Transcript (en)

Where the hell's my wife? I don't know. I give up. You think you're so tough? Hiding in your bar? Drinking your liquor? A telephone call to Chicago PD might set you straight. Lila! Oh, thank God. Come on, we're leaving. Oh, no, no, no, no. No. You're sitting. Stefan, don't be mean. What the hell are you doing? I'd like you to join me for a drink. What kind of sick freaks are you? I said, drink. This is the famous Stefan Salvatore I've been hearing so much about. You're right, he does have funny hair. Take a picture of my brother and me. I'm sorry, but the fun has to end here. What are you talking about? You must forget Rebecca or me until I say otherwise. You never knew us, Stefan. Thank you. I had forgotten what it was like to have a brother.