Alcide pulls over to pee, and Tara goes back to check on Sookie. Luckily, she doesn't care if the sunshine hits sleepy little Bill a little bit, so once Sookie doesn't knock back or call out, she jerks the door open. The expected squeal from Bill doesn't come, but they don't notice due to the mostly dead body of Sookie on the floor, and the blood everywhere on every surface and especially his face. Bill has, of course, taken note of the fact that he pretty much just murdered his girlfriend in the most horrible frightening way possible, and -- in true Bill Compton form -- would like nothin' bettah than to provide assistance. Tara considers his offer but responds by kicking his ass out onto the sunny country road, with majorly V kicking-power, and they move on without him. Needless to say, Tara emotes a little.

Only lightly smoking, Bill wonders about his newfound imperviousness -- will he now begin to sparkle, and scrapbook, and eschew all intimacy? -- before picking himself up and, still wearing Russell's tracksuit, not that he doesn't adore them, going to ground.

Bubba Guy callously compares Sam-Dog's future in the ring to -- once again in this episode, please do note, because I am sick and tired of hearing about what a crappy show this is when all that does is prove how lazy and dumb you are, but then I say the same thing about Gossip Girl, so clearly I can't be trusted -- the act of rape. Sam responds by taking human form -- a specifically love-letter-to-us-all naked form, with a chrome dog-collar chain around his neck -- and bopping sweet Bubba on the head. He crams him into one of the cages, and then opens all the rest of them because Sam is a sweetheart and because Sam does not think about what unleashing a herd of vicious, abused, mindless, dogfighting dogs into the countryside might actually accomplish. (Or would be, if this whole storyline and particularly this moment weren't actually about Tommy.)