(brakes squeak)
(engine stops)
Pretty creepy, huh?
(laughs)
Oh, yeah.
I am shaking in my boots.
(chuckles)
Mm... okay.
It's a first date.
You know, so let's maybe
slow our roll a little.
What's the fun in that?
It's the "minding
my boundaries
and personal comfort"
sort of fun.
Come on.
What'd you think we
came out here to do?
Wait, I'm not,
I'm not kidding.
Stop! What the hell
are you doing?!
Whatever the hell I want.
(grunting)
Stop!
(grunting)
(man grunting, blows landing)
(growls)
You saved my life.
Who are you?
I have to know. Please.
(hisses)
(growling)
God, what the hell are you?
(growling)
No, no!
No, please, no!
(screams)
♪ ♪
No luck
in the land of Nod?
Not tonight.
Or last night.
I had hoped
your hiatus from the FBI
would help facilitate your rest,
not hinder it.
Don't worry.
I just getting acclimated
to normal life.
I didn't eat or
sleep for a year.
Time was a
flat circle.
I'm pretty sure this is just par
for the post-Catacombs course.
We have not yet
had an opportunity to discuss
your hardships there.
(snoring)
And the...
Please, Lieutenant.
(laughs)
This is it.
You're looking at it.
Painstaking boredom.
You're my Wilson.
Which is why it's a
little bit upsetting
that you killed
all my houseplants.
Yes.
Now, let it be known
that in my time
I have cultivated
medicinal herb gardens,
myriad vegetable patches
and, in fact,
once even an entire
orchard of monkey puzzle,
and not one of them
has been
as recondite
as your spiderwort variation.
Two words, Crane: Miracle-Gro.
In all candor, Lieutenant,
whilst you were away,
I spent every waking hour
endeavoring to bring you home.
All other responsibilities
fell by the wayside,
horticulture not excluded.
That's pretty depressing.
Yes.
(laughs)
Yes, it is.
Oh, I have an idea.
Perhaps in a couple of hours,
we could go to the nursery
and pick up some
replacement greenery.
Ah, and if we're brisk,
we could make it
to Colonial Times
for their Early Burr special.
I think that
I want to take a run.
There's a trail I found
that, uh, Jenny and I
used to walk as kids.
Uh, Lieutenant...
I know your transition home
is a trying one.
But believe me,
it will grow easier.
I'll see you in a couple hours.
Yes.
(door closes)
(birds chirping,
indistinct chatter)
Oh.
Ms. Corinth,
what a pleasant surprise.
Gosh, it's been, uh...
heavens,
a whole fortnight
since last we spoke.
Two and a half
fortnights, actually.
But who's counting?
And what brings
you here?
Uh, we're planting merrybells
for an inner-city
historical restoration.
Oh.
You?
Oh, just decorating
the home.
I'm afraid I rather neglected
my housemate's flora,
and they perished.
That is what happens
when you ignore things.
Miss Corinth...
Zoe.
Just... call me Zoe,
like a normal human being.
Miss Zoe, I...
Zoe.
Zoe...
I owe you the most
profound apologies.
During our courtship,
my partner went missing.
Or, rather, she took
a leave of absence...
Look, all you needed to do
was give me a call.
Send me a text.
I'm a big girl.
I can take it.
I really didn't think
you were the ghosting type.
Well, no, I try not to be.
But they always seem to find
their way into my path.
I have no idea what that means.
I'm gonna go, okay?
And if you're
taking suggestions,
I'd exchange those ferns
for some cacti.
Very low-maintenance.
(sighs)
(panting)
What?! I know exactly
what you would say!
"Come now, Lieutenant."
PANDORA: Just one long,
endless day, hammering away
at you until you go mad.
(panting)
(phone ringing)
Yeah. I know.
I owe you a call.
REYNOLDS:
Want to make it up to me?
Thanks for doing this.
You know I wouldn't ask you here
if it wasn't important.
But three double homicides
in one week, all torn to shreds.
Yeah, I'm happy to look.
It's the least I can do after
quitting so abruptly
and leaving town.
