♪ ♪
So many of you...
...trying to emerge.
Innocent souls...
call out to me.
Send me a gift
that will make them all see
what dwells in dark hearts...
...and faces concealed...
...make the fear
of the Witnesses
mine to reveal.
(low rumbling)
♪ ♪
CRANE:
The American dream
is dead!
What else are we to conclude
when the door to life, liberty
and the pursuit of happiness
is so cruelly slammed
in our faces?!
MAN:
Yeah!
CRANE:
This nation was forged
so that anyone who
came to her shores
may have the
opportunity to place
yet another brick
on her imperfect masonry.
(quietly):
And here comes the Jefferson.
Quoth Jefferson: "We have
more machinery of government
than is necessary."
(cheering)
I ask you...
that you look inside your heart
and do what is right.
A six-month extension
on your application
for heritage protection
for the archives building...
But once an armory
where Washington himself
dined with
General Donatein de Vimeur.
...can only be signed for
by a U.S. citizen. Next.
This is far from over.
No, no, no.
Thank you. It's over.
You gave it a try.
Just let me put my name
on the application.
Lieutenant, I appreciate
your generosity,
but I drew the
battle lines here.
Mm-hmm.
I must achieve
victory or defeat
on my own terms.
I'm late for work.
We're in this together.
Remember.
Thank you.
See you at home.
Sorry.
Oh, um...
Oh, yeah. That's him.
Good ol' Dad.
And the answer is no,
I haven't told Jenny yet.
Do you think there could be,
as they say, an upside to this?
You know,
healing of old wounds,
the forging of a new path.
Maybe.
But it feels like
too much time has passed,
and what I need to do
is let go, move on.
That's what he did.
Lieutenant?
I'm going to do it.
Do what?
Become a full citizen
of this country.
Yes, I have
rejected my fealty to England...
but I am here to consummate
my allegiance to this nation.
Ichabod Crane, American.
I like the sound of that.
WOMAN:
Nice speech.
Obliged. Oh.
Ms. Corinth, forgive me. I...
What brings you to this...
abyss of red tape and apathy?
Same as you.
Trying to get
a stay of execution
for a church in Dobbs Ferry.
The Historical Society
never rests.
Unlike this
lethargic institution.
Thomas Jefferson
would have railed
against the coffee break
to his dying breath.
(chuckles)
Look, I'm sorry,
I couldn't help overhearing
your conversation.
I think it's wonderful you're
going to apply to be a citizen.
Talk about red tape.
You're a brave man.
Well... yes.
Still, no gold is worth much
if it comes without a struggle.
John Adams?
Actually... Ichabod Crane.
Even better.
♪ ♪
(elevator bell dings)
(sighs)
Hey, Emily. Matt.
Hey there.
Uh, was thinking about going
to the new food truck today.
I hear the Korean barbecue tacos
are off the chain.
A bunch of us
are headed over to Gardot's
for lunch--
it's Rachel's birthday.
Rachel. From H.R.
Well, that sounds like
a way more fun time. (chuckles)
Well, great. See you there.
(phone beeps)
♪ Hey, Missy ♪
♪ Missy, Missy, Missy ♪
♪ So happy ♪
♪ Happy, happy, happy ♪
♪ Won't you let us
get in your way ♪
♪ Let us crawl inside ♪
♪ Your happy life ♪
♪ Hey ♪
♪ Pretty Baby plays
the center part ♪
♪ In our gullible minds ♪
♪ Hey, Missy ♪
♪ Missy, Missy, Missy ♪
♪ So happy... ♪
You're not gonna let that guy
get in the way, are you?
She's already with him.
I'm gonna close out.
(clears throat)
Just gonna run away?
Hey.
I have a better idea.
♪ She's a loaded gun... ♪
Let's show everybody
the real you.
Okay?
