The Vampire Diaries (2009–2017): Season 8, Episode 3 - You Decided That I Was Worth Saving - full transcript
As Enzo continues to fight the control over him, Bonnie finds herself at the center of a deadly game and forced to make a heart wrenching decision involving two of the most important people in her life. At the Armory, Alaric researches a mysterious artifact that he hopes will help in their fight to get Damon and Enzo back. Finally, Damon's downward spiral leads him to Tyler Lockwood who attempts to talk some sense into him before it's too late.
- Previously on The Vampire Diaries...
- Caroline Elizabeth Forbes,
I want you to marry me.
- Yes.
- I've seen that symbol before.
I saw it when I was dead.
This thing that was delivered
with your vault inhabitant?
I think it was made in Hell.
ALARIC: Sirens use mind
control to lure their victims
to their death. Some say
they're messengers of the devil.
We are talking about a living,
breathing thing siren.
The more specific my thoughts are, the
more she can key in on me psychically.
- What does she want with you?
- She wants two loyal soldiers
to keep bringing her supper.
Well, my mind is bonded to hers.
Every moment we spend
together is another moment
she could discover how I feel about you.
Why haven't I seen her before?
- Damon's not gone.
- STEFAN: Yeah, he is. I saw it happen.
He belongs to the siren now.
- I'm Elena.
- I'm Damon.
Don't worry about your brother.
I've taken over
his last mental refuge.
I'm giving it a little remodel.
Hi. What's your name?
I'm Damon.
I'm Sybil.
(tires screech, engine revs)
(water splashes)
(coughs)
(echoing): Dad?
We're gonna be okay. I promise.
Dad!
(gasping)
♪ ♪
(indistinct radio chatter)
OFFICER: The car went off the bridge.
Sheriff, we found the third victim.
Was it an accident?
That doesn't look good.
OFFICER: We'll need to drag the river.
Three bodies recovered.
(indistinct chatter continuing)
Confirm three fatalities.
Grayson, Miranda...
and Elena Gilbert.
OFFICER: It's the Gilberts.
That's so sad.
Did you know her?
No, I never met her.
Guess now you never will.
(grunting)
Just turn it off.
It's a little bitty
humanity switch right at
the back of your noggin.
I've got big plans for you
and it'll streamline the
whole process if your emotions
aren't riding shotgun.
Come on, Enzo. Room
service is getting cold.
Well, if you're feeling peckish,
don't let me stop you.
(grunts)
Look at Damon over there. He's got
the right idea. He's happy.
Bored, actually.
Just kill him.
SYBIL: In three millennia,
I have a pretty unblemished record
when it comes to controlling men.
50,000 to zero...
Give or take a few Peloponnesians...
And I'm not about to add one
to the loss column just because
he doesn't feel like submitting.
DAMON: Well, he's a tough nut crack.
70 years in a cage'll do that to you,
and you're just building up
his tolerance for torture.
(exhales)
Well I've got a pretty full itinerary,
so I guess we're just gonna have to
move on to Plan “B.”
"B" as in "Bonnie."
Which will be about as
effective as Plan "A."
She means nothing to me.
SYBIL: Is that so?
I guess we'll find out.
- Damon?
- Hmm?
Would you do me a favor
and kill Bonnie Bennett?
Sure.
(chuckles softly)
Surprise!
- Bonnie, what the...
- (laughing)
You are engaged,
and we are celebrating.
(giggles) First,
we're gonna drink too much champagne.
And then, I am taking
you wedding dress shopping.
I know it's a little early,
but you're gonna try on
thousands of dresses before
you find the perfect one,
so we may as well start now.
Bonnie, look,
I love you, and this is amazing,
but you don't have to put on
a happy face for me right now.
I'm not putting it on.
I'm not, I'm happy for you.
I promise. Care, you asked me
to be your bridesmaid
when we were ten years old.
You've been waiting for
this your whole life.
I'm happy for you.
I swear.
(cork hits wall, both yell and laugh)
Okay, but I promise
we are going to find Enzo
and you two are gonna be happy
and you're gonna get
married on the top of
- the Eiffel Tower...
- First things first,
planning your June wedding.
Oh, my God.
Yes! The June wedding!
The June wedding.
(both laugh)
And...
You snuck into my house and
found my old wedding book?
How else was I gonna
out-Caroline-Forbes Caroline Forbes?
Bonnie, this is amazing.
You're amazing.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
I'm getting married!
Yay!
(laughter)
Okay, now that I have a
drink in you, I have to ask.
Mm-hmm?
How did Ric take the news?
Seriously, I'm fine with it.
Yeah, Caroline said you were,
but I just wanted to talk to
you myself, that's all.
(chuckles)
Well, I got two unused
flower girl dresses
I'll sell you cheap.
(scoffs)
- Come on, man.
- (door opens and closes)
Don't make me work this hard to show you
I'm fine with it. Really.
Yeah, he's fine with it.
Hey, uh, why don't you guys go
get set up in the office, okay?
Nanny had the morning off
so I had to work from home.
Got them digging through
miles of arcane siren research.
And what do they, uh,
think that they're doing?
- Earning extra credit.
- Ah.
Helping me with an urgent
publishing deadline.
And how's that deadline coming along?
Caroline said you
might've figured out how
the, uh, Armory captured the siren
in the first place.
Well, if by "figured out"
you mean wild speculation
based on centuries-old
circumstantial evidence...
I think they may have used this.
Would it be going out
on a limb to say that
we stab her with it?
Possibly.
We're dealing with
something that has the power
of mind control.
We get close to her
and we're wrong?
Then we're hers.
♪ Do I look lonely ♪
Let's talk silhouettes.
Focus on A-lines and sheaths.
I'm open to trumpets,
but easy on the volume.
Less dress, more bride.
- Exactly. Thank you.
- Okay.
You're welcome. I'll be right back.
Now, let's get to work
finding you the perfect
maid of honor dress.
Aw, I'd be honored to be your...
maid of honor.
- (chuckles)
- And not just because
my main competition
is in a coma till I die.
(chuckles) Good.
Because I'm going to do everything
within my bridal power
to make sure you and Enzo
live happily ever after.
I've got killer aim...
and no qualms about
rigging the bouquet toss.
(chuckles) You ready?
Yup.
Catch!
Damon, what are you...
Bonnie, run.
Oh, looks like little
brother's getting married, huh?
Consider this my RSVP.
(grunts)
Bonnie?
I can hear your broken little
heart beating, Bonnie.
Oh, poor Bon-bon.
Literally always the bridesmaid.
Never the bride.
