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My name is Ichabod Crane.
I was enlisted

in the Queen's Royal Regiment
and sent to the

American colonies
to fight the Patriots.

It didn't take long for me
to have a change of heart.

In 1781,
I died on the battlefield.

But I was saved
by a mysterious spell

cast upon me by
my beloved wife Katrina.

Now I've been awakened
250 years later,

and fate led me
to Miss Abigail Mills, a young

police lieutenant investigating
baffling mysteries.

Lieutenant Abbie Mills
to see Jennifer Mills.

I'm her sister.

I believe that we can

work together to get some
answers, some real answers.

CRANE: We are now bearing witness
to strange events and dark forces.

They foretell that
our realm is in danger,

and the Apocalypse
may be upon us.

Revelation?
This speaks of two witnesses.

You were called to something,
Abbie. We both were.

KATRINA:
When you wounded the Horseman,

your bloodlines merged.

You became linked,
bound together by blood.

It's the Horseman
who's been awakened, Ichabod...

and you, along with him.

CRANE:
Sleepy Hollow.

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Safe!

What?! Are you
kidding me, dude?!

Way to police the game.

Yeah, that's right.
Blue, I'm a cop.

I'm deputizing you.
Wake up!

This is what you do

to relax?

It's cathartic.
It's baffling.

I'd consider myself
a sporting man,

but why must you
insult that gentleman

for citing a rule infraction?

I fail to see the point.

What is the point of baseball?

Oh, please enlighten me.
All right.

For me, baseball's
about three things.

First, tradition.
Rules never change.

You can always count
on the grass

to be green,
the lines to be white.

So no matter how
crazy the world gets,

it makes you feel safe,
like everything's okay.

Second, it's about teamwork.

The players have to have faith
in each other

and watch each others' backs,

because without that,
the team don't work.

And what I love is that

this sport does
not discriminate.

You can be a short
long reliever, a long

shortstop, black, white,

Hispanic.

And that is the American dream.

So, it represents
the spirit of democracy.

It's what you guys were
fighting for, right?

Our pride, our link to the past.

Created by the forefathers,

handed down generation
to generation.

That's why I scream at the ump.

Open your eyes, sir!

Yes, you.

Basket face.

I thought only horses

slept standing up!

(Abbie laughs)

Good, feels good, exercise your
hard-fought right, free speech.

Just next time, wait for the ump
to make a call.

Right.

I must say,

I deeply enjoyed this
outing, Lieutenant.

Ugh!

For a brief moment, it felt
as though, I, too, were home.

You are home, Crane.

One day, I'll take you
to a Mets game.

Bad beer, cold hot dogs.

That'll really blow your mind.

Whilst I noted several
indecipherable flourishes

in that sentence,

I look forward to you
expanding my horizons further.

You sure you don't need a ride?

No, thank you.

I feel I'm beginning
to get my bearings around town,

so I should like
to exercise my freedom

with a stroll
and some fresh air.

You do that.

(chuckles)

I'll see you tomorrow, Crane.

(whooshing)

(heart beating)

(over radio):
♪ Still is news.

♪ Mama may have.

♪ Papa may have.

♪ May have...
but God bless the child ♪

(distorted, distant):
♪ But God bless the child...

(music box playing
gentle melody)

(baby crying)

(wheel squeaking,
thunder rolling)

(baby crying, wheel squeaking)

(thunderclap)

(crying continues)

(baby crying)

(screams)

(thunder crashing)

KATRINA:
Miss Mills, this way.

(panting, bird screeching)

(wings fluttering)

(witches chanting in Latin)

(distant laughter)

Hello, Miss Mills.

Who are you?

I am Katrina Crane.

And this house is an echo

of the home I once shared
with my husband.

What am I doing here?
This is a dream?

It's a doorway in which I'm able
to reach those who bear witness.

You and Ichabod.

The Horseman you just saw

is a manifestation
of what is to come.

He will return
to Sleepy Hollow by nightfall.

He can only be stopped
by the two witnesses.

But I'm afraid Ichabod
has been abducted.

