♪ Last night ♪
♪ The devil learned my name ♪
♪ She said,
"Come love me, baby..." ♪
(radio stations changing)
(static crackles, stops)
GPS: In one mile,
stay to the right...
(man groans)
Just charged this thing.
(tires screeching)
(crashing)
(groaning)
Are you okay? Hey, you...?
This is not personal.
(choking)
(gasping)
Run.
(grunting)
(coughing)
Eternal rest
is for unimportant men.
(crackling)
The king requires your service.
Will you answer his call...
General Howe?
Where?
You've arrived in
Sleepy Hollow, my lord.
Raise your men,
make the Patriot scum
afraid again.
Afraid of Britain,
afraid of her dead.
I offer you vengeance
on a hated enemy
who once tried to end
your life.
Crane.
(pop rock music playing)
There you are,
all up in your faces.
You missed the spare.
I'm more used to bowling
on turf.
That would spare me
these shoes.
I look like an Italian
circus performer.
At least the shoes
make it seem like
you bothered to wear
a costume at all.
JENNY: Seriously.
ABBIE: Yeah.
I mean, I know you have
a look and everything,
but come on,
today's the one day you get
to change it up a bit.
Is it not obvious?
I'm John Adams.
The weskit.
Brushed brocade
and French buttons.
It was his sartorial signature.
I spent all night on this
embroidery.
I totally see it.
It's unmistakable.
Speaking of embroidery,
isn't Hoop Dreams
over there the one
helping you with your
citizenship application?
(Zoe laughing)
CRANE: Oh, Miss Corinth.
Yes.
ABBIE:
Oh, come on, Crane.
Go.
Ichabod. Well, hello.
Miss Corinth,
what a pleasant surprise.
I love the
brocade waistcoat.
Very John Adams.
Thank you.
You like?
Yes, you look effervescent.
(laughs)
Uh... you are...
Needle and thread champ.
I'm Betsy Ross.
Of course you are.
Unmistakable.
Well, with a little
spice thrown in.
Not that she was boring, but
I mean, you know, seamstress.
I'm sure she would've
approved wholeheartedly.
(laughs)
Bowl a frame with me later?
You can rely on it.
(laughs)
Ooh, swagger.
You still think Halloween
isn't fun?
The Celts believed
All Hallows' Eve
to be a sacred time
when the souls
of lost loved ones
walked the earth
and were honored with prayer,
not face paint
and molasses-based
faux blood.
But miniskirts and blue eyes
get a pass.
When in Rome.
(laughing)
(phone chimes)
Ah... Lieutenant.
On our trip to Washington,
Dr. Brennan
arranged to transport
General Howe's remains
to the Historical Society.
Yeah.
Almost made it
for the drive
and Agent Booth's
charming personality.
The thing is...
the courier company claims
the body never arrived.
(girl laughing)
(urinating)
GIRL:
Cody, we need more eggs.
CODY:
Get them yourself.
GIRL:
Guys, look.
Come on.
Don't make me go all by myself.
CODY (laughs):
This is awesome.
(laughing):
This is so cool.
(laughter echoing)
Damn, when I die,
book me a suite in here.
(scoffs)
You can't afford it, bro.
Okay. I'm over this.
Let's go.
(footsteps approaching)
Oh, God.
CODY:
Who the hell are you?
Screw this.
(grunting)
(Cody screams)
(screams)
(screaming)
(screaming continues)
ABBIE:
No sign of the driver.
CRANE:
Or Howe.
Why steal a 200-year-old
skeleton?
ABBIE:
A lot of skid marks,
like the driver was trying
to avoid something.
Or someone.
Pandora.
What would she want
with Howe's remains?
Tracks are headed that way.
Feel like hunting?
(thunder rumbling)
I know this place.
The British employed it
as a staging ground
during the invasion
of Manhattan.
Afterwards,
we built that mausoleum
to house their dead soldiers.
Looks like someone came
to pay their respects.
ABBIE: As fun as it is
bumping into Zoe,
they have these things now
called dates
you can actually plan
in advance.
Yes, I'm perfectly
aware of that.
Miss Corinth and I are
not romantically entangled.
