AHH.
CAPTIONING MADE POSSIBLE BY ARTISAN ENTERTAINMENT
THE SAME OLD MOVE.
ALWAYS THE SAME OLD MOVE.
NEVER GONNA CHANGE.
MY, WHAT A BRAVE MOVE.
WILL YOU BE WANTING DINNER, SIR?
THERE'S A GREAT LEG OF MUTTON TONIGHT,
AND PERHAPS A FLAGON OF BEER TO GO WITH YOUR MEAL?
THANK YOU, MISSUS.
UH, WHAT IS IT YOU'RE DOING, MISTER?
IS YOU GONNA DRAW PICTURES
LIKE YOUNG LEONARD THERE?
NO, SIR.
IT IS A KIND OF JOURNAL I KEEP OF MY TRAVELS,
AND THIS SEEMS TO BE A GOOD NIGHT
AND A GOOD PLACE TO CATCH IT UP.
I'LL HAVE YOUR DINNER IN A THRICE, SIR.
THANK YOU.
WOULD YOU LIKE TO EAT IN PEACE?
JUST SAY THE WORD.
NOT AT ALL.
I'M GLAD OF THE COMPANY.
[LAUGHING]
A JOURNAL, IS IT?
YOU HEAR THAT, BOYS?
HE KEEPS A JOURNAL.
WHAT IS A JOURNAL, SIR,
IF YOU DON'T MIND ME ASKING?
I DON'T MIND IN THE LEAST.
IT'S A KIND OF DIARY
OF STORIES I HEAR FROM PEOPLE I MEET.
OH. HEAR THAT?
IT'S STORIES HE WANTS.
WELL, YOU'VE COME TO THE RIGHT PLACE.
HAVE I?
THEN THIS ILL WIND HAS BLOWN ME SOME GOOD AFTER ALL.
WELL, IT BLOWS YOU INTO TARRYTOWN ON THE TAPPAN ZEE.
TARRYTOWN?
SOUNDS LIKE A SLEEPY PLACE.
YEP. THE GOOD DUTCH FARMERS WHO SETTLED THIS PLACE
USED TO TARRY HERE OVER A PINT AND A PIPE
AND SWAP TALL TALES ON MARKET DAY.
THAT'S HOW THE TOWN GOT ITS NAME.
UH, WHAT--
WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO WITH ALL THESE STORIES?
MORE WHAT I HOPE TO DO, SIR.
IT IS MY AMBITION TO PUBLISH A BOOK OF THEM SOMEDAY.
A BOOK?
A BOOK. A BOOK.
AHH.
THANK YOU, MY GOOD WOMAN.
MY PLEASURE, SIR.
AND IF I MAY, I'D BE CAREFUL
PUTTING ANYTHING THIS LOT HAS TO SAY IN ANY BOOK.
WHAT DO YOU WANT TO MAKE A BOOK FOR?
THE GOOD OL' TALL TALES IS BEST TOLD OUT LOUD
THE WAY WE HEARD 'EM.
A FAIR QUESTION, SIR.
IT'S GOING ON 50 YEARS AND MORE EVEN SINCE THE WAR,
AND THE STORIES PEOPLE TELL OF THOSE TIMES
WILL ALL SOON BE FORGOTTEN IF WE DON'T WRITE THEM DOWN.
OH, HE'S GOT A POINT THERE.
WHEN WE'RE GONE, WHO'LL BE LEFT
TO TELL ANY TALES AT ALL?
I CAN'T EVEN REMEMBER MY NAME.
WE'LL, I'D BE GLAD TO STAND AROUND
FOR THE PLEASURE OF HEARING ANY TALES YOU DO REMEMBER.
MY OWN FATHER WAS ONE OF THE MEN
THAT HUNG MAJOR ANDRE FROM THE TULIP TREE
RIGHT HERE IN SLEEPY HOLLOW.
I REMEMBER IT VERY WELL.
HE WAS A BRITISH SPY PRETENDING HE WAS SENT HERE
BY GENERAL WASHINGTON HISSELF.
WELL, SIR, MY FATHER SEEN
THAT HE WAS WEARIN' BRITISH OFFICER BOOTS,
AND THEY HAD A GOOD LOOK AT HIS POCKETS,
AND THEY COME UP WITH A NOTE
WRITTEN BY THAT TRAITOR BENEDICT ARNOLD.
WELL, SIR, THEY FORWARD MARCHED HIM
RIGHT OVER TO THE TULIP TREE,
AND THEY STRUNG HIM UP RIGHT THERE.
WOULD YOU LIKE TO HEAR THAT TALE?
I WOULD INDEED.
YOU JUST DID.
AND AN EXCELLENT TALE IT IS, THANK YOU.
IT WEREN'T THE TULIP TREE. IT WAS THE OLD OAK.
AND HOW WOULD YOU KNOW IT?
YOUR PAP WASN'T THERE, WAS HE?
OH, NO, HE WEREN'T.
BUT I WAS THERE MESELF.
NOT 17 YET.
IT WAS IN THE FALL OF '76.
WHEN I TOLD IT IT WAS A TRUE TALE.
NOW THAT YOU STUCK YOUR OAR IN IT,
IT'S JUST NOTHIN' BUT AN ANOTHER TALL TALE.
I'D GLADLY GIVE YOU PAPER FROM MY JOURNAL,
IF YOU'D SHOW ME WHAT YOU'VE BEEN DRAWING
ALL THIS TIME ON THAT SCRAP OF BUTCHER'S PAPER.
AND WHO WOULD THIS BE?
THAT WOULD BE MR. ICHABOD CRANE.
YEAH.
COULDN'T BE NO OTHER.
AYE, THAT'S HIM.
IT'S AS IF LEONARD HAS SEEN HIM IN THE FLESH ITSELF.
IT SEEMS LEONARD THINKS THERE'S A TALE TO BE TOLD
ABOUT THIS MR. CRANE.
OH, AYE, AND SO THERE IS.
AND I'LL BE THE ONE TO TELL IT.
AS FOR THE REST OF YOU,
YOU WERE NOTHIN' BUT A BUNCH OF RUNNY-NOSED BRATS,
IF YOU EVER SAW THE MAN OR NOT.
ICHABOD CRANE-- THE ONLY MAN
TO BE TAKEN OUTRIGHT FROM THIS WORLD
BY THE HEADLESS HORSEMAN OF SLEEPY HOLLOW.
NOW, THAT DOES SOUND LIKE A GOOD TALE.
JUST SHOWED UP ON SLEEPY HOLLOW ROAD ONE DAY
IN THE SPRING OF...'91.
A YANKEE OUT OF CONNECTICUT, OR SO HE SAID.
LOOKIN' FOR WORK AS A SCHOOL TEACHER,
OR SO HE SAID.
AAH!
GOOD MORNING.
[WOMEN TALKING, CHICKEN CLUCKING]
GOOD MORNING.
[DRIVER MUTTERING]
[LAUGHING]
THERE HE IS! LOOK!
IT'S THE SCARECROW. YOU SEE, I'M NOT A LIAR.
WHOA!
[METAL CLANGING, MEN LAUGHING]
AH, GOOD DAY TO YOU, GENTLEMEN.
I WONDER IF YOU'D BE SO KIND
AS TO DIRECT ME TO THE HOME OF MR. HANS VAN RIPPER.
Boy: WOW!
HERE YOU GO. GO ON, NOW.
LET'S GO, FELLAS!
AND WHAT BUSINESS HAVE YOU WITH HIM, STRANGER?
AH. I HAVE IT FROM A MAN I MET UP RIVER
THAT THERE MIGHT BE A POSITION
FOR A MAN OF LETTERS AS HEADMASTER
OF THE SLEEPY HOLLOW SCHOOL.
I AM TOLD THAT MR. VAN RIPPER
IS THE SUPERINTENDENT.
[ALL LAUGHING]
YOU MAY MOCK ME, MY GOOD YOUNG MAN,
BUT I ASSURE YOU NO BETTER CANDIDATE
IS LIKELY TO BE FOUND.
I WASN'T LAUGHING AT YOU, FRIEND.
JUST AT THE IDEA
ANYONE WOULD WANT THE JOB.
BUT I'D SAY YOU'RE JUST THE MAN FOR IT,
IF ANYONE IS. WOULDN'T YOU, BOYS?
IT'S STRAIGHT ON A QUARTER MILE.
YOU'LL COME TO A PATH.
THERE'S A SIGN THERE FOR THOSE WHO CAN READ.
I'M TOLD IT SAYS VAN RIPPER FARM.
I NEED SOME MORE, WILL.
OOH!
IT'S A HOT ONE, I MUST SAY.
NO DOUBT THAT IS
THE FAMOUS DUTCH ALE
OF THESE PARTS THAT YOU'RE ENJOYING THERE.
BEST BEER THIS SIDE OF AMSTERDAM.
YOU DON'T SUPPOSE YOU COULD MAKE ME THE LOAN
OF THE PRICE OF A GLASS?
I'D BE ONLY TOO HAPPY TO REPAY YOU
ONCE I'VE HAD MY SALARY.
WELL, NOW, I'D BE GLAD TO.
EXCEPT I'D HATE TO SEND YOU ON YOUR WAY
WITH THE DEVIL BREW ON YOUR BREATH.
OLD VAN RIPPER'S GOT NO USE
FOR A MAN WHO TAKES ANY PLEASURE IN LIFE,
IF YOU TAKE MY MEANING.
OH, WELL, I--
I THANK YOU FOR YOUR WISE COUNSEL, YOUNG MAN.
BUT SURELY A GLASS OF BEER ON A HOT DAY
WOULD NOT OFFEND HIM.
SUIT YOURSELF, MISTER.
BUT I WOULDN'T TARRY IF I WAS YOU.
YOU DON'T WANT TO BE STUMBLING AROUND
SLEEPY HOLLOW AFTER DARK.
THERE'S ALL MANNER OF SPOOKS AND SPRITES
IN THESE WOODS.
