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In physics, pressure is defined
as the force applied

to the surface of an object
over its area.

In psychology,
pressure is expressed

as the stress associated
with the expectation to perform.

People sing about it,
write about it,

collapse under it,
and run from it.

But some of us

seem to keep chasing it.

Crap.
Don't say it, don't say it, don't...

I have to go.

I'm Dr. Josette Saltzman,
or just Josie,

a surgical intern
at Mikaelson Memorial Hospital.

It was always my dream job,
ever since my sister

told me it was when I was six.

I'm so sorry.

Save that

for when you miss
our date tonight.

Three times in a month
has to be a record.

I'll be there.

I worry about you, Dr. Saltzman.

I'm not a real doctor yet.

And you don't need
to worry about me.

Well, if I don't, who will?

Wait five minutes
before you follow me out.

My mother was a surgeon,
my father was a surgeon, and me?

I'm barely holding it together.

This is a disaster.
Can we...

wake her up or something?

Professor Vardemus says it's risky
to pull someone out mid-session.

We're supposed to let the process
finish out on its own.

What if Hope tampered
with the therapy box?

Jo could be experiencing
something terrible.

She could be dying in there
over and over again.

She's fine.

Sure, it can be scary at times,

but if her experience
is anything like mine,

it'll be revelatory.

I don't mean to pry,
but do you mind

sharing what happened
while you were in there?

A way to deal
with our Hope problem.

But we took our best shot.

Hope doesn't want our help.

Well,
if Salvatore's Got No Talent

is our best shot,
we're in trouble.

You're lucky Hope didn't
murder the whole school

while I was gone.

Next time might be different.

I don't believe Hope
will be returning.

And what if you're wrong?

Uh, either way,

we still have to be ready.

Which is why I am going to go
train with Ethan.

You want to come with?

I'm gonna wait here.

In case she wakes up.

Do you need help
with your Hope plan?

I know what I need to do.

But I could use some inspiration
for the how part.

Hmm.

I'll take another.

And get in touch
with the rest of the Triad.

Set a meeting for later
this afternoon.

We're gonna have to deal with
the Tribid sooner than expected.

I'm sorry, is there a problem?

Three, to be exact.

And you're the first.

Let me make sure
I understand what you're saying.

The only way to get to Peace
is if you have a coin,

and the only way to get a coin
is if you do something good,

like reconcile with someone
from your past

or help them move on to Peace?

More or less.

Uh, we have a theory that...

Mm-mmm.

I have a theory
that the whole point of Limbo

is to atone for
the mistakes of your life.

Once you've done that,
the boat to Peace awaits.

That makes about as much sense
as anything else in this place.

It is a bit odd.

I mean,
here the three of us are,

dead as decency,
yet enjoying milkshakes.

Excellent work, by the way.

Yeah, well, years of practice.
How can we taste them?

Hold them in our hands?

Why does it even matter?

Look, we have to play
the hand that we're dealt. No,

what matters is that
on my way into town,

I learned that Limbo is teeming
with scores of lost souls.

I mean, it's practically Miami.

So if Landon's theory
is correct,

there'll be no shortage
of people for us to help.

And help ourselves in doing so.

Would you knock that off?

Cackling aside,

you guys have done well.

Because now that we know
the rules of the game,

we know how to cheat.

Because once we get
that third coin,

no, we're not going
to Peace. Uh-uh.

What?

We're gonna steal that boat
and go home.

Why would we do that?

Is something wrong there?

Is Hope okay?

I know what you're thinking.

If this is my story,
why isn't my dad

the one the hospital's
named after?

Why aren't I scrubbing in on
a coronary artery bypass graft?

Because this isn't my story.
It's hers.

Dr. Hope Mikaelson,
technically an intern like me,

but already a legend here.

You're drooling
on the glass again.

I'm learning.

Which is exactly
what you should be doing.

She's helping pioneer
a new technique.

I told you to knock
if it was important.

Hope Mikaelson being annoyingly
perfect is just Tuesday.

Look at how steady she is.

So focused and in control.

It's like she doesn't even
feel the pressure.Whatever.

Wake me if she screws up.

Oh, my God.

You don't look so good.

You should get out of the sun.

You're getting a little pruney.

Incendia!

