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Previously on Sleepy Hollow...

Someone is unleashing

unspeakable evils in our capital city.

The girl from the vision
is Diana's daughter?

Molly is the next Witness.

How does one bring an innocent child

into the battle between good and evil?

Don't be fooled by his genteel accent.

Ichabod Crane is keeping secrets.

Where are we on finding

Ichabod Crane's compatriot?

He's headed this way, and
if his reputation holds true,

death and destruction will follow.

What fell acts have transpired

in this dread den of horrors?

The last tenant disappeared
under mysterious circum...

...stances.

The bastard owed me
two months rent, too.

Musician.

You're not one of those, right?

Not by trade, no.

I was assured a walk-in closet.

Well, you could walk in
there if you wanted to.

Didn't the ad also specify
the place has great light?

Sunlight gives you cancer.

And what of these
so-called "stunning views"?

Uh, there's a neighbor that
showers with her shades up.

It's a little rundown, sure, all right,

but this is an "edge"
neighborhood, okay?

In two years, this whole block will be

just cupcake joints and record stores.

And that's right up your O.G.
hipster-vibe alley, Mr. Crane.

My...

How have I not seen that before?

The facial hair and the boots and

a proclivity towards

- obscure doughnut toppings.
- Yes.

If valuing progressive politics,

counter-cultural initiatives

and maple-glazed bacon
marks me as a hirsute hepcat,

then so be it, but this is
still not the property for me.

Well, it's one-fourth the rent

of the other seven places you saw.

I'll take it.

Okay.

Hey, man, now that we're neighbors,

we can bro down, hang
out, Chill-doh Baggins.

Yes, indeed. I look forward to that.

Mm-hmm.

I greatly appreciate your assistance

in finding a suitable
abode, Master Wells.

Oh, it's my pleasure. All
right, I'll catch you later.

Um, Jenny Mills?

Jake Wells.

Our names are... similar.

Oh...

And onwards.

Hey, you got the apartment,

you got the Vault.

We know who the next Witness is.

When are you gonna
tell Diana about Molly?

Agent Thomas has endured
considerable hardship

with her daughter...

The road is not gonna get any smoother.

I have a feeling you're going to tell me

to pull off the Band-Aid.

Sooner rather than later.

You have a pretty neck, Mom.

Coming from a young Modigliani,

I take that as a high compliment.

That's a... that's a really nice one.

Can I see what you've been up to?

Oh, wow.

You can have this one if you want.

I just work with him, Molly.

Wait.

You mostly just draw people, not places.

Where'd you see this, baby?

You're gonna be late, Mom.

Okay, you're right. Let's go.

I'll drive you to Nanny Clara's.

Can't I just stay
home? I'm 11 years old.

- Not yet.
- Almost.

Go.

You might be ready, I'm not.

The algorithm is adaptive.

- Hmm.
- So it generates predictive

flashpoints based on query input.

Not unlike a crystal ball.

Actually, that's what
we're calling the app.

And we've had lots of
bites on the west coast,

but no lead investor yet.

Yeah, it's a risk-averse
world out there, isn't it?

But you know what?

I can get you funded

with just one phone call.

But I won't.

- Mr. Dreyfuss, if it's...
- No, no, no.

It's not your software,
it's not the financials.

It's your... vision.

See, this company of yours

has a ten-year plan.

But where's your 50-year plan?

Your hundred, your thousand-year plan?

I'm not looking to cash in

on the next round of junk bonds

or penny stocks.

I am investing in no
less than the future

of the human race.

You wanted to be
informed when he arrived,

Mr. Dreyfuss.

Do people still use
drawing boards these days?

So he's here, huh?

Any idea yet why he's come down to D.C.?

We won't have to wait long to find out.

As soon as the sun sets,
he'll be on the move.

That's right. And when he arrives,

death and mayhem are sure to follow.

Friday night lights, people.

Get your popcorn and your beer cozy,

your cherry cola floats.

The fun is about to begin.

ETA 25 minutes, Madam President.

Code 9. Get down, Madam President!

I shot him point blank,

and his head... fell off.

I know this sounds insane,

but this horseman, he
was headless, right?

And he kept coming.

The whole city's on lockdown.

