The Originals

Previously on "The Originals"...

I guess I'll see you in the next life.

I'll be waiting for another dance.

My mother... you let her die.

Hope's taking the power from us.

If he dies, I won't just lose him...

...I'll trigger my curse.

The dark magic is destroying Hope

from the inside out.

So how do we stop it?

There's nothing we can do.

She's my daughter.

It's been a long time since we've shared a drink together.

You're gonna need it.

I take it Davina didn't bring good news.

She and Freya have been holed up with spell books all week,

searching for any last ideas to help Hope.

They're out of options.

I don't accept that.

Look, I love that kid.

It's because I love her that I am telling you.

There is no miracle fix here.

Now, she might've had a little more time,

but she's about to experience her first full moon

since she triggered her curse.

Every witch that we consulted is sure

that she won't survive the night.

Then we speak with Freya.

She will perform a binding spell.

That's the solution.

A spell that powerful would only kill her faster.

This is terminal, Elijah.

Now we can't keep this a secret from her any longer.

She needs to have the chance to say good-bye.

And we both know who needs to tell her.

He won't accept it.

Make him.

She is dying, Elijah.

Niklaus.

Get in the car. You and I are taking Hope on a little trip.

Are you out of your mind?

She can sleep on the drive.

Surely you heard Marcel.

He doesn't know anything!

Where are we going?

Hope's school knows how to deal

with a werewolf's first transformation.

They have a facility.

Mystic Falls?

I take it you have a plan.

I do and while I execute it, I need you to look after her,

to-to make sure she doesn't exert herself.

Wouldn't it be better for you to find someone

Hope despises a little less than me?

Perhaps quite literally anyone else she's ever met.

How Hope feels about you is of no consequence.

I have until the crest of the full moon to save her life.

We've defied the inevitable for a dozen lifetimes.

I am not about to surrender to it now.

Please, Elijah.

You're the only one I trust.

At the Salvatore School

for the Young and Gifted,

we are big on spirit.

Education is our first priority, obviously.

We've sent students to the Ivy League, to Silicon Valley.

Of course, if you're looking

for a more unique course of study,

I assure you, we are unmatched.

We believe in inclusive blending of the species here.

So, outside of full moons,

vampires, witches and werewolves all cohabitate peacefully.

Where do you keep the hybrids?

In the root cellar?

Excuse me.

I just need one minute with this very lost new janitor.

Come on, Bob.

I'll show you the toilets.

Seriously?

You're not exactly a selling point

for this place.

Oh, because these kids have so many other options.

I thought we made a deal about you showing up in Mystic Falls.

That was a long time ago.

I need your help, Caroline.

Hope is dying.

She consumed the dark magic

and now it's consuming her.

She won't survive tonight's full moon.

She triggered her curse?

It was my fault.

Uh, I thought that the Crescent wolves

could control their transformations.

Not the first one.

It's a rite of passage. Unavoidable.

Well, what do you need from me?

I need a very rare type of witch

from the Gemini Coven.

You can't be serious.

I need your daughters, Caroline.

The diary of Stefan Salvatore.

We're not supposed to touch it,

but I practically have the whole thing memorized.

And spoiler alert:

Dad is the villain and you're the evil henchman.

From one very biased perspective.

Yeah, well,

I, uh, got a second opinion.

The Mystic Falls Files

by Alaric Saltzman,

Volume One.

In every story, Dad is the big bad wolf.

Hope, what is it?

What's happening?

Nothing.

I'm fine.

Well, Davina said she gave you some pills for the discomfort.

Yeah, well, you know what would really make me feel better?

Is spending the day with, like, anyone else.

Let's get out of here.

I know a place in town.

Does a disturbingly decadent burger.

Let's do that.

I'm not hungry.

Fine. You can have a milk shake.

No.

No, absolutely not.

They're-they're children.

They're siphoner witches.

It's what they were born to do.

Siphon magic from one thing...

And put it in another.

So, after they siphon it from Hope,

what are they supposed to do with it?

You can't just shove a demon in a jar and put it on a shelf.

They'll put it in me.

That's great.

And then you can practice mindful meditation

while we just cross our fingers

and hope that you don't develop some sort of temper.

Oh, wait.

Do you remember

when you and your friends

threatened to chain me up, drown me in cement

and drop me in the deepest ocean?

Well, when your daughters put the magic in me,

I need you to make good on that threat.

I won't fight you this time.

No, I was just a kid back then.

I didn't know...

That was a long time ago.

I can't allow my daughter to die.

But I promise you

I will not endanger yours.

Caroline, please.

Caroline.

I'm begging you.

If you're here to tell me that my dad has a heart of gold,

this is probably the worst spot,

considering that there's a plaque inside

near the dartboard for some woman

that he killed in a moonstone ritual.

Take a look at that storefront across the street

with the charcoal awning.

Piece of land used to be our home.

Smell of it still haunts me to this day.

The burning wood, the crushed flowers, the berries.

Your father was incessantly painting back in those days.

Mixing,

searching for brighter reds, for deeper blues.

Used to wake me in the middle of the night

just to show me the color that he would swear

he himself had invented.

I remember the first time that he showed me a turquoise.

It's also the first time I smelled blood.

You see, when Mikael found Niklaus fashioning a paintbrush

from a small branch, he took that branch...

He struck my brother across the face.

What did you do?

Niklaus begged me to run away with him, but I told him

that I would never leave Rebekah and Kol at the mercy of Mikael.

So we stayed.

And, of course,

it was a mistake.

We should've run away together, but...

your father couldn't go alone.

But I did swear to him I would protect him

from that very day.

Peanut butter blast, whipped cream on the bottom.

Just how you like it.

Thanks, Landon.

Yeah.

Uh, this is my uncle.

Nice to meet you, Mr. Marshall.

So, Hope.

You haven't been around much lately.

Oh, yeah, there's been stuff back at home.

Oh. Well, I was, I was hoping you'd be back.

I mean, you're from New Orleans, right?

I've always wanted to go. It's home