The Originals

Previously on "The Originals"...

You mean you don't recognize me?

It's been a long time, Finn.

Hayley and I will return home.

Elijah will remain here with you.

He's been experiencing some side effects

since his ordeal as our mother's captive.

You ready to do this thing, get hitched?

It's a mystical unification ceremony.

You wolves are here because you want freedom.

My vamps and I are willing to stand

with you against the witches.

You're brokering a truce.

Did he really just trap us all in here?

Aah!

Those vampires even attempt to feed,

they'll find themselves unable to stop.

What Davina and I can do is cast a disruption spell.

It'll give us 60 seconds to escape

once the boundary is shut down.

Jack, now. Go.

Slight change of plans, brother.

They'll kill him.

He should've thought about that

before he betrayed our sister.

Yaah! Barrier is back up,

and those vampires look so hungry.

I've searched the entire French quarter.

Finn has vanished.

I can't remove the barrier that has you trapped

until I have my hand around this throat.

I was hoping you had a plan "B".

Davina.

She doesn't know it yet,

but she's gonna help me break his spell.

Your job... Keep Kol alive,

at least until we learn Rebekah's whereabouts.

Nngh! Aagh!

Are you listening to me?

Yeah. That all sounds fine and good, but listen.

When I was getting the werewolves out, I got bit.

I will get you my blood.

I will get you out of that house, Marcellus,

whatever it takes.

You are not leaving this bloody house, Marcel.

My enlistment papers say otherwise.

369th regiment.

They call them the Harlem Hellfighters.

Boat leaves tomorrow.

Is this lunacy because I forbid you to be with Rebekah?

So now you're going off to fight the germane.

Fine. Go, but remember, Marcel,

this is your home.

I am your family, and if you haven't

learned that in the century since I took you in,

then learn it now!

Family are not just people who coddle you,

who grant you your every whim.

They are people who fight for you,

who you fight for, and if this family

endeavors to stop you from making

a tragic error of the heart, then, by all means,

express your discontent, but what you do not do

is abandon us.

Fine. Go.

You'll be back.

The prodigal son always returns home.

Mm...

Yeah. I'm home, all right, the last place I want to be.

The Originals: Season 02 - Episode 11 "Brotherood Of The Damned"

What's with the church bells?

Sounds like the preamble of me own bloody funeral.

It's Carillon Eve.

The locals shroud the eyes of angels

so the dead can walk among us for a night

without judgment.

The bells wake the dead and guide them

to eternal rest.

So whether you live or die today,

you can join the festivities.

Oh, Marcel, you're gonna make certain I live.

I'm the only one who knows how to find Rebekah.

Think you underestimate how hungry I am

and how much I'd like to appease

my hungry friends right outside that door.

And just what would Davina say about that?

Because I'm not one to kiss and tell,

obviously, but I think she likes me.

Watch your mouth before I drain

every vein of yours myself.

Joe?

Hey, Corporal.

You're a bit of a mystery, son.

Just another soldier like you, brother.

Yeah? Not just like me. See, I've been watching you.

Yeah. Yeah.

I've seen you take bullets to the gut.

Next minute, you're pulling guys back

to the trench like nothing ever happened.

Yes, sir, a mystery, but with mysteries

come theories, and I got two.

One, you got guardian angels

patching you up every time you get shot.

Two, you're something else altogether.

Move, move!

Listen up, men.

Headquarters said there aren't enough gas masks

for the whole unit.

Without a mask, we're dead in hours.

Have you forgotten what they call us?

We're the Brotherhood of the Damned

because we've been set up to fail.

We're Cannon fodder.

We're meant to stall, not to stop the enemy.

Now, hold on, major.

Our line has held longer than any on the Western front.

They call us brotherhood of the damned because

everyone here would rather be damned

than let the enemy break this line.

If you don't know that, then we need a leader who does.

You listen here, private.

Major.

Get down.

Listen here.

I don't care what you are or how you do what you do,

but I believe you're here for a reason, hey...

To be that leader you just talked about.

So what's it gonna be, Marcel?

Marcel? Marcel!

You all right?

Yeah. Just hungry. That's all.

Haven't you found Finn yet?

I must say, for a witch of your caliber,

your spells are not particularly efficient.

Finn is blocking my locator spell.

So I'm trying something new,

but I need to concentrate, and it would help a lot

if you would stop standing over me like a stalker.

No need to be testy, luv.

We both have the same goal.

Really? Because my goal is to get Kol

out of your house alive, which seems to be

about number 10 on your list.

Number 9 at least.

What is wrong with you? He's your brother.

Yes, and I also have a sister,

one who I happen to care about more.

So until he tells me where she is,

Kol can rot, as far as I'm concerned,

and you might want to get your villains

straight, luv, because Finn

is the architect of this fiasco.

So pick up the pace.

Find out where he's getting his power from

so we can stop it.

I saw glimpses of him.

He's combining sacred objects, totems,

representational magic.

Where?

Lafayette number 1, the Lyonne tomb.

And what's he using?

He's channeling your parents.

And here, I thought I was the poster child

for least grateful offspring.

Well then, shall you and I

go crash their little party?

Now who needs to pick up the pace?

Klaus?

Our goal here is to confront your subconscious.

An element of my thesis is on suppression

of past trauma and how it can manifest

in aberrant and often violent behavior.

You know, I believe it was 1897

that a dear friend of mine...

Let's just call him the godfather

of modern psychoanalysis... Mentioned something

similar to me over tea in a viennese cafe.

Are you namedropping Freud right now?

Ok. Well, here's something I know

that even Freud didn't...

Oh, do tell.

What it's like when someone takes away

your deepest, ugliest pain

without your consent.

It is both a blessed relief

and a complete violation.

Sound familiar?

Good. Let's start with what you've

referred to as the red door.

That's an image from my past, my youth.

It was the door to a slaughterhouse.

Sometimes it appears to me in flashes.

It's a memory, but it's also a metaphor.

It's a place where unspeakable deeds

dwell in darkness.

And have there been many?

Look, Camille.

You know I'm no stranger to violence.

Typically, however, I am possessed

of a certain control.