(slow footsteps approaching)
You mourn the loss
of your power?
I once sensed every element
that binds this world,
felt them as one breathes air.
But I gave unto you
that which you deserve.
My strength grows each day.
Perhaps a small token
of my affection...
is warranted.
(grunts)
My love,
I received but only
a fraction of my power.
Now you know
exactly how I feel.
Summoning one pitiful creature
at a time to feed my hunger.
Existing on drops of rain
rather than a flood.
You wish to be my equal?
Then as I suffer...
so shall you.
(panting)
Hands where
I can see 'em!
(coughing)
Atticus Nevins.
FBI's most wanted.
Looks like your
running days are over.
(police radio chirps)
This is Hammond. I got him.
Meet me back at the road.
Tell dispatch
we'll need transpo and escort.
Copy that, calling it in.
How did you find me?
Security footage caught you
near a storage facility
in Elmsford.
Don't feel bad.
Everyone's luck runs out
sooner or later.
(growling)
What was that?
Stay put.
(growling)
(yelling):
No! No!
(singing along with recording):
♪ O sole mio... ♪
(singing in Italian)
(Italian opera song continues)
(resumes singing)
(humming)
(song ends)
Salud.
(door opening)
Buona sera, Signorina.
Buona sera.
Okay.
You know I'm loving the
five-star treatment, but...
you got to stop
spoiling me, Crane.
(laughs)
When patriot prisoners of war
were freed after the British
retreated from Philadelphia,
they dined for weeks in order
to revive their broken spirits.
You know, I fended for myself
ten months
in those catacombs.
I don't need
to be pampered, Crane.
You, Lieutenant,
are a woman of infinite pride
and unparalleled
resourcefulness.
But...
...after the deprivation
you endured...
...this is the very least
I could do.
Mm, and a reminder.
We are to attend
the cinema this evening
with Miss Jenny and Master Joe.
Top of the billing
at the Music Hall is E.T.,
which apparently concerns
a diminutive being
stranded far from home.
Perhaps
a different suggestion...
No. Crane, E.T.'s a classic.
You should see it.
Truth is I came home
to pick up a few things.
I booked some time at the range.
Gotten a little rusty
since I've been away, so,
keep it warm for me.
Yes, of course I can.
Are you maintaining a journal?
Yeah, it's supposed to help me
"define and sort
through my trauma,"
but seeing
as how every day
I was down there was the same
as the one before,
it makes for
a pretty boring read.
And...
to answer the question
that you are thinking,
but not asking directly...
I'm fine.
And thanks to you,
I'm taking it all
meal by splendid meal.
Signore Crane.
Tenente.
(door closes)
Sure you don't want me
to come in with you?
I'm sure.
You can do this, Jen.
You need to.
(indistinct chatter)
Hey.
Thanks for meeting me.
Hope I didn't bring you
too far out of your way.
I was surprised
you took my call.
You kind of caught me off guard.
You're the spitting image
of your mother, you know?
Same hair,
eyes.
This is a mistake.
Jennifer, Jennifer, wait.
Look, you don't owe me anything,
but for what it's worth,
I'm just here to listen
to whatever you need to say.
I have hated you
for as long as I can remember.
I've had epic conversations
with you in my mind,
just telling you all
the many, many reasons
I think
you're a terrible person.
Asking you why you abandoned us,
how you could just walk away
from your family.
(scoffs)
But now that you're sitting here
right in front of me,
I don't know
what to say to you.
I'd say you're closing in on it.
Why did you leave us?
Because of Mom?
No.
No, it was me.
When her illness
kicked in...
I didn't know
how to handle it.
And being a fool, I drank.
In the end,
I joined the Navy
because we needed
medical benefits.
I also needed to sober up.
So, they shipped me overseas,
long-term deployments.
I stayed
for three consecutive tours.
And when I got out
six years later,
life had moved on.
Yeah, Mom was dead.
Abbie and me were
in foster care.
And I've lived with the shame
and regret for decades.
But I'm not here
looking for absolution
or forgiveness.
Then what do you want?
To tell you...
there wasn't anything you did,
or your sister,
or your mother.
I think it's important
you both hear that from me.
I'd like to see Abbie.
(gunshots)
(sighs)
Maybe lay off
the coffee.
Might be giving you
the jitters.
I don't drink the stuff anymore.
Maybe start up again.
I'm gonna chalk this up
to us both having
A type personalities.
Seemed like a better option
than take-out food
and paperwork. You?
I needed to clear my head,
that's all.
Maybe I should
have checked to see
if you had time booked
before I showed up.
It's fine, Danny.
So our talk
the other day...
