The Originals

Over the course of my long life...

I have come to believe that we are bound forever to those with whom we share blood.

And while we may not choose our family...

that bond can be our greatest strength...

or our deepest regret.

This unfortunate truth has haunted me for as long as I can recall.

What do you make of that?

No banner, no flag.

Floated in out of nowhere.

A miracle ship.

Why is it just sitting out there?

I suppose we ought to find out.

Where in hell is everyone?

Deserted.

Which makes everything in the hold legally forfeit.

Take what suits you.

What do you make that?

Open it up.

What the hell?

Hello.

Hm...

Lovely to see such a handsome face

after a long journey.

Can I eat him, brother?

I'd rather you didn't.

There's no need to be afraid.

You'll do exactly as I say.

You'll remember nothing.

I will remember nothing.

We have had a very long journey,

wherein which, unfortunately,

we lost all of our crew.

Therefore, I would ask you to kindly transport

our belongings to the shore.

What kind of hell demons are you?

We're vampires, darling.

The Original vampires.

Rebekah, Elijah.

Our brothers, Kol and Finn, may they rest in peace.

Are we saving the best for last?

And our half-brother Niklaus.

Ignore him. He's a beast.

We fled Europe and survived the seas.

Would you rather I arrive hungry

on the shores of our new homeland?

Niklaus, your manners are, as always, without equal.

Sir, would you be so good as to tell us

where it is that we have landed?

The French colony of Louisiana.

Off the shores of a town they've named New Orleans.

Well, thank you so much.

Oh, I do recommend that you find yourself

further assistance for the luggage.

My sincere apologies.

So, what brings you to the Big Easy?

I used to live here.

Really? When?

Oh, feels like a hundred years ago.

I just moved here myself.

What brought you back?

Well, my brother is here somewhere.

I'm afraid he might have gotten himself into a bit of a bind.

You say that like it's a common occurrence.

Well, he's complicated...

Defiant. Ill-mannered. And a little temperamental.

See, we don't share the same father.

Of course, that never bothered me,

but my brother resents it deeply.

Never felt like he belonged.

All told, he has a long history

of getting himself into trouble.

And I'm guessing you have a long history

of getting him out of it.

What kind of bind is your brother in?

He believes there are people in this town

that are conspiring against him.

Wow. Narcissistic and paranoid.

Sorry. Bartender with a grad degree in psychology.

Total cliché.

Listen, Camille.

I'm looking for someone who might shed some light

on his current predicament.

She works here. Jane-Anne Deveraux.

Any idea where I might find her?

No, but I know someone who might.

Welcome to New Orleans,

in the crown jewel of the Crescent City,

the French Quarter.

Jazz and jambalaya, romance and poetry,

not to mention things that go bump in the night.

Monsters that feed off human blood.

Vengeful spirits of the dead.

And my personal favorite, the witches.

Here we have the voodoo shop Jardin Gris.

Go in, browse for a hex.

Are you gonna continue following me, Elijah...

or do you want to talk?

You know who I am.

Original vampire, always wears a suit.

You and your family are famous amongst the witches.

Especially with your brother back in town.

Well, Niklaus is here because he learned

that a witch was conspiring against him,

someone by the name of Jane-Anne Deveraux.

Well, if he's looking for Jane-Anne, he's a little late.

Are you telling me she's dead?

Come on.

Her sister Sophie is gonna wanna talk to you.

That's Jane-Anne?

Killed in public for anyone to find.

Only people come 'round here are the witches.

Now her sister has come to take her body.

Her spirit can't rest until it's been

properly interred in the cemetery.

Please tell me that my brother had nothing to do with this.

No. Jane-Anne died because she got caught doing magic.

What do you mean, she got caught doing magic?

You want to know who killed Jane-Anne?

You're about to get your first glimpse of Marcel in action.

The vampire Marcel?

Things have changed since your family left town, and Marcel has changed.

I'm asking you, stay hidden.

If Marcel finds out that a witch lured the Originals back into town,

my people will be slaughtered.

Well, well, well. What have we here?

I got to tell you, Soph, this street corner

is not proving the luckiest spot for your family tonight.

Not half an hour ago, we had to teach

your sister a little lesson.

We're putting her to rest, Marcel.

Leave us alone.

I never said you could move the body.

Matter of fact, I left her here for a reason.

Send a message.

If anybody is thinking of joining some kind of rebellion,

my rules state that witches can't practice magic in the Quarter,

and yet a little birdie informed me

that Jane-Anne was cooking up

something magically delicious.

Oh, yeah,

while I have you, quick Q and A.

My old friend, the hybrid, Klaus,

he just happened to show up out of the blue.

Asking for, of all people, Jane-Anne.

Any idea why?

I don't know.

Witches don't get involved in vampire business.

Hm.

That would be pretty stupid...

that's for sure.

Tell you what.

Go back to the restaurant.

Cook up some of that famous gumbo.

Keep those tourists happy.

- Take the body. - What?!

No. Stop. Stop. Marcel!

I'm gonna hold on to your sister's body,

in case maybe you remember why Klaus is here.

Marcel, please.

Her body won't be at peace.

Not my problem.

You mean to tell me, after all these years,

- Marcel is alive and well? - Quite.

Our brother seems to have wandered into a war zone,

and I haven't been able to find him.

Marcel, who Klaus sired and brought up

beneath his own wing, now rules a menagerie

of savage vampires running wild,

killing in public for any human to come upon.

Witches are held in subjugation.

I doubt Niklaus had any idea

what he was walking into.

Sorry. What was that?

I stopped paying attention at "our brother."

Rebekah.

Our hateful, traitorous bastard of a brother,

who's negated any sympathy

I once had for him by his repeated efforts

to ensure neither you nor I know happiness

outside of his own selfish universe.

Always and forever, Rebekah.

That is what we once swore to each other.

Consider this me calling take-backs.

Oh, you've called take-backs dozens of times over the centuries.

And yet when our father found us and chased us from this very city...

I may be old, Elijah, but I'm hardly senile.

I know very well I stuck with Klaus.

And not three years later he stuck a silver dagger

in my chest and sent me into a magical slumber for 90 years.

Do you know why?

Because I had the audacity to try

and live my life on my own without him.

No. I believe our brother is in trouble.

So whatever is going on between Marcel and the witches,

it's dire enough that they'd risk

bringing an Original back to town.

The witches have lured him here.

I'd like to know Why.

You got me into this, Jane.

Give me the strength to finish it.