(gunshot)
MAN:
Forward!
Know thyself.
(distant sounds of gunfire,
men shouting)
Know thy enemy.
Know these things
and one need not fear
1,000 battles.
For there will come
1,000 victories.
The Art of War.
You've read Sun Tzu.
Gave us copies at the academy.
Then you will recognize this.
"A clever fighter
is not one who wins,
but one who..."
Checkmate.
"...one who wins with ease."
You know a counter
to Philidor's open?
Corbin taught me the game.
He said it's, uh, best
if I just feel my way.
"Feel your way"?
Mm-hmm.
And that nothing beats
a good blindside.
Crane?
You seem a little
off your game lately.
I don't mean just the chess.
Well, yes, it has been
a particularly trying few days.
United States Immigration
may well be Dante's
tenth circle of Hell.
The archives
remains at risk
from developers.
All hurdles you'll overcome.
And then there
is Pandora.
My research has
yielded precious little
to explain where
the portal in her tree
may have taken her.
And I fear, contrary to
the popular saying,
what we do not know
may very well hurt us.
(knocking)
(door opens)
REYNOLDS: Hey, Mills.
Danny.
Agent Reynolds.
(door closes)
Ah, sorry to interrupt
your morning.
Not at all.
Philidor, huh?
Easy to beat
if you're not careful.
Yes, I know.
It's, uh...
It's... it's easy.
Everyone knows how to...
Oh, I think
my kettle's boiled.
Tea? No? Tea? No?
No? Tea?
I got to say
I still don't get that dude.
He grows on you.
That's right.
You always did like a challenge.
Kept you on your toes
at Quantico.
What's up?
I got to head to DC
for a couple of days,
check in with
the Deputy Director's Office.
ABBIE:
Anything serious?
REYNOLDS:
Shouldn't be.
Just up against
a deadline
on the Nevins case.
Got to ask for an extension,
so...
Duty phone.
How about you
hold down the fort
while I'm gone?
Really?
You sure you don't want
to give that to somebody else?
You've earned it.
ABBIE:
Hmm.
I'll do what I can
to deserve this.
Thank you, sir.
Mm-hmm.
You know I spent 96 hours
casing a warehouse
in Dubai to get this?
This is about
the Shard of Anubis, isn't it?
We know Mills
and Corbin have it.
Just let me go get it.
Oh, you had your chance.
Really?
You're gonna play it that way?
So they were
a little tougher
than we thought.
I won't be
so gentle this time.
Okay?
I can play rough.
Honey, you don't know
what rough is.
The person who contracted me
for this job
is a demanding sort
and if I don't have the Shard
in the next 12 hours...
Let me guess.
There will be hell to pay.
Oh, hell will be
getting off easy.
So, you're
gonna recite
Norse poetry to them?
Granted,
it'd be torture.
Desperate times,
Sophie.
Desperate times.
(door closes)
(deep rumbling)
(gasping anxiously)
(grunts quietly)
"And by Pandora
with passion'd heart
Art thou summoned
and fashioned part."
(water bubbling)
Oh, I'll be damned.
"Of fire
"and steel
"and ire and rage
"Berserkers flesh
from off this page.
"To carry forth
thy Master's will
"And follow through
until the kill."
(laughing)
(growling)
(snarling, growling)
(gasps)
(snarling)
That's it.
(roars)
Now, go. Go fetch.
(roaring, screeching)
All I'm saying is if
I was the one who knew
about a Swiss bank account
in my dad's name,
I would consider
cashing it out.
It's blood money, Jenny.
Nevins said as much.
So give it to charity.
Who knows what's
actually in that account?
Maybe your dad
left a message.
That's what all this
has been about, right?
Figuring out
the riddle wrapped
in an enigma
who was August Corbin.
That's how it started.
I thought maybe
if you showed me the world
you shared with my dad,
I might feel closer to him.
(grunts)
(both laughing)
And?
Well, he's not the one
I feel closer to.
(grunts)
(groaning)
(gasping)
Aah!
Oh, geez, Mills.
I get the hint.
Jenny?
(heart beating)
Hey, Jenny?
Jenny!
Hey!
Jenny!
Jenny...
ABBIE:
And this never happened before?
No, I had some weird dreams
the other night.
Could be related.
No physical changes?
I think I would remember
developing mutant powers.
Look, it's-it's got
to be the Shard.
Her veins were glowing
the same color as the Shard.
