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Previously on The Originals...
I don't go free until we make

a weapon that
can kill Marcel.

And since I am on
the most-wanted list

of every psycho who
wants your family dead,

I guess I'm Team Mikaelson,
whether I like it or not.

ZEALOT: You freed it, Vincent.
You gave it breath.

And now it must be fed.

(screaming)

I had a bad dream.
You're safe.

VINCENT: I saw something today,
and it's something that

I've seen before.
This city is in danger.

It means the Hollow.
The Hollow is coming.

The Hollow wants power.

The kind that only comes
from sacrifice.

VINCENT: This thing is dark,
it's angry, it's very powerful.

Everything that you want
to keep buried-- it's going to

use that and make you do exactly
what it wants you to do.

They wanted us here.

They want to channel your power

and anchor the Hollow
to the living world.

LARA:
It will feed...

and it will rise.

(screaming)

It's here.

The Hollow.

(panting)

It's here.

♪

(men shouting in distance)

(horse neighs in distance)

(swords clanging)

(man screams)

♪

(grunting, gurgling)

Please.

Please!

Help me. Please.

(footsteps approaching)

Please. No.

(sword unsheathes)
No!

No! Please!
(yells)

You would show mercy
to an enemy?!

A fiend

who plotted to raid our home?

(panting)

Mercy... is for the weak,

Niklaus.

You...

Look at you, boy.

You are pathetic.

If you are determined

to prove yourself a weakling,
I should cast you out!

Better your brothers
not be exposed to a coward!

(gasps softly)

♪

(door creaks)

(muffled, indistinct whispering)

♪

♪ Well, how long?

♪ Baby, how long?

You didn't come back
to your place last night.

What's going on?

I just spent the last six hours
going to every palm reader,

exorcist and witch doctor
I know.

Now, they all say I'm fine,

but ever since the bayou,
something is off.

What do you mean "off"?

The mirror cracked
in the exact shape

of the sigil we've
seen all over town.

We killed witches
who follow that.

They tried to anchor it
to our world.

Now I think...

I think it's anchored to me.

Then you need a witch.

A good one.
I know someone.

Yeah, I need
a New Orleans witch.

Vincent has a history
with this thing,

and this thing did
just kill his friend,

so I think he'll help me.

And in the meantime,
I'm supposed to do what?

Cross my fingers and hope
you're not possessed?

That's not gonna
happen to me.

Good.

'Cause I'm not letting you out
of my sight until you're cured.

KLAUS:
Hope?

Hope?

(echoing):
Today you will die

at the hands of Marcel,

unless you kill
your enemy first.

HOPE:
Dad?

We're ready to go.
Aren't you coming?

KLAUS: You need to go
to the bayou without me.

Why?
Take Hope.

I'll be right
behind you.
Why?

My daughter nearly died.

I have to make sure the
threat to her is over.

Not without me you cannot.

Brother, Marcel loathes you
most of all.

Freya will help me here.

I need to know

my child is safe.

You and Hayley can assure that.

♪

(gasps softly)

(sighs)

Mm.

Is this for me?

Oh, sweet angel of mercy.

Mmm. This almost makes up
for the whole kidnapping thing.

Oh, let's not forget, that whole
kidnapping thing kept you alive.

As for the coffee, it's
the least I could do,

considering you helped us
make our breakthrough.

The last I remember

was... you saying
you figured it out,

and then we started

drinking tequila like water.

So how am I borderline comatose,
and you're Little Miss Sunshine?

Because of this:
hangover cure.

Thousand years old.

Also, because...

mission accomplished.

Do you really think
that weapon could kill Marcel?

It took some time,
my blood, Esther's magic,

Marcel's venom
and the ashes of Lucien Castle.

Combined, it will be
powerful enough to kill him.

So, we're done, then?

Yeah, I go back to my life,
you go back to yours?

Yeah.

A deal's a deal.

Hey, look, don't look
so disappointed.

I mean, this wasn't
exactly built

to be a long-term friendship.

I guess this is good-bye.

Like you said,
mission accomplished.

Okay. So, I'll see you.

Okay.

(phone chimes)

Vincent, it's me, again.

We were supposed
to meet an hour ago.

All right, call me back
as soon as you get this.

This is absurd.
I'm calling my guy.

All right, whoever you are,

this is the wrong day
to be playing games.

Elijah.

What are you
doing here?

Did you not learn your lesson
the last time I put you down?