I said some things I
wasn't expecting to admit.
You said 'em.
And, honestly,
I meant them.
Not to make
things awkward,
but to get things
back on track for us.
You know, having each
other's backs again,
trusting each other.
Things happened, the Nevins
case, but that doesn't mean
we have to throw away everything
we worked so hard to build.
It's too important.
You're too important.
Maybe next time
we have a chat like this,
it's not in the FBI gun range
at 8:00 at night.
There's a pancake house
around the corner,
if you want to be
a diva about it.
Another time.
Woman with a gun.
(laughs)
I heard that.
(phone buzzes)
(sighs)
(phone buzzes)
(coughing) Please don't shoot.
Nevins?!
Mills, thank God
you got my message.
Hands behind your head!
The a reason I...
Now!
(coughing)
Up against the tree.
I don't know
if you're stupid or crazy,
but I'm bringing you in.
(handcuffs jangling)
Hand.
(grunts)
(coughing)
What in the hell happened
to you?
Another run-in with Pandora?
Worse.
You saw what did this?
It came after me, too.
It's inhuman.
It's unstoppable.
I know this creature, Mills.
If you want to stop it,
you need my help.
♪ ♪
This is cozy.
It's a monster-proof cell.
Should be plenty
to hold a worm like you.
I don't know what attacked you,
but it's too bad
it didn't finish the job.
We didn't end things
on good terms, did we?
Oh, what,
you mean when you
almost put a bullet in my head?
JENNY: Or when you helped
Pandora raise an evil god
that almost killed us all?
Yeah, I guess
we're not quite over it.
Hey, I'm the one
who was shot, who was arrested,
who lived on the streets
like an animal.
Whatever you went through,
I don't think it was enough.
Are you sure
about that, son?
Take a look.
My God.
It's pretty, isn't it?
(coughing)
Pandora wanted
her pound of flesh,
but she wanted it literally.
(grunting)
Did you know a man
can live without a spleen?
Pandora promised
him riches and glory
in exchange for obtaining
the Eye of Providence for her.
When he failed to do so,
she terminated his services.
How the mighty fall.
JOE: All right,
so why'd you come to us, huh?
Big fish like you,
I mean, you must have a lot of
people you can go to for help.
Oh, yeah. One little arrest,
all my associates
turn their backs on me,
huh?
So I see your angle.
You help us catch
the monster...
And we help you get out of town.
I need some assurances.
Safe passage out of the country.
Passport,
money that can't be traced.
Thanks but...
we'll find the creature
ourselves.
No, you won't.
Not without my help.
This isn't one
of Pandora's utility players.
You won't believe
where it comes from.
People are dying out there.
We need him to talk.
This calls to mind
an interrogation tactic
of Washington's.
Now, if used properly,
it could encourage him
to loosen his tongue.
(coughing)
(door opens)
Here's the deal:
depending on the value
of the information
that you give us,
we will consider getting you
across the Canadian border.
No guarantees, no assurances.
And as a gesture of good faith,
in accordance with
the proper treatment
of prisoners and with the
proviso you cooperate,
you shall be fed.
ABBIE:
But if you mess with us,
we will gift wrap you
to the FBI.
(chewing,
crunching sounds)
Ugh.
Uh...
ABBIE:
You said that you had
information about this creature.
'91. Iraq.
End of Gulf War One.
Pulling back
from Al Busayyah,
rumor starts to float around
about a cave,
just north of the Saudi border.
They say
it's full of millions
of dollars of Iraqi gold.
And being a true privateer,
you decided to retrieve it.
Some men in the platoon and I,
we ran a little undercover,
off-the-record mission...
This war might prove interesting
after all, gentlemen.
MAN: Webb, Chalsen,
Check for trip wires!
Roger that, Sergeant!
...including someone you knew.
If you're done ruining
the moment, Sergeant Corbin.
That's right.
Saint August Corbin,
Marine sergeant,
moral babysitter.
It's your party, Atticus.
I just came along to make
sure no one gets killed.
WEBB:
Sergeant!
You called it,
Sergeant Nevins.
The damn mother lode.
Well, there's
no perimeter defenses,
no booby traps?
This is all way too easy.
NEVINS:
Just like the whole operation.
Load 'em up, boys!
(distant whooshing)
We're not alone.
(snarling)
(gunshots)
Ambush! Fall back!
(shrieking)
What the hell was that?
August saved my life that day.
So after the war,
August is obsessed with trying
to figure out what we had seen.
It was his first contact
with the supernatural,
and it never left him.
Imagine my shock
when the same damn creature
shows up in Sleepy Hollow.
