(horse neighing)
(horse neighs,
thunder crashes)
(neighing)
Pretty horse.
Oh, you don't have
to be afraid.
I can sing you a song.
Would you like that?
♪ Who killed Cock Robin? ♪
♪ I, said the sparrow ♪
♪ I saw him ♪
♪ Die... ♪
(speaking Greek):
I have given you the
Horseman's Power...
...the Power of DEATH
now bring me...FEAR.
(monster roars)
Shh. Shh.
(snarling)
We have work to do.
(monster roaring)
(grunts)
ABBIE:
Hey, Johnny.
(groans)
Did you miss me?
Sorry for the delay, sir.
Johnny here forgot his manners.
Johnny, buddy,
thought we had a deal--
we help you, you help us, right?
Did Lorenzo
change the meet?
Don't know.
Yo! I don't know.
We know your boss
is unpredictable, but we promise
to protect you after
we take him down.
I'm being straight with you.
'Zo didn't say nothing
about a new meet.
Dude.
But I can check.
Okay?
Come on. Come on.
Make sure
I can find you, okay?
You best keep an eye on
your CI, Agent Mills.
If Lorenzo gives
us the slip,
he won't come up
for air for months.
Yes, sir, but Johnny
will come through. When I was
at the sheriff's department,
there was a case just like it.
You're not with the
sheriff's department, are you?
So stop thinking like
local law enforcement.
Or isn't Quantico
teaching that anymore?
Look, you're moving
up fast, okay?
Which means somebody
thinks you're good.
So prove 'em right to me.
(phone ringing)
Excuse me, sir.
Mills.
Yeah, I know him.
What? He's where?
(door slams shut)
OFFICER (over P.A.):
Opening 515!
(lock buzzes)
Lieutenant...
thank you for coming.
Damn, Crane,
what the hell happened?
They told me they caught you
trying to enter the country
with restricted materials.
A matter which I shall
address presently.
But first,
a more pressing issue.
Mm-mm. How long you been here?
Uh, this is the morn
of my fifth day.
Fifth day.
And you're just now calling me?
Yes, well,
it has been some time
since last we spoke.
You've been gone nine months.
You said you needed
to take a little walkabout,
clear your head-- I understood.
No, you've been through a lot,
but I don't hear from you,
for nine months, and then
this is the call that I get--
to bail you out
of the I.C.E. detention center.
Indeed, there is
much upon which
we need to catch up.
You think?
You're right.
I have been delinquent
in my communication.
Mm.
Initially, it was because
I required solitude.
Then...
it became a habit.
A deeply regrettable one.
Is that what I think it is?
Katrina's necklace.
I'll admit
I kept it out of sentiment.
But this charm
is spiritually linked
to the soul
of Abraham Van Brunt.
Last night,
something happened to it.
I was in the midst of what has
become something of a ritual.
A nighttime communion of sorts.
And I return to the question
that echoes through my soul.
Is my destiny to be not
but a ceaseless traveler,
inexorably slouching my way
through this mortal coil?
Can you hear me, Jesus?
I hear you, C-Dawg.
Don't got no answers.
But as a wise man once said:
"It's a hard knock life.
For us."
Mm-hmm.
So true. That is so true.
(grunting in pain)
(gasps)
The energy has been drained
from it... completely.
I believe something has happened
to Abraham-- something dire.
Now, if something has happened
to the Horseman of Death,
it means there are
dark forces in motion.
First things first.
I need to get you out of here.
So tell me what you tried
to smuggle past Customs.
An artifact.
One of immeasurable
significance.
I believe it holds the key
to our future as Witnesses,
Lieutenant.
Agent.
I'm not a Lieutenant anymore.
I'm a special agent
for the FBI.
You joined the federal police.
Like you said...
lots of catching up.
Want to get that?
Where's my package?
You can file a claim for
seized items online.
Now look here--
the right to personal property
is a fundamental...
Crane, I will
make sure
that you get your
stuff back later.
Right now, we just need to
get out of here. Thank you, sir.
Very well. I leave my possession
here with these noble souls,
my comrades.
Thomas Paine described America
as a place
"where all parts are brought
into perfect unison."
Indeed. Though my stay
here has been brief,
I have come to value the concord
I found with my fellow
detainees.
You want to stay
with your new pals?
Good God, no.
MAN: (laughs) Told you!
I can't miss.