♪ What's your name? ♪
♪ So I'll tell you my name ♪
♪ When I'm on your skin ♪
♪ You can be the queen ♪
♪ And I'll be the king ♪
♪ I was born to echo,
but I'll never repeat ♪
♪ Not for anyone, anyone ♪
♪ Show me yours ♪
♪ I'll show you
what I got, yeah ♪
♪ I'll show you mine ♪
♪ When you tell me
what you need ♪
♪ Show me yours ♪
♪ So put your money
where your mouth is ♪
♪ I'll show you mine... ♪
(groans softly)
(sighs)
MATT:
So, dude, last night,
that blonde
from Claims, Emily?
Yeah.
Put a few drinks in her,
boom, got her number.
Which means you know
I'm hitting that tonight.
All night.
Yeah, you are.
All right, man,
see you later.
Later, bro.
PANDORA: Let's show everybody
the real you.
ABBIE:
The Shard of Anubis?
That's a pretty fancy name.
You never suspected
it had any value?
Honestly, I had no idea anyone
cared about the damn thing.
Until you had to trade it
for Joe Corbin's life.
He overheard things about me,
about his dad.
He's not about
to let that go.
Well, can you blame him?
All of a sudden, he finds out
he really didn't know half
of what the man was up to.
But you did.
He deserves to know the truth.
I mean,
I would want the same,
wouldn't you?
Okay, so...
this, uh, Randall Martin guy,
he must have wanted
the Shard pretty bad.
You say he's a low-level player?
Simply a fixer for hire.
Look, I just need a trace
on his car.
Mm-hmm. You sure
that's all?
I can handle the rest.
What about Joe?
He's family, Abbie.
If he wants to follow
in his father's footsteps,
I don't have the right
to deny him that.
Fine.
But just, you know...
take it slow
when you show him the ropes.
With little Joey Corbin?
Mm-hmm.
Trust me, baby steps.
Don't mean to interrupt.
Not at all.
Special Agent Reynolds,
this is my sister Jenny.
Danny.
Nice to finally meet
the legend in person.
Let's not get
carried away.
You got a moment for me?
Mm-hmm.
Yeah, I got to...
dash anyway.
You two have
a great day agenting.
Welcome to Sleep Hollow.
Just got a call--
local PD's office
needs assistance in a homicide.
Must be some homicide.
A stabbing downtown.
Apparently, not a drop of blood.
I told them I'd put
my best eyes on it.
Check in with me later.
You got it.
Found him exactly
like this.
Our guys haven't
touched anything.
Would you mind
getting your people back,
giving us some space?
You got it.
Multiple lacerations.
And based
on the number and depth,
significant overkill,
maybe even rage.
(grunting)
Bertie.
Crane?
Deep wounds.
Bold.
No fear of being caught.
Exsanguination.
You recognize
this M.O.?
I do.
From long ago.
So, some monster
the Brits used
against the Patriots?
No.
Lieutenant,
we are dealing
with a terror from my childhood.
My very first
encounter with pure evil.
(thunder cracks)
Who are you talking about?
He has gone by many names
over the centuries.
You might know him...
as Jack the Ripper.
How could Jack the Ripper
have been around
when you were a kid?
It was almost 100 years
before the Whitechapel murders.
Spring, 1763,
to be exact.
During my sixth form
at Eton College.
And the innocence
of my youth...
came to a very sudden end.
(thunder rumbling)
The Ripper
struck again!
Come on, Ichabod,
shake a leg!
Don't! You'll not wish
to remember him this way.
Ichabod!
CRANE:
Bertie was my closest friend.
Had been
since our very first term.
We were to spend
that summer together
at his family estate
in Berkshire.
My last memory of him is finding
his butchered remains.
Meet us on the commons
in 15 minutes.
We're going after
whoever did this.
Stephens?
What is all this?
Why are my things packed?
I'm to take you back to London,
Master Ichabod.
No, you can't.
I need to join the others,
help them find...
It is not safe for you here.
My boy, try
to understand.
Your first duty
is to ensure
the continuation
of your family name.
Your semester at Eton is over.
MAN (in distance):
Ichabod!
