Klaus: My siblings and I are the first vampires
in all of history, the original family.
3 centuries ago, we helped build a town called New Orleans.
Now a plot by witches has lured me back,
hopping that I will defeat a tyrant,
a vampire I created.
My brother hopes I will find redemption
through the power of family,
a miracle child,
part werewolf, part vampire, a hybrid.
My sister is doubtful.
She thinks I am beyond redemption.
Despite my brother's best efforts,
I have a plan of my own.
I will take back my home and claim what was mine.
I will be King.
Marcel: The city of New Orleans.
People of all stripes and flavors
from all over the country come here to party on our streets.
Some are just looking for fun,
some are looking for something a little darker,
more dangerous.
So we invite them into my home,
and we give it to them.
[Music playing]
Then at the stroke of midnight, everything changes,
and it's time to feed.
[Screaming]
This is how I keep my guys happy,
the occasional all-you-can-eat buffet.
My nightwalkers love it.
Got them working hard trying to earn
one of these daylight rings.
They deserve to blow off a little steam.
My daywalkers, the trusted few,
they just like to party.
It's quite an operation.
Tell me, what about the victims?
Seems like a lot of graves to dig.
Can't kill them all.
Too many folks go missing, tourism drops,
so we heal them with a little vamp blood,
erase their memory, send them on their way,
no muss, no fuss.
I'm impressed.
Nothing I didn't learn from you back in the day.
Man: Marcel.
What's up, Thierry?
6 of our guys were killed in a bar
outside of the quarter, nightwalkers.
No one saw who.
[Music continues]
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[Car door opens]
Elijah, if not answering your phone
was part of your clever plan to get me back
to this godforsaken city, then well done.
I'm here, and I'm worried.
Now pick up before I kick in your bloody door.
Who the hell are you?
Ahh. You must be the maid.
My bags are in the car. Get them, will you?
Hello. Not the maid.
Right. You're that werewolf girl
my brother Klaus knocked up.
I was expecting to see some kind
of supernatural miracle baby bump.
Guess you're not showing yet.
It's Hayley, isn't it?
You have your brother's manners.
And his temper, too, so watch it.
Where's Elijah?
Beats me. He's long gone.
What do you mean long gone?
Well, one minute he was here
making epic promises about protecting me
in this predicament that a bottle of scotch
and some bad decisions got me into,
he was all poetic about how we're family,
and then Klaus told he me bailed.
Guess that's what I get for trusting a vampire.
Elijah is not just any vampire,
and he doesn't break promises,
which means Niklaus has done something dastardly and Klaus-like.
Klaus, get out here and tell me what you've done
with our brother, you narcissistic, back-stabbing wanker!
Enough with all the shouting.
Little sister. I should have known.
I assume the 6 dead vampires were your doing.
They were very rude...
Aah!
Trying to victimize a poor, innocent girl
just trying to find her way to the quarter.
So sorry. Were they friends of yours?
Oh, that's right. You don't have any friends.
I do have friends. I have Marcel.
You remember him, don't you?
Yes, of course you do.
He fancies himself. The king of quarter now,
and he has these rules about killing vampires.
It will be fun to see what sort of punishment
he comes up with for you.
I don't care about Marcel or his rules.
Elijah doesn't welsh on deals.
What did you do to him?
Perhaps he's on holiday
or taking a long autumn nap upstairs.
Well, go on. Take a look around.
You remember this house as well as I.
I remember everything.
[Music playing]
Rebekah, voice-over: I remember how the drunken fool
of a Governor hid away all our vampire sins
in exchange for gold.
[Indistinct chatter]
I remember the lavish parties the Governor threw
as if to impress you.
I remember finding a moment of affection
with the Governor's son Emil...
And I remember that even Elijah was happy.
Your brother, he's gone too far.
Niklaus, there is no hope for you, is there?
Are we interrupting?
Yes.
No.
Dearest Elijah,
you've only ever wished happiness for me.
Emil and I are in love.
Please let me turn him.
Heh heh heh!
Rebekah, the Governor has graciously agreed
to hide a lot of our... Indiscretions.
It would not do to turn his only son into one of us.
Please for me.
It's not gonna happen, sister.
If we turned every man you dropped your knickers for,
then human beings would cease to exist,
and we'd have no bloody food.
How dare you, sir!
You would do well to... aagh!
Drop him.
Klaus!
Klaus, drop him.
Wait!
Rebekah: No!
[Sobbing]
Get him out!
Well, he wasn't good enough for you.
No one was ever good enough for me, Nik.
You made sure of that.
Now where's Elijah?
Where are you going?
