03x13 - Heart Shaped Box

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Previously on The Originals...

Freya: If this prophecy is fulfilled, you will all fall, one by friend, one by foe, and one by a family.

I challenge you to a dual.

Whomever holds the charter at the stroke of midnight shall be the new leader of the Strix.

Catch me. If not, I'm in charge.

Marcel has won.

You're the new leader of the Strix.

So the Strix have their own personal coven?

I'll make certain you're granted the power to bring back your precious Kol.

In exchange, you will become one of my sisters and find the w*apon that can k*ll an Original.

With the right witches, the correct spell, the precise binding agent, there is a means to eradicate our link to our sires.

Davina is obstinate, but she will listen to you.

You know what I've come for. Hand it over.

(Screaming)

Klaus: With the w*apon in the Aurora's hands...

I wonder which one of us she'll k*ll first.

What animal do you aim to hunt with b*ll*ts made of wood?

A monster.

An entire family of them.

(Indistinct conversations)

Klaus: The tax payers of New Orleans deserve a skilled chief of police.

How inept are you if not a single one of your men can locate the woman I seek.

We're trying.

She's a ghost.

Aurora de Martel is rather petite and may indeed be able to slip through the cracks like a wicked little cricket, but she is not a ghost.

Not yet.

I think this city's finest could try a bit harder, hmm?

Freya: I see we're in for another normal Mikaelson breakfast.

Niklaus, for heaven's sakes, release the poor creature.

No!

(Groaning)

That's not what I meant.

He'll live, and he'll remember to do better.

Is all this t*rture necessary?

Where have you been?

I was making sure that the Strix and their witches are out trying to find your loony ex-girlfriend.

Is that okay by you?

Gentlemen, please.

Marcel: All of our heads are on the chopping block because he lost the one thing that can k*ll an Original.

It's not his fault that Cami is waving the white oak around like a kite, or that Aurora made a deal with one of your witches.

Oh, yeah, it is.

I am quite capable of defending myself, thank you, Freya.

What I cannot do is cast a spell to find Aurora.

In that respect, we're alike.

Aurora is cloaked, most likely by the very witch she k*lled.

I have been working non-stop every day...

Well, you've stopped now.

Haven't you?

Well, go on. On your way.

Do you talk to our other sister like this?

Didn't think so.

Freya?

What do we know about this traitor in the Strix coven?

Marcel: Nothing.

No one knows how Aurora got to her.

No one knows where Aurora is.

Our coven hit the same cloaking spell as Freya.

Your coven?

Making yourself quite comfortable with the Strix, aren't you?

Yeah, yeah.

To help you.

Any other news from your new BFFs you'd like to make us aware of?

Niklaus, why don't we reserve any malevolent intentions for ex-girlfriends?

(Horns playing dixieland jazz)

Let's see if the 9,000th time's the charm.

(Musical whooshing and whistling)

(Chanting)

(Sighs)

(Whoosh, wind whistling)

Are you looking for me?

Why aren't you working with the other girls?

They just slow me down.

Look, I've done this before.

Last year, I had Esther's grimoire.

I studied it cover to cover.

Now I know more about breaking the sire link than any other witch.

How lovely, but as it is my life that depends upon the completion of that spell, it will be my coven that verifies your work.

Fine.

Let them verify it.

So, then... have you finished?

All I need is the binding agent.

And what will that require?

My spell is based off the one that the Mikaelsons' mother used to make them vampires in the first place.

She was an artist. She had her own unique way of doing things.

If I'm gonna finish this spell, I need someone who knew her techniques.

Let me guess.

Someone like...

Kol Mikaelson.

If you want the spell.

Tread carefully, Davina Claire.

Every negotiation has a moment where the lesser party must submit.

(Sighs)

You are very quickly approaching yours.

Let the sisters help me resurrect Kol.

He'll give us the missing ingredient, I promise.

If not, you may never find it.

(Sighs)

I assume you know what this is.

It's a Hand of Glory.

A mystic candle, when lit, it will let me open any window.

Even one to the afterworld.

So I can only see Kol until that creepy thing burns down to nothing, and then he's gone?

If you want Kol to remain permanently, make sure he gives us the information we need.

