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Previously on Sleepy Hollow...

Do I know you?

My name is Malcolm.

Diana said start with
Dreyfuss' assistant,

not grab dinner.

I can use a remote link
to clone Ashley's SIM card.

That way, if and when Dreyfuss calls,

we can use cell tower
triangulation to locate him.

It's the Gjallerhorn of Heimdal, right?

Collector out of Dubai is
looking to track it down.

I'd ask if you're in, but
you're out of the game, right?

Not out out.

I've come to restore
you to all your glory.

I am getting the gang

back together again.

My young Rider of Pestilence

and my Rider of Famine.

That will leave just one
last totem, Jobe: war.

Our enemy, Dreyfuss,

seeks to raise the Four
Horsemen of the Apocalypse.

In the bleak winter of 1777,

the Continental Army
faced their breaking point.

One man saved them,
inspired them to fight on.

My good and loyal officers and soldiers,

these truly are the times that...

that...

That try men's and women's souls.

Thanks.

These are the times that
try men's and women's souls.

Your fortitude in these
conditions is proof

you possess the strength to contend for

the independence of this nation.

Yes!

Yes, indeed!

Huzzah! Very well said

and said very well!

Crane, we are not even a minute in.

Not that your enthusiasm
isn't appreciated

by the cutest of colonial militia.

Let us march to stay
warm and keep up morale.

One...

Not historically
accurate enough for you?

Well, the choreography
is so stiff and stolid,

it's practically a minuet.

These are enlisted men; it should be

a rowdy spree.

No one else seems to mind.

They're more interested in
posterity than the present.

'Tis a shame.

Theater is to be relished in the moment.

To think the travails of
Valley Forge would be honored

centuries later on
the boards by these...

brave young souls.

Shh!

God's blood, man.

This is a theater, not a morgue!

Sit down.

Bravo!

Brava! And bravi!

Sir...

Hi! Oh, my gosh!

So, did you guys like it?

Now, you, Miss Molly,

are a natural-born actor.

But your dancing, though enthusiastic,

lacking a little precision...

Okay, you made us so proud up here.

Did you ask her yet?

Uh, yeah, well, Mom,

Kendra is having a sleepover
for all of the girls in the cast,

and if you'd rather I go home
with you, I'd really like to...

No, no, it's not a school night.

Go crazy.

Oh.

I'm so proud.

Things seem very well between you two.

You mean compared to her
imaginary friend coming to life

and trying to kill me?

I'm trying to let go a little bit.

It's not so easy with
a madman on the loose.

All the more reason to
savor these moments of joy.

Theater.

You sure you weren't an actor?

Well, not unless you include
John of Gaunt in the bath.

This royal throne of kings,

this scepter'd isle,

this earth of majesty,

this seat of Mars,

this...

Ah.

Agent Thoma...? Agent Thomas?

Seems our search for Dreyfuss
is nearing a conclusion.

Something amiss?

You ever get that feeling like...

someone just walked over your grave?

In my case, that may
have actually happened.

Twice.

It's nice to see you

back in touch with
your sartorial senses.

Coming from you, that is
high praise indeed, my friend.

I did let things go a little, didn't I?

Guess I just needed to get a few things

out of my system.

Have you checked in on
our houseguests recently?

The Avatars of Pestilence and
Famine are resting comfortably.

Any progress on a way to
heal the Horseman of Death?

I'm working on it, Malcolm.

Good, good, good. And the last horseman?

I'm attending to the acquisition

of the Rider of War's totem personally.

The Turricula Ignis will
be in your possession soon.

I must confess, Jobe, I am feeling...

celebratory.

How about a quick constitutional

and a fine, upstanding cut of beef, hmm?

There's a place within striking distance

said to have the best aged
porterhouse in three states.

Bury the lede, why don't you, Jobe?

Anything for you, Malcolm.

Shall we?

A window into Dreyfuss' world.

Excellent work.

It's no big deal.

We just cloned his
assistant's cell phone

and then cracked the sharing protocols

between it and his personal laptop,

which gave us access to his webcam.

