The fault lies with me, really.
I was far too indulgent.
Allowed you to become
too familiar,
like a house pet
that has come to expect feasts,
rather than table scraps.
Perhaps my long slumber
caused me to forget
the devious nature of humans,
because if you are anything,
you are a human.
(gasping)
(coughing)
Your kind
can never be trusted.
My Lord...
I did not betray you.
Lies!
You knew the Witnesses
had the Emblem of Thura,
yet you hid that from me.
It nearly resulted
in my downfall.
I recognized
the error of my ways.
I enlisted the help
of the Witness,
to aid me in freeing you.
The only reason
you are still alive.
Clean yourself up.
I may continue
your punishment later,
but for now...
I am weary.
You really don't miss coffee?
Not really.
I think being stranded
in an unearthly realm for a year
helps you kick those addictions.
Hmm.
Maybe I should go
to the Catacombs.
My diet soda habit's
out of control.
(knocking)
I swear...
I'm gonna tie the key
to Crane's neck.
Yeah.
(clears throat)
Abigail.
Hope I'm not interrupting.
No.
Come in.
Oh, Jennifer.
I'm glad you're here, too.
What are you doing here?
Oh, well, I was, uh,
passing through town
for work, and, uh,
your place is on the way,
and I found something that
maybe I-I thought you
might want to, um...
Look, the truth is,
I just wanted to say hi.
After I saw you at the diner,
I, uh, dug through
some old boxes.
I don't have a lot of stuff
from the old days,
but I did find this.
I thought you might
want to know more
about who you are,
where you came from.
This was the first picture
we ever took of you.
You tried to walk
for months.
Kept at it
from morning to night.
I-I remember this one.
You used to bring home taffy
when you were
out of town for work.
Yeah, from that place
in Atlantic City.
What was it called?
A real funny name...
You remember this, don't you?
You got it in your hair;
Mom had to cut it out.
Yeah.
Sorry, no.
Ah, your mother.
She was an amazing woman.
Beautiful.
Strong.
And you left her.
There were a lot of things
that were unspoken
between us.
Too many secrets.
A relationship can survive
most anything...
except secrets.
(door opens)
Here endeth the reign
of the house of burger.
Long live
the new fast food king,
a poultry farm in Kentucky
and Colonel-- oh.
Oh, we have company.
Crane...
uh, this is...
(chuckles)
This is Ezra Mills.
My name is Ichabod Crane.
What a pleasure to
make your acquaintance.
The pleasure's mine.
ABBIE:
Ezra was just
passing through on his way to...
EZRA:
Uh, Maryland.
...Maryland for business.
Yeah, um,
I should be going.
Um, it was nice seeing
you again, girls,
and it's nice
meeting you, Crane.
Likewise.
Take good care of my daughter.
(door closes)
I appear to have
missed something.
No.
You didn't miss anything.
(clattering)
(gun clicks)
Pandora.
The other Witness, where is she?
Why would I divulge that to you?
She has heard my story.
I have confessed
to her my shame.
She will know
that I speak the truth.
Well, then how unfortunate
that I am the only Witness here.
Please...
do not let our past
distract you.
I am the only one who can bring
salvation to this world...
Stop talking.
(sighs)
Judging by your appearance,
this will actually
hurt this time.
So, tell me,
why are you here?
I need the rest of the Box.
It was forged
by the gods themselves
to contain their power.
It is the only thing
that will stop him.
The Hidden One?
Why would we believe that?
Because if you do not,
then we will all
be extinguished.
So, your impending demise
caused a change of heart.
I speak the truth.
If I were to believe you,
there must be another way
to stop him.
Another way to restore the Box.
It cannot be repaired,
but it can be regenerated,
only in the place
where it was forged.
The Catacombs.
And it is impossible
to journey there,
now that you and
your partners have killed
the Tree of Fear.
Impossible for most, perhaps.
This cutlass.
This belonged to Betsy Ross.