What do you mean abducted?

I was just with him.
Abducted by who?

I do not know.
They've marked his surroundings

with a protective shield

to block my sight.

That is why I have come to you.

It can't be a mere coincidence
he was taken now.

You think he was taken for
his blood tie with the Horseman?

When I cast the spell
on Ichabod to save his life,

I had no idea their fates
would become entwined.

It seemed

irreversible until now.

You found a way?

The Sin Eater.

I don't understand.

What's a Sin Eater?

We are out of time.

He will know how to guide you
to Ichabod and undo the spell.

What do you mean, guide me? How?

Ichabod must be sanctified.

Find the Sin Eater
before sundown before

the Horseman returns,
or everything

will be lost!
Wait

I don't understand.
(truck horn blaring)

(tires squealing, horn blaring)

ABBIE: What I'm about to tell
you is grounds to commit me.

The thing that killed Corbin and
Reverend Knapp... the Horseman...

Would that be
the Headless Horseman?

Yes. He's coming back...
tonight.

I have questions
if that's okay?

The first one being,
how do you know?

Crane's wife...
I believe he mentioned her...

is some kind of witch.

She visited me.

Crane is linked to the Horseman.

Their blood is mixed together,

so now, their spirits
are connected.

I'm gonna ask you
to clarify that.

It means that we cannot hurt the
Horseman without hurting Crane.

That's why they have
to be separated.

His wife told me that
the only way to break the curse

would be to find someone
called The Sin Eater.

Now, who or whatever that is
apparently has the power

to pull them apart so that
we can stop the Horseman

permanently.

You know,
there are two things in life

I believe a person should hold
onto for as long as possible:

Virginity and skepticism.

Surprisingly, I already
lost the first thing,

so I'm gonna hold
onto the second one

for as long as possible.

I know him. I know
he wouldn't just disappear.

Now I could pretend
that this was just a bad

hallucination and let whatever
is going to happen, happen.

But that isn't me,

and I know that isn't you.

What do you need?

To find the Sin Eater.
He'll lead me to Crane.

Which leads me to my next big ask.
Let me guess.

You're planning
a family reunion.

(buzzer sounds)

Well, look what
the cat dragged in.

I got you a 24-hour furlough.

Crane is in trouble.

I need you to help me find him.

You're a cop.
Go investigate.

I am. You're my best lead,
and you know

how important Crane is.

To you?

Yeah, to me... and to you.

You said that

you went around the world
looking for connections,

for things
that nobody could explain,

things that Corbin was trying
to help you understand.

I'm hoping you'll know
about one of them.

Have you ever heard of the term
Sin Eater?

You're right.

We better move fast.

(footsteps approaching)

Apologies for the less than
civil nature of your seizure.

We didn't believe
you would come voluntarily.

The effects of the tranquilizer
should be nearly gone.

What am I doing here?

Written on these pages

is the true account

of Ichabod Crane.

An account by whom?

We'll come to that.

Will we now...

Mr. Rutledge?

Should've removed
your cufflinks, "J.R."

Surname, Rutledge.

The family resemblance
is too much to ignore.

You're a descendent
of Edward Rutledge,

the youngest signatory of the
Declaration of Independence.

I knew him well.

Here's what else
I know: your left palm

is callused, suggesting
you work with your hands.

Your right finger bears
discoloration in the shape

of an inverted
square and compass,

denoting a ring
that's been removed,

for my benefit perhaps.

Hexes to ward off evil,

all telltale signs
of Freemasonry.

You claim to be a fellow Mason?

I am a Mason.

Now,

if we're on the same side,

what am I doing here?

You will live or die

based on the truth
of your identity.

I am Ichabod Crane.

Perhaps.
I am.

We've been fooled before.

What does that mean?

It means we're dealing
with forces

beyond the power of man.

Demons, shape-shifters.

Tell me,

when did you first hear
the words.

"Ordo... Ab... Chao."

(running footfalls)

"Order from chaos."

They were spoken to me
by a dying man.

His name?

