The Vampire Diaries (2009–2017): Season 6, Episode 14 - Stay - full transcript

I know what you've
been going through.

Go to art school.

Find the life that you want
and don't look back.

Meet the real
Sarah Salvatore.

Stefan set me up to die, which
resulted in days of torture.

That's when I started
plotting my revenge.

I'm going to make her do things
she'd never dream of doing

until she begs me
to make her a vampire.

I don't know
if you remember this,

but Liz and I are pretty close.

I need you to
promise me something.



When I'm gone, Caroline
is gonna need you

to help her move on
with her life.

Promise me that you
will do that, Stefan.

I promise.

Hey, Tony, I'm headed
home for the night.

Could you do me a favor

and check up
on the Lockwood place?

Carol called again,

another 5-Martini
stalker sighting,

oh, and some teenagers
are planning

a bonfire off route 13.

No one's called to complain yet,
but they will.

See you.

Forbes.



I'll be right there.

Hey, what happened?

Accident up at Wickery bridge.

Driver lost control,
careened off into the water.

- Any other casualties?
- Two.

- Survivors?
- One.

We found her up
on the bank unconscious.

She must have crawled out
of the car and passed out.

Elena Gilbert.

Where's her brother?

Who are the casualties?

Miranda and Grayson,
her parents.

Principal Weber,

I know that graduation
isn't for a few months,

but Jeremy just got accepted
into this great art school.

Jeremy Gilbert,
I don't think so,

- not with his academic record.
- What's wrong with it?

- You have a few hours?
- All right.

Let's start with drug use
in his freshman year.

You mean the year
that his parents died?

Ok. So what's the excuse
for the next 3 years

of woeful attendance?

Extracurricular activities,

health and fitness,
that sort of thing.

I mean, did you see
how scrawny he used to be?

No, but I do recall the 4 months
where he faked his own death.

Funny thing about that,
he actually didn't fake it.

We went to this island
off the coast of Canada

in search of this
cure for vampirism,

- and Jeremy...
- Damon!

Is this some sort
of joke to you?

No. Look.

Jeremy has had
a rough time here,

I know, but that's
part of the reason

- why we want him to go.
- Yeah.

Well, I'm sorry, but
I can't let that happen.

So can we try this my way now?

We already compelled him
into art school.

Sorry that I wanted
my little brother

to actually get a degree.

He will.
He just won't earn it.

Ok. Um...

This small-town atmosphere

doesn't nurture
a creative spirit

like Jeremy Gilbert,
and it's of your opinion

that it's high time for him

to get the hell
out of Mystic Falls.

To Matt's phone,
which is clearly

more important than
my last day in town.

I'm here, aren't I?
Where's Tyler?

He broke up with his girlfriend.

- He gets a free pass.
- Look.

I want to take this
shot before Alaric

changes his mind
about letting me drink.

This place is closed
for another hour.

I'm making an exception.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

To you, brother.

I swear, Jeremy, if I get a call

from the drunk tank
in Santa Fe...

You're gonna make
your girlfriend

give me an STD test again?

That cleared up, right?

Ha ha ha!

Why is Enzo still alive,
and why is he calling you?

Nothing you need to worry about.

Hey, it's Jeremy's
going-away party.

Whatever you want,
it can wait a day.

Actually, it can't.

Don't worry. I'm not
sending you back to Duke.

I brought Duke to you.

What the hell does that...

I take it
from your abrupt pause

that you either
had a small stroke

or Sarah walked in.

It's good news either way.

Make her feel welcome,
oh, and don't go

blabbing details
of our little arrangement

around the party.

Your tongue functions
much better inside your mouth.

Matt.
Hey.

What are you doing here?

I got a call from
the manager of this place.

He needed someone to take
pictures for the website,

and he said you mentioned me.

I mean, normally,
the pictures I take

are a little darker,
but normally,

I don't get paid, so thanks.

You're welcome.

- You want to show me around?
- Yeah. Yeah.

Mm-hmm.

Oh!
Look who graduated.

