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Previously on Sleepy Hollow...

You wanted to be informed

when he arrived.

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

If the Horseman has set his sights

on the president of the United States,

nothing will deter him from his goal.

My whole life I believed
there was something

bigger out there and now I find out

it's all true.

Remind me to punch you

even harder than I usually do.

You kept crucial information from me

about who you are, where you're from,

when you're from

and about my daughter.

Molly's safety

is absolute paramount.

Which is why none of you

are coming anywhere near her.

Oh...

hey.

Hey.

Um, is your mom home?

Uh, yeah, but she told me

I wasn't supposed to talk

to you... or your friends.

Molly, inside, now.

What are you doing here?

We came to talk.

Is Crane here? He said he'd meet me.

No, he's not here.

I told the two of you
to stay away from us.

Look, I know this is

a lot for you to handle,

finding out that Molly
is the next Witness.

I have lived through what that's like,

that's why you have to listen to us.

The only thing I have to do

is protect my daughter.

I know, of course,

and all I'm trying to say

is...

Damn it, where is Crane?

He said we would do this together.

Well, when you find him,

you can both not come here again.

That went well.

Mr. Dreyfuss,

how was your visit with Dr. Lonergan?

Dr. Lonergan said

my current life expectancy is 85 years.

Eighty-five?

Enough for most.

When I'm 85,

I'm just gonna be getting started.

Think about what I've
accomplished so far

and then think about
how much more I could do.

It's not that I need to have more time,

it's that the world needs
me to have more time.

This is for their benefit.

Of course...

and it has nothing to do

with what will happen
to your eternal soul

upon your death.

My friend...

...I'm afraid you

think too small.

Once again, thank you.

I encourage you to
think globally, but act

narrowly.

Case in point, where are we

with the next talisman? Hmm?

Still tracking it, but in the meantime,

I've located the map of the ley lines,

the wellsprings where
their power converges.

It's arriving at a museum tonight.

Wunderbar.

At last,

finally get to know
where we can assemble

all these lovely puzzle pieces.

Crane?

Hello?

Crane?

You left me hanging with Diana.

How many times have I told
you to get a decent dead bolt?

A five-year-old could break in here.

Crane?

Oh.

Ugh.

Crane?

Oh.

According to the spectrometer,

it's ten percent unknown protein

and 90% ferric hydroxide.

That's spider silk.

Spider silk?

That was all over Crane's apartment.

Well, that's a big-ass spider.

- It can't be good.
- Okay, well,

Diana can probably put
out an APB on Crane.

You know, maybe he just went to
the mall and got lost... again.

No, he's not answering
any of his calls or texts.

Okay, well, maybe she
can put out a trace...

No, we don't need to call her.

Besides,

wherever Crane is now,
a cop is not gonna help.

The last time I saw him he
was coming out of J Street.

Dreyfuss said they used to
trap monsters there and...

it's possible we brought
something else back with us.

Something evil.

- Or something that took Crane?
- Yes.

Something that doesn't like light.

Whatever made this probably
goes real heavy on the SPF.

Wait, hang on.

Oh, yes, yes, uh, I read something

in Benjamin Franklin's journals.

Uh... here.

In 1778,

Franklin wrote about coming across

"a curious substance.

"A, uh, viscous secretion

"displaying otherworldly properties

and marked photophobia."

Where did Franklin find the substance?

Uh, he found it from some
colonists in Maryland.

Apparently a farmer from
Williamsburg went missing.

Uh, they discovered his
body a week later in a cave

in the Aberdeen Woods.

I mean, it had been
cocooned in this stuff.

"Cava Desperavi."

The cave of despair.

Oh, yeah, that doesn't
sound ominous at all.

39 degrees by...

seventy-six.

It's the Aberdeen Proving Ground.

Wait, you think the
cave is still out there?

Only one way to find out.

Um, Aberdeen is an army facility

with army men carrying army guns.

And it's standing
between me and that cave.

Noted.

- Okay, then we'll go with you.
- We will?

Yes, if you're going out
there, we got your back.

Thank you.

But this is a little out of your league.

It's easier if I go alone.

She thinks we can't handle it.

You think that we can handle five to ten

- for trespassing on a military base?
- Okay, Alex,

we helped take down a
Horseman of the Apocalypse.

Okay, our days of just sitting here

and watching this world go by

are over. Done.

Jenny doesn't need us.

Really? Alex,

the Catholics who founded Maryland

thought that this cave was home

to the Sicarius Spei.
The slayer of hope.