(yells)
(grunting)
(groans)
(Damon groans)
So, you got beat up by a girl?
Two girls, if we're counting.
What's so funny?
Just admiring the ladies' craftsmanship.
No.
That look tells me
that you know something I should know,
but you don't want me to know.
And you know how I feel about secrets.
(groans)
Looks like someone forgot to mention
that you and Bonnie
have quite the history.
No wonder your heart wasn't in it.
Well,
we'll see what we can do about that.
Mm...
- Oh, see how scared you are?
- Just leave me alone or I'll scream.
(screams) I know what you are, Damon.
One more move and I'm gonna take you out.
- DAMON: I can make it final.
- BONNIE: Everything that happens
- is his fault.
- DAMON: You know I needed motivation.
- You need motivation.
- Get out!
Whoa.
That's a lot of bad road between you two.
What am I missing?
Oh, wait.
There it is.
Mm-hmm, got it.
BONNIE: I'm sure there are a million people
we'd both rather be with right now,
but...
Couple thousand at most.
Do you think it'll hurt?
DAMON: I don't know.
Mm.
Much better.
Now...
...we have work to do.
Stefan, if Damon wants me dead,
then I'm dead.
Why is he coming after ya?
It makes no sense.
None of it makes sense.
But we're gonna need
weapons, lots of them.
(sighs) The throne is empty.
Right. Yeah, sorry, I was child-proofing.
But the crossbows are still in the library.
Listen, I'm gonna try to track Damon,
and with any luck,
the drone will lead us back to the queen.
And when you find her?
Ric's still working on that part.
Your deadline just got moved up.
You don't have days.
You have hours.
Do you think we can get away
with not inviting Damon to the wedding?
I mean, even if we do save him?
He's gonna be your brother-in-law.
And, likely, Stefan's best man.
Sorry.
(sighs) Fine, fine.
But he is not sitting at the head table.
Where is all the ammo?
(phone ringing, vibrating)
Calling me from your own phone.
Gutsy.
What makes you think I won't
use it to track you down?
No need... I'm at the high school.
Why would you tell me that?
Because I'm gonna need a favor,
little brother.
And what would that be?
Whatever desire you have to save me,
I kind of need that right now.
I'm starting to consider
a destination wedding.
Try finding a Mystic Falls venue
that hasn't been the site
of a horrible atrocity.
Hi, Bonnie.
I'm Sybil.
So glad to finally meet you.
This is really nice work.
Caroline, is it?
I'm not sure about
riding in on the unicorn,
but I love this charmeuse and
the tiara design is exquisite.
Yeah well, I made that in the
sixth grade, so congratulations.
You have the fashion
sense of an 11-year-old.
I just want to know where Bonnie's is.
Scrapbooking's not really my thing.
- What do you want?
- Simple.
I want to know what makes you so special.
What is it about you
that has Enzo and Damon
wrapped around those flawlessly manicured
little fingers? I mean, I get Enzo.
The accent, the star-crossed
witch-vampire thing.
No...
it's the Damon of it all
that has me so stumped.
Did you guys ever...
you know...
No.
All that time, alone in a prison world.
Same day on repeat.
You must've done something to break
up the brain-numbing monotony.
No.
Seriously?
Look, you are gorgeous.
I can admit that, I'm not blind.
And neither is Damon.
Who, in case you haven't noticed, ladies,
is scorching. I mean... (scoffs)
...you can't spell Damon without "damn."
Strictly platonic?
Really?
Wow.
Good for you.
That doesn't explain how you inspire
so much devotion in two men
who are supposed to be
completely devoted to me.
So why don't you sit down
and we'll have a little
heart-to-heart?
I can make you.
But it's excruciatingly painful.
And it'll mess up your hair.
GEORGIE: There's nothing
in the historical records
about a weapon like this.
Please tell me there's a "but".
But I have a theory.
Okay. So...
assuming that the symbol etched into it
has a connection to hell,
what's the first thing you
think of when you think of hell?
The devil, right?
And what's the most common
visual representation
of the devil?
Uh, a man in a red suit.
Pointy tail.
- With a pitchfork.
- Ding-ding-ding.
Okay, in the medieval tradition,
the pitchfork symbolized
the separation of the
wheat from the chaff.
Which was obviously a metaphor
for good souls going to
heaven and garbage souls going
to the big fiery basement.
Well, shouldn't that have three tines?
Not in 2200 B.C. when it was forged.
The soil around the
Mediterranean was rocky.
So their pitchforks only had two.
Okay, well that's all very interesting,
but that doesn't tell us anything
about its connection to the sirens,
- how we'd use it...
- We?
Why would we use it? Like this is real?
As in some sort of magical weapon?
- Come on, you know what I mean.
- No.
Actually, I don't.
You sure this is for a book?
'Cause you're treating it
like lives are at stake.
Worse.
Tenure, okay?
Now, keep digging.
Look if this is all some
sort of an elaborate trap,
we might as well skip to the
part where you spring it.
No trap, elaborate or otherwise.
I just need your help.
With what?
I can't tell you.
No, I mean I literally can't tell you.
I can't physically make
myself form the words.
That's the thing about Sybil,
she's not big on free will.
She kind of LoJacked my brain.
Whenever I try and form the words
to tell you what's going on,
it just comes out applesauce penguin.
Well, if you cant tell me how to
save you, then I'm at a loss,
because I'm running out of ways
to pull you back from the brink.
Sounds suspiciously like
someone's given up.
Not yet.
But I'm not about to let Elena wake up
to find out you murdered her best friend.
This isn't for Bonnie.
Then, who's it for?
♪ ♪
So, Bonnie, what's your secret?
What did Damon and Enzo see in you?
I have no idea.
Oh, come on, Bonnie.
- Surely you can think of something.
- You know,
whatever you're trying to do here,
it's not going to work.
You're not going to get what you want.
Something you should know about Bonnie
is that she is fiercely loyal
and she would do anything
for the people she loves.
Really?
Now that is something we can work with.
So you would do anything
for Damon and Enzo?
Like, anything anything?
I mean, how far would you really go?
What if you had to choose between them?
(chuckles)
Here's the thing, ladies.
I need two loyal soldiers,
and these two can't seem to
cut loose from their ties
to the past.
It's working my last nerve.
So, I realized,
I really only need one of them.
The other will die
and live an eternity of
darkness and pain.
(chuckles)
So...
Bonnie gets to choose.
- You're crazy.
- No.
I'm just very old,
very set in my ways and very annoyed.
Choose.
I get it. You're jealous.
You see a love that you didn't
have to siren someone into.
A love that isn't all about you.
You're threatened.