Oh! Ha!

He was ok with it?
Sure.

I mean, practically flunking,
missed 100 days of school,

and you can barely spell
the word "cat," but sure.

He was fine
with you graduating early.

We helped the process along.

Mm-hmm.

I'm gonna get a drink.

- She ok?
- She will be.

We all will.

Somehow, we'll all
find a way to move on

without you, Jeremy.

Oh, hey, just did.
Oh, look under the cap.

I jacked a little
going-away present

from Ric's girlfriend's stash.

Put it away, you idiot.

Tell your sister,
I'll kill you... again.

If you really
think about it,

Jeremy leaving is for the best.

I'm sure everything around him

reminds him of Bonnie,
and Elena's always wanted

to protect him
from vampire drama.

Granted, he is going
to art school,

where the percentage rate
for a well-paying job

is one of the lowest
in the country,

but I really am happy for him.

Do you think you packed enough?

The whole point of this
is for my mom to live out

the rest of her time here
in a relaxed

and peaceful environment

surrounded by the things
that she loves,

like photo albums
and board games.

"The anthology of Shakespeare,"

volumes one through 12.

All the books that she's never
gotten around to reading.

Oh, hey, do you mind just...
Do you mind getting that?

Oh. Yeah.
Sorry.

Um, ok. Um...
Just...

- Sorry.
- Yeah. It's ok.

Got it. Um...
Hmm.

Why is my mom calling you?

Are you going behind
my back for information?

Well, hello, Stefan.
What a lovely voice you have.

Why are you calling him?

You snuck out of the house
this morning

witht so much as a hello.

I may be a retired sheriff,
but I am still a mother.

What are you up to?

If I told you, it would
ruin the surprise.

Master bedroom.

At least tell me if Stefan
is there voluntarily

- or against his will.
- Neither.

He's here because you asked him
to look after me.

Sweetheart, that's not true.

Mom, I heard you talking
to him in hospital.

You asked him to look after me

and make me smile and help me

move on with my life
after you're gone.

I'm sure that's not
the only reason he's there.

Mom, look. It's ok.

Needed an extra set
of hands, anyway.

I will call you in 3 hours
with all the details.

Until then, no cheating.
I love you.

Not to be blunt,
but I think dying

gets you a ticket out of work.

Just saying.

How you feeling?

Like I'm not gonna
leave this job

with unfinished business.

I have all these open cases.

Well, let me see if I can help
you close a couple of them.

Uhh! Yeah.

This one was me.

Me.

Also me.

Ooh, this one was Stefan's.

Oh, wait. No. Me.
Yeah.

I always had a
sneaking suspicion.

What about this one?

Elena's parents.

Didn't know there
was an open investigation.

Well, at the time,
I was taking care

of Elena and Jeremy,
and I didn't want

to drag them through
more heartache.

Then when I was finally ready

to reopen the wound,
Elena had moved on,

and you and I had
become friends,

and I worried that...

What,

that I was involved?

Liz, no.
No, I promise you.

Miranda left me this message

two hours before
they got in that car,

two hours before they
drove off that road

for no reason.

Liz, it's Miranda Gilbert.

I have something urgent
to talk to you about.

Please call me back
as soon as you can.

I'll be damned.

Looks like you got
a good, old-fashioned,

sheriffy whodunit on your hands.

You know I'm
a vampire, right,

a big sister with
nearly perfect senses

who can sneak up on you
without making a sound.

Really sucks for you.
Give it.

Damon gave it to me,
and technically,

it's from Ric's
girlfriend's stash.

Well, Damon is an idiot,

and Alaric conveniently
disappeared.

So I can only yell at you.

Yeah. Ric left.

He was worried someone
might recognize him

when he's supposed to be dead.

Right. That hadn't
occurred to me.

Our lives are so weird.

That's the understatement
of the century.

Give me your lighter.

- What, really?
- Yes.

I just decided that
me smoking a joint

with my little brother
might be the most normal

thing that we've done
together in years.

Look what I found in the...

