- Wait! He's not after you. - I'll get him!
We cannot win this.
Aah!
Remarkable. A wound like this should've killed him. But it needs no stitch,
and there's hardly a loss of blood.
You must be still.
- The fever is on you. - Katrina.
Nostradamus, Mediamus, Milk of Mercy,
in media noslaudamas.
Katrina, I tried to stop Brom, but...
Shh. Drink this down. It'll make you sleep.
The Horseman was not set to kill Brom or me. Had Brom not attacked him...
Later. Rest now.
I've discovered something. The Horseman does not kill at random.
His victims are chosen by someone who controls him.
By that very person who took his skull.
Someone who knew where to dig.
Someone of flesh and blood, as I've always said.
- These are ravings. - Shh. Drink.
Ichabod.
Shh. You were dreaming.
Yes. Things I had forgotten.
- And would not like to remember. - Tell me what you dreamt.
My mother was an innocent.
A child of nature.
Condemned.
Murdered... by my father.
Murdered by...
Murdered to save her soul...
by a Bible-black tyrant behind a mask of righteousness.
I was seven... when I lost my faith.
What do you believe in?
Sense and reason. Cause and consequence.
I should not have come to this place...
where my rational mind has been so controverted by the spirit world.
Will you take nothing from Sleepy Hollow that was worth the coming here?
No.
No, not nothing.
A kiss from a lovely young woman...
before she saw my face or knew my name.
Yes, without sense or reason.
Forgive me, I... I speak of kisses...
and you have lost your brave man, Brom.
I have shed my tears for Brom.
And yet my heart is not broken.
Do you think me wicked?
No.
But perhaps there is a bit of a witch in you, Katrina.
Why do you say that?
Because you have bewitched me.
Oh.
- You slept like the dead. - You're too kind to me.
I do not look to be served by the lady of the house.
Nor would you be, but that the servant girl has vanished.
- Sarah? - Ran away like so many others.
They're all leaving in fear.
Where is Katrina?
She watched over you till dawn. Now it is her turn to sleep.
Well, I'm fit for another day, I think.
Fit enough to face a mortal adversary.
Dr. Lancaster.
Reverend Steenwyck.
Hmm.
Notary Hardenbrook. And Magistrate Philipse.
Who tried to cut and run and lost his head.
Four frightened men, arguing together...
on the very night Magistrate Philipse was killed.
There is conspiracy here.
The doctor, the reverend, the notary and the magistrate.
What is this secret that unites them?
Magistrate Philipse knew...
there were five bodies to four graves.
He knew the widow was pregnant.
He could not tell me the name of the father.
What does this point to?
We must proceed by a process of elimination.
I shall make a list of every man and woman in Sleepy Hollow...
starting with its chief citizen, Baltus Van Tassel.
I feel we're getting very close.
Yes. I suppose Baltus is the chief citizen now that old Van Garrett is dead.
Yes, the Van Garretts.
I'd almost forgotten them.
Come with me.
- Where? - To Notary Hardenbrook's.
- Have you thought of something? - Yes.
I have.
Hopeless.
My father's satchel. Why is it here?
- Leave me alone. - Notary Hardenbrook.
Leave me alone!
Just as soon as you show me the last will and testament of old man Van Garrett.
The will leaves everything to his son.
Who died with him! So the estate passes to the next of kin.
Naturally. All legal and above board.
Sir?
I'm a dead man. No, no.
Van Garrett's seal... broken!
Seems Van Garrett made a new will just before he died.
Naming...
Widow Winship?
And here, look.
- A marriage certificate. - Aha!
Old Van Garrett secretly married the widow.
Left everything to her and her unborn child.
So the new will stood between the Van Garrett fortune...
and the person who would have otherwise inherited everything.
It's true. But we four were drawn in against our will!
- Your will? - He means...
Of course. The four town elders.
Now I see what parts you had to play.
Reverend Steenwyck knew the secret because he performed the marriage.
Dr. Lancaster attended the pregnant woman.
