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Previously on Sleepy Hollow...

He's lost his connection to our world.

He needs an anchor.

- Mom?
- You know the man you drew,

Mr. Crane?

If you could tell him anything,

what would you say?

Don't ever give up hope.

Hope, hope, hope...

What did you hear?

Molly's voice.

I sold my soul to the Devil.

It's a tactic a lot of people
at the top of the pyramid use.

Play the odd bird.

Hide your true intentions.

I've located the map of the ley lines.

The wellsprings where
their power converges.

Someone is procuring mystical artifacts.

Where are we with the next Talisman?

Still tracking it.

All these lovely puzzle pieces.

Do you want the pain to stop?

Do you want to purge the guilt

weighing you down in that chair?

Brother, all of your burdens

will be lifted by the power

of the EverLiving Rock.

Yes, yes.

My God.

I can feel my legs.

Now remember,

only those who give,

and give generously,

shall receive.

Hallelujah!

Hurry up.

I got a date.

Now, that's a miracle.

Pouring it on a little thick
with the hug, don't you think?

Worked, didn't it?

Next show is at 9:00.

Don't be late again.

You don't even realize

what you have, do you?

Whoa, whoa.

You... you shouldn't be in here.

We're closed.

Mortals... so focused
on their petty desires.

Never seeing... the bigger picture.

Back off there, bud.

Never recognizing

when they're in the presence...

of true power.

Can I get an amen?

Power can be lost,

go missing for centuries, then turn up

in the unlikeliest of places.

But in the end...

power can never remain hidden.

Not to those deserving
enough to wield it.

You are not deserving!

Malcolm, I've secured
the third Talisman.

I'll see you in the morning.

"Don't fight the pain.

"Surrender

to it."

You told me that once.

Remember?

I learned so much from you
and your friends in Hell.

Time to put those lessons to use.

The third-century Celts
were the most fearsome

and bloodthirsty
warriors in all Britannia.

Savage to their barbarian hearts,

they laid waste to all
who challenged them,

including one Danish prince

foolish enough to cross Hadrian's Wall.

He was defeated, of course...

and decapitated.

The Celtic chieftains allowed their men

to lustily kick his head
around for enjoyment.

And from these gruesome origins
grew the sporting endeavor

you modern-day warriors refer to...

as soccer.

- Cool!
- Thank you.

What did they do with the head after?

Did they empty his
brains before they played?

And what about the eyes?

Did they pop out when they kicked it?

- Most likely.
- Okay, that is enough

of a... pep talk from our friend.

Say, "Thank you, Mr. Crane."

Thank you, Mr. Crane.

To a swift victory, Team Bumblebee.

Well, that was a
spirited, rousing match.

Not as spirited as your cheering.

What was that we were shouting?

- "Creep, creep"?
- Qweep, qweep, qweep!

That's the sound of a
white-breasted nuthatch

at the rite of spring in the Colonies.

Mm.

Common expression of
adulation in my day.

Guess that one didn't stick.

And we are all the poorer for it.

Hi, Mr. Crane.

Oh.

Miss Molly is quite the competitor.

Far and away the most
gifted of her teammates.

Yeah, she's always been athletic.

She was the most
coordinated baby in day care.

Is that because she's a Witness?

Oh, no, no.

It does not quite work like that.

Being a Witness does not grant
one special powers or skills.

A Witness is no different
from any other person.

Except that they're a monster magnet.

Well, d... not exactly.

In the war between good and evil,

the Witnesses will always be
drawn to the site of conflict

in order to...

witness it.

What we do at that conflict
is entirely up to us.

The lieutenant and I chose to
battle the forces of darkness.

Miss Molly...

may choose an entirely different path.

But in order to do that, she
must first know who she is.

I know.

I just haven't figured
out how to tell her yet.

I never had a chance
to be father to my son.

Just to sit with him and have...

an honest moment.

I was reminded of this

during my recent ordeal.

And it filled me with regret once again.

Malcolm Dreyfuss.

Enrolled at Stanford at the age of 15.

Dropped out to launch a
start-up in his parents' garage.

Made his first billion at the age of 30.

Certified genius.

Every supernatural encounter we've had

leads back to Dreyfuss.

The Lincoln Memorial.

