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REBEKAH: Previously on The Originals...

Our community is under attack.

They're declaring war on us.

All his life, there has only ever been one man

he has truly feared. My father, Mikael.

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

- Celeste. - How did you know?

If you have come here seeking revenge, don't...

Oh, I'll have my revenge. Starting with Klaus.

He is gonna know pain and torment like he's never felt before.

Then that leaves Rebekah, the tragic sister.

She's about to find herself in quite the predicament.

Genevieve knows where your sister is.

Bastianna has Klaus tucked away someplace safe.

I guess always isn't forever, after all.

(LIQUID DRIPPING)

(GASPS)

(PATIENTS MOANING AND SCREAMING)

(WHIMPERING)

(CROW CAWS, FLAPS WINGS)

(MAN RETCHING)

(GROANS WEAKLY)

(PANTING)

(WOMAN LAUGHS FAINTLY)

Who's there?

(PANICKED BREATHING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

How the hell did I get here?

(STABBING SOUND) (GASPS)

(BODY THUDS)

- Genevieve. - Rebekah.

Tell me you're not leaving, already. I thought we might reminisce.

(CLANGING SOUNDS)

- (GASPING) - (GRUNTING)

My siblings have been taken. Where are they?

You're interrupting my Aunt Sophie's consecration.

- How did this happen? - Aunt Sophie was a casualty of war.

Monique, I recommend you give me what I want

unless, of course, you'd like me to level this place

and everything in it.

That won't be necessary.

I have a message for you. From Celeste.

(SKIN SIZZLING)

To find what you're looking for, follow the path she left behind.

(HUMMING)

(WHIMPERING)

What the hell are you doing, you ruthless bitch?

Poor Rebekah. You should rest.

You're looking a little piqued.

(GRUNTING)

Of course, that's to be expected,

given the rather impressive amount of werewolf venom in your system.

How did you like that wolf-boy, by the way?

I thought he seemed like your type. Trashy and willing.

If I weren't so bloody sick, I'd rip your head off.

But you are sick.

And comforting the sick always was a talent of mine.

I take care of my friends.

We were friends, weren't we?

Of course we were.

(ECHOING) We were friends, weren't we?

There, there.

Unidentified sick man.

- (HARSH COUGH) - Oh...

That can't be good.

You, Red.

(MAN COUGHING UNCONTROLLABLY)

Here. Try to take a sip of this.

Hmm.

Just like magic.

But then, again, what would you expect

from a practicing witch?

It's a simple, herbal remedy.

Won't stop the inevitable

but it should ease his pain and quiet his lungs.

For a while, at least.

You're quite good at this, Miss... What was your name, again?

- Genevieve. - Lovely.

Perhaps you could give me some pointers.

Certainly. Though it is a bit odd.

A vampire, serving as nurse.

Please, darling, I'm an Original vampire.

If my city is under attack from this nasty influenza,

it is my duty to lend a hand.

Besides, if this entire lot dies, who'd be left to eat?

You're wicked.

You know, I think you and I are going to be fast friends.

What say, you join me at this swell, little jazz joint

I've discovered on Basin Street tonight?

We can toast to the health of New Orleans.

Oh, I don't know.

You, you should come too.

After playing angels of mercy all clay,

I'd say we all deserve some fun.

(GRUNTING)

Anything?

They're putting eyes and ears out everywhere.

Daywalkers are working every contact we got.

Cops, dock-workers, guys in the Treme. Word is out.

Anyone trying to earn favor with me gets a lifetime of it,

- if they find them. - Good. I need a pen and paper.

Hey. Am I taking orders from you, now?

Or are we in this together?

Pen and paper, Marcellus. Now.

I want her back just as much as you do, you know.

Both of them.

- Hayley? - Elijah. You're back.

Did you find anything?

What is happening?

I need you to make a list of these names. Please.

Okay.

Sabine: Elijah, what is this?

I believe they represent the names

of women Celeste inhabited for the past two centuries.

