The Vampire Diaries (2009–2017): Season 8, Episode 11 - You Made a Choice to Be Good - full transcript

Previously on The Vampire Diaries...

What will I ever do without you?
What if you could take the cure?

When the door between this world

and Cade's gets cracked open,

it wipes out everything.

All of us in Mystic Falls.

All you got to do is
make sure that bell rings.

12 times. What do you say, Stefan?

You need a Maxwell to ring that bell,

and I'm not touching it.

Oh, yes, you are, Matt.



I'm about to burn Mystic Falls

to the ground.

I ain't gonna let it happen.

I will do whatever it takes.

I'm getting you back.

Cade, how are you here?

The bell rang 11 times.

I'll handle it from here.

There's so many options.

“Nitro brew”?

“Flat white”?

“Sea salt and smoked chili latte”?

These are complicated times.

It's Mystic Falls'
attempt to be hipster.



If you want simple, go
for the straight drip.

Hmm.

Thanks for the insight.

Good luck.

I would like a straight drip.

For here or to go?

To go, please.

Keep the change.

Appreciate it.

I know you've been
stretching your paycheck

while you try to
impress your boss's wife.

You didn't have to try so hard.

Based on what I see in your memory,

money was the least of her needs.

Now,

you were right to wonder

about all of her lunch dates.

Tuesdays and Thursdays.

Always at his place.

Hmm.

Hmm.

Update from the outside world.

Don't care.

But I do.

I care so much, it hurts.

But it's a good kind of hurt.

Because my lovely humanity is back on

and I am seeing the world
through rose-colored glasses.

Oh, God, when you say things like that,

it really makes me regret
not destroying Mystic Falls

with hellfire.

Maybe Seline'll ring that bell again

and put me out of my misery.

Don't hold your breath, brother.

Psycho sisters are MIA.

It's almost as if

all is right with the world.

Yeah, except for the fact that
we made a deal with the devil.

You should be out dropping bodies

and keeping our numbers up, Damon.

Stefan Salvatore,

dropping bodies is not part of

a balanced, humanity-on lifestyle.

Sorry, I fell asleep.

That's okay. I forgive you.

I'm all about redemption these days.

I am gonna set things right.

Starting with your humanity switch.

When did you become such a nag?

Maybe you've been hanging out
with my ex-fianc?e too much.

I'm surprised she's not
here with you right now.

Telling you all the
things you're doing wrong.

She had other obligations today.

Contrary to your personal belief,

it's not all about you.

You look hungry.

I'm gonna make pancakes.

Welcome, everybody.

As part of our ramp-up
to Founder's Day,

our high school
students have followed up

on a local legend about a
time capsule buried in 1790.

With the help of our historical society,

they went digging for treasure.

And this is what they found.

Left behind by the first settlers,

it hasn't been opened until... now.

Hey. You okay?

You looked a little shaky up there.

Yeah, this morning's been a real mess.

I got called into a
fight at a coffee shop,

these two guys almost killed each other.

I feel like Mystic Falls just
isn't as safe as it used to be.

Tell me about it.

Is that ancient Tupperware?

Elena, Bonnie and I
made our own time capsule

when we were 11 and buried
it right under this tree.

And I cannot believe it is still here.

Look at this.

Oh...

Oh, my gosh,

look at your mom's hair.

Oh, Miranda Gilbert.

Here's Bonnie, Elena and me.

Wow, we look like babies.

Oh, my gosh.

“Dear Future Caroline,

I predict

you will win a Tony Award,

live in the perfect house,

and marry the perfect boy.”

Ambitious.

And sadly, inaccurate.

Stefan still locked up?

But I'm staying positive.

I mean, look at Damon. Humanity on

and he's a new person.

Stefan will get his emotions back, too.

What?

I just wonder if he's
ever gonna feel bad

for trying to make me

destroy our whole town and
kill God knows how many people.

- Stefan's not him...
- I know, Stefan's not himself.

The sirens, the devil,

the mind control.

But it's still him

that did all those things.

It's hard to keep giving him a pass.

Oh!

Sorry, luv.

Peter Maxwell's truck is in
dire need of shock absorbers.

- You all right, luv?
- Yeah, I'm fine.

Just a supernatural ringing in my ears.

That fork-bell combo packs
a nasty psychic punch.

Yeah, those tie-down
straps must have come loose.

We'll stop up ahead and fix them

and we'll be rid of that noisy bell,

and this borrowed car in no time.

