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Ichabod!

We are safe here for now.

Katrina.

- What is this place?
- There isn't time to explain.

You've been charged
to a larger purpose.

Yes, I know.
To stop the Four Horsemen.

Conquest, War, Famine and Death,
Ichabod.

The very one whose head
you claimed on the battlefield.

But now he's returned
to gather the others.

Together they will unleash
the Apocalypse.

Before the Four Horsemen
can ride,

an army of evil will make way
for their arrival.

The first dark spirit rises
with the blood moon.

She's one of us.

One of who?

You must stop her
before she kills again.

Katrina?!

Katrina?!

Morning, sir.

I must to speak with
Lieutenant Mills immediately.

I can't let you leave the room.

You're a material witness
in an ongoing investigation.

Well, I'm afraid it cannot wait.

Lieutenant Mills
will be here shortly, sir.

We've been over this.

The circumstances surrounding

Sheriff Corbin's murder
are opaque at best.

That's one way of putting it.

Another way would be to say
that he was killed with an axe

by a man with no head,

but that'd make me sound crazy.

You said it, not me.

Not just my words, sir.

Two other officers went on record.

They recanted.

What?

What do you mean they recanted?

Two men, in a firefight
with an unknown assailant

while ducking behind
a police vehicle at dawn,

when the light was low?

They may not be
this precinct's finest,

but even they're smart
enough to know how

that will sound
to an investigating committee.

They're scared.

You're damn right they're scared,
the whole town's scared.

- What about Brooks?
- What about him?

He was locked in a cell
less than five minutes,

yet somehow, someone,
something got in there

and snapped his head backwards
like a PEZ dispenser.

Come with me.

This is two minutes after the
duty officer closes the door.

No.

No?

That is not what happened.

Give us a minute, please.

Sir, I'm telling you there was
something in that cell with him.

Are we really having
this conversation?

I am not the only one
that saw it.

I assume you're referring
to Mr. Crane,

our resident time traveler.

Sir, you were in
the interrogation room.

You saw what happened.

He passed the polygraph
without a single spike.

That is hardly without precedent.

We sent his test in
for further psych evaluation.

The doctors say our man
suffers from a disorder

known as
"objective transference."

He may really believe that
he decapitated a Hessian soldier

during the Revolutionary War,

that his wife is a witch

who put a spell on him,
and now he woke up

two centuries later
in Sleepy Hollow.

The details, the personality,
they're all wildly specific

and impossibly thorough.
Know why?

Because the human brain is limitless
in its ability to trick itself.

So you think we're both crazy?

Possibly.

Look, I can't explain
what's going on here.

Not yet.

But in the absence of options,
you and this Crane

may be my only choice.

I won't be at the funeral.
I'm sorry.

I'm going to Albany
to secure some resources.

While I'm gone,
I'm giving you some latitude.

But I am warning you,
Lieutenant.

Do not embarrass me.

This is unacceptable!

I will not be held
prisoner here!

And good morning to you, too.
Thanks, Mike.

Mike.

If I'm charged with no crime,
why am I under guard?

Well, for one, it's the law.

As a free man,
any law that takes away

my God-given right serves
neither God nor its own design.

Okay, it's a little early
in the morning

for a Constitutional debate.
Have a donut hole.

I don't want a donut hole.

Take heed, Lieutenant.

I received a warning
last night from Katrina.

Katrina. Your wife was here?

No. She appeared to me in a dream,
or more aptly, a vision.

For the time being,

the Headless Horseman seems
to have vanished.

Which, in theory,
would provide relief.

Except she said,

"The first dark spirit awaits
entry into your world."

Mmm, these are good.

That's your proof?
Your dead wife told you this

in a dream?

Someone's given you reason
to doubt my veracity.

Oh, I didn't need a reason.
I've been doubting you since we met.

And myself.

And now you're telling me that
something new is coming,

but you don't know what,
or who, or why.

After all we've seen,
you're still holding onto uncertainty.

I'm trying to hold onto my sanity,
not to mention my job.

Look, I just spent the last hour
defending you

to my captain, so do me a favor
and don't look at me

like I'm the one
that's crazy, okay?

I've had enough of that
for one lifetime.

Let's go.

Belief is sanity, Lieutenant.

Now I'm no more eager
to accept it than you,

but if Katrina's warning is real...

and we shall soon find out...

then it appears evil
has found a new home...

in Sleepy Hollow.

What's happening to me?!

What is it?

No, no.

Release who?

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Okay, let me see if I got this.

When you first met Katrina...

She disliked me intensely.

Because?

That is a discussion
for another day.

Is this correct?

This meal cost $4.95?!

Dear God.

With an additional tax
of 41 cents?

No, no, don't try
to change the subject.

Somehow you fell in love,
you get married,

but the whole time
you have no idea

that your wife is a witch?

