The Vampire Diaries (2009–2017): Season 7, Episode 19 - Somebody That I Used to Know - full transcript

Previously on The Vampire Diaries...

Damon, no offense, but
I don't want things

to go back to the way they were.

I have two little girls

that I absolutely love and a fiancée

that makes me feel so lucky to be alive.

You weren't
even gonna say good-bye.

I wrote you a letter.

I'm not okay with you choosing yourself.

And I'm not okay with never
seeing you ever again.

Bonnie's undercover at
a psych ward in Nasheville.



There's a vault in the
basement of the Armory.

- What's in the vault?
- Something that can't be let out.

I need to know if the
effects of those pills can be reversed.

The effects of my blood

can't be reversed. You know what
would be a terrible shame?

Is if that person were a witch.

Say Bonnie Bennett.

'Cause that would mean you
just gave the girl you love

a death sentence.

I thought I was protecting you.

I'm gonna die?

I will not let you die, Bonnie Bennett.

Bonnie,

I...



_

Shh.

What is going on?

Alex told the Armory to bring you in.

I'm not gonna let them.

Thank you.

Oh...

Thank me when this is over, luv.

_

Do you feel well enough to travel?

'Cause the minute those
anti-magic pills wear off,

Alex will be able to track you again.

I feel fine.

I don't feel sick at all.

I don't understand any of this.

Ah, luv.

Come here.

And I can't believe this is happening.

It's not.

This is just a...

a series of unfortunate events

leading up to your ultimate salvation.

I swear it.

Do I have to open the door?

He wants to help.

And if I'm being
completely honest, we could use it.

Great.

I have an idea.

No. You don't speak to me.

You speak to Enzo.

If you have any ideas how
to keep me from dying,

I'm sure he'll be happy to hear them,

but I don't want to
hear one word from your mouth

directed at me. You lost the right

to my attention when you decided

to leave without saying good-bye.

You're driving.

He can follow.

Uh...

Hi.

Look, whatever's gone wrong,

I really can't do another
escapade today.

No. No escapades, no
scar, no running from Rayna.

And thank you for your
help with that, by the way.

Not like I had a choice,
but... you're welcome.

So, anyway, I was actually hoping

to, uh, speak to Caroline.

She's not here right now.

Ah.

Do you think I could...?

Yeah.

Yeah, sure. Come on.

Thanks.

You know, the odds of
us getting through this

without a single word being spoken...

Lots of words can be spoken.

Just don't want him to speak any to me.

I thought we'd gotten
past the anger stage.

We had.

We were blissfully not angry

because we had blissfully
moved on from Damon and his selfish,

narcissistic existence,
but when someone who you have

erased from your mind has the audacity
to show up at your door

with flowers, and not even your favorite

flowers...

not even your
favorite flowers, by the way,

anger returns, anger floods.

I'm flooded.

Well, this is... quaint.

We'll be safe here for a few hours.

I've kept this place off
the grid for years.

Lonely, cramped, like a prison cell.

I can see why you like it.

You know what?

He's welcome to go back
to his musty old mansion

far away from here.

Miss the chance to see
this den of iniquity? No.

Oh. Cozy.

It's a big step, moving in with someone.

All right, let's do this.

Where are you hiding that
pesky little huntress?

Storm cellar.

Follow me.

Motus.

- Get off!
- Hey, hey.

You're not a prisoner, Bonnie.

I'm trying to keep you safe.

Yeah? You got a funny way of showing it!

Secluded cabin? Anti-magic sedatives?

Yeah, it's to keep you
hidden from the Armory.

All right?

Look, I don't know why they want you,

but they want you, and in my experience,

when they're being
dodgy about what they want,

it's because they want
it for dodgy purposes.

I thought you worked for them.

No, my allegiance is to myself.

Simpler that way.

What you should want to know
is why you're important to Alex.

Now, in exchange for protection,

plus complimentary room and board,

you're gonna do some
research for me, college girl.

Sift through these and figure out

why the Armory is so
desperate to get their hands on you.

Can Enzo not read?

While I'm away, keeping
up appearances with them,

if you take one of these
every day, you'll be safe.

Hidden from locator spells.

If I don't?

I'm sure Alex has a cozy little
cell waiting for you.

Why are you doing this?

Maybe I'd rather see
you alive than dead.

Maybe I'm just curious
about what the Armory's plans are.

Or maybe I'm just showing
you common decency.

I can tell you're not used to that.

Okay.

Say I take you up on
this protection, for now.

If I stay here...

I set the ground rules.

I expect nothing less.

What the hell's wrong with her?

Her brain is full of visions.

