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Previously on "The Originals"...

Dahlia is the most power
witch I've ever seen.

She craves more power still,

and that is why
she will come here...

To take the child's
power for herself.

You haven't gotten
any sleep lately?

I've been here studying all
this stuff since Kol died.

The wolves need a new leader.

I can help you become
the leader your pack deserves.

You want to call things off
because it'd look weird

for a werewolf VP
to be dating me.

I'm just trying
to keep you safe.

Dahlia has
the power to kill

anyone who stands in her way.

And you know how to stop her.

Given the proper materials, yes.

I've sent father
to procure them.

You put the life of my child
in the hands of Mikael.

Nothing will happen
to that child,

but we have to consider
every weapon

at our disposal, brother.

Dahlia is coming.

Hey, hey, hey.

Well, Mrs. Marshall-Kenner,

now that you've got a real local
to show you around the quarter,

where would you like to start?

Well, Mr. Kenner, I'd ask
to see your old haunts,

but we do have an impressionable,
young lady with us.

Come on.
Look. Ha ha!

Thanks.

That song. What is it?

Flowers, miss.
A gift for the child.

No. We're all right.
Thank you.

You sure?

Black dahlias are in bloom.

They're quite lovely.

Show yourself, witch.

Klaus!

I am here.

I am everywhere, and I intend
to take what is mine.

It's her.

Hey, what just happened?

Dahlia.

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Isn't
that the point of a fortress?

It does a better job
of protecting you

when you stay within its walls.

Ok. We get it.

Now let's just figure out
what the hell we're gonna do.

What I would like to do
is take a strong leash...

Children, please.

Niklaus, your ire is justified.

However, Hayley is quite right.

We need to find a new strategy.

Freya, if you please...

This spell you described,
Dahlia calls it kenning,

using proxies to watch
her enemies from afar,

but I've never seen it done

on quite this scale.
Awesome.

So basically,
every hurricane-chugging,

boob-flashing tourist on Bourbon
Street is a potential spy.

The good new is,
I know a little bit

about how her magic works.

This tonic will at least prevent
her from using any of us.

Well, come on.

Should work like a charm.

Bottoms up.

Niklaus, is there something
you wish to contribute?

I prefer biscuits with my tea.

Of course.

Besides, our minds
are far too strong

to be invaded by kenning spells.

So what we experienced
was a test.

Dahlia is watching to see
how we respond to aggression.

She's preparing for battle.

My guess is sooner
rather than later.

Well, if she was watching us,

she would know
that we have our own army.

She also knows
where we are,

and, given the immense
nature of her power,

we simply have no idea
what to expect from her.

What we need is to create
a new stronghold,

something that Dahlia
knows nothing about,

a sanctuary from any witchcraft.

That's a fine strategy.

I offer another.

We could use Jackson to trace
her magic back to its source,

find out exactly where she is.

Fine. Do it.

Good. Then it's settled.

Off you pop
to your respective tasks.

Me, I've always been
of the opinion

that the best defense
is a good offense.

So I'm gonna find a way to
murder that God-forsaken witch.

What do you want, Klaus?

Well, perhaps I'm merely
concerned about you.

You do seem to spend
an inordinate amount

of time in graveyards
for a teenager.

It's a rather morbid habit.

Well, I am touched
by your concern.

Anything else?

Now that you mention it,
there is one matter

with which I could
use your help...

Mikael.

It appears my sister
Freya has dispatched him

to gather some items I require,

and, seeing as how
you brought him back

from the dead, I'm guessing you
have the means to find him.

Sorry. I'd love to help,
but I'm a little busy

mourning another dead boyfriend.

Do you think you're
the only one who grieves my brother?

I understand you hope
to bring Kol back.

Resurrection spells
can be very tricky.

Then tend to require a remnant
from the dearly departed.

I, myself, am the guardian
of Kol's remains,

the ashes of his true body.

Now, I might be inclined
to entrust them to you

were I, myself, feeling helpful.

Fine. I'll find Mikael for you,

and you'll give me Kol's ashes.

Deal?

We should
probably get up now.

Yeah. Yeah, definitely, 100%.

So it's settled, then, huh?

I'm basically
already out the door...

Oh, yeah?

Or we could stay in
bed all day long...

Ooh.

You know, with some Netflix,
Chinese food,

probably some other stuff.

Mm.

Mm...

Oh, I should probably,
uh, get this.