So, naturally you have to destroy it
in the most sadistic game
you can imagine. Forget it.
Not playing.
You're no fun.
You know what was fun?
Ancient Rome.
(chuckles)
The Colosseum.
Gladiators.
Sweaty, oiled-up men
hurling themselves at each other.
So hot.
You'll see what I mean soon enough.
In exactly 12 minutes,
Damon and Enzo will fight to the death.
They don't have a choice.
I've willed it so.
One of them will lose.
So, if you're not gonna choose,
then I guess we'll just let the boys
settle it amongst themselves.
ALARIC: All right,
I didn't cut them into star shapes
like Seline does,
but I've got some really cool
- square shapes for you.
- JOSIE: I had it first.
- But I had it first. I had it.
- Girls.
Lizzie...
Put that down, right now.
But Daddy, I had it first.
I said drop it.
(clatters, reverberates)
(screaming) Daddy, make it stop!
Daddy! Daddy!
(reverberating stops)
ALARIC: Shh...
Oh, my God. Are they okay?
Did they cut themselves?
I'm so sorry I left that out.
It's okay.
You were right about that
being a pitchfork.
Literally.
Emphasis on "pitch."
It's a tuning fork.
(soft beeping)
Why does the car keep
making that infernal noise?
Oh, it's reminding you
to put your seatbelt on.
Well, you can remind
it that I'm immortal.
And this is how you
choose to spend that gift.
You just escaped over
200 years of captivity.
Why aren't you on a beach in Saint-Tropez
sirening Channing Tatum
to give you foot massages?
♪ ♪
No offense, but you got to admit
that seems a little small for
a mythological creature of your stature.
That's only 'cause you don't know what
awesomeness awaits you.
Now step on it.
We don't want to miss round one.
(phone chimes)
That's what this is about?
You two fight each other to the death?
Well, I don't know about
the "each other" part.
Which is why I brought
you along as a second.
So you don't want me to
help you fight Sybil.
You actually want me to
help you fight Enzo?
- Yeah, hardly a fair fight at that.
- Hey, man.
Nowhere in Sybil's fine print did it say
anything at all about no backup.
And it's not my fault you
don't have any friends
- to stand up for you.
- Oh, yes, yes.
How naive of me to think
that you were my friend.
I tried to be your friend, Enzo.
Tried to convince you to give yourself
- over to Sybil.
- Hey. If Enzo
can fight this, why can't you, Damon?
'Cause it's pointless, Stefan.
We are in this mess
because he refuses to accept that.
But if he'd just sign over his pink slip
to Sybil, we wouldn't be here.
You can't kill Enzo.
Bonnie would never forgive you.
Oh, don't bother, mate.
She's been messing around
in the recesses of his brain,
toying with the safe
places in his subconscious.
Lord only knows the damage she's done.
("Missile" by Dorothy begins)
SYBIL: Five minutes.
This is so exciting.
Oh, come on, what happened to all that
sassy backtalk?
Oh, right.
It's probably easier to talk tough
when you had your magic to back it up.
What's wrong?
Somebody feeling powerless right now?
But here's the ray of sunshine.
You actually have all the power.
Just say the word, and you can decide
who gets to live and who gets to spend
the rest of eternity in
never-ending emotional torment.
Oh, you guys know about that,
right?
They're homicidal monsters.
They have done the
worst things imaginable.
Where do you think
they're gonna end up?
Some cloud-filled afterlife?
(laughs): No.
They're going to the other place,
where all they will know
is loneliness and despair
forever and ever and ever.
DAMON: You two forget that
I don't care about anything anymore.
♪ Love is destruction ♪
I'm just trying to stay alive.
He and I both know
what awaits us if we don't.
♪ I am a missile ♪
SYBIL: What about you, Caroline?
What do you think Bonnie should do?
(grunts)
(whooshing)
(whooshing stops)
(laughs)
Oh, you think Stefan is
gonna swoop in and save Bonnie
from having to make such
an untenable choice.
(laughs)
That's putting a lot of
faith in your fiancé.
Enzo... you need to run.
Afraid I don't have enough free will
left in the tank for that.
Stefan...
what are you doing?
I didn't bring you here
to be Switzerland.
SYBIL: When Damon and Enzo
start tearing each other apart,
do you really think Stefan is
gonna let Enzo kill his brother?
No. He's gonna choose Damon.
DAMON: I brought you here
because you are my brother.
When that clock strikes 3:00,
I'm gonna be counting on you
to remember that.
SYBIL: Aw.
Poor Enzo.
Nobody's choosing him.
You're not even choosing him, Bonnie.
Are you just gonna sit there
and allow Enzo to die?
No.
(Bonnie grunts, tires screech)
(yells)
You okay?
Oh. Yeah.
She's not dead.
Guess now she has to walk.
(alarm sounds)
(grunting)
I am not
- letting you two kill each other.
- (grunts)
You think I want this?
He's not gonna stop, Stefan.
But I will put him down if I have to.
If you get in my way,
I will kill you, too.
(fighting, grunting)
(high-pitched tone sounding)
♪ ♪
(woman vocalizing)
We'll make it in time.
No, Sybil's right.
Stefan's gonna protect
Damon no matter what.
I can't help him.
I have no power.
She's right.
There is no one who can fight for him.
All right, kids are at the neighbors',
Seline should be here in a half hour.
Tell her there's something
I have to take care of.
Yeah? There a giant piano
out of tune somewhere?
You know, Ric,
I could actually help you a lot better
with your "book," or
whatever that's code for,
if you just told me
what's really going on.
You're right. I'm actually
taking this to go do battle
with a mythical creature
from the ancient world.
Wish me luck.
(door closes)
(grunts)
(yells)
(groaning)
(both grunting)
(groans)
(squishing sound, Damon straining)
Little help over here, brother.
- I can't let you do that.
- Caroline, stay out of this.
I promised Bonnie.
(bones crack, body thuds on floor)
(grunts, body thuds on floor)
(grunting)
(Enzo yells)
(squishing sound, Enzo groaning)
God...
BONNIE: Damon, no.
Damon?
Please.
Please fight through this.
(squishing)
(continues groaning)
I know you can.
Damon, he's your friend.
Stop!
SYBIL: He can't.
The only one that can stop him is you.
Choose.
(both groaning)
Please, Damon. Damon!
Damon, don't make me do this.
Sorry, not sorry, Bon.
(cries out)
I choose Enzo!
- What?
- SYBIL: Damon?
Kindly remove your hand,
without the gentleman's
heart in it.
(exhales)
(Enzo groans)
DAMON: No. Bonnie,
don't do this to me.
