♪ ♪
(cutlery clanging)
(slurping)
(applause)
ZOE:
Wow.
He is fast with that blade.
Mmm.
The technique makes for
excellent theater, but in
actual combat,
he would be bested
by the most rudimentary
rapier skills. Oh, uh,
speaking of skills,
what secret skills
do you possess?
(diners gasping in awe,
laughing)
Sorry. What?
Uh...
what was your
favorite childhood toy?
If your house was on fire,
what's the first thing
you'd grab?
"20 Questions
to Ask on a First Date"?
I see we both walk the
same Internet paths.
My apologies.
None needed.
We were both nervous
about tonight.
In a good way.
The truth is
it has been some time since...
Things are so very
different now.
You two lovebirds
on a date?
No. Well, well... yes.
Oh...
I've been accosted
by a highwayman.
You belong at
Tyburn, you rogue!
(sizzling)
(knocking)
Got a sec?
Absolutely. Nice tie.
Thanks.
I got a thing tonight.
Don't eyebrow me.
It's a work thing.
I like it anyway.
You're wondering
if I spoke to my sister
about the Nevins investigation.
I said I would take care of it.
I don't doubt
that you will. But you mentioned
a family matter,
and sometimes
the personal may
jam up the professional.
Danny, I get it.
Nevins is a criminal,
and you're gonna
use him to bag even
bigger bad guys.
Nothing gets in the way of that.
Good. 'Cause the ducks I had
to line up on this one--
Homeland Security, NSA--
I had to pull 31 flavors
of favors on this.
Asset's in motion.
This is the one
that puts you on the map.
Hell, I land this,
I own the map.
I sit down with Jenny and Joe
tonight.
So do not worry.
Good luck
with your thing.
It's all so close.
I can feel it.
The last flower.
A flavor of fear,
both sweet and bitter.
For this,
I require
a most skilled emissary.
(speaking in foreign language)
There is a red lady from Caribee
whose sting
brings the nightmare, insanity.
(buzzing)
One kiss and you'll flee
most all you can see.
This comely red lady
from Caribee.
Welcome, my lady.
Bring me the final bloom I need.
The fear
of fear itself.
(quietly sniffs, sighs)
(buzzing)
Easy there, little fella.
(buzzing)
(rattling)
(buzzing)
Ow! Son of a... mm!
Go away! Get out of here!
(groans)
(distant buzzing)
(buzzing)
Go.
No, no, no!
(shouting)
ABBIE:
You drew a lucky straw
on this one, Crane.
How so?
Judge Chrysdale
is a history buff.
Loves anything to do
with the Revolution,
Civil War, so on.
You quote a little Jefferson,
uh, offer your apologies,
the whole immigration
snafu goes away.
Fine. But the charges
made against me
remain a farce, Lieutenant.
Flagged as a risk
to national security.
For transporting
my own property.
You smuggled ancient artifacts
into the country and got caught.
This guy is-is-is
very straightforward.
You just play the hits and be
charming, we'll get out of here
by lunch, at which time you
can tell me all about your...
date with Zoe last night.
There's nothing to tell
except it was
an unmitigated disaster.
Mmm.
What of your Agent Reynolds?
We're fine. And he's not mine.
He must be aware
that you had no way of knowing
that Miss Jenny and Master Joe's
query into Sheriff Corbin's past
would intersect with
a federal investigation.
Yeah, that's on me.
Danny and I are friends,
but professional courtesy
has limits. I respect that.
And what if you were
more than friends?
Well, that would be complicated.
But that's all that we are,
so it's not.
He's crazy.
He's-he's lost his mind.
Isn't that your lawyer, Crane?
Yes.
(murmuring,
indistinct conversations)
CHRYSDALE:
When I say "order,"
I mean order!
This is my courtroom.
No one leaves!
Brenda, next case.
Your Honor,
perhaps a short
recess before you hear
opening arguments?
Don't tell me
how to run my courtroom!
