The Originals

- Previously on The Originals... - So, tell me, exactly how much

of this cursed rosebush is there?

Enough to kill you

and your whole family ten times over.

The Ancestors are gone. We need a new strategy.

To keep the Hollow at bay.

We blew up the link that allows 'em

to access this world,

but if there's a shred of Davina left

over there, then...

she can accept the sacrifice

and restore the link.

Do you really think that weapon can kill Marcel?

It will be powerful enough to kill him.

The Hollow has been haunting the city for a very long time.

It's looking for something. Four things, by the sound of it.

And I'm pretty sure that I have one of 'em.

When a witch wishes to be reborn,

its remains are required to complete the spell.

You've just found a piece of our enemy.

Who has the other three?

Dominic said that he had found something here.

The Tunde Blade...

It's gone.

I've been tracking the lineage. Entrusted to be

the guardians of a bone, like Hayley's family.

Tyler Lockwood.

So the bones are in Mystic Falls.

This thing has followers everywhere.

If they get to the other bones before we do...

Then they will try to raise this monstrosity,

and it will come for us all.

Do you know who I am?

You will give me a safe place to hide.

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Hope, what's going on?

Mom?

Can you hear them, too?

What's going on?

Look at me. Tell me what you heard.

Voices. They said that we're connected to this. You and me.

If this fossil has been whispering lies,

I'll gladly throw it in the river.

No. Not the bone.

The witches. The Ancestors.

They have a message for us.

A warning.

- Tell me what they said. - They want you

to go to St. Anne's Church to talk to them.

They said you have to do exactly what they say,

and you have to do it now.

Before the Hollow comes for us.

You need to relax.

I'm on my way to New Orleans right now.

And I have good news.

I went through the remains of the Lockwood estate,

and I found you one creepy-ass,

ancient finger bone.

Your efforts are appreciated.

Now, if you could only pick up the pace.

Easy, Klaus. The only reason I'm heading

your way is because I don't want you anywhere near Mystic Falls.

Things tend to get murder-y when you're around.

Well, that's a fair point.

Now, Alaric, if our pleasantries have run their course...

Oh, hey, listen, one more thing.

The Lockwoods, they didn't just safeguard the bone...

They kept records with names, dates and locations.

Turns out they had knowledge of other families

that were charged with guarding the rest of the remains.

Now, does the name Labonair mean anything to you?

- It's familiar, yeah. - Well, good.

That might be a lead to help you find the rest of the remains.

Which you'll have to do yourself,

because my days of fighting monsters are over.

Okay, so here's the deal...

I will be at Jack's Bar-B-Q Shack off Route 59 until 2:00.

If you're not there by 2:10, I chuck the bone and the records

in a Dumpster and I'm gone.

And then you can fish them out of the trash yourself.

Well, I'm afraid I'll be otherwise occupied,

so you'll be meeting Elijah. And if, perchance,

he's running late, I suggest you exercise some patience

and have yourself a beer.

Otherwise, you'll have a few more monsters to worry about.

Please don't go.

The whole point of you going to Vincent was to get

the Ancestors on our side. Find the bones,

stop the Hollow from getting her body back...

Why are you doing this?

Because they've asked me to.

Who else is gonna go, you?

You slit the throats of four witches.

That was a necessity.

Really? Was it?

'Cause it seems like there's always some necessity

for some awful thing.

We are at war with a creature we barely understand.

That's the point.

We don't understand this thing

or how to stop it.

But one thing is for sure... We need help.

And I'm gonna go get it.

She's not wrong.

We do need allies.

While we appeal to the local spirits,

you and Marcel should marshal forces.

I beg your pardon.

We are in a race to find those bones.

Marcel knows the city.

He's the enemy of our enemy.

Look, perhaps it's time to mend bridges,

rather than throw people off them.

Hmm?

We got one priority today,

keep the Hollow from getting her hands on the last two bones.

The Mikaelsons got one, the Hollow's got another.

Which is why we're gonna check with every antique dealer,

junk collector, and local historian

until we control the final pieces.

Now, if this vile spirit gets her hands on the bones first,

she'll be impossible to kill.

This is old magic. The covens can't stop it.

But that is our city.

All right? We protect it, no matter what we got to do

or who we got to kill.

We've had five years of peace, and I intend

to keep it that way, but I need your help.

All right?

Now get out there. Go get 'em.

I have been looking everywhere for you.

I'm flattered.

But I had business to take care of.

Klaus said you tried to rescue me.

He also said your boy Dominic was an acolyte of the Hollow.

I only made a deal with Dominic to try and save you.

Now that you're back,

I'd like to figure out how we can put our problems to bed,

once and for all.

It's quiet.

Of course it's quiet. It's a trap.

- We don't know that. - New Orleans witches

have hated my family for three centuries.

Of course it's a trap.

The coven protects their own.

Hope's one of them now. She's part of their legacy.

Hope is a far cry from a French Quarter fortune-teller.

And while we're on the subject, she's seven.

If anyone wants to talk to her, they should ask my permission.

You're gonna be a lot of fun when she starts dating.

I'm gonna be a perfect gentleman.

And should any of her suitors fail to meet my expectations,

I'll compel them to the priesthood.

Oh, look, Harvest Girls.

I assume you speak

on behalf of your Ancestors.

Provided that you've come in peace.

Well, that depends on you, doesn't it?

We don't want a fight.

We're here to offer a deal.

Although your brother did murder all four of us,

so let's not pretend we're friends.

Please consider all pretense of friendship dropped.

Where are the Ancestors?

I'm sure your men will find the bones.

By compulsion or alternative forms of persuasion.

Of course. Just takes time.

Of which we have none.

The hell are you doing here?

We need to talk.

If you wouldn't mind.

Excuse us.

Make it quick.

I need your help.

Meeting an expert shortly.

He'll be coming by way of Mystic Falls, carrying one of the bones

and the means to find another.

Between the three of us, we should have those remains

by sundown.

Why should I trust you?

For that matter, why would you trust me?

I don't.

But why should we let old grievances hinder

our common goal?

Here's a proposal.

You come with me,

I surrender the only weapon that can take your life.

We need your blood.

That's funny, I didn't hear you say "please."

If you want answers, we have to guide you to the Ancestors.

- But since you aren't witches... - We need to bend the rules.

- How? - Simple loophole.

You're both bound by blood to a New Orleans witch.

We can use the link to your child to cast a spell

and link you to an audience with the dead.

Why do I get the feeling there's something you're not mentioning?

Just one thing... This is gonna hurt.

Now can I be angry at them?

Get angry later.

We're here now. We may as well get some answers.