- Correct.
- How could you not know?

When Katrina and I met,
the witch trials...

though less pervasive...
had already taken the lives

of hundreds of women,

so I choose to believe

Katrina withheld the truth
to protect me and herself,

and as we've come to learn,
the fate of the entire country

from those who would do us
considerable harm!

Ah, she was protecting the fate

of the American Revolution.

I understand,
to you it sounds...

Insane, when spoken out loud.

No, what's insane is a
ten-percent levy on baked goods.

You do realize
the Revolutionary War began

on less than two percent?

How is the public not flocking
to the streets in outrage?

We must do something.

Here's what we can do.

No more firsthand accounts
of witches

or founding fathers

or donut tax outrage

unless you want to be
sent back to the asylum.

Point taken.

And we will need
to find you a cover.

I'm sure I can muster one up.

I'm not asking
if you're qualified.

I'm asking
if you're running away.

Oh, my God!

Officer down!

Oh, my God!

Officer down!

What were you trying to tell me,
Katrina?

Please help me understand.

The first dark spirit rises

with the blood moon.
She is one of us.

One of who?

Crane?

"She's one of us."

Those were her exact words.

What are you talking about?

She was referring to a witch.

He sent me to help you find
the people you're looking for.

And to give you a message.

"The ashes of the pious will
ordain your resurrection.

"Take their flesh...

and you will reclaim yours."

♪ You're a runaway train, baby ♪

Hello.

Officer, I don't believe
I was speeding.

Name, please.

Are you okay, sir?

Yes.

What happened to your neck?

It's hard to explain.

I need your full name.

Uh, Jeremy Steven Furth.

Jeremy...

wherever this road takes you,
and it won't be far,

I want you to know
it wasn't personal.

♪ Those fingers in... ♪

♪ That sly "Come Hither" stare ♪

♪ That strips my conscience bare ♪

♪ It's witchcraft ♪

No!

No! No!

♪ Wicked witchcraft... ♪

And consider that witches
are known to draw their power

from the lunar cycle.

Oh, does this not concern you?

Of course it does,

but you gotta give me a minute
to find my feet here.

I was on my way to Quantico
two seconds ago

to be a criminal profiler,
and now I am profiling a witch.

It's gonna take a little
catching up for me.

I mean, what, are
we supposed to do,

put out an APB on a woman
with warts and a broom?

Lieutenant, I, too, believed
that we lived in a world

where superstition gave
way to reason and logic...

until General Washington
brought me into a secret war

with forces which, like you,
I'm yet to fully understand.

And even so...

you still doubt your own eyes?

Look, I know what I saw
with you.

I'm not pretending that I didn't,

but usual police procedure isn't
gonna cut it in this case.

You've not had appropriate time
to mourn your sheriff.

Excuse me?

He was more than just a
colleague to you, wasn't he?

The demon you and your sister
saw in the forest,

he believed you.

I saw it in your eyes
at the burial, Ms. Mills.

Please... help me understand.

After Jenny and I saw
that thing...

it got pretty bad for a while.

She was sent to the institution...

and I did a lot of stupid things
to try and shut it all out...

drugs,

me and this guy I was seeing
broke into a pharmacy.

Cop car pulls up,

guy bolts, just gone,

and this sheriff
steps out the cruiser.

I was thinking,
"That's it, I'm going to jail.

My life is over."

But instead of taking me to jail,

he takes me to a diner.

He orders apple pie and says...

You know what I love
about apple pie a la mode?

Where the warm, crunchy crust
comes together

with the smooth,
frozen ice cream.

And in about five minutes,
all the ice cream melts

and becomes a warm soupy mess.

When that happens...

we're leaving.

So you got five minutes

to decide if you're gonna change
your life,

or if I'm taking you to jail.

So I changed...

right there.

I got more fathering
in those five minutes

than I got my whole life.

Charlie 101 to Comm.

Hmm.

Go ahead, Charlie 101.

You said to keep a lookout
for any unusual activity?

Well, I think I got something.

Derek, what happened?

We're still putting
the pieces together.

Vic's name is Jeremy Furth.

Looks like something caught fire
inside the vehicle.

What is that?

It looks like...

claw marks or something?

As though someone purposefully
dug into his chest.

The ash within
didn't simply fall away.

It's as though
someone collected something.

Does that mean something
to you?

Indeed.

I believe I know who did this.

What do you mean you
know who did this?

What I'm about to tell you,

I myself would once have dismissed
as superstitious folly,

but that was before
the war began.

One night, my regiment was
returning to camp near Albany.

The moon hung low in its cycle,
as it does now...

a blood moon,
as Katrina described.

The destruction was far too
extensive for common artillery.

There were bodies everywhere.

Our men, reduced to ash,

which gave way
to a darker revelation

as I sensed a presence
in the woods around us.

