♪ From Boston Harbor ♪
♪ We set sail ♪
♪ And the wind was blowing ♪
♪ A devil of a gale ♪
♪ With a ring-tail set ♪
♪ All abaft the mizzen peak ♪
♪ And a Rule Britannia ♪
♪ Plowing up the deep ♪
♪ With a big bow wow ♪
♪ Tow row row ♪
♪ Fal dee ral dee di do day... ♪
Have to lay off
the flapjacks
if you're gonna fit
into that one.
Lieutenant.
Uh, this is not
as it seems.
I thought your...
unmentionables
were in the
hand washing basket.
Your hand washing basket,
not my hands.
Why are you doing
any of my laundry
in the first place, Crane?
As you were
kind enough
to offer me a room
until I found my own residence,
I thought I should do something
to repay you.
So I tidied,
top to bottom,
prepared a meal-- you're in
for a treat, there.
Half the colonial army were
after my Bedfordshire Clanger.
(smoke alarm beeping)
(Crane exclaims)
(alarm stops)
Oh, hell's teeth!
Our first week
as roommates
and I've befouled
the kitchen.
If we found a way to put
the brakes on the Apocalypse,
we can make this work.
I had roommates
in college.
It's all about respecting
boundaries, Crane.
As Ben Franklin was wont to say,
"Love thy neighbor,
yet don't pull down your hedge."
Yeah. Good fences
make good neighbors.
And in this case,
if you can't stand the heat,
use somebody else's kitchen.
Takeout.
Capital idea.
Reach for the sun, my little one
Reach for the sun and smile
Soon you'll have the fear
you need to grow.
From the depths
of the darkness inside you
Will you bring forth
the evil I desire?
(indistinct whispering)
A little sun, a little rain
And then, my sweet,
A flower.
♪ ♪
We have to do something.
Tell someone what we know.
Look, it's the right thing.
Of course I'm scared.
We all are.
Excuse me.
You've got to tell
me your secret.
I can't ever seem to get
any signal in here.
MAN (over P.A.):
Now arriving on Track 9,
train number 290.
He's jumping at shadows.
I have just the thing for you.
MAN:
FBI, how do I direct your call?
My name is Paul Everett.
Can I speak to an agent?
He has a secret
and he's terrified
it will be discovered.
Just be a dear
and take your time
pulling his secret
from him, will you?
I'm really quite enjoying
watching these mortals squirm.
I have important information.
Can you hold, please?
Yeah, I'll hold.
(indistinct whispering)
It's dangerous, Paul. We don't
know what he's capable of.
Williams is right.
If we give any sign
that we know...
Secrets...
EVERETT: We have to go public.
We can't let him
get away with it.
Secrets kill.
Granger's replacement arrives
sometime this week.
Whole lot of scuttlebutt
as to who that might be.
Just think of the uproar,
were people to discover
the true nature
of your former commanding
officer's demise.
Only in Sleepy Hollow does
your boss get eaten by a demon.
Mmm.
You were always able
to balance your police work
with your duty as a Witness.
Maybe.
But it's not a balancing act
I want to keep up forever.
I'm building something here,
Crane.
The kind of life I've always
seen for myself.
(phone ringing)
Agent Mills.
MAN:
Dispatch here.
We have a code 001B-36
at the Tarrytown train station.
His name was Paul Everett.
He worked for the county,
an accountant at
the comptroller's office.
The SHPD medical examiner
says he died of a heart attack.
Well, the last call
he made was to the FBI,
which makes it
our business.
Operator said he didn't
get any details;
just asked for an agent.
All calls into the switchboard
are recorded.
Send me a copy, please?
Thank you.
It seems uncommon
for someone so young
to suffer a cardiac arrest.
Look at his
expression.
He looks absolutely
terrified.
MAN:
Probably was.
Muscle rigidity
is often the side effect
of a sudden heart attack.
(chuckles)
Agent Reynolds.
Aren't you posted in Chicago?
Was.
Until 24 hours ago.
Oh, the Bureau thinks
we need extra bodies
to fill the gaps as they vet
Granger's replacement?
No, actually.
I am the replacement.
You're the new regional chief?
(quietly):
Wow.
(Crane clears throat)
My name is Ichabod Crane.
I consulted for the sheriff's
department last year
on matters of
historical relevancy.
Agent Daniel Reynolds.
Agent Mills and I
were at the academy together.
Not sure there's much
historical relevance
to a 32-year-old man
dying of a heart attack.
