(panting)
♪ ♪
(grunts)
Oh, man, she's in good shape.
(screams)
Alice!
Oh, my God!
Alice!
Alice! Alice!
(footsteps approaching)
(screaming)
(growling)
Your skills remain
quite admirable.
(hisses, snarls)
Do you not recognize
your master?
(hissing, mumbling)
Rise, my servant.
I cannot understand
a word you speak.
Forgive me.
I haven't used my voice
in a long time.
It is time I gave
the Devil his due.
(panting)
What?
These eggs are named after
a traitor to this nation.
These delicious baked
goods after a member
of the Hapsburg Monarchy,
which is an affront
to anyone who ever
fought a Hessian.
So, what is in a name?
Apparently, nothing.
Lox?
Okay, this is obviously
way more than just hunger.
Spill it, Crane.
Oh, Crane.
I'm so sorry.
This is insane.
Immigration can't
reject you as a citizen.
You helped
create the country.
Yes, the irony is not lost.
Well, wait, it says
here you were rejected
because you missed
your formal interview.
Yes, I was a little preoccupied
rescuing your sister
from the Catacombs.
We just, we throw
Joe's money at the problem.
Hire you a top-gun lawyer.
Scary, expensive lawyer.
Nice suit.
JENNY:
In the meantime,
I have a new word for you.
Mimosa.
I'll grab the champagne.
ABBIE:
Jen?
Abbie.
You looking for this?
Yeah.
I was just thinking.
How would you like...
to kill it out here?
(chuckles)
Just you and me.
We don't have to share.
Yeah, except I've seen you drink
on an empty stomach,
and it's not a good thing.
Okay.
(laughs)
Come on.
JOE: Okay, no, no, no,
that's nothing.
Here, check this out, ready?
(exhales)
Not again.
JENNY:
Oh, God.
CRANE:
Oh, yes.
Very eerie.
(laughter)
Oop, no, thank you.
That was Franklin's
party trick.
Not always on his nose.
Oh, Crane!
(Joe laughs)
Finished?
Thank you.
That's good.
Okay, seriously?
JOE: That's mine.
I have dibs.
ABBIE: Stop!
Oh, you think I'm fat?
You seem happier.
Yes, I admit
I do feel rather suffonsified.
And your sister's mood
appears to have taken
a significant upturn of late.
Okay, come on.
(laughing)
Oh, my God.
Yeah.
She's running again.
She's back at work.
Seems like she's
in a good place.
And yet...
my misgivings remain.
JENNY: I can't put
my finger on it, but yeah.
She's definitely
hiding something.
Yeah, and if we push too hard...
She'll pull away more.
So, what do we do?
Spy on her?
Oh, no. No, no.
We must remain
cognizant of her needs.
whilst vigilant
to any subterfuge,
intended or otherwise.
Yeah, I'm not sure
if Washington explained it,
but that is called "spying."
You never met Mrs. Washington.
(wry, quiet laugh)
(Joe and Abbie
laughing in distance)
(phone ringing)
Oh, my God!
Mm.
Agent Mills.
Okay, I'm on it.
Serial killing
or animal attack.
Local PD is still debating.
Either way,
brunch is over.
(camera clicking)
Who would target two
antiquarians in such a manner?
This wound pattern
doesn't track.
The jugular is ripped out
like a canine attack,
but no other organs
or extremities are targeted.
It's too precise.
(indistinct police radio
communication)
CRANE: Traumatic laceration,
this rash,
evidence of leiurus
quinquestriatus.
(siren approaching)
Hmm.
The pupils are pinned.
Evidence of
extreme toxicity.
So, what was it--
were they poisoned
or did they bleed to death?
Or both?
Sting of a scorpion.
Claws of a wolf.
Venom of a snake.
Oh, that's great.
A menagerie of evil.
Except if there were
multiple attackers,
there would be
a more disjointed
blood splatter
convergence point.
Which means these deaths
were caused by one beast
that combines the deadliest
attributes of many.
