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Previously on Sleepy Hollow... CRANE: He's immortal.

Our enemy, Dreyfuss, seeks to raise

the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.

This is bad.

Dreyfuss has the Horsemen

in striking distance of the president.

You and I--

We are the Witnesses.

Yes, we are.

JOBE: War's spirit was

but separated from Crane's.

It can be recalled, provided you have the right host.

Perhaps I'll do.

Shall we begin, Father?

If we must.

You were the offended party, Henry.

(sighs)

I demand satisfaction.

Very well.

To the death.

JENNY: Ten paces.

Turn.

Fire at will.

My money is on the warlock.

Will this war between us never end, Henry?

It ends... today.

You tried to usurp me

as the Horseman of War.

Now that I have

what is rightfully mine,

I will be free of you.

(groans)

I brought you into this world, Henry.

I will free you from it.

(grunts)

(panting)

That was intense.

Indeed.

As mystical visions go, that was... surprisingly visceral.

Tapping into the vestiges

of your connection with the Horseman of War

probably amped up the volume.

At least we know what happened to Henry.

(groans)

He said, in the vision, he had what was rightfully his.

He's taken back the mantle of war.

We need confirmation.

Alex has been working on a way to surveil Dreyfuss's position.

Right. We should make haste.

DIANA: You spent a lot of time here, huh?

In the future you're from?

Not my best days.

We don't have to talk about it.

No, no.

I-I want to.

You know Dreyfuss has a thing for artifacts.

Yeah.

He sent Jobe and I to raid this place,

clear it of everything valuable.

You and lobe? Yeah.

Jobe was tasked as a sort of a guardian to me.

Everything that I know about the supernatural

I learned from him.

Oh.

And I feel bad leaving Molly with a nanny

while I try to stop the Apocalypse.

(chuckles)

I'd like to meet Molly.

When this is over.

Just tell her that she'll never have to live the life I did.

When the time's right, of course. Yeah.

Thanks.

Oh, my God, you're staying.

This is a one-way trip for you.

You can't go back.

Yeah, I-I weigh that against saving you

and giving Molly a chance at a life with you.

It's not even a contest.

Oh.

It says here that the Four Horsemen may be more powerful

together than separately.

Mm, like the Beatles.

Their solo work never had that same magic.

Are we good?

I brought you a cruller yesterday.

If you don't understand what a fish-cake emoticon means...

Did I do or say something to offend you?

No.

In fact, the opposite.

Okay.

(door opens)

Miss Alex,

any progress in gaining a view of Dreyfuss' encampment?

I was able to get an aerial POV from about a half mile up.

I'm still working on trying to get a thermal image.

Mind if I give it a whirl?

Yeah.

It's been a while since I've hacked a satellite.

The symbols.

All four have been lit.

Our fears were not unfounded, Miss Jenny.

ALEX: Camp David is only ten miles from him.

Do we call Secret Sen/ice and warn the president?

And tell them what? It's the end of times?

And hashtag "Revelations is true"?

DIANA: He's right.

If I call and say,

"Malcolm Dreyfuss has opened the Book of Revelations,"

they're gonna put me in the nuthouse.

JENNY: We've got movement.

Four bogies leaving the compound.

That can only mean one thing.

The Horsemen have been loosed.

(horses neighing, loud thudding hoofbeats)

Delta, this is Alpha.

We got hostiles on approach.

MAN (over radio): Copy that, Alpha. Sending in QRS.

Take 'em down!

(indistinct shouting)

(indistinct radio transmission)

(horse neighing)

My God, what is this? A terrorist attack?!

(loud thudding)

What... are you?

Forgive me,

Madam President.

I'm afraid my associate--

He isn't much of

a conversationalist.

Malcolm Dreyfuss?

My fellow Americans, my name is Malcolm Dreyfuss,

and your president--

I'm afraid she is now my prisoner.

That showed up on DHS sewers an hour ago.

