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Previously on "The Originals"...

You mean you don't recognize me?

Klaus: It's been
a long time, Finn.

Hayley and I will return home.

Elijah will remain
here with you.

He's been experiencing
some side effects

since his ordeal as
our mother's captive.

You ready to do this
thing, get hitched?

It's a mystical
unification ceremony.

Hayley: You wolves are here
because you want freedom.

Marcel: My vamps and
I are willing to stand

with you against the witches.

You're brokering a truce.

Did he really just
trap us all in here?

Aah!

Finn: Those vampires
even attempt to feed,

they'll find themselves
unable to stop.

Kol: What Davina and I can do
is cast a disruption spell.

It'll give us 60 seconds
to escape

once the boundary is shut down.

Jack, now.
Go.

Klaus: Slight change
of plans, brother.

They'll kill him.

He should've thought about that

before he betrayed our sister.

Yaah!
Barrier is back up,

and those vampires
look so hungry.

I've searched the entire
French quarter.

Finn has vanished.

I can't remove the barrier
that has you trapped

until I have my hand
around this throat.

I was hoping you had a plan "B."

Klaus: Davina.

She doesn't know it yet,

but she's gonna help me
break his spell.

Your job...
Keep Kol alive,

at least until we learn
Rebekah's whereabouts.

Nngh!
Aagh!

Are you listening to me?

Yeah. That all sounds
fine and good, but listen.

When I was getting the
werewolves out, I got bit.

I will get you my blood.

I will get you out of
that house, Marcellus,

whatever it takes.

You are not leaving this
bloody house, Marcel.

My enlistment papers
say otherwise.

369th regiment.

They call them
the Harlem Hellfighters.

Boat leaves tomorrow.

Is this lunacy because
I forbid you to be with Rebekah?

So now you're going off
to fight the Germans.

Fine. Go, but remember,
Marcel, this is your home.

I am your family,
and if you haven't

learned that in the century
since I took you in,

then learn it now!

Family are not just
people who coddle you,

who grant you your every whim.

They are people
who fight for you,

who you fight for,
and if this family

endeavors to stop you
from making

a tragic error of the heart,
then, by all means,

express your discontent,
but what you do not do

is abandon us.

Fine.
Go.

You'll be back.

The prodigal son
always returns home.

Mm...

Yeah. I'm home, all right,
the last place I want to be.

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Kol: What's with
the church bells?

Sounds like the preamble
of me own bloody funeral.

It's carillon eve.

The locals shroud
the eyes of angels

so the dead can walk among us
for a night without judgment.

The bells wake the dead
and guide them to eternal rest.

So whether you live
or die today,

you can join the festivities.

Oh, Marcel, you're gonna
make certain I live.

I'm the only one who knows
how to find Rebekah.

Think you underestimate
how hungry I am

and how much I'd like to appease

my hungry friends
right outside that door.

And just what would
Davina say about that?

Because I'm not one
to kiss and tell,

obviously,
but I think she likes me.

Watch your mouth before I drain
every vein of yours myself.

Joe?

Hey, corporal.

You're a bit of a mystery, son.

Just another soldier
like you, brother.

Yeah? Not just like me.
See, I've been watching you.

Yeah.
Yeah.

I've seen you take
bullets to the gut.

Next minute, you're
pulling guys back

to the trench like
nothing ever happened.

Yes, sir, a mystery,
but with mysteries

come theories, and I got two.

One, you got guardian angels

patching you up
every time you get shot.

Two, you're something
else altogether.

Man: Move, move!

Different man: Listen up, men.

Headquarters said there aren't
enough gas masks

for the whole unit.

Without a mask,
we're dead in hours.

Have you forgotten
what they call us?

We're the brotherhood
of the damned

because we've been
set up to fail.

We're cannon fodder.

We're meant to stall,
not to stop the enemy.

Now, hold on, major.

Our line has held longer
than any on the western front.

They call us brotherhood
of the damned because

everyone here would
rather be damned

than let the enemy
break this line.

If you don't know that,
then we need a leader who does.

