All language subtitles for Sleepy.Hollow.S01E01.HDTV.x264-ChameE

Crane!

We don't have much time.

Ichabod, no.

No, no, no,
stay with me, please.

♪ Please allow me
to introduce myself ♪

♪ I'm a man of wealth
and taste ♪

♪ I've been around
for a long, long year ♪

♪ Stole many a man's
soul and faith ♪

♪ I was around ♪

♪ When Jesus Christ ♪

♪ Had his moment
of doubt and pain ♪

♪ Made damn sure that Pilate ♪

♪ Washed his hands ♪

♪ And sealed his fate... ♪

What's wrong with your face?

My face is expressive.

Age is the price of wisdom.

Oh, what you got this time?

Unsolved homicide
in Dobbs Ferry.

Might be able to help the I.O.
run a few leads.

But you don't need
to worry about that

now that you're leaving and all.

You know, some people,
when they read the paper,

they relax.

They're off the clock.

My clock has its own schedule.

And you are a fry thief.

A little warm-up, sheriff?

Oh, thanks so much.

You doing okay, Abbie?

I'm real good, Maddie,
thank you.

Don't you find it odd,
all the unsolved cases

around here?

I mean, you, of all people...

Stop.

I know what you're doing.

You are drinking
too much coffee.

You've been strange
enough as it is.

I'm just saying, aren't you
gonna miss all the excitement?

Quantico takes
240 people a year.

It is the FBI's
only feeder program.

I'm not asking
if you're qualified.

I'm asking if
you're running away.

Hey, your pie's soup, old man.

Time's up.

It's on me.

Father.

Sheriff.

Charlie 101 to Com.

Go ahead, Charlie 101.

I got a call from
the Fox Creek Stables.

Horses are spooked by something.

Probably coyotes again.

All right.

We will be right over.

And this is why
I got into police work.

But you're gonna miss this.

I tell you.

You go on up to the house.
See if you can find Jimmy.

Be careful.

Yeah.

Mr. Oglevie?

It's Lieutenant Mills.

Ooh. Shh, shh, shh,
easy there. Easy.

Easy, easy.

Easy. Easy.

Easy. Easy.

We got a weapon on the ground.

Say again, Abbie?
You're breaking up.

Something is wrong.

We have a weapon
on the ground.

Stand by.

Oh, my...

Corbin, I found Oglevie.

Someone cut off his head.

This is the sheriff.
Step out where I can see you.

My God.

Oh!

Corbin.

Officer down!

Oh, my God.

Officer down!

Fox Creek Stables!

Repeat, Fox Creek Stables,
officer down!

Turn around!
Put your hands on your head!

I said turn around,
put your hands on your head!

On your knees!

It isn't him.

You sure?

I know this isn't easy,
Abbie, but please...

take a closer look.

Andy, I'm sure.

The man I saw was
wearing some kind of

old military uniform,
like, uh...

red coat.

He had something on his hand.

I don't know, like a branding.

Did he carry a broadax?

What?

The mark on his hand...

was it a bow?

How do you know that?

Oh, no, no.

No, no, it can't be.

Hey.

Who is he? When's the last time
you saw him?

When I cut off his head.

Who are you?

Are you an elected Magistrate?

Is this an admiralty court?

What are you doing?

This is a polygraph machine.

I ask you questions,

it knows if you're lying
or telling the truth.

The machine knows?

What the hell kind
of a place is this?

By what right are you holding me
against my will?

And what on earth is that?

You're being held
as a murder suspect

in the death
of sheriff August Corbin.

I had nothing to do
with that man's death.

- Weren't you listening?
- Sir...

I can't force you to take
this test, but if you pass,

you have a better chance
of walking out of here.

- Proceed.
- Thank you.

Tell me your name
and where you're from.

My name is Ichabod Crane.

I was a Professor of History
at Merton College,

Oxford, when I was enlisted
in the Queen's Royal Regiment

and sent to the American
colonies to fight the patriots.

It didn't take long for me
to have a change of heart,

and I defected.

You're saying you're a spy.

I'm saying the rule of tyranny

betrayed the weight
of my conscience

and I couldn't allow myself

to give my life
for anything less.