Proceed.
There's
a criminal element here,
and it needs
to be torn out
by the root.
Sir, are you feeling okay?
Are you challenging
my authority?
I am on the side
of right!
This man is clearly mad.
There's something very wrong
with him.
We need to get
everyone out of here.
WOMAN:
Judge, you need a doctor.
CHRYSDALE:
Bailiff,
this woman is threatening...
Leave now.
the sanctity of this bench.
CRANE: Very quickly.
Draw your weapon
and eliminate her.
What?
Sir?
I said shoot her!
My name is Ichabod Crane
for the defense.
Whilst I hold
your office
in the highest esteem, I fear,
in your current condition,
you may not be able
to uphold the law.
This isn't the law.
The whole system
is filled with liars,
people trying to...
(buzzing)
manipulate the law,
to manipulate me,
undermining my authority,
trying to make me
weak. You can't
trust anyone.
(moans, gasps)
Judge Chrysdale?!
CRANE:
What happened to this man?
Whatever it is, it killed him.
After driving him mad.
The woman.
Which woman?
Whatever she was,
I fear the foul creature
is far from done.
Damn, I thought I cleared
that location for cameras.
You're good. So is Reynolds.
So he's coming down hard
on Nevins?
I can't tell you the details.
But yes and soon.
So...
it's over. Okay?
Doesn't sound
like you're giving me a choice.
Look, I want to know what the
connection was between Corbin
and Nevins as bad
as you do.
Nevins is dangerous.
Corbin was our mentor.
And Joe's father.
He is not gonna be happy
about this.
I'll talk to him.
No, I'll do it.
We started this whole thing
together, I think it's...
best if we finish
it the same way.
It's good
that you tried to help.
Tell me how it goes.
♪ I see a lot of love
in your heart... ♪
CRANE:
I found this insect
near the judge's bench.
At first I thought the swarm
we witnessed was made of bees,
but the distinct coloration
and long antenna mark this
as a Jack Spaniard,
a genus of wasp
exclusive to the Caribbean.
Has a hell of a sting.
Preliminary coroner's report
says that Judge Chrysdale
died of an extreme
brain aneurysm.
The swarm is deadly...
Mm-hmm.
and I believe,
harbinger of a great evil.
The thing that you saw
in the courtroom--
you said that it took on
a... almost human shape.
Yes. My research marks
it as a demonic creature
of Trinidadian origin,
known as a Soucouyant.
One sting from a Jack Spaniard
in her swarm sparks a fever,
bringing with it paranoia
that grows in ferocity until
death overcomes.
The judge was ranting
about a loss of order.
A man you said was fair
and even-keeled.
There is a passage
in Grace Dixon's journal
referencing a fit of paranoia
suffered by your pal Washington.
General Washington?
Paranoid. No.
Mm.
Yes. December 1776,
the Colonial troops
were camped out
in Pennsylvania
after a harsh winter.
Ah. "I was summoned by a woman
"of exceeding bravery
and fortitude.
"A former seamstress
who became
Washington's most trusted
wartime operative."
Betsy Ross.
Your ancestor and my trusted
companion knew one another?
No name's given,
but it does sound like her.
Well, read on, Lieutenant.
(grunting)
ABBIE: "I entered the camp
to find it gripped
by a pall of fear
and paranoia."
Miss Dixon?
Your reputation precedes you.
As does yours.
I hope I'm not too late.
You placed these
to ward off the evil
that threatens this camp?
A folk remedy
to keep insects at bay.
Tea tree oil,
cucumber peel, cinnamon...
...vanilla and citronella.
Yes, I, uh, know it well.
Sadly, it was too little,
too late.
Come.
Please tell me you can help him.
Oh, the sting
of a Soucouyant is fatal
within ten hours of being stung.
But I've learned of a bit
of Trinidadian Obeah.
Herbs that will slow the effect
of the sting.
