You are freaking out, Crane.
Hardly.
I'm making preparations
for restoring Pandora's box.
Oh, I know you well enough
to know when you're bugging.
Very well, perhaps I am
a little more
than moderately agitated.
And for good reason--
finding Betsy Ross alive,
trapped down here.
It's what happens when she
leaves that concerns me more.
If Betsy enters the Well
you used to leave this place,
she will return
in her own time, so...
you and I
must endeavor to
help her on her way
as soon as she returns
from scouting
the environs.
And we cannot let on
that we are from the future.
Or we risk
damaging the time stream.
I get it. I saw Star Wars.
Trek not Wars, but yes.
As Captain James Tiberius Kirk
learned the hard way
in the most
memorable episode,
"City on the Edge of Forever."
Okay, well, I will let you
be the one to bring up
jumping into
a bottomless well.
BETSY:
My circumnavigation
has revealed nothing of
use to the war effort.
Yeah, nothing but sand and sun
for over 1,000 miles.
Which makes me wonder
how you came to acquire
such intimate knowledge
of the Catacombs.
That information we
cannot share, Betsy.
You see, we are more than
simply a rescue mission.
We have very
specific orders
from General Washington.
He would only have shared the
existence of the supernatural
with you in the most dire
of circumstances.
Or sent a stranger
to accompany you.
In your absence,
Lieutenant Mills and I
have formed a very
strong partnership.
Lieutenant?
There are no female officers
in the Continental Army.
It's a pet name.
I...
call him Crane.
CRANE:
Regrettably,
the veil of secrecy precludes
our sharing of details, Betsy.
We are to restore a powerful,
supernatural artifact,
and it is our only hope
against a foe who holds the fate
of the world in his hands.
"Here rests
"the container that holds
all the evil of the world.
"Dark vessel of nightmare.
(echoing):
"Dread urn forged in the void.
Let that which is broken
be remade."
When last we saw this box,
'twas silver in hue.
Did we do something wrong?
I performed the incantation
as instructed.
Over here.
Cuneiform is the same
as on the pedestal.
"Binding the evils
of the world.
"A radiance given by...
"one who bears Witness.
An Eternal Soul."
Pandora made
no reference to this.
That can't be good.
CRANE:
No, nor the reference
to Witness,
specifically this...
Eternal Soul.
I fear
the missing ingredient
may be one of us.
Lieutenant!
(loud whooshing)
(grunting)
(gasping)
Lieutenant...
are you all right?
Fine.
(panting)
Its bark is worse
than its bite.
The Box--
we did it.
Which means it got
what it needed.
(groans)
No, no.
Abbie.
There's a pulse.
It feels very faint.
Crane...
Save your strength.
I hope you got the plates
off the truck that hit me.
The Box took something precious.
There's a void.
Something's wrong.
We'll fix it.
We've come back
from worse.
It is a side of the job
that is never advertised.
And we were just talking about,
on the way here, cheating death.
Enough of that.
Perhaps Washington or Revere
can help her when we get back.
We're not coming back
with you, Betsy.
You are not the Crane I know.
Betsy, believe me, I am telling
the truth in that I...
cannot tell the whole truth.
Only one truth matters.
Your heart belongs
to Abigail Mills.
She is my partner.
I must leave this place.
Um...
at the far end
of the plateau
there is a Well beside
the stump of a tree.
Enter and...
you will return
from whence you came.
Miss Mills.
You have a good partner
in Ichabod Crane.
Put him in his place
every once in a while.
Keeps him honest.
I'm sorry about how
things ended with Betsy.
At least now I understand
why we never spoke
after she returned from this...
dreadful place.
Our partnership
was a prelude to a destiny
I could never have imagined.
One I share with you.
Shall we?
Well, not until you tell me
whatever it is...
you don't want to tell me.
The tablet I found
in my family crypt
had a symbol on it I could not
translate until today,
when it appeared on
the wall of the antechamber.