He has to know they'd never concede to his insane demands.

My sources say the first strike is happening in six hours.

Well, the Horsemen are gonna crush them.

Which is precisely what he wants-- a show of force.

Not if we get there first.

And-and do what? The Horsemen are unstoppable.

Dreyfuss is the key.

He summoned the Horsemen, bound them to himself.

If he dies, do they?

But the immortality issue puts us back to square one.

In a few hours, his riders are going

to wreck the U.S. military

and crush our democracy. CRANE: Well, then,

if we are to stop the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse

from harming the president and destroying all we hold dear,

we must find a way to kill an immortal man.

In the Rauoskinna, Hodr the Blind killed an immortal god,

Balder the Brave, with a mistletoe arrow.

Enchanted by the trickster Loki.

It was a one-off, no use to us. This place

is filled with ways of disposing supernatural creatures.

Isn't there something we can use?

I think I know someone who could help us

with our immortality issue.

I spent a lot of time with Jobe in the future.

He'd been sidelined by Dreyfuss.

Okay, in the here and now,

Jobe and Dreyfuss are pretty tight. LARA: I know him.

Even if he doesn't know it yet.

If I can contact him,

tell him that he has more to lose than he can imagine.

CRANE: How do we begin such a conversation?

The last of my spell crystals.

Quasi per aquam.

JOBE: More Atlantean magic.

I still owe you for the last time

you used one of those, girl.

We came to treat with you, demon.

Good luck with that.

Now that I know where you are, I think I'll pay you a visit,

bring my master

your still-beating hearts.

LARA: He grows bored with you, Jobe.

Has you run his errands, collect his baubles.

Is that the fate a demon like you deserves?

A Prince of Pain from the Sixth Circle of Hell?

Soon enough, your only confidant will be the teenage girl

that you babysit.

You serve the Lord of Lies.

Tell me, am I lying?

The truth?

What does it matter?!

Dreyfuss' immortality poses a problem.

You cannot help us, not directly,

but you can direct us to someone,

or something, that can.

You two Witnesses.

(groans)

Via ad Infernum!

(groans)

My master will show you the torments you deserve!

DIANA: That Latin--

An insult, I assume?

Roughly: "Go to Hell."

Nb, no, no, mo,

"Via ad Infernum,"

taken in the imperative, can be translated literally:

"travel to Hell."

He was very specific.

It wasn't an insult.

It was a directive.

LENNY: So lobe

told us to go to Hell

to get some help from the Devil?

Not all of us. Just us two Witnesses, apparently.

(sighs) This is nuts. Really.

I've already lost one partner this year. Agent Thomas,

I have found a way back from Purgatory, the Catacombs,

and New Jersey.

We will return.

You better. ALEX: Okay, we still need a way

to bypass the Horsemen to get to Dreyfuss.

Or at least hold them at bay. JENNY: On it.

And if Hell has a gift shop,

I'd like a snow globe.

"I went to Hell and all I got

was this lousy T-shirt."

Funny.

You, uh, pick this spot for any

mystical or magical reasons?

Far from it.

According to this tome you showed me,

it can be any place of our choosing.

I chose here because it's the one place I know where

the neighbors won't bat an eye at a gaping hellhole.

You ready?

Yeah.

Say this with me.

BOTH: "Ostium apertum...

"AgditumadjPuerosg,

II

(knocking)

"Itchabob" Crane.

I'm here to install your new modem.

It's Ichabod.

And I thought we scheduled for Thursday next?

Oops. Got our wires crossed.

Oops.

But I'm here now.

So let's get that Mbps rate blazing.

When I'm through you'll be able to play your video games,

watch your porn, and video chat your grandma

without any lag. Right,

well, I'm a little preoccupied now,

so could we reschedule?

CABLE GUY: Are you available between the hours

of 8:00 am. to 9:00 pm. three weeks from today?

If the world hasn't ended in fiery apocalypse, then...

...yes. Three weeks today.

