Terry weeps, in the stockroom. All you want is to be seen: to matter. To mean something, to be more than a meaningless and broken object, oughtta-be-locked-up, crazy-running-through-the-night when it gets too big to hold. All you want is to do the thing that you do, and you can't do that: what's sadder than that? What demon took his territory from him? "I froze up. I let everybody down. I didn't do nothing." He shivers; Arlene puts out a hand to comfort him, and he jerks away. "This ain't Baghdad, Terry." He reaches for the hand he just jerked away from, and shakes with it. "It's Merlotte's, okay? Ain't nothin' anybody coulda' done." Not good enough. Sing the night that made you: "I'm supposed to." He weeps, and she shakes her head and hums to him, shushing away the pain and the fear, down back under the water.
"I know where that house they bought is at," Royce says, still hefting his pool cue like he did something. But he didn't do anything: he froze up, let everybody down. So now he has to go after them, to make it right. Sing the night that made you. "If you think you can sneak up on a vampire, then y'all are dumber in the head than a hog is in the butt," Sookie says. I remain unconvinced by the imagery in this case; plus, I think Royce is a total hottie and I don't want him to be eaten anytime soon. "Fucking a vampire don't make you no expert," one of the rednecks says, and Royce nods: "You're contaminated from normal people." That sentence? Makes no sense, literally. You know what he means, but come on, Royce. Her every moment is contaminated by normal people, but that's not what he meant. He is a dummy. Maybe it's Royce's authenticity I'm so very into. "What would you know about normal people?" They don't fuck dead things, for one. Nice burn! "You mess with Bill Compton, I promise, you will be a dead thing," she says, and takes off. Apparently having missed the part where she just, Natasha Lyonne-like, threatened to have sex with his corpse.
Sookie stupidly goes to Sam for help defusing the lynch mob (of three morons), but he is all about it. Even Arlene, still shaken from what they did and what happened next, the tears in Terry's eyes, says she hopes Royce kills them all. Sookie explains that the leaving with them part was a smokescreen, obviously, and Sam's like, "Doesn't matter. He belongs with his own kind." Sookie is, as usual, appalled by the racist rhetoric, and Sam's like, "Whatever, do what you want, but I don't want him here." (Weren't for the little Stackhouse bitch, there wouldn't be no vampires coming around here at all. Round 'em all up at daybreak and shoot the sunlight into 'em...) Sookie's all OMG for about a million years more.