You know, if you're gonna go

for a spin, I suggest
you get your helmet.

Ha ha! This is the bike
that I learned to ride on.

I just didn't know
my mom kept it.

It used to have
these training wheels

on the back with lights
that would flash

every time you pedaled.

Then one day,
my mom took them off

and said it was time
to be a big girl.

You can imagine the
princess-sized tantrum

that followed.

Oh, they have lights.
I don't blame you.

Yeah. So what's
with all... this.

Oh, the box was loose,
so I figured

I would fix it.

You know that you don't
have to do all this, right?

Well, actually, you
could've had some

serious problems...
Exposed wires,

electrical fires.

No. I mean being here with me.

You know, if you have
someplace else

- you'd rather be...
- I don't.

Right.

You know, this would be
a lot more fun if I had some...

Top right-hand drawer.

Well, look at that.

This is why you are
a terrible sheriff.

No. I'm a terrible sheriff
because one of my best friends

is the perp in half
my open cases.

Not till I finish this.

Ah, suit yourself.

Can I ask you something
about that night?

You saw Elena, and Stefan
pulled her out of the car.

Yeah. Stefan,
always a one-upper.

So you both just
happened to be in town

the night her parents died.

- Why?
- Well, believe it

or not, Liz, I once
had a mommy, too.

She died around that day.

In the years that
my emotions were "on,"

I would stop by
and leave flowers

at her grave.

You never talk about her.

Not much to say.

She died, old-timey disease...

Consumption.

Why do I feel like you're
leaving something out?

Tell you what.

Why don't we use your
investigative instincts

to solve this?

Come here.
Check this out.

All right.

So why were the Gilberts
taking Wickery bridge

when old Miller road
was clearly 10 minutes faster,

and why are there no skid marks
at the scene of the accident,

and why was the trunk
full of luggage

as if they were
going out of town?

Something did happen that night.

Let me have your car.

- No way in hell.
- Oh, come on.

I'm moving to a new town,
starting a new life.

I need a car.

And it has to be mine?

Just compel yourself a new one.

Oh, God, how many cars
you think we've destroyed?

Like, more than the
average family, right?

Mom and dad's station wagon.
That's one.

That SUV on my birthday.

Katherine wrapped my car
around a light post.

That's 3.

They really didn't give
us many fries, did they?

Yeah, they did.
You just ate them all.

Hmm...

Oh, my God, we're so busted.

Dude, just click ignore.

Dude, I am. Ha ha!

Oh... it's official.

I am the world's worst sister.

- Don't be stupid.
- I am.

Mom and dad died,
and what did I do?

I let you be Jenna's problem
because I couldn't deal.

I shut you out.
I shut everybody out.

But I never thought that
made you a bad sister.

If anything, it was nice
to have someone

to go through it with.

When you got better, that's
when I felt the most alone.

That wasn't your fault.
You were healing. I wasn't.

What, Damon?

I'm bonding with my brother.

I want
to run something by you.

Is there any chance you can
get to the sheriff's office?

I'm not so sure it's a good idea

to be around
a sheriff right now.

Ha ha!

Jeremy and I smoked
your going-away present.

- Are you stoned?
- No.

I'm lightly buzzed.

Ahh, ok.

Well, you need so eye drops,
a squirt of perfume,

and half a pizza.

- This is important.
- Ok.

I'll walk over now.

Whew.
Hide the evidence.

See you at home. Uh!

Mm.

What is that
strange smell?

So I hear you're leaving town.

Probably smart, considering
you tried to kill me

and, surprise, I'm still here.

So we can go moodier
with the lighting

if you want or feature

more patrons or menu items.

No. These are great.

I'll just send these
over to my manager.

- Whoa, too far.
- Oh, my God.

Ha ha! Totally forgot
that was on there.

Anyone ever tell you

you're a really good
photographer?

Yeah, but obviously,
I didn't take that one.

Who did? Uh, whoa.
Never mind.

It's none of my business.

This is gonna come
as a shock to you,

but this is not a good time.

Oh, this
will come as a shock to you,

but I don't care.

