(To Elena) You should go. I got this.
You did this! This is you're fault!
You confuse me with someone with remorse.
None of this matters to me. None of it.
(Breaks free from him) People die around you! How can it not matter? It matters and you know it!
(Elena starts feeling anger starting and looks at her as blood is covered on her) You need to leave. Your wounds are bleeding. And you need to leeave.
Rise and shine! You’ll be late for school!
What are you-- what are you doing?
Peace offering. (lifts a mug of coffee) C'mon, you need it for blood circulation. It does dead flesh good.
(Stefan glares in silence)
I got the town off our back. It was for the greater good - but I’m sorry! And to prove it, I’m not going to feed on a human. For at least a...week. I’ll adopt the Stefan diet. Only nothing with feathers.
Stefan (mimicking Damon): Because I realize that killing your closest and oldest friend is beyond evil, and yet, somehow, it’s worthy of humor.
Yes, Stefan. Now that the secret society of vampire haters is off our back, I can go back to my routine of how can I destroy Stefan’s life this week.
Damon (mimicking Stefan): And I can go back to sulking and Elena-longing and forehead-brooding. (in his own voice) This is fun, I like this.
Stefan (mimicking Damon): And I will finally reveal the ulterior motive behind my evil and diabolical return to Mystic Falls.
(pauses) Yeah, I’m done. (turns to leave)
Damon (mimicking Stefan): This is so like you, Damon - always have to have the last word.
The "hey." That is twice. That is two heys. That's...do you have any other words in your vocabulary?
It reeks of awkward subtext. You just spent the night in my bed. There was cuddling. Then you snuck out before dawn so you wouldn't have to face me. Which, I must say, is a total lame guy move. Which I did not appreciate. Now, with the heys? Seriously? I mean, I may have been some pathetic, insecure mess after the party, but do not mistake that for me being a pushover. Because I do not let guys mess with my head anymore.
I heard your mom in the morning. I didn't want to get you in trouble, so I went out the window.
You went out the window? Well, another lame guy move.
Your mom's a sheriff. And as for the heys, I'm pretty sure it's what I've said to you every day since the first grade.
Trying to read something into it - lame girl move.
I'm sorry, Stefan. I thought that I couldn't be with you, but I can. You don't have to push me away. I can do this.
I can't. I, uh, I have to leave, Elena. Too many people died. Too much has happened.
What? No, I know you think you're protecting me, but -
Elena, I have to. Coming back was... It was a mistake. I can't be a part of your life anymore.
Don't go, Stefan. Please. You don't have to. This is your home, you just... Please don't go.
(after kissing Elena's hand) Goodbye, Elena. (Turning his back and leaving, still in the woods)
You're just gonna walk away? Don't walk away, Stefan. Stefan!
See, I know what you and your brother are. I've been watching the two of you. I knew you'd show up here. And I'm glad you did. Because I have some questions.
Me first. Who turned you?
How should I know? Last thing I remember is I'm about to stake your brother and then you grabbed me. That's it. Until I wake up in the ground behind a used car dealership on Highway 4. Somebody buried me.
You bit me. It had to be you.
You have to have vampire blood in your system when you die. I didn't do that. Some other vampire found you. Gave you their blood.
That's what I want to know.
Dude! It's not like the welcome wagon was waiting with a bunt cake and a handbook. It's been a learn-as-you-go process. One minute, I'm a small town, on the rise news guy, and the next thing I know, I can't get inside my house because my foot won't go through the door.
You have to be invited in.
I'm guessing you're not here to plan the path for your future. You're looking out for me.
Hope that's okay. [After a little while] You know I, uh, I wanted to be a doctor before everything happened. But I couldn't, this...
Yeah. I've dabbled in a bunch of different things, though.
Didn't love anything enough to stick to it?
No, I've loved it all, I just... I had to move on before anybody could notice that I wasn't...getting any older.
How long before that would happen?
Few years, usually. Sometimes shorter.
I didn't have a choice. So! What about, what about you? What are your plans for the future?
I don't want to talk about my future, Stefan. Because everything you're saying is making it perfectly clear that you're not going to be in it.
No, Elena, it's not that I don't want to be, it's...
You can't, I get it. I heard you the first time, and the second time. And I appreciate you looking out for me, but, please, if you're gonna leave, then just go.
What I said earlier, about you leaving... It was harsh.
No, no, you... You had every right.
You asked me what I wanted my future to be. I wanted to be a writer. My mom sort of pushed me into that direction from the time I was able to read. She supported me, encouraged me, bought me my first journal...and then she died. And I can't see myself being a writer any more. That was something that we shared. I know that you think that you brought all of this bad stuff into my life, but my life already had it. I was buried in it.
It doesn't make it any less painful.
I know that it's...that it's hard to understand, but I'm doing this for you. (Gets out of the car, leaving Elena inside)
[Thinks, and gets out of the car, with a determined face] No. You don't get to make that decision for me. If you walk away, it's for you, because I know what I want. Stefan, I love you.
(sobbing) It's- it's my seatbelt.
Shh, shh, shh. (wrenches passenger door open) Let me get you out of here. I want you to put your hands on the roof. Just like that. You ready?
(Elena nods)
One, two, three... (rips out seatbelt buckle)
I gotcha. (pulls Elena from the car) Are you okay? Can you stand?
(Elena groans)
Is anything broken? (sets her down; her legs buckle) Whoa! You are fading fast, Elena. Elena? Look at me. Focus... Look at me. Hey...
(Elena collapses)
Georgia? No..no, we're not. Seriously, Damon, where are we?
Seriously, we're - we're in Georgia. (looks at her) How are you feeling?
There were no broken bones. I checked.
My car... There was a man... I hit a man. (pause) But then he got up and...who was that?
That's what I would like to know.
Where is my phone? (Damon looks away) Okay, we really need to go back, nobody knows where I am. Pull over. I mean it, Damon, pull over.
Oh, you were so much more fun when you were asleep. (pulls the car over)
I'm fine. We have to go back.
Oh, come on. We've already come this far.
Why are you doing this? I can't be in Georgia. I...I wrecked my car. I have to go home. (pause) This is kidnapping.
That’s a little melodramatic, don’t you think?
You're not funny. You can't do this. I'm not going to Georgia.
Well, you're in Georgia. Without your magical necklace, I might add. I can very easily make you...agreeable.
What are you trying to prove?
(Elena's phone rings)
Mmm... (looks at the phone) It's your boyfriend. (holds the phone out to her; she refuses to answer) I'll take it. (answers) Elena's phone.
Where is she? Why do you have her phone? Is she okay?
Elena? Yeah, she's right here. And, yes, she's fine.
Where are you? Let me talk to her.
(to Elena) He wants to talk to you.
(to Stefan) Yeah, I, uh, I don't think she really wants to talk to you right now.
Damon, I swear to God if you touch her-
You have a good day. Bye now.
Look, no one knows where I am. Can we please just go back?
It’s a little place right outside of Atlanta. Oh, come on, Elena. You don’t want to go back right now, do you? What’s the rush? Time-out. Trust me, the problem is still going to be there when you come home. Look, step away from your life for 5 minutes. (she glares) 5 minutes!
Am I going to be safe with you?
You promise not to do that mind-control-thing with me?