Dreyfuss Enterprises had a contract

to restore the statue

before Lincoln's head went missing.

The Dyer House.

Dreyfuss had applied for permits

to drain the swamplands around it.

Plus he had the Banneker
folio, which led us to J Street,

where the Despair creature was trapped.

So he's doing all this to
collect mystical artifacts?

To do what?

That is what we must determine.

Master Wells,

you say you saw his
man procuring an item

from the Smithsonian.

Oh, "procuring" is the
nicest way of saying

he incinerated a security guard

while demonically
trashing a storage room.

That guard is officially
a missing person.

It gives us grounds
to question Dreyfuss.

Very good. I should like an opportunity

to get a better measure of the man.

Whilst Agent Thomas and I
have a chat with Mr. Dreyfuss,

perhaps you could divine what it was

he sought from the Smithsonian.

You are, after all,

our artifacts expert.

I wouldn't say I'm an expert, but...

He was talking to me.

Yeah, I knew that.

Mr. Dreyfuss is

just wrapping up a presentation

for our Young Entrepreneurs Program.

It's so inspiring how
much he gives back.

It's... ah, n... w... Ansel,
Ansel, I'm telling you,

Th-the pull-down on page two,
it just... it keeps crashing,

it keeps...

Will you please put the...
c-camera down for one second

and help me out, help me out.

- Right here. Help. Help.
- Run the program in I-D-E

My friend, I'm looking
with a debugger active.

Right at where the c... code stops

and the bug isn't
there... do you see a bug?

- We got to tear all this down.
- Relax. This is just like

when we used to hack arcade game ROMs.

Did you try G-D-B?

- See there?
- You...

- Is that...
- You got it, man.

We... we got it!

Thank you.

That right there, that...

was the precise moment
that my company was born.

And in that moment I had all the skills

and all the knowledge I needed

for success, but the thing is...

I needed Ansel... to show
me how to harness it all.

See, ever since we were kids...

he was the one with all the confidence.

It was Ansel's idea to film
all that in the first place.

Even back then, he was convinced
we were... making history.

And Ansel...

Ansel continues to teach me every day.

He reminds me

that our time here

can always be cut tragically short.

Not one of us knows when
this ride is gonna end.

Right?

So... I'm here

to ask each and every
one of you... this.

What are you gonna do on your ride?

Thank you for coming.

Welcome to Dreyfuss Enterprises.

Please pull all the way in.

Uh, sorry,

I don't have you on my log today.

Excuse me, sir.

Hey.

Do we have a problem?

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Dude, help me out.

That could refer to so
many aspects of your life.

Help you out with what?

Dude, hamsters learn faster than you.

She's not into you.

Well, that's because...

she doesn't know me.

But if someone

were to pave the way...

If someone

would let her know how chill I am...

Good luck finding that someone.

Lunch for the rest of the month.

And your parking space.

Deal. Deal.

Hmm.

I found the museum
inventory that you wanted,

but there's no way
of telling which piece

that Dreyfuss took.

Not from the inventory
alone, but if you match it up

with the bills of lading
from the last month,

you can figure out what was delivered...

And then figure out what's
no longer there. Wow.

That's sharp.

You'd have to hack into the
database of every carrier

that delivers to the Smithsonian.

Three down, five to go.

We could divide and conquer.

Cool.

Cool.

I've been using DoS attacks.

I'm more of an SQL
injection girl myself.

What's with him?

Oh. I'm supposed to be
talking him up to you.

I know.

I've already told him, but I'm getting

a month's worth of lunches out of this.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

Do you want me to cut you in?

No.

Just flash him a smile.

A security guard from the Smithsonian

disappeared from his
shift three nights ago.

Hmm.

An eyewitness put this man at the scene.

Yes, that would be Jobe, my bodyguard.

Jobe... is that his last name?

You know, I never asked him that. Hmm.

May we speak with him?

Well, at the moment,

he happens to be on
a special assignment,

and I'm afraid he insists
on keeping his own schedule,

but all things considered, I have to say

Jobe is well worth his quirks.

Yes, I imagine your own personal demon

can come in quite handy.

Mr. Crane...

I hope it's okay if I call you Ichabod.

Ah, that name...

just tickles me to no end.

Please.

Now, if I were to say

I have any idea

wha...

what in the world you're talking about,

why would I discuss
any of this with you?