I brewed up a tonic. (sighs)
(gasps)
Don't touch me.
General Washington,
Miss Dixon is here
to tend to your discomfort.
I'd sooner let her slit
my throat.
If you have any sanity left,
General,
I entreat you to
take this medicine.
General Howe must have
brought this evil upon us.
The tonic will slow the fever.
(gasps)
The only cure
is the death of the
creature that infected him.
BETSY:
You've done your part.
It's time I did mine.
CRANE:
Betsy must have found a way
to dispose of the Soucouyant.
But how? And what of this tonic
Miss Dixon used to buy
the general more time?
There's nothing else
in the passage except this.
"When comes the beauty
from Caribee,
"she spends her time
in Port of Spain,
"watching foul flies
roost in the spice tree
under which Sir Chadwick prays
on bended knee."
What the hell does that mean?
Uh... a Caribbean nursery
rhyme? Or a riddle.
(phone ringing)
Or...
perhaps a cipher hidden within.
Agent Mills here.
REYNOLDS:
Abs, we got a second
suspicious death.
Head of the PTA killed
inside her kitchen.
I need you over here
right away.
On my way.
It seems the creature
struck again.
Figure out what this means.
I'm gonna go check this out.
REYNOLDS:
Whatever happened
to this woman
is too damn similar
to that judge.
You think it's some kind of
toxin or virus?
That's for the lab coats.
I have a call into CDC.
Until then,
we monitor
the situation.
And the fire?
A book burning.
She showed up
to the library
a few hours ago
and checked out a stack.
Orwell, Salinger, Vonnegut.
Neighbors heard her ranting
about the board of education's
conspiracy
to corrupt young minds.
Full-scale paranoid episode.
Stay with me on this, Mills.
Another one pops up,
it's gonna turn into a circus
around here real quick.
No way I'm losing
control of this.
(phone ringing)
I assume
this call does not bode well.
Another victim--
housewife, mid-30s,
chairwoman of the PTA.
Don't acronym, Lieutenant.
"Parent Teacher Association."
Hold on.
There's a pattern here.
She's an authority figure.
Person in a position of power.
As were the other victims.
A judge, General Washington...
So it stands to reason,
if the Soucouyant is the queen
of her swarm,
that she would attack
other leaders.
People in the driver's seat.
And look at me,
profiling a bug. I got to go.
On me, Agent Mills.
Who were you on the phone with?
My roommate.
I need you focused
on this case, Agent.
Instead of letting
your personal life
hamper another investigation.
Okay...
(engine starts)
(engine revving,
tires screeching, horn honking)
(tires squealing)
(horn honking)
(tires squealing)
Is everything
all right?
You tell me.
(tires squealing)
(horn honking)
Whoa! Where are we going?
I want some answers.
I'm not sure I understand.
We have a dead judge,
dead housewife,
and a cause of death
that doesn't make any sense.
Cut the crap for once.
Why don't you tell me
what's really going on?
What's your game
with my Nevins case?
I spoke to Jenny already.
You sent her in
there, didn't you?
No. I told you,
her thing didn't start anywhere
near your investigation.
You said a lot,
but none of it adds up.
How did Granger
really die?
Why are you using your sister
to blow a hole
in the biggest case
of my career?
And who is that damn Crane guy?
He's no historical
consultant.
Look, I know
you like to win, Abbie,
but going behind my back,
undermining my authority?
(laughs)
You want to take it all away,
is that it?
You want it all for yourself?
Hmm?
Danny...
Danny, please
listen to me.
To what?
More lies, more double-talk?
You've been stung by something.
I've seen it
in the other victims.
It's impairing your judgment.
(gasps)
(panting)
Okay, fine.
Who are you calling?
You trying to play me?
Reynolds.
You think I'll go
down without a fight?
Damn it, Mills, get off of me!
I am sorry, Danny.
Gonna get you some help.
(grunts)
I promise.
(groans)
Well, I gave
him a sedative.
