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Previously on The Vampire Diaries...

You left your son.

- You abandoned your family.
- I was ashamed!

I had to get out.

It's beautiful.

My necklace.

I thought I'd never see
it again. Thank you.

You want your freedom in
exchange for these two girls.

I'll do it. Just let the girls go.

I could become the Ripper that you want.

- You'd turn your humanity off?
- For a short time, yes.

I predict that, after a year
with me, you won't want to leave.

When it's over, you let
me and my brother go.

I made a deal. I serve him
for a year and then I'm done.

What are you going to do?

You're gonna want to get under the hood

and flip that humanity switch, Stefan.

Won't be so painful.

Hi.

I'm Damon.

And I have anger issues.

Hi, Damon.

Why don't you tell
us about what brought you

to the meeting today?

Well, I got my brother this job...

Actually, I asked for the job.

Yeah. Through my connections.

Anyway, our boss gave Stefan new orders.

And now, we're supposed to push people

to make evil choices,
and only then do we

kill them and send
their souls to the devil.

I thought we were going for like, a...

- a veiled analogy.
- Oh, they're all compelled.

Clarity over cleverness.
That's what I always say.

You've literally never said that before.

Anyway, since he got this new job,

- he's been difficult. Full of himself.
- Okay.

He's just jealous because I'm
better at finding new clients.

For instance. Who would you say
is the worst person in this room?

Huh? Meg or Elizabeth?

You both have said some pretty
awful things. I'm sure that,

given the right opportunity,

one of them would make an evil choice.

Small potatoes. I don't
even think they make the cut.

- Uh...
- Uh! Elizabeth. Quiet.

- You too, Meg.
- What about you? What if

you had to pick one person to die?

Who would it be? Meg or Elizabeth?

- Wait, stop right there.
- What if it was between you

and Meg?

Would you want Meg to die?

Answer the question honestly.

Yes.

I would want her to die

instead of me.

Whoa.

What if both

Meg and Elizabeth had to die, in order

for you to live?

Then I'd want them both to die.

Whoa. What if we threw in everybody?

Choose between yourself
and these people.

I want to live.

I don't care about any of them.

Mm.

Wow.

I think I've heard enough.

Yeah. Me, too.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

I thought we were only giving Cade

the worst of the worst, like this guy.

Cade can have him.

These are mine.

What are you doing?

Meditating?

It's called self-control, Damon.

No dripping blood equals no temptation.

I'm doing it right this time.

Heads will remain intact.

That's a very fine line.

- Or a very fine neck membrane.
- You know,

your lack of faith in
me is really starting

to get on my nerves.

I'm just saying, you
have a Ripper history.

Are you sure you want to keep
testing the blood-soaked waters?

That's why it's called history.

It won't repeat.

I'm all good.

Yeah. I can see that.

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Dear Elena,

Sorry it's been a while.

Three weeks, to be exact.

By now Bonnie's probably filled

pages and pages about
how amazing Paris is.

And Ric promised he'd write to you

from his self-imposed witness
protection with our kids.

That leaves me, catching
up on work projects

and trying not to think about the past.

Which is ironic, considering
where my boss sent me today.

By the way, Mystic Falls High School

looks exactly the same
as when you last saw it.

I'm sure you've noticed
there's someone missing

from this entry.

Stefan is with Damon now.

I don't know where he
is, or what he's doing,

but I know it isn't good.

So I'm doing everything I can

to think about other things instead.

Like I said,

there's always work.

Yeah. I'm, like, an embedded journalist,

only in history class.

Slow news day?

Yeah. The school's doing

a big ramp-up for Founder's Day.

They specifically requested
me, for the alumni angle.

But I was just calling to see
what you were doing for lunch.

You know? I could save you
a seat in the cafeteria.

Raincheck.

I'm on my way out to the Armory

to deliver the St. John
box that Tyler left behind.

Just doing Ric a favor.

You doing okay?

I'm... fine.

You know, this is only temporary.

All of this is... temporary.

I'll tell you what.

If you sneak into Coach Lyman's office

and write something really
rude in his playbook,

drinks are on me tonight at the Grill.

"Something rude" like impolite,

or "something rude"
like really disgusting?

- Dealer's choice.
- You're on.

Ugh!

I do not miss that sound.

Yeah. Me neither.

Happy embedding.

Thanks. Talk to you later.

Anybody here?

Hello?

You must be Matt.

I'm Dorian.

Yeah. Ric said you'd be in charge

while he was on his sabbatical.

You mean while he's hiding
his kids from the sirens.