I know that somewhere deep down,
there's still some part of you left.
She couldn't have stripped it all away.
You're...
obnoxiously too stubborn
to let that happen.
I know my friend is still in there,
and I'm gonna have to live with that.
I just can't let him die.
I choose Enzo.
Oof, I'm getting all weepy.
So touching.
So raw.
DAMON: I know where I'm going when I die.
You can't send me there.
I'll fight every one of you.
SYBIL: Hmm.
So Bonnie can't live without Enzo.
And clearly,
Stefan can't live without Damon.
But nobody's bothered
to ask me what I want.
You're the only one
that's truly committed
around here, Damon.
You're an asset.
Enzo's nothing but a burden.
So...
I guess my only real problem
is with you, Bonnie.
You chose wrong.
Which is why I'm gonna
have Damon kill you.
What?
(giggles)
Damon kills Bonnie, I'll kill you,
and then we can all
get on with our lives.
Unless... you give me what I want.
Turn off your humanity,
pledge your loyalty to me,
and then we can all go home happy.
Pinkie swear.
Don't trust her.
(soft chuckle)
Sorry, love.
I'm not seeing many other options.
BONNIE: Enzo.
Don't.
Yes, Enzo, do.
You know you want to.
Come on, this is mercy.
You've seen what happens when you die.
What if your precious
Bonnie is due the same fate?
Save yourself.
Save your one true love.
Do it.
- Bonnie, Bonnie...
- What are you doing?
...if anyone can pull me back
from the precipice, it's you.
I know you can.
No.
No.
No, no.
No.
No.
No, no.
(giggles)
Finally.
Now, was that so hard?
Oh, one last thing,
would you mind if I took back
my promise to spare Bonnie's life?
No objections here.
(soft gasp)
You're the best.
Bonnie,
I'm gonna count down from ten,
and then I'm gonna let Damon
finish what he started.
Ten.
Nine.
Enzo, you sure you don't mind
if Damon rips your girlfriend to shreds?
- No.
- (gasps)
Eight.
So much for your indomitable
love.
Seven. Looks like
Enzo's not gonna help you.
Six.
Pretty sure Stefan and Caroline
won't be much help, either.
Five. Bonnie, you really
should be running now. Four.
(gasps)
(yells) Damon, Stop!
Please.
You've got one last decision
to make, Bonnie.
It's a multiple choice.
Neck snap,
heart rip, or just good,
old-fashioned tear your throat out?
(tires squeal, thudding)
SYBIL: I don't know who
you are, but...
(high-pitched tone echoes)
(yelling)
(yells)
(groans)
(bones cracking)
Damon, it's over.
You're free now.
I wish that were the case, Stefan,
but my work with her is
just getting started.
What work?
What does she want with you?
Applesauce penguin, brother.
(car engine starts)
(engine revving)
(crickets chirping)
Maybe now we'll get some answers.
You sure you can handle Enzo?
I'll be fine.
You know, if you need my help
with getting him to the cabin...
I said I'll be fine.
Okay.
If it were up to you,
you would have picked Damon.
(sighs)
Yes.
And you would've done it knowing
that Enzo was the one fighting Sybil.
The one risking his life to help us.
- Yes.
- Let me ask you something.
What has Damon done?
Besides give up.
She doesn't mean that. She's just upset.
I'm gonna go stay with Bonnie tonight.
She needs me.
This has all been a lot for her.
I hated us being on the opposite
side of the fight today.
- I had to.
- I know.
I know what you had to do.
But I hated it.
I hate all this.
(sighs)
I hate it, too.
STEFAN: Dear Elena,
where to begin?
♪ ♪
Looks like you could use that.
- Thanks.
- Just trying to
figure out a fresh new way
to deliver the same bad news.
Well, I think your engagement
would qualify as good news.
I'm pretty sure I forgot
to say congratulations
- earlier.
- Thanks.
Though I'm not sure today's how I wanted
to spend the first day of it.
Not to mention my best man just tried
to take out a good chunk
of the wedding party.
BARTENDER: Here you go.
You can leave the bottle.
Thanks.
You know, I never had a brother.
Uh, Damon was the closest thing.
And I have to believe
that if you have gotten him back before,
there has got to be a way
to do it again.
I don't know. This is different.
I've never seen him like this before.
I really hoped that
when we put Sybil down,
it'd break whatever
control she had over him.
That he'd go back to being
whatever Damon's
version of normal is again.
But somehow, some way,
she still has ahold of him.
♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh... ♪
(high-pitched tone sounding)
♪ Mm, mm, mm, mm... ♪
(high-pitched tone sounding)
♪ Hey, Joe ♪
♪ I heard you shot your old lady down ♪
♪ You shot her down to the ground ♪
(whistling)
♪ Yes, I did, I shot her ♪
♪ You know I caught her messin'
'round town... ♪
- I didn't know you cooked.
- Listen,
you're gonna be here all the time,
I am gonna need to get
some more pancake batter.
Well, I'm only here because
you obviously want me here.
I think you've seen the light, Damon.
You know that true devotion
to me is the only way
to save you from that
which you fear the most.
But we still have a lot of work to do.
Oh, yeah?
What else is there to do?
You still have too many attachments.
Too many people willing to fight for you.
They still believe you can be saved.
We should work on that.
What do they call it?
Changing hearts and minds?
♪ Hey, Joe... ♪
Are you all right?
♪ I heard you shot your mama down... ♪
Damon?
Lockwood.
- ♪ Hey, Joe... ♪
- (Damon groans)
Heard you haven't been yourself lately.
Oh, I am who I've always been.
Just got to keep proving it.
Your fight's not with me, man.
♪ Yes, I did, I shot her ♪
♪ And I gave her the gun ♪
♪ I shot her... ♪
- (grunts)
- Nice hardware.
(groans)
Armory standard issue?
You kill me, you can say
good-bye to everything.
No one forgives you for this.
I think we're way past that.
(grunts)
You have another option.
Walk away.
Fight whatever it is she wants you to do
and get your life back.
Walk away, Damon.
Think about what you want
at the end of it all.
- Think about who you want.
- That's the problem.
I don't want any of it anymore.
That's a lie. Is it?
I wouldn't even know.
Okay, then. Do it.
If this is it, if this is the way I go out,
then let me go out as the face
that you can never erase from your brain.
The face that reminds you,
to the end of time,
of the moment you gave up.
The moment you threw away
everything you've ever wanted...
to be a siren's little bitch.
Or maybe this'll be the
thing that wakes you up.
And then maybe both our
lives will be worth something
at the end of it all.
So, go ahead.
Do it.
Tear me apart.
