(girls giggling)
Are you using the purple?
Here.
Thank you.
(giggling)
Got ya! Come on. Lights out
means lights out, okay?
Off you go.
Hey.
And... teeth brushed?
Now go to bed, okay?
(crickets chirping)
(creaking in hallway)
(growling)
(screaming)
(rapid gunfire on TV)
ABBIE:
Nice coaster.
Have you thought
about opening it?
Your citizenship test is
at the end of the month.
Lieutenant,
if I have not yet
belabored the point,
allow me to endeavor.
I do not need
to study history.
I lived it.
You know they're gonna test you
on events
that happened after 1781.
They offer you four options
for every query.
Multiple choice.
It's practically
a parlor game.
Hmm.
Okay. Pop quiz.
"On what date was
the Declaration
of Independence ratified?"
July the second, 1776.
(imitates horn blowing)
July Fourth.
You know, Independence Day.
Picnics, hot dogs, fireworks.
Land of the drunk and free.
Yes, I'm perfectly
aware of the holiday.
'Tis a symbolic
representation.
It need not be precise.
No, the historically accurate
date is July the second.
I should know. I attended the
second Continental Congress.
I don't doubt it, Crane.
But you're not being tested
on what happened.
You are being tested on what
is in Civics Today.
Oh. So 'tis not disgraceful
enough that I must implore
to become a citizen of the
country I, in part, founded.
I must also learn by rote
a compendium of solecisms
masquerading as
our nation's history?
Welcome to America.
Also, you got a text from Zoe.
Oh.
Ah, Miss Corinth
has proofread
my N400 form and says,
'tis good to go.
I must say, she
has made navigating
the choppy briny of citizenship
a far more bearable undertaking.
At a rate of 20 texts a hour,
I should hope
that she's steering you
in the right direction.
How do you know...?
We share a roof, Crane.
I know a lot of things
I cannot unknow.
Oh, on the subject of
invaluable communication,
when, pray tell,
did you intend to inform
Miss Jenny that you
located your father?
Hey.
Things I cannot unknow.
Well, it's complicated, Crane.
My dad has a whole
other life now, a new family.
Jenny took it really hard
when he left.
And she's in a good place now.
And I don't want
to throw a wrench in that.
You will make the right decision
at the right time, Lieutenant.
(phone ringing)
Hey, Joe. You find
a name for the mystery girl
who's trying to steal our shard?
Uh, well, your sister's
asking around,
but so far, no hits.
Actually, I'm, uh... I'm calling
about something else.
Look, I was just first responder
on a code three.
A little girl fell into a coma.
No one knows why, but...
her sister claims that she saw
a monster attack her.
What kind of monster?
Hi, sweetie.
It's a pretty doll.
It's my sister's.
Yeah.
It's awful what happened to her.
But you don't worry,
sweetheart.
Your sister is going
to be just fine.
Hi, Saffron.
I'm Abbie.
This is my sister,
Jenny.
We wanted to talk
to you about what
you saw in your bedroom,
if that's all right.
And we wanted to tell you
that we think you're very brave
for telling everyone
what you saw.
I know how hard it is
to open up about something
when no one believes you.
Especially something
scary like this.
And if you do want to talk
about the monster you saw,
we're here to listen.
JENNY:
Well, she's still
pretty traumatized, so
there's not much to go on,
but my gut tells me
that she saw something.
Mine, too. But we need
more information.
We must keep this
incident contained.
If Pandora's behind
it, as I fear,
widespread panic
is her desire.
(phone ringing)
Reynolds.
It's Abbie.
I got a weird call last night
involving a peeping Tom
and some kids.
Probably nothing, but I said
I'd check it out.
If you're looking
for more work, Abbs,
I've inherited quite a backlog.
Couple of hours, I promise.
Just check in with me later.
You got it, Danny. Thank you.
You two start in
the girls' bedroom.