Mm. Maybe you're not
allowing yourself
to get entangled.
You refer to Katrina?
Yes. No matter what you became
in the end,
you cared about her.
I mean, you two...
Six years.
We were husband
and wife for six years.
She taught me strength,
resilience,
how to properly iron
my vests.
Ghosts of the past
have power over us.
Even if we truly
want to move on,
it's not that easy.
Yes, well...
that chapter of my life
is now closed.
CRANE:
What on earth?
My God.
HOWE:
Ichabod Crane!
General Howe.
Give us the names!
(footsteps approaching)
Take them!
Isn't that great.
HOWE:
Get them!
After them, you dogs!
Thank you.
Mills. What's up?
I was hoping you would tell me.
I'm not sure what you mean.
Since you moved
into this office,
you haven't closed the door.
Not until this morning anyway.
And then there are the two
assistant U.S. attorneys
in the lobby.
And you know,
you drop your voice a half step
when you lie.
I was just waiting
on the right moment.
Looks like this is it.
It's an ongoing investigation
I've been working.
Kind of takedown
that makes a career.
Shell companies buying property
across Westchester,
all owned by one umbrella LLC--
Court Imports.
Though on paper, a high-end
importer of rare antiquities.
But the lion's share
was actually looted
from sites in Syria,
Afghanistan, Iran.
They're buying items
stolen by terrorists.
I'm still getting the warrants
airtight.
Hence, the lawyers.
Oh.
But when the time comes, how
does "Task Force Coordinator"
sound?
Sounds good.
I've got to say,
an operation this size--
you'd have to pull me away
from some of my other duties.
I'm sorry if it cuts
into time with your roommate.
I think you know where
my priorities lie, sir.
Let's talk later?
Mm.
Give us the names!
Just talked to SHPD.
They're calling
the cemetery death accidental.
Some kind of prank
gone wrong.
Nothing in Washington's Bible,
Franklin's notebook.
Even Grace Dixon's journal
yields nothing
that could explain
the desecration we witnessed.
We'll find something.
We always do.
You are having a moment.
Although we ended
as enemies,
William Howe was once a man
who commanded my respect.
Before the war, I served
beneath him as lieutenant
in His Majesty's forces.
Howe was a keen war strategist.
Staunchly loyal to his men
and his country.
He was honorable,
a good man.
Who sent a whispering wraith
against you and your spy ring,
pushed you to betray Washington.
Maybe he was once a great man,
but he changed.
Which is why
Washington sent me to kill him.
It was one of the darker periods
of the war.
The invasion of Manhattan,
when the British forces
under Howe's command
took control of the city,
forcing the Patriots to retreat.
Leave. I'll do this myself.
CRANE:
In the early hours,
Howe and his men commandeered
a townhouse belonging
to a Patriot.
(gun clicks)
Stealth was always
your strong suit, Crane.
Washington chose his man well.
I do not wish to kill you,
but this invasion ends now.
Order your men off the
island, and you shall live.
And trust the word
of a turncoat?
Does dear old George know
you were within a hair's breath
of turning against him?
Perhaps in sending you
to terminate my command,
he was testing your loyalties.
The question is,
can you do it?
Kill a man in cold blood?
I've made my choice.
My allegiance is
to this nation.
All your kin fought
for the king.
You spit on their graves.
I shall ask only once.
Will you retreat?
Answer me.
I will never retreat
until every last Colonial dog
lies in a grave.
Do what you came
to do, or leave
before I have you
clapped in irons!
May God have mercy on us both.
(doors thudding open,
indistinct shouting)
Shoot him.
(gunshots)
A moment later,
I would have pulled the trigger,
and we might have held the city.
Without Howe's command,
the war could
have ended sooner,
sparing catastrophic bloodshed.
Instead, I failed in my mission.
What if there was
another reason
why Washington sent you
to kill Howe?
All right, you said he
was unpacking something
when you found him.
Yes. Uh...
A stone with a Nordic emblem.
A man with two swords
thrust through him.
In other words,
a dead man walking.
There is a volume
that belonged to Washington
himself and, yes...
And if I'm not mistaken...
Here.
