The Vampire Diaries (2009–2017): Season 7, Episode 14 - Moonlight on the Bayou - full transcript

STEFAN: Previously on
The Vampire Diaries...
(grunts)

(gate creaks)

What the hell did you do?

I can't protect Mystic Falls
on my own,

so I made some friends
who could help.

Who are these friends?

Alaric's babies are
the future of the coven.

They're inside of you.

CAROLINE:
Oh, my God...

This is Josie,

in honor of
their mother.



This is Elizabeth,

in honor of your mother.

ENZO:
Meet Rayna Cruz.

MARY LOUIE: Once you've been
marked by her sword,

she never stops hunting you.

You don't stand a chance
against her, none of us do!

We'll keep moving,
just like we did before.

No!

Ah...

Stefan...

I'll see you, brother.

I have to keep moving,
if I want to stay ahead of her.

Why did you hand over
that sword, Damon?

I will fix this.



I promise you.

I'm gonna hold you to that.

(phone ringing)

Wish I could be there.

I just wish it didn't
always have to be you.

I love you.

(lively music playing)

All right, girls.

You know what this is?

It's a bar.

And this is the last time
you're gonna be in one of these

until you are 21.

Sorry, we're closed and...

(disgusted sigh)

I don't think so.

We're not staying.

We just got here, and...

then I realized
I didn't actually know

where the person
I'm looking for lived.

Klaus Mikaelson?

Honey, hate to say this,
but you've wasted a trip.

Look... I know
that he comes here.

Okay?
My name's Caroline Forbes.

He'll know me.

I don't care who you are.

Klaus Mikaelson is gone.

Gone?

Gone where?

I mean nobody's seen or heard
from that man in three years.

South Georgia, I think.

I just ditched my car and
passed Grantville off the I-85.

Okay. You're about to come upon
Highway 27. Take it north.

Eventually,
you'll connect with the I-20

and want to take that west.

STEFAN: And where is this
leading me, exactly?

A safe house that's been imbued

with a magical disruption spell.

Even the strongest magic
can't penetrate its walls,

which means Rayna Cruz's sword
cannot track you there.

Did you find 27 yet?

No, I just pulled over
at a Quik-Stop

in the middle of nowhere.

Tell me you're joking.

My cell phone's almost dead.

I need a charger.

Stefan, that's a mistake.
Get back in your car.

Stefan, you can't
stop moving, ever.

Stefan?

Are you there?

Hello?

Hello?

(door bell jangles)

¶ ¶

Hi. I need to buy
a charger for my phone.

Okay, we've got
the brick charger...

the adapter
for your car...

this one's solar power--
pretty neat.

That's fine. How much?

That'll be $22.50.

Hey!
(door bell jangles)

¶ ¶

(tires screeching,
engine revving)

¶ ¶

Valerie said she just lost
cell reception with Stefan.

As if ruining his life wasn't
enough for me to worry about,

now we get to wonder when you
and Valerie exchanged numbers.

You told Stefan
you would find a way

to get him off
the hook with Rayna

and I told Caroline I'd make
sure you didn't screw it up.

So we both have
a lot riding on this.

Good.

You made it.

Where the hell
are we?

This is the Armory,

home to a society

of supernatural artifact
collectors.

We keep them under lock and key

so they don't fall
into the wrong hands.

The Armory...

(clatters)

Never heard of it.

You?
No.

Yeah, that's kind
of the point.

They've taken great care

to keep themselves
out of history as we know it.

And for three easy
payments of $19.99,

we, too, can be members.

How about we just
cut to the part

where they can save my brother?

Where's the cavalry, man?

They're out on their own
supernatural treasure hunt.

But, lucky you, they've
recruited me to nab Rayna Cruz.

Ever since that annoying
Phoenix Stone turned up

in Mystic Falls,
she's been the top priority.

They actually consider
her one of the...

supernatural wonders
of the world.

And why do you care
what they want?

They have something I want.

(beeping, door hissing)

Good morning.

ENZO: When the Armory kidnapped
me four months ago,

it wasn't to torture me.

A woman named Alex
made me an offer.