Should knock him
out for a bit.
What happened
to him anyway?
He was stung by
a Trinidadian paranoia monster.
Welcome to Sleepy Hollow.
Mm.
CRANE:
Lieutenant, the entry in
Grace Dixon's journal--
'tis not a riddle
nor a nursery rhyme.
'Tis a ditty devised
to have a double meaning.
It's the Trini way.
I was down there
once for Carnival.
It's all about the
double entendre.
Listen: "When comes
the beauty from Caribee,
she spends her time
in Port of Spain."
Not time as measured by a clock.
The herb Spanish thyme. Next.
"Watching foul flies roost
in the spice tree."
Not a foul scent, but a spice.
Bird pepper.
A list of ingredients.
For the tonic Miss Dixon used to
treat Washington. And finally:
"Under which Sir Chadwick prays
on bended knee."
Chadon Beni-- a
medicinal herb that only
grows in Trinidad, but I know
someone who may have a supply.
You stay here with Reynolds.
Joe and I will be back
as soon as we can.
Nice.
Thank you.
(reggae music playing low)
(rings bell)
♪ Wandering drummer messenger ♪
♪ Om-pom, pom-pom-pom... ♪
So I guess we put
Abbie in a tight spot
with the Nevins thing.
She'll be all right.
I know.
Just, we were so close
to finally getting some answers.
I'm sorry, Joe.
I wish there was
another way.
Hey, no. I mean,
you went down that road
as far as you could.
Hope you know how much
I appreciate it.
So, what is this guy, some kind
of Caribbean
witch doctor, or...?
MAN:
Call me that again,
and it's me and you.
Jenny Mills. Long time.
Long enough for you
to get a man.
Oh, no, he's not my...
No, no, no, we're not...
...boyfriend.
...together.
Irish moss.
This'll give
you stamina
for those long,
long nights, huh?
(chuckling)
Uh, we need something
off the red list, Azzaca.
Chadon Beni.
That is a tough one
on short notice.
I have to call a fella
who could call a fella
who has a boat, but...
No time to haggle.
Quarter pound.
Friends-and-family rate.
We're on the clock.
An Obeah man is only capable
of so much, Jennifer Mills.
I cannot bend time and space.
And if we pay cash?
Oh, you mean to say
that Chadon Beni?
I have a pinch
for emergencies.
Oh. Yeah.
I like this one.
Keep him.
(both chuckle)
(song continues,
low and indistinct)
(groans)
(deep, demonic voice):
A shadow older than time falls
over your soul.
You shall be claimed.
Hey, let her go. Come on.
Come on, get off her, man!
(grunts)
Azzaca, what the hell?
Watch yourself, sis.
Your fate has changed.
Protect her.
Mills, where am I?
Somewhere safe.
(handcuffs rattling, clacking)
You can't do this to me.
You need to stay still.
There's something
in your system,
and the more that you struggle,
the faster it'll kill you.
(panting softly)
You'd like that, wouldn't you?
No.
We have people
working on medicine.
You just need to
hang in there.
The roommate?
You trusted me before.
Remember? Right?
Hold on to that, Danny.
(wry chuckle)
You just can't see
what you do to people.
All I can do
is try to do my best,
be a friend, and do
right by you, Danny.
The Outer Banks.
That little shack on the beach.
It wasn't much--
the fan barely moved the air--
but that time...
that you're so hell-bent
on putting in the rearview...
that's when I found you.
That's when I knew.
And you left that place,
but I'm still there.
(knocking on door)
Oh, one who remains hidden...
whose destiny is
to reign over all...
light a pathway to your glory.
The hour of reckoning
draws near.
♪ ♪
An occasion worth celebrating.
♪ ♪
Sister...
(buzzing)
...how do you fare?
(buzzing)
Do you like my dress?
(buzzing)
When a new day dawns
over all that is,
a girl has to look her best.
MAN: It's over on
the other side.