There was a rumor in my time,
passed among woodsmen,
of a beast in the Jersey woods.
An amalgamation
of creatures.
A monster in Jersey?
That urban legend,
still around.
It will be nice if for once,
the story was just a story.
And yet, we must face the truth.
The Jersey Devil
has come to Sleepy Hollow.
♪ ♪
You know, the best thing
about Sunday brunch
is what follows it.
Ooh, you mean, like three
NFL games back to back?
No?
Uh, online gaming marathon?
How about hot girlfriend,
romantic trailer, cozy bed?
Mmm.
So, like, nap time, or...?
Come here.
(laughs) I know you
think you're funny.
But you're about
to ruin the moment.
(gasps)
Oh, no, no, no, no, no!
Oh, no!
(groans) The water main
hookup must've cracked
or something.
Damn it.
You got it?
Yeah. (groans)
Well, you're gonna
need a new system.
Hell, a whole new kitchen, too.
I'm serious, I mean...
You know, Jen, this whole place
could use a renovation.
(chuckles)
We can afford it.
Look, we have been unearthing
the past for months now.
And personally, I'm feeling
ready to take on the future.
Hey, blood money or, uh,
flood money?
(scoffs) Rich people.
CRANE: There have been
many reported sightings
of this Jersey Devil,
dating back to 1777.
And many different
descriptions,
from flying biped with hooves--
To acoustic Bon Jovi.
Uh, no.
No mention of that
particular incarnation.
But here,
New Jersey Journal, 1882.
"Citizen sighted a beast
"with the head of a goat,
the skin of a snake
and the tail of a scorpion."
Consistent
with our victim's wounds.
They have over
a dozen unexplained
animal attacks
in the last ten years--
all in the Jersey woods.
The last reported
was a couple of runners
in Atlantic County Park.
"Atlantic County Park."
Mm.
Oh, my God.
Leeds.
Could it be?
Crane?
I once met a man
in Atlantic County Park--
a rival scientist
more than capable
of creating a creature
as horrific as this.
It was during my apprenticeship
to Benjamin Franklin.
This can't be what
you imagined
when he offered you
the position.
To be the next
in a long line
of Franklin's whipping boys.
I prefer apprentice.
Ichabod Crane. You are...?
Japeth Leeds.
Inventor.
The competition.
Well, "competition"
denotes comparative schools
of thought.
Franklin's, uh,
so-called "lightning rod"
is a pale imitation
of my Electrostatic inducer.
Where is the bloated
old chap, anyway?
Assuming
he's wearing clothes?
I expect him to arrive shortly.
My time is too precious to spend
in wait of a brazen Pierrot.
Please pass on a message:
If Franklin continues
to demean my work in his
execrable Almanac,
I shall bring him up
for a drubbing
before the Continental Congress.
Why?
Why is your...
Electrostatic inducer
superior to Franklin's method
of grounding?
(wry, quiet laugh)
The answer is simple.
You chose the wrong mentor.
CRANE: Among his many brilliant,
albeit dubious, achievements,
Leeds sought a method
to isolate animal traits
in order to use them
to augment humanity.
Genetic mutation?
No wonder he was an outcast.
Leeds had come
to confront Franklin
over a disparaging comment
made in his Almanac,
which...
is here.
Right.
Yes, here.
Hello.
There's a message
written in
Franklin's alphabet.
Here: "I take no pleasure
"in ridiculing Dr. Leeds.
"My campaign to discredit him
is due to the knowledge
"that he had turned
to alchemy
and ancient magic."
(electrical buzzing)
"Having turned his back
on the scientific community,
"Dr. Leeds has taken
to experimenting on himself,
altering his very physiology."
(sighs)
(groans)
(gasps)
(coughing)
(crackling)
(growling, huffing)
(groaning)
(grunts)
My God.
Hmm?
Leeds made himself a monster.
Which is why he's still kicking
250 years later.
You said Leeds' laboratorium
is in Atlantic County Park.
What are the odds
that it's still there?
JENNY:
Hey, I got something for you.
