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- Previously on The Originals...
- When the spell is over,

you got to get away from each other,

and you have to stay away from Hope.

So the evil is separated for all time.

A powerful seer prophesied destruction.

"And thou shall know the signs

of blood from water,
vipers from the rivers."

"Fire across the water,

monsoons from the sea.

The death of all Firstborns."

- Freya, me.
- Hope.

This is the last time we can do this.

I'm gonna fix this for us.

We have to save always and forever.

- I'd really like your help.
- Anything you need.

- He let Hayley die!
- She thought Elijah

was there for her, but he wasn't.

This is revenge.

I'm taking great pleasure

knowing she'll suffer.

For a cure for Klaus's bite,
he wants to make a deal.

Are you ready? Open the red door.

Remember your family.

Remember Hayley!

Why isn't he waking up?

What the hell just happened?

You better hope that he wakes up

in time to get you this.

There's no way out.

We're trapped here.

In New Orleans, bodies cannot be buried.

Instead, in boxes above the ground,

the dead cluster together.

When a man passes on,

his family tomb is cracked open.

Old bones are shoved aside to
make room for fresh remains.

Bloodlines rot, entangled.

The houses are that way, too.

Layer upon layer of peeling paint,

hiding little tragedies.

Scorch marks from the fires.

Waterlines on wallpaper.

These are the tombs of the living,

where we rot alongside
memories of our dead.

Crowded with people we have failed

and those who have failed us,

we are forced to struggle
with those we love.

Every last exit is sealed.

If you're thinking about jumping, don't.

I already tried it.

I landed in the world's
most pretentious wine cellar.

You sorted it by vintage.

You don't remember, do you?

I thought Marcel was intent
on retrieving your memories.

He was. He failed.

I still remember absolutely nothing,

and Antoinette is dying.

Is she? Right. Yes. I'd forgotten.

What the hell are we doing
here? What is this place?

This is dangerous, you
and I here together.

We're not actually
here together, are we?

Not physically, at least.

It's called a Chambre de Chasse.

It's a magical mental prison
designed to resemble our home.

But don't worry.

There's always a way
out... A game or a riddle.

How do we solve this riddle?

We don't do anything.

We're square, you and I.

You got Hayley killed,

and Antoinette will die because of me.

I would hate to upset
that delicate balance.

So I'm gonna find my way
out, and you're on your own.

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Who's there?

Show yourself!

Oh, Nik.

Always so dramatic.

Rebekah.

Bloody hell.

My least favorite recurring nightmare.

I was in Corsica, drowning
my sorrows about Hayley,

and I suddenly dropped.

What I wouldn't give
to spend just a decade

without being dragged into a
godforsaken Chambre de Chasse.

Suppose you were in a board meeting.

I was waiting for my wife
to come home from work.

Once again, ripped from
complete contentment for... this.

Suppose I'll ask the obvious:

piss off any witches lately?

Actually, my current enemies
are a group of hatemongers

who see myself and my
daughter as abominations

to the vampire race.

The bigoted undead.

That's new. They must
have a witch-for-hire.

A witch that's spent enough time here

to replicate every detail.

This is Elijah's prized Cheval Blanc.

The culprit may be closer to home.

A witch who knows the compound well

and who doesn't trust you
to stay away from Elijah.

Someone who would risk

everything to save New
Orleans from plagues.

Vincent.

On the bright side,
he'd never harm Hope.

You, on the other hand,
I expect he'll be shipping

your bodies to the four
corners of the world.

All of our bodies?

He isn't here, is he?

He is.

I think I might have just
found a way out of here.

This wasn't here before. What is it?

It's representational magic.

I expect there are
keys, one for each of us,

hidden somewhere meaningful.

Somewhere connected to who we are.

And for those of us who
don't remember who we are?

I'll give Antoinette your regards.

Door won't open unless all
five locks are released.

The only way out is together.

Elijah,

if we're to get through
this without bloodshed,

I recommend that you go
to the corner of the house

furthest from Nik.

Come on. Follow me.

Split up.

We need to turn this place upside down.

I only just promised
my grieving daughter

I wouldn't abandon her again.

I can't be stuck here.

Ominous weather.

That's an indication of
what's actually happening

in New Orleans.

Hope and Klaus are in the same city.

The resulting consequence
is leaking into this reality.

Here, this might jog your memory.

This is all the junk

you deemed as worthy of preserving.

Ring any bells?

You know, Klaus came to
visit me at my bar in France.

Rebekah, too. You didn't.

You and I have never
really had much in common

besides our dashing good looks.

And you and Freya more or
less murdered my wife, so...

I'm...

The journals.

They may contain information
about what represents you,

somewhere amongst the martyrdom
and self-righteousness.