Can this tell us where he is?

Eventually.

Right now, he's mirroring his IP
address through seven countries,

but I'm trying to isolate it.

Dreyfuss isn't acting like someone

looking to burn the world to a cinder.

Maybe he's got other plans.

In many traditions,

Norse myth, Hindu spiritualism,

an apocalypse is a
time of transformation.

Now there's an interesting hypothesis.

The Horsemen summoned
not to end the world,

but to forge it into something new.

The symbol

he's been painting...

may support that theory.

Now, I know I've got it over here.

I know I do.

Yes.

You've seen that symbol before?

I may not have an eidetic memory
like my man Crane, but I do know

my glyphs, runes and symbols.

See, I've been brushing up on
my knowledge of occult societies.

This occult order, they
originated the symbol.

An order known as the "Arma Mutata."

Yes.

In the early 16th century, there
was strife in the Masonic order.

One faction splintered off...

...and ventured down a far darker path.

They called themselves Arma Mutata.

Now, rather than seeking

a greater understanding of the world,

like the Masons proper,

the Arma Mutata sought to
change the world for the better.

Sounds like fanatics.

"Fanatic" is too kind a term.

The Arma Mutata believed

the instruments for this great change

were the Four Horsemen
of the Apocalypse.

They sought to raise them

by bonding them to human hosts.

But in order to do so,

they required powerful,
supernatural artifacts.

Yes.

Uh, Dreyfuss used scales
charged by the hunger demon

and a scroll charged by that djinn...

To raise the Horsemen
of Pestilence and Famine.

The Headless Horseman

already has one of these totems, right?

That ax of his.

So what about the Horseman of War?

Dreyfuss is gonna have to find
and charge that totem next.

Here.

Uh, "The great totem

"used to summon the
Rider of War is named

Turricula Ignis."

- Weapon of fire.
- Indeed.

Here. "The Arma Mutata
believed it to be hidden

somewhere in America during
the Revolutionary War."

That's the proximity alarm.

Right there.

She's stolen a tome.

I'm going after her.

No sign of our thief
in the east tunnels.

Understood.

I shall meet you at the next juncture.

Cute.

And takes some burly core strength.

Give back what you took.

Come and get it.

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It was like she knew my
moves before I made them.

But you didn't recognize her?

No. But she did have that
same Arma Mutata symbol

tattooed on her arm.

So, she's working with or for Dreyfuss.

She stole that book to bring to him.

So, which book was it?

It might offer us a clue

as to where the Totem of War is hidden.

I just went through the
Secret Histories. Uh...

The only book I see
that's unaccounted for

is from 1780,

one of the very first.

That volume contained bills
of lading, shipping logs,

uh, construction and
surveying tables mostly.

But there was a sort of vague account

of a courier mission

ordered by Washington down to Maryland

- in the fall of that year.
- In 1780?

- Uh-huh.
- How many couriers?

What were they delivering?

Um... give me a minute.

Uh... not eidetic, lots of mnemonic.

Mm. Two.

Two couriers.

They were beset by British troops,

and the farmstead they had
taken shelter in was set on fire.

Forcing a retreat, but
not the mission's failure.

Was there a part of the
war you weren't a part of?

The Treaty of Paris.

And most of the naval engagements.

My sea legs are a trifle shaky.

This mission... what
were you sent to courier?

A wooden box.

The contents of which were
privy only to my companion,

none other than Benjamin Banneker.

Ben Banneker?

So this was

after you delivered that
letter from Washington,

tried to recruit him
to Washington's cause...

But before he'd agreed to
become one of Washington's men.

We traveled together

far beyond enemy lines.

Does our good fortune

continue to hold, Mr. Crane?

For now.

No sign of patrols.

Are you certain the parcel is secure?

It is safe, below the farmstead

in a cache of my own design.

Very good.

Whatever it is must be valuable indeed

for you to deliver it personally.

Curious, are we?

As only a man who's risked
his skin for days can be.

All I can tell you is that
which we have now safeguarded

could be used to spark a
conflict beyond all others.