Oh, dude, that was me.
Oh, the hell it was.
God, why do you got
to be like that?
Why does it always
got to be you?
Well, because you
couldn't hit an elephant
if it was hugging you.
Hey, that reminds me.
How's Sally doing?
(laughs)
Yeah!
(grunting)
(laughing)
What's the matter
with you?
Come on. (laughs)
(eerie growling)
Hey, are you mad?
Oh, screw you!
(laughs)
Oh, man. Don't
be a tool.
(monster growling,
man screaming)
Brent?
(grunts)
(gasps, whimpers)
Aah! Brent! Brent!
(footsteps thudding)
(roaring)
(growling)
(hissing, growling)
It was only then
that I gleaned what they meant
by "return to your upright
and locked position."
Crane on a plane!
I miss everything.
Lieutenant...
Agent.
No. Yeah...
On second thought,
doesn't sound right.
Just stick with "lieutenant."
Certain?
I can only handle
so much change.
What's all this?
Yes. Agreed.
(laughs)
Crane, you really should
have called me sooner.
We are a team.
But are we?
We're friends, of course,
and colleagues,
but "team" implies
a mission; purpose.
Henry and Katrina's deaths
closed a chapter for us.
And it reminded me,
perhaps I am truly adrift
in this time.
Then it dawned on me.
Perhaps there are other
descendants in the Crane line.
Then I would not be alone.
So, I traveled
to my family ancestral home
in Scotland...
...where I made
an astonishing discovery.
♪ ♪
ABBIE:
A tablet?
That's what Customs
nailed you for?
"Improper import of cultural
heritage antiquities."
A bureaucrat's flight of fancy,
if ever I heard one.
Fortunately, before
they confiscated my property,
I was able to decipher
some of its engraving.
It was Sumerian.
4,000 years old.
Roughly translated, it said:
"The Legend of Sleepy Hollow."
(laughs)
Are you serious, Crane?
Yes, I assure you, I am.
Do you not see--
this tablet...
Let me guess. You think this is
an ancient prophecy about
our place in the war
between good and evil?
Shamans thousands of
years ago predicted
what was gonna
happen to us,
and that
this Babylonian artifact will
hold the key to what we're
supposed to do with our lives.
Am I right?
Well, no, actually, you're not.
It was Sumerian, not Babylonian.
Ah.
Oh, d... all right, fine--
that is what I believe, but...
Lieutenant, do you not see?
This tablet could hold the key
to our mission as Witnesses.
Our mission?
For all you know,
this is Sumerian sudoku.
Our mission is over.
We stopped Moloch
and the apocalypse.
(phone rings)
Mills.
DISPATCHER:
Agent Mills, we have a report
of two dead bodies
in Westchester National Park.
Local authorities are requesting
federal assistance
due to jurisdictional issues.
Copy that.
I'm on my way.
(hangs up)
I have a new mission now.
I'm an agent of the FBI.
Working theory
is animal attack.
But the thing is,
I know this area.
And there aren't
any predators around here.
(indistinct police
radio communication)
Blood?
I don't think so.
It looks like
some kind of residue.
As if something
brushed up against it.
Can you take a
sample of this?
What is it?
Certainly not human.
Nor any animal I know of.
Dragon's Breath.
Something I obtained
on my travels.
Or something you picked up
in duty-free.
Very funny.
It was used
by the Dominican Order
during the Spanish Inquisition
to test for demonic activity.
If demons are present,
it should... heat up a little.
Well, perhaps... we should
try something different.
Ooh!
Evil has returned
to Sleepy Hollow.
Very impressive.
Certainly a step up
from the sheriff's department.
Step I've been meaning
to take for a while.
Lieutenant...
Look, Crane...
I never faulted
you for leaving.
It was something you had to do.
After you left, I realized
that I couldn't
put my life on hold.
You know, before the Horseman
and all the other craziness,
I had a plan.
I was
on my way to Quantico
and I'm finally
back on that path.
And this-- this feels good.
Anaconda.
Mm.
A multi-state
drug trafficking ring.
The boss, Lorenzo Chang,
has evaded capture for years.
But we just got word of a meet
he'll be at tomorrow.
So you've moved on
to taking down monsters
of a different variety.
You could say that.
Mills.
My office in ten.
And grab the rest
of the Anaconda task force.
Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.
This is Ichabod Crane.
Crane, this is Special Agent
in Charge Mitch Granger.