DHS, Secret Service,

local PD all on red alert
looking for the bad guys

who took a potshot at POTUS.

And all we have to go on
is a dead escort driver,

and another one who everyone thinks

is concussed and talking crazy.

But you think differently?

I'm the only one who
sees another possibility.

And you're the closet thing I have

to an expert on this brand of craziness.

I've seen a demon

and witches...

but there's more out there, isn't there?

More monsters?

This guy's telling the truth, isn't he?

Did the assailant carry an axe?

The escort driver said he was carrying

a glowing, red-hot axe.

You know what this thing is?

An abomination.

He goes by many different names

in many different incarnations,

but is unerring in his determination.

If the Horseman has set his sights

on the president of the United States,

nothing will deter him from his goal.

In other news,

it's only Monday.

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Soulless blackguard.

Merciless killer.

Death incarnate.

Dark Rider of the Apocalypse.

This is the creature we face.

The Horseman cannot be reasoned with.

He is a single-minded
engine of destruction,

and woe to all those who cross his path.

Something tells me you're about to say

we're gonna cross it anyway.

I figured the bastard
would show lack of a face

sooner or later.

Okay, I have practical questions.

No head, right? So how does he breathe?

How does he communicate?

Is there, like, a utility neck hole?

I need to know what I'm working with.

More importantly, this
thing is after the president

of the United States. Why?

The Horseman's sole purpose in the past

has been to retrieve his head.

Uh, the Norse myth of Mimir.

He was a god who got his head cut off

in a god war, right?

And the king of the gods
had it embalmed with herbs

and preserved the head so that...

Pickled god heads, dude?

Tell me this is going somewhere.

The heads of royalty
have been considered

powerful totems by many cultures.

The pygmies have the
whole shrunken-head thing.

Yeah, see, the more
important the person,

the more juju in the head.

Many cultures believe heads of state

possess magical qualities.

The Horseman seeks the president's head.

But how do we stop him?

The escort driver's testimony said

when the Horseman went
for the president, he...

He reached a barrier he could not pass.

Perhaps a more thorough
investigation of the street

where the Horseman attacked
the president is in order.

Uh, ho-hold on, hold on.

We're talking about
an active investigation

of a presidential assassination attempt.

I might be able to get
you on the scene, Crane,

but not a small army.

Um, can you

boost a signal in an RT-196

through three feet of concrete?

Future me already has.

Well, then, I know how we can be there

and not be there at the same time.

No group has stepped up to
take credit for the attack

on our commander in chief.

Could this be the work of a lone gunman?

One escort driver went down,

and the other fought back over there.

Horseman went after the motorcade,

then something stopped him.

30 paces west.

Copy that.

Well, still think mapping

these tunnels was a waste of time, hmm?

Not how I'd spend my weekend.

Hey, hold up.

Know anything about glyphs and wards?

Um, only that wards can be glyphs,

but glyphs aren't necessarily wards.

And the one you're standing on?

Whoa.

It's Mayan.

Hoy is used

to bless or sanctify.

There's another over here.

These were carved centuries ago.

Druidic.

Duir, the oak.

A rune used to unlock the way.

You...

uh, know your runes.

You keep eyeballing me like that,

you'll lose an eye.

You are so not her type.

They say opposites attract.

Yeah, I don't know who "they" are,

but, uh, according to Sun Tzu,

you should never fight an uphill battle.

He had seven wives.

And this is where the
Horseman turned tail?

Yeah.

You said 30 paces west
from your last location?

Precisely.

Okay, we're right below you,

and we've got something
strange on our end.

There's something
bolted to the underside

of the manhole cover,

and it's sitting dead center in a ring

of protective magical glyphs.

That are carved into the tunnel walls.

Yeah, from different ancient cultures.

This is a magical ward.

Powerful enough to repel the Horseman.

Your area of expertise.

All I know is

we have six hours until the sun sets.

Can you remove the disc
and return to the vault?

I can examine it there.

Cake.

It's an electro sonic resonance
redactor of my own design.

It's the same principle
as an ultrasound.

Is it hollow?

Uh, filled with liquid.

Oh, yeah, mercury. Yeah.

Highly prized by ancient peoples.