As to why we are here,

aside from present company,

I do not trust our founders with it

any more than those whose
tyranny they seek to shrug off.

You know I share your concerns

with regards to how social
issues will be handled, Ben.

But the beauty of democracy is
that all voices will be heard.

In a perfect world, yes.

But the one we live in is far from that.

Change is gradual, Ben.

'Tis like a garden growing

and blossoming.

Belief in a noble
cause: that is the water

we use to tend to it.

And 'tis my belief

that the garden of our future
will be bright and verdant.

You have a way with words, Mr. Crane.

Thank you.

Have you ever spent time on the boards?

As an actor?

Good grief, no.

No, mercifully, war took me from London

and spared the audiences that ignominy.

Go! Go!

Both of them!

Benjamin, I'm so sorry.

Perhaps it's for the best.

The burnt wreckage will
better hide the cache below

and its contents.

Your life's work is inside.

Paper.

They're drawings, objects.

A man carries his genes
in his heart and mind...

along with a growing faith
in the garden of noble causes

you and your fellows seek to engender.

Banneker believed that
which we safeguarded

could be used to spark a
conflict beyond all others.

So it stands to reason...

it could be the Totem of War.

We're not that far from
where that barn used to be.

We need to get to it
before Dreyfuss' agent can.

I'm gonna hang back here.

If Alex, Jake and I
put our heads together,

we might be able to
beat Dreyfuss' encryption

and find out where he is.

Very good.

Godspeed, all.

This can't be possible.

You said it burned down.

Well, it did.

Right before my eyes.

The mint-glazed

marrow reduction...

my God, it was just so tasty.

They source it from an
organic whey-fed pork farm

in the Hudson Valley.

So delicious.

We've died and gone to Brooklyn.

Welcome to Kestrel & Freia.

Yes. This... structure,
how long has it been here?

The original house and
barn burned in the 1780s.

My partner Ruby and I
rebuilt it exactly as it was,

by hand, in 2012.

So this is a restaurant?

It's a communal table.

Do you have a reservation?

Alas, no.

We were hoping to take a
turn around the property.

Mm, sorry.

This is actually our home
as well as our business.

But you can look at the Web site.

I'm a DHS agent.

Are you? Michelle Obama and her
family just ate here last week.

Right. Well, in that case,
a reservation for two.

Our next available
booking is six weeks out.

I'm so psyched you're on board, Mills.

I'm still running point, yes?

Yeah. It's all you.

Just shoot us a list
of names to approve,

and we'll start hiring
the rest of your team.

Okay, well, when is the drop dead?

I've got a few loose ends
here in D.C. to wrap up.

Yeah, it's a few weeks at most.

You're our top choice.

But don't think there isn't a long list

of people that are willing
to pay us to do this job.

Jackpot!

Or... close enough to yell "jackpot"

without it being a total
and complete jackpot yet.

Jackpot adjacent works for me.

I was able to break through
enough of Dreyfuss' encryption

to get a general area between
a handful of cell towers

out in the middle of
the woods in Maryland.

Okay, all right, so... do we
think this is where Dreyfuss

is holding totems and/or Horsemen?

Only one way to find out.

That's right.

Let's hope that hostess
doesn't catch us sneaking in.

I've met demons that
were easier to get past.

Indeed. I've never known
anyone guard a reservation book

with such intensity.

Preposterous.

Well, now...

Banneker's farmstead may
have been rebuilt identically,

but this has certainly been modernized.

Still, I should be able
to locate his cache.

I don't have time for this.

Hand over the box. Now.

Both of you, you need
to get out of here.

Please.

Ah.

The gang's all here.

You're wasting your time
trying to run away from me.

I have all the time in the world.

It's yours that is running out.

An Atlantean Chronos crystal.

Tempus Duratus...

She's out but she's okay.

This is it.

Banneker's hidden treasure.

The Totem of War.

It's ours.

Where ever she is, she is formidible.

To get the better of Miss Jenny

is remarkable, but to then dispatch

- of the demon Jobe...
- Pretty solid proof

she and Dreyfuss are
not on the same team.

