The disease is in my bloodline.
You and I are carriers. I am a-symptomatic,
but others weren't so fortunate.
That's why the children you sired were culled.
-What do you need? -A cure for blood rage.
I can give it my best shot.
I found the letter from Edward Kelley
about the missing pages from The Book of Life.
-Missing pages? -Three pages were torn out.
Imagine if we could find those.
He is the Blood Raged Killer!
This is his work!
You know what has to be done!
I want to show Matthew what you can do.
That you're worthy of his respect, his love.
Defy the Congregation and form a scion.
And then?
I'll be the first to offer my allegiance.
Geraldine.
Do you know the definition of insanity?
Yes. Yes, I know.
Doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.
Then you'll understand why I have concerns for your mental well-being
after you turn up here week after week.
If you'd just listen to what we have to say...
We have, Marcus.
We've heard all about Matthew's scion.
Coming just as The Congregation announce blood rage is back.
-So you know? -Yes, we know.
See, I've been thinking about that part of the story, you know.
And, I don't believe they give a damn about us.
If they do, where have they been for the last couple of centuries?
Go home, Marcus.
Tell Matthew you did your best.
There isn't a vampire in this family who hasn't heard you pitch his scion.
There is one.
Don't even think about it.
Look, all we're asking is for him to hear us out.
Both of you need to leave New Orleans.
No, we're not leaving until I've spoken with Ransome.
You don't want that.
Ransome has made it clear.
You come near him and only one of you will walk away.
Tell him he should know better than to threaten me, Geraldine.
I'll tell him nothing of the sort.
After you killed those we loved,
Ransome was here for us.
He was here as we found the bodies and dug the graves,
while you sat in your seven towers.
I'm disrespecting him just by talking to you.
There will be no scion, go home.
But this is the problem.
As usual, you wouldn't just leave it to me and let me do things my way.
-Your way is not working. -I was making progress with Geraldine.
Were you?
She's our best route to Ransome and we need his approval.
If Ransome wants to be leader, he needs to lead in plain sight.
Not hide behind his surrogates.
Maybe we just need to say what he wants to hear.
Such as?
I don't know, an explanation for the cull, an apology perhaps?
If you just let me approach Ransome...
-No, Marcus! -Why not?
Jack, not again.
Jack?
This is Celine. You know what to do.
Celine, it's Marcus.
I need a seat at the table tonight. Call me back.
He's gone again, stay here.
Yeah, right...
Jack! Jack, you control the rage, it does not control you.
Remember what we practiced. Stay in the present.
Find your focus.
Good. That's it.
Come on, good boy. Come on, come on...
It's okay. I'm okay.
All right.
I tried to stop it,
but the music and the breathing, it didn't work.
Well, give it time, it will.
Now, what triggered the rage on this occasion?
Was it Benjamin's film again?
It's like...
It's like he's infected me with it.
Just seeing myself like that...
That is exactly the result that he wanted.
It's not your fault.
Jack, it's not your fault, you had no idea what you were doing.
He took that control away from you.
You should have left me in London.
Well that wasn't an option.
Because of what I'm capable of?
Marcus's family will never join your scion if they find out about me.
There's still hope for a cure.
Let's go back to the house.
Come on.
It's Matthew. I can't take your call, please leave me a message. Thank you.
Voicemail, again.
Miriam, if he can't get us any more samples...
Yes, I know.
-He's been out there for weeks. -I know.
New Orleans was never going to be easy.
What Matthew did there,
it was carnage. It ripped Marcus's family apart.
But you can't choose your family, right?
Well, that's not strictly true for vampires.
You just have to live with your choices for a long time.
See all of that's pretty hard for me to reconcile with the Matthew I know.
It's not the same person.
Back then, he had been convinced that he was doing the right thing.
He was cleansing the world of blood rage.
Even though he has it?
The cognitive dissonance is deafening.
He can't bear the idea of the twins going through what he did.
Why do you think we're looking for a cure?
Okay.
Then let's work with what we've got.
Have we definitely checked everything?
Yeah, so, that's the British Museum, the British Library...
I see the chained library at the Chetham's Library,
the John Rylands Library
and the libraries at the Royal College of Physicians,
Royal Historical Society and the Royal Society of Medicine.
Ah, thanks, Sarah.
We always knew it would be a process of elimination.
Thanks, Sarah.
I don't know, I still believe there's a possibility
that Kelley hid the pages in one of the books from Dee's library.
I mean, that's really the only lead we have right now.
Here. This is the next list of manuscripts for you to check.
Every book we know was in Dee's library at one time or another
but had been lost or sold before he left for England.
But we've already ruled most of them out.
Anything else? Some real food maybe?