All right, this thing is the living

embodiment of despair, and it
doesn't just kill its victims.

No, it...

it-it feeds on their misery

until it drives them to kill themselves.

You think she's ready for that?

Hang the bastard, hang him.

- Murderer!
- String him up!

Where am I?

What in God's name is this?

Order!

Captain Ichabod Crane.

The jurors of our sovereign lord

present that you did commit
certain crimes of cowardice,

thoughtlessness,

and abdication of your
sacred duties as a Witness.

You stand charged

with the sundry act of murder.

Murder?

Whose murder?

Who is making this accusation?

No.

It can't be.

Hello, Father.

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This is not real.

This is some kind of nightmare or...

a vision, or...

Is this a dead girl
which I see before me?

But I was in my rooms, and then, um...

I assure you

I am as real

as the guilt in your heaving heart.

- No, you are not my son.
- Mm, oh.

Henry died.

You have seen enough spirits come back

from beyond the veil, Father.

Look at me.

Am I not

the baby you abandoned?

Am I not the child

you left to be persecuted?

Am I not the man you snuffed out

like a simpering dog?

If this truly is you,

Henry,

then I too am dead,

and this is a kind of limbo

where I await eternal judgment.

If that makes you feel better.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I have an opening statement to make...

to prove Ichabod Crane
is guilty of the murder

of Abigail Mills.

Freeze!

Ah.

Pete, is that you? Quit fooling around.

This is a restricted area.
What are you doing here?

Oh, wait, you're not Pete.

Put the bag down.

- What?
- Bag down.

Oh, okay, uh...

- Hands up.
- Okay.

Uh, I thought you were my boyfriend.

I-I'm sorry, we were just
trying to find our way

off the trails and he went up ahead.

Is he okay? Where is he?

This is an army facility.

- What?
- Didn't you see the signs walking in?

No, no, I didn't see
anything. I'm so sorry.

Am I in trouble?

Come on, I'll get you out of here.

- I can get that.
- I got it.

Whoa, whoa,

hey, what is that?

- Hands back up! Hands up!
- Yeah.

Cover her.

Hands behind your back.

That is so not good.

We got to help her.

How?

See if they'll trade her
for some free archiving work?

I have an idea.

Ladies...

...gentlemen,

friends,

we are not here for mere vengeance,

petty victories.

We are here

for justice

for one who greatly deserves it:

Grace Abigail Mills.

She was a warrior,

a champion,

and her life was cut short

by the senseless actions

of this man before you.

Murderer!

This is insanity.

The Lieutenant died so that

all of us may live.

She sacrificed herself for you.

Because there was no other way

to stop the apocalypse.

No other way? Ha!

That's your excuse for
everything, isn't it?

There was no other way

to save the life of Joe Corbin, either.

Or Abraham Van Brunt

or my mother.

Murderer!

Murderer!

Ladies and gentlemen, we cannot allow

this man...

to bear another child,

to love another wife,

to make another friend.

We cannot allow

Ichabod Crane to live another day.

'Cause everyone he touches,

sooner or later, dies.

Is it dinner time yet?

I'm starving.

- All I have are Tic Tacs.
- What are you doing here?

I'm saving your ass.

You're welcome, by the way.

You've been released

on the recognizance
of Homeland Security.

Anything you do now

reflects on me.

Need you to sign right here, ma'am.

Thank you.

And how did you know I was here?

Jake and Alex called,

said you were in trouble.

You know, it's nothing
I couldn't have handled.

Next pee break, I was gone.

So, why don't you save
the "you're welcomes"

for someone who needs 'em.

I've entered the coordinates

of this cave of yours into my GPS.

I thought you didn't want to
have anything to do with us.

Well, I don't want you
anywhere near Molly.

I don't trust you,
not after all the lies.

But Jake called and
said it was an emergency,

that Crane could be hurt or worse.

And you just had to come help?

You know, it may come as a surprise,

but Crane and I got along just fine

for a long time without you.

I know all about how you got along.

Single mom, deadbeat dad,

in and out of foster care
before bouncing between juvy

and psych institutions.

Your file made for an interesting read.

So my file,

did it say anything about why
I was in the psych institutions?

Abby and I ran into something
when we were Molly's age.

Something supernatural and it
messed us up for a long time.

Only later did we find out

that it all happened
because Abby was the Witness.

Hey,

you can try and deny what's happening.

That's what my sister did.

