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MAN:
Let's go, let's go!

MAN: Redcoats!
Redcoats are coming!

REDCOAT:
Stop in the name of the throne!

You're certain
this is the right place?

Quite certain, Captain.

Secure that door.

What door?

Man the door.

Sir... with all due respect...

General Washington's orders
were firm.

Bring back the crate and you.
Alive.

- Man the door.
- Captain, this way.

In the name of the Virginia militia,
we claim this cargo.

Step aside.

(Speaking German)

(Grunts)

CRANE: Surviving death,
separated by time,

tests the bonds of love.

The moment I saw her,

I knew the bravest love
is born again with each new day.

The kind of love that
makes the mundane a marvel,

that bewilders with its magnificence.

Until fate's cruel hand intervened.

And in the blink of an eye,
Katrina was lost to me.

WOMAN: (Crying)
I am so, so sorry.

I offer this tale, no matter how cruelly
he may have treated you,

to suggest
that you do not give up.

Nor give into anything
less than certainty

in matters of the heart.

No one's ever s-said it like that.

Thank you.

It is I who should thank you,
kind woman,

for unlocking this vehicle from afar.

And...

showing me how the
entertainment system operates.

Farewell, Yolanda.

Thank you for calling
NorthStar Assistance.

(Beep)

(Alarm blaring)

ABBIE:
Crane.

Jenny escaped.

IRVING:
You want me to call off the search

and give your sister a head start?

I'm asking you to give me a head start
so this doesn't escalate.

She's been here a year and a half
with a release in six months.

Why risk everything now
without a good reason?

(Laughs)

You're attributing reason?

Jenny's psych reports characterize her
as disciplined and methodical.

Jenny does not do random.

Then for my money,
that makes her even scarier.

You come visit your sister yesterday,

Crane talks to her
for all of five minutes,

and tonight she escapes.

What the hell did you say to her?

I merely informed the lady there'd been
a series of murders in Sleepy Hollow,

and she might be helpful
to our investigation.

Well, that is just great.

My opinion, though admittedly

not a professional one,
is that Miss Jennifer Mills

is a brilliant misunderstood woman,

haunted by a past
she's struggling to understand.

Yet her past is precisely
what makes her valuable to us.

Due respect, Crane,

if I were her, you're the last guy
I'd want vouching for my sanity.

ABBIE:
Sir, you want facts.

We've had four dead bodies
in two weeks.

That is a disturbing average
by anyone's count.

And all of them barely explainable.

And how does this relate
to your sister's escape?

I don't know.

But it does.

And enough to make her run.

That is why you need me.

If I can get her to tell us
what she thinks is happening here,

maybe we can get ahead of this.

I just need you to buy me
a little bit of time.

You got 12 hours.

Then she's on a nationwide warrant.

♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom ♪

♪ Oh, ho, ho, ho ♪

♪ Mmm, mmm, mmm ♪

♪ Mm-hmm, hmm, hmm ♪

♪ I love to see you strut ♪

♪ Up and down the floor ♪

♪ When you're talking to me... ♪

I think you earned this.

I need my things, Wendel.

Sure.

Been burning a hole in my safe
since you left it.

Thanks, I owe you one.

You owe me nothing.

Except an explanation would be nice.

Remember when I told you one day
this town was gonna go straight to hell?

I hate being right.

Left hand down.

Always the left hand will save you.

(Phone vibrating)

Please continue from here...
The ninth measure.

MALE VOICE: (Digitally altered)
Jennifer Mills has escaped.

We have reason to believe she
knows where item 37 is located.

You will find her
and then retrieve item 37.

A cleanup crew will arrive
to assist your search.

They have a list of
her known associates.

Hang up if you understand.

(Door opens)

(Door closes)

Can I help you?

My associates and I seek a woman

who may have entered
your establishment, yes?

Jennifer Mills?

Never heard of her, fella.

A lot of women come in here.

You guys got to go.

Lies require commitment, Mr. Clark.

Are you quite certain
you're committed to your course?

I assure you I am.

Well, I'll tell you what.