Wait.

Did I ever apologize
to you for what I did?

In your peculiar way, I suppose.

Look, what matters is
that I got her back.

Not everybody is so lucky.

This is your family's house?

What the hell happened here?

A battle, obviously. They lost, I won.

The world is right again.

Why don't you find a bedroom.

Preferably one that
hasn't been contaminated

by Marcel's miscreant pests.

I'm not staying here.

This isn't a home.

This-this is a war zone.

You see that crest?

My heir belongs here.

What you want is of no consequence.

Klaus, I can be your hostage,

or we can try and be better than that.

For our child.

We can try and make her feel safe.

I'll have someone clean this up.

Why don't you take Kol's room.

It has a fireplace.

Klaus.

I want to believe that this
baby means something to you.

I want to believe in you.

Don't let us down.

Nik, it's done.

I think we've established that
there's no key in the crest.

The thing was a relic anyway.

Marcel.

Damn it!

I got to go now.

Hey!

What game is Vincent playing?

Oh, this has nothing to do with Vincent.

We got to get out of here.
The city is about to wash away.

She's out of her damn mind.

Who, Marcel?! Who put you here?!

It was Hope. Hope is
responsible for all of this.

Ivy was telling Vincent and me

all about the latest prophecy
when a hurricane showed up

off the coast out of nowhere.

A monsoon from the water
is the final curse before

the Firstborns die.

I went to go find you guys.

Hope was at St. Anne's.

She had Klaus and Elijah's
bodies laid out on the floor.

She's gathering up all of
you to take back the power

that's been split up inside of you.

She can't do that.

It'll destroy her. That
was the whole point.

She threw me in here
when I tried to stop her.

I can't leave until
you guys find your keys.

Well, she can't find my body.

It's halfway across the world.

She has help.

I created hybrids with her
blood, they're sired to her.

They'll do anything she asks.

She'll take the power back.

She'll end the curses, she'll
keep the firstborns safe,

and then my daughter as we know her

will be forever lost to darkness.

What was my relationship
like with your daughter?

The irony of you expressing
interest in family...

Listen, I got nothing to go on here.

You help me, we all get out of here.

The day she was born, you gave her this.

She needs a name, Hayley.

Zoe?

Caitlin?

Katherine?

God, no.

I never knew I could
love something so much.

It honestly feels...

awful.

Like it might kill me.

It nearly did.

I'm sorry the beginning
of her life was so violent.

It's not your fault, Klaus.

I know that you fought for us.

You know, when Elijah
thought you were dead,

he said we'd lost our
family's only hope.

"Hope."

Hope Mikaelson.

Hope Andrea Mikaelson.

You gave her her name.

You got something against literature?

Well, these are the collective
works of William Shakespeare.

Love, power, betrayal.

How to thrive in the Mikaelson clan 101.

Davina and I sent these to
Hope on her ninth birthday.

How is Davina?

You know, she doesn't
call much these days.

Well, that's how normal families work.

You learn what you can,
and then you grow up.

Join a cult, start a
rock band, find love,

make your own family.

Hmm. Doesn't that fly in the
face of "always and forever"?

You know, to think I spent
a thousand years dying

to be a part of that vow.

What changed?

I met a girl.

Voilà.

Four more keys to go.

Why would your book of
plays be in the music room?

Kids are messy?

Yeah, but this room
doesn't even exist anymore.

There was a storm.

Everything was damaged. That
was at least a century ago.

Hope's never even seen this room.

It doesn't feel real yet.

I guess I've always been jealous of her.

I was jealous when I saw her with Hope.

I was jealous when she got married.

I guess I'm even
jealous that she's dead.

Wow, that's morbid.

Freya, I'm trying to sort out a puzzle.

A Chambre de Chasse of this
size would be constructed

from the depth of memory, right?

But there's a room here

that hasn't existed for a century.

And Hope would've never seen it.

Oh, that's impossible.

Wiped out by a storm.

The music room.

Oh, I brought you there

during the 1914 Christmas party,

where we drank, Marcel
played "Carol of the Bells,"

Niklaus stabbed me in the heart.

You remember.

Kol.

Freya, what have you done?

Hope asked for my help.

So you decided to lend a
hand in her destruction?

The plagues are nearing their end.

All it would take is one
more meeting between you

to end it all, something
needed to be done.

I was leaving New Orleans
when you struck me down.

Who's to say you wouldn't be weak again?

Test the limits to lay your eyes
on Hope, as you did with Elijah?

Don't put this on me!

I was trying to protect her.

Perhaps I was wrong
to have faith in you.

Maybe your obligations to family were

infringed upon by other plans.
Keelin's back, isn't she?

Stop it, Klaus.

