Previously, on "The Originals"...
This town was my home once,
and in my absence, Marcel has got
everything I ever wanted.
I want it back.
Marcel: I hereby pledge my allegiance to you.
- Celeste. - Celeste?
Whoever she was, she was smoking hot.
I believe that when you love someone,
you're uniquely vulnerable.
She died because of me.
Klaus: Davina, she's a powerful weapon.
Yaah!
I knew that I was supposed to be killed
so the harvest could be completed.
Marcel: She is dead! Do you hear me?
Rebekah: 4 were supposed to rise, and none did.
Where did all that power go?
- Tunde: Someone called us forth. - Who?
Celeste: I did.
I'd appreciate if you call me by my real name...
Celeste.
Oh...
I remember this cemetery.
Hmm. Hasn't changed a bit.
I've been coming here over a century
wearing one face or another.
[Drums playing]
Clara Summerlin, will you come on?
We're gonna miss everything.
[People cheering and whistling]
Genevieve: Told you.
Every witch in the quarter is here,
come to see the great Papa Tunde.
[Drums stop]
Witches of the french quarter,
thank you for your welcome.
It is good to be among people of the faith.
I, too, practice ancestral magic,
honoring those who walked the path before us.
From them we draw strength...
And you will need strength,
for a great darkness is coming.
The city your forefathers left you is now overrun
by pirates, beasts, and vampires.
[Wind whistling]
Tunde: I practice other magic, as well...
Sacrificial magic.
Channeling power from the lives of my offerings,
I use this strength to vanquish my enemies,
and I will punish your enemies for their greed.
In return, you will accept my family into your coven...
And me as your leader.
Gentlemen, make yourselves at home.
Mayor O'Connell appears to be running late,
but there's much to discuss, so I shall begin.
Klaus: One moment, please, brother.
You know how much I enjoy
these illicit, little gatherings.
Do not be troubled.
Despite my brother's reputation, I can assure you,
we've invited you here to broker in peace.
You have my word.
And, lucky for you,
my brother always keeps his word.
You two are from the guerrera crime family,
a brutish pack of thieves and killers,
and that's nothing compared to what you become
on a full moon, is it?
Yes, yes, yes.
Of course, a bite from your kind
is not lethal to an original.
Conflict between us would not
end well for you at all.
Let's state our proposal here.
My brother and I control the ports of the city,
but with prohibition soon to be the law
of the land, there'll be a certain uptick
in the kind of federal presence we prefer to avoid.
Therefore, I'd like to suggest a system
whereby... under our supervision, of course...
The guerrera family can traffic alcohol
into the city of New Orleans for a profit.
We would still be in charge,
but our rule would remain a secret.
[Clap clap clap]
Tunde: This all sounds very good,
but, tell me,
how will it benefit the witches?
I am sorry. This is a private meeting.
Yes, for kings of the city,
but I, too, am a King,
and I have rules.
I'm impressed.
You're either quite ambitious or quite mad.
What's your name, mate?
I am Alphonz Bellatunde Delgallo,
Papa Tunde to my followers,
and I come to ask that the witches
be granted fair tribute
for allowing your existence in our city.
Are you suggesting that you speak
for the french quarter witches?
I do now, and I expect
our future negotiations to go very smoothly.
As a guarantee, I brought a gift.
I await our next gathering.
Well, I suppose we'll need a new mayor.
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Hey, Marcel, maybe you know what's going on.
Klaus ordered us to meet here,
and now he's a no-show.
What do you want from me?
It's a new regime. Get used to it.
Klaus: Dearest brethren, your attention, please.
No doubt, you're all surprised to see Thierry Vanchure,
who's supposed to be rotting in the garden
for the crime of killing one of our own,
and I personally decided to issue him with a pardon.
I hope you'll all welcome home Thierry.
Welcome home, mate.
[Applause]
[Laughter]
You're in a good mood.
You should visit Mystic Falls more often.
Well, as much as I might like to,
I have pressing responsibilities here.
Now, as you all know,
the witch Davina is no longer with us.
Without Davina, we can no longer monitor
the activity of our witch neighbors.
However, since their harvest failed,
their magic will soon be gone forever.
Until then, I say we keep them on their toes.
Diego, I wonder if you might lead
a rousting in the cauldron.
Marcel, I'd hoped you would join Diego.
Nah.
I'm gonna take a personal day.
Elijah: Now, you may doubt him.
Today I saw Niklaus demonstrate mercy
towards an enemy.
Tell me that's not progress.
Please, Elijah.
Who do you think convinced Klaus to let Thierry out?
Why would you do such a thing?
