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- Previously on The Originals...
- When the spell is over,

you got to get away from each other,

and you have to stay away from Hope.

We got water turned into blood.

We got snakes fleeing the river.

If the Mikaelsons come together,

it will signal darkness
like we've never known.

Now, if there's anybody who can cause

the collapse of New Orleans,

- it's Klaus Mikaelson.
- This isn't about Klaus at all.

It's about his daughter.

Hope Mikaelson will be our downfall.

Oh, my God. Henry.

I'm not going anywhere with you.

We are your family.

I don't care about any of you.

Elijah Mikaelson is dead.

I may need your help waking her up.

Hope was boasting
about a cloaking spell,

a sleeping spell.

Hayley?

Where is she?

Oh, my God.

I'll find your mother, and I swear...

I'll return her to you.

New Orleans is a survivor.

She's faced down countless tragedies:

fires, floods, war.

Where another city would buckle,

New Orleans turns misery into magic.

And each year,

the greatest tradition of all endures...

Mardi Gras.

In spite of all our differences,

the whole city celebrates
Carnival season together.

- David, I like this fabric.
- You like it?

I think it's good, too.

There are more than 80 groups

that join the party in the weeks

leading up to Fat Tuesday,

each krewe more unique than the last.

There's something for everyone.

Looking for love or
hungry for a good time?

There's no better mistress

than New Orleans during Mardi Gras,

as long as you can stand the heat.

So, what exactly are you implying?

Hope hid her mother
with a cloaking spell.

Someone found her.
That requires a witch.

So that means it was one of mine?

I don't think so.

You witches always plead virtue,

but if history's to be prologue,

you're the most rotten of the bunch.

As soon as Freya told me
that Hayley had gone missing,

there were a dozen of us
witches out there on them streets

performing locator
spells, trying to find her.

Because Hayley is actually
a friend to us, okay?

Hayley, unlike you,

has earned our respect.

And out of respect to her,

I'm only gonna say this
to you one time, Klaus:

we had absolutely nothing to do

with her disappearance.
I promise you that.

A witch's promise is
as slippery as snake oil

and as effective.

You want peace and prosperity?

Prove your innocence and find her.

Why would the werewolves

take down their own Alpha?

That's a valid question. Perhaps one

of your fellow swampmates
can shed some light.

We are the victims here.

A bloodsucker killed Henry

just for being a hybrid.

No, you wolves saw the boy

as an abomination, as well.

Who's to say the same disgust
didn't extend to Hayley?

A guilty wolf could just
point fingers at vampires

to cover their tracks.

If you didn't take her, I
suggest you find out who did.

Do you really think my
guys would be that stupid?

They know that if they even
laid a finger on Hayley,

they'd be answering to me.

Well, was it you who
ordered the vampires

to antagonize the wolves and string up

that hybrid boy? No.

I didn't think so.
Perhaps your royal status

has wilted along with
your marital prospects.

All right, all right.

Easy. The vampires

like Hayley... everyone
does. We didn't touch her.

Well, I suggest you amp up your
efforts to retrieve her, then.

Because if my daughter is not reunited

with her mother by sundown,

then your entire faction will face

the wrath of my disappointment.

Close proximity of just two Mikaelsons

turned rain to blood.

Imagine what would happen

if I were to turn to
my siblings for help.

Our little family reunion

would cause hellfire to devour us all.

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Compelling NOLA's finest, I see.

If that's the city's finest,

then it will wither
from its own mediocrity.

Now, what are humans gonna do
that the other factions can't?

They have the numbers.
I need eyes everywhere.

Whoever did this can't hide from me.

- What?
- Mm.

Clear eyes, focused demeanor.

You know, for Klaus Mikaelson,

I'd say you're acting pretty normal.

If you've got a point,
Marcel, spit it out.

There's chatter you're unhinged.

I'm just making sure you're not poised

to do something that we'll all regret.

Well, if the suicidal simpletons

who took my daughter's
mother return her unharmed,

I won't have to do something
we'll all regret, will I?

What happened when you went
to go visit Elijah in France?

Nothing. He wasn't there.

No? You two didn't come face-to-face?

Because last I heard,

Hope's picking maggots

out of her cafeteria food.

You seem to forget
that my other siblings

carry this curse.

So this is because Kol and Rebekah

had an impromptu reunion?

Well, she's certainly
not with you, is she?

This city isn't gonna stand

for the kind of retribution
you're threatening,

and neither am I.

Well, then, I suggest

you take all of this as an incentive.