Who the hell are you?

Someone who needs your help.

And in return can provide you
with information

you desperately want.

(chuckles)

If it's all the same,

I'd rather just be cut loose
and be on my way.

Be my guest.

Just... figured you'd want
to know who your family was,

orphan and all.

How do you know about my family?

Because as obnoxious
as it sounds,

we like to think
we know everything.

(keypad beeps, door hisses)

ENZO: Needless to say, I've
been working for the Armory

ever since.

Look, all that we
need to do is

get Stefan here, and Rayna will
have no choice but to follow.

A rat to the cheese.
We spring the trap,

and the Armory keeps her under
lock and key forever after.

Everyone gets on
with their lives.

(sighs)

What do you say?

I'll have to discuss this
with my counsel.

Okay.

We're in.

WOMAN (over P.A.):
Dr. Norris, dial 118...

Mmm, must be time
for another checkup. (chuckles)

Actually, there's something
I need to talk to you about.

What's going on?

I'm moving to Dallas.

I'm leaving today.

What?

No, Ric, you still need a house

and a nanny

and the right school district.
I don't care.

After I saw their little faces
yesterday, everything changed.

Is this
about that psycho huntress?

Because you can rest assured

she is very far away from here,

pursuing my equally far
away from here boyfriend.

No. It is not
about her.

Okay?

It's about Jo.

And the promise I made to her

to leave town
after we got married.

And we know
how that turned out,

okay? So I'm not making
that mistake twice.

And certainly not
with my kids.

Do you know how hard it is
to travel with one newborn,

let alone two?

Two car seats,

two feeding schedules,

crying in surround sound,

not to mention the
actual driving part.

I know. And stopping
every 90 minutes. I get it.

Which is why I've hired a nurse
to come with me.

A nurse? Who?

Frankie with the heart murmur?

Or Jarica,
the perpetual boyfriend texter?

Jarica.

Come on.

Do you have a better idea?

Me.

I'm the better idea.

Uh, but you just...
got through major surgery.

You just had a C-section.

And I'm all healed up.

That is the one and only perk
of a vampire pregnancy.

(chuckles) I can either
sit here, alone,

freaking out
that my boyfriend is somewhere

in this country trying
to outrun a huntress

who will stop at nothing to
kill him, or I can be useful.

It's up to you.

(chuckles)

(indistinct chatter)

(Charles Bradley's "Changes"
playing)

(groans quietly)

(groans quietly)

(groans quietly)

(grunts)

¶ I feel unhappy ¶

(exhales)

¶ I feel so sad ¶

¶ I'm going ¶

¶ Through changes ¶

¶ I'm going ¶

(sighs)
¶ Through changes ¶

¶ In my life... ¶

(groans quietly)

Welcome to New Orleans,

old friend.

¶ Well, you can trace... ¶

Klaus.

¶ Lines in your face... ¶

As I live and breathe.

Stefan Salvatore

in the Crescent City.

This ought to be very good

or entertainingly bad.
(chuckles)

I'm just in town
for a little R & R.

Hate to disappoint.

(sighs)

So...

how are Elijah and, uh,

whoever else you've brought back
from the dead?

Oh, you know the Mikaelsons.

Never a dull moment.

(phone buzzing)

(phone beeps off)

So, of all the gin joints,
you pick ours--

four walls invulnerable

to the magic
of those pesky locator spells.

Bit of a coincidence, isn't it?

Damon's looking for me,

and I don't want to be found.

I figure you, of all people,
can relate to family drama.

¶ Sugar in my coffee... ¶

Sylvia,

this is an old friend.
Please keep his cup

brimming.
Mmm. Cute old friend.

Where have you been hiding him?

Quaint little place
called Mystic Falls.

Home of the mining fires that
prompted a town-wide evacuation.

It was very noble of you

to stand up for
the human faction as you did,

in such uncharacteristically
sweeping, dramatic fashion.

(chuckles softly)

I did have some help.

How is Caroline?

Sylvia, I think we're gonna
need another round.

¶ Oh, take it easy... ¶

(babies fussing)
What do you mean you don't
know where Rayna is?