No, I think we're okay. Thank you.
-Anything? -No, not that I can see...
Well I'm not needed here.
The Book of Soyga?
Yes, according to Ashmole it went missing from Dee's library in 1583,
so that's after he met Kelley but before they went to Europe.
It's a fascinating manuscript, it's full of ciphers and symbols.
Academics spent years decoding them.
So, in a way it was a hiding place within itself.
Hang on that's... That's too perfect.
Let me just...
It was returned to Dee in 1595.
Where is it now?
One sec...
Oh, for God's sake.
It's in the bloody British Library. Great.
I'll go tomorrow.
Just let me know what time.
I know my way around a library, Gallowglass.
Matthew's orders.
Well, get ready for an early start.
Your deal, Baptiste.
All right, let's win back some money.
We told you to stay away.
Come on. Deal me in.
I'd recognize that smell anywhere.
I knew I should have made two.
I can't sleep either.
Do you remember when I used to stay up late studying?
-And I'd miss dinner? -Yup.
And Em would always make me one of these.
She said her best magic was made with bread and cheese.
If only all magic was so straightforward.
A good spell, needs good instincts.
You have to trust your intuition, as well as your intellect.
Because we know you got that in spades.
I miss her...
I've missed this.
Missed what? Losing your money?
Yeah, well, I guess some things never change.
Although, I am used to a slightly warmer welcome when I come home.
Well, there are limits to hospitality.
Even in the French Quarter.
What does that mean?
We're all just wondering when the bodies will start turning up.
Look, for all our sakes, we need the scion but Ransome won't see us.
No, he won't see Matthew.
Okay, so what if I made an approach?
It's too late. You chose your side.
You brought the devil back to town, Marcus.
What did you expect?
-Thank you. -You're welcome.
All right, you can just wait for me here.
I don't think so.
Oh I'm sorry, do you... do you have a reader's card?
Very good.
I won't be long.
Diana Bishop?
Thank you.
What are you hiding?
I'm sorry.
Show me the hands through which this book has passed.
Hubbard?
The world is a hard place for witches at this time.
Be assured, you have found a community here with us.
Welcome to the flock, my child.
I recently came into possession of a letter from Edward Kelley,
revealing that he'd passed on a page from a book
to someone he called an Angel of Death,
and an Angel of Life.
Odd little riddle,
but then it occurred to me, how that might be an apt description for you.
You were well known to be siring those about to succumb to the plague.
To them, you are an angel. I'm right aren't I?
I barely knew Edward Kelley.
If you have the page, you'd be wise to hand it over.
Possession places you under scrutiny
and I know how you value your invisibility.
And how are you enjoying yours, Mr. Knox?
Even someone as jaded by creature politics as I
knows that you've been removed from your position on The Congregation.
I offer no judgment for your crimes.
Only salvation.
You sanctimonious...
Use that, and you will not make it out of this building alive.
Now go.
With my blessing.
Look. There's nothing left to discuss. It's time for me to go home.
-You know that's impossible. -Not at all. I just booked a flight.
If you go back to Madison, you will be all alone.
And that's the worst possible thing for you right now.
Believe me, it's not. At home, Em will be a part of my life again,
I won't just be stuck here.
Now, am I gonna carry this downstairs myself, or are you gonna help me?
I'll drive you to the airport. I'll just get the keys.
So, what are we supposed to tell Diana?
He had the keys...
I'll call her when I get home.
Sneaking off while she's out,
I never had you down as a coward, Sarah.
-If I tell her I'm leaving... -She'll talk you out of it.
She doesn't need me here.
You reckon?
You shouldn't underestimate her tenacity.
"Exceptionally goal-orientated," that's what her teachers called her.
Best thing I can do,
get out of her way and let her get on with it.
Well, that's not true.
Never has been.
I've seen her spend hour after hour in the bloody library.
Every time things were tough for her, she read her way out of it.
Book by book.
And when she'd got things straight in her head, where would she go?
-To me and Em. -Aye.
And she'll need to come to you again. You do know that?
I do.
But I don't understand how you know that.
After Philippe met Diana, he realized how important she was going to be,
to Matthew, to all of us.
He asked me to keep watch until Matthew came on the scene.
Keep watch? What does that mean?
Well, exactly what it sounds like.
-It sounds like you were spying. -No.
No, I was there just in case.
I know you didn't need much help, if I'm honest.
And that was down to you and Em.
-But neither of our jobs are over yet. -She'll be fine.
Sarah!
She needs you.
There you are. Thank you.
So, how can I help you, Diana?
I think, that you have something that I need.
Pages from The Book of Life.
I have one page. Peter Knox was here first.
Please don't tell me...