I thought
the Shard of Anubis
was a metallic lump.
Oh, it turns out
that was just an outer
casing of some kind.
When Nevins opened it...
ABBIE:
Nevins? Wait a minute!
You guys went and saw Nevins
after I told you to steer clear?
That was my call.
Which I backed.
I told you Nevins is the target
of an active
FBI investigation...
Which is why we got
in and got out.
No harm, no foul.
"No harm."
You could've compromised
everything that we've--
If I may.
Mm.
What was inside the case
after Nevins opened it?
It was a glowing crystal.
And when I took it from him,
it disintegrated.
Did you touch the crystal?
No, just the outer casing.
And Nevins, did he handle it?
Yeah, he-he picked it up.
But he put on a glove.
What you got?
Binding stones.
Very rare,
very powerful artifact
with a singular quality--
they are absorbed
into the body upon contact.
It is a way to directly
transfer mystical energy.
You're saying
I absorbed the Shard?
That it's inside of me?
So it would seem.
Miss Jenny,
mortal beings are not meant to
house this much mystical energy.
It is akin to...
JOE: ...plugging a
high-voltage wire
into child's toy.
It'll fry the circuits.
JENNY:
The Shard...
it's gonna kill me.
♪ ♪
(growling)
(roars)
So, we find a way to get it
out of her, right?
There's got to be
some kind of spell or...
Shard-ectomy we can perform.
CRANE: Very little is known
about binding stones.
It's been centuries since anyone
even recorded seeing one.
For what it's worth,
I feel fine.
I feel awesome,
actually.
Yeah, well, that can
just be temporary.
You know, the way some
terminal patients
feel euphoric just before
they decompensate?
Look, if anybody knows how
to deal with this thing,
it's Nevins.
Nevins is off-limits.
Whoa, okay, I know that this
might cause some problems
with your job, but this is
Jenny we're talking about.
You don't think
that I know that?
What good are you gonna be
to her if you're locked up?
Shh, quiet.
Well, isn't that what you're
supposed to be helping us with,
Agent Mills?
Quiet!
You hear that?
We got company.
(growling)
Lieutenant!
(growling and screeching)
JOE:
Jenny, we got to go!
(screeching roar)
(roaring)
(screeching, snarling)
This way!
(panting)
Those things...
they were unstoppable.
Hitting them seemed
to make them stronger.
Like they fed off the
energy of our attacks.
It's a miracle
we're alive.
No miracle-- Jenny.
I guess being fatally infected
with the power of an ancient
artifact has its pluses.
They just converged on you.
They didn't care about us
at all.
Perhaps drawn
to her energy.
Like moths to a flame.
Or they were
sent for her.
You said it, Crane.
She is the Shard.
Which Nevins is
obsessed with.
You think he might be
controlling these creatures?
JENNY:
Nevins is bad news,
but summoning demonic rage
creatures is way over his head.
Not over Pandora's.
These are precisely
the kind of hellspawn
she's been known
to unleash.
We should've seen this before.
Seen what?
Nevins is working
with Pandora.
Oh, hey, Jenny.
(Jenny sighs)
Sorry.
Just a little woozy.
Let's head to the archives.
♪ ♪
I've got some Web crawlers
that can scour Darknet sites.
If someone out there's
talking about binding stones,
that's where we'll find it.
You're supposed to be resting.
I'm fine.
Besides, it's not the flu.
I don't think rest and
fluids are gonna cut it.
(sighs)
Our lives keep getting
jumbled up in this.
You know,
I worked to separate
my professional life
from the supernatural,
and look what happened.
It literally infected my family.
You always tried so hard to
compartmentalize your life,
let's face it, because
you're a control freak,
but this stuff we're
involved with is messy.
The supernatural is the only
world I've ever known
and if it ends up killing me,
well, I can think
of worse ways to go.
You're not going
anywhere.
Says the control freak.
Uh, apologies.
It's all right,
I get it.
I'm... I'm just amazed
how you guys focus in
on this stuff
when monsters are out there
and people you care about
are hurting.
Indeed.
There is nothing
more frustrating
than the feeling of helplessness
in the face of an unknown foe.
Which is why we
must seize control
whilst we can.
Hmm?
Talk to her.
Right.
What about you?
Get the feeling
it's not just rage monsters
that have you feeling
helpless.
Uh...
I have become well acquainted
with the vicissitudes of life.