It's Jackson.
Yeah. Yeah.

No. I got it.
Wolf business.

I'm gonna grab a shower.

Yeah?

Klaus, on phone: Aiden, it seems

your big, bad alpha
has been compromised.

What? What happened?

Relax.
Jackson is fine.

He's just offered further proof
of his general inadequacy.

I can't trust him to guard hope.

So while my hands
are full, I need you

to serve as my eyes and ears.

Get to the compound.

Report back anything
I should know,

especially where
my daughter is concerned.

Yeah. Um, sure thing.
I'm on my way.

Good lad.

Hey, you ok?

That witch got in my head.

I could've hurt you,
hurt the baby.

Here. Drink this.

Freya said it will keep her
from getting in again.

I could feel her, Hayley.

Dahlia, she's nothing
but darkness.

I say we take hope and the pack
and we leave town tonight.

We can't just run
from our home, Jack.

You and hope are my home,

and running isn't
a sign of weakness.

It's what wolves do.

I know every inch of that bayou.

Out there, we're the predator.

We can keep her safe.

At the very least,
it'll buy us some time

to figure out a way to get
rid of Dahlia for good.

What about Klaus,
Elijah, Rebekah?

They're hope's family.

No. Do you know who else
is a part of that family?

Dahlia.

Look. I don't back
away from a fight, ok,

but this one started
1,000 years ago.

It's not our war...

And it certainly
ain't your daughter's.

So what's the deal, anyway?

Aiden at your beck and call now?

I'm simply mentoring
a promising, young wolf.

Josh isn't gonna be too happy
when he finds out about it.

And I am shaking in my boots

at the mere thought
of his displeasure.

You see, Davina, Josh
and Aiden are in love,

which means they both
have something to lose,

thus making them all
too easily manipulated

should the need arise.

It must really suck to have
to be you all the time.

Well, it hasn't been
a picnic, honestly.

You know, thing is, you have
that now, too, don't you,

someone you love more
than anything, even yourself.

How does that feel
to be one of us,

someone with something to lose?

Klaus, there.

Well, well, well, well, if it
isn't the bastard himself.

Have you come looking
for another beating, boy?

As much as I'd love
to kill you again,

I wonder if our interests
might be better served

by joining forces.

You know full well
the threat we face, so...

How about it...

Father?

Care to join your bastard
son on a witch hunt?

Oh, this was quite
the place back in my day,

St. James infirmary...

Vulgar, filthy, loud,

some of the best
nights of my life,

but I assume you
didn't go through

all this trouble on my account.

As you know, for years,
this place served

as neutral ground
for both our communities,

a place where all
were welcome and safe.

And, in keeping
with that tradition,

we'd like to invite you
to cast a spell,

one that would prevent the use

of any magic within these walls.

You'd ask me to create a place

where my kind would be
utterly helpless?

My dear Josephine,
powerful as you are,

surely you must have sensed
this grave, new threat.

And I am not without empathy,
but I have a responsibility

to the witches.

This is not our fight.

Well, then I do hope
you understand that anyone

willing to stand aside
and allow my family

to be threatened...

I would be forced to
consider an enemy.

As I said, Elijah, I am
not without empathy.

Perhaps a traditional
blessing to dispel

unwanted spirits,
a barrier against those

who mean to do us harm.

Yes, a blessing combined
with a disruption spell

should do the trick.

You want some fries
with that stake?

I bought one of my own at
Marie Laveau's voodoo shop.

I'll have a bourbon,
please, sweetheart.

Nothing. Leave us.

I despise this city.

Let's cut to the chase,
shall we?

Your precious Freya
told me she sent you off

to procure certain items
that will expedite

the death of your sister-in-law.

May I assume you
completed your task?

There are 3 elements total.

Combined, they represent
Dahlia's sole weakness.

If you'd like to try
and take them,

by all means, have at it.

Your mind always drifts
to violence, doesn't it,

even when you're
so clearly outmatched.

What was it you
tried teaching us?

Ah, yes, the true viking warrior

hones his fear like a blade.

Did you come here to critique
my parenting skills

or to whine about how
little you were loved?

You were weak before,
but you are weaker still.

If you truly thought me weak,

you would snatch
this weapon from my hand,

but you don't
because you know better.

I suggest we focus
on our common enemy.

Rather than bringing
your materials to Freya,

drawing her into a fight
she may not survive,

why not join me?

