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KLAUS: Previously on The Originals...

This town was my home once
and in my absence,

Marcel has got
everything I ever wanted.

I want it back.

I hereby pledge
my allegiance to you.

- Celeste.
- Celeste?

Whoever she was,
she was smoking hot.

I believe that
when you love someone,

you're uniquely vulnerable.

She died because of me.

Davina. She's a powerful weapon.

(SHOUTS)

I knew that I was supposed
to be killed

so the harvest could be completed.

MARCEL: She is dead!
Do you hear me?

Four were supposed to rise,
and none did.

Where did all that power go?

TUNDE: Someone called us forth.

- Who?
- SABINE: I did.

I'd appreciate if you call me
by my real name, Celeste.

I remember this cemetery.
Hasn't changed a bit.

I've been coming here
over a century

wearing one face or another.

(DRUMMING)

Clara Summerlin, will you come on?
We're gonna miss everything.

(PEOPLE CHEERING AND WHOOPING)

Told you.
Every witch in the Quarter is here.

Come to see the great Papa Tunde.

(DRUMS STOP)

Witches of the French Quarter,
thank you for your welcome.

It is good to be among
people of the faith.

I, too, practice ancestral magic,

honoring those
who walked the path before us.

From them, we draw strength.

And you will need strength,
for a great darkness is coming.

The city your forefathers left you

is now overrun by pirates,
beasts and vampires.

(SNAKE HISSING)

(ALL EXCLAIM)

(WIND WHISTLING)

TUNDE: I practice other
magic as well... Sacrificial magic...

Channeling power from
the lives of my offerings,

I use this strength
to vanquish my enemies.

And I will punish
your enemies for their greed.

In return, you will accept
my family into your coven.

And me as your leader.

Gentlemen, make yourselves at home.

Mayor O'Connell appears
to be running late

but there's much to discuss,
so I shall begin.

KLAUS: One moment please, brother.

You know how much I enjoy
these illicit, little gatherings.

ELIJAH: Do not be troubled.

Despite my brother's reputation,
I can assure you,

we've invited you here
to broker in peace.

You have my word.

And, lucky for you,
my brother always keeps his word.

You two are from
the Guerrera crime family,

a brutish pack of thieves
and killers,

and that's nothing compared
to what you become

- on a full moon, is it?
- Yes, yes, yes.

Of course, a bite from your kind
is not lethal to an Original.

Conflict between us
would not end well for you at all.

Let's state our proposal here.

My brother and I
control the ports of the city.

But with prohibition
soon to be the law of the land,

there'll be a certain uptick

in the kind of federal presence
we prefer to avoid.

Therefore, I'd like to suggest
a system whereby

under our supervision, of course.

The Guerrera family can traffic alcohol

into the city of
New Orleans for a profit.

We would still be in charge
but our rule would remain a secret.

(SLOW, STACCATO CLAPPING)

This all sounds very good.

Tell me,
how will it benefit the witches?

I am sorry.
This is a private meeting.

Yes, for kings of the city.

But I, too, am a king,
and I have rules.

I'm impressed.

You're either quite ambitious
or quite mad.

What's your name, mate?

I am Alphonz Bellatunde Delgallo,
Papa Tunde to my followers.

And I come to ask that the witches
be granted fair tribute

for allowing your existence
in our city.

Are you suggesting that you speak
for the French Quarter witches?

I do now.

And I expect our future
negotiations to go very smoothly.

As a guarantee, I brought a gift.

I await our next gathering.

Well, I suppose
we'll need a new mayor.

Hey, Marcel,
maybe you know what's going on.

Klaus ordered us to meet here
and now he's a no-show.

What do you want from me?

It's a new regime.
Get used to it.

KLAUS: Dearest brethren,
your attention, please.

No doubt, you're all surprised
to see Thierry Vanchure,

who's supposed to be
rotting in the garden

for the crime of killing
one of our own.

And I personally decided
to issue him with a pardon.

I hope you'll all
welcome home Thierry.