Those two professors
who were murdered
had a few items on loan
from the London Museum.
A Mayan prayer mask--
solid gold--
and also,
a Celtic plate--
also solid gold.
You think they were motive?
I don't know, you tell me.
Both artifacts were known to be
vessels of the powers
of the gods.
I have a book on pantheistic
deities back at the trailer.
I'll grab it, check back in.
Okay, I'll talk to you later.
(phone beeps off)
A Franklin stove.
I thought you said Leeds
hated the man.
Why would he have his face
in his kitchen?
He wouldn't.
A decidedly
un-Franklin stove.
Of Leeds' design, I believe.
Leeds was an alchemist
of exceeding skill.
(groans)
These symbols
represent composition,
reduction,
steam and...
fire.
(flames whoosh)
Well, it is a stove.
Is it?
Crane...
An illusion.
(rumbling, clanking)
All right.
I went in first
last time.
Lots of details, but no devil.
Wherein we understand
why Leeds murdered
pursuing those relics
and what he intends
to do with them.
Hmm.
Built by Leeds himself,
no doubt.
(classical music playing)
That a monster
would create something
of such rare beauty.
"Beauty" is not the word
I would use
to describe this place.
(quietly):
Wow.
This is the Hidden One.
Was Leeds a fan?
A worshipper of the Hidden One.
Leeds was not drawn
from his lair
like the other creatures
we've encountered.
He came
in service to his master.
♪ ♪
What have you found?
Something on the table.
Ah...
that is no alchemy symbol.
What could it mean?
If it in the possession
of a fiend such as Leeds,
it can only represent evil.
♪ ♪
You're not supposed
to be back yet.
Why are you carrying
a giant red bow?
Well, I, uh, thought about
what we talked about,
and I figured
why get you a new sink,
when I could get you
a new trailer?
Please tell me this is a joke,
so I don't just start screaming.
J, come on, no, no, no.
Hey, look,
this is...
a 2016 Sport Shark 4D-Thousand.
It's got, like,
200 feet of storage,
queen-size bed...
Joe!
You can't just replace
a person's house
without asking.
(stammering):
I di... I-I'm...
What happened to flood money?
I thought...
I thought that meant
a new garbage disposal,
not everything!
What...
My stuff?
There was a crate labeled
"fragile" with shipping labels.
Yeah, yeah, from Bangalore.
No, no, no,
it's all under lock and key.
Also, I got your
Thracian Phiale,
the Maelstrom crystal,
Blackbeard's Flintlocks...
It's all in the cell.
Everything else is just
in the self storage unit.
Joe, I needed a book
for Abbie and...
Relax it's in the Masonic
with all the rest
of the magic store inventory.
It's good.
Oh...
Come on!
(engine starts)
CRANE: Lieutenant,
have you seen this?
There's hundreds of years
of research here.
All the time Leeds was alive
he used to uncover
a lost historiography.
Any idea what that is?
Wax cylinder.
From some old-school phonograph.
(quietly): Phonograph...
(squeaks, clicks)
(whirring)
(exhales)
LEEDS: On this day,
in the year of our Lord, 1794,
I, Dr. Japheth Leeds,
do bear this record.
He built a movie projector
200 years before they existed.
LEEDS: ...a history of a deity
above all others,
our one true god--
the Hidden One.
In an era before history,
from a palace that shone
with a sacred light,
the gods of that age
ruled over humanity.
Humanity lived
at the whims of the gods.
They lived lives
of servitude and pain.
One of these servants
was Pandora.
Each day, she delivered
an offering,
a sign of submission and love
from her people.
One of the gods had been
outcast, made to live below,
in the Catacombs of the Dead,
hidden from the eyes of all.
Why have you brought
that which is forbidden?
I only wanted to bring you
a bit of joy.
LEEDS: In the dark depths,
she was a ray of hope.
Do you know why
I stand guard,
why I remain hidden
in this place,
while the others live
in the light?
Once, and only once,
did all the gods work as one.
We took all the
evil in this world,
and we hid it away...