It reads, "Eternal Soul,"
meaning the soul
of a Witness
that the Box requires.
Which is why
Pandora sent us both.
There are powerful forces
at work here,
and I do not intend
to be pawn to them.
We make our own destiny.
Right now, we are destined
to take a plunge.
Let's do this.
In through a tree,
out through a well.
How about an escalator
to the Catacombs?
It would not have the same
metaphorical heft, I fear.
Now...
let us not miss the perfect
opportunity for embracing...
(echoing):
Tally-ho!
That was not very sporting!
(grunts)
What she said.
♪ ♪
(door opens)
Abbie, you made it.
(grunts)
The mission was a success.
ABBIE: How'd it go on this end?
Where is everyone?
Where's Joe, Sophie, Reynolds?
Dad.
Jennifer asked me to come.
What's wrong? What happened?
It's Joe.
He, uh...
(crying):
He turned again.
The Hidden One...
I'm sorry.
Joe was our brother.
And mine.
My condolences, Miss Jenny.
Master Corbin
fought bravely,
and he saved
countless lives,
and we will honor him
by picking up his standard
and marching on.
Believe me...
the Hidden One
will pay for this.
I've been looking for ways
to modify our arsenal,
searching for myths
in which gods are killed,
like the Norse Ragnarok.
Twilight of the Gods.
The battle in which
all existence
was destroyed and remade.
We just need to get
around that part.
Nothing is where
it used to be.
You been here before?
Many years ago.
My friendship with August Corbin
was strained, but there was...
always mutual respect.
Oh, here it is.
The Elder Edda. (blows)
If there's a clue
in the Ragnarok myth,
you'll find it here.
But a weapon
powerful enough
to take down a god?
It's a tall order.
And we have just the thing,
but the Box
is no use without Pandora.
The Hidden One disappeared
with her to parts unknown.
CRANE:
And these...
chirosiphones
have proven most useful
against all manner of creatures.
Shouldn't take long
to whip up some Greek Fire.
(chuckles)
If you have a moment.
I'll, um...
make the arrangements for Joe.
I owe it to his father.
And you girls
have bigger fish to fry.
Thank you.
And thank you
for looking after Jenny.
It's nothing but a thing.
All that water
under the bridge--
doesn't make us
any less a family.
Amen to that.
Are you okay?
I'm fine.
I have a thousand questions
that I want to ask you,
but right now is not the time.
No, but when
the moment's right,
there is much I need
to tell you, young lady.
I look forward to it.
Sorry about your friend.
We'll pay our respects when
we stop the world from ending.
We got the Box.
Now we need
to find its owner.
We've been monitoring
emergency bands.
National Weather Service
is on alert.
There's a freak storm
building over the Hudson Valley.
ABBIE:
Wild guess--
target's at
the epicenter.
All right, thanks.
Just doing our part
for Team Witness, right?
Not just for that.
For taking all this
in stride.
I'm just glad
we're all on the same page.
Me, too, Danny.
You and Sophie
stay on overwatch.
Keep the situation
under wraps.
I'm gonna get the Box
back to Pandora.
(thunder rumbling)
Husband, release me
from this prison.
I have decided, Pandora,
my rise shall be in stages.
Rivers running red.
Crops turning black.
Water, water everywhere...
and not a drop to drink.
(loud whooshing)
I was wondering
when you were gonna make
your last stand, Witness.
Feed, my precious one.
HIDDEN ONE:
Enough of this!
Feed as you never have before.
Impossible.
CRANE:
No...
just highly improbable.
Which, as luck would have it,
is our stock in trade.
(grunts)
No.
I will not allow it.
ABBIE:
What's wrong?
You had him on the ropes.
It cannot draw any more energy.
In order to stop him,
you know what it needs,
Abbie.
You're resisting.
You're holding on to hope.
It hungers for the light
at the center of your being.
It needs...
a binding agent to hold the
darkness together, Abbie.
