♪ ♪
Crane?
Joe?
Jenny?
♪ ♪
We're not in Kansas anymore,
are we?
♪ ♪
I found my way
out of purgatory.
Back from the 1700s.
There has got to be
a way out of here.
♪ ♪
PANDORA: In moments like these,
I can sense the beauty
this world once possessed.
HIDDEN ONE: These lands
find the favor of your gaze.
Upon these fields,
these hills, these seas,
we shall bring a reign
of blood and terror
until all mortals
swear their fealty.
You make it sound
so lovely.
Mm.
Perhaps we should
retire to our abode.
No need to travel.
(loud rumbling)
(gasps softly)
My love,
without your powers
at their height,
to move our home, the exertion.
Worth it to bring you joy.
Soon I shall be restored
to all that I ever was
and more.
The beacon we set,
its signal travels
far and wide.
All the aberrations of evil
that wander the Earth...
awake...
and come hither.
(thunder rumbling)
Oh, wait. Guys.
Oh, my cell phone,
I left it on top.
Go ahead and
order me a beer.
Or two. Or nine.
(laughs)
(engine starts)
(stones clattering)
(growls softly)
(roaring)
(man screaming)
SOPHIE: Must cost more
than a few silver spoons
to send your kid here.
Yeah, I bet.
No movement
on the Nevins escape?
Escape, disappearance,
abduction?
Close to a month, and we still
don't even know
what went down that day.
Yeah, well, an agent
I respect once told me
the best way to keep
your head in the game
is to keep it in the game.
Yeah?
What are we looking at?
Thanks.
This place is on the
National Historic Registry.
The men working on it
are government employees.
One of them fell to
his death last night.
Question is: was it suicide
or was he pushed?
Any witnesses?
Rest of the crew went out
for an after-shift beer.
SOPHIE:
Cuts and bruises.
Like he was bludgeoned
with a blunt instrument.
Examiner thinks he may have hit
the sides of the tower
on his way down.
Something not
adding up?
You could say that.
(doorbell rings)
Hey, good morning.
Everything all right?
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah. Sorry.
No, I'm actually, uh,
I'm off duty.
I was just, uh, wondering
if I could have
a minute of your time.
You already got that.
(chuckles)
Uh, my name's Joe Corbin.
I'm applying to the Good
Neighbor Next Door program.
New York state offsets
the price of a home
by about 50% for,
you know, teachers, cops..
EMTs. I get the picture.
JOE: Yeah, anyway, so I was
just looking at a place
down the street, uh,
knocking on some doors,
seeing what people think
of the neighborhood.
EZRA: Mostly families
around here,
good school districts,
you know.
JOE:
Oh, no, it's just me.
I'm not married or
anything, so, uh...
(conversation continues
indistinctly)
What street did you say
you were thinking of buying on?
JOE: Um, actually, no,
I-I didn't say, actually.
But you know what?
I don't want to take up
too much of your time.
You've already been
more than helpful.
Thank you so much, Mr., uh...
Uh, Mills. Ezra Mills.
Mr. Mills. Thank you.
Yeah.
JOE:
Why wouldn't you tell me
that it was
your father's place?
JENNY: I thought it would
throw you off your game.
No, you thought
that if you told me,
I would've suggested that you
knock on the door yourself.
I knew you'd say that.
Well, no, you didn't,
because you didn't give me
the opportunity to say it.
Fine.
Look, you trust me
to have your back
when we go up
against monsters.
I hope you know you can trust me
with what's going on in here.
Oh, I know. I...
I do know that.
It's just,
knowing and doing
are two different things.
We're both very new at this.
We're doing
our best, right?
Yeah. And for the record,
I would've told you
to knock on the door yourself.
Aha.
(laughs)
Ah! Built to
your specifications,
Miss Jenny.
Seven foot high,
six wide, two deep.
Solid oak, yew pegs.
We just bought
that lumber this morning.
Compared to barn raising,
this is child's play.
And time is of the essence.
Yeah, according
to accounts I dug up
from the spiritualist movement
of the 1850s,
we need to take advantage
of a planetary syzygy.
Syzygy.