(rock song playing,
low and indistinct)
(sighs)
♪ ...everything she desires... ♪
It's me.
We need to finish this.
The tonic we dosed him with
may keep Danny alive
a little longer, but we need
to get ahead of this thing.
Who knows how many others
have been stung by now?
Grace Dixon's journal
said that Betsy Ross
armed up to go after it.
Yes. The tonic is merely
a stopgap measure.
As long as the
Soucouyant lives,
it shall have a grip
on his soul and...
the fever will overcome him.
Fine. How do we kill a swarm?
According to the lore
of the creature,
the Soucouyant can be
destroyed if you...
follow her home
and burn down
her house.
Folklore...
usually has a basis in reality.
What if the answer here isn't
magical in nature
but in the...
behavior
of the insects themselves?
You want to kill bees?
Wasps? Destroy the hive.
They never stray far
from the hive.
Three victims.
Judge...
dedicated to his job--
let's say he was stung
in his chambers. Here.
PTA woman in her house.
Reynolds in his.
We triangulate.
Ah, hold the phone.
Ah. (chuckles)
Wait, wait.
The symbol
on the back of the tablet.
I always thought
it was decorative.
Look...
A tree with six blossoms.
This is the sixth creature
that Pandora has sent.
Whatever it is she's planning,
I fear she may be close
to achieving her goal.
What if the Soucouyant's hive
and Pandora
are in the same place?
CRANE: Then we've found
our enemy's lair.
You sure you're
not hungry?
The chef here makes
a mean Cajun catfish.
Yeah. I've tried it.
My dad used to bring me here
when I was a kid, remember?
Where is your friend?
Mills isn't a part of this.
Hmm.
(chuckles)
Look at us.
So what are these?
Bank accounts? Transit numbers?
That's Liechtenstein
and that's Geneva.
It was your father's idea.
I wanted to hide the cash
in Bolivia, like a...
Butch and Sundance thing.
Back then your father
was much smarter
than me with money.
Congrats on your inheritance.
I mean, even though...
you had to get it by selling out
your friends.
(gun cocks)
Boy, you look like your father,
when we were shavetails
down at Parris Island.
This is where you give me
what I want, son.
That was the arrangement.
What, you think
I'm the villain here?
No, no, no,
it doesn't work
like that.
In this game, son,
the debts collect you.
Your father learned that
the hard way.
Well, I'm not my father.
Yeah.
Ever asked yourself
why you need to know?
Why we're playing
ring-around-the-rosy
over this little hunk of stone?
You're exactly like him.
You're drawn to the darkness,
and you can't look away.
That...
that badge of your father's,
that, uh...
Mayberry sheriff vibe...
that was not
August Corbin.
No, he knew the truth.
There is no good...
no evil...
just...
(click)
(eerie whooshing)
...power.
All right,
let's go for a ride.
Hey. Hey!
Hey!
Call off your dogs.
Guns.
The Shard.
You're making a big mistake.
That's my specialty.
Jacket pocket.
Move.
He said the numbers were
for Swiss bank accounts.
If there's money...
my dad's money.
You believe him?
I don't know.
Well, we got more than
we could've hoped for.
(whoosh)
Go!
(engine revs)
These ruins are ancient.
The architecture...
unlike anything
I've ever seen.
(buzzing)
I hate it when you're right.
Whoa. Find the hive.
I'll buy us some time.
All right.
Okay... hey...
Secrets.
Chaos.
Loneliness.
Innocence lost.
Death.
And the last little one...
CRANE:
Fear itself.
The tree, the flowers,
the creatures you summoned,
they all serve a single purpose,
do they not?
You're cultivating
forms of terror.
Very specific ones.
And I should
thank you
and your lady friend
for cleaning up
behind me.
Calling beasts out of the box
was quite easy.
You did all the hard work.
It ends now.
As all good things must.
(buzzing)
I know what it feels like,
to be in the presence
of someone
much greater than myself.