She's wherever Stefan is.

MATT:
No one knows where he is either.

He's not taking anyone's calls,
and I can't triangulate

his cell phone
without at least knowing...

What? Sorry, I'm in a literal
bell jar of baby noises.

I think they need to eat.
Are you hungry?

No. Yes, uh, we should stop.

Caroline.

Hello?

I'm here.

What's the plan?

If I can narrow the search,
we have a chance,

but until I know the general
vicinity of either of them,

I have nothing to track.

I may be able to
help you with that.

Let me guess.

Valerie's here to save the day.

Let me call you back.

This is the highway system

between Grantville
and New Orleans.

Stefan's on his
way there now,

and Rayna is no doubt
breathing down his neck.

Tell me you at least
appreciate the irony.

I need your help because there's
no sheriff's department left.

The reason there's
no sheriff's department

is because you killed
all the sheriffs.

Then, yes, I do
appreciate the irony.

Just as I hope
you appreciate

that I helped Caroline
deliver her babies

and that I am here because I am
desperate to keep Stefan alive.

I suppose if she stole
a car or something,

I could get a bead on her.

Thank you.

(door bell jingles)

I thought you hated
rubbish food.

I do.

Maybe it'll
kill me.

Beau, Lily, Oscar, Malcolm--

our family couldn't
survive in this new world.

And now, once again,
the two of us have to worry

about a psychotic huntress,

who will kill any
vampire in her sight.

Maybe this will be a quick
sodium-laden means to my end.

Is this really who I'm stuck
traveling cross-country with?

We are running for our lives.

What could I possibly have
to be happy about?

Us, Mary Lou.

Starting over. Together.

Away from all this.

New horizons,
new everything.

Here.

Am I supposed to know
what that is?

It's a ring, made from candy.

It's not even a diamond.

But what it is,
is good enough.

We're all we have left.

Let's see what else is
out there together.

I suppose there's no one

I'd rather explore
this dreadful world with.

(gun fires)

(gun fires)

Poor thing.

So desperate to embrace
the modern world,

but so unable to grasp the
concept of cell phone tracking.

Bag 'em up and let's go home.

Where's Stefan?

Safe. Though I suppose
that could mean anywhere

outside of your vicinity.

You know he has
a girlfriend, right?

Blonde, sweet, cute as a button.

You're not actually her.

I'm hanging up now.

You don't want to do that.

I have a way to take down Rayna,

but it requires him
to come to me.

Well, that might take a while.

He's in New Orleans.
DAMON: Doubtful.

We only go to New Orleans for
crappy booze and Klaus blood.

There's a bar there.

The St. James Infirmary.

It's considered a safe house
for supernatural travelers.

Oscar came upon it when he was
looking for the Phoenix Stone.

Fine. Just tell him to pack it
up, huff it back to Virginia

to a pile of bricks
called the Armory.

Did you just say the Armory?
DAMON: Yes, I did.

As a matter of fact, I've said
that word more times today

than I have in my entire life.
VALERIE: Get out
of there, Damon.

Now.
DAMON: Why?

The Armory is
a black hole of lies.

They once tricked us
into using Beau as bait

in exactly the same fashion
they'll use Stefan.

And they were more than happy
to let Rayna bury her sword in

his heart as long as they could
put her in one of their cages.

I promise you, they will
do the same to Stefan.

Well, I don't have another
option at the moment, Valerie.

Yeah, well, whose fault is that?

Look, the best way
you can help Stefan

is to keep your mouth shut
and stop making things worse.

(phone beeps off)

(heavy sigh)

So this faceless
so-called Armory

claims to know
where you come from?

I find Rayna Cruz,
they fill in the blanks.

And if you have to lie
or hurt your friends

or screw anyone over
in the process,

so be it, right?

I was sent to a workhouse
at the age of four,

with a concept
of family so limited

that I actually
convinced myself

that an Italian line cook
was my father.

By 14, I was out
in the streets.

By 27, I was dead.

That is it, that is the sum
total of my life as a human.

I know how to comfort myself,
live off scraps,

and catch disease.