(Children playing)

Come to pay your respects?

It's easy to speak well of Jackson.

He was a good man.

Though it's a bit macabre, isn't it?

Burying his heart under a sapling.

At least Hope will have a place to visit him.

I don't want her to forget how much he loved her.

I am sorry... for your loss.

Mm, everybody's sorry.

Doesn't make a whole lot of difference, does it?

Perhaps not.

I've heard that time heals all wounds, but that has not been my own experience.

I wonder if keeping busy might help distract you from your grief.

You have something in mind?

Aurora's still at large, no doubt plotting her revenge.

She used to Camille to get to me once.

She may do so again.

And Cami is rather vulnerable.

I'd like to provide some safeguarding.

Isn't that your job?

No.

Not anymore.

Fine.

(Phone buzzes)

Can I assume our very gifted sister has finally found my lunatic ex?

From the looks of things...

I would say that the lunatic ex found Freya.

Well, then, we'll procure another witch to track her.

There's no need.

I got something.

Let me guess.

Aya needs something else done.

Actually, I came to let you know I'm on your side.

Then maybe you can tell Aya to let me bring back Kol permanently.

D, I hear you, but we need to talk priorities.

Kol has been dead.

He can stay dead a little while longer.

But my life could end at any minute.

I know.

Just please tell me you don't trust her.

I don't.

But I do trust you, and I need you to trust me.

Okay, Aya's always gonna be playing her own game, just like everybody else in this town, but now more than ever, we got to stick together.

And when this is over, I will help you raise your pain-in-the ass boyfriend from the dead.

Klaus: "A forest of pine. And a box made so fine. Come quickly. If not, then poor Freya shall rot, buried in dirt for all time."

The woman is insane.

Does she have to punish us with the world's most unfortunate limerick?

Is it not enough that we're forced to play her wretched games?

Freya saw a vision of herself buried alive.

Aurora will do everything in her power to bring about this miserable prophecy.

Let's go stop her, shall we?

(Birds chirping)

(Gasps)

What did you do to me?

I used the same concoction on you that my brother crafted for my... episodes.

It's rather effective, wouldn't you say?

(Stammering)

Oh...

(Shudders)

Poor dear.

To think, Freya, we could've been sisters.

Unfortunately, I've spent enough time with witches to know that casting spells requires focus, and focus requires clarity of mind, something you don't currently have.

My brothers will come for me.

(Laughs)

That's good. 'Cause that's precisely what I'm counting on.

The only question is...

Will you still be alive when they get here?

(g*nsh*t)

♪♪

(Door closes)

(Footsteps approaching)

Your doorbell is broken downstairs.

I keep forgetting to compel the shady landlord to fix it.

Next time, text.

You could get hurt, sneaking up on someone with a stockpile of dark objects.

Was it worth it?

Risking the lives of, oh, every vampire in existence over your petty fight with Klaus?

And here I thought this was a social call.

More like a wake-up call, Cami.

You haven't been yourself lately, and in your less-than-sane moments, you have been putting the people that I care about in danger.

See, I sort of thought I had proven myself.

I did risk what was left of my life to save yours.

And maybe what I need is some space to deal with this whole...

I don't know, being dead, drinking blood, living forever.

If you have come to lecture me, save it.

I have been lecturing myself for weeks.

You're right.

Is this your coat?

Great.

You don't need a lecture, but I am gonna take your ass to school.

(Footsteps crunching in leaves)

Freya's not in there.

She was... I can smell her blood... but the stronger scent is due west.

You track the scent. I'll take the cabin.

Niklaus...

Whatever happens, you promise me...

Aurora dies today.

(Door cracking)

(Birds singing)

♪♪

(Gasps)

Oh...

(Groans)

♪♪

Elijah: Aurora...

Modern weaponry for the modern woman.

With a little bit of flair, of course.

I couldn't help myself.

It's pretty, no?

Pretty vulgar.

Theatrical and tasteless as ever.

Where's Freya?

Oh, Elijah...

You remain a stick in the mud.

And it seems your darling sister takes after you.

She's stuck in the mud, too, somewhere out there, busy as a little bee, dying.

If not already dead.

