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Previously on Sleepy Hollow...
There is a new player in town.

Pandora.
As in, the mythical woman

with the box?

'The Bible foretells that the
two Witnesses must endure

seven tribulations.

CRANE:
Dark Rider of the Apocalypse,

I call you forth.

Horseman, end her!

Death wins in the end.

JENNY: The box--
it's gonna explode again.

No, Abbie!

Crane, never give up hope.

(rumbling)

Abbie, no!

She's really gone.

CRANE:
Are you certain

you would not like my company?

I think this is something
I have to do by myself.

EZRA:
Mr. Crane, there must always be

two Witnesses.

When one dies,
their soul does not move on.

Abbie's eternal soul lives on

in someone else.

WALTERS:
Some people in D.C.

need to have words with you.

CRANE: Wherever you are,
whoever you are,

ll find you.

(clicking)

BRANSON:
Let's go through this again.

It started in Sleepy Hollow.

CRANE:
No.

I was mortally wounded
in battle in 1781,

and put under a mystical slumber
until I awoke three years ago

in... Sleepy Hollow.

BRANSON:
Where you met Abbie Mills.

Yes.

She became my partner.

We joined together
to fight evil.

To fight evil?

Yes.

Demons, Horsemen
of the Apocalypse,

the ongoing success
of shows about real housewives.

You know, evil.

BRANSON: What is this?
Mm.

Something akin to what you try
to pass off as lunch?

That was but one battle
against one enemy.

There were many.

And now it's just
you... alone.

Which means that no one
is ever going to miss you.

Now, look here.

Why should I continue
with these guestions?

You've not told me
what I'm doing here.

It's been two weeks, and...

you have not proffered a whit of
clarity regarding my situation.

Where is Director Walters?

Ah, very well. You leave.

But you should alert
your cordwainer,

he's not up to snuff.

Your brogues are loosening.

Your shoes are untied.

Oldest trick in the book.

And that's coming from me.

Who are these people?

(grunts)

(panting)

(wind whistling softly)

(jet engine roaring)

* Very superstitious...

DIANA:
He just wasn't my type.

ERIC: Shocker.
He was nice.

I mean, he was... he was cute,
but it-it just, it...

Not gonna work. Ugh.
Wasn't gonna work.

Hey, you did not tell me
that he was a vegan,

one of the judgy ones.

And he hummed Katy Perry,
non-ironically.

So he's healthy.

And Katy's awesome.

No. No, no, no.

No good music was written
after 1984.

Purple Rain,
thatť's it.

Even my daughter knows that.

You brainwashed her.

Iť's the same reason she thinks
Jordan is better than LeBron.

When it comes time, she's gonna
know not to date anyone

who doesn't eat steak.

'That your priority,
red meat and oldies?

Girl's got to have standards.

Look, I...

I know you have
your hands full at home.

But you need to stop
finding things wrong

with every guy you meet.

At some point, you've got
to let someone new in your life.

Well, I don't like new people.

I don't like change.

You like being alone?

Things are just
a little upside-down

with Molly right now. Okay?
(phone ringing)

Special Agent Thomas.

What happened?

Seriously?

Okay. We're on the way.

You are never
gonna believe this.

(car alarm chirps)

Any terror groups
claim responsibility?

None so far.

Could be just vandalism.

Tweakers gone wild,
that sort of thing.

Holy crap.

Yeah. Don't think
tweakers did this.

I'm gonna check out
the substructure.

Uh-huh.

What the...?

(crackling)

Hey, Eric, something's
going on up here.

(radio beeps)
DIANA: Eric?

Diana, is that you?

Sir, this area
is off limits.

Sir?

(footsteps running)

Oh, no, no, no.

Sir, I'll need you
to come with me.

(hisses)

(grunting)

Eric!

(growls)

(roars)

Are you armed?!

Shoot it!

Have you been injured?

You seem sound.

Who are you?

Who the hell are you?
My name is Ichabod Crane.

And I assure you,
that is unnecessary.

I'm a historical advisor.

I've worked for the Sleepy
Hollow Sheriffs Department

and the Federal Bureau
of Investigation.