Welcome home, mate.

(LAUGHTER)

You're in a good mood.

You should visit
Mystic Falls more often.

Well, as much as I might like to,

I have pressing responsibilities here.

Now, as you all know,

the witch Davina
is no longer with us.

Without Davina,
we can no longer monitor

the activity
of our witch neighbors.

However, since their Harvest failed,

their magic
will soon be gone forever.

Until then,
I say we keep them on their toes.

Diego, I wonder if you might lead
a rousting in the cauldron.

DIEGO: Let's do it.

Marcel, I'd hoped
you would join Diego.

Nah.

I'm gonna take a personal day.

ELIJAH: Now, you may doubt him.

Today, I saw Niklaus demonstrate
mercy towards an enemy.

- Tell me that's not progress.
- Please, Elijah.

Who do you think convinced
Klaus to let Thierry out?

Why would you do such a thing?

Because, despite Klaus' reprieve,
Thierry despises him.

I like that about Thierry.

I also like that he used
to date a witch,

so he knows about
French Quarter covens.

Maybe he can lead me

to whoever stole off
with the Harvest magic.

Rebekah, we are all devastated
by the outcome of this ritual.

That's just it.
There was no outcome.

We both know that power like that
doesn't just vanish.

I say someone stole it.
I'd like to know who

and then I'd like
to make an ally out of them.

To what end, exactly?

I'm tired of being threatened
and controlled

by our tyrant brother.

If you want to stop a bully,

you need the power
to stand up to them.

I expect such behavior from Niklaus.

It's so very disappointing
when it comes from you, Rebekah.

Do you not see that in his way,
he's making an effort here?

He's invited us back
into our family home.

He yearns for our family
to be reunited.

Yes. He's in a brilliant mood now
but for how long?

It's his trick, Elijah.

He lulls you into a false sense
of camaraderie and kinship

and then he turns
on you like a snake.

I fall for it every time

and wind up with a dagger
in my chest for my trouble.

No more.

I believe that he is approaching
some semblance of peace here.

Leadership may, in fact,
be a good thing for him.

Now, sister, please, I ask you,
if you cannot support him,

then at least do nothing
to provoke him.

KLAUS: Is this what's it's come to?

I bear the full weight
of our kingdom

while you pout like a child.

You wanted to be King.

Besides, you look like
you got it covered.

If the men see you
shirk your duties,

they're likely to do the same.

I told you, I am not in
the mood for vampire hijinx.

No. You'd rather sit
wallowing in sorrow

for your lost little friend.

Don't push me right now!

I am sorry Davina is gone, okay?
I'm sorry,

but this mournful attitude
is unworthy of you

and it's boring to me.

Hey guys, we got a problem.

We came to mess with the witches,
just like you said,

and these two, they went missing,
found them like this.

Not even staked, just dead.

Where are you going?

Someone has to account for this.

You want revenge, get it yourself.

That mark is tied to some bad mojo.

Any of y'all got any brains,
you'll head back to the compound

and stay the hell out of this.

(THUNDER)

We're gonna find whoever did this,

and I will show them
what suffering is.

THIERRY: Used to run
things down here for Marcel.

Thought you'd like to see
what I found before Klaus did.

Not a day out of the garden

and you're already
proving yourself useful.

We made a deal,

and if it screws things
for your brother, I'm all for it.

Though, to be honest,
this stuff makes my skin crawl.

I've never seen anything like this.

I have, a long time ago.

Somebody is copycatting
a very dangerous witch.

They draw their power
from sacrifice.

I just don't understand

why someone would
leave it here for us to find.

Unless they wanted it to be found.

TUNDE: Mademoiselle Mikaelson.

- That's not possible.
- Sure, it is, chérie. It's magic.

(SPEAKING CREOLE)

Ah!

KLAUS: Someone will die for this.

ELIJAH: Remarkably, I don't disagree.

However, I would like to know
where they learned such dark magic.

I had hoped never to see
that symbol again.

I recall it is the signature
of a fool

who once stood against us.