So, if we could find a path...
Then there would be hope.
Your mile's even faster
than Quantico.
I'm just trying to keep pace
with your time.
Oh, well, then you have
a long way to go.
Oh, it's like that now.
(chuckles)
You care to put
your money
where your sneakers are?
Danny,
um,
I don't really know
where to start with this,
but I have some things
that I have to tell you,
and I don't know
if this is the right place,
or if there will ever be
a right place...
(phone chimes)
...but...
But there is a right time.
I have to...
Uh,
you got to go.
You can't
tell me where.
You'll explain later.
We'll talk when you're ready.
(sighs)
Hey, what's the emergency?
We had a visitor...
and she had some
rather alarming news.
She?
Pandora.
I found her in the Masonic Cell,
searching for pieces of her Box.
She told me
that the Hidden One
is approaching full power,
and we have but 48 hours
before he destroys
all of humanity.
And she needs her Box
to stop him.
Yes.
But...
the Box can only be regenerated
in the Catacombs.
You want to go to the Catacombs?
It appears
it is our only option.
If you believe Pandora.
Lieutenant, you once allied
yourself with her.
To save you.
Now this is to save all of us.
(sighs)
This must be your decision.
I know what
that place did to you.
I know how hard it has been
for you to recover.
I will not proceed
unless you are fully on board.
There's no way of going back
to the Catacombs.
Not that we know of...
but we do know
that Paul Revere
recovered the Eye of Providence
for Washington,
and according to Pandora,
the Eye was previously
in the Catacombs.
We also know that Betsy Ross,
at some point, was there,
and she discerned a way out.
Now, the last time I saw
Revere and Betsy together
was Christmas Day, 1776...
with Washington's forces
as they prepared to launch
an attack on the Hessians
in New Jersey.
The crossing of the Delaware.
You were a part of that mission?
No.
Washington ordered me
to stay behind,
a decision with which
I heartily disagreed.
So, there I was,
stood on the riverbank
watching the launch.
The fog was so thick,
I lost sight of them
as soon as they left the shore.
The fog, as in a mystical fog?
Possibly.
What if Washington
asked you to stay back
because they weren't
going to New Jersey?
What if the crossing
at the Delaware was actually...
a journey to the Catacombs.
♪ ♪
ABBIE: So, the original painting
was created by Emanuel Leutze,
who painted it 80 years
after the actual crossing.
It was based on an
eyewitness account in a journal
of General John Sullivan.
And Sullivan
was a Mason.
Any relevant details needed
to be transmitted
to future generations,
he would surely
have made note.
God's wounds.
How have I not
seen this before?
This man with the flag...
he has a rabbit fur hat.
Four inch brim at the front,
five inch fan...
a prominent cockade.
This was Betsy Ross's
cocked hat.
So, that's...
supposed to be Betsy
in the painting?
Leutze must have assumed
that the figures
Sullivan described
were all male,
but this...
Betsy was on that boat.
Wait, are you sure?
I mean, you're placing
a lot of weight on a hat.
No, no, no,
I'm quite certain.
I recall
that day very clearly.
(soldiers shouting)
Washington is leading
a company of his very best men
across the Delaware to take
the Hessians by surprise.
It's a bold move.
It's a brilliant move.
Possibly the turning point
of the war,
but what's
my role in this?
I'm being forced to stay behind
and play nursemaid.
See it from his perspective,
Crane.
You're too valuable to risk
on such a dangerous journey.
Valuable?
Of what value am I
in inaction?
Washington didn't
invite you
on his mission
either, did he?
No.
All he asked was
that I complete this.
What do you think?
Let's see.
Oh, Betsy,
that's beautiful.
These five-pointed stars,
that's an improvement
on the original.
Look at them.
They practically shimmer.
(chuckles) An illusion,
created with
a little gold thread.
It's clever.
I daresay,
if all goes well today,
this may very well be
how I'm remembered.