There's a tunnel along
the river off route 13.

It's dark, private.

I want you to bring our
photographer friend there.

Yeah? What are you
gonna do to her?

Take her hand,
exchange pleasantries,

standard introductory behavior.

If you want to
meet her, come here.

See, that sounded like
you telling me what to do.

Oh, is this the part where you
threaten my mom again?

Because that's brave.

Yeah. You're right.
That was uncalled for.

After all, what has
your mum ever done to me?

Well, except that one night...

I'm hanging up now.

So I went with something local.

It's more noble, right, Jeremy?

Mmph...

Oh, trying to say something?

It's a bit garbled
with all the blood.

Oh, there.
He said, "mmuh..."

What the hell did you do?

Nothing too serious yet.

So care to reconsider
my request?

Hey, so you brought
an entire crate of these.

Any idea where
I should store them?

There's a cellar
under the stairs.

You ok?

Do you realize
that whichever book

my mom reaches for could be

the last thing
that she ever reads?

"Jane Eyre" is 600 pages.

What if she doesn't
finish, or, worse,

what if she gets halfway through

and then realizes
that she hates it?

What if she wastes her
final precious moments

on a terrible book?

I just don't want to
be held responsible

for ruining her last
literary experience.

Caroline,

let me deal with the books.

No. No.
I should do it.

I have probably read
every single one of these.

I'm happy to take
the responsibility.

Heh.

I'm opening this.

- Thought that was for your mom.
- Oh, it was.

Honestly, I don't remember
why we took that route home,

and I had no idea that
there was luggage in the trunk.

What about the lack
of skid marks?

Any reason your dad
would just drive

off the road like he was trying

to avoid something
without braking?

I was texting with Bonnie
when it happened.

Embarrassing, I know.

What about the voicemail?

I wasn't home that night.

You really think
there's something up

with my parents' crash?

I don't know, but given the way

this town works, I
wouldn't be surprised.

Oh, I'm so sorry, Elena.

I know I should've
brought this up sooner,

but in those first few weeks
after your parents died, I...

No. You took care
of Jeremy and I.

I remember.

Poor Jenna was trying
and failing,

but you let us stay
at your place.

You took us to school,
made us dinner.

Wait. You cook?

You really tried.
Ha ha!

Ha ha!
Ha ha!

I'll see if Jeremy
knows anything.

- Thanks.
- Yeah.

- Hey...
- Oh...

- You ok?
- Yep. Yep. I'm good.

Yeah?
I'm fine.

Ok.

Sure. I'll follow a guy
I barely know into a shady tunnel.

Hey, would you rather
take more pictures

of potato skins?

I thought you were into
dark subject matter.

Ha! Graffiti.
How provocative.

This is Mystic Falls.

This is about as
dark as it gets.

Ha ha ha!

About those photos,

my roommate took them
for her art final.

I don't have a boyfriend if
that's what you're wondering.

Heh heh.

All right. We're here.
Where the hell are you?

I'm here.
You don't see me?

No. I can't.

Take a few steps
to your left. Here I am.

Ooh!
Matt!

They're running a little late.

Apparently, my mom
chose today to tackle

an entire career
worth of cold cases.

Hmm, well, they're gonna have
a lot of catching up to do.

So I realize

that it doesn't matter.

What doesn't matter?

Doesn't matter what
book your mom reads

in her final precious moments.

Doesn't matter if it's good

or if it's terrible.

It doesn't matter because life

isn't about your final moments.

It's about the moments
that led up to them.

I know.

I just wanted it
to be perfect, you know?

I just wanted...
Control?

Hey, look.

If anyone can control death...

It's you.

I know that she asked
you to look after me.

- Caroline, that's not what...
- I'm ok with it, really.

I'm glad, actually,
because I don't know

if I would be able to get
through this on my own.

I'm not here because your mom
asked me to look after you.

- Then why are you here?
- Well, because you're my friend,

because I know
what it feels like

to lose a mother,

and because when you told me

you hated me,
that was pretty much

the worst thing I had
heard in a long time.

