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: Klaus, come on. A minute ago you had the opportunity to kill your father with this thing and you didn't. You're not going to kill this kid with it either.
: Let me hazard a guess. You are one of these alienists, right? Camille O'Connell
: Actually, we're called therapists, and you could do with some couch time.
: [about Klaus
] He betrayed me! He turned my entire family against me! And yet you defend him! Camille O'Connell
: I have desperately tried to convince him not to kill you. That the bloodshed in your family does not have to be an endless cycle. And after centuries on this earth, do you really not see that all of your fighting is pointless?
: I used to try to convince Klaus that there was good in everyone. That you really did care about him. He told me I was naive, that I could never fathom how deep your hatred ran. Mikael
: I didn't always hate him.
: This is crazy! The two of you going round and round trying to kill each other. You're obsessing over the death of someone who's fatal flaw is that he was fathered by another guy. Mikael
: Hush! You are an enabler of the weak. No wonder he seeks your company.
: No offense, but I'm not sure I follow why you've invited me here. Klaus Mikaelson
: Because I enjoy your company and I sense you have the capacity for understanding someone of my... complexity. You see, I returned to New Orleans to investigate a threat posed against me. What I found was a young woman, pregnant, in need of protection. My brother, always the do-gooder, tried to manipulate me into helping her. He thought it might redeem me. Camille O'Connell
: [analyzing him
] I don't believe in evil as a diagnosis. I think you have unstable personal relationships, stress-related paranoia, chronic anger issues, and fear of abandonment. I think you could benefit from talking to someone professionally. Klaus Mikaelson
: I think I prefer to talk to you. So, I'm going to offer you a job as my stenographer. Camille O'Connell
: Okay. What am I writing? Klaus Mikaelson
: My memoirs, of course. Someone should know my story. And it will give us time to discuss other riveting subjects, like your handsome suitor: Marcel. Camille O'Connell
] Excuse me? My private life is... Klaus Mikaelson
: Your private life is, as it turns out, essential to my plans. You see, Marcel wants you. and because of that, he will trust you, which serves me. The thing is the French Quarter is on the verge of war. On the one side there's me and on the other, Marcel; along with a very powerful witch and an army of vampires. Camille O'Connell
: [suddenly scared
] What? Klaus Mikaelson
: [compelling her
] You're frightened... Don't be. Camille O'Connell
] I'm not cared anymore. That's amazing. How did you? Klaus Mikaelson
: It's called compulsion. It's a neat bit of vampire trickery. I'll tell you all about it. But first, let's talk a little more about Marcel.
: I know what you are. It's crazy to me but at least it makes sense. But this... massacre.
[about her brother
] Camille O'Connell
: It's just a pointless, brutal thing. In your life, have you ever heard of anything like that? A good man, an aspiring priest, just goes on a killing spree out of nowhere. Klaus Mikaelson
: I've seen quite a lot in my time. The world is a rather awful place. Best to meet it on it's own terms. Camille O'Connell
: No. The word isn't awful. People are not awful. They want to be good. Something makes them bad, makes them snap. There are always signs. Symptoms before someone has a psychotic break.
: [pleading to Klaus
] What about my brother, my twin brother? We were bonded our whole lives and I know, I know he didn't just snap. And I need to know who did this and I need to make this right. Don't take this away from me.
: [to Klaus
] You are such a coward. This isn't about me. You have kept me here for weeks just so someone, anyone wouldn't see who you really are. And now that I have, it scares the hell out of you. Doesn't it?
: [Klaus, about Cami
] You compelled her to go out with me, didn't you?
] Marcel Gerard
: And I thought you really liked me. Camille O'Connell
: So did I. Klaus Mikaelson
: [to Cami
] Well, I mean to be clear. I only compelled you to give him a chance. Anything you felt for him was quite real. and for the record, the level of awkwardness we're all currently experiencing is entirely genuine.
: [about Klaus
] Don't worry. He's compelled me to forget everything as soon as I leave. That way I'm too busy agonizing over whether or not I'm losing my damn mind to realize I'm playing spy for an immortal egomaniac.
: For months after the massacre, I couldn't think of anything else. And then suddenly nothing. I need to feel that pain! Without it, I feel broken! Empty! Like there's someone to blame and I'm letting them get away with it.