Lieutenant--
Agent Mills and I
were just at home
having dinner.
She was called here, so...
Oh. I see.
You two...
Are roommates.
And he was just... heading home.
I was?
Mm-hmm.
I am just on
my way home.
Agent Reynolds,
the pleasure
is ineffably mine.
Sorry. I should've called
to give you a heads up.
It happened so quickly,
I literally just
got off the plane.
Give me an hour
to swing by the office
and get settled, and you can
fill me in on all this?
Absolutely.
Sir.
(laughs)
Life, right?
Of all the gin joints,
I get assigned to Abbie Mills'
old stomping grounds.
After all the stories
you told me,
I almost feel like
I've lived here before.
Yeah, let's just hope
you don't want to leave
as bad as I did.
You made peace with that.
Like anywhere,
there's good, there's bad.
But duty comes first.
Right?
True.
True, and I'd better
get busy with mine.
Good to see you, Abs.
Yep, you too, Danny.
It's quite a facade, isn't it?
Yes.
Most impressive.
Reynolds wants me
to kick the tires
on this one.
Everett called the FBI
minutes before he died.
We need to find out
if he had a reason.
I fear this man
Everett's death
may have been caused by
a supernatural entity.
You saw something?
Just a glimpse.
There may be a new threat
hiding in the shadows.
Or... is one, itself.
I found references to creatures
of shadows and darkness--
blights, wraiths, ghouls, oni,
bogeymen.
I don't know
what's worse:
the supernatural
back in full force
or Daniel Reynolds as my boss.
Your former classmate.
Daniel's
a climber.
He's half the reason
I got through the academy
as fast as I did.
We pushed each other.
Competition can be
a strong motivator.
Lieutenant...
I sensed something
between the two of you
that seemed...
more than professional.
Yeah?
Mind your business.
A good fences moment,
perhaps?
That's right, neighbor.
Now what is
all this?
Ah.
A plan to keep the archive
in our possession.
I've applied
to have it declared
an historic landmark.
Did you know
there was a proposition
to tear it down
and erect an apothecary?
An apothecary! Another one!
Amidst the onslaught
of these faceless monstrosities,
we must make a stand
to preserve our history.
Now, are we
talking about
this place or you?
I shall find my place
in this modern world,
but never at the expense
of my colonial soul.
I'm not going
to argue.
The archive is crucial
as a base of operations--
now more than ever,
if this new threat
isn't an isolated event.
Sadly, we have more questions
than answers at the moment.
Especially if that thing means
what you think it does.
And for all the good
that we try to do,
what if our destiny
is to become
agents of destruction?
(computer beeps)
Crane,
there's a message that
Paul Everett left for the FBI.
I may be able to find a clue
as to what happened to him
in the background noise
of the phone call.
My name is Paul Everett.
Can I speak to an agent?
I have important information.
MAN: Can you hold, please?
Yeah, I'll hold.
ABBIE:
You see?
It keeps recording
for another 15 seconds.
No sounds of attack,
no sounds of distress
from Everett.
No, wait,
there is something else.
(indistinct whispering)
CRANE:
Voices.
Whispering.
Other commuters?
I can filter out
some of the interference.
WOMAN:
Williams is right.
EVERETT:
We have to go public with this.
We can't let him
get away with it.
So that's Everett talking.
But who was he talking to?
VOICE:
Kill for secrets.
ABBIE:
There's another voice,
but it's not
on the same wavelength.
I can scrub and boost it.
VOICE:
Secrets. Secrets.
What is that?
Kill for secrets.
Secrets.
I will kill.
CRANE: A shadow that moves
as if alive,
in conjunction
with whispering voices,
jogged a memory...
something I'd read in your
ancestor Grace Dixon's journal.
Sometimes all it takes
is to put pen to paper
to make a difference, hmm?
CRANE:
Here.
25th of September, 1776.
Ms. Dixon overheard a rumor
that General Howe--
who was the commanding
British officer
stationed in occupied
New York City--
had raised
a whispering wraith
in order to root out
colonial spies.
A dark ceremony, in which
a human host is bonded
with demonic
shadows.
Here...
these initials, M.C.
The host in question
was an unfortunate wretch
named Marcus Collins.
A friend of yours?
Turncoat.
A rank, base villain
who reneged on his vow
to fight for liberty.
Not a friend.
It appears he was not only
turned by Howe,
but literally transformed,
sent out to kill his fellows.
Brave souls,
with a secret worth
dying for.
General Howe's
battle plans.