And yet she bears his mark.

Unless... there is a remnant

of Arma Mutata still in existence...

and she's a part of it.

I recognize her face from somewhere.

Probably a watch list.

How we doing on the Turricula Ignis?

It is remarkable.

The Arma Mutata believed it was cast

on the same anvil used by Ares

to forge his armor.

It is said

that the ironwork contains
shards of legendary blades:

Asi...

Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi...

Excalibur.

If she is Arma Mutata,

does she want it for the
same reason as Dreyfuss?

To raise the Horseman of War?

You know what this
weapon is, do you not?

Do you know what it's meant to do?

I know that if you don't let me go,

something terrible will happen.

Dreyfuss has got security patrols

all over the area.

Mm.

Okay, what's our next move?

I'm not always gonna be
around to call the shots.

What would you do in
this situation without me?

Jenny, we wouldn't be in
this situation without you.

Come on. A game plan.

Let's call it a teachable moment.

Okay. Well... we don't know for sure

that that's Dreyfuss' place down there,

so more recon's in order.

Yeah. Until we get a
better lay of the land

and who and how many are we up against.

Great suggestions.

Let's try it. Split up and sweep.

You two take that way. I'll go that way.

We'll meet back up here in 30.

- Okay.
- Okay.

The Turricula Ignis; why rob from us?

Why track it down?

What do you want it for?

It's not safe here, you understand?

They could be here at any moment.

This is a DHS safe house.

No one even knows we're here.

Not the DHS, the demon.

And his master.

Malcolm Dreyfuss and Jobe.

Dreyfuss won't rest until
he's got his hands on the gun.

Until he's used it.

What happens when he does?

You know.

You have to know.

That gun, when you fire it,
it raises the Horseman of War.

I am doing this to help you.

And him.

How about a name?

I'm Diana. Agent Diana Thomas.

My friend in the other
room is Ichabod Crane.

And you?

It's Lara.

Lara.

That is a start.

You seem to know a lot about
Malcolm Dreyfuss and his plans.

Indeed.

And you have magic at your fingertips.

An enchanted crystal
to dispose of a demon.

It didn't destroy him.

It just detained him.

Nudged him outside of time for a bit.

Time manipulation.

That is powerful magic.

That comes at a great risk.

To be used only as a last resort.

The spell is only temporary.

Jobe will be back on the grid,

and he knows I got my hands on the gun.

He'll find us.

When Dreyfuss fires that gun,

your world will fall to pieces.

We need to destroy the gun.

Because if we don't,

it will be a disaster like no other.

Ball is in your court,
and the clock is ticking.

Is it just me or was it weird

what Jenny was saying about
not always being around?

Look, it's her life.

She makes her own choices.

Besides, it's not even like
you're gonna notice she's gone

now that your life
is all Missy-centric.

Okay, sometimes I feel like
you aren't that into Missy.

Now, I'd really like for my best friend

and my girlfriend to get along.

So she's officially
your girlfriend now, huh?

What?

Look.

What are those, coffins?

Four coffins.

Yeah, and we know four
is not a good number.

Four totems. Four riders.

This must be where Pestilence and Famine

lay their heads.

The Headless Horseman's ax.

If he's not in there, is he out here?

Or arriving

fashionably late.

Sorry to crash the party.

Mm.

Yeah, we were just leaving.

No, please,

uninvited but not unwanted guests.

Mr. Dreyfuss

has some questions about
the current whereabouts

of a very powerful and ancient firearm.

And you...

are gonna tell us where it is.

Couple of babes in the woods.

Ooh, ooh, not unlike
one of those, uh, uh,

Grimm fairy tales, right, Jobe?

Those don't end well, Malcolm.

There's usually someone
that ends up getting

burned or eaten

or chopped up into tiny morsels

and scattered to the winds, right?

If you're trying to scare us,

the rest of our team
will be here any minute.

Mr. Wells.

It is Jake Wells, right?

And... Alex.

Ms. Norwood.

The only two employees of
the Vault, if memory serves.