You all walk out of here,

and I won't redecorate
this place with your face.

Son of a bitch.

Jennifer Mills.

She was here, yes?

(Gasping)

Yes, yes, she was here.

Excellent start.

However...

progress requires suffering
to evolve.

Go to hell.

(Clicking tongue)

No need for that, Mr. Clark.

In due time, hell will come to us.

(Screaming)

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ABBIE:
No. Listen to me.

I already have a copy
of the impound report.

I haven't spoken
with the other officer,

or I would've directed my questions
to them instead of you.

Your sister bears an inglorious list
of prior convictions.

Weapons charges.

- Breaking and entering.
- She never did do anything halfway.

I want to know
where she dumped the car,

were there any recent GTAs in the area,
carjack reports,

and what direction she was going.

I'll hold.

It seems
when she wasn't incarcerated,

she was traveling the world.

There are records of journeys
to Mexico, Guatemala, Nepal...

someplace called Somalia.

It's a country in Africa.

Not exactly known
for its law and order.

She would've fit right in.

Why would someone travel

to such exotic locales
and then return

to Sleepy Hollow
if all that awaited her here

- was potential incarceration?
- I don't know.

It's not like she had to come back
for family reunions.

A personal query, if I may.

Where was your family
during all this?

This is the perfect time
to ask me about my childhood.

No, those dates were two weeks ago,
I need today.

That is what I meant by "recently."
Call me back.

Dad bailed when we were kids.

Mom had a nervous breakdown
a few years later.

Hospitalized.

The state dumped us in foster care.

So, question answered.

(Papers ruffling)

(Hangs up phone)

After the age of 12,
you had one foster home

and Miss Jenny had seven.

I raise it merely to note
she resided in her last home

for nearly a full year.

Perhaps these charitable souls
possess...

some information
that might help us locate her.

(Truck horn blares)

(Indistinct radio transmissions)

Definitely not a robbery.

Till's still loaded.

There's a bank deposit bag
full of cash and last night's receipts.

- Hmm.
- Whatever it was, it was personal.

You might want to check
your breakfast, boss.

What do you got up there?

My guess is somebody
played a little hardball

and then made a piñata
out of him.

And a paperweight.

Just like Corbin and the Reverend.

No. The wounds aren't cauterized.

Corbin's and the Reverend's were.

Markings on the torso, face...

This man was tortured first.

Based on the blood pattern,
head was taken after the fact,

not as the killing blow.

Aside from the beheading,
the M.O. is completely different.

I want to know the second
Forensics has anything,

on my cell phone only.

Let's stay off the radio on this one.

You expecting more of this?

(Chuckles)
In this town?

What do you think?

(Barking)

LUANNE: Jenny was trouble.
I remember that much.

Someone push her buttons,
whoo-ee, she went off.

And I had to plead her case

to the school superintendent
or the sheriff.

You spoke to Sheriff Corbin
about her?

Ralphie, shut up!

(Barking stops)

Corbin's the one
that caught her shoplifting.

He let her off, though.

She claimed they'd never met.

To be honest,
maybe a little hard jail time

would've straightened her out.

Troubled kids,
they need discipline and order.

That's what I give 'em.

ABBIE: The government pays you
a monthly stipend for every child

you take in, does it not?

Trust me, it ain't enough.

- Must be a hardship.
- If you're implying

that I'm taking advantage
of the situation...

I'm not implying, I'm declaring.

That girl is sleeping on the floor

in violation of your
conservatorship contract

and about ten state laws.

Bags under her eyes, dry skin,

all symptoms of malnutrition,
and yet somehow you have

enough money to put
a brand-new car in the driveway.

How is that?

I put a roof over your sister's head
when no one else would.

Nobody wanted her.

Lieutenant.

You have one choice right now.

That is to tell me something,
anything...

that will help me find her,

or so help me, I will rain
legal brimstone down on you

so hard it will make God jealous.

She used to take off
and go up to Trout Lake,

about four miles north of here.
Said there was a cabin up there,

- belonged to a friend.
- What friend?

I got no idea.

Expect a call from Family Services.

