"Aw, I didn't hate them! I mean, we had some pretty good times. It was... It was fucking and fighting, like with any girl. I just... I don't understand what would have made me do it." Bud is sad for him. (I must admit I kind of hated Maudette, but I didn't kill her either, because I'm only slightly fictional and she is all-the-way fictional, and plus if I killed her you better believe Randi Sue's ass would be in a ditch by now.) Andy starts yelling about how Adele must have suspected Jason's nature and pushed him to stab her all up, and Jason's face twists in the same way as it did when Eddie died: disgust and sadness and pain and total insult: "No, I didn't kill Gran and you know it! You better damn well find who did!" Different mystery, not the one that has torn his life completely apart today, from the roof to the foundation. "This is the worst confession I ever heard in my life!" Andy yells, which is adorable, but Jason's just had it: "Fuck you, Andy! That's all I got! Look, I don't want to hurt nobody else. Lock me up. For Christ's sake, lock me up."
Jason retreats into himself, shadowed, and Andy's all over him about waterboarding this and Gitmo that, and Bud's like, "Enough, dude. Lock him up." So Andy marches him away toward a cell, and over on the fax machine Drew Marshall's face is printing up, and Rosie's calling her friend to tell her the news about the Killer: "Yes, I swear. He's looking all crazy in a hot way -- you know him -- but they're throwing him in a cell right now. We are so lucky he didn't kill us..." says Rosie, and plops a bunch of files on top of the picture of Drew Marshall, now known as Rene Lanier of Bon Temps in Renard Parish, with the cute little Cajun butt and the fake little Cajun accent, and the sister he loved more than anything, until she disappointed him for good.
Next week: Maryann shows a couple of her cards, Rene comes back for Sookie for like the eighth time I guess, Jason finds a new notoriety, Jessica makes herself comfortable in the better world she's found, Lafayette pays the price for speaking truth to dangerous drug addicts with power, and Sam loses ... one loyal customer, at least. I'm looking forward to seeing it, but not to saying goodbye to you, so I guess we'll take it as it comes.