Clearly, some upstart witch
is salvaging old tricks.

I'll do for him as I did the other.

Diego.

When night falls,

I want you to gather
every vampire in the Quarter.

Get me the head of whoever did this,
and put it on a stick.

Yeah.
That's gonna be a problem.

Everyone is freaked out, man.

We haven't had witches
killing vampires in a long time.

Marcel made sure of that.

Marcel has run off like a scared child.

You lot are left with me.

Now, who of you will fight
to defend our home?

Not a single one of you
will stand with me,

so afraid are you of this new threat?

You should know better.

I'll handle this myself.

Sophie, the restaurant
is an epic disaster, again.

Do you think maybe
you could come in today and...

AUTOMATED VOICE:
User's mailbox is full. Goodbye.

Looks like I should've
been here last night.

Before you try anything,
I'm on vervain.

Yeah. Klaus mentioned
you broke free of his compulsion.

Good for you.

- Sophie around?
- No. Why?

Got a witch problem.
Thought she might have answers.

Mind if I Wait?

It's a little early for clay drinking.
Let me guess, Klaus problems.

I thought you'd be
on top of the world

now that you have Davina back.

Davina is gone.

Was it Klaus?
I told him, if he hurt her...

It wasn't like that.

The power that she had was too much.

We tried to fix her
with this crazy-ass ritual,

and something went wrong.
Now she's...

I don't know. Floating in limbo
or waiting on her ancestors.

Marcel.

I'm sorry.

Yeah. Me, too.

- There you are.
- Here I am.

Davina's drawings.

Yeah. Morbid, I know.

I was just thinking,
we never figured out

why she drew those
pictures of Celeste.

Anyway, I'm just killing time now
that I'm on vampire lockdown.

Whoever did this, we will deal
with them. it won't be long.

I'm not worried.

Just think it's kind of funny

that it took some big, supernatural threat

for you to even come
into the same room as me.

I do apologize
if you feel neglected.

I have been occupied.

My siblings are in some quarrel.
Niklaus remains agitated.

You'll recall that even
our slightest interactions

seem to infuriate him.

So Klaus is a dick,
and you want to be a good big brother.

So, we can't hang out.

That sum it up?

I get it, Elijah.
It just seems like a really crappy deal.

(CELL PHONE BUZZING)

El presidente?

He likes to keep track of his people.

Why are you loyal to him, exactly?

You know, for someone who says
she can't stand the guy,

you sure ask a lot of questions
about him.

- My interest is purely academic.
- I know what you're doing.

You're mad he used you
and you wanna get back at him.

Maybe you're hoping I'll let slip
some chink in his armor.

Friendly advice, don't do that.

It won't end well.

Let me tell you a story
about someone

who went up against Klaus.

MARCEL: This was right after
I returned from World War I.

I'd been trying to get away
from New Orleans for a while.

But something kept drawing me back.

Aren't you gonna welcome me home?

I wouldn't want you to think
that I was happy to see you.

How long you gonna hate me?

You left me in a box for 52 years.
Twice that seems like a good start.

Come on, boys.

There he is.
Our war hero triumphantly returned.

Oh, good to have you back, Marcellus.

Welcome home.

The prodigal son
has finally learned

to hold his liquor.

- The army'll do that to you.
- Well, it's good to have you back.

Niklaus was beside himself
in your absence.

Now that you are here,

perhaps you could help
settle an argument.

You see, you've traded a war abroad
for one here in the Quarter.

Some rogue witch
wants a piece of the city we built,

and Elijah, for reasons
beyond my comprehension,

insists that negotiation
is our best recourse.

Yes. On the topic
of your failed comprehension,

you forget, as a soldier,
Marcel has seen

not only how small the world
has become

and how fast news can travel,

but also,
the very horrors of war itself.

Surely, Marcel would agree with me.

The best way for us
to defend our home

is by exercising discretion.

So, who's the witch
you wanted to kill?

His name is Papa Tunde.

I think he's a charlatan.

