...Well, and immediately Lafayette's like, "Or Patrick can kill you." Which, either way, still not solving the main problem which is that they are both cruel, gross murderers, but whatever. Patrick -- this part was kind of funny -- takes about a second before running at a slick pace out the house, down the street, across town, across Louisiana, into the ocean, up the other side. I'm still left wondering what the ifrit's place is, in this. Like your choices are 1) kill the other person, 2) die, or 3) die? That's really stacking it, huh?
Is completely lost. He calls the driver of the pickup that stops a "friendly face," perhaps it is known to him perhaps it is not, but then that person sticks a gun in his face. Oh, remember when Hoyt getting kidnapped into various cars every week would have been so scary and sad?
You know who smokes, actually, is Jane Bodehouse. I think she smokes, doesn't she? Who has like 99 problems, and has slept with Mike the Coroner. Doggie-style, actually, in front of us, with her face covered in pie. She's so cult-susceptible she cut her own finger off just to make Maryann happy, and has continued to be a problem drinker: Two signs of a racist teabagger off the top of my head. I dunno, that doesn't seem like that big a reveal, but I just can't wrap my head around Maxine. I guess it would be funny to see her cockin' shotguns again, though. Maybe that's all it takes. Maybe the endless ads for GCB, a show I loved by the way, took their toll and they thought, Maxine with a gun, hilarious every time. And they are not wrong.
Is brushing her teeth when a ghostly hilarious vampire face forms out of CGI smoke and menaces her until she screams. Until today, I thought that was just kind of dumb for a hallucination because I was thinking of him as a memory-ghost who might still be alive, but going back through Claude's dialogue I think Sookie has just laid out the welcome mat for this Warlow, right? Unless it is somebody we (used to) know... All very intriguing.