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ELIJAH: My siblings and I
are the first vampires in history.

The Originals.

Three hundred years ago,
we helped to build the city of New Orleans.

We were happy here.

A family.

Recently, a coven of
witches lured my brother back,

using his unborn child as leverage.

(HEART BEATING)

ELIJAH: I tried to help him,
but he betrayed me to his enemy,

the vampire Marcel.

Since then, I've been held
prisoner by a powerful witch.

My brother seeks to manipulate others
to procure my release.

But I have my own plan.

If this witch proves to be an enemy,

I will stop her by whatever
means necessary.

(PULSE THUMPING RAPIDLY)

You're the one they call honorable.

Yes.

That's what they call me.

And yet I followed my brother here
to New Orleans to engage in a war.

So...

I ask you...

does that sound honorable to you?

You don't look well.

Well, only this morning, I had a
mystical dagger embedded in my chest.

So, I'd say I'm holding
myself together quite well.

Davina, I believe that you and I
have the power to end a war between

witches and vampires
before it truly begins.

I, by keeping my brother in line.
You, by behaving as your true self,

not some tool for Marcel
or the witches.

And why should I trust you?

Well, for one thing,
in spite of a ravenous hunger,

I have not tried to take your blood.

And why not?
I'm the only one here.

Even in my present condition,
I would not feed from a child.

(GASPS)

♪ (BLUES MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

(TROLLEY BELL CLANGS)

KLAUS: We had a deal.

You protect my unborn child,
I dismantle Marcel's army.

And whilst I've been busy
fulfilling my part of the bargain,

you allowed Hayley to be attacked
and almost killed

by a gaggle of lunatic witches.

I had nothing to do with it, I swear.

Hayley and I are linked, remember?

She dies, I die.

Then who were they?

They're a faction of extremists.

Sabine stupidly told them about
some vision she had about the baby.

What kind of vision?

She has them all the time.

They're totally open
to interpretation.

I'm guessing she's wrong on this one.

Well, how, may I ask,
was this particular vision interpreted?

Pretty much that your baby
would bring death to all witches.

Ah, well, I grow fonder of
this child by the second.

Sophie, look. I promised Elijah
that I would protect the Mikaelson

miracle baby whilst he tries to win,
your witch, Davina's loyalty.

Why don't you tell me just
how extreme this faction is?

Elijah's talking to Davina?

Yeah, as we speak, I imagine.

I'm guessing she'll have
plenty to say about that crowd.

Do tell.

I wasn't always an advocate
for the witches.

(MEN WHISTLING)
(LOUD MUSIC PLAYING)

Whoo!
Drink up, everybody!

This is how they party in Rio!

My sister was
devoted like our parents,

and our upbringing was very strict,
which drove me nuts.

The minute I turned 21,
I left the Quarter to travel and play.

But I wanted to be a chef,
so I came back to Rousseau's.

Oh! Jane-Anne!

Hey!

That wasn't me.

Hi!

Oh!

Welcome home, Soph.

Can we go someplace to talk?

Just tell me.

The elders called a vote.

We're moving
forward with the Harvest.

What?

What the bloody hell is the Harvest?

It's a ritual our coven does every
three centuries so that the bond

to our ancestral magic is restored.

We appease our ancestors, they keep
our ancestral power flowing.

And why haven't I heard of this?

Because the Harvest
always seemed like a myth,

a story passed down
through generations.

Like Noah's ark or the
Buddha walking on water.

The kind some people take literally,

and some people don't.

To be reborn, we must sacrifice.

To be reborn, we must sacrifice.

To be reborn, we must have faith.

To be reborn, we must have faith.

Do you have faith in the Harvest?

Not for a second!

- Sophie.
- Shh.

What are you doing?

Saving the community you renounced.

You're all ridiculous!

Monique? Seriously?

My mom told me I had to.

Yeah. Well, your mom and I
are gonna have words.

SOPHIE: They had the girls of our
community preparing for months.

Four would be chosen for the Harvest.

They said that it was an honor,
that they were special.