But it caught up to
her and sooner or later,

it's gonna catch up to you.

And Molly, too.

Something was dragged down here.

Spider silk.

I hate spiders.

Crane!

Oh, God. What is this?

It's a cocoon.

- A cocoon?
- Yeah.

Ah, it's stuck.

Damn it!

Diana, stop!

You're hurting Crane.

What's happening to me?

- What?
- Crane is bleeding from the same place

as that thing.

They must be psychically linked.

I don't think we can
kill it or it'll kill him.

Cut him down and let's get out of here.

I'm trying! It's too strong.

Plus, I don't think it's normal webbing.

I think it's nerves of some kind.

Whatever that thing is,
it's gonna come back soon.

- We cannot stay here.
- Wait,

we got to...

Come on!

We'll be back, I promise.

I have seen your true face, demon.

This is an illusion.

You need me alive.

You need me to succumb willingly.

Very well.

Shall we play this game?

You are good, wise,

God-fearing people.

Will you hear me speak

or will you simply accept
what this man tells you

with his... frankly, cheap rhetoric

and grandstanding?

I ask you before God,

allow me to defend myself.

Let's hear what he has to say!

Let's hear him!

Let's hear it!

Order,

order,

order...

order in the court!

Your Honor,

may we allow the accused to speak?

He can only make things
worse for himself.

Hey, guys, uh, I think

I found something.

Franklin's journals didn't
have any more reference

to the Despair creature, but

he did reference the
account of a freed slave who

had a run-in with it at Valley Forge.

Now, I located the account,

but it's in some kind
of handwritten code.

That's Grace Dixon.

Yeah, that's right. How'd you know?

She was a key figure in
the battle against evil

during the war and a friend of Crane's.

Abby and I are her direct descendants.

Try an Al-Qalqashand
transposition cipher,

keyword: Fredericks.

That was badass.

I can scan this and make a digital copy.

Oh, cool, sure.

- Here.
- Okay.

Okay, just let me

try and get this straight... so,

Crane worked with Grace
Dixon 250 years ago.

Then he wakes up in our time

and the first person
he met was your sister,

her great-great-great granddaughter?

That's quite a coincidence.

No, there are no coincidences. This...

this is what we've
been trying to tell you.

All of us, everyone in this fight,

our lives are entwined.

From Grace, toe and Abby,

to Abby and Crane, it
is one great big web.

And now you're telling me that
Molly is entangled in this web?

If that's how you want
to look at it, yes.

The way I see it,

we're a part of each other's lives now.

That means we can help each other.

And I'll be honest, these connections,

we don't understand them that well.

But I do know this:

Abby and Crane had a bond so strong

that they could literally

tug each other back
from different worlds.

They always knew how to reach each other

and how to...

how to pull each other
out of the depths.

That is not something to be afraid of.

That's a gift.

Guys,

I think we've got it.

"February 12, 1778.

"Now is the winter of our discontent."

Washington's men are
encamped at Valley Forge

where they have been
overcome with a sense

of dread foreboding.

I was called to the camp

because the general believed

a malevolent force was
behind this disquiet.

The British had

loosed upon us a monster

that fed off raw human despair.

The way it operated was
to capture a single soldier

and then imprison his soul.

This beast created,

within the soldier's mind,

the illusion of a spiritual trial,

through which it dredged up
all the man's guilt and regret

to feed upon.

Once sated,

the creature was able
to extend its dark powers

and radiate feelings of
despair to all around it.

Feelings so powerful

that many of those exposed

were driven

to the bleakest of ends.

Valley Forge, one of
the darkest chapters

of the American Revolution,

was caused by the thing that has Crane?

So when Washington said,

"These are the times
that try men's souls,"

he was being literal.

I mean, Despair

put a man's soul on trial.

And this is what Crane is
going through right now?

Yes.

If we don't free him soon,

not only will Crane die,

but everyone in the
vicinity of that cave...

- Meaning an army base full of people.
- They'll be driven to suicide.

You say that everyone around me dies.

'Tis true.

I have suffered great loss in my life.

But is that not the plight of a soldier?

For that is what I am.

A soldier,

engaged in the most vital of wars.

So too was the Lieutenant.

She was my partner.

She...

she was my friend.

She knew all too well the risks

of engaging in battle.

And I would die a thousand deaths

if it meant she would
live but one more hour.

But in the end...

...she made a choice.

And what of me, Father?

Was I a soldier, too?

Do you recognize this box?

