The Vampire Diaries

Previously on The Vampire Diaries:

For over a century, I've lived in secret. Until now.

- I know the risk. But I have to know her. - Elena, a dead ringer for Katherine.

You have no idea of the future I have planned for us.

You, me and Damon.

Our love for Katherine wasn't real, Damon.

Katherine never compelled me. I knew everything.

I'm gonna bring her back. Tell me how to get in the tomb.

- The grimoire. - Where is it?

The journal. Johnathan Gilbert's.

- Your ancestor's journal? - I gave it to my teacher.

- Alaric Saltzman. - Damon.

The grimoire, it was Emily's? You need it to reverse the spell?

- I'll help you. - Okay.

I told Damon that I'd help him get Katherine back.

- But it was a lie. I can't let him. - Don't.

I'll help you. Whatever it takes.

Please! Please help us.

Please. My husband. He's been hurt. Please help him.

What are you two doing out here?

- It's not safe. - No.

No, sir.

It's not safe.

And that's how it's done.

What happens to the bodies?

We'll take them into the woods. The other animals will finish them off.

Are you sure you're ready for this?

I'm ready. I want you to turn me.

When it's time.

Kiss me.

You should get a taste.

- I'm sorry. - Don't be.

Soon you won't be able to get enough.

Mm. Good morning.

I could get used to this.

Rise and shine, sleepy heads.

- Please. - What are you doing?

Oh, stop being smutty.

Get out of here.

If I see something I haven't seen before, I'll throw a dollar at it. Listen.

There's very important business to discuss.

- It has to be now? - We have lots to do.

Now that we're all friends and working toward a common goal.

So in order to open the tomb, we need to find the journal...

...to get the grimoire to undo the spells.

Since you are Elena Gilbert, you're on journal duty.

- Since when am I helping? - Stefan's helping.

And you've taken up residency in Stefan's bed. Ergo...

Don't do anything you don't wanna do.

- I'll look for it today. - Good.

How do we know that this journal will hold the location of the grimoire?

We're gonna take the word of this vampire? Seemed like a dimwit.

- In lieu of any other options. - Okay.

What exactly is a grimoire anyway?

It's a witch's cookbook.

Every spell a witch casts is unique. Every witch would document their work.

- Yeah. Cookbook. - What about our mystery vampire?

Dimwit, obviously, wasn't working alone...

...so whoever is out there knows who we are.

And I don't like that disadvantage. So... chop-chop.

You know, I really like this whole menage-a-threesome team thing.

It's got a bit of a kink to it. Ha, ha.

Don't screw it up.

He doesn't...?

Oh, right. Yeah.

- Okay. - Oh.

No. Come here.

- We shouldn't... - Shh.

- What are you doing? Stop it. - Make me.

Yes?

Excuse me, Miss Katherine.

Miss Pearl is here to see you.

I'll be down soon. Please ask her to wait.

Thank you, Emily.

- Mm. Fun's over. - Mm, no.

Good to see you, Pearl.

Perhaps we could talk outside.

Emily...

...would you please tell Mr. Salvatore that I've stepped away?

Which one?

Both.

How long do you plan on staying with the Salvatores?

People talk, Katherine.

You carrying on with both brothers doesn't help the situation.

The Salvatores have been kind to take me in.

As far as everyone here knows...

...l'm a poor orphan girl from Atlanta who lost her family in the fires, heh.

A match you lit, no doubt.

Honey, please be careful.

Honoria Fell came by the apothecary yesterday...

...with a case of this elixir.

She asked that it be sold at a reduced rate.

- I don't follow. - Try it.

What in hell...?

- Vervain. - Why is there ver?

They know.

They're trying to find us. They're getting crafty.

Townspeople ingesting vervain. Well, that's inconvenient.

It might be time for us to move again.

No. I like it here. I'm not interested in leaving just yet.

Can we go, Mama?

Is something wrong?

Hey. It's me again. Anna.

Stalker chick and foosball champion.

Um, I'll be at the Grill later.

If you want, you know, a rematch or whatever.

Who are you calling?

Jeremy Gilbert.

You're not, like, into him, are you?

I need him for something. Get over it.

- Damn it. - Dude, you gotta stop doing that.

I know. I just... I keep forgetting.

You're new. You'll get it.

You found the Gilbert journal?

That look like the Gilbert journal?

Well, it's old and musty and...

How am I supposed to know the difference?

I figured maybe, just maybe...

...you've been paying a little bit of attention since we met.

You know, you don't have to talk down to me. I'm not stupid.

Here. Drink.

I don't want you itchy around the witch. She can sense if you're weak.

Mm.

When can we go hunting again? This tastes old. I want fresh blood.

When we get that tomb open, you can kill anyone you want.

For now, just stay focused on Bonnie...

...while I try to get the journal back from Jeremy's teacher.

Why did you choose me?

I needed someone in a position to be my eyes and ears.

Small-town bartender fit the bill.

But there are plenty of bartenders to choose from.

Why me?

You were sad, Ben.

You lacked purpose. You needed me.

Do you think Damon really believes us? That we're both trying to help him?

I don't think Damon knows what to believe. Trust isn't something...

...that comes naturally to him.

You know, I really think that Damon believes...

...that everything he's done, every move, he's done for love.

It's twisted but kind of sad.

There are other ways to get what you want.

You don't have to kill people.

Damon has no regard for human life.

He enjoys inflicting pain on others.

For 145 years, every single time...

...that I have let my guard down and let Damon back into my life...

...he's done something to make me regret that.

- I'm not gonna make that mistake again. - What will happen...

...if the tomb gets opened and Damon gets Katherine back?

I think no matter what Damon promises, a lot of people will die.

That's Johnathan Gilbert.

What's this?

What are you guys doing?

Hey. Just, um, going through some stuff. Feeling sentimental.

Dad had this old journal. I thought I'd dig it up.

Johnathan Gilbert's journal?

- Yeah. What do you know about it? - I just did a history report on it.

- Oh. Where is it now? - Gave it to Mr. Saltzman.

He wanted to see it.

I met Barnette and Guiseppe this evening.

I saw the skepticism in their eyes when I showed them the compass.

We're supposed to believe that can track one of them?

- What is it Magic? - It's science.

- I'll believe it when I see it. - This church idea, I believe it could work.

Excuse me, Father, I didn't know you had guests.

- We'll be done in a few minutes. - Forgive me, Mr. Gilbert, Mr. Lockwood.

- Have you told them? - Not yet.

We need all the men we can get.

I'll tell them. You can count on both my boys.

Hello?

Hello?

Someone there?

- Unh. - You shouldn't have done that.

Have a seat.

What is this, compressed air?

Did you make it yourself?

Who are you?

I'm not gonna hurt you...

...unless you try that again.

Now...

...who are you?

I'm a teacher.

We're gonna have to do this the hard way?

I'm also a historian.

And while researching Virginia, I made a few discoveries about your town.

So you show up like Van Helsing.

Come on. Tell me the truth.

My wife was a parapsychologist.

She spent her life researching paranormal activity in this area.

- Her work led me here. - Where is your wife?

Dead.

A vampire killed her.

- Where's the Gilbert journal? - What do you want with it?

- Where is it? - It's on my desk.

No, it's not.

It was on my desk.

- Anything? - Not yet. Just a lot of gibberish.

You know, some people shouldn't journal.

I thought this Gilbert was the brains.

Don't you have a date?