Your brother has got a
very interesting approach

to motivational speaking.

Look, I know there's
no love between you two,

but as insane as he seems,
Klaus's tactics always work.

Just ride out his bad
mood as best as you can.

Yeah, if he keeps messing with me,

I'm gonna show him a bad mood.

Tell me, did you make contact?

"Make contact"?

We talking about my
niece or a secret agent?

Freya.

I know that this is
hard for you to hear,

but Ivy's cards
predicted that your niece

might, in fact, be
the devil in disguise,

so you cannot be soft on her.

She's 15.

Her future isn't written in stone.

That's why I'm here.

To make sure of it.

Good luck.

You, too.

W-What happened?

Uh, oh, no, nothing.

Uh, no, your...

your father has search parties
scouring every inch of the city.

We'll find her.

I just...

When I saw you, I
thought that she... yeah.

So, wait, if she's still missing,

then why are you here?

Care package.

Thought you could use a taste of home.

So you drove all this
way to bring me beignets?

You know, I figured
with everything going on,

you could use a friend.

- Thanks, but I'm really fine.
- Mm-hmm.

You know, I could be wrong, but, um,

I think this is the part
where you invite me in.

Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah.

Locator spells in 12 ancient languages?

Thought you weren't allowed to do magic

outside of the classroom.

Catch-up reading.

I'm trying to make up
for being suspended.

- Mm-hmm.
- Keep my grades up.

I got to get back to work, Aunt Freya.

Sure. Sure, I mean, I could just leave

after an excruciating 11-hour drive

to see my only niece.

Or...

we could get comfy,

stuff our faces with deep-fried glory,

and you could tell
me about that cute boy

you had hidden in your room last week.

Have you considered
this might be a trap?

I could have 30 vampires
here in five minutes.

I can't help you if you won't let me.

If your assistance requires
psychological evaluation,

allow me to make this easy for you:

psychopath on a mission,
no time for chitchat.

Look, you want to shed blood today?

Get in line. I care about Hayley, too.

So be a dick to everyone else,
but watch your tone with me.

We're here.

Wait.

What do you hear?

- Absolutely nothing.
- Hmm.

Klaus.

Wolfsbane and vervain.

She was here.

_

So, which one is he?

The hot one that sweats diamond dust.

All right, all right.

Uh-huh.

Hey! Hey!

Go, go, go, go, go!

Yeah!

Oh, God.

Keep-keep walking.

Wait, you're not gonna wave back?

No, pretty sure, uh,
his ego can handle it.

Hey, so...

that stuff you were studying earlier.

Alchemy of the Iberian Peninsula?

Magic of the Middle East?

I'm examining

regional magic as it relates

to sociopolitical and economic statuses.

So, what exactly are the
sociopolitical implications

of breaking powerful cloaking spells?

What do you want me to say?

My mom's missing.

Trying to break every possible spell

in those books by yourself
would take a thousand years.

This is exactly why I
didn't want to tell you.

And guess what?

You and the witches
haven't gotten anywhere.

I'm coming at it from a different angle.

Okay.

I'm the one that

put the cloaking spell
on her in the first place.

Maybe I can find a way to lift it

without being in the room with her.

And the fact that that's never been done

in the history of witchcraft
isn't going to deter you.

I can't just sit around and do nothing.

All right, then.

Let's get to work.

Why does Marcel have us wasting time

trudging through the bayou?

Well, you know, technically,

you can't waste time if you're immortal.

You know what I mean, Josh.

This is how we honor Poppy's memory?

Okay, look, Marcel wants
Klaus out of town ASAP.

Finding Hayley makes that happen.

Just trust me, okay?

Klaus gone is good for everyone.

Fair enough.

But what about when
what's good for everyone

isn't good for vampires?

I'll head down to the water.

Joshua.

And here I thought we were friends.

Okay, okay, fine. You
caught me bad-mouthing you.

But I was bad-mouthing while
also doing what you asked,

so I'm thinking they kind
of cancel each other out, no?

Oh, wow, a hostage situation.

How creative.

You might call it that.

I call it gentle encouragement.

Now,

lovely Colette, be a dear,
and enclose your new roommate

in a barrier spell.

I would so hate for
anyone to steal you away.

I won't do magic for you.

Josh, tell her how this goes.

Actually, allow me to speak for you.

If you don't do as I
say, I will hunt down

anyone you love, and then blood, gore,

screaming, death... I win.

Did I do it justice?

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Hayley has definitely been in here.

I can't sense who took her, but, um,

fear is just dripping off the walls.