A heads-up would've been nice.
I was worried about you.
Next time, I will reach out.
You got a pen?
Doug Frank and Krissy Kowalick,
both killed and dismembered
by the car.
As you can see,
the slashing is precise
but also swift, haphazard,
full of rage.
It's like a crime of passion,
but that doesn't add up.
Yeah, that's the weird part.
The act seems personal, but
the pattern's pathological.
Even with a cloudy M.O.,
the methodology's consistent:
couples, at night,
always these gruesome,
rage-like gashes.
And puncture wounds.
There's two different
weapons here.
Yeah, but only one set
of boot prints
that don't match the victims.
Whew. Big guy.
Six-three, six-four,
240, 250 pounds.
Using an axe
and a spear.
(growling)
You onto something?
I'm sorry, Danny.
I'm not ready for this.
Can you put Agent
Foster on it?
She's really good.
She is,
but she's not you.
Well, she's the one
currently under your employ,
so she'll have
to suffice.
I never handed in
your resignation.
What?
What you did was
rash and illegal.
I wanted to give you time
to clear things up,
quietly, internally.
Abs, I've made mistakes
in the past.
I've regretted all of them.
You know what I'm regretting?
Coming here in the first place.
Look, you know how bad this is.
I know you do.
I need you here.
I need time, Danny.
After which, I could begin
to entertain the idea
of even coming back to work.
Possibly.
I'm sorry.
Hey.
This isn't one of those
typical serial killers, is it?
Meet me in the Archives
in an hour.
(sighs)
Hey. You sitting down?
Oh, no.
I am standing the length
of two men, Lieutenant.
For I am bringing
the desert climate
to our Mid-Atlantic abode.
It is nonsensical,
it is quite unnatural,
and yet, because I want it,
it is so.
The beauty of America.
And...
how was your jaunt?
Interrupted. Reynolds called me
down to a crime scene.
Is this the sitting down part?
Yeah. There have been
three double homicides
in the past week.
All couples, all with
very specific wound patterns:
clean amputations,
puncture stabs.
You're describing lacerations
made by the halberd blade.
And only one set of boot prints
belonging to a big, hulking guy.
Do you know what that means?
The Kindred has returned
to Sleepy Hollow.
♪ ♪
The Kindred has finally
heeded the call
of your bounty's beacon.
He is the last remnant
of the dark pale rider of Death.
He will be a great lieutenant
to fight by my side.
PANDORA: Yes, we
were fortunate
to find the Kindred.
Ignored by his tormentors
and left to wander
the Earth alone.
I'm sure he's eager to serve.
HIDDEN ONE:
You seem sad, my beauty.
Careworn.
Tell me what ails you.
I am not yet at full power.
My bounty, it's destroyed.
I, too, am disappointed
at its diminished power.
Its weakened signal has
caused the Kindred's delay.
But be patient.
He will come.
No, this is different.
That box has been
my sole companion
for over 4,000 years.
I don't know why I care
so to part with it,
but I do.
I remember the very first time
I laid eyes upon you.
Enslaved by humanity,
a mute in chains.
I loved you then,
as I love you now.
You may share
the essence of humanity
the mortals
that surround us do...
...but you are no mere mortal.
Your bounty is
of no consequence.
SOPHIE: So you raised
a monster with the help
of a witch coven
and Benjamin Franklin
to defeat the Headless Horseman?
ABBIE: Correct.
Because the Kindred has
the Horseman of Death's head
and is therefore
just as powerful?
Precisely.
And you thought this was
a good idea because...
At the time, this
Franklinstein had our backs.
He was an unlucky ally
in the war against evil.
However, he has returned
with a wholly new purpose,
the designs for which
can only be explained
by one cause.
Pandora and
the Hidden One.
They've summoned him
for their own devices.
Okay, what can I do?
Because I'm feeling useless.
And if what you're
saying is true,
this thing won't stop killing.
You can help.
You can engage your resources
at the Bureau.
Crane's right; we have
to attack this at every angle.
You're working
surveillance tonight?