So, yes...

I became a spy
under the command

of General Washington.

General George Washington?

Do you know him?

Tell me about the... "Horseman."

Would you admit to cutting
off his head... Yes or no?

No.

First I shot him.

But he rose back up.

Beheading him seemed
the next logical step.

Then what happened?

I was taken to triage.

No, no, no, no.

No.

Katrina was there.

Katrina?

My wife.

She's a civilian nurse
in the 37th Regiment.

I was dying.

Ichabod, stay with me.

Stay with me.

I must have lost consciousness.

Next thing I knew,
I woke up in a cave.

So you have no memory
of what happened

between now and then,
no rational explanation

as to why you believe there's

a headless horseman
running around Sleepy Hollow.

How did you end up here?

I could tell you if I
knew where the hell "here" is.

Now, I have questions,
several thousand questions,

but I'll spare you
the indignity of strapping you

to a damn chair.

Now, where am I?!

The question isn't where...

but when.

The good news is
you won the war.

The bad news is...

It was 250 years ago.

Welcome to the 21st century,
Mr. Crane.

Not one spike.

He might be setting the table
for an insanity defense.

Take him to St. Gregory's.

- I want a 72-hour psych eval.
- Okay.

I'll take that now.

We're transporting
to St. Gregory's, two vehicles.

Sir?

Captain?

I'm Lieutenant Abbie Mills.

I was sheriff Corbin's partner.

Yes, of course.

I'm very sorry for your loss.

Thank you, sir,
but if I could ask...

before you send him
to the psych unit,

may I have a chance
to interrogate him myself?

- Absolutely not.
- He described

the appearance of the man
that I saw in perfect detail.

He described a man with no head.

Would you like to corroborate
that, Lieutenant?

No, sir.

But in putting the pieces

of what I remember
back together,

a detail sticks out.

And what is that?

There was very little blood
in August's neck wound.

I checked with the coroner's
office, and they confirmed

that the wound was cauterized,

which means that the blade
was heated to 500 degrees.

Why would that be?

Arson didn't find
a single trace

of fire near the area.

Mr. Crane obviously
saw something

that may help us understand
what we're missing.

Or he could be the killer.

We both know polygraphs
are trickable.

- Sir, I understand...
- Lieutenant Mills, I'm sorry,

but the answer is no.

Go home, get some sleep.

May I at least be the
one to transport him?

My questions will be limited

to the 20 minutes it
takes to get there.

Maybe it'll help me
get some closure.

Please?

Mr. Crane?

I'm Lieutenant Abbie Mills.

A female Lieutenant?

In whose army?

You're not gonna
break character, huh?

You've... been emancipated,
I take it?

Excuse me?

From enslavement.

Okay, I'll play along here.

I am a black female lieutenant

for the Westchester County
Police Department.

Do you see this gun?

I'm authorized to use it.

On you.

If you're insinuating
I endorse slavery,

I'm offended.

Wait, back up. You're offended?

I'll have you know
I was a proponent

of the Abolitionist Act
before the New York Assembly.

Congratulations.

Slavery has been
abolished 150 years.

It's a whole new day in America.

Oh.

Well, I'm pleased to hear it.

I, on the other hand,
remain shackled here.

How do I remove
these damn manacles?

You don't.

I do.

You want my help.

Which suggests
you have no options.

I'm not gonna say
that I believe you.

But I am the closest thing to it
that you're gonna come across.

Well, I can't say

I believe you, either,
Ms. Mills.

I haven't told you anything.

No, you've told me everything.

Everything you aren't
telling your colleagues.

And what exactly would that be?

That the killer you saw
was a headless horseman.

It can't be mere coincidence

that he and I arrive in this place
at exactly the same time.

That isn't possible.

Oh, really? Oh, well,
that's wonderful news.

Thank you for
the clarification.

Here I thought I'd actually
awoken in the future.

And that my wife
had been dead for 250 years.

I'm glad that everything
I'm seeing and hearing

and touching is impossible.

Because that means
it isn't actually happening.

I have orders to take you
to a mental institution.

Excellent.

This day continues
to bear gifts.