Does this bravado help
to relieve your pathetic fear?

Oh, you think
I'm afraid of you?

Terrified.

I put you down twice before.

Maybe the third time's
the charm.

The spirit I have seen
may be the devil,

and the devil hath power
to assume a pleasing shape.

Do you not recall

your Shakespeare,
Marcellus?

The ghost which appeared
to Hamlet.

And then, of course...

unrelenting tragedy.

You're not Elijah.

(ship horn blows)

Tell me again what
happened at this ritual.

I fought evil,
and I saved children.

I should be given a medal.

Instead, I've been infected
by some depraved ghost.

Well, I know

purging spells
and cleansing rituals,

so I can fix this.

In the meantime,
have you considered

that you're not
the only one infected?

Marcel was exposed, as well.

In your visions, our father's
goading you to kill your enemy.

If Marcel has seen
something similar...

Then we're all
on the chopping block.

I need to
purify you both.

No! Not yet.

If the Hollow can look into me,
then I can look back at it,

find out what it is,
what it wants.

It's too dangerous, Klaus.

This thing came after Hope.

Fine.

I'll give you an hour.

And something else.

The means to kill the
unkillable king of New Orleans.

If Marcel comes
after you, use this.

Oh. You're mad I kept
a secret from you?

Fine.

Chastise me once you've
made it through the day.

HAYLEY:
I do miss it out here.

ELIJAH: Yeah, looks like
you're not alone.

You know, we could be
happy out here.

I think you might
stand out in that suit.

Well, I was thinking jeans,
shorts and flip flops.

I want to build a life
with you, Elijah.

With Hope.

I want us to be happy.

So we do that.

Together.

In jean shorts.

(knocking on door)

HOPE: Grandma Mary!
MARY: Well, hello, sweetheart.

Oh, my girl. Oh.

HOPE:
I picked you some flowers.

Honey darling,
why don't you run on inside.

I need to talk to your mama.

Didn't know
you were bringing him.

Mary, come on.

Vampires aren't welcome.

You're the exception.

Rules of the house.

I'll leave you two.

Seriously?

You know how I feel.

Our kind winds up dead
when they're around.

Yesterday, we lost Lara.

I wake up to hear there's been

some kind of occult massacre
in the woods.

Let me guess--

Mikaelsons are involved.

That's why I'm here.

I want to talk about what really
caused that massacre last night.

So young.

And taken before her time.

While those immortal tyrants
continue to wander free.

What is this?

Evil spirit appears to me
as the guy I hate, for what?

Huh? To scare me?

If this is all
in my head,

I could just as easily
wish your ass away.

Your wishes won't
bring back the dead.

Nor will they grant you solace.

Let's not forget,
Elijah killed you as well.

Can you close your eyes
and wish that away?

I betrayed you without
a second thought.

Give in to your desire.

Seize your revenge.

Why not start with me?

What do you get
out of me killing Klaus?

Is this just a game?

It is a game.
And it's rather fun.

You are here to
deliver a sacrifice.

Either Klaus or you.

Two powerful souls,

both fighting to the death.

Now, doesn't that
sound wonderful?

(grunts)
Marcel! Hey!

Hey. Hey, it's me.

(panting)

I knew this was bad.

I have a witch on the way.

You're coming
with me.

We're gonna fix you.

(saxophone playing jazz music,
crowd chattering)

♪

Help me.

Please. Help me.

MIKAEL (echoing):
Mercy is for the weak!

I assumed you'd run.

Like the pathetic,
sniveling coward that you are.

And I assume I have
the misfortune

of addressing the, uh...

What was your name?

The inept?

The vacant?

The Hollow. Yes.

You address no one.

I am not here.

(whispers):
I'm only in your head.

I can see your worst fear:

the father that you loathed,
the terror that this is

how your daughter
may one day perceive you.

A depraved demon
sputtering psychoanalysis?

Perhaps you speak
from personal experience.

Do you come from a broken home?

Daddy drank?

Mommy never loved you?

You seem to think Marcel
will kill me today.

But he's had five
years to do that.

He didn't do it then.
He won't do it now.

I, however, have long
had the will to end him.

Now I have the weapon.

Eager boy.

You have shown that you have
a talent for brutality.

But can you summon
that same beast

to do what is necessary today?

When your once-beloved son
comes to finish you,

will you kill him?

Or die a coward?

Let's find out, shall we?