Can you look for locations
that fit the bill?
Romantic date spots, outdoors,
little-to-no witnesses.
Yeah. All right, I'll start
narrowing it down.
Thank you.
Yep.
Handwoven leather thread?
Used to sew together
disparate parts of the Kindred.
I bet I can guess
who made this.
(door opens)
Franklin, I will eat my bodkin
if I have to braid
one more of these blasted
Kindred threads.
Haven't I been punished enough?
Forgive me.
Pardon me, I thought you were...
Benjamin Franklin?
No, I'm afraid not.
Though I was to have
an assembly with him
here at a quarter
past 12:00.
Good luck. I've been waiting
to see him since noon.
Ah.
Mr. Franklin will
not be coming.
What makes you so certain?
Given how little he
leaves to chance,
I'd wager this is
his idiosyncratic way
of introducing us
as new mission partners.
That's assuming
you do more
than mere plain-
work, Miss Ross.
My name is Ichabod Crane.
The Oxford boy.
For mercy's sake, Mr. Crane,
if I may be blunt,
I have no need
for a counterpart.
And the last thing I want
is to be responsible
for some trigger-happy
revolutionary
or, in your case,
a rebellious bookworm.
I'm quite capable, thank you.
And your roster
of former partners suggests
I'm to be a moderating
influence to you,
not the other
way around.
The mission for tomorrow night
requires a Masonic Code.
I'm quite confident
that is why you were called.
Meet me outside the Ridotto
Theatre tomorrow evening.
8:00.
Very good.
ABBIE: "Academiae Philadel,
in Pensilvania."
Now, why would Betsy Ross
have a UPenn notebook?
Oh, actually,
that was Franklin's.
He founded the medical school,
the first and only
in the Colonies.
Here.
Franklin's notes, coded in
his own alphabet, of course.
During and after
the Kindred failure,
Franklin experimented
with Kindred proxies--
undead creations
of bricolage soldiers
that he brought to life
without the Kindred's
immortality.
He wanted to study
these beasts, so if he
ever found a piece of Death
that would allow him to raise
the formidable Kindred,
he'd know how to control it.
Alas, this yielded no results.
Mm.
Or maybe he just
hid it very carefully.
Those are his results.
Yeah.
Oh, Lieutenant.
"Moderating Influences
for Kindred Proxies.
"First, the Kindred
is a creature of habit.
"When left alone,
Kindred proxies
return to familiar places--
"burial sites,
resurrection localities.
Sec..."
"Second,
"the Kindred can be
soothed, even guided by
"calming vibrations,
most effectively transmitted
through a glass harmonica."
Right. When did you learn
to read Franklin?
You were abroad
for a year, and I got bored.
What's this
glass harmonica thing?
An instrument Franklin invented
for parties, festivities...
and, evidently,
Kindred lullabies.
We can get Jenny and Joe on it,
see if they
can track down
Franklin's
glass harmonica,
use it to draw the Kindred
into some...
TBD death trap.
And in the meantime,
you and I shall see
if our creature of habit
has visited his burial site
in the depths
of the tunnels.
Hell yeah.
(chuckles softly)
Uh, do you have light?
Jen.
Huh?
This is your dad's lighter.
So what?
So it's weird enough
that we stole this from
him in the first place,
not to mention
the fact that
you're carrying around
a Zippo from the '90s
when you got a flashlight
on your phone.
We steal stuff
all the time.
We're stealing
stuff right now.
Ezra was just another guy who
had something that we needed,
and you're right,
we don't need it anymore.
So, do you mind?
Okay. Okay.
Awesome.
All right, got it?
(phone chimes)
Walking and texting?
You have officially
assimilated.
Ah. 'Tis Ms. Corinth.
She wishes to meet up
so she can recover a book
that she allowed
me to borrow.
Which is a very good sign,
is it not?
It isn't, actually.
It's a bad sign.
Crane, you have every
book imaginable.
If she lent you something,
it was to bond with you.
And now she wants it back
because I've spoiled
what bond we had.
Mm.
I was very fond of her,
Lieutenant.
