The Originals (2013–2018): Season 4, Episode 8 - Voodoo in My Blood - full transcript

Old wounds are re-opened when Elijah and Marcel are forced into an uneasy alliance. Together, they meet with Alaric who has tracked down a crucial artifact that could help in their fight against The Hollow.

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- 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.

_

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.

So are we to wander around
this dreary purgatory

in search of lost souls?

I wasn't sure you were gonna show up.

Well, I'm full of surprises.

I hope you intend to make
our trip worth the effort.

As a matter of fact, I do.

And you are gonna listen

to every single word I have to say,

because right now, I'm the only thing

standing between you and the Hollow.

How is Kol? Can't see anything
here except New Orleans.

I believe he's currently traipsing

through the French Riviera,
though I'm sure he'll return

once I tell him how lovely you remain.

- Death becomes you.
- Stop talking.

Gladly... once she tells us something

that could be of help,
because, as I recall,

when Freya kicked her
into this drab shadowland,

her brethren wanted to tear her apart.

You want to defeat the Hollow. So do I.

So do the Ancestors.

But first you need to know
what you're up against.

It begins a thousand years
before the city was founded.

Two rival tribes decided
to combine their power.

They thought that by uniting in peace,

they would enter a new age of harmony.

Ceccan ulanigv.

A marriage was arranged.

Two powerful witches joined together

to create a unified coven.

Ceccan ulanigv.

Ceccan ulanigv.

Ceccan ulanigv.

A ceremonial wedding.

Like the one Jack and I
had to unite our packs.

Let me guess.

Something went wrong.

That marriage bore a child.

Neltoca teoyohtica.

Neltoca teoyohtica.

For nine months, the tribe
elders visited the mother,

using magic to grant
the child great power

in hopes that the newborn would
become a symbol of prosperity.

But they had no idea what they
were bringing into the world.

She was named Inadu.

Soon it was clear that she was stronger

than anyone could imagine.

And that she had a terrible
hunger for more power still.

And that's how the Hollow was born.

Well, this is all frightening
fodder for campfire tales,

but how do we kill her?

You don't understand.

You can't.

Good thing we brought
the German sports car.

Says the man in the $5,000 suit.

Nine... if we're counting.

I'm not a barbarian.

All right, look, your
expert better pay off.

Otherwise, we're wasting
time that we don't have.

See, that's so very hurtful,
Marcellus, and here I thought

we were having a marvelous
galactic adventure together.

You think you're real cute, don't you?

Yeah, the only reason
that you invited me on

on this little road trip is
so you could play bodyguard.

- Baby-sitter.
- Keep my power

from falling into the
hands of the Hollow, right?

Now, see, you're always
working some angle

to protect your family.

At least Klaus is up front
about it, but not you with

your manners and your suits
and your handkerchiefs.

What do you want me to do?

We're under threat.

I know that, and I know
how you handle threats.

You made that clear

when you tore my heart
out five years ago.

And just so we're clear now,

there's no way I will
ever forgive you for that.

I don't expect you to.

I certainly never forgave myself.

Car trouble?

Yeah, it's the damndest thing.

Just died on me.

Unless you want to follow suit...

give me the bone.

Yeah. Sorry.

Some other guy called dibs.

And he's a real jerk.

Why are you laughing?

'Cause I know something that you don't.

And what's that?

I packed that trunk full of C-4.

If this thing is so powerful
it can't be destroyed,

why bring us here? Why
tell us all of this?

The Ancestors needed you to know.

Please inform the Ancestors

that they're a colossal
waste of my time.

I've been alive a thousand years.

I've never met anything I couldn't kill.

We will defeat this
pathetic phantom, as well.

It was her tribe

that turned her into this thing.

Her family should have stopped it.

You don't think they tried?

All they wanted was to
undue what their magic did.

But that was the beginning of the end.

Over time, she grew
and craved more power.

Inadu channeled life in all its forms.

Her hunger was insatiable.

She loved the fear
she inspired in others.

Her people knew her
as ruthless, unfeeling, empty.

Until that became her defining quality.

So they began to refer to
her by that single trait...

The Hollow.

She killed them all.

Not because they hurt
her or were unkind.

She did it for fun.

Well,

to be fair, we all have our bad days.

- You think this is a joke,
- No, but it is

a trifle tedious. Perhaps you could get

to the bit of the story
that might be of some use.

You want to defeat the Hollow?

She only has one weakness.

You have my undivided attention.

What is it?

You.

You're the one chance we have.

What the hell does that mean?

I'm done talking to you.

Davina?

Davina?!

Oh, thanks for coming.

Would have been a long
walk back to Mystic Falls.

Don't tell me this is your expert.

So what happened?

Well, aside for forfeiting
my lease, I blew up

one of those vampire-witch combos

when she tried to take the bone.

What did she look like?

Oh. Brunette,

gorgeous, lace top.