Will we be sharing
a cell, Lieutenant?

Get in the damn car
or I will shoot you.

Right.

It's very annoying.

That building used to be
a livery stables.

Yeah?
Well, now it's a Starbucks.

Where they make coffee.

That building
is also a Starbucks.

Yep.

How many are there?

Per block?

Is there a law?

250 years, huh?

The Civil War didn't wake you?

Noisy neighbors to the South?

Did you get up to pee?

I don't know about you,
but I'm getting up to pee

every 75, 80 years...

Have you quite finished?

Because most of what you say

is unintelligible gibberish
to me.

It's like watching
a chicken cluck.

And when did it
become acceptable

for ladies to wear trousers?

All right.

You said you woke up in a cave.

I want you to show me.

You're violating orders.

Convenient part for me is,

if you tell anyone,
no one will believe you.

We don't have much time.

It's like a gun.

Point, shoot.

Entering from north.

There...

appear to be carvings
on the walls, a...

pit filled with clay.

Surrounding the pit...

approximately 20 feet
from the entrance,

there are what appear
to be jars filled with liquids.

Six of them shattered.

We don't have much time.

By God.

What is it?

A Bible.

It was buried here with me.

With this passage marked.

The Book of Revelations.

"And there before me
stood a white horse.

"And its rider held a bow.

"And his name was Death.

"And then a voice
like thunder said,

'Come and see.'"

This tells of the Four Horsemen
of the Apocalypse.

Come on.

The Redcoats had just ambushed
us in the Hudson Valley.

And in a desperate hour,
Washington called me to his tent.

The revolution, he explained,
wasn't merely a war

for the future of our country.

It would determine
the fate of every man,

woman and child on Earth.

He gave me a mission.

To kill a man who'd reveal
himself on the Hudson shore.

An unknown mercenary

recognizable by a mark
on his hand.

That of a bow.

Okay.

Now, this is crazy.

Which makes it no less real.

Field trip is over.

Let's go.

This Bible was left
with me for a reason.

The connections
are all around us.

You just aren't yet
willing to accept them.

Accept what?

That the man I'm after,

the man who killed Corbin,

is one of the Four Horsemen
of the Apocalypse?

When I beheaded him,
that man didn't die.

Because he was
never a man at all.

He is Death itself, Lieutenant.

And somehow...
he has returned to Sleepy Hollow

to finish what he started.

I'll never tell you where it is.

I'm prepared to die.

I need you to stay here.

Oh, no, I...

How do you...

How...

- Captain?
- Not now, Mills.

I want a 20-foot perimeter,

full sweep of all
surveillance cameras...

Who the hell
would decapitate a reverend?

This is supposed
to be a nice, quiet town.

You got rosebushes
on every damn block.

The wound's cauterized again.

Same M.O. as the farm.

What the hell is he doing here?

I never authorized his release.

Sir, that's what I was
trying to tell you.

Crane was in my custody
when this happened,

- which means he's not...
- You didn't answer my question.

Why isn't that man locked up
in St. Gregory's?

Captain, someone's on
a killing spree, and that man

is our best chance
of catching him.

That man needs a straightjacket,

and you violated a direct order
by bringing him here.

He saw something,

something that might help us.

This is not your call to make.

Now, you take that man
into a padded cell,

or you're suspended
until further notice.

End of story.

You're hanging yourself
for this guy, Abbie.

Walk away.

Please.

Sir, come with us.

- We need to take you...
- Guys,

guys, he's with me.

I told you to stay in the car.

Yet, as you know, I'm insane

and therefore impervious
to simple commands.

What the hell are you doing?

The bird, it led me here.

A bird led you here.
That's great.

Katrina.

"Burnt for witchcraft."

There's something
you should know.

Something that
I haven't told you.

Crane?

What more do you need
to believe me?

You want me to say
that the killer

is the First Horseman
of the Apocalypse

and my proof is an old Bible
that we found in a cave?

You witnessed your partner's
murder with your own eyes.

Why are you working so hard
to deny it?

Because I do not have the luxury

of giving you the benefit
of the doubt right now.

I am a week away from
leaving, and that man

can end my career,
and you're not helping.

