Points to be made: Lafayette is a faggot, his car is "non-American," he is a "faggot" and additionally a "cocksucker" and a "fucker." Lafayette takes one down while Jesus swings a baseball bat, and beats the shit out of him. Also, he will pay for repairs to Lafayette's "ride," which if he doesn't have liquid cash for that, he needs to get going on selling that V he and Eric forced them to take last night. As for whether V is "evil," Lafayette points out, somewhat validly, that it's no worse than the meth that seems to be 100% of the Hotshot GDP.
Jesus peels Lafayette off the guy, who runs away -- "Go tell your mama two faggots whupped your ass, bitch!" -- and it's all very empowering, with that AIDS-burger taste of going to the same well over and over, but then Jesus indicates that he doesn't date drug dealers, first of all, and that V is a terrible "intense" thing that ruins lives, and therefore this date -- which is going on twelve hours long at least -- has come to an end. Lafayette mutters "bitch" at him for no real reason except that's how they talk in this episode, and Jesus slams the passenger-side door, making it rain glass in a way that's strangely hilarious.
Queen Sophie-Anne acts as a metaphor for our short-sighted and unregulated financial system. It is timely.
The Queen sends Ludis and Hadley to spend the hundred dollars she just won from a lottery scratch-off to buy more lottery scratch-offs -- "Mama's feeling lucky tonight" -- but these are not forthcoming, because guess who just killed or bought off all her guards and invaded her home? Russell, who grins, "Mama couldn't be more wrong!" She hops up in a pretty white suit, dripping with pearls (her location, her palace, her persona are always about the ocean) and worried about Hadley. She's safe, which for Russell means "tied up somewhere," and he once against pleads his troth. "In addition to never touching you," he points out, "I will settle all your debts." Which he should have just said to begin with, because it's the first time she's ever been given pause.
Russell points out that the Magister is close to figuring out she's the source of the V racket, and she says she's already pinned that on Eric, whom she doesn't yet know can hear every word. Russell moves on, even though that's a feint and she's wrong, and points out that the American Vampire League's interests would be served by handing her over to the IRS: "Make an example of you. Assuage the right wing's fears about vampires running Wall Street." Apparently she's no more worried about the AVL (dumb; everybody should be afraid of Nan Flanagan) than the IRS or the Madge: "They have no dominion over me. I'm a Queen." [Idiotic Harvey Fierstein-era joke about "queens," courtesy Russell, redacted because it is 2010. Give me a fucking break.]