I spent

200 years in it.

Eating dirt.

Breathing in my own filth.

Because of you.

Because you failed to protect your son.

Henry...

I didn't know you existed.

No.

Because you were too busy soldiering.

Be honest with yourself...

if you had known that
Mother was with child,

would anything have changed?

Would you have done
anything differently?

You're right.

The first duty of a parent
is to protect their child.

A...

A friend reminded me
of that only recently.

I will always regret what
happened to you, Henry.

But if you are a demon,

you chose the wrong face.

For I cherish the opportunity
to speak once more with my son.

To tell him that,

in spite of everything between us,

I always loved him.

I never gave up hope for him.

Every battle I joined,

I did for those I love

and seek to protect.

Especially you, Henry.

My boy.

I know I said I'd be home by now, but...

work just... got crazy.

Yeah, that's okay. Can I watch TV?

Not until your homework's done.

And no pizza.

Tell Claire to heat up
the chicken in the fridge.

You got it.

Moo?

I love you.

Love you, too.

She's eating pizza.

And watching TV.

Sounds like my kind of girl.

She definitely has a mind of her own.

I can't blame her.

Well, you know, it's got to be tough

being the child of a single parent.

Especially one who isn't always there.

It's just you two against the world.

Always has been.

She's my anchor.

You know, my mom,

she... she did everything

to protect Abby and me.

It was just us against the world.

And, uh, she thought
she could do it alone,

but she couldn't.

Not with what she was fighting.

Okay.

Turns out Grace Dixon
managed to turn things around

at Valley Forge with
something she called

"the fire of joy."

Until now, most people thought
that was just a metaphor

for cheering people up, right?

But it turns out

it was a literal fire.

She came up with a flammable compound

capable of incinerating
Despair's webbing.

"Saltpeter, bitumen,
sulphur, hot pitch."

I can handle this, except for

"resin of quicklime"?

- Do you mind if I... Thanks.
- Yeah.

"Resin of quicklime, AKA..."

Damn.

- Nitrated hexamine?
- HMX.

Yeah, it's a military-grade explosive.

I know, a very dangerous,

very illegal military-grade explosive.

- There's no way you're gonna get...
- I can get some.

I know a guy.

I'm not surprised.

Great. Well, now, all we need now is

a delivery device to
concentrate and direct the fire.

Fortunately the specs
listed in this text

match an artifact that
I've been able to track

to the Smithsonian
storage. We can get it.

W-Wait, you have access to
the Smithsonian storage units?

- W...
- Well, if by access

you mean do we have a way
to sneak in and take stuff

without people knowing?

Then, yeah, we got access.

Let's go.

Look, we...

always put everything back.

Mostly everything.

I don't want to know this.
I don't want to know this.

What?

You are loving this, aren't you?

Sneaking around.
Playing cloak and dagger.

You should've heard yourself back there.

"We just need a delivery device,
and then we can go get it."

Oh, hey, we're fighting
a war against evil.

Alex, we helped take down the
Horseman of the Apocalypse.

I know, you keep saying that.

Look, and I'm gonna keep saying it.

I mean, when is that
ever not gonna be cool,

huh?

Alex, did you know that five weeks ago,

I had an interview at
the Library of Congress?

You were gonna leave
the Vault? Sitting around

and reading about all
of these amazing things

just made me realize
I wasn't doing anything

but sitting around and
reading about amazing things.

The stuff in the Vault was
great, but none of it was real.

And I knew that as long as I
stayed inside of that Vault,

it would never be.

Never.

I mean, talk about a
cave of despair, right?

But then Crane comes along,

and all of a sudden,

everything is real.

Did you ever consider that
maybe some of that stuff

is best left in the
pages of those books?

Maybe.

Yeah, but right now,

I'm ready for anything.

Right, this is it.

Look for shelf 21, lot 43A.

I got it.

The Pen Huo Qi.

Tenth century Chinese welding torches.

God.

Someone's coming.

Tell me again how you're
ready for anything.

I've been in foxholes in
Iraq that were friendlier.

Hey, Bunker.

You look good.

You got some nerve, Mills.

Yeah, I've heard that.

Listen, we're looking to score some HMX.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

I got some right here.

You thought I forgot about Indiana?

I was kind of hoping you did.

Stand down, Marine.

Second radio battalion Al-Qa'im, 2006.

3-5 Fallujah.

0-4. The real one.

Listen, leather balls.

Do me a solid, cut her some slack.