Had these men lived
to deliver that information...
thousands of lives
would have been spared.
Washington lost confidence
in Marcus Collins' loyalty--
feared General Howe might learn
the identities
of the other agents.
I was tasked
with their extraction.
I attended an event
at the billeted quarters
of General Howe,
where I was to make contact
with the spymaster,
none other than my constant
companion in adventure,
Betsy Ross.
♪ ♪
Would the lady
grant me the honor?
The gentleman
is too kind.
The honor is all mine.
What the hell
are you doing, Crane?
If anyone recognizes you,
you'll be shot as a deserter.
I shan't be here
long enough.
And neither will you.
Your cover's
been blown.
Marcus Collins is a turncoat.
(gasps)
We must warn
the others.
The secrets we share are
invaluable to the war effort.
How many are embedded with you?
Two men.
One poses as Howe's valet,
the other, that violin player.
BETSY:
Howe is looking this way.
Does he know you, Crane?
We met many
years ago,
when I first arrived
on these shores.
I'll handle him.
And warn the others. Go.
We'll meet at
the stables in an hour.
General...
I haven't had
the chance to thank you
for this delightful party.
In a moment.
There is someone
I must have words with first.
When a moment passes,
it is gone forever.
Or one can stop
and take...
full advantage of it.
I was beginning to worry.
Your clothing,
Betsy...
I told you I'd handle Howe.
Not like that,
my dear.
Ready the horses
while I look
for the others.
They're dead, Crane.
Both of them.
Is that you,
you traitorous wretch?
Come out of the shadows,
Marcus Collins.
Come out and face me!
I'll have your head,
Marcus Collins!
MAN:
This way!
Fire on sight!
Hyah! Yah!
Betsy, come on!
Are you all right?
How could I not be?
Hyah! Hyah!
Crane... Crane.
And now it seems the same dire
wraith who killed my fellows
stalks the streets
of Sleepy Hollow.
So this creature was sent
to root out spies
who shared a secret then.
He may have
the same M.O.
An excellent supposition,
Lieutenant.
The voices on Everett's
call to the FBI.
An unnamed woman and
a man named Williams.
And Everett worked
as an accountant
at the county
comptroller's office.
If they were coworkers,
they may be
the wraith's next victims.
Here he is.
Richard Williams.
(phone rings)
Hey, Joe.
What?
No, no, no.
Don't call the police.
I'll-I'll be right there.
JOE:
When I first got to your place,
I thought you had a wild party
and I was like,
"Why didn't she invite me?"
And then I noticed
the busted lock.
What were
you doing
way out here in the first place?
No, I was bringing
over some stuff
you left up
in my dad's cabin.
Just poked my head in,
saw the mess.
Thanks for this.
Hey, he...
he was as much a father to you
as he was to me.
You know, whoever did this,
it doesn't look like a B and E.
It's more like they were
searching for something?
That's very astute,
Encyclopedia Brown.
Yeah, well,
you and Abbie
may have been his protégés,
but I inherited
some of my dad's
cop instincts.
Hmm.
Like, I can tell
when you're holding back.
Come on, what are you
mixed up in?
Nothing.
Really.
(chuckles)
I've been keeping it
super low-key lately.
(sighs)
What is it with you
and your sister anyway?
Look, you know,
just 'cause my dad
kept me on the outside
of his investigation
into the strange and stranger,
doesn't mean you have to.
Corbin led Abbie and I
down a path
'cause we were already on it.
And not by choice.
Okay, you know,
you can slice it
any way you want, Mills.
Look, you knew
a side of him
that I never got to know.
But I've been back in town
almost six months.
I figured at some point,
you might let me in.
It's not fun and games, Joe.
People die.
Yeah, and my father
was one of them.
Look, he wasn't just stumbling
around in the dark.
He was on a mission.
Sending you off
all over the world
to track things
down for him.
And before he had a chance
to tell me word one
about why he did what he did,
he was gone.
Look...
you and Abbie
are the closest thing
that I have left to family.
I want you to look me
in the eye,
tell me you have no idea
why this happened.
I will call around, okay?
See what I can find out.
(sighs)
The one thing
I know about your dad?
He didn't want you
to follow in
his footsteps.
Just wanted you to find
something worth doing.
The fact that you
were able to parlay
Marine medical training
into a job as an EMT?
(chuckles)
That would've made him so proud.
Look, will you just promise
you'll tell me
if there is something going on?
Absolutely.
(laughs softly)
All right, yeah.
Later, Mills.
Yeah, later.