You listen here, private.

Major.

Get down.

Listen here.

I don't care what you are
or how you do what you do,

but I believe you're
here for a reason, hey...

To be that leader
you just talked about.

So what's it gonna be, Marcel?

Gia: Marcel? Marcel!

You all right?

Yeah. Just hungry.
That's all.

Haven't you found Finn yet?

I must say, for a witch
of your caliber,

your spells are not
particularly efficient.

Finn is blocking
my locator spell.

So I'm trying something new,

but I need to concentrate,
and it would help a lot

if you would stop standing
over me like a stalker.

No need to be testy, luv.

We both have the same goal.

Really? Because my goal
is to get Kol

out of your house alive,
which seems to be

about number 10 on your list.

Number 9 at least.

What is wrong with you?
He's your brother.

Yes, and I also have a sister,

one who I happen
to care about more.

So until he tells me
where she is,

Kol can rot, as far
as I'm concerned,

and you might want
to get your villains

straight, luv, because Finn
is the architect of this fiasco.

So pick up the pace.

Find out where he's
getting his power from

so we can stop it.

I saw glimpses of him.

He's combining
sacred objects, totems,

representational magic.

Where?

Lafayette number 1,
the Lyonne tomb.

And what's he using?

He's channeling your parents.

And here, I thought
I was the poster child

for least grateful offspring.

Well then, shall you and I go
crash their little party?

Now who needs
to pick up the pace?

Cami: Our goal here is to
confront your subconscious.

An element of my thesis
is on suppression

of past trauma
and how it can manifest

in aberrant and often
violent behavior.

You know, I believe it was 1897

that a dear friend of mine...

Let's just call him
the godfather

of modern psychoanalysis...
Mentioned something

similar to me over tea
in a Viennese cafe.

Are you namedropping
Freud right now?

Ok. Well, here's something
I know that even Freud didn't...

Oh, do tell.

What it's like when
someone takes away

your deepest, ugliest pain
without your consent.

It is both a blessed relief
and a complete violation.

Sound familiar?

Good. Let's start
with what you've

referred to as the red door.

That's an image
from my past, my youth.

It was the door
to a slaughterhouse.

Sometimes it appears
to me in flashes.

It's a memory, but
it's also a metaphor.

It's a place where unspeakable
deeds dwell in darkness.

And have there been many?

Look, Camille.

You know I'm no
stranger to violence.

Typically, however, I am
possessed of a certain control.

However, now and then, I can
become consumed with chaos

and untethered
from that control.

This is where the deeds
are concealed, behind that door.

Why that particular door?

This is where the first
woman I ever loved

told me she loved me in return.

It's also where I laid her
body after I took her life.

No one knows this,
not even Niklaus.

My brother loved Tatia
as deeply as I did.

He still believes
that mother killed her,

and not only is this a lie.

This is a lie of my creation,

and my brother doesn't forgive.

He doesn't forget.

Therefore, I think
it's best that I forget

for both of our sakes.

Elijah?

Elijah?

What the hell is
wrong with Marcel?

I don't know.

I can't even think straight,
I'm so freaking hungry.

We're all hungry.

Kol: You come anywhere near me,

and I will give you a headache
that will last a century.

It'll be worth it.

Waah!
Hey!

Ohh...

Anyone care to explain
what's going on?

Your so-called protection
detail was trying to eat me.

So I think I should
teach them a lesson.

Aah!

Josh: Uh, what just happened?

Niklaus.

You two?

What is this?

It's a chambre de chasse...

A hunt room.

It's where witches
bring their prey

for mental target practice.

Our bodies are in the real world

laid on the floor whilst
our minds are in here,

represented by these
damn animal heads.

Let me take a wild guess
as to who's the author

of this nightmare.

Finn, show yourself.

Save your strength.

In here, I am untouchable.

My magic, my rules.

So make yourselves at home.

We're gonna be here for a while.

Well, that's the last of them.

Everyone out here is
officially ring-free.

And better off.

It's easier for you
to say. You're a hybrid.

