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Previously
on "The Vampire Diaries"...

Caroline:
You have a mother?

I had a mom.
She died.

Damon: We loved her.
She was our world.

Our mother faked
her death,

left her sons
behind,

started
a new family,

and went out
of her way

to forget us
forever!

Who do you think gave
kai the idea to put

Elena in that
sleeping beauty coma.

-Who?
-Lily.

Damon: You chose
your heretics over
Stefan and me

every chance you had.

Please forgive me.

Julian: You're either
a Salvatore,

or you're one of us.

You are wrong,
Julian.

-Aah!
-Lily!

Damon.

Say something.

Damon: You made your bed.

Have a nice nap.

All she wanted
was forgiveness,

and you practically
spat in her face.

She didn't deserve
my forgiveness.

Bonnie: "The Phoenix stone
gives the sword its power

against immortal foes."

Julian: When a vampire
is stabbed through the heart,

the sword acts as
a magical conduit,

transferring their spirit
into this nasty stone.

Unh!

The purpose of the stone
is to punish vampires.

Every sin you've committed
goes into creating

your own little
personal hell.

-Unh!
-Stefan!

Julian: I don't know
what your hell will be,

but I hope she's there.

[Ears ringing]

[Groaning]

Lily: Did you have
a nice nap?

Mother?

Salvatore, help me!

Henry!

[Gunfire, explosions continue]

Please!

You must help me.

Aah!

Damon: Come, Henry.

We are getting you
out of here.

[Bugle playing "reveille"]

Hi there, hero.

You've been out
a long time.

Mail call!

News from home?

My brother.

Stefan, voice-over:
Dear Damon,

they tell us to only
send good news,
but I cannot.

The days grow darker
in Mystic Falls

and my heart darker still.

Valerie left
and never came back,

father drinks himself
to sleep nightly.

As the anniversary
of mother's night approaches,

I find myself
unable to sleep,

paralyzed by a waking dread
that I cannot shake

and dare not name.

I wish you were here, brother,

to teach me how to survive
these endless nights.

[Indistinct chatter]

Colonel, sir.

Lieutenant Salvatore.

I would like to request
two weeks' leave
to go home, sir.

You and every man
out here, Salvatore.

No. Request denied.

I fear my brother is
in a very bad way, sir.

I would not ask
if I did not believe

he truly needs me.

I do not wish to shirk
my duties.

If there is something
you need done,
I shall do it.

-Anything?
-Anything. Yes, sir.

All right, then.

I've got a mission.

Honestly, it's more
of a chore.

For a chance to see
my brother,

I will gladly
accept it.

There's a farmhouse
12 Miles to the east.

Rumor is there are
union sympathizers there

hiding confederate
deserters.

Now, if these rumors
are true,

I need those deserters
arrested

and brought back to me.

Consider it done.

Thank you, sir.

Thank you, sir.

Henry: Two weeks at home?

Can you imagine?
How grand.

I cannot wait to see
my girl olive.

She's a real peach.

You have a sweetheart,
Damon?

No, but I have to
see my brother.

Damon, are you
certain about this?

-About what, Henry?
-About the mission.

These men,
these deserters

we are supposed
to capture,

they are just regular
fellows who do not believe

in the cause,
like me, like you.

It is true.

I could give a damn
about this war, Henry.

To be honest, I only
enlisted to please
my father.

Well, then how can you
be fine with rounding up
men just like you?

It is not my fault
they deserted, Henry.

They made their beds,

but now they're
our ticket home.

Damon: Come.

Hello, ma'am.

Could you spare some dinner
for two hungry soldiers?

No. Sorry.

I do not need to
remind you

that quartering is
your wartime duty,

not to mention
the law.

Thank you, ma'am.

Hello.

We are your surprise
dinner guests.

[Whispering]
Should I check
the upstairs?

Yes, please.

Henry here's going
to freshen up.

Clean hands,
clean mind.

I'm sure you're
not one of those families

hiding munitions
from the war effort,

but orders being
what they are,

it is my duty to check.

I'm glad to see someone
takes the warning

about the devil
and idle hands seriously.

We have a lot
of fruit.