Black jacket, glowing blue eyes.

Sofya.

The Hollow's inside
Sofya, probably using her.

Or using all of us.

Oh, we got to find a way to save her.

Or put her out of her misery.

I'm sorry. What? Did I hear that right?

Oh, that's right. That is
the Mikaelson way, isn't it?

I mean, why try to save someone
when you can just kill 'em?

Hey, I love a good grudge
just as much as the next guy,

but do you want to stand
around whining about a missing

finger bone, or do you
want to talk about a ledger

that points us to where
the other bones might be?

I studied the records, and I
got a family name... Del Robles.

Bloodline ends ten
years ago, and according

to the Lockwood records,

somebody in that family is buried

with one of those mystical bones.

Where?

Black Clay Cemetery in the Treme.

- Well, Sofya has a head start.
- Hey, wait, wait, wait, wait.

That cemetery was
redeployed. Too much flooding.

Now the bodies were moved
to two separate locales...

The Haves and the Have Nots.

Del Robles were aristocracy.

Okay, it means their crypt was
moved to St. Ailbhe Cemetery.

Yeah, that sounds like
fun, but on the way,

can you drop me off at the ER? Thanks.

What the hell is all this?

This is what's needed if we want

- to stop the Hollow.
- What's needed

- is Klaus.
- No, Hayley, we only need you.

What are you talking about?

It all comes down to the bloodline.

That's the only thing
that worked against her.

When her evil became too great to bear,

the tribes united to defeat her.

Tribe elders managed to capture
her using mystical bindings.

But even with all that
power, Inadu was too strong.

Death seemed the only solution.

Four of the strongest elders

each imbued a part of their magic

into a mighty ax.

When the weapon was ready...

they relied on her mother,

the one who gave her life,

to be the one to take her life.

But before she could kill her child,

Inadu cast a final spell.

Hashi nvgidgia nvsadi.

One powered by her own death.

A curse upon all present that night.

She bound them to the full moon,

so that once a month they
would turn into the very beasts

they used to hunt her.

The Hollow created the werewolf curse.

You bear the mark of the Crescent.

So did she.

And her mother... Who, once cursed,

became the first of the werewolves.

The others fled,

becoming the six other
wolves you know today.

But it was your line that began it all,

and yours alone that still
has power over the Hollow.

That's why she's been hunting Labonairs.

The Hollow fears you.

She wants you dead.

And if you die,

there's only one Labonair left.

Hope.

You can protect your daughter, Hayley.

But I need you to trust me.

Here's the "Del Robles" crypt.

Looks like, given the body count,

we're gonna have to
check thousands of bones.

"Our hearts will always
defend this land."

I think it's some kind of clue.

Let's get to work.

The Ancestors can't find the Hollow,

which means she's chosen a host.

Now, if you can track
her, you can fight her.

Your blood is her weakness, so use it.

Once your spirit's free, I can use Klaus

to cast a spell to
imprison her for good.

Remember, Hayley, this won't
work if you don't trust me.

You know what to do.

Marcel.

Olivia Tierra Del Robles.

Tierra, of course, means land.

As in all the hearts will defend it.

Mmm.

Watch yourself.

And there's our bone.

Now give it to me.

Yeah. I don't think so.

I'm not gonna ask you again.

You have one of the bones already.

The smart play would
be to keep them divided,

yet still in the hands

of an ally you trust.

So I guess you're just
gonna have to trust me,

Elijah.

I don't have to trust anyone.

Careful, Elijah.

Your true colors are starting to show.

Yeah. You may talk a big game,

but when it comes down to it,

you'll always be a poster
boy for violence first.

Always and forever.

You men and your silly posturing.

You should know better.

After all, your prize
already belongs to me.

Sofya, I know you're still in there.

She is.

Strong soul rattling
around in a dying shell.

But like all the rest of you,
she's nothing compared to me.

One last time.

Give me what I seek.

- Why don't you come get it?
- Fair enough.

So long as you're prepared to die.

Now the game comes to an end.

Not just yet.

What have you done with Hayley?

I sent her to save us all.

Really?

Or is this your idea of revenge?

Holding me captive here?

I don't care about revenge.

I'm a New Orleans witch
and I will protect my home.

Not just for me, but
for your daughter, too.

- Then release me.
- No.

I need you here.

You see, we have the same problem

that the tribes did.

After the tribe killed Inadu,

her spirit became more powerful.

She haunted them.

The blue lights.

Yes.

So they burned her remains,

but not all the pieces
could be destroyed.

As long as those pieces were together,

her power only grew.

The indestructible bones

were distributed among four families...

each charged with
keeping the bones apart,

so that they would never
come together again.

Now that she's free, she won't stop

until those pieces are gathered.

Well, then put her back in the prison

that held her for the last eon.

I will.

And that's what you're here for.

Hurts, huh?

My blood?

Whoever told you how to destroy me

left a little something out.