(scoffs, quietly):
Oh, come on.
But, yes.
I have become keenly
aware of late that...
I may be fighting a losing
battle... on many fronts.
Against bureaucrats.
Against developers.
Against...
On many fronts.
Well, maybe you should take
your own advice.
Talk to her.
(sighs) Sometimes I just miss
being in the Corps, you know?
You had your mission,
had your orders,
that was all you needed to know.
Oh, yes.
There is a purity
to the mission
of a workaday soldier.
One which, I confess,
I miss as well.
If only we could be
so single-minded all the time.
Hmm.
Single-minded mission.
ABBIE:
You got something, Crane?
Uh...
Here.
"Once summoned and scented
with a quarry,
"they will continue
their pursuit indefinitely
"until the quarry
has been captured.
"It is this single-minded focus
on their mission
"that defines the fearsome
creatures known as...
the Norse berserkers."
Berserkers.
That would explain their
anger-management issues.
Do they have
any weaknesses?
Uh, it says
their strength burgeons
the more you fight them,
as they feed off the energy
of the battle.
They are vulnerable
to one substance--
mistletoe.
Wait, seriously?
Like, as in, "Gosh,
who put that there?
Oh, well, I guess
we should kiss" mistletoe?
Mis...
Mistletoe is known to
have druidic powers.
In fact, Celtic priests would
coat their arrows
in mistletoe sap
before going to battle.
Wait a minute.
Jenny actually showed me
some crossbow bolts
that looked like that.
Hey, Mills, where'd...?
(deep voice):
Behold my glory
for I am coming.
(partiers laughing, talking)
Sorry to keep you waiting.
The bakery accidentally put
peanuts in the cake,
and two fights have broken
out over who's better--
Katy Perry or Taylor Swift.
So...
the Nevins case.
Shouldn't this be
wrapped up by now?
Very close, sir.
Surveillance has yielded
a ton of leads.
But you still don't have
your smoking gun.
No, sir.
Nevins has been
cagier than expected.
I just need
a little more time.
With a few more resources...
I can't divert
any more assets
without attracting
more attention.
How much more
time do you need?
One... two weeks
at the most.
Just make sure this goes
down clean and by the book.
You got eyes
on this one.
Yes, sir.
And by the way, uh,
how's our agent doing?
The, uh, diamond
in the rough?
I have no doubt she'll be one
of the very best in the Bureau.
Good to hear, 'cause there
are eyes on her as well.
(Jenny groans)
How long was I out?
Not long.
You started glowing
like a road flare,
and then you zonked out.
How you feeling?
(groans)
Like I went a couple
rounds with Godzilla.
Mm.
Or Godzilla's meaner brother.
You remember anything?
Not really.
Just a feeling,
like...
like I was someone powerful.
(sighs)
Masonic cell.
Its mystical protections
will keep you
off the berserkers' radar.
Mm.
Where are the guys?
Crane has a theory
on how to track the berserkers,
and he and Joe
are checking it out.
They're gonna need our help.
Mm, okay.
(sighs)
We're just gonna
chill, okay?
ABBY: They'll let us
know if they need us.
And they're armed up with the
mistletoe bolts anyway, so...
You pulled
babysitter duty?
Just like old times.
(both chuckle)
Yep.
(gently): All right.
(sighs)
Just like old times.
You really think
they're here?
If Norse legends
are anything to go by,
the berserkers will
seek out a metal cave,
similar to the mines
of Nidavellir.
To rejuvenate and recalibrate
their tracking senses.
Well... this is the closest
thing Sleepy Hollow's got
to a dark metal cave.
Let's go.
♪ ♪
(motor buzzing)
(buzzing stops)
They're here.
(low snarling)
Crane, behind you!
(berserker snarls)
(growling)
(roars)
What do we do now?
Run.
(snarling, roaring)
Won't hold 'em for long!
Get to the truck! Now!
(snarling)
(engine revving)
ABBIE: Could the texts
have been wrong?
Perhaps. The anecdotal
evidence is overwhelming.
Why didn't the
mistletoe work?
There may have been
a modification
to the ritual used
to summon them.
The only way to know for certain
is to examine Nevins'
source material.
We need to know
what spell he used.
No.
It would take me no more
than a few minutes
to search Nevins' office.
Crane.
Nevins' place is being
surveilled 24-7.
And as it is, Joe and Jenny
may end up before a grand
jury once Nevins is indicted.