I shall try my luck with
the young Miss Saffron.
(birds singing)
This reminds me of our room
when we lived on Lindbrook.
But without the boat window.
Boat window?
Come on, you remember.
The boat window.
I guess I was too young.
The circular window
above my bed?
We used to pretend
it was a porthole.
(laughs)
Imagine
we were on a boat
going somewhere else.
Somewhere far away I bet.
It was actually
Dad's idea.
We used to pretend like we were
going on an adventure together.
I think
that he wanted us to know
that there was a big world
outside of Sleepy Hollow for us
to explore and that
we could leave if we wanted.
Well, he certainly took
his own advice.
You ever think of Dad?
Pretty much never...
which I'm confident is mutual.
People change.
Not people like that.
They just get better
at hiding it.
Or they drink themselves
to death.
(birds singing)
(knocking)
Have you seen
my quarter?
I could have sworn
I had a quarter.
(loudly):
You appear to be a
little hard of hearing.
Oh.
Oh!
Little wonder.
You had a silver specie
nestled in your ear!
It was your hand
the whole time.
Right.
There once was
a lady from Cork
whose pa made a
fortune in pork.
He bought for his daughter
a tutor who taught her
to balance green
peas on her... Ouch!
Oh.
(laughing)
You have rather a sadistic
sense of humor, don't you?
My dad thinks I'm
making the monster up.
He's my dad.
He's supposed to believe me.
Perhaps if you drew
for him what you saw,
you might help him believe
what he cannot see.
This is what she saw.
Saffron, who is
this a drawing of?
The Tooth Fairy.
ABBIE:
Tooth Fairy.
Isn't she supposed
to be some kind,
sweet woman with a magic wand?
Many fairy tales are derived
from darker origins.
Subsequently lost
in translation.
I do not recall
Disney's Cinderella
featuring the wicked sisters
cutting off their own feet.
So we know the PG version
of the Tooth Fairy.
Now we got to figure
out the real one.
I may have some insight
on that matter.
The loss of a child's tooth.
I've seen it be harbinger
to an identical tragedy.
One that nearly destroyed
Betsy Ross.
Betsy's niece had succumbed
to an unconscious state that
no physician could diagnose.
A mysterious illness,
affecting only the children
of our township,
from which no child was safe
and for which
there was no cure.
♪ ♪
Betsy was trying to stay strong
for her nephew,
her family, but she was
absolutely distraught.
Briefly, I thought
I might be the one
to help her
through this harrowing time,
until I realized
she called upon someone else.
Ichabod.
Mr. Revere.
Paul Revere.
Revere, a dentist
as well as a silversmith,
was making a house visit
to Betsy's niece.
16 children in the area had
died following the same coma.
All, like Betsy's niece...
Trade you.
...right after the loss
of a deciduous tooth.
Betsy?
You shouldn't be here.
(brief crackle)
I didn't know then that Revere
was a soldier in the
supernatural war against evil.
Shortly after his visit,
Betsy's niece made
a full recovery.
So Revere had a cure, or he
might've killed the thing.
Precisely.
Whichever the solution,
it lay hidden
in his dentistry bag.
It appears as though Revere
used his orthodontics
as a cover for his
supernatural activities.
Mind you, having experienced
his dental work firsthand,
it makes infinitely more sense.
Crane hasn't been to a dentist
since he's been here.
And that is no oversight.
My jaw aches
just thinking
of how Revere manhandled me.
You know, there have been
a lot of improvements
in the dental industry
since the 18th century.
And I have no interest
in any of them.
Okay, then I'm gonna try
and find Paul Revere's
not-dentist bag.
Ah. Here.
"The Tooth Fairy Legend
"and Origin of the Abyzou,
an Assyrian demon
that eats children's souls."
ABBIE:
"A child's open wound serves
as a beacon for the Abyzou,
allowing them to harvest
the child's life force."
"A process which takes
48 hours to complete."
