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.