At your service.
Uh-huh.
Ten minutes.
Yes, sir.
Charming.
I like him.
He busts my chops,
but he's a good agent.
Lieutenant, far be it from me
to stand in the way
of your professional
endeavors, but...
there is a far greater
role for us.
A fact proven by
my recent discovery.
Has it ever
occurred to you that
you went looking
for your purpose
and conveniently found one?
I did not invent the tablet.
No, but you know
as well as I do
that translating ancient
languages is hit-or-miss.
You wanted it
to be important,
and have a meaning, so it did.
Lieutenant, the Bible foretells
that the two Witnesses
must endure
seven tribulations.
The first ended with
the death of Moloch.
This new... evil may mark
the beginning of the second.
I agree
something weird was involved
with the hunters.
Maybe a... stray monster.
Didn't get
the "war's over" memo.
Or maybe those guys are mixed up
in some dark occult thing.
I don't know. I'm gonna help you
get to the bottom of it,
but the idea that this
is the apocalypse 2.0...
(door opens)
WOMAN: Agent Mills?
Here are the forensics
on the dead hunters.
Thank you, Dani.
"Elevated levels of ACTH."
What is that?
Dani.
Huh? Oh, sorry.
Um, ACTH is a
hormone secreted
by the pituitary during
moments of terror.
Yeah, see? Both of the victims'
fists were clenched
and locked--
literally frozen in fear.
There you go.
And the red substance?
Oh, we're still
working on the analysis.
Thanks, Dani.
Despite what I'm certain
is excellent work
on Miss Dani's part,
science will only
take us so far.
We need to tap
into information
of a less terrestrial nature.
(door creaking open)
Welcome back
to the archives.
What happened?
The city
sold the building to developers.
It's scheduled
for demolition next month.
I've been in here
packing up stuff for weeks.
Demolition?
Mm.
This chamber has stood
since the 1750s!
The... Battle of Lexington
was plotted right here.
Now it'll be a mini mall.
A mini mall...
Is there no regard for the past?
And...
What are these?
JENNY: Reminders.
Of an old friend.
Don't tell me you've
forgotten your old friends.
Miss Jenny.
Hey, stranger.
Oh!
(chuckles gently)
Abby told me
you were in town.
Had to come see
for myself.
And Captain Irving?
Up and left in
the middle of the night.
He said it was
the best way
to protect his family.
No word, no warning.
Like witness protection.
You have no idea
where he's gone?
No.
But someone probably
helped him leave.
Someone who knows
how to get in and out
of countries quietly.
Someone who's been
getting around the law
ever since she was young.
Someone who's said good-bye
to too many friends.
ABBIE:
So...
what exactly are we looking for?
Ah.
The bestiary texts.
Preferably Voynich
or Codex Serafini.
Any that catalog
mythological creatures.
You're looking for a demon?
Indeed we are.
Specifically one
that can manipulate fear.
WOMAN:
One for sorrow,
two for mirth.
Three for a wedding,
and four for a birth.
Five for silver, six for gold.
Seven for a secret...
not to be told.
So afraid.
(no voice)
And yet, they have no idea...
just how powerful
their fear can be.
But I know.
And I want more.
(computer beeps)
Ah. It's the lab report.
So that red substance
is mercury sulfide.
Commonly known as cinnabar.
Cinnabar.
JENNY:
Cinnabar used to be
used as a pigment
in supernatural artifacts.
CRANE: The hides
of certain demons
are believed to contain
high levels of it.
Ah.
Demons including Yao-guai.
A creature dating back
to the Tang dynasty.
Here: "Known as
battlefield demons.
"Drawn to the frenzy and energy
"of armed conflict.
"Most notably,
they have the power
to paralyze their victims
with fear."
Battlefield demon?
What's it doing
in Sleepy Hollow?
Could it have killed Abraham?
These demons are known
to be servants, not masters.
JENNY: Meaning that someone
summoned it here.
Someone evil.
Someone powerful.
There is a new player in town.
Ah.
Benjamin Franklin's sketchbook.
Franklin wrote of the survivors
of a particular battle
and their report
of a horrific encounter
with a red devil.
I always assumed the term
was a pejorative
for the British Red Coats.
Apparently,
it was meant literally.
Which battle?
The battle of Bunker Hill.
CRANE: In the early going,
Colonial losses at Bunker Hill
were extremely heavy.