I could not have told you back then
what it was I saw that night,

but it chilled my blood
like nothing before.

These strange murders
became more frequent.

Soon, a tale spread
of a dark coven...

led by a high priestess
known as Serilda of Abaddon.

General Washington came
to believe the redcoats

had formed a dark alliance
with this sorceress.

Corbin believed that there were

two groups of witches
in Sleepy Hollow...

One good, one evil.

Then our answers must be in the files
he kept hidden in his office.

We must find out how much the
good sheriff actually knew.

Damn it.

They're gone.

Corbin's files.

They've all been moved.

Wait here.

I'll find out where they went.

- May I help you?
- Nope, nope.

Just perusing, thank you.

You're Ichabod Crane.

I am indeed.

And you are...?

You were a suspect
in Corbin's murder.

Wrongfully accused as it were.

And duly released.

So, what are you
still doing here?

I'm a History professor.

- On leave from Oxford.
- Oxford, huh?

You know, I had a cousin
who studied at Oxford.

What did you teach?

Treatises of Civil Government.

With a focus on the
American Revolutionary War.

That's got to be embarrassing.

You know, teaching a course
about how we kicked your ass.

We?

I didn't realize you were there.

No.

But I was 101st Airborne
in Iraq.

What war did you fight in,
Professor?

One that I pray is never doomed
to repeat itself, sir.

Abbie? Hey.

Hi, Luke.

I see you two have met.

What's he doing here, Ab?

He's consulting to the sheriff's
department on orders from Irving.

We're on the clock.

Talk later, let's go.

Facial expressions
have changed little,

if at all, over the centuries.

Were you and Luke
formerly betrothed?

He's my ex.
We weren't betrothed.

There was no betrothing.

And we've got bigger problems.

The files were moved
to the archives.

I need clearance to get in,

and Irving isn't
answering his phone.

- Where's the building?
- Across the street,

- the one with the guard out front.
- The armory?

I know another way in.

To the basement.

Your affair did not end well,
I take it.

What's in the basement?

I'll show you.

What was the impetus
of your disbandment?

We broke up when I was leaving
for the FBI.

- But you didn't leave.
- Nope.

Then theoretically you could
rekindle the relationship.

I will literally pay you
to stop talking.

I would happily accept because
I am in need of currency.

But since you did not hesitate
to interrogate me about Katrina,

I think I'm entitled to my query.

I believe I'm entitled to tell you
it's my private business.

Well, Sleepy Hollow
is full of secrets.

And now I'm gonna
show you another.

What is this?

It's been sealed off.

What are you doing?

Crane?

Won't be a moment.

Whoa!

Whoa, whoa,
you can't just do that!

What the hell is that?

During the war,

we built a series of
subterranean tunnels

beneath the city...

to allow us
to transport munitions

and supplies in secret.

This entrance...

should connect us directly
to the annex.

Shall we?

Mind the rats.

Yes, I do.

End of that tunnel bares the bones
of convicted witches.

Why are they buried down here?

It was decreed witches were
undeserving of a proper burial.

But Katrina had a headstone.

As we discovered,
an empty grave site.

Used as a ruse to hide
the Horseman's head.

So, her death and remains...?

Her remains...

remain a mystery.

It's all still here.

We coded all of the crates.

BP in red marks black powder.

Does gun powder have
an expiration date?

Best not to tempt fate.

Now, if I'm not mistaken,

the ladder should...

Yes.

The Battle of Lexington
was plotted in this chamber.

Well, now it's where
hard copies go to die.

Another figure of speech,
I take it?

All police reports,
newspaper articles,

historical records.

Pretty much everything
we'd ever really want to know

about the history
of Sleepy Hollow.

Recorded history.

It appears little
of what actually transpired

found its way
into your textbooks.

Got it... Corbin's files.

We better split this up.

Careful, kid.

Imagine how your mom and dad
would feel if you got run over.

Uh, my dad's dead.

My sympathies.

What's your name?

You can tell me.

I'm a police officer.

Kyle.

Kyle what?

I need to hear it.

Ky-Kyle Hemmington.

It's a nice name.

I'm sorry it had to be yours.

Go inside, Kyle.

It's getting dark.

Serilda of Abaddon.

Abaddon...
Is that a place?

No, it's a form of Romani Greek.

Otherwise referred to as
the language of the Gypsies.

- You speak Greek?
- Among several languages, yes.

My memory's eidetic.

I retain what I see
with near perfect precision.

You have photographic memory?

Sights, sounds, even smells.

Except, ironically,

for the 250 years
I can't seem to recall,

which makes it of little use.

Ah, here we are.

It appears Serilda's fate
was sealed by her enemies.

A benevolent coven

known as Sisterhood
of the Radiant Heart.

Their leader used white magic

to weaken Serilda,
making her vulnerable

to mortal attack.