You're lucky you got
good friends, Mills.

Leather balls?

Takes one to know one.

A hundred a pound.

Cash.

We'll take all of it. Pay the man.

Semper Gumby, right?

Semper Gumby.

Marines.

I'm telling you, the
guy went full-on demon

and I saw pictures of
him when I was researching

the Banneker folio. And guess what?

He's head of Malcolm
Dreyfuss' security detail.

Goes with him everywhere.

So Dreyfuss really does
have demonic connections.

Mm-hmm.

That's something we're gonna
have to deal with tomorrow.

Right now, we got other priorities.

- Yes.
- You loaded up?

Yeah.

The recipe was pretty straightforward.

As far as "fire of joy" recipes go.

Let's go get our man.

So tell me, Father,

who is Diana Thomas?

She is a new ally.

- She a soldier, too?
- She is.

Would you say you've formed a bond?

I would.

She is virtuous of
spirit, noble of character.

So, so, y-you have moved on already.

Less than two months and
you have a new partner.

The person that you cared
about with all your heart

not cold in the grave before
you left Sleepy Hollow.

There was no other way for us.

"No other way."

I think we've heard that before, huh?

Tell me something.

Why haven't you grieved Abigail Mills?

I have.

So, it was grieving that motivated you

to find a whole new collection

of compatriots, huh?

But he won't have to
wait long to grieve again.

Won't be too long before

one of his new partners is killed.

Even worse, I hear

there is a child involved.

Will you have her death
on your conscience, too?

How will you explain that to her mother?

You can see it, can't you?

You bottle your grief

because you know how it will end.

You are guilty.

Always will be.

It is inevitable.

You know what you have to do.

Good-bye, Father.

He's over there.

Oh, wow.

That cannot be comfortable.

Wouldn't want to see
his dry cleaning bill.

Okay, remember I showed
you how to control the flow.

Use the dials and keep

- a steady pressure...
- Alex, Alex, relax,

I got it.

Oh, you got it.

Yeah... Uh, right.
Steady pressure. I got it.

Can you hurry up?

Whatever you're doing, do it faster.

Uh-huh.

- Are you okay?
- Yeah, I'm good. I'm good.

You sure?

- Easy.
- He's fast.

Keep going.

We'll go put this thing down.

That's it.

The link should be broken.

Okay. Okay...

Move, you bastard.

Hey,

- you okay?
- Yeah.

Crane?

Crane?

Crane?

Crane, wake up.

- He's still alive.
- I don't understand.

We just killed the thing
that had him captive.

U-Unless he's already too
far gone inside his own mind.

Too far gone, what does that mean?

It means he's still
trapped inside the illusion.

So, what? There's no way to reach him?

His soul is adrift.

He's lost his connection to our world.

He needs an anchor.

Mom?

Hey, baby.

I know it's late. Listen, I, uh...

I need you to do something for me, okay?

You know those... those
drawings in your sketchbook?

Yeah.

Yeah, okay, you're so...

good at, uh... at coming up with stories

behind the drawings.

You know the man you drew, Mr. Crane?

What else can you tell me about him?

I think he's a nice man.

Kind.

Funny.

But...

he can also be sad.

Why is he sad?

He thinks that he's alone.

But the funny thing is,

he's wrong.

He's got lots of friends.

But he feels like he's let them down.

Even you, Mom.

But he hasn't.

He gives people something they all need.

What's that, baby?

Hope.

Hope.

He gives everyone hope.

Honey...

okay, this next part
is really important.

If you could tell him
anything right now,

what would you say?

I would tell him...

...don't ever give up hope.

Molly.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Come here.

I...

Your daughter.

Is she here?

No, I-I called her.

What did you hear?

Abby.

Abby's words.

Molly's voice.

We have much to discuss.

I guess we do.

You know, I got to say,

this has been a night to remember.

I'm guessing this is the first
time you've said those words.

Ha! Joke all you want, Alex.

Yeah, I know you got
a kick out of it, too,

- Okay...
- Didn't you? I mean, how often

do you get to use tenth
century Chinese torches

to cut a man out of a despair
creature's psychic web, huh?

Not often enough.

Exactly.

Look.

It's completely inert.

No response to light.

Yeah. That makes sense.

The creature's dead, so is its webbing.

What are you gonna do with it?

I should probably just dump it.

Yeah. Maybe tomorrow.

So, how much would you have missed me?

Like, on a scale of one to devastated.

You know I still have
those torches, right?

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