Trapping me requires
the release of power.

The kind you get when

you sacrifice the life of an immortal.

So you channel my power...

and you imprison the Hollow.

And how long, exactly,
am I to play battery?

You still don't get it, do you, Klaus?

You're not a battery.

You're a sacrifice.

Tell me,

which of you will die

to stop me?

No one is dying today.

Well, then I guess we're done.

You okay?

I think someone is going to die.

Davina has Klaus.

Wait... Davina?

The Ancestors need

a sacrifice to put the
Hollow down for good.

Davina will not hesitate.

Well, I must say,

it's adorable you think you're able

to end my life, but you
lack the means, sweetheart.

The Hollow created the means.

Thorns from a rosebush
grown from Marcel's blood.

That's all I need.

And I've already sent the
Harvest Girls to go get some.

When they return,

your time is up.

So to cage the Hollow,
you need to kill me?

It's a bit convenient, isn't it?

I helped break the
link to the Ancestors,

which is how the Hollow escaped.

If you have to blame someone,

blame me, I don't care.

You're going to die
a slow, painful death.

I'm sorry,

but the best I can do is make
it a little easier for you.

Davina...

Davina, don't.

You should wait here.

She still blames the
Mikaelsons for what happened.

You'll just make it worse.

Davina.

Don't try to stop me, Marcel.

If I don't kill Klaus, if
I don't put down the Hollow,

she'll come for all of you.

She'll burn the entire city.

Davina, please.

D. There's got to be another way.

No.

I was just waiting for the weapon,

but now that you're here...

I'm sorry.

- But you need to kill him.
- No, Davina.

He's lived ten lifetimes,
that's more than enough.

No. He's Hope's father.

She'll still have you.

But if we don't stop the Hollow,

then Hope will die.

You can save her, Marcel.

- And everyone in New Orleans.
- Stop this.

This is about your grievances with me.

This has nothing to do with you.

This is about a sacrifice.

One death for the greater good.

Then take me.

- Elijah, no.
- No.

If indeed there is no other way...

then end this now.

No. No.

No, nobody's dying today.

Then I'll do it myself.

No! Davina!

Davina!

- Davina, please...
- You don't have to do this.

I'm sorry, it's the only way.

No!

You promised to help,
but you're not helping.

You're hurting us,

and I won't let you.

My dad said you study this stuff.

Yeah, that's right.

There are a lot of amazing
things in the world to study.

And some of them are even things
that don't want to hurt you.

And what do you have there?

These are for serenity.

And this one is for stillness.

They'll keep the flowers in bloom.

Now, did you teach yourself all that?

Well, I did read about it in
one of my Aunt Freya's books.

She's helping me learn,

but some stuff I figured out on my own.

Mm.

Well... that is all very impressive.

She's an impressive young lady.

It's good meeting you,

littlest Mikaelson.

I'll be seeing you around.

Those for me?

After what you did today,

your dad compelled the
entire Magnolia candy shop.

Dad seemed sad.

I think that he wanted to be
the one doing the helping today.

But we both agreed on one thing:

you were very, very brave.

I just thought about what you would do.

It's like you always say:
if we stick together,

nothing can hurt us.

Always and forever.

I suppose I owe you thanks.

Well, staying the hell out of Virginia

is all the thanks I need.

Well, then perhaps we should forgo

a trip down memory lane.

Look, from one father to another,

you're not gonna be able

to keep Hope locked up much longer.

And I'm guessing you know that

Caroline and I have built a school.

It's a place for kids

with supernatural
leanings, just like Hope.

Our two girls are thriving there.

They are learning to use
their powers for good...

and to embrace their
identities without fear.

Hope would always be welcome there.

Give my regards to Mystic Falls.

What were you thinking?

You can't promise me a future

and then offer yourself up to die.

Survival demands sacrifice.

There is always another way, Elijah.

There wasn't time for another way.

Well, Hope just got her family

and she needs you.

Hope needs her father.

I need you.

I love you.

But we've got to figure
out a way to fight and win

and still have something that
I recognize as a good life.

Rebekah asked me

if there was somewhere
I could go to be happy.

Begin again.

Manosque.

It's this...

beautiful village in the
south of France, the...

countryside.

And when we end this...

and we will end this...

I'll take you there.

And...

promise you...

I will make this right.

Then start by giving this to Marcel.

D, I'm sorry.

When I lost you, my world fell apart,

and I went through all the stages.

I went through my whole rage spiral.

I took it out on Klaus, Elijah,

and they deserved what they got.

But, um...

now that it's all said and done,

and... and you're still gone,

the, uh...

the only thing that keeps me in check

is a code that I had...

when I was a kid.

Growing up, I saw firsthand
what happens without one.

You might think that I let you down.

But I know that there is another way.

I believe that.

Even now.

I just hope you still believe in me.

Are you ready to die, Elijah?

Because I'm quite ready to live.