It appears the night is not quite over yet.
I'm off for another drink with Marcel.
Elijah told me your plan to take apart
Marcel's empire piece by piece.
I don't remember it involving you two drinking
New Orleans dry together.
I know you don't have many friends, Rebekah,
but what some friends do when they get together is they drink,
and when they drink, they tell secrets.
Marcel has somehow found a way to control
the entirety of witches in the quarter,
and I aim to uncover the how
so I might take it for myself.
Finding Elijah didn't make my to-do list today.
Oh. And welcome home, little sister.
[Door slams]
You, wolf girl.
I'm gonna search this house inch by inch
until I find what my evil brother has done to my good one.
You're helping.
The Governor had lots of secret rooms.
I'll show you his favorite.
You think Klaus killed him.
We can't be killed, silly girl,
but that doesn't stop Klaus from finding ways
to torture us.
He has a set of mystical silver daggers.
One in the heart sends us into a deep slumber.
Klaus gets his jollies from keeping us in a box
until he decides to pull the dagger out.
That must be what he's done to Elijah.
This one's mine.
He keeps your coffin on standby?
He likes to be prepared for when his family members
inevitably disappoint him.
Elijah's isn't here.
He must have stashed him elsewhere.
I feel sick.
Welcome to the family, love.
You should have run the second your realized Elijah was gone.
Yeah. Well, the witches have put
some sort of hex on me.
As long as I'm carrying this baby,
I can't leave New Orleans.
If I do, they kill me.
Well, knowing Klaus, he's planning a box for you
the second you give birth to whatever's cooking in your tum.
I'm leaving as soon as I find Elijah.
Being daggered in a box for decades sucks.
Trust me.
You best find a way to break that hex and run.
[Door slams]
Hello?
Seriously, Marcel?
Trying to scare me?
I had nothing to do with the attack
on your guys last night.
[Clattering]
Sophie Deveraux.
My brother Elijah told me about you.
Know who I am?
Yeah, I know.
Then you know we need to talk.
So if I had to guess, knowing Klaus' history,
Elijah has a dagger in his chest.
It's a magical object.
You're a witch. Do a locator spell,
locate the dagger, locate Elijah.
I can't use magic.
It's punishable by death.
Marcel's rules.
Marcel? What do you think I'm going to do to you
if you don't give me what I want?
Not much.
I've been linked,
so anything you do to me,
you do to Hayley.
Who?
Oh. Right. The mumsy.
Well, luckily for you, Elijah seems to care about her.
Otherwise, I'd break your neck right here.
How did Marcel get so bloody powerful anyway?
It wasn't like this when I left 11 years ago.
Marcel has a way to tell whenever
there's magic done in the quarter.
The how isn't relevant.
I'll tell you what's not bloody relevant.
A coven of witches who can't do magic.
Here's an idea. Move away.
We practice ancestral magic.
This cemetery is filled with the remains
of our witch ancestors.
Without access to them, we're powerless.
If we run, we're leaving our legacy behind,
our home, our family.
Well, family's overrated.
Look at me.
I'm back in a city that's given me nothing but heartache,
looking for a brother who's hell-bent
on protecting a baby I don't care about.
I find that hard to believe.
You're here, aren't you?
I'm here for Elijah.
The instant I find him, I'm gone.
He was the one who idiotically believed
this baby would be Niklaus' redemption,
and now he's missing, probably at the hands of Klaus himself,
and you were foolish enough to believe
that Elijah could convince Klaus to go against Marcel
when everyone knows that they have a history.
Klaus sired Marcel, I'm aware.
You don't understand.
Marcel is not just some guy
that Klaus turned into a vampire.
Klaus loved him like a son.
[Neighing]
I was there the day that they met.
We were burying Emil, the Governor's only son.
[Whip cracks]
Ow! Ow!
Rebekah, voice-over: Turns out the Governor had another son
from a mother that he owned.
[Whip cracks]
Oww!
[Whip cracks]
Owww!
What is your name?
Don't got one.
Mama wouldn't name me till I turned 10
case the fever took me.
Then it took her.
You're a survivor,
and survivors need names.
How about Marcellus?
Marcellus?
It comes from Mars, the God of war,
and it means little warrior.
Perhaps there is hope for our brother after all.
Klaus saw himself in the boy.
He remembered how our father used to beat him.
He, too, was the bastard child
of a man who saw him as nothing but a beast.
And that is why your plan will fail.
All you've done is bring back together two long lost souls.
Without Elijah between them,
who knows what they'll do?
[Music playing]
Well, this is a far cry from last night's party.