He told me what really
happened to Georgie.

Said he wanted to give me fair warning

about who I'd be fighting against

if I stayed.

Welcome to the circle of trust.

Seline murdered my friend.

I mean to figure out how to get payback.

And since our only weapon is currently

traveling through Paris...

- You mean the tuning fork?
- Actually,

it'sitctually called
the staff of Arcadius.

Cade's enemies forged it in the fire

- that killed him.
- If you say so.

Wasn't me that said so.

It was Harvey. In his journal.

Georgie had it in her car.

Seems our dead guy,
Harvey, was friends with

the sirens, back in 1790.

They lured him into the Armory tunnels,

and he starved to death down there.

We found his bones a couple months ago.

DNA results got back yesterday.

Oh!

- Awesome.
- Yeah. Turns out,

he was related to a
family from Mystic Falls.

And through the magic
that is the Internet,

I've tracked down a living descendant.

He's here to claim the
remains. Hey, Mr. Maxwell.

Did you finish signing those forms?

You... you two know each other?

And on top of everything she
does, she even volunteered

- to organize Miss Mystic Falls.
- Wow!

Your teacher sure does
have a lot on her plate.

Yeah, but I help her out
with projects. We all do.

Everyone loves her.

Good morning, everyone.

Good morning, Miss Sybil.

What are you doing here?

Well, yesterday, we finished
the Revolutionary War

so today we're gonna start on the 1800s.

No. I mean, why are you masquerading

- as a history teacher?
- I'm not masquerading. I give a lot

of homework. And pop quizzes, right?

You're the best teacher at this school.

Are you mind-controlling these kids?

I made them love
history. Is that a crime?

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Before
you try to attack me,

or call the police,
or ask anyone for help,

just know that if you
do, none of these kids

are gonna make it to their next class.

Can we just skip to the part
where you tell me what you want?

Sure. If we skip to
the part where you admit

that you would rather be doing anything

except think about what
Stefan's doing right now.

Who he's murdering while
his emotions are off.

And in answer to your question,

I want to teach you history.

Why else would I have told your boss

to send you here on an assignment?

The news assignment came from you.

I just said that.

You mustn't have beenbe
very good student.

We're gonna have to try to remedy that.

Students, please turn to chapter three.

"Antebellum Virginia."

Ms. Forbes?

You can take a seat.

What about her?

- Over there.
- That rich lady?

Nah. If we sent people to Cade

just for being bad tippers,

there'd be no room left in hell.

All right, fine. Let's just
go with the server then.

- She looks angry already.
- We just did anger.

Besides, judging by the pool
of candidates we have here,

she's probably the only one
that already worships the devil.

She's hardly a challenge, Stefan.

You want a challenge, huh?

Yeah. Hmm.

Let's go with that woman, right there.

The old woman? Spilling
stuff everywhere?

- What are we doing, mercy killings?
- No.

The doctor helping her.

Well, how do you know she's
a doctor and not some orderly?

Manicured nails... Means she doesn't

work with her hands. Medical
pager means she's on call.

Only in her 20s and already a doctor?

Huh. Must have graduated early.

Really thrown herself into her work.

- Why do you think that is, Damon?
- I don't know, Stefan.

Maybe she had a brother that
bored the crap out of her?

Or maybe, she's driven
by something dark.

Some sort of pain in her past.

Not everybody 's a big
ball of angst like you.

Maybe she's driven by something good.

Those sound like some bettin'
words to me, Damon.

Oh, really? Sounds like
some winnin' words to me.

Well...

Only one way to find out, right?

Shh.

Oh, my God. Is there a doctor here?

Vervain? Come on, man.

Don't you trust me to play
along with your attempt

to corrupt the good doctor?

Well, I got to sell your hospital stay

with a little bit of
actual weakness, right?

I did some Internet stalking.

So, it turns out that Tara's mom and dad

were both killed in a car
accident ten years ago.

It was a hit-and-run.

They never found the driver.

I told you she was
driven by something dark.

All I've heard is sad, Stefan.

I haven't heard dark.

Maybe your spidey-sense
is wrong about her, pal.

Oh, my spidey-sense is
doing just fine, thank you.

Listen to this.

Her parents were both organ donors

and their untimely passing
saved other people's lives.

That's why Tara went intmene.

- Really?
- She even volunteers her time

at an organ-transplant support group.

That's a little morbid, if you ask me.

Although actually, it's, uh...

...it's perfect.

I can't believe Ric
agreed to let her go.