Yeah, now, the other members
of your so-called team,

Crane, Thomas and Mills, yeah...

...I'm so, so sorry to break it to you,

but I'm afraid they're
out of their league.

You knew we tapped your feed.

That's right. That's right.

Hacking my assistant's... phone.

That was, uh, clever,

to a degree, I guess, right?

I'm an Internet billionaire.

So think Big Brother.

Think eye in the sky.

You don't hack me.

I hack...

Still, I-I...

I don't quite know everything.

I still don't quite know
precisely where Ichabod Crane

has taken my gun.

Would you care to tell me where

he has taken my...

Okay, we've trusted you.

Now you trust us.

What do you know about this
gun and how do we destroy it?

In order to dispose of a charged totem

with the Turricula
Ignis' level of power,

we need to take it to a
nexus of primal energy.

I recall a mention of a primal nexus

in the Compendium of Masonic History.

'Tis a location rich
in powerful ley lines.

Everything comes back to
ley lines and blood moons.

Or glamour, if you're
dealing with witches.

Just saying.

No, you're right.

Only a nexus point
where the ley lines cross

is a safe place to destroy it.

And there's one here, so...

We don't know where Crane is.

And if we did, we wouldn't tell you.

No!

Stop!

Don't! Don't!

Jake.

No, no!

Please stop!

Alex.

Wait...

What did you do to him?!

Would you...

care to experience
that again, Mr. Wells?

Oh, but this time... for real?

Just don't... No.

Please don't, okay?

We're barking up the
wrong tree, Malcolm.

She's the one we need to concentrate on.

Her feelings for him

are closer to the surface, so...

Go to hell.

- ...new.
- Stop!

Don't! No! Stop.

I'll tell you what I know.
I will tell you what I know.

Okay?

You back him off!

I'll tell you what I know.

Just, please, don't hurt her.

Go on.

I don't know where Crane is,

but I do know where
he got his information.

He had a reference book

on the history of the Arma Mutata

and the Turricula Ignis.

The nexus is located here.

So we're gonna have to
move this stuff right here.

- Okay.
- Understood.

Okay.

The way you speak of
Dreyfuss' behavior...

...it's as if you've
experienced it firsthand.

I have.

I've seen it up close.

He's never cruel to me.
That's the crazy part.

I grew up without my mother,

and for the longest time,

uh, Dreyfuss was the only
person that I could count on.

Uh, I came to rely on him.

I know better than anybody
what he wants to achieve.

I'm sorry.

No, no, don't, don't!

Dreyfuss wants to unravel
the country, the world.

He wants to destroy democracy

and replace it with tyranny.

And the most horrible thing

is that he knows he's going to win.

And I can't let that happen.

This is the way things have to be.

No, Lara. Lara, just open the door!

A double cross.

Lara lives here.

If that's even her real name.

Hmm.

Enchanted crystals.

Whoever she is,

she has a clear understanding
of the supernatural.

That would make sense if
Dreyfuss is her mentor.

Wonder what he did to
sour that relationship.

With a blaggard of that
sort, I dread to think.

There's a ledge out here.

I can climb out,

work my way around to the door

and open it from the other side.

It is rather a narrow ledge.

I'm not sitting this one out, Crane.

We're gonna make sure
this gun never goes off.

And when we find this Lara girl,

she's gonna get an earful.

If we find her.

I put a tracer on her.

My friend in the other room

is Ichabod Crane.

Something about her just felt off.

You never cease to
surprise, Agent Thomas.

Perhaps the day shall be ours.

I know I shouldn't
have told them anything.

I just...

It was too much.

And I couldn't bear it.

What did he do to you?

He just touched me,

and it burned.

Down to my soul.

And then...

...he killed you.

I know it didn't really
happen, but it felt like it did.

It was so real, Alex.

It felt so real.

You were really brave, Jake.

When Jobe looked at
me, he kind of, like...

looked inside.

And he said

that thing about...

how I felt about you.

We're best friends.

I get it.

Best friends.

Yeah.

About that.

There's, um...

there's something I've been
meaning to talk to you about.