I've seen this tree before.
I have an ancient tablet.
I'd like to give you
a history lesson.
Not another step.
If I didn't already have
all the fear I need,
I'd make this
last a little longer...
(buzzing)
No time to play.
ABBIE:
Crane?
(Crane grunts)
Gone for now.
Could be back any moment.
Bigger problems.
Whatever Pandora has planned,
I fear it is coming to fruition
as we speak.
(deep rumbling)
The hive.
Middle of the lair,
above the pool.
We start with that, then the
bitch with the box. You got 'em?
Yes.
Greek fire, eh?
No. We used all that
burning General Howe.
That's prussic acid.
Very unstable.
Right now, so am I.
Be wary.
(buzzing)
(grunting)
(shouts)
(buzzing)
(groans loudly)
(screeching)
Aah!
(panting)
♪ ♪
Bear witness.
(crackling)
Stop!
(monitor beeping,
Reynolds groans quietly)
WOMAN (over P.A.):
Dr. Harris to O.R., please.
Dr. Harris to O.R.,
please.
Abs?
How are you feeling?
Last thing I remember
was the crime scene.
Yeah?
Well, that was hours ago.
Some kind of messed-up
bug bite took you down.
You had a major
allergic reaction.
Somehow we got you to
the hospital in time,
pumped you full
of antihistamines,
and you've been out cold since.
I was pretty out of it, huh?
Mm-hmm.
Talking nonsense?
No more than usual.
(both laugh)
That bad, huh?
Yeah.
You'd tell me, right?
Nothing I didn't already know.
Hey.
Rest up.
We need you back
running the show.
Abbie...
I get the impression
I'm still kickin' 'cause of you.
I try.
Always will.
♪ ♪
Miss Corinth.
Oh!
(chuckles)
Uh...
(chuckles)
Thank you.
Well... thank you.
They're beautiful.
Delightful.
Uh, so... what's the plan?
Oh, there isn't one.
No plan, no agenda.
No Internet in days.
I like it.
Despite my fears
that you may find
my predilections
somewhat old-fashioned,
the truth is I rather
enjoy a constitutional.
No destination in mind.
Simply... a wander.
So no rezzy at Le Cirque?
No hot stone massage
for two? 3-D IMAX?
Hot air balloon
to a wine tasting?
No.
A walk.
Mr. Ichabod Crane...
are you inviting me
to join you
on a turn
of this lovely meadow?
Usually I make the circuit
alone with my thoughts,
but...
times are changing.
And so must I.
This is
the official first date.
Mm, technically our second.
Just go with it.
ABBIE:
From the blank look
on your face,
I take it your
date went well.
(clears throat)
I cannot recall
which great, great Colonial
thinker coined the phrase
"'Twas a tiny patch
of paradise."
Oh, no, wait, it was me.
A wise woman once said,
"Don't get ahead of yourself."
Oh, wait.
That was every woman.
Point taken.
How does Agent Reynolds fare?
He'll make a full recovery,
and... thankfully,
he doesn't remember anything,
which is a blessing
on so many levels.
Uh...
I'm trying to figure out
where Pandora
may have gone.
That passage
under the tree,
the stairwell leading down...
Trees are often associated with
the entrance to the underworld.
Yggdrasil,
the Norse realm of Hel.
The levels
of Dante's Inferno
can be interpreted
as a stairwell of sorts.
Yeah,
that sounds like good news.
You're thinking
that everything up until now
has been a warm-up act.
I'd stake my life on it.
The tree,
the types of fear she raised--
she's preparing something.
I fear her return
is inevitable.
The only question is...
what insidious plan
does she have for her return?
Whatever it is,
she messed with our town,
our friends,
and the people
that we care about.
If she wants a rematch,
I say bring it on.
Oh, Lieutenant,
that is a quote we can live by.
(thunder rumbling)
(grunting quietly)
(grunting)
(overlapping, indistinct voices)
(gasping, panting)
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