The Originals

Previously on The Originals...

This blade is imbued with dark magic.

It will cause unending agony.

Glad you showed up.

You did cure me of my curse, so...

let's see this thing through.

That's what friends do, right?

- The Hollow is coming. - He wants you here.

You freed it, and now it must be fed.

I think the Hollow made Mary's husband kill my parents.

What if the Hollow wants to finish what it started?

The Hollow wants Klaus and Marcel to kill each other.

And when they die, it will absorb their power,

and then we'll never be able to stop it.

I'm not this thing's puppet, and neither are you.

My spells have Marcel bound and cloaked.

If you should prevent the redemption

of Niklaus Mikaelson, I promise you,

I will deliver another kind of nightmare.

Marcel's blood was spilled today.

A single scratch from that thorn will kill an Original.

1953.

Clusters of violent rituals

in four different locations, all in the span of two months.

Similarity of the rituals, to me, suggests

a possible connection to the Hollow.

1992.

More violent clusters, this time in Algiers,

Treme, the bayou

and... Marigny.

Again, four different locations.

Why is it always four locations?

What do you want?

Can we at least pretend to be civilized?

We're supposed to be civil?

Oh.

Does Marcel know that?

I'd ask him, but I can't find him anywhere.

It is outrageous.

Where is that young man's sense of courtesy?

Now, please...

invite me in.

Tell me where Marcel is.

Detained, until we can be sure that he's free

of this thing's vile influence.

You Mikaelsons, you always find a way

to get right back on top, don't you?

And I bet you got a plan all figured out.

As a matter of fact, I do.

A rather festive one, in fact.

I'd love to tell you all about it.

Well, if you're gonna help me fight this thing,

you're gonna have to know what it is that you're up against.

Come in before I change my mind.

Wonderful.

We were heading out,

and now we're throwing a party, I see.

One that will be attended by New Orleans' most influential

supernatural denizens.

You do realize that everyone hates you.

But they love Marcel, and as the invite states,

he is the cohost.

Tonight, we celebrate our truce.

So, you're throwing a fake party in honor of a fake truce,

and your guest of honor is in a dungeon.

Marcel's attendance would only complicate matters.

Besides, I'll have my hands full

weeding out those in league with the Hollow.

Have fun with that.

Hope's with Mary. I'm just looking for Freya.

What do you need of her?

Just a favor.

This thing has been haunting the city for a very long time.

And before today, the only thing I knew about it

was that it was a spirit practicing very dark magic,

and it was trying desperately to get back into this world.

And that's why it tried to sacrifice those kids.

That's why it tried to do

the exact same thing to Marcel and to Klaus.

Because if it kills them, if they die,

it absorbs all of their power.

So, talk to me about this.

This is the history of the city.

Yeah, this is

the ebb and flow of violence and tragedy.

Look, this is, um...

Madame LaLaurie.

This is, uh, the Axeman.

I mean, the list goes on and on and on and on and on,

and sometimes it's hidden,

but if you know what you're looking for...

Right? There's always a sign that it's the Hollow.

And when it does bubble up,

it always does so in a pattern of four.

What does it want?

It's a ghost.

It-it wants access to this world.

So it reaches out, and it whispers to the desperate.

There have to be others, someone else,

someone who could speak to us of its desires, of its weaknesses.

You think this person might be at your party?

I'm counting on it. Mm.

I'm counting on you

to help me identify them.

We Mikaelsons do know how to party.

Live music.

Open bar. Dancing.

Of course, you don't have to come.

Uh, do you know how long it's been

since I got to dress up and drink free booze?

If there's a party, I'm in.

Good.

Although there is one matter

that needs to be addressed, so...

things aren't awkward.

Speaking of which.

Yeah.

Late start to the day, Josh?

Okay.

Hi. Creepy.

You know,

normal people, like, knock.

Normal is boring.

Yeah, tomato, "to-mah-to."

Are you here to kill me?

- Now, why would you think that? - That's what you tried

to do the first time we met.

And it's not like our friendship has evolved,

so...

My priorities have changed.

Just now, I'm focused on event planning.

For instance, don't you find it odd

that the Mikaelsons are hosting a party with Marcel,

yet no one's seen him in over 24 hours?

Because he's locked in a dungeon?

After Marcel went missing, some construction guys

sealed off the tunnels under Rousseau's.

So, you know...

one plus one equals captured.

They invited you, hoping to sell the illusion

it was Marcel's idea.

Well, it's your lucky day.

I'm your plus-one.

Yeah.

Actually, I wasn't even gonna go.

I'll be damned if I'm gonna let Marcel rot

right underneath Klaus's feet.

This might be our one chance to get him out.

I can deal with Klaus.

You will find Marcel,

or I will reconsider allowing you to live.

I like her, for what it's worth.

Uh, all the same,

I should've told you she was still here.

I'm sorry I didn't.

Well, you can make up for it by doing me a favor.

I learned about the man who killed my parents.

He was connected to the Hollow.

I was just a baby when they were killed.

I don't remember it, but I...

I do know where they were killed.

I was hoping, maybe,

with your spells and your witchcraft...

You want me to do a reading.

Hayley,

violent death has a very specific energy.

I could conjure up

whatever there is to see, but you might not like it.

I don't think I have a choice.

Well, you've outdone yourself.

I'm inclined to agree.

It's such a shame these lovely linens

will soon be red with blood.

Violence must only be seen as a last resort,

or it will only weaken our position.

Yes, well, I'm a creature of very specific habits.

Brother,

please remember, the plan tonight

is to create a false sense of security.

A little music, a little champagne,

some stealthy reconnaissance.

No bloodshed.

Do we understand each other?

They threatened me, they threatened my child.

Bloodshed is inevitable.

And if Hope should ever find out?

She worships you, Niklaus.

She must not see the monster.

I do not wish for her to see me as a monster,

but I cannot sit idly by while threats

to our family to go unanswered.

They won't.

Now, let me do this.

Please.

And should any turmoil arise,

should anyone dare to disrupt our kingdom,

let them answer to me.

How the mighty have fallen.

How the tables have turned.

Still trying to find the right idiom.