CRANE: I would return to Eton
following autumn
once the dust had settled.
For the rest of my time there,
fear was my constant companion.
'Cause the Ripper
was never caught.
It could have been anyone
among you.
Oh, we trusted no one.
Not our schoolmasters,
not even each other.
I became
obsessed with solving
the Ripper killings.
It was not until
this past year...
when I learned of
the infamous event
in Whitechapel,
London, 1888...
that a far larger
pattern took shape.
ABBIE:
Similar killings
have taken place,
on and off, for over 900 years,
dating back as far as
William the Conqueror
in 1066.
They're all the same killer.
A powerful, supernatural being,
spreading death and
fear in its wake.
Summoned by Pandora.
This is no coincidence,
Lieutenant.
The killing was an exact match
to what I saw as a boy.
If it's her, that means
that not only
does she know who you are,
but somehow has access
to your earliest memories.
How reassuring.
Biggest clue that we have
is how that body
was exsanguinated.
Something...
almost drained the victim
of nearly half his blood.
Yet we are left with very little
in the way of hard evidence.
In 18th century England, maybe,
but today,
with the latest and greatest
in FBI technology,
we can start by identifying
the murder weapon.
Car is cold.
I think Randall's been
posted up here a while.
Good. Means he might
still have the Shard.
Whoa! Stop!
Please don't shoot.
Where is Randall?
He's getting ice.
Look, whatever
problem you have with this guy,
just leave me out of it.
I'm just hitching
a ride out of town!
Picked the wrong guy
to party with, honey.
Damn! Damn, damn, damn!
(tires screeching)
(grunts)
Randall, please tell me this is
one of your sick perversions,
and you did not lose
the Shard to that amateur!
You got played, too, Mills.
I mean, I understand
him, but you?
You sure you're related
to August Corbin?
Hey, you know, I'm not the one
handcuffed to a shower railing.
Try my 300 mil lens.
It's hollow.
Damn it, Randall!
Did you at least
stop creeping on her
long enough to get a name?
Yeah. But I'm guessing
a fake one
like I gave to her.
(scoffs)
Hey!
Don't leave me here, man!
Come on!
Whole lost soul,
hitchhiker thing.
RANDALL:
Hey! Come on!
Straight out of
your dad's playbook.
Wait. Sorry, what are
you talking about?
How's that girl
connected to my dad?
I don't know yet,
but if she wants to play...
(crying softly)
ABBIE:
We need to find commonality
and I.D. this guy before
he strikes again.
Using the specs
from the victim's wounds
and the angles of attack,
forensics was able to
reconstruct the murder weapon.
It's not exactly
a straight razor.
It's somehow familiar.
First Crusades.
That is a Byzantine parang,
or long-bladed dagger.
Here.
Forged by
ironsmiths for
Iftikhar al-Dawla, governor
of Jerusalem, in 958 A.D.
That is a whole lot of knife,
even for Sleepy Hollow.
Legend says that those
who wield the dagger
"shall shed all virtue
and be wholly overcome
"with an unquenchable
bloodlust."
"Wholly overcome."
The knife.
It turns people
into Rippers.
We're not searching
for a monster.
We're searching for a weapon.
(sighs)
So beautiful.
You.
Please.
Just leave me alone.
I know you don't
mean that.
Now that you've had
a taste...
of that thing
buried deep inside you.
(grunting)
You feel it?
No.
I don't want it anymore.
(grunts)
Stop it.
Wh-What's happening to me?
Just one more little step.
(gasping)
(groaning)
(screaming)
There you are.
I'm just coming
to see you with your update.
Based on what
I'm sensing so far,
we're dealing
with a ritualistic killing.
The UnSub is targeting
specific victims.
I'm still working out
the pattern.
I would like to stay on it
for now, but that is your call.
Stay on it. Run
it through ViCAP.
Just download me
on it later.
Say over dinner?
Dinner?
You know, the meal
at the end of the day.
Okay.