♪ Hey, Joe ♪
♪ You better run on down ♪
♪ Good-bye, everybody ♪
Do it!
♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh... ♪
Damon?
- (snarls)
- Damon, wait!
(growling)
(groaning)
♪ Ah, ah, ah. ♪
- Caroline Elizabeth Forbes,
I want you to marry me.
- Yes.
- I've seen that symbol before.
I saw it when I was dead.
This thing that was delivered
with your vault inhabitant?
I think it was made in Hell.
ALARIC: Sirens use mind
control to lure their victims
to their death. Some say
they're messengers of the devil.
We are talking about a living,
breathing thing siren.
The more specific my thoughts are, the
more she can key in on me psychically.
- What does she want with you?
- She wants two loyal soldiers
to keep bringing her supper.
Well, my mind is bonded to hers.
Every moment we spend
together is another moment
she could discover how I feel about you.
Why haven't I seen her before?
- Damon's not gone.
- STEFAN: Yeah, he is. I saw it happen.
He belongs to the siren now.
- I'm Elena.
- I'm Damon.
Don't worry about your brother.
I've taken over
his last mental refuge.
I'm giving it a little remodel.
Hi. What's your name?
I'm Damon.
I'm Sybil.
(tires screech, engine revs)
(water splashes)
(coughs)
(echoing): Dad?
We're gonna be okay. I promise.
Dad!
(gasping)
♪ ♪
(indistinct radio chatter)
OFFICER: The car went off the bridge.
Sheriff, we found the third victim.
Was it an accident?
That doesn't look good.
OFFICER: We'll need to drag the river.
Three bodies recovered.
(indistinct chatter continuing)
Confirm three fatalities.
Grayson, Miranda...
and Elena Gilbert.
OFFICER: It's the Gilberts.
That's so sad.
Did you know her?
No, I never met her.
Guess now you never will.
(grunting)
Just turn it off.
It's a little bitty
humanity switch right at
the back of your noggin.
I've got big plans for you
and it'll streamline the
whole process if your emotions
aren't riding shotgun.
Come on, Enzo. Room
service is getting cold.
Well, if you're feeling peckish,
don't let me stop you.
(grunts)
Look at Damon over there. He's got
the right idea. He's happy.
Bored, actually.
Just kill him.
SYBIL: In three millennia,
I have a pretty unblemished record
when it comes to controlling men.
50,000 to zero...
Give or take a few Peloponnesians...
And I'm not about to add one
to the loss column just because
he doesn't feel like submitting.
DAMON: Well, he's a tough nut crack.
70 years in a cage'll do that to you,
and you're just building up
his tolerance for torture.
(exhales)
Well I've got a pretty full itinerary,
so I guess we're just gonna have to
move on to Plan “B.”
"B" as in "Bonnie."
Which will be about as
effective as Plan "A."
She means nothing to me.
SYBIL: Is that so?
I guess we'll find out.
- Damon?
- Hmm?
Would you do me a favor
and kill Bonnie Bennett?
Sure.
(chuckles softly)
Surprise!
- Bonnie, what the...
- (laughing)
You are engaged,
and we are celebrating.
(giggles) First,
we're gonna drink too much champagne.
And then, I am taking
you wedding dress shopping.
I know it's a little early,
but you're gonna try on
thousands of dresses before
you find the perfect one,
so we may as well start now.
Bonnie, look,
I love you, and this is amazing,
but you don't have to put on
a happy face for me right now.
I'm not putting it on.
I'm not, I'm happy for you.
I promise. Care, you asked me
to be your bridesmaid
when we were ten years old.
You've been waiting for
this your whole life.
I'm happy for you.
I swear.
(cork hits wall, both yell and laugh)
Okay, but I promise
we are going to find Enzo
and you two are gonna be happy
and you're gonna get
married on the top of
- the Eiffel Tower...
- First things first,
planning your June wedding.
Oh, my God.
Yes! The June wedding!
The June wedding.
(both laugh)
And...
You snuck into my house and
found my old wedding book?
How else was I gonna
out-Caroline-Forbes Caroline Forbes?
Bonnie, this is amazing.
You're amazing.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
I'm getting married!
Yay!
(laughter)
Okay, now that I have a
drink in you, I have to ask.
Mm-hmm?
How did Ric take the news?
Seriously, I'm fine with it.
Yeah, Caroline said you were,
but I just wanted to talk to
you myself, that's all.
(chuckles)
Well, I got two unused
flower girl dresses
I'll sell you cheap.
(scoffs)
- Come on, man.
- (door opens and closes)
Don't make me work this hard to show you
I'm fine with it. Really.
Yeah, he's fine with it.
Hey, uh, why don't you guys go
get set up in the office, okay?
Nanny had the morning off
so I had to work from home.
Got them digging through
miles of arcane siren research.
And what do they, uh,
think that they're doing?
- Earning extra credit.
- Ah.
Helping me with an urgent
publishing deadline.
And how's that deadline coming along?
Caroline said you
might've figured out how
the, uh, Armory captured the siren
in the first place.
Well, if by "figured out"
you mean wild speculation
based on centuries-old
circumstantial evidence...
I think they may have used this.
Would it be going out
on a limb to say that
we stab her with it?
Possibly.
We're dealing with
something that has the power
of mind control.
We get close to her
and we're wrong?
Then we're hers.
♪ Do I look lonely ♪
Let's talk silhouettes.
Focus on A-lines and sheaths.
I'm open to trumpets,
but easy on the volume.
Less dress, more bride.
- Exactly. Thank you.
- Okay.
You're welcome. I'll be right back.
Now, let's get to work
finding you the perfect
maid of honor dress.
Aw, I'd be honored to be your...
maid of honor.
- (chuckles)
- And not just because
my main competition
is in a coma till I die.
(chuckles) Good.
Because I'm going to do everything
within my bridal power
to make sure you and Enzo
live happily ever after.
I've got killer aim...
and no qualms about
rigging the bouquet toss.
(chuckles) You ready?
Yup.
Catch!
Damon, what are you...
Bonnie, run.
Oh, looks like little
brother's getting married, huh?
Consider this my RSVP.
(grunts)
Bonnie?
I can hear your broken little
heart beating, Bonnie.
Oh, poor Bon-bon.
Literally always the bridesmaid.
Never the bride.
(yells)
(grunting)
(groans)
(Damon groans)
So, you got beat up by a girl?
Two girls, if we're counting.
What's so funny?
Just admiring the ladies' craftsmanship.
No.
That look tells me
that you know something I should know,
but you don't want me to know.
And you know how I feel about secrets.