He's getting
his power back.
It needs the rest
of your Eternal Soul.
In the Catacombs,
Abbie, you beat it.
The Box didn't finish.
Because you closed it
before it could.
Yes.
PANDORA:
Open it.
Give it what it needs.
Only you can
do this, Abbie.
CRANE:
No.
There has to be another way.
He will kill us all.
Open it.
Save the world, Abbie.
No, Abbie!
PANDORA:
Yes.
Let it speak to you.
Give it your strength.
Give it your hope.
Give it your life!
(loud rumbling)
Abbie!
Crane...
...never give up hope.
Abbie...
Abbie, no!
Feeling contrite,
I imagine.
Beg for forgiveness.
Beg for your life.
(raspy breathing)
I would do whatever you ask.
That was for Joe.
How dare you.
This was my victory,
not yours.
Pandora.
The threat is over.
Now...
wherever this container
took Abbie,
return her.
I'm through
being ordered around.
No, no.
We retrieved
this Box for you.
We gave you
everything you asked.
And now you can be
the first to worship me.
The Hidden One is dead.
I have his power now.
I won't ask much
of my followers,
only that they serve me,
obey me,
and as is fitting, fear me.
What did you do to my sister?
I had no recourse but to use
her spirit to reform the Box,
pushed to the edge as I was.
You used us.
We used each other.
Let's call it even.
Damn you.
Damn you!
No, Crane, wait.
We need her...
to get Abbie back.
My husband let power
go to his head.
I won't make the same mistake.
I don't want
to destroy this world.
I quite like it.
As long as I am obeyed,
I will be a benevolent goddess.
(snaps fingers)
Tell me it's not true.
Abbie did what she did
to save us all.
So she's just gone?
Just like that?
CRANE:
No.
Not gone.
But she is trapped
in an infernal Box.
We have brought
her back
from purgatory,
from the Catacombs,
and we will free her
again now, today.
If she's trapped inside the Box,
how do we get her out?
Pandora's the cause;
she is the solution.
She controls the Box.
She can release
the lieutenant.
How do we twist her arm when
she's stolen the power of a god?
'Tis not the only power
she stole.
JENNY:
The Blavatsky Map.
It locates monsters.
'Tis time we fought fire
with fire.
♪ Well, your hands
are getting friendly ♪
♪ But I know exactly
where they are... ♪
AUGUST:
Ice cream's getting warm.
Pie's getting cold.
Not a good combo.
Take a seat, kiddo.
Coffee works twice as good
as pinching yourself.
I didn't figure you
for an angel.
(laughs)
Me? (chuckles)
Not even.
You know what kind of pension
those fools get?
No, this isn't heaven, kid,
not by a long shot.
Is it hell?
The pie's too good.
Well, the last time
I saw your face,
it was on a demon.
I'm what's left of the man
you knew, warts and all.
Made his share
of mistakes.
It cost him...
and his son.
You know about Joe.
He was a soldier,
like his old man, like you.
Soldier knows
when to make a sacrifice.
Keep the world turning.
Springsteen making records,
kids on swings,
trouts in the stream,
all that good stuff.
You made that same sacrifice,
Abbie.
It was me or the world,
and my world felt complete.
I made peace
with my sister,
Daniel Reynolds,
found my dad,
your old friend Ezra.
You've come a long way.
And now you've come
to take me into the light.
(laughs)
Pearly gates?
(laughing)
No, no, no, no, no, no.
Not yet, anyway.
You ever hear of the phoenix?
Yeah, magical bird,
when it dies,
it immolates itself, and from
the ashes another one arises.
Right, so when you see
that bird, it's the same bird,
only it isn't.
When did you get
so damn cryptic?
(laughs)
Oh, you want honesty.
I'm proud of you, Agent Mills.
I'm so proud of you.
I know you're ready
for the next adventure.
What?
What happens to Crane?
You know he's still
trying to get you back.