She's still got a mystical connection to

all those vampires who
escaped the Phoenix Stone.

It's made her a little loony.

I'm right in front of you.

You don't have to talk
about me in the third person.

All right, all right,

kooky-pants.

We're here to broker a deal.

I already told Enzo I don't
know how to help your friend.

Yes, and Enzo's the kind of
guy who'd take no for an answer.

Me, on the other hand,

I'm stubborn, I'm willful, I'm bossy.

I usually get what I want.

So let me ask you this.

What if you had a little help

brooming out those runaway prisoners?

A hit squad, if you will, hmm?

I'm listening.

Well, me and my pal
Enzo here would be happy

to wipe out anyone off your list

in exchange for a teensy-weensy favor.

And what might that be?

Oh, basically...

we want you to die.

Not my definition of "favor."

Enzo, tell the lady why this
is such an amazing trade.

You're on your last mortal life.

I'm aware. Now what we'd like

to do is to take that shamanic
life and transfer it to Bonnie.

We think it will heal her.

What if you're wrong?

Bonnie thinks it will work.

She's very well-read on this stuff.

If I give up my link to
the Everlasting, I'll die.

Yep. But if you don't, I'll
kill the Everlasting,

and you'll die anyway.
Look, at least this way

you get to be a Good Samaritan.

- Is this really your best sales pitch?
- All right,

ignore him. He's the bad
cop, I'm the good cop.

Here's what I've got to offer.

Okay.

You've been chasing vampires

every day of your eight lives.

Every day.

Then a couple of renegade heretics went

and blew up the Phoenix
Stone, and now a bunch

of its prisoners are
out in the wind again.

So for the rest of your remaining
days, you will have

to chase those vampires
to the ends of the Earth

until you're too old and too
weak, and, you know what,

you'll probably die before
you can finish the task

you've been compelled
by destiny to complete.

Or you can let us do your
dirty work over the next few days,

and you can die with quiet in your mind,

peace, and a smile on your face.

Hmm?

Prove it.

Prove what?

Prove that you can kill the
ones on my list in progress.

Clear them from my head.

When I can think better,

I'll consider your deal.

Great. Give me the list.

Whoa. You couldn't, uh,

maybe use one of those
psychic connections to conjure up

a Google map or anything, huh?

The way I see it, those
pills you've been using on Bonnie

will wear off in the next 48 hours,

and the Armory will
come calling for her.

That's if the withdrawal doesn't
escalate her illness.

And those vampires could be anywhere.

You'd better get started.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Look.

The girls are growing up so fast.

They look like
footballs in pumpkin costumes.

What have you got there?

Blueprints of the Armory's
underground levels.

You ever been down there?

No, actually.

Uh, Alex said they were all sealed off.

I wonder what's down there.

The Armory collects things, right?

Every museum has an archive

where they keep the really good stuff.

What sort of good stuff?

I don't know. Unique things.

One-of-a-kind things. The
outliers of a collection.

- Outliers?
- Uh-huh.

I mean, maybe that's
why they wanted Elena.

A doppelganger.

And Rayna Cruz.

A shamanic huntress with multiple lives.

And me.

A terrible guitar player.

You still haven't
burned this bloody letter?

Every day I mean to, and
every day I decide not to.

You know, he left me, too.

Damon.

We were best mates, side by side

in Augustine cells for five years,

each other's only friend.

We gave each other hope.

And then, one day, instead
of implementing an escape plan

we formulated together, he
left me in a burning cage to die.

So...

believe me when I tell
you that I know how you feel.

And, look, let me just spare
you the 50 years of mental anguish.

It's not you, it's him.

It's just who Damon is.

So stop wasting your time

trying to figure out if
it's something you did.

Someone like you,

with all that fire and passion and...

loyalty,

you deserve much, much better than that.

Care and the girls left in a hurry.

Trying to stay under the radar

till this Rayna thing blows over.

No, no, it's, uh... it's nice.

Yeah, thanks. You'd be
amazed what you can accomplish

when your fiancée can
compel an interior designer

and an entire homeowners' association.

Mm. Thought you were,
uh, out of the game.

What do you mean?

Well, the... supernatural world.

Oh, yeah, we are.

But have you ever dealt with
a homeowners' association?

No, no. Can't say that I have.

Uh, look, uh, I'd offer you something,

but I haven't been to
the store in a while,

so unless you want a juice
box or some string cheese,

I suggest we go somewhere else.

I could probably use something stronger.

Ground control to Rayna Cruz.

What's our mission?

I'm sending you back towards Texas,

where the hellstone got destroyed.

Think of that as the...
center of the blast.

Vampire souls scattered
out in all directions,

landing every which way.