If we win, both our daughters
will be free.

If we lose, well,
at least you die knowing

the bastard finally got his due.

By doing this, we should be able
to trace Dahlia's signature

all the way back to
the source of her power,

but I'll need to dig deep.

Rebekah, if I may channel you...

Are you sure you're
ok with this?

Piece of cake.

Rrgh!

Uh!

Rebekah...

We need to continue.

I...

What is it?

Uh, you.

You're the reason
Dahlia is able to cast

such powerful spells.

She's channeling you.

This whole time, you've
been helping her.

I had no idea.

She must have found me.

She wants to turn you
against me.

Get away from my husband.

Stop.

Freya, I want
to trust you... I do...

But... you said it yourself...

You're bonded to Dahlia.

I'm sorry, but it's
better that you go.

Please.

Oh...

Father and son working together.

I admit, I never thought
I'd live to see the day,

and that's something
coming from me.

And what makes you think
I need your help?

Others may tremble
at the mere mention

of your name, but I know you
for what you truly are...

A little boy desperate
for a daddy.

1,000 years ago, perhaps,
but I think we can both agree

the intervening centuries
have turned me

into an altogether
different beast.

Your cruelty made sure of that,
and I am vicious and hateful

just like you.

It's precisely those qualities

that make us uniquely suited
to murdering that witch.

And why would I trust you?

Because my daughter's
life depends on it,

and you love yours
as I love mine.

You see, we're fighting
for the same thing,

you and I, to save the lives

of the only ones
who do not see us

for the monsters
that we truly are.

All right, Niklaus.

Tell me what you propose.

You have the means to make
the weapon we need.

All that remains is
to go for the kill.

It would appear Dahlia
shares that sentiment.

One final hunt together, then.

Do try to keep up, old man.

Hmm.

No.

There you are after
all these centuries.

Hello, my Freya.

Dahlia.

Hmm, how convenient
that I find you here,

mere footsteps from
that which is owed to me.

Let me guess.

Did you make a promise
to your wretched siblings...

"Together, we'll fight
the wicked witch side by side?"

Ha ha! Tell me, darling,
how did they respond

to your overtures?

Did they welcome you
with open arms

and weep tears of Joy at
your miraculous return?

Hmm?

What are you going to do to me?

You always were a selfish,
ungrateful child.

For centuries, I fed you,
clothed you, and cared for you,

granted you powers
beyond anything

you could have ever dreamed,
and still, you yearn for more,

always wishing for another life,
never satisfied.

Aah!

Soon enough, you will beg for me

to bring you back into my home.

After all, once I am done
with these poor souls,

I'll be the only family
you have left.

You should know better
than to defy me,

a lesson your father and brother
will learn shortly.

What do you
mean, she's gone?

She was a risk.

She's also the one
person who intimately

understands the enemy
we now face.

Both of you, just stop it.

I was protecting
hope from someone

it is obvious none
of us completely trust.

Correct. We've done
nothing but doubt Freya.

Nevertheless,
she kept her promise,

and she saved your life.

We certainly
haven't demonstrated

the same kindness towards her.

So what the bloody hell
do we do now?

There's a jazz club in Algiers

by the name of the St.
James infirmary.

Marcel has acquired it,
and Josephine is fortifying it

as a sanctuary against magic.

Pack your things.

Marcel will escort you and hope
there tonight at 9:00.

You wait with me.

What for?

If Freya should return,
we'll be here.

Now, whether
we trust her or not,

we cannot win this
fight without her.

This is it, one last favor,

and if you don't
give me his ashes,

I swear I will...

Davina, whatever
you may think of me,

I am a man of my word.

Actually,
he's a liar, a beast,

and a degenerate, but in
this exceptional instance,

he may be of some use.

Oh, good.
You're back.

Dahlia's minion remains
within St. Anne's church.

Clearly, it's a trap.

Of course it's a trap,
and how good is it

that we bring surprises
of our own?

Wait. So you two
are friends now?

Absolutely not.

We're merely aligned
out of necessity

for the purpose we both
enjoy the most...

Glorious murder.

In fact, you'll be helping.

You said you needed
a binding spell.

And here... my lovely,
little witch...

Is what you will bind...

Soil from Dahlia's homeland,

that which links her
to this mortal coil;

Along with viking ash,
that of her oppressors,

the source of her
immense hatred;

And finally, blood
of her adopted child,

my beloved daughter Freya...