I didn't. But that doesn't mean I'm going to give it to you.
Holding onto it could put your whole flock at risk.
Do you think that Knox is going to walk away knowing that you have the page.
How can a page be dangerous?
Even one ripped from The Book of Life?
It's not the page that's dangerous. It's who has it.
Knox thinks The Book is the first grimoire.
He believes it will restore the witches' waning powers,
tip the balance in their favor.
Gerbert believes that The Book holds the origins of the vampires.
How they were made and unmade.
He thinks if he has the secret of immortality,
the vampires will have supremacy.
So, Father,
who do you trust with The Book?
A member of the Congregation or a member of your own flock?
I need to know that my flock will not be
collateral damage in this struggle the de Clermonts are engaged with.
Can you give me that?
No.
But I can promise you this,
if we lose, any chance we creatures had to live in peace, will be gone
and there will be no need for Knox or Gerbert to keep up the pretense
that we are all equal.
They're already using The Covenant to divide us.
I see.
I'm trusting you,
to have the courage to do what needs to be done, Diana,
whatever you may have to sacrifice.
Thank you.
I won't betray that trust.
You've been out here for hours.
-Helps me to concentrate on something. -Good.
I can't stop seeing the faces of the people that I've killed.
I'm glad you've found a way to express that. I never have.
Mine are always with me.
You mustn't bear the guilt for what Benjamin made you do.
He was the murderer, you were the weapon.
Just like you were your father's. There is no comparison.
Philippe relied on me to eliminate any threats to the family.
Because you were good at it.
Anyway, well done.
-Hello, Marcus. -I hope it's going better where you are?
I take it you haven't got any further?
Still working on it. What have you been doing?
-Research. Naturally. -How is it going?
We're making progress...
It's always been my ambition to read the entire contents of the British Library.
I just thought I would need to be immortal to achieve it.
I know.
We need to talk about all that.
It can wait. How are things with Matthew?
Well, at this rate, the New Orleans vampires will have killed us,
before we kill each other.
Matthew would rather die than admit he's at fault.
Marcus, you need to be careful, okay?
I always am. I've got to go. I love you.
-So, he's not giving up, huh? -No, well, he betrayed our trust.
It sure don't look like that way though, does it?
I'll leave you to it.
-I'm here to see Ransome. -Tell Matthew...
I'm not here as Matthew's messenger.
I'm here as Ransome's sire.
You can't avoid me forever.
I suppose you already know why I'm here...
You want us to sign up to your war against The Congregation.
Once again we're to be the de Clermonts' sacrificial lambs.
No.
Matthew is forming a scion so that doesn't happen again.
There are elements of the Congregation
that want to use blood rage to grab power.
To frighten other creatures into submission.
Baldwin could order another massacre tomorrow.
He's already ordered Matthew to kill one vampire in his line.
But Matthew refused.
Matthew is trying to find another way.
and that starts with a cure for blood rage.
You can help us figure out why you and I aren't afflicted.
He can't change what's already happened.
But he can own it, Marcus.
Just by being here, he's opening wounds that have barely had a chance to heal.
And I'm glad that Matthew's found his conscience.
But I can't help thinking it's a couple of centuries too late.
You seem to spend a lot of time with the dead.
Do you like the quiet?
-Or is it that you need it? -I'm not supposed to talk to you.
Matthew's told you to stay out of sight, hasn't he?
I wonder why that might that be?
-Stop doing that. -Why?
Because I don't want to hurt you!
So, you're the blood raged vampire that Baldwin wants dead.
Yes.
But I'm learning to control it.
Matthew is helping me.
Just one question,
what's so special about you? He slaughtered everyone else.
I told you. You should have left me in London.
He knows about me.
He knows what I am.
He thinks you are hiding me. He's not gonna trust you now.
That's gonna be a problem.
-Ransome's agreed to meet you. -Good, at last.
-I should come with you. -Me too.
Don't know if that's gonna be a good idea.
Neither of you is going to come.
I'll do this on my own.
Tell them I'll be there.
I think I've got something...
Before it made its way to the British Library,
the Book of Soyga passed through a few hands.
We know about Dee.
And after his death, it went to a Thomas Allen.
Thomas Allen, a fellow astronomer and mathematician.
Then from his library it went to a Kenelm Digby.
Natural philosopher who sidelines in alchemy and astrology.
Come to think of it, he was... He was probably a demon.
The other two pages ended up with a witch and a vampire.
Maybe demons were meant to keep the third page safe?
-I mean, that makes sense to me. -Yeah. Where did it go next?
John Maitland, the first Duke of Lauderdale.
We know the Book of Soyga eventually finds its way to the British Library
and other items from Lauderdale's estate
pop up in various auctions over the centuries.
