The Vampire Diaries (2009–2017): Season 3, Episode 16 - 1912 - full transcript

Previously on
"The Vampire Diaries"...

The only thing stronger
than your craving for blood

is your love for this girl.

How long since
you had human blood?

Since the night I threatened
to drive Elena off the Wickery Bridge.

Look at the images
on the wall behind Elena.

The white oak tree, 300 years after
we fled back to the old world.

That tree could kill us.

Brian Walters, the
medical examiner.

- He's not a vampire.
- This was murder.

Why don't you just ask Ric...



if his dirty little doctor
had access to the weapons?

You think I killed my ex-boyfriend?

Dad?

You weren't supposed to see that.

Will you get home all right?
I can send for a police vehicle.

A little winter chill never hurt anyone,
Sheriff Forbes.

I am less concerned
about the cold, more for your safety.

One councilman's murder
doesn't make an epidemic, Gerald.

- Good night.
- Good night.

The mystery
is not gonna get solved any faster...

with you yelling at me, Carol.

We have two council murders
and an attempted murder on our hands.

If you have a suspect,
it is your duty to keep me in the loop.

It's my duty to make sure I don't accuse
an innocent person of being a killer.



Just tell me who it is, Liz.

I didn't do it.

You're arresting him for
what this nutjob Dr. Fell says?

No, I'm detaining him.
The cell is for his own good.

You were shot.
Dr. Fell used vampire blood to heal you.

- Dr. Fell shot me.
- Because you came at her with a knife.

Yeah, with a knife I had found
hidden in her things.

Are we gonna ignore
that he's one of the victims?

He was practically
stabbed to death.

Dr. Fell suggested his wounds
could have been self-inflicted.

My god, you think
I stabbed myself?

Look, I think I don't
know what to think.

I've got nothing except murder weapons
from your stash...

and a respected member of a
founding family pointing a long finger.

She is setting me up.
I'm being framed.

Well, that may be so.

- But I don't have any proof.
- We'll find some.

No, just stay out of this, Damon.

You getting involved
is only make matters worse.

- Listen, Liz...
- Don't make me...

put you in that cell with him.

- What are we running, a marathon?
- If you can't keep up...

Elena, you can't outrun your problems,
although it looks like you're gonna try.

I talked to Bonnie.

- What did she say?
- They're at her mom's house.

Abby's gonna complete the transition.

- She decided to become a vampire?
- Yeah.

Caroline's gonna help her through it,
teach her control and stuff.

Did Bonnie say...?

Is there anything I can do?

She knows it's not your fault, Elena.
She's just upset.

Damon turned her mom into a vampire
to save my life.

It's absolutely my fault.

You're gonna make me run more,
aren't you?

- Who is it?
- Sheriff Forbes, is everything okay?

He what?

- Were you just with...?
- Ric's fine.

Sheriff wants me to stay out of it.

But you're not going to, are you?

Seems just as good a plan as any.

Your friend's in jail for murder.
Do something.

Well, I guess I could rip out
Dr. False Accusation's throat...

or maybe her tongue.

I could chew it up in little tiny pieces
and feed it to the squirrels.

Stop it, Damon.

Guess me staying out of it suddenly
sounds like a good idea, doesn't it?

I saved your life last night.
You're welcome.

You know, you could show
a little compassion about Bonnie.

Ah, I know. You're right.

Her and her mom
must be really hurting right now.

Should I send lasagna?

- Okay, now you're just being mean.
- I'm mean, you hate me.

The Earth is back on its axis.

You know, if you keep pushing
people away, you're gonna end up alone.

Dear diary...

a chipmunk asked me
my name today.

I told him it was Joe.

- That lie will haunt me forever.
- What do you want?

I was hoping we could hang.
A little brother-bonding.

I mean,
I know we don't actually "hang out."

We team up, we join forces,
activate our Wonder Twin powers...

- What are you doing?
- Digging up clues.

Most of the Originals are gone,
but now we have a whodunit in town.

Remember when we came back...

- for Zachariah's funeral?
- Vaguely.

If memory serves, he wasn't the first
Founder's Council member...

- killed that year, or even that month.
- Your point being?

- I'm trying to remember what year it was.
- 1912.

So much for "vaguely."

1912. Or as I like to call it...

the last time Mystic Falls
had a serial killer on its hands.

It feels strange to
be home again after so long away.

I thought I would never return.

Certainly not for a funeral.

I'm sorry for your loss, Mr. Salvatore.

I'm told you're a distant cousin
of Zachariah?

- His nephew, actually, Miss...?
- Lockwood.