Chinese emperors drank it.

It's not a good idea, by the by.

I don't think it was mercury
alone that did the trick. Look.

Another ward.

This one is...

- Egyptian.
- Oh.

Sa,

used on the tombs of pharaohs.

Wait.

This symbol

and those you discovered
beneath the street.

I've seen this combination before

in the work of a
highly skilled engineer,

surveyor,

and city planner.

His name was Benjamin Banneker.

No way.

No, I've read everything there is

to read on Banneker.

Okay? He was the man.

A true champion of the
Civil Rights Movement

200 years before there
even was a movement.

Banneker was a
revolutionary on many fronts.

I'd once

read an account by a colonial officer,

unnamed,

which described a visit to
Banneker's Maryland workshop

in 1777.

My name is Captain Ichabod Crane.

I'm here on the orders of
General George Washington

to deliver a message
to Benjamin Banneker.

I'm Ben Banneker.

And right now you're
trespassing on my property.

Right, well, I...

According to Maryland
law, it is within my rights

to shoot you dead.

I come in peace, sir.

So...

if you could cut me down.

Now get off my land.

I am to deliver a missive, sir.

Keep it.

Tear it up, use it to
stoke your campfire.

It is an invitation, sir,
from your commander in chief

to join the fight against the British.

I'm not interested.

Mr. Banneker.

You... clearly have skills.

These skills could greatly
benefit the war effort.

And what are your skills, Mr. Crane?

If they told you it was
your ability to persuade,

they were blowing smoke.

I, sir,

could not, in good conscience,

stand idly by while a nation

was oppressed by tyranny.

Yet you gloss over the fact

that those who seek to overthrow

aren't any better than the
masters they seek to expunge.

In a vote between the
lesser of two evils,

I choose not to vote at all.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hold it. How could you
know any of this, hmm?

- I read it in Banneker's papers.
- Mm.

Well, Benjamin Banneker
is a hero of mine, okay?

I know everything you
can know about the man,

and anyone that knows anything

doesn't know much because

all of Banneker's papers
burned up in a fire

in 1826.

This one was in the
Sleepy Hollow Historical...

No, it wasn't, dude.

Just admit it.

It's okay.

You're a time traveler.

Okay, come on.

He might dress a little
funky, but that's impossible.

Oh, like Headless Horsemen?

Huh? Demon John Wilkes Booth?

Jake's right.

I lifted a hair follicle off your jacket

and sent it to the lab for

carbon-14 dating.

The lack of fluoride, pollutants,

radiation,

iodine, all suggest

you're from a time long before ours.

He is technically 265 years old.

Oh, my God!

How come you guys didn't mention this?

One point of proof does not a QED make.

Besides, really none of
our business when he's from.

Okay, okay, okay.

So, demons, witches...

monsters exist,

and you're a time traveler?

Uh...

a man out of time.

Oh, my God.

Very well.

I was born in 1751.

I was an officer in
General George Washington's

Colonial Army.

Wait.

This thing that went
after the president,

the red coat, that's not
a fashion statement, is it?

The Horseman and I
have been sworn enemies

since our first meeting
on the battlefield in 1781.

Events transpired that

saw him and me

slumber for...

mm, a little over 200 years.

Until a malevolent demon raised him

as one of the Four Horsemen

of the Apocalypse.

'Twas our great misfortune
to face him many times.

"Our?" You and who?

My partner,

and Miss Jenny's sister,

Lieutenant Grace Abigail Mills.

'Twas our duty as the
two Witnesses to...

You were witnesses?

You just said the Four Horsemen.

So, like, the two Biblical Witnesses?

The very same.

And we did it.

Together,

we stopped the Horseman's master

from unleashing the armies of hell.

You had me at "A man out of time."

Crane?

You and me, outside, now.

You saved my life

so I cut you some slack.

Ever since then, you're
the only person who has

any information on these bizarre

supernatural occurrences
popping up in my cases.

- Agent Thomas...
- Now I find out that you

are the supernatural?

Do you think it's okay
to keep that from us?

- Your anger is warranted.
- Yeah.

But...

there was much to which I
was asking you to adjust.

I'm DHS and a Marine.

