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Previously on "The Originals"...

Our community is under attack.

They're declaring war on us.

All his life, there's only ever been

one man he has truly feared...

My father Mikael.

All we need is a witch

who could help us find him.

- Celeste. - How did you know?

If you have come here seeking revenge...

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, your tragic sister.

She's about to find herself

in quite the predicament.

Genevieve knows where your sister is,

Bastiana has Klaus

tucked away someplace safe.

I guess always isn't forever after all.

Who's there?

How the hell did I get here?

Genevieve.

Rebekah.

Tell me you're not leaving already.

I thought we might reminisce.

Aah!

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.

To find what you're looking for,

follow the path she left behind.

What the hell are you doing, you ruthless bitch?

Poor Rebekah.

You should rest.

You're looking a little peaked.

Uhh! Ow!

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.

There, there.

Unidentified sick man.

That can't be good.

You. Red.

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 is 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 day,

I'd say we all deserve some fun.

Uhh.

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, Marcel. Now.

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

Both of them.

Hayley!

Elijah. You're back.

Did you find any... thing?

What is happening?

I need you to make a list of these names.

Please.

Ok.

Sabine...? Elijah, what is this?

I believe they represent the names

of the women that Celeste inhabited

for the past two centuries.

It's called a 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.

To find Klaus 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.

Never knew why, but I can find out.

You poor thing.

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

Annie was a good girl.

Witches done her wrong, shunning her like that,

saying that she's doing dark magic.

There's no way. But they had proof.

So, she just quit.

And 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?

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 had 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.

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 ol' 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...

Ah, the protective brother.

A 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.

In her weakened state, I'll be able to guide her

down memory Lane.

That's how I'm going to have my revenge.

By showing you her betrayal.

Niklaus.

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've 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've 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.

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 had 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 1,000 years,

dishonesty from your family

has come to be expected.

I wish that was

the sum total of their treachery.

Unfortunately, it's not.

W-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-I don't know where it is.

I think we both know that's a fib.

Anyone feeling hungry?

Oh! Ok. W-wait.

They moved the records. After the mayor died.

They're at the sacristy of St. Anne's church.

See? There.

Wasn't so difficult, now, was it?

Aah!

Rough day?

Oh, becks.

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.

So, I 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.

Aah!

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 when 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 the 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.

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. Ok, 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.

No.

No! Please! Uhh!

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.

Yeah!

An abomination of nature?

You're anything but.

Ok, 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'd have thought

a saintly, little witch like you

would go for the bad boys?

I knew we were destined to be friends.

More gin, please.

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.

Do you want me to find your brother Kol?

Actually, I'd like you to find Mikael.

Our father.

Enough of your lies!

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 sanitorium.

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.

The sanitorium. That's where you'll find then.

Are 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?

No.

What do you see?

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 guns.

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No! Klaus!

My sister.

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.

Did you know, I even blamed myself

for a time, marcellus?

Elijah.

Niklaus treated you like a son.

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?

When Klaus 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.

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 want 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. 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.

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... 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'm 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.

Aah!

Uhh! Aah!

You brought this on yourself.

I will not be destroyed along with you.

Uhh!

I'm so sorry, Genevieve.

But if you tell Niklaus you summoned Mikael,

you're dead either way.

Genevieve, is everything all right?

So, you infected me, too.

Compelled the orderlies to keep us in quarantine

until we died.

Fortunately, I just took another body.

Genevieve wasn't so lucky.

Well, now that she's back...

You're the one who's luck's run out.

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.

Rebekah!

Rebekah!

We should divide the building.

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

Nik. Nik, it isn't true.

I want to believe you, sister.

But your face tells a different story.

You cannot hide from me, Rebekah!

Nor can you run.

This ends now.

Uhh!

Hey, there, witch bitch.

You and I are gonna have a little chat.

Rebekah!

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,

imprispred 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?

Uhh!

Aah! Uhh!

Uhh! Aah!

Uhh!

Uhh!

Just the man I wanted to see.

Uhh.

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.

Uhhaah!

Ohh!

Uhh!

Go.

Both of you. Run as far and as fast as you can.

Run!

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