So Tessa has 36 hours left.
"The Abyzou were
nocturnal, territorial
"predators that often steal
their victim's teeth
as trophies."
"While Abyzou are
"nearly impossible to defeat,
their one weakness...
is silver."
Of course.
Revere gave Betsy's nephew
a silver dollar.
(snaps fingers)
In fact, it soon
became commonplace
for parents to give
their children dimes,
silver dollars,
reals when they lost a tooth,
in lieu
of the standard copper penny.
So Revere started using
the silver coins
to ward off the Abyzou.
And why is there
no picture?
It says here the
Abyzou was invisible.
Well, what about
Saffron's drawing?
She saw a monster.
CRANE:
It could be both--
if the creature
is visible...
but only to children.
Open up.
Let's see how we're doing.
(soft gasp)
Pretty close.
Want me to pull it out?
Mm-mm.
(laughs softly)
Okay. Good night, pumpkin.
(low growling)
Mom! Mom!
What? What is it?
There's a monster
in there!
I saw!
Honey, what are
you talking about?
There's no such thing
as monsters.
Here, I'll show you.
No! Don't!
No more scary movies, okay?
♪ ♪
(floor creaks quietly)
(growls)
(screaming)
(snarls)
(low growling)
What if we said
it was an epidemic?
They could quarantine
the kids.
An ordeal of that measure
would involve
incredible local,
if not national, attention.
The exact kind of panic
Pandora wishes to provoke.
Yeah, you're right.
Okay, let's think. What
do we know about the Abyzou?
It is invisible
to adults.
It preys on children
who just lost a tooth.
It's territorial.
All the victims in the past
lived within a small community,
within a five-mile radius.
Okay. It looks
like there's only one
elementary school within
ten miles of the Paynters.
We should go down there,
suss out what children
are close to
losing a tooth.
How do we do that
without raising suspicion?
I have an idea.
Students.
We have a very special
surprise guest speaker today.
Please give a very warm
welcome to Ichabod Crane,
curator of the new Hudson
Valley Historical Society.
CHILDREN:
Hello, Ichabod Crane.
Thank you... for that...
warm welcome.
It is most heartening to see
how the educational system
has evolved over the years,
and all without the threat
of the rod.
(chuckles):
This is too good.
Now, if you'll allow me
to start today by setting
a few historical inaccuracies
right about our first president,
George Washington,
a great man.
But who is not, in fact,
the wealthiest man in America.
He did not farm his own hemp.
Although he did partake
in laudanum tincture
from time to time--
but who didn't?
(teacher
clears throat)
And he did not have
wooden teeth.
Now...
who can tell me who
George Washington's dentist was?
Anyone.
No?
Has anyone heard of Paul Revere?
You.
Isn't that the guy
who did the Midnight Ride?
Yes! The very same.
Well done.
Now, an important question.
Which of you
has ever lost a tooth?
Ah...
And which of you
has a loose tooth right now?
(bell rings)
TEACHER:
Okay, kids,
that's it for today.
How about a nice round
of applause for
Mr. Ichabod Crane.
Is everything okay
with that boy?
Gregory?
Oh, he's just a little woozy.
Actually, he's very close
to losing a tooth.
Maybe the assembly was
a little much for him.
Oh.
(quietly):
Thank you.
JENNY:
Gregory.
Hey.
I want you to take this.
It'll protect you against the
things that only you can see.
You understand?
(softly):
Good.
That's who we need
to watch tonight.
And Sarah Fogel.
Do we have the location
of Revere's bag?
Yes.
It's at the Colonial
Raleigh Museum.
Abbie's throwing her
FBI weight around
trying to get it shipped
to us overnight.
The silver coins are
a good repellent,
but we have to find a way
to kill this thing.
If silver is
the Abyzou's foible,
perhaps a weapon of that nature
can deal a fatal blow.