The rest-- you know, love,
relationships, family--

these are things
I know nothing about.

This is what the Armory
can provide me.

So will I do whatever
it takes for answers?

In a heartbeat.
(footsteps approaching)

Flag on the play.

Like an idiot, Stefan
didn't renew the minutes

on his cell phone.

We'll call you
when we connect.

Come on, Bon.
I want to beat traffic.

You know where he is.

Yeah, I do, Enzo.

I also know that you allowed me
to believe Elena was dead

so I'd help you kill Rayna,

who's already
escaped your custody once.

Then you tricked me
into saving your ass,

which resulted in Rayna
getting this stupid sword,

and now I have Stefan's
1863 siphon crush

telling me that you all
are shady people.

So Bon-Bon here
and I are gonna

go cook up a Plan B.

But thanks anyway...

(gunshots)

What are you doing?

(thud, then
high-pitched tone)

(monitor beeping steadily)

Oh...

Oh...

(grunts quietly)

Lockwood?

(beeping, door hissing)

Found him where you left him,
in a pool of his own blood.

Poor bloke's
been in a coma ever since.

Why the hell is he here?

He's an associate
of ours, actually.

We take care of our own.

That's why you have Elena.

Cookie for you.

No, it turns out Tyler

made contact with the Armory
during his hunter sojourns.

So when Matt Donovan
needed help

with the vampire problem
in Mystic Falls,

he called Tyler, who
then called the Armory,

thinking they'd
put me away for good.

Little did he know...

they wanted me
to work for them instead.

So here we all are.

In a cell.

That's how you
take care of people?

Oh, don't worry about Tyler.

We're simply
keeping him alive until

his werewolf transformation
stirs him awake

and heals him up.

Shouldn't be long now.

I'm sorry... what?

(beeping, door hissing)

Oh, did I forget to mention
that tonight's a full moon?

Well, look, you're welcome
to watch the show with me,

on this side
of the glass,

just give me Stefan's location.

Thanks...

but you know I'm a sucker
for the front row.

Suit yourself.

We'll see how long that lasts.

ENZO:
Damon put Tyler in a coma.

Bit of a hallucination mix-up

that resulted in Damon
introducing Tyler's skull

to the pavement several times.

If the Armory hadn't found him,
he'd be a vegetable.

Or dead.

Ice?

You knock me out,
then offer me ice--

what's wrong with you?

Where's Damon?

I locked him in a room
with Tyler, on a full moon.

Yes, you heard
that right.

Your bestie. Your sidekick.

Your humanity project.

The man who spins your moral
compass in a tizzy.

If he doesn't give
over Stefan's location

by the wolfing hour,

he's a dead man.

Phesmatos ossox.

Oh...

What did you do to me?

Why won't my magic work?

I injected you with
one of the Armory's toys.

You're in magical time out.

Feel free to dispense
with the menacing posture.

(monitor beeping steadily)

(metal groaning)

(thud echoing)

(grunts)

Damon?

(whispering):
Hope I didn't wake you.

Oh, what the hell is going on?

Good news, tween wolf.

You're about to get
your sweet revenge on me.

What kind of a diner
runs out of ketchup?

Shh! I just got them
to stop crying.

Wow!

Ooh, good.

Now we can talk about nannies.

(both laugh)

Okay,

obviously I thought
we'd have more time,

so none of them are perfect,

but I rated them out of 100,
based on their age,

GPA and experience.

You know, I figured
you'd want someone intelligent

but not overly ambitious.

(babies start crying)

No, no, no, no, no.

Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

Okay, look, I-I'm gonna
take Elizabeth

for a little walk.
Do you mind watching Josie?

Shh. Sorry.

(crying continues)

Ooh, why are you crying?
(chuckles)

You have a fresh diaper
and a full belly.

And you have no idea
how bad things can actually get.

TYLER: Those aren't
gonna stop me, Damon.

The second I turn,
you're as good as dead.

You don't think I know that,
Copernicus?

Once bitten, twice shy.

It's taking me every ounce

of willpower I have not to send
you to doggie heaven right now.

But you're not.

Why?

Because up until yesterday,
I thought Elena was dead.