Arthur Bernard.

When I first heard of him,

I fought for the British.

We were sent to his
home to capture him.

He was a freed slave
suspected of treason.

Arthur Bernard,

you are charged with
insurrection against the Crown

for publication of this document
advocating American rebellion.

The author on that pamphlet
reads "Cicero."

A pseudonym, no doubt.

You will be interrogated here

until you reveal the identity

of the treasonous criminal
known as Cicero.

I know no such man.

(grunts)

I think you will find

that the king's mercy
is without limit.

Crane,

come forth.

Sir.
You come highly recommended

to me, Lieutenant.

I'm counting on you to coax
our prisoner into confession.

Do this, and I'm giving you
a field commission as captain.

As you wish, sir.

Give him a chair.

Shackle him.

MAN:
Lieutenant, a nurse

from the local Quaker community
requests an audience.

Send her in.

By what right do you hold
this man prisoner

in his own home, sir?

By Royal Assent of the King's
Quartering Act, madam.

And his wounds?

Did he offer resistance?

He is charged with treason,

a crime punishable
by utmost severity.

I'm certain both sides
can agree on that.

Wrong does not cease to be wrong
because the majority agrees.

You fight for no country then?

I am a Quaker, sir.

I fight for the conviction
that every life is precious.

Now I demand you to allow me
to treat his injury.

BERNARD:
It's fine, my lady.

I'm in good hands.

Your eyes betray you,

the inner voice that wants
to show him mercy.

It's called a conscience.

JENNY:
Every culture has

their own version
of a Sin Eater,

a person who has the power
to cleanse the wicked

of their sins.

It's like a priest?
Well,

except they don't absolve you.

A Sin Eater reaches
inside your soul

and swallows your sins, ridding you of evil.
So how do we find one?

Corbin doesn't seem
to have anything on them.

Corbin was always searching
weird blogs

or strange phenomena.

He got me hooked.
There was this guy

I was chasing for a while
who surfaced in...

Algeria, Japan, Ghana.

He visited death row
inmates before they died.

Their last words? All the same.

"I am sanctified."

Ichabod must be sanctified.

That's what Katrina said.

Yeah, the problem is
he just stopped one day.

Disappeared, like,
two years ago.

No more sightings.

I don't know why.

I tried to figure it out, but...

I lost track of him.

Maybe because you were
working alone.

(grunts)

Enough!

(panting)

You're released.

(door closes)

Who is Cicero?

I can offer you freedom

in return for one name.
That's all we need from you.

Would you sacrifice
the name of a man...

one perhaps with a family...

knowing that you
would be responsible

for his death and their misery?

My captain will not hesitate
to kill you.

The love of power
is the demon of all men.

And I'll let you
in on a secret.

There are demons all around.

Hiding as men among men,

turning them
against one another.

Join me against them.

I'm afraid the interrogation

has broken your grasp
of reality.

Has it?

RUTLEDGE:
You interrogated

Arthur Bernard for days,

without results.

And then...

CRANE: I was called away to stand
guard at a local execution.

Three men were found guilty
of treason.

Tarleton wanted to make
an example of them.

(crowd murmuring quietly)

(sobs)

Colonel, with all due respect,

I fear these public displays

may not yield
the desired effect.

You think leniency
is more likely

to inspire loyalty
to the Crown?

I feel it may prevent the birth

of a new generation of
enemies, like that boy

who's just witnessed
his father's hanging.

Don't make me doubt
your loyalty, Crane.

Or perhaps you'd feel better

joining the next round
of traitors at the noose?

I remain faithful, as always.

(birds twittering)

That was not my doing.

That boy watched
his father die.

Think you'll be forgiven

just because you didn't
pull the lever?

What I see...

I'm afraid I don't
understand anymore.

As I said...

that is your conscience...

revealing what you've
refused to see...

until now.

(sighs)

We're from opposite worlds,
you and I.

Strangers.

And yet I have
the oddest sensation...

That we've known each other
all along.

I don't believe
in spirits, or destiny...

You are a terrible liar, sir.