I thought it was a myth.

Was it?

(CELL PHONE RINGS)

Marcel.

Bit early in the day for you, isn't it?

I know. I make this look easy,
but I still have an empire to run.

Rather you than me.

All that responsibility
seems like such a bore.

Well, this might spice things up.

I just heard about a bunch of dead
witches out in the bayou.

The kind of damage a werewolf might do,
only there was no full moon.

I have an informant out
there I need to meet,

and I would love for you
to go with me.

Dead witches in the bayou.

Sounds like less of a problem and
more like a cause for celebration.

Well, something killed them
and may still be out there,

and with your blood the
only cure for a werewolf bite...

I would love for you to accompany me.

Well, why not?
I haven't been to the bayou in ages.

I'm on my way.

Peace out, brother.

This is the one.

SOPHIE: You can't go out there now.

I need to gather the witches'
remains and consecrate them.

If I don't get to
them before sundown,

we lose the link to their magic.

Those witches tried to kill Hayley.

I prefer for Marcel's informant not
to find anything that would lead him

back to us, to her,
or to, you know, that.

You are all class.

Stay put and save the rest
of your story 'til I return.

Look who's back.

Here to visit your
prisoner in the attic?

Lay off.
She's not a prisoner.

And I'm moving her tonight.
Too many people know where she is.

I've been hearing about
what you've been up to

since I've been out of town.

Using that girl to keep
the witches from doing magic?

All respect, Father K. If you're
gonna defend the witches' rights,

we got nothing to talk about.

Do you play?

That's not mine.

(RAPIDLY APPROACHING
FOOTSTEPS)

Good news, little D.

I'm moving you out
of this pile of dust.

Are you serious? When?

Tonight. I just need to lock in
the arrangements.

How's our Original?

Don't disturb the body.

I have a spell in progress.

I bet you do. Pack up, okay?
Only what you wanna take.

I'll buy you anything else you need.

Okay.

You didn't reveal that I was awake.

We're not done talking yet.

You and Marcel seem very close.

Marcel is my family.

And yet Marcel is someone who
delights in harming the witches.

Those people, I would think,
you would consider family.

This doesn't trouble you?

No.

They deserve it.

Why would you say that?

'Cause they're liars, all of them.

They made me and my friends
do this Harvest ritual.

They said our participation would
bring our family strength, health.

That we'd forever be celebrated
as saviors of the community.

But all they really
wanted was more power.

So, I left before they could get it.

And now they're running out of time
because after the Harvest

comes the Reaping.
And if they don't complete the Harvest,

there won't be a Reaping.

Soon, all the witches in the Quarter
will start to lose their power.

Eventually, they'll cease
to be witches altogether.

So what does it take
to complete this ritual?

I have to die.

Hey. What the hell?

You're going out
there anyway, aren't you?

I wanna go with you.

No thanks. Already got assaulted
by Klaus this morning.

Don't need a repeat.

What if whatever is responsible
for all those dead witches

is still out there?

We've already established that
it likes me and hates witches.

So you'll be safer with me.

Sorry if I'm not buying your
sudden concern for my safety.

(DOOR SLAMS)

Listen. The whole reason I came to
this stupid town in the first place

was to learn more about my family.

Your sister is the one that told me
Marcel ran the werewolves

out of the Quarter into the bayou.
And last night,

pretty sure that some
guardian angel wolf saved my life.

So I'm coming with you.

Could you two be more idiotic?

Two can play the follow game,
you know?

You heard Klaus. He and Marcel are
heading right where you're going.

So distract them. Because
unless you wanna lock a hormonal,

pregnant werewolf in a tomb,
I'm coming with you.

And wouldn't Elijah be mad
if he hears that the baby and I

died of asphyxiation?

What's the matter, Rebekah?
You cross that I'm out with your ex?

What is all that dreadful
hillbilly ruckus in the background?

According to the dreadful signage,
it's Big Auggie's Bayou Bar.

Well, order up a few rounds
of moonshine

and stay clear of the
dead witches for a few.