Ahh. In pursuit of the bartender from Rousseau's, I see.
She's a work in progress.
And yet here you are, pining over her
when you should be eating her for lunch.
Well, she must be special.
Business first. The coroner called.
He's got my number in case any dead tourists show up.
Let me guess. Dead tourists with a stamp on their hand
and vampire blood in their veins.
It happens. Someone takes a drunken tumble
off a balcony or into the Mississippi,
and today, I've got two of them to deal with.
Excuse me, love.
What's that you're studying?
Abnormal psychology.
Abnormal psychology. Well...
Perhaps you could help me diagnose my friend over here.
He's been a little bit depressed.
Can't keep his mind off a girl.
He tells me she's a queen fit for a King.
I think he should cut his losses and move on.
What's your professional opinion?
Be a nice guy, and maybe the opportunity
will present itself someday.
How about tonight, 9:00?
I'll meet you right here.
I'll take it under consideration.
Hmm. Harsh.
I daresay I've lost my touch,
or you've lost yours.
Oh. Hey, hey, wait.
We're closed. Sorry.
I just need one teeny tiny little herb.
Please.
Which herb?
Crushed aconite flower.
Wolfsbane? That's a poison.
Looking to kill a wolf?
Just a little one.
Give me a minute.
Cut it with jimson weed, a few drops in some hot tea.
That should do it.
Here.
It's an ugly town for wolves.
You're doing the right thing.
Hey. Want to gain points?
Tell Marcel there's a werewolf in the quarter.
You take me to the nicest places.
Welcome to the land of the newly dead.
I won't waste your time.
I trust you filled them in.
To be honest, not much in the way of potential here.
Yeah? Well, I just lost 6 nightwalkers.
I got wholes to fill.
I'll keep this quick.
That itch you feel, that's the need to feed
coming on strong,
a hunger for human blood.
Drink it, you're a vampire.
Don't, you die again, this time for good
right here in a body bag.
Hey. What are you thinking,
cute, dorky girl or gay best friend?
Dealer's choice.
Dealer's choice. Ok.
Whoever picks up this coin gets to live forever.
The other one dies.
Damn, girl! I said damn!
How could you?
Get over it, Josh! It's not like I had a choice.
You would have done the same thing
but you're such a little, measly...
let her die in cold storage.
Got a thing about people who betray their own friends.
Come on. Let's go for a ride.
Go.
[Music playing]
Attaque au fer. Now counter-parry.
A hit! Palpable hit.
I'm gonna marry you someday.
I would never marry someone who couldn't best me in a duel.
Another lesson?
Huh!
Hyah!
Rebekah Mikaelson.
Come to teach me another lesson?
Last time I saw you,
royal street was burning, and you all
were fleeing the city from your daddy.
Thought you were dead.
You never looked back to find out.
Why are you here?
Elijah. I think Klaus has done something to him.
Stop. Stop right there.
If there's one thing I've learned about you Mikaelsons,
it's don't get in the middle of family feuding.
Doesn't end well.
There's nothing going on between us.
I swear it on my life.
Your life means something to me.
Give me the privilege of honesty,
or that will cease to be the case.
I like her, and I think it's mutual,
but I haven't done anything about it, and I wouldn't, not...
and you won't.
I love my sister, but she lacks fortune
when it comes to men.
They come and go for her,
but I am the constant.
She's my family.
You said I was family.
I have begged you to turn me into a vampire.
And I told you I will turn you when you're ready.
You go near Rebekah again, and you never will be.
Rebekah: Even after all you've achieved,
you're still scared of him.
I'm not scared of anyone.
If I find out you know where Elijah is,
you needn't fear Klaus.
I'll kill you myself.
Nostalgia's a blast and all,
but I can't help you.
It's nice seeing you, though.
Good luck finding what you're looking for.
[Music playing]
I know that face. Woman trouble.
You're a dick, you know that.
Why didn't you tell me your sister's back in town?
I thought it would be more amusing for you to find out for yourself.
Is there anything else that I need to know?
Only that she's grown considerably more insane
in the last century.
Or maybe that it was her who killed my guys.
Doubtful. Unless that biker bar
is frequented by small-town high-school quarterbacks,
I can't imagine she'd be interested.
[Cell phone rings]
Yeah?
Thierry: Just got a tip someone saw a werewolf in Bienville Park.
Get a couple nightwalkers to run it down.
Bring me back its head.
Well, I guess that solves the mystery
of the murdered riffraff.
At least my sister's in the clear.
About that. I don't have time
for Mikaelson family drama.
You're my guest. Keep your sister in line.
I have a greater chance of draining
the Mississippi with a straw!
