The Originals (2013–2018): Season 1, Episode 14 - Long Way Back from Hell - full transcript

Rebekah's past comes back to haunt her.

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Previously on The Originals...

Our community is under attack.

They're declaring war on us.

All his life, there has
only ever been one man

he has truly feared.
My father, Mikael.

All we need is a witch
who can help us find him.

Celeste.
- How did you know?

If you have come here
seeking revenge, don't--

Oh, I'll have my revenge.
Starting with Klaus.

He is gonna know pain and torment
like he's never felt before.

Then that leaves Rebekah,
the tragic sister.



She's about to find herself
in quite the predicament.

Genevieve knows
where your sister is.

Bastianna has Klaus
tucked away someplace safe.

I guess always isn't forever,
after all.

Who's there?

How the hell did I get here?

Genevieve.
- Rebekah.

Tell me you're not leaving, already.
I thought we might reminisce.

My siblings have been taken.
Where are they?

You're interrupting
my Aunt Sophie's consecration.

- How did this happen?
- Aunt Sophie was a casualty of war.

Monique, I recommend you give me
what I want

unless, of course,
you'd like me to level this place

and everything in it.



That won't be necessary.

I have a message for you.
From Celeste.

To find what you're looking for,
follow the path she left behind.

What the hell are you doing,
you ruthless bitch?

Poor Rebekah.
You should rest.

You're looking a little piqued.

of course, that's to be expected,

given the rather impressive amount
of werewolf venom in your system.

How did you like that wolf-boy,
by the way?

I thought he seemed like your type.
Trashy and willing.

If I weren't so bloody sick,
I'd rip your head off.

But you are sick.

And comforting the sick
always was a talent of mine.

I take care of my friends.

We were friends, weren't we?

Of course we were.

We were friends, weren't we?

There, there.

Unidentified sick man.

on...

That can't be good.

You, Red.

Here.
Try to take a sip of this.

Hmm.

Just like magic.

But then, again,
what would you expect

from a practicing witch?

It's a simple, herbal remedy.

Won't stop the inevitable

but it should ease his pain
and quiet his lungs.

For a while, at least.

You're quite good at this, Miss--
What was your name, again?

Genevieve.
- Lovely.

Perhaps you could give me
some pointers.

Certainly.
Though it is a bit odd.

A vampire, sewing as nurse.

Please, darling,
I'm an Original vampire.

If my city is under attack
from this nasty influenza,

it is my duty to lend a hand.

Besides, if this entire lot dies,
who'd be left to eat?

You're wicked.

You know, I think you and I
are going to be fast friends.

What say, you join me at this swell,
little jazz joint

I've discovered
on Basin Street tonight?

We can toast to the health
of New Orleans.

Oh, I don't know.

You, you should come too.

After playing angels of mercy
all day,

I'd say we all deserve some fun.

Anything?

They're putting eyes
and ears out everywhere.

Daywalkers are working
every contact we got.

Cops, dock-workers,
guys in the Treme. Word is out.

Anyone trying to earn favor with me
gets a lifetime of it,

-if they find them.
- Good. I need a pen and paper.

Hey.
Am I taking orders from you, now?

Or are we in this together?

Pen and paper, Marcellus. Now.

I want her back
just as much as you do, you know.

Both of them.

Hayley?
- Elijah. You're back.

Did you find anything?

What is happening?

I need you to make a list
of these names. Please.

Okay-

"Sabine."
Elijah, what is this?

I believe they represent the names

of women Celeste inhabited
for the past two centuries.

it's called the devinette.
It's old-school, kind of a riddle.

Witches use them
to teach their kids.

Solve it and it disappears.

Why? What's the point?

Celeste forced me to make a choice
between yourself and my siblings

and now, she means to mock
that choice,

taunting me with a childish game.

The longer the game,
the more they suffer.

So, to find Niklaus and Rebekah,
we need to solve this riddle.

The solution lies
somewhere in these names.

The name next to Sabine,
"Annie LaFleur."

She's a witch that was shunned
from her coven just over a year ago.

I never knew why
but I can find out.

You poor thing.

Don't worry.
I'm here to help.

Annie was a good girl.

Witches done her wrong,
shunning her like that.

Saying that she's doing dark magic.
There's no way.

They had proof.

So she just quit.

I can't really blame her for that.

Because once you've been shunned,

what's the point of going on?
You know?

- She killed herself?
- Yes.

Drowned herself in the
Mississippi to be precise.

Celeste had clearly tired
of the body

and was ready to take Sabine's.

How do you know that?

She leapt to her death
from the very location

Celeste and I had our first kiss.