Shutting you down.

And get that girl some food.

She told me about you.

The "good" sister
that just walked away.

Who you really mad at here, girly?

Me or you?

(Door creaking)

What are you doing?

Old habits die hard.

How fortuitous.

An officer of the law
with a criminal past.

Mm.

Imagine the delinquency
we could perpetrate

if we really put our minds to it.

Lieutenant...

This home belonged to Sheriff Corbin.

Your sister?

Oh, my God.

I know. She lied to me.

It appears they were quite close.

You have no idea.

- Put it down.
- You put it down.

- I'm not gonna ask you twice.
- Neither am I.

Well... this is awkward.

- You gonna shoot me?
- Why do you think

that we walk through the door
instead of the SWAT team?

I bought you time.
You need to trust me.

Trust is the last thing
you're getting from me.

You have no idea
what we're dealing with here.

- Jenny, I'm trying to make things right.
- Give me a break!

It's so much easier for you
to stick your head in the sand,

pretend what's right in front of you
isn't really happening.

Maybe I ought to leave you here
so you can bury your damn self!

JENNY:
Yeah, 'cause you're good at...

Enough!

If your familial ties
meant so little to you,

you'd spend far less effort
baiting her into a fight

just to stoke your misguided pride.

And you...

Do make some effort not
to be such an easy target.

Now drop your weapons,
both of you.

Nice to see you again, British Guy.

My name is Ichabod Crane.

How long was Sheriff Corbin
in your life?

What, he didn't tell you?

No, he did not.

The man had secrets.

I just never knew
you were one of them.

Well, unlike certain people,
he believed me.

I helped him obtain rare objects,

dig for information and find answers.

He sent you traveling? Why?

I knew you especially wouldn't understand.

Corbin sent me here.

When?

He came to visit me
the night before he died.

Never saw him in such a state.

He felt something
was coming for him.

And when I asked him what,
all he said was "Death."

My God.

(Shrieks)

He told me that if it
turned out to be true,

I had to come here
and get something,

something that he needed me
to keep safe.

A sextant.
For mapping sea travel.

I never heard Corbin
talk about it before.

Until the night before he died, right?

JENNY: The man was scared.
That's all I know.

Quite.

May I?

These markings, I've seen them.

Before the war in Boston.

We received word the Redcoats
had acquired a device...

a weapon whose power could
turn the tide of the war

- in favor of the British.
- Wait. Wait a minute.

Is he kidding?

Five-second recap.
Revolutionary soldier.

His wife put a spell
on him and he wakes up

two centuries later,
now he's here.

How's that for believing?

Which regiment?

The 37th.

Commanding officer?

Colonel Jonathan Brewer,

under the command of
General George Washington.

If Washington knew the precise nature
of the weapon we were sent to steal,

he certainly didn't tell us.

We tracked the secret weapon
to a shipping warehouse

at Boston Harbor.

As the British import tax on tea
was at an all-time high,

I devised a diversion to gain entry.

The Boston Tea Party?

You're not telling me this.

With the help of a local politician
and ally in Boston, Mr. Samuel Adams.

ABBIE: You invented
the Boston Tea Party

so that you could steal something
from the British?

At the time, it was referred
to as "The destruction of the tea."

You've coined
a far more festive name.

Unfortunately, my plans to acquire
the weapon did not proceed smoothly.

Let's get what we came for.

The soldier guarding it
was a Hessian.

- ABBIE: Like the Horseman.
- JENNY: As in "the" Horseman?

One story at a time.

The Hessian took his own life
to protect the weapon.

No!

I alone was spared.

(Gasping)

I saw what it was
they sent us to claim.

A chest made of stone,

therefore protected from the blast,

covered in markings identical to this.

I summoned a detachment

to ferry the chest back to Washington
in secret.

That was the last I ever saw of it.

- You never saw what was inside?
- Whatever it was,

it warranted the deploying
of Hessians to guard it.

German soldiers
loyal to the British crown,

known for their ruthlessness
in combat.

They sound fun.

Why is the sextant
connected to that chest?