A word I used to win
perhaps the finest round
of Scrabble I ever played.
It's not English,
it's a failed sneeze.
CRANE:
Triple word score.
Haters gonna hate.
Okay. So this is, like,
a Lion, Witch and Wardrobe
thing?
CRANE:
Actually, more of a
"locate the lieutenant
in oblivion" kind of thing.
This is a spirit cabinet,
meant to enable
astral projection.
You enter a fugue state,
and your spirit is free
to travel across
different planes of reality.
Miss Jenny believes it may be
a way to find
the lieutenant in the void
between this world
and... others.
The locator glyph
calls for three totems
from the family
of the person you seek.
Grace Dixon's journal,
which belonged to my mother,
a necklace
that Abbie gave to me, and...
this is my father's.
Don't ask.
Well...
No, wait.
I should be the one to go.
Abbie sacrificed herself
to save me.
No, Miss Jenny.
Your familial bond
notwithstanding,
you yourself told me that our
shared connection as Witnesses
means I am
the lieutenant's best chance.
When I fall into the trance,
draw the curtains
to complete the ritual.
(clears throat)
"Soul, be free
of its shackles.
"Spirit,
"roam where you will.
"While body rests here
in safe embrace,
let the spirit
to its target race."
It's faint, but it's there.
His astral form
has left his body.
If all goes to plan,
he should be on his way
to wherever Abbie is.
Find her, Crane.
Bring her home.
♪ ♪
Okay, so the candle flame's
a tether?
Once it burns all the way down,
it'll draw his astral form back.
And he'll have time to find her?
There's no guarantees.
(knocking on door)
Hey, sorry to, uh,
show up unannounced.
I'm looking for Crane.
Tried his phone,
but got no answer.
Is he around?
Uh... yes and no.
He's released his astral form
on a journey to find Abbie.
His what now?
JENNY: Let's just say
we can give him a message
when he gets back.
Yeah, well,
there's a case I'm on,
and I might have one of
those things that he deals with
that needs dealing with.
By "thing," you mean
a creature thing?
Right now it's more of a hunch.
That map you found,
the one that showed
all the monsters
headed to Sleepy Hollow,
I figured maybe this had
something to do with that.
Well, with Crane out of pocket
and Abbie still missing,
Joe and I are kind of
holding down the fort,
so why don't you tell us
what you know,
and we'll look into it.
It's probably better
if I just show you.
SOPHIE: In the background
of a crime scene photo,
three Gargoyles, right?
But look at this.
There's a fourth right here.
JOE:
Maybe they took one down.
They are doing
a renovation, right?
I now live in a world where
Gargoyles might come alive.
I figured Crane and Abbie
might have
dealt with something like this.
Not that I can think of.
But I can tell you
what they'd do.
Crane would head back
to the archives,
he'd pull a whole stack of books
and learn everything he could
about Gargoyles.
Abbie would drink
a ton of coffee
and find some detail,
and Crane would do
that thing with his hands.
"I've seen this before,
Lieutenant."
And he'd think
of a historic detail.
Not any history you think
you'd know; it'd be like,
"George Washington
was a zombie."
"Ben Franklin had
a demon key to purgatory."
And, what, Jefferson
was a hologram?
He told you about that?
Forget it.
Moving on.
You said Abbie profiled
creatures, right?
And that's not
a bad idea.
The obvious question is:
how did it wake up,
and how do we stop it?
Stone Manor,
stone creature.
Finding out who built
the tower and when
might give us some clues.
We can get the date
and place of origin
off the cornerstone.
This tower was most likely once
part of the Cathedral de Rouen.
And you know
that how?
My parents were
archaeologists.
For a while, I considered
going into the field.
Saint-Cyr granite.
Mostly used by French craftsmen.
Hand-carved
in the baroque style.
So 17th century.
You had me
at French craftsmen.
Reynolds said this place was
historic; he wasn't kidding.
This tower was relocated
from Europe, stone by stone.
And maybe the Gargoyle
came with it.
We can get more information
in the cathedral's library.
Let's start there.
Your turn.
Oh, really? Call it a night?
In a place
where there is no night?