Are you 100% sure

no one in your ranks did this?

I'm 100% sure, are you?

Seven years ago, I
would've said absolutely,

but now, I seem to be getting
more attitude than allegiance.

I'm gonna tell you something, Marcel.

I appreciated this city
a hell of a lot more

when it ran like a democracy
and not like a monarchy.

Truth be told, none
of y'all were missed.

He took Colette.

- What?
- Klaus.

He took a member of each faction.

Colette, David...

Who's one of Lisina's wolves...

That vampire who runs Rousseau's...

Josh?

He said if we don't turn
Hayley in by sundown,

he'll slaughter them.

It's over and over again.

Over and over, it's
the exact same story.

I give that family the
benefit of the doubt,

I do magic for them...

and then in the end,
it's just the same thing.

And the only thing that I know right now

is that I got to get Colette back.

You're letting rage drown reason.

Look, I get it.

Witches do the spells,

protect the land, keep the peace,

but who looks out for us, right?

We all know how the story goes.

But that doesn't mean
we can risk their lives.

If we attempt a rescue,
Klaus will kill them all.

You know that.

That's the thing: I don't know that.

I have absolutely no way of predicting

what that man is going to do.

When it comes to war,

there is absolutely no strategist

that is as great as Klaus Mikaelson,

but he needs his brother
as his co-captain.

He's got to have Elijah
there to rein him in.

I got to get Colette back.

Then let's ask the
cards for guidance, huh?

If Klaus steps out of line,
we'll be the first to know.

Let him out.

- Now.
- I'm afraid Josh

is far more useful in here.

Is that what I'm supposed
to tell my guys? Huh?

They already think I'm toeing your line.

Your "guys," Marcel.

The words scrawled on
the wall of that house

apply to you just as much as they do me.

Freak. Crossbreed.

Perhaps that's why the vampires
are deaf to your demands,

or are you still pretending
to be one of them?

Those words also apply

to your daughter, or did
you forget about that?

All of this...

is for my daughter.

They took Hayley by force.

They tied her down like an animal,

because she's different,

because they were scared of
her. See, that's their language.

Fear.

Now they'll listen.

Josh, I will get you out of here.

All right? I promise.

How sentimental. Do your job

and deliver my next message.

Pretty.

In a creepy,

"don't get caught alone
here at night" kind of way.

The Saltzman twins found
it, like, two years ago.

Pretty sure it's their
evil Mean Girl lair.

Or they share their
father's love for the bottle.

All right.

You want to find your mom,

I got to start with

how she was taken in the first place.

I already told you, I don't know.

Someone followed me.

Or there was a problem
with your cloaking spell.

Maybe you missed a step...

left a loophole open.

No, of course I didn't.

Fine.

You were followed.

Then we retrace every step you took.

A deconstructing spell will
magnify that the cup of blood

in each bowl will give us that.

I know how it works, Aunt Freya.

Don't stop.

Dammit.

It wasn't enough.

It's healing faster than I'm bleeding.

Maybe you shouldn't have picked a spell

that involved me bleeding out.

Which you knew couldn't happen.

You don't want to do this spell.

Not particularly, no.

Why? Because it isn't going to work.

If there was even a
chance of it working,

don't you think one
of the hundred powerful

New Orleans witches would
have thought of it by now?

Then why are we wasting time?

There's something you're not telling me.

Vincent and Ivy think
they've learned something.

About you.

Good-bye letters?

- The hell is Klaus trying to prove?
- Look, I don't

like his methods any more
than you do, all right?

But let's not lose
sight of the goal here.

To get Hayley back home safely.

Why do we care about Hayley?

She's not one of us.

I'm sorry, "us"? Look,
I've only seen your face

three times in my
entire life, all right?

So let's not start throwing
stones about who's who.

You might not know me,

but I know you.

You're a self-made legend.

Marcel Gerard,

the vampire with werewolf
toxin in his fangs.

But perhaps your loyalties

aren't what they used to be.

Fangs that will shut you up

permanently in less than six seconds

if you don't fall in line.

It all started when that hybrid

killed an innocent vampire.

And how did the vampires respond?

By murdering him.

He was a threat.

He was a kid!

What will it take

to get you two to understand, huh?

If Josh dies because of you two,

I will bury you both with him.

Now get out there and find her!

I used to hear all kinds of wild
tales about Vincent Griffith.

I could never figure out what
was fact and what was fiction.

Well, what did you hear?

Strong man full of fire.

A good friend.

Vicious enemy.

A great husband.