Because, despite Klaus' reprieve,
Thierry despises him.
I like that about Thierry.
I also like that he used to date a witch,
so he knows about french quarter covens.
Maybe he can lead me to whoever
stole off with the harvest magic.
Rebekah, we are all devastated
by the outcome of this ritual.
That's just it. There was no outcome.
We both know that power like that doesn't just vanish.
I say someone stole it.
I'd like to know who,
and then I'd like to make an ally out of them.
To what end, exactly?
I'm tired of being threatened
and controlled by our tyrant brother.
If you want to stop a bully,
you need the power to stand up to them.
I expect such behavior from Niklaus.
It's so very disappointing when it comes
from you, Rebekah.
Do you not see that, in his way,
he's making an effort here?
He's invited us back into our family home.
He yearns for our family to be reunited.
Yes. He's in a brilliant mood now,
but for how long?
It's his trick, Elijah.
He lulls you into a false sense
of camaraderie and kinship,
and then he turns on you like a snake.
I fall for it every time
and wind up with a dagger in my chest
for my trouble.
No more.
I believe that he is approaching
some semblance of peace here.
Leadership may, in fact, be a good thing for him.
Now, sister, please, I ask you,
if you cannot support him,
then at least do nothing to provoke him.
Klaus: Ugh, is this what's it's come to?
I bear the full weight of our kingdom
while you pout like a child.
You wanted to be King.
Besides, you look like you guy it covered.
If the men see you shirk your duties,
they're likely to do the same.
I told you, I am not in the mood for vampire Hijinx.
No. You'd rather sit wallowing in sorrow
for your lost little friend.
Don't push me right now.
I am sorry Davina is gone, ok?
I'm sorry, but this mournful attitude
is unworthy of you, and it's boring to me.
Diego: Hey, guys, we got a problem.
We came to mess with the witches,
just like you said,
and these two, they went missing,
found them like this...
Not even staked, just dead.
Where are you going?
Someone has to account for this.
You want revenge, get it yourself.
That mark is tied to some bad mojo.
Any of y'all got any brains, you'll head back
to the compound and stay the hell out of this.
[Thunder]
Klaus: We're gonna find whoever did this,
and I will show them what suffering is.
Thierry: Used to run things down here for Marcel.
Thought you'd like to see what I found
before Klaus did.
Not a day out of the garden,
and you're already proving yourself useful.
We made a deal,
and if it screws things or your brother,
I'm all for it, though, to be honest,
this stuff makes my skin crawl.
I've never seen anything like this.
I have, a long time ago.
Somebody is copycatting a very dangerous witch.
They draw their power from sacrifice.
I just don't understand why someone
would leave it here for us to find...
Unless they wanted it to be found.
Tunde: Mademoiselle Mikaelson.
That's not possible.
Sure, it is, chérie. It's magic.
Symbole du masque et de l'ombre, embrase-toi.
Embrase-toi.
Symbole du masque et de l'ombre, embrase-toi.
Embrase-toi.
Symbole du masque et de l'ombre, embrase-toi.
Embrase-toi.
Symbole du masque et de l'ombre, embrase-toi.
Ah!
Klaus: Someone will die for this.
Remarkably, I don't disagree.
However, I would like to know
where they learned such dark magic.
I had hoped never to see that symbol again.
I recall it is the signature of a fool
who once stood against us.
Clearly, some upstart witch is salvaging old tricks.
I'll do for him as I did the other.
Diego.
When night falls, I want you to gather
every vampire in the quarter.
Get me the head of whoever did this
and put it on a stick.
Yeah. That's gonna be a problem.
Everyone is freaked out, man.
We haven't had witches killing vampires
in a long time.
Marcel made sure of that.
Marcel has run off like a scared child.
You lot are left with me.
Now, who of you
will fight to defend our home?
Not a single one of you will stand with me,
so afraid are you of this new threat?
You should know better.
I'll handle this myself.
Cami: Sophie, the restaurant is an epic disaster... again.
Do you think maybe you could come in today and...
Voice: User's mailbox is full. Good-bye.
Marcel: Looks like I should've been
here last night.
Before you try anything, I'm on vervain.
Yeah. Klaus mentioned you broke free
of his compulsion.
Good for you. Sophie around?
No. Why?
Got a witch problem. Thought she might have answers.
Mind if I wait?
It's a little early for day drinking.
Let me guess, Klaus problems.
I thought you'd be on top of the world
now that you have Davina back.
Davina is gone.
Was it Klaus?
I told him, if he hurt her...
It wasn't like that.
The power that she had was too much.