According to Franklin,
it was not
merely due
to British firepower.
(growling, snarling)
(snarling)
You think a Yao-guai was
present at Bunker Hill?
It would explain the accounts.
ABBIE: The colonial soldiers
found a way to turn
the early tide of the battle.
But their fortunes only
turned after General Washington
was able to get a message
to Colonel Prescott,
who was leading
the American troops.
This message must contain the
key to defeating the Yao-guai.
Do Franklin's notes say
what was in the message?
No.
They were top secret.
Which is why
Washington had it delivered
by his most trusted operative...
(man whistles loudly)
...an agent highly skilled
in combat and evasion...
(shouting, grunting)
...one who singlehandedly
penetrated
the British front line.
(horses neighing, men shouting,
cannon booming in distance)
Her name
was Betsy Ross.
Betsy Ross?
The flag woman?
Betsy was a little more
than just "the flag woman."
Her role as a seamstress
was a cover.
Betsy was a woman
of many talents.
So we've heard.
Betsy and Crane
kind of were a thing.
We were not
a "thing."
She was my colleague,
my compatriot,
my partner.
Often in crime.
Mm-hmm. Sounds
like a thing. Yeah.
There may have been moments.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Any further, we risk detection.
This will do.
(distant gun and cannon fire)
The battle grows.
Perhaps you should wait.
The longer I wait,
the more men die.
And more shall fall
if you die.
Why, Ichabod...
...are you worried about me?
Of course.
General Washington said
this mission is
of the utmost importance.
Such sweet talk.
You do know how
to melt a lady's heart.
Uh, uh, well,
I meant that...
I know what you meant.
The ever-proper
Mr. Ichabod Crane.
Someday, some woman will make
you forget all those manners,
cause you to do
something impulsive.
I just hope I'm there to see it.
(clears throat)
Time to go.
Men's lives are depending
on the contents within.
For luck.
Smooth...
Hardly.
The point is,
we must find out what
was in the message
Betsy carried.
Unfortunately, very few
artifacts survived Bunker Hill.
Okay. So we can start
in the National Archives.
With my FBI clearance,
we should...
Got it.
Pardon?
I found the message.
I spent years recovering
obscure artifacts
from all over the world.
This is what I do.
Okay, so as far as I
can tell, the message
and that satchel ended up
as part
of Colonel Prescott's estate.
They were passed down
from owner to owner,
until eventually being sold
to an entertainment
franchise company.
Huh.
It's in Colonial Times.
(groans)
We need it in the here and now.
No, no. I mean it's actually
in Colonial Times.
♪ ♪
The deeds of so many brave men
and women,
signposts of history,
reminders of our hardship
and the ultimate sacrifice...
They've taken it
and used it to
decorate an eatery.
They also have mini golf
out back.
Welcome to Ye Olde
Colonial Times!
Hath thou dinest with us before?
Why are you talking like that?
It be how we spoketh
in days of yore.
If you're wounded
in the head, perhaps.
We're just gonna
take a little look
around.
The corner goes at the front.
You're not a pirate.
(groans)
Huh. "Spaghetti
and Musketballs.
"Cannot Tell a Lie
"Cherry Pie.
Eggs Benedict Arnold."
For shame, for shame.
This is exactly
how you remember it, right?
Exactly how I...
Very funny.
Come on, Crane.
At least they're keeping
the Founding Fathers alive
in people's memories.
Yes, and using it
to line their pockets.
Crane, look.
(quietly):
Is that it?
(whispers): That's it.
Stand guard.
Mmm. At least
they got something right.
Let's go.
You realize this is stealing.
We'll return it.
If it makes you feel so bad,
buy something.
Unbelievable.
Very clever, Betsy.
A John Jay cipher,
if I'm not mistaken.
I'll be able to decode it.
Just need a moment.
You want to work on it at the
archives? I can drop you off.
Anaconda.
We take down
the drug operation today.
Ah. Yes.
There's a lot of evil
in the world, Crane.
(starts engine)
Not all of it is supernatural.
Ma'am?
Is everything all right?
Yes.
Where you going?
That settlement, over the rise.
How far is it?
Settlement?
Do you mean...
Um...
What were you asking?
You know what? That's all right.
I feel like walking.
It's a good five miles to town.
It may take a while.
It has taken me a very long time
to get here already.
A lifetime, really.