As you saw by my action, I am
an ally to law enforcement.

What are you doing here?
And who was that?

I appreciate you have
many guestions,

but I must act guickly
to track this demon.

'The longer I
tarry, the...

What did you just say?

'The longer I tarry, the more...

Did you just say "demon"?

If you do not want
the killer to escape,

you must allow me to pursue it.

Otherwise, more souls
will end up like

your compatriot.

(rumbling)

(panting)

(sirens wailing in distance)

Sir, I know it sounds unusual...

A monster killed Cortez,
and a British guy saved you?

Where is he now?

He got away because
of the glow.

Right, the glow.
I didn't make it up.

Look, if you're looking
for psych evalu...

I didn't make it up.

Sir, you know I'm not one
for crazy stories.

Okay?

I saw someone who wasn't human
do something impossible.

And you saw

Eric's face.

Look, I believe you think
you saw something.

Okay, you just saw your partner
get killed in front of you.

That would mess
with anyone's head.

But I file
what you told me here,

that kind of thing
ruins careers.

Just go home. Get some rest.

We'll take it from here.

Come on.

(jet engine whirring)

(footsteps approaching)

You owe me answers.

Thatť's a rather
demanding attitude

from someone whose
life I saved.

'Then ran like someone
with something to hide.

Well, the demon's trail
grew cold.

So I returned to observe
this facility.

Last I was here,
men held me against my will.

They must have
abandoned the premises

once I escaped.

I think we can agree
neither of us is a threat.

How did you get here?

These stopway tunnels were
abandoned five years ago.

Environmental problems.

They're covered
in a specific kind of gravel--

pumice and crushed
oyster shells.

You left some behind when
you fled the Lincoln Memorial.

Your investigative skills
are prodigious.

They make you take a class or 20
when you join Homeland.

In that case, you can assist
in tracking the demon.

Stop saying that.

Say what, "demon"?

Well, thatť's
precisely what it was,

a demon, hellion, foul specter.
Thatť's impossible. You're crazy.

Okay? I'd guess a possessive
spirit, a dybbuk, perhaps.

Stop! Demons don't exist.

The human capacity
for self-denial

never ceases to amaze.

You saw it with
your own eyes.

Your partner is dead
because of it.

Can you deny that?

No. (softly): Ah.

And his name was Eric.

I am so sorry.

Truly, actually.

I, too, lost someone.

My partner.

And it is in their memory
that I seek a person,

one who is to inherit
her vital legacy.

I believe
these blaggards

also seek this person.

Mm, that cannot happen.

And the people
that you're looking for,

you think they're responsible
for the...

thing that killed Eric?

I'd hazard the demon
we encountered was released

when the Lincoln statue's
hex was broken,

which means someone did this,
someone with a plan.

Someone who will continue
to perpetrate evil

until they are stopped.

Now, I know this
is overwhelming.

But consider this.

I am the only one
who can find the people

who killed your partner.

(man speaking Latin)

(man continues speaking Latin)

(ringtone playing)

This better be good.

All right, slow down.

Slow down.

Wait, wait, shh, listen.

What in the world do you mean
he won't sell?

I am offering him

11.7 times
(elevator bell dings)

what his company is worth.

What more could he want?
(elevator bell dings)

Listen, listen.

Please tell Mizuyama-san

that I greatly respect
what he's built,

but it is high time he let go.

And if he won't do that,

then please tell him
that I cannot wait

to find a way to make him

let go.

(phone beeps)

'The market never sleeps.

So close to finishing
the ceremony.

Now I have to wait
another astral phase.

Where are we on the, um...
the thing with the other thing?

'The entity has a confirmed kill,
and it's on the loose.

More will come.

And our English friend?

(British accent):
Is our English friend

causing any problems, hmm?

We're keeping an eye on him.

I'm sorry, Mr. Dreyfuss,

but Tokyo's on the line.

Mr. Mizuyama's people
are calling again.

Did you hurt yourself?

Oh.

Look at that.

Hmm.

It's okay.

Iť's only a paper cut.

Of course, Mr. Dreyfuss.