Where is this

secret hiding place of yours anyway?

- It's a surprise.
- Okay.

- Oh, my God.
- What?

Caroline found my
sixth grade bucket list.

Paris is on there, I presume?

My tweener dreams were
not that sophisticated.

“Meet Justin Timberlake,

audition for American Idol,

be on MTV's Spring Break...”

High aspirations, indeed.

Okay, don't mock my tweener self.

What's on your bucket list?

You know, I never thought to make one.

Being immortal and all.

FOMO really isn't in
the vampire vocabulary.

There has to be something or...

things you really want to do.

Some daredevil thrills
you haven't tried.

Yeah, I suppose I could think of a few.

Then let's do them.

Or as many of them as we can.

You need to take full advantage

of the perks of your immortality.

While I'm still immortal, you mean?

Exactly. No time like the present.

Well, except we're on a mission.

We'll still end up at
the same destination.

Why not make the journey an adventure?

Second chances, coming up.

I dare you to have one
of these and tell me that

they are not the best
pancakes you ever...

had.

Where the hell is my brother?

Making up for your
disappointing work ethic.

I sent him on a task.

You're wondering

if I'm a hallucination.

Well, I assure you,

I am very real.

Noted.

What brings you to town?

Upon the Maxwell bell's 11th ring,

the boundary to hell

broke down for a moment.

I took the opportunity to step through

and take up residence here.

Since my disciples seem to
require additional motivation.

Don't think I want to know
what you did to motivate Stefan.

Mm, fire is only one of
the tools at my disposal.

But he hardly needed
prompting to go back to work.

Now it's your turn to
make up the deficit.

By sundown tonight, you
will kill 100 people...

Here's the thing. I don't really feel

like being your Terminator anymore.

Your feelings are a non-issue.

Our arrangement is very clear.

Do as I say and you won't go to hell.

Disobey me,

and I send you there to stay.

So here's your second option.

If you object to quantity, I
will accept quality instead.

Quality?

Like the queen of England quality?

Quality like...

Caroline Forbes.

Oh. Well, she's a bit of

a no-fly zone. You know what I mean?

It's completely up to you.

Before the sun goes down,

kill 100 evil strangers,

or kill the love of your brother's life.

I got a question for you.

You know I'm a person, right?

Like, I'm not just your human Wikipedia.

Hi, Matt, how are you?

I'm great. Slammed with work,

but really enjoying this
unseasonably warm weather.

Hi, Dorian. I don't
care about the weather.

I need you to tell me what this is.

Whoa.

- Where did you get that from?
- A time capsule

from the 18th century settlement
that became Mystic Falls.

It's a cardan grille.

It's a cipher device

used for code-breaking.

Secret message style.

Why would it have a Maxwell crest on it?

Maybe you're descended
from a family of spies.

Wouldn't be the weirdest thing
I've heard in the last few days.

Thanks.

Yeah, this looks great.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

You are supposed to be on Stefan duty.

Well, there's no point now.

Cade's in town. He set our boy free.

What?

He also told me to kill you.

Damon...

Of course I have a
plan “B”, Blondie.

Hold on, back up.

- Where is Stefan now?
- I don't know.

Wherever he is, he's
not answering his phone.

Points for optimism.

- Voice mail.
- Mm-hmm.

How is this even possible?

I thought Cade was supposed to live

in some kind of psychic dimension.

You mean his realm of pain and fire? No.

That's just his vacation
home. He's here to stay.

Does your plan “B” account for that?

Of course it does.

This may come as a surprise to you,

but you're not the
only optimist in town.

Now, let's get these yahoos

somewhere safe. Stay clear, yourself.

Cade gave me till
sundown to kill a hundred

of these people or kill you instead,

and I don't want to
be tempted by either.

Well, where are you going?

Less you know, the better.

We're up against a mind reader

who's also a pyromaniac.

But I'm sure it'll all be fine.

That was unbelievable!

I should've done this long ago.

Mm.

Happy is a good look on you.

Eh, doesn't take much. Fast car,

beautiful girl.

I'm a clich?.

What's next?

What, there's more?

You tell me. There's got to be more

on your bucket list than drag racing.

Um...

Mm...

Skydiving has some appeal.

Okay. I think there's a
place about an hour away.

Hey.

What's really on your mind?

If you're gonna take the cure,

if you're gonna become human,

I just want to make sure there's
nothing you missed out on.

Not if I take the cure. When.

Do you not know me at all,

Bonnie Bennett?