I can see the places they go

and the people they kill, things
they see with their eyes.

Your next target is

in Richmond.

Inside a bright, clean room.

Oh, yeah. I know exactly where that is.

Please tell us you're gonna
give us more clues than that.

You will, as they come to me.

I... I know it's not a lot to go on,

but I'm hoping we can
put together enough

so that you guys can

prove your effectiveness.

Wow. You guys hearing this?

Sorry, I'm just
having a lot of difficulty

wrapping my head around this new...

cooperative team leader version of you.

You've always hated us.

Yeah,

but I'm tired, you know?

Multiple lifetimes-tired.

You realize that in over
100 years on this planet,

I've never had even one day off.

I just want a day

without vampires.

One free day where I can...

feel the sun on my
face, eat a cheeseburger,

watch the ocean.

Enjoy a few simple pleasures, for once.

And then go to sleep.

Tell you what, why
don't we circle back to

the situation at hand.

Where are you sending us next?

I'm seeing a lot of teeth.

I hope word of this doesn't get out.

People already hate
going to the dentist.

His heart's not in his ankle, Bonnie.

Shut up. This thing has a kick.

Now.

Uh, that wasn't so hard.

_

What?

It's New Year's Eve.

Get up. We're having dinner.

Mm. Oh, and for the love of God,

please put on something
besides these abhorrent sweatpants.

What do you care about my sweatpants?

I'm instituting a dress code.

For the holiday.

This is the best I could do...

I thought you
deserved a proper celebration.

If you would've told me a year ago

we would be spending New
Year's Eve together,

I would have called you crazy.

Well, you've called me far
worse than that in the past.

So I was thinking about your cousin.

Whatever you want to call her... Alex.

How you said she never
wanted to discuss her siblings.

But her sister
Virginia's journal talks about

how close they were.

What else does Virginia say?

Kind of off-balance.

Seems to hate
everything your family stands for.

Well, at least she knows what that is.

I'm still trying to figure it out.

Why do you care?

Hmm?

They abandoned you.

Left you at a workhouse.

You have two parents, right?

Oh, sorry. Um, had.

I know your dad died.

I had none.

Curiosity about what they stand for

is what keeps me from
hating them for leaving me.

What?

Nothing.

- What?
- Nothing.

Just, after all this time,

I think I'm finally
starting to understand you.

May I have this dance?

Really?

Why the hell not?

So, when I was reading the journal...

Enough research for one day.

It's all I have to occupy me.

- Yeah?
- Mm-hmm.

All?

Not all.

Not counting guitar practice.

Eh, getting better.

And the fire-building.

You are nearly an expert.

And now this.

Old people dancing.

Quite... so.

As lovely as this evening has
been, I really must get going.

It's not even midnight yet.

But I've already stayed too long.

If I don't show up, Alex
will wonder where I am.

Forgot.

Being a double agent must
be a full-time job.

Happy New Year.

Happy New Year.

Order up.

You're not gonna answer that?

Damon and I are on a bit of a time-out.

Really? And after all that trouble

he went through to get that
psychopath out of your body.

Well, he's half the
reason that psychopath

was in my body in the first place.

These last few days have
been a painful reminder

of the complicated
nature of our relationship.

Okay, Stefan.

What happened?

Three years ago, you told Caroline

you'd be with her when things were safe.

Rayna got locked
up... and you never showed.

Well, that's not
exactly how it went down.

Well, that's how it
went down for Caroline.

There's more to the story.

Nothing you felt like sharing?

Not at the time, no.

But now... now you're ready.

Right. That's why you're here.

I mean, forget you
couldn't manage even a postcard

these last three years, but
now that she's built a new life,

there's a wedding on the
books, and you're just

popping in to share

your side of the story.

Look, I made a choice back then,

and I think that she
deserves to know what and why.

Wow, that's...

really nice of you, Stefan, you know?

Because I think she
deserved to know the what and why,

you know, before you stopped calling.

It broke her heart.

Will you just answer the
damn phone, please?

What?

Where are you?

I'm trying to pick up the pieces

of my broken life, and
something tells me

you're about to disrupt that.

Gold-star guess, brother.

Listen, I need some well-armed backup.

Any chance you can get your
hands on a vamp arsenal?

Probably. Why?

Long story. It involves Rayna

and some pretty
nasty Phoenix Stone vamps

and, uh...

I'm trying to save someone who hates me.

Which one? There are so many.

Bonnie's in trouble, Stefan.

Now, I know you don't

owe me anything, but
I really need the help.

I'm with Ric. Just
tell us what we can do.

_

Hey.

Fore.

