The Originals

Previously on "The Originals"...

- Hello, Nik. - Rebekah.

- You know who I am. - Freya.

Tell our brothers I'll be coming to see them soon.

Do you renounce your Alpha status?

These attacks, they're only gonna get worse.

We need to get married as soon as possible.

I curse you to this body,

a meaningless, lonely death.

- Niklaus. - Finn knows

about Hope, about everything.

He is on his way.

Gas has pervaded every single room in this home.

Good-bye, brother.

It's ok, sweet girl.

I just need to find a pay phone.

Damn it!

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

You're being so brave.

The least I could do is watch my...

Whoever's out there, if you try anything,

I will gouge out your eyes!

Actually, Camille, it's probably not necessary.

What the hell happened back there?

That's a discussion for the car.

Let's move.

- What do you think you're doing? - Elijah said they're on the road,

so I'm gonna go to them and get my daughter.

Do not tell me that it's not safe.

I'll tell you what's not safe...

Blowing up a house just to keep your evil brother from finding her.

We will deal with Finn.

And then what?

Every time you kill him,

he's just gonna jump into another body.

We tried running, we tried hiding.

Neither will work.

So what's your bright idea?

As it happens, I'm working on a plan

as we speak, one which will be bolstered greatly

if you just calm down

- and keep your eye on the prize. - Do not

manage me. I have every right...

Hayley, you're getting married today,

an act which will seal the loyalty

of all the wolves that answer to Finn.

You will be queen to an army.

And a queen does not run.

Well, you still don't look so good.

Oh, it's worse than the Halloween hangover of 2011.

I went after Aiden, didn't I?

You know, he was up all day, all night with you

until Marcel called and said

that the spell was broken.

Well, you guys totally saved my ass.

Yeah? Well, don't mention it.

There you go. Here's a little go juice,

so you should be, uh, well, going.

Bye.

So where were you yesterday?

Oh, you know, being a hero,

saving the day, the usual.

Ah. And you didn't think I could help?

Well, you were with your mate.

You can't call me? It takes 10 seconds.

Ooh! This is a right proper spot we're having.

It's almost as if we're, uh...

Oh, what is that phrase?

Going steady.

You wish.

Well, maybe, and maybe I can

make it up to you

by, uh, oh,

finishing a mystical dagger.

What do you say?

All those alphas dead.

That's a lot of wolves that are gonna want revenge.

We'll make it clear the witches were behind this.

The vampires were manipulated by dark magic.

This wasn't their fault.

Gentlemen.

I come bearing gifts.

What the hell did you do?

I removed the heads of the wolf leaders

who refused to relinquish Finn's moonlight rings.

You brought me a bag of werewolf heads?

Well, I had hoped you'd see it

as an early wedding present.

Besides, I can't have witch sympathizers

in my army.

The wolves are not now nor will ever be

your army.

You know, you are a brave and selfless leader, Jackson,

and I'm positive you'll remain so

for the entire duration of your reign.

Festivities begin at 8:00 at my compound.

Spread the word and do arrive early enough

to clean yourself up.

It's your wedding day for God's sake.

Am I crazy, or did he just do his version

of a nice thing?

You ready?

I don't know.

Never done this before, remember?

I've never actually completed the spell itself,

but then, uh, I've never had

an accomplice quite as powerful as you.

So let's do it then.

Let's do it.

Helbred bransar, belaste herte,

begin panet.

Helbred bransar, belaste herte,

begin panet.

Helbred bransar, belaste herte,

begin panet.

I think it worked.

Helbred bransar, belaste herte,

begin panet.

Helbred bransar, belaste herte,

begin panet.

Are you ok?

Helbred bransar, belaste herte,

begin panet.

Helbred bransar, belaste herte,

begin panet.

Kol, are you sure you're all right?

I'm fine.

A spell like that takes its toll, doesn't it?

And you hide that for now, ok,

because, uh, well, today, we've got

a reason to celebrate.

Come to the wedding with me.

Fine, but if there's music,

we're dancing.

Beks? Beks, it's your brother.

I need a favor.

All right. Bad news first.

I will have to miss your nuptials.

Kol has a bit of a life-and-death matter

he needs help dealing with.

Anything I can do, Rebekah?

It's witch business, which now seems to be my thing.

Besides, you have enough to deal with.

On that note...

Now it's white, which won't fool anyone,

but you can't get married in skinny jeans and combat boots.

Oh, Rebekah.

Thank you.

Oh, it's beautiful.

Well, I happen to be the only woman alive

who's collected wedding dresses

in 5 different centuries.

Never made it down the aisle of course.

Well, you know, it's not too late.

From what I understand, Marcel is still single.

Have you told him yet that you're... you?

I thought I'd hold off on that for the moment.

Only complicates matters,

and I'm not exactly sure how long this is going to last.

Right.

Hayley, I wanted to say

now you may be marrying Jackson Kenner

of the boozy backwater Kenners,

but you're still one of us,

a Mikaelson.

Always will be.

Gosh, that would be such a nice compliment

if it didn't link me to so many homicidal lunatics.

Thanks for coming. Look, I know I owe you a massive...

Apology.

You scared the hell out of me.

I-I know, and I'm sorry.

I just...

Look. Hayley and Jackson are getting married today.

Quarter's gonna be packed with wolves, ok,

and after this wedding, our whole pack

will inherit Hayley's control of her wolf form.

That means wolves will be able to turn at will.

We'll be that much more deadly to vampires, to you.

I think...

We need a timeout.

Whoa, whoa!

I'm sorry. Is this the world's

worst breakup speech?

Because if so, just say it like it is.

You want to call things off because

it would look weird for the werewolf VP

to be dating me.

No. Dating me puts a target on your back.

I'm just trying to keep you safe.

Well, you know what? I can't remember

the last time I was safe.

Josh.

Phew.

Oh, I so do not belong in your world.

My world? Give me some credit.

I'm not exactly the kind of girl

who sat around fantasizing about her wedding day,

and if I had, it probably would have looked

a little less this.