I think we both know
I never really hated you.

One of us should
probably say something.

Go for it.

- Not that.
- No.

I called 911.

You need to get out of here.

What the hell kind
of a person just barrels

into someone and then
drives off like that?

Are you ok? What happened?
Do you need help?

I was out walking,
and I heard you two.

We're waiting for
the stupid ambulance,

but he seems bad,
like, really bad.

His breathing is...

- I think he punctured a lung.
- Fix it.

What, are you, like,
an EMT or something?

Not exactly, sweetheart.

Oh, my God, we have
to do something.

Look. I can help, but...
What's your name?

- Sarah.
- Sarah? Right.

I need you to remain calm

what you're about
to see is something

you've never seen before.

Just promise me
you'll remain calm.

I promise.
Just help him, please.

Oh, my God.

You staying calm, luv?

How did you just...

Did you just...

There you are.

Oh, my God, what happened?

Enzo's a dick is what happened.

Are you kidding me?
Sit down.

I'm gonna kick his ass.

I don't need my big sister
beating up bullies, thanks.

What'd the sheriff want?

She wanted to talk
about the night

that mom and dad died.

She thinks something
else happened,

like maybe it
wasn't an accident.

Then what was it...
A vampire attack,

a werewolf in the road?

What else could we
possibly go through?

Mom had called her

a couple of hours
before the crash.

She left an urgent message
asking her to call back.

Think. Do you remember anything

out of the ordinary
about that night?

What?

I...

I used to smoke pot in my room.

Mom caught me that night.

She said she was gonna
have me arrested.

So she called the sheriff.

She was pretending
to be all business,

but I could hear Jenna
giggling outside.

It was the last time we spoke,

fighting through a door.

That makes sense.

Yeah. I'll let her know.

So the message was a joke.

Miranda wanted you to bust
Jeremy for smoking pot.

Well, what about
everything else,

I mean, the route,
the skid marks?

What about the luggage?

There was a storm
the day before.

Jeremy's dad was
planning a secret trip

to their lake house, and
the storm rained them out.

- The storm.
- Yeah.

Oh, the storm that
dropped a power line

across old Miller road,
explaining why

they took Wickery bridge,

which had a drainage issue
before its renovation,

meaning the road was
probably still slick.

Slick roads, no skid marks.

The storm, that was the reason.

Mystery solved.

Would you mind calling Caroline

and telling her she can
surprise me tomorrow?

I'm not really feeling up
to it tonight.

Absolutely.

I'll go get the car.

Yeah. Thanks for
letting me know.

Just call me if there's
any other updates, ok?

Bye.

What happened?
Sheriff ok?

Ah, you weren't
supposed to hear that.

Damon said that
she's getting worse.

I can't leave now, no way,

not with the sheriff sick
and Enzo on a rampage.

It's not the right time.

No kidding, because
the right time

was a couple of years ago.

Enzo could have
killed you today,

and the other day, Liv
threw you across a room,

and let's not forget the time
that you actually died.

She's right.

Time to get
the hell out of here.

You deserve a normal life, Jer.

You deserve the life of a kid
whose only baggage is that

he lost his parents.

Come on. Let's get
you to the airport.

Actually, why don't
you let me take him?

You should go be with Liz.

I'll call you when
I get to the airport

and when I land.

Um...

And in a couple days,

expect an SUV-sized
package from me.

Wait. Hang on.
You're giving me your car?

Just don't crash it, ok?

Ok.
Get in there.

Ohh...

Nice pjs situation.
You look hot.

Oh, I do not have the energy

to tell you how deeply
that disturbs me.

You wanted more
today, didn't you,

about the accident?

If there had been
a supernatural reason

they died, it would've
been easier,

would've been a reason.

As it is, it was
just an accident.

It was a stupid accident.

No. You wanted someone to blame.

I did everything right, Damon.

I lived a good life.

I took care of my family.

It just...
I know.

Sometimes really terrible things
happen to really amazing people.

