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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.

Where 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.

*THE ORIGINALS*
Season 05 Episode 08

Episode Title:
"The Kindness of Strangers"

Who's there?

Show yourself!

Oh, Nik.

Always so dramatic.

Rebekah.

Uh! 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've 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.

♪ We were worlds apart ♪

♪ So I fell from the stars ♪

♪ I traveled long
and I traveled far ♪

♪ Then deep in the dark ♪

♪ I followed a spark ♪

♪ And it led straight
to your heart ♪

♪ There'll be oceans
for us to tread ♪

♪ There'll be bridges
for us to mend ♪

♪ But I'll stick through it ♪

♪ Oh, I swear ♪

♪ There'll be mountains
for us to climb ♪

♪ There'll be days
when the sun won't shine ♪

♪ But I'll stick to it ♪

♪ Oh, I swear ♪

♪ There'll be
so many years to tread ♪

♪ There'll be bridges
for us to mend ♪

♪ But I'll stick through it ♪

♪ Oh, I swear. ♪

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