I see that, ma'am.

No, no, no, no!

Kindly lay
your gun down.

I do not want
any trouble.

If you turn around
and go right now,

you will find none.

All we want is
is to go home.

See, that is
the problem.

I want to
go home, too.

Aah! Unh!

Ma!

Agh! Unh!

Unh!

Henry: Oh, God!

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

Damon...What
have we done?

[Creak]

Damon: Wait here.

Please, enough blood
has been shed.

Lay down your weapon.

Please.

Mother?

Hello, Damon.

You cannot be here.

You died
of consumption.

We buried you
in Mystic Falls.

Oh, my sweet,
sweet son.

I'm dead, all right.

You saw to that.

You died.
I was there.

This doesn't make
any sense.

But it's starting to
come back to you.

This isn't real.

Your spirit is trapped
inside the Phoenix stone.

This really happened,
didn't it?

In 1863.

I got a letter
from Stefan.

He seemed hopeless.

I just wanted to
go home to him.

Even though I had
my doubts,

I started to
round up deserters.

It all went
so wrong so fast.

Did you ever take
responsibility
for the incident?

What do you mean?

You and Henry
covered it up

and never spoke
of it again.

How do you
know that?

Maybe it's time
to give yourself up.

Why? For what?

They were deserters.
They ambushed us.

I didn't come here
looking to kill anybody.

You had your
reservations,

but you still
marched forward.

So hell is being
raked over the coals

for something I haven't
thought about in 150 years?

Sorry. You're gonna
have to do a lot
better than that.

The longer you
keep your trauma
at arm's length,

the harder this is
going to be for you.

Hmm. I see,

and this PTSD
puppet show

wouldn't happen to be,
by chance,

a ploy to get me
to be remorseful

for your
pointless death?

Because it ain't
working, mama.

This isn't
about remorse, Damon.

[Gun cocks]

It's about punishment.

[Gasps]

Damon?

Hey. Please
tell me you know
who you are.

Damon,
say something.

I know who I am,
bon bon.

Good. Means I actually
got the spell right
for once.

-Ohh.
-How do you feel?

Like I just spent
a day in the life

of young Damon Salvatore.

A day?

Damon, you've been
dead for 3 months.

You sure you're ok?

No desire to lash out
or break anything?

Nope, but you don't
look so good.

I'm fine.

Just, uh, weak.

It took 3 heretics
to successfully find

Julian's spirit
in that stone,

and I did it solo.

Wow!

It's not that I was
expecting a parade,

but where's my parade?

Caroline's
at Whitmore,

Alaric's at a lecture,
and Matt's on patrol.

I'm sorry.
It's been 3 months.

I--it's not like--

time stood still.

I get it.
No offense taken.

Where's Stefan?

You're gonna need
another.

Where is he, Bonnie?

When Julian
stabbed you,

Nora stabbed Stefan,

and I--I haven't
been able to bring
him back yet.

You're telling me
my brother's still
stuck in here

and you brought me
out first?

That didn't sound
even like a glimmer
of a thank you.

Where is he, Bonnie?

-He's in his bedroom.
-We have to get him out.

I will when I can.

Damon, it took all
of my magic

just to pull
you out.

I don't care, Bonnie.
Now!

You store him
in the closet?

He was just in here.

Well, he's not now,
Bonnie,

which begs the question
how do you not see

an unconscious vampire
walk out the front door?

Because he didn't walk
out the front door.

Someone took him.

If Julian were
in Mystic Falls,
I think I'd know.

Don't you think you're
giving yourself a little

too much credit there,
Donovan.

All I'm saying is
the guy's not shy

about making himself known.

Matt, if
Julian scorches
Stefan's body,

we can't get
him back!

No one's scorching
anyone, not yet.

Listen. Julian left
a note.

He's clearly luring us
somewhere for a reason, guys.

Bonnie: Could always
try a locator spell.

Bonnie, no way!

You literally just
dragged Damon
out of hell.

I can't even believe
you're standing
right now.

She wasn't talking
to you, mama bear.

Think you have
enough juice?

Uh, I guess we
could find out.