I know you were.
Just bad timing.
He's been here, all right.
A lot of killers collect
items from their victims
to try to stay
connected to them.
But this-- oh--
feels different, like he's
trying to understand something.
Lieutenant.
ABBIE: Since when
does the Kindred write?
Since when does he care to?
Franklin's list
of moderating influences.
A creature of habit
who returns to his origins--
that means home.
Vibrations from
a glass harmonica--
that can only mean...
Music, relaxation therapy.
These are moderating influences
for people, not monsters.
And the rage
behind the killings.
The anger, the pain,
longing, emotions.
The Kindred isn't just
turning evil.
He's turning human.
(bells jingling)
(horses whinny)
(laughs)
(growls)
(chattering quietly, laughing)
(growling)
(gasps) No!
(shrieking)
(gunshots)
Come on, come on.
(growling)
(snaps fingers)
(horse neighing)
(hoofbeats approaching)
Hey. Good call, Mills.
Geographical monster profiling
set me on the right trail
at the park.
I see why Reynolds
can't let you go.
Well, he might
feel differently if he knew
that I'd created a monster.
CRANE:
Human.
According to Franklin's
uncharacteristically
vague notes,
these creations,
over time, develop
unique human traits,
personality, emotions.
We believe the Kindred
is killing couples
because he's envious of the love
and connection
that he cannot have.
Problem now
is that even if we had
a way of killing him...
We cannot simply destroy
a semi-conscious being.
We raised the Kindred in the
absence of decency and morals.
'Tis our responsibility
to end this humanely.
I get that you guys feel guilty,
but whether this is
a monster, a human
or something in between,
it is killing innocent people.
We got to get
a hold on it.
The Masonic Cell.
It worked
for the Horseman of Death.
We can use the glass harmonica
to draw the Kindred inside.
One of Franklin's more obnoxious
hobbies was rewriting the lyrics
of beloved songs to show
how they'd hindered the melody.
To illustrate his point,
he composed a variation
of the Charles Wesley hymn,
"Come, Thou Almighty King."
"Come, Thou Almighty Kin."
As in "Kindred."
(laughs)
This is the summoning tune.
(organ music playing)
Look, I am just saying,
grabbing a cup
of coffee with the guy
wouldn't be
the end of the world.
I don't want to have a
latte with my deadbeat dad.
Why are you
fixating on this?
(sighs)
Because I did
the exact same thing.
The whole week
before I deployed,
I was crashing
on a friend's couch,
and I timed it so that
I went home and packed my bag
when my dad was out on duty.
I mean, do you know
what I'd give
to see him, talk to him,
even, like, for a second?
Just about anything
in the world.
I'm sorry, Joe.
No, no.
I don't... I don't
want you to be sorry.
I just... want you to,
like, put your ego aside
for half a second
and talk to the guy.
We went through
this already.
Abbie doesn't want
to talk to him.
Oh, Jen, I mean, you can't
use Abbie as an excuse
not to have a relationship
with your father.
This is your life.
You got to live it
for yourself.
(sighs) Let's give
this thing a whirl.
All right.
(clears throat)
(glass harmonica playing melody)
(chuckles)
Yeah.
Six years of piano lessons.
I could've been shredding
on a glass harmonica.
Missed opportunity.
Hey, Crane?
We need the sheet music
for the summoning tune.
Oh, zounds.
'Tis in the Archives.
I shall have it
in a shaking of a lamb's tail.
Well done,
Professor Crane, you fool.
(clears throat)
Zoe.
Hi.
Good evening.
Uh... what are
you doing here?
Uh, figuring out
a time to meet was becoming
more of a production
than the meeting itself,
so I thought I'd just
swing by and grab it.
My book?
Your book.
Of course. Uh...
What was it
called again?
A People's History
by Howard Zinn?
Of course it was.
Um... right.
I... don't know exactly
where your book is... exactly,
and, uh, the long
and short of it is,
I'm a little preoccupied
at the moment.
With what?
You're alone in the Archives,
literally doing nothing.