More deaths mean
more guestions.

That's okay, Jobe.

Everyone knows what
a dangerous place

D.C. can be.

(march playing over speaker)

Sorry, pal, I'm closed.

Come back tomorrow morning.

You hear me?
(demon shrieks, man screams)

(sirens wailing,
indistinct police radio chatter)

JENNY (recorded): I may not get
this, and I may not call you back.

If thatť's not a deal-breaker,
leave me a message.

Miss Jenny,

'tis most heartening
to hear your voice,

even If merely
an auditory reproduction.

I trust your journeys to
parts unknown have borne fruit.

Perhaps you have found
more answers than I

as to the whereabouts
of the next Witness.

I, too, have left the confines
of Sleepy Hollow,

and... yet again,

my eyes are opened
to a plain fact.

I'm out of my element.

But I remain hopeful.

I have found new allies.

And though it is early...

I have a good feeling.

Although they may need to work
on their trust issues.

'The condition of the victim's
body was the same as Eric's,

and he had a puncture wound
at the base of his skull.

Mm-hmm. And this?

Is the basis of our partnership
to be suspicion and doubt?

This is not a partnership,
this is a temporary alliance.

And you have
a history of running.

One instant, not a history.

Hmm.

Out of two meetings, it is.

Thatť's a 50% fleeing ratio.
(handcuffs clicking)

"Fleeing ratio"?

Mm-hmm.

I'm concerned about your
fleeing grammar. Works for me.

Probably very used to
having your way, aren't you?

All your talk of demons

and magic statues
made me think of

a resource we might tap.

Sounds crazy, but apparently I
live in the world of crazy now.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.
What's this?

Iť's an archive
where federal agencies

send their reports
of unexplained phenomena.

We call it "the Vault."

This is dated 1789.

WASHINGTON: "Captain Crane is
to lead this organization.

"His sworn duty to stand guard

against all threats
deemed otherworldly."

This is Washington's agency.

Uh, George Washington
founded a group

to battle the supernatural.

(guietly):
It did survive.

We must go there.

Here, that.

Because, if I'm correct,

this Vault could provide
the answer to all our needs.

'The palace of knowledge.

Conclave for the brightest
and the best.

Seems about right.

Uh... uh, can I help you?

Special Agent
Diana Thomas.

And this is...

What has become
of Washington's dream?

You, there.

Is this Agency 355,

the last watchtower
against threats otherworldly

and supernatural malevolence?

I... want to say...

yes.

Wait a second.

Oh, it's you.

I mean, you're-you're you.

You're Captain Brownbeard.

I beg your pardon?

Sorry, thatť's just
what I call you.

Sleepy Hollow, right? Big fan.

Oh, my God, where
did I put it?

Here it is.

See, I follow a lot
of dark net sites

that monitor so-called
supernatural activity

across the country.

And, see, Sleepy Hollow
comes up a lot.

And you peruse
this data because...

Oh, that's our job.

Yeah. Catalog everything from
the fringes for our files.

Your files?

Let's go.
This is a dead end.

I'm sorry.

Do you mind?

(sighs)
(camera clicks, Crane mutters)

Now, look here, Mr....

Jake.

Yeah, not "Mr. Jake," just Jake.

(explosion in distance)

Damn, not again.

Alex!

You said you weren't gonna
set things off anymore.

ALEX: I said I wouldn't
set things off

while you were in the room.

You weren't in the room.

Is that the microwave?

Yeah, I wanted to see how
that new Mayan artifact

would react to
non-ionizing radiation.

'Turns out, not well.

Who's the gawker?

What is this?

These are our files.

Most folks just think
we're this weird library.

Yo, there's
cool stuff here.

You know, if you... buy
into that sort of thing.

You know, which...
of course, I don't.

I do.

I do, too.

And it's just the two of you?

Yeah, I do news
and information.

Alex does artifacts
and machines.

Here.

Washington's seal.

Yeah, those are
our official logs.

CRANE:
Oh.

These have been typeset
with an English common press.

Something odd
about the mortise.

Of course.

There is a text hidden
beneath this text.

Written in
Benjamin Franklin's code.