You know, if you just
would've talked to me

before attacking,
I would've told you

that this candle's
nullifying our magic,

but I still have my vampire
and werewolf powers.

Because you are an affront
to nature herself.

I'm not the one who's using
black magic to stay young.

Not very natural.

My vanity aside,

you are cursed, child.

A Tribrid
was never meant to exist,

and sullies the bloodlines
of all three species.

So, kill me if you must,

but there will be
no hiding from your fate.

Do I look like I'm hiding?

Why don't you tell me where
the vampire and the werewolf

that you're working with are?

I can have this conversation
with them, too.

And if I do,
I will be just as dead.

Ours is an unbreakable alliance.

And any act of treason

is punishable by...
Fire.

Yes, I know.

Except you're the witch.

You bound that covenant spell
in the first place.

You're not dumb enough
to put your life on the line.

You're bluffing.

And to keep with
the poker metaphor, I call.

I am warning you,
Miss Mikaelson.

The Alpha will tear out
your blasphemous tongue.

And I'm warning you,
Agatha St. Clair,

you're just giving me ideas.

You will find the others
at the...

Crap.

Oh, integrity.

I don't miss it.

Damn, Agatha.

Guessing you had a run-in
with the Tribrid?

Yeah, we met.

And she was kind enough
to tell me

where your little
werewolf den is,

but it was pretty hard to
decipher given all the screaming

that she was doing.

I'm looking for a Greg?

Yeah, well, you found him.

And my entire pack, princess.

So is there anything you
want to say before we do

what predators do?

I'm here to challenge you.

Yeah, no crap.
Officially.

To an alpha challenge.

Yeah, you can't do that.

They seem to disagree.

Pack animals, am I right?

We call him Dr. Death,

because he can kill your career

with the snap of his fingers.

The only person even Hope
is terrified of.

Also known as...

Dr. Ted.
What happened to Hope?

Dr. Mikaelson is resting.

And you should be working,
Dr. Saltzman.

Is she gonna be okay?

She has a rare genetic
condition called CMT.

I believe it's what's
causing her tremors.

How do you treat CMT?

You don't. Now get back to work.

And make sure that butcher
of a sister of yours

hasn't minced any of her
patients on your way.

Dr. Ted, Hope is the best
surgeon that we have by a mile.

Think of all the lives
that she could save.

If you give up on her,
you're basically giving up

on all the people
that she could help one day.

We are doctors, not dreamers.

We deal in hard facts
and science, not emotion.

You're letting
your friendship with her

get in the way of your judgment.

But we all depend on her.

We'll fall apart without her.

No. No one is indispensable.

And like it or not,

Dr. Mikaelson's career
in surgery is over.

Please forgive me, sir.

I had no idea
about the land mine.

If I had, I would've warned you

before it blew up in your face.

Since when are there
monsters in Limbo?

Oh, I've been pondering that
myself while you were failing.

Perhaps they've always
gone here, just like us.

Or it could be a result
of Malivore's destruction.

Well, either way, we're
not sticking around

long enough to find out.

Of course not. I mean, you
clearly excel at making amends.

I-It just might be useful

to find someone you've wronged
that isn't a fish.

Way ahead of you.

Vera.

Alaric Saltzman.

Elizabeth's father.

How can he help me?

Oh.

Aw...

Oh, come on.

Okay, not exactly

what we were going for.

Where's...

Fake Pedro?

I'm pretty sure
I just killed him.

Yeah, apparently,
my powers only work

in high-pressure situations

or when Malivore's
controlling me.

It's good that you're clutch,

but true clutch is being
able to do it every time.

That's why we call it practice.

Let's run it again.

This isn't exactly
what I had in mind

when you said
we'd work on my powers.

How is this any of this gonna
help in the fight against Hope?

We are not fighting her yet.

And if it ever comes to that,

your most valued skill

is your ability
to get people to safety.

Cool. Safety Guy.

No wonder that superhero name
isn't taken.

Uh, Rescue Guy.

All right? And the
greatest offense

is a good defense.
That's not even the phrase.

Sorry to interrupt
weird bro time,

but I need you.

Then I'll help.

Uh, but I did

promise Ethan that I'd...

I wasn't talking to you.

You got a sec?