The witch is on a burial mission,
your baby mama is on a spirit quest,

and I'm keeping Elijah's
promise to keep her safe.

So stall, please.

Everything okay?

Just the usual.

Temperamental sister.

So, where's your informant?

Tomas?
He's out sniffing around.

Grab a drink,
then we'll chase him down.

Well, I suppose it will give us
a chance to talk things over,

like why you haven't returned Elijah.

Maybe your young witch
has grown partial to his company.

She must get so bored.

You never stop, do you?

You never answer, do you?

Why are you so curious about Davina?

If I had a 16-year-old all-powerful
witch at my beck and call,

you would wonder about her too.

You're never gonna get her.

Okay.

I'll ask the
harmless questions, then.

How did you meet her?

(CHUCKLES)

That might surprise you.

This was eight months ago, before
I banned the witches from using magic.

Relations between vampires and witches

weren't what you'd call friendly,
by any means.

But let's just say,
we were a little less divided.

In fact, some of us were
getting along just fine.

It's so screwed up.

I'm dealing with whacked out,
militant witches.

Hey, you witches all
got a little crazy in you.

And my sister's really
gone off the deep end this time.

Yeah. Jane-Anne has got
martyr written all over her.

That's for sure.

They've got every 16-year-old girl
in our coven dying to be one of the four

chosen for this crazy-ass ritual.

Anything I can do to help?

No. You've caused enough
trouble with them.

What, little, old me?

You're a dick.

You always stir it
up with the witches,

which is why this...

stays between us.

"KLAUS". You and Sophie.

You hypocrite.

You torture those witches,
and yet there you are,

getting positively Romeo and Juliet
with Sophie Deveraux.

It wasn't like that.

It was a mutually satisfying hookup.

So, if Sophie didn't turn to you,
her secret vampire lover,

in her hour of need,
what did she do?

She did what any good girl would do.

She went to her priest.

WOMAN: You've never cared
about witch business, Sophie,

and now you have the gall to reveal
our private dealings to an outsider.

You have to find another way.

You think we do this lightly?

The vampire presence in the
Quarter is growing stronger.

We need more power to fight them off.

Harsh times call for harsh measures.

This is a little more
than harsh, Bastianna.

You don't understand
because you don't believe.

You've never believed.

But I believe enough to put
everything on the line for this.

And being chosen for the offering,
it's an honor.

It's a myth, Jane-Anne.

What you are planning
to do is not only wrong,

in my city, it's illegal.

In your city full of vampires?

The vampires and the human faction
have an arrangement,

just like we have with you all.

Protect the locals,
protect our homes,

we look the other way.

What you are planning goes too far.

We are simply taking what we need.

Our connection to our
ancestors weakens over time.

You sow, and you reap.
That's the way the Harvest works.

I am the only ally you witches
have in this town.

Do you really wanna face
Marcel without me?

Because that is what
you'll be dealing with

if you go through with the Harvest.

Everything okay in here, Uncle Kieran?

We were just finishing, Sean.

Right?

I believe I've made myself clear.

We'll take this matter to the elders.

Continue to study, Sean.

Your uncle is an excellent role model.

(SPEAKING SOFTLY IN
FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

"MARCEL". The witches
were furious with Kieran.

Sophie tells me that the witches
put a hex on his nephew, Sean.

Made it seem like
he was slowly losing his mind,

in order to distract Kieran
while they kept planning for the Harvest.

So they attacked Kieran's nephew.

Yeah.

Kid wasn't the same after that.
Ended up going postal,

killing all his
fellow seminary students,

all of them, and then himself.

I might have read about that.

The boy killed a twin,
or he was a twin or something.

Oh, no, no.
They said that he had a twin sister.

So, enlighten me.

What did you mean
when you said you had to die?

That's what the Harvest was.

They said they'd put us
four girls in a state of, like,

peaceful limbo as part
of the offering,

and then later at the Reaping,
we'd awaken and be reborn.

I never got as far as the limbo part,

which means the Harvest
isn't complete.

That's why the witches
are so freaked out.