It's quite endearing.

Ichabod.

Ichabod Crane.

Katrina Van Tassel.

And destiny isn't
a matter of chance,

but of choice.

And what you choose to accept

will eventually become yours.

So what is it that you saw?

I've heard tales...

of a secret war.

Between men and...
Demons.

You saw one.

They were right,
you are the one.

Who was right?

How do you know this?

You possess a gift,

the power to bear witness.

Do you realize what it means?

How valuable you are
in this fight?

We need you.

Who are you?

Like you, someone who seeks
the truth above all else.

(whispering):
Evil gains its strength

when good men do nothing.

You are a good man,
Ichabod Crane.

JENNY: This Sin Eater
knows how to hide.

Cross-referenced every death row

visitor's log.

No name shows up twice.

He's gotta have a name.

No one walks into a max security
prison without authorization.

(sighs)

You really care about this guy.

About Crane.

Remember how Mom used

to take us to that...
rug store?

They had those extra pieces,

the parts of the rug

that didn't really
fit anywhere.

I always kind of felt like
that was you and me.

You know?

The remainders.

Two girls holding
onto each other so tight

because we really did not fit
anywhere else.

Then I lost you.

And I felt real alone
for a long time,

till Corbin.

Then I lost him, too...

except at almost
that same moment,

Crane came into my life.

And I guess he
made me feel like,

for the first time,

I had a purpose
that I understood.

And someone...

who I was supposed
to find it with.

Anyway...

Well, the next time

you see that witch in a dream,

tell her to be more specific.

I mean, her husband's
about to be a dead man.

What?

Abbie, you gonna invite me
to the party?

He's a dead man.

James Turcotte,
the death row inmate

from Huntsville, Texas.

His name shows up

on this death row inmate's log.

San Quentin

the following year.
He takes on

the identity of dead inmates.

That's how he hides.

Not anymore.

We have the last name
that he used.

Ian Kellett.

ABBIE: Last listing as a resident
in Hartford, Connecticut.

♪

(knocking)

This is Lieutenant Abbie Mills

with the Sleepy Hollow
Sheriff's Department.

I'd like to talk to you.

(muffled footsteps)

Sir, I can hear you in there.

I have a warrant
to search the premises.

I need you
to open this door now.

(quietly):
We don't have a warrant.

How is he gonna know?

(door opens)

(door creaks)

(softly):
What's this about?

This is about Ian Kellett.

A dead man whose
ID number you used

to rent this apartment.

We know your real name,
Henry Parrish.

You committed identity theft.

You could be facing
some real time,

or you could open the door
and we could talk.

(locks clicking)

(door creaking)

(door closes)

Mr. Parrish,

I know who you are,

what you are.

My friend

is missing...
I need your help.

People always do.

I don't do it anymore.

Even if I explained,
you wouldn't understand.

Try me.

Imagine you had a pair
of glasses...

that could see people...

see through them.

Into their hearts;

What they've done.

The parts that are
locked down so deep,

even they're afraid to see.

But you see them.

And you carried them.

Until the only person
you can't see anymore...

is yourself.

If I didn't stop...

I would have
disappeared completely.

We know what it's like

to live with something
that no one else has.

No matter what it feels like...

it's a gift.

You have a responsibility...

whether you like it or not.

"Let he who is without sin."

I'm fairly certain
that isn't you.

You want to get biblical?

"I looked, and there before me
was a pale horse.

"Its rider's name was Death,

and Hell followed with him."

Revelation.

The first of the Four Horsemen.

Thing of it is,
he's connected to my friend.

Death?
Yes.

Connected to your friend how?

A curse.

A blood tie...

linking their spirits together.

And you want me
to break the curse...

to separate the Horseman
from your friend.

According to the Bible,

a sin is a transgression
of divine law.

That is what the Horseman is,
an abomination,

walking force; pure sin.

You have the power
to pull him out.

Where is your friend now?

I was told you could tell me.

Maybe.

If your connection with your
friend is strong enough,

I could use it.

It's strong.