AH, YES, THE LOCAL IMPS AND GOBLINS.
WELL, THIS WOULDN'T BE THE FIRST TOWN I'VE BEEN TO
THAT PRIDES ITSELF ON SUCH SUPERSTITIONS.
ALTHOUGH, I'VE FOUND IT'S USUALLY ONLY
THE LOCAL TOWNSFOLK WHO EVER SEE ANY OF THEM.
MAYBE SO. BUT YOU AIN'T NEVER BEEN
IN SLEEPY HOLLOW BEFORE.
OH, TRUE ENOUGH.
WELL, I'LL CONSIDER MYSELF WARNED, THEN.
OH, I THANK YOU FOR YOUR HOSPITALITY,
AND I LOOK FORWARD TO THE DAY
I CAN REPAY IT.
FANCIES HIMSELF, DON'T HE, BOYS?
[MEN CHUCKLE]
EXCUSE ME, SIR. WOULD YOU BE HANS VAN RIPPER,
SUPERINTENDENT OF SLEEPY HOLLOW SCHOOL?
YOU A GOVERNMENT MAN?
ICHABOD CRANE, SIR,
LATE OF HARTFORD, CONNECTICUT,
COME TO SEEK THE POSITION
OF MASTER OF THE SCHOOL.
A YANKEE. HEH!
WHAT BRINGS YOU HERE?
WELL, AS I SAY, SIR, I'M OFFERING
THE BENEFITS OF MY HARD WON ERUDITION
IN MOLDING THE MINDS
OF YOUR FINE YOUNG STUDENTS.
DOES THAT MEAN YOU CAN READ AND WRITE?
INDEED, SIR.
NOW, HERE I HAVE
MR. NOAH WEBSTER'S SPELLER,
AND A PRIMER OF ARITHMETIC,
AND, UH,
THE SCOTTISH PSALTERY AND CHORISTER
CONSISTING OF THE SONGS
BY THE INESTIMABLE MR. THOMAS STERNHOLD,
AND LASTLY,
MY MOST CHERISHED POSSESSION...
THE REVEREND COTTON MATHER'S
HISTORY OF WITCHCRAFT IN NEW ENGLAND.
NOW, I ASSURE YOU, SIR,
I HAVE READ ALL 4 OF THESE TOMES,
ALL THROUGH.
YOU CAN DO SUMS?
I CAN. AND THE TABLES OF MULTIPLICATION,
THE DISCIPLINES OF DIVISION,
THE--ALL THE SECRETS OF PYTHAGORAS' GEOMETER--
WASN'T THINKING OF HIRING NO YANKEE.
WELL, THIS IS INDEED
A FORTUNATE DAY FOR YOU, SIR.
NOW, IF IT WERE NOT FOR MY PROFOUND LOVE
OF THE COUNTRYSIDE, I WOULD STILL BE
LECTURING AT HARVARD COLLEGE'S
SCHOOL OF DIVINITY.
WELL...
NO ONE ELSE HAS SHOWN UP FOR THE JOB,
SO I GUESS IT'S YOURS.
2 SHILLINGS A MONTH AND ROOM AND BOARD.
SURE ENOUGH BETWEEN ALL THE FARMERS HERE ABOUT
HAS A YOUNGUN IN THE SCHOOL.
NOW, IF I MAY SAY SO, SIR, THAT'S A PITTANCE
FOR A MAN OF MY ERUDITION AND REPUTATION.
TAKE IT OR LEAVE IT.
MAKES NO DIFFERENCE TO ME
WHETHER WE HAVE A SCHOOLTEACHER OR NOT.
BUT, UH, MR. VAN RIPPER,
YOU'RE THE SUPERINTENDENT OF THE SCHOOL.
UGH. IT'S MY BAD LUCK
THE SCHOOLHOUSE SITS ON MY BACK PASTURE.
OTHERWISE, I WOULDN'T WASTE MY TIME WITH YOU.
THIS IS WHERE YOU'LL SLEEP TONIGHT
UNTIL ARRANGEMENTS ARE MADE.
SHOULDN'T FIND THAT HARD TO DO
AS SLEEP IS PRETTY MUCH
ALL ANYBODY DOES AROUND HERE.
[SHEEP BAAING]
[BIRDS WHOOPING, INSECTS CHIRPING]
[ANIMAL HOWLS]
[HIGH-PITCHED LAUGHTER]
[LOUD CRASH]
[WOOD CREAKING]
[WINGS FLAPPING]
OHH!
[SCREECHING]
OHH! AAH!
[HISSES]
[MUTTERING PRAYER]
# OH, SAVE ME NOT FOR MY DESIGNS... #
# BUT FOR THY MERCY'S SAKE #
# SO GRIEVOUS IS MY PLEA, OH, LORD #
# THAT I ARISE WHEN THERE'S FAINT... #
# ALL THE NIGHT LONG I WATCH MY BED #
# WITH TEARS OF MY COMPLAINT #
[MEN CACKLING]
SHH!
[HUMMING]
OH! GOOD MORNING!
WHAT'S ALL THIS?
OH, JUST A PRECAUTION
AGAINST THE DEVILS, IMPS, AND GOBLINS.
THESE WOODS ARE HOME TO MANY SUCH
OF MOST UNUSUAL POWER.
YOU DON'T SAY.
OH, BUT YOU NEED NOT FRET YOURSELF.
THANKS TO THE REVEREND COTTON MATHER,
MY KNOWLEDGE OF THEIR WAYS
IS MORE THAN SUFFICIENT TO THE TASK.
HUH. OH, UH, AHEM.
OH!
HMM.
I'LL, UH,
RIDE ABOUT THE VALLEY,
LET PEOPLE KNOW
THE SCHOOL HAS OPENED UP.
WELL, I LOOK FORWARD
TO MEETING MY FINE YOUNG CHARGES.
UH, HEH! I SAID I'D LET THEM KNOW,
BUT, UH, SEEING AS WE AIN'T HAD A TEACHER
IN MORE THAN A YEAR, I SUSPECT THEY NOTICED.
THEY'VE BEEN DOING JUST FINE
WITHOUT ANY SCHOOLING.
[BOY COUGHS]
Ichabod: AND SO, DEAR STUDENTS,
YOU WILL FIND IN ME A TEACHER
WHO INTENDS TO INSTILL IN YOU
A LOVE OF LEARNING...
OF HARD WORK, OF PIOUS DISCIPLINE,
OF COUNTRY, AND OF GOD.
[FLY BUZZING]
I'M A FIRM BELIEVER IN THE GOLDEN MAXIM
THAT TO SPARE THE ROD
IS TO SPOIL THE CHILD.
A QUESTION--
CAN ANYONE TELL ME WHAT THAT MEANS?
Boy: AAH!
WELL...
WELL, NOW THEN...
WE'LL BEGIN WITH SPELLING.
WHY MUST WE LEARN TO SPELL CORRECTLY
WHAT WE SPEAK AND WRITE?
WELL, HERE'S HOW THE GREAT MAN HIMSELF EXPLAINS IT.
"TO DIFFUSE A UNIFORMITY AND PURITY
"OF LANGUAGE IN AMERICA,
"TO DESTROY THE PROVINCIAL PREJUDICES
"THAT ORIGINATE IN THE TRIFLING DIFFERENCES
OF DIALECT, AND PRODUCE RECIPROCAL RIDICULE."
CAN ANYONE TELL ME WHAT THAT MEANS?
Boy: UH...
HE MEANS...
THAT BY LEARNING PROPER SPELLING
AND PRONUNCIATION...
THAT NO ONE WILL LAUGH AT YOU
WHEN YOU TRAVEL AWAY FROM SLEEPY HOLLOW.
IS THAT CLEAR?
YES...
ERNEST.
IF WE DON'T EVER MEAN TO LEAVE SLEEPY HOLLOW,
DOES THAT MEAN WE DON'T HAVE TO GO TO SCHOOL?
[BOYS GIGGLING]
Woman: OLIVER!
[CHILDREN LAUGH]
SEE WHAT FINE MANNERS MR. CRANE HAS
WHEN HE'S EATING, CHILDREN?
I HOPE YOU'RE LEARNING FROM HIS EXAMPLE.
[CHUCKLES] YES, AN EXCELLENT REPAST,
MRS. VAN ECKE.
YOU ARE AN INSPIRED COOK,
IF I MAY SAY SO.
YOU'RE TOO KIND, MR. CRANE.
YOU'LL NOT BE TEACHING
NO NEWFANGLED NOTIONS, WILL YOU?
I DON'T BELIEVE IN NO NEW NOTIONS.
OH, NO, SIR. NOTHING BUT THE FINEST
IN OLD NOTIONS.
THE OLD NOTIONS ARE THE BEST.
I PARTICULARLY DISFAVOR
THIS NEW NOTION OF PAYING TAXES.
NO, NO, I DON'T EXPECT
TO BE TEACHING THE YOUNGSTERS
ANYTHING TO DO WITH TAXES, MR. VAN ECKE.
YOU NEED HAVE NO WORRY ON THAT SCORE. HA HA!
AND YOU WON'T HAVE TO BE TEACHING ERNEST HERE
TO COUNT ANY HIGHER THAN 20.
THAT'S ALL THE HENS THAT FITS IN OUR COOP.
OH, WELL, I'LL-- I'LL BEAR THAT
IN MIND, MR. VAN ECKE.
WELL, YOU DON'T HAVE TO SWALLOW
YOUR WHOLE WEEK'S BOARD AT ONE SITTING.
JESS! LET MR. CRANE FINISH THE, UM,
THE END OF HIS MEAL IN PEACE.
NO OFFENSE INTENDED.
WOULDN'T WANT TO SEE YOU BUSTING AT THE SEAMS
ON YOUR FIRST NIGHT IS ALL.
HEH!
OLIVER!
WELL, I'VE GOT MY CHORES.
YOU'LL HAVE TO EXCUSE MY HUSBAND'S
COUNTRY MANNERS, MR. CRANE.
OH, THAT'S QUITE ALL RIGHT, MRS. VAN ECKE.