After all the missions,
this flag may be
my greatest accomplishment.
Betsy, I'm certain
you are wrong there.
And even if it were...
...it really is beautiful.
Wow, the Betsy Ross flag.
The original Stars and Stripes.
She told me
she was not going
on the mission.
Clearly, she did.
Well, she knew
you'd just worry.
She must have cared
about you a lot.
Indeed.
You said she used golden thread.
Yes, it was
a decorative flourish.
I always thought it
rather baroque
for Betsy's tastes.
You used this
to find me when I was
in the Catacombs, right?
The Lydian Jug.
Orpheus employed it to locate
Eurydice in the Underworld,
but it did not work
quite so well for me.
No, but you were
on the right track.
I followed up on some
of your Orpheus research,
and the Jug helped
him find Eurydice,
but to enter the Underworld
he used a lyre,
one strung with golden thread.
Betsy always said
that the flag
was her greatest
achievement,
but the flag
is not important.
It is the thread
she sewed into it.
Somehow it allowed them
to enter the Catacombs.
So, we need
Betsy Ross's flag.
Right, uh... last time
I saw the flag,
it was with
Paul Revere.
Now, Revere would
have ensured
that anything so vital
was well-protected.
He would not have allowed it
out of his possession.
So, we need to figure out
where Revere's stuff ended up.
The Paul Revere House.
North End, Boston.
It's a registered
historical landmark.
Contains a full catalog
of his holdings.
What?
We went there on a field trip
in sixth grade,
Mrs. Broka's class.
Is there a flag
in Revere House?
Yeah.
The museum inventory
logs one
Revolutionary-era flag.
(snaps)
Okay, so...
we can be in Boston
in a couple of hours,
if you guys can figure out
what we do with the flag
once we get it.
MAN:
Well, this is quite a surprise,
uh, but the Historical Society
is always happy to assist,
Agent Mills.
The FBI appreciates your help.
You'll find that
most of the rooms
are exactly as Revere left them,
virtually untouched,
and we've actually
been getting
more visitors these days.
Mostly Hamilton fans
hoping to recognize stuff
from the musical.
(chuckles)
Have you seen it?
A musical
about Alexander Hamilton?
Unbelievable.
The man had a voice
like a stuck goat.
Seriously, that's why
he wrote so many pamphlets.
No one could bear to listen
to him speak.
Would you mind if we
took a look around?
Oh, not at all.
Let me just make sure
the exhibits have been cleared.
Thank you.
Stuck goat?
Your father seemed...
well.
I guess.
Perhaps now we might see
a little more of him
around the house.
Go on, Crane.
What do you want to ask?
No, nothing.
I merely want
to express how
pleased I am
that you and Miss Jenny
have reconciled
with your father.
Well, I don't know
about reconciled,
but we're making progress.
Probably more so
for me than Jenny.
But...
I'm also at a point in my life
where I am
a little more open to change,
which is why
I think I'm going
to tell Danny the truth
about the whole
secret, monster-fighting.
Are you sure?
I think it's time that he knew.
If I want to have
any chance at something
more with him,
I have to be honest.
All clear.
The house is yours.
Thank you.
Here.
Oh, this is in a sorry
state of disrepair.
I guess the Founding Fathers
did not believe
in mothballs.
This was not made
by Betsy's hand.
What?
Are you sure?
Yes, Betsy always used
a modified whipstitch
to protect the edges
of her garments.
This is a cross-stitch.
Someone has taken
Betsy's original flag
and left this
counterfeit in its place.
(low rumbling)
What was that?
(alarm beeping)
Someone turned
on the smithy,
and I can't turn it off.
I have to call
the fire department.
You folks need
to get out of here.
The smoke isn't coming
from there.
Oh.
Whoa, these walls are scorching.
(yells)
(growls)
(growling)
(gun clicks)
(gunshots)
Crane!
Crane! Come on.
Crane.
(growls)
What was that thing?