(brass band playing
lively jazz music)

Forget something?

Yeah. My Hippocratic oath.

I was halfway
to the bus station,

and I realized
that you're here alone,

Marcel is still alive,

and I'm bailing on you.

And, all things considered,

you did cure me
of my curse, so...

let's see this thing through.

Well,

I appreciate that,
but, um, as usual,

I'm in the middle
of a family crisis.

What'd they get into now?

Last night, Klaus was
infected by dark magic,

unlike any I've ever seen.

This totem

represents that power,
and the only way to figure out

how to heal him
is to channel it,

which will give it
access to me.

That sounds safe.

Okay, look, not to tell you
how to handle your sorcery,

but you haven't
slept in days,

you're dehydrated, stressed.

I don't have a choice.

Okay. Then let me help.

That's what friends do, right?

All we know is

this cult wanted
to sacrifice children.

Somehow Lara
got caught up in it,

and when she tried to get out,
she couldn't,

and she killed herself.

Doesn't make sense.

Someone is recruiting
Crescents into a cult?

That's what I need you
to look out for, Mary--

anything strange.

These people obsess
over specific imagery.

It's a... serpent

eating its own tail.

What'd you say?

A serpent. Like a... dragon.

When Hope was affected,
she drew some.

Here.

There's something
you need to see.

MARCEL (quietly): This guy,
Dominic-- you trust him?

Loyalty is good
for business,

and I give him
a lot of business.

This spirit-- it's ancient.

It ebbs and flows like the tide,
feeding and sleeping.

So, it's awake,

and I'm lunch.

Well, it wants power.

You're powerful.

Right now it's stuck,

caught between
the world of the living

and... wherever it was trapped.

Was trapped?

It broke free.

Some time ago,
there must have been

a massive release of energy.

The Ancestral Realm.

When Vincent blew the link,
he must've set it free.

How do we get this thing
off Marcel?

Purification could work.

Unless it comes back.

Best bet, you'll have to send
this thing back to sleep.

See, spirits are just
another form of power.

They can be channeled,
deflected, blocked.

These beads
keep me safe.

They prevent any and all spirits
from infecting my head.

I could purify some for you,

adjust them to your
condition, of course.

Yeah, all right, let's do it.

But to sever the spirit's link,

you're gonna
have to bury the beads

at the root
of this creature's power.

Well, how do I do that?

Is there any place that it has
manifested itself before?

Vincent mentioned
an abandoned house.

This thing lured kids there,
attacked them, attacked Vincent.

SOFYA:
All right,

then let's end this.
All right.

I'll get started.

I can't let you
come with me.

I got to do this alone.

I don't take orders from you.

Please stay here.

So I know you're safe.

(sighs)

KLAUS: You know your way around,
don't you?

New Orleans native,
I take it?

I wonder, were you buried
somewhere in the vicinity?

Perhaps someone
disturbed your tomb.

Is that why you're
such an angry ghost?

You don't intend
to kill Marcel, do you?

Your father was right.

You are a coward.

Because of you,
he's lost everyone he loved.

And now, due to

your pathetic fear of Marcel,
you will suffer the same fate.

More meaningless threats.

Is that the extent
of your power?

I remain underwhelmed.

You think I'm powerless?

(screams)

I can make you see and feel
whatever I like.

Do your worst.

I know the truth.

The white oak is gone,
Mikael is dead,

and you are nothing more
than a bad dream.

Well, then maybe I'll find my
way into your daughter's dreams.

What fun

it will be to be

in her head.

Ruthless. Nicely done.

(neck cracks)

(choking, gagging)

(blood spilling)

(panting)

Imagine if I made you kill
someone you cared about.

Maybe I already have.

Oh, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no.

Freya...

Next time, it might
even be Hope.

No!

Even if you
could resist,

who will stop Marcel?

After all,
I'm having my fun with him.

And I will make him

tear through your family
like you have these people.

Now,

you only have the one choice,
boy.

Kill Marcel...

...or he will kill you
and everyone you love.

(birds chirping)

(sighs)

This journal belonged
to Mary's husband.

He filled it
in the months before he died.

Most of it's
revolutionist garbage--

plots for an uprising--

but there's stuff
about my parents in there.

What does he say about them?

Ramblings about

how they were traitors
for dealing with vampires.

You can see his writing
deteriorate as his thoughts.

In the end, he can't even form
a coherent sentence.