I have to admit, there
is a certain amount

of peace knowing I'll be one

of the only people
in Mystic Falls

to die an ordinary death.

I'm exceptionally ordinary.

I'm ok with that.

Caroline is anything but.

She was meant to be
extraordinary,

and she needs to know
how proud I am of her.

Yeah. She will.

You tell her yourself.
Come on.

Lay down on this bed.
Oh...

Ok.

- Thank you.
- For what?

For today,

for being here.

You know, I didn't get
a chance to spend

much time with my mom
before she died.

I volunteered
to write the eulogy,

and then when she actually died,

I didn't even go to the funeral.

You want a second chance?

- Hmm?
- Write mine...

Only do me a favor...
Nothing dirty.

No promises.

Oh...

I'll take that drink now.

Yeah?

I'll be right back.

Want rocks, or you want neat?

Liz?

Where is she?

Elizabeth Forbes,
what room's she in?

- Caroline.
- Damon.

She fell asleep.
I couldn't wake her up.

They said she slipped
into a come.

They said they
can make her comfortable.

She's not comfortable.
She's dying.

I didn't get to say good-bye.

I didn't get to say
good-bye to my mom.

Tyler, hey, it's Stefan.

You might want to head
back to Mystic Falls.

Caroline's mom
isn't doing too hot.

I'll call you with updates.

What'd the doctors say?

Oh, she's stable, but, you know.

How much longer?

Not long.

The hospital says
she has a DNR, so...

I'm gonna get some air.

I should have been with her.

You didn't know.

But I knew she was sick,
and I knew it was bad.

Caroline...

I'm her daughter, Stefan, ok?

I was supposed to give her peace

and convince her
that I would be ok

and thank her for being
an amazing mom.

God, I don't ever remember

the last thing
that I said to her.

I was supposed to be with her
in her final moment.

You still can.

Oh! Oh, yeah.
Airport looks packed.

Yeah. Long-ass
security line, too.

Oh...

I don't want you
to miss your flight.

I know you have
orientation tomorrow.

Look. This probably
goes without saying,

but you keep this shut

till you get off the bus.

Just stuff that above your seat.

This is where you're headed.

The bus will take you to a town

about 30 miles
north of Santa Fe.

Now, I can't confirm if these
are actual animal attacks

or something else, but it's
worth looking into...

I'm on it.

And, man, you're probably
gonna have to generate

some art to actually
sell the story

because if Elena finds out
this is one big lie,

she's not gonna just kill you,

but she's gonna kill me, too.

Yeah. Elena will be fine
as long as she thinks

- that I'm safe.
- And happy.

You know, a responsible guardian

would try and stop you...

But?

But, believe it or not,
you're actually an adult now,

and you found your purpose.

So might as well pursue it.

Granted, being a vampire hunter

doesn't lend itself
to a healthy social life.

Yeah. It turns out,
a social life

isn't as much fun
as kicking vampire ass.

Just don't do
anything stupid, ok?

I'll send you leads.
You can follow up on them.

You already went over this.

No one needs to
worry about me, ok?

Ha ha! All right.

It's not like I'm not gonna
have e-mail or anything.

Just shut up.
Let me hug you.

I'm proud of you, Jeremy.

Hey, do me a favor.

If Bonnie ever comes back...

You'll be the first
person I call.

Try to clear your mind.

Ok.

Think about your favorite memory

of your mom.

I don't know.
There's too many.

It's ok. It's ok.
Just relax.

Close your eyes.
Open up your mind.

We're gonna live
in her memories.

We can do that?

Just take her hand.

I want to stop.

If you stop, you'll
never learn, sweetie.

I don't want to learn.

Yes, you do.

I can't do it.

Just pedal.

I'm gonna fall off.

I'm holding you up, sweetheart.

You can't fall.
I'm scared.

I want my other wheels back on.

It's working.

Keep pedaling.
You can do it.

Don't let go, mommy.

I won't, not till you're ready.

Don't let go.
I'm not ready.

Yes, you are.

Mom...

Mom...

She's gone.