That's a good story. This
helps us find the creature how?
You take me
to August's files.
I guarantee
you'll get what you need.
You mean these files?
JOE: Yeah, we've gone
through those already.
There's nothing that matches
the creature you described.
Mother, may I?
Yeah.
(clicking)
(sighs)
Now, what you all
don't know is
what a paranoid bastard
ol' Sheriff Corbin was.
He had major...
(thump, click)
...trust issues.
You want to know everything he
knew about that-that-that thing?
Try August Corbin's
case file number one.
All right. Come on.
Well, according
to the sheriff's research,
the creature is an ancient
Mesopotamian ghallu,
more commonly known
as a demonic ghoul.
They're used as guardians
of sacred temples and crypts.
Ruthless predators,
said to hunt without mercy.
Ah, here.
The creature's
only weakness is something known
as an Aurum Scarabaeus Sacer.
A Golden Scarab.
"Whomsoever possesses the scarab
"shall become master
to the ghoul, which will perform
its every bidding."
JOE: Okay.
So we find
the scarab thing,
we stop the monster.
MAN: I don't feel so good
stealing from our old boss.
This is Nevins
we're talking about.
Mr. Loyalty Is Dead.
Hey. Randall Martin's stock
is rising.
If he's gonna take over
Nevins' operation,
we have got to get
into his good books.
Let's go.
The place has
been cleaned out.
By who? Randall?
(sighs)
Someone got here first.
Vin...
(screaming)
No one knows anything
about a golden artifact
that controls a ghoul.
Hey, is this a bad time?
Reynolds is running
a briefing in a few minutes,
and I can't find
the damn statewide warrant list.
I saw Dad.
Yesterday.
I wasn't completely sure
I wanted to tell you.
It's not exactly the right time.
It's never really
the right time.
Abbie,
you're different
than before you disappeared.
You're dealing
with it every day.
Don't think
I can't see that.
I know when
you're hurting.
I don't want anything
to cause you more pain.
That's not your call, sis.
I know.
Which is why I'm here right now.
He wants to see you.
What'd you tell him?
Told him I'd talk to you.
You did.
I appreciate it.
(sighs)
What did it feel like,
seeing him?
It wasn't easy.
Gary Wallis and Vincent Rota.
Found in a storage unit
in Elmsford.
Similar M.O. to the first
killing in Pocantico Hills.
Evidence of rage. Overkill.
Ritualistic evisceration.
Wallis and Rota
were known associates
of Atticus Nevins,
who's still at large.
The storage unit
was rented by a shell company
controlled by Nevins.
Which means
this could be
a rival moving in
on his old operation.
We're working
to figure out
what kind of murder
weapon was resonsible
for these wounds.
Forensics is sorting...
(voice fades)
(indistinct whispering)
Beautiful.
SOPHIE (quietly):
Hey.
You okay?
Migraine coming on.
Oh.
A kill this violent
is a big statement.
Is it just me or is all of this
way too close to Nevins?
Creature goes after Nevins,
then takes out
two of his own guys.
There's definitely
something we're missing.
I'm gonna grab some old files.
Buy me some time.
Yeah, I got your back.
♪ ♪
Mmm. He's getting
under your skin, isn't he?
Two more men have died.
If am to labor
at finding answers,
I refuse to be taunted
by his blatant apathy.
Still, despite
my very best efforts,
I'm no closer to finding
scarab nor Ghoul.
Yeah. I dug this up.
Customs Enforcement list.
Hundreds of missing
ancient artifacts,
including...
The golden scarab.
Mm-hmm. Main suspect
in the case:
Randall Martin.
Former employee of Nevins,
making a play to take over
his whole operation.
Whoever has the scarab
controls the Ghoul.
And if Mr. Martin wishes
to be taken seriously
as heir
to Atticus Nevins' empire,
having a vicious monster
as a pit bull is a decent start.
JENNY (over radio):
Okay, I got your back.
Go find where
Randall's hidden the creature.
Copy that, Jenny.
(footsteps nearby)
(grunting)
(weak, gasping breaths)
(panting)
Okay. I'm impressed.
(panting)
♪ ♪
Looks ghoul-sized to me.
(sighs) All right,
we need to be sure.
Okay, careful.
Yeah.
(gun clicks)
RANDALL: As much as I'd like
to see your reaction,
you don't want
to open that crate.
Guns on the ground,
both of you
on your knees.
Right now!
Okay.
Yep.
You two just can't stop messing
with my business.
Randall...
what you're doing...
it's not you.
My days in the minor league
are over.
Nevins' operation
is mine.
Anyone who tries
to mess with that...