A MAN OF THE LAND
ISN'T LIKELY TO UNDERSTAND
HOW THE RIGORS OF HEADWORK
LEAVES ONE RAVENOUS.
OF COURSE IT DOES.
WELL, PERHAPS I SHOULD GO FETCH MY THINGS
BEFORE IT GETS TOO DARK.
OH, MY! ARE YOU SURE
YOU WANT TO GO BACK OUT THERE?
OH, FEAR NOT ON MY BEHALF, MRS. VAN ECKE.
THANKS TO MY DEEP STUDY
OF THE REVEREND COTTON MATHER'S WORKS,
I HAVE NO FEAR
OF THE EVIL THAT THRIVES IN DARKNESS.
OH, HEH HEH!
[ANIMALS WHOOPING, INSECTS CHIRPING]
SPARE ME, YOU TERRIBLE APPARITION!
I DID NOT MEAN TO MOCK YOU.
CAST ME NOT INTO THE PIT, I BEG YOU!
[COW MOOS]
OHH!
[MOO]
OH!
GO ON, YOU OLD FOOL COW!
AND THE NEXT TIME WE MEET, LET IT BE AT TABLE.
[MOO]
[ICHABOD SINGING OVER CONGREGATION]
# SING TO THE LORD WITH CHEERFUL VOICE #
# AND SERVE WITH MIRTH HIS PRAISE FORTH TELL #
# COME YE BEFORE HIM AND REJOICE #
# OH, ENTER THEN HIS GATES WITH PRAISE #
# APPROACH HIS JOY WITH LOVE UNTO #
# PRAISE LORD AND BLESS HIS NAME ALWAYS #
# FOR IT IS HE WE SOUGHT TO DO #
OOH! AN EXCELLENT MESSAGE,
PASTOR VAN DER VEEN.
THE CREDIT IS THE LORD'S, MR. CRANE,
FOR IT IS HIS WORD
WHICH INSPIRES MY POOR ONES AFTER ALL.
YES, INDEED.
UH, YOU AND YOUR FINE CHURCH
ARE EXCELLENT IN EVERY REGARD BUT ONE,
THOUGH IT'S NO FAULT OF YOURS.
AND THAT WOULD BE?
WHY, A SINGING VOICE. NOW, I TAKE NO FALSE PRIDE
IN HAVING SUCH, BUT I WOULD EMPLOY IT
FOR HIS GREATER GLORY WITH YOUR KIND PERMISSION.
HEH!
WHAT EXACTLY DO YOU HAVE IN MIND, MR. CRANE?
WELL, I WOULD GLADLY UNDERTAKE TO GIVE LESSONS
IN LITURGICAL CHORISTRY.
WITH YOUR BLESSING, OF COURSE.
HEH! WELL...
YOU DO HAVE A VERY
STRONG VOICE, MR. CRANE, BUT--
OH, WELL, THEN WHAT SAY YOU, PASTOR?
DO I HAVE YOUR BLESSING IN THIS ENTERPRISE?
OH, WELL...WELL...
FOLKS WILL MARVEL.
THEY WILL MARVEL.
YES, BUT--
LOOK, I KNOW WHAT CONCERNS YOU.
YOURS IS A POOR COUNTRY CHURCH, AFTER ALL.
NOW...
I WILL GLADLY REDUCE MY USUAL FEES
FOR SUCH PROFESSIONAL LESSONS TO A MERE, UH...
SCHILLING PER PUPIL.
PAPA!
UH, TWICE A WEEK?
HEH!
WHAT?
[WHISPERS]
OK. WILL YOU EXCUSE ME?
PLEASE!
AH, FORGIVE MY INTRUSION,
BUT PLEASE ALLOW ME TO INTRODUCE MYSELF.
I AM ICHABOD CRANE,
HEADMASTER OF SLEEPY HOLLOW SCHOOL,
AND AT PASTOR VAN DER VEEN'S KIND INVITATION,
CHOIRMASTER OF THE TARRYTOWN CHURCH.
OH! HOW DO YOU DO, MR. CRANE?
UM, I'D LIKE TO INTRODUCE MY HUSBAND
BALTUS VAN TASSLE.
MY PLEASURE, SIR.
YOU SING LOUD ENOUGH
TO WAKE THE DEAD, SIR.
I'M SURPRISED OUR ANCESTORS
DIDN'T JUMP OUT OF THEIR GRAVES
TO SEE WHAT ALL THE FUSS WAS ABOUT.
WELL, WHAT CAN I SAY?
IT'S A GIFT, MENEER VAN TASSLE.
BUT I COULD NOT HELP BUT TAKE NOTE
OF MADAM VAN TASSLE'S LOVELY SINGING VOICE,
AND THAT OF YOUR LOVELY DAUGHTER.
IF THE WOULD BUT ATTEND MY PSALMODY CLASSES,
THEY WOULD BE THE GLORY OR OUR CHOIR.
OH! MR. CRANE!
DO YOU REALLY SUPPOSE
THAT WE COULD BE GOOD ENOUGH
TO SING BEFORE THE CONGREGATION?
OH! YOU HAVE THE VOICES
OF UNTUTORED ANGELS, MADAM VAN TASSLE.
GOODNESS, BALTUS, DID YOU HEAR THAT?
I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M HEARING EXACTLY.
I SHALL CERTAINLY ATTEND
YOUR PSALMODY CLASS, MR. CRANE,
AND DO MY BEST
TO PROVE WORTHY OF YOUR CHOIR.
WONDERFUL, MADAM.
AND YOUR DAUGHTER?
OH, SHE HAS A MIND OF HER OWN, THAT GIRL.
STUBBORN AS A MULE, YOU MEAN.
JUST LIKE HER FATHER.
KATRINA, WE'RE GOING!
I HAVE TO GO.
KATRINA, DEAR, THIS IS MR. ICHABOD CRANE,
OUR NEW SCHOOLMASTER.
I AM ENCHANTED TO MAKE
YOUR ACQUAINTANCE, MISS VAN TASSLE.
AH, KATRINA VAN TASSLE.
SHE WAS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL GIRL I EVER SAW.
AND THE RICHEST.
THERE WASN'T A MAN ALIVE IN SLEEPY HOLLOW
WHO WOULDN'T SELL HIS SOUL TO THE DEVIL
FOR FAIR KATRINA'S HAND.
TILL ICHABOD CRANE CAME ALONG.
AYE.
WELL, YOU WOULDN'T SUSPECT IT
JUST LOOKING AT HIM.
AND WHO'D HAVE TAKEN HIM
FOR A THIEF OF HEARTS?
BROM BONES CERTAINLY NEVER DID.
MM!
# TO WICKED MEN HIS EAR #
# NOR LED HIS LIFE AS SINNERS DO #
# NOR SAT IN SCORNER'S CHAIR #
# BUT IN THE LOVE OF THE LORD #
# DOTH SEND HIS HOLY LIGHT #
# AND IN THE SAME, DOTH EXERCISE #
# HIMSELF BOTH DAY AND NIGHT #
I'M SORRY KATRINA COULDN'T COME.
SHE'S GONE TO DOBB'S LANDING
FOR THE CUP RACES TOMORROW.
THEY'VE GONE TO CHEER ON
OUR TOWN'S CHAMPION--
MR. ABRAHAM VAN GRUNT.
OH, I'M RELIEVED TO HEAR IT.
I WAS DISAPPOINTED TO THINK OUR CHOIR
WOULD HAVE TO DO WITHOUT HER ANGELIC
COLORATURA.
HER--HER WHAT?
OH.
THAT'S A RUSSIAN PHRASE
FOR A SINGING VOICE OF MANY BRIGHT COLORS...
OH. IF YOU WILL.
LIKE JOSEPH'S COAT IN THE LAND OF EGYPT.
THE SORT THAT IS SUITABLE FOR OPERA.
THE VOICE, THAT IS, NOT THE COAT.
OH, MY, MY!
I DON'T BELIEVE WE'VE EVER HAD
SUCH A CULTURED GENTLEMAN
IN SLEEPY HOLLOW.
WHY DON'T YOU COME TO DINNER WITH US
TOMORROW NIGHT, MENEER CRANE.
WELL, I'D BE HONORED.
HA HA! WAIT TILL I TELL KATRINA
SHE SINGS IN COLORS!
GOOD NIGHT, MENEER CRANE!
[PEOPLE CHATTERING]
I WAS JUST TALKING TO A FELLA I KNOW
FROM SING SING. THADDEUS KINKLE?
I'LL BE RACING AGAINST HIM.
OH, YES? I KNOW THADDEUS. WHAT ABOUT HIM?
HE TOLD ME HE'S LEAVING FOR THE OHIO TERRITORIES
IN A WEEK.
BROM, I THOUGHT WE WEREN'T GOING
TO TALK ABOUT THIS ANYMORE.
KATRINA, HE'S A YEAR YOUNGER THAN ME.
THERE ARE MEN EVEN YOUNGER
THAT HAVE MADE THEIR FORTUNES
FARMING OUT WEST. THERE'S NO LIMIT
TO WHAT A MAN CAN DO OUT THERE
IF HE'S GOT A STRONG BACK...
AND A GOOD WIFE.
BROM, PLEASE.
YOU KNOW HOW I FEEL ABOUT IT.
WHY DO YOU BRING IT UP AGAIN?
WHAT ABOUT HOW I FEEL?
OPPORTUNITY'S PASSING ME BY.
THIS IS A ONCE IN A LIFETIME CHANCE.
BUT I CAN'T GO WITH YOU. I WON'T.
I DON'T UNDERSTAND, KATRINA.
I THOUGHT YOU WANTED MORE OUT OF LIFE
THAN JUST SLEEPY HOLLOW.
I DO WANT MORE, BUT NOT LESS.
I WANT TO SEE THE CIVILIZED WORLD,
NOT THE PRIMITIVE WILDERNESS.
I WANT TO SEE AMSTERDAM
AND ATTEND CONCERTS, AND SEE THE FASHIONS
AND THE GREAT MUSEUMS.