I have sacrificed
everything for you, for Hope.

I understand that you
were trying to protect her,

but that is not what
she needs right now.

I'm her father.

I decide what she needs
and what she doesn't.

Do you?

Because while you were gone,
I was here, with Hayley.

Hope did everything
we ever asked of her.

The one time she acted out, it
was because she missed her dad.

You want to see what she does

with a lifetime of
missing both her parents?

We have to let her make her own choices.

She's a child.

Her childhood ended three days ago,

when she lost her mother.

And as long as that magic
is inside of you, Klaus,

she's as good as orphaned.

Look, we've all done dangerous things

for family, and we've
seen each other through it.

Now it's her turn.

Freya.

You have to stop her.

No.

I was avoiding you.

Look, I got to ask.

How come your pain-in-the-ass
brother Kol can be happy

with someone he loves, but you can't?

Can this conversation please wait?

Till when?

I mean, tomorrow you'll be gone
or the world will be on fire.

The world is on fire, Marcel.

Right now, I just...

I need to find this key.

Uh, Hope's a teenager with secrets.

She knows all the good hiding places.

You remember when this
room used to be yours?

And I was a lovestruck
idiot, writing you letters?

You hid them where
Klaus wouldn't find them,

but I would.

Thank God.

You know, I used to think I
could choose when to love you.

You'd leave, and then I'd fall
back into the arms of this city.

Every time.

But that's not working anymore.

I love you, Rebekah.

I always have and I always will.

The least you could do
is tell me why you left me

standing alone at city hall.

Why would you want to
be loved by me, Marcel?

My family is cursed.

Oh, bull. Look, I'm not Hayley
and I'm not Cami, all right?

I'm not gonna die on you.

I'm not worried I'm gonna kill you.

There are far worse ways
that I could destroy you.

Oh, I know.

You're doing a pretty
good job of it right now.

_

Who knew that an
11-year-old's birthday party

would be so exhausting?

Oh, she, uh, she really
liked the bike you got her.

Well, she doesn't need
to know where it's from.

Look, I can't fix this

if I don't know why
you two aren't speaking.

Well, that's actually why I'm calling.

We no longer need to continue
having these little chats.

You've done a fine job with her.

And I trust you'll
continue to do as such.

Since when do Mikaelsons
bail on each other?

You're not a Mikaelson.

You've escaped us, Hayley.

For God's sake, take the win.

I'm not giving up on you, Klaus.

Kol and I already searched this room,

unless you're just here for
the trip down memory lane.

There is no memory lane.

That's what I'm told.

Though I find it very hard to believe,

considering Vincent finished the spell.

Maybe Vincent should
find himself a new hobby,

'cause clearly this witchcraft
thing isn't working out for him.

Either that, or
whatever meddling you did

fried my brain.

You don't remember teaching me

how to play the piano in this room?

Or welcoming me home

from the war, in the courtyard?

How about exiling me from
the city that I built?

Or ripping my heart out,

before dropping my body off a bridge?

No. Well, I guess if I were you,

I wouldn't want to remember either.

What are you suggesting here, Marcellus?

"Marcellus."

I guess something in your
memory is working after all.

What are you burning?

Ancient history.

You know, you're all the same.

You setting fire to your guilt,

Rebekah pretending she doesn't love me,

and Elijah...

...lying about his memories.

What do you mean?

He just called me "Marcellus."

Things are creeping in,
only nothing of substance,

nothing that hurts.

If Elijah doesn't know who he
is, it's not because of magic.

It's because he doesn't
want to remember.

Well, now he's gonna have to,

if he wants to save
his girlfriend's life.

All right, Hope, where
did you put his key?

You've been lying to us all day.

You remember everything.

I remember nothing.

For all I know, I was born
at a bus stop seven years ago.

Lie.

Why would I lie?

I want out of here as bad as you.

- What's going on?
- Our brother has been deliberately

repressing his memories
to keep us trapped here.

I am not your brother!

And I didn't ask for any of this.

You most certainly did.

It's not like you held a family vote

before you decided to erase all of us.

You ever consider the possibility

that perhaps you don't
even want me back?

I mean, it seems to
me that I make you all

incredibly miserable.

We all make each other miserable.

But through it all, we are
family, and we made a vow.

Always and forever.

I made another vow!

And the woman that I pledged

my life to is out
there, and she is dying.

So, if you believe in any way
that-that I am your family,

then I'm begging you...
I'm begging you... help me.

When Vincent and Marcel were
recovering your memories,

what did you see?

A white corridor.

A long white corridor with a red door.

That's where you hide the things
you don't want to remember.

You've been doing it
for a thousand years.

Then what happened?

I tried to open the door.

The handle was on fire.
It was a searing heat.