Yes, I can understand why
you would think that, but I...
Zoe, I am, uh...
It's very difficult to explain.
Can you just tell me what it is?
Do you have a wife
or a secret family?
Are you, like, a drug addict?
No, I...
(thumping, roaring)
(gasping)
Oh, Joe, he's coming out.
(growling)
(grunts)
Come on, just try something.
(growling)
(chuffing)
(growling)
(panting)
(glass harmonica playing melody)
(grunts)
It's working.
(melody continues)
(man and woman
speaking indistinctly)
What's happening?
Why'd he stop?
(roars)
Okay.
What the hell
is he doing?
It's not the right music.
Didn't keep his attention.
It's more than that.
He's following something.
Where'd he go?
ABBIE:
I get it now.
This is not just about
envy and punishment.
He's looking for connection.
He wants a wife.
I told my family about you.
I asked my brother-in-law to
help you with your immigration.
Which was an unbelievably
kind, and I'm very grateful.
No, it was foolish!
Because none of this mattered
to you, none of it was real.
It was just something
I made up in my head,
that we had this...
special connection,
and obviously we didn't.
Look,
forget it.
I'm gonna go.
(growling)
(grunting)
(whimpering)
Mine.
You follow, she dies.
Normally, he would take a
hostage to the tunnels, but that
location has been compromised.
Well, why the sudden change
in M.O.?
He's been killing victims,
not kidnapping them.
He's sick of waiting.
He wants a bride,
and he wants one now.
The Carriage House.
The Kindred has
been there before.
It's where the Headless Horseman
tried to keep his own bride.
I will text you the address,
we'll meet you there.
And do what?
The Kindred has Zoe, we have
no way of controlling him,
and it's entirely
my fault.
I brought the Kindred
into this world
with the same
thoughtless inelegance
with which I dismissed
poor Zoe, ghosted upon her.
If he harms her in any way...
Crane, the Kindred does
not want to harm Zoe.
He wants to hurt you,
which is a good thing.
He's getting joy
from your suffering,
which buys us some time.
I know you're worried about
her, but we'll get her back.
Right.
But how?
For all Franklin's experiments,
these books offer nothing
of any practical use.
Wait, wait. Hold on. Hold on.
University of Pennsylvania?
That...
It's almost like the insignia
we saw at the opera house.
What opera house?
JENNY:
The Jersey Opera House,
where we stole Franklin's
harmonica. We got lucky.
It was a place he used to
patron back in your day,
but it was called
something else then.
The Ridotto Theatre.
Yes, I know it well.
Wait. So you know the insignia?
It's on a weird door?
Indeed.
Franklin tasked Betsy and me
with hiding medical supplies.
It was our first mission.
Do you know what time
they lock the doors?
6:30. You should make haste.
The "Venere Bella" aria
is about to begin.
Wouldn't miss it for world.
(gasps)
Oh, nice. We're both
an hour ahead of form.
Did you know
they lock the doors at 6:30?
I did not know that.
Nor that you were
a patron of the opera.
Oh, at Oxford,
I lived and breathed it.
Mr. Crane, I hope you don't take
all of this confusion to mean
I was intentionally
trying to mislead you.
My dear Miss Ross,
you tried to lock me out,
and then you left
the performance
immediately before
"Venere Bella,"
Cleopatra's lengthy
and highly-anticipated aria.
You did this
so you could acquire
the greatest margin of time
to execute our mission alone.
I know you were trying
to mislead me.
But you're going to have to do
better than that.
Come along. I've already
brought in the supplies.
(gears rumbling)
How's that
for a rebellious bookworm?
You'll do, I suppose.
Now, let's see
to the storage
of Franklin's so-called
moderating influence.
The medical supplies
I believed we were hiding
from the British--
they were a cover.
The entire medical school
was a cover for Franklin's
Kindred experiments.
Now, this insignia
symbolizes the Kindred,
but also the Kindred's
ultimate fail-safe.
His one true
moderating influence.
That's the insignia we saw.
With the cross
at the bottom.
The Venus symbol.