AND I WANT TO COME HOME AGAIN
TO THE BEAUTIFUL FARM
MY PARENTS HAVE SPENT THEIR LIVES BUILDING.
BROM, I AM THEIR ONLY HEIR.
I CAN'T JUST TURN MY BACK ON THEM.
WHY DO YOU HAVE TO GO TO OHIO TO MAKE A FORTUNE?
IS MY FATHER'S FARM NOT ENOUGH FOR YOU?
I WANT TO MAKE MY OWN WAY, KATRINA.
I DON'T WANT YOUR FATHER'S FORTUNE.
I WANT TO MAKE ONE OF MY OWN.
A GREATER FORTUNE THAN HE OR ANYONE
IN SLEEPY HOLLOW EVER DREAMED OF.
IF LOVED ME, YOU WOULDN'T SAY THAT.
YOU WOULDN'T WANT TO DRAG ME OFF
TO LIVE LIKE A SAVAGE.
BUT I DO LOVE YOU, AND I'M SAYING IT.
THIS IS A GREAT COUNTRY.
THE LAND OF LIBERTY.
JUST WAITING FOR MEN LIKE ME
TO GO OUT AND SETTLE IT.
PLEASE ROW ME TO SHORE, BROM.
[RIDERS SHOUTING]
HERE THEY COME!
[ALL CHEERING]
LOOKY HERE, KATRINA--
ANOTHER CUP FOR ME AND DAREDEVIL.
THIS IS FOR YOU.
I THINK IT WOULD BE INAPPROPRIATE
TO ACCEPT SUCH A GIFT FROM A FRIEND,
WOULDN'T YOU SAY, PASTOR VAN DER VEEN?
WHAT? OH!
YES, I SUPPOSE.
SILVER, IS IT?
YES, WELL, VERY VALUABLE THEN.
IT WOULD SIGNIFY, WOULDN'T IT, DEAR?
INDEED, IT WOULD. A GIFT OF SILVER SIGNIFIES.
MERE FRIENDS OF COURTING AGE
DO NOT EXCHANGE SUCH GIFTS.
IT'S JUST A PRIZE FOR A HORSE RACE.
THEN PERHAPS YOU SHOULD GIVE IT TO YOUR HORSE.
[COW MOOS]
[MOOING]
GOOD DAY!
GOOD DAY TO YOU.
CARRY ON!
TRINA!
KATRINA!
I'M HOME!
WHY, MR. CRANE, YOU'RE EARLY!
OH.
PUNCTUALITY MAY BE A MINOR VIRTUE,
BUT IT IS A VIRTUE NONETHELESS,
AND ONE CAN NEVER HAVE ENOUGH VIRTUE.
THEREFORE TO BE EARLY HAS EVEN MORE VIRTUE IN IT
THEN TO BE ON TIME.
INDEED! MY GOODNESS!
I NEVER WOULD HAVE THOUGHT OF THAT.
COME IN.
AT LEAST HE DIDN'T SHOW UP FOR BREAKFAST.
HE MIGHT'VE ASCENDED STRAIGHT UP INTO HEAVEN.
OH, BALTUS!
DO COME IN, MR. CRANE.
OHH!
THERE ARE 13 OF THEM SPOONS IN THERE,
IF MEMORY SERVES.
OH! WELL, I--I-- I WAS--I WAS JUST ADMIRING
THE QUALITY OF THE WORKMANSHIP.
DUTCH, NO DOUBT.
[MORE SPOONS FALL OUT]
ENGLISH, AS A MATTER OF FACT.
HAD THEM FROM THE BOX OF A REDCOAT OFFICER
IN A SKIRMISH ABOUT HALF A MILE FROM THIS HOUSE.
THE SUMMER OF '74.
HE WOULD'VE DONE BETTER TO CARRY A SECOND MUSKET
INSTEAD OF A TEA SERVICE.
BUT THAT WAS HIS MISFORTUNE
AND, UH, MY PROVIDENCE.
[CLOCK CHIMING]
Ichabod: AN EXCELLENT REPAST, MRS. VAN TASSLE.
YOU ARE AN INSPIRED COOK, IF I MAY SAY SO.
IT'S JUST SIMPLE DUTCH FARE, MR. CRANE.
NOTHING LIKE WHAT YOU'RE USED TO, I'M SURE.
YOU UNDERESTIMATE YOURSELF, MY DEAR MRS. VAN TASSLE.
I HAVE EATEN IN SOME OF THE FINEST HOMES IN BOSTON,
AND THE CUISINE DOES NOT COMPARE WITH YOURS.
OH, WELL, YOU'RE KIND TO SAY SO.
I'M SURE THE CONVERSATION
WAS MUCH MORE LIVELY AND INTERESTING.
IT'S PITCH BLACK OUT ALREADY, AMELIA.
DO YOU WANT HIM RUNNING INTO THE HEADLESS HORSEMAN?
OH, DEAR! WHERE HAS THE TIME GONE?
THE HEADLESS HORSEMAN?
BALTUS, YOU MUST SEE MR. CRANE HOME
IN THE CARRIAGE.
YOU WON'T CATCH ME ON THAT ROAD AFTER DARK.
I'M GOING TO BED.
GOOD NIGHT TO YOU, SIR.
AND GOD SPEED YOU.
OH!
OH, WELL,
YOU CAN STAY WITH US THE NIGHT, MR. CRANE.
WE HAVE PLENTY OF ROOM.
UM, IF YOU WOULDN'T MIND, MRS. VAN TASSLE,
PERHAPS YOU COULD TELL ME WHAT YOU'RE REFERRING TO.
OH, THE HEADLESS HORSEMAN?
HE WAS A HESSIAN MERCENARY
WHO HAS TORMENTED OUR LITTLE TOWN
EVER SINCE THE DAY HE WAS KILLED.
TORMENTED?
I'M AFRAID SO.
IT WAS IN A SKIRMISH
RIGHT HERE IN SLEEPY HOLLOW
ON THE NIGHT OF THE FULL HARVEST MOON.
MANY OF OUR MEN WERE THERE THAT NIGHT,
AND THEY SWEAR TO A MAN THAT IT'S TRUE.
THEY INDUCED A HESSIAN CAPTAIN
TO TURN HIS COAT
AND LEAD THEM AGAINST THE BRITISH
FOR A PACK OF GOLD COINS.
A BRITISH FRIGATE HAD LANDED
A FORCE OF INFANTRY UPON THE SHORE,
INTENT ON TAKING SLEEPY HOLLOW.
THE HESSIAN CAPTAIN ORGANIZED OUR DEFENSE.
HE WAS LEADING THE CHARGE AGAINST THE INVADERS
WHEN A ROUND OF BRITISH GRAPESHOT
STUCK HIM IN HIS HEAD
AND CARRIED IT CLEAN OFF HIS SHOULDERS.
LEGEND HAS IT THAT AT THAT MOMENT
THE FULL MOON TURNED RED AS BLOOD.
BUT THE HEADLESS BODY OF THAT CAPTAIN
RODE ON WITHOUT ITS HEAD, SWORD STILL UPRAISED,
STRAIGHT INTO THE BRITISH LINES!
OUR BOYS, LEAD BY THEIR HEADLESS CAPTAIN,
DROVE THEM REDCOATS OUT OF OUR HOLLOW,
AND THEY NEVER COME BACK!
OH.
MY GOODNESS.
AN EXCELLENT TALE.
A WONDERFUL EXAMPLE OF THE...
GENRE OF THE LOCAL LEGEND.
GENRE?
OH, UH...
IT'S AN I-TALIAN WORD.
MEANING A STORY WIDELY BELIEVED
BY THE INHABITANTS OF A PARTICULAR PLACE.
AND IT REALLY DOESN'T SCARE YOU
TO GO HOME ON THE SLEEPY HOLLOW ROAD?
OH, NOT AT ALL.
NOT A BIT.
IT'S GRATIFYING TO MEET A MAN
WHO DOESN'T BELIEVE ALL THESE SILLY SUPERSTITIONS
AND ISN'T AFRAID TO SAY.
[ANIMAL HOWLS]
WHAT?
OH, YES. HEH!
CERTAINLY NOT.
I DON'T BELIEVE THEM, EITHER,
BUT I HAVE TO PRETEND TO.
EVERYONE HERE IS SO PROUD
OF THEIR GHOSTS AND GOBLINS.
WELL...
OFTEN THESE STORIES ARE THE ONLY WAY
OF PASSING THE TIME IN THESE LITTLE VILLAGES.
BUT AN EDUCATED MAN LIKE MYSELF
DOES NOT TAKE THEM SERIOUSLY, I ASSURE YOU.
WELL, MOTHER DIDN'T TELL YOU WHY PEOPLE ARE AFRAID
TO GO ON THE SLEEPY HOLLOW ROAD AT NIGHT.
NO, SHE DIDN'T.
IT'S JUST MORE SILLY NONSENSE,
AND I'M SURE YOU MUST BE TIRED.
NO, NO, NOT AT ALL.
[OWL HOOTING]
I'D BE VERY INTERESTED TO KNOW
WHY PEOPLE ARE SO AFRAID
TO BE ON THE ROAD AT NIGHT.
OLD HEINRICH BREWER WASN'T AFRAID OF GHOSTS, EITHER,
AND LIKE YOU, HE WASN'T AFRAID TO SAY SO.
ONE NIGHT,
ABOUT THE SAME TIME OF YEAR AS THIS,
HE TOOK THE SLEEPY HOLLOW ROAD FOR A SHORTCUT
COMING BACK FROM A TRIP TO MANHATTAN.
THOSE HE WAS TRAVELING WITH TOOK THE LONGER ROAD
FOR FEAR OF THE HORSEMAN,
BUT HE SCOFFED AT THEM AND BOASTED HE'D BE HOME
AN HOUR BEFORE THEM.
HE NEVER MADE IT HOME.