Nothing of interest to us,
until about 30 years ago.
Someone called TJ Weston bought an illustrated page from a book.
It's described as "An allegory of a tree" with a hand-written motto.
What does it say?
They all wait silently, connected by secret knots.
So now we need to find TJ Weston.
Are you sure you don't want me to come?
Yes.
Jack.
I have a bad feeling about this.
Diana is pregnant?
Twins, apparently.
She truly is a powerful witch.
How has this happened?
The fact is it shouldn't have happened, at all.
It will make them so vulnerable.
Perhaps it's time we made our first move?
No.
The rift between Baldwin and Matthew widens every day. Let it become a chasm.
Matthew will be distracted.
If we strike first...
You don't interrupt your enemy when he's in the process, of destroying himself.
Perhaps I like it better when I'm the one doing the destroying.
Good boy.
Good evening, Ransome.
The new and improved Matthew de Clermont.
How long's it been? I reckon about 200 years.
Can't say we missed you.
Surprised you would come in here at all.
I hear you don't kill people anymore.
Not even if they have blood rage.
Ransome, an awful lot has changed since you saw me last.
I now know that it can be controlled. Hopefully cured.
And is Jack under control?
He's getting there.
Because according to The Congregation,
it is my duty to kill him.
Well then you'd have to kill me too.
You fucking hypocrite!
You need to understand that The Congregation would gladly wipe us out.
Jack, me, even someone who's just a carrier, like you, like all of you.
And it has nothing to do with blood rage.
It is all about making sure that we live in fear.
And you believe your scion is gonna stop that?
I am here risking my life for that belief, yes.
I believe that we should live with truth and hope, not fear.
Pretty words.
The last thing we need.
-Tell me what you do need. -Remorse, Matthew.
If I could just believe for one second that you comprehend what we lost.
I am sorry for what happened.
No! It didn't happen to us!
It was done to us!
Now if you can't understand that...
Malachi Smith,
friendly, big smile.
He was walking down Bourbon Street, he stopped for a cigarette,
and then I killed him.
Suzette Boudrot,
beautiful blonde hair, spoke immaculate French.
I pretended to be lost, she gave me directions.
And then I killed her.
Sandrine Lachellier,
she would often visit the St. Louis Cemetery.
Someone she cared about was laid to rest there.
And on a rainy Sunday afternoon,
that's where I killed her.
Miss anyone out
and I'll kill you myself.
All right.
Fabien Guidry...
I killed her.
Sophie Mathieu, wouldn't leave her home.
She knew I was coming, and I was ready.
I killed dear Martin Storr.
Claude begged for his life.
And then I killed him.
I've told you what will happen if you miss anyone.
Jacqueline Lascelle,
your mate and the love of your life.
I followed her as she left this club.
Short way down the street she bought some flowers and a bottle of wine,
and then she walked home.
And that's where I killed her.
It's her face I see the most.
But they all come back to me.
I see what I did and I can't change it.
And I am truly sorry about that. I am sorry for what I did.
We'll join your scion.
Thank you, Ransome.
Matthew.
We have their support.
You did it. I'm so proud of you.
-How's Jack? -Trying the best he can.
And you?
So, what's happening over there?
Well, we have two pages in our possession.
and another one firmly in our sights.
Well that's fantastic news.
You tell Marcus that I couldn't have done it without Phoebe.
I will.
How are the babies?
All is well in their world.
-When are you coming home? -Soon, I promise.
Look, I... I have to go, mon coeur.
-Know that I love you with all my heart. -I love you too.
Well, there's a great deal of work to be done to gain their respect.
Then that's what we'll do.
Marcus, I deeply regret
what I did here,
I'm sorry.
Thank you.
Vampires are not welcome here.
-Who are you? -I'm Benjamin.
Son of Matthew.
A de Clermont.
Only Matthew would deny it.
He sired me out of hatred,
hoping that I would die of madness.
I can't imagine he'd want the same fate for his latest offspring.
You do know he's breeding with his witch?
I heard.
I think it's time that Matthew got what he deserves.
Join me, and you'll have your chance to take on Diana.
The next time we meet,
she will see she's not the only one who has come to understand her power.
But that meeting,
will be between her and I, alone.
I can't tell you how sad I am to hear that.
Miriam?
Welcome home, Diana Bishop. You need to come with me.
We will do whatever it takes to help you.
I know exactly who you are.
You're the one who will learn how it all began.
I think they're coming...
It isn't only Matthew and Diana that deserve happiness.
You're just going to change how this family is operated
from the very beginning for a witch that has 50 years left of her life?
Diana has power. A witch that is destined to surpass us all.
But who actually is that witch?