I recognized the garments
it was wearing.
It was the uniform
of the 8th Virginia Regiment.
Now, most of the 8th Regiment
was killed
during the Battle of Monmouth,
but some defied orders
and escaped.
Now...
there was an entry
in Franklin's notebook.
After Washington captured
one of the deserters,
the Sisterhood of the Radiant
Heart tarred and bandaged
the prisoner
using infernal materials,
thus transforming him
into a creature known
as the Eternal Soldier.
Revere must have
assigned him
to protect Betsy's flag,
and when we attempted
to remove it,
the Soldier was awoken.
Except that wasn't
the actual flag.
At some point in history,
someone replaced it with a fake.
Someone who knew how
to get around the Soldier.
Well, unlike said person,
we have roused the beast,
and in doing so,
I fear we may have painted
the proverbial target
upon our backs.
The creature will not rest
until he hunts us down.
So, not only do we need
to find the real flag,
we need to do so without being
roasted by an overheated guard.
Yes.
And we're running out of time.
(sighs)
Well, I can't find anything
in the Sumerian texts.
Did you dig up anything else
on the Orpheus legend?
Downtown Brown's Taffy House?
Okay, I know I'm not that
experienced with all this,
but I don't think the
road to the Underworld
runs through a candy shop.
My dad used to get us taffy
from this place
when we were kids.
My favorite were the pink ones.
Not that he'd remember.
Come on, it sounds like
the guy's trying.
I mean, that's got to count
for something, right?
I guess.
It was just so weird.
Sitting around,
pretending to be this,
like, normal family.
Looking at photos, laughing.
Yeah.
I mean, look,
this whole thing
is as new to him
as it is to you.
Yeah, you know why
it's new to him?
'Cause he abandoned us.
I'm sorry, just...
we're trying to save the world,
and I'm here whining
about candy. (chuckles)
It's okay.
Abbie sent these.
They were hoping that
whoever took the real flag
would leave behind a clue,
something that might
tell us where it went.
What's with the holes?
I don't know.
Burn marks?
Moths?
No, they're too symmetrical.
They're all identical.
Hmm, meaning they were
put there deliberately.
Maybe a grille cipher?
Yeah, maybe, but, I mean,
what would the source text be?
Why stripes?
What?
I mean, I get why
the Founding Fathers
put stars on the flag,
and the-the red, white and blue,
that's from
the British flag, right?
But why stripes?
Music notes.
You want to play Name That Tune?
Yeah.
All right.
G-E-C-
E-G-
C.
♪ Oh, say can you see... ♪
(chuckles)
Why is "The Star-Spangled
Banner" on this flag?
JENNY:
Francis Scott Key
wrote "The Star-Spangled Banner"
during the War of 1812,
decades after the crossing
of the Delaware.
Right, so there was no way that
he could have been involved
with the journey
to the Catacombs, but here
is the thing about Key.
He was a Mason.
JENNY: That's right.
Now, during the war,
the British were invading
the country and ransacking
artifacts everywhere.
They hit the Capitol,
the White House,
and they were targeting
other important sites...
Like Paul Revere's house.
So, rather than risk
Betsy's flag
falling into the wrong hands,
Key secured it elsewhere.
(explosions, soldiers shouting)
JENNY: Being a Mason,
the story
of the Eternal Soldier
would have been
passed down to him,
so he knew how
to avoid triggering it,
but he left behind a clue
as to where he put
the real flag.
"Oh, say, can you see,
by the dawn's early light..."
Anapests.
I cannot abide anapests.
JOE: Crane.
"Gave proof through the night
"that our flag
was still there."
Key wrote those words
at Fort McHenry in Baltimore.
Road trip?
JENNY: We'll meet you there.
I have some ideas on how
to deal with your tar monster,
but I got to pick up
some equipment.
Without the protection
of the Masonic Cell,
we must keep moving
or face detection by...
Danny.
What are you doing here?