He'll never give up;
he always finds a way.
Yeah, well, you two have that
in common, don't you?
You've taken him
as far as you can, Abbie.
Oh, my God.
Thank you.
Uh...
would you excuse me
for a minute?
I'm gonna go buy my son a beer.
(chuckles)
(laughs)
(choir humming)
♪ Ooh ♪
♪ Oh, happy day ♪
♪ When Jesus washed ♪
♪ Washed ♪
♪ When Jesus washed ♪
♪ When ♪
♪ Jesus washed ♪
♪ When Jesus washed ♪
♪ He washed our sins away. ♪
(singing stops, quiet murmuring)
Can I help you?
Blood!
War.
Famine.
Poverty.
A clawing sickness in our souls.
No wonder you seek succor.
I must ask you to leave.
(people murmuring)
(people gasping)
This world has become
a terrifying place.
You want to push
your fears aside,
but they are all around you.
Rejoice!
For I have come.
(chuckles)
And all I ask is for your love,
your adoration,
your respect.
I can take your fears away
or I can send them
slavering to your door.
(loud rumbling)
(people screaming)
Though I loved him dearly,
he loved me not.
I trusted him dearly.
He trusted me not.
Now he lies dead.
Dead, dead, dead.
CRANE:
Pandora!
Abbie-- bring her back.
And if I do not?
Samael,
Abbaddon,
Dark Rider of
the Apocalypse,
I call you forth.
(thunder rumbling)
(horse whinnying)
(whinnying continues)
Horseman!
I called you forth
with a purpose.
A common enemy.
I made very quick work
of you before,
and I will do it again.
You defeated him
absent his true power.
Wait, if you give him the head,
doesn't the apocalypse begin?
Moloch's apocalypse.
Moloch's dead.
Avatar of Death!
End her.
There!
JENNY: You think
he has a chance against her?
He is the embodiment of death.
No need to fight.
I could use
a strapping gentleman
like you by my side.
Oh, no.
He can't do it on his own.
Stay here.
Crane!
Do you feel that, Witness?
The pain...
the loss, the fear!
JENNY:
Crane!
Hey.
I lost her. I lost her.
Hey...
I lost Abbie.
Hey, listen to me!
She is with you.
She sacrificed herself
so that you could be here
and win the day.
Don't you dare
let that be for nothing.
There is always another way.
(grunting)
Horseman!
Enough!
It's over.
Enough death
for one night.
Leave.
Death wins in the end,
it seems...
even for a goddess.
You love her, don't you?
She is your hope...
your everything.
I took her from you.
Let her out.
Let her out now.
It's over.
(gasping)
She was never inside it.
She's dead.
Dead and gone.
The Box...
it's gonna explode again.
Quickly.
Okay.
Quickly!
(door slams)
(explosion)
(lock buzzes)
Crane.
Abbie.
Unlock the door.
Let's go home.
You're going back, Crane.
We don't have long.
It's time to say good-bye.
No.
No, Abbie.
Abbie, don't.
Abbie!
I saw the Box take you.
It did.
Used my soul.
But now the Box
is broken to bits.
You saw to that.
I'm free.
We...
are Eternal Souls, Crane.
What does that mean?
Well, I don't really
know myself,
but I couldn't go
into the light.
There was an
old friend there,
who came to tell me
that my job is done.
And this place...
where are we?
It's a waiting room
between life and death.
I am being called.
No, Abbie, we began
this journey together,
we will end it together.
My journey isn't over.
And for a Witness,
it never truly is.
But...
Abbie Mills has done
what she's supposed to do.
(door opens)
I don't understand.
Don't try.
It's more something...
you feel.
Your whole life...
has finally fallen
into place.
Mm-hmm.
Yes, it has.
I made peace
with it, Crane.
Whatever this next stage is,
I'm ready.
It's time for a new beginning.
What is there for me
in a world without you?
Think about it.