The torments of the damned have already begun.

Where were we?

"Ostium apertum...

"AgditumadjPuerosg,

Flamma ignis."

CRANE: I know this place.

Valley Forge. Midwinter.

Stands to reason.

This truly was Hell on Earth.

I'm not seeing what you're seeing.

But it is a hell that I know well.

St. Agatha's Orphanage.

Where I was sent after my mother died.

I'm here. As a little girl.

I can see myself.

Sartre was only half right.

Hell is not merely other people.

It is the damned places we carry with us.

That's some grim real estate.

I can only imagine.

Coming back to this time you have an opportunity

to revisit who you are...

...and everything you can be.

Some things you can't change, no matter

how far back in time you travel.

Adrift in a time

that is not my own.

Trapped in a world I never made.

Solitude may seem like respite.

But in your younger self and your mother,

I found comfort.

Please never forget that

in this time, I have not abandoned you.

And I never will.

I mean that as a Witness

and as a friend.

I appreciate that.

Come.

Down to the center of the pit.

LARA: There's a doom Words in Latin.

Yes.

I see it, too.

"Abandon all hope,

ye who enter here."

At least we're in the right place.

Ever since Dreyfuss started raising Horsemen,

I've been combing through these history books looking for

anything we could use against them, and, so far,

nada.

You checked the histories, but, um...

how about the shelf they sit on?

These look more than decorative.

Ilsa III

One of the symbols that let us onto J Street.

It's a switch.

Here, I got these.

It's a hidden volume.

It's dated 1789.

The first entry relates a meeting between Banneker

and Washington in Sleepy Hollow

at a site of a recently decommissioned armory.

Sleepy Hollow? That's your archive. JAKE: Uh-huh.

It says here it was redesigned

and improved by Banneker.

Is that Betsy Ross, Samuel

I told you before-- no one can know

that she was on that mission.

I'll paint over her, sir.

Keep her distinctive tricorn hat.

We should leave some small clue that she was there

for future generations.

Yes, sir.

We shall be finished refitting the Armory

in a matter of months.

A repository for powerful mystical artifacts

and weaponry to be used

to battle the forces of evil.

Have you considered any of the agent candidates

I sent your way?

I'd rather not have anyone

in direct connection to public office.

When will you forgive me for the events

that led to Captain Crane's long slumber?

This place that we have built together, sir,

is a step in the right direction.

A legacy for future generations.

Are you familiar with the Latin, "E pluribus unum"?

"From out of many, one."

As in the colonies forming one nation.

As in all peoples forming one people.

I mean for this place--

The Vault-- to represent the best of what our nation can be.

Men and women of all races, creeds, and beliefs

shall serve its noble cause.

El plurfiibuslrunum?,L

I like it.

Could any of the weapons or artifacts he was referring to

still be hidden in the Archive?

Crane and I have been over every inch of that place. Wait, no, no.

A later entry posits that many of the Armory's

greatest treasures were to go

wherever the Agency did.

(Jake shudders)

Their weapons.

What if these are

four of the artifacts earmarked for use by Agency 355

in times of need?

Bring that over, let's take a closer look.

(echoing): I think I finally see bottom.

(echoing): We must keep our wits about us.

MAN: * Heaven, I'm in heaven *

* And my heart beats so that >|

* I can hardly speak *

* And it seems I find *

* The happiness I seek *

* When we're out together *

* Dancing cheek to cheek. *

Welcome to my humble home,

Witnesses.

It took 10,000

wretched souls

an eternity to craft it by hand.

Pleased to meet you.

Are we to assume you are...

the biblical Satan?

The serpent who tempted Eve?

Why box myself in

with definitions?

I'm the Devil you know.

And many you don't.

The one who struck a deal with Malcolm Dreyfuss.

Before he became immortal.

Now you'll never get that soul

you bargained for.

I have a contract with Malcolm Dreyfuss.

Hell abides by rules.