Turns out, she's not.

And if she were?

Then what?

You'd kill me because

you have no one else to be
accountable to?

(groans)

That should knock your ass
out till the sun comes up.

(sighs)

(exhales)

Good boy.

Off to dream of squirrels
and Milk Bones. (chuckles)

(gasps, growls)

Oh, that's not good.

(grunts)

Open it!

Sorry. Members only, luv.

What happened to you?

When did you become this person?

"This person"?

What, as opposed to the other
person you were so fond of?

At least that person
knew what he wanted,

and fought for it
without steamrolling

over everybody else.

Where did that get me? Huh?

Lily's dead, I have nowhere
to live, no town to call home.

The Enzo you knew

didn't get what he wanted;
this one will.

And you want
your family.

A family who dropped you
at a work house,

never came
looking for you,

who wiped all trace of
their existence from your life.

You're willing
to make an enemy

out of everyone... for them?!

When I told you
Damon was in trouble,

you leapt to your feet,

tried to stop me.

Didn't matter what he'd done,
how he hurt Tyler.

Your first instinct
was to help him.

That's what I want.

Good.

I hope you find it.

(groans)

(grunting)

(scanner beeps, latch clicks)

(exhales)

Easy, pal.

Breathe. Good boy.

These sedatives...
are messing with me.

They're slowing your
transition. Pick up, Stefan.

Really not a good time.

Feeling's mutual, brother.

Listen, you wouldn't
happen to be at that place

Valerie sent you to, would you?

(Tyler groans over phone)
Why?

There's a chance
I'm gonna have to tango

with a werewolf tonight,
and it'd suck a lot less

if I knew there was
an antidote en route.

What are you talking about?

Just answer the
question, Stefan!

I'll see what I can do.

So, where were we?

Siphon babies,

vampire witch heretics...

Hm. Sounds like you've been
having quite a lot of fun

since last our paths crossed.

Well, to be clear, Caroline
practically died in childbirth.

And she's not actually
their mother.

It just sort of happened.

So she carried two
lives in her womb,

she gave birth to them,
and now she plans

to turn those cooing
little faces over to Alaric

without so much as a
hiccup of hesitation.

Yeah, you are probably right.

That does sound like
the Caroline I remember.

If you care for her
as you say you do,

why aren't you with her now?

Like I said, family drama.

Speaking of, um...

Damon's found himself in a bit
of a werewolf predicament.

I know I said he was
a pain in the ass,

but is there any chance you'd be
willing to spare some blood?

Just in case
things go south.

That...

is the mark
of the Phoenix Sword.

You've seen this before?

Tell me you have not been
careless enough

to make an enemy of Rayna Cruz.

Why do you think I'm here,
Klaus?

So you came
here to hide,

to seek refuge
in my town,

to enjoy the perks
of my hospitality

in the city where
my family sleeps,

and all the while,
you lure in

a vicious hound
with your scent.

She can't find me
in this bar.

Well, maybe not
under this roof,

but you are aware
that she was born

in New Orleans, terrorized
the Quarter for years,

thrust her blade through the
heart of some of my best men,

on the steps of
St. Anne's Church.

She will pursue you until
your paranoia and despair

far outweigh your
desire to live.

Here, elsewhere, or in Hell,
she will find you.

If you know how to outrun her,
tell me what to do, Klaus!

I'll tell you
what you don't do.

You do not draw a huntress
to a town full of vampires.

You do not drink
my bourbon

whilst lying to my face,

and you do not dare ask
me favors ever again.

Is that clear, old friend?

Get out.

If I leave, she'll kill me.

And if you stay, I will.

Get... out.

(yelling):
Get out!

(phone buzzing)

(buzzing continues)

Hello, luv.

Who is this?

Ouch.

Has it really been that long?

Klaus.

(baby crying)

I know that sound all too well.

You might try picking her up.

Just hold on.

(crying over phone)

(crying continues)

(sighs)

How am I talking to you
right now?

Where is Stefan?

By the way, what's your stance
on hand-me-downs?

We have a chest that was

once owned by Louis XV.

It's being wasted on
my daughter's outgrown onesies.