And you guys haven't seen her

- since Christmas?
- No.

Yeah, I was out of town.

That's his specialty.

Here's another
artifact that could help.

Mr. Skeleton Maxwell was
a metalsmith, circa 1790.

In his journal, he made
sketches of something

that he smithyed-up before he died.

Now, according to Dalton St. John,

the surviving Maxwells

made a family heirloom out of it.

That look familiar?

No, not really.

But it could have been
inside the family storage box

that Damon came looking for.

Yeah. Meanwhile,

the rest of Dalton's writings

from 1883 were about Seline.

"What Seline wants."

He lists precise measurements from neck,

shoulder, lip, tongue...

Yeah, I'd say he was obsessed with her.

He even measured her for a crown.

Wait, hang on.

Let me see that list.

These are all parts of a bell.

Neck, shoulder, lip, crown...

They're metalworking terms.

The measurements make sense.

- Really?
- Yeah.

The Maxwells used to be in the business

of making church bells.

That's how our family metalworks

started, back in the day.

- That's cool.
- Yeah.

You got a really low bar for "cool."

Well, no diagnosis yet.

His blood work came
back completely normal.

Well, I guess I always knew

something like this would happen.

Why do you say that?

It's just karma.

He's made a lot of dark
choices in his life.

Hurt a lot of people along the way.

I don't think you should
be telling me this.

You know, I can't help but think that

maybe this is all
happening for a reason.

I was on an organ donor Web site today,

and I saw a list of all
these people... these really

deserving people... just
waiting in line for a transplant.

Mm. And your brother is an organ donor.

Yes, I saw that on his intake form.

Look, it doesn't do
any good to speculate.

Why not?

I mean, I-I saw this one girl,

she's all the way at
the top of the list.

Her name is Kassie Fowler.

Yeah, I know her.

She's a patient of mine.

She's a really good kid.

Her profile says she wants
to go to developing countries

and-and build wells and get clean water.

- Mm.
- It's not her fault

that her kidneys are failing. So, what,

Damon gets to waste his life

and she's not able to live hers?

I can't think like that, sadly.

As a doctor, every life has
to be as important as the next.

Hmm.

Even after everything that he's done?

Well, whatever you feel
about your brother's past...

What if I told you that he
caused seur parents' death?

What?

My parents were killed
by a drunk driver.

Why would you say that?

Because you...

need an opportunity.

Here's what you believe.

Damon is a drunk driver.

Damon is the one who
killed your parents.

Stack the deck, why don't you?

Cade never said I
couldn't take a shortcut.

I told you she'd be a challenge. Hmm.

What are you so pleased about?

You're supposed to be on task.

All I'm saying is maybe

some people can't be corrupted.

Maybe she's just plain good.

Mm. No one is just plain good.

You'll see.

Hey, what are you doing?

Oh, just upping your vervain intake.

What? No.

I need to create a medical emergency

in order for the rest
of the game to play out.

Can you stop cheating
for just one second?

Damon,

I work for the devil.

I don't have to play fair.

Mmm...

Who can tell me when Mystic Falls

officially became a town?

Caroline?

Do you remember anything you learned

in this incredibly ugly building,

all those years ago?

Mystic Falls was founded in 1860

when a Lockwood, a Forbes,

a Fell, a Gilbert and a Salvatore

gathered to sign the township charter.

Name-dropper. And... wrong.

Those are the Founding Families.

Your ancestors took credit, yes.

But long before they
picked up turkey feathers

to write that silly charter,

there were other people here.

A group of men and
women who were different.

Misunderstood. Ultimately,

they burned to death
because of who they were.

Are you talking about
the hundred witches

who were burned at the stake here?

1790.

I remember it like it was yesterday.

It was the most delicious smell.

The smoke lasted for hours.

How could you know that?

Who wants to go on a field trip?

Me, too.

The bus is outside.

And Miss Forbes,

you can sit with me.

I don't think so.

Oh, look at that,

I've perfected my
long-distance technique.

Your blood isn't gonna save him,

I've told his mind to shut down.

If anyone dies here, your little

"apple for the teacher" act gets blown.

It might be worth it.

But for now, get up.

Consider that a warning.

Any deaths today will be your fault,

and will go on your scorecard for hell.

Coming?

This place has
gone downhill since 1790.

I always forget you're
so much older than you look.

Talk to me in a couple thousand years,

we'll see how you're holding up.

Do I want to know why your
last visit to this field

was around the same time

a hundred witches burned to death?