The closest thing to love

that miserable witch
has ever known.

All the sources of her power
bound together form a weakness.

So what do you want me to do?

Simple.

Bind those ingredients
to a weapon.

Well, am I supposed to go
to the toy store

and get a slingshot?

Use this.

You just wouldn't be you

if you didn't have
a knife, would you?

Well, perhaps you
can steal it later

and dull its blade
with your art.

Do us this favor, help us end
this evil witch's reign,

and I will live up to
my end of our bargain.

I swear it on
my daughter's life.

I hope you know
what you're doing.

I need to see Elijah.

Let her through.

I'm actually glad you're here.

Freya.

I saw her...
Dahlia.

She intends to make
her move tonight.

Klaus and our father
will be her next victims.

And you have returned
to warn the very people

who would cast you out.

I understand Klaus' mistrust,

as I do yours,
but I did not come

this far to see my family die
at the hands of the very evil

that I've tried for
so long to escape.

I'm begging you,
help me save them.

Tell me what you need.

Dahlia will lure
them into a trap.

She prefers places of darkness.

She'll be drawn to any site
that's been steeped in death.

Well, welcome to New Orleans.

Oh, no. I'm talking
about dark power

created by massacre,
sacred ground

that's been stained in
the blood of the innocent.

Well?

What are you waiting
for, you crone?

Now that you've arrived,
not a thing.

Let us begin.

Ha ha ha!
We are well met.

So be it.
Are you ready?

I was born ready.

Agh!

Ah! Agh...

I should have warned you.

My acolytes are
rather formidable.

Rrgh!

I gifted them
with a fraction of my own power...

To help level the playing field.

Uh!

Hey, come on in and shut
the door.

You're my right hand, Aiden.

You've always been loyal, brave.

I want you to know, I don't
take that for granted.

That's why you're
the only one I can trust with this.

I need to get Hayley and hope
the hell out of here tonight.

Right under Klaus' roof?
He's gonna kill you.

Klaus will kill me for leaving
dishes in the sink.

It's all the more reason to run.

I'm not joking.
Klaus will find out.

He has his ways.
You know that.

I got a route mapped out

through side streets
and back roads.

Between Dahlia's spying
and Klaus' ways,

we need to get out of here fast.

I need you to get
a car and meet us

at the service entrance at 8:45.

I mean exactly 8:45.

Marcel's coming for us at 9:00.

Yeah. Of course.
I'll be there.

I don't know how long
I'll be away.

Wolves are gonna need a leader.

You up for it?

Uh...

Mm...

D'aagh!

Aah!
Aagh!

Aagh!

Haagh!

Josh, hey.

Hey, look.

Before you say anything,
I'm sorry I lied to you

about my sketchy phone call
with Klaus this morning.

I'm a jerk.
Wait. My bad.

I accidentally did
your side of the conversation.

Let's start over.
You go.

You heard the phone call.

Uh, yeah.
Vamp hearing, dude.

You can turn it on
and off, but I'm nosy,

particularly when
my boyfriend is conducting

secret business
with the guy who,

you know, murdered me
on my spring break.

I just didn't want you
do get involved, ok?

Involved in what?

It's nothing.

I've got it all taken care of.

Whoa. Hey, wait a minute.
What is going on?

No. I just...
Please.

Oh, I don't know what to do.

Jackson's got this
big escape plan

with Hayley
and the baby tonight,

and if I don't tell
Klaus, then he'll...

Cut your head off with
a dull butter knife.

But Jackson's been looking after me
since we were kids.

I can't just stab
him in the back.

I don't know
if you have a choice.

He's part of my pack.

You don't know what that's like.

Hey, you don't have
to be a crescent wolf

to love your friends.

Look. It's fine.
We're gonna...

We're gonna figure this out, ok?

Quite the operatic performance,

though that is the thing
with these grand tragedies.

In the end,
all the heroes die.

Uh!
Nngh!

D'agh!
Rrgh! Uh!

Hayley?

Klaus and Elijah are the oldest,

most powerful vampires
in the world,

and Dahlia's got them scared.

If she takes them down,
I don't want hope

to be around to see
what happens next.

Do you really think this
is the best plan to protect her?

I really do.

You struggle with such passion,

all in defense of the ones you
love, an honorable quality,

one which I had not anticipated,

given the reputation
which precedes you.

Still...

A bit too little...

Too late.