...is gonna feel my wrath.
Listen, Randall,
you want Nevins' empire,
just take it, okay?
Just don't use that.
Man, we know
what's inside that crate.
We know you're using
the scarab artifact
to control it.
Scarab?
What the hell
are you talking about?
No, no, no.
He's not controlling the Ghoul.
Look, Randall,
we're all in danger, okay?
The only ones in danger
are you two.
This is business.
Nothing person...
(grunting)
(growling)
(grunts)
(growling)
(hisses)
(bellows)
(grunting)
(snarling)
(shrieks)
(supernatural trilling)
(low growling)
(gasping)
(panting)
It targeted Randall.
That means somebody else
is controlling the creature.
Nevins.
You said you searched him
when he came in,
and that he didn't
have anything on him,
especially not
any kind of artifact.
Nothing on him.
The scarab isn't an artifact.
(phone rings)
Hi.
Abbie, Abbie,
Randall is dead.
He's not controlling the Ghoul.
You need to search Nevins.
We did. He's clean.
No. No, Abbie, he's not clean.
You need to search him again.
Hang up the phone, Mills.
You have the scarab.
A good smuggler uses
every possible advantage.
See, when Pandora did
that little splenectomy,
she inadvertently
gave me
(crackling, squishing)
a little...
(groans):
oh, just a little spot
for some contraband.
Come on.
The cave in Iraq...
you took more
than just gold.
Oh, even back then
I was always
looking for
something extra-special to sell.
I managed to sneak
away from my unit
and what do I find?
(gasps)
I had no idea
the power I held
in the palm of my hand.
(growls)
(panting)
And then I felt it,
immediately.
I had complete control
of the creature.
(chuckles)
One little thought
entered my head.
(screaming)
Ambush! Fall back!
(explosion)
What the hell was that?
(chitters)
Pandora and her man may have
summoned the creature,
but I can control him.
I just had to
rescue this little sucker
from one of my storage units.
That cave turned out to be the
tip of a very lucrative iceberg.
Corbin identified dozens
of crypts and tombs
and every one of them
had artifacts and creatures...
Which you're gonna use
to buy your freedom.
I already have a buyer.
I just... needed access.
Bad plan,
because you're going to jail.
No, I'm not.
Because...
wait for it...
(growling)
(laughs)
Fido, would
you mind, uh...?
Oh...
one more trick to show you.
(shrieking)
It's been fun.
Okay, Fido...
sic 'em, boy.
(growls)
We're gonna need
more firepower.
Of course, it's on the
other side of the room.
I'll draw it away.
Go. Go.
Hey. Hey, hey!
(growls)
(phone ringing)
Uh, Abbie?
I need you to stop Nevins.
He took Corbin's files.
Crane, move!
(gunshots)
Abbie!
You need to find Nevins;
he'll be in the tunnels by now.
(gunshots)
(growls)
I'm open to any ideas right now.
(gunshot)
The scarab.
Target the scarab on his chest.
It may be his
proverbial Achilles heel.
Go.
Lieutenant!
JENNY (in distance):
He can't be far.
He was playing us
the whole time;
I should've seen it.
Later, okay?
Hey, let's split up.
We'll cover ground faster.
(loud growl)
Crane, I can't hit
a target that small.
Go. Go, go.
Lieutenant! Lieutenant,
you have this.
(growls)
(Crane grunts)
Come on.
Lieutenant!
Come on, come on...
Shoot it!
(growls)
Nice shooting, Mills.
It's just about practice.
(panting)
Agent Foster.
How's it going?
All right.
Can I ask you guys...
are they all this ugly?
Uh...
actually, usually
they're worse.
This one's not too bad.
Toss your weapon.
This is your girl, here.
You were family once.
"Family."
August Corbin hated me.
He was just a holier-than-thou
son of a bitch.
He never gave in to temptation.
He never took a bribe.
You could literally choke
on his saintliness.
Don't you move.
You know, I actually think my
father meant a lot more to you
than you're willing to admit.
And I know how that is,
believe me.
I mean, I spent my whole life
pretending like
his opinion didn't matter to me.
And I have just been trying
for so long to understand him.
And, you know what, man,
I think I finally do.
You loved him, Atticus.
We both did.
And you know damn well
what he'd say to you right now.
The hell with August Corbin.
And the hell with you.
(running footsteps departing)
(sniffs)
Hey.
How are you?
Well, I fought a ghoul
so... horrible.
(chuckles)
Come here.
(sighs)
Nevins got away with the one
document Corbin's been trying
to keep from everyone
for 20 years.
Well, then we'll
go get it back.