I had been traveling the region

with my sister, looking for
tasty souls to feed to Cade,

and the witches took exception.

Are you saying it's your
fault the witches were burned

- at the stake?
- Clearly, you don't know

the full story. How the
hundhud witches really died.

Why do I feel like
you're about to break into song?

Don't tempt me.

The witches gave some magical help

to a local metalsmith who was
making a church bell for them.

This bell had a special purpose.

But what no one realized was
that Seline and I had befriended

this metalsmith.

We threw a little wrinkle into his plan.

Wait... What are they doing?

Call it extra credit.

I found some descriptions
of an antique church bell

in your family estate records.

Wait, we have an estate?

Oh, we did. Most of it was sold
to the town of Mystic Falls,

to try to pay off our family debt.

Grandma, she...

she liked the ponies.

One more thing to be proud of.

Anyway, according to this,

the bell measurements are an exact match

to what Dalton St. John wrote about.

That's what Seline was
looking for in 1883.

Why would she care
about our church bell?

Peter Maxwell

was the last one to have his
hands on that witches' bell.

Right up until he threw it off a bridge,

some 20-odd years ago.

I looked into his mind
and I saw the whole thing.

Some kind of a parade, a
bell hanging on a float.

The Founder's Day parade.

They ring the charter bell every year.

It's a replica.

The real one went over something

called Wickery Bridge in 1992.

Anyway, I have spent

the last three weeks

sending people into that river

to look for that bell,

and they haven't found
a thing... but I know

it still exists, because
it can't be destroyed.

That's not ominous.

Blame the witches.

No wonder people found them so annoying.

Now, please.

No.

No, you can't be serious.

Use the whole can, children.
Thoroughness is important.

Violet, stop.

Violet!

- No, everybody stop!
- Uh, hello?

They're sirened. Oh,

you brought the lighter. Of
course you did. Good girl.

Ooh.

- Let them go.
- Any other useless demands?

I'm not gonna release them
until you bring me that bell.

What do you even want this bell for?

I'm sentimental. I want it.

And I need your help to find it.

Or everyone dies, is that it?

Well, you can't save them all.

I mean, torches, lighter fluid... poof.

Yeah, I know how fire works.

How exactly am I supposed
to find this bell anyway?

I didn't expect it would be easy.

That's why I've given
you an incentive. Hmm?

His blood pressure's bottoming out.

He barely has a heartbeat.

Tara, listen to me.

- Please don't talk.
- Please.

Come closer.

Please.

Look at me.

I was never...

a drunk driver.

Oh.

Sorry, Damon.

You're too weak to
convince her otherwise.

Mm.

Tara.

Show him I'm right about you.

Give me a chance to redeem myself.

No matter what you do, her
parents will still be gone.

Your mistakes can never be undone.

My life is worth something.

So is your death.

Think about how much good you would do

for the people who
actually deserve to live.

Uh...

I-I think you shouldn't be in here.

His heart's already failing.

Maybe we should just wait it out.

I took an oath to help people.

I understand, I do.

But here's what I can't
stop thinking about.

You fix Damon's heart,

you get him back up on his feet again.

Then he goes back to drinking.

Then one night he gets behind the wheel,

causes another accident.

Someone else's parents die.

Or maybe this time
it's a couple of kids.

We can't predict the future.

I know, but we can judge the past.

How many times does Damon have
to show us who he really is

before we actually believe him?

I understand your struggle, I really do.

Trying to be perfect for everyone

when all you want to do is
make a choice for yourself.

This is not about me.

Yes, it is, because you are in charge.

So follow your instincts,

and do what you think is right.

I-I think you should leave.

Now.

Tara...

I'm sorry.

Did you hear me?

I...

Tara...

It's... I...

I'm sorry for what I did.

I appreciate you saying that...

but it's just not enough.

Uh... no...

I wish I could go back and change it,

but I can't.

I'm so sorry for all that I've done.

No, listen to me.

Killing me won't change the past.

No, but it'll change your future.

Oh...

No.

Don't do it, Tara.

Time of death... 2:47 p.m.

That figures.

Matt, when's the last
time you saw your dad?

I'm with him right now.

You sound stressed. You okay?

I'm fine. I just need to
get Sybil the antique bell

that your dad threw off Wickery Bridge.

Wait, slow down, you lost
me after "I'm fine."

When your dad lived in Mystic Falls,

he took our charter
bell to Wickery Bridge,

and then threw it off the railing.

And now Sybil wants it back.

She says it's got sentimental
value, or something.

- Wait, when was this?
- 1992,

according to the head-dive
Sybil did on your dad.

