The camera goes crazy again, doing that Goyer jumpcutty-strobey thing like at the beginning during the intense bloodletting, and it's all BSG-crazy hustling poor Eddie into the basement, setting up camp, covering the windows, tying him to the chair, taping down an arm for the IV, I mean it's disgusting but well-choreographed on the parts of our little Rattray 2.0's, and Amy finds time -- in the middle of this hideous behavior -- to crack wise on Jason for the gasmasks he has in his unrealistic Louisiana basement. He admits to getting paranoid after 9/11, and she laughs, because obviously Bon Temps was the next target after New York and DC, but neither of them acknowledge the elephant in the room, which is that Louisiana was the next target. His parents died in a flood.
Eddie asks what the heck they're planning on doing, and Jason admits he was wondering the same, but Amy isn't feeling these kind of questions. The plan? "We're gonna drink from him." And then what? Eddie's face is scarred and awful, asking alongside him, and Jason snarls: "Dude, I got this." What he's saying is, "I am Super Mario, scrolling ever rightward, jumping barrels and mushrooms in my attempt to ignore what the fuck is really going on here, and every word you speak, like a person, is just another mushroom guy I have to jump over." What he's saying is, "Poip!"
"Jason," she says, tying off Eddie's arm, "Can you please try to live in the now with me?" Jason points out that The Now is all he knows: "In fact, I've gone entire months without thinking about shit." Eddie moans. "But the truth is, right now? The Now kind of sucks. And if we both can't admit that, then we are 100% fucked." Jason slumps to the floor beside her, and she pulls off a drop or two from the rich and broken beertap she's just turned Eddie into. "Who wants the first taste?" Jason swears he's not touching it -- not like this -- and Eddie stupidly thanks him. Jason: "I said fucking poip!, motherfucker." Amy calls to him like a siren: "Come with me, baby. Don't let your fear get in your way..." I love Amy's wording in this scene: V, the thing that makes you present and undeniably real, even in her own vernacular more present than presence, is now and also a place you can go to, where you can forget all the evil that you do.