You and I are getting pretty
good at tracking stuff down.
"Good"?
We're the best.
We're like Bonnie and Clyde.
Minus the crime spree.
You know how you said
you would give anything
for a few more minutes
with your dad?
You're not the only one
who felt that way.
But you made
that happen for me.
Nobody's ever done anything
like that for me before.
Well, you know,
your dad took off on you
when you were a kid.
Mine was partners
with a thief.
So, uh, we got
that in common.
(chuckles)
You know, I hated him
for a long time.
Thought he was...
being more of a father
to everyone else than
he was to me, but...
knowing the company
he had to keep, the...
the secrets that
he had to protect...
...I wish I could
tell him just once
that I think he was
one hell of a guy.
I envy that.
♪ My sins from my youth ♪
♪ Don't remember my sins... ♪
I'd ask how you
found me, but...
you are a federal agent.
I should have called.
I'm just glad to see you.
Yeah, Jenny wasn't gonna tell me
that she'd seen you.
But, you know, with her and I,
it's hard to hide things
for long, so...
I came here
because I need
to ask you something about Mom.
Right.
When she began to unravel,
what were
the first signs?
And how fast did it come on?
Well, I-I don't remember
how it started.
It came in fits
and starts.
She'd be fine one minute
and then having hallucinations
the next. It was
like she was living
in two different realities.
As it went along,
she pushed me away,
wouldn't let me in.
And that's when you left us.
Well, I started thinking maybe
I was the problem, you know?
Maybe if I wasn't around,
things would get better.
But, truthfully,
I was just scared as hell.
So was Mom.
But she faced it
all alone.
She died alone.
Hell, maybe that's
in the cards
for all of us.
That's the way
the Mills women kick off,
crazy and alone.
No. That's not gonna happen
to you.
You don't know that.
You have no idea who I am.
You don't know a lot
about me either, Abbie.
The one thing I know
about our family,
your mother's
side and mine,
is that we're strong people.
Yeah, I've
made mistakes.
Had the hell
knocked out of me.
But I'm still standing.
And so are you.
You know what I remember?
Um...
your voice.
Used to read stories to me,
sing songs.
I loved that voice.
And I'm sorry
you haven't heard it in a while.
Me, too.
But, Abbie,
if you're going through
something difficult right now,
I want to help.
Yeah, I have people
for that now.
Maybe one day.
(phone rings)
Are you avoiding my calls?
Because it's been a few days
since we last spoke.
It's been a busy time.
Any problems
I should know about, Daniel?
Such as?
I've heard that Agent Mills
is not as stable
as she once was,
that she's changed.
Mills is a good agent.
She'll find her feet again.
Under your keen eye, Daniel,
I have no doubt.
Oh, one other thing:
I want you to downgrade
the search for Atticus Nevins.
Minor resources only.
Why the hell would I do that?
Because I ordered you to.
Satisfied?
It's a start.
The funds have already
been transferred
to your account in Geneva,
and there is
a plane standing by,
waiting to take you
wherever you choose.
Oh, and I have a, uh,
cash bonus for you.
You have something for me.
From the files
of August Corbin.
It's the exact coordinates
of the nine sacred sites.
Well, I can't tell you
how much this means to us.
Well, I don't really care.
I just retired.
Yes, Mr. Nevins...
(gunshot)
...you just did.
Bologna on whole wheat?
That is the Charlie Brown
of sandwiches.
The bald boy
with awful luck?
"Good grief."
(chuckles)
I take offense.
I'll make us
a real sandwich.
And give me a hand.
I see your wheels turning.
Go on and ask.
You saw your father.
I did.
I'm still processing it.
By your tone, am I to assume
this topic is to be shelved
until later discussion?
Nailed it.
But I will talk about the fact
that it has been hard lately,
adjusting to being back,
and I guess I want you to know
that I am working on it.
You have endured an ordeal
few can even imagine.
Except you.
You know exactly what it's like
to look around
and everything
is exactly the same
but completely different.
I'm trying really hard.
And you will succeed.
Just as you were by my side when
I returned to Sleepy Hollow,
so I shall be by yours.
♪ ♪
You know what
I'm in the mood for?
A beer.
(sighs)
A pint of ale to raise
one's spirits aloft.
And I believe Miss Jenny
is tending bar
at Mabie's Tavern this evening.
Okay, you go, grab us a table.
I need 20 minutes
to finish some work.
And then I'll pay
for the next round.
Very good.
No, I want hot wings.
Oh.
No poultry is safe in
Sleepy Hollow this dark night.
(chuckles)
(door opens, closes)
♪ ♪
You saved me.
I'm yours.
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