Time to go.

She's close.

The nexus of which Lara spoke.

A place of

great magical power.

So this is the real Eternal Flame.

And the one at JFK's
grave at Arlington is...

Even that marvel pales in comparison.

The Flame of the Eternals.

Legend posits that this is an offshoot

of the forge used by Hephaestus,
the blacksmith of the gods,

to hammer out his mythic weapons.

There she is.

Promethean flame,

by the hand of your master Vulcan,

I call you forth.

Weapon of War,

return to the conflagration
that shaped you.

Thank you, Jobe.

That would have been a terrible waste of

a perfectly lovely weapon.

Malcolm,

don't do this.

Well, what do you know?

You're a bit ahead of
schedule, aren't you?

Stand down, Dreyfuss.

Not another step, demon.

You people.

You get more and more
troublesome every day.

Diana, please,

you need to leave here, now.

Showdown at the Eternal Flame Corral.

Who has the quicker trigger finger,

Agent Thomas...

or...

No!

How...

How could I be m-mor...
mortally wounded?

I... I have so much left

to finish.

Ooh.

Pretty neat trick, right?

Yeah, don't... don't
try this at home, kids.

He's immortal.

The Philosopher's Stone ceremony...

it worked.

Run!

Solis Flamma!

Tell me you got something.

Dreyfuss doesn't have
Headless with him yet,

but he does have his ax.

That Arma Mutata symbol
was all over the place.

Research, runes, I think.

Whoa, whoa.

Marine One?

The president's ride?

We're on the edge of
Catoctin State Park.

That's 15 miles outside
of Thurmont, Maryland.

Camp David.

The presidential retreat.

Dreyfuss is raising the Horseman

to take out our commander in chief.

We need to move fast.

That solar crystal I threw, it
won't take them long to recover.

So we're just gonna
leave them with that gun?

No. We cannot allow
ourselves to be targets.

Absolutely, not.

When Dreyfuss creates
the Horseman of War,

it's the beginning of the end.

Agent Thomas,

Lara, we have a problem.

That hurt.

Easy, Jobe.

Need them all in one piece.

Well, one of them anyway.

No.

Malcolm, don't.

Please.

And... wh...

why not?

See, if I don't,

that means you won't ever be,

will you?

No, no, no, I've...

I've seen the future I want,

and you're a very big part of it.

"Won't ever be"? What does that mean?

The blue crystal you hurled at Jobe...

...that was not the
extent of your ability

to manipulate time, was it?

Hardly.

She...

is from the future.

A future, I might add,

that I'm about to create.

It's true, isn't it?

Crane...

a-a very different Crane...

helped me to come back.

So that I could destroy the gun

and protect you.

So that Dreyfuss couldn't make
you into the Horseman of War.

He raised me once you were gone,

and told me you had died.

Molly?

Oh, my God.

Yesterday was the last day

that I remember seeing you alive.

After the Washington play,

I went to a sleepover
at my friend's house,

and in the morning, they...

just told me you were gone.

Excuse me.

So sorry to interrupt,
but I have to ask,

the World Series...

...do the Cubs ever get there again,

or was that just a one-off?

Just leave her, Malcolm.

Choose someone else.

You don't need her.

Oh, no, no, no, I...
of course I need her.

Otherwise, how will I

mold little Molly into you?

You will never get the chance.

Actually,

I've already begun on
that front, my friend.

And I do need a Horseman of War, so...

Forgive me, Agent Thomas,

but you're just...

you're such a perfect fit for the job.

Malcolm,

when you first took me in,

you were kind and you were generous.

You taught me to stand up for myself,

to fight for what I believe.

There is so much potential in you.

You don't have to do this...

become a tyrant.

How odd.

You actually know...

the me who I really want to be.

So...

what do you think

he would say to you right now?

That's what I thought.

No!

Agent Thom...

No.

Oh, my God.

Well, I did not see that coming.

Oh, no.

I can feel it.

The blood.

The fear.

The slaughter.

The thrill of it.

Armies clashing.

Striving for conquest.

I am become...

...war.

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