- Yeah, that makes sense.
- Why?

Wickery Bridge is where Elena's
parents drove the car off the road.

When the sheriffs dredged out the car,

they found something else...

The old charter bell.

It was broken, but they saved it.

Well, let's hope they
didn't sell it on eBay.

No, your mom had it in storage.

I only know this because
I cleaned out her office

after the funeral.

All those boxes you
brought over to the house,

- they're still in the garage.
- Take me there. Now.

Caroline, don't do it.

You need to get away from her.

I don't have a choice, Matt.

These kids are gonna kill each other.

What kids? Where are you?

Matt, hey, if you try to stop her

from helping me, I
send a psychic command,

and my students die anyway.

If you come over to her house,

my students will die.

If I find out that anyone

- is trying to interfere...
- Ugh! God, we get it.

You really should have been a teacher.

Hmm. Maybe that'll be my second career,

after you get me that bell.

Hey, maybe you should have
told the sheriff's department

what's really going on.

They know it's urgent.
They'll call as soon

as they hear from the bus company.

Besides, we know Sybil's field trip

was headed near Mystic Falls.

We're going in the right direction.

All because she wants a bell.

I've never heard of anything so insane.

Says the guy who threw
it off the bridge.

I mean, what were you thinking, anyway?

- I was thinking about the parade.
- What?

The Founders Day parade.

You know, the one where
they put the charter bell

on a float, and some rich guy rings it

while two dumbasses stand
on either side of him

wearing moldy Civil War uniforms?

I was one of the
dumbasses in the parade.

Well, at least I was supposed to be.

So you wanted to get
the parade cancelled?

- Classy.
- No, Matt, it's not just that.

Our family made that
bell. The Maxwell family.

The very first family
with a skilled trade

that brought people to this area.

It's because of us that there was ever

even a town at all.

But the people who took over the town,

they had money, lots of it.

They called themselves
the "Founders,"

they made themselves the elite.

And they treated the
Maxwell family like...

like an embarrassment.

And, eventually, we became one.

That bell was a symbol

of everything they took from us.

So the bell met the river.

And I got in my car
and I never looked back

until now.

Sheriff department.

They said only one bus went
out on a field trip today.

There's a GPS link to that address.

Here. Go, go!

Hi.

I just wanted to say good-bye.

I know you tried to help my brother.

- Sorry for your loss.
- Oh, don't be.

Joke's on you.

Okay, I know you must be in shock.

What if I'm not?

What if it was all a game,

and I was just giving
you a morality test?

That would be insane.

And cruel.

Either way, my brother's still dead.

Oh, God.

But he died from natural causes, right?

You called me in after the fact,

so nobody knows what
you did on your own.

You wanted him dead.

- You tricked me.
- No, no, no.

I just wanted to see what you would do

if I gave you the opportunity.

And you lived up to your potential.

Oh, Stefan...

You're... dead.

Technically, you're not wrong.

Thought you'd be sleeping
off a vervain hangover, Damon.

Oh, fortunately, I
got a little pick-me-up

from an orderly that
came to get my body.

Thanks for nothing, by the way.

You were in on it?

Be quiet. Don't try to escape.

You already failed the test.

You really think Cade's
gonna want her, man?

She's not even evil.

She's done evil things.

Maybe she deserves a second chance.

You know, I gotta say,

I'm disappointed.

Well, that's your resting
state, Stefan, so what?

Now, I can see why you were confused.

Missing something?

I found this in your pocket.

You've been carrying it around

for weeks, haven't you?

So what? It's a re-gift from Caroline.

- I forgot I even had it.
- You sure about that?

Ever since we hit the
road, something's been off.

- Yeah, my emotions.
- No, no, no.

Your sense of fun.

Why do you think I picked Tara over here

for our little game, hmm?

She remind you of someone?

Interest in medicine.

Brown eyes, brown hair.

Orphaned by tragedy.

She reminds you of Elena.

And so does this necklace.

It triggers your conscience.

It's holding you back, Damon.

- No, it's not.
- Well...

...if that's true, then...

I think she's ready to meet the boss.

Matt, I figured something out.

- About the sirens?
- No, not exactly.

About their toys. I figured it
out from Dalton's measurements.

The Maxwell heirloom
and the tuning fork,

those things fit together
to make a clapper,

the hammer that swings inside a bell.

So those three missing things,

they're all a part of one bell.

When properly assembled,
this bell becomes,

like, a mystical, witchified super-bell.