Well, Marcel shall be able
to decide that for himself.

- You invited him here.
- Of course.

We're not savages, aren't we?

Thank you for accepting
our invitation, and welcome.

I hope you'll allow me
to play the role of host.

If there's anything you need...

Anything at all...

Pleasure before business, then.

(LAUGHS)

MARCEL: I didn't get it at first.

Klaus was the one
who wanted to go to war.

So, why was he inviting his enemy
into his home?

Why be so generous to someone
who he's gonna have to kill?

But, you see, that's the thing.

It was all part of Klaus' plan.

He was sussing the guy out,

learning his weaknesses,
his strengths,

getting him to let his guard down.

That's how Klaus does it.
Then he goes in for the kill.

Because he's a two-faced sociopath.

There's nothing enviable
about what Klaus does.

He's a monster.

We're all monsters, Cami.

If you're powerful like Klaus is,

you just don't have
to bother hiding it.

Davina was powerful.

She wasn't a monster.

(RATTLING)

(LIQUID DRIPPING)

(HISSING SOUND)

(ANIMAL ROAR)

PAPA TUNDE: It is done.

The power of the Original sister
flows through me.

And will that be enough
to make Klaus suffer?

I will hurt Klaus Mikaelson
as he hurt me.

When I am done,
he will wish that he could die.

- You gonna open this place today?
- And risk you eating the clientele?

Oh, and here I thought
you were starting to like me again.

(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)

You've deigned to break your despair
long enough to pick up the phone.

I figured you'd just keep calling.

KLAUS: I'm in the cauldron now.
You could meet me here.

We could start burning
passersby at the stake.

Sorry. I'm gonna chase
down my own lead.

And where might that be,
the bottom of a bottle of Scotch?

I'm at Sophie Deveraux's place.

I figured I'll sit here
and drink until she shows.

Or you could snap out of this funk
and come and help me end this.

(BEEP)

(BEEP)

Big, bad Klaus Mikaelson.

Sophie.

Just the witch
I was looking to brutalize.

Perhaps you could explain
the attacks on my men.

(LINE RINGING)

(BEEP)

Rebekah is not answering her calls.

You worried about
whoever killed those Daywalkers

still being out there?

Frankly, I'm worried that she had
something to do with this.

She's very displeased with Niklaus.

Perhaps even conspiring...

with others.

Thierry, is it?

That's right.

Do you know,
my sister is rather fond of you.

Strange, she's not typically
drawn to unremarkable men.

Would you care to explain
your sudden magnetism?

I don't know what you're...

(GRUNTS)

You can either tell me what you know

or I can distribute tiny pieces
of you throughout the Quarter.

She asked me to keep
an eye out on witch stuff.

I found something,

and when I showed her,
we were jumped by some guy.

He desiccated her with his touch.

Like a coward, you left her.

What was I supposed to do,
fight some warlock

that took out an Original?

Where was this, exactly?

The docks, warehouse 57.

I was just doing what she asked.
You cannot tell Klaus about this.

I shall take that
into consideration.

- I'm coming with you.
- No. Stay here. Compound is safe.

Rebekah is in trouble.
I'm going.

Do not leave my sight.
Understand?

You know. Calling things off with you
wasn't lack of interest.

I was hoping
to save you from all this.

Well, thanks, Romeo, but I'm in it.

So, when are you gonna get
to the good part

with Klaus and that Papa guy?

Papa Tunde said he wanted
to empower the witches.

Mostly, he wanted money
and territory.

Klaus and Elijah weren't about
to give him either.

He didn't like that,
so he went on a rampage.

No one was safe.

(PANTING)

Not the humans in the faction.

MARCEL: Not the Guerrera werewolves.

He even went after the witches
who opposed him.

Elijah offered a truce.
He gave his word, in fact.

But Klaus, being Klaus,
he had another idea.

You're late, Elijah.

It's not like the noble brother
to keep me waiting.

I'm sorry, mate.

Elijah is the brother you meet
when negotiations are to be had.

