Eggs comes running up to Andy outside Merlotte's brandishing a giant sacrificial knife. You know, as one would to any racist, trigger-happy cop. They yell at each other for a long time and Eggs confesses his murders and Andy tells him not to worry about it and he explains about the heart-cutting-out and Andy tells him not to worry about it, and finally Eggs just throws him down on the ground and demonstrates what it was like for those people to get chopped up by Eggs, like to a ridiculous degree: "It was like this! This is what their eyes saw before they died! Me -- just like this -- stabbing them again and again with this knife, like I'm doing right now in pantomime. Just stabbing, and cutting, and eviscerating, Andy!" He carries on in this vein for awhile, and finally Jason just appears out of nowhere and shoots him in the head. Maybe the most blameless murder of all time.
But of course Jason goes into shock because of the previous murders and deaths and bullshit that has happened to him, and the whole "I am a killing machine" thing that comes with paramilitary training, which causes Andy to overreact in turn and take the gun away and send Jason running into the forest for no real reason so that when everybody comes running out of the bar to see what's going on, he can say, "Eggs did all the murders and tried to kill me -- or committed suicide by cop -- and now we don't have to worry. The young black man, not the rich white lady or any of us, was the problem." Everybody's like, "Whew!"
(Meanwhile Taylor Swift is like, "Really, guys, I'm fine. He didn't rape me or bludgeon me to death with his big scary black cock, he came onstage at a joke award ceremony watching mainly by tweens and made an ass of himself, just like he's done at the last sixteen award shows. Damn." Thanks, Taylor. Now if we can just get her to explain the office of the President, or even just define "socialism," we can finally be done with racist ignorance and its completely inappropriate place in our political discourse forever.)
Tara, who is having one motherfucker of a life, drops to her knees on the dead body of Eggs and freaks out like whoa. Meanwhile, her best friend is polishing off dessert at a French restaurant and drinking champagne. Bill, ever so proud of himself, produces plane tickets: "Where's Burlington?" Lord, Sookie. It's in Vermont. Where, for the last month, fangbangers have been ruining marriage for the rest of us. Do you even watch this show? She finally pulls it together and starts wigging out, and he produces a ring. She cries, and he asks her to marry him -- "Assuming that last night didn't scare you off weddings for good" -- and she says... Nothing.