(groans)
Looks like someone forgot to mention
that you and Bonnie
have quite the history.
No wonder your heart wasn't in it.
Well,
we'll see what we can do about that.
Mm...
- Oh, see how scared you are?
- Just leave me alone or I'll scream.
(screams) I know what you are, Damon.
One more move and I'm gonna take you out.
- DAMON: I can make it final.
- BONNIE: Everything that happens
- is his fault.
- DAMON: You know I needed motivation.
- You need motivation.
- Get out!
Whoa.
That's a lot of bad road between you two.
What am I missing?
Oh, wait.
There it is.
Mm-hmm, got it.
BONNIE: I'm sure there are a million people
we'd both rather be with right now,
but...
Couple thousand at most.
Do you think it'll hurt?
DAMON: I don't know.
Mm.
Much better.
Now...
...we have work to do.
Stefan, if Damon wants me dead,
then I'm dead.
Why is he coming after ya?
It makes no sense.
None of it makes sense.
But we're gonna need
weapons, lots of them.
(sighs) The throne is empty.
Right. Yeah, sorry, I was child-proofing.
But the crossbows are still in the library.
Listen, I'm gonna try to track Damon,
and with any luck,
the drone will lead us back to the queen.
And when you find her?
Ric's still working on that part.
Your deadline just got moved up.
You don't have days.
You have hours.
Do you think we can get away
with not inviting Damon to the wedding?
I mean, even if we do save him?
He's gonna be your brother-in-law.
And, likely, Stefan's best man.
Sorry.
(sighs) Fine, fine.
But he is not sitting at the head table.
Where is all the ammo?
(phone ringing, vibrating)
Calling me from your own phone.
Gutsy.
What makes you think I won't
use it to track you down?
No need... I'm at the high school.
Why would you tell me that?
Because I'm gonna need a favor,
little brother.
And what would that be?
Whatever desire you have to save me,
I kind of need that right now.
I'm starting to consider
a destination wedding.
Try finding a Mystic Falls venue
that hasn't been the site
of a horrible atrocity.
Hi, Bonnie.
I'm Sybil.
So glad to finally meet you.
This is really nice work.
Caroline, is it?
I'm not sure about
riding in on the unicorn,
but I love this charmeuse and
the tiara design is exquisite.
Yeah well, I made that in the
sixth grade, so congratulations.
You have the fashion
sense of an 11-year-old.
I just want to know where Bonnie's is.
Scrapbooking's not really my thing.
- What do you want?
- Simple.
I want to know what makes you so special.
What is it about you
that has Enzo and Damon
wrapped around those flawlessly manicured
little fingers? I mean, I get Enzo.
The accent, the star-crossed
witch-vampire thing.
No...
it's the Damon of it all
that has me so stumped.
Did you guys ever...
you know...
No.
All that time, alone in a prison world.
Same day on repeat.
You must've done something to break
up the brain-numbing monotony.
No.
Seriously?
Look, you are gorgeous.
I can admit that, I'm not blind.
And neither is Damon.
Who, in case you haven't noticed, ladies,
is scorching. I mean... (scoffs)
...you can't spell Damon without "damn."
Strictly platonic?
Really?
Wow.
Good for you.
That doesn't explain how you inspire
so much devotion in two men
who are supposed to be
completely devoted to me.
So why don't you sit down
and we'll have a little
heart-to-heart?
I can make you.
But it's excruciatingly painful.
And it'll mess up your hair.
GEORGIE: There's nothing
in the historical records
about a weapon like this.
Please tell me there's a "but".
But I have a theory.
Okay. So...
assuming that the symbol etched into it
has a connection to hell,
what's the first thing you
think of when you think of hell?
The devil, right?
And what's the most common
visual representation
of the devil?
Uh, a man in a red suit.
Pointy tail.
- With a pitchfork.
- Ding-ding-ding.
Okay, in the medieval tradition,
the pitchfork symbolized
the separation of the
wheat from the chaff.
Which was obviously a metaphor
for good souls going to
heaven and garbage souls going
to the big fiery basement.
Well, shouldn't that have three tines?
Not in 2200 B.C. when it was forged.
The soil around the
Mediterranean was rocky.
So their pitchforks only had two.
Okay, well that's all very interesting,
but that doesn't tell us anything
about its connection to the sirens,
- how we'd use it...
- We?
Why would we use it? Like this is real?
As in some sort of magical weapon?
- Come on, you know what I mean.
- No.
Actually, I don't.
You sure this is for a book?
'Cause you're treating it
like lives are at stake.
Worse.
Tenure, okay?
Now, keep digging.
Look if this is all some
sort of an elaborate trap,
we might as well skip to the
part where you spring it.
No trap, elaborate or otherwise.
I just need your help.
With what?
I can't tell you.
No, I mean I literally can't tell you.
I can't physically make
myself form the words.
That's the thing about Sybil,
she's not big on free will.
She kind of LoJacked my brain.
Whenever I try and form the words
to tell you what's going on,
it just comes out applesauce penguin.
Well, if you cant tell me how to
save you, then I'm at a loss,
because I'm running out of ways
to pull you back from the brink.
Sounds suspiciously like
someone's given up.
Not yet.
But I'm not about to let Elena wake up
to find out you murdered her best friend.
This isn't for Bonnie.
Then, who's it for?
♪ ♪
So, Bonnie, what's your secret?
What did Damon and Enzo see in you?
I have no idea.
Oh, come on, Bonnie.
- Surely you can think of something.
- You know,
whatever you're trying to do here,
it's not going to work.
You're not going to get what you want.
Something you should know about Bonnie
is that she is fiercely loyal
and she would do anything
for the people she loves.
Really?
Now that is something we can work with.
So you would do anything
for Damon and Enzo?
Like, anything anything?
I mean, how far would you really go?
What if you had to choose between them?
(chuckles)
Here's the thing, ladies.
I need two loyal soldiers,
and these two can't seem to
cut loose from their ties
to the past.
It's working my last nerve.
So, I realized,
I really only need one of them.
The other will die
and live an eternity of
darkness and pain.
(chuckles)
So...
Bonnie gets to choose.
- You're crazy.
- No.
I'm just very old,
very set in my ways and very annoyed.
Choose.
I get it. You're jealous.
You see a love that you didn't
have to siren someone into.
A love that isn't all about you.
You're threatened.
So, naturally you have to destroy it
in the most sadistic game
you can imagine. Forget it.
Not playing.
You're no fun.
You know what was fun?
Ancient Rome.
(chuckles)
The Colosseum.
Gladiators.
Sweaty, oiled-up men
hurling themselves at each other.
