- Redcoats! Redcoats are coming! - Stop, in the name of the Crown!
Take care, gentlemen.
Keep a sharp eye. You're certain this is the right place?
Quite certain, captain.
- Secure that door. - I'll go up.
Man the door. Sir, with all due respect...
bring back the crate, and you, alive.
- Man the door. - Captain, this way.
In the name of the Virginia militia, we claim this cargo.
Step aside.
Surviving death, separated by time, tests the bonds of love.
But the moment I saw her, I knew the bravest love...
...is born again with each new day.
The kind of love that makes the mundane a marvel...
...that bewilders with its magnificence...
...until fate's cruel hand intervened...
...and in the blink of an eye, Katrina was lost to me.
I am so, so sorry.
I offer this tale, no matter how cruelly he may have treated you...
...to suggest that you do not give up, nor give in to anything less than certainty...
...in matters of the heart. No one's ever said it like that.
Thank you. It is I who should thank you, kind woman...
...for unlocking this vehicle from afar.
And showing me how the "entertainment system" operates.
Farewell, Yolanda.
Thank you for calling Northstar Assistance.
Crane. Jenny escaped.
You want me to call off the search and give your sister a head start?
Give me a head start, so this doesn't escalate.
She's been here a year and half with a release in six months.
Why risk everything now without a good reason?
Ha, ha. You're attributing reason?
Jenny's psych reports characterize her as disciplined and methodical.
Jenny does not do random.
Then for my money, that makes her even scarier.
You come visit your sister yesterday, Crane talks to her for five minutes...
...and tonight she escapes. What the hell did you say to her?
I informed the lady there'd been a series of murders in Sleepy Hollow.
And she might be helpful to our investigation.
Well, that is just great.
My opinion, though admittedly not a professional one...
...is Miss Jennifer Mills is a brilliant, misunderstood woman...
...haunted by a past she's struggling to understand...
...yet her past is precisely what makes her valuable to us.
Due respect, Crane...
...if I were her, you're the last guy I'd want vouching for my sanity.
Sir, you want facts? We've had four dead bodies in two weeks.
That is a disturbing average by anyone's count, and all of them barely explainable.
And how does this relate to your sister's escape?
I don't know, but it does, and enough to make her run.
That is why you need me.
If I get her to tell us what she thinks is happening here...
...maybe we can get ahead of this.
I just need you to buy me a little bit of time.
You got 12 hours. Then she's on a nationwide warrant.
How, how, how, how
Mm
Mm-mm-mm-mm
I love to see you strut
Up and down the floor
And when you talkin' to me
I think you earned this.
Need my things, Wendel.
Sure. Been burning a hole in my safe since you left it.
Oh
Thanks. I owe you one.
You owe me nothing, except an explanation would be nice.
Remember I told you one day this town was gonna go to hell?
I hate being right.
Left hand, Aaron. Always, the left hand will save you.
Please continue from here, the ninth measure.
Jennifer Mills has escaped.
We have reason to believe she knows where item 37 is located.
You will find her and then retrieve item 37.
A clean-up crew will arrive to assist your search.
They have a list of her known associates. Hang up if you understand.
Can I help you?
My associates and I seek a woman who may have entered your establishment, yes?
Jennifer Mills.
Never heard of her, fella.
A lot of women come in here.
You guys gotta go.
Lies require commitment, Mr. Clark.
Are you quite certain you are committed to your course?
I assure you I am.
I'll tell you what...
...you all walk out of here and I won't redecorate this place with your face.
You son of a bitch. Jennifer Mills.
She was here, yes?
Yes. Yes, she was here.
Excellent start.
However...
...progress requires suffering to evolve.
Go to hell.
No need for that, Mr. Clark.
In due time, hell will come to us.
No, listen. I already have a copy of the impound report.
I haven't spoken with the other officer or I would've directed my questions to them.
Your sister bears an inglorious list of convictions.
Weapons charges, breaking and entering...
She never did do anything halfway. I wanna know where she dumped the car.
Were there any recent GTA's in the area, carjack reports...
...and what direction she was going. I'll hold.
And it seems when she wasn't incarcerated, she was traveling the world.
There are records of journeys to Mexico, Guatemala, Nepal...
...and some place called Somalia.
It's a country in Africa.
Not exactly known for its law and order. She would have fit right in.
Why would someone travel to exotic locales...
...and then return to Sleepy Hollow if all that awaited her here was incarceration?