Poetic, I guess,
in a creepy, vendetta kind of way.

All these names,
these lives, stolen,

that Celeste might take her revenge.

I suppose we have no choice
but to see where they take us.

Hayley, I have to go.
I'll call you back.

- Elijah, wait.
- What is it?

Ask Marcel if he knows anything
about a name on that list.

Brynne Deveraux.

Sophie said that it was
her family's bloodline

that put the curse
on the Crescent Wolves

but Celeste said that she was
the only one that could break it.

If Brynne Deveraux
was actually Celeste,

when she cast the spell, then,
maybe Celeste can still break it.

I'll see what he knows.

Elijah?

I'm really sorry
that you're going through this.

If I'd known that Celeste
had made you choose who to help--

You were going to die in that fire,
Hayley,

along with my brother's child.

There was no choice.

My wound isn't healing.

The amount of dark magic
contained in that blade,

it's gonna take a little while.

You're one of them, aren't you?

The witches back from the dead,
seeking vengeance.

Why show me kindness?

You never did anything to me.

And the truth is,
seeing you like this,

I can't help but pity you.

Well, then, betray the others
and stand with me.

I will reward you
in ways you cannot possibly fathom.

Klaus Mikaelson offering a deal
to little, old me?

I should be flattered.

But first, we need to have a talk
about your sister.

Rebekah is of no concern to you.
If you mean to harm her...

The protective brother.

Shame that loyalty
isn't reciprocated.

But then, I'm no stranger
to Rebekah's treachery.

Something you and I
have in common.

Here. Drink.

I'm just trying to help you.
Heal you.

Get you to see the truth

that's been right in front of you
for almost a century.

Your sister had
an unfortunate run-in

with some wolves, last night.

I imagine you're tasting
the venom in her blood.

It's the only way I can show you
what you need to see.

In her weakened state,

I'll be able to guide her
down Memory Lane.

That's how I'm gonna have
my revenge.

By showing you her betrayal.

Niklaus.

Marcel.
Have some respect.

Yeah, I don't think they mind.

Did you ask Genevieve
about doing the spell?

I will.
When the time is right.

Rebekah. You been hanging
around that witch for weeks

waiting for the time to be right.

She wasn't supposed
to become your sidekick.

One little spell
and we could finally be together,

for real.

What are you waiting for?

She's a sweet girl, is all.

If you must know,
I feel badly for using her.

Then, we'll find another witch.

One you don't have to fake
a friendship with.

Unless you changed your mind.

I want to wake up with you
in our home,

in the bed that we share.

I want to walk down the street
with you by my side

so that everyone knows
that you are mine and I am yours.

I don't want to be afraid

of what my brother will do to me
for loving you.

If this is the only way to get it, then...

No, my mind hasn't changed.

Oh. Oh!

I didn't know anyone was in here,
I'm so sorry.

Genevieve.

Genevieve, wait.

I'm sorry.

So, this is your great betrayal?

My sister and Marcel,

they've been sneaking around
behind my back

for the better part
of two centuries.

Yes.
Against all your warnings.

You'd disciplined them for it, before,
had you not?

Harshly, I understand.

- I have my reasons.
- Oh, you don't have to convince me.

As far as I'm concerned,
you only needed one.

That it suited you.

Have you ever read
the Old Testament, Nik?

You see...

...God wasn't powerful
because he was right.

He was right
because he was powerful.

I don't know what you're playing at.

But if the sum total of your plan
to turn me against my sister

was this revelation,

this will have been
a wholly ineffective endeavor.

You poor thing.

After a thousand years,

dishonesty from your family
has come to be expected.

I wish that was the sum total
of their treachery.

Unfortunately, it's not.

What do you want from me?

Well, I assume you're familiar
with this pigsty.

Quite appropriately known
as "The Pit."

See, awkwardly enough,
only weeks ago,

a group of human beings,
just like yourself,

slaughtered many of the companions
of the vampires

that you see assembled
before you here.

You run the records room
at City Hall.

We're told the former mayor
kept a detailed record

of the supernatural community.

A ledger of names of witches,
werewolves and vampires,

specifically, their death records.

We need it.

I don't know where it is.

I think we both know that's a fib.
Anyone feeling hungry?

Okay, okay, wait.

They moved the records
after the mayor died.

They're at the sacristy
of Saint Anne's Church.

You see?

There.

Wasn't so difficult now, was it?

Rough day?

Oh, Beks.
Those bites are looking nasty.

Why make me relive the past?
We both know how it ends.

You and I both know.

But I thought your brother
might like to hear our story.

So I linked your mind to his.
You're gonna show him everything.

No. No, please, don't do that to me,
I'll do anything.

