Hoyt chirpily agrees that heck yeah-and-aw-shucks he does want to marry Jess (the girl he just re-met yesterday). Then Bill awkwardly asks Hoyt if he has plans to ask Jessica to marry him and Jessica murders Bill. Bill hugs her and tells her that was just what he needed to hear. She reminds Bill that she doesn’t want him to die or anything, but promises that she will survive. Easy peasy.īack at the Compton homestead, Jessica brings Hoyt home to re-meet Bill. Then they quickly dispatch with the Yakuza, blow Gus to smithereens in a fireball and wipe out the hit squad sent to Sookie’s house. They force feed Sarah some of Pam’s blood, unchain her and set her free, knowing that Pam will be able to find her anywhere in the world with the magical vampire locator device that is their blood. Pam is very much down with the plan (which they could have come up with three episodes ago). He’s going to kill Gus, steal the cure, market New Blood and make no apologies. Figuratively - not just in the literal vampiric way. She asks him to leave, but he convinces her to think about it and at this point, everyone is probably hoping that she does kill him, but just because he sucks. Always one to make a bad situation worse, Bill asks her to use her fairy powers to zap him into the True Death, because it’s what’s best for her. Bill loves her too much to live and she loves him too much to make her own choices with her own mind about her own life, because being a girl is hard and a man has to do all the hard thinking for her. Sookie asks the obvious question: “Why don’t you just dump me, you big dummy?” But he can’t quit her, so he must die for her own good.
He tells her that she deserves everything, which in Bill’s Civil War-era-meets-1950s brain means having babies and grandbabies and then dying. Here’s what happened on the final episode of True Blood:īill shows up on Sookie’s door step to remind her that he knows what’s best for her. It’s time to let True Blood reach the True Death it’s earned. The end was a long time coming, but that doesn’t mean it’s not sad to think that Sunday nights no longer have make it possible to watch Jason Stackhouse-Eric Northamn sex scenes (except in fantasies, of course), listen to one of Lafayette’s snappy comebacks, or see Russell Edgington rip out the spinal cord of a news reporter just because he can. Seven seasons is a long time for a soapy show about vampires, shapeshifters, fairies and werewolves that dabbles in racy sex scenes a show that delivers truly gruesome gore a show that has no qualms about killing off main characters and appears intent on skipping off into the sunset with ears plugged singing La-La-La-La-La-We-Can’t-Hear-You while fans shake their heads in confusion.
While we’ve all known that True Blood was ending this season, it seems like it’s both a long time coming and really sudden, but that duality makes perfect sense for a show that frequently (and increasingly) makes none at all. The final episode of the final season of True Blood.
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