"I hate her. God help me, but I fucking hate her. I-I... Everything is dolls, and show tunes, and cleaning stuff, and she will not stop talking. And I feel like it's making me crazy, Jess." On the other hand, at least he's not moping about Jessica. She knows what he means, and they share a pretty intense moment before Jessica, of course, starts to cry -- given that Hoyt still has no idea why they're broken up and hopefully never will -- and when she jerks away from him, good old Tommy's right there to whisk her away from the table and yell at Hoyt for making her cry. Oh, my Hoyt.
The Feds come back to Fangtasia!, where Russell is unbeknownst to anybody hanging out on the roof and fully discussing the issues of the day with a giant candy jar full of Talbot's guts. Oh, girl! He cries and actually turns the candy jar so it can better see them. "Look. The American Vampire League protects your murderer. Perhaps they even sent him!" He swears a few times they'll suffer for this made-up insult and then zooms away.
Nan wonders what that whooshing-gay-vampire sound was, and heads inside to deliver the Authority's ruling to Eric, who looks like shit of course. "I feel fantastic," he grumbles snottily, and she doesn't even high-five him. Here's the ruling: They never had the interview, he never gave the statement, and also what she's saying right now never happened. None of it did. No missing Kings or Queens, no dead Magisters. "It's a political tarbaby, no one wants to touch it. Not with the VRA this close to ratification."
Nan's ready to go, but Eric points out that Russell is going to keep killing everybody because he has gone bonkers, and she says that Eric's job is to do what he was going to do anyway: Kill Russell, fix the problem, without help. Eric complains that Russell's three times his age and three times as powerful, and Nan goes off. "Listen, you whiny little bitch. The only link between Sophie-Anne, Russell and the Magister is you. You brought us this steaming pile of shit and you're going to make it go away. Bring me his fangs, or I will have yours." Never thought I'd see the day where I would actually applaud somebody calling Eric a whiny little bitch, but enough's enough.