Good thing I'm Rescue Guy, huh?

Where are you taking me?

You sure about this?

You and me have been done
for, like, almost a year.

Oh, we're done.
I just need your help.

Well, actually, Hope does.

She and I are also done,
remember?

But you still love her.

Sure.

Some part of me always will.

Well, then, I need
to talk to that part,

because Dr. Death
thinks that she has

some rare genetic condition,

and he's gonna go to the board
to revoke her license.

But I have an idea,
and it involves going

into the old personnel files.

Which interns
don't have access to.

But an attending does.

We could both lose our jobs.

And this hospital,
with her family name on it,

could lose her.

So that's a risk
I'm willing to take.

Are you?

Thank you.

Wait five minutes before you follow me out.
Yeah, okay.

Had enough?

Now that you mention it, yeah.

Douchebag in the corner pocket.

Loser racks.

Our alpha's dead.

Long live the alpha.

Now that I'm your alpha,

you have to do
whatever I say, right?

Of course.
Then get up.

We're wolves, not royalty.

Tell me where the vampire is.

I'm assuming
you've met them all.

We're branded. If we do tell...

Rules are rules, remember?

Yes?

More like a giant no.

I'm looking for the vampire
who lives here.

You're not looking
at much of anything.

You must be Miss Mikaelson.

Why don't you just, um,

run along and tell that vampire

that I've already killed
the witch and the wolf

before this gets any creepier.

The mistress of the house
has been expecting you

and extends you every courtesy.

Please come in.

This is insane.
You actually expect me

to forgive you for running
a supernatural school

in our town and not telling any

of the people
whose lives it destroyed?

Including my daughter.

It's a lot.
Yeah.

But I'm here to make peace.
For both of our sakes.

Once again, your application
is denied.

I don't care about this stupid,

little coin that you keep
talking about, Dr. Saltzman.

My daughter

was eaten by a giant spider.

In my defense,
I was only learning

about the existence of monsters

at the time of Dana's...

...consumption.

But let's talk about you.

I didn't even know
that you had died.

Of a broken heart.

And lung cancer.

Oh.
How are you not in hell?

Well, because, technically,
hell was a creation

of a psychic named Cade,
and it's since been destroyed.

Oh, I beg to differ.

This is hell.

Why do you even bother

apologizing
if you clearly don't think

you've done anything wrong?

She's got a point.

Not helping, Landon.

Ms. Lilien, you're being kind
of hypocritical,

don't you think?
What is that supposed to mean?

You are trapped in Limbo

because you are one of the two
most miserable people

that ever walked the
face of the earth.

And the other is your daughter.

So you've never met yours?

Lizzie's got nothing to do with this.
Oh!

That is the first thing
that you've said

that I actually agree with.

As erratic and intolerable
as I find Elizabeth...

...I forgive her.

She's only screwed-up
because you're her father.

Uh-uh.

You being stuck here

with all your regrets

is exactly what you deserve.

Hey, stud.

Which way did you say that boat was?
It's just back the way we came.

Out of my way, creep!

What are you
taking her side for?

I thought we were
on the same team.

We are.

I'll go find someone else
you can apologize to.

We're never getting out of here.

Oh, on the contrary.

I believe I know
exactly who you need to talk to.

If you've come for inspiration,

I'm afraid
you're going to have to wait.

Actually, I just came to vent.

But this looks therapeutic, too.

Elizabeth problems?

I'm just a little worried
about her.

I mean, she grabbed Ethan

to help her
with her mysterious plan.

And I guess
that bothered me, too.

Hope was right.

Being the leader's...

lonely.

Sometimes the right decisions
are the hardest ones to make.

Speaking of which,

Elizabeth asked me
to inspire her.

Maybe I'm a bad friend, but
I don't trust that she's

thinking clearly yet,
so I turned her down.

Uh, you're not
being a bad friend.

You're protecting her
from herself.

Do you mind if I ask
your opinion on something?

Although it may feel
like a burden to you.

What kind of burden?

This tree is
the magical loophole

nature created when Hope
became the Tribrid.

It is deadly to her.

Are you saying...

This is the only thing on this planet
that can kill her.

Yeah, that was it.

Should I destroy it
in order to protect Hope

or begin sharpening it
to protect the world from her?