Elijah, I think the Hollow made
Mary's husband kill my parents.

(sniffles, exhales)

FREYA:
Klaus, I was worried.

Freya, stay back.

What's wrong?

I don't want to hurt you.

But I can't trust myself.

(scoffs) I trust you...

I said stay back!

I've underestimated our foe.

The Hollow is more powerful
than I thought.

It made me see things

and do things.

(shouts)

I can feel it in my head.

Then let me purify you.

Okay?

(exhales)

Reinigen monde tavo

veneno.

Reinigen monde
tavo ven...

It's burrowed too deep.

But I know what it wants.

For me to kill Marcel.

Or for him to kill me.

Klaus, if this thing
is demanding a blood sacrifice,

if it's you or Marcel...

...don't let it be you.

Hunt down Marcel and end this.

Don't follow me.

KEELIN:
You never stop, do you?

Just, every day you do a spell,
vanquish some evil,

do another spell,
rinse and repeat.

I have hobbies.

For instance, I collect
the ashes of my enemies.

My point is that even during

my most traumatic hospital
rotations, I'd make time.

Ten minutes, one minute,
whatever I could steal,

to go up to the roof, look up
at the sky, and just breathe.

Remind myself that
there was a whole world

away from the
madness of the E.R.

(sighs) I'll-I'll care a
lot more about that world

once I know my
brother's safe.

Anything strange happens...

just wake me up, okay?

Okay.

(exhales)

Din montre otimo sekre.

Din montre
otimo sekre.

Din montre otimo sekre.

Din montre
otimo sekre.

Din montre otimo sekre.

Din montre
otimo sekre.

This is officially strange.

Din montre
otimo sekre.

Din montre...

(whooshing)

Freya.

Freya.

Damn it, Freya!

(grunts)

Hey. You okay?

(panting)

It wants Klaus and Marcel
to kill each other.

And when they die, it will
absorb their power, and then...

we'll never be able to stop it.

Hello, Marcel.

(door creaks, slams loudly)

Seems neither of us is to leave
until one of us dies.

I know you're seeing things,
Klaus.

But I have a way to fix that
for both of us.

And I'm to take your word
for it, am I?

Oh, don't be stupid.
You can't beat me.

Oh, but I can.

You see,

courtesy of
my dear sister.

Now you're not
so unkillable after all.

♪

You can't just take off.

That thing is forcing my brother
into a sacrificial bloodbath.

Freya, you're bleeding.

Oh...
You need stitches.

It'll have to wait.
You're not gonna

do your brother any good
if you have head trauma.

At least let me go with you.

I am not useless in a fight.

I can control
my form.
Hey.

I can take care of myself, okay?

Trust me.

(birds chirping)

Growing up,
I never belonged anywhere.

Not in school.

Not in foster care.

I always thought
if I could find my parents,

I'd finally belong somewhere.

You do belong somewhere.

I did terrible things
to find my family, Elijah.

And when I did,
they were already dead.

And now I find out that the same
people who killed them are...

the ones who hurt Hope.

Listen to me.

I will not let anything
happen to you.

Do you understand?

(phone vibrating)

(beep)

What is it?
FREYA: You need to come back

to the city,
or Marcel's going to kill Klaus.

Of course. You say our feud
is over, but you're off

building a weapon
that can kill me.

Well, I wouldn't need it
if I knew you could be trusted!

Well, trust me now
and we both get to live!

How can you trust yourself?

Spelled beads keep me safe
from this damn thing.

I bury these here
and we're done, all right?

No need to fight.

He hopes to lower your
guard with his lies.

Then he will
wrench the dagger

out of your hand.

Don't be a fool.

I am no fool.

(grunts)

(grunts)

(panting)

Repo oma dal most.

Repo oma dal most.
Repo oma dal most.

Damn it, Klaus, I
didn't come to fight.

All right? Put the weapon down.

My family won't be safe
unless you're put down!

Repo oma dal most.
Repo oma dal most.

(panting)

HOLLOW ELIJAH:
End this.

There is no other way.

(grunts)

Need a hand?

Repo oma dal most.

(door rattling)
Repo oma dal most.

Repo oma dal most.

Repo oma dal most.

Repo...

(grunts, pants)

(groans)

Repo oma dal most.

Repo oma dal most.

Repo oma dal most.
Repo oma dal most.

(groaning)

I should've killed you
when I had the chance.

Your mistake.

