Gilbert Gables: Jeremy arrives home to an empty house and flies up to his sister's room. He rifles through the same drawer Damon chose, but thank goodness, he does not fondle his sister's bra. Instead, he searches the room until he finds her diary, hidden behind that painting of a horse that hangs over her bed. The one time we could have used a diary-Ahhhhh voice-over, we don't get it. Instead, the camera pans over various phrases: how can I deny it; bodies drained of blood; protect my brother; take away Jeremy's pain; Vicki was a monster. Assume Jeremy knows everything, now.
Party; Exterior: Elena is looking for Stefan, but he whooshes away as soon he spots her. She finds Rude Guy, still lying on the ground. He says he's hurt his arm. "I lost my balance and fell. I'm clumsy." Heh. Struggling Stefan has an evil sense of justice-tinged humor when compelling his victims.
Back inside, Tyler apologizes to his father for his behavior. "I don't know what happened. I was drinking and lost control. I can't explain it."
Yeah, it's really not fair that alcohol calms vampires but incites werewolves. The Mayor is all: this is the last time you embarrass the family and then hits the kid. Even though he's abusive, you think he'd have the control to wait until they were entirely alone. I guess the full moon is getting to him, too.
Donovan Domicile: Matt tells Kelly to pack up and hit the road. He has had it with her behavior. Over at HeroineTV.com, Lucia (whom I love) objects to the fact that it is Kelly's sexuality that prompts Matt to kick her out, but I don't. I don't know a 17-year-old boy that could deal with finding his mother and his best friend drunkenly making out at a party. Throw in his upbringing, and I refuse to expect him to be some perfect young man who, in the wake of his sister's death, is able to hold a healthy, supportive intervention with his mess of a mom. Lucia points out that Tyler accepts his father's wandering eye, but that's a different situation. Show me a girl who would be all right with Daddy making out with her best friend, and then we'll talk. Anyhow, Kelly tries her best to apologize, but even she knows how lame the repeated excuses are. Still, she promises to get her act together. Matt ain't buying it. "I want you out of the house, and my life, by morning." Here's a tip, Kelly. If you want to get it together, start acting like the parent and tell your son that although his anger is justified, you will not be thrown out of the house by your own child.