The Reaping is just around the corner,

and if they don't finish it before then,
it's over.

All I have to do is wait it out.

And then what?

They're punished, and I'm free.

From Marcel?

Of magic.

All our power will drain away.

I'll be normal.

And is that what you want,
to be normal?

I just don't wanna be what I am.

I can't control it sometimes,
the magic.

I hurt people,
even when I don't mean to.

Why don't you tell me
about your friends?

You must miss them.

There's Tim.

He doesn't know about any
of this witch stuff. He's normal.

My best friend, Monique.

She was a part of the Harvest too.

She's lucky.

No one ever fought for me,
but someone fought for her.

The only one who ever spoke out
against the Harvest

was Monique's aunt.

And who is that?

Sophie Deveraux.

So this Harvest thingy, tell me more.

Klaus said to wait.

Yes. He also said to
stay out of the bayou,

and yet here we are amongst
the crawly, buzzy creatures.

We're here.

Whoa.

Is that a wolf track?

(LEAVES RUSTLING)

Who's there?

What the hell?

An Original?

Let me understand this.

Against all logic,
you and Hayley went to the Bayou,

where you ran into a man you
think may be Marcel's informant,

and then you lost him.

Yes, and now that we've established
that I am a failure as a sister

and a friend and an Original,
you should probably know

he's on his way to Marcel
right now to rat me out.

Skinny guy in a hurry,
looks like he saw a ghost?

I'll handle it.

But I'll need a distraction.

I'm on my way.

(MOSQUITO BUZZING)

Your sister again?

She craves attention.

So, come along.

You were just
getting to the juicy bits.

I can't joke around about this.

I've done a lot in my day,
but I do have a rule about kids.

No one but Sophie ever
questioned the Harvest...

not even my own mother.

So, neither did I.

We thought it was such an honor.

We had such faith.

We were so stupid.

So, how did it begin?

We were led out like princesses.

My mother was so proud.

Our magic fades as our ties
to our ancestors weaken over time.

We beseech them, accept this
offering as a sign of our faith.

Bastianna, one of the elders
called upon the four elements

to bind our past and future
magic together.

Earth to connect us to our ancestors.

Water to heal the community.

Wind to carry us
to our ancestors and back.

(WIND RUSTLING)

Fire to purify.

After all our preparation,
we knew exactly what to expect.

For weeks, they told us that the magic
in the knife they used to cut our palms

would put us to sleep
and that later at the Reaping,

we would all be resurrected.

They said we'd awaken and all be
together and more powerful than ever.

And it was just like we rehearsed it.

All that was left was just
a little cut on our palms

for the blood sacrifice.

No! Stop! Bastianna, stop!

You have to stop.
Bastianna, please don't do this.

DAVINA: Even after Sophie tried to
stop it, we didn't suspect anything.

To be born, you must sacrifice.

Do you have faith?

(MUFFLED SHOUTS)

(ALL SCREAMING) Oh, my God!

Please stop!

Everyone involved in the ritual
knew that this would happen.

Except the four of us.

They weren't putting us to sleep.
They were slaughtering us.

(SOBBING) No, no!

Monique Deveraux.

No! No!

Don't go, Monique!

I begged for someone to help.
My own mother turned away from me.

Don't do this! Please!

Sophie screamed and screamed for
her sister, anyone to do something.

Don't kill her!
What is wrong with you?

But no one did.

Yet you survived.

Therefore, someone or
something intervened.

Yes.

Someone finally did.

Monique, run away!
Run away.

(SIGNAL WHISTLE)

(CHAOTIC SCREAMING)

(SNARLING)

Marcel!

You're the one who stopped it.

Kieran knew every detail from Sophie.

After his nephew's
massacre in the church,

he was so torn up,
he left town just before the Harvest,

but on his way out, he came to me,
and he asked me to stop the Harvest.

He knew I didn't want the witches
getting any more power...

and I do have a rule
about people abusing kids.

So, I did what he asked,
but I was too late.

(GRUNTING, SHOUTING)

No! Monique, no!

