[the Sam Merlotte addressing the camera from his desk is worn thin, circles under his eyes and stress at the tight line of his mouth. Not the best face for a video, but unfortunately necessary.

In his defense, he spent the better part of this weekend in jail.]

I don't know what happened. That's the first thing I'd like an answer on, if someone's got one. Magic bullshit is the best answer I've heard, and that's not enough. I also know someone wearin' my face and name went and dragged my reputation through the mud and worse, since he was kind enough to leave me a week's worth of fucked up memories and his goddamn mess to clean.

[Sam takes in a long breath through his nose and lets it out again - trying to keep calm. The whiskey glass he's holding out of sight has been helping.]

I almost lost my job 'cause of this. A lot worse did happen. And I was left holdin' the bag for that. I'd like to know why.

...But I also need to apologize to people who had to deal with it. Me. ...Him. However the fuck I should be talkin' 'bout this. So, I'm sorry. I'm sorry to a lot of people, some I never even met before. None of y'all should've had to put up with that. And if anyone needs me to keep away from 'em from now on I understand. Just -

[Sam licks his lips, then shakes his head]

- I'm sorry. That wasn't me. But I'm sorry.