♪ ♪
Miss Jenny.
Good. I've decoded much
of Betsy's message,
but I may require
some assistance interpreting it.
Oh! Unless I'm interrupting.
Oh, no, no, no, just...
memory lane-ing it.
I'm realizing something.
I stole a lot of stuff.
It's too bad "supernatural
relic hunter" isn't something
that looks good on a résumé.
You've sought
gainful employment.
Employment, yes. Gainful,
not so much. Unless you count
those office supplies
I swiped during my week
as a paralegal.
Finding a role
and purpose in this world
has rather occupied
my thoughts, as well.
It's good
to have you back, Crane.
Now you and I can not fit in
together.
Anyway, let's see what you got.
Ah, yes.
The message concerns the
nature of the Yao-guai.
Apparently,
it is attracted
by two things: The first
trigger is aggression.
It senses aggression the
way a dog senses fear.
The second trigger
seems to be gunpowder.
Perhaps drawn
by the scent?
You said this thing was created
during the Tang dynasty, right?
Yes.
That's when gunpowder
was invented.
Chinese alchemists
were searching
for the elixir of life,
instead,
they accidentally
created gunpowder.
So, if this beast was summoned
during this process,
it would naturally be drawn
to it.
Damn straight.
Let's see a paralegal do that.
Exactly.
I have no idea
what a paralegal is.
Me, neither.
Where's Abbie?
She and her FBI colleagues
have set out to ensnare
an underworld Mandarin.
You're saying a bunch
of angry people
with guns are gonna be
bumping heads
with a lot of other angry people
with guns?
In other words,
perfect conditions
for a Yao-guai attack.
All units sound off
once you've cleared your floors.
AGENT:
FBI, don't move!
Sir.
(Yao-guai snarling)
Stay here. Cover the door.
(snarling)
(automatic gunfire)
(distant gunfire)
(growling)
No. Granger.
Freeze!
Turn around, slowly!
Slowly.
(snarling)
(Yao-guai hisses)
(gasps)
(choking)
(roars)
(snarling)
Sir...
Sir!
(choking)
Agent down! Repeat!
We have an agent down!
Stay with me. Stay with me, sir.
Sir, sir. Stay with me.
Sir.
The FBI's launched
a massive manhunt for Chang.
They've pinned
Granger's death on him.
How were you able
to drive it away?
It attacked,
I shot and wounded it.
You wounded it?
Yeah.
The Yao-guai's hide is
supposed to be impenetrable.
Unless you somehow found
its vulnerability.
(sighs)
(roaring, moaning)
Its eyes turned white when
it attacked, like a shark's.
White eyes...
Of course.
That explains the order
Washington told Prescott
to deliver to his men.
(distant yelling)
Don't fire until you
the whites of their eyes.
(Yao-guai growling)
That's what that means?
Prescott was letting
his men know
when the monster was vulnerable.
It's a narrow window.
Couldn't have been more
than a few seconds.
It requires
a coordinated attack.
When the Yao-guai
goes after one person,
another watches its eyes
and prepares to fire.
It requires teamwork.
(phone ringing)
(Abbie sighs, groans)
Mills.
What?
Yeah. No. I got it.
I'll be right there.
They found Chang.
He's holed up at a warehouse
at Port Chester.
He's got hostages,
and they're asking for me.
A standoff?
Uh-huh.
If that escalates, it'll be
catnip for the Yao-guai.
Go. We'll follow close behind
with a plan of attack.
You keep me posted?
Miss Jenny?
Guns, knives,
things that go boom.
We're back
in the demon-fighting business,
we're gonna need 'em.
We got the place surrounded,
but he has four hostages.
And he wants
to talk to you.
Says he'll only
deal with the agent
that was there when
Granger went down.
This guy's got some kind
of personal vendetta.
You're walking
into a death trap.
I don't really
have a choice, do I?
(distant shouting)
CRANE: Aggression levels
are running high.
There's been no gunfire.
That's why I brought bait.
JENNY:
Gunpowder.
Can't catch a shark
without chumming the water.
Lorenzo.
It's Agent Abbie Mills.
I'm coming in.
You.
You were the one
there with me,
with that thing?
Yes, I was.
Then you know
I didn't kill that guy!
And I'll tell everyone about it
once you let these people go.
You don't give a damn
about the truth!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
All right,
all right, Lorenzo...
yes...
I saw the monster.