CRANE:
Let's hope we find Mr. Williams
before the whispering wraith
catches scent
of his secrets.
(doorbell rings)
Is anyone home?
Mr. Williams?
It's Agent Mills
with the FBI.
I have some questions
regarding your association
with Paul Everett.
(indistinct whispering)
Mr. Williams?
ABBIE:
Is anyone home?
Mr. Williams?
Lieutenant?
We have company.
(indistinct whispering)
Cease!
No further.
Secrets.
Give us the names!
Secrets.
(indistinct whispering)
(Abbie grunts)
(tires screech)
The wraith's gone after
Williams.
Mm-hmm.
(Abbie groans)
Come on.
(indistinct whispering)
(Williams screaming)
WRAITH:
Secrets kill.
Neither one of the victims
had any priors.
There's no reason why Williams
should have bolted like he did.
I'm gonna head inside
and see what I can find.
I'll return to
the archives,
see if I can discern a way to
combat this whispering wraith.
(door opens, closes)
(floorboard creaks)
(clattering)
Easy, slick.
I'm a friendly.
Sorry.
I'm a little jumpy.
The guy who lives here
took off running
when he got a visit
from the FBI.
So I don't know what to expect.
But you have a theory.
I know that look--
you've caught a scent.
Maybe.
Don't know
where it leads.
Everett and Williams
knew each other.
Both worked at the comptroller's
office.
One had a heart attack,
the other drove into a tree.
Not exactly a pattern, I know.
Not yet, but there's
something else,
or you wouldn't be on it.
Look, what we had, you and I,
at the academy...
That was then.
I just don't want it
to be weird between us.
We work well together,
always have.
Even when our...
"dynamic" changed.
Points for the euphemism.
I haven't heard that one before.
We'll figure it out, Danny.
We always did.
Look, if you think there's
something to sniff out here,
go for it.
I trust your instincts.
Thank you.
Sir.
("Not Fade Away"
by Buddy Holly plays)
♪ Bah, bah, bah-bah ♪
♪ Bah, bah,
bah-bah ♪
♪ I'm-a gonna tell you
how it's gonna be ♪
♪ Bah, bah, bah-bah ♪
♪ You're gonna give
your love to me ♪
♪ Bah, bah, bah-bah ♪
♪ I want to love you
night and day... ♪
Hey, you got a problem?
No problems, man.
I just need you
to take a ride with me.
I'm sorry, what?
♪ Bah, bah, bah-bah ♪
♪ Bah, bah,
bah-bah ♪
♪ Bah, bah, bah-bah ♪
♪ Bah, bah,
bah-bah. ♪
Williams and Everett discovered
an embezzlement scheme
planned by the Westchester
County comptroller,
Arthur Weissman.
Now, he is out to siphon
county employees' pension plans
and steal millions.
And they sought to stop him,
to remove a blight
on their community,
just like the heroic spies who
sought to topple General Howe
as he bled dry
the city of New York.
And now the very same traitorous
wretch who silenced my fellows
seeks once again
to remove a secret
before it can be brought
to light.
Don't hold back.
The truth is,
the creature's shadows
brought forth a secret
of which I have not spoken
to another soul.
I was captured,
brought forth to General Howe.
He offered me
a full pardon
if I give him a list of names
of Washington's spies.
So I took
quill in hand...
and, uh...
You didn't do it.
No, I escaped, put
the whole thing behind me.
But the thought had
been there, the intention.
It was a moment of doubt
that has plagued me since.
But in the end
you did the right thing.
And what about you?
Did you feel... anything?
There are more urgent secrets
that we need to deal with.
A secretary named Susan James
helped Williams
and Everett
get the information
that they needed.
She helped them
build their case.
We need to help her do
the right thing.
Is it possible this crooked
politician conjured the wraith
to conceal his scheme?
Right now,
who did doesn't matter.
If the wraith is targeting
anyone who knows this secret,
she is next.
Next but not last.
You cracked the case,
Lieutenant.
And in doing so, you let us
in on their secret.
The whispering wraith may
threaten Susan James,
but now we know the secret.
It will most certainly
come for us.
I have a little shadow
That goes in and out with me
And what can be the use of him
is more than I can see.
(electrical buzzing)
SUSAN:
What is this place?
You said we were going
to a safe house.
I said I was gonna
take you somewhere safe.
Your coworkers died because of
the secret that you shared.
We're gonna make sure
that nothing happens to you.
Miss James, welcome.
My name is Ichabod Crane.