It's called the devinette. It's old-school, kind of a riddle.

Witches use them to teach their kids.

Solve it and it disappears.

Why? What's the point?

Celeste forced me to make a choice between yourself and my siblings

and now, she means to mock that choice,

taunting me with a childish game.

The longer the game, the more they suffer.

So, to find Niklaus and Rebekah, we need to solve this riddle.

The solution lies somewhere in these names.

The name next to Sabine, "Annie LaFleur."

She's a witch that was shunned from her coven just over a year ago.

I never knew why but I can find out.

GENEVIEVE: You poor thing.

Don't worry. I'm here to help.

(GASPS, GROANS)

(SCREAMING)

MAN: Annie was a good girl.

Witches done her wrong, shunning her like that.

Saying that she's doing dark magic. There's no way.

They had proof.

So she just quit.

I can't really blame her for that.

Because once you've been shunned,

what's the point of going on? You know?

- She killed herself? - ELIJAH: Yes.

Drowned herself in the Mississippi to be precise.

Celeste had clearly tired of the body

and was ready to take Sabine's.

How do you know that?

She leapt to her death from the very location

Celeste and I had our first kiss.

Poetic, I guess, in a creepy, vendetta kind of way.

All these names, these lives, stolen,

that Celeste might take her revenge.

I suppose we have no choice but to see where they take us.

Hayley, I have to go. I'll call you back.

- Elijah, wait. - What is it?

Ask Marcel if he knows anything about a name on that list.

Brynne Deveraux.

Sophie said that it was her family's bloodline

that put the curse on the Crescent Wolves

but Celeste said that she was the only one that could break it.

If Brynne Deveraux was actually Celeste,

when she cast the spell, then, maybe Celeste can still break it.

I'll see what he knows.

Elijah?

I'm really sorry that you're going through this.

If I'd known that Celeste had made you choose who to help...

You were going to die in that fire, Hayley,

along with my brother's child.

There was no choice.

My wound isn't healing.

The amount of dark magic contained in that blade,

it's gonna take a little while.

You're one of them, aren't you?

The witches back from the dead, seeking vengeance.

Why show me kindness?

You never did anything to me.

And the truth is, seeing you like this,

I can't help but pity you.

Well, then, betray the others and stand with me.

I will reward you in ways you cannot possibly fathom.

Klaus Mikaelson offering a deal to little, old me?

I should be flattered.

But first, we need to have a talk about your sister.

Rebekah is of no concern to you. If you mean to harm her...

(GROANS) The protective brother.

Shame that loyalty isn't reciprocated.

But then, I'm no stranger to Rebekah's treachery.

Something you and I have in common.

Here. Drink.

I'm just trying to help you. Heal you.

Get you to see the truth

that's been right in front of you for almost a century.

Your sister had an unfortunate run-in

with some wolves, last night.

I imagine you're tasting the venom in her blood.

It's the only way I can show you what you need to see.

(PANTING)

In her weakened state,

I'll be able to guide her down Memory Lane.

That's how I'm gonna have my revenge.

By showing you her betrayal.

Niklaus.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(BOTH MOANING)

Marcel. Have some respect.

Yeah, I don't think they mind.

Did you ask Genevieve about doing the spell?

I will. When the time is right.

Rebekah. You been hanging around that witch for weeks

waiting for the time to be right.

She wasn't supposed to become your sidekick.

One little spell and we could finally be together,

for real.

What are you waiting for?

She's a sweet girl, is all.

If you must know, I feel badly for using her.

Then, we'll find another witch.

One you don't have to fake a friendship with.

Unless you changed your mind.

I want to wake up with you in our home,

in the bed that we share.

I want to walk down the street with you by my side

so that everyone knows that you are mine and I am yours.

I don't want to be afraid

of what my brother will do to me for loving you.

If this is the only way to get it, then...

No, my mind hasn't changed.

(BOTH RESUME MOANING)

GENEVIEVE: Oh. Oh!