So hot.
You'll see what I mean soon enough.
In exactly 12 minutes,
Damon and Enzo will fight to the death.
They don't have a choice.
I've willed it so.
One of them will lose.
So, if you're not gonna choose,
then I guess we'll just let the boys
settle it amongst themselves.
ALARIC: All right,
I didn't cut them into star shapes
like Seline does,
but I've got some really cool
- square shapes for you.
- JOSIE: I had it first.
- But I had it first. I had it.
- Girls.
Lizzie...
Put that down, right now.
But Daddy, I had it first.
I said drop it.
(clatters, reverberates)
(screaming) Daddy, make it stop!
Daddy! Daddy!
(reverberating stops)
ALARIC: Shh...
Oh, my God. Are they okay?
Did they cut themselves?
I'm so sorry I left that out.
It's okay.
You were right about that
being a pitchfork.
Literally.
Emphasis on "pitch."
It's a tuning fork.
(soft beeping)
Why does the car keep
making that infernal noise?
Oh, it's reminding you
to put your seatbelt on.
Well, you can remind
it that I'm immortal.
And this is how you
choose to spend that gift.
You just escaped over
200 years of captivity.
Why aren't you on a beach in Saint-Tropez
sirening Channing Tatum
to give you foot massages?
♪ ♪
No offense, but you got to admit
that seems a little small for
a mythological creature of your stature.
That's only 'cause you don't know what
awesomeness awaits you.
Now step on it.
We don't want to miss round one.
(phone chimes)
That's what this is about?
You two fight each other to the death?
Well, I don't know about
the "each other" part.
Which is why I brought
you along as a second.
So you don't want me to
help you fight Sybil.
You actually want me to
help you fight Enzo?
- Yeah, hardly a fair fight at that.
- Hey, man.
Nowhere in Sybil's fine print did it say
anything at all about no backup.
And it's not my fault you
don't have any friends
- to stand up for you.
- Oh, yes, yes.
How naive of me to think
that you were my friend.
I tried to be your friend, Enzo.
Tried to convince you to give yourself
- over to Sybil.
- Hey. If Enzo
can fight this, why can't you, Damon?
'Cause it's pointless, Stefan.
We are in this mess
because he refuses to accept that.
But if he'd just sign over his pink slip
to Sybil, we wouldn't be here.
You can't kill Enzo.
Bonnie would never forgive you.
Oh, don't bother, mate.
She's been messing around
in the recesses of his brain,
toying with the safe
places in his subconscious.
Lord only knows the damage she's done.
("Missile" by Dorothy begins)
SYBIL: Five minutes.
This is so exciting.
Oh, come on, what happened to all that
sassy backtalk?
Oh, right.
It's probably easier to talk tough
when you had your magic to back it up.
What's wrong?
Somebody feeling powerless right now?
But here's the ray of sunshine.
You actually have all the power.
Just say the word, and you can decide
who gets to live and who gets to spend
the rest of eternity in
never-ending emotional torment.
Oh, you guys know about that,
right?
They're homicidal monsters.
They have done the
worst things imaginable.
Where do you think
they're gonna end up?
Some cloud-filled afterlife?
(laughs): No.
They're going to the other place,
where all they will know
is loneliness and despair
forever and ever and ever.
DAMON: You two forget that
I don't care about anything anymore.
♪ Love is destruction ♪
I'm just trying to stay alive.
He and I both know
what awaits us if we don't.
♪ I am a missile ♪
SYBIL: What about you, Caroline?
What do you think Bonnie should do?
(grunts)
(whooshing)
(whooshing stops)
(laughs)
Oh, you think Stefan is
gonna swoop in and save Bonnie
from having to make such
an untenable choice.
(laughs)
That's putting a lot of
faith in your fiancé.
Enzo... you need to run.
Afraid I don't have enough free will
left in the tank for that.
Stefan...
what are you doing?
I didn't bring you here
to be Switzerland.
SYBIL: When Damon and Enzo
start tearing each other apart,
do you really think Stefan is
gonna let Enzo kill his brother?
No. He's gonna choose Damon.
DAMON: I brought you here
because you are my brother.
When that clock strikes 3:00,
I'm gonna be counting on you
to remember that.
SYBIL: Aw.
Poor Enzo.
Nobody's choosing him.
You're not even choosing him, Bonnie.
Are you just gonna sit there
and allow Enzo to die?
No.
(Bonnie grunts, tires screech)
(yells)
You okay?
Oh. Yeah.
She's not dead.
Guess now she has to walk.
(alarm sounds)
(grunting)
I am not
- letting you two kill each other.
- (grunts)
You think I want this?
He's not gonna stop, Stefan.
But I will put him down if I have to.
If you get in my way,
I will kill you, too.
(fighting, grunting)
(high-pitched tone sounding)
♪ ♪
(woman vocalizing)
We'll make it in time.
No, Sybil's right.
Stefan's gonna protect
Damon no matter what.
I can't help him.
I have no power.
She's right.
There is no one who can fight for him.
All right, kids are at the neighbors',
Seline should be here in a half hour.
Tell her there's something
I have to take care of.
Yeah? There a giant piano
out of tune somewhere?
You know, Ric,
I could actually help you a lot better
with your "book," or
whatever that's code for,
if you just told me
what's really going on.
You're right. I'm actually
taking this to go do battle
with a mythical creature
from the ancient world.
Wish me luck.
(door closes)
(grunts)
(yells)
(groaning)
(both grunting)
(groans)
(squishing sound, Damon straining)
Little help over here, brother.
- I can't let you do that.
- Caroline, stay out of this.
I promised Bonnie.
(bones crack, body thuds on floor)
(grunts, body thuds on floor)
(grunting)
(Enzo yells)
(squishing sound, Enzo groaning)
God...
BONNIE: Damon, no.
Damon?
Please.
Please fight through this.
(squishing)
(continues groaning)
I know you can.
Damon, he's your friend.
Stop!
SYBIL: He can't.
The only one that can stop him is you.
Choose.
(both groaning)
Please, Damon. Damon!
Damon, don't make me do this.
Sorry, not sorry, Bon.
(cries out)
I choose Enzo!
- What?
- SYBIL: Damon?
Kindly remove your hand,
without the gentleman's
heart in it.
(exhales)
(Enzo groans)
DAMON: No. Bonnie,
don't do this to me.
I know that somewhere deep down,
there's still some part of you left.
She couldn't have stripped it all away.
You're...
obnoxiously too stubborn
to let that happen.
I know my friend is still in there,
and I'm gonna have to live with that.
I just can't let him die.
I choose Enzo.