I don't know. Not like she had to come for reunions.
A personal query if I may? Where was your family during all this?
This is the perfect time to ask me about my childhood.
No, those dates were two weeks ago, I need today.
That is what I meant by "recently." Call me back.
Dad bailed when we were kids.
Mom had a nervous breakdown a few years later. Hospitalized.
The state dumped us in foster care.
So question answered.
After age 12 you had one foster home, and Miss Jenny had seven.
I raise it merely to note she resided in her last home for nearly a full year.
Perhaps these charitable souls possess information that might help us locate her.
Not a robbery, the till is still loaded.
There's a bank deposit bag full of cash
and last night's receipts. Mm.
Whatever it was, it was personal.
Might wanna check your breakfast, boss.
How'd he get up there?
My guess is somebody played a little hardball and then made a pinata out of him.
And a paperweight.
- Just like Corbin and the reverend. - No.
The wounds aren't cauterized. Corbin's and the reverend's were.
Markings on the torso, face. This man was tortured first.
Based on the blood pattern, head was taken after the fact, not as the killing blow.
Aside from the beheading, the M.O. is different.
I want to know the second Forensics has anything, on my cell only.
Stay off the radio on this one. You expecting more?
In this town? What do you think?
Jenny was trouble. I remember.
When someone pushed her buttons, whoo, she went off.
And I had to plead her case to the school superintendent or the sheriff.
You spoke to Sheriff Corbin about her? Ralphie, shut up!
Corbin's the one that caught her shoplifting. He let her off, though.
She claimed they'd never met.
To be honest, maybe hard jail time would've straightened her out.
Troubled kids, they need discipline and order.
That's what I give them.
The government pays you a monthly stipend for every child you take?
Trust me, it ain't enough. Must be a hardship.
If you're implying that I'm taking advantage of the...
I'm declaring. That girl is sleeping on the floor.
In violation of your conservatorship contract and about 10 state laws.
Bags under her eyes, dry skin, all symptoms of malnutrition.
And yet somehow you have enough money to put a brand-new car in the driveway.
How is that? I put a roof over your sister's head...
...when no one else would.
Nobody wanted her.
Lieutenant.
You have one choice right now. That is to tell me something...
...anything, that will help me find her.
Or so help me I will rain legal brimstone down on you so hard it'll make God jealous.
She used to take off and go up to Trout Lake, about four miles north of here.
There was a cabin, belonged to a friend.
What friend? I got no idea.
Expect a call from Family Services. I'm shutting you down.
And get that girl some food.
She told me about you, the good sister that just walked away.
Who are you really mad at here, girly? Me or you?
What are you doing? Old habits die hard.
How fortuitous. An officer of the law with a criminal past.
Mm.
Imagine the delinquency we could perpetrate if we really put our minds to it.
Lieutenant...
...this home belonged to Sheriff Corbin.
Your sister?
Oh, my God. I know. She lied to me.
It appears they were quite close.
You have no idea.
Put it down. You.
Not gonna ask twice. Neither am I.
Well, this is awkward.
You gonna shoot me? Why do you think...
...that we walked through the door instead of a SWAT team? I bought you time.
You need to trust me. Trust is the last thing you're getting.
You have no idea what we're dealing with here.
- I'm trying to make things right. - Give me a break!
Easier to stick your head in sand, pretend what's in front of you isn't happening.
Maybe I ought to leave you here, so you can bury your damn self.
Yeah, because you're good at that. Enough!
If your familial ties meant so little, you'd spend less effort baiting her to fight...
...just to stoke your misguided pride.
And you, do make some effort not to be such an easy target.
Now drop your weapons, both of you.
Nice to see you again, British guy. My name is Ichabod Crane.
How long was Sheriff Corbin in your life?
What, he didn't tell you?
No. He did not. That man had secrets.
I never knew you were one of them.
Well, unlike certain people, he believed me.
I helped him obtain rare objects, dig for information, find answers.
He sent you traveling? Why? I knew you, especially, wouldn't understand.
Corbin sent me here.
When? He came to visit the night before he died.
Never saw him in such a state.
He felt something
was coming for him.
When I asked him what, all he said was, "Death."
My God.
He told me if it turned out to be true, I had to come here and get something.
Something that he needed me to keep safe.
A sextant. For mapping sea travel.
Never heard Corbin talk about it before.
Until the night before he died, right?