UP AND DOWN THE SLEEPY HOLLOW ROAD,
PEOPLE HEARD HIM SCREAMING AND BEGGING FOR MERCY,
BUT NO ONE DARED GO OUT.
THEY FOUND HIM THE NEXT MORNING
IN THE CHURCHYARD...
WITH HIS HEAD PULLED DOWN
INTO THE EARTH OF THE HORSEMAN'S GRAVE
AS FAR AS HIS SHOULDERS.
IT SEEMED THE HORSEMEN MEANT TO TAKE IT
DOWN INTO THE GRAVE FOR HIMSELF.
WHEN THEY PULLED HIM FREE,
HIS EYES WERE STILL STARING AT THE HORROR
THAT LOOMED OVER HIM AT THE LAST.
HIS FACE WAS AS WHITE AND BLOODLESS
AS A SHEET OF PAPER,
AND HIS NECK HAD BEEN STRETCHED,
AS THOUGH IT HAD BEEN HUNG ON A GIBBET.
YOU SEE? SILLY, ISN'T IT?
OH, YES. QUITE, UH...
RIDICULOUS.
GOOD NIGHT, MENEER CRANE.
OH.
INDEED, UH...
I SHOULD BE ON MY WAY.
GOOD NIGHT.
[WHISTLING]
[ANIMALS HOWLING AND BAYING]
[INSECTS CHIRPING]
[LOW RUMBLING, ICHABOD STOPS WHISTLING]
# I DO NOT REPROVE THEE NOTHING #
# I DESERVE THY LIGHT #
[ICHABOD SINGING LOUDER]
# FOR I AM WEAK #
# THEREFORE, OH, LORD #
# HAVE MERCY BEFORE BEAR #
[ICHABOD SINGING IN THE DISTANCE]
OH, MY GOODNESS!
DO YOU THINK MR. CRANE HAS MET THE HEADLESS ONE?
UNH. WE CAN ONLY HOPE.
HOW CAN YOU SAY THAT? POOR MR. CRANE!
POOR HORSEMAN.
YOUR PRECIOUS SCHOOLMASTER
HAS LIKELY SCARED THE WITS OUT OF HIM
WITH ALL THAT BELLOWING.
OH!
Amelia: AHH, HERE WE ARE AT LAST.
OH! GOOD EVENING, MRS. VAN TASSLE.
GOOD EVENING, MENEER CRANE.
MISS VAN TASSLE.
WELL, IF YOU PLEASE, LADIES,
I THINK WE'RE READY TO BEGIN. AHEM.
WHO DOES HE THINK HE IS?
I HEARD IT WAS HER MAMA'S IDEA
TO HAVE HIM FOR DINNER,
NOT KATRINA'S.
I'LL TELL YOU WHO HE IS.
HE'S A WEASEL WHO THINKS THAT ALL HE NEEDS TO DO
IS GET HIS FOOT IN THE DOOR TO STEAL MY GIRL.
WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO?
WE HAVE OPEN HOUSE ON SUNDAYS AFTER CHURCH.
WHY DON'T YOU COME AND HAVE A CUP OF TEA?
THAT WOULD BE ALL RIGHT, WOULDN'T IT, MOTHER?
OF COURSE IT WOULD.
YOU'RE ALWAYS WELCOME, MR. CRANE.
IT'S MY PLEASURE.
THERE GOES BROM BONES AND HIS GANG
OFF FOR ANOTHER NIGHT OF CAROUSING.
WILL THAT BOY EVER GROW UP?
NOT IN MY LIFETIME.
IF I MAY SAY, MISS VAN TASSLE,
YOU DEMONSTRATE A WISDOM AND A MATURITY
FAR BEYOND YOUR TENDER YEARS.
GOOD NIGHT, MENEER CRANE.
WELL, SIR, THE NEWS ABOUT BROM AND KATRINA
WENT ROUND SLEEPY HOLLOW
LIKE A BRUSH FIRE IN A DROUGHT.
THEY'RE SAYING THAT EVERY MARRIAGEABLE MAN
FROM 16 TO 60 WAS READY TO TRY HIS LUCK.
DAMN FOOLS, EVERY ONE OF THEM.
MISS VAN TASSLE.
HOW LOVELY TO SEE YOU.
MENEER CRANE.
I'M SO GLAD YOU COULD COME.
IF YOU'LL EXCUSE ME,
I'M GOING TO TAKE A STROLL WITH MENEER CRANE.
PLEASE STAY AND FINISH YOUR TEA.
MRS. VAN TASSLE,
DO YOU NOT OBJECT TO YOUR DAUGHTER
STROLLING WITH THAT MAN?
[CHUCKLES]
IN MY EXPERIENCE,
DUCKS AND GEESE ARE FOOLISH CREATURES
WHO NEED TO BE LOOKED AFTER,
BUT YOUR KATRINA CAN TAKE CARE OF HERSELF.
Katrina: I CAN HARDLY BELIEVE SOMETHING LIKE THAT.
I ASSURE YOU, IT IS TRUE, MISS VAN TASSLE,
CONFIRMED BY EXPERIMENTS BOTH HERE AND IN EUROPE.
THE WORLD SPINS LIKE A TOP AND HALF OF EVERY DAY,
WE ARE TOPSY-TURVY WHETHER WE KNOW IT OR NOT.
BUT I THOUGHT THE WORLD IS LIKE A BALL,
OR ELSE HOW COULD IT SPIN SO SMOOTHLY?
LIKE A BALL, MISS VAN TASSLE?
WELL, DOES NOT A CHILD'S TOP SPIN, YET IT IS NOT A BALL?
DO YOU MEAN TO SAY
THAT THE WORLD IS LIKE A TOP?
WELL...THE LEARNED MEN OF SCIENCE
ARE DIVIDED ON THIS POINT, FOR SOME THINK AS I DO,
WHILE OTHERS, WHO PERHAPS
HAD NOT THE STUDIED THE MATTER AS DEEPLY,
FEEL IT IS MORE LIKE A... LIKE A SPINNING WHEEL.
NOW, BOTH THESE FORMS HAVE SPINNING AS THEIR VERY NATURE
WHILE BALLS HAVE BOUNCING AS THEIR NATURE.
SPINNING, BOUNCING.
VERY DIFFERENT.
YOU STIR A YEARNING IN ME, MENEER CRANE.
I DO?
I THIRST FOR KNOWLEDGE.
I'M SO GRATEFUL TO YOU FOR SHARING YOURS WITH ME.
WELL...
MISS VAN TASSLE...
WON'T YOU CALL ME ICHABOD?
WE SHOULD BE GETTING BACK.
OH, YES. OF COURSE.
IF THE WORLD IS LIKE A TOP AND SPINS ON ITS POINT,
THEN WHAT IS IT STANDING ON?
WHAT?
OH, NOTHING.
I'M SURE I'M JUST BEING SILLY.
SHOULD WE GO BACK TO THE HOUSE?
[WHISPERING] Katrina!
IF YOU HAD YOUR CHOICE
OF ANYWHERE IN THE WORLD TO TRAVEL TO, ICHABOD,
WHERE WOULD YOU GO?
WELL, THERE'S NOWHERE ELSE I'D RATHER BE
THAN RIGHT HERE IN SLEEPY HOLLOW.
[LAUGHS]
I'M QUITE SERIOUS.
WOULDN'T YOU LIKE TO TRAVEL?
WELL, SOMETIMES IT SEEMS
LIKE ALL I'VE EVER DONE IS TRAVEL
FROM ONE PLACE TO ANOTHER.
BUT DON'T YOU WANT TO SEE THE GREAT MUSEUMS
OF AMSTERDAM?
OR HEAR AN ORCHESTRA PLAY?
I DREAM OF SEEING MY HOMELAND.
OHH, YES.
WELL, I... I LONG TO TRAVEL.
TO SEE THE PYRAMIDS OF EGYPT,
THE GREAT WALL OF CHINA.
THE WORLD IS FULL OF WONDERS.
IS IT SO UNUSUAL TO HAVE A WALL IN CHINA?
WELL, I SUPPOSE IT MUST BE.
HMM.
LADIES.
[HUMMING]
AAH!
RUN!
RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!
THE DEVIL HAS TAKEN POSSESSION
OF THE SCHOOLHOUSE!
[ALL SCREAM]
I WANT YOU AT THE WINDOW.
Man: PUT AN END TO THIS NOW.
ALL RIGHT.
I'LL GO FIRST.
Ichabod: THIS IS THE DEVIL'S WORK.
HE MAKES HIMSELF KNOWN
BY TURNING THINGS TOPSY-TURVY.
IT'S MEANT TO DRIVE ME OUT OF SLEEPY HOLLOW,
BUT I WILL NOT BE DRIVEN OUT.
WE WILL FIGHT HIM TOGETHER!
LOOKS LIKE THE DEVIL'S USING HAMMER AND NAILS
TO WORK HIS SPELLS THESE DAYS.
Man: HA HA HA HA HA HA HA.
HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!
HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!
HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!
ICHABOD...
IF YOU WERE ME, WHAT WOULD YOU DO WITH YOUR LIFE?
DO?
I'D TRAVEL THE WORLD, OF COURSE.
YES, I KNOW,
BUT WOULD YOU HAVE SOME AMBITIONS
TO ACCOMPLISH SOMETHING AS WELL?
AMBITION?
OH, YES, OF COURSE.
AMBITIONS, YES, WELL...
YOU HAVE AMBITIONS.
NOBLE AMBITIONS.
I DO?
YOU...YOU HOPE TO ONE DAY MARRY...
AS DO I,
ALTHOUGH IT IS A DAUNTING CHALLENGE
ON A COUNTRY SCHOOLMASTER'S STIPEND.
DO YOU DESIRE WEALTH?
WELL, I'VE NEVER REALLY GIVEN IT A THOUGHT...
ALTHOUGH I'VE ALWAYS TRUSTED IN THE GOOD LORD
TO PROVIDE...
SO HE HAS.
ALTHOUGH AT TIMES, HE'S TESTED ME SORELY.