Oof, I'm getting all weepy.
So touching.
So raw.
DAMON: I know where I'm going when I die.
You can't send me there.
I'll fight every one of you.
SYBIL: Hmm.
So Bonnie can't live without Enzo.
And clearly,
Stefan can't live without Damon.
But nobody's bothered
to ask me what I want.
You're the only one
that's truly committed
around here, Damon.
You're an asset.
Enzo's nothing but a burden.
So...
I guess my only real problem
is with you, Bonnie.
You chose wrong.
Which is why I'm gonna
have Damon kill you.
What?
(giggles)
Damon kills Bonnie, I'll kill you,
and then we can all
get on with our lives.
Unless... you give me what I want.
Turn off your humanity,
pledge your loyalty to me,
and then we can all go home happy.
Pinkie swear.
Don't trust her.
(soft chuckle)
Sorry, love.
I'm not seeing many other options.
BONNIE: Enzo.
Don't.
Yes, Enzo, do.
You know you want to.
Come on, this is mercy.
You've seen what happens when you die.
What if your precious
Bonnie is due the same fate?
Save yourself.
Save your one true love.
Do it.
- Bonnie, Bonnie...
- What are you doing?
...if anyone can pull me back
from the precipice, it's you.
I know you can.
No.
No.
No, no.
No.
No.
No, no.
(giggles)
Finally.
Now, was that so hard?
Oh, one last thing,
would you mind if I took back
my promise to spare Bonnie's life?
No objections here.
(soft gasp)
You're the best.
Bonnie,
I'm gonna count down from ten,
and then I'm gonna let Damon
finish what he started.
Ten.
Nine.
Enzo, you sure you don't mind
if Damon rips your girlfriend to shreds?
- No.
- (gasps)
Eight.
So much for your indomitable
love.
Seven. Looks like
Enzo's not gonna help you.
Six.
Pretty sure Stefan and Caroline
won't be much help, either.
Five. Bonnie, you really
should be running now. Four.
(gasps)
(yells) Damon, Stop!
Please.
You've got one last decision
to make, Bonnie.
It's a multiple choice.
Neck snap,
heart rip, or just good,
old-fashioned tear your throat out?
(tires squeal, thudding)
SYBIL: I don't know who
you are, but...
(high-pitched tone echoes)
(yelling)
(yells)
(groans)
(bones cracking)
Damon, it's over.
You're free now.
I wish that were the case, Stefan,
but my work with her is
just getting started.
What work?
What does she want with you?
Applesauce penguin, brother.
(car engine starts)
(engine revving)
(crickets chirping)
Maybe now we'll get some answers.
You sure you can handle Enzo?
I'll be fine.
You know, if you need my help
with getting him to the cabin...
I said I'll be fine.
Okay.
If it were up to you,
you would have picked Damon.
(sighs)
Yes.
And you would've done it knowing
that Enzo was the one fighting Sybil.
The one risking his life to help us.
- Yes.
- Let me ask you something.
What has Damon done?
Besides give up.
She doesn't mean that. She's just upset.
I'm gonna go stay with Bonnie tonight.
She needs me.
This has all been a lot for her.
I hated us being on the opposite
side of the fight today.
- I had to.
- I know.
I know what you had to do.
But I hated it.
I hate all this.
(sighs)
I hate it, too.
STEFAN: Dear Elena,
where to begin?
♪ ♪
Looks like you could use that.
- Thanks.
- Just trying to
figure out a fresh new way
to deliver the same bad news.
Well, I think your engagement
would qualify as good news.
I'm pretty sure I forgot
to say congratulations
- earlier.
- Thanks.
Though I'm not sure today's how I wanted
to spend the first day of it.
Not to mention my best man just tried
to take out a good chunk
of the wedding party.
BARTENDER: Here you go.
You can leave the bottle.
Thanks.
You know, I never had a brother.
Uh, Damon was the closest thing.
And I have to believe
that if you have gotten him back before,
there has got to be a way
to do it again.
I don't know. This is different.
I've never seen him like this before.
I really hoped that
when we put Sybil down,
it'd break whatever
control she had over him.
That he'd go back to being
whatever Damon's
version of normal is again.
But somehow, some way,
she still has ahold of him.
♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh... ♪
(high-pitched tone sounding)
♪ Mm, mm, mm, mm... ♪
(high-pitched tone sounding)
♪ Hey, Joe ♪
♪ I heard you shot your old lady down ♪
♪ You shot her down to the ground ♪
(whistling)
♪ Yes, I did, I shot her ♪
♪ You know I caught her messin'
'round town... ♪
- I didn't know you cooked.
- Listen,
you're gonna be here all the time,
I am gonna need to get
some more pancake batter.
Well, I'm only here because
you obviously want me here.
I think you've seen the light, Damon.
You know that true devotion
to me is the only way
to save you from that
which you fear the most.
But we still have a lot of work to do.
Oh, yeah?
What else is there to do?
You still have too many attachments.
Too many people willing to fight for you.
They still believe you can be saved.
We should work on that.
What do they call it?
Changing hearts and minds?
♪ Hey, Joe... ♪
Are you all right?
♪ I heard you shot your mama down... ♪
Damon?
Lockwood.
- ♪ Hey, Joe... ♪
- (Damon groans)
Heard you haven't been yourself lately.
Oh, I am who I've always been.
Just got to keep proving it.
Your fight's not with me, man.
♪ Yes, I did, I shot her ♪
♪ And I gave her the gun ♪
♪ I shot her... ♪
- (grunts)
- Nice hardware.
(groans)
Armory standard issue?
You kill me, you can say
good-bye to everything.
No one forgives you for this.
I think we're way past that.
(grunts)
You have another option.
Walk away.
Fight whatever it is she wants you to do
and get your life back.
Walk away, Damon.
Think about what you want
at the end of it all.
- Think about who you want.
- That's the problem.
I don't want any of it anymore.
That's a lie. Is it?
I wouldn't even know.
Okay, then. Do it.
If this is it, if this is the way I go out,
then let me go out as the face
that you can never erase from your brain.
The face that reminds you,
to the end of time,
of the moment you gave up.
The moment you threw away
everything you've ever wanted...
to be a siren's little bitch.
Or maybe this'll be the
thing that wakes you up.
And then maybe both our
lives will be worth something
at the end of it all.
So, go ahead.
Do it.
Tear me apart.
♪ Hey, Joe ♪
♪ You better run on down ♪
♪ Good-bye, everybody ♪
Do it!
♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh... ♪
Damon?
- (snarls)
- Damon, wait!
(growling)
(groaning)
♪ Ah, ah, ah. ♪