We need to find a way to kill an immortal man.

Why would I help you kill Malcolm Dreyfuss?

He's bringing down an apocalypse.

Ideal in souls in torment.

That would be a...

conflict of interest?

That doesn't bother you that he cheated you?

Oh, a contract is a contract...

(yawning): is a contract,

and I grow bored of this conversation.

(laughs)

I've never had a Witness to tear to shreds,

and here we have two

for the price of one.

You cannot keep us here.

We came of our own free will.

And like you said,

Hell has rules.

You cannot trick us

with cheap intimidation.

So...

are we going to pussyfoot around,

or shall we strike a deal?

(laughs)

Alex checked the frame and print

for any runes, sigils, and symbols, right,

and found a message written with invisible ink.

Now, with a little help of copper sulfate and some heat...

Oh!

Voilà.

"E pluribus unum."

And a floor plan

of the Vault,

notated with surveyor marks,

pointing to...

(knocking)

...a spot behind this wall.

Right here.

What?

(knocking) Yeah.

Okay, I've, uh, fought magical creatures, demons,

and monsters, but...

I've never defaced government property.

Whoa.

I think that's pay dirt.

Yeah.

(creaking)

Okay.

Or we just tore up the Vault for nothing.

Strange time to remodel.

Oh.

You made it back.

Oh.

LARA: Jobe was trying

to help us, sent us to the right place.

Mm-hmm. So...

you met the man downstairs

Yeah, the Father of Lies.

The freaking Devil himself.

Yes, and he gave us something that might do the trick.

The Philosopher's Stone.

That turned Dreyfuss immortal.

So, if I can get close enough to Dreyfuss,

I can use this to reverse the effects of his immortality

long enough to deliver a mortal blow.

DIANA: On our end,

Banneker hid a trove

of magical weapons in here.

Yeah, I don't know about magical, though.

ALEX: Yeah, time has

not been kind. Honestly, I don't even know

how we're gonna use these against the Horsemen.

All right, stop it.

When I first walked through these doors,

this was Agency 355 by name only.

But we have, every one of us,

restored it to its former glory.

So I ask you today, now...

trust me.

God's blood, trust each other.

Because if Banneker bequeathed these armaments

to the original heroes of our agency...

then "age shall not weary them,

nor the years condemn."

And with these in our hands,

I have no doubt,

as one,

we can only prevail.

(chuckles) We've got Secret Service men in choppers,

Rangers in the woods,

and we've got YOU,

my most glorious warrior.

You are so close to crushing them with your...

not-at-all-proverbial

iron bootheel. (cackles)

My father's coming.

I can feel his bond with the Armor of War.

It was not so long ago

that I set my own designs

on an empire.

And it was Ichabod Crane,

for all of my strength

and power and cunning...

he was able to better me.

Henry, my friend,

you are no longer alone.

Can you not see this?

You're part of something glorious, Henry.

You're part of something

far greater than yourself.

Trust in this, Henry.

Please.

Trust in me.

(chuckling)

"Sound the trumpets!

"And let our bloody colors wave!

And either victory, or else a grave."

The U.S. military is massing up on Route 77.

If we move quickly, cut around their flank,

we can still reach Dreyfuss before them.

Lara took point. She'll let us know

if we're heading into any trouble.

Did the Secret Histories volume we found

say anything about the weapons, how they work?

It doesn't mean they won't, okay?

Great. You could've lied to me, you know. It would've helped.

When we first met Crane and Diana, we were pencil pushers.

Now we're the front line.

So if this is the end,

at least we go out strong.

That's a nice spin, I guess.

I was never as blown away as you were

to find out that the supernatural was real.

It was like, "Yeah, that makes sense."

The bigger surprise, Jake, is that,

for three years, I've been working with the one person

in the world that I can't live without

and I never saw it.

Well, those are

more words than I've heard you say about yourself,

ever, to anyone.

Now, uh,

that's a good reason to stop the apocalypse.