Come on, Hayley.
One upset stomach, and all this stupid drama
is ancient history.
[Rustling]
Dumb moving coming into the quarter.
You're coming with me, wolf.
I have had it to here with vampires
telling me what to do!
Aah! Ugh!
Unh!
Now that is no way to treat a pregnant lady.
I do hate bad manners.
This is why I told you never to leave the house.
Werewolves are banned in the quarter.
I had a plan, and your little nighttime stroll
put it all in peril.
Leave him!
You've done enough, don't you think,
leaving a trail of bodies like
a roadmap to my door?
If I hadn't overheard this lot bragging about werewolf heads,
everyone here would be screwed,
and don't give me that crap about having a plan.
You've had all the time in the world
to execute a plan, and no one's seen you
do a damn thing!
Elijah made a deal to protect your child
so that he could save you from your selfish, rotten self.
You obviously don't give a damn
about the child or Elijah
because what have you done to honor it?
I have done everything.
Let me spell it out for you, shall I?
From the day I arrived, Marcel hasn't trusted me.
From day one, he's had his vampires
ingest toxic vervain,
which as you know, little sister,
protects them from my mind control.
Klaus, voice-over: I needed a spy,
someone on the inside with me
who Marcel would never suspect,
so I created a day zero and got there first.
Unh!
Hey.
Marcel had just lost 6 vampires
thanks to your little murder spree,
and he needed new recruits,
so I made the new one mine
before he'd had even a drop of vervain.
Now let's have a little chat
about what you can do for me.
But we all know the real way to a man
is through his heart, so...
So my mate Marcel...
nice bloke, don't you think?
No.
He's charming,
sexy, confident, incredibly hot,
but let's be honest, he's a bad boy, right, like you,
and right now, I only need good in my life,
not someone who's...
tragically wounded and damaged
by demons he can't escape.
The damaged ones, they're not good, at least not for me.
I understand, I do.
However, give him one chance.
Then I need you to tell me where he goes
and who he sees.
Compel him to believe his mates found religion
and moved to Utah
so that he can explain to Marcel
why he lost 3 more vampires tonight.
Does anyone have any more questions?
No. Good because I have a question, Hayley.
What were you doing in the bloody French quarter
in the first place?
Answer me!
Nik, leave her be.
You want to know what I was doing?
I was buying poison so I could put
your little baby out of its misery.
Nik!
[Gagging]
Nik!
Keep your hands off her.
She is pregnant for God's sake!
All of this bluster about not wanting the child,
and then the second she tells you she's ready to get rid of it...
It's ok to care.
It's ok to want something.
That's all Elijah was trying to do,
all he's ever wanted for you,
all we've ever wanted.
I gave Elijah to Marcel.
What?
Marcel was nervous.
It was bad enough one original returned to town,
but two?
His crew was getting antsy.
He wanted Elijah gone,
so I gave him a peace offering.
You bartered our brother.
I have a plan.
Gain Marcel's trust,
dismantle his empire,
honor Elijah's wish that that baby be born.
I am executing that plan the only way I know how.
If you don't like it,
there's the door.
See if I care.
I know you don't know me very well, but thanks.
I appreciate what you did in there.
Us girls have got to look out for each other.
What is it with you two?
I mean, you say you hate him,
but the way you deal with him, it's so clear.
Even when you hate him, you still love him.
I guess when you spend a thousand years with someone,
deciding to quit them is like
losing a part of yourself,
but sometimes, the hate is just so powerful.
Emil wasn't the only boyfriend
of mine that Klaus killed.
He did it again and again
every time I found someone to care about.
He just kept doing it
until finally I stopped falling in love.
He said he was protecting me from my mistakes,
that no one was ever good enough for his little sister
until one day someone was.
How was the river?
It's cool, sweet.
I should go inside.
My brother will kill you.
Then I'll die smiling.
Did I not warn you?
Klaus, I beg of you!
He is not like any other.
You saw it in him from the very first day.
You saved him,
protected him.
You raised him.
You cannot kill him.
You are right.
I cannot.
Ohh!
But you, dear sister,
need a lesson in what you can
and cannot take from me.
If you know Marcel has Elijah,
why don't you just get him back yourself?
Because if I cross my brother,
then there's still a coffin downstairs with my name on it.
Oh, my God.
I found them under your coffin,
so if a couple of antique steak knives
were the only thing stopping you from getting Elijah back,
then here you go.
[Music playing]
I sent everyone home for the night.
I am your humble host.
Well, ok.
Extra points for flair.
And the night's just started.
What made you decide to come?
Everyone deserves a chance.