Whose wife lost her way.

That's before my time. I don't judge.

I do.

I do.

Long and short of that is

I got us both into some dark magic.

I got out of it, she did not.

I took my ex-husband to a burlesque club

on our fifth anniversary.

Should I blame myself because he
left me for one of the dancers?

Well, how'd you get over that?

What, the humiliation? The rage?

The grief.

I tell my friends he was a fool

and I'm a strong woman
who deserves better.

But in truth,

I read up on vengeance spells.

I cried every night for a year.

And then I took up yoga so
I could feel beautiful again.

Huh.

Oh, man.

What?

The idea that you would spend so much

as a single second feeling

like you're anything other than...

beautiful...

This...

is fleeting.

This needed some self-care.

So I let go of my rage,
I said some prayers,

and now here we are.

Shall we?

Now.

Turn them over.

Battle.

Cunning.

Loss.

Klaus is grieving, desperate, but...

he's not erratic. He
knows if he pushes us,

we'll revolt.

Hayley will be lost.

But Klaus is playing a
larger game here. He's...

walking a fine line.

But he's on the right side of it.

For now.

I sent your hotline squad
back to the precinct,

where they belong.

They won't remember a thing.

They were useful,

unlike the rest of you.

They were your playthings.

And I think you have enough
of those in your dungeon.

Your good-bye letters
didn't do any good.

And now, instead of searching,
the vampires and the werewolves

are back in their corners, paranoid.

It was your motivational speaking

that failed, not my letters.

Hey, look, I don't know what
happened between you and Elijah.

And if he were here, he would
know exactly what to say,

but he's not. I am.

And I'm saying you misplayed this.

Let the prisoners go.

You think I should be weak,

just give in to my enemy.

If keeping Hayley alive
makes you weak, yes.

Don't presume to lecture me.

For centuries, I have bent
the will of countless fools

to do my bidding because they feared me.

I know how to protect this family.

This is my family. For
the last seven years,

I have been a phone call
away whenever Hope needed me.

I am trying

to talk you out of making the
biggest mistake of your life.

To protect you from yourself.

So you don't have to tell Hope that

you're the reason that
her mother is dead.

He knew!

Okay?

Elijah knew who he was, and
he still told me to leave.

I begged him.

He didn't want anything
to do with any of us.

He's gone, Marcellus.

He's gone.

I understand.

I do. Look, I understand the pain.

But you got to move through it, okay?

You can't let it cloud your judgment.

Not with Hayley's life on the line.

_

What's in the box?

They mutilated her.

Something's changed.

The death card.

Oh, God, no.

Klaus, wait.

They're goading you. And they will pay.

If you kill those hostages,
then what do you think...

Klaus, I am telling you right now,

I am the only friend you've got.

Marcel, please, I'm
going out of my mind here.

Look at what they've done to Hayley.

I don't do well without Elijah.

Just let me help.

If I break the barrier spell,
we can get out here and...

And then he can make a game
out of hunting his prey.

Not interested.

I bet the three of us
could get a jump on him.

Said the guy whose last
words will be "Oops."

I'm sorry, I can't just
sit here and wait to die.

Klaus,

don't do this.

I warned you, Klaus.

All the good people
that you've feasted on,

all that innocent blood
that you've spilled,

it's time you gave that back.

Are you okay?

Where the hell were you?

You said you'd stop him.

Look, I didn't want any of this.

What you wanted w-was
to slide back into town

a-and run things like you used to.

And while you were out
there stomping around,

alienating everyone, I had your back.

And now look.

Josh.

Well,

I have a witch to bury.

You can take care of that mess.

So I'm, like, cursed?

Predicted to be the
downfall of what, my family?

New Orleans?

The world?

I...

I have no idea.

But you deserve to know what's going on.

And we both need to prepare
for the possibility that...

things might not work out
the way we want them to.

You mean for my mom to die?

For what happens inside of you

any time tragedy strikes.

For when your emotions
are tested in ways

you couldn't even imagine.

How can anyone prepare for that?

You aren't just anyone, Hope.

You're a firstborn
Mikaelson witch with...

a terrifying amount of power,

even without the darkness

that your family is
keeping you away from.

So, what? I'm so sensitive,

everyone's afraid I'm
just gonna flip out?

Well, when people like
you and me flip out,

entire villages can burn.

Look...

I know what it's like
to have your family

thrust you into a situation

where the world is on
your shoulders and...

you're not at all sure if you
have the strength to carry it.

And how's that working for you?

Not well.