Let go of me!
Stop it!

I got you.

There was something
about seeing Davina fighting.

She didn't just go along
to the slaughter, you know?

I do.

Marcellus.

I felt like she and I,
we were kindred spirits.

Every girl who died,
released her power on to the next.

When I was the last one,
I suddenly had all of it.

All the power that was supposed
to be released back into the earth

to appease our ancestors.

So the Harvest was actually working?

Something was working, and I knew
that I was supposed to be killed

so the Harvest could be completed
and we would all be resurrected,

but they lied to us about
how they were killing us.

How do I know they weren't
lying to us about coming back?

But mostly, I just didn't wanna die.

So, I let him save me.

Marcel saved my life.

You're quite the
knight in shining armor,

though Davina must realize
you owe her as much as she owes you.

You never could have banned the
witches from using magic without her.

She's not exactly besties with them.
I'm protecting her.

A lot of them would like
to get their hands on her

and kill her to finish the Harvest.

If they don't, the other girls stay dead,
and they lose their power.

And if they do, you lose yours.

And Davina loses her life.

Isn't this like old times?

Just how drunk are you two?

Skating on the razor's edge.

I'm gonna use the loo.

Back in a tick.

I haven't seen him this
lushy since the twenties.

So you came to take him home?

Why else would I be here?

I don't know.

Maybe to make sure I didn't get too drunk
and spill secrets

better left unspilled
about you and me.

I know better.

I hope so.

Because you don't wanna
to end up on the wrong side of me.

Rebekah Mikaelson, you do not
wanna be on the wrong side of me.

Tomas, I presume.

Marcel asked me to find out what
you know about the dead witches.

I heard they were going
after some pregnant werewolf.

I mean, she was stupid
being out there all alone.

Yeah. She was. Yeah. She is.

It's amazing how gullible
some people can be.

Yeah.

You may return this now
to its rightful owner.

It's restored.

(VIOLIN PLAYS SOFTLY)

I don't even know if I'll see him again.

(DEEP RUMBLING)

Davina, this power that you contain
drawn from your fallen friends,

it's too much for you.

You need control which
requires study and practice.

And my mother was
a very powerful witch.

She left behind her grimoires,
a legacy of books filled with spells.

These books contain all of the tools
that you might need

to control your magic.

If you free me from here,
I can share them with you.

However, if you leave now
with Marcel,

we'll never see each other again,

and I cannot find you,
and I can't help you.

The witches manipulated me.

You know how that ended.

This is not manipulation.

This is one thing
in exchange for another.

I'm offering you a deal.

That was fast work, Rebekah.

Where's Marcel?
In there touching up his lipstick?

Credit me with some taste.

It's filthy in there.

Where'd he go?

He didn't tell you he was leaving?

No.

Do you think he
realized we were stalling him?

No.

Unless he was stalling us.

Okay.
Now's our shot.

You ready to blow this joint?

- Can't wait.
- All right.

We'll leave Elijah
behind as a parting gift.

Might buy me a little forgiveness
for pulling one over on his siblings.

Let's go.

What's wrong?

(LOW RUMBLING)

What's happening?

I don't know.
(PANTING)

Something's wrong.
(SCREAMS)

(LOUD RUMBLING)

Marcel, there's something
dangerous out there.

Take me back.

Damn it.

No one's gonna look for you here.

It's only for a little while
'til I can get you out of town

and someplace safe.

For now, I can get
you whatever you want.

What do you like to do?

Draw.

An artist, huh?
That's cool.

Okay.

I can buy out Vincent's
for you tomorrow,

maybe get you some curtains or...

Marcel.

You know what I really want?

I wanna make them pay.

Elijah?

I'm pleased you stayed.

You'll keep your promise
about your mother's spell book?

I Will.

You know, difficulties aside,
I value my family above everything.

I am sorry that yours failed you.

Your brother Klaus handed
you to Marcel in a box,

yet you still don't give up on him.

Well, I've given up on giving up.

It's an affliction.