Because there is no victory
for you without a gallery.

Which is why you told us you'd
sold your soul to the devil.

Ah.

That's right.

A jest.

Bit of mischief.

And now you're collecting
powerful artifacts

to perpetrate more evil... no
doubt to your great benefit.

Oh, yes, now, that, that...

that does sound like me, yes.

Leveraging assets. Definitely.

Innocent lives be damned.

No.

No. No, no, not-not innocent.

Not at all.

Unless you think you...

have lived an innocent life...

Ichabod.

Sorry, Mr. Dreyfuss,
but we have a situation.

If you'll excuse me.

What? What, what, what?

We've had a breach.

He disabled the security
protocols and gained entrance.

He disabled the secur...
my security... protocol?

Locked out. How is that possible?

- What are you doing?
- Calling the server room.

What's going on?

Security breach.

Secure all data and restricted areas.

Security breach.

Secure all data and restricted areas.

Someone put the building in lockdown.

Oh, my God.

What happened in there?

Ansel.

Ansel, your former partner?

Your dead partner?

You need to tell us
what's going on, right now.

If he wanted to kill you,

he would not have
announced his presence.

He's taunting you.

Daring you to come after him

- because he has what you want.
- This is nuts.

What is the artifact?

- What are you collecting?
- I... really don't

- have time for this.
- What does Ansel want?

I don't know what he...

I don't know what he wan...

Yes?

We're ready, sir.

Okay, good. Listen-listen to me.

No matter what you have to do,

make sure he doesn't get out.

- Yes, sir.
- Go!

Judging by the
appearance of the victims,

Ansel is clearly wielding dark magic.

Your men do not stand
a chance against him.

Hazards of the job.

But no one...

forced these gentlemen to sign up

to be security guards.

Listen, you're...

you're free to wait it out here.

You know, it's the safest
place in the building. Please.

No.

We will not stand idly by

whilst innocent men
suffer for your sins.

Wait, what do you mean you're trapped?

The building's been
sealed off, which means

everyone in here is at the mercy

of a violent and deranged warlock.

The Dreyfuss building's
network is like a tank.

There's no way to break through.

I got it.

What, you cracked their security?

Okay, well, not exactly.

Their admin encryption
is military-grade,

but I was able to get us access

into the lower-level
systems, which is mostly

maintenance stuff, but
it's a foot in the door.

Mm-hmm.

We're working on
getting you out of there.

Just stay safe until we do.

That might not be up to us.

We're too late.

Agent Thomas.

He's in the infrastructure.

Here's what I hacked from
their security cam memory banks.

Hold on. Go back.

So, when he chants a spell,

it activates those markings on his skin.

And those just aren't any markings.

- Those are sigils.
- Sigils?

Yeah, demonic symbols...
each sigil will cast

a different kind of killing spell.

Sigils are

usually recorded

in occult texts, they're not
branded onto people's skin.

Yeah, because once you access
a sigil, it burns itself out.

I can't imagine what
happens if it's on your body.

I'm gonna look into

how to combat sigil magic, okay?

Crane, those men back there...

Yes. 'Twas a grim sight.

I can't expose Molly to this.

If Homeland Security can't handle it,

how is my ten-year-old
daughter supposed to?

No.

Greek fire.

It ignites a flame so voracious

it can never be extinguished.

Crane?

He's going to destroy
the entire building.

Hello, Malcolm.

Ansel?

Is it really you?

Oh, thank God.

- It's a miracle, my friend...
- Shut up.

You've gotten overconfident.

Your security algorithms are for crap.

You used to be better than that.

I am... uh, far better than that now.

And I think we both know

I have always been better than you.

Yes.

You were the better coder and engineer.

But you couldn't leave it at that.

You still had to find
a way to get rid of me.

Because it was always,

always about you, Ansel.

No one ever took me seriously
when you were around.

It just didn't seem to matter to anyone

that I was... I was
the brains, but you know

I was the brains behind...

everything.

All they wanted was
to... talk to the face.

And now...

look at my face.

You should have just had me killed.

Death would have been a relief.

Instead, you banished
me to a circle of Hell

where every day a new demon

burned their name into my flesh.

Took pleasure at my agony.

But I escaped.