Please stay
within the light.
Danger may lurk in the shadows.
You know, whatever
it is you want, man,
she won't give
it to you.
You don't know Jenny Mills
like I know Jenny Mills.
JENNY:
Hey, Randall.
Sit tight, okay?
You know this creep?!
Me and Mills
go way back.
Don't we?
I heard you quit the
game and gone soft.
I didn't want
to believe it.
You were damn good.
Well, I heard they locked you up
and threw away the key.
RANDALL:
Down in Louisiana.
But some interested parties
pulled some strings,
parties interested
in what you've got--
the Shard of Anubis.
I've had it for years,
and no one gave a damn.
What's so important
about it?
You'd know
better than me.
August Corbin sent
you after it, right?
And this here is his son.
Isn't that a kicker?
I'll tell you what.
You hand over the shard,
you two can walk.
See, I can walk already.
You're the one with the limp.
(grunting)
Hey, hold it.
Did you mean what you said,
about the shard?
Sure I did, before you
kicked me in the leg.
Come on, man.
You insulted me.
You said I
went soft.
What do we got
without our reputation?
(chuckles)
(laughs)
Now, if this is a fake,
I'm gonna come back to visit.
(car door opens, closes)
(car engine starts)
You all right?
Yeah, I'm fine.
He said he knew my dad?
Yeah, they used to run
in the same circle.
What was that thing
you gave him?
It doesn't matter.
The hell it doesn't.
The guy just
kidnapped me for it.
It doesn't matter, Joe.
You could have
been killed.
Let me just get you out of here,
and we can go back to our lives.
Tell me you're close to finding
a way to stop this thing.
There are many methods cited
to dispelling shadow beings,
but unless you have
an arrow blessed
by one of the high
priests of Angkor...
Yeah, well,
not on short notice.
You certain that, as long
as these lights stay on,
he can't get in?
Theoretically, yes.
These lights should
keep him at bay.
The wraith draws power
from the shadows.
Without them, he should
be at a disadvantage.
Let's hope it
buys us enough time
to figure out how
to get rid of him permanently.
How long am I supposed
to stay here?
When can I give my statement?
Trust me
when I tell you
that this is all
for your safety.
I just want to be done
with it, all of it.
The weight of carrying
a secret like this,
it's debilitating.
Believe me, I know.
(electrical buzzing)
Whoa.
What was that?
Is that a short
in the line?
I shall go and see.
Be careful.
It wants us as much
as it wants her.
(electrical buzzing)
(electrical crackling)
(gasps)
Give us the names.
The names, Crane.
Damn you, foul creature.
My secrets are my own.
Go back.
Back to whatever shadow
you crawled from.
(grunting)
(gasping)
ABBIE:
Get off him!
(booming)
Crane.
Stay with me,
stay with me.
WRAITH (whispering):
Secrets kill.
(loud boom)
There's nowhere for us
to run, Lieutenant.
This creature will
surely find us.
We must find a way
to defeat it.
A weakness we can exploit
so we can escape unscathed.
That's it-- it
wants secrets.
Yours, mine, Betsy Ross'.
If Betsy knew the same secrets
as the spies that were killed,
why was she spared?
I did not see
the creature that day.
I had no idea
it was responsible.
Look away.
(loud boom)
The answer is in your
memory of that day.
Something Betsy did
got it off her scent
and can get it off of ours.
Right, uh...
Betsy was angry.
I-I heard her shout.
I'll have your head,
Marcus Collins!
Come out and face me!
CRANE:
Remembering it now,
the shadows retreated
when she said...
his name.
Of course.
Many demonic entities
share one weakness--
if you know
their true name,
their power
cannot harm you.
Crane?!
Come down.
Come on,
come out of the shadows,
Marcus Collins.
Oh.
I called your name.
Marcus Collins,
the traitorous wretch
who betrays his fellows.
Marcus Collins.
No longer can you skulk
in the shadows, Marcus Collins.
Come and face me!
Come on!
You willingly made
a pact with evil.
I had the same choice.
Give us the names!
I will never recant my decision
to be an American.
I will never, never
go back on my oath
to fight for freedom
against tyranny!
I was offered clemency
by the enemy,
but I did not accept it,
because I hold firm
and you do not!
(growls)
(Crane grunting)
(roaring)
Thank you, Lieutenant.
It appears the
threat has passed.
All that's left is to bring
one more secret into the light.
(door opens)
This whole Marcus Collins thing
is still bothering you?
Well...
Yes, I defied General Howe.
