The Originals

- Previously on The Originals... - Mardi Gras.

In spite of all our differences, the whole city

celebrates Carnival season together.

It's time for vampires

to reclaim

our place as the apex predator

and rid the community

of its abominations.

It's called a Chambre de Chasse.

It's a magical mental prison.

There's always a way out.

Hope was at St. Anne's.

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

that's been split up inside of you.

It'll destroy her.

Ominous weather.

It's an indication

of what's actually happening in New Orleans.

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

- Hope asked for my help. - The one time

she acted out is because she missed her dad.

You have to stop her.

No.

You need me.

And I need you.

The curse that plagued our family for seven years

has taken its toll on all of us.

On our city.

On our home.

On our family.

The consequences

of us being together were grave,

but today, thanks to you,

we celebrate a new beginning.

One in which we have the freedom

to stand side by side.

And whatever trials

may come, we will face them together,

as a family.

Always and forever.

Would you please pass the beignets?

Of course.

So, Rebekah

will be back in a few days.

She's just tying up some loose ends overseas.

It'll be nice to have her here.

It'll be good to have all of us under one roof again.

Good morning.

Obviously, there is a lot for us to discuss.

Hope, let me begin

by telling you how truly sorry...

Thanks for breakfast, guys,

but I have homework to catch up on.

That's not normal.

She's not normal.

She lost her mother, Niklaus.

I shouldn't have come down here.

At least you can claim amnesia, unlike our sister,

who willingly aided a child

in ruining her life.

Hope is not a child.

Did you even consider

what absorbing all that magic could do to her?

And what choice did I have?Deny her.

Defy her. We had a plan

to keep the dark magic away from her.

A plan that wasn't working.

Yes, well, thanks to you, the magic has her now.

So, if my daughter should be harmed

in any way, shape or form,

I will hold you personally responsible.

Looks like Emmett and his nightwalkers

rode out the storm on your dime.

Yeah.

Is it wrong that I want to boil everything in bleach?

Hey, tell me...

what part of "I hate everything you stand for"

do you think gave them the "mi casa, su casa"vibe?

Yeah, that's the thing.

They don't care what you think.

Or what anybody else thinks, for that matter.

"We are deeply disturbed

"by the increased violence in New Orleans.

"There was a time not long ago when the species coexisted

"because there was order in the city. Boundaries.

"Everyone knew their place.

"In an effort to restore stability,

"the vampires reclaim the French Quarter

as their rightful home." Blah, blah, blah.

They're demanding the werewolves move back out to the bayou.

Who?These idiot vampire purists.

Well, another good reason I'm glad to get out of New Orleans.

You're leaving?

Yeah, first thing in the morning.

I thought you and Freya were back together.

At the funeral...

No, I love her.

I always will, but...

Whatever, she can't actually be with me, so...

There's always something with her family,

and her family's...

Complicated.Yeah.

She has to be here,

and I need to be somewhere in the world

where I can make a difference.

You've got to be kidding me.Oh.

I know you're there.

I didn't want to disturb you.

Dad, if you're worried,

I'd wish you just say something.

Helicopter parenting isn't really your thing.

You bent a fork in half.

Better than sticking it in the side of Elijah's neck.

He wasn't himself, Hope.

I don't care.

Okay? I'm not ready to forgive him,

memory or not.

So, it's just Elijah, then? Nothing more?

All right.

I'll keep saying this until you believe me:

I'm okay.

I promise.

Look, I know that you think

I made a mistake doing that spell,

but I swear I thought it all out.

And you know what, I'd do it again,

because for once we're in the same room,

and the world's not ending.

You know, every day

I marvel at your strength

and your grace,

all of which certainly came from your mother.

I wish she were here.

Yeah, so do I.

More than you know.

Come here.

Klaus, we need to talk.

No. No more talk.

My daughter needs help. I intend to get it for her.

Please, Klaus, I am not the enemy.

Okay? Every time

I look at Hope, I see the child of mine

that I never got to raise. That's how I feel about her.

That's how much I want to protect her.

She came to me in so much pain,

and I knew that she was gonna take back that power

with or without me.

Okay? So I gambled

that if she felt like we were on her side,

maybe she would let us help her.

Well, you couldn't have been more wrong.

Now Vincent will have to come up with something.

Already did.

Hope's bracelet.

She took it off for good a few years ago.

Said she didn't need it anymore, but...

now she does.

Now, this won't stop whatever

the dark magic is doing to her,

but it could lessen her suffering

until we find a permanent solution.

I know you love her.

I never doubted that.

I just...

Wish things were different?

Me, too.

You have a visitor.

A voice mail?

You tell me my girlfriend's dead by voice mail?

You can't even return my calls.

It all happened so fast.What happened?

How did she die?

Car crash.

The brakes went out.

She died instantly.

No pain, no suffering at all.

Is Hope all right?

She's coping.

Can I see her?

You know, n-now's...

really not a good time.

I'm sorry, Declan.How do brakes just fail?

I-It doesn't happen anymore.

I don't know the details, okay? As you can see,

there was a storm.

So, why was she out in it? Where was she going?

I really don't know.And that doesn't bother you?

That you don't have answers?

Because it's killing me that I don't know what happened.

Declan, I...That I wasn't here

to-to save her, and that you...

you had a funeral without me

so I couldn't say good-bye.

Something here-- it's not right, Freya.

It just isn't.

Party's over.

Emmett.

You and your crew are no longer welcome in New Orleans.

Hardly for you to decide.

You walked away from this city.