(chuckles)
That's check and mate, Crane.
Better luck next time.
CRANE:
Lieutenant...
Lieutenant.
Crane?
CRANE:
Lieutenant.
Crane!
(panting)
All in your head.
It is all in your head, Abbie.
Okay.
Your move.
CRANE: Queen to knight four,
Lieutenant.
Queen-knight defense.
What is this?
CRANE:
I'm close.
I need help for the last
bit of the journey.
What do I do?
Our bond, hold it
in your mind.
Our partnership.
(whispers): Please be real,
please be real, please be real.
Please let this be real.
Oh, it is a relief to find you
hale and hearty, Lieutenant.
I knew you were alive.
I'm afraid I am here
in spirit form only.
An astral projection.
It was Miss Jenny's idea.
With the assistance
of Master Corbin.
We never surrendered
hope, Lieutenant.
Over the past few weeks,
we've searched high and low.
"Weeks"?
I've been here
ten months, Crane.
(sighs)
Is everything all right,
my love?
(sighs)
The effort it took
to move our home.
(sighs)
These paltry trifles
I am reduced to summoning.
Your power will return.
And with it, your omnipotence.
The Eye
was in my grasp.
Then that Witness took it...
and fled into the Catacombs.
And I cannot follow
to retrieve what is mine.
Clearly I cannot
use the same method
by which I brought
you forth.
But there may be another route.
The Witness has found a path
to reach his other half
and in turn provided me a way
to retrieve
what she took from you.
Excellent.
Once the Eye is in my hands,
we shall make those mortals pay
for what they've done.
The sun has not set,
it has not moved in the sky
since I arrived here.
Once my phone died,
I had no way of
telling time,
so... (chuckles)
Takes roughly 12 hours
for the sand to pour out.
Two sleeve-fulls equals a day.
304. Ten months.
What did you do for sustenance?
Strange.
It's like I don't need
to eat, drink or sleep.
Problem isn't hunger.
It's monotony.
I have, uh, spent most
of my time exploring,
searching for a way out,
mapping the place best I could.
There is powerful magic
at work here, Lieutenant.
These hieroglyphs
are remarkably similar
to the Sumerian I found
on our ancient tablet.
I cannot tell you how many times
I wished you were here
to help me decipher them.
Thank you, Crane.
For never giving up on me.
I only did as I knew you would
had our roles been reversed.
I just wish
I could have come sooner.
Funny thing is it's like
you've been here the whole time.
I talk to you, Crane.
Not you you, of course,
but, you know,
I know what you would say
and how you would say it,
and it's nice to have someone
to talk to, play chess with.
Do not worry, I haven't
completely lost it.
Not yet anyway.
JENNY: The French General
Lafayette's will stipulated
his papers remain here
under the sign of the cross.
Nothing about Gargoyles?
It's almost conspicuous
in its absence.
It's a dead end.
Hold on.
This guy was a
marquis, right?
Educated at the
finest universities.
Not that my French
is perfect,
but there are some
odd word choices here
and verbs conjugated
incorrectly.
Let me see that.
You don't
speak French.
Uh, no, but I can
spot a pattern.
So I'll just take a look.
Thanks.
Here.
It's subtle, but look.
This was written
in two slightly different
tones of blue ink.
It's a cipher.
JENNY:
There's another narrative here,
hidden right inside
the correspondence.
Here, I can
translate it.
"I had arranged to meet
"my contact
with the colonial forces
"at a courtyard
near the Rouen Bell Tower--
"Betsy Ross,
General Washington's attaché--
"where we were to pledge
our commitment
"to the Americans in
their battle for independence.
"But the British had unleashed
a creature out of myth
"to end our new alliance.
"La Gargouille,
"an evil beast
of living stone,
"hunted us through the grounds
of the cathedral.
His sole purpose was to
stop us before we succeeded."
(growling)
(roars)
This way, quickly!
(roars)
SOPHIE:
Wait, that's it?
What happened to Lafayette?
Betsy Ross?
That's all there is.
JOE: Crane usually
fills in the rest.
Well, her mission
must have succeeded,
despite General Howe
siccing a monster on them.