And it's a nasty one.
I know that because
I have seen demons,
witches, ghosts,
even the Horsemen of the
Apocalypse-- I've seen 'em all.
And I know
how you feel.
I'd rather
they weren't real, either.
It would've made my life
a whole lot easier.
Lorenzo, the monsters are real.
But it's okay, because...
it's my job to stop them.
I'm a Witness...
and that is my mission.
(Chang sobbing)
You bitch!
There.
(growling)
CRANE:
It's not working.
We need to draw it
away from there.
(growls)
(roaring, growling)
Well, that worked.
Go!
Right... I'll draw
the monster near.
You take the shot.
Remember-- do not fire
until you see...
The whites of its eyes.
Got it.
(Chang groaning)
Hold your fire!
(groaning)
Nice work.
(growling)
(growls)
CRANE:
Miss Jenny!
(Yao-guai roaring)
(growling)
(gunshots)
(Crane gasping)
Are you okay?
Yes. Yes.
Thank you for... that.
(chuckles)
Welcome back, Crane.
Welcome back, Lieutenant.
How did you persuade
the self-involved magistrates
of Immigration
and Customs Enforcement
to return my property?
It's one of the perks
of the job.
I can also sic the IRS
on someone, if you want.
This is precisely the abuse
of centralized federal power
that Thomas Jefferson
warned against.
Do you want your
stuff or not?
Yes... please.
Ah.
Thank you.
ABBIE:
Mm.
Magnificent, isn't it?
What's this?
Here along the edge...
Looks like a...
another piece.
Those guys look
kind of like you two.
(officer chuckles)
What is this?
This is actually
a single word.
Perplexing to translate.
It's actually closer to
Akkadian than Sumerian, and
allowing for discrepancies
in regional dialects...
Crane...
It means "destroyers."
Meaning what?
Destroyers of what?
An excellent question.
You don't still think
this is some kind
of prophecy, do you?
I mean, look,
this can't be us, right?
I have no answers, Lieutenant.
Merely an inkling--
one that tells me
this tablet means something.
Something important.
And... and our work
is not complete.
Well, I suppose
you're right about that.
For one thing, we don't know
who killed the Horseman,
or who summoned the Yao-guai.
Am I to take it you agree
the second Tribulation
has begun?
Maybe. Maybe not.
Someone's got to keep you
out of trouble.
JENNY:
Here we go.
On the house.
Thank you.
You keep giving us free drinks,
you're gonna be out of a job.
Ah, Mike doesn't care.
Or he wouldn't, if he knew.
Wow. Crane does not seem
to mind.
(exhales with satisfaction)
I would never
have believed
that blueberry
stout would work.
Well, looks like
I'm getting refills.
You know, Crane,
you don't need
some stone tablet to justify
your place in the world.
You belong here
just as much as anyone else.
Even if "here" is a country
that turns its history into
themed restaurants.
(snickers)
Hmm.
(laughs)
I suppose you're
right, Lieutenant.
It's not the country
I thought it would be.
But it is the one I have.
And I must accept it for
what it is, just as I ask it
to accept... me.
And... you were wrong.
When you said that Henry
and Katrina's death
meant that you were alone.
You may not
have family, but...
you are not alone.
I shall drink to that.
Mm.
Oh, it appears we may need to
provide for ourselves this time.
Oh, take mine.
I got it.
For Jenny's sake,
I'm gonna settle our tab.
Oh! Ah,
I'm sorry.
Let me get you another.
You know what?
It's okay. I'm gonna take that
as a sign that it's time
to call it a night and
go back home. (laughs)
Or to the hotel, rather.
Mm-hmm.
You from out of town?
Yes, I just arrived.
Pandora.
Abbie.
Pandora-- that's an
interesting name.
It's like the lady
with the... the box.
The lady with the box.
Yeah.
Which is actually
more of a dowry.
(laughs) You know,
I studied the classics,
so I tend to get
a little carried away
with the old stories sometimes.
I have a friend
just like that.
♪ It's a hard-knock life
for us... ♪
Oh, I'd like to meet
your friend... sometime.
♪ It's a hard knock life
for us ♪
Yeah. Welcome to Sleepy Hollow.
♪ 'Stead of treated,
we get tricked ♪
♪ 'Stead of kisses,
we get kicked ♪
(fading out):
♪ It's a hard-knock life! ♪
It already feels like home.