Uh!

And, you...

Husband of my sister, you
I would like to make suffer.

Enough.

My Freya, you do realize

that this so-called
family of yours

is simply using you
for your power.

No. You're the one who used
me for 1,000 years.

No more.
So be it.

No!

Uh! Stay away from my daughter!

Uh! Ah...

Uh!

Don't you know I'm too
powerful to kill?

You ready?

Any sign of them?

Something's wrong.
Fan out. Find them now.

He should be here by now.

Something must have happened.

Shh shh shh.

Everything ok?

Took you long enough.

Are we going
to Algiers, or what?

Right now, that club
is the safest place in town.

Dahlia; We all have weaknesses.

You came here united
hoping to exploit mine,

and in doing so,
you lost the one thing

that you could have
used against me...

The weapon you created,
now rendered useless.

No!

Now that we've dispensed
with that little trinket,

perhaps we can focus
on the issue at hand.

After all, I seek only
that which is owed to me,

give me the child,
and you all may live.

Deny me, and, well, you've had
a taste of my power.

I can't imagine
you hunger for more.

I told him it was traffic.

Jacks was furious,
but he bought it.

So I guess I live another day.

Yeah? So what about tomorrow?

How could I be so stupid?

The moment Klaus looked at me,

I should've run in
the opposite direction.

Josh, um, I'm so sorry
about all of this.

Yeah. Me, too, I mean, mainly
because if Klaus hurts you,

I'm gonna have to seek vengeance

psycho ninja style, and I think

we both know how
that's gonna go.

Hey...

This isn't your fault,
no more than it was mine

for getting my neck snapped
in some crappy dive bar.

This is what Klaus does.

Aiden, I've kind of been
on my own my whole life,

and then suddenly, everything
was different because of you.

You are my pack...

You and Marcel
and Davina, and, yeah,

I'd die for you
because I don't think

I can go back to how
it was before.

Look. We're gonna
figure this out...

Together.

Well, that sounds
like a bloody fiasco.

Where's Dahlia now?

She could be anywhere.

There wasn't a trace of
her left at the church.

She's done with us
for the night.

No doubt, she wants
us to take some time

to wallow in our defeat.

Defeat?

I disagree.

We saw her face.
We took her measure.

If that's the best she's got,

quite frankly, I'm unimpressed.

Her aim
was not to impress us.

She wanted us to reveal
our sole weapon,

and, like fools, we did.

Am I hearing things, or did Nik

just exchange words
with our father?

Rebekah. I'd know
that wicked tongue anywhere.

What mischief have you
gotten yourself into now?

No doubt, the bastard's doing.

Enough.

My patience, like
this farce of a reunion,

is at an end.
Agreed.

There really is
only one question here.

What, exactly, are we doing?

This was not my plan.

You rushed it and made
but a single weapon.

Of course she took it from you,

and now we've lost
what advantage we had

and used up the very materials
we needed to kill her.

It's a bit histrionic.

Your materials are easily found.

Let's take stock, shall we?

There's an ample supply
of your blood.

Norwegian soil is hardly scarce.

What else?

Ah, yes... the ashes of
Dahlia's viking oppressors.

Only priceless relics gotten
with great difficulty

at a museum, lost due to
your worthless strategies.

Uh! Uhno!

If I feel even the faintest
touch of your magic, Freya,

I will end him with
the flick of my wrist.

You don't seem surprised.

Betrayal is in your nature, boy.

No. I wasn't born like this.

Her you fight for...
Lovely Freya,

the daughter you barely know...

Yet there was a time when
you knew me as your son,

a time before all
the disappointments,

the revelations of betrayal.

There were moments
when all you had to do

was be my father, and even then,

you despised me, didn't you?

I want to know why.

I don't know.

I just did.

Are those your final words?

Freya...

I'm so sorry.

I love you.

No!
Ugh!

Viking ash is indeed rare...

But all you really need
is a burning viking corpse.

Your technique is exquisite.

Do you play?

Ha! No.

Uh-uh, not in some time.

Allow me to help you
change that.

Uh... ha ha!

Ha ha!

Dahlia, I assume.

Indeed.

Now if you'll
beg my pardon, madam.

I must use you to send a message

to all those
who would side against me.

I suppose there's no promises

one old witch can
make to another.

Sadly, my dear, there's nothing

you can do for me
that I cannot do for myself.

May I, then...

One last tune?

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