I'm back to turning
every single full moon,

and if the wolves who are loyal
to Finn come back here,

they're gonna rip
right through us.

So I got to ask,
when's this wedding?

10 days.

After that, Hayley's power
is your power.

The full moon
won't control you anymore.

Spread the word.

Any wolf who wants in
needs to be here

to bear witness to the wedding.

Yeah.
I can do that.

What are you guys gonna do?

We are going to meet an elder.

We need and old-school crescent
wolf to conduct the wedding.

Then there are the trials.
don't worry.

We say a few oaths,
do some trust falls,

smoke a little blue calamus
root out of a peace pipe...

Piece of cake.

Hmm. Well, good luck with that.

Any idea where
we can find an elder?

Well, that depends.

You got any interest
in meeting my grandma?

Davina: Wake up.
Wake up.

The one time I need you.

Cami?

Davina, why are you
answering Klaus' phone?

Because I can't wake him up.

What? Elijah collapsed, too.

What's going on?

Oh, I'm an idiot.

The spell Finn used
was to trap his brothers,

meaning Kol is in trouble.

What do we do?

I have no idea.

Finn: At the very least,
this prison

is a bit more comfortable
than the box

you held me in
for almost 900 years.

Oh, the heads are a nice touch.

Let me guess...
I'm the big bad wolf,

Kol the wily fox.

Elijah is the noble stag,

and you, fittingly enough,
are the boar,

bit obvious as far
as symbolism goes.

Why are we here?
don't tell me.

It's about mother.

I didn't force her
to drink blood

and betray everything
she holds dear.

That was her choice.

This isn't about mother.
This is about you.

I want you to know how it feels
to be powerless.

So I'm gonna take the thing
that matters most to you...

The city you've come
to love so much.

Elijah: Are we quite done here?

You will release us now.

I will...
After sundown

because at sundown,
when the marchers

of carillon eve
take to the streets,

my barrier spell drops.

Marcel and his hungry vampires
will be unleashed

to kill their way
through the quarter.

I imagine that
after their atrocities,

supernatural community
of New Orleans

will be forced to find
another place to call home.

Kol: Look. I don't
care about the city.

What I care about is
that my very human body

is laying at the feet of
some very hungry vampires.

Your fight is with them.
It's not with me.

All you care about
is your own fragile mortality,

but what is you
were made vulnerable?

What then?

All right.
Easy, easy.

If you start feeding,
you won't be able to stop,

and then he's dead,
and the rest of us

still starve, all right?

Look at me.

I have been at war in the trenches
starved with my men.

If we fought through
it then, you can now.

We are gonna fight
this hunger together.

No gas mask or rations,
but we got plenty of cocoa.

Hmm, more dirt than cocoa,
but it'll do.

Corporal, sir...

I know you're starving.

Never one of us.

Catch me a German,
and then we'll talk.

Man: Corporal...

You're needed back
at headquarters, sit.

All right.

Hate the war.

Love the hats.

Klaus, what are you doing here?

Well, you left before
such a delicious meal,

I thought I'd bring you dessert.

Oh, go on.
You know you want to.

Klaus: Have your fill...

And then come home
to New Orleans.

I have to get back to my men.

Your men?

don't be so bloody
ridiculous, Marcel.

Let the food fight
amongst themselves

if you must,
but make no mistake.

Your place is at home
with your family.

You once told me that
family are the people

who you fight for and those
willing to fight for you.

So you go home, Klaus.
I am with family.

Hey, are you ok?

Hey.

Oh, my God.

Is that a werewolf bite?

It's a scratch.
It's a bite.

You're 6 ways to dead if you
don't get Klaus' blood in you,

and when those guys find out...

They're not gonna
find out, which means

you're gonna keep your
mouth shut about this,

and you are gonna
shut yours, period.

You hear that?

That's the sound of food
that we can't even get near

while you're sitting here
protecting that idiot.

It is just hunger, Gia.

Lots of people on this earth

have been a lot
hungrier than us.

You made us a promise
when you turned us.

You had goals we bought
into, but look at us.