- So let's go.
- No, no, wait.

You're leaving Sleepy Hollow?

Yes.

No, no, you're not.

No, our fates are entwined now.

Running away
isn't gonna change that.

I'm not having this conversation
with you right now.

And even if I thought
what I saw was possible,

I will be alone again,

arguing a case
I do not understand

based on something
that I cannot explain.

Let's go.

Wait, wait.

What do you mean, "again"?

Nothing.

Something happened to you,
didn't it?

Before all this.

Something that's made you doubt
your perceptions

for quite some time.

Hey, I don't need
to be psychoanalyzed,

or whatever your version is,

by a man who thinks
that only yesterday

he was fighting
for George Washington

in the Revolutionary War.

I'm sorry,

but I need more,
and we both need sleep.

Thank you.

I got you your own cell.

It's the best I could do.

It's a measurable step up
from a cave.

Look,

I don't know how to get my head
around any of this,

but I do get that no matter
what happened to you,

this must all be scary.

Perhaps an asylum
is exactly where I belong.

All right.

You asked what happened to me.

Back in high school...

me and my sister, Jenny,

were walking home one night

in the forest.

All of a sudden,
there were these...

four white trees.

Something not right about them.

And then,

there was this voice.

I couldn't see it clearly.

I couldn't tell if it was
a person or a thing.

And, uh,

we blacked out.

Next thing we knew,

someone found us
on the side of the road,

and everyone said we were crazy.

I guess, after a while,
Jenny started believing it.

Where is she now?

In and out of places like this.

She's battling demons.

But then,

you showed up,

and everyone said
that you were crazy.

So I guess I just know
what that feels like.

It's lights-out.

Okay. Thank you.

Suppose this is farewell,
Lieutenant.

You can call me Abbie.

I'm very sorry
about your partner.

There were 100 witches

who were put to death
in Sleepy Hollow

between 1712 and 1816.

Town records suggest members
of two different covens

integrated into the populace

and changed their names
to stay hidden.

Others spread out
across the east coast.

Two covens representing good
and evil.

I found hundreds
of unsolved cases.

Just seem to have been ignored.

Murders, disappearances,

and it's not just here.

The cases track through Boston,
DC, Manhattan.

I know they're all connected.

I just... I don't know how.

Case file 632,
Abigail and Jennifer Mills,

sisters who describe seeing
a demon-like figure

linked to four white trees
that appeared out of nowhere.

This correlates
with a local farmer in 1882

who claimed to see
the same thing

in the exact same location.

He believed the trees
were symbols

representing the Four Horsemen
of the Apocalypse

and that the Demon was sent here
to raise them.

I don't know what to believe.

I want to tell Abbie
what I found.

I just-just don't know how.

I look around this town, I don't
know who to trust anymore.

Closer I get to this,

the closer I feel
something is getting to me.

What are you doing?

I was just looking
through old case files

for something that might help.

There's nothing here.

Look, I'm not gonna
say this again.

Let us do our job.

Get some rest.

Thank you, sir.

Katrina?

Forgive me, my love.

This is the only way
I could reach you.

I've been trying to lead you.

The gravestone.

My body was never buried
in that grave.

It hides the true location
of the Horseman's skull,

guarded throughout time
by one of my coven.

We don't have much time.

Then...

Then you are a witch.

We are part of an ancient order

sworn to fight the darkness
that hides in Sleepy Hollow.

When you wounded

the Horseman,
your bloodlines merged.

You became linked,
bound together by blood.

The only way to stop him
was to cast a spell on you both.

Then we entombed
the Horseman's body

deep below the river.

We buried you in that cave
to protect you.

Then you didn't awaken me.

It's the Horseman
who's been awakened, Ichabod...

And you along with him.

How?

By who?

By the same evil
that's trapped me here,

the very one that controls
the Horseman now.

It's found us.
There isn't time.

If the Horseman reclaims his skull,
he'll become whole again.

Three more will follow,
and then it will begin.

What will begin?

The end.

You must stop the Horseman
from retrieving his skull.

Remember, light is his weakness.
He can't survive the sunrise.

Find me, please.
Free me from this place!