It's too late, friend.

Marcel, here's another name
from our list, "Brynne Deveraux"?

Says here she drowned herself
some 20 years ago.

Do you recognize the name?

Brynne? Yeah, yeah, we used
to hang out, knock around a bit.

You can spare me the details,
please.

She used to do some spells for me
now and then.

Girl had power.

Cursed a whole pack
of werewolves

just because
they were pissing me off.

Speaking of...

What do you think Klaus is gonna do

once he finds out
that you left him to suffer,

while you saved Hayley
and her wolf friends.

Let's avoid discussing matters
that are not your concern,

shall we, Marcellus?

Oh, come on, Elijah.
I got guys all over this city.

You honestly think that I don't know

that the Crescent Wolves
had a little family reunion

out at the plantation last night?

Thanks for letting the house burn,
by the way. Good riddance.

But my question is:
What's Hayley doing with that bunch?

Marcel, I'm aware of your history
with this city's wolves

and I assume you understand that
if you lay a finger upon Hayley,

it will be the last thing you do
on this Earth.

Okay. I see I hit a nerve.

And just when we were getting along.

We were right.

Every name upon my flesh
signifies a witch who died

by her own hand, all but one.

"Clara Summerlin."

- Ring any bells?
- None.

Okay, well,
if she didn't off herself,

-then how'd she die?
- Influenza. Epidemic of 1919.

I suppose we have our answer.

Only I have no idea what it means.

No.

Please.

Your sister's tryst with Marcel
was only the beginning.

You see,
the burden of your condemnation

had become too great.

And as a result,
your deepest fear came to pass.

That their love for each other
would overshadow their love for you.

Turn it into hate.

Nik, they conspired
to rid themselves of you for good.

You're anything but.

Okay, next round's on me.

Clara Summerlin, no.
I'll be soused.

Get it, while you can,
it's the last real gin in the city.

Bartender?

You're nothing like
I thought you'd be

when I first met you.

I was brought up
to think your kind were--

- Well...
- An abomination of nature?

You're anything but.

Not just you,
your whole family is so...

...elegant.

Yes, I agree,
Elijah is quite peerless.

I don't know, I mean,
he's nice and all.

But if I had to go
for one Mikaelson boy.

Klaus?

Genevieve, who would've thought
a saintly, little witch like you

would go for the bad boys?

I knew
we were destined to be friends.

Martini, please.

Ooh!

Don't move. Please.

Allow me.

Keep it.
It's yours.

Well,
there's a load of us Mikaelsons.

If you like bad boys,
you'd love my brother, Kol.

And where is this mystery brother
of yours?

It's complicated.

Like all siblings,
we've had our ups and downs.

Family feuds.

In fact,
I was thinking of reaching out

to someone we haven't seen
in a very long while.

I was hoping that maybe
you could help me contact them.

But it would have to be a surprise.
No one could know.

Of course.

You want me
to find your brother, Kol?

Actually, I'd like you to find Mikael.
Our father.

Enough of your lies!

Don't dismember the messenger.

Part of you must have known.
Suspected, at least.

Your father came
to New Orleans in 1919 to kill you.

Did he not?

And as the city burned,
he nearly succeeded.

My family and I

have done some terrible things
to each other over the years.

But Rebekah
would not call my father.

No matter how angry she was.

It's sweet of you to believe that.

To believe in her.

But by the time we're done here,
you'll know just how wrong you are.

Hey, look, I found--

You were right
about the Deveraux witch.

Find anything about Clara,
the mystery witch?

Not much.

She was a nurse
at the Fleur-de-Lis Sanatorium.

Recognize her?
Top row, second from the right.

No. I don't.

Marcel-- Marcel?

Do I need to remind you
that Niklaus and Rebekah

are somewhere suffering horribly?
If you know something...

...talk.

Sanatorium.
That's where you'll find them.

You sure?
How do you know?

- I just know.
- How do you know?

If I'm right...

...you need to know exactly
what we're walking into.

We did something, Rebekah and I.

I think the witches
are trying to use it against her.

it's something
that you're not gonna like.

Are you ready to see more proof?

- What do you see?
- My father's blade.

It went missing
when I was a boy.

He beat me half-to-death.
So sure I had stolen it.

Rebekah was so kind to me
in the weeks after the beating

I should have known
she was the culprit.

She never could stand weapons
were things not meant for girls.

No!

My sister.

Rebekah.

Rebekah!

For the better part of a century,
I have wondered how Father found us.

What foolish mistake
that we had made,

to destroy our time
in the one place

that we could finally call home.

Do you know, I even blamed myself
for a time, Marcellus.