Marianna Lockwood.

And this is my friend,
Samantha Gilbert.

- As in Johnathan Gilbert?
- My late grandfather.

- Did you know him?
- Crossed paths.

I'm sorry, I don't mean to be,
ahem, inappropriate...

but no one seems to be willing to
discuss the details of Zachariah's death.

He was murdered.
And he wasn't the first.

- Samantha, don't be a gossip.
- Why not? He should know.

He's a founding family like us.

Be careful, Mr. Salvatore.

It's not a good time to be a Founder
in this town.

Have you been eating
the relatives again?

Damon.

It's been a long time, brother.

It's been almost 50 years.

I'm surprised you came.

And miss the funeral of...?

What do you call him,
Uncle Zachariah?

- I see you're still mad at me.
- Why would I be mad at you, Stefan?

You made me a vampire.

Now I walk the world alone
drinking other people's blood.

Any chance you took it all out
on our nephew Zachariah?

If I'm not mistaken, you're the one
who killed our family members.

- May our father rest in peace.
- I'm not like that anymore.

Congratulations, Stefan.

If you'll excuse me...

I'd like to live out my eternal existence
as far away from you as possible.

Damon, wait.

Let's grab a drink. Catch up.

I've missed you, brother.

Sure. Why not?

What do you say, brother?
You wanna go get drunk?

Ah.

I get it, I get it.

You're bored.
Your best friend's in jail.

And you don't have anything better
to do with yourself.

Well, there is that. And I was hoping
you could help me solve a murder.

Thank you for meeting with me, mayor.

I figured as head of
the Preservation Society...

you'd be a good person
to ask about the oldest trees.

Lockwood women
used to keep those records.

Back before any of them
had actual jobs.

I've been to the Founders' archive.

But I can't seem to find any record
of the tree I'm looking for.

It probably got cut down.

Big old trees built half this town
in the 1900s.

Ooh, she-devil, 9:00.

Do you know who kept
the milling ledgers during that period?

Back then, all the logging mills
were owned by the Salvatores.

So, what does a medical examiner,
Bill Forbes...

and Alaric Saltzman
have in common?

Come on, knock it off.

Hmm.

You know, quitting blood cold-turkey
after a ripper binge...

probably not the best approach.

Every time you play that game,
you leave a trail of bodies.

So I'm thinking now is a good time
to pay our old friend moderation a visit.

They were all
on the Founder's Council, Damon.

- That's what they have in common.
- But why them, huh?

Brian Walters and Alaric
weren't from founding families.

I mean, hey, if you gotta slaughter
council members, go A-list.

At least in 1912,
they killed a Salvatore.

Which Salvatore would that be?

You'll have to agree, sheriff,
there's no motive here.

Look, both the medical examiner
and my ex-husband...

got into altercations with Meredith Fell
before their deaths.

She said you were a witness
to her fight with Brian Walters.

So are you saying
I was defending her honor?

- I barely knew her.
- She said she also told you...

Bill threatened to report her
for giving him vampire blood.

- No, she didn't.
- A 2 a.m. call on the night he was killed?

I pulled your records.
You spoke with her for over an hour.

Okay, I, uh...

Yes, I... I remember calling her, but I...

I was drinking
and I don't remember the conversation.

Do you have an alibi for the night
Walters was killed?

I was there the night of the bridge
fundraiser until midnight. You saw me.

Time of death was between
1 and 3 a.m.

Well, then, uh...

I must have been home, sleeping,
I'm sure of it.

I'm sure of it.

So, Zachariah Salvatore
was your nephew?

Our father knocked up one of the maids
during the Civil War. She had a son.

But as far as everyone else knew,
Stefan and I were dead.

The family name had to go somewhere.

And, uh, your family owned
the logging mills back then?

You're full of a lot of questions.

Just researching the town history.
I grew up here, after all.

You know, you don't have to disguise
your true motives, bonny Beks.

If you want more sex, just ask for it.

- Not enough liquor in the world.
- Oh, come on.

It was too good
for you to be this hostile.

You'll have to excuse my little brother.

He's jonesing for some O-positive.

- I'm not jonesing.
- So did they ever catch the killer?

No. Wrote it all off on the vampires.

- Maybe it was a vampire.
- Yeah.

Yeah, maybe it was a vampire, Damon.

Don't think for a second
you didn't cross my mind too, brother.

But these murders weren't your style,
were they?

Plus there were no other vampires
circulating then.

Well, there was one other vampire.

Remember Sage?

Oh, right.

Sage.

Speaking of great sex, whew...