No big deal. I just
think it'd be a good idea
if we clear the air
about a few things.
Tonight?
Tonight works.
Good. Then carry
on, Agent Mills.
Agent Reynolds.
That one.
That.
That one.
(gasps):
Oh.
Mr. Crane.
Miss Corinth.
(laughs)
Uh, this is a surprise.
What brings you to...?
Oh, no. Don't tell me.
The city has rejected
my application again.
This will not stand.
Oh. No, no, it's
not about that.
It's what you
said afterwards.
How everyone should have a
chance to build a life here.
I wanted to tell you...
it really spoke to me.
It took my dad
more than a decade
and his entire savings
to become a citizen.
When he finally took
the oath of citizenship,
it was one of the proudest
moments in his life.
It is an oath
I intend to take very soon.
Look, I'm not a lawyer,
but if you'll let me,
I'd like to help you
become an American.
Ms. Corinth,
that is most kind of you,
but I could not possibly
impose on your generosity.
My brother-in-law is a member
of the Senate subcommittee
on immigration.
I would be honored to accept
your assistance.
(chuckles)
I'll call you?
I look forward to it.
Oh, please.
As if Adams would have
done any different.
PANDORA:
This was not a random choice.
The knife senses
only the deepest pain,
seeks it out and channels it
like a forge,
out of which you emerge reborn,
as you were meant to be.
Oh, the moment I saw
your wounded
and fragile heart,
I knew that you could become
what everyone fears.
The unseen
rising up amongst us.
Slowly destroying the illusion
of sanctuary from darkness.
And now that
you've tasted it--
that intoxicating feeling--
you can join an ancient
and grand history.
(thunder cracks)
You can stand by my side
and be revered by all,
but only if you abandon
all hesitation,
mercy and doubt.
The two Witnesses
will seek to stop you.
Bury your new power
deep into their hearts
and bring me back what I desire:
a destiny that
favors the strong
and destroys the weak.
You're certain this Nelson
Meyers is the man we seek?
Profile points to a white
male, mid-20s, loner type.
Someone who had access
to the building
that the victim was killed in;
and Nelson's the only one
who didn't show up
for work today.
How does turning this man
into a murderer
further Pandora's agenda?
Everything she's
thrown at us has
some kind of
personal connection.
She knows our past,
our secrets.
There's definitely a pattern;
just haven't figured it out yet.
Is it too much to ask that
the second tribulation
be easier than the first?
Nelson?
I would tell you
to drop your weapon, but I see
that's not really an option.
CRANE:
My God.
Like it?
That blade is
manipulating you, Mr. Meyers.
Anything you may have done
under its influence
can end here.
Let us help you.
Help me?
(laughs)
Go back to the guy
I was before--
invisible?
A joke?
Nelson, you need to calm down.
This is your last chance.
I don't want to hurt you.
But I want to hurt you.
Damn.
Oh, damn.
(laughs)
♪ Early every morning... ♪
Thanks, Sammy.
JENNY: Should've tried
the Reuben instead.
It's the best in the state.
I have always
loved this place.
It's quiet,
out of the way.
From those tables over there,
you can see anyone coming
a long way off.
Which is why you never
sit at the counter.
Mm.
Keep your hands
where I can see them.
This is just
a conversation.
I already sold the Shard.
This Shard?
Hidden compartment
in your car battery.
Where have I seen
that trick before?
Oh, right.
August Corbin taught it to me.
Never heard of him.
You're new to this; I get that.
Want to make a name
for yourself fast.
So you stole the Shard
from Randall.
The real question is:
who were you
going to sell it to?
You know,
the way I played
you and your boy
at that motel,
looks to me
like you've been out of the game
a little too long.
You really don't want to know
who I work for.
Or why that thing
is so important.
So just hand it over
to me now, hmm?
(chuckles softly)
How'd you get into this, huh?
Did you run away from home?
Do some time in juvie?
(chuckles)
There are a hundred
other ways to make a buck.
This life sure as hell
isn't easy.