Any interest?
CAROLINE: One--

these babies aren't mine.
They're Ric's...

Yes.

That's been made abundantly
clear to me by your boyfriend.

Two-- I didn't call you.

I called Stefan-- yes,

my boyfriend-- who's currently
running for his life

while I sit here playing
worst-case scenario.

Except these babies,
that aren't mine,

won't stop crying, and now,
this entire diner hates me.

So if you could refrain
from gloating

in the face of my misery,

that would be
very much appreciated.

Stefan will be fine.

(sighs)

How do you know?

Because

I will ensure it.

So, here you are,

in college,
building a life for yourself.

Plans, a future,
things you want.

Klaus, I'm not doing this
with you.

I take it, children were not
involved in those plans.

No, they weren't.

Luckily, these aren't mine.

So you've mentioned.

You know,

my family challenges
the bounds of my sanity.

They drive me
to do unspeakable things.

All the while, finding fresh

and inventive ways
to torture me.

But, as it turns out,

my family is what
makes me truly happy.

It's not a crime
to love what you cannot explain.

I was sorry

to hear about your mother,
Caroline.

I'm sure she would have loved
to see you with the little ones.

Oh, my God,
she's finally sleeping.

Well, then, we mustn't wake her.

Good-bye, Caroline.

(groaning loudly)

(panting)

Why don't you
just save your ass

and tell these people
where Stefan is.

'Cause Stefan has a bad habit
of taking bullets aimed at me.

And I thought
I'd give him the day off.

(grunting, panting)

Then maybe this
is for the best,

'cause I'm gonna turn
and tear your throat out.

That way, nobody
will ever have

to take a bullet
for you again.

(groaning)

Oh, my God. Damon!

Bonnie, open the door.

(beeps, then buzzes)

Get out of here, Bonnie!

It won't open!
You're a witch.

Blink really hard.
I can't.

Enzo gave me something
that disabled my magic.

Enzo opened it up with
the palm of his hand.

You gotta get him down here
right now.

It's not gonna happen.
Why the hell not?

(yelling)
DAMON:
Bonnie,

Tyler is one loose vertebrae
away from making me his dinner,

so figure this out,

please.

No pressure.

(panting)

Bonnie.
This is what happens

when you make enemies, Enzo.

For the record, I would have
made a better friend.

(Enzo screaming in agony)

(phone ringing)

Hello?

STEFAN:
Hey, I lost my phone.

I had to pick up a burner.

Stefan, thank God.

Have you made it
to New Orleans?

Let's just say
I wore out my welcome.

I'm back on the road, and
in a shocking turn of events,

Damon needs my help.

What are you talking about?

Worry about yourself.
You need to go back.

Dispatch just put an APB out

on a speeding motorcyclist
traveling east on Highway 90.

Woman, meets
Rayna's description,

driving like a maniac.

Did you hear that? Avoid 90.

Yeah, a little late for that.

Where are you?

Traveling east on 90.

I'll call you later.

(rock music intro playing)

(tires squealing)

¶ Oh...! ¶

(mutters quietly)

¶ Yeah ¶

¶ Save the day... ¶

(popping, tires screeching)

(insects trilling)

(grunts)

(grunts, panting)

(grunts)

(yells)

(both straining)

(grunting)

(yells)

(thuds)

(grunts)

(panting)

What are you doing here?

The right thing, I hope.

She's dead for now.

We need to go.

We need to grab her
before she comes back to life.

Stefan.

You are trespassing
on dangerous ground.

Trust me.

This is werewolf territory.

Let's go.

(grunts)
DAMON: Easy, boy.

I do not want to kill you.

Why, 'cause Elena
will dump your ass?

(bones crackling)

And it would be a waste
of a perfectly good I.V. stand.

If it's not me, it's going
to be somebody else, Damon.

There's no way in hell
you're lasting 60 years

without royally screwing up.

(bone cracks, Tyler yells)

Bonnie should be here
any second.

That's what I'm talking about.

You open that door
and I'll kill her, too.

(yelling in pain)

There's always going
to be something else.