Draugur, a rare breed of
undead warrior who swear
an oath of duty in life
that lasts beyond death.
Sounds like a bum deal.
The Draugur are nocturnal,
spending their days
subterranean.
Said to be unstoppable.
ABBIE:
What's this in the margins?
It's Washington's handwriting.
"All our methods built inside
house primal tomb,
his secrets lie."
"Methods" meaning how
to defeat the Draugur.
The answer must be
in Howe's tomb.
The team from the
Jeffersonian discovered it
in Philadelphia, dated 1812.
But this riddle mentions
a primal tomb,
meaning Howe was interred
somewhere else first.
Question is,
how do we find it?
How about these?
Howe's bones from the mausoleum.
FBI forensics
can carbon-date them,
provide a soil analysis,
narrow down to location.
So Howe is the quarry,
but we both know the architect
of this scheme is Pandora.
She wants to raise fear, and she
has chosen the perfect night.
Halloween.
The whole town will be
on the street.
If we don't stop
these Draugur by then,
hundreds of people will die.
Hey, hey!
Hey!
(sighs)
Rye whiskey,
large kosher pickles,
extra brine, and...
cocktail onions.
You know, you are the only man
who has ever learned my recipe
for the perfect
Pickleback chaser.
They are
a crime against good whiskey.
For a guy who hates 'em,
you sure
knock 'em back okay.
Well, maybe I enjoy
the company. (whistles)
Ooh!
You keep bringing me chocolate,
you can keep coming around.
(both laughing)
So, did you dig up
anything on the Shard?
Well, we've got
some bills of lading,
IP addresses off the Deep Web,
and... a face.
Meet the man who's after
the Shard of Anubis--
Mr. Atticus Nevins.
I know this guy, Jenny.
He was a friend
of my dad's.
What?
Atticus Nevins?
Are you sure?
I... I mean, I didn't
know his name.
Dad just called him "Bull"
'cause he carried a
.30-cal in their platoon.
That-that, uh, box I brought
over from the cabin--
there's an album in it.
Okay.
Here.
Here. Look.
Uh, your dad sent me on
how many missions buying
and selling strange artifacts?
Yeah, and his old war buddy
happens to be the kingpin
of that entire black market?
What does that say about my dad?
If your dad was using me
as a shill to make money,
I would know it.
Are you sure?
I mean, how many secrets
did he keep from me?
Well, we have a name now.
We can use it
to get answers.
(sighs)
Joe...
Your dad was...
one of the best guys
I've ever known.
And until we have proof
otherwise,
I'm holding onto that.
Yeah.
Sorry that took so long.
I had to go do some digging.
Mm.
I see you're doing
some digging of your own.
Or should I say lurking?
Hmm? Oh, hardly.
Miss Corinth suggested I
peruse her "instant gram."
Apparently, I've been "tagged."
Like I said, pure lurk.
The lab here cannot trace
the location
of Howe's "primal tomb."
We don't have the equipment.
I could send it to DC,
but that'd be a two-week
turnaround.
Perhaps our new friends
at the Jeffersonian Institute
could be of assistance.
Dr. Brennan claimed to be
the premiere forensic analyst
in the country.
Now might be an opportunity
for her and Agent Booth
to "throw down."
And with their help,
we might be able
to find the tomb by nightfall.
You navigate. I'll drive.
Greetings on this
All Hallows' Eve.
ABBIE:
Apologies for showing up
unannounced like this.
Yeah.
I trust this will be
a short visit.
We have a five-year-old at home
who still has alterations needed
for her Jane Goodall costume.
Yes, I seem to recall
you have two children.
Her brother's
going as a chimp.
But that is if
we get back in time.
Hey, you said we could give you
a call if we needed your help?
Didn't think it would be
that soon. What's that?
(Brennan and Booth
muttering quietly)
BRENNAN:
Your lab only analyzed
the cortical surface,
but, over centuries,
components of the coffin
can be absorbed
into the cancellous bone.
Which we could use to identify
Howe's initial burial site.
I applaud
your scientific instincts,
but your theory
that the Founding Fathers
buried Howe twice is...
(sighs)
questionable, at best.