I mean, it makes you wonder
what happens when you ring it.

If the sound of the tuning
fork hurts the sirens,

imagine that magnified by a thousand.

Oh, wow, that's cool, right?

Matt? Matt, you there?

Yeah, I gotta call you back.

Hey...

Hey, hey, listen. Look...

you need to back away, okay?

Hey. Hey!

She's not gonna listen to you.

None of them will.
Sybil's controlling them.

Help me untie 'em, now.

Not seeing anything bell-shaped.

Looks like you haven't even

bothered to open

half these boxes.

I didn't have the heart to,

but you wouldn't
understand that, would you?

No, I wouldn't.

Never had a garage.

Hang on.

What does it say?

"Hey, sissy.

“Looking for something?

Seline."

Now I know why she kept
organizing my house.

I'm suddenly feeling the need to vent.

Here, go.

Matt, look out!

Go, go, go, go!

It's okay.

You finished your assignment.

Sybil's done with all of you now.

I think I figured it out.

It's not that you're
trying to screw things up.

- Thanks.
- It's more submerged.

It's more subconscious than that.

What are you talking about?

Despite your best efforts,
your humanity keeps

flickering through

because of this...

little reminder.

Reminders cause problems.

I told you it doesn't
mean anything to me.

And I don't believe you.

- Why not?
- You seem troubled.

You're not enjoying our work.

Oh, my God, you are so full of crap.

Fine, then prove me wrong.

Prove that the past is behind us.

Prove to me that you

don't care.

I don't.

Happy?

Almost.

You forgetting something?

Fine.

Fine.

A bus just picked the kids up.

They didn't remember a thing.

I told them there was
a carbon monoxide leak

on their way here and that their old bus

was getting towed.

That's good, very thorough.

Yeah, I know a lot about making excuses.

Matt.

Hey!

Hey, listen, what you, what
you heard from me today,

and over the last few
weeks, those aren't excuses.

They're details about the
worst mistake of my life.

Don't make the same mistake I did, son.

Don't walk away from your family.

You know what? Growing up,

out of all my friends, I
was the only one whose family

didn't have a legacy in Mystic Falls,

so I felt like an
outsider in my own town.

And then I find out our family
has a history, after all.

That could've changed

everything for me...

but you never gave me a
chance to know about it.

Let me guess.

That was Matt telling
you he managed to save

my history students from burning.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, before
you get any of my blood

on those stupid, little,

pointy-toe boots,

you'd better be 1,000% sure

that I'm not still linked

to your children.

What do you mean?

We spent a lot of time together

on that little road trip we took.

It was plenty of time for me to plant

an off switch in their brain

and I can drop them at any second,

so you better not piss me off.

Yeah, you're lying.

Stefan made sure

my kids would be safe.

Are you certain that he thought

of every possible loophole

when he was bargaining his soul away?

I mean, the only way
you'll really find out

is if you try to hurt
me and roll the dice.

Is that what you want to do, Caroline?

You want to gamble with
your children's lives?

Hmm, you know, you seem

so rational when it comes
to your daughters' safety,

except you still plan
on marrying a Ripper.

How do you not see that as
putting their lives in danger?

By the time I marry Stefan,

he will be the man that
I have always loved.

He's gotten through
Ripper sprees before.

Yet every single time,

he manages to find a way to fall off

the wagon...

every... single... time.

Do you know what the
definition of insanity is?

It's doing the same thing

over and over again and
expecting a different result.

I just hope that the
next time he goes Ripper,

your kids aren't in the house.

Psst.

Uh, if you got any questions,

the C.O. can show you our permit.

You find anything valuable around here?

Candy wrappers and fast-food bags.

Well, that doesn't help
my existential crisis.

I was driving through here

last night with my brother.

We got into a heated moment

and threw something out the window.

Maybe he should help
you look for it, then.

Oh, he took the morning off from work.

Besides, he doesn't want
me to have this thing, anyway.

Honestly, I don't even
know why I want it.

'Cause whenever I
have it, I just feel...

...better.

In that case, it sounds like

- your brother's kind of a jerk.
- He can be.

You got any siblings?

Only child.

Lucky you.

Never have to worry about
other people's mistakes.

Your brother's a troublemaker?

He's keeping it together.

Relatively speaking.

Which is a good thing...

'cause things are weird right now.

My brother takes a
turn for the worse...

...all bets are off.

Well, well, sometimes
people bounce back.

By doing penance, like you?

One wrapper at a time?

It beats leaving 'em on the ground.

Hey.

In case you're right.

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