I'm the one you get
when negotiations are closed.

You do not scare me.

You have no idea the power I possess.

In fact, I made it a point
to learn all about your power.

I noticed how you're almost always
near those twin sons of yours.

How they bear your distinctive mark.

Got me to thinking.

You channel their power, don't you?

Which, of course, begs the question,

what would happen
were that power to be taken away,

if those sons,
whose lives you depend on...

were suddenly struck down...

What of that power then?

- I will kill you for this.
- I cannot be killed.

You, however...

(SCREAM)

- That's horrible.
- Oh, to Klaus, it's just business.

And don't you think
there's something

fundamentally wrong with that?

Don't you worry you'll end up
one of his victims

or, worse, just like him?

TUNDE: Poor Marcellus.

You remain always
in the shadow of your father.

Climb out from beneath it, will you?
So you can die like a man.

Cami, you need to run now.
Don't look back. Just go.

I think she should stay.
I prefer an audience

and I'm about to put on
quite the show.

(RATTLES)

(NECK SNAPS)

(SHUDDERS)

(BONES CRACK)

- CAMI: Marcel?
- I said, get out of here.

(GRUNTING)

You cannot defeat me.

I channel the power
of an Original vampire.

Soon, I will have all three,
but first, I will take you.

(CHANTING)

(GLASS SHATTERS)

SOPHIE: It's a complex spell.

Old-school stuff
rooted in sacrificial magic.

Whoever did this to your guys,

my guess is, they were
an offering to gain more power.

More guys they kill,
more power they get.

(CELL PHONE VIBRATES)

(BEEP)

I didn't expect a call
from you so soon.

You need to get to Rousseau's now.

Some lunatic witch doctor
is killing Marcel.

Get as far away from there
as you can.

ELIJAH: Rebekah.

(SOPHIE GASPS)

What's happening?

Some kind of boundary spell.

Someone is channeling her.

Typically, it's a lethal process,

but because she's an Original,
she cannot die.

Instead, she's an
endless source of power.

So, what are we supposed to do?

We have to get her out of there.

As I recall,
you're one of the few people

Niklaus Mikaelson
ever gave a damn about.

You know what he did to my family.

(GROANING)

The sins of the father
are paid for by the son.

I will take pleasure
in telling Klaus how you died.

I remember killing you.
I rather relished it.

What a joy it is
to relive fond memories.

TUNDE: You're here. Good.

I can crush you before the eyes
of your son

and then I will consume you both.

This time, I am stronger.

You're not listening.
We cannot enter the circle.

There's some kind
of confinement spell or...

If I can't remove her,
we can't break the link.

It's a convoluted spell.
It's like a witch's recipe.

You can spoil the balance
by adding a more potent ingredient,

a mystical binding agent,
I don't know.

Volcanic ash, rock salt,

anything up to
and including eye of newt.

- What about the blood of a witch?
- Do you have the blood of a witch?

- I need a favor.
- The baby.

She's a quarter witch.

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

(CRUNCHING)

(BLOOD POURING)

(SIZZLING)

(GASPS)

(WHOOSH)

(GASPS)

(GROANS)

- Is he dead?
- Get out of here.

Is Marcel dead?
Did that guy kill him?

He didn't finish him off.
Marcel needs blood to heal.

Go. Find me someone off the street.

- I'll do it.
- No.

Not you.
I don't want you involved in this.

You don't control me anymore,
remember?

It's okay, Marcel.

It's okay.
It's okay, Marcel.

(CRUNCHING)

(SLURPING)

(STREET MUSIC AND LAUGHTER)

I should rip out your coward heart.

Why, Rebekah?

We made a deal
to take out your brother

but at the end of the day,
it's every man for himself.

I am so sick
of self-serving narcissists.

Are men simply incapable
of committing to an alliance?

(CRACK)

I asked you to cease
these petty moves

against our family,
and yet you conspire with this fool.

Is this what it's come to you?

Making moves
against your own blood?

Don't you try and shame me.

