A Closer Walk With Thee/Transcript

[***Note: I am not a French speaker, so those of you who do speak French who are reading this should definitely correct the French spells and phrases that I most likely got wrong! Thank you!]

ST. ANN'S CHURCH (Dream Sequence)
[The citizens of the French Quarter all prepare themselves for Father Kieran's funeral service. A long line of community members and family, including Cami, Francesca, Genevieve, and Marcel, make their way to Father Kieran's open casket to pay their respects. Klaus arrives late, and by the time he reaches the casket, everyone else at the service is already seated in the pews. He greets Cami and gives her a kiss on the cheek before going to give his respects to Father Kieran. However, when he opens the casket, Father Kieran is gone, and in his place is a baby. The baby coos at him, and he smiles]


 * KLAUS: Hi.

[Klaus reaches down to pick the baby up, but before he can, a squishing noise is heard, and blood pours from Klaus' mouth. He's been staked from behind with the indestructible white oak stake. When Klaus turns around, Mikael is standing there, grinning. He grabs Klaus in a chokehold]


 * MIKAEL: [sneers] Greetings, boy.

[Klaus awakens with a start in his bedroom in the Abbatoir compound. After gasping for a few moments, he lies back down in bed]

OPENING CREDITS & TITLE CARD

PARK
[Genevieve, Monique, Davina, and Abigail walk through a park as Genevieve continues to lecture the girls on magic and the supernatural]


 * GENEVIEVE: New Orleans is full of ghosts. Our dead are always here, hovering. When supernatural creatures die, they're doomed to spend eternity alone, watching the world go on without them. Of course, that's not the case with the ancestral witches. We linger in a different way: consecrated in the earth, replenishing its power.


 * DAVINA: ...What about humans?


 * GENEVIEVE: [hesitates] Some find peace. Some...don't. [beat] I have to make an appearance at the priest's wake. You three head back to the Le Sais, take some time to think about those spirits who might still be walking alongside you.

[Davina and Abigail take their leave, but Monique follows Genevieve as she walks to the funeral service]


 * MONIQUE: I don't know why we're supposed to care about Kieran O'Connell.


 * GENEVIEVE: We care, because when a pillar of our community passes, Monique, you call a cease-fire and pay your respects.


 * MONIQUE: Or, you just want to see Klaus. You two are getting cozy.


 * GENEVIEVE: I need the Mikaelsons to trust me so I can get close enough--


 * MONIQUE: --To kill their baby?


 * GENEVIEVE: [frustrated and annoyed] To fullfill my obligation to our ancestors. Go home, Monique.

[Genevieve walks away. Monique frowns as she watches her leave]

ROUSSEAU'S--Father Kieran's Wake
[At Rousseau's, the Quarter is throwing an Irish-style wake in his honor, complete with Irish music, lots of alcohol, and tons of people who have gathered to share stories of Father Kieran and celebrate his life. Klaus sits alone at a table with a glass of scotch, and is joined by Cami]


 * CAMI: Hey! Earth to you!


 * KLAUS: [notices the wounds on her face] Your face--


 * CAMI: --Will heal. Listen, I wanted to thank you--


 * KLAUS: [holds up glass] --Unless you've come equipped with the means to fill this, no additional platitudes are necessary.


 * CAMI: Okay... I'm in a crap mood because my uncle just died, and people are partying like it's Mardi Gras. What's your excuse? [notices Klaus scowling] Klaus, seriously, what's going on?


 * KLAUS: I've been having these dreams about my dead father. No diagnosis necessary, love. I've already got this one covered: my fears of fatherhood, of scarring my child as my father scarred me, are manifesting as nightmares. [smiles fakely and takes a long drink] It's horrifically cliche.


 * CAMI: Truthfully? I'm just surprised to hear you acknowledge out loud that you're going to be a dad. Your baby mama has been living out in the bayou for months, it's not exactly What To Expect When You're Expecting.