No, sir, I am actually
acutely aware of the fact
that this is a delicate
and valuable relic.
I have a feeling
the Colonial Raleigh Museum
is not impressed
with Abbie's FBI status.
ABBIE: I happen to have
greater reverence
for historical artifacts
than you could ever imagine.
How now, my name
is Ichabod Crane,
curator of the soon to be
Hudson Valley
Historical Society and Armory.
How do you fare?
Superlative.
You see,
the reason
for this summon in sooth
is that this weekend
is our grand opening,
and we were so hoping,
perhaps a little beetle-headely,
that Paul Revere's
dentistry bag could be
the featured article
in our premiere exhibition--
Forging the Forefathers:
The Men Behind the Masters.
Blessed be your heart.
Yes, first thing on the morrow
would be divine.
I can give you the address,
if you have a quill.
CRANE (over walkie-talkie):
Lieutenant,
any activity
outside young Gregory's home?
Nope. All quiet
on the Abyzou front. You?
Much the same.
(slurping loudly)
(slurping)
You know,
you mainline
a lot of sugar
for a guy
who won't get his teeth cleaned.
(phone chimes)
JOE:
You're back in the saddle, huh?
Jenny finally set you up?
Beg your pardon?
Don't worry,
I've been through it, too.
The Mills sisters are great
at killing monsters,
but their true passion
lies in matchmaking.
Word to the wise-- if they try
to hook you up with Diane...
run.
If you are referring
to Miss Corinth,
she is guiding me
through the procurement
of my citizenship.
She is a dragoman,
an advisor, a-a tutor.
Nothing more.
Yes, I had a math tutor
in high school-- Fred.
We didn't text
every two minutes.
And if we did, we wouldn't have
used that little monkey emoji
where he covers his eyes.
Mr. Corbin...
in my experience, obfuscating
a working relationship
by indulging
in auxiliary feelings
can become rather...
complicated.
I don't know.
Sounds like you're
overthinking it.
As is my way.
I know, baby.
I miss you, too.
Here.
Yep. Yeah.
Lisa...
Oh, it's just not that easy.
Please?
What? Hold on.
What is with you tonight?
I just want you
to watch with me.
(sighs)
All right,
I'll make you a deal.
You give me ten minutes
to finish up
my phone call,
I will take you out
for ice cream.
Does that sound fun?
Ten minutes, okay?
BABYSITTER:
Yeah.
No. He's ridiculous.
(insects chittering)
Jen?
I have something
I want to tell you,
and I don't think
you're gonna like it.
I found Dad.
(exhales, laughs)
Yeah, I knew something was up.
I found him five years ago.
He moved around a lot
before he remarried.
Pamela. Stepson Walter.
Really sold them
a bill of goods.
Five years?
I've been feeling guilty
for not telling you
for two months, and you've known
for five years?
Oh, come on,
what was I
supposed to say?
The guy who wants nothing
to do with us
has a new address and family?
I thought it would upset you.
I know how much you hate him.
I don't hate him.
I'm trying to have
an open mind.
You're the one who can't
stop talking about
how horrible he is.
Because that's what you've
told me my whole life.
Come on!
He left
when I was three--
I barely even remember the guy.
I only hate him
because you hate him.
You said he ruined
our childhood.
(scoffs) You want to
reconnect with that deadbeat?
Go ahead.
Just don't come crying to me
when it turns out
he's still a jerk.
(snarling)
(yelling)
It's go time.
(growling)
(hisses)
Hey. Where's the monster, Greg?
Show us.
There!
JENNY: Where?
GREG: To the left!
Where is it now?
Right!
JENNY: I can't see it.
(growling)
GREG:
In front of you!
(hissing)
There it is!
Wow! Okay. Someone's
excited for ice cream.
Let's go, you little monster.
Did you see that?
I got an idea.
(growling)
There!
Jenny?
(groans)
Abbie!
Abbie.
Abbie! Abbie.