I just got a call
from an angry historian,
saying one of my agents
wrecked a national monument.
I can explain that.
What were you doing in Boston?
And why does he have to be
with you everywhere you go?
Agent Reynolds...
I wasn't asking you.
I was talking to her.
I gave you space, Abs,
and I think I've been
more than patient.
You have.
But there are
consequences...
Danny!
(growling)
FBI!
Freeze!
Danny...
I'm warning you,
not another step.
(gunshots)
What the hell?
Oh, God.
(screams)
(growling)
(tires screeching)
CRANE: Get in!
Come on, Danny, move.
Inside.
(tires squealing)
(groans)
That man... I unloaded a clip
into his chest,
and he kept coming.
In his hands he created fire.
Okay, that is
because he is not a man.
Wh-What are you saying?
He's a...
A demon.
A monster.
Accursed spawn of hell.
There are some things
about this town,
things that
seem impossible,
but monsters are real,
and they're here
in Sleepy Hollow.
An-- and you...
fight these monsters?
The two of you?
So, that explains
the disappearing acts, the lies,
the excuses,
it was because of...
o-o-of this.
I wanted to tell you, really,
and that's what I was
getting at this morning,
and I should have
told you sooner,
but I didn't want you
to find out like this.
The thing is,
it's only after us,
so we're gonna drop you off
so you'll be safe.
That doesn't sound good.
It's okay.
We have a plan.
HIDDEN ONE:
Pandora!
Pandora,
where are you?
I am here.
Why have you not
brought me more sacrifices
to replenish the Hourglass?
I am almost restored.
I will no longer
be providing for you.
No longer
will I feed your vanity,
your hunger and your pride.
How dare you?
You forget your place.
My place?
I thought my place
was by your side,
as an equal,
not as a slave.
You were a slave once.
And I rose up,
and I helped you rise up.
If there is one thing
that I learned
from those Witnesses,
it is that the power
of a true bond
can conquer any might.
They are stronger
because they have each other.
They are stronger
because they love each other.
You?
You love only this.
The power.
(chuckles)
You are as foolish
as you are cruel.
My astral form is
what you mindlessly lash
out against now.
A trick I learned from you.
I am now safely far away,
out of your reach.
By sundown tomorrow,
I will be the one true God,
and I will wipe away this world,
you included.
Then you will see just
how far my reach extends.
You love these
humans so much.
You wear their clothes.
You feel their petty,
worthless emotions.
If you want
to live among them,
then you shall die among them.
How long have you known?
I was wondering
how you and Mills got
so close so quickly.
Not long.
I got clued in
when we were hunting for Mills.
I was...
exposed to some
weird stuff and...
Crane got me up to speed.
Why didn't you tell me?
Tell you what?
That... that Mills was trapped
in a mystical dimension
and we had to battle demons
from hell to get her back?
'Cause I'm not sure
how that would have looked
on my quarterly evaluation,
you know?
Yeah, I'm not just your boss.
I'm your friend.
Yeah, you are,
and as your friend,
I wanted to protect you.
This is not like-like
telling someone
that you've joined
a private club
with a secret
handshake, okay?
You get pulled into this world,
and there are consequences.
Responsibilities.
Once you know the truth,
there's no going back.
Who else is in on this?
Mills' sister
and her boyfriend, the EMT.
Th-There's probably others,
right?
I mean, this is not something
that stays quiet.
I don't know.
That's the truth, man.
I'm not that far ahead
of you on this.
(sighs)
Welcome to the club.
Lieutenant?
Hmm?
You all right?
Yeah.
I mean, look,
I hate the way
that Danny found out.
I should have told him before,
so I could have controlled
the message.
Agent Reynolds
is strong of spirit.
He will be fine.
And if there's one thing
I've learned,
it is that life
rarely allows one
the luxury of hewing
to one's plans.
The best we can do is
adapt to those turns
we never see coming.