If I say I'll do a thing,

I'll do it.

But...

if you insist on more fun...

Yes.

...skydiving it is.

After one more go-round in this beauty.

Yeah.

That's right, everyone! Happy hour,

all day long.

What's this about?

Oh, you know. Just
Damon being told to kill

a hundred people, or
else kill me instead.

Just... standard afternoon special.

- Who told him that?
- Cade.

By the way, he's out in the world.

Walking around, taking in the sights.

Look, Damon's on it.

He's got a plan.

But in the meantime,

I made you something. Just in case.

It's a blood orange margarita.

Emphasis on the blood.

Specifically, my blood.

I know you mean well.

But if Mystic Falls goes up in
flames, I'd rather go with it.

Than survive?

Becoming a vampire
isn't survival, Caroline.

It's a death sentence all the same.

I expected to find you busier.

I am busy.

Just staying out of trouble.

Well, that's contrary to your task.

Yeah, but I'm on the redemption jag.

See, there's this
girl I want to impress.

So I'm trying not to
kill anyone. Ever again.

And yet you understand the
downside of disobeying me.

I just want to renegotiate our deal.

You throw in the Caroline,

and the whole “by sundow”
of it all into the mix,

you really changed the rules.

You think I'm being unfair.

Nope. I just think you're being you.

I could say the same of you.

How very Damon Salvatore,

to contemplate murdering the devil.

Even now, you're gauging where
my beating heart might lie.

Asking yourself if you
can best my reflexes...

Question answered.

And now you're wondering
if fire can kill me.

Let's find out.

Or were you going for
something more like this?

Or detaching my heart from my body?

Seen enough?

Boy.

These roads had me
completely turned around.

Never been so happy to find
a gas station in my life.

- It gets confusing around here.
- Sure does.

It's partly my fault. I was
driving while distracted.

Thinking about work.

Not that I'm complaining.
I love what I do.

Deadlines can get kind
of stressful, though.

Oh, it's probably because
of who I'm working for.

You ever get the feeling that
your boss can read your mind?

I haven't had a boss in a
while. I run my own office.

Ooh, that's smart.

That's what I want to do.

Go solo and ditch this partnership

that's been dragging me down for years.

Of course, I'd still
have to report to the guy

at the top of the food chain.

You know. The one who can read my mind.

Right.

To be clear, he is an actual psychic.

He told me where to find you.

That work deadline I
was telling you about?

You're gonna help me with it.

You put the cardan grille over text,

and it reveals a hidden message.

But you have to have the
right text to decrypt.

I brought Harvey's
journal. It's the same era,

same Maxwell crest.

Maybe this device will
match something he wrote.

All right, all you can
eat, time capsule prices.

Any word from Damon?

No, but so far I'm encouraged

by the continuing lack of hellfire.

What's going on?

Real talk,

since you're in the
circle of trust and all,

the devil's in town.

Arcadius? Is in Mystic Falls?

That's... kind of mind-blowing.

And very unsafe.

Which is why you should have

a supernatural insurance plan.

I'm just putting the
alternative out there.

There's no alternative, Caroline.

It's life or death, that's it.

Y-You're talking about
becoming a vampire.

Alaric told me everything.

All I'd have to do is drink your blood?

And die.

Not that that's the goal.

If you don't mind me asking,

what's it like, being you?

Well, the lows are
low, I'm not gonna lie.

But...

you feel stronger than you
ever thought you could feel.

Powerful.

And everything's heightened.

Emotions, appetites, joy...

And pain.

It's violence and murder.

It's a choice you can never take back.

It's a choice you'll regret forever.

Some people don't regret it.

Well, all things considered,

I think we made good time.

- Oh. Damn it.
- Oh.

Yeah? What'd you expect?
You face-planted onto it

after that BASE jump.

Too bad.

Missing out on some epic
zero gravity flight photos.

So I don't remember my list including

“start a B&B in upstate New York”.

I bought it a few months ago,
with money my dad left me.

No one knows about it.

We can stash the bell here.

Brilliant.

Uh, what made you buy a house
in the middle of nowhere?

Oh, is it a romantic getaway for us?

Hell of a gesture.

Puts my blood necklace to shame.

I didn't buy the house for you.

Should I be worried?

Probably not.

How about you prove
it by giving me a tour

of every single room?

You are forgetting one
very important thing.

Enzo St. John,

I invite you in.

Wait.

There's something I've been imagining.

One day we'll do that for real.

Thank you, darling.