Maybe that's
what I like about it.
Tell your employer
the Shard is mine.
A man I consider to be a father
left it in my protection,
and if you come after it again,
things will get ugly.
I guess we'll see
how that plays out.
I guess we will.
Whilst your Federal
Bureau is well-equipped
to aid us in
tracking Mr. Meyers,
once captured, we have no idea
how to undo the effects
of that blade.
Yeah.
I had the same thought,
so I went back to this.
The timeline for the Ripper
killings throughout history.
Pattern is the same: the knife
finds its way into the hands
of some innocent person,
it messes with their mind,
turns them into
a brutal killer.
Happens on and off
for over 900 years.
How does the "off" part happen?
The killings simply end.
But in each case,
the killer is never caught.
Something stops them.
Have you access
to parish records
in England in
the mid-1700s?
Specifically
Eton and Berkshire.
ABBIE: BMD index--
birth, marriages, death--
1750 onwards.
Here. 1763.
Five murders documented
over six fortnights.
Including Bertram Willoughby,
age 14.
Your friend.
No evidence of the killer
was ever found,
and the last murder
was June of that year.
The last murder.
Not the last death.
Look. Burial records show that
29 souls were lost
in that spring and summer.
All taken by...
Yellow fever.
All of them students
at Eton College.
CRANE:
I was not summoned home
because of
the Ripper killings.
It was to protect me
from infection.
You had no idea
about the outbreak?
No, none of us did.
The Crown likely hid
the truth to avoid panic.
My father must have
learned of it
by his connections
in parliament
and sent Stephens
to retrieve me.
It all tracks.
The end of every
killing spree coincides
with an outbreak of disease.
Yellow fever,
cholera, malaria,
Spanish flu.
Exsanguinated bodies.
(thunder crashes)
The knife gains power
by draining the blood
of its victims.
And when it drains someone
with a disease...
Its food source is tarnished.
It cannot survive.
We need blood.
(knocking on glass)
Agent Mills.
You need to see this.
It's forensics
on Nelson Meyers' computer.
I managed to access
the encrypted files
on his hard drive.
ABBIE:
I recognize her
from the personnel files.
Emily Kates. She worked
on the same floor as Meyers.
Obviously the object
of his twisted affection.
ABBIE:
And his next victim.
We need to move.
(siren chirps)
Ms. Kates, we need you
to come with us.
Message from Detective Chandler.
As requested, Miss Kates
is safely under his protection.
Good.
Text him back, ask him
if there's any sign of trouble.
We need to know
where Nelson is.
We start by eliminating
the places he isn't.
Sending.
As we have a limited supply
of tainted blood,
I have but two chances
to stop the Ripper.
Assuming I have time to reload.
I thought you were supposed
to be hot stuff with a musket.
I was always a little better
with a flintlock pistol
than a Brown Bess.
But I promise you...
I shall not miss.
It would seem you and I have
even more in common, Lieutenant.
We both witnessed evil
at a young age.
Even as a boy,
I was destined
to cross paths
with dark forces...
(thunder crashing)
...and to lose those
for whom I most care.
I will avenge every life
that blade has taken.
Anything from Rudi?
No.
Call him.
(speed-dial keys beeping)
RUDI: Hi, you've reached
Detective Rudi Chandler
of the Sleepy Hollow
Police Department.
Something's wrong.
Please leave a message.
Hold on.
Rudi?
Oh...
There's no sign of Emily.
Or Mr. Meyers.
(beeping)
Well, we need to seal up
this place
before he gets too far.
Two more kills.
The knife has fed again.
He'll be more powerful
than before.
(Emily screams)
Get the rifle.
Nelson?
(Emily screams)
Don't make this worse!
(Emily cries out)
NELSON:
You're interrupting us.
Release her!
Nelson, please...
Shut up!
How will harming her make
you any less of an outcast?
Huh?
You need to back off.
Fight what
that weapon
is doing to your mind.
Before it completely
consumes you.