Not to mention,
if we keep sticking our nose in,
we'll blow this whole case
for Danny.
Lieutenant, you know
I understand your bind,
and I, more than anyone,
know what it means
to be pulled between two worlds,
but if we do not stop
these monsters...
we cannot risk moving
Miss Jenny anywhere,
even to a hospital.
These creatures will not stop
until we stop them.
But, please, if you know
of any other course of action...
Remember how to use this?
Make sure the door
is not wired for any alarms.
Have Joe show you
the layout of the place.
And get out of there
as fast as you can.
Go.
♪ ♪
(cell phone rings)
(phone beeps)
I've arrived.
No sign of Nevins' automobile.
Got it. Sit tight.
Understood.
(keypad beeping)
(phone line rings)
(beeps)
Ramirez.
This is Mills.
I need you to check out a 10-37
at the Harbor Island shipyards.
Seriously?
Why does port authority
seem to think
every vehicle is suspicious?
I know, it's probably nothing,
but Homeland sent down a memo
about activity on the port.
Does Reynolds
know about this?
We're not supposed
to leave our post.
He's in DC.
I'm on the desk.
Copy that.
Come on, let's go.
(engine starting)
(backup warning beeping)
♪ ♪
(hinges creak)
♪ ♪
(grunts)
Hold still!
No sudden moves.
Unhand me, you scoundrel.
Funny words,
coming from a potential thief.
(grunts)
Do I look like
a common thief,
stealing worms?
No.
You look like the bass player
for some British rock band.
What are you doing here?
At a bait shop?
I'm looking for bait.
You're a fisherman?
Yes.
Monofilament line or fused?
Braided horsehair.
Baited with worm, minnow
or little frog,
just as Izaak Walton
prescribed.
Hmm.
Bait is in this building.
Ah, thank you.
I might ask what
you're doing here,
slamming patrons
up against a wall.
My friend owns this place.
He doesn't like strange people
lurking around the alleyways.
Did you call me "strange"?
Oh, good grief,
how will I ever endure?
Save it.
You don't strike me
as the thin-skinned type.
Word to the wise,
Dr. Strange.
Steer clear.
If we run into each other again,
next time it won't be
so pleasant.
Your pleasantries
need a little work, madam.
(sighs)
How'd it go?
Nothing that could not
be managed.
Complications?
A brief run-in with one
of Nevins' associates.
She was... pugnacious.
Nothing to worry about.
Ah.
Nevins' important belongings
were locked away,
but I managed to
retrieve this.
The spell Nevins cast
was from the Ynglinga saga,
but he changed something.
Whereas the Norse mystics
called upon
the power of Odin,
Nevins invoked
the power of Pandora.
Presumably,
the mystical source
he was tapping
was Pandora's box.
It is slight
but a significant alteration.
And that's why
the mistletoe didn't work.
We have no way of figuring
out their weakness.
We're fighting
an unbeatable enemy.
"When faced with
an unbeatable enemy,
you must make the
enemy beat themselves."
More Sun Tzu?
No.
A thinker of a more Western ilk.
Daniel Boone.
Summer, 1779.
Boonesborough, Kentucky,
was facing an imminent attack
from British
and Hessian forces.
Each army was overwhelming
in its own right,
but combined,
they were unbeatable.
Boone knew his ragtag militia
had no chance
against the joint forces.
He also knew
the British-Hessian alliance
was an uneasy one at best.
(muffled grunting)
(gagging)
(horse whinnies)
(distant gunshots,
men shouting)
He feigned a British attack
on the Hessian encampment,
then did the same
in the British camp.
Of course, before long,
the British and the Hessians
turned on one another
and wiped themselves out.
Boonesborough was saved.
Make the enemy
defeat themselves.
Exactly.
It just might work.
We need Joe's help on this one.
He's back in the Masonic cell
with Jenny.
I'll find the supplies we need.
Lieutenant, do realize
if we do not succeed,
then to all intents and
purposes, this shall be...
Checkmate.
So tell me again how
this plan is supposed to work.
Well, it is
an Abbie-Crane special.
One part history,
one part magic,
whole lotta crazy.
(laughs softly)
Mm.
Sorry, is this
hurting you?
Mm, no.
No, I'm just
a little dizzy.
(sighs)
You know, I spent my whole life
hunting magical artifacts.
Now one of those artifacts
is fighting back.
(chuckles)
Is that karmic
or ironic?