And thank you for my bucket list day.

- Was it enough?
- It was perfect.

Though the fact that
there are endless ways

humans will tempt death
for their own amusement

- never ceases to amaze me.
- Oh, don't worry.

You'll be a stupid human soon.

If that's what you still want.

Yeah, of course it is.

- Do you not believe me?
- I don't know.

Up until recently, your
existence as a vampire never

included anything good.

Maybe you need more time
to live your vampire life

to its fullest.

Nothing I could do as a vampire

would be better than being with you

as a human.

You do not have to do this for me.

I'm aware of that.

But fate has led us here,

and there's nothing left to stop us.

Not a doubt remains in my mind.

In fact, why not just get on with it?

What do you mean?

I mean that as soon as we put
that bloody bell into a suitable

indoor hiding place, let's you
and me grab an empty syringe,

and head straight for
Elena's warehouse in Brooklyn.

About that...

Plan “B” didn't work.
We need a plan “C”.

What was wrong with plan “B”?

Well, apparently the
devil can't be killed.

At least not if you rip his heart out.

Or set him on fire.

I thought you said you weren't gonna

try anything stupid.

When did I ever promise that?

Listen, in my defense,

he did both of those things to himself.

Bastard's tougher than he looks.

Guess after 4,000 years,
he's learned a trick or two.

He's immortal.

- Mm-hmm.
- He cannot be killed.

So... we just need to
change the equation.

How?

There's one thing

that can turn immortals mortal.

No. No, no, no, no.

The cure is off the table.

I'm not risking my future

- with Elena.
- What is the bigger risk...

Making the devil mortal
so that we can kill him,

or letting him stay immortal,

and just waiting for him to kill us?

Look, all we need to
do is capture Cade...

You're talking about the devil here.

We give him the cure, he becomes mortal.

Then someone else will take his blood.

That'll make him age 4,000 years

and then shrivel into dust.

You realize if you take the
cure out of Elena's body,

that little vial is
our one and only dose.

And we're not even
sure it'll work on Cade.

This is our best chance
to get Stefan back.

Isn't that what you want?

No, it's what you want.
You know what I want?

I want to fix my brother,

I want to get rid of the devil,

and I want my future with Elena.

But I am not becoming human

while she sleeps for decades.

You won't have to take
the cure right away.

Enzo will take it from
Cade, and years from now,

- you can take it from Enzo.
- Enzo?

Enzo? What...

Bonnie asked him. He said yes.

They were going to tell you.

Before or after they stole it from me?

It doesn't belong to you.

It is in Elena's blood.

She would want to save all of us,

and you know it.

Anyway, I've done the math.

It can work.

How can you be so sure?

It's not about being sure.

It's about using what we've got.

Unless you have a plan “D”.

No, I don't.

Bonnie's not gonna like this.

Just hear me out, okay?
Cade as an immortal,

disturbingly indestructible.

Cade as a mortal, total question mark.

Therefore, if we give Cade the cure,

thus turning him mortal,

it might be the only shot
that we have to get rid of him.

“Might be” isn't very convincing.

If you have better ideas about
how to defeat the devil, Bonnie,

I'm all ears.

I finally have Enzo,

minus all the insanity.

We're gonna start a life together.

We need the cure to do that,

and we know it'll work on him

exactly as intended, no question marks.

Besides, what if you're wrong?

Then I lose everything, too.

But there's more at stake here

than just you or me or Enzo.

You understand what
you're asking me to do?

Well, at least I'm asking.

You were just gonna give Enzo
the cure without telling me.

Sorry, I just wanted
to put myself first,

for once.

I just wanted to be happy.

You know what I want
us to both be? Alive.

But we're all out of options.

There has to be a loophole.

This is the loophole.

I hate it, too, Bonnie.

I hate that this is all my fault,

but I got us into this mess,
and I'm gonna get us out.

You still with me, Bon?

Yeah.

Is that a “Yes, I'm with you.

We'll take down Cade together”?

I said yes, okay?

We'll do it.

We'll rescue everyone but ourselves,

again!

Find any secret messages?

Uh, kind of.

There's different styles of handwriting,

which indicates some
sort of back and forth

between two people, likely in secret.

The messages are meaningless.

“Tooday was a cold day.
The crops are bountiful.”

It's like there's a
code inside the code.

Well, if anyone can figure it out,

my money's on you.

And, um,

in case you want to take me up

on my prior offer.

This come with a special ingredient?

Lime juice hides the taste. Huh.