Made it back to this world.

Studied what each of these scars meant

and how to use them.

So my pain...

is now my power.

What do you want?

I want my life back.

You have the other pieces.

I want them.

Drop him!

You both should want him dead.

What happens after you kill him?

You bring down the entire
building with everybody in it?

Hmm?

We found the Greek fire.

What good is killing him

if I allow what he's built to survive?

Agent Thomas!

Go! Go! Go!

Is there another way out?

No. The only way out

is back up where Ansel is.

I've locked out the controls.

That'll not hold him for long.

He's come this far; he won't stop now.

Here.

All right. All right, all right.

I can't reach Diana or Crane.

- That's not good.
- Hopefully, it just means

they're somewhere without a signal.

I got it. Got it, got it, got it. Okay.

So, sigils are symbols

that are activated by
saying a spell, right?

Now, what if you could sever
the symbol from the spell?

That, of course, led me to John Dee,

who specialized in Hermetic languages.

And I don't even have to tell you,
deciphering all of that Enoch...

- Jake?
- Yes.

- Focus.
- Got it. Okay, now, this is

a Nam-Shub,

an incantation that can
disrupt the connection

between language and symbols.

This goes all the way
back to the Tower of Babel.

It's like a shutdown command.

So if someone recites
this while the warlock

- is activating a sigil...
- It should deactivate it.

Okay, we just need to find a
way to get this phrase to Crane.

But how? We can't reach him,
and the building's locked down.

Okay, well, we have access

to all of the maintenance
systems, right,

including ventilation.

Right. I thought of that,

but the building switches to
a self-contained air supply.

All the outside vents are closed.

Well, what if tell the
system that the air supply

has been used up?

Then it would have to switch

into backup mode and
vent air from the outside.

Wait-wait, you're going
in through the air duct?

- Yup.
- I should go with you.

- Why?
- You know, in case you need backup.

Actually, I could really use your help

monitoring the situation from here,

you know, in case we need
any more info on the sigils.

- You're the expert, right?
- Right.

Thank you.

What happened?

Your pulse is strong, but you
may have internal injuries.

Listen...

if I don't make it...

tell Molly...

if she keeps hanging out
with that snotty girl Erica,

she'll end up with a lower-back tattoo

and a life full of regret.

That sounds rather like a conversation

for mother and daughter.

There's so much I should tell her.

I just don't know how.

What kind of mother does that make me?

Agent Thomas, you are
an excellent detective

and an intrepid soldier,

but most of all...

you are a superior parent.

I have no doubt when the
time comes to tell Molly,

you will find the words.

Your misgivings are quite unfounded,

for you are governed by one law:

truth.

And with you by her side,
Molly shall never know fear...

nor apprehension.

Quite the pep talk.

Ever thought of coaching youth soccer?

Oof. One deadly situation
at a time, please.

I think some of these

might help us hold him off.

Or we could give him these.

These are what he seeks,
after all, are they not?

No, no, no, we...

we can't let him have these.

Why?

What are they, and
why does he want them?

Okay, first of all,

you got to understand what it was like

when we were first starting out,

when we were just... just
beginning to launch our company.

Right away, Ansel, he...

he became the face of the company.

And I became his shadow.

And he never sought out
the attention, but...

that just made things worse.

It was all my work.

It was all my work... all
my ideas, everything...

but no one ever saw that.

All they saw was Ansel.

I decided I would make them see.

I took possession of everything.

All my work... every program,
every circuit, everything.

Of course, I knew the investors,

they'd file suit to get everything back,

but at that moment...

it didn't matter.

Because something was
telling me to do this.

Something or someone.

What do you want?

No...

No, no, no, no, no,

no, that's my life.

Please.

That's my life. Please.

Give me my life back.

I've often wondered wh-what it was

about that particular moment.

Were those woods in some sort
of mystically charged area

or something?

That night I made a request.

And I got an answer.

No. It wasn't a dream.

Who are you?

A messenger.

This is a c... c-contract?

For what?

For the life you were meant to have.

"As...

payment, signee agrees to..."

"surrender his soul

upon... death"?

A-And if I... I don't agree?

No, no, no.

No, no, no.

What about Ansel?

You won't have to
worry about him anymore.

I'll see that he's taken care of.