- Maybe you've had enough.
- Ladies, gentlemen.

Hit a man when he's down.

Sell your horse, come one and all...

Ah.

To see the San Francisco
World's Fair middleweight champ...

Gentlemen, for an evening...

Who's next?

One hundred dollars to any man
who can beat me.

I can teach you to survive
without human blood, you know.

You do not get to lecture me
on how to live my life.

Not anymore.

- What's your name?
- Not interested.

Well, Mr. Not-Interested,
you seem to me like a gambling man.

Afraid you have me all wrong.

Well, that's too bad.

I knew a Sage once.
Trashy little thing.

You think it was Sage
killing all those Founders back then?

Town questioned every grown man
in Mystic Falls.

It probably never occurred to them
that a woman could have done it.

I'm due in surgery.

Whatever case you're gonna make
against Alaric, make it quick.

I don't have to. He didn't do anything.

How do you know?
You live with him, he takes care of you.

But do you really know
anything about him?

- Heh, I know enough.
- Let me tell you what I know.

He was arrested for fighting four times
before the age of 21.

When he was at Duke,
his future wife Isobel...

filed a restraining order
against him twice.

Although then she married him,
so I guess that says more about her.

- Okay, you're making all of this up.
- Am I?

How would you know?

You took pity on a borderline-alcoholic
vampire hunter...

and you never even thought
to look any deeper.

How could you do this to him?

He didn't kill anyone and you know it.

You date vampires, Elena.

It shouldn't come as a shock to learn
that your guardian is a murderer.

So, uh, tell me more
about your old relatives.

I heard they tore down
half the woods to build this town.

Easy there, lushy-pants.

It's been a hoot and a half, but
it's boys' night and you weren't invited.

Wow, nice job.

I'll add breaking and entering
to the list of life favors you owe me.

I don't know how much longer
she's gonna be in surgery...

so let's see what we can find.

Don't you think the police already
combed through this place?

- She handed over everything she had.
- Yeah.

I'm looking for the evidence
that she didn't hand over.

You're sure it's her
we should be investigating?

I know him, Matt. He's innocent.

And I know that Meredith is a Fell.

A founding family, which means...

Skeletons in the closet.
Just like a true Founder.

"Brian Walters, Bill Forbes."

"Alaric Saltzman."

So let's just say Sage
was killing everyone in 1912.

Who the hell is doing it now?

It's not that psycho, Dr. Fell.
She's a woman.

There's no way she could stab
three grown men.

That's a bit sexist.
A woman could easily kill a man.

- With the right motivation.
- You just, uh, don't give up, do you?

- Why are you so grumpy?
- He's on a master cleanse.

Trying to be a better man and all.

You know, you were a lot more fun
in the '20s.

Don't rile him up. He's testy
when he's being self-righteous.

I'm not being self-righteous, Damon.

I'm not interested in slaughtering
innocent human beings.

Oh, okay. Fair enough.

My mistake.

You used to be self-righteous.

“Dear diary, Damon has lost his way.

Though I have pulled my own life
together, he continues to waste his."

Ouch.

"His bitterness consumes him.
He is nothing but blackness and bile."

- Ooh, judgey.
- Oh, this is fun.

If I'm being honest,
you didn't seem like much fun either.

I wasn't. The woman I was in love with
was stuck in a tomb...

and she wasn't getting out
for a hundred years.

I wasn't having any fun at all.

How sad.

You're doing it all wrong.

Bad vampire.

I was hungry. Now I am not hungry.

My quality of form
is purely subjective.

A woman isn't just for food.
She's for pleasure.

I do not need a woman for pleasure.
I am spoken for.

We are all spoken for in some way.

But what is being a vampire
if not relishing in the pleasure of it?

Come along. Let me show you.

Hit him! Hit him!

Look at the women.
They're beautiful, aren't they?

Not them.
They're too hungry for attention.

You want the ones who button
themselves up. Watch them.

They can't tear their eyes away.

Those are the women
who secretly crave seduction.

They'll put up a good fight,
but the game is in winning them over.

- Making them beg for it.
- What if they don't?

You're a vampire. You take it.

Her.

That sounds like Sage, all right.

How did you know her?

She was obsessed with my brother Finn
over 900 years ago.

What? Creepy suicidal guy?

- You're doing it again.
- All right, ahem.

You know what? I need to, uh...

- I gotta get out of here.
- Sure.

First, admit you're jonesing.

- Damon, I'm not...
- Admit it.

Fine, I'm freaking out.
I'm ready to eat the entire wait staff.

