rotten-toothed rednecks come giggling out of the bar, talking about sex in a vague gross way before one of them notes that they're standing on the spot where "Andy put that serial-killer nigger down." Tara takes notice of this, but once the other one starts pissing on the spot where Eggs died, she gets into it with them. After one big punch sends one of them face-first into a nearby car, she's reminded that she's "the one who went and fucked a killer," also that she is a "bitch," and just when you think she can't possibly take both of them out, even drunk -- that this is about to turn on her in an ugly way, like everything else that ever happens to her -- Pointy-Boots (Franklin Mott is his name) shows up and bashes the more broken one down for the count, holding up the fresher one by the arms so he can apologize.

"Serial killer weren't enough for you? Now you gotta go fuck a goddamn vamper too?" She punches him, and Franklin again urges the man to apologize. He is not interested. Tara bashes him again, and again, back and forth, and the blood starts to flow, and she loses herself, and Franklin Mott's fangs come out, and he moans while she punches, again and again and again. It feels good.

Blood gelato, for dessert. Russell explains that, regardless of what Bill says, it's clear that Sookie is right up in the middle of his shit. He killed Longshadow, he honestly loves her, he'd take down a regent if he had to, for her. Russell finds this somewhat romantic, but you know who doesn't? Fucking Lorena, who appears in a riding outfit complete with crop, and almost completes a sentence about Bill's delusions of humanity before he... Picks up an oil lamp from the mantel and, um, totally sets her ass on fire. Like she goes whirling and screaming into the foyer, totally on fire, and everybody's like, "Damn."

Moms are fucking getting it this week, aren't they? It was a cute outfit, too.