I learned to decipher
such hidden messages

when I apprenticed
as Franklin's typesetter.

Of course, I mean when I learned

what it was
to be Franklin's typesetter.

Who are these guys?

There is 200 years
of information in here.

Make no mistake, this...

is the secret history
of America.

Those who ignore history

are doomed to...

die by its bloody,

hideous claws.

I don't think thatť's
how the saying goes.

Here, here.
(snaps fingers)

The killer we seek 'tis a
creature summoned in 1865

by a Confederate
occultist named Booth.

He raised the beast
to kill our country's leader

during a period of
deep national turmoil.

I'm sorry.

1865? Booth?

You don't mean
John Wilkes Booth?

The very same.

Which means...
Don't say it.

President Abraham Lincoln
was killed by a demon.

You said it.

Whoa.

Seriously,
who are these guys?

DIANA: The thing
that killed Eric

also killed Abraham Lincoln?

So it would seem. Here.

"In the waning days
of the Civil War,

"the Confederacy allied
with the powers of darkness.

"John Wilkes Booth,

"the South's
strongest occultist,

"made several attempts
on Lincoln's life.

"In a last-ditch attempt,

"Booth enacted
a desperate ritual.

(hissing, rumbling)

"He summoned a demon
directly into his own body.

(growling)

"Lincoln was protected by
his own supernatural experts...

"„..led by his wife,

"Mary Todd Lincoln.

"Booth knew the only way to get
to Lincoln was to adopt a form

"that would allow him
to defeat Mary's safeguards.

(whispers)

(actors speaking indistinctly)

(laughter)

(growling)

(hissing)

(grunts)

(explosive pop)

(hissing)

(audience gasping, screaming)

(gasps, sobs)

"Mary tracked the demon
to a farmhouse,

"where she managed to seal it
in an underground chamber.

"Years later, members
of this very agency

"reinforced her
mystic barriers by

constructing a protective
totem on the selfsame spot."

The Lincoln Memorial.

Wait, you're saying

someone decapitated
the Lincoln Memorial

to release this demon?

'That statue is made of
white Georgian marble.

You need Primacord
to blast the head off,

but there were no signs
of explosives.

The head must have been removed
by supernatural means.

A focused hex on
the weakest point,

the neck.

Sure know a lot
about decapitation.

I've had some experience
in the matter.

Can you believe this?

Iť's real.

Like, everything in here,

it's realer than real.

Like, all of this,
it matters.

I'm not really sure
what I believe yet.

I must examine
the demon's cell.

It's not gonna work; the whole
memorial's a crime scene.

CRANE: We glimpsed a
containment chamber,

subterranean.

There must be a
way to access It.

(whispers):
We got to show them.

ALEX: No, no.
What?

What?

(clicking)

(door creaks)

These passageways were

supposedly built right after
the Revolutionary War.

Now we just use them
to get in and out

when we don't want
security to know.

Why wouldn't you want
security to know?

Sometimes I bring things in
that are a teensy bit dangerous.

Splendid.
This'll do.

Ah, ah, ah.

Stay here.

I cannot believe
this is what I'm doing.

Crawling through tunnels
with Mr. Downton Abbey.

No offense.

None taken.

I rather like
Downton Abbey.

Believe it or not,
I know how you feel.

Being thrust into a world
you never knew existed

can be... unnerving.

I was recently reminded

I don't do well with change.

Well, I find it helps...

to know you're not
going through it alone.

Your partner?

Yes.

She helped me find my feet,
even as she was finding hers.

She was the best.

I met Eric in the Corps.

We went through a lot as well.

You were in the military?

Marines. Two tours.

Afterward,
Eric wrote my recommendations

when I applied for Homeland.

Sounds like a good man.

The best.

Why did you leave the military?

I had a baby.

Molly.

She's ten now.
Hmm.

A fine age.
Yeah.

Smart as a whip.

Troublemaker, too.

'Though these days, the trouble's
not really her fault.

Is she in danger?

No, nothing like that.

She just, uh...

she stopped talking.

She fainted a few weeks ago
at school.

She was fine afterward.