(Sighs)

(Panting)

Finn...

I need your help.

(Coughs quietly)

♪♪

Legions of deadly enemies have fallen by my family's hand.

What makes you think you stand a chance?

You actually believe in your own myth you and your brother created.

Nothing lasts always and forever, and certainly not you.

So what are we waiting for?

Niklaus.

I'm not here to k*ll Niklaus.

I'm only waiting for him to arrive...

(Hammer clicks)

So he can watch you die.

So this is you taking me to school?

There is a fight coming, Cami.

That's what the prophecy says.

And you're not gonna be much good to the home team if you're just standing around, waving a bunch of antiques.

Huh.

You see this?

This will paralyze anyone who tries to att*ck me.

Great.

But... then what?

You need to learn how to defend yourself.

Come on, Hayley, everyone knows a baby vamp is borderline useless.

Even Josh could wipe the floors with me.

I need these.

I'm not saying throw them away.

This used to be a church, right?

And then it got condemned.

If Marcel hadn't seen the possibilities, someone would've bulldozed it and turned it into some generic chain store.

It's still a church.

But it's also something more.

I'm a hybrid, but I'm also a mom.

And a widow.

And an Alpha.

You are a psychologist.

And a bartender.

And, yes, you have some insane family legacy that comes with a bunch of cool toys, but...

If you don't embrace the fact that you're also a vampire now, you're gonna end up dead.

For real, this time.

You know, I'm not used to being on the receiving end of solid advice.

Well, you caught me on a good day.

So now what?

We're gonna get in that ring and you're gonna try and punch me.

(Chanting)

(Panting)

Are you okay?

(Sighs)

Well, it seems I'm not as popular in the afterlife as I am with you.

And as happy as I am to see you, Davina Claire, I...

I truly wish you didn't join this particular coven.

They're a means to an end.

Aya: He's a bit old for you, isn't he?

By a good millennium, I'd say.

Nevertheless...

We're in a bit of a hurry.

Aya.

I thought someone would've k*lled you by now.

Some of us are more durable than others.

Speaking of, you're very welcome to remain a ghost, unless you prove useful to my cause.

The de-siring spell I was working on last year.

Your mother told you to k*ll it or to k*ll me.

If she was worried, then I must have been close, and you must have known how close.

Which means you know how to finish it.

Aya: In other words, you will provide the missing ingredient.

The binding agent.

Now.

I'd forgotten how cuddly you are.

If you want me to talk, fine.

But I'm only talking to her.

I can wait.

(Exhales)

There it is... That look.

I know it all too well.

You think, somehow, I'm responsible for your little breakup.

How adorably delusional of you, Aurora.

You do realize that you're utterly insane?

Niklaus can be resilient, but there's only so much madness even he can take.

I suppose, eventually, he was able to distinguish between real love and some... petty desire.

Once he'd discarded you, the veil was lifted and all that remained was something quite pathetic.

The veil is lifted, all right.

Love is nothing but a trap.

The one truth you speak, the one thing that I agree with entirely...

Only the love of family is unbreakable.

It is the only love worth fighting for.

And my beloved brother, Tristan, suffers in a box, drowning over and over again, unable to die.

So I will end his suffering by ending you, his sire.

And the look on Niklaus's face as a white oak b*llet pierces your heart and takes your life...

Will be the salve for my own broken heart.

Stop this.

Why?

One brother's life to end another brother's torment?

It's almost poetic.

The b*ll*ts... they're white oak, Niklaus.

Klaus: We both know you're not going to pull the trigger.

Yet again, you're wrong.

(g*nsh*t)

(Pants, coughs)

Tend to Freya.

I have to m*rder my ex.

Esther Mikaelson was two things: a-a genius witch and an overprotective matriarch.

The sire link is a facet of her most powerful spell used to protect those she loved most.

And, as such... (Sighs) it's impossible to break.

You know, I can tell you're lying to me, no matter what face you wear.

Don't you get it?

If I can break the sire link, I can use the power of the sisters to bring you back.

Kol, we can finally be together.

Why won't you just tell me?

Because, darling, I guarantee you won't like the answer.

(Sighs) Fine.

At least I know it's not impossible.