I didn't know anyone was in here, I'm so sorry.

Genevieve.

Genevieve, wait.

I'm sorry.

So, this is your great betrayal?

My sister and Marcel,

they've been sneaking around behind my back

for the better part of two centuries.

Yes. Against all your warnings.

You'd disciplined them for it, before, had you not?

Harshly, I understand.

- I have my reasons. - Oh, you don't have to convince me.

As far as I'm concerned, you only needed one.

That it suited you.

Have you ever read the Old Testament, Nik?

You see...

God wasn't powerful because he was right.

He was right because he was powerful.

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

But if the sum total of your plan to turn me against my sister

was this revelation,

this will have been a wholly ineffective endeavor.

You poor thing.

After a thousand years,

dishonesty from your family has come to be expected.

I wish that was the sum total of their treachery.

Unfortunately, it's not.

♪ (LOW-TEMPO MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

(GROANS)

(STAMMERING) What do you want from me?

Well, I assume you're familiar with this pigsty.

Quite appropriately known as "The Pit."

See, awkwardly enough, only weeks ago,

a group of human beings, just like yourself,

slaughtered many of the companions of the vampires

that you see assembled before you here.

You run the records room at City Hall.

We're told the former mayor kept a detailed record

of the supernatural community.

A ledger of names of witches, werewolves and vampires,

specifically, their death records.

We need it.

I don't know where it is.

I think we both know that's a fib. Anyone feeling hungry?

(VAMPIRES SNARLING) Okay, okay, wait.

(PANTING)

They moved the records after the mayor died.

They're at the sacristy of Saint Anne's Church.

You see?

There.

Wasn't so difficult now, was it?

(PANTING)

(BOTH SHRIEKING)

Rough day?

Oh, Beks. Those bites are looking nasty.

Why make me relive the past? We both know how it ends.

You and I both know.

But I thought your brother might like to hear our story.

Sol linked your mind to his. You're gonna show him everything.

No. No, please, don't do that to me, I'll do anything.

It's too late, friend.

(SOBBING)

Marcel, here's another name from our list, "Brynne Deveraux"?

Says here she drowned herself some 20 years ago.

Do you recognize the name?

Brynne? Yeah, yeah, we used to hang out, knock around a bit.

You can spare me the details, please.

She used to do some spells for me now and then.

Girl had power.

Cursed a whole pack of werewolves

just because they were pissing me off.

Speaking of...

What do you think Klaus is gonna do

once he finds out that you left him to suffer,

while you saved Hayley and her wolf friends.

Let's avoid discussing matters that are not your concern,

shall we, Marcellus?

Oh, come on, Elijah. I got guys all over this city.

You honestly think that I don't know

that the Crescent Wolves had a little family reunion

out at the plantation last night?

Thanks for letting the house burn, by the way. Good riddance.

But my question is: What's Hayley doing with that bunch?

Marcel, I'm aware of your history with this city's wolves

and I assume you understand that if you lay a finger upon Hayley,

it will be the last thing you do on this Earth.

Okay. I see I hit a nerve.

And just when we were getting along.

We were right.

Every name upon my flesh signifies a witch who died

by her own hand, all but one.

"Clara Summerlin."

- Ring any bells? - None.

Okay, well, if she didn't off herself,

- then how'd she die? - Influenza. Epidemic of 1919.

I suppose we have our answer.

Only I have no idea what it means.

(MECHANICAL WHIRRING)

♪ (BIG BAND MUSIC) ♪

♪ (MUSIC CONTINUES IN THE DISTANCE) ♪

(WHIMPERING)

No.

♪ (MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪

(GASPS) Please.

Your sister's tryst with Marcel was only the beginning.

You see, the burden of your condemnation

had become too great.

And as a result, your deepest fear came to pass.

That their love for each other would overshadow their love for you.

Turn it into hate.

Nik, they conspired to rid themselves of you for good.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(BLENDED SOUNDS)

You're anything but.

Okay, next round's on me.