It is an intriguing insurance plan.

You are surprisingly low-key

about the existence of the supernatural.

Are you kidding me? I'm getting a degree

in occult studies here.

I live for this stuff.

Yeah, but how does one even pick that

as a major?

Kind of because of my family.

For generations, we
thought we were cursed.

Bankruptcy, depression,
health problems...

You name it, we dealt with it.

My parents were the
first to break the mold.

Great marriage, successful careers,

two good kids.

And then my, um...

my dad and my little
sister died in a house fire.

It was like we were
cursed all over again.

God, I'm... so sorry.

I hid at the library to cope.

I just wanted to find some sort of proof

that they were at peace.

And then one day I had
the strangest dream.

I was playing baseball,

center field, like I did in high school.

My sister was in the stands.

She was wearing this
ugly Christmas sweater

I always teased her about.

She smiled, and she waved at me.

And I knew it was somehow okay.

And then, of course, I wanted to know

what it all meant.

You know, how was it possible

I felt her spirit?

What other supernatural
or mystical forces

there were in the world.

- Hence, occult studies.
- Um,

have any advice on how
to deal with the devil?

Well, make sure he stays in hell
would be a good place to start.

Stay where you are!

He was stealing from his employees.

The other one was a philanderer.

Arcadius.

Nobody else has to die.

I beg to differ.

Here's another thief.

Stop!

Those of you who feel
yourselves to be good people,

free of evildoing,

you may be excused.

Everyone come with me.

Where's my reluctant envoy?

You said I had until sundown...

micromanager.

You should be thanking me.

I'm doing your work for you.

I assumed your choice was the hundred.

Unless I'm wrong.

You can end this here and now

with one particular soul.

Why do you want me dead?

Have I offended you somehow?

No, but you're important
because you're Stefan's girl.

Your brother understood
the choice right away.

It's not up to Stefan.

Your choice was not.

His choice was.

What do you mean, “his” choice?

The task I gave both of you

was kill 100 people,

or kill your brother's girl.

Stefan chose option “B,”

which is to kill your girl.

- Stefan would never hurt Elena.
- You underestimate him.

Stefan headed to New York
without blinking an eye.

He jumped at the chance to murder Elena.

Okay...

fine.

Oh, my God.

- Happy?
- Yes,

and no.

She doesn't count.

She was essentially a good woman,

and her soul is of no use to me.

But I quite enjoyed watching you work.

I gave you three worthy kills.

You still have 97 to go.

And then you send Stefan home?

Oh, you misunderstand me.

Your quota is separate
from your brother's task.

You made your choice, he made his.

No. No, no, no.

No, no, no. I'll do anything you want...

- You stop him!
- The time for bargains is over.

Now get back to work.

- Wait, I'm coming with you.
- Sorry, Blondie.

You'll only slow me down
if I have to hurt him.

You know, it is so refreshing to know

that whatever you say
will not bother me.

Then why even answer my call?

Same reason people channel
surf when they're bored.

Just passing time while my new friend

fills out the paperwork.

Wait, you're doing paperwork?

Yep.

She had everything messengered over

from the county clerk's office,

and I will be on my way as soon

as she signs on the last dotted line.

- What are you talking about?
- Uh-uh-uh...

You have to notarize that page.

Where's your stamp?

So, Elena's here?

She's the reason you bought this house.

I had her moved

from the Brooklyn warehouse

after you and Damon went missing...

for her safety.

Heard your chat with Damon.

He's right.

It's not the time to be selfish.

Defeating Cade is more important.

We're so close to everything we wanted.

It's right here...

...and we can't have it.

Come here, luv.

I never get to have my chance.

Always give it up.

Always do the right thing...

for everyone else.

Do you want to keep the cure?

No. No, I want to help.

I want to use it on Cade.

It just sucks.

Your selflessness is part
of what makes you you.

And I will be by your side
no matter what happens.

I'm sorry I built up this whole future

that we might not get to see.

Bonnie... I'll still be in love with you

even if I stay a vampire.

We can still have our future.

We can live right here in this house.

We can cook dinner every
night in the kitchen.

Dance by the fire.

I'll play the guitar.

And I'll watch you grow old and gray.

Oh.

And you'll be as beautiful then...

...as you are now.

I don't need the cure to be happy.

I only need you.

Congratulations.

You are about to become a proud owner

of Bonnie Bennett's safe house.

Now, let's go try and save the world.

Enzo!

One more thing.

Will you do me a favor and invite me in?