- Why do you need to hear me say it?
- Because I'm feeling self-righteous too.

She's got everything on him.
Medical records, old court documents.

What's this?

It's an old Gilbert journal.

Why is one of your old family journals
in her closet?

Didn't you say the medical examiner's
time of death...

- was between 1 and 3 a.m.?
- Yeah, why?

Because the county coroner's office
says that's wrong.

Oh, my God.

I think...

- What were you thinking?
- I know we had no right.

No right? You broke the law.

But we found something
that clears Alaric.

It gives him an alibi
in Brian Walters' murder.

- You mean this?
- What is that?

A letter from the coroner's office
correcting the error...

in the time of death of Brian Walters.
Meredith Fell received it today.

She brought it to me hours ago, full of
apologies for accusing an innocent man.

- Why'd she hide a copy in her closet?
- I can't ask those questions, Matt...

because you broke into her home
to find it.

Do you know how much
I'm already protecting both of you?

- I'm sorry.
- Just...

get out of my office and go home,
please.

Alaric will be released
as soon as the letter is authenticated.

Go.

So he doesn't want to drink
human blood?

Ah, he has an eternally
guilty conscience.

Funny, when I knew him in the
'20s, he didn't have any conscience at all.

It's one of the things
I liked most about him.

He can't possibly think...

- he can survive without feeding.
- On the contrary.

He's determined to live
pursuing one extreme or the other.

He's a stubborn one, my brother.

Ah, I think I'm gonna need some help
with this one.

What can I do?

- Hello.
- Hi.

This may seem very forward
but you're just so pretty.

- Thank you.
- And please don't scream.

You're about to have a very,
very bad night.

- Stop! Stop.
- Unh.

Sorry, brother.

It's dinnertime. Have a bite.

- What are you doing?
- Tough love, Stefan.

You're not gonna survive
this cold-turkey thing.

It's time to get that monkey
off your back.

- No.
- Feed.

Or I'll let Rebekah have her way with her.
You know she'll kill her.

- Oh, I will.
- Then her blood will be on your hands.

Or you can just have a little drink
and save her life. Come on, Stefan.

You were the one who said you didn't
want more innocent lives slaughtered.

Save her. Go on, have a bite.
I snatched, you eat, I'll erase.

Hell, I'll even heal her for you
when it's over.

Ugh! Why do this?
You know what blood does to me.

Because you let it control you.
You always have.

I'm just here to help you
learn to fight it.

This is rubbish.

That's it, Stefan.

I got it from here. Go ahead.

- The night's just getting started.
- Scram. No one likes a lurker.

- You're a real ass, you know?
- So I'm told.

All right, that's enough.
Come on, you're gonna bleed her dry.

You're gonna drain her down.
Come on.

I said that's enough.

Hey, you wanna fight hunger
or you wanna fight me?

I got you.

That's a good girl.

What are you doing?

Stefan?

Elena.

- What are you two doing?
- Relax, Elena.

Just a little experiment.

No need to make this
more dramatic than it needs to be.

Elena, let's just go.

Elena.

So...

That's gonna take a little time.

Stefan, wait. Hey, Stefan, wait.

Just say it.

I just don't get it,
your thing with them.

I know it doesn't make sense.

But at the beginning...

after my parents died...

there was something about being
with Stefan that just felt safe.

Safe? Elena, he's a vampire.

I know, believe me. Just saying it
out loud, it sounds crazy, but...

it's like I knew
that he would never stop loving me.

Like he would never...

What?

Die.

Like he would never die.

Like your parents did.

And Damon?

Damon just sort of snuck up on me.

He got under my skin,
and no matter what I do, I just...

I can't shake him.

Once you fall in love with someone,
I don't know if...

I don't know if
you can ever shake them.

I'm sorry, is...? Is this weird?

Talking about them with you?

No.

Not really.

I got you something.

- The journal?
- It's your family's. You should have it.

Meredith and that idiot deputy
were too busy questioning you...

to give a damn about me.

Sometimes it pays to be the only
normal one in a town of vampires.

You're practically invisible.

- Are you okay?
- Yeah, yeah, I'm all right.

They let Ric go.

Sheriff Forbes said she's out of suspects
again, but Ric is in the clear.

I know it may not seem like it,
but you did really well tonight.

I mean, before you know it,
you're gonna be the king of moderation.

- Elena will understand.
- Doesn't really matter what Elena thinks.

Uh-uh. None of that.

No more No-Humanity Stefan.

There's a road called Recovery,
and we are on it.

Why do you even care, huh?

The whole brother-bonding thing,
getting Elena to hate you.