Magistrate Philipse gave protection of the law.
And Notary Hardenbrook concealed the documents,
which had been entrusted by Van Garrett to his faithful servant.
The four conspirators drawn into the plot.
We did not know it was a murdering plot.
But I have not finished, sir.
First, the Van Garretts, father and son, slain by a horseman...
raised from the grave to chop heads!
Now, up pops a widow with a claim on the fortune. Off with her head!
But murder begets murder.
It was the servant, Jonathan Masbath.
The night father and son quarreled over the new will,
Jonathan Masbath was summoned upstairs to bear witness.
Here is his signature. I'm afraid it was his death warrant, young Masbath.
The Horseman came for him.
Came for him at the bidding of someone who had power over him.
Someone who dug in the earth in the Western Woods and stole the skull!
The missing head which must be restored to the Horseman...
before he will return to hell!
Someone who stood to gain or lose a fortune.
None other than Van Garrett's next of kin,
Baltus Van Tassel!
Katrina? Why are you in my room?
Because it is yours.
Was it wicked of me?
No, no, not at all.
I missed you. Where did you go?
To the Notary. I had questions to ask Hardenbrook.
And did you learn anything of interest?
Perhaps.
- My father... - Your father?
Yes. My father thinks you should return to New York.
Really? Why is that?
I don't know.
Perhaps he looked in your ledger and did not like what he saw.
- What have you there? - Evidence. I'm sorry, I must ask you...
Then I'll leave you to your thoughts.
- It's just a spider. - Kill it! Kill it!
No, no, stomp it!
- There's something under here. - What is it?
- Help me move the bed. - No, I mustn't. You do it.
The evil eye! It is someone casting spells against you.
The evil eye?
Wait here.
Katrina, you took the evidence and burned it.
So you would not have it to accuse my father.
I accuse no one. But if there is guilt,
I cannot alter it no matter how much it grieves me.
And no spells of yours can alter it, either.
Your father has the motive. It is he who stands to profit from these murders.
If you knew him, you would not have such harsh thoughts about him.
Nor if you felt anything for me.
I am pinioned by a chain of reasoning!
Why else did his friends conspire to conceal...
You are the constable, not I. So find another chain of reasoning and let me be.
I cannot. Nor the one or the other. And I am heartsick with it.
I think you have no heart. And I had a mind once to give you mine.
Yes, I think you loved me that day...
when you followed me into the Western Woods to have braved such peril.
What peril was there if it was my own father...
who controlled the Headless Horseman?
Good-bye, Ichabod Crane. I curse the day you came to Sleepy Hollow.
- She will not see you. - Did she say anything?
Only that she will not come down.
I see. Thank you.
Constable?
You have not asked me how I have hurt my hand since yesterday,
which would have been polite.
In fact, you have been as careful...
not to look at it as not to mention it.
Yes. I'm sorry. How did you...
- I know you saw me. - What?
I know you followed last night,
and you must promise not to tell my husband what you saw.
Promise me!
The town is in ferment.
Horror piled on tragedy. Hardenbrook is dead.
- Oh, no! That harmless old man? - Hanged himself in the night.
Hanged himself?
Reverend Steenwyck's called a meeting in the church tonight.
Every man, woman and child is going to speak out against you.
If you are wise, you will leave this place.
What is that?
Oh! I was careless with the kitchen knife.
The wound looks angry.
I will bind it later with wild arrow root flowers.
I know where some grow.
Come on, hurry up.
The meeting bell started tolling.
The Horseman!
- Katrina! - Father?
-The Horseman saved me.
He killed her. The Horseman killed your stepmother.
Oh, God!
Fire!
You! You'll kill us all! You're the one the Horseman wants.
He cannot enter.
- The Horseman cannot enter. - Why should we die for you?
The Horseman cannot enter. He cannot cross the gate.
We have to save ourselves!
The next person that lays a hand on me will get a bullet!
He's coming back!
Enough have died already. It's time to confess our sins.
- What is it that you know? - Your four friends played you false.