A hunting party
finally captured her

in the woods
around Sleepy Hollow.

You are condemned,

and you will burn.

Have you last words?

In Romani Greek, she said,
"By the turn of the blood moon,

"the ashes of your ancestry
will be mine.

"Your flesh will be my flesh.

I will live again."

No!

No, no!

The magistrate
who sentenced her,

what was his name?

Uh, let's see...

Robert Daniel Furth.

The victim in the car accident,
his name was Jeremy Furth.

"The ashes of your ancestors
will be mine."

She requires the ashes of his
descendants to return to life.

Jeremy's a descendant.

But surely not the last.

"She must complete
her resurrection

by the turn of the blood moon."

That's tonight.

We must find out
who she'll seek out next.

Good night, sweetheart.

Good night.

According to genealogical records,

the magistrate had a son

whose bloodline traces
to Jeremy Furth.

He also had a daughter who
married into another family.

The Hemmingtons.

Did you locate
Miss Hemmington's descendants?

Only one in Sleepy Hollow.
On Bedford.

Mom?

Mom?

Mom?

Kyle!

Kyle!

Ma'am, it's okay.

- I'm with the sheriff's department.
- My son.

- There may be an intruder in your home.
- He was screaming.

- Where's my son?!
- Mom!

Oh, my God.

Mom, I saw a woman

and she looked like
she was on fire.

- No, you were scared when you went to bed.
- No, no, I swear!

I think you're just imagining things.

- She was on fire, I swear!
- Honey!

I saw her.

Pardon me.

Has an object been removed
from the shelf?

Oh, my God.

My husband's urn.

But the boy is

the last remaining Hemmington
by blood, is he not?

No, Kyle's adopted.

My husband was the
last Hemmington.

Why?

There's little time left.

The blood moon hangs low,

and now Serilda has the ashes
of the last known descendants.

Let's say we catch
this Sarilda of Abaddon

before the blood moon sets.

Then what, we kill her?

How? She's already dead.

She can only be made whole
during the blood moon.

We must find her before
she completes her resurrection

and return her to the ashes
from whence she came.

Meaning we burn her
to the ground.

Oh, with great enthusiasm.

Jolly good.

Let's set her aflame
and bury her bones

where she'll never find them.

The tunnels.

Of course.

Her bones will be buried
in the tunnels

with the other witches.

She needs them to return
to flesh and blood.

And that was not
an accurate impersonation.

No, really.

I don't need any help,
as long as you're comfortable.

It's been, what, 250 years?

Maybe we've got the wrong spot.

Heh.

You're welcome.

Oh, no, we're too late.

- She's already found them.
- She's in here somewhere.

We'll cover more ground
if we separate.

Take this.

Just aim

and pull the trigger.

Yes, I do recall how to
use a firearm, thank you.

Crane?

The crates.

Crane, your gun!

What are you doing?
You dropped your gun.

It was empty.

You only fired one shot.

It has more?

Yes, Crane, a lot more.

Well, much like the Horseman,

it appears madam here
is rather fond of bullets

and does not die by them.

What's she saying?

Go. Go!

Brace yourself.

Crane.

Patience.

Crane!

Get down!

Oh, for the love of...

Lieutenant?

She called it
"the world between worlds,"

and whatever it is,

if Katrina's imprisoned there,

perhaps she can be freed.

I am so far down
the rabbit hole here.

I never thought I'd say this,
not in a million years,

but I just want to go back
to the way it was before.

I'm afraid neither of us can.

But I do take comfort

knowing that this strange road
we find ourselves on...

can only be traveled together.

I think we could both
use some morning cheer.

Coffee?

You look lost, kid.

What is this?

I'm dreaming, right?

Well, what difference
does that make?

I'm here right now, aren't I?
With you?

Look, if you're gonna haunt me,
be helpful.

Okay?

Okay.

What seems to be the problem?

"What seems to be the problem?"

How about, what the hell
is happening here?

You were ahead of me
the whole time.

Were you ever planning
on telling me anything?

Would you have believed me
if I did?

- Maybe.
- Maybe not.

You spent a lot of time
running away

from what happened to you,
Abbie.

I asked you to be helpful.

I don't know how to do this.

- You're scared, aren't you?
- Scared?

Yeah.

I'm furious.

- And outraged that you didn't tell me...
- Good. That's progress.

Ever since you were little,
you let your life be ruled by fear.

You're so afraid of
what you don't understand

that it kept you from seeing
who you really are.

What you were meant to do.

Which is...?

The only person
that can tell you that...

is you.

That's what faith is, honey.

I really miss you.

Don't be afraid of number 49.

That's where you'll find
you're not alone.

Lieutenant.

Are you all right?

Tonight, Mills.

Seen any more monsters lately,
Jenny?

No, ma'am.

Not since I've been taking these.

Open.

Good girl.

Lights out in five minutes.

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