When Hope was back
at the school...

...she handed me a sword

to see if I had
the guts to kill.

And she said

that I was weak

as a leader

because I wouldn't go that far.

And she was right.

I won't go that far,
no matter what.

Hope is one of us,

even if she doesn't know it.

So I say burn it.

Invisique.

What on earth
are you doing here?

You're not scheduled to
scrub in for this procedure.

Take over.
Yes, Doctor.

Your diagnosis was wrong.

CMT passes from father

to daughter, so if Hope has it,

then her dad
had to have it, too.

Now, Dr. Klaus
Mikaelson was tested

for CMT after he lost a patient

on the table years ago,

but he didn't have
any of the genetic markers.

My father signed this report

clearing him,

and my dad hated Klaus.

You don't have access
to that file.

You can punish me if you want.

But whatever Hope has,
it's not CMT.

She is the best of us.

Ah.

Very well.
You may tell the staff

to stop cleaning out her locker.

On your way

to clean out yours.

Dr. Mikaelson has
a bright future here in surgery,

but yours is over.

I see him in you.

Who, the pig?

Well, I guess
this relationship's

off to a rocky start.

But don't worry. I know

exactly how it ends.

I was speaking of Niklaus.

What do you know
about my father?

Everything...

little bird.

For my name is Aurora de Martel.

I'm sorry. Who?

Um, Aurora.

Daughter of the Count de Martel.

First vampire of
Rebekah's sire line.

Your father's lover.

And his greatest enemy.

The object of his art,
his desire

and his depthless scorn.

Surely, he must have
mentioned me.

Klaus was the most feared
vampire on the planet,

and yet he put me
in a wall to desiccate.

And when that failed to hold me,

your stupid mother conspired to
trap me in an endless slumber.

Right. Now that you mention it,

I think I do remember
who you are.

You were left under a rug

in a spare room
of the family compound.

Sort of like an old lamp

no one knew what to do with.

You know,
it's your family's arrogance

that allowed the fools
that were my partners in Triad

to rescue me without
so much as being noticed.

Thank you ever so much
for killing them, by the way.

But you will answer

for the disrespect
I have been shown.

Rest assured,

I know exactly
what to do with you,

miracle child.

Oh, really?
Well, you can't kill me.

So, if that's a part
of your master plan...

Death...

lasts but a moment.

No.

You will wear the fate

your father deserved.

I've been waiting for you.

They told me what you did.

You saved my career.

I don't know
how I can thank you.

You can start
by telling me the truth.

About what?

Found that in your locker.

You do have CMT.

I can explain.

Even a mediocre intern like me
can figure out this one.

You were taking PXT to
control the symptoms,

and you ran out
of your prescription,

which was
in somebody else's name,

obviously.

And you scrubbed
into that surgery

knowing the risk
that you were taking

with an innocent life.

Are you gonna tell anyone?

Unless you telling me
why you did it

convinces me otherwise.

Why did you risk
everything that you had?

So, this has all been
about my father?

He dumped you.

Get over it.

Repairing the sort of damage

I have experienced
at the hands of your father

is not so simple.

Klaus destroyed my life,

my very sanity

over the course of centuries.

So can you imagine

my disappointment

when I was woken up
and learned that he had taken

the coward's way out for you.
Well, I guess now

would be a good time to tell you
that my humanity is off,

so guilt-tripping me

is just about as impossible
as killing me.

Then you're also a coward.

But perhaps what I have planned

for you will fix
that little problem, too.

Well, I'll give you this much.

You're great at
underwhelming revelations.

Yeah, am I supposed
to be impressed?

Do you know nothing
of importance, child?

I'm tempted to say that I do
just so you'll stop talking.

This blade

was imbued with black magic

by a witch named Papa Tunde.

It's one of four bones
culled from the Hollow.

Oh, I see that name
rings a bell, at least.

The Hollow is ancient history.

Almost like you're about to be.
This blade

all but broke your father.

Do you think yourself
so strong as him?

You know, I'll tell you what.
Why don't you

come at me with that
thing. Let's find out.

Darling, no, that wouldn't be
very sporting, would it?

I'm royalty,
after all, and you are my guest.

This is my home,
so I hold the high ground.