I never asked for anything
bad to happen to Ansel.

You had no need.

You knew that your unholy alliance

would lead to his grisly demise.

Yeah.

And I have a feeling
I'm gonna pay for it.

In ways we can't begin to imagine.

You're trying to renege on your deal.

You received everything you desired,

and now you realize you don't want

to sacrifice your soul, so you're trying

to cheat your way out of it, aren't you?

How?

Finally.

Where is the last piece?

I don't have it.

I swear to you

I don't have it.

The Stone's transformative powers

can only be activated if
it is whole... only then

can my life be restored.

So I must have the last piece.

What is this Stone?

How can it do as you say?

He hasn't told you?

This is the Philosopher's Stone,

the most powerful magical item

ever known to man.

It can transmute all the pain

I have suffered and
give me back my life.

And this time...

it will be life eternal.

The Philosopher's Stone.

You were going to cheat out of your deal

by cheating death itself.

If I never die,

I never have to lose my soul.

More tricks

and games.

That comes to an end now.

Tell me where the last piece is.

Graupha keph

pai!

Machis

nach med tal!

I'm all right, all right.

Crane!

The Greek fire.

There are other paths to eternity.

Nice throw.

Nice catch.

Where is Dreyfuss?

He's gone.

And he's taken the Philosopher's Stone.

How are the quesadillas coming?

Not bad.

Oh. Here. You always
burn the tortillas anyway.

I like them crunchy.

Yours.

How bad did you hurt yourself?

Oh, the doctor said
workout injuries like this,

um, they're not so bad.

Be better in a few days.

Baby, I got to talk to you

about something.

You know Mr. Crane?

Yeah. He's awesome.

Yeah, he is awesome.

He's also special.

- What do you mean?
- You remember how I told you

when I was in the Marines
sometimes I'd get chosen

for special missions?

- Yeah.
- Mr. Crane

has been chosen for one.

And it's bigger than the Marines.

It has to do with... everything.

He's been specially

selected.

And we think you have been, too.

Me?

Selected by who?

We don't really know.

Well, what's the mission?

It's about making the
world a better place.

You and Mr. Crane are
what's known as Witnesses.

Witnesses.

What does that mean?

It means a lot of people

are gonna be counting on you.

And you're gonna do great things.

When you called me and asked
me to talk to Mr. Crane,

to tell him that he was
important and to have hope,

was that part of the mission?

Yeah, it was.

So, how'd I do?

You did really well.

You helped him

- when he really needed it.
- Good, 'cause...

I like Mr. Crane.

And I want to help people, like you do.

That's how you got hurt.

You didn't get hurt working out.

You got hurt

stopping bad people
from doing bad things.

Mom, you can always tell me the truth.

Okay.

You have a deal.

That's a relief, 'cause...

there's something I got to tell you.

Burnt quesadillas suck.

Yeah.

All right.

Grab us some drinks.

Okay.

Witnesses.

So... there's no sign of Dreyfuss.

Nope.

No reports of him anywhere.

But I guess if you're a billionaire

and you want to stay
hidden, you stay hidden.

Yeah, well, at least he
doesn't have the last piece

of the Philosopher's Stone.

Yeah, but for how long?

By the way,

I finished cross-checking
the Smithsonian inventory.

Found out what Dreyfuss took from there.

"Diagrammatical plottings of Geoglyphs,

Alfred Watkins, 1925."

- Alfred Watkins...
- The British archaeologist.

- You know, pioneered the mapping of...
- Ley lines.

Alignments of mystical
energy that circle the earth.

What would Dreyfuss want
with a map of ley lines?

This is a scan I made

of the Blavatsky map.

It shows all of the major
ley lines in North America.

Does this look anything like

what Dreyfuss' demon took
from the storage room?

No. The one he had didn't
have any geographical features.

Okay.

Yeah, it was more like that.

What are these?

Convergence points. Spots where

the mystical energies peak.

Wait.

Pull up a, uh, current
GPS map of the D.C. area.

This is the Lincoln Memorial.

And this is where we
found the Dyer House.

George Washington hid the
Philosopher's Stone pieces

on the strongest ley line intersections.

Presumably, that's where
we'll find the last piece.

Whoa. Intense.

Of course.

What? Where is it?

Sleepy Hollow.

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