Huh. This Bonnie and Clyde
and Clyde routine

is starting to improve your aim.

I just picture your face as the target.

Been looking for you, cousin.

I'm flattered.

Not too hard to find you,

seeing as you've left a
trail of vampire corpses

across the southeast.

Before you think about hurting me,

my team knows where I am.

One text from me, and
they'll storm the entire building.

Somehow I don't think you want that.

Well, it makes no
difference to me. I'm in here alone.

Doing what?

Shopping for chairs, of course.

You can't keep hiding her from me.

I don't control Bonnie's movements.

So, it was her idea to go undercover

at the psychiatric ward?

There was an incident at my
sister's hospital yesterday.

I was notified with all the details.

Virginia often has violent episodes.

That's why I had her committed.

After she killed Lucy Bennett.

You didn't know?

Why on earth would I know that?

Four years ago, Virginia
forced Lucy to seal a vault

in the Armory with magic.

Only problem was our other sister Yvette

was still inside when they closed it.

I need to get her out.

Bonnie can help me do that.

I... Sorry, I don't mean to be callous,

but unless that vault has
a well-stocked kitchen,

I'm afraid your sister
has died of starvation.

You're wrong.

Something has kept her alive in there.

I can hear her voice calling
to me for help.

It's my fault that she's suffering.

I know you
understand that kind of guilt.

I am sure that you did
not come here so we could

discuss our feelings.

Your situation is untenable.

You care for a girl that probably

doesn't have long to live.

I need that girl to perform
a simple spell

so I can put our family back together.

I feel like you and I could solve

each other's problems, Lorenzo.

Bring me Bonnie Bennett,

and I will do
everything I can to save her life.

Enzo's a big boy. He
can take care of himself.

I don't want to talk to you.

Look, Bonnie, had Alex seen you,

she would have called in her SWAT team

and all this would
have been for nothing.

We had to jet.

I'm tired, Damon.

And I don't feel good

and I'm worried about Enzo,
so stop trying so hard, okay?

Please tell me you're all right.

Don't worry about me, luv.

Our cousin Alex only
wanted to have a chat,

and then she let me go.

That's not sketchy at all.

Agreed.

Is she still looking for me?

Of course.

Yeah, she's still banging
on about this vault

and how we should both work together.

You know, I actually
think she's being sincere.

And here I thought your new boyfriend

was actually smarter than your last one.

We don't trust her, Damon.

No,

not for a second.

She's closing in.

So, look, after I wrestle myself a car,

I'll meet back up with you

and we'll get back to
Rayna's list, all right?

Hello? You still there?

Yeah. Just one problem.

From what you know about the sickness,

how much time do I
have left after the, uh,

first scab appears?

Um...

a week, maybe less.

I only heard two
dogs howling at the noise.

Hilarious, as always.

You stayed away long enough.

Yeah. Been busy at work.

Have me traveling more than I hoped.

I trust your other pastimes

have borne more
results than your guitar?

Well, the fireplace
is burning perfectly.

And I found
something in Virginia's diary.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

She knew my cousin, Lucy Bennett.

It's a bill from a psychiatric hospital

in Asheville, North Carolina.

Virginia's been a patient
there for the past three years.

She might have an idea
about why the Bennett bloodline

is so important to Alex.

Color me impressed.

New year, new me.

A new mastery over an instrument.

No?

Let me show you.

I was doing it.

Not really. Here.

This is it.

- Okay.
- You want to loosen up your hands.

In there.

And strum.

Yeah, now back to the one chord.

Right. There you go.

That's it.

You wanted to get out of the house.

Don't be ridiculous.

Come now, surely this qualifies
as a date, of a sort.

Nice try. Doesn't count. Doesn't it?

Not unless...

Unless what?

- Yeah?
- Talk to me.

About anything, please.

I need new pictures in my head.

Trees. Sky.

Vervain grenades.

Much better. Thank you.

How's Bonnie doing?

Not as well as she's pretending to be.

How's Ric holding up?

He's circling around the next campsite

to lay cover fire on any egress routes.

I don't know. His words, not mine.

So he's having fun.

He's only tolerating me

because we're doing this for Bonnie.

And if this is how Ric feels,

imagine how much worse it's
gonna be with Caroline.

Lighten up. Anything's possible.

I mean, look, take me
and Bon-Bon, for instance.

Getting better every day.

Whoa, I got to jump.

Rayna's got a bead on
our nasty little runaways.

It's go time.

Let's get 'Er done.

Lorenzo, don't.

I'm a friend.

Sorry. I don't know you.

Of course you don't
recognize me in this body.

It's me... Beau.