I think I can handle
whatever you throw at me.

Very well.

Point taken.

But in a matter of
hours the sun will set

and the Horseman will ride.

Finish your story. Tell
us what we need to know.

But do us the courtesy
of being straight with us.

We good?

- No.
- Yes.

But we're burning daylight.

You knew Banneker?

No.

He knew Banneker.

Knew him personally.

Well...

enough to know he would've
greatly appreciated

your admiration, Master Wells.

This metal disc,

how is it connected to him?

Washington ordered me
to deliver a missive.

When Banneker refused it, I
followed him into his workshop.

What I beheld inside

was a chamber of wonders.

These plans are...

magnificent.

Do I see signs of the Hermetic code?

An apostle of the square,

level and plumb, are we?

I am a Freemason, yes.

Hmm.

This city.

This does not exist, does it?

Not yet.

No.

But it will.

A metropolis dedicated
to the noble and true,

with liberty and justice for all men,

regardless of their
race, color or creed,

incorporating the sublime aspects

of Persian and Aramaic architecture,

Mayan and Egyptian,

Sumerian.

This city,

this must sit at the heart

of our new nation.

A beacon.

A bright, shining jewel.

A tarnished one, perhaps.

Your so-called founders,

Washington, Jefferson, Franklin,

they speak of freedom,

yet they allow the abhorrent
practice of slavery to continue.

They ignore the relevance

of an entire segment of
the American population.

I am an abolitionist, Mr. Banneker.

I agree.

All men, regardless of race,

creed or color,

deserve to be free.

Revolution can only begin on the page.

The final act must be
played on the streets...

to the resounding beat
of righteous hearts.

I know these men.

Speak.

They will hear you.

In my correspondence with Washington,

I have said as much.

Perhaps... um, there's
a different approach.

This issue, if not dealt with,

will tear this new union apart.

Good day to you, Mr. Crane.

This was surprisingly pleasurable.

Safe journeys from whence you came.

So, if this ward

was built by Banneker and it
is able to deter the Horseman,

what else was in his arsenal?

See, right there?

Problem is, what I
told you before is true.

All of Banneker's papers burned
up in a fire 150 years ago.

Maybe not all.

You say there was a folio
with the symbol of Sa

- in Banneker's workshop?
- Indeed.

Joe and I busted into this

black market artifact
auction a while back.

I saw a leather folio

with that symbol on the side.

May I?

Yeah.

Here.

Architectural drawings

from the collection of B. Banneker.

Wait. How is this even possible?

Dude, I've searched
everywhere for any trace

that any of Banneker's work
might've survived that fire.

Yeah, I've been working
these black market channels

for a long time, and the good news is,

the buyer lives here in D.C.

The folio sold for a small fortune

to tech billionaire Malcolm Dreyfuss.

Mr. Dreyfuss, a word.

A Department of
Homeland Security officer

is here to see you, and she
has Ichabod Crane in tow.

They're on their way up right now.

All right.

Well, let's just let it play out,

and if it seems like they have
any clue about what we're up to,

talismans, et cetera,

then I may need you to
improvise, my friend.

They said it was a matter
of national security,

- Mr. Dreyfuss.
- Hmm.

Agent Diana Thomas, Department
of Homeland Security.

Okay.

Will you tell me, is this
about the insider trading

or the offshore accounts maybe,

or did you finally find
the ditch where all the...

the bodies are buried?

So, please tell me, how may I

be of service to the mighty DHS?

I'm investigating a pressing case.

Oh, does this have something
to do with the president?

I hear people are

absolutely losing their heads

over last night's attack.

Our work is classified.

What I can tell you
is that we're looking

for a specific item that we
think may be in your possession.

It's a leather folio once
owned by Benjamin Banneker.

I... I do have a rare Banneker folio.

It's in the vault downstairs.

Would you be a dear and go fetch that?

What made you first pick up the item?

I guess I am a freak for the freaky.

I've always been intrigued
by the concept of the occult,

and this is definitely the town for it.

Washington D.C....
has quite a reputation

as a hotbed for alleged
supernatural activity.

Ghosts, goblins, demons, witches...

even the odd leprechaun.

Yes. Every city has its share of lore

and its admirers.