It's why I'm not with the woman I love.

So then why don't you just... go back

and deal with that and leave
me to go try and find my mother.

Hope, stop.

Why? So you can keep stalling me?

You can't shut down, or
it'll eat you up inside.

- Leave me alone.
- Hope...

I said leave me alone!

Hope!

Stop it!

Are you ready to talk now?

You're a fool.

Why?

Because I fell for your
sob story about Elijah?

That even true?

Every word of it.

Even at our most estranged,
there was always a trace

of the brother I loved, but not anymore.

Every part of him was unfamiliar.

I promised Hope I'd bring
her mother home safely.

And instead, you turned
the city upside down.

That was always the plan.

Put the pressure on and
see how the factions react.

Vincent and the witches worked with us.

The wolves were prepared
to die for their Alpha,

but the vampires...

They did nothing but resist.

They were always
threatened by the freaks

and the crossbreeds like us.

A vampire took Hayley,

so that those who care
for her would suffer.

They're keeping her alive for now.

This is a game, and they're enjoying it.

Yeah, and you're playing
right into that game.

You may have gotten the
answers that you needed,

but you didn't get Hayley back,

and now you've alienated an entire city.

Why would you do that?

I can't save her if they don't fear me.

And neither can you.

The king has spoken,
and we all come running.

Yeah, well, he said he
had news about Klaus.

Personally, I'd like a
front row seat for this one.

All right.

Now, I know that most of you feel

that I have been mistaken in
some of my decisions lately.

You feel that I've
been living in the past,

in the days when I was king,

calling the shots, and my word was law.

And I have to admit... you're right.

I wanted to rule through trust,

and through goodwill and consent.

But as I said, I made a mistake.

I lost control of you,

but...

no more.

Until I can trust all
of you to fall in line,

and until Hayley Marshall is
found, I am changing the rules.

First,

I'm restricting your movements.

No more daylight rings.

You have no right to do that.

You're not one of us anymore.

That's right.

We're not.

What we are... is in charge.

Break the rules, defy our orders,

no more head garden. Just your head.

Any questions?

Is it just me, or is this room

starting to get a reputation?

Henry jumped, and you
look like you might.

I had kind of a day.

Your mom?

No sign of her.

And according to my aunt,

all of the witches in New Orleans think

that I'm gonna melt the city
if she doesn't come home.

You can do that?

Probably.

I don't know.

I think I'm just tired of
everyone being so scared of me.

That's understandable.

Now's the part that you're
supposed to say that you're not.

Oh, I'm terrified.

But I'm kind of a risk-taker.

That's my cue.

A private audience with
the boy who sweats diamonds.

Nice.

I'm sorry... for exploding like that.

No. You shouldn't be.

Look, you didn't ask for any of this.

You didn't start it.

But I'm the end of it.

Right? One way or another?

So what do we do now?

Our krewe has been
part of Carnival season

since this city's earliest days.

Through every tragedy, we uphold
the tradition of celebration.

Tonight, we parade in Colette's honor.

We will lead her down our streets,

and we will remember
what we all stand for.

The spirit.

The earth.

This city.

Together as one.

Together as one!

Together as one!

Together as one! Together as one!

Together as one! Together as one!

Together as one! Together as one!

War has been declared on our people.

First, the vampires kill a boy

at the beginning of his journey.

And then someone abducts our Alpha.

And now our fate is in the
hands of Klaus Mikaelson,

a madman who denies his
roots to our community,

killing an irreplaceable friend.

We are on our own.

And we need to be ready to fight.

I knew you weren't gonna
stay down for too long.

What do you want?

You can take your time
commemorating your dead,

but when you're done,
Marcel and I need your help.

We know that it was a vampire

who took Hayley, and with your magic...

You must be out of your mind, Klaus.

I'm not doing any magic for you.

Matter of fact, I
must be out of my mind,

because I thought you had it in you.

I really thought that
you had the potential

to be a better man.

But after this?

No, sir.

The witches are done
being on call for you.

All you know how to do is use and abuse.

You treat us like we're pawns.

Like we're pawns

in your family's endless
self-defeating schemes.

No more.

But congratulations.

You made it back to the
top of the food chain.

But let me tell you something.

If you come after my witches
again, it is going to be a war,

and I don't mean a war
between you and the covens.

I mean a war between you and me.

And I hope you get that.

Yeah.

Where's Vincent?

- We're on our own.
- None of this makes sense.

What could Hayley have
done to deserve this?

What is that?

A message...

from enemies I thought
I buried long, long ago.

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