...in this box, Pandora.
And the job of guarding it
fell to me.
Evil is the force
that my brother above
siphons into his Hourglass.
The only power that
could destroy him
lies within that box.
LEEDS:
Pandora, aided by her brethren,
unleashed its contents.
(shrieking)
LEEDS: But humanity betrayed
the Hidden One,
cast him back down,
locking him away forever.
My God.
Wait, the Mayan plate
and the Celtic mask,
they were made
of the same primal element.
Gold.
Gold...
This must be Leeds' plan.
He's going to recreate
the Golden Hourglass.
The Mayan and Celtic relics
are pieces of it,
reappropriated at disparate
cultures over millennia.
Which is why
the Hidden One
is drawing monsters
to Sleepy Hollow--
so he can use their
power for himself.
And he needs
the Hourglass to do it.
LEEDS: Unexpected guests
in the laboratorium?
Did I leave the stove unlocked?
Franklin's "key man."
We meet again.
My God, had I known
you were still alive,
we'd have had sherry
and darts Friday nights.
Maybe throw in some ritual
murder for good measure.
CRANE: You think
yourself a scientist,
but Franklin knew
your true nature.
You're an amoral
abomination.
(scoffs)
Well, better that than ending up
a shining example
of mediocrity,
which appears to have
been your fate.
Franklin knew the dangers
of your brand of
experimentation.
By that, he means
animal torture,
mutation, worshipping a god bent
on enslaving humanity.
Bent on bestowing power
to the worthy.
Why should
great men bow
to the small-minded masses?
Imagine an era
where genius is rewarded,
not feared.
That is the promise
of the Hidden One.
A golden age.
You're insane.
No, I'm the Devil.
Well, this has been a treat.
Glad we got the chance
to meet again, Crane.
Now, which would
you prefer--
bleeding out quickly
from a severed artery,
or expiring from
a paralytic toxin?
How about we go
with option three?
You get down
on the floor right now.
(growls in pain)
That thing is
a part of him?
CRANE: The tail of
a deathstalker scorpion.
LEEDS: All of
Franklin's talk
of kindred corpses
rising from the dead.
If only he'd embraced
the elegance and power
of ancient alchemy.
Oh, the venom...
from your tail...
And if only you
had come work for me
when Franklin wore you down.
(gasps, grunts)
(Crane gasping)
Crane...
(groaning)
Scorpion venom.
ABBIE: We're in
a supernatural pharmacy.
There has to be something
that can stop this, okay?
We'll make a... antidote.
(groans) Yes.
ABBIE:
Okay, just talk me through it.
What am I looking for?
ABBIE:
Come on.
Laudanum powder.
What else?
Crane, stay with me.
CRANE:
Magnesium sulfate.
What else? Magnesium sulfate.
Wait... magnesium sulfate.
Okay, good.
What else?
(mutters, gasps)
Leiurus quinquestriatus.
ABBIE: What?
CRANE: Uh, in the vial.
Okay... Oh!
Aah!
Uh...
Lieutenant?
Please.
(weakly):
Abbie...
(eerie, whispering voices)
ABBIE: I've been here
ten months, Crane.
What do I do?
(shout echoing)
(gasping)
Please.
(grunts in pain)
Damn it.
Hold on, Crane.
Okay.
Powder.
Magnesium sulfate.
Stay with me, Crane.
Come on, come on,
come on, come on.
Crane, hey...
Come on, come on.
Come on.
(sudden gasp)
(rapid gasping)
I'm sorry.
I was a little distracted.
By that symbol.
(groans)
One you clutch
in your hand even now.
You were drawn to it,
Lieutenant.
It has a hold on you.
If it is here,
it is a thing of evil.
That doesn't change the fact
that I need it.
And I have for months.
Months?
Mm.
That would mean...
The Catacombs,
the year of solitude...
(sighs)
No sleep, no way to dream...
There was no
escaping it.
I was in my head the whole time,
in a bad place,
and then, one day,
that's when I saw it,
on the temple wall.