Beau the heretic? Wow.

Small world.

Well, welcome back.

And good-bye.

Don't kill him.

He's on the list, Bonnie.

It's not up for debate.

He helped save Caroline's life.

And her kids.

I'm not gonna let you murder him.

Oh, come on. Really?

Wait, whoa, whoa, whoa. Take a walk.

Get a half-caf soy...

And you still don't even know my drink.

And by the time you get back,

Old Yeller will already
be taken out to the barn.

This is so like you.

Which part?

Classic analogies?

Or that I don't ask
permission to do what needs to be done?

What if Bleeding Heart
Bonnie doesn't want

to take out the next one?

Well, this sounds like the
beginning of an accusation.

In case you forgot, sparing Beau

would've been a huge deal breaker.

Well, it's a good thing you
took care of him, then.

That's what I do.

I take care of things. And people.

I don't give them pills that kill them

and let their own stupid judgment

put their lives in danger

even more.

No. No, you're just
gonna lie down in a coffin,

hope that when you wake up,

the mess you made will be cleaned up.

I made a mistake.

You made a choice.

I desiccated because I
didn't want to hurt my friends.

But I am holding you
personally responsible

if anything happens to Bonnie.

I will hunt you down

and rip your heart out of your chest.

Damon!

It's his fault, Bonnie, all of it.

Do you really believe that?

There's no other
factor you can think of?

You want to hear me
say I made a mistake, huh?

Okay, fine.

I made a mistake
three years ago, Bonnie.

I shouldn't have given up.

I shouldn't have run away!

But you did.

And I got over it.

Yet you still carry my letter with you.

Yeah.

Yeah, I keep it.

Keep it as a reminder to
not trust the wrong people.

Well, you're not doing too well, sister.

Enzo here...

Enzo has been there for me!

Every single day.

Hiding me.

Protecting me.

Poisoning you!

He'll figure it out!

And what if he doesn't?

Then I'll die!

But at least I'll do
it with him by my side.

I love him, Damon.

And I know

that no matter what
happens, he won't leave me.

This part I really don't miss.

Yeah, but the part where
you helped Bonnie,

that wasn't too terrible, was it?

Don't.

Don't what?

Don't try to get the band back together.

Yes, all hands are on deck right now,

but that doesn't make us friends

or earn you a place back
in Caroline's life, okay?

Well...

I think that's something
that she's gonna

have to decide for herself.

You know, you're
wasting your time, Stefan.

Let me tell you a little story.

When we moved to Dallas, Caroline
joined a book club.

You know, it seemed like a good idea.

At first, it was once a week.

And then it was twice a week.

Then she started coming
home later and later.

So one night I followed her.

Sounds healthy.

The point is this.

There was no book club.

Turns out, she'd park her car

down by the river so she could cry,

alone.

And then something happened.

She stopped making
excuses to be somewhere else.

And the girls and I stopped
being a placeholder.

And we became her life.

I get all that.

No.

No, you don't, Stefan.

She doesn't want to see you.

Trust me.

You know her pretty well, huh?

Better than anyone now.

So who sleeps in the second bedroom?

Excuse me?

Well, I was at your house.

I saw the nursery for the twins.

And I also saw two separate bedrooms.

And then I saw an
appointment for a justice of the peace,

which doesn't seem very Caroline Forbes.

So tell me.

After you get home
from City Hall on Friday,

is that when she's gonna start
sleeping in your bed?

That's none of your business.

You can make look your relationship
look good on paper,

but deep down, it's a lie.

I know she doesn't love me.

But our life is not a lie.

All I can do is be worthy of her,

Stefan.

Which is more than you've ever been.

Not to be a crybaby, but...

these feel a lot worse than they look.

Don't think I'll get much playing in.

Aw, that's a shame, luv.

You're in dire need of practice.

Go ahead, go ahead.

No, you're trying to look.

Gonna make you...

Go ahead.

Impressive.

No, you're peeking!

You're totally peeking.

No, I can see you're
side-eyeing the guitar.

Don't mind me.

I'm just gonna

go get the next name out of the job jar.

Ric.

Oh, you got to be kidding me.

Look, this didn't go how
I wanted it to, all right?

Really? You think you
can just show up here

and everything's just gonna

magically work itself...?

Caroline.

Uh, hey.

We just got back.

Mommy, read us a story.

Yeah, in a minute, honey.

I can put them to bed if you want to...

No.

No, I got it.

Happy you're home.

What's wrong?

Remember how Rayna was gonna

give Bonnie her last life after
we finished her hit list?

Well, the good news is

she finally said yes to that deal.

The not-as-good news is

she added a few more names to the list.