WOULD YOU SPURN IT
IF YOU SUDDENLY FOUND YOURSELF IN POSSESSION OF WEALTH?
WELL, I--I...
WOULD YOU GIVE IT AWAY
AND KEEP ONLY WHAT YOU NEEDED TO LIVE YOUR DREAMS?
GIVE IT AWAY?
OH...NO.
BEAR IN MIND, KATRINA,
IF THE MAN OF VIRTUE GIVES HIS WEALTH AWAY,
WELL, THOSE WHO HAVE IT FROM HIM
WOULD LIKELY BE OF LESSER VIRTUE
AND THUS, EVIL,
AND NOT GOOD WOULD COME OF IT.
O-O-OF COURSE,
THEY MIGHT NOT BE OF LESSER VIRTUE
JUST BECAUSE THEY'RE...POOR.
THE QUESTION IS A DIFFICULT ONE.
[DOG BARKS]
OHH! AAH!
[DOG HOWLS]
Katrina: ICHABOD, ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?
HELLO, KATRINA.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?
I'VE BROUGHT YOU A NEW SINGING MASTER,
EVEN LOUDER THAN THE OLD ONE,
AND WHAT'S MORE, HE WON'T COST YOU YOUR INHERITANCE.
HE'LL SING FOR FREE
OR AT LEAST THE ODD TABLE SCRAPS.
I'VE TRAINED HIM MYSELF.
GO AWAY, BROM.
YOU'RE ONLY MAKING A FOOL OF YOURSELF.
I DON'T SEE WHAT DIFFERENCE THAT MAKES NOW.
DO YOU, KATRINA?
ABRAHAM VAN BRUNT!
WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!
GOOD EVENING, MRS. VAN TASSLE, MR. VAN TASSLE.
I HOPE I HAVEN'T DISTURBED YOU,
BUT I KNOW HOW MUCH KATRINA ADMIRES LOUD SINGING.
ARE YOU ALL RIGHT, ICHABOD?
OH, NO, I'M FINE. FINE.
UH, I'LL JUST SIT DOWN A MOMENT.
[LAUGHS WEAKLY]
DO YOU SEE WHAT YOU'VE DONE, MR. VAN BRUNT?
NO, I'M SURE HE DIDN'T MEAN
HIS CHILDISH PRANK TO CAUSE ME ANY INJURY.
NO, YOU'RE RIGHT THERE.
THAT WAS JUST A LUCKY TURN.
Baltus: HA HA HA HA HA!
COME ALONG, BROM.
LET'S SEE IF THERE ISN'T A LITTLE REWARD
FOR YOUR REVERENT MUTT, HUH?
I THINK A DRINK IS IN ORDER
AFTER THAT PERFORMANCE.
I THINK MR. VAN BRUNT
HAS HAD QUITE ENOUGH TO DRINK ALREADY!
OH, I MEANT FOR THE DOG, MY DEAR.
[SCOFFS]
I SEE I'VE GONE AND MADE YOU UPSET, MRS. VAN TASSLE.
I'M VERY SORRY.
HA! COME ON.
KATRINA, GO AND FETCH ONE OF YOUR FATHER'S ROBES.
YOU CAN COME AND CHANGE IN THE GUEST ROOM, MR. CRANE.
I WILL GET THE STAIN OUT OF YOUR SUIT
AND STEAM IT AND PRESS IT.
OH, NO, NO. THAT'S HARDLY NECESSARY, MRS. VAN TASSLE.
OH, THAT'S NONSENSE! OF COURSE IT IS!
YOU CAN'T GO HOME IN SOILED, WET CLOTHES!
YOU HAVEN'T DONE YOUR CAUSE MUCH GOOD WITH THIS.
THE CAUSE IS LOST, MENEER.
OH, SHE'S JUST 18 YEARS OLD.
SHE DOESN'T KNOW HER MIND,
SHE JUST THINKS SHE DOES,
AND SHE'S ANGRY WITH YOU.
HAVE A LITTLE PATIENCE UNTIL SHE SORTS IT OUT.
I MEAN NO DISRESPECT,
BUT AM I WRONG WANT TO MAKE MY OWN WAY IN THE WORLD?
NOT JUST STEP IN HERE
AND HAVE THE BENEFITS OF ALL YOU'VE ACCOMPLISHED?
KATRINA FEELS SHE DOESN'T WANT TO TURN HER BACK ON ME
AND HER MOTHER AND RUN OFF WITH YOU TO OHIO.
I LOVE HER MORE THAN LIFE ITSELF.
I DON'T BELIEVE HE LOVES HER...
NOT LIKE I DO.
GO HOME, BROM.
YOU START DROWNING YOUR SORROWS.
YOU NEED A CLEAR HEAD AND SHARP EYES
TO SEIZE YOUR CHANCE WHEN IT COMES, HMM?
WILL YOU DO THAT?
I WILL.
Baltus: IT OCCURS TO ME
THAT IF A STRANGER WERE TO COME IN NOW,
HE WOULD JUDGE YOU TO BE THE MASTER HERE
AND ME THE GUEST.
OH, I DOUBT THAT, SIR.
I THINK ANYONE WOULD SEE IMMEDIATELY WHO IS MASTER HERE.
WHAT DO YOU THINK, CRANE?
WOULD YOU LIKE TO BE MASTER HERE SOME DAY?
OH, MR. VAN TASSLE, I WOULD NEVER EVEN THINK
SUCH A PRESUMPTUOUS THOUGHT.
NO, NO, NO, NO, WAIT.
I AM A MAN WHO APPRECIATES PLAIN TALK, CRANE.
IT WILL FALL TO MY DAUGHTER'S HUSBAND
TO PROSPER THIS FARM FOR HER
AND FOR MY GRANDCHILDREN.
DO YOU THINK THAT YOU COULD LEARN
TO MANAGE VAN TASSLE FARM?
WELL...WELL...I WILL SPEAK PLAINLY, MR. VAN TASSLE.
I'VE NO EXPERIENCE FARMING...
BUT I WOULD DEVOTE MYSELF
TO THE STUDY OF AGRICULTURE AND ANIMAL HUSBANDRY.
AND YOU WOULD BE CONTENT
TO GIVE UP ALL THIS BOOKISHNESS
AND BE A FARMER?
WITHOUT HESITATION.
AND THESE FANCIES OF KATRINA'S,
CULTURE AND TRAVEL AND BOOK LEARNING
AND SO FORTH?
WE'RE BOTH MEN OF THE WORLD, SIR.
THESE ARE THE IMMATURE,
ROMANTIC FANTASIES OF A YOUNG AND SHELTERED GIRL.
I'M CERTAIN THAT ONCE SHE'S PRESENTED YOU
WITH A GRANDCHILD...
SHE WILL PUT ALL THESE FOOLISH DREAMS BEHIND HER, HMM?
[CHUCKLES]
[KNOCK ON DOOR]
GOOD MORNING, MR. CRANE.
UH, MENEER VAN TASSLE EXTENDS AN INVITATION
TO HARVEST MERRYMAKING THIS EVENING.
HE HOPES YOU CAN ATTEND.
MISS KATRINA HAS INVITED ME TO A MERRYMAKING?
I SUPPOSE SHE CONCURS, SIR.
TONIGHT?
I BELIEVE I MENTIONED THAT AS WELL, SIR.
WELL...
I'LL BE THERE.
YOU TELL MISS KATRINA,
UH...I'LL BE THERE.
UH, MENEER WILL BE GLAD TO KNOW IT.
GOOD DAY.
SCHOOL-- SCHOOL IS DISMISSED.
All: YAY!
AND TOMORROW SHALL BE A HOLIDAY, TOO!
All: YAY!
[HUMS]
YOU'VE DONE IT!
MENEER CRANE, YOU DEVIL, YOU.
THERE IS ONLY ONE REASON FOR THIS MERRYMAKING, HMM?
SHE DOESN'T WANT TO WAIT ANY LONGER
AND NEITHER DO HER PARENTS.
[HUMS]
HMM...
[WHISTLES]
YOU WILL BE THE MASTER OF THE VAN TASSLE FARM.
KNOWN IN THE FULLNESS OF TIME,
THE CRANE FARM.
[FLY BUZZES]
UH...NO, NO.
THE CRANE ESTATE.
[FLIES BUZZ]
AAH!
MRS. VAN RIPPER!
MRS. VAN RIPPER?!
[DOOR UNLOCKS]
MR. CRANE!
WHAT ON EARTH HAS HAPPENED?
MRS. VAN RIPPER,
I AM BESET BY SATAN'S IMPS.
THEY HAVE RUINED
MY ONLY SUIT OF CLOTHES
AND--AND SET A PLAGUE OF LOCUSTS UPON ME.
YOU MUST HELP ME.
CALM YOURSELF.
SIT DOWN HERE ON THE PORCH AND WAIT A MINUTE.
THIS IS MY HUSBAND'S WEDDING SUIT.
HE WAS QUITE A BIT THINNER THEN,
BUT NOT MUCH TALLER, I'M AFRAID,
BUT IT'S THE BEST I CAN DO.
GOD BLESS YOU, MRS. VAN RIPPER.
Ichabod: HMM.
UH, MR. VAN RIPPER...
I HOPE YOU DON'T MIND MY MAKING A LOAN
OF YOUR WEDDING SUIT FOR THE EVENING.
YOU CAN KEEP IT FOR ALL IT MATTERS TO ME.
I'M NOT PLANNIN' ON MARRYIN' AGAIN
ANYTIME SOON.
YOU KNOW...
THIS MAY BE A GOOD OMEN AFTER ALL.
OHH.
IF MY HOPES ARE FULFILLED TONIGHT,
I MAY ASK FOR THE LOAN OF THIS SUIT ONCE MORE
FOR THE PURPOSE IT WAS MADE FOR.
OH, COULD I ASK ONE FURTHER FAVOR OF YOU,
MY DEAR SUPERINTENDENT?
I DON'T LEND MONEY.
OH, NO, NOT MONEY, SIR.