I started drawing it,
tracing it...
It gave me peace.
Gives me peace.
When soldiers return from war,
they do what they need
to carry on.
I almost let you die.
Now who's a subpar alchemist?
(phone ringing)
Hey.
Hey. You okay?
I've been better. What's up?
I finally relocated
that book I was
telling you about.
(whispers):
Sorry.
There's a legend
in many pantheons
about an item left
by the ancient gods.
An artifact that literally
bestows omnipotence.
Let me guess: an hourglass?
JENNY:
Containing "The Sands of Life."
Apparently, there's a ceremony
that can be used to take items
forged from Primal Gold
and reduce them
to the Sands of Life.
The key ingredient
is the "Fire of the Gods."
Thanks.
Um, call you on the road.
Okay, Leeds has
the mask and the plate
and apparently he needs
the "Fire of the Gods"
to make the Hourglass work.
Lightning.
The device he took with him,
that was his
electrostatic inducer.
A homemade lightning rod?
If he's gonna collect lightning,
he's gonna need to get to
the highest point in the area.
Yes, I think
I know where that is.
Quickly, it's close.
LEEDS:
Praise be to he
who has long been hidden.
Praise be to one true God
above all.
With the fire of the gods,
the primal gold shall
be made consecrate.
With the fire of the heavens,
I shall bring forth
the Sands of Life.
(thunder rumbling)
Who's the true master of
lightning now, Benjamin?
ABBIE:
Hold it right there.
(guns cocking)
You survived my venom.
It appears I made
the same mistake
your mentor did:
underestimated you.
This has nothing
to do with the past, Leeds.
The forces with
which you tamper...
The Hidden One
cannot be trusted.
You fear him,
just as those
who betrayed him did, aeons ago.
I shan't repeat
the same mistake.
I choose him as my master.
I bow as his
faithful servant
and bring forth
the very Sands of Life!
(electrical crackling)
(wind whistling)
Leeds!
Beautiful, isn't it?
CRANE: It's folly!
Franklin would laugh
at such
adolescent parlor tricks.
I know what you're
trying to do, Crane--
goad me into jealousy.
You think your delusions of
grandeur will set you apart.
Your master
will enslave you
as surely as the rest of us.
I shall be rewarded for this.
Sooner than you think.
(Leeds grunting)
Clever ruse, Crane...
(panting)
I'll grant you that.
I was mentored by one of
the greatest minds in history.
(thunder rumbles)
Benjamin Franklin
sends his regards.
The Sands of Life...
where are they?
Okay, yes, the spigot
is still broken,
but you said you wanted
everything back,
exactly as it was,
and I heard you.
Well, that's a more
recent concept.
Oh, can we please
move past this?
I mean...
yes, I jumped the gun,
but I think you know that
my heart was in the right place.
Okay?
And now everything's
back the way it was,
craptacular plumbing and all.
Okay. You see, right there?
You still think
that replacing my house
was a romantic gesture,
instead of what it actually was:
stealing.
I get it.
It's about boundaries, isn't it?
Absolutely.
Yeah.
I...
Mm...
Never, ever touch my stuff
without asking.
Yes, ma'am.
Um...
(latch clicks)
J?
♪ ♪
(sighs)
Don't go.
Come and talk to me.
I overstepped my bounds.
I have seen enough men
scarred by war.
They must use whatever means
they can to...
live with the memories
they carry.
It is not my
place to judge
how one bears
their private burdens.
You could've died...
...because of how much
I needed this.
And the scary part is
how normal I made it in my mind.
I was certain
I could control it
and manage how much
it meant to me.
Keep it a secret.
That's a lie.
The first step in... (exhales)
...solving a problem
is admitting that there is one.
So...
(quietly):
I need your help, Crane.
♪ ♪
My gift was meant for you.
No.
You are the only gift
I have ever needed.
As it was then,
so it shall ever be.
Now...
please, my love,
will you join me?
♪ ♪
(water bubbling)
♪ ♪
The time has come.
The new world begins now.
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