Clara Summerlin, no. I'll be soused.

Get it, while you can, it's the last real gin in the city.

Bartender?

You're nothing like I thought you'd be

when I first met you.

I was brought up to think your kind were...

- Well... - An abomination of nature?

You're anything but.

Not just you, your whole family is so...

elegant.

Yes, I agree, Elijah is quite peerless.

I don't know, I mean, he's nice and all.

But if I had to go for one Mikaelson boy.

Klaus?

Genevieve, who would've thought a saintly, little witch like you

would go for the bad boys?

I knew we were destined to be friends.

Martini, please.

Ooh! (GASPS)

Don't move. Please.

Allow me.

Keep it. It's yours.

Well, there's a load of us Mikaelsons.

If you like bad boys, you'd love my brother, Kol.

And where is this mystery brother of yours?

It's complicated.

Like all siblings, we've had our ups and downs.

Family feuds.

In fact, I was thinking of reaching out

to someone we haven't seen in a very long while.

I was hoping that maybe you could help me contact them.

But it would have to be a surprise. No one could know.

Of course.

You want me to find your brother, Kol?

Actually, I'd like you to find Mikael. Our father.

Enough of your lies!

GENEVIEVE: Don't dismember the messenger.

Part of you must have known. Suspected, at least.

Your father came to New Orleans in 1919 to kill you.

Did he not?

And as the city burned, he nearly succeeded.

My family and I

have done some terrible things to each other over the years.

But Rebekah would not call my father.

No matter how angry she was.

It's sweet of you to believe that.

To believe in her.

But by the time we're done here, you'll know just how wrong you are.

Hey, look, I found...

You were right about the Deveraux witch.

Find anything about Clara, the mystery witch?

Not much.

She was a nurse at the Fleur-de-Lis Sanatorium.

Recognize her? Top row, second from the right.

No. I don't.

Marcel... Marcel?

Do I need to remind you that Niklaus and Rebekah

are somewhere suffering horribly? If you know something...

talk.

Sanatorium. That's where you'll find them.

You sure? How do you know?

- I just know. - How do you know?

If I'm right...

you need to know exactly what we're walking into.

We did something, Rebekah and I.

I think the witches are trying to use it against her.

It's something that you're not gonna like.

Are you ready to see more proof?

- GENEVIEVE: What do you see? - KLAUS: My father's blade.

It went missing when I was a boy.

He beat me half-to-death. So sure I had stolen it.

Rebekah was so kind to me in the weeks after the beating

I should have known she was the culprit.

She never could stand weapons were things not meant for girls.

(CHANTING SPELL IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

No!

My sister.

(SIGHS)

Rebekah.

Rebekah!

For the better part of a century, I have wondered how Father found us.

What foolish mistake that we had made,

to destroy our time in the one place

that we could finally call home.

Do you know, I even blamed myself for a time, Marcellus.

- Elijah. - Niklaus treated you like a son.

- And Rebekah... - I loved her. I still love her.

All we ever wanted was to be together

but as long as Klaus was around, that was never gonna happen.

But hey, I guess you wouldn't know anything about that, huh?

(GRUNTS)

When Niklaus learns the truth, there will be no end to his rage.

I will not let my sister suffer that wrath.

Then we need to get to them before he learns the truth.

(GASPING)

Just give it up, Rebekah. It's inevitable at this point.

- Sabine. - I prefer, Celeste, actually.

All these names I've had over the years

and I still prefer the first.

Perhaps it was the way it sounded on Elijah's lips.

Like a declaration of love.

Oh, he was a good liar. All of you are.

Say what you will about me but Elijah is a good man.

Still defending him. Even until the bitter end.

Good. I'm counting on that familial love.

It'll be the ruin of you all.

Now that Klaus knows what you've done,

he'll never stop until he's had his revenge.

He'll kill Marcel and do something horrible to you.

Elijah will never forgive him.

Your betrayal will ultimately pit brother against brother.