We've been wolf bait, beaten up,

stuck exiled across the river,

then stuck here,
and now when we're

all looking to you for help,

you don't even tell us
that you're dying.

You're supposed
to be our leader,

but right now, you suck at it.

We don't all get to get
out of this alive, son.

Ok. Point made, but nobody
loves a joke more

than old fox boy here,
but if you could just

get me back to my body...

Elijah: I must confess,
I rather enjoy

watching you twist in the wind,

not unlike the way
you left Rebekah,

I imagine.
Yes.

What did you do to Rebekah?

For goodness' sake,
she crossed me.

So I crossed her back.

Look. If you could just
get me back to my body,

I will tell anybody anything
that they need to know.

How narrow-minded of me.

Rebekah, you don't
know where she is,

and the only thing standing
between you and our sister

is this selfish fool.

Hmm. Maybe it's time
that you go enjoy

the rest of your mortal life
while you still can.

Is it too late for an apology?

Thanks, mate.

Oh, don't thank me yet.

Whoa! Hold it.

Hold it together just
for a little while longer,

a few minutes, to be exact.

What are you talking about?

Finn.

He plans to release
the lot of you at sundown.

Oh, the streets will be
jam-packed with people

right outside the gate.

You'll be half-crazed
with hunger.

You'll feed your way
through the crowd,

and that'll be the end
of vampires secretly

living off the fat
of New Orleans.

Marcel, listen to me.

You are outmaneuvered,
outmanned,

and, quite frankly,
you're out of your mind.

We're not gonna get
out of this alive.

No.

We are all getting
out of this alive.

Ohh, are we hiking
to baton rouge?

Oh, just a little bit farther.

You nervous?

I'm not nervous,
although I should be.

She is your grandmother.

Yeah. She usually likes
the girls I bring home.

Oh, really? Hmm.

Exactly how many girls have
you brought to meet her?

Ha ha ha! No.

I've never brought
anyone to meet her.

So you have got to make
a good impression

because she got no one
crazy to compare you with.

I am great with old
people and babies.

It's just the in between
that I suck at.

Cute as all this is,
y'all are late.

Grandma Mary...

This is Hayley.

Mary, it is so nice to meet you.

You can turn off your
old people charm now.

The two of you are late,
and we need to get started.

Right. Ahem. Yes.

We have premarital
rituals to attend to,

which are what, exactly?

Fasting, purification,

the rite of divulgement,
to name a few.

The rite of what?

Oh, it's simple.
You speak the truth.

He speaks the truth.

Secrets are cleansed.
Everyone is happy.

What do you mean,
"secrets are cleansed"?

The two alphas smoke the root
of a blue calamus flower.

It links your hearts
and minds together.

The ceremony won't take if there
are lies separating you.

This way, there are none.

It's the most important ritual

apart from the wedding
ceremony itself.

Hope you don't have too
many skeletons in your closet.

I'm not doing that.

I'm sorry.
I can't.

Finn: So what
should we talk about

while we wait for nightfall?

Oh, I know. Let's talk
about our parents.

Now, I figured you
wouldn't be kind to mother,

but imagine my surprise to learn

that Mikael met the same fate.

Bravo, brother.

You see, the parent
I was interested in

talking about was your father,
your real one.

I mean, you longed to know him

your whole life, yet at
the first opportunity,

you murdered him.

Why, I wonder.

Possibly the same reason
you took out Esther.

Severing parental ties
has a way of freeing one up

to recognize one's
true potential.

Finn: Quite...

But Esther was no fool.

She pinpointed your wants,
and knowing your true father

was at the top of the list...

No. Something else
occupies the top

of your list of affections,
and it's not your favorite city

because I'm about
to take it from you

using your own vampires,

and I barely get
a rise out of you.

I thought maybe it was Rebekah,

but you remain calm,
even when the one person

who know her fate
probably just met his.

Elijah: I am fighting
the monumental desire

to mount your severed head
upon one of these walls.

Then I thought
it was your favorite brother,

but mother broke him
into 1,000 pieces,

and rather than fix him,
you left him

to fend for himself
God knows where.