[Marcel enters the bar, which Klaus notices as he listens to Cami speak]


 * KLAUS: [to Cami] I know more about the trials of fatherhood than you might imagine, Camille.


 * CAMI: [sees Marcel walk up to the bar] And it worked out for you so well the first time, why change a thing? [leaves table]

[Klaus catches Marcel's eye across the restaurant, which triggers a memory/flashback]

FLASHBACK: 1830s
[Klaus enters the Governor's home for a meeting, with young Marcel in tow behind him]


 * GOVERNOR: Well, I see you've come to return some stolen property.


 * KLAUS: On the contrary, I've decided the boy shall remain with me.


 * GOVERNOR: Unfortunately, he's not for sale.


 * KLAUS: [walks closer to the Governor] Well, I do not wish to buy him. You will grant him his freedom.


 * GOVERNOR: And if I say no?

[Klaus simply raises his eyebrows and grabs the Governor in a chokehold]


 * KLAUS: You seem to have misinterpreted the matter as up for debate.

[Klaus squeezes his throat until the Governor gives up]


 * GOVERNOR: Fine! Take him!

[Klaus lets go and backs away to join Marcel on the other side of the room before turning to leave]


 * GOVERNOR: He wasn't worth a damn to me anyway!

[Outside, Marcel and Klaus talk about what just occurred]


 * KLAUS: They tell me he is your father. Is it true?

[Marcel nods]


 * KLAUS: [walks toward him] You know, my father hated me, too. The truth is, Marcellus, family can be more than just those with whom we share blood. We can choose.

[Young Marcel is so touched by Klaus' words, he begins to tear up]

PRESENT DAY--ROUSSEAU'S
[Klaus continues to sulk and drink at his table as he glances over at Marcel. Marcel sees the photos of Father Kieran, Sean, and Cami by the bar, and grabs a bottle of scotch to make a toast to the entire party]


 * MARCEL: I know I haven't been around these parts lately. It's a testament to Father Kieran that we could come together and share a drink, and a story or two. Kieran rolled into town on a rusty old cruiser after his daddy died twenty-five years ago. And damnit, that guy could party! [he and the audience laughs] That was, of course, before he took his vows. But, even then, he was committed to the Quarter. He knew that this town needed him. And, we still do. [he raises his glass] To Father K!


 * AUDIENCE: [murmurs] To Father K.

[The party drinks in his honor and goes back to their festivities. Cami becomes overwhelmed by the atmosphere and rushes into the back room to cry and be alone, only to find Francesca there as well]


 * FRANCESCA: [holding a drink] Looks like we had the same idea. It's Cami, right? I've been informed that Kieran's necklace is missing. The key that he always wore? I assume he left it for me.


 * CAMI: [stunned] Excuse me?


 * FRANCESCA: [smiles embarrassedly] How rude of me. I'm Francesca Correa, I took over your uncle's position of Faction representative when his...mental faculties were compromised.


 * CAMI: His faculties weren't compromised, he was hexed.


 * FRANCESCA: Hexed by one of our enemies! Look, I'm invested in protecting the people of this city, and to do that, I need the key.


 * CAMI: [angry] It must have fallen off, during the events that led to his untimely death. I am so sorry.

[Cami storms away. As she pushes her way through the party, she passes by Hayley, who notices that she's upset. Hayley watches as Francesca exits the back room and approaches the bar]

[Across the room, Klaus and Elijah sit and drink at the table]


 * KLAUS: Seems rather uncivilized, to laugh and dance around the body of a loved one.


 * ELIJAH: [pours himself a drink] Yes, far better to practice your process of grief, Niklaus--denial, rage, and hoarding coffins in basements.

[Hayley joins them at the table and sits down between the two brothers]


 * ELIJAH: I will warn you, Hayley, Niklaus is in a spectacularly foul mood today!


 * KLAUS: [drunk] Sod off.


 * HAYLEY: [to Klaus] What's the deal with these moonlight rings? Oliver's trying to set a revolution every five seconds, people are scared, angry, and frankly, I'm tired of stalling.


