Maybe it's true, maybe it's not, but Bill's reaction to the part about the payoff is intriguing. Russell keeps hammering at this idea that Bill went to Bon Temps for a reason, and the dossier seems to confirm this, which means: If Sophie-Anne wants a telepath, then Russell's going to need her for himself. "It's a theory beautifully built, of air and imagination. But it has nothing to do with me, sir." Russell sort of decides to be done with Bill, I think, in that moment. I mean, how rude. Coot appears, looking poor sad Bill in the eye with an air of triumph, and Russell summons the guards to take Bill back to his room.
Andy comes to a very itchy Jason -- dressed up and waiting to get stood up by Crystal -- to tell him that he's on the verge of being deputized... Once he gets the physical and does the exam. Jason's heart once again breaks, and Andy gives him a sweet little pep talk, trying to distract him with what he presumes is a sexy young lady on her way. For Jason, that's two problems, things he wants that he can't have, and he's just sort of sad and dejected for a bit. Across the bar, Lafayette and Jesus are flirting very hard, and Jesus is saying the most amazing things about getting to just watch Lafayette work for nine hours, and they play pool, and it's delicious. Lafayette allows himself to hope.
Back of the bar, Tommy asks if he can stay with Sam that night, clearly scared and looking for a way out. Sam's mostly sympathetic, and calls bullshit on Tommy's immediate promise to notify his parents about the overnight. "Something's going on with you all. I feel it. I know it. What does Joe Lee want from you?" Tommy's caught for one second between telling and not telling, but knows whatever scum pertains to their parents will come off on him, and working with Sam has gone so well, and he feels so much like a person, that the shame overpowers it all, and he brushes by, promising he'd talk to Sam if there were anything to talk about.
Cooter comes to visit Bill in his room so they can do some more homoerotic pissing contests with each other, which is Cooter's favorite thing besides drugs. Closing the silver doors behind himself, he gleefully informs Bill that Russell has firmly placed him on the Royal Shit List, and Bill calls Cooter the King's "dirty little lapdog," and Cooter gets angry but also that weird violent kind of biker horny he gets, and says also that -- "and this is sexy good news, Bill!" -- Sookie, styled "Your Bon Temps piece of country ass" and "Your little blond ho," is fucking a werewolf, and in fact doing this right here in Jackson. "Suck that dick!" he crows, but Bill in not interested in sucking that or any other dick, because you just said Sookie's name, and you know how those two get. There is fighting, fighting, fighting, for which Cooter was apparently unprepared, and moments later, a guard comes to check on them -- Cooter lying in the middle of a hurricane, bleeding on the bed -- and before you know it the guard's got a faceful of imported sterling silver door and Bill is once more on the loose.