And the fabled "Mikaelson bond" will crumble.

- I'll kill you, you bitch. - You already did.

Though, at the time, I wore a different face.

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

Genevieve, we need to talk. Privately.

I'll be fine here, you go ahead. You should wash up, anyway.

Hey. Incinerate that as soon as you can.

You were the other one. Clara.

You should have minded your own business.

I suspected my friend was being exploited.

It was my business.

"Call it off." Are you mad?

I was wrong.

It was stupid, and impulsive and it will ruin us, Genevieve.

Not just Klaus but Elijah too.

I risked tearing our family apart for my own, selfish happiness.

I am begging you. Please. Don't bring Mikael here.

If Klaus finds out what we have done,

what you have done...

Klaus will kill me. He'll kill my entire family.

Which is exactly why I need you to undo it.

It doesn't work that way.

There is no "undoing it." Mikael is coming.

The only hope now is tell Klaus the truth.

Confess what we've done.

That is not an option.

He will dagger me and leave me in a box for centuries.

You will not say a word.

You used me.

This whole time, our friendship, all you wanted was a favor.

And now, you want to take it back?

Well, you can't.

And I will not suffer

because I was foolish enough to trust you.

It was a mistake. I know that, now.

But that one mistake will destroy us.

- (CHANTS SPELL QUICKLY) - (GROANING)

You brought this on yourself.

I will not be destroyed along with you.

I'm so sorry, Genevieve.

(WHIMPERING)

But if you tell Niklaus you summoned Mikael,

you're dead, either way.

Genevieve? Ls everything all right?

(GASPING)

So you infected me too.

Compelled the orderlies to keep us in quarantine until we died.

(COUGHS WEAKLY)

CELESTE: Fortunately, I just took another body.

Genevieve wasn't so lucky.

Well, now that she's back...

you're the one whose luck's run out.

GENEVIEVE: I'm sorry.

I know how much this hurts.

To see what she did.

To see who she really is.

But you needed to know.

You needed to see it.

And now that you have, you can take your revenge.

Our revenge.

Please. Go ahead.

You'll need your strength for what comes next.

(EXHALES)

(INHALES DEEPLY)

(CHAINS CLANKING)

Rebekah!

Rebekah!

We should divide the building.

I'll start at one end, you at the other.

(PANTING)

Nik. Nik, it isn't true.

I want to believe you, sister.

But your face tells a different story.

(FRIGHTENED PANTING)

You cannot hide from me, Rebekah!

Nor can you run.

This ends now.

(GROANS)

Hey, there, witch-bitch.

You and I are gonna have a little chat.

KLAUS: Rebekah!

(PANTING)

Tired of running?

I know how much you enjoy the chase. I'd sooner deny you the pleasure.

Well, then, I'll take my pleasures in other ways.

No more daggered-in-a-box for you.

Trust me, sister. You'll long for what the dagger offered.

This will be far less merciful.

How to describe exactly what this blade does?

You don't have to do this, Nik.

After I plunge this into your heart, you will be immobilized,

imprisoned in a state of raw, inescapable anguish.

Time loses all meaning.

It's not unlike a living hell, which I find rather fitting

given your treachery.

Then, do it. If that's what you really want.

Are we skipping the part where you beg for mercy?

For forgiveness?

Because I was really looking forward to that.

I'll pass.

I know better than to think it would do me any good.

That's it, then? You concede.

Like a lamb to the slaughter.

What would your father think of you, now?

(SCREAMS, THEN GROANS)

(GRUNTING)

- (KLAUS SHOUTS) - (GROANING)

Just the man I wanted to see.

Rebekah's punishment won't be complete

until she watches you die.

Nik, it was my idea to summon Mikael.

If you're gonna hurt anyone, it should be me.

Such loyalty to your beloved.

You know...

If you had offered me even a fraction of the same,

I wouldn't have to do this.

(SCREAMING)

Go.

Both of you, run as far and as fast as you can.

Run!

(English US - SDH)