Like many artifacts from my era,

this sextant is much more
than it appears.

A torch, a torch.

Whoa.

It's a projector...

hidden within
the design of a sextant.

Washington,
an avid cartographer himself,

had them crafted to hide
weapons on the battlefield.

Looks like an old survey map.

Of Sleepy Hollow.

But from my era.

I believe it pinpoints the whereabouts
of our mystery chest.

Get down!

(Gunfire)

(Automatic gunfire)

(Gunfire continues)

Don't move!

The sextant.

They've taken it.

Uzi pistol...

military specs.

That's a lot of gun for Sleepy Hollow.

What's in the chest?

Answer me.

Okay. Enough. My turn.

- What the hell are you doing?
- This man tried to kill us.

- I am telling you to back down!
- Oh. You want a feather?

- We can tickle it out of him?
- Ladies.

(Sighs)

(Speaking German)

Like the Horseman before him,

he's a Hessian.

Still at it after two centuries.

It appears time hasn't diminished

the Hessian's fascination
with ancient artifacts.

(Speaks German)

Your German is exceptional.

As is your tenacity.

What's in the box?

A doorway...

to the seventh circle of Hell,

where 72 condemned souls
wait upon a shore

of flaming sand.

A flair for the dramatic, I see.

The Book of Revelation is dramatic.

For the two witnesses

of what has to come.

JENNY:
72 demons.

The Lesser Key of Solomon.
That's what you're talking about, right?

Are we all having the
same conversation here?

It's a legend.

About a book of black magic
written by King Solomon,

filled with rituals

that can conjure 72 demons
he trapped in Hell.

Are we to understand
this book itself is a key?

Capable of unleashing
these demons into our world?

JENNY:
It was found 12 centuries later

by the Knights Templar
during the Crusades.

Hidden away somewhere.

And thanks to your efforts,
within our grasp at last.

That is never gonna happen.

You continue to misunderstand.

These hours are the final movements

of a symphony written centuries ago.

And all the while,
we've been hiding here in Sleepy Hollow.

Living ordinary, quiet lives

as we pass your manicured lawns

smiling amicable smiles.

One, two, three.

We're your neighbors.

Perhaps even your friends.

Yet underneath the skin,

unhindered by conscience,
compassion,

remorse...

Security video placed
the murder scene car at this address.

Prints at the scene are a match
for the car and the premises.

The man's a music teacher.

What the hell is happening here?

Detectives.

How many of you are there?

GUNTHER:
Even I don't know.

And that's the whole point.

But I assure you,
we are everywhere.

Growing stronger...

preparing for the inevitable...

knowing our cause is just.

Sleeper cells always
have someone at the top.

One person who controls the board,

who knows the endgame,

who moves
all the chess pieces around.

You have already met him...

Miss Grace Abigail Mills.

You all have.

You, Miss Jennifer Mills...
and Mr. Ichabod Crane.

How do you know my name?

- He told me.
- Who?

He's inside of you.

In your hearts, in your minds.

He's been there
since he appeared to you

that day in the forest.

He summoned the Horseman.

And with each dark spirit
he brings into our world,

his grand design gets stronger.

He wants you to understand.

Tell me his name!

My brothers have the map,

and soon the doorway will open,

and my task will be completed.

(Speaking German)

There's something in his mouth.

There's something in his mouth!

CRANE:
Hold him, hold him!

(Choking)

(Groans)

CRANE:
Oh, no, no!

ABBIE:
A cyanide pill.

(Sighs)

What did he say?

(Repeats German phrase)

It means, "Moloch shall rise."

No cell phone, no wallet,
nothing to track him with.

This is Lieutenant Mills.
I need Captain Irving immediately.

This is a priority request...

Have you lost your mind?

You're talking on a cell phone
after what he just told us?

ABBIE: This is a crime scene.
That is a dead body.

His friends are already on their way.

JENNY: There are others out there
just like him.

We have to assume they are everywhere.
Trust no one.

Not the cops, not your boss.

This is out of control, Jenny.

We can't do this by ourselves.

No, look.

