In the gun room, Andy opens a weapons locker and starts putting bullets in his pockets, but he's surprised by a gunshot to the ceiling and turns around. There stands Bud Dearborne, squaredancing enthusiast, in his boxer shorts, grinning madly and asking Andy to do-si-do with him. This goes on for awhile, and that shit is always so weird and Paula Abdullian that I have no idea if he's making it up -- "When that devil comes a-courtin' aha he'll catch all eight with a right hand half back by the left turn the corner by the right make a wrong way thar and you pickle up a doodle in the middle of the star!" -- but when Andy takes his gun he shits himself and runs away, and you gotta shed a tear for old Bud Dearborne. All he wants to do is dance, not shit in front of his (ex) employees. The guide is gone.
Lettie Mae can't even understand why Lafayette has gone to pieces, and Sookie's answer, that he's traumatized, does nothing to help, because she's Lettie Mae: "Well so am I!" Yeah, and you're a fucking mess, so what's your question? Sookie whispers to Lafayette that she's going to club the shit out of Lettie and all he has to do is grab the gun, that's it, and he agrees that this is possible, so Sookie turns her saddest, most sweetie-pie face up to Lettie Mae again and begs her to at least "lower that gun, Miss Thornton," because he is "freakin' out." She does, Sookie brains her awesomely, they grab the gun and run to the car. And the whole time Lettie Mae's yelling weakly, "It's not my fault! She forgave me! Let her go!"
Sam waits outside Fangtasia! with the kids -- their father, apparently, is named Dwayne and has Arlene's name tattooed on his stomach, to which Sam sweetly responds, "Well, he must have loved her a lot, because you know that hurt" -- when good old fucked-up Ginger arrives for work. She screams her stupid head off as usual when he approaches, and goes all Lurch when Sam asks to wait with the kids inside, but a hundy changes her tune and she lets them inside. As maddening as Sookie is, as often as she screams, as ridiculous as she behaves, as controlling and creepy as Bill is, imagine one hour in the life of fuckin' Ginger. She makes me want to kill humans, and I am one.
Lafayette zooms through the sunny afternoon toward Maryann's house. (Remember how long this drive took, when it was Rene Lanier driving her?) Sookie's finally chilled enough to offer to hold the gun, but Lafayette assures her he's not letting go of it. She can deal. After a second, she asks if he's okay, and he says very directly, "Nope." It's quite sympathetic. She gives it a second more, and then asks him to please suck it up: "I cannot do this alone." She's not being a bitch, and he knows that. She enumerates the plan, well acquainted with trauma and the need to know the situation: "We just need to get in, get Tara and get the hell out. And if Maryann gives us any trouble, you have to shoot her." He says he will, comforted, and she gets hilarious: "I mean it. Shoot her in the head!" He nods, they drive, dumb plan.