Doctor said there's
nothing wrong with her.

Transient aphasia, they say.

Iť'll pass, they say.

So I will see your new world

and raise you a child
you cannot help.

'Cause there is nothing
scarier than that.

Perhaps we should...

Here.

Look.

This is psychotic behavior.

Wait, wait, wait.

The man who was killed--

he had a prominent Stars
and Stripes display, had he not?

Yes.

You don't think
the American flag is a trigger?

To the demon, 'tis more
than merely a flag.

It was summoned
to destroy the Union cause,

and it has had 150 years

to do nothing but fixate
on its mission.

What we know as
the American flag

represents the focal point
of its hatred.

Oh, this is not good.

Agent Thomas, what is it?

"Freedom Concert, Saturday.

"Show your patriotism
by wearing...

the Stars and Stripes."

Thousands of people are gonna
be out in public tomorrow

wearing red,
white and blue.

'They're gonna be giant
targets for this thing.

Itť's going to be
a massacre.

Nothing around the cell
suggested a way

to defeat the beast--
no protective amulets,

no mystical wards.

Simply a metal box.

Yeah, well, can't we get them
to cancel the concert?

Can I be there

when you tell
people that

a demonic John Wilkes Booth

is seeing gang colors
in red, white and blue?

And it would be
a temporary measure, at best.

Perhaps there's more
to be gleaned from these texts.

The walls of the cell

were oxidized green,

which means it was made of...

Copper.

Which is a poor material
to build a prison;

it's too weak, too pliable.

There must have been
another reason they used it.

oh!

Uh, because copper is
the demon's kryptonite.

Or... because copper is
the demon's weakness.

Agent Thom-- oh.
It's the same meaning.

Yeah, for Superman.

Agent Thomas,
very well done.

We need to build some weapons
out of this material.

Perhaps a pike
or some crossbow bolts.

I think I can come up with
something better.

I don't know if I buy
into all this demon talk.

But if you're saying
I get to do some cool builds

and try out some of the, uh,
weird artifacts in here,

well, I'm down with that.

Now,

someone get me
a whole mess of pennies.

(band playing march)

Crowd's being funneled
in this direction,

through the
security checks.

Look at this dude.

What you got there?

Frock coat

with standing collar,
leather shank buttons,

Revere boots?

A little out of style,
don't you think?

I beg your pardon?

That look is so 2000s.

We rocked it for a while,

but everything's about
Hamilton these days. (laughs)

Hamilton...

There were other people involved

in the American Revolution,
you know!

(laughing)

Uh, not a fan
of musicals.

Really?

(hissing)

Agent?

(hissing)

There!

Time to unfurl
the matador's cape.

Ready?

* Mine eyes
have seen the glory *

* Of the coming of the Lord...

Crane's on his way to you.

* „„the vintage where

* The grapes of wrath
are stored... *

And he's singing.

* „„„his lighting

* Of His terrible
swift sword... *

You guys ready?

All right,
we're getting set up now.

All right, they're coming.

All right.
We're almost there.

Just got to lock down
this mount.

Will you pass
me the ammo?

These are literally
magic bullets.

Yeah. If you believe that book
you copied those symbols from.

Mystical Metallurgy?

Yeah, I've looked
at that text a dozen times,

but now it's
a whole new resource.

You got to admit that this
is weird, even for you.

Look, all I know is,
my whole life,

I believed there was something
bigger out there, okay?

Something beyond
what everyone knew.

And now I find out
it's all true.

Do you know what
I believe in?

Things that
you can touch.

Things that you
can take apart

and then put back
together again. Mm.

Iť's a big world, Alex, and
it just got a little bit bigger.

Remind me to punch
you even harder

than I usually do,
please.

We need to get inside.

(growling)

Allow me.

(water dripping)

CRANE:
Where has he gone?

(hissing)

(grunts)

(hissing)

JENNY:
Hey!

You are the best-dressed demon
I've ever seen.

(hissing)

(shrieking)

ALEX: Are you okay?
JAKE: Yeah.

(Jake groaning)

ALEX:
You all right?

What happened?

Ah. Um...