We tried to fix her with this crazy-ass ritual,
and something went wrong.
Now she's... I don't know...
Floating in limbo
or waiting on her ancestors.
[Crash]
Marcel...
I'm sorry.
Yeah. Me, too.
There you are.
Here I am.
Davina's drawings.
Yeah. Morbid, I know.
I was just thinking, we never figured out
why she drew those pictures of Celeste.
Anyway, I'm just killing time
now that I'm on vampire lockdown.
Whoever did this, we will deal with them.
It won't be long.
I'm not worried.
Just think it's kind of funny
that it took some big, supernatural threat
for you to even come into the same room as me.
I do apologize if you feel neglected.
I have been occupied.
My siblings are in some quarrel.
Niklaus remains agitated.
You'll recall that even our slightest interactions
seem to... Infuriate him.
So Klaus is a dick,
and you want to be a good big brother.
So we can't hang out.
That sum it up?
I get it, Elijah.
It just seems like a really crappy deal.
[Cell phone vibrating]
El presidente?
He likes to keep track of his people.
Why are you loyal to him, exactly?
For someone who says she can't stand the guy,
you sure ask a lot of questions about him.
My interest is purely academic.
I know what you're doing.
You're mad he used you,
and you want to get back at him.
Maybe you're hoping I'll let slip
some chink in his armor.
Friendly advice... Don't do that.
It won't end well.
Let me tell you a story about someone
who went up against Klaus.
[Music playing]
Marcel, voice-over: This was right after I returned
from world War I.
I'd been trying to get away from New Orleans for a while.
Something kept drawing me back.
Why don't you get me some Martinis?
Thank you.
Aren't you gonna welcome me home?
I wouldn't want you to think
that I was happy to see you.
How long you gonna hate me?
You left me in a box for 52 years.
Twice that seems like a good start.
Come on, boys.
Klaus: There he is...
Our war hero triumphantly returned.
Oh, good to have you back, Marcellus.
Welcome home.
Mm. Ha ha!
The prodigal son has finally learned to hold his liquor.
The army'll do that to you.
Well, it's good to have you back.
Niklaus was beside himself in your absence.
Now that you are here,
perhaps you could help settle an argument.
You see, you've traded a war abroad
for one here in the quarter.
Some rogue witch wants a piece of the city we built,
and Elijah, for reasons beyond my comprehension,
insists that negotiation is our best recourse.
Yes. On the topic of your failed comprehension,
you forget, as a soldier,
Marcel has seen not only
how small the world has become
and how fast news can travel,
but also the very horrors of war itself.
Surely, Marcel would agree with me.
The best way for us to defend our home
is by exercising discretion.
So who's the witch you want to kill?
His name is Papa Tunde.
I think he's a charlatan.
Elijah: Well, Marcel shall be able
to decide that for himself.
You invited him here.
Of course. We're not savages, are we?
Thank you for accepting our invitation, and welcome.
I hope you'll allow me to play the role of host.
If there's anything you need...
Anything at all...
Pleasure before business, then.
Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha!
Marcel, voice-over: I didn't get it at first.
Klaus was the one who wanted to go to war.
So why was he inviting his enemy into his home?
Why be so generous to someone who he's gonna have to kill?
But, you see, that's the thing.
It was all part of Klaus' plan.
He was sussing the guy out,
learning his weaknesses, his strengths,
getting him to let his guard down.
That's how Klaus does it.
Then he goes in for the kill.
Because he's a two-faced sociopath.
There's nothing enviable about what Klaus does.
He's a monster.
We're all monsters, Cami.
If you're powerful like Klaus is,
you just don't have to bother hiding it.
Davina was powerful.
She wasn't a monster.
It is done.
The power of the original sister flows through me.
And will that be enough to make Klaus suffer?
I will hurt Klaus Mikaelson as he hurt me.
When I am done,
he will wish that he could die.
You gonna open this place today?
And risk you eating the clientele?
Oh, and here I thought
you were starting to like me again.
[Cell phone vibrating]
[Beep]
Ah, you've deigned to break your despair
long enough to pick up the phone.
I figured you'd just keep calling.
Klaus: I'm in the cauldron now.
You could meet me here.
We could start burning passersby at the stake.
Sorry. I'm gonna chase down my own lead.
And where might that be,
the bottom of a bottle of scotch?
I'm at Sophie Deveraux's place.
I figured I'll sit here and drink till she shows.
Or you could snap out of this funk
and come and help me end this.
[Beep]
Sophie: Big, bad Klaus Mikaelson.
Sophie.
Just the witch I was looking to brutalize.
Perhaps you could explain the attacks on my men.