You know,
if I didn't know better,

I'd say you were
hiding something from me,

something big, something dark.

Maybe your real father
found out what it was,

and you had to kill him.

You want to know why
I killed my father?

Yeah.

When blood relations
let me down,

I don't stop
to reason with them.

I remove them.

So the secret is,
there is no secret?

You long for nothing,
care for no one.

Well...

Problem is, brother,
I don't believe you.

It's clear to me that
you're hiding something,

and, as I control
your presence here,

I've got all
the time in the world

to figure out just
what that might be.

Jackson: Hayley.
Hayley? Hayley, wait.

I can't do it, Jack.

You are not the only
one who has stuff

they'd rather not talk about.

Some of my secrets
are not mine to tell.

Maybe a little honesty
is a good thing.

Jack, I like with
the original family.

In that family, sometimes
honesty can get you killed.

We all have things we hope
will never see the light of day.

Now, you probably won't
like what I have to say

any more than what
you're holding back.

I wish that were true.

Well, come back with me.

We'll take it
one step at a time,

and if anything
makes you uncomfortable,

you tell me, and we stop...

And when it comes
time to open up,

I'll go first
because I don't run...

And I don't scare easy.

Your secrets are my secrets,
your demons my demons,

and you'll never have
to fight them alone.

I promise you that.

Please.

Relax. Relax.
Hey, easy.

I'm gonna give you
two minutes to explain

why we don't come up there
and take the witch.

You lied to us.

You betrayed
everything you taught us.

How can you lead us?

Hey.

Joe, Joe, no.

Joe? Joe.

You never did get
those gas masks.

I'm sorry.
I failed you, brother.

Not if you make us
into vampires like you.

Let's make this fight more even.

Turn us.

Hey. Hey!

I am sorry I let you down,
ok, all of you,

but the way that you
are feeling right now...

This despair, this hunger...
I have been through it,

and if you let me help you
survive it, I guarantee you,

it will only make you stronger.

At sundown, Vincent is gonna
drop that barrier spell,

and those doors are gonna open,
and we are gonna be

smack in the middle of a parade
full of innocent people.

We can't fall apart now.

Gia: Innocent, guilty,
we're hungry.

We have to feed.

We don't feed on locals.
That's our rule.

That is how we survived
300 years in this city,

and that is why
we get to call it home,

because we live by a code.

The same one that won't let you

tell your own people that you're
dying of a werewolf bite?

I'm not dying of anything.

I've got a vial of Klaus' blood
in my place

right across the river
along with enough blood

to satisfy all of you.

All we have to do is get there.

You once asked me
what I was fighting for.

I told you I was fighting
for this city, for our home,

but if we feed out there,
we lose it.

The barrier will be down
any moment now.

Let me help you get home.

It's down.

Let's go.

It's a shame, really, for you
to lose New Orleans.

You've worked so hard
to make this city a home.

On the other hand, this city
hasn't given you much

in the way of good fortune.

You had Marcel's betrayal,
father's attack,

loss of your child.

It is a delicate craft,
representational magic.

One must be ever so precise.

If you misrepresent us,
the very enchantment

that this room was built
upon would collapse.

Would it not?

Finn: I assure you, you have not
been misrepresented.

Well, that depends on how well
the hunter knows his prey.

This facade...
This illusion

that I have created over
the course of my life,

the noble stag...
Is nothing more

than a deception to
myself, to everyone,

for, were I truly
noble, brother,

I would not have
withheld from you

a vile deed and one that I,
like a coward, allowed mother

to erase from my memory.

It was I who killed Tatia.

I hunted her down and mercilessly
I feasted upon her flesh.

I tore her from us.

Mother took the blame.

Brother, I felt certain
that if you knew,

you would in no way forgive me.

Finn: The act
may be reprehensible,

but your admitting to it
proves you to be

the man I thought you to be.

My magic stands.
Does it?

It turns out, my brother
is even more depraved than I am.