Bonnie, you've been
exhausting yourself

every day for the last
few months.

At least let me check the town
surveillance tapes first.

Damon: You and who else?

Unless the Mystic Falls
police department's

had a hiring surge
since I was out.

I didn't think so.

Can you find him?

See what I can do.

[Chanting]

Drink?

I'm 28 weeks pregnant.

Was that a yes
or a no?

What is it like
inside your head?

I'm genuinely curious

because it must be
wonderfully liberating

to only see what
you want to see.

You know what I'm
curious about?

-Hmm.
-Why the Phoenix stone

made my mother
a character
in my hellscape

when it had so many
other options of torture
to choose from.

And this is why
I begged Bonnie

to get Stefan
out first.

Well,
why didn't she?

Because logic prevailed.

What the hell's that
supposed to mean?

Nothing.

Blondie, you do not
get to make this moment

the only time you ever
decided to shut up.

Tell me.
What am I missing?

Look. Ahh.

I don't know what
you've just been through

or what it's like
in that thing,

but the longer that
you are trapped,

the more your humanity
gets stripped away.

Well, here I am
all full of emotions.

The question is,
why isn't my brother?

Because we figured
if you were gone too long

you would come back
devoid of humanity,

hell-bent on killing
Bonnie to revive Elena.

[Thud]

God. Bonnie?

The spell worked.

He's on route 29.

You go.
I'll take care of her.

[Bells jingle]

Julian: Heh. Ha!
Damon.

You're alive!

I was half expecting
the, uh, cute witch

or the, uh,
pregnant blond, but--

well, you're just
gonna have to settle
for the ornery brother.

Right.

What's that
putrid smell?

Ah. That. Yes.

See, I was at a petrol
station earlier,

and I got a little
bit carried away
with the nozzle.

I'm afraid your brother
is quite soaked.

[Taps table]

Come on. Sit down.

[Flicks lighter
open]

If you're not gonna
join me for the meal,

I suppose I could
just skip forward

to the after-dinner
smoke.

So do you want to
talk about it?

Are we really
doing this?

Yes, we're really
doing this.

You know, I've never
had the opportunity

to share war stories
with another stone
survivor.

Come on.
How'd you fare?

Tell me everything.

Gladly. As soon
as Stefan's home,

soul sucked out
of that rock,

we can all sit
and pop open

a bottle of chardonnay,

chat, and eat bonbons
till the sun comes up.

Heh heh.

Hmm. Perhaps
I should start.

See, upon waking up
in that wretched world,

I saw your mother...

And then I killed her.

Every day
for over a century,

I watched her die.

Every day
for over a century,

I had my heart torn
out of my chest.

Oh, it was complete
and utter misery.

I had a slightly
different experience.

Overall, I give hell
one star for horror

and two very disappointed
thumbs down

for clever use
of parable.

So it didn't work
on you?

It was called hell.

Let's just say
I had expectations.

I think you
simply resisted.

Resisted what?

You resisted facing
the pain

you so naturally
and willfully push away.

Ha ha!

Lily: Damon!

It's too late.

No, Stefan!

Yes.

This isn't real.

The pain is real.

The feeling is real.

As soon as you figure
that out,

you'll be one step
closer.

Closer to what?

Closer to what?!

[Bugle playing "reveille"]

Hi there, hero.

You've been out
a long time.

[Grunts]

Mail call!

News from home?

Stefan, voice-over:
Dear Damon,

they tell us to only
send good news,
but I cannot.

The days grow darker
in Mystic Falls

and my heart darker still.

[Coughing]

Sir, w-what
would you say

if I asked for
two weeks' leave

to go see my brother.

You and every other man
out here, Salvatore.

-No.
-I thought so.

What if I was willing
to help you

with your little
deserter problem,
for example?

Well, now that
you mention it,

there's a farmhouse
about 12 Miles
east of here.

Rumor is there are union
sympathizers there.

I'm on it.

Just to get
the rules clear--

I bring these deserters
back alive,

I go home to see
my brother.

Yes. Yes, lieutenant.

All right, then.

Henry: Two weeks at home?
How grand.

I cannot wait to see
my girl olive.