The man was scared. That's all I know. Quite.
May I?
These markings, I've seen them.
Before the war, in Boston.
We received word the Redcoats had acquired a device, a weapon...
...whose power could turn the tide of the war in favor of the British.
Wait a minute, heh, is he kidding?
Revolutionary Soldier.
His wife put a spell on him, he wakes up two centuries later, now he's here.
How's that for believing?
Which regiment? The 37th.
Commanding Officer? Colonel Jonathan Brewer...
...under the command of General George Washington.
If Washington knew the nature of the weapon we were to steal...
...he certainly didn't tell us.
We tracked the secret weapon to a shipping warehouse at Boston harbor.
As the British import tax on tea was at an all-time high...
...I devised a diversion to gain entry.
The Boston Tea Party?
You're not telling me this. With the help of a local politician...
...and ally in Boston, Mr. Samuel Adams.
You invented the Boston Tea Party so you could steal something from the British.
At the time, it was referred to as "the destruction of the tea."
You've coined a far more festive name.
Unfortunately, my plans to acquire
the weapon did not proceed smoothly.
- Let's get what we came for. - Right away.
Eyes open.
- The soldier guarding it was a Hessian. - Like the Horseman.
As in "the Horseman"? One story at a time.
The Hessian took his own life to protect the weapon.
No!
Aah!
I alone was spared.
I saw what it was they sent us to claim.
A chest made of stone, therefore protected from the blast...
...covered in markings identical to this.
I summoned a detachment to ferry the chest back to Washington in secret.
That was the last I ever saw of it.
You never saw what was inside?
Whatever it was, it warranted the deploying of Hessians to guard it.
German soldiers loyal to the British crown.
Known for their ruthlessness in combat.
They sound fun. Why is the sextant connected to that chest?
Like many artifacts from my era, this sextant is much more than it appears.
Torch. Torch.
Whoa.
It's a projector. Hidden within the design of a sextant.
Washington, an avid cartographer himself...
...had them crafted to hide weapons on the battlefield.
Looks like an old survey map. Of Sleepy Hollow.
But from my era.
I believe it pinpoints the whereabouts of our mystery chest.
Get down!
Don't move!
The sextant.
They've taken it.
UZI pistol, military specs.
That's a lot of gun for Sleepy Hollow.
What's in the chest?
Answer me.
Okay, enough. My turn. What the hell are you doing?
This man tried to kill us. I am telling you to back down.
You want a feather? We can tickle it out of him.
Like the horseman before him...
...he's a Hessian.
Still at it after two centuries. It appears time hasn't diminished...
...the Hessians' fascination with ancient artifacts.
Your German is exceptional.
As is your tenacity.
What's in the box? A doorway.
To the seventh circle of hell.
Where 72 condemned souls wait upon a shore of flaming sand.
A flair for the dramatic, I see.
The Book of Revelation is dramatic.
For the two witnesses of what is to come.
Seventy-two demons.
The Lesser Key of Solomon, that's what you're talking about?
Are we all having the same conversation? It's a legend.
About a book of black magic written by King Solomon...
...filled with rituals that can conjure 72 demons he trapped in hell.
Are we to understand this book itself is a key...
...capable of unleashing these demons into our world?
It was found 12 centuries later by the Knights Templar during the Crusades.
Hidden away somewhere.
And thanks to your efforts, within our grasp at last.
- That is never gonna happen. - You continue to misunderstand.
These hours are the final movements of a symphony written centuries ago.
And all the while, we've been hiding here in Sleepy Hollow.
Living ordinary, quiet lives as we pass your manicured lawns...
...smile amicable smiles.
two, three.
We're your neighbors, perhaps even your friends.
Yet underneath the skin, unhindered by conscience, compassion...
...remorse.
Video placed the murder scene car at this address.
Prints at the scene are a match for the car, and the premises.
The man's a music teacher.
What the hell is happening here?
Detectives.
How many of you are there?
Even I don't know.
That's the whole point.
But I assure you, we are everywhere.
Growing stronger, preparing for the inevitable.
Knowing our cause is just.
Sleeper cells always have someone at the top.
One person who controls the board, who knows the endgame...
...and moves all the chess pieces around. You've already met him.
Ms. Grace Abigail Mills.
You all have.
You, Ms. Jennifer Mills, and Mr. Ichabod Crane.
How do you know my name? He told me.
Who? He's inside of you.
In your hearts. In your minds.