Yes,
I refused to bewray
my fellow spies.
But I did consider the option.
Now, what does
that say about me?
That you are
a human being,
like the rest of us.
And when the
chips came down,
you did the right thing.
Hmm.
To which we always strive.
Nevertheless,
the shame of that moment stuck
for centuries.
Hmm.
It's all the more reason
why settling in this time
is so important.
And of course,
having you by my side
is the greatest boon.
Mmm.
The weight of a secret lifted.
It's very freeing.
Okay.
This is something
I haven't been able
to talk about
with anyone.
In the months
that you were gone,
without anything
supernatural
crawling out
of the woodwork,
a lot of personal
stuff came up.
And after learning
everything about my mother,
I searched the FBI database...
and I found my father.
He's alive.
He lives up in Saratoga.
Now, you've not
seen him since...?
Not since I was six.
Oh.
So, it got
me wondering
what was his life like?
Why did he leave?
Why he never came back?
I've been watching him.
I take pictures.
I don't know why.
(laughs)
Uh...
Maybe it's control.
Maybe it's... to try to have
some kind of connection
from afar.
Every time I tell myself,
today I'm gonna
get out of the car,
I'm gonna walk over,
I'm gonna say something.
I haven't.
I don't know if I can.
And I haven't told Jenny,
because she'd want
to do something now.
(both chuckle)
But I'm not sure I'm ready yet.
You've made
the first step.
Just sharing with me.
No, Lieutenant,
take that victory.
It is hard won.
ABBIE:
Susan James' secret is out,
Weissman is behind bars,
and the pension plan is safe.
Talk about a solid first
couple of days on the new job.
You spun gold
out of straw on this one.
You gave me the room
to do what I do,
and I appreciate that.
I am a little surprised
you took this job
in the first place.
Regional chief at a small,
resident agency like this?
Build my résumé,
polish the skill set.
Then go large.
That's the Daniel Reynolds
I know.
Like you don't have
an exit strategy.
I remember a lot of "big fish
growing out of their pond"
talk back at the academy.
Or was that just something to
fill the pauses over breakfast?
I know what I said.
But...
I have responsibilities.
To who-- your sister?
Your roommate?
And-and-and what is it
about guys with accents?
Don't push it, Reynolds.
Hey, I know you don't
see yourself here forever.
And if we play
our cards right,
we can help each other
get what we both want.
You sure I
still want it?
After what you showed me today,
try and convince me otherwise.
Like you said,
solid first few
days on the job.
See where it takes us.
You know, I think
after being handcuffed
to a tree, I, uh,
I deserve some kind
of an explanation.
(quiet laugh)
Once you open the door, Joe,
this whole world
that Abbie and I are a part of,
you can't close it so easily.
You know,
whatever my father was after,
he wasn't afraid to find it.
It was his life's work, Jenny,
and he never got to finish it.
Never found
what he was looking for.
What kind of a son am I
if I don't at least try
to pick up where he left off?
So, if the shard
meant something to him,
it should mean something to us.
Wait, you want to go after it?
Like, together?
Damn straight.
I want you to show me
what that side of his life
was all about.
Like it or not,
it's the only legacy he left me.
It's just a part of my life
I've never shared
with anyone before.
I know.
I'm saying I think
it's time you did.
CRANE:
Ms. Corinth,
thank you once again
for your reconnoiter
of the property.
Your archive
is an amazing building,
totally deserving
of historic status.
There is only one
stumbling block.
You're
a British citizen.
Uh... I consider myself
an American.
Sure, but the State
won't release funds
unless you're
an American citizen
or have landed immigrant status.
You can try and take it up
with the permit office.
Mr. Crane?
Oh, uh, yes.
Thank you.
That's very generous of you.
You shall hear from me soon.
ABBIE:
The coffee shop.
I don't understand.
It's right there.
No longer.
And it apparently never was.
But I spoke to a
woman that day--
the coffee shop hostess.
This woman?
That is her.
There's Paul Everett.
She's talking to him.
Could she be connected
to the arrival
of the whispering wraith?
I met that woman.
At Mabie's last week.
She told me her name.
You from out of town?
Yes, I just arrived.
Pandora.
Pandora!
Pandor...
As in the mythical
woman with the box?
ABBIE:
This isn't a myth.
Whoever... whatever she is,
she's here now
in Sleepy Hollow
throwing monsters at us.
Pandora's box
was said to contain
all the evils in the world,
which begs
the question--
which one does she have
in store for us next?
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