It's only fair that I give you

a head start.

You want to play games?

Tag. You're it.

I've known that
I'm supposed to be a surgeon

since the day that I was born.

That destiny,

it's all I've ever known.
I mean, every moment of my life

has been pushing me towards it.

I don't even know
who I'd be without it.

That's your father talking.

He had the condition,
too, didn't he?

He must've hid it from my dad

or faked his test results somehow.

My dad didn't fake anything.

Your father did.

He knew about my dad's CMT.
He covered it up.

That's a lie.

My dad would never...
Of course he would.

Same reason

my dad lied.

Same reason I did.

Keeping that secret,

it was the best way

to help the greatest number
of people.

Sick or not,
this hospital needed my dad.

His innovation kept
the research money coming in,

just like mine will.

Don't worry.

I'll tell the board how crucial
it is to reinstate you.

I don't want to stay.

I thought

that if I didn't
live up to my legacy...

not for me,
but for everyone else...

that... that it would
ruin my life.

But when I was fired today,

I just felt...

relief.

At first, I didn't
understand why.

But I get it now.

I've been trying to live up
to your standard, too.

Ever since we started
working together,

I always thought that you were
so much better than me.

But you feel that pressure, too.

And that pressure has
caused you to lose your way.

And I just
don't want that for me.

I still want to be a doctor.

To help people.

But, um, I can't do that

to the best of my ability
at this hospital.

There's too much history.

Too much pressure.

Too many expectations.

Too many people that I love

that are always
in desperate need of help.

I felt the need

to live up to the school

that was literally
created for me.

And the pressure to save
the school and my friends

means that I will never
live a life of my own.

What are you talking about?

This is a hospital,
not a school.

Actually...

it's a therapy box.

And, um, if I'm gonna help

the real you out there...

...I need to leave.

I think the wrong one of us
is in this hospital bed.

Just rest, Hope.

I finally figured out
how I'm gonna fix this.

What are you doing?
Wait, you heard

what Cleo said.
That tree can kill Hope.

Which is exactly why we need
to salvage whatever we can.

When you said you needed
my help, you didn't mention

that I would be
an accessory to murder.

This is self-defense.

You just heard them.
They won't fight her.

No one who's gone to this school

with Hope their whole lives
can see it.

They all have a giant,
Tribrid-shaped blind spot.

But you just got here,
so you don't.

And did the therapy box
teach you that?

What it taught me is sometimes

doing the right thing means
people calling you a villain.

I don't know, Lizzie.

Malivore already made me
a villain, and I hated it.

I'm asking you to be a hero.

I'm going after Hope alone.

But I need someone here
who's willing to protect

everyone who won't
protect themselves.

Who will do

whatever it takes
to finish the job

just in case I fail.

What if I phase out of here
and warn MG and Cleo instead?

You'll only be putting them
in more danger.

And I can't have that.

Is that a threat?

The only person I want to hurt

is Hope.

I like you, Ethan.

So I might

do a spell.

Make you forget
we ever had this conversation.

I might

even be able to give
you another memory.

For all you'll know,

we walked out to the old mill.

I wanted to talk.

So you

heard me out and held my hand.

It was really nice.

So I either lie

to my best friend

or the best memory I have
of you and me is just a fake?

Like I said,

it's your choice.

Well, it's about time.

I was getting so bored, I
almost ate some of this crap.

There's some fresh blood
in that decanter if you'd like.

You're crazy.
Yes,

of course, darling. I know.

I'd like to know
more about this.

I mean, I'm assuming
it's the real weapon

being that it's the one
you attacked me with.

The other one
was merely a distraction.

A bone from that pig, actually.

Tell me
what it did to my father.

Or was that a lie, too?

Burrowed into his chest,

rendering him unconscious

in a state of impossible
and unending agony. Hmm.

Almost like having
a conversation with you.

And yet here you are,

prolonging our discussion.

Death lasts but a moment, right?

No, Hope. You have no idea
what you're doing.

You're reckless,
just like your father.

Only when it comes to you.

You see,
maybe you're the problem.

Then being the Tribrid

doesn't make you unique.

You're just like
every other Mikaelson

I've come across.

And just like them,

I swear to you,

you will remember me.