 * KLAUS: It's a day of peace, Hayley. Try and enjoy it. And, in the meantime, with all manner of unknown enemies conspiring against our family, you'll move back in with us.


 * HAYLEY: [sarcastic] Awesome! Then, we can do that thing where you lock me in the tower, I escape, there's drama, and then you two both realize I'm very capable of looking after myself.


 * KLAUS: [frustrated] The rings are in progress. I will live up to my word. We will find and punish whoever launched the attack on the bayou, and you will return to the compound for your own safety! [Hayley sighs and rolls her eyes] But, right now, [he grabs his bottle of scotch] I'm gonna finish this bottle, [opens bottle] and the next, in the hopes of drowning the demon who has chosen today to haunt me. [looks up at the ceiling] Cheers, Mikael. Impeccable, Freudian timing. [chugs straight from the bottle]


 * ELIJAH: [stunned] Elaborate.

[Hayley looks at Elijah and Klaus in concern]


 * ELIJAH: Have you dreamt of our father?


 * KLAUS: Go ahead, have a good laugh.


 * ELIJAH: I can assure you there is no piece of this that I find even remotely amusing, Niklaus. Especially considering I've been dreaming of him, too.


 * KLAUS: What?


 * ELIJAH: [brainstorming] If you are also seeing him...[He stops mid-thought when he notices Genevieve enter Rousseau's. She catches his eye, and smiles] Perhaps our elusive, unknown enemy is orchestrating a further attack?


 * KLAUS: [stares at Genevieve] Well, then. What better way to punctuate a day of peace than by killing someone? [smiles and waves at her]

JARDIN GRIS VOODOO SHOP
[Genevieve wanders into the Jardin Gris, closing the door behind her. She senses someone's presence, and is startled when Klaus appears behind her]


 * GENEVIEVE: [smiles weakly] You disappeared from the party.


 * ELIJAH: [enters the room, examining an athame] Do you care to explain why you would choose to torment us with visions of our father?


 * GENEVIEVE: [genuinely surprised] Your father? I didn't. I wouldn't!


 * ELIJAH: Of course, how foolish of me. It must have been that other witch that's been parading through our house in scraps of lace.


 * KLAUS: I know how talented you are with your tongue, Genevieve. Might I recommend you use it to provide answers? I would so hate to tear it from your mouth.


 * GENEVIEVE: [laughs nervously] As much as I enjoy these repeated accusations of wrongdoings, I don't know what you're talking about. But, if you've both been seeing your dead father, I can try to get you answers.


 * KLAUS: [strokes Genevieves neck menacingly] Fine. Go.


 * ELIJAH: Niklaus, don't you dare--


 * KLAUS: Go.

[Genevieve quickly runs out the door]


 * KLAUS: You don't trust her, and you're right not to. Only a fool would. But, she certainly wants us to, doesn't she?


 * ELIJAH: Let me guess, there's something of benefit for you in all of this, isn't there?


 * KLAUS: I need a witch to make those rings for the wolves. Perhaps we'll get both answers and cooperation?

COVEN HOUSE
[Monique, Davina, and Abigail are setting out the ingredients for a spell in the greenhouse]


 * ABIGAIL: I don't know if the ancestors would like us messing around in the spirit world.


 * DAVINA: It's just a simple seánce.


 * MONIQUE: [grabs herbs from a shelf] Phony witches do seánces to impress tourists. They're not real! [leaves with her herbs]

[Davina sets Tim's violin in the middle of a circle she's drawn in chalk on the table, and has scattered salt and herbs in various quadrants around it]


 * ABIGAIL: What's that for?


 * DAVINA: It's my friend Tim's. Come on! What's the point of being a witch if we can't use our magic for stuff like this?