[Beep]
Rebekah is not answering her calls.
You worried about whoever killed those daywalkers
still being out there?
Frankly, I'm worried that she
had something to do with this.
She's very displeased with Niklaus,
perhaps even conspiring
with others.
Thierry, is it?
That's right.
My sister is rather fond of you.
Strange, she's not typically drawn to unremarkable men.
Would you care to explain your sudden magnetism?
I don't know what you're...
You can either tell me what you know
or I can distribute tiny pieces of you throughout the quarter.
She asked me to keep an eye out on witch stuff.
I found something, and when I showed her,
we were jumped by some guy.
He desiccated her with his touch.
Like a coward, you left her.
What was I supposed to do,
fight some warlock that took out an original?
Where was this, exactly?
The docks, warehouse 57.
I was just doing what she asked.
You cannot tell Klaus about this.
I shall take that into consideration.
I'm coming with you.
No. Stay here. Compound is safe.
Rebekah is in trouble. I'm going.
Do not leave my sight. Understand?
Me calling things off with you
wasn't lack of interest.
I was hoping to save you from all this.
Well, thanks, Romeo, but I'm in it.
So when are you gonna get to the good part
with Klaus and that Papa guy?
Papa Tunde said he wanted to empower the witches.
Mostly, he wanted money and territory.
Klaus and Elijah weren't about to give him either.
He didn't like that, so he went on a rampage.
No one was safe...
[Panting]
Marcel, voice-over: Not the humans in the faction...
Not the guerrero werewolves.
He even went after the witches who opposed him.
Elijah offered a truce...
He gave his word, in fact...
But Klaus, being Klaus, he had another idea.
You're late, Elijah.
It's not like the noble brother
to keep me waiting.
I'm sorry, mate.
Elijah is the brother you meet
when negotiations are to be had.
I'm the one you get when negotiations are closed.
You do not scare me.
You have no idea the power I possess.
Oh, in fact, I made it a point to learn
all about your power.
I noticed how you're almost always near
those twin sons of yours,
how they bear your distinctive mark.
Got me to thinking.
You channel their power, don't you,
which, of course, begs the question,
what would happen were that power
to be taken away, if those sons
whose lives you depend on
were suddenly struck down?
What of that power then?
I will kill you for this.
I cannot be killed.
You, however...
Aagh!
That's horrible.
Oh, to Klaus, it's just business.
And don't you think there's something
fundamentally wrong with that?
Don't you worry you'll end up
one of his victims or, worse, just like him?
Tunde: Poor Marcellus.
You remain always in the shadow of your father.
Climb out from beneath it, will you,
so you can die like a man?
Cami, you need to run now.
Don't look back. Just go.
I think she should stay.
I prefer an audience, and I'm about
to put on quite the show.
[Rattle]
[Crack]
Cami: Marcel?
I said, get out of here.
You cannot defeat me.
I channel the power of an original vampire.
Soon, I will have all 3, but first, I will take you.
[Glass shatters]
Sophie: It's a complex spell,
old-school stuff rooted in sacrificial magic.
Whoever did this to your guys, my guess is,
they were an offering to gain more power.
More guys they kill, more power they get.
[Cell phone vibrates]
[Beep]
I didn't expect a call from you so soon.
You need to get to Rousseau's now.
Some lunatic witch doctor is killing Marcel.
Get as far away from there as you can.
[Beep]
Elijah: Rebekah.
[Whoosh] Oh...
What's happening?
Some kind of boundary spell.
Someone is channeling her.
Typically, it's a lethal process,
but, because she's an original, she cannot die.
Instead, she's an endless source of power.
So what are we supposed to do?
You have to get her out of there.
As I recall, you're one of the few people
Niklaus Mikaelson ever gave a damn about.
You know what he did to my family.
Aah!
The sins of the father are paid for by the son.
I will take pleasure in telling Klaus how you died.
I remember killing you. I rather relished it.
What a joy it is to relive fond memories.
Tunde: You're here. Good.
I can crush you before the eyes of your son,
then I will consume you both.
This time, I'm stronger.
You're not listening. We cannot enter the circle.
There's some kind of confinement spell or...
If I can't remove her, we can't break the link.
Sophie, on phone: It's a convoluted spell.
It's like a witch's recipe.
You can spoil the balance by adding
a more potent ingredient,
a mystical binding agent... I don't know...
Volcanic ash, rock salt,
anything up to and including eye of newt.
What about the blood of a witch?
Do you have the blood of a witch?
[Beep]
I need a favor.
The baby.
She's a quarter witch.
Uh!