Lafayette and the French forces
joined the Colonials
against the British.
They must've found a way to turn
the creature back to stone.
So how do we do the same?
Well, Abbie and Crane
usually take a lesson
from the past
and use it to find clues
to help with the present.
That's great, but they aren't
here right now; we are.
Yeah, and we're
working through it.
Okay, I'm just gonna...
(sighs)
Come on, just try...
Joe, I'm fine.
Okay.
These tell a story
of a powerful deity
whose name is
forever hidden.
I think we know the one.
It says
he will appear to his followers
in this very temple.
"His power incarnate,
"flowing from the Eye
upon his staff,
and opening a pathway
between worlds."
The Eye of Providence.
That's how I got here.
CRANE:
Right. There must be a way
to revive it, so that we can
use it to get back to our world.
If I bring it back,
I'll be giving
the Hidden One what he wants.
Wait, wait, wait.
This cutlass.
I've seen this cutlass before.
Impossible.
I found it here.
No.
There's no mistaking it,
Lieutenant.
This belonged to Betsy Ross.
PANDORA:
Nothing left but a ruin.
Shame what's become
of this place.
In its day,
it was glorious.
Sorry, dearest.
This is my astral form.
Like your fellow Witness,
I have projected it here.
No need for
a spirit cabinet though
when your husband is a god.
He's a monster.
And you are a very close second.
What do you want?
Nothing from you.
You're searching
for a way out, and yes,
the Eye is the key.
I can show you how,
for a price.
Bring us
the Eye, Witness,
and you can go back home.
We're not going
to give it to you.
There's nothing
that you can do...
in your astral form.
You are so smart.
You're too smart
for your own good.
No, I can't touch you.
(gasps)
No!
But I can touch him.
What have you done?
I've cut you loose.
Now you'll float free
for all eternity.
A lost and silent soul.
Unless you give me
what I want.
Tick-tock.
(roars)
(engine starts)
Some kind of wild animal.
Up in the tower.
Okay, we've got it handled.
Go, go.
The creature.
It's here.
Follow my lead.
There, on the ledge.
(gunshots)
It's on the move!
Stay sharp.
(growling)
(roars)
Hey! Here!
No, wait, wait! The Abbey!
Lafayette thought
the sign of the cross
could keep the creature away.
Hallowed ground.
It's worth a shot.
Go, run! I'll cover you!
JOE:
Go!
(roars)
JENNY:
Go!
(growling)
SOPHIE: You really think
that's gonna stop him?
The Gargoyle, he can't
come onto consecrated ground.
For now. That thing
is still out there.
Yes, but we isolated a weakness.
We can go on the offensive.
Okay, if hallowed ground
hurts the thing...
Then we take what we can
from this place
and we weaponize it.
Hey, holy water could work.
We'll take one of the pews,
rip it up and make stakes
and pikes.
Hold on.
You want to toss water
on a Gargoyle
and hope it's allergic?
No, I got a
better idea.
Okay? We... we turn it to stone
with no magic involved.
The restoration crew left
their mixer out there.
We can use that, too.
We already have a plan.
What is the issue?
We are on the same side,
so why the static?
JOE:
Everybody just-just
take a second, all right?
Look, maybe we should
hear her out.
Are you kidding me right now?
Look, I know it's been...
it's been a really
weird day for you.
I get it, believe me.
But we need to throw everything
we got at this thing.
PANDORA: There is still a chance
to save your fellow Witness.
I can show you
how to use the Eye to return.
But you'd rather die than
give us what we need.
Noble.
But there are fates
worse than death, Abbie.
A month has passed
in the world,
yet here in
the Catacombs,
time has flown
ten times as fast.
How long will you be able
to stand the solitude?
There have been moments
where I thought I would go mad.
And there may be a day
in the future where I do.
So...
...for that reason...
I will do this.
(grunts)
No.
In chess,
we call that move a sacrifice.
On the face,
it presents a loss,
but in the end,
gives tactical superiority.
You despicable creature.
You enjoy that superiority
while you rot in this prison
for all eternity!
(thunder rumbling softly)
Coast is clear.
