Bill and Eric found Russell Edgington for the Authority, so the whole thing was kind of a scam, but then it turned out Salome was behind the whole thing, making it a double scam. Basically nobody in the Authority actually believed in the authority of the Authority except the Guardian, who is now jelly. Alcide and a girl named Rikki are challenging the latest version of Russell's Nazi Werewolf Cult, while Sam managed to kill a major player in the anti-shifter sniper group that now has custody of poor old dumb Hoyt. Lala's on the hunt to save Jesus from his grandfather, and Terry is still doing the dramatic equivalent of opening a Dairy Queen franchise in Odessa, TX. Meanwhile, Sookie just found out the fae have been keeping secrets about her parents' death, and commenced freaking out. "Freaking out, you say?" Yes, Sookie Stackhouse is freaking out. Weird, huh?
In a very cool scene that keeps switching from strobes to night-vision to random acts of violence, we see the fallout from Russell's counter-execution of old Roman, who finally made good on his casting by wearing a cute shirt. When all is said and done, Russell's been silvered again, Nora's still culting out in her cell, and Eric is hanging from a pillar for some reason that Bill finds worrisome, but Russell thinks is hilarious.
Bill: "Eric, what are you doing up there?"
Eric: "Just hanging out."
Russell: "Good one! Just hanging out, I like that."
Somehow the fae have subdued Sookie, and are now ... sigh ... "testing her luminescence."
Jason: "All right, listen. I ain't been to med school, or fairy school, or nothing. So if you can put it in terms a laid man can understand, I'd appreciate it."
You might, Stackhouse, but the rest of us are just mortified by this show sometimes.
Faery: "I'm going to send my light through her, and if the fae in her is strong, my light will pass through her body unhindered."
Jason: "Her head lit up real good, I thought."
Sookie: "Blerghy blee bloo bloo?"
Jason: "It's okay, Sook. They've just been testing your luminescence."
God bless you, Jason Stackhouse. What a wonderful fucking man he is. He spends more time on his spirit than anybody else, and he's already so much closer to fine...
Claude: "You're depleting, Sookie."
Sookie, verbatim: "Fuck you I'm 'depleting.'"