Damn straight.

LARA: The Riders are headed this way!

You need to keep the Horsemen at bay until Agent Thomas

and I can take Dreyfuss out of the picture.

It's do or die time.

We have a chance...

I have a chance

because of you.

Just please be careful.

You might be from the future, but you're still my baby girl.

You watch your six, Mom.

You, too, old man.

Stay together.

Hold the line.

"E pluribus unum."

Out of many, one.

So it's down to you and me and a chunk of rock

you got from the Devil. Indeed.

You've come a long way since Demon John Wilkes Booth,

Agent Thomas.

In fact,

I'd go so far as to say you found your true calling

in the war against the supernatural.

(crackling)

I don't see War.

At least we have the advantage in numbers.

How is Headless even out during the daytime?

JAKE: It's like I said,

they're more powerful together.

Do we have a plan B?

Besides dying?

Stop!

What are you doing?

I'm unarmed.

So talk to me.

Because we've been here before, haven't we?

Something is happening.

JAKE: Whoa. They must be activated by proximity

to supernatural evil.

Yeah, let's hope it makes a difference.

There's only one way to find out.

Hit 'em again!

Yes! Now we're cooking with gas!

Or not!

Henry, please!

I don't think he's in there.

Yes, he is!

My time in the Armor allows me to see him

and to speak to him.

Henry...

Say your piece.

Then make your peace.

Different though we are,

we share one thing in common:

freedom.

We both value freedom

above all else.

You're wrong, Father.

My sole purpose is destruction and conflict.

I thrive on it, live for it.

War is a part of you, yes.

But it's not what drives you.

So just ask yourself one thing.

This... anger,

is anger worth swearing servitude

to the will of a tyrant?

Is hatred worth sacrificing your freedom?

I can never forgive you, Father.

Never let the coal that burns die down.

But freedom...

Freedo

is a cause that I would sacrifice all for.

So, for now,

for today,

even in war,

there can be a truce.

(gunshot)

(grunting)

(grunting)

Why hasn't the attack begun?!

Where-where are my Horsemen, Jobe? Where are they?

They're being fought to a standstill by Crane's team.

A standstill?

How?! DIANA: It's over, Dreyfuss.

Let the commander in chief go.

Oh, it's over, is it? It's over?

Is that right?

Dreyfuss,

it is clear you have a brilliant mind.

You have so much potential to do good.

Why squander it

on a mad quest for power?

You say squander.

And I say...

I've merely chosen my destiny. Jobe...

would you be a dear and fetch me the president?

You know, I'm feeling a strangely urgent need

to slice her right across...

the neck.

Don't, or I'll shoot.

(coughs)

(clears throat, sniffles)

(inhales)

(clicks tongue, sighs)

(gunshot) (groaning)

(grunts)

Agent Thomas.

Do you have any idea...

...how much I paid for this shirt?

This... This was supposed to be

(laughing): my victory shirt.

My...

What?

What's ha-happening?

Why am I still bleeding, Jobe?

(panting): Why am I

not healing, Jobe?

You gave us no choice.

Oh, no.

No, we...

(gasps)

Jobe.Jobe, I've...

I think I'm really gonna need your help, my friend.

I know you can help me, Jobe. I know you can help me.

I'm sorry, Malcolm.

(quietly): Please...

But it appears your contract with my employer

has come to an end.

(chuckles)

(bones breaking)

Which makes me a free agent!

(screaming)

It is finished.

We can only hope the Horsemen have gone with him.

(grunting)

(Lara panting)

Where did they go?

What happened?

It's too early to call, but...

...I think we just won.

(all chuckling)

Who are you people?

Agent Diana Thomas.

Homeland Security.

CRANE: Agency 355,

to be precise.

Captain Ichabod Crane

at your service,

Madam President.

You people have put me in a hell of a bind.

If I tell the truth of what happened,

it upends the entire world's notion of reality.

On the other hand,

I can't deny what you did for me...

and the country.