Allow me to introduce

Miss Jenny Mills,

soldier, scholar,
gentlewoman and...

all-around badass?

Actually, I prefer
"Miss Badass."

They seem like a good group.
Indeed.

They're most intrepid
in the face of the unknown,.

Hmm.

I'm sorry I couldn't
come earlier.

Cell service in the
Himalayas is spotty.

Tell me, were your
travels productive?

Yeah. I had some
really good yak cheese.

And I learned a lot
about Tibetan concepts

of soul migration.

But as far as tracking
the next Witness...

(sighs) She's really
gone, isn't she?

Yes, I'm afraid she Is.

If a new Witness
is out there,

you two will find each
other sooner or later.

In fact, there's a chance
that you already have

and don't know it.

Have you run into anyone
that's shown potential?

Possibly.

Far too soon to tell.

Everything here is just so...

new.

Crane, you need
to know something.

You're not alone.
You never will be.

Take a look
at where we are.

'That building is here
because of you.

This whole country
is here because of you.

You belong more
than anyone I know.

In the old world, it was
common to personify countries

with ancient goddesses.

So you had Britannia,
Caledonia, Germania.

But in America,
no such figures existed.

So...

colonists invented
the personification

of liberty,

and they named her
Columbia.

'That is who this city
is named after.

Washington,
District of Columbia.

Welcome home, Crane.

REPORTER (over TV):
And shocking news out of Tokyo.

Hiroshi Mizuyama, chairman
of Mizuyama Technologies,

was killed while
on a corporate retreat.

According to a spokesman,

some kind of wild animal attack
is suspected,

though details are sketchy.

Mizuyama had been the lone
holdout of the company's

senior management
regarding a possible sale

to Dreyfuss Enterprises,

which is now expected
to go through.

Hey!

Mr. Dreyfuss.

Hi. How was Tokyo, huh?

You go to that sushi place
I told you about?

Didn't have time.

What a shame. Well, next time.

And, by the way...

sensational work, my friend.

(computer chimes)

Crane disposed of the Entity.

Fine. The demon was never
the point anyway.

It was just an entertaining
side-effect of breaking that

protective... spell.

We're still keeping tabs
on Crane.

Good. Good, good, good.

We're gonna need him back soon.

Shouldn't we just grab him now?

Now? Oh.

It's not guirte time.

And time is the most
important resource of all,

because time is
the one thing you can't buy.

Anything else can be had

if you're willing
to put in the work.

Anything.

(singsongy): I finished the
ceremony while you were away.

'The prize is ready
to be extracted.

(rumbling)

Was it worth
all the trouble?

Al| the spilt blood?

There really is
no amount of blood

that I won't spill...

to get the rest of these.

DIANA: So you're gonna
stay here in D.C.?

I still need
to find the men

who abducted me
and brought me here.

And on a personal note...

...] feel it is time
for a fresh start.

You seem like a person
who has trouble

leaving the past
behind them.

Could be the historical
consultant thing.

Well, the past is important.
Gives us context.

I am my history.

But this fellow back here,
Thomas Jefferson,

once said something
that I think of often.

He said, "I like

"the dreams of the future

better than the histories
of the past."

Until you find these
people who kidnapped you,

more demons are
coming, aren't they?

I just, I get a sense
thatť's part of the deal.

It does not
have to be your deal.

You have a child.
This is not your fight.

Like you said, ours is
a temporary partnership.

I have to find the people
who are behind Eric's death.

I owe him that.

Agent Thomas...

once you start down this path...

„..there really is
no turning back.

It helps if you don't
have to do it alone.

Besides...

I overheard
Alex and Jake.

She's building
a guillotine.

She's gonna use
him to test it.

Better keep an eye
on those two.

Yes. I think
that would be wise.

DIANA:
Molly, I'm home.

(pop music playing guietly)

Hey, Moo.

How are you?

Clara told me
soccer practice went well.

So you'll probably be
starting this weekend.

I met some new people
today at work.

Complete weirdoes,

which means
you'll probably like them.

(sighs):
All right.

Dinner's almost ready, okay?

(door closes)

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