The Founders held all
manner of superstition.
In fact, your
institution's namesake,
Thomas Jefferson,
once reported contact
with an alien species.
Well, Jefferson was brilliant.
He also had
the scientific knowledge
of a contemporary fourth grader.
You do not believe
in the grander mysteries
of the universe.
But what of faith, art,
love?
Are these merely numbers?
Faith results
from our fear of death.
Art from our ability
to discern an attractive mate.
And love from our need
to procreate.
Dr. Brennan,
the way you look at Agent Booth
is far more
than just procreation.
Actually, procreation plays
a significant part
in our relationship.
(computer chimes)
(typing)
Oh, that's interesting.
This bone contains particulates
of quartz and feldspar.
Components of
sandstone.
The composition matches
samples from two quarries,
one in Seneca, Maryland,
and one in Montgomery.
Only one structure shares stone
from both those quarries.
The Capitol building.
Washington wished
his tomb to be built
within the very foundations
of the building itself.
A tomb that was never used.
So your work suggests
the Founders used
Washington's empty tomb
to conceal Howe's
actual grave site.
Dr. Brennan, Agent Mills and I
deeply appreciate
your assistance.
You just posited
the existence of what may be
an astounding
archaeological find.
I demand to participate
in your research.
I was just about to propose
the very same.
Right. Okay.
You got to help me out here.
You called in a favor
to solve some,
what is it,
two-bit
historical mystery?
History's important.
Somebody's got to keep
the record straight.
Okay.
So what do you say
we keep it straight?
What is this
really all about?
You trying to solve
some off-book, uh,
investigation
or something?
What if it were?
You're one of Corbin's protégés.
I'd still have your back.
First day on the beat,
Corbin told me
that most of the real work
you do is outside the job.
That worked for local
PD, but the Bureau...
That's-that's a whole new level.
I've dreamt about this
for years. I don't want
to mess up my shot.
So why don't you trust
August Corbin?
He knew what you had.
You have to believe that.
We have
a lead on Howe's tomb.
Are we all
ready to go?
All of us?
Negotiation's not really
in Dr. Brennan's nature.
She doesn't like to negotiate.
This could be a
history-making discovery.
Or it could prove Mr. Crane
dead wrong.
I am comfortable
with either outcome.
You're always comfortable. Okay,
what do you say we do this.
Crane, nice coat. Come on.
Which way we going?
Come on. Let's go.
(birds chirping)
I don't know.
I may have been wrong
about this address.
It was listed on half
the documents on Nevins,
so I just thought...
No, this is the place.
I've been here before.
I was just a kid.
I told you my dad
and Nevins would go up
to the cabin sometimes.
We'd stop here
to get supplies.
Dad would buy me a sandwich,
sit me out front
while he went inside.
Hey. That doesn't
necessarily mean...
That he was working
with Nevins?
You said it yourself--
the man had a lot of secrets.
(sighs)
There she is.
Follow my lead.
Whoa.
The balls on you two.
Hey, easy.
All we want is to sit
down with your boss.
Yeah? That's not gonna happen.
It's a personal thing.
A family thing.
Am I supposed to care?
All right,
we'll give you the Shard.
That's what he
wants, right?
Hey, hey, Joe, hold on.
Nevins sits
down with us,
answers my questions,
and we'll give it to him.
You have my word.
All right.
He's down in the city
on business, but, uh,
I'll see what I can arrange.
Oh. Funny thing,
after you stole the Shard
from me that first time,
I told Nevins I'd find you,
get it back.
He told me to sit tight,
that you'd show up on your own
soon enough.
(chuckles)
(engine revving)
Are you crazy?
We still don't know
what the hell that thing is.
I know. And I'm
sorry. It's just...
Look, we may not get a
chance like this again.
Look, I promise,
I won't let anything bad happen.
Joe, in this world, that is not
a promise you can make.
(sighs)
ABBIE:
Sorry we couldn't take
the tour.
CRANE:
It was everything
the Founding Fathers dreamt of.
BOOTH:
Great. A musty
old basement, huh?
A basement is never just
a basement with the Masons.
Oh...