Feel guilty because you kissed her?
Is that it?

Because you can stop. Go back
to hating me. It was a lot easier.

Can you for one minute actually believe
that I'm trying to help you?

I don't need your help.

You don't need my...?

Are you kidding me? Do you remember
what happened last time you said that?

- What are you talking about?
- 1912, Stefan.

The last time I convinced you
to drink human blood.

Go ahead, Stefan. Pick one.

- They're people, Damon.
- Yes, they are people, Stefan.

People with blood
pumping through their veins...

waiting to be opened up
and sucked dry.

You've just forgotten
how good it feels.

So had I, but Sage, she reminded me.

It's worth it. It's all worth it.

Not him, Stefan. Not him.

Her. She's the one.

- I don't do that anymore.
- But you can, Stefan. We can.

Let the past be the past.

Have a drink with me, brother.

I knew you still had it in you.

Don't be greedy.

Stefan. Stefan!

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

I'm sorry.

Stefan, stop. Stefan, stop.

- I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.
- Stefan, stop.

- What did you do to me?
- Shh!

- Stefan...
- What did you do to me?

You just need to learn when to stop.

- I can help you.
- I don't need your help.

The Founder's Council killer
had nothing on you.

By decade's end, they were calling you
the Ripper of Monterey.

I let you walk away.

I watched you go over the edge
and I didn't do anything to stop you.

You couldn't have.

Sure, I could.

But I just didn't want to.

But I want to now.

Whenever you go too far,
I will be there to pull you back.

Every second.

Every day until you don't need me.

Why?

Because right now...

you're all I've got.

Hey, I was gonna make some coffee.

I'm good. Gonna head to bed in a few.

Hey, listen, Elena, the, uh...

The sheriff told me about
everything you did today...

and while I appreciate it...

I don't want you getting in trouble
because of me, okay?

If not for you, for who?

Well, still, I'm the one
who's supposed to look after you...

even if I suck at it.

Okay, well, how about we just agree
to take care of each other, then?

Deal.

What are you reading there?

Old family journal.

- Any juicy family secrets?
- It's hard to tell.

I mean, at first I thought
it was Johnathan Gilbert's journal...

but it ended up
being his granddaughter's...

who apparently
went just as crazy as he did.

So great genes, huh?

Well, at least you have something
to look forward to.

- Good night, Ric.
- Good night.

So I, uh, dug into the old family archives
from the early 1900s.

So now you want to be helpful?

Want me to go back
to being mad at you?

- What did you find?
- Well, nothing from 1912.

They never did arrest anyone
for the Founders' murders.

But they did get a confession
10 years later.

They did? Who?

Johnathan Gilbert's granddaughter,
Samantha.

They assumed she was crazy,
locked her up in an insane asylum.

- Then what?
- Trail ends there.

I mean, she was a Founder. You know
how they like to look out for their own.

Samantha Gilbert. That is very weird.

Why?

Because I'm pretty sure
I had already killed her.

- I know what this looks like.
- Yeah? Well, I sure as hell don't.

You shoot me, have me thrown in jail,
and then have me freed?

I did it for you, Ric. I forged
the coroner's note to clear your name.

Oh, you know what? People are right.
You are psycho.

You've been cleared.
They'll look somewhere else.

They won't look your way again.

Please, you have no reason,
but I need you to trust me anyway.

If you let me in, I can explain.

I don't feel like myself.

I am losing time...

as though I am going mad.

So you think Samantha Gilbert
is still alive...

running around Mystic Falls,
killing Founders?

It's not possible. If she became
a vampire, we'd know about it, right?

Well, then she must have had a ring
that brought her back to life.

I mean, she was a Gilbert. Those rings
were passed on through generations.

Yeah, but even if she had a ring,
she wouldn't be alive today.

- It doesn't protect her from old age.
- Gilbert only made two of those rings.

Jeremy has one of them
and the other is...

Alaric's.

Like the sheriff said, the victims
were killed with your weapons.

What's with the stake?
He's not a vampire.

- I know. This was a murder.
- Oh, my God. Dad!

Someone drove this through his heart.

- It's one of ours. But I was attacked.
- With your own knife.

- Could have been self-inflicted.
- It's impossible.

- I would know if I were killing people.
- Would you?

Have you had any blackouts?
Instances of lost time?

- You're insane.
- No, but I think you might be.

You wear a ring
that lets you cheat death, Ric.

How many times can you die
before it changes you?

I think you're sick,
and I want to help you.

This has happened before,
almost a hundred years ago.

Elena.

Ric, I think she's right.