Your friends...

my friends...

they'll keeping risking
their lives trying to save you

until they're all dead.

Looks like you could use a hand.

Bonnie, wait, don't.

I need to get you out of there.
Bonnie, listen.

If you open that door,
Tyler will kill you, too.

I'm not going
to let you die in there.

This is my mess.

Go.

Go!

(Tyler cries out in pain)

(roaring)

(keypad beeps, Tyler roars)

Tyler!

Tyler, stop!

DAMON:
Bonnie...

get the hell out of here.

(growls)

(Tyler roars, growls)

No.

Get out of here...

or I will kill you.

Okay. You're okay.

(grunts)

Okay. There you go.

You're not healing.

Why aren't you healing?

Bonnie! Hey...

Bon!

(moans softly)

Found that laying around
and thought you might need it.

Guess that's the last time
we let you watch the house.

Actually, it's the
last-last time for anything.

I'm through
working for free.

Catch the huntress yourself.

You said you wanted to know
where you came from.

We just needed you
to prove it.

For four months?

Four months of helping you.

Four months of learning
your mission statements,

helping you track this woman
with fake postcards and lies,

scouring the globe.

Four months that
brought me nothing!

No answers.

No family.

(sighs)

Consider our deal terminated.

Your family is here, Lorenzo.

(sighs)

Your father founded
the Armory.

My father?

This estate is where he lived
and died.

What he left behind
is your birthright.

(scoffs)
What he left behind was me.

Believe me, I know the feeling.

Until Tyler Lockwood
called us,

I didn't know
I had any family left either.

What are you talking about?

My name is Alexandria St. John.

I'm your family, Lorenzo.

CAROLINE:
The girls are asleep.

Furniture is en route,

electricity will be on
by tomorrow morning,

and I am starving.

Mmm.

Mm, did you get a chance to
look over the list of nannies?

I did. I, um,
I set up an interview

with the one that
you rated at, uh, 89.75%.

Tracy. Good,
she was my first choice, too.

And I can compel her
to lower her fee, if you want.

No, I-I don't think
that will be necessary.

I mean, really between
scoring this house

and actually having the babies,

you've gone above and beyond.

Well, then I guess
my work here is done.

(chuckles lightly)

I think I'll stay the night,

if that's okay with you.

Just to make sure
that the electrician

doesn't burn down the house
tomorrow morning.

Yeah, sure.

You can stay as
long as you want.

¶ Turn the other way,
look around ¶

¶ Something big's about
to happen ¶

(monitor beeping)

(indistinct page over P.A.)

¶ I swear to God... ¶

(quietly):
Bon.

Fine. Be that way.

Ignore me.

¶ It's nothing... ¶

By the way, once whatever crap
Enzo gave you

is out of your system
and magic works on you again,

I'm going to give you my blood
and heal you.

Okay?

¶ Lost at sea... ¶

But in the meantime, there's
something I want you to know.

You are a terrible friend.

You know that?

Do you have any idea
what I'd have to go through

if you'd have died today, huh?

Years of guilt.

Crippling, self-loathing guilt.

Not to mention the resentment
I'd feel

if I was forced to break in
a new drinking buddy.

¶ After all... ¶

You're not supposed
to die for me, Bon.

Neither is my brother.

But no matter what I say

or how hard I try and drill it
into your skulls,

you're not going
to stop trying.

Which is why I have to take
myself out of the equation.

It all ends tomorrow.

You'll never have
to worry about me again.

There's a train station
about a mile away.

You can just
drop me off there.

Do you love her?

Caroline?

Why?

Do you still have feelings
for her?

I have far too many complicated
women in my life already.

Caroline is the reason
the tip of Rayna's blade

ended up in your flesh,
isn't she?

You were protecting her.

No.

I was protecting Damon.

Then let her go, Stefan.

Let her go.

Or spend an eternity sacrificing

everything good you have
with her for your brother.

Believe me,
I've spent an eternity

watching Elijah do the same
for me.

You missed the exit.

You're not going
to the train station.

What?

I have to get out of here.

We're going to see a witch.

I may have something
that can help you

with your Rayna Cruz problem.