How? I don't understand.

The answers are in
Washington's Bible.

- You are the First Witness, Ichabod.
- Katrina!

- Now, please, wake up!
- Katrina, wait!

Wake up!

Find the skull!

No! No!

No! No, no! Stop!

What-what...!

This will help calm you down.

I know what he wants. All right,
if you have to, let me...

Stop! I'm taking him
back into custody.

- Crane, get your things.
- Officer, this man is not fit

to be moved.

Stand down and
let me do my job!

Let's go.

Walk fast.

We got about one minute
till she realizes

that court order's
a practice sheet

from my Academy exam.

I know what
the Horseman's after.

Corbin had a cabinet
full of case files,

hundreds of them, and this.

It's a map of the Hudson valley
charted in 1776.

Guess whose signature
is at the bottom.

I've seen this before.

Washington
used to personally survey

all the field sketches
for battle.

Corbin marked sites around town
he thought had some meaning,

like a puzzle he was trying
to put together.

How did this end up
in your sheriff's cabinet?

I don't know. I don't
think it was an accident.

That night that he arrested me,

he knew what happened
with me and my sister.

He believed it was real.

It is real, Miss Mills...

The faceless figure,
the four trees.

I saw it as well.

Andy, please,

I need you to call in all units.

Andy, I know what he's after.

I'm telling you,
it's at the church.

Whoa, whoa. You know this how?

Because of that whack-job?

I'll explain everything.
Just get them there.

If I have to go through Irving,

he'll ask for proof
that I can't give yet,

and the department
is spread thin as it is.

No kidding.
I just worked a 36-hour shift.

Just getting home.

Look, I'm right about this!
I need to get this guy.

And if you're wrong,
it's on both of us.

Andy, trust me.

Please.

All right, I'll call it in.

I'll meet you there.

Thank you.

I know where it is.

Oh, my God.

You all right?

I need a rifle
from your trunk now.

Where's backup?

I don't know.
I-I called it in.

Metro, officers...

Andy...?

I told you
to stay away from him.

- I tried, but you didn't listen.
- Please.

- It's okay.
- Andy, please.

I want to protect you.
I'm gonna protect you.

Lieutenant!

- Abbie, Abbie...
- Cuff yourself to the door.

You can't kill him, Abbie.
He is Death.

Do it!

Put the weapon down!
Put your hands on your...!

What the hell is that?

Do it now!

You think he can hear us?

- I mean, he...
- How the hell should I know?

I said put the weapon down...!

You can't kill him.

He won't die, Abbie!

Crane! Whoa!

Whoa. I called you.

Lieutenant?

Hey! No!

He's with me.

I'm all right.

I ought to throw you in jail.

Except I have a preserved head
in a pickle jar

and two cops who just
backed up your story.

Not to mention a
confession from Brooks,

who says he'll plea-bargain,

but only if he talks to you
and Captain America here.

Hmm?

Now, there's a room

full of press looking
for answers that I don't have.

So why don't you help me
for a change and give me some?

The truth, sir?

We're just scratching
the surface here.

Whatever this is,
it's gonna get a lot worse.

Outstanding.

I'm told you're transferring
to Quantico next week?

Not anymore.

I think this is where
I'm supposed to be.

That man is our only lead.

He has answers.

Go get me something
I can understand.

Both of you.

There's something
you should know.

In my dream,

Katrina referred to me
as "the First Witness."

Revelations.

This speaks of two
witnesses, brought together

for a seven-year
"period of tribulation"

to defend humanity
from the forces of hell.

Their battle is prophesied

to ordain the fate of the world...

on judgment day.

You think that's us?

You said, after the woods,
you lost your way...

But perhaps you were
called to something, Abbie.

To finish the work
your sheriff started.

Perhaps we both were.

Brooks said a war was coming.

Let's find out
what else he knows.

Please, give me another chance.

Please.

And I heard, as it were,

the noise of thunder,

one of the four beasts saying,
"Come and see."

Then behold a pale horse,

and his name that sat
on him was Death,

and hell followed with him.

♪ Please allow me
to introduce myself ♪

♪ I'm a man of wealth
and taste... ♪

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