She's a real peach.

You have a sweetheart,
Damon?

Yes. No. I mean--

I got to admit,
things are a little
fuzzy right now, Henry.

These men,
these deserters

we are supposed
to capture,

aren't they are just
regular fellows

like you and me?

Technically, yes,

but I'm starting to
think they stand

for something
much bigger now.

Of course they do.
They are protesting

on behalf of their
political beliefs.

That they are, Henry,

but they're my ticket
out of here,

and I've got to bring
them back alive.

Good day, ma'am.

Could you spare some dinner
for two hungry soldiers?

And before you say no,

I'd like to remind you
that quartering

is the law
in these parts.

I also love pie.

[Fantastic negrito's
"an honest man" playing]

Thank you kindly.

[Whispering] I'll go
check the upstairs.

Please do not.

But there could be
people up there.

There aren't, Henry.

Granny, I'm gonna
have to kindly ask
you set that knife

down and stand
over here by
the table, please.

Please, ma'am.

You, too, kid.

I'm going to have to
ask you all to stand

here together
by the table.

Damon, what are
you doing?

Trust me.
I got this.

No need. We won't
get to dinner.

I know you've got
two deserters
in the basement.

Now, no one has to
get hurt.

We are simply going
to take these men
to our camp,

and that is that.

[Gunshot]

[Groaning]

Don't!

Ma!

Agh!

Aah!

Agh!

Unh!

No.

No, no, no.

Well, that didn't go well.

Damon?

Oh...

Don't worry.
I know who I am.

I also know
you're not real.

What is that for?

Ugh.

I'm fine.
I'm just weak.

You know, it took
3 heretics to
successfully find

Julian's spirit
in that stone.

You did it solo.
Got it.

Good news is
I know where Julian's
keeping Stefan's body,

so you can sit back,
relax,

and not have to worry
about that locator spell.

What are you
talking about?

Oh, right.
Spoiler alert.

When you were
working on me,

Julian stole
Stefan's body.

I'm gonna go
get it back.

Stefan: That won't be
necessary.

You're not supposed
to be here.

Before you say
anything,

please don't hold it
against Caroline

for pulling me
out first.

Never even
occurred to me.

So is this the part
where we compare notes,

analyze the symbolism,
convince each other

that we're survivors?

Well, to be honest
with you,

I just lived 168 years
of mistakes, grief,
and pain

on a perpetual loop,
so I'm down

to just skip to the part
where we get drunk.

[Clink]

Cheers.

Cheers.

Why?

What happened
to you in there?

It was just
a gruesome civil war saga.

Confederate flags,

carnage, lots of lives
going kaput.

So it got to you, huh?

Some rock's obsession
with my personal
accountability

in a wartime tragedy?

Not particularly.

What?

I mean, you didn't
feel anything?

Of course.

I felt a burning desire
to get home

to my sad sack
of a brother

so I could help him
get over a girl

he just met.

So the part
with the innocent people

bleeding out all
over the farmhouse
floorboards,

that--that did
nothing for you?

I knew it.

You knew what?

You're not real.

Unh!

Ugh! Ugh!

Sorry, brother.
Got to hit
the reset button.

Unh!

[Bugle playing "reveille"]

Ohh!

Get your gun, Henry.

W-why?

Because I'm starting
to see a pattern,

and you and I are
gonna solve this
little puzzle.

[Bonnie chanting]

The spell's not working.

I don't understand.

It's like the stone
is hiding his spirit.

Then maybe you
should take a break,
all right?

You been trying
all day.

She can't.
The longer he stays in there,

the more damaged he'll be
when he gets out.

And whose fault
is that?

You, of all people,
don't get to lecture me.

Caroline: Hey, hey.
It's ok.

We're all just
a little bit
stressed right now.

Let's take
a deep breath,

and we can
start again when
Bonnie's ready.

Matt: I don't get it.

We pulled Stefan out
no problem.

What's different now?

Because he's not
ready yet.

When I was in there,
I could barely remember

who I was,

and then I was hit
with visions and tests,

but the worst part
of hell isn't what
you're going through.

It's the sliver hope
that you can actually
get out on your own.