[Abigail smiles and nods in agreement, and she and Davina clutch each other's hands in order to share their magic for the spell]


 * ABIGAIL & DAVINA: [chant the spell in French]

[Wind starts to blow around them. Davina cuts her palm with an athame and drips the blood on Tim's violin. All of a sudden, the candles blow out, which scares the girls]


 * DAVINA: Tim?

[The song Tim played for Davina on his violin starts to play around them, and the windchime near the window starts to play it as well. A hand wearing a lapis lazuli daylight ring caresses her shoulder from behind. Davina turns to find the hand belonged to Mikael]


 * MIKAEL: What a delightful tune.

[Mikael disappears, and all the windows in the greenhouse shatter violently, and broken glass rains down upon the girls, who scream in terror]

ROUSSEAU'S
[Cami sits down on a chair and props her feet on Father Kieran's casket as she hangs out with Marcel]


 * CAMI: So, Klaus gives you twenty-four hours in the Quarter, and you're spending it coffin-sitting with me? [Marcel hands her a drink] No preparations for war, no chess pieces to move?


 * MARCEL: [joins her with his own drink] We're honoring Kieran. Even us bad guys can take the night off.


 * CAMI: [rests her feet on Marcel's lap once he sits down] Maybe you can. Not all the humans are on their best behavior. This Francesca person cornered me earlier, asking for some key.


 * MARCEL: [drinks his scotch] What did you tell her?


 * CAMI: Doesn't matter, I don't have it. [realizes Marcel knows more than he's letting on] Which you know! Or you would have asked what key.

[Marcel sighs, and reaches under his shirt, where he is wearing the key around his neck]


 * MARCEL: Had Josh lift it for me.


 * CAMI: [angry] Off my uncle's sick and dying body?


 * MARCEL: I'm trying to do you a favor. Trust me, you don't want to be part of any of this.


 * CAMI: [stands up] Trust you? Are you kidding me?


 * MARCEL: Cami, this is bigger than you.


 * CAMI: Don't patronize me, Marcel! Do you know what's bigger than me? My uncle lost his mind, beat the crap out of me, and then died. And now, I have to sit by his body all night--


 * MARCEL: I'll sit with you. I'm not trying to lie to you, I'm trying to protect you.


 * CAMI: You need to leave. Like now.


 * MARCEL: I will tell you about the key--


 * CAMI: I don't want to know! I don't want to know any of it!

[Marcel looks disappointed as he grabs his coat and leaves. Once he's gone, Cami starts to cry]

THE ABBATOIR COMPOUND
[Elijah is standing on the balcony when Genevieve approaches him from behind]


 * ELIJAH: Genevieve.


 * GENEVIEVE: I asked around. It's not just your father. The purgatory where supernatural souls are trapped is disintegrating.


 * ELIJAH: What do you mean, "disintegrating?"


 * KLAUS: [enters the room] She's right... more or less. It's actually imploding. A made a call to a rather reluctant Bennett witch in Mystic Falls who said the same thing. The dead are being torn away into nothingness. And, they're not interested in going quietly.


 * ELIJAH: So, you're saying that our father, faced with permanent extinction, has decided to spend his remaining tormenting us? How delightful!


 * KLAUS: Well, on the plus side, we'll soon be rid of his abhorrent soul forever. And what a good riddance that will be!


 * GENEVIEVE: [sighs] So, am I in the clear, Elijah? Or is there a new conspiracy you two would like to threaten me over?


 * ELIJAH: Nothing springs to mind at this precise moment...


 * GENEVIEVE: Oh, gee. Thanks. [stops in front of Klaus before she leaves] I have to get back to the girls. Perhaps tomorrow, after the funeral, you and I could spend some time together. Alone?


 * KLAUS: I suppose we'll have to see.

[Genevieve sighs in annoyance and leaves]


 * ELIJAH: Please tell me you've designed a stronger method to control the witch than playing hard to get?


 * KLAUS: Well, I've always been partial to the classics...

FRANCESCA CORREA'S HOUSE
[Hayley sits on Francesca's front porch, waiting until Francesca and her bodyguard return home]