CRANE:
She is strong,
Miss Jenny.
The strongest person
I've ever known
in this or any other time.
Clearly, our limited knowledge
of the Abyzou has led us astray.
Silver may repel
the beast,
but it by no means
inflicts a mortal wound.
I should like to return
to the Archives,
examine the texts further.
There may be a detail we missed.
I'm gonna stick around here
for a bit longer.
Of course.
Lieutenant?
Your duty in this battle
is now to heal.
This is not your time,
dear friend.
♪ ♪
What happened
to your sister?
She got hurt.
The doctors told my parents
they don't think my sister's
gonna wake up.
I'm her big sister.
I was supposed to protect her.
This is all my fault.
Hey.
You know, when Abbie and I
were about your age,
we got into this huge fight.
(chuckles)
We didn't talk
for a long, long time.
But now, whenever
I think about Abbie,
I never think about that fight.
I just think of the good times
and all the ways she's been
such a great sister.
That's how I think
about her,
and that's how Tessa
thinks about you.
Because you're
her big sister.
There's no one she loves
more than you.
And nothing
in the world--
no monster, no evil--
can ever change that.
You and I,
we're gonna have many more
happy years together
with our sisters.
I promise.
PANDORA:
So many words
and empty promises these
adults of yours make.
Huh?
I don't even know how they
keep it all straight,
seeing as they
don't believe you.
I believe you.
And if you've
a mind to,
I know what you can do to help
make your sister all better.
JENNY:
So, what do you we got?
Would you believe it?
Actual dentistry tools.
They call to mind
many a torturous memory
but bring us no closer
to defeating the Abyzou.
Oh, Revere and his secrets.
He was too clever by half.
Everything is masked
by a cipher or a riddle,
or buried beneath one
of his banal colloquialisms.
"Nothing is as it seems."
"The forest for the trees."
"The whole is greater
than the sum of its parts."
"The sum of its parts."
These tools fit together.
They create
a greater contraption.
CRANE:
Revere used these parts
to build a weapon,
one that could
defeat the Abyzou.
Dentist tools
provided the perfect cover,
but he needed something more:
ammunition.
Silver.
Not for filling teeth
and not for killing the Abyzou.
Something else, then.
If only I knew what happened
behind that door.
There was a flash of light.
JENNY:
Silver nitrate.
An explosive
chemical compound
used in experiments with
early flash photography.
So silver nitrate
creates a flash of light.
And there are trace
amounts of it in water,
which would explain
why Abbie and I
briefly saw the Abyzou's form
back at the Gonda house.
So silver exposes the Abyzou and
leaves it vulnerable to attack.
It must have a weak point, a
kill shot that you have to see.
That's how silver weakens it.
And that's how we kill it.
(humming a tune)
♪ ♪
Hello, sleepyhead.
What the hell
are you doing here?
Shh.
There's no need for that.
There's no need for any of it.
But we fight
and we fight
and we fight, don't we?
And then we
get hurt.
Poor thing.
As long as you keep
attacking children...
I will keep fighting.
You're not like the others,
are you?
And you don't
crave mortality.
Not your own or your sister's
or even your fellow Napalutu.
(echoing):
Napalutu...
And yet you fight.
You fight like you have
something to lose.
So what is it,
my brave one?
What is the one pesky thing
that you cannot accept
to lose?
It can't be
your mother.
We know what happened to her.
Then what about your father?
(monitor beeping faster)
Mm.
God spoke to my father.
Told him to beat me.
Until I forgot all language.
When I tired of it...
he sold me to slavery,
boasting of my
prelapsarian innocence.
But then...
when I learned
how to speak again,
I convinced my owner
to feed my father to his lion.
And it was sadder
than I expected.
But I suppose that's
that parent-child bond.
Well... I do hope
that you didn't
grow too attached
to those two little girls.
(girl giggles)
Such a tragedy.