: I slept like a baby every night this week. Even though my brother hacked nine priests to death, not two feet from this confessional. A guy I've been seeing, Marcel, has been blowing me off. Whatever. I've been on two dates with the guy, and I'm more upset about that than seeing 'murderer' scrawled across my brother's grave.
: [to Klaus
] You compel me. You make me at peace with something that should be tearing me up inside. I don't know how, but I will undo whatever the hell it is you've don't to me! and when I do, you're gonna wish you'd never laid eyes on me.
: [as Cami looks over the old book
] I bet you want a new advisor right about now. Camille O'Connell
: [about Finn/Vincent
] Who is he, Marcel? I mean, really? Marcel Gerard
: Long story short is - impossible. Camille O'Connell
: I checked the school website. Vincent Griffith has no other academic credentials. And, according to my Uncle Kieran's big book of New Orlean's bloodlines, Griffith is a family of witches. Marcel Gerard
: Oh, it's worse than that. Your therapist has a thousand-year-old dead vampire inside of him named... Finn Mikaelson. Camille O'Connell
: [in disbelief
] My advisor is Klaus' brother? Oh God, Marcel! He came into Rousseau's today asking questions about Klaus, and ordered my favorite drink like he's been watching me. Why? Marcel Gerard
: Probably to get the scoop on Klaus. Or, maybe to use you as bait for a trap. I don't know. It doesn't matter. Either way, you're done with that guy. Camille O'Connell
] No! I'm just getting started.
: So, what... you're gonna spy on a witch with a thousand-year-old grudge-match against Klaus? Huh-uh. I'm not gonna let you go anywhere near that guy! Camille O'Connell
: [picking up an old dagger
] I can handle myself. Marcel Gerard
: Look. Okay, I get it. You're mad at the guy, and you wanna get even, so... Camille O'Connell
: [gesturing to the room
] It's not about getting even, Marcel! Look around! Everything in this room, this is my family's legacy. And, if I had just embraced it the first time around, I could have uncovered Francesca Guerrera's secret. And, the wolves would have never taken over the Quarter, and Klaus' baby would still be alive. So don't tell me to not get involved!
: [to Klaus
] You are the architect of your own happiness.
: [to Klaus
] Rebekah's out to get you. Elijah's out to get you. Is there anyone who isn't plotting your downfall? I doubt you trust your own reflection.
: If you're here for the gumbo, I'm about the break your heart. We just ran out.
: [regarding the street painter with the large canvas
] Every artist has a story, you know. Klaus Mikaelson
: And what do you suppose his story is? Camille O'Connell
: He's angry. Dark. Doesn't feel safe and doesn't know what to do about it. He wishes he could control his demons instead of having his demons control him. He's lost, alone. Or maybe he just drank too much tonight...
[as Klaus just looks at her
] Camille O'Connell
: Sorry. Overzealous Psych major. Klaus Mikaelson
: No. I think you were probably right the first time.
: My sister was right. You do look stunning. Camille O'Connell
: You cleaned up pretty well yourself. Klaus Mikaelson
: Wll, don't be fooled love. I'm the devil in disguise.
: [to Klaus about Rebekah
] I'm beginning to think your sister is a bit of a bitch.
: I'm in a crap mood because my uncle just died and people are partying like it's Mardi Gras.
: Tell me about the key. Marcel Gerard
: I thought you said you didn't want to know. Camille O'Connell
: I'd like to say I slept on it, but I didn't sleep. I stayed awake all night next to the body of a hexed priest only to attend a funeral filled with vampires so I'm thinking you should tell me about the key.
: Excuse me, love. What's that you're studying? Camille O'Connell
: [lifting the book
] Abnormal psychology. Klaus Mikaelson
: Abnormal psychology. Well, perhaps you could help me diagnose my friend over here. He's been a little but depressed. Can't get his mind off a girl. He tells me she's a queen fit for a king. I think he should cut his losses and move on. What's your professional opinion? Camille O'Connell
: Be a nice guy and maybe the opportunity will present itself someday.
: [the camera pans over the Quarter and showing civilians partying below
] This is a city of death, fires, floods. To say nothing of the violence we do to each other. We may laissez les bon temps rouler, but really we've turned life into one big party to distract ourselves from a single, unavoidable truth
[the scene changes to Cami looking out of the window taking in the scene below
] Camille O'Connell
: We're all going to die.