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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.

Dark Rider of the Apocalypse,

I call you forth.

Horseman, end her!

Death wins in the end.

The box... it's gonna explode again.

No, Abbie!

Crane, never give up hope.

Abbie, no!

She's really gone.

Are you certain

you would not like my company?

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

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.

Some people in D.C.

need to have words with you.

Wherever you are, whoever you are,

I'll find you.

Let's go through this again.

It started in Sleepy Hollow.

No.

I was mortally wounded in battle in 1781,

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

in... Sleepy Hollow.

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.

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 questions?

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?

He just wasn't my type.

- 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, that's it.

Even my daughter knows that.

You brainwashed her.

It'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?

Special Agent Thomas.

What happened?

Seriously?

Okay. We're on the way.

You are never gonna believe this.

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...?

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

Eric?

Diana, is that you?

Sir, this area is off limits.

Sir?

Oh, no, no, no.

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

Eric!

Are you armed?!

Shoot it!

Have you been injured?

You seem sound.

Who are you?

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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 Sheriff's 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 questions,

but I must act quickly 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.

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.

You owe me answers.

That'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, that's precisely what it was,

- a demon, hellion, foul specter. - That'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. - 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.

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

what his company is worth.

What more could he want?

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.

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?

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.

It's only a paper cut.

Of course, Mr. Dreyfuss.

More deaths mean more questions.

That's okay, Jobe.

Everyone knows what a dangerous place

D.C. can be.

Sorry, pal, I'm closed.

Come back tomorrow morning.

You hear me?

I may not get this, and I may not call you back.

If that'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.

That's a 50% fleeing ratio.

"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?

It's an archive where federal agencies

send their reports of unexplained phenomena.

We call it "the Vault."

This is dated 1789.

"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.

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, that'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?

Now, look here, Mr....

Jake.

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

Damn, not again.

Alex!

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

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.

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 that's how the saying goes.

Here, here.

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?

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.

"He summoned a demon directly into his own body.

"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.

"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?

It'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.

We glimpsed a containment chamber,

subterranean.

There must be a way to access it.

We got to show them.

- No, no. - What?

What?

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.

It'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.

It'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.

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.

Hamilton...

There were other people involved

in the American Revolution, you know!

Uh, not a fan of musicals.

Really?

Agent?

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.

It'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.

Allow me.

Where has he gone?

Hey!

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

- Are you okay? - Yeah.

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...

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.

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.

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 quite 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.

I finished the ceremony while you were away.

The prize is ready to be extracted.

Was it worth all the trouble?

All the spilt blood?

There really is no amount of blood

that I won't spill...

to get the rest of these.

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...

...I 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 that'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.

Molly, I'm home.

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.

All right.

Dinner's almost ready, okay?

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