[Whoosh]
- Is he dead? - Get out of here.
Is Marcel dead? Did that guy kill him?
He didn't finish him off. Marcel needs blood to heal.
Go. Find me someone off the street.
- I'll do it. - No.
Not you.
I don't want you involved in this.
You don't control me anymore, remember?
It's ok, Marcel.
It's ok. It's ok, Marcel.
[Chomp]
[Slurping]
Ah!
I should rip out your coward heart.
What, Rebekah?
We made a deal to take out your brother,
but at he end of the day, it's every man for himself.
I am so sick of self-serving narcissists.
Are men simply incapable of committing to an alliance?
[Crack] Oh...
I asked you to cease these petty moves
against our family, and yet you conspire
with this fool.
Is this what its come to,
making moves against your own blood?
Don't you try and shame me.
Nik grows more powerful by the day,
and you do nothing but encourage him.
I offer him my counsel because it's clear to me
that he needs to make the city our home.
Now, perhaps leading these... derelicts
will curb some of these impulses,
Grant him some degree of happiness.
You always talk of Nik's happiness.
Over 1,000 years, he has robbed me
of any chance at my own.
What about me, Elijah?
Am I not a concern for you?
We all make sacrifices in the name
of this family, Rebekah, but know this.
I will never stand against you or Niklaus.
What about Hayley?
Nothing I conspire to do, none of my treachery
will harm this family as much as your feelings for her.
You're a hypocrite, Elijah.
You would choose love over family
and then condemn me for doing the same.
Fancy meeting you here.
That symbol is already up and down the cauldron,
more of them popping up everywhere.
I suppose Papa Tunde is marking his territory.
I'm told you saw him, as well.
Yeah.
Brought up a lot of memories.
Memories that are best left buried.
[Music playing]
You're sauced.
Celebrating Klaus' defeat of the mad Papa Tunde?
Not celebrating, drowning sorrows.
I'm the one who brought Tunde to town.
What?
I made some inquiries while I was abroad,
wanted the most dangerous witch anyone could find.
Why on earth would you do that?
For you.
I figured if someone as bad as Tunde comes in,
maybe Klaus gets chased off.
Very least, he's occupied enough that he can't stop me
for trying to get you back.
You mean to tell me that you would tear down
everything my family built,
everything you helped us build,
risk your own life
on the off chance that I would show you
the slightest bit of affection?
I would.
I did.
I'd do it again.
Klaus has killed a thousand tundes.
All his life, there's only ever been
one man he has truly feared...
My father Mikael.
The vampire who hunts vampires.
If he came here,
Klaus would flee and never turn back.
All we need is a witch
who can help us find him.
[People talking]
Not long ago, you all united against me.
You failed.
Since then, in my benevolence, I have wiped the slate clean,
yet it seems clear you think that I am the one
who needs to earn your respect, your loyalty.
You're mistaken.
It is you who must prove yourselves to me.
Our community is under attack. I require soldiers.
I need warriors, not cowards.
Each of you has a decision to make.
You either fight alongside me
or you leave... now.
[Murmuring]
We don't owe you anything.
If staying in the quarter means living under your rule,
I'd just as soon get the hell out.
Marcel: I got to admit,
I thought you'd lose a lot more guys than that.
Well, good riddance to them, I say.
We've no room for slackers of cowards
in our kingdom.
Now that you've regained your composure,
let's move on to the next item
of business, shall we,
with a little help from our dear friend Sophie.
I got no reason to help you,
and I sure as hell don't have a reason to help him.
Klaus: Now, now, don't be difficult, luv.
You'll only live as long as you're of use to me,
and right now, your best use is to explain
why a witch I killed 100 years ago
has come back for revenge.
Sophie: Come on.
Resurrected witches with vast power?
It's the harvest.
4 girls were meant to die and be reborn.
I don't know how,
but someone jacked that power,
and they used it to bring back 4 witches,
just not the right ones.
So there's still a chance.
If we can get that power back, we can save Davina.
Let's concentrate
on the immediate problem, shall we?
Papa Tunde wants revenge.
He'll continue to attack us,
channeling power from the vampires he sacrifices.
He kills, he grows more dangerous.
So how do I end him?
He needs sacrifices to gain power.
Hmm.
You keep him from killing any more nightwalkers,
that's a start.
Unless... he finds the one place
with a load of vampires ready to be sacrificed.
[Music playing]
Is it done?
This blade now contains all the power
I harvested from the vampires.
It will do things worse than death,
even to an original.
And are you ready for the final offering?
In the name of the witches of the french quarter,
it is my honor.
Thank you, Papa Tunde.
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