How come we had
no trouble reuniting

your soul
with your body?

Because eventually
I submitted to the kind

of suffering that
just breaks you.

Knowing Damon,
he'll do anything he can

to avoid
that kind of pain,

which means we may never
be able to get him out.

Two weeks at home?

I can't wait
to see my girl olive.

Bet she's
a real peach,

and, yes, Henry,
I have a girl.

She's in a
sleeping beauty spell.

Long story. So here's
what I'm thinking.

Why today?

Out of all
of Damon Salvatore's
greatest hits,

this farmhouse kerfuffle
was barely a b-side,

and then I realized this
is where it all began.

This was the first time
I ever had blood
on my hands.

I took that mission.
I gave the order.

Damon, I don't
think you're well.

Perhaps your fever is back.
Maybe we should turn around.

I'm not sick.

The point is is that
the weeks after
the farmhouse massacre

when I was crushed by
guilt and self-loathing,

do you know the one
person in the world that
I wanted to talk to?

I don't know.

My brother.

That has to be
the solution to this
hell puzzle, too.

We find a way
to get to Stefan.

We stop reliving this
day over and over
and over again.

Does that
make sense?

We are returning to camp.
I insist. You are not yourself.

Do you want leave
to see your peach
of a sweetheart?

Do you, Henry?

Then follow my lead,
wattles.

I'm gonna
get this right.

Hello, beautiful.
What a great smile you have.

I'm gonna need you,
your daughter, and grandma

to come out here
on the porch with
private wattles,

soldier's orders.

Come on out, ladies.
That's right. Thank you.

Right here,
just right there
on the porch.

Very nice.

Stay on the porch.
It's a nice day.

I know you're
down there.

I need you to
toss out your weapons
on the count of 3,

or I will kill
your host family.

1...

2...

[Cocks gun]

3.

That's good.

Now come out
one at a time
arms raised.

Ok. Ok.

[Bugle playing "reveille"]

Henry:
Hi there, hero.

You've been out
a long time.

[Pete molinari's
"hang my head in shame" playing]

Let's try this again.

Ok. I know
you have a grenade.

This time,
I need you

to gently slide
the grenade
out to me first.

Next, I want
your revolvers,

and I want all this
on the count of 3,

or I kill
your host family.

1...

2...

3!

Now come out
one at a time
arms raised.

Arms raised.

Henry:
Damon...

Unh!

I'm really starting
to hate you 3.

[Gunshot]

Molinari: ¶ lonely ¶

¶ lonely, baby ¶

hi there, hero.
You've been out
a long time.

Mail call!

Molinari: ¶ crazy, crazy ¶

Henry: News from home?

What did you go
and do that for?

Stefan, never
write me again.

Molinari: ¶ and I hang
my head in shame ¶

mail!

Henry: Hi there, hero.
You've been out a long time.

And if you bring the
deserters back to me,

then you shall have
your leave, Salvatore.

Does the offer still stand
if I bring them back dead?

[Gun cocks]

Molinari: ¶ and I hang my head ¶

¶ hang my head in shame ¶

[gunshot]

[Bugle playing "reveille"]

Hi there, hero.
You've been out
a long time.

Man: Mail call!

Screw this.

Ah...

Damon, where
are you going?

You know what the shortest
distance between point "a"
and point "b" is, Henry?

-What?
-A straight line.

To get out of this hell,
I got to see my brother,

so I'm going
straight to him.

I'm deserting
to Mystic Falls.

Really? Can I come
with you?

You know how you always
say I'm a hero, Henry?

I'm no hero.

Man: Grenade!

[Explosion]

[Hums]

[Whistling
"the star-spangled banner]

No way.

Come in.
We've been expecting you.

Well, this is different.
Where the hell is everybody?

Keep your voice down.

I can see them coming
in the distance.

Who?

Confederates are
hunting deserters.

They will kill you.

You need to hide
in the cellar.

Ok. This whole
urgency thing
isn't necessary

because this isn't
actually happening.

Damon, you are not
hearing me.

They are here.
Get down to the cellar
if you want to live.