Use it.

Like I said,
I don't do it anymore.

You should go.

Wait a minute.
Wait a minute!

(gasps) Abbie!

Your friend... is underground.

Behind a door marked

with a symbol;

A square and a compass.

That's the symbol
of the Freemasons.

Underground, was it a tunnel?

I've told you what you needed
to know to find him.

That's all I can do
for you. Please leave.

JENNY: I had no idea these tunnels
were under the town.

ABBIE: Crane showed them to me.
Lot of secrets down here.

Parrish said the door
had a compass and square.

You sure that's
the Freemason symbol?

Like, secret societies,
animal sacrifices?

I'm pretty sure
that part's a myth.

Templar Knights,
the Founding Fathers...

they're the good guys.

If they're the good guys,
why do they have Crane?

CRANE: When I returned
to the interrogation

at Arthur Bernard's,
everything had changed.

My sins were about
to be revealed.

(floorboards creaking)

(thunder crashes)

And where were you?

I'm here to continue
the interrogations.

The time has passed,
and you have failed.

I shall grant you one path
to redemption.

One path only:

Take this man into the forest,

where he will die
like the animal he is.

(thunder crashing)

BERNARD:
The woman was right.

Katrina. You are invaluable
to the cause.

And what would
you have me do, huh?

Betray my country,
my family, my home?

For what?
For the unknown?

Some sacrifices
are worth making.

And if you pull that trigger,

you will carry sin inside
your heart forever.

You'll invite evil
to live inside you

till you beg for salvation.

That is what I'm offering you,
what she's offering you.

How would you know
what she's offering?

Pull the trigger, and
you'll never find out.

March.

(thunder crashing)

The life you knew
will never return.

You are Cicero...

aren't you?

He is all of us.

Find Katrina.

She will guide you
to Commander Washington.

And I suspect much more.

Ordo Ab Chao.
"Order from chaos."

Speak these words to her.

She will know which side
your heart has chosen.

I will find you again,
my friend.

(gunshot)

No!

Traitor!

(groans)

(thunder crashing)

(roars)

♪

(gasps)

Ordo...

Ab... Chao.

(groans)

I couldn't save him.

Had I acted sooner,
he would have lived.

This is my sin...

and I must bear it all my days.

Brother Ichabod Crane...

we are humbled
to be in your presence...

and we offer you our trust.

If this ledger confirms
my account,

and I didn't write it...
who did?

Katrina.

She was your ally.

For a while,
her coven was in league

with our Mason forefathers,
until she betrayed their trust.

How?

By secreting you away

from wherever you were buried
these centuries...

someplace we could not find.

The Masons...

my brothers wanted me dead.

That's why Katrina hid me...

she was protecting me.

At the expense
of the greater good.

She knew the inevitable outcome
of your tie to the Horseman.

Regretfully, a fate we would've
sealed for you long ago...

and one that we have no choice
but to seal for you now.

That's why you had me tell
Bernard's story.

He died for the greater good.

In Arthur Bernard,
you witnessed a man

willing to make
the ultimate sacrifice.

Inside this box is the only way

to assure
The Horseman's reign ends...

forever.

You know what
you must do, Brother Crane.

The square and compass.

Drop your weapon.

That's not how
this is gonna work.

I'm a police officer.

Let us in, or we call

in the damn cavalry.

Crane.

Miss Mills.

Don't be alarmed, please.

These men are my brothers.
Your brothers?

You're a Mason?

What the hell is happening?

He will not be hurt by our hand.

I want him out of here now!

CRANE:
No. Please.

Allow me to explain.

Would you excuse us?

Of course.

What is that?

The Masons have been
tracking the Horseman.

With his arrival, the threat
of the Apocalypse draws closer.

I stopped him before...
temporarily.

Now I can finish
what I started.

My life is tied

to the Horseman's,
and his to mine.

When he rose, I rose.

Therefore...
if I die, he dies.

No.

To ensure he never rides again,

my life must end.

It's the only way.

No!

I am not letting this happen.