Give me a minute or two
to get it started,
all right?
Roger that.
It's the right
plan, Jenny.
I hope so.
We're betting the farm on it.
Joe.
That thing with my dad
this morning--
it's not that I don't trust you.
It's just that I've been
keeping people
at arm's length for so long.
Stick with it, okay?
You try and stop me.
(water sloshing)
Okay.
You know,
I had an ex-boyfriend
like that.
Lots of attitude,
head full of rocks.
Start, start.
(engine starts)
Ha!
Hey, ugly!
(growls)
Over here!
(roars)
Come on, big guy.
Just a little bit closer.
(shrieks)
Grab my hand!
JOE:
Hey!
(engine stops)
(cement crackles)
We did good.
Yeah.
All of us.
Yeah.
♪ ♪
You made your move.
Live with it!
CRANE (echoing):
Lieutenant.
Is that you, Crane?
CRANE:
Lieutenant.
Guess it won't matter much...
in the end.
Broken record, Crane.
What?!
I meant what I said before.
You're always here with me.
Ever since we first met.
There's no explaining it.
Two people could not be
any more different,
but we work things out together.
I know exactly
what you would say.
"Come now, Lieutenant.
"If there is an eternity
before us,
let's face it
with chin held high."
You said this cutlass
belongs to Betsy Ross, Crane?
"Indeed, Lieutenant.
"If she left her weapon here,
was she once
captive here herself?"
Or did she escape?
There is something here.
I know it.
This knife was left there
for a reason.
What have I missed?
"Something made these marks,
Lieutenant."
Not a blade.
(gasps)
A rope!
The knife was used as a stay
to support the rope
around the stump.
And lower someone...
into the well.
Crane!
Still there?
CRANE:
Lieutenant.
It's you.
I know you are still with me.
And if this is the way out,
then you come with me.
You said that Jenny and you
used totems
to help find me.
Now just use me.
If I get out of here...
(panting)
...so will you.
Stay with me, Crane.
CRANE:
Lieutenant!
ABBIE: Stay with me, Crane.
Lieutenant!
ABBIE:
I need you.
CRANE:
Hold fast, Abigail Mills.
PANDORA: How does that feel,
to know that you're alone now?
ABBIE:
Crane!
(gasps)
(birds chirping)
(jet engine whooshing
in distance)
Oh, thank God.
The candle's out.
He should be awake.
It's the same as when we left.
His body's here,
but his spirit isn't.
What? That makes zero sense.
The candle was supposed to be
a tether. It should've...
should've
snapped him back.
It was cut.
Abbie.
You.
Mmm.
You, your plan worked.
(laughs)
Crane found me.
I was trapped in this place;
Pandora called it the Catacombs.
Pandora was there?
Crane and I were
working on a way out.
She appeared
and cut his tether.
She cut it?
Mm-hmm.
That means he's
still out there,
alone.
No, not alone. Not ever.
He was supposed
to follow me back.
I told you to stay
with me, Crane.
That we would make it out
together.
(gasping)
Lieutenant.
Oh, thank heavens.
That was strange.
I was awake
but dreaming.
I was here but-but not here.
In the darkness,
lost...
...I heard your voice.
I followed it.
We made it.
Indeed.
I... Oh, no, no,
no, no, no.
Slow.
In the Catacombs,
I didn't get a
chance to tell you.
Your move to counter
my queen's knight four,
that was a false gambit.
I'd have outfoxed
you handily.
(chuckles)
Do not start.
(laughs)
Did you find the Witness?
What of the Eye of Providence?
I'm sorry, my love.
It was dormant.
The Witness...
she destroyed it.
At every step
these mortals confound us!
The beacon.
It wakes the creatures,
but they do not come.
I thirst, Pandora.
I hunger.
It causes me pain.
The beacon is too slow,
too weak.
It needs to be bolstered,
charged.
Many years ago,
you gave to me
of your power,
raised me to your side.
You would offer that to me?
I failed you.
Let this be
my punishment,
my shame.
Take what you need.
(rumbling, whooshing)
(gasping)
(exhales)
(crying softly)
(rumbling, whooshing)
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