Perhaps your considerable
success, like Banneker's,

relies on the preternatural.

Oh, I don't, um, I don't need
Banneker's folio for that.

I sold my soul...

to the devil

at age 25.

Sorry. I kid, of course.

It's one thing to read comic books.

It's entirely another to believe

a man can fly.

By the way you speak of him,

sounds like Banneker was the latter.

Oh, yes. Banneker,
he definitely believed

in powers and forces way

beyond our ken,

a credence reflected in his folio.

Banneker's plans for a golden city

were said to have been
used by Pierre L'Enfant

as a template for Washington D.C.

Banneker envisioned

the impossible

laid over the possible.

Take J Street, for example.

There is no J Street in D.C.

It was skipped because the letter "J"

was interchangeable with the letter "I"

in Colonial times.

Yes. However,

there are those in the occult community

who claim that J Street actually exists.

In fact, some even say

that J Street was meant to be a trap

for any supernatural threat
to the seat of government.

Well.

Your knowledge of the
supernatural certainly is...

extensive.

Mr. Dreyfuss,

the board was expecting
you a half hour ago.

You're free to borrow this.

If that's all you need from me...

Thank you for your cooperation.

Thank you. Thank you.

Quite the supernatural
hobbyist, is he not?

That's a tactic a lot of people

at the top of the pyramid use.

Play the odd bird, hide
your true intentions.

Regardless of his
motive, if the information

he gave on J Street is correct,

it may be exactly what we
need to stop the Horseman.

I think we both know I don't have

a board meeting today
because, uh, oh, that's right,

I don't have a board.

What are you playing at, Malcolm?

Why give them Banneker's map?
Why tell them about J Street?

I'm delegating, my friend.

No one knows the Dark
Rider better than Crane,

and if he can use J Street
to trap the Horseman,

then we will be able to bargain
from a position of strength.

Crane is your enemy.

Why trust him with a job this important?

A beta test.

No one has been to J
Street in hundreds of years.

It's your call, but for the record,

I advise against it.

Noted and appreciated.

Banneker's golden city is practically

one-to-one to the actual layout of D.C.

So, Banneker went and worked
with the founders after all?

Story for another day. We
do not have long to prepare.

You're thinking J Street.

It is a cul-de-sac,

so if we lure the Horseman in,

we can use Banneker's
disc to block his way out.

But you said that it's enchanted,

so how do we open it?

There-There might be some reference

in the secret histories.

Very good. With me.

Wow. You came loaded for bear.

Yeah, well, none of
this'll stop the Horseman,

but might slow him down.

I understand Crane's connection

to him and all of this, but...

you got pulled in
because of your sister?

Yeah. I was with her

when the whole Witness
thing started for her.

I was 12. She was 13.

We took a shortcut home from school

and came upon a demon raising a warlock

in front of these four white trees.

Four white trees.

Here.

An entry that purports
the way to J Street.

Right.

If you could learn

where the president
is being kept tonight,

then we can intercept
the Horseman en route.

I can try, but what's your
plan to lure the Horseman?

Much as he would like
the president's head,

I think he'd leap at
the chance for mine.

Okay, well, I will stop in my
office and see what I can find,

and I will meet you
between I and K streets.

Soon to be J.

Hey, Clara.

Yeah, so, you're picking up Molly

from soccer practice
this afternoon, right?

Great. You're a lifesaver.

See you soon. Bye.

This is impossible.

DHS has sent out a fleet
of decoy motorcades.

Air Force One is already
in the air, but POTUS

is staying locked up tight,
safe in the White House.

Very good. Then the
Horseman will have to venture

down Pennsylvania Avenue

to reach his target.
Any other direction,

he'll have his route blocked
by one of Banneker's wards.

I shall intercept him. Lure him here.

How are we gonna get this entrance open?

The others are negotiating it.

The workings of this entrance

are hidden in the
tunnels beneath our feet.

Come.

Now, according to comparison charts

between Banneker's map and, uh,

what I've been able to chart of
this tunnel system, we're close.

I don't see any handles,
locks, levers, buttons,

counterweights, nothing.

The secret histories are
fairly straightforward

on how to get to J Street.