Are you telling me
that Benjamin Franklin
actually built a female
for the Kindred?
Considering how little
Franklin leaves to chance,
I would rely upon it.
(Kindred growling)
(quietly): They're in the barn
behind the Carriage House.
Looks like he is ready to snap.
Where are you guys?
We took a slight detour.
(gears rumbling)
Behold...
the Kindress.
♪ ♪
(roars)
(shouts)
(gasping, grunting)
(grunts)
And that's off the bucket list.
(growls)
(roaring)
She's in here!
(reading Romani Greek)
And with the words of the old
ones.
I summon the soul of my kith,
body of my...
Kindress!
(crackling)
♪ ♪
(snarling)
(wailing)
(screams)
(hissing)
(growling)
♪ ♪
(sighs)
(grunts)
(growls)
Well...
that was odd.
You never got a good look
at him at any point?
He was horribly disfigured.
Didn't say much.
I'm sorry. I-I wish
I could tell you more.
I know what
you're thinking.
Mills would've
caught him alive.
She's a damn good agent,
Reynolds.
You should talk
to her again
and tell her
how important she is to you.
CRANE:
Zoe?
Oh.
(chuckles)
For you.
Did you like it?
I did. Very much.
Thank you.
Would it be foolish
of me to ask how you fare?
It's all a little overwhelming.
Of course.
Honestly, I'm just happy
to be alive.
Zoe, I am sorry.
For all of this.
You really don't
need to do this.
No, no, please.
My negligence
has been appalling.
I hope you know
I care for you very deeply,
and I would stand so lucky
to be with a woman of your...
beauty and character.
I only wish I were ready
for a commitment
of that caliber.
Truthfully, Ichabod,
I think you are
ready for someone.
I just don't think it's me.
And that's okay.
(chuckles softly)
Miss Corinth.
Farewell, Mr. Crane.
(knocking)
REYNOLDS: Five minutes.
That's all I need.
So...
what's going on, Danny?
You know why I fell in love
with you back when we were
new agents in training?
You were smarter,
you worked harder,
smelled better.
You made me push myself.
Made me a better man.
But, lately,
I don't recognize that man.
I guess what I'm saying is
you're a damn good agent,
and the Bureau's
gonna feel your loss,
but we're gonna have to learn
how to get on without you.
Abbie Mills deserves better.
You love me?
You never said that before.
I didn't have to.
(chuckles)
I care about you, Abs--
always will.
And I just want you to be happy.
I want to apologize
for the way that I left.
And I'll come back to work.
Y-You know,
I want to come back to work,
and I need to come back to work.
And I'm ready now.
So, thank you.
See you Monday.
(door opens, closes)
The Kindred will be here
momentarily,
and with his arrival
comes a new beginning.
Soon, an entire army will follow
under his lead,
all to serve at my behest.
Yes, my love.
And they will be lucky
to serve you.
As am I.
Still, I...
think I would be more effective
in my service
if my powers were restored.
That way
we could serve each other.
Rule as one.
What say you, my love?
The Kindred-- he is
departing Sleepy Hollow.
For what cause?
My most valuable lieutenant
has abandoned his post.
For what?!
Love?
This weakness?!
I will not allow my
power to be diluted
by unnecessary
partnerships.
These trivial
human urges.
I will not allow weakness.
Right. Um...
What is this, amateur hour?
Oh.
Yes.
This is not the game
I promised, is it?
I'm afraid my mind remains...
elsewhere.
Mine, too.
It's been a lot
to process lately.
But it is nice to be home.
Speaking of home,
is this new Tex-Mex decor
really our new normal?
Yes. We're a
succulent family now.
Mm-hmm.
Ah!
(groans)
Oh, heavens,
you're bleeding.
Mm-hmm.
I'll fetch a bandage from
the apothecary drawer.
Oh, and no cheating.
Please. Please.
(mutters): "Please."
"Please."
(chuckles softly)
♪ ♪
CRANE:
Right.
Here.
Finger. Oh. Thank you.
You're up.
Oh, well, finally.
(clears throat)