We were devilishly possessed by one who...
Get out of my way! Stand back! Stay back!
Back! Stand back!
There is a conspiracy here, and I will shake it out!
It was an evil spirit possessed you.
I pray God it is satisfied now, and that you find peace.
The evil eye's done its work.
My life is over, spared for a lifetime of horrors in my sleep,
waking each day to grief.
Good-bye, Katrina.
Whoa. Whoa.
You think it was Katrina, don't you?
That can never be uttered.
A strange sort of witch, with a kind and loving heart.
- How can you think so? - I have good reason.
- Then you are bewitched by reason. - I am beaten down by it!
It is a hard lesson for a hard world, and you had better learn it, young Masbath.
Villainy wears many masks. None so dangerous as the mask of virtue.
Farewell.
- Return the coach. - What?
Turn around now!
Whoa.
Pardon my intrusion.
No blood flow, no clotting, no healing.
When this cut was made, this woman was already dead.
Dear stepdaughter.
You look as if you'd seen a ghost.
Yah!
Rise up once more, my Dark Avenger.
One more night of beheading.
Rise up with your sword.
A head... for a head.
My unholy Horseman, rise!
Come now for... Katrina!
A wake at last.
Did you think it was all a nasty dream?
Father saw the Horseman kill you.
He saw the Horseman come towards me with his sword unsheathed,
but it is I who govern the Horseman, my dear,
and Baltus did not stay to watch.
Yah! Yah!
- But there was a body. - The servant girl, Sarah.
And I always thought she was useless.
But it seems she had a purpose after all.
Who are you?
My family name was Archer.
The Archer.
I lived with my father and mother and sister in a cottage not far from here.
Until one day my father died. The land lord,
who had received many years of loyal service from my parents, evicted us.
No one in this God-fearing town...
would take us in because my mother was suspected of witchcraft.
But she schooled her daughters well...
while we lived as outcasts in the Western Woods.
She died within a year.
My sister and I remained in our refuge,
seeing not a soul.
Until one day, whilst gathering firewood,
we crossed the path of the Hessian.
Shh.
I saw his death.
At that moment, I offered my soul to Satan...
if he would raise the Hessian from the grave to avenge me.
- Avenge you? - Against Van Garrett.
The land lord who showed us no mercy and left us to starve, while...
Baltus Van Tassel and his simpering wife and girl child stole our home.
I swore I would make myself mistress of all he had.
The easiest part was the first.
To enter your house as your mother's sick nurse,
and put her body into the grave and my own into the marriage bed.
Not quite so easy was to secure my legacy.
The widow had to go, of course,
and the servant Masbath.
And just the other day, that silly midwife, Killian,
told me the widow had told her a big secret.
And she told me this right in front of her husband.
What a goose!
So, another little job for the Horseman.
But lust delivered the reverend Steenwyck into my power.
Fear did the same for the Notary Hardenbrook...
and the drunkard Philipse.
And the doctor's silence I exchanged...
for my complicity in his fornications with the servant girl, Sarah.
Yes, you have everything now.
No! You have, my dear, by your father's will.
I get everything in the event of your death!
Oh, my sister, by the way,
sadly passed away...
quite recently.
You killed your own sister?
She brought it on herself by helping you and your master!
You're just in time to have your head cut off.
The Horseman comes, and tonight he comes for you!
Katrina!
Thank God!
Watch your head.
To the roof! I have an idea.
Jump for the sails.
Jump!
Hurry!
- Is he dead? - That's the problem.
He was dead to begin with.
Hyah!
- Where are we going? - Anywhere but here.
Here. Take the reins.
Ichabod!
Yah!
My bag!
Jump!
Still alive?
Run, Katrina!
Yes, do run, and jump, and skip!
No!
Here! Take her!
She's yours!
Sir, you're not dead!
Horseman!
Hyah!
Ahh. Just in time for a new century.
You'll soon get your bearings, young Masbath.
The Bronx is up, the Battery's down.
And home is this way.