Hold on. Okay...
that symbol there
has no notch,
but this symbol
has a notch.
Its placement calls to mind
a keyhole.
It's not just rounded.
It's a few centimeters deep.
Crane, your ring.
Doctor...
Oh.
Thank you.
Lieutenant.
Yeah.
Thank you.
(clicking)
BRENNAN:
Oh! Oh.
(laughs)
This is astonishing.
Mm.
And yet, only this morning,
it was questionable.
Somewhere in here should
be the secret to defeating
Howe's Draugur Army.
Well, it'll be hard to find
with those two looking
over our shoulders.
BRENNAN:
Oh...
Whoa. Did you see
this, Mr. Crane?
These runes
match the markings
on the
original coffin.
All right, look, Abbie,
this isn't off the book--
this is off the reservation.
BOOTH: Whoa, whoa...
Crane!
Booth!
ABBIE: Crane!
Bones! (grunts)
Crane!
(grunts)
Crane, can you hear me? Crane.
There must be
a gear counterweight
operating the wall.
Whoa.
Oh, my. I have a bad feeling
about this.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Wait a second.
A fuse just sparked.
We got to get 'em out of there.
Doctor, stay down.
(gasps)
Crane!
This is no ordinary blaze.
I believe this
is Greek fire,
a legendary flame
that cannot be extinguished.
BRENNAN:
The odor indicates
a combination of naphthenic
and palmitic acids.
This is napalm.
ABBIE:
Crane!
Crane! We got to get
them out of there.
Hold on. What is this?
ABBIE: Uh, yeah, okay.
I've seen a lock
like this before. Each button
represents an alchemical symbol.
It's like a puzzle. All we have
to do is figure out...
Your way works, too.
Right.
Bones.
You insisted on coming.
Right. Okay.
All right. You okay?
This is
extraordinary.
A hidden tomb armed
with a precursor to napalm.
Do you understand
what this means?
I don't know.
George Washington
is a complete badass?
No, no. It means
we need to excavate
this entire subterranean
Oh.
installation.
It should be mapped, exhumed.
We shouldn't
even be here.
All right, slow down. Okay,
we got to go. We'll
get everything back
We are contaminating the site.
to the Jeffersonian, okay? Let's
go, Crane. Get out of there.
You're not worried
about them?
Hardly. Her skepticism's
interminable.
She dismissed Moloch as a tall
man with a skin condition.
Though we do have cause
for worry.
I believe I have discovered
the Draugur's weakness.
And that's bad because...?
We'll have to burn Sleepy Hollow
to the ground.
There can be only one reason
why Washington would deploy
such volatile ordnance
right under the Capitol.
It was a trap...
built
for a very specific threat.
The Draugur.
And since Howe was
their commander,
anyone that survived would try
to rescue
their master's body.
And, in doing so,
would be faced
with their only weakness,
Greek fire.
Yeah, Brennan said it was
just some kind of napalm.
We'll get our hands on some.
Why would that pose a threat
to the town?
Because Greek fire
is far more sinister
than your napalm.
It cannot be extinguished
by water or by sand.
Once unleashed, it burns
until nothing remains.
As I believe was remonstrated
on the isle of Manhattan.
Betsy Ross
was leading Patriot refugees
off the island
via a series of hidden tunnels.
Crane.
Betsy.
I come from Howe's encampment.
He lives. And he refuses
to relinquish the city.
Our orders have changed.
I'm to get out of the city
before countermeasures
are deployed.
What countermeasures?
Ichabod, please.
There's no time.
You're saying if
the countermeasure
was Greek fire...
Yes, Lieutenant.
Then we were not facing
conventional forces...
...but a cadre of Draugur.
Merely hours
after the British invaded,
the city was set ablaze
in the Great Fire of New York,
the cause of which
remained a mystery...
until now.
(screams)
Hyah!
Washington had no choice--
he was facing a zombie army.
Howe desecrated
the dead to build
an unstoppable army,
one which required
an indomitable weapon
in order to stop it.
And now we are faced
with a similar dilemma.
That's not an option.
Fine.
Then we find another way.
Trick or treat!
What do you say?
Boo!
WOMAN:
April, slow down!