He's been there since he appeared to you that day in the forest.
He summoned the horseman.
And with each dark spirit he brings into our world...
...his grand design gets stronger.
He wants you to understand.
- Tell me his name. - My brothers have the map.
And soon the doorway will open.
And my task will be completed.
There's something in his mouth.
- There's something in his mouth! - Hold him!
No! No!
A cyanide pill.
What did he say?
It means, "Moloch shall rise."
No cell phone, no wallet, nothing to track him with.
This is Lieutenant Mills, I need Captain Irving immediately, this is a priority req...
Have you lost your mind? Talking on a phone after what he told us?
This is a crime scene, that's a dead body, his friends are on the way...
There are others like him. We have to assume they're everywhere.
Trust no one. Not the cops, not your boss.
This is out of control, Jenny. We can't do this by ourselves.
No, look, they were tracking me.
Abbie. You gotta trust me on this, okay? We need to do this ourselves.
That is not the way that we are doing this. You can't hide behind your badge this time.
If not for me, you'd have the National Guard on your ass.
Maybe I do. You need to rethink... Jenny.
I'm trying to concentrate!
Mill Pond.
Philipsburg Manor House.
You...? You remember it?
He has a photographic memory.
Once I've seen an image, recalling it is a rather simple matter.
North was that way. No, north is by the river.
I know where the river was, we swam there. There was a church.
The Dutch Reformed Church. Southwest. Here.
Uh, here.
The last known whereabouts of The Lesser Key of Solomon.
Let's go get this damn thing.
Here.
May I inquire where you received your combat training?
You're quite gifted.
Weapons and demo training in Mexico. Sent a drug czar home in a box.
Insurgent tactics in South Sudan.
Warlords were stealing people's food.
And women.
You're a freedom fighter, then?
I kind of learned long ago...
...that if you don't fight for the things you stand for...
...then you don't really stand for them.
She does make a compelling point... Don't.
Back away.
Show me your hands!
Let her go!
Drop the book or your sister dies.
Don't do it, Abbie. Don't do it.
- Lieutenant! - Drop the book.
Now.
You got it.
No!
They left without a farewell.
How impolite.
I never got a chance to ask...
...what's with you and Prince William?
You remember how Mom used to drag us to Bible study?
Make us memorize passages? Chapter and verse.
How much do you remember in Revelations?
And I will give power to my two witnesses...
...and they will prophesy for 1260 days.
Revelation, Chapter 11.
You're telling me that's you and him?
I know, heh, it's impossible to believe, but...
I believe everything.
Here's one for you.
Psalm 94:1.
Oh, Lord, the God of vengeance...
...let your glorious justice shine forth.
It's poetic, isn't it?
You turn your back on everything...
...and now you're picked to fight the good fight.
You just gonna keep punishing me forever?
I plan on it, yeah.
Maybe that's what this is.
It's my punishment.
For turning my back on you.
People say that, uh, things happen for a reason.
I haven't found one yet.
Because we lost everything in the forest that day.
Our childhood. For a while, our sanity.
We lost each other, Jenny.
And I need you to know...
...that...
...I see who you really are.
And I'm proud of you.
We're all the family that we have left.
You and me, that's it.
So...
...I can't take back what I did...
...but I can try to make it right.
What is this? Paperwork granting me...
...limited conservatorship over you and your legal affairs.
They'll appoint you an attorney, we have to go to court...
...but if they say yes, I can get you out of there in less than six months.
It's a psychiatric hospital, and I escaped.
What are you gonna say that'll convince anyone of anything?
They can't afford to let the state know.
Otherwise it'd mean that their security is incompetent...
...they can't control their patients.
Long story short, you are a problem that they do not need.
And...
...I believe that we can work together.
To get some answers, some real answers.
For once.
Corbin said that one clay you'd be back.
When you were ready.
Asked me to find a way to forgive you.
I said I didn't think I could.
I'm sorry that it took me so long to find you.
Ms. Mills.
The Hessian's final words were, "Moloch shall rise."
The name is referenced in several theological texts...
...notably Milton's Paradise Lost.
Read.
"First Moloch, horrid king besmeared with blood.
Of human sacrifice, and parents' tears."
So called as the God-demon of child sacrifice...
...who led a revolt of fellow demons against heaven.
This is the creature you saw in the forest, Ms. Mills.
The one who controls the horseman, who guards Katrina.
And now we know his name.