It's neither.
It's gonna be a little footnote
when you tell people the story
about what happened here
years from now.
Oh, yeah?
Who am I gonna tell?
(sighing): Well,
let's see, I don't know.
I mean...
Abbie'll be
running the FBI,
so she's gonna be
kind of tough to reach.
And Crane will be
a college professor,
but he's only gonna
keep office hours,
like, once a week,
so...
What does he teach?
Modern cinema.
(laughing)
Hmm.
So I guess
that leaves me.
(laughs softly)
I guess it does.
You know, Crane told me
I should talk to you.
About what?
About this.
Hey.
Make sure the carabiner's locked
and the tether's tight.
You talk as if I've never
climbed a mountain before.
Right.
I've never climbed
a mountain before.
Here, like this.
(air hisses)
Ready?
Well, it shouldn't be long now.
(snarling)
(snuffling)
(screeching growl)
(snarling)
(berserkers snarling,
screeching, growling)
(snarling)
Good God.
(growling)
Like hyenas.
Hyenas from hell.
(low growling)
Give our regards to Pandora.
So much for
unbeatable enemy.
I gotta give it
to your pal Daniel Boone.
Turning the enemies
against themselves...
so sharp.
Well, despite
his rough-hewn persona,
Boone was as cunning a tactician
as any general.
Mm-hmm!
And I gotta give props
to you, too, Crane,
'cause you put it
all together.
No, no, no.
Props to you, Lieutenant.
(laughs)
It was your idea
more than mine.
"Nothing beats
a good blindside."
Yeah.
Also, you noted
that I've been off
my game of late.
When I pledged my allegiance
to this country in 1776,
I had a very clear vision
of what my future would hold.
Nowhere in that vision
did I imagine waking
in the 21st century,
and yet...
More and more,
I feel this desire
to acculturate.
But the idea of
losing the archives,
of losing my fight
for citizenship
for a country that
I, in part, founded,
the idea of losing you...
...to some wretched
federal promotion to...
I don't know, Dallas
or to Los Angeles or...
Sometimes, it seems as though
the unbeatable enemy
is the 21st century.
Yeah, but the thing is,
Crane...
Joe, me, Jenny...
we are the 21st century.
And every day, we take you
a step further
in that direction.
That is the unbeatable enemy
beating itself.
And we ain't goin' nowhere.
(cocks gun)
Aw, that was beautiful.
I can see you guys are going
through something personal
and I hate to step on
such a lovely moment,
but I got some pressing
issues of my own.
Like where is Jenny Mills?
I told you it wouldn't
work out so well for you
if we met again.
Hmm.
Tell me where Jenny Mills is,
or I start shooting.
What do you want
from her?
I don't want anything from her,
I want her.
See, the energy
from the Shard
is very important
to someone I work for,
and it's vital I get it back.
Pandora.
No.
Someone who makes Pandora
look like a homeroom teacher.
And he will
be here soon,
so give me Jenny Mills!
You've got five seconds.
I'm sorry, kid, this
is nothing personal.
Ah, screw you.
(chuckles)
NEVINS:
You are definitely
August Corbin's son.
Five!
Wait, now. Hold on.
Four.
Don't tell 'em anything, Abbie.
ABBIE: No, no, no...
Three. Two.
Drop the gun, Atticus!
Sophie Foster, FBI!
Now drop the gun.
You traitorous bitch...
(gunshot)
(shouts)
Six months
on this mission,
and I blow my cover now.
Reynolds is gonna lose it.
Reynolds knows about you?
Knows? This is his op.
My role in this
investigation
was strictly need-to-know.
Only inner circle.
He didn't tell you.
SOPHIE:
All right, I'm taking him in.
See what we can salvage.
Listen, you better
find your sister.
Nevins sent the who's who
of bad guys after her,
and there's no telling who's
still out there. All right?
Let's go.
Come on.
Jenny?
She's not here.
It's crazy.
I locked her in
before I left.
CRANE:
This lock
has been broken from the inside.
ABBIE:
Crane.
CRANE: These drawings...
they match Miss Jenny's
description of her vision.
ABBIE:
What do they mean?
CRANE:
I cannot say.
But clearly,
her condition is worsening.
Guys, where is she?
♪ ♪
(whooshing, rumbling)
(rumbling continues)
(whooshing)
(rumbling stops)
♪ ♪
Kneel.
Behold my glory.
I have arrived.
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