Lorena leans close to the camera. "You don't want Bill. He means nothing to you." She protests, as Eric climbs on top. "This is the beginning." They kiss madly, as Lorena laughs. She is the voice of her fear, and her mistrust, and all the things Bill's fear and shame won't let her see. You could say -- in this episode full of orphans, from Hoyt to Jessica to the Stackhouses to Eric, in the end -- that she made Bill what he is today. Eric and Sookie make love.
Sookie wakes up, terrified for a moment, and turns to Bill. Outside, the sunshine. She takes his dead hand and looks at his dead face and squints her eyes tight, willing it down. Somewhere Maryann smiles and doesn't know why.
Maryann smiles, walking into the police station; the three people chained up in the lobby call out to her like worshippers, asking to party with her again. "We had a good time, didn't we?" she grins, pointing at them cutely. She heads inside to look for Bud, who is having a whole time of it, as the people go mad in their cells. As she comes closer. His voice echoes, and she calls out to him down the hall; the madmen call for her, excited as children, and Sam shivers. There is a fly walking on the grate in his cell.
Bud lets Maryann behind the gate, and offers her coffee when they sit. She notes his exhaustion, the absolute limit of his authority, and he admits that everybody in Bon Temps has gone completely fucking crazy. In fact, Kenya's out in the wagon collecting more. "A major crime wave!" she gasps, sitting down with her coffee, and he admits it's just misdemeanors, but really crazy shit he's never seen before, "in over forty years." She pishes that, and tells him to let some of them go. "I'm about ready to," he says, while she grins, "But they're all riled up, might still do some damage." She cocks her head. "Let me help, I'll talk them down. It's my best thing!" she laughs. I love that. The Lynda Barry cadence of that is beautiful.
"I'd be grateful. Can't hardly keep my eyes open." She awws, and he asks what she's after, and she puts on her Let's Be Serious face, like they're friends with an unpleasant business. "I heard Sam Merlotte is here, I couldn't believe it. A fine upstanding businessman? I have a lot of respect for him and I'd like to help him out." Bud doesn't want to let him go, being a suspect in a homicide, so she changes tactics immediately, bending her intention around his obstruction like water; she is horrified. He offers to show her where Sam's locked up, and she comes around to put her hands on his shoulders. "I know the way. Sit. Have a little rest." After about a second of vibing, he's gone black. She feels it in her fingers, and curls around to look: "Whoa! You went fast!" Heh. "Stay," she says, and grabs his keys.