(grunting)
Nelson,
we know you felt ignored.
But you need to know
that we can save you.
I am saved.
(grunts)
They used to laugh at me.
Think they'll
laugh at me now?
How cool is that?
Go. Lieutenant,
protect Miss Emily.
Go! Go!
(grunts)
(low snarl)
(bullets ricochet)
(grunting)
(groans)
(grunting)
(grunts)
(grunting)
♪ ♪
(coughs)
(pants)
What did you do?
(Nelson screams)
Ended this.
(coughs)
Oh, no.
Crane.
(panting)
Oh, my God.
All right. An ambulance
is on the way.
Hey. Hey, hey,
hey, hey.
Stay with me.
Stay with me, okay?
Crane. Crane.
PANDORA:
Tell me.
How does that feel?
(shuddering
breaths)
To know that his life is
slipping through your fingers.
(moaning)
To know that
you're alone now,
alone in this
fight of yours,
alone in
this world.
Stay with me, okay?
Pictures.
Mementos from the war.
(sighs)
Everything else,
he already gave to you and Abbie
or it got tossed.
No, there's nothing in here
that might explain
why the Shard's so important
or who else
might be involved.
I was the one your dad trusted
with everything.
At least, I thought so.
For all you know, she was just
another hired gun, like Randall.
With my moves?
Trading in the same circles
I used to?
Hey, we got the Shard back.
A win's a win, right?
Look, the girl had some game,
but that doesn't mean that
she worked for my dad
or even knew the man.
Your dad's life was a maze
of secrets.
I feel like we just stumbled
on a big one.
Yeah, well,
I'm getting pretty used to that.
(chuckles)
Look...
...I asked you to show
me this world, so...
wherever that leads
and whatever we learn,
I'm with you.
You think I'm gonna quit now,
when it's just getting
interesting?
More people are gonna come
after this thing, Joe.
We got to get ahead of that
by figuring out who they are.
Starting with her.
(knocking)
I need a rain check on dinner.
After the day you had,
I don't doubt it.
Congrats on helping
the local PD
get their man.
Sounds like he was
a Grade A lunatic.
He'll be in Tarrytown Psych
for a long time.
(mouths):
One.
Here's the thing:
at the academy,
we helped push each other,
made each other better.
I'd like to try to find a way to
keep that working for the both
of us.
Now, that worked then
because we were equals.
Now...
you're the boss.
You're on a different track
than I am, Danny.
Just a few years ahead of you,
that's all.
We both know
you're just
as good an agent as I am.
I guess what I'm trying
to say is,
we keep working off each other,
have each other's backs,
we can do a lot of damage.
What happened between us
doesn't have to get in the way.
Glad you said something
'cause it was on my mind, too.
Thanks for the drink.
Anytime.
(door opens)
(moans softly)
(panting softly)
(weakly):
Lieutenant?
They got you on some powerful
stuff, so take it easy.
(moans softly)
Of all the damn stunts,
injecting yourself with malaria?
(chuckles softly)
For your information,
malaria was
the Patriots' greatest ally
during the Siege
of Charleston.
We had grown
resistance to the disease,
whilst the British recruits
fell ill by the hundreds.
(chuckles)
After you passed out,
she showed up.
Pandora?
(grunts)
Did she harm you?
Mm-mm. No.
More like tried to scare me.
Apparently I made her list
of people to mess with, too.
And I still don't have a
clue why she did all this.
To the Greeks,
Pandora was...
"she who sends up gifts
from beneath the Earth,
that mortals may learn
to fear their gods."
Is it not possible
that these gifts are designed
not just to bring chaos
to Sleepy Hollow...
But to raise fear.
For what reason?
And how does she gain from that?
I have no idea.
But I am certain
we shall uncover her plot
and we shall
foil it.
We are, after all,
the Witnesses.
(mimics explosion sound quietly)
I am most grateful, Lieutenant,
that you and I have found
one another...
...once again.
(chuckles)
Perfect.
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