NO. ONLY THE USE OF A HORSE FOR THE EVENING?
A HORSE?!
WELL, I MUST MAKE A PROPER IMPRESSION.
I'M THE GUEST OF HONOR.
MY, MY.
GUEST OF HONOR.
MOVIN' UP IN THE WORLD, AREN'T YOU, MR. CRANE?
WELL, WHAT DO YOU SAY, MR. VAN RIPPER?
WILL YOU LET ME HAVE THE HORSE?
WELL, YOU CAN HAVE MY PLOW HORSE
GUNPOWDER.
HE MAY BE TOO OLD TO PULL A PLOW ANYMORE,
BUT HE CAN STILL BE MEAN AS THE DEVIL.
OHH, THANK YOU, SIR.
MR. VAN RIPPER,
I WILL NEVER FORGET YOUR KINDNESS
AND IN YEARS TO COME,
YOU WILL SEE THAT ICHABOD CRANE...
KNOWS HOW TO TREAT HIS FRIENDS.
[FLY BUZZES]
[GUNPOWDER WHINNIES]
GUNPOWDER!
COME BACK HERE!
[LAUGHTER]
RIGHT NOW!
GUNPOWDER WAS THE MOST FAMOUS PLOW HORSE
IN SLEEPY HOLLOW.
[ALL LAUGH]
PARDON MY IGNORANCE,
BUT WHAT MAKES A PLOW HORSE FAMOUS?
HAD NO SENSE OF DIRECTION!
HA!
AND WHEN GUNPOWDER PLOWED A FIELD,
IT LOOKED LIKE THE PATTERN ON A PATCHWORK QUILT!
THAT OLD WORKHORSE WASN'T JUST DUMB,
HE WAS DOWNRIGHT ORNERY!
JUST LIKE HIS OWNER!
GUNPOWDER AND ICHABOD!
THERE'S A SIGHT THAT YOU'D NEVER FORGET!
Katrina: EXCUSE ME, LADIES.
ICHABOD.
YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO DRESS UP.
IT'S ONLY A HARVEST MERRYMAKING.
OHH. I'M SORRY I'M LATE KATRINA.
I HAD A BIT OF DIFFICULTY WITH MY HORSE.
HE'S A SPIRITED... ANIMAL.
Woman: EVENING, BROM!
Ichabod: I, UH... IT TOOK ME A WHILE
TO BREAK HIM TO MY WILL.
I, UH...
I HOPE I DIDN'T WORRY YOU.
EXCUSE ME A MOMENT.
[GASPS]
HAVE WE MISSED ANYTHING?
HEH HEH HEH HEH.
AHH...THERE.
THAT SHOULD HOLD YOU FOR A BIT.
OH, YOU ARE TOO KIND, MENEER VAN TASSLE.
HA HA HA HA HA.
AH! AND HAVE A GLASS OF BEER.
WOULDN'T WANT YOU CHOKING
ON THIS NIGHT OF ALL NIGHTS.
ENJOY YOURSELF.
COME ON, KATRINA,
LET'S DANCE.
NO, THANK YOU.
JUST ONE DANCE.
OHH...
HA HA HA HA HA.
[APPLAUSE]
AH, ICHABOD,
STORYTELLING HAS JUST BEGUN.
I'M SURE YOU DON'T WANT TO MISS THAT.
OH--WHAT--OH, YES,
BUT, UM, UH...
DON'T WORRY ABOUT KATRINA.
THE NIGHT IS STILL YOUNG.
HMM?
OHH.
KATRINA...
BROM.
WHAT'S GOING ON, KATRINA?
DID THAT YANKEE SCHOOLMARM
CAST SOME KIND OF SPELL OVER YOU?
YOU'RE ACTING LIKE...
YOU'RE SWEET ON THAT FOOL.
WHAT DO YOU CARE IF I AM?
KATRINA...
I LOVE YOU.
I KNOW YOU.
YOU CAN NEVER BE HAPPY WITH THAT GRASSHOPPER.
I'M ASKING YOU FOR ANOTHER CHANCE.
ICHABOD DOESN'T JUST DISMISS MY DREAMS
AS YOU DO.
KATRINA,
MY EXQUISITE ONE!
TH--TH--TH--THOUGH IT IS NO FAULT OF HIS OWN,
Y-Y-YOU'RE MR. VAN BRUNT
IS NOTHING BUT AN IGNORANT BLACKSMITH.
IF YOU, FAIR KATRINA,
WOULD ONLY GRANT ME YOUR HAND IN MARRIAGE,
I--I--I--I WOULD GLADLY TEACH THAT POOR FOOL
BY--BY MY EXAMPLE.
WHAT SAY YOU, FAIR KATRINA?
I'M GOING INSIDE.
ARE YOU COMING?
YOU GO ON AHEAD.
I'LL BE ALONG.
HE DROPPED TO HIS KNEES,
FRANTICALLY DIGGING AT THE GRAVE SITE
WITH HIS BARE HANDS.
HIS FINGERS RIPPING AT THE TREE ROOTS
THAT STRANGLED HER COFFIN.
HIS EYES BURNING AND BLINDED BY THE DUST OF HER GRAVE,
WHEN SUDDENLY,
THE WOMAN'S HANDS PULLED HIM INTO THE BLACK PIT SCREAMING!
"TILL DEATH DO US PART!"
[LAUGHTER]
WELL, GOOD WIFE,
LET'S HAVE THE STORY
OF THE HEADLESS HORSEMAN
FOR OUR HONORED GUEST.
NO ONE TELLS IT LIKE YOU DO.
OHH. I'M AFRAID MR. CRANE IS VERY HARD TO IMPRESS.
I TOLD HIM THE TALE AT THIS VERY HOUSE
AND HE STILL WALKED THE SLEEPY HOLLOW ROAD
AFTER THE WITCHING HOUR,
ALTHOUGH I OFFERED LODGING.
DIDN'T YOU, MR. CRANE?
I DID.
I THINK YOU'D BE MORE IMPRESSED
IF YOU RAN INTO HIM.
OH, BUT I DID RUN INTO HIM, MENEER,
BUT I'M NOT ALTOGETHER SURE
THAT IT WAS YOUR... HEADLESS HORSEMAN
AND NOT SOME OTHER SOLDIER OF SATAN,
FOR I DID NOT SEE HIS HEAD OR LACK OF ONE THEREOF,
BUT I CAN ASSURE YOU HE CAME WITH COMPANION GHOSTS.
WHAT HAPPENED, MR. CRANE? TELL THE TALE!
All: TELL THE TALE!
WELL, UH, I WAS PROCEEDING HOMEWARD
TO THE VAN RIPPER'S
WHERE I WAS BOARDED THAT WEEK,
WHEN THE HAUNTS CHARGED ME ALTOGETHER.
[ALL GASP]
WELL, HAD I SHOWN FEAR,
THEY WOULD HAVE SUCCEEDED IN THEIR PURPOSE,
BUT I STOOD MY GROUND,
AND JUST AS THEY WERE ABOUT TO TRAMPLE ME,
THEY VANISHED LIKE THE MIST...
INTO NOTHINGNESS.
JUST VANISHED, DID THEY?
LIKE THAT.
I CAN HARDLY BELIEVE IT.
I DOUBT IT WAS THE HORSEMAN HE SAW,
FOR NO MAN CAN STAND IN HIS WAY AND LIVE.
WELL, MR. VAN BRUNT,
I BELIEVE YOUR HEADLESS HORSEMAN
FEARS THOSE WHO DO NOT FEAR HIM,
WHICH EXPLAINS WHY HE CHARGED ME
IN THE COMPANY OF A HOST OF OTHER MOUNTED GHOSTS
AS IF HE KNEW THAT BY HIMSELF
HE WOULD BE AT THE DISADVANTAGE.
BRAVE WORDS SITTING HERE
IN A ROOM FULL OF GOD-FEARING PEOPLE,
WITH LIGHT AND GOOD FOOD
AND WHISKEY TO WARM YOUR SOUL.
BUT I'LL WAGER YOUR BLOOD
WOULD RUN AS COLD AS MINE DID
WERE YOU TO MEET THE REAL HEADLESS HORSEMAN
ON THE DARK ROAD ALL ALONE.
YOU'VE SEEN THIS HEADLESS HORSEMAN?
SEEN HIM...
AND MORE.
TELL THE TALE! TELL THE TALE!
All: TELL THE TALE!
I WAS RETURNING HOME
FROM A NAME DAY CELEBRATION
FROM MY UNCLE IN SING SING.
THOUGH IT WAS WELL PAST THE WITCHING HOUR,
WE CAME ALONG THE SLEEPY HOLLOW ROAD
TO SAVE US AN HOUR MORE OF RIDING.
SOME SAY IT WAS FOOLISH TAKING THE CHANCE,
KNOWING WHAT THE HORSEMAN DONE TO BREWER,
BUT I'D NEVER SPOKEN DISRESPECTFUL OF HIM
AND ME AND DAREDEVIL COULD OUTRUN AND OUT-RIDE
ANY MAN OR GHOST!
OR SO I THOUGHT.
AND SO IT WAS.
AS WE COME TO MAJOR ANDRE'S TREE,
DAREDEVIL PULLED UP IN HIS GALLOP
AND REARED UP SO HIGH,
HE NEARLY THROWN ME DOWN...
[ALL GASP]
AND THERE BEFORE ME
WITH THE BRIGHT RED MOON BEHIND HIM...
SAT THE HEADLESS HORSEMAN
IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD.
[ALL CHATTER]
Brom: HE DIDN'T MOVE...
SO I STARTED DAREDEVIL AT A GENTLE TROT TOWARD HIM,
THINKING I COULD DASH THROUGH THE STREAM AROUND HIM
AND MAKE A RUN FOR MY LIFE.
I KNEW ME AND DAREDEVIL COULD DO IT...
BUT AS WE CAME ABREAST,
HE DREW HIS SWORD FROM HIS SCABBARD
AND RAISED IT HIGH
AND THEN HE SWUNG IT AROUND TO TAKE MY HEAD!