Please don't do this.

Kol's linked to that candle, so whatever our two lovebirds say, our witches will be able to hear it.

I don't think that a few more minutes of privacy is too much to ask.

I don't give a damn about young love.

They have a task.

They had better finish it.

Davina: Esther cast the spell.

You d*ed with vampire blood in your system, came back, fed.

Then you were vampires.

(Sighs) So... the core of the sire link has to be blood.

If there's a loophole, it's blood-related.

Not just blood-related.

For it to work, someone has to die.

So please, stop.

The spell centers around blood, but just taking someone's blood wouldn't k*ll them.

You need their heart.

Look, I understand you want to bring me back, but this is a devil's bargain.

It has to be more complicated than that.

It can't just be any old vampire, the heart has to be special.

(Davina sighs)

Do you need a heart outside the link?

An unsired heart.

Damn it, Davina! ln 1,000 years, there hasn't been a vampire born outside a line, un... til...

Marcel: What do they say?

The missing ingredient is the heart of an unsired vampire.

Hayley Marshall was turned by the magic infused in her own child's blood.

Oh, hell no.

Not by another vampire.

Look, you're not going after...

Locate her.

Now.

You were right to run.

What I'm going to do to you will redefine the word "sadistic."

(Whooshing)

(g*nsh*t)

It was such a beautifully carved little knight.

I could tell the effort you put into it.

Since you have such an appreciation for chess... queen takes king.

Ah!

(Grunts)

Again.

(Grunts)

Again!

Come on, post-grad, you can do better than that.

Ah!

Again.

(Groans)

(Laughs)

Oh, look at you.

(Laughs breathlessly)

We keep that up, you might be giving Josh a run for his money.

Hey.

Thanks for coming to find me today.

Oh, don't get all mushy on me.

You're a bartender.

You can thank me with a beer.

Deal. (Laughs)

(Phone buzzing)

Hey.

Hayley, you have to listen to me.

Aya's witches are coming to k*ll you.

What?

Get out of here.

Right now.

(Screams)

(Groaning)

(Moans, pants)

Ah!

(Grunts)

(Shouts)

(Groaning)

(Chokes)

(Groaning continues)

(Grunting)

Looking for this?

White oak seems wasted on you... but it will k*ll you, just the same.

Nik, please.

You never should've come back.

You never should've let me.

(Grunts)

I'm sorry.

Elijah: Put it down.

(g*nsh*t)

(Groaning)

Oh...

You want my heart? Then come and get it!

(Groaning continues)

What are you doing?

The sisters already found Hayley.

I have to help her.

You'll never make it there in time.

I'm not just gonna let her die.

Then stop and let me help you.

For better or worse, you're linked to this nasty little coven.

Which means if I take you down...

The sisters go down, too.

How are you gonna do magic?

I'll draw it from the candle that's holding me here.

It's not the sexiest way to spend our final moments together, but...

You can make it up to me.

Night on the town in a little black dress...

(Chuckles)

(Groans)

(Panting)

Definitely our worst date ever.

(Blood sloshing)

(Elijah screaming)

(Gasping)

The b*llet didn't puncture your heart.

Leave... me... and finish her.

(Heart b*ating)

It gets closer with every b*at.

(Grunts, panting)

I have to stop it.

No. No.

We made a promise.

Don't do this.

I am not going to leave you.

(Neck snaps, heartbeat stops)

(Grunts)

(Grunts)

(Heart b*ating)

(Groaning)

I thought I smelled arrogance.

I think you meant "confidence."

But I can understand how the uneducated are apt to confuse the two.

Yeah? You want to tell me what your dead-eyed drones want with my heart?

It's nothing personal.

I just value my life above yours.

(Both grunting)

Aya, you take her heart, you start a w*r.

Don't let your association with werewolf trash cloud the opportunity before you.

(Grunts)

The Mikaelsons will k*ll us before you can even light the candles on that spell.

(Both grunting)

There is no alternative.

You're wrong.

Give me a few hours to set this thing straight.

Or push me out of the way and condemn yourself and everyone else in the Strix to a slow and painful death.

(Both grunting)

I want to be de-linked just as much as you do.

