And then suddenly Sookie's the vampire, looking across the jump seat at Claudine -- hey girl! -- who blasts him with faerie light, too late as usual.
Claudine: "Stop! Warlow, leave the girl alone!"
The faerie blast knocks Sookie on her ass, and everybody mills around looking weirded. I guess this isn't how it worked back when Albert Einstein The Fairy used to do things, but it's exactly the same thing as happens to Sookie every day of her life.
Jessica: "Hoyt? How about you take this silver off me."
Hoyt: "You're already dead. Shooting you wouldn't be murder. You fucked my best friend. You sucked his dick. You broke my goddamn heart. And I fucking loved you."
Jessica: "I know you did."
Hoyt, sad enough: "So why don't you love me anymore?"
Jess: "I wanted to love you. I even prayed for it to come back. It just ... didn't. It ain't never gonna. I'm sorry."
Outside, the racists are watching some kind of nature doc about "...It tries to tear him apart..." when they hear the gunshots. They open up the door, and Jessica snaps the neck of the one that brung 'er, and they realize that, it being daytime, Jessica's just stuck in the shack now. Hoyt promises to go find help -- this is one of those times where people don't have phones, I guess, in 2012 -- and fires off a last "Fuck you, Jess" over his shoulder. Just in case you were interested in ever caring about Hoyt again.
Arlene and Holly are there when Lafayette gets home from Mexico, and he is ... pretty incandescent.
Lala: "Unless y'all are here to tell me I done goddamn won the lottery, get out my face."
Ladies: "Blah blah."
Lala: "Hooker, I ain't in the helping business no more, I'm in the fuck off while I smoke a blunt business. And business is about to pick way the fuck up."
Arlene: "[The Terry situation.]"
Lala: "So he's off his meds. Not my problem. Fuck off."
Arlene: "We just figured maybe it's a real fire monster demon thing, maybe it's not, but either way he believes it's true. So let's convince him otherwise."
Holly: "Do your medium thing and tell him the Iraqi lady will agree to lift the curse."
Lala: "Fifty bucks. Now I'm about to slip my ass in this tub and get high as a motherfucker, so enjoy your day."
Yes. Get the actual medium to actually lie, and then if the fire monster comes, Terry can just pass on that news. "Sorry, no. She like just was saying it's fine. Oh, did you not get her ghost text on your monster phone? No worries! Sorry about the inconvenience."