- Elijah.
- Niklaus treated you like a son.

- And Rebekah--
- I loved her. I still love her.

All we ever wanted
was to be together

but as long as Klaus was around,
that was never gonna happen.

But hey, I guess you wouldn't know
anything about that, huh?

When Niklaus learns the truth,
there will be no end to his rage.

I will not let my sister
suffer that wrath.

Then we need to get to them
before he learns the truth.

Just give it up, Rebekah.
It's inevitable at this point.

- Sabine.
- I prefer, Celeste, actually.

All these names I've had
over the years

and I still prefer the first.

Perhaps it was the way it sounded
on Elijah's lips.

Like a declaration of love.

Oh, he was a good liar.
All of you are.

Say what you will about me
but Elijah is a good man.

Still defending him.
Even until the bitter end.

Good.
I'm counting on that familial love.

It'll be the ruin of you all.

Now that Klaus knows
what you've done,

he'll never stop
until he's had his revenge.

He'll kill Marcel
and do something horrible to you.

Elijah will never forgive him.

Your betrayal will ultimately
pit brother against brother.

And the fabled "Mikaelson bond"
will crumble.

- I'll kill you, you bitch.
- You already did.

Though, at the time,
I wore a different face.

Genevieve, we need to talk.
Privately.

I'll be fine here, you go ahead.
You should wash up, anyway.

Hey.
Incinerate that as soon as you can.

You were the other one.
Clara.

You should have minded
your own business.

I suspected my friend
was being exploited.

It was my business.

"Call it off."
Are you mad?

I was wrong.

It was stupid, and impulsive
and it will ruin us, Genevieve.

Not just Klaus but Elijah too.

I risked tearing our family apart
for my own, selfish happiness.

I am begging you. Please.
Don't bring Mikael here.

If Klaus finds out
what we have done,

what you have done...

Klaus will kill me.
He'll kill my entire family.

Which is exactly
why I need you to undo it.

It doesn't work that way.

There is no "undoing it."
Mikael is coming.

The only hope now
is tell Klaus the truth.

Confess what we've done.

That is not an option.

He will dagger me
and leave me in a box for centuries.

You will not say a word.

You used me.

This whole time, our friendship,
all you wanted was a favor.

And now, you want to take it back?

Well, you can't.

And I will not suffer

because I was foolish enough
to trust you.

It was a mistake.
I know that, now.

But that one mistake
will destroy us.

You brought this on yourself.

I will not be destroyed
along with you.

I'm so sorry, Genevieve.

But if you tell Niklaus
you summoned Mikael,

you're dead, either way.

Genevieve?
ls everything all right?

So you infected me too.

Compelled the orderlies to keep us
in quarantine until we died.

Fortunately, I just took another body.

Genevieve wasn't so lucky.

Well, now that she's back...

...you're the one
whose luck's run out.

I'm sorry.

I know how much this hurts.

To see what she did.

To see who she really is.

But you needed to know.

You needed to see it.

And now that you have,
you can take your revenge.

Our revenge.

Please.
Go ahead.

You'll need your strength
for what comes next.

Rebekah!

Rebekah!

We should divide the building.

I'll start atone end,
you at the other.

Nik. Nik, it isn't true.

I want to believe you, sister.

But your face tells
a different story.

You cannot hide from me, Rebekah!

Nor can you run.

This ends now.

Hey, there, witch-bitch.

You and I
are gonna have a little chat.

Rebekah!

Tired of running?

I know how much you enjoy the chase.
I'd sooner deny you the pleasure.

Well, then, I'll take my pleasures
in other ways.

No more daggered-in-a-box
for you.

Trust me, sister. You'll long
for what the dagger offered.

This will be far less merciful.

How to describe exactly
what this blade does?

You don't have to do this, Nik.

After I plunge this into your heart,
you will be immobilized,

imprisoned in a state of raw,
inescapable anguish.

Time loses all meaning.

It's not unlike a living hell,
which I find rather fitting

given your treachery.

Then, do it.
If that's what you really want.

Are we skipping the part
where you beg for mercy?

For forgiveness?

Because I was really
looking forward to that.

I'll pass.

I know better than to think
it would do me any good.

That's it, then?
You concede.

Like a lamb to the slaughter.

What would your father
think of you, now?

Just the man I wanted to see.

Rebekah's punishment
won't be complete

until she watches you die.

Nik, it was my idea
to summon Mikael.

If you're gonna hurt anyone,
it should be me.

Such loyalty to your beloved.

You know...

If you had offered me
even a fraction of the same,

I wouldn't have to do this.

Go.

Both of you, run as far
and as fast as you can.

Run!