Washington knew
that you had a destiny.
You've had mentors
like Benjamin Franklin
and Thomas Jefferson,
and partners...
like Betsy Ross...
and me.
Our job was
to carry you forward.
My job is done.
No.
Not good-bye.
It's more like:
until we meet again.
In the meantime,
bash some monsters for me.
(chuckles)
And look out for my sister.
Abbie.
I shall miss you.
Do more than that.
Honor our bond.
And be brave.
Be strong.
I know you will be.
You're my guy, always.
My, my.
Be still, my
beating heart.
(laughs)
JENNY (echoing):
Crane!
Crane! Crane!
Crane.
Oh, my God. Hey.
Abbie?
(sighs)
(grunts)
She's gone.
She's really gone.
No.
The Box may have
taken her hope.
But she is--
and will forever be--
ours.
Are you certain you would not
like my company, Miss Jenny?
Thanks for asking,
but I think this is something
I have to do by myself.
Joe always said he wanted
to spend more time
up at his dad's cabin,
and I thought I'd...
spread his ashes in the lake.
It's fitting.
A serene resting place.
You are coming back?
Someone's got to keep you
out of trouble.
Tell my sister I said hello,
and that I miss her.
I always do.
Well, the final season
of American Idol has begun.
It's not a return to form.
Requires your
spirited commentary.
Oh, I've been accepted
as archivist
to the Historical Society,
and I'm moving forward
with my
citizenship application.
Slowly.
Your house is now up for sale.
I've begun the search
for a place of my own.
The rental market
is more murderous
than any supernatural beast
we've fought.
Not a peep on that front.
'Tis a respite
I fear will not last.
This is Sleepy Hollow,
after all.
You are missed.
Never forgotten.
EZRA:
Mr. Crane.
I didn't get a chance
to say the words you spoke
at Abbie's service
were quite lovely...
We don't have much time, Crane.
Abigail's death
has set wheels in motion,
and you need all the information
I can give you.
There must always be
two Witnesses.
When one dies,
their soul does not move on.
It's eternal.
Wait, wait.
Abbie told me this.
It wasn't a dream.
Mr. Mills, if there's
a chance she lives...
No, no, it doesn't
work like that.
Not as I understand it.
The essence of
a Witness's soul finds someone
from their
extended bloodline
and sparks a new Witness.
So Abbie's Eternal Soul
lives on...
in someone else.
Find her before they do.
They'll come
for you, Crane.
And they'll be looking
for her, too.
Who?
This is from
President Washington.
This is dated 1789.
"This Letter of Mark
and Reprisal empowers me..."
"...as First President
of these United States,
"to appoint
Captain Ichabod Crane
Commanding Officer."
This being the Crane I met
in the Catacombs,
not the Crane
who is said to have died
on the battlefield in 1781.
Hundreds of years from now,
the man we know and love
will be the last
of the Founding Fathers,
carrying on
what we have built.
"Captain Crane is to lead
this organization.
"His sworn duty, to stand guard
against all threats
deemed otherworldly."
George Washington founded
a secret organization
to battle the supernatural.
His intentions were noble.
They're not all
bad men,
though many have lost their way.
(tires screeching)
Forgive them...
for they know
not what they do.
♪ ♪
♪ Please allow me
to introduce myself... ♪
Ichabod Crane.
Who is asking?
Jack Walters.
I'm a federal agent.
I'd like you
to come with me.
Some people in D.C. need
to have words with you.
Do I have a choice
in the matter?
Officially, yes, but...
I suggest you not
make things difficult.
Very well.
♪ Stole many a man,
stole his faith ♪
♪ I was around
when Jesus Christ ♪
♪ Had his moment
of doubt and pain... ♪
Wherever you are...
whoever you are...
I'll find you.
♪ Pleased to meet you ♪
♪ Hope you guess my name ♪
♪ Yeah, what's puzzling you ♪
♪ Is the nature of my game. ♪
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