Give me the chance to do it the right way.

(Panting)

Bring me a solution by midnight, or I will rip out your heart right before I come back and take hers.

(Panting)

(Playing jazz music, ship horn blowing in distance)

(Sighs)

The att*ck was about breaking the sire link.

Marcel told me that Aya's witches already have a spell to do it.

And how does your heart play into all of this?

I'm the only un-sired vampire in history.

Apparently, that's the key to making it work.

And yet, Marcel neglected to mention it this morning.

Hey, ease up.

He saved me.

But the Strix might yet come for you.

Let them.

I'm not an easy target.

They'd be better off trying to find some witchy workaround.

Unless they already have.

They need my heart.

Or one that's identical to it.

Jackson.

(Sighs)

The unification ceremony didn't just marry us, it also made his heart a mirror image of mine.

We need to dig it up.

Klaus.

Aurora's b*llet very nearly k*lled Elijah.

When she returns, and she will, I would prefer the vampires of New Orleans be obligated to protect us.

They'll be more likely to do so if our lives remain linked to theirs.

Niklaus is right.

The sire-link has to remain unbroken.

We have to go.

♪ You are the fire to my thoughts ♪
♪ The spark that starts it all ♪
♪ And with your eyes... ♪

We've wasted so much time.

Hardly.

Now, watching you sleep has been the most fun I've had in months.

(Sniffles)

I'll bring you back soon. She promised.

I appreciate you trying.

But Aya never keeps her promises.

Seriously, darling.

But you have to let me go.

The longer you stay in this coven, the more dangerous it becomes for you.

Then I'll bring you back and we'll take them on together.

We can do anything, can't we?

Please?

I love you, Kol Mikaelson.

♪ Don't you let us ♪
♪ Lose to an early grave... ♪

In that case... you best kiss me before I go.

♪ To find the words that will never explain ♪
♪ How I need you, how I see you ♪
♪ How you are everything that I have ♪
♪ Where I will love you ♪
♪ I will love you... ♪

Who would do this?

Who would steal his heart?

♪ Don't you let us ♪
♪ Lose to an early grave... ♪

It was the only piece of Jackson that I had left.

(Sighs)

♪ And then 50 more ♪
♪ To find the words that will never explain ♪

(Sighs)

♪ How I need you... ♪

We'll find who did this.

And return the favor tenfold.

This is your solution, Marcel?

The heart of a dead werewolf?

Well, not just any werewolf, Hayley's husband.

I was at her wedding. His heart became one with hers.

Ask Davina.

He's right.

I wouldn't be here if it wasn't gonna work.

I assume the grieving widow didn't just hand it over.

Pray tell, how did you procure this little gem?

This is my city.

Nothing happens in it without me knowing.

You're welcome.

You did prove yourself quite the creative leader today.

Yeah, I'd say so, considering I just found a way to keep you and everyone in this organization alive.

I want to be free of the Mikaelsons just as much as you do.

Get in the way of that again, and I will be just as creative in finding a way to k*ll you.

(Chuckles softly)

Don't be cross, Marcel Gerard.

You're finally starting to learn.

Commitment to a common goal is as strong a bond as family.

Practicing your t*rture techniques, Niklaus?

Clearing my mind.

Some children cuddle with a blanket.

Mine loves her chess piece.

Aren't you full of surprises.

You're surprised I came for you.

You are my sister, Freya.

And you are a part of this family, always and forever.

Do you know, I never thought I'd hear myself say this, but I wholeheartedly agree with Niklaus.

So... what's going to be our next move?

Aurora has more white oak, and she's not gonna stay quiet for long.

Aurora's not the only problem.

Yes, it seems there's no shortage of those who would stand against our family.

Let's k*ll them all.

(Crickets chirping)

You've been following me for miles, Aya, and I'm really not in the mood for a chat.

Then I'll be brief.

I've come to make a proposal.

To offer you my assistance in your future endeavors.

I know who I want to k*ll and how exactly I intend to do it.

So what good are you to me?

Having a clear target and hitting the bull's-eye are two very different things.

Much easier when you have the help of a determined ally.

Assuming of course we can find common ground.

I suspect our worlds can change with a bang.