I just sent the last guy home...

after compelling him to forget

today's not-so-happy hour.

Great. Now we can all pretend

like this day never happened...

except for the people who are dead.

You know what?

I have had a crappy couple of days.

I don't need you shoving
your judgment in my face.

I'm just being honest.

Okay? I'm hanging on by a thread.

This whole town's
hanging on by a thread.

This isn't the town
we grew up in anymore.

It's exactly the same
as it was back then.

We just didn't know any
better because we were kids,

playing games and burying old photos.

Adults hid the darkness from us, Matt.

We're the adults now.

And you're part of the darkness.

- That's not fair.
- Yeah, well, tell that

to the corpses you just
compelled everyone to forget.

That's not spiked with blood, is it?

No, no.

I'm not about that life,

not after what I saw today.

I'm sorry you got dragged into this.

No, don't be. I chose to be here.

Huh.

Weird. This last message

is in a completely different language.

What's it say?

I have no clue.

It's kind of like Latin,

also kind of Gothic...
maybe some old Prussian.

You know what? I have to check this,

and get some stuff from the library.

Um...

oh, I almost forgot.

I was geeking out with the
historical society today,

and, uh, they found another
Maxwell heirloom in the capsule.

You should have it.

I'll text you when I
get back to the Armory.

You're going back to
work? Do you ever sleep?

I'll sleep when I'm dead,

which will eventually
happen because I'm human.

I intend to stay that
way if I can help it.

Now, unless you're in a hovercraft,

you're not gonna catch me in time.

Donovan called in some favors.

NYPD's headed to the
warehouse right now.

Well, I'm not on my way to Brooklyn.

Elena is in upstate New York.

What...

how is that even possible?

That's where Bonnie hid her.

Where Bonnie hid her?

How would you even know that?

Damon, we work for a
psychic. Did you forget?

Cade told me he met Bonnie
this morning at a coffee shop

and read her mind.

That's where he saw the
address of the safe house.

It wasn't too difficult
to track down her realtor.

Although, that title deed
paperwork did take forever.

Come inside.

I invite you in.

It's no use, luv.

Look, we need to get the cure and go.

Can you manage?

I'll try.

Stefan...

- listen to me.
- Let me guess.

You're gonna appeal to my humanity

and my brotherly bond.

“Think about Elena.”
Blah, blah, blah.

You don't have to think about anything,

just turn around.

I'll meet you wherever you want.

Yeah? And then what?

Then, whatever anger
you're working through, man,

you can just take it out on me.

I am taking it out on you.

I'm on my way to murder Elena.

Stefan.

In fact, Waze says

I'll be there in five minutes.

You don't have to do this for Cade.

I'm not doing this for Cade.

I'm doing this for me.

What?!

When Cade first suggested
this idea, I was like,

“God, why didn't I think of that?”

Oh, I know why. Because
I've been too busy

taking care of my brother.

You don't have to take
care of me... ever again.

I got this. I'm good.

I'll take care of both of us, Stefan.

No, you won't, Damon.
You're not capable of it,

but you'll keep trying to
interfere with everything

as long as we're connected through her.

That is why I want Elena gone.

I swear to God, Stefan,
if you hurt her...

you are dead to me.

That's exactly my point.

I want to cause her death
so you can blame me for it...

because then you will finally
stop trying to save me...

and I will be free of you forever.

This is not the answer, man.

Leave Elena out of this.

I am begging you, Stefan.

Listen to yourself. You are pathetic.

She's the root of all your
problems, and therefore, mine.

I mean, she's still coming between us,

which is insane if you
really think about it

because, to be honest with you,
in the grand scheme of things,

she's really not that special.

She's just a stupid girl.

She's a stupid human girl
who will be so easy to kill.

Stefan.

She's already in her coffin,
prepped and ready to go.

I'm thinking something symbolic.

Maybe find a bathtub to drown her in.

Full circle kind of thing.

You can't do that. You won't.

Oh, yes, I can and I will...

and I can't wait.

Stefan.

Stefan!

You all right in there?

Yeah.

It just feels so weird

to be doing this to her.

I'm not exactly an
expert at drawing blood.

Nonsense.

I'm sure you're brilliant at it.

How much blood should I take?

Does the cure have a minimum dosage?

Do you think this is enough?

Enzo?

Really?

Let go of me.

What do you care what
happens to Elena, huh?

In a minute, you're
gonna be dead, anyway.

And you're gonna be human.

Enzo!