(growling)
(girl screams)
♪ ♪
(screams)
(shrieks)
(growls)
Inside, now!
(growls)
Crane!
The silver
nitrate wore off.
I lost it.
(rattling)
(low, rumbling growl)
(twig snaps)
(slow growling)
(growling)
(rapid footsteps)
(growling)
(footsteps rustling)
(growling)
Now!
(gurgling, growling)
Very good.
(heart monitor beeps steadily)
Oh, my God. Jessica.
Oh, my God.
Hi, Mommy.
Hi, Daddy.
Hi, pumpkin.
(sniffling)
It worked, Crane.
You guys got there just in time.
She's fine.
Good.
And I am pleased
you're back to your old form,
Lieutenant.
Crane.
Regarding the other day.
I'm sorry for shutting you out.
I was so worried about my niece.
No, I congratulate
you on her recovery.
But it seems it is I
who should apologize.
I appear to have mistaken
a certain intimacy
between us based on our
working partnership,
and the amorous roles
we oft inhabit.
I was wrong.
Mea culpa.
My expectations
are adjusted.
My dear Crane,
you overthink things.
You know that.
For once,
would you just go with it?
Yes, I think you
might be right.
ABBIE:
Crane.
It's over.
How now?
Yes.
The dentist.
Uh, when he arrives,
fetch my timber plank
to put it in my teeth
to bite for the pain.
It's over there.
(singsongy):
By my codicil!
The dentist has come and gone.
The whole procedure is done.
And you passed
with flying colors.
Ah.
This is extraordinary.
That's what I've been
trying to tell you.
Marvels of modern dentistry.
Dentist said cut back
on the gummy bears
and come back in six
months for a cleaning.
A... a gift.
Oh, thank you.
You've given me so much.
(whispers):
I'm sorry.
She's given me
so much joy.
The joy of dentistry.
You were having
a pretty crazy dream, huh?
No. No...
No, I recall no visions.
(phone whooshes)
It's Zoe.
And as loopy as you are,
unless it's an emergency,
I suggest you
wait to respond.
Obliged. You're right,
as always.
Mm-hmm.
It's a selfie
with a copy
of Thomas Paine's
Common Sense.
Thomas Paine.
Yeah. None of
these texts have anything to do
with your citizenship.
They're all very flirty.
You made a bit-moji?
I'm adorable.
JENNY:
Abbie, got a name
on our shard thief,
or at least the one
she's going by-- Sophie Foster.
Not much out there,
but a couple
who heard about the job said
Atticus Nevins
was footing the bill.
I'm gonna dig into him,
see what I can find.
Cool.
Hey, Abby.
I'm sorry.
I should have told you
about Dad.
And me blaming my issues
with him on you--
that wasn't fair.
It's okay.
But I also know
that no matter what...
we're gonna be fine.
No fight is ever gonna
keep us apart again.
So, what do you want to do?
You want to talk to him?
(sighs)
I do.
But then, I think about
his, you know, new life,
new family, his kid.
I don't want to screw
that up for anyone.
Not even him.
Well, you know,
we don't need to.
We got each other.
That's all that matters.
Mm.
Find anything?
Yes.
Though it is rather
disconcerting.
The word Pandora spoke
to you, "Napalutu"
is Sumerian for
"destroyers."
The very same word engraved
on our prophesied tablet.
So this isn't the mythical
Pandora of ancient Greek fame?
Pandora is an
archetypal figure,
present in a plethora
of cultures.
It appears this one
hails from Sumeria.
Which means that she's connected
to the prophecy somehow?
One that says
that we destroy the world.
Though I'm not sure that I buy
some slip of the tongue
from Pandora.
CRANE:
Well, erroneous message or not,
what's in it for releasing
evil upon Sleepy Hollow?
To test us,
raise the level of fear?
But more importantly,
Lieutenant,
what if there is
some truth to it?
What if we are the destroyers?
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