The best course of action

is for you to keep doing what you're doing,

except you report directly to me now.

A wise course, Madam President.

One that would be more attainable

if I were to be transferred to the Vault full-time.

That can be arranged.

DIANA: I'd also like to bring on new staff.

Mr. Crane, Ms. Mills--

They have proven to be invaluable assets.

Uh...

Whilst it would be

an honor, I...

Technically I'm...

legally not a United States citizen.

Raise your hand, Mr. Crane.

Welcome to America.

("Don't Get Around Much Anymore" playing)

(knocking)

I've registered to vote.

(chuckles)

Oh.

Agent Thomas and Molly.

We're late. Are we?

We're late. I'll grab my coat.

(sighs) (Fhusic stops)

Maybe it's not a good idea, Crane.

You're having second thoughts?

For a person to meet themselves...

I-It could cause some sort of tear

in the time-space continuum.

Now, that, Miss Lara,

sounds like a well-crafted excuse

to avoid a difficult situation.

Meeting my mother has been intense.

Meeting myself?

I don't know that I'm as ready as I thought I was.

Besides, I'm a piece of what could have been.

Molly deserves to have a future

that is free and clear.

And she can,

now that she's no longer the Witness.

So, since you arrived in this time,

you and I alone share the bond.

I need to figure out

what that means for me.

Go Walkabout for a bit.

Get my head on straight.

Right.

(sighs)

Our fates are intertwined, Ichabod Crane.

Sooner or later, we'll be seeing each other again.

Of course we will.

CRANE: Lara has gone.

She's traveling the world she helped to save.

And find her place within it.

I really wanted to meet her.

I know, sweetheart.

I'm sure she felt the same way.

It's just... complicated.

Molly.

You're free.

When you grow up, you can choose

to fight evil...

or not.

And the Witness mantle?

I don't have it anymore.

But you bore it

with bravery and aplomb well beyond your years.

Miss Molly is not the only one free.

Without the Witness mantle, you...

I don't have to do this anymore?

You were right when you said I found my calling.

We're a family.

(phone vibrates)

Jenny.

Something called a Siren may be singing its song at sea?

Right.

Homework. Dinner.

And then The Bachelor.

Ooh, yeah.

I'm kidding, old man.

(laughs)

(mutters)

Miss Jenny said the creature was sighted in this vicinity.

We're partners, right?

Partners tell each other everything?

Yes.

How did you get that piece of the Philosopher's Stone

from the Devil?

I... struck a bargain with him.

I know enough about the supernatural

to know that the Devil only bargains for one thing.

(gasps

A lien on my soul.

Payable in the event

of my death.

Your soul-- are you kidding me?

I'm sorry, what was that?

Situation dire.

Prognosis grim.

No, Agent Thomas.

Another day at the office.

How can you be so flippant?

You might have just damned yourself.

I have learnt a very important lesson over the years.

One that is reflected in the heart's blood of this nation.

Work hard,

stay true,

surround yourself with people you love and respect,

and there's nothing you cannot achieve.

So this?

I'll fix this.

No.

We will fix this

together.

I have no doubt.

Now, is that the siren call

of duty I hear?

(groans): Cheap.

Siren.

That's like a Succubus, right?

No, it is not.

The daughters of Achelous,

the Sirens would lure sailors to their doom.

I had a roommate like that in college.

Right.

Well, a little wax in the ears, lashed to a mast,

and we'll be home in time for supper.

You're the monster expert.

(screeches and roars)

Right.

That is not a Siren.

That is a Kraken.

Are you sure?

Sure it wasn't a Bakunawa

or Scylla and Charybdis?

Well, somebody's been cramming.

No, I am the monster expert, you are the law enforcement.

That is a Kraken.

I'd stake my reputation as a Witness on it.

That is a bet I will take.

Excellent.

Shall we punch the clock?

* I'm on the highway to hell >|

* On the highway to hell. *

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