(indistinct chatter)
Go and fetch Betsy Ross.
Tell her we need her help.
Miss Ross has left camp.
When?
I don't know, sir,
but she said to give you this
after the boats returned.
BETSY:
My dearest Crane,
Why is it there is
always so much to say
when there is so little time?
You see, I am leaving,
and I fear I will never
see you again.
Do not attempt to find me.
Where I go,
I go of my own accord,
and I am at peace
with the future that awaits,
but know that I curse myself
for not being strong enough
to bid you farewell in person.
For I have never been one
who can bear saying good-bye
to someone I love.
So be strong for both of us.
As always,
I shall count on that.
With affection,
Betsy Ross.
And she was right.
I never saw her again.
I'm sorry, Crane.
But at least now
you know where she went.
She traveled to the Catacombs
to get the Eye of Providence,
and because she did,
Washington won the war.
Yes.
And 'twas best we parted
when we did.
She had her path to follow
after that mission,
and I had mine,
but my point is,
Lieutenant,
if you care for someone,
do not leave
anything unsaid.
Crane, this is
an American fort, right?
Used by an American army?
Yes.
Used continuously
for over 125 years.
But why is there
a 42-foot statue of Orpheus
on the grounds?
CRANE:
These, around the base.
These figures
are from Greek mythology.
Hmm.
No sign of Hades...
Orpheus used
a lyre to enter the Underworld.
(bell chimes)
Any requests?
You know the tune.
(bells playing
"The Star-Spangled Banner")
(whispering):
All right.
(gears turning)
(sighs)
Still beautiful, Betsy.
(growling)
(yells)
(bellowing)
JENNY: Figured hot tar
doesn't mix well
with cold liquids.
Can't get much colder
than liquid nitrogen.
(grunts)
Science.
You guys okay?
A little singed,
but no worse for wear.
Did you get the flag?
(chuckles)
Long day?
Guessing not as long as yours.
What happened with the, uh,
fire man?
(chuckles) Extinguished.
How often do you deal
with stuff like this?
Seems like too often.
So, listen, Danny,
I know you have
a lot of questions,
and I am going to
get to all of them-- I promise--
but first I need
to say something.
Thank you.
(sighs)
For the longest time,
I told myself that
I couldn't let anything happen
between us because
of this responsibility
that comes before anything else,
but that was just an excuse.
Uh,
the funny thing is,
I thought that
once you knew the truth
about the craziness of my world,
that I would be relieved.
I thought, I won't have to hide
anything from him anymore.
But now you know and...
I'm still scared,
because it's no longer
about the monsters
or the supernatural
or anything else.
It's just,
it's just about, um,
you and me.
You and me.
I thought I knew what that was,
but now I really don't know
what's what.
Crane.
He's not normal, is he?
Is he a ghost?
Mm-mm.
Huh.
That would have explained a lot.
(laughs)
One more question.
Can I kiss you?
Hey.
I never took you
for a camper type.
(chuckles) Yeah,
I like to stay mobile
and private.
Oh, uh, I-I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to intrude.
I just came by to drop this off.
What is this?
Just my way
of saying thanks.
For what?
For opening the door.
(car door opens, engine starts)
(door closes)
(chuckles)
(bells tolling)
ABBIE: You want to tell me
why you called me
to Law Memorial Park
at sunrise?
I was attempting to ascertain
how this flag might work.
I tried everything:
lemon juice, perfume,
all of Betsy's old
spy craft tricks.
No luck.
It made me realize
perhaps I didn't know Betsy
as well as I thought.
Wait.
Then it struck me.
This flag is
more than simply
a piece of fabric.
This is a symbol of the nation
we fought to bring forth.
It means something more.
Just like
the national anthem.
It means something more.
Okay.
"Oh, say can you see, by..."
"By the dawn's early light."
It's the path Washington took
to the Catacombs.
Are you ready to go back,
Lieutenant?
Let's go.
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Media Access Group at WGBH