IF I HADN'T DUCKED DOWN,
HE WOULD HAVE SLICED IT CLEAN OFF WITH HIS FIERY SWORD!
WELL, SIR, ME AND DAREDEVIL,
WE RUN LIKE WE NEVER RUN BEFORE,
BUT THAT DEVIL HORSE
WAS BREATHING FIRE ON DAREDEVIL'S RUMP,
AND THAT SWORD WAS FLASHING AND SLASHING THROUGH THE DARK,
AN INCH FROM THE BACK OF MY NECK.
WE BOTH KNEW WHAT IT WAS WE WERE UP AGAINST.
WE WERE RUNNING, I TELL YOU,
BUT NEVER DID WE GAIN A STRIDE ON OUR PURSUER.
I KICKED THAT HORSE OF MINE
LIKE I NEVER KICKED HIM 'FORE OR SINCE,
AND HE KNEW WHAT IT WAS I WANTED.
ALL WE HAD TO DO WAS GET ACROSS THE LOG BRIDGE,
THROUGH THE CHURCHYARD, AND PAST THE HESSIAN'S GRAVE.
BUT AS WE COME TO THE EDGE OF THE STREAM,
I FELT A BLACKNESS
COVER ME AND DAREDEVIL.
IT WAS SO THICK, I COULDN'T SEE MY HAND IN FRONT OF MY FACE,
AND THEN, ALL OF A SUDDEN, THERE HE WAS...
IN FRONT OF ME, ACROSS THE STREAM.
HE PASSED RIGHT THROUGH ME!
I KNEW THEN IT WAS ALL OVER.
HE COULD DO WITH ME WHAT HE WANTED.
I CLOSED MY EYES AND WAITED FOR THE BLOW...
AND?
NEVER COME.
I OPENED ONE EYE TO SEE WHAT WAS TAKING HIM SO LONG.
HE'D SHEATHED HIS SWORD,
AND IF HE HAD A HEAD,
I HAD A FEELING IT'D BE SMILING.
HE TURNED HIS HORSE AROUND
AND TROTTED BACK INTO THE CHURCHYARD
AND DOWN, AS THOUGH INTO A RAVINE...
UNTIL NOTHING OF HIM REMAINED.
BUT I AM JUST AN IGNORANT BLACKSMITH
WITHOUT ANY OF THE EDUCATION MR. CRANE BOASTS OF.
I DOUBT IF I'VE GIVEN HIM
ANY REASON TO FEAR THE SLEEPY HOLLOW ROAD AT NIGHT.
HAVE I, MR. CRANE?
INDEED, THOUGH THE TALE YOU TELL IS TERRIFYING,
TO BE SURE, MR. VAN BRUNT...
I'M CONFIDENT AND PREPARED
FOR ANY SUCH ENCOUNTER.
YOU STILL HERE, ICHABOD?
OHH. OH...
I'LL BE ON MY WAY MOMENTARILY, BALTUS.
I'M JUST HOPING TO HAVE A MOMENT IN PRIVATE
WITH MISS KATRINA.
AH, WELL, THEN, GOOD NIGHT, ICHABOD
AND, UH...GOOD-BYE.
HERE YOU ARE, KATRINA.
ICHABOD.
I THOUGHT YOU WOULD HAVE BEEN ON YOUR WAY BY NOW.
THERE'S, UM...
THERE'S SOMETHING I'VE BEEN MEANING TO ASK YOU
ALL EVENING LONG AND, WELL...
AND I THINK THE MOMENT...
HAS COME.
MY DEAR KATRINA,
I BELIEVE YOU KNOW WHAT I WISH TO SAY.
I BELIEVE YOU KNOW WHAT IS IN MY HEART.
I BELIEVE I DO, YES.
MY DARLING...
I AM PREPARED TO GIVE UP MY LIFELONG STUDY
OF THE MYSTERIES OF THE INVISIBLE WORLD
ALL FOR YOU.
ALL I ASK... I ASK FOR NOTHING...
BUT YOUR DEAR HAND IN MARRIAGE
THAT I MAY BE YOUR HUSBAND AND PROTECTOR,
YOUR HELP MATE AND MENTOR,
YOUR GUIDE AND TEACHER--
YOU CARE NOTHING FOR ME.
I DOUBT IF YOU CARE FOR ANYONE BUT YOURSELF.
WHAT DID YOU SAY, MY DEAR KATRINA?
ALL YOU CARE ABOUT IS MY FATHER'S PROPERTY AND WEALTH.
WHAT?
WHO PUT SUCH THOUGHTS INTO YOUR HEAD?
UH--UH--UH...
IS IT BROM THAT POISONED YOUR MIND AGAINST ME?
BROM MAY HAVE NO EDUCATION,
BUT HE DOES LOVES ME.
IT'S ME HE WANTED.
ONLY ME.
BUT, KATRINA, YOU...
YOU ACCUSE ME UNJUSTLY.
I...
I SWEAR BY ALL THAT'S HOLY--
CAREFUL, MR. CRANE.
TO SWEAR FALSELY BY ALL THAT'S HOLY
IS TO INVITE DAMNATION.
KATRINA, HOW COULD YOU THINK ME CAPABLE
OF SUCH A THING?
"WE ARE BOTH MEN OF THE WORLD, SIR.
"THESE ARE THE IMMATURE ROMANTIC FANTASIES
"OF A YOUNG AND SHELTERED GIRL.
"I'M SURE ONCE SHE HAS PRESENTED YOU WITH A GRANDCHILD,
"SHE WILL PUT ALL SUCH
FOOLISH DREAMS BEHIND HER."
YOU ARE A HYPOCRITE, MR. CRANE.
NOW I SUGGEST YOU BE ON YOUR WAY.
GOOD NIGHT,
AND PLEASE DON'T CALL ON ME AGAIN.
[COYOTES HOWL]
[WHINNIES]
GO. GO ON.
WHOA! WHOA! WHOA, BOY! WHOA, BOY!
GUNPOWDER!
GUNPOWDER?!
WHOA! OH, WHOA!
WHOA!
EASY, BOY! EASY!
[NEIGHS]
THAT'S IT.
IT'S JUST A TRICK OF THE MOONLIGHT.
[BIRDS CHIRP]
WHOA!
AAH!
IS THIS YOUR HEAD?
WELL, IT MUST BE.
IT'S FULL OF MUSH.
YOU THINK I DIDN'T KNOW IT WAS YOU?
DO YOU SUPPOSE I'M SUCH A FOOL
AS TO THINK--
[SCREECHING]
[GULPS]
[HORSEMAN GROWLS]
UH...UH...UH...
[WOLF HOWLS]
UH...UHH...AAH...
[HORSEMAN GROWLS]
WELL, IF IT'S WHAT IT SEEMS LIKE,
HE WAS TOOK BY THE HEADLESS HORSEMAN
RIGHT OUT OF THIS WORLD.
Amelia: I CAN'T UNDERSTAND
WHY SUCH A TERRIBLE THING
COULD HAVE BEFALLEN POOR MR. CRANE.
I RECKON IT WAS
BECAUSE HE WAS A YANKEE.
I GUESS THAT JUST LEAVES US TO SETTLE HIS ACCOUNTS
RIGHT AND PROPER.
HE WAS A BACHELOR AS FAR AS WE KNOWS.
IS ANYONE OWED ANY MONEY BY THE DEPARTED SCHOOLMASTER?
WELL, THEN, I SAY WE BURN ALL THIS TRUCK OF HIS.
WE DON'T WANT HIM COMING BACK FROM THE PIT
LOOKING FOR HIS PIPE, I RECKON.
AND NO ONE EVER HEARD ANY NEWS
OF THE UNFORTUNATE MR. CRANE EVER AGAIN?
WELL, HOW COULD THEY
WHEN HE WAS SNATCHED OUT OF THIS WORLD
BY THE HEADLESS HORSEMAN,
NOT EVEN LEAVING A HAIR BEHIND?
AND BROM AND KATRINA, WHAT OF THEM?
THEY WAS MARRIED SHORTLY AFTER.
IT WAS THE FINEST WEDDING
ANYONE EVER SEEN IN SLEEPY HOLLOW.
I WAS THERE
AND DANCED WITH THE BRIDE MYSELF.
AND FOR THE HONEYMOON,
BROM BONES BOOKED PASSAGE TO AMSTERDAM
AND THEY STAYED THERE THE WHOLE OF THE WINTER.
IT'S VAN BROM'S FARM NOW, BIGGER THAN EVER,
AND IT'S PARCELED OUT TO ALL THE GRANDCHILDREN.
SO HOW SAY YOU, MENEER KNICKERBOCKER,
WAS THIS A TALE WORTH WRITING DOWN?
OH, YES,
THOUGH THERE ARE ONE OR TWO POINTS
ON WHICH I HAVE MY DOUBTS.
WELL, AS TO THAT,
I DON'T EVEN BELIEVE ONE HALF OF IT, MYSELF,
AND I AIN'T SAYIN' WHICH HALF.
[ALL LAUGH]
WELL, THEN, LET'S RAISE OUR TANKARDS
TO THE MEMORY OF POOR UNFORTUNATE MR. CRANE.
All: ICHABOD CRANE!
WHY, THAT'S THE DEPARTED WIDOW JACOBS,
WITH A LIVING CHILD IN HER ARMS!
NOW, THAT'S A TALE.
TOO LONG A ONE, I HOPE.
WELL, IT'S SAID THAT SHE DIED OF CHILDBIRTH
WAY BACK IN THE TIME OF OLD HEINRICH HUDSON HIMSELF.
SHE WAS THE FIRST BURIED IN WHAT BECAME OUR CHURCHYARD
TOGETHER WITH HER UNBORN CHILD.
[THUNDER]
...THERE WAS SUCH A CRUSH.
OLD HEINRICH HUDSON HAD TRIED TO GET TO THE GRAVE SITE
AND FAILED MISERABLY...
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