(grunting)

Fight, you coward,

or today will be
your daughter's last.

(grunts)

I won't let you hurt my child.

Do it now, or forever be
a servant to the Mikaelsons.

(grunts)

I'm not this thing's puppet.

And neither are you.
All right, we cannot give it

what it wants.

Someone will.

Kill your son, Klaus.

Otherwise,
I will find a way

to control him, and Hope
will never be safe.

(neck cracks)

(panting)

MIKAEL:
Mercy... is for the weak!

(muffled, indistinct whispering)

Leave my family alone!

(bottle shatters)

(high-pitched squealing)

(gasping)

(squealing pulses)

(squealing stops)

I prefer my mind remain
unaltered for the time being.

Weird.

I feel the exact opposite.

FREYA:
Rest easy, brother.

My spells have Marcel
bound and cloaked.

Even more, I can find no trace

of the Hollow's magic
in either of you.

So where has it gone?
It's a ghost.

It could be anywhere;
and since we know

that it still wants
to sacrifice someone powerful,

we have to be prepared.

I think I'll hold on
to it for now.

This wasn't a gift.

Today proved
Marcel's a threat,

whether used as a sacrifice
or possessed.

Regardless...

What good is having a weapon
if you won't use it?

Niklaus, give it to her.

Having a monopoly of power
makes you a target, sister.

Remember that.

(grasps dagger)

You think I
spared Marcel

out of some mawkish
sentimentality.

The Hollow wanted
both of us dead.

Killing him would have given it
what it wanted.

Mercy was necessary. That's all.

(crickets chirping)

Don't do that.

Do what?

Blame yourself.

You think that

if you'd stopped
your husband, I...

would have had a better life.

No one deserves
what you've been through.

It's because of what I've
been through that I have her.

She is a Mikaelson
and I am a Marshall, but...

we're both still Labonairs.

Mary, Jackson said that tragedy

always followed
my family around--

executions,
people dying in floods, fires,

or just vanishing.

What if the Hollow
is behind those deaths, too?

And if it went after
the Labonairs before...

what if it wants to finish
what it started.

(sighs)

(gasps softly)

Ooh.

The mighty Freya Mikaelson
felled by antiseptic.

(chuckles)

Keelin...

thank you.

♪

Is that gratitude?

From the Viking witch
who spends her days

channeling evil spirits
to save vampire brothers?

Yeah, you got a concussion.

Sometimes...

I'm forced to do things
that I... regret.

And...

for what I did to you...

(chuckles softly)

Sorry.

I get it.

At the end of the day,
what you did was for family.

And if mine were still
alive, I'd do the same.

Just don't ever
mess with me again.

(laughs)

♪ You took all of

♪ You took all of my faith

♪ And there's no sense here... ♪

Did you come to gloat?

Five years ago, I was forced
to make a decision:

take your life...

or lose everything.

Yeah, I know. I was there.

Niklaus was faced

with a similar decision today.

And here you are.

And here I am.

Excuse me if I don't
express my gratitude.

He's changing.

Oh, really?

He put me in the same place
that I kept him.

That's revenge.

So... same old Klaus.

♪ Black bliss for comfort...

Well...

I would say that he would
describe this as strategy.

You and I,

we both know
he's always regarded you

as something of a son.

So did I, once upon a time.

In fact, I used to believe

that you were the key
to my brother's redemption.

Redemption?

He's never gonna change.

Not even for his own daughter.

Oh, he already has.

She has changed him.

You, Marcellus,
you are not needed,

welcome or wanted.

You have only been spared
purely because you are

my brother's greatest weakness.

And I cannot show

any mercy to anyone
who would demonstrate threat

towards this family.

And if indeed you should prevent

the redemption
of the cruel,

the wicked,
the vindictive

Niklaus Mikaelson...

(whispers):
...I promise you...

I will deliver
another kind of nightmare.

(door creaks, slams)

Sweet dreams, Marcellus.

Elijah. Elijah.

Elijah!

You lied to me.

I wanted Klaus dead.
We had a deal.

Marcel getting taken

was not part of it.

I should kill you.
You could.

But then you'll never get
what you want.

Marcel's blood
was spilled today.

As he is the only one
who can kill an Original...

...the Hollow has received
this offering

and given us a gift in return.

A single scratch

from that thorn
will kill an Original.

And we both get what we want.

You want a blood sacrifice for
your dead witch, I don't care.

All I want is my revenge.