What is that?
Oh, don't worry, darling.

I'll explain everything
once we wake up.

So much for defensive training.

Dumb joke.

I'm sorry about earlier.
I should not

have been giving you
a hard time.

No.

It's fine.

You were right.

I was keeping you on defense
on purpose.

But it's not because
I don't trust you

or I don't think
you could handle it.

It's because I don't want to see
you get hurt on the front lines.

I don't know what I'm doing with
this whole leadership thing,

but I don't think
I'm the kind of leader

that'll ever be okay with
leaving one of my own behind.

Actually, that sounds
like the kind of leader

I want looking out for me.

So,

you and Lizzie, huh?

We just took a walk
out to the old mill.

She just wanted to talk.

It was nice.

I think.

Honestly, man, Lizzie
just has a way of confusing me.

I thought I might find you here.

Sorry.
I got a little distracted.

I know I'm supposed
to be finding somebody else

you pissed off,
which shouldn't be too hard.

Well, there's no need.

Because as Ted rightfully
pointed out to me, the person

I need to talk to is you.

I'm not sure
I know what you mean.

I didn't know

what I'd be getting you into

when Hope and I brought you
to the Salvatore School.

When I decided
that you could stay.

This school was my home.

About the only one I ever had.

Yeah, but you gave up everything
for it, Landon.

Including your life.
I don't regret it.

We're good.
Are we?

I mean, you were ready
to move on to Peace

until me and my big mouth showed up.
And of course I wanted you

to tell me what happened.

I want to find
a way back to Hope.

To help her.

But to do that,

you have to give up everything

all over again.

I just thought we'd already
done enough, you know?

That me and Hope deserved to
have the choice we made matter.

To be happy

even though
we couldn't do it together.

I mean, we fought
our stupid fate for so long.

And we fulfilled it.

So now...

I have no idea what the hell
I'm supposed to do.

I know.

And I'm sorry.

It's not unlike me
to get so caught up

in what other people need that
I miss what's really happening.

I let everything go today

to do something
that I thought was right.

And for the first time
in a long time,

I could see myself clearer.

I pulled an action figure

out of a toddler's throat today,

and somehow this is weirder.

I told you I'd show up.

No crisis to run off to?

I didn't say that.

But it can wait a little bit.

You know what this means, right?

We might actually have

a for real, like,
not even kidding,

like, honest-to-God date night.

I'm gonna run back inside,

change into something
with less kid saliva on it,

and we'll go.

Don't move.

I think it was Queen
who got it right.

Pressure is the terror of knowing
what the world is about.

Solus.

The only way to prevent
everything from going boom...

...is to let that pressure go.

Don't you leave me
like that again.

What did you do to me?

Isn't it obvious?

I tricked you, little bird.

Thanks to a little magic
from dear, departed Agatha.

She's been watching you
a long time, Hope.

That's how she knew
to make the Trident.

You didn't stab me
with Papa Tunde's blade.

That was destroyed
in order to raise the Hollow.

If only you weren't
so ignorant and knew

your family history, you might
still inhabit this tiny body.

Yours isn't so roomy, either.

That's been the least
of its problems.

Does the back of your neck itch,

by any chance?

But you betrayed Triad.

You should've burned
with the others.

I did no such thing.
I merely manipulated you

into killing them.

Magic and loopholes and...

so it goes.

I want my body back.
That body's

ancient and powerful

by vampiric standards.

But is it any match
for the Tribrid

without my mind in it?

Tell you what.

Come at me, and let's find out.

I'm quite cute when I'm angry.

I thought you might want

to know that Josie's awake.

And the reason I chose
not to inspire you today.

Your inspo well was dry.

I get it.

That was a lie.

The truth is I turned you away

because I was afraid

you were not being honest.

And I was worried about
what I might inspire you to do.

Which was, in turn,
not very honest of me.

I became aware of a weapon
that can kill the Tribrid.

Instead of telling anyone,
I kept it to myself,

too afraid of what others
might choose to do with it.

But in doing that,
I chose for you.

I destroyed it.

You did the right thing.

That was not the reaction
I expected.

I've been in a dark place.

If I'd known

about a weapon
that could hurt Hope,

I might have done
something awful.

We're good, Cleo. Thank you.