I mean, I've been in broad
daylight without my ring,

and I've never, ever
experienced any heat like it.

So you know how it feels

to have your flesh melt from your bones,

have your insides turned to lava.

Because that pain is the
last thing Hayley knew.

No swift and painless death for her.

Just raw fire!

It's true.

And that is what's behind your door:

the truth about what you
did to the woman you love.

The woman I love is Antoinette.

How can Antoinette possibly
hold a candle to Hayley,

to the way that you felt about her?

You loved her.

I mean, did I? Did I really?

Are you sure that my
feelings weren't simply

the product of my ridiculous
crusade to try and save you?

Any excuse whatsoever

just to maintain that
pathetic entanglement...

of always and forever.

The storm's escalating.
We're running out of time.

We're wasting it rehashing ten centuries

of separation anxiety, and none of this

has anything to do with our vow.

It has everything to do with our vow.

Why do you think we never
tore Elijah and Hayley apart?

You knew that Hayley would
stay close because of Hope,

and as long as Elijah
was in love with Hayley,

he would never leave you, either.

But he did leave!

Elijah was always there for me.

Swooping in

when my rage got the better of me,

setting me on a path to redemption.

For a thousand years,
he made me need him.

My brother was my greatest ally.

He was the only one

who could give me a chance
of being worthy of Hope.

And he was my best friend.

You killed him.

And I hate you for that.

Hope's taking the power from us.

There's no stopping it.

It's too late.

Oh...

Great.

Rebekah.

Elijah's key, I got it.

How did you find it?

Well...

Cole's key was in As You Like It.

Act one, scene three.

"Now go we in content to liberty,

not banishment."

Hope knows you can't stay.
She's setting you free.

Rebekah, she put yours on the
necklace that you gave her,

hidden somewhere safe and secret.

Just like I hid her when she was a baby.

Klaus found his in letters
Hayley wrote to him about Hope.

Get on with it.

Elijah has been a lot of
things to me over the years.

After you ripped my heart out,

all you represent to me is death.

After what happened to Hayley,

Hope sees you the same way.

Your key was in a
coffin, in the dungeon.

Come on.

Let's be done with my
daughter's maze of metaphors.

Oh, bloody hell.

Now we're in Elijah's mental maze.

Of all the hells I've had to endure...

The door.

What is this, Hope's revenge?

Imprison me till I
reclaim all of my memories,

forcing me to accept
accountability for all of this?

Well,

as much as I love a cherry
on top of a scheme...

...I have somewhere else to be.

Nik, we can't just leave him here.

He can find his own way out.

We made a vow.

I made a vow to my brother.

That's just the man who
got Hope's mother killed.

I thought the same thing about you once.

Do you remember our mother?

Before all of the turmoil? Because I do.

I remember when she would
put flowers in my braid,

and I remember when she would
sing to us in the morning.

And then you killed her.

Why are you bringing this up now?

Because we are capable
of doing terrible things,

but we are also capable of forgiveness.

It's just a door, Elijah! Open it!

Go on, Rebekah.

We'll be right behind you, both of us.

You killed my brother

when you let Hayley die.

Because despite what you
might think, you did love her.

Not 'cause of some family
obsession, because of her.

Because she believed in something better

for all of us.

And because she fought
for it when we couldn't.

Come on.

I don't know who you'll be on
the other side of that door,

but I know that you can't open it alone.

You need me.

Elijah.

There's enough here to cure Antoinette.

If what you desire is
to let go of your past

and build a future with her,

then you should go to her.

Niklaus.

You've watched the French Quarter

triumph over far worse than this.

There's always a new storm coming.

I want that.

A life with context.

I want to have children and grow old.

I want to... die a brittle lady

with spots on my hands
and clouds in my eyes.

But I'll never have that.

You get to have so much more than that.

We get to bear witness,
to watch history unfold,

to see barriers fall, to
see the oppressed rise.

We get to watch it all.

Together.

Isn't that worth it?

That's why you're so great
at being a vampire, Marcel.

You chose this.

I didn't have a choice.

I'm cursed and...

I'm angry.

I don't want you to promise to
be by my side while I fester.

'Cause I love you, Marcel.

That's why I won't let
my sadness destroy you.

It used to be noise.

Now it's music.

Antoinette.

- Elijah...
- Shh, shh, shh.

Shh, shh.

I'm here.

Drink.

Thought I'd lost you.

Elijah.

Forgive me.

I need the room.

Hope is fine.

No fevers, no magical outbursts.

Yeah, I just looked in on her.

She's practically comatose.

She's asleep.

She deserves the rest.

You should be proud of her.

Your 15-year-old just
saved an entire city,

and no one will know
to thank her for it.

I said I need the room.

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