April!
April?!
WOMAN (in distance):
April, where are you, sweetie?
WOMAN:
April!
And where is
your mother, dear?
It would break her heart
if she lost you.
And you don't want
to lose your treats.
We never had sweets
when I was a girl.
(screams)
General...
Are your men prepared
to assemble?
When the last sunbeam sets...
...go forth and slaughter.
ABBIE:
The sun sets in 15 minutes,
at which point the whole town
will be out on the street.
So, what did you
call these things?
CRANE: Cheirosiphones.
A post-Hellenic
weapon
designed specifically
to deploy Greek fire.
We've mixed ten gallons
of the stuff, but
once it lights,
how do we put out
the blaze?
We draw them
into the tunnels.
If we can contain
the Draugur underground,
we do not risk
burning the town.
Wait,
I missed how we get them
down there in the first place.
I shall be bait.
The general loathes me
with a sempiternal fervor,
and where he goes...
the Draugur follow.
(indistinct chatter)
(men marching in unison)
(marching grows louder)
BOY:
Hey, Mom! Look! Soldiers!
WOMAN:
Check it out.
Cool costumes!
Company... halt!
MAN:
Whoa! Take a look at that!
MAN: Sweet!
HOWE: Ready, men!
Aim!
Fire!
(tires screech)
(people screaming)
Over here!
(gunshot)
ABBIE: Everybody, move!
That way! Come on! Move!
General Howe.
I'm the one you want.
(cocks rifle)
Let's end this.
(grunts)
Is that the best
you've got, General?
(loud thud)
(grunting)
I hope you know
what you're doing, Crane.
(rumbling)
Now!
Let 'em burn!
(yelling)
(groans)
(screaming)
(Crane groans)
Oh... Timely assist.
Thank you.
Compliments later.
Let's move.
Crane!
Your army's defeated, Howe!
It's over.
I should have
ended this long ago.
I will not give you
the satisfaction...
turncoat.
♪ ♪
(screaming)
(gunfire muted)
A valiant battle, General.
(sighs)
Now...
...one more bud to blossom...
...one more here to sting.
Love...
is what the victors bring.
We're glad to hear
the Jeffersonian's decided
to take Washington's tomb
under its jurisdiction.
Oh, I'd start by getting rid
of the napalm first.
The Jeffersonian
would love your help
with the excavation,
Mr. Crane.
CRANE:
Ooh. Well, I'm flattered,
but I am in the process
of renovating
a historical property
of my own.
BRENNAN:
Too bad. The site poses
more than a few questions.
If colonial Americans
had Greek fire,
why didn't they use it during
the battles of the Revolution?
And you still haven't
sufficiently explained
how you came across
Washington's letter.
Let it go, Bones,
just... let it go.
Thanks again for your help.
BOOTH: Yeah.
You know what, don't mention it.
But next time
you find a death trap,
just give us
a heads-up first.
Oh, yes, we shall.
You have our word.
(electronic tones sound,
ending call)
(sighs)
You okay, Crane?
I know seeing Howe
must have been difficult.
Oh, I feel relieved.
He's a part of my past
I can put behind me.
Even the ghosts
of the past
have to take a break.
But... sometimes they need
a little push.
I don't follow.
Zoe. Call her.
She's a good one.
♪ ♪
Miss Corinth,
it is Ichabod Crane.
Ichabod.
Yes. Of course.
Uh, caller identification
is a marvel.
No. No, no.
I... I was merely wondering...
if you have no prior engagement
this evening...
I would be honored
to escort you to supper.
You wanted
to see me?
Yeah. Take a seat.
Can you shut the door
for me, please?
Mm-hmm.
Uh... I just wanted to say
how much I appreciate you
offering me a spot
on the team.
I know it's been
a hectic few weeks,
but I can handle it.
Burn the candle at both ends
if I have to.
I want in.
Yeah? Well, it may be
a little more complicated
than that, because it
looks like you already are
a part of it.
The man I'm working
to take down,
his name is
Atticus Nevins.
And the woman
in the photo,
the one your sister and her
EMT friend are meeting with,
she's his top operative.
So I ask, what the hell
is going on here?
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