Those who can speak the words

may open the way.

I don't see any words,
but I do see more glyphs.

Well, that's your jam. No?

Yeah.

Molly drew this.

Hmm. She is quite the gifted artist.

And meticulous. She dates
all of her notebooks.

She drew this weeks
before she ever met you.

How is that even possible?

I want the unvarnished truth this time.

Very well.

This picture...

this is when Abbie and I first met.

This was when the
Horseman slew her mentor.

And this...

this was her first brush
with the supernatural.

Abbie, your partner. The one that died.

Yeah.

It's as if these were drawn

from her perspective.

She was a-a... what do
you call it... a Witness.

Like you, right?

A mantle,

which Miss Jenny and I believe
has passed on to another.

Molly.

If you'll allow me to...

Uh, I don't... You, what do you think,

she just inherited this Witness?

Agent Thomas...

The Horseman...

has a head.

Tell the others to open the way.

- Okay.
- I'll bring him to you.

The doorway. Open it now!

Let's hope this works.

Hoy. Duir.

Sa.

Raido.

We need this thing open. Now!

Are you so eager for
the president's head

that you would turn
down this opportunity?

You've waited a long time for this.

Look, it's right here.

I knew we should've done a test run.

No! No! The secret
histories were very clear.

Those who can speak the words

may open the way.

"Speak," as in translate
four different languages

into one.

The one we speak.

Try this.

Hoy.

Make sacred.

Sa.

Perhaps you're afraid.

Now you have a chin,

I might take a swing at it. Hmm?

That's right...

Oh...

Sa. Protect from evil.

Duir.

Unlock the way.

Raido.

For our journey.

Whoa.

Come on.

Come on! Come on, let's go. Let's go.

Guess you know your runes.

Alex. Phase two.

You're on deck.

What was that?

I don't know,.

Something is off.

Go back the way we came. Now!

Hello, old chum.

Aah!

Come on, come on. Let's do this!

Almost there.

Where are they?

Aah!

Go!

Go! Go!

All right, we're good.

Go! Now!

Close the door!

Well. Roaches check in,

end up buying a time share.

Capital work.

For a group so new to this war,

we have fought exceptionally
well this night.

This is truly a milestone
in the war against evil.

None of this changes the fact

that you kept crucial
information from me.

About who you are, where you're from,

when you're from, and about my daughter.

And that you think there is a
world in which I'm gonna let you

take her anywhere near any of this.

I assure you upon my honor,
every one of us will be with you

for every step of this journey,

and Molly's safety
is absolute paramount.

Yeah. Which is why

none of you are coming
anywhere near her.

I understand this is
difficult to take in...

Stop. This ends here and now.

No more supernatural
creatures. No more Vault.

No more you.

Agent Thomas.

You cannot escape this.

Yeah?

Watch me.

Okay, Molly. I am going
to ask you some questions

and I want you to answer them as
truthfully and as best you can.

You draw from life. Where'd
you see these things?

I don't know.

I didn't actually see them.

It was like they came to me in a dream.

Are you still having these dreams?

No, Mom.

Not since I stopped being quiet.

Did I do something wrong?

No. Absolutely not. Okay?

And we are gonna go back
to the way things were

before any of this.

I promise you.

Sweet girl, promise.

Mind if we join you?

Whoa. Oh, oh, oh, oh.

Easy. Easy...

I come in peace.

My understanding is you
want the president's head.

As it happens, I can
work that out for you.

Man of few words. I like that.

I can get you out of here,

and I can get you near
the commander in chief.

In fact, I will even give
you that thorn in your side,

one Ichabod Crane.

I'll take that as a yes.

I've removed Banneker's disc.

The way is clear.

Excellent, Jobe.

I think this is the beginning
of a beautiful friendship.

Mm.

Mm-hmm. Mm.

My strength is replenished,

and I am ready for battle once more.

So...

whether ye be "Skurar" or "Malm" or...

"Hemnes,"

I shall show your Swedish cohorts

that I am the master of this domain.

Four...

Which is the big one?

There's a big one and a small one.

Well, the... this is...

It's a...

There's a big one and a small...

Creaking floorboard.

Add it to the long list of repairs.

Home, sweet, home.

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