I swore an oath to sacrifice
my life if necessary

so others may live freely,

a lesson I learned

from someone
who did the same for me.

I know a man who can help,

someone who can separate you
from the Horseman.

Katrina searched and failed.

Katrina's the one
who told me about him.

Katrina came to you?

Who is this man?

Sin Eater.
It's a long story.

But he wasn't exactly
cooperative,

so I'm gonna bring you to him.

There isn't time.

The Horseman's nearly here.

And even
if we could be decoupled,

I'd only free him
to continue his rampage.

This assures that he won't.

I do not accept that, Crane!

You must, if you accept what
we've been chosen to do...

to avert the Apocalypse
so humanity can endure,

so people can choose
their own destinies,

just as I must now choose mine.

There's another way.
There's always another way.

Abbie...

this is the only way.

That's the first time
you ever called me Abbie.

I've lived on borrowed time

more than any man deserves.

I've seen wonders

beyond my wildest imaginings.

And through these centuries,

against the impossibility

that we would find each other...

we did.

And I am most grateful for it.

How can you be
so calm about this?

I'm terrified.

Perhaps it would be easier
if you left.

There's no way.

Too many people

I never got a chance
to say good-bye to.

You are not gonna be
one of them.

(sighs)

I'm so sorry.

ABBIE (distorted, distant):
Crane? Stay with me.

Ichabod, please,
stay with me. Please.

Ichabod, no.

Please stay with me.

(heart beating)

MAN: I wasn't sure
I'd make it in time.

He doesn't have to die.

MAN 2:
What do you mean?

Not yet!

He's almost gone.

Clear the room, all of you.

Thank you.

Everyone out now!
This had better work.

Who are you?

I have been called many things.

Angel.

Demon.

Until now,

I wasn't sure what was true.

For so long,

I've hoped for this day.

To find the reason
for what I've been given.

And now I know.

The reason is you.

You're the man
Abbie told me about.

The one Katrina sent her
to find.

I've bought you a few moments

before the poison stops
your heart.

I can remove it!

Along with your sins
if we're lucky.

Put your hand on the table.

(winces)

(grunts)

Yes.

He is in there.

As long as you carry

your sin in your heart,

it allows the Horseman

to be tied to you.

Someone once told me
that before.

Who?

The man I sinned against.

Whose life I couldn't save.

His name.

Say it out loud.

Arthur Bernard.

Now summon him!

With all your heart.

Here!

Into this room.

Now open your eyes.

I told you
I'll find you again, my friend.

I don't understand.

I did everything
you asked of me.

I broke every vow
I took to my country.

I betrayed my own blood.

And yet you died anyway.

What more would you have done?

Freed you sooner so you'd live.

And if I had?

Would you have found
your destiny?

Found your way
to your true home?

Your death is on my soul.
No.

My death saved your soul.

Only you chose
to see it as a sin.

When all along,
it was your salvation.

What would you have me do?

Forgive yourself.

The Horseman feeds
on your regret.

That is what fuels
your blood tie to him.

Let it go,

and his hold over you
will be broken.

No, I'd only free him
so he could ride again.

You'd only free yourself
to stop him.

And the others
that ride with him.

But you won't do it alone.

Abbie.
Together

your combined power will weather
the coming storm.

Now do you understand?

I do.

Then repeat these words.

I purge the wicked
from my blood.

I purge the wicked
from my blood.

Our spirits severed.

Our spirits severed.

My soul sanctified.

My soul sanctified.

Death, leave me now.

Death, leave me now.

I command you.

I command you.

(wind howling)

(wind stops)

I feel him no more.

He's gone.

He is sanctified.

You were right.

There's always another way.

Next time, listen to me.

Okay?

I can't go through that again.

My ears shall remain eternally
open to your admonition.

I don't know
what the hell that means.

Just say yes.

Yes.

The sun has set.

He's awakened, I can feel it.

The Horseman rides.

He'll come for you.

We must prepare.

We'll be ready.

Sync & corrections by Elderfel
www.addic7ed.com

(thunder crashing)