You lied to me.
Where's my brother?
Hello to you, too.
Cami, Rebekah, Rebekah, Cami.
I see you still have a thing for blonds.
Hey!
Tell me where Elijah is.
What the hell is going on?
Tell me where he is, or I will kill you!
No, you won't.
Perhaps you're right.
But I will kill her.
[Gags]
Let her go.
You won. I'll take you to see Elijah?
Ohh! What the hell are you people?
Shh. It's ok.
Go home, forget all this,
and just know that I will make it up to you,
I promise.
You want to see Elijah?
Fine. Follow me.
Invite me in.
Got to ask the lady of the house!
Davina, come on out, sweetheart.
Invite her in.
Come in.
I wouldn't do that.
Who the hell are you?
Davina.
She's an old one, isn't she?
Yeah. Rebekah is an original,
which means she can't be killed.
She doesn't seem very nice.
She can be, but she hasn't been
very nice to me tonight.
Then I'm afraid it's time for you to leave.
Aah!
Well, it's about time.
I was bored waiting,
but I did so want to see your face,
and it is indeed priceless.
You bastard.
What day is it?
Sunday.
I have been daggered for a whole week?
Marcel... what have you done to him?
It's 1887, Rebekah.
You've been daggered for 52 years.
What?
And don't worry about Marcel.
I presented him with a choice.
He could choose to undagger you
and live out the rest of his human days with you,
or I could turn him instead,
as he's always wanted,
in exchange for giving you up.
No. He wouldn't do that to me.
Oh, but he did.
[Door opens, creaks]
Marcel: Welcome back, Rebekah.
You were out for quite a while.
Where am I? How did I get here?
You upset Davina.
I'm glad you two finally got to meet.
Now you know what you're dealing with.
Is this my old room?
Oh, it's mine now
just like this town is mine, Davina's mine,
and Elijah's mine until I feel like giving him back.
What was once yours, what was once your brother's
it's now mine.
And don't ever touch Cami again.
I didn't use it.
You're awake.
I could barely sleep all night.
This house is like a freaking swamp sauna.
What stopped you?
You could have been free of all of this,
of me.
Yeah. Well, when I was fighting off those vampires,
I realized I wasn't just protecting myself.
Maybe it has to do with the fact that
my birth parents gave me up
and my adoptive parent kicked me out.
All I know is push came to shove,
and I realized I wouldn't let anyone hurt it.
I'm beginning to think we're a lot a like,
you and I.
We're both castoffs who've learnt to fight
when we're backed into a corner.
Well, we're backed into a corner now.
Ah. That we are.
It's time to fight...
Little wolf.
This whole thing with Marcel,
the deal you have with the witches,
trying to take him down, take what's his,
Rebekah told me that you two once loved each other like family.
What happened?
I made Marcel everything that he is,
I treated him like a son,
and when my father chased me and my family
from New Orleans a hundred years ago,
we believed Marcel was killed.
We each mourned him in our own way.
Yet when I returned, I found not only had he survived,
he had thrived.
Instead of seeking us out,
instead of sticking together as one,
he made a choice to take everything
my family had built and make it his own.
Now he is living in our home,
he is sleeping in our beds.
The letter "M" he stamps everywhere,
it's not for "Marcel,"
it's for Mikaelson.
[Music playing]
I want it all back,
and if I have to push him out to get it,
then that's exactly what I'll do.
I'll have somebody see to the air conditioning.
You're right. The girl Cami, she's the key.
Marcel likes her, and because of that,
I got to see the secret weapon
of his that you've been going on about.
Well, don't stand on ceremony.
What is it?
It's not a what. It's a who,
a girl, Davina.
She can't be more than 16,
and I have never felt power like that.
A witch.
She's not just any witch.
She's something I've never seen before,
something beyond powerful,
and now because of you, she has Elijah.
Who knows what she could do to him.
Where is she?
That clever bitch.
I don't know.
What's wrong?
She wiped my memory of the location.
Marcel possesses a weapon
bigger and more powerful than an original,
and you handed our brother to him!
How many times will Elijah forgive you?
How long until his hope for your redemption
finally dies?
I did what I had to do!
Marcel took our home.
And our home is worthless
without family.
I am finding Elijah, whatever it takes.
Are you going to help me?
Whatever it takes.
I'm sorry about that unpleasantness.
She doesn't scare me.
None of them do.
I didn't think they would, honey,
but the thing is,
it seems like they're here to stay.
They don't belong here.
Might be kind of tough to convince them of that...
Which is why I need to ask you for a favor.
I'm gonna need you to figure out
how we kill an original.
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