He is the noble stag no longer,

indeed an altogether
different beast

creeping through the cracks,
and you have also failed

in your representation
of me because there is

one thing you never
thought me capable of...

Forgiveness.

You, Finn, have remained
a boar for centuries,

but here is where
your true fault lies.

You never learnt
that the bonds of family

far outweigh anything else.

Such bonds trump
petty jealousies.

They overcome ancient feuds,
and, yes,

they are capable of allowing
one monster

to pardon the great
sins of another.

How is this possible?

Your magic is as flawed
as your perception

of your own siblings.

I wonder, just how
untouchable are you?

Oh, thank God.
Are you ok?

For now.

What happened?
Is Kol ok?

I'm fine. Thank you
for your concern.

The same, however, cannot
be said for your friends

and the people of
the French quarter.

Now, I can stand here
and explain to you

the specifics, or you
can show a little trust

and come with me.

I'm the one who's been waiting
for you to move your ass.

Let's go.

Huh...

What you are feeling
is the hunger.

It will be unlike
anything you've ever known.

It is your greatest weapon,
and the Germans

are coming over that hill
thinking to waltz

over our corpses
to take the town,

but that's not gonna happen
because one thing stands

in the enemy's way... us,
and make no mistake.

We are one unit, one army.
We are family.

Family is not determined
by blood,

but by who you fight for
and who will fight for you.

Tonight we will feed
on the blood of our enemies,

and if we die, we will be
reborn, and we will feed again.

We are the brotherhood
of the damned,

and we cannot be defeated!

All: Yeah!

Over the top!

Let's get them!

Huh... aagh!

Rrgh!
Yaagh!

I think we're gonna make it.

Everything is fine out here.

Where the hell are they?

You look around.

I'll see if I can
track them down.

Gia: Welcome back, soldier.

Fed you some of Klaus' blood.

You weren't exactly lucid.

They're all getting
into the rest

of your blood bags downstairs.

But not you.

I'm sorry for being
a pain in the ass.

Only the weak don't
challenge authority, Gia.

You did good.

I applaud you all for your strength
of character.

Just finished congratulating

your little vampire
hoard downstairs.

What did you do to them?

Nothing that isn't reversible.

Came to ask you
a question, Marcel.

See, earlier today I spent
some time with my brothers.

They went to great lengths
to hide something from me,

a secret they'd do
anything to keep.

Now, I may not be able
to get it out of them,

but I'm willing to bet
I could rip it out of you.

Klaus, on phone:
How is my daughter?

She's in good hands, as am I.

However, if you say the word,
I shall return. No.

You're needed where you are.

So the city is safe?

Well, I wouldn't exactly
go flinging around

terms like "safe."

Marcel and all his vampires
have inexplicably disappeared.

Kol is in the wind,
Rebekah is still lost,

and Finn is dangerously suspicious
of the secrets we keep,

speaking of which,
I meant what I said.

I am capable of forgiveness.

We need to remain focused
on our common enemies.

I'll be in touch.

Ah, the cavalry has arrived

and right on time,
no doubt eager

to save your precious Josh.

Yes. Just tell me what you need.

Well, you can start by
questioning your wolves.

Find out what Finn has done
with Marcel and his vampires.

Well, I would, but
most of the wolves

took off for the bayou
waiting for Hayley

and Jackson to finish
their wedding trials.

And what trials might those be?

You know, your basic
old-school werewolf stuff.

They go out into
the woods and smoke

this blue calamus root
out of a peace pipe.

Blue calamus,
a rather specific plant,

known by many for its unique
properties as a truth serum.

In generations past, it
was used among the wolves

for divulgement rituals,
ancient rites

where secrets are confessed.

I don't suppose they
mentioned such a thing.

They just said they had
to do a bunch of rituals

and ceremonial stuff.

And where, exactly,
did Jackson take Hayley?

Aiden: Back country,
deep bayou. Why?

That'll be all.
Stay on point.

Wait. That's it?
Where are you going?

I'm going to have a little chat
with the bride-to-be,

remind her that some secrets
need to stay buried.

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