[Footsteps]

[Exhales]

-Brother.
-Well, well.

If it isn't the light at
the end of the tunnel.

Pretty dark tunnel,
this little slaughterhouse.

I can see why you never
told me about it.

Was trying to protect
your fragile emotions,
Stefan.

You're the reason
I took the mission
to begin with.

[Chuckles]

You always have a reason,
don't you, Damon?

Brother,
drinking buddy...

Her.

Elena?

You're gonna have
to do a lot better
than that.

Proving that I do
bad things for the
people that I love?

This isn't about what
you do in her name, Damon.

It's about what you do
in her absence.

[Knocks on door]

Shh.

Quiet. They're here.

What the hell
is going on?

You don't get it,
do you?

You tell yourself
that you're protecting
Mystic Falls for Elena.

You convince yourself
that you're

keeping her safe
by any means necessary.

You justify punishing
lily for Elena's sake.

Did you ever once think,
"what would Elena do?"

I never got
a chance to ask her,
thanks to lily.

Ah, so you
had to ask.

Is Elena's influence
on you so weak

that you can't tell
right from wrong

without her
holding your hand?

Man: Where are you
hiding him?

Ooh...

[Clicks tongue]

It's gonna be a long
century, brother.

You know, I wonder if
she'll even recognize
you when she wakes up--

what?

The man who spit on
our mother's grave,

the man who lies
to himself even now

about what happened
here today?

What are you
talking about?

Lily: There's no one here,
I promise you.

There's no one here. Aah!

[Gunshot]

[Thud]

-She's gone!
-What are you doing to me?

The mission
went sideways.

Innocents died and you
walking away with blood
on your hands.

-What did you want?
-I wanted my brother.

-What did you want?
-My brother.

What did you want?

I wanted my brother.

Stop lying
to yourself.

Who did you want
in that moment

before you buried
all your secrets,

before you learned how
to hide from your pain?

I--

I wanted...

My mother.

Oh. Well,
it's too late.

[Explosions]

[Men moaning]

Lily: Damon,
Damon, can you move?

Please. Please.
You must help me.

Lily: Damon,
Damon, can you move?

Please. Please.
You must help me.

Damon: Why?
This isn't real.

[Bullet whizzes]

Ohh! Agh!

Pain is real.
Feeling is real.

Unh! Unh! Ha ha!

[Explosion]

Ha ha ha!

You love this,
don't you?

I'm gonna die knowing
my own son hates me.

Yes. He does.

Why?

Because you tried to take
Elena away from me.

Ow! Aah! Aah!

Oh...Aah!

Why won't you
help me?

Please. Oh!

Ah! Why? Ah!

Because you
took the one thing
that made me happy,

because you weren't

strong enough
to leave your husband,

because
you got sick
and left us,

because you
never came back.

Uh! Rrgh...

I hate you because
you could've come back
so many times,

but you never did.

I lost you the first time
when father sent you away
with consumption,

and then we brought you
back from this prison world,

and then I lost you again
to your other family,

and now I'm losing you
to death.

3 times I lost you.

3 times I had the chance
to tell you everything
I want to tell you,

and 3 times
I ruined it.

Oh, my--
my sweet boy...

[Sniffles]

There's still time.

Tell me. Tell me
what you want to say.

Tell me.

Mom, I'm so sorry.

[Sobbing]

I'm so sorry.

Give me a chance

to make it right.

Give me a chance
to let you love me, ok?

No.

[Sniffles]

No.

No.

No.

No.

[Wails]

No.

[Gasps]

No.

No.

We weren't done.

I got to get her back.
I got to get her back.

Stefan: Hey, hey, hey.
Damon, Damon, Damon, Damon.

Hey, it's me. It's me.
You're safe.

It's ok. It's ok.

No. No. One more time.
One more time.

Send me back.
I know what do to now.

Damon,
it's not real.

I know it's not real.
None of this is real!

Unh! Unh!

Damon!
Damon, don't! Aah!

-Damon!
-Oh, no!

Oh! Unh! Damon--
agh...

I have to get
back to her.

Uh...

[Iron clatters]

Why am I still here?

It wasn't real.
This isn't real.