They were tracking me.

Abbie.

You got to trust me on this, okay?

We need to do this ourselves.

That is not the way

- that we are doing this.
- Oh, come on.

You cannot hide behind
your badge this time, okay?

If it weren't for me, you would
have half the National Guard

- on your ass right now.
- Maybe I do.

- You need to rethink...
- Jenny...

I'm trying to concentrate!

Mill Pond.

Philipsburg Manor House.

Wh...

You...

You remember it?

He has a photographic memory.

Once I've seen an image,

recalling it is a rather simple matter.

- North was that way.
- JENNY: Mm-mm.

No, north is by the river.

Wait, I know where the river is.
We used to swim there every Sunday.

I remember there was a church.

The Dutch Reformed Church.

Southwest... here.

Uh... here.

The last known whereabouts
of the Lesser Key of Solomon.

Let's go get this damn thing.

(Wings fluttering)

Here.

May I inquire where you received
your combat training?

You're...

quite gifted.

Weapons and demo training in Mexico.

Sent a drug czar home in a box.

Insurgent tactics in South Sudan.

Warlords were stealing people's food.

And women.

So you're... a freedom fighter, then?

I kind of learned long ago
that if you don't fight

for the things you stand for,
you don't really stand for them.

Well, she does make a compelling...

Don't.

(Speaking German)

(Deep rumbling)

(Wind whistling, demons hissing)

Back away!

Show me your hands!

(Both grunting)

(Gasping)

(Demons roaring)

(Yells)

(Demons roaring)

Drop the book
or your sister dies!

Don't do it, Abbie!
Don't do it!

- Lieutenant!
- MAN: Drop the book!

Now!

You got it.

No!

(Demons roaring)

They left without a farewell.

How impolite.

(Door opens)

I never got a chance to ask.

What's with you and Prince William?

You remember how Mom
used to drag us to Bible study,

make us memorize passages?

Chapter and verse.

How much do you remember
in Revelation?

"And I will give power

"to my two witnesses,

and they will prophesy
for 1,260 days."

Revelation, chapter 11.

You're telling me
that's you and him.

I know it's...

it's impossible to believe, but...

I believe everything.

Here's one for you.

Psalm 94:1.

"O Lord, the God of vengeance,

let your glorious justice shine forth."

It's poetic, isn't it?

You turn your back on everything,

and now you're picked to fight
the good fight.

Are you just gonna keep
punishing me forever?

I plan on it, yeah.

Maybe that's what this is.

It's my punishment
for turning my back on you.

People say that, uh,
things happen for a reason.

I haven't found one yet.

'Cause we lost everything
in the forest that day.

Our childhood,

for a while, our sanity.

We lost each other, Jenny.

And I need you to know...

that...

I see who you really are.

And I'm proud of you.

We're all the family that we have left.

You and me.

That's it.

So...

I can't take back what I did.

But I can try to make it right.

What is this?

Paperwork granting me
limited conservatorship

over you and your legal affairs.

They'll appoint you an attorney.

We have to go to court,

but if they say yes,
I can get you...

out of there
in less than six months.

It's a psychiatric hospital.

I escaped.

What the hell are you gonna say

that's gonna convince
anyone of anything?

They can't afford to let the state know.

Otherwise, it'd mean that
their security is incompetent,

they can't control their patients.

Long story short, you are a
problem that they do not need.

And I believe that we
can work together...

to get some answers,
some real answers,

for once.

Corbin said...

that one day you'd be back.

When you were ready.

Asked me
to find a way to forgive you.

I said I didn't think I could.

I'm sorry that it took me
so long to find you.

Miss Mills.

The Hessian's final words were,
"Moloch shall rise."

The name is referenced in
several theological texts,

notably Milton's Paradise Lost.

"First Moloch, horrid King
besmear'd with blood...

of human sacrifice, and parents tears."

So called as the God-Demon
of child sacrifice

who led a revolt of fellow demons
against Heaven.

This is the creature you saw
in the forest, Miss Mills.

The one who controls the Horseman,

who guards Katrina.

And now we know his name.

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