Nik grows more powerful by the day

and you do nothing
but encourage him.

I offer him my counsel
because it's clear to me

that he means
to make the city our home.

Now, perhaps leading these derelicts
will curb some of these impulses,

grant him some degree of happiness.

You always talk of Nik's happiness.

But for 1,000 years, he has robbed me
of any chance at my own.

What about me, Elijah?
Am I not a concern for you?

We all make sacrifices
in the name of this family, Rebekah,

but know this. I will never stand
against you or Niklaus.

What about Hayley?

Nothing I conspire to do,

none of my treachery
will harm this family

as much as your feelings for her.

You're a hypocrite, Elijah.

You would choose love over family

and then condemn me
for doing the same.

Fancy meeting you here.

That symbol is already up
and down the cauldron,

more of them popping up everywhere.

I suppose Papa Tunde
is marking his territory.

- I'm told you saw him as well.
- Yeah.

- Brought up a lot of memories.
- Memories that are best left buried.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(WOMEN CHATTER)

REBEKAH: You're sauced.

Celebrating Klaus' defeat
of the mad Papa Tunde?

Not celebrating, drowning sorrows.

I'm the one
who brought Tunde to town.

What?

I made some inquiries
while I was abroad,

I wanted the most dangerous witch
anyone could find.

- Why on earth would you do that?
- For you.

I figured if someone as bad
as Tunde comes in,

maybe Klaus gets chased off.

Very least, he's occupied enough

that he can't stop me
from trying to get you back.

You mean to tell me
that you would tear down

everything my family built,
everything you helped us build,

risk your own life...

on the off chance
that I would show you

the slightest bit of affection?

I would. I did.

I'd do it again.

Klaus has killed a thousand Tundes.

All his life, there's only ever been
one man he has truly feared,

my father, Mikael.

The vampire who hunts vampires.

If he came here, Klaus would flee
and never turn back.

All we need is a witch
who can help us find him.

(CROWD CHATTERING)

Not long ago,
you all united against me.

You failed.

Since then, in my benevolence,
I have wiped the slate clean.

Yet, it seems clear
you think that I am the one

who needs to earn your respect,
your loyalty.

You're mistaken.

It is you who must
prove yourselves to me.

Our community is under attack.

I require soldiers.

I need warriors, not cowards.

Each of you has a decision to make.

You either fight alongside me

or you leave now.

(MURMURING)

We don't owe you anything!

If staying in the Quarter means
living under your rule,

I'd just as soon get the hell out.

MARCEL: I got to admit,

I thought you'd lose
a lot more guys than that.

Well, good riddance to them, I say.

We've no room for slackers
or cowards in our kingdom.

Now that you've regained
your composure,

let's move on to the next item
of business, shall we?

With a little help
from our dear friend, Sophie.

I got no reason to help you

and I sure as hell
don't have a reason to help him.

KLAUS: Now, now, don't be difficult, love.

You'll only live as long
as you're of use to me,

and right now,
your best use is to explain

why a witch I killed 100 years ago
has come back for revenge.

SOPHIE: Come on.
Resurrected witches with vast power?

It's the Harvest.

Four girls were meant to die
and be reborn.

I don't know how
but someone jacked that power

and they used it
to bring back four witches.

Just not the right ones.

So there's still a chance.

If we can get that power back,
we can save Davina.

Let's concentrate
on the immediate problem, shall we?

Papa Tunde wants revenge.

He'll continue to attack us,

channeling power
from the vampires he sacrifices.

He kills, he grows more dangerous.

So, how do I end him?

He needs sacrifices to gain power.

You keep him from killing
any more nightwalkers,

that's a start.

Unless...

he finds the one place
with a load of vampires

ready to be sacrificed.

Is it done?

This blade now contains

all the power I harvested
from the vampires.

It will do things worse than death,
even to an Original.

And are you ready
for the final offering?

In the name of the witches
of the French Quarter,

it is my honor.

Thank you, Papa Tunde.

(GASPS)

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