I will fight for my family
until my last breath.

And I'll fight the witches until mine.

Now what?

You're just gonna leave her
up there for anybody to find?

I'm not in the mood, Kieran.

You were supposed to get her out
of New Orleans after the Harvest.

We failed those other three girls.
We didn't fail her.

That is why I came to you for help.
That was the plan.

Plans change.

Especially after you found
out how powerful she was.

Let's get something straight.

For eight months since you left,
I've been running this town just fine.

I don't need you coming back
and getting in my business.

I will do what I want where I want.

Got it?

You wanna be the boss?

You wanna call the shots?

Fine, but I call the shots
with the humans.

And you don't wanna
make an enemy of me.

So, I would suggest one thing,
stay away from my niece.

Fine.
Who the hell's your niece?

Cami.

Those people, all this because
of a vision about my baby

you don't think is true.

Look, I love Sabine,

but she's the witch equivalent
of a drama queen.

I've learned to take little stock
in whatever she says or sees.

Just kind of wish
she'd kept her mouth shut.

The Harvest ritual.

You said you didn't believe in it.

Were you right?

No.

I saw it with my own eyes.
It was working.

It was real.

So how can you be so sure
Sabine's vision isn't?

KLAUS: Taking me on a field trip
to distract me?

Pathetic and obvious.
I taught you better than that.

You taught me to protect what's mine.

You will not take Davina from me.
End of story.

An immutable law of nature, Marcel,

is the strong always
take from the weak.

If you were so strong, you wouldn't
have run away from New Orleans

like a little bitch
all those years ago.

(GRUNTING)

You've been playing king with
a bunch of children for too long.

Don't mistake me for one of your
Nightwalker lackies, Marcel.

I can take Davina any time I like.

What the...?

Do forgive me, Marcel.

But if anyone is to teach
my brother a lesson, it's me.

I don't care if we
have to get you a leash.

That was your last trip to the bayou.

What is it with you and
those wolves, anyway?

I feel like we're connected somehow.

I don't know.

Maybe it's just some pipe dream
that I have of finding any real family

out there, but sometimes when
I feel like it's me against the world,

keeps me going.

Oh, right.

Well, if you ask me,
family is a pain in the behind.

And as for being in it alone,
how dare you?

I don't ruin a perfectly
fabulous pair of boots

traipsing through the Bayou
for just anyone.

Nik. Finally. What...?

Elijah.

You're safe.

Now that you're home,
is your first plan to kill Niklaus?

Excuse me, just a moment.

Where's he going?

You're back.

I'm back.

Don't make promises you can't keep.

Welcome home.

ELIJAH: Everything that brought
us here to New Orleans was a lie.

This story that
Sophie Deveraux fabricated,

this struggle for
control of the French Quarter,

this war between
vampires and witches,

wasn't over territory at all.
This was over Davina.

I swear I had no idea that the
Harvest could possibly be real.

But the one thing that you were sure of
is that I was wrong and that

I would risk Monique's life on a
maybe, and now my daughter is dead.

Please tell me how to fix this.

Now that Marcel has Davina,
how are we even supposed to find her?

If we don't finish the Harvest,

Monique and those two other girls
are dead for real.

Look at me.

You and I are gonna find
a way to get Monique back.

It'll be our little secret.

We'll do it together.

We'll seal off the cemetery
from the vampires,

find Davina, stop Marcel, and finish
the ritual once and for all.

Even if I have to slit
Davina's throat myself.

Eight months ago, Sophie Deveraux and
her sister Jane-Anne lost everything.

Now, four months after that,
a young, pregnant girl

wanders into their restaurant.

Suddenly, all hope is renewed.

Jane-Anne actually sacrificed
her life so that her sister

could use you to find Davina.

If Sophie Deveraux is
successful in capturing Davina,

she can return
Jane-Anne's daughter back to life.

We thought we'd come here
to wage a war for power.

This is about family.

In order to return her niece to life,

Sophie Deveraux will fight
to the death.

That makes her more
dangerous than anyone.

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

(English - US SDH)