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Previously on Sleepy Hollow...

Hey.

Move and I will blow you to hell.

Crane!

I thought bullets didn't
work on the Horseman.

He's vulnerable on the Stone.

My Tinder date was telling me

about this video that he watched.

It was posted

on Logan MacDonald's Picagram feed.

Somebody hacked his
account and then embedded

the pamphlet's curse into
the video's source code.

Has to be Dreyfuss.

He summoned this creature

and ravaged our noble city
with its pestilence. Why?

I am assembling a team

of my own.

A hero's welcome

to the man of the hour!

Sent the Picagram heard round the world.

I've come to believe I don't
need any of you anymore.

The second recruit is...
ready to be plucked soon.

Helen! Welcome.

Not a moment too soon. Come in, come in.

So...

this is where you've been
hiding yourself, Malcolm.

Well...

not hiding, so much as working.

May I offer you tea, coffee, water?

I didn't get up at the crack of dawn

and fly 400 miles for a latte, Malcolm.

You shuttered the company

to do what?

Pursue a career in the fine arts?

Hey, no one has heard from you in weeks.

And it's all over the news.

The scuttlebutt is
that you have lost it.

You are awfully close, Helen.

But it's... it's not quite madness.

It's clarity.

See, the truth is,

I just have more important
concerns right now.

So what is this?

Some kind of one-man think tank?

You planning the next big rollout?

Yes. Yes, yes, yes.

I invited you here
because I have been...

impressed with your
work as CFO at Dreyfuss,

and I would be honored
if you would consider

taking an exciting new
role in the next iteration.

See, I need hosts, Helen.

Hosts, like... for an event?

Yes. But probably not
exactly the way you think.

See, Helen, I've always appreciated you.

And we all know you're an
exceptionally strong woman.

And your hunger for power...

Good heavens.

It's like you're famished for it.

You are gonna do so
well in this position.

I can sign an NDA if
you'd like to tell me more.

Not at all necessary, my dear.

Jobe!

Please.

Our friend Helen

is interested in the
position we are offering.

No!

Hello.

Ichabod!

Groovy party.

Oh, thank you, Barbara.

Uh, this must be your... beau.

Zappa.

But call me Zaps.

Or Zap.

Well, 'tis a pleasure,
Zap... Zip-Zap... Zap-Zap.

A match made in Aquarius.

♪ Father wears his Sunday best... ♪

Excuse me.

Hey.

♪ Mother's tired, she needs a rest ♪

♪ The kids are playing up downstairs ♪

♪ Sister's sighing in her sleep... ♪

Who invited the guy
dressed like Hamilton?

Sham-ilton.

My thoughts exactly.

♪ Our house... ♪

It's a pretty good turnout, Crane.

When Master Jake suggested

I invite a few neighbors
over for a party,

I... didn't expect so many to attend.

Oh, Crane.

These people really dig you.

You know, in your whole
time in Sleepy Hollow,

you never threw a party like this.

Maybe things are working
out for you here in D.C.

Yeah, I'd... not thought
about it like that.

And you're right, Miss Jenny.

I'm satisfied with my work in the Vault.

The team is doing particularly well.

And now I have a place to lay my head.

Perhaps D.C. is shaping up to be home.

And what about you?

Will you be putting down roots here?

No, D.C. is fine, but I came here

to find and train the next Witness,

and that's what I'm
doing and... after that,

who knows?

Back to Sleepy Hollow, perhaps?

No.

Settling down there
was kind of an anomaly.

I'm really a lot more
comfortable on the move.

Well, there art rooms down the hall

that will be available for next month.

Options.

Thanks.

I'm just, really not the, uh...

housewarming type.

I hope Crane won't mind
that I have to split early.

They're showing Onibaba, this,
like, classic '60s horror flick

at the Avalon this afternoon.

Hasn't fighting real monsters
put you off that sort of thing?

Uh-uh, it's a brand-new
35-millimeter print

struck from the original negative.

And since, uh, when did
book nerd become film geek?

Oh, Missy is totally
into horror flicks, man.

It's, like, her thing.

Oh, hey... There she is.

Missy!

Oh!

- Ah!
- Hey.

How's it going?

Oh, you have to be Alex.

So good to meet you.

If you're half as cool as Jake says,

then I'm already obsessed with you.

As long as you don't
start dressing like me,

acting like me, and then
kill me and take my place.

Oh, my God,

she's even funnier
than you said she was.

You said I was funny?

Uh-huh. You are.

In a very specific way.

Are you coming to the movie?

Oh, yeah, why not come with us?

No. Uh, I-I've got plans.

But... it was really
nice to meet you, Missy.

♪ All right ♪

♪ I told myself I
wouldn't fall for you ♪

♪ But you knew... ♪

Hey.

Hey.

Thanks.

Thank you for meeting with me

on such short notice,
Assistant Secretary.

It's good to see you, Agent Thomas.

And your timing is excellent, actually.

I've been meaning to call you,

but things have been
upside down at the D.O.J.

Things have been hectic
on my end as well.

Have they been?

That's actually what I was planning

on reaching out to you about.

Is this about my caseload?

I have very good reason to
have fallen behind on my quota.

Which is why I'm here.

I've been working on a case.

I need your help to take
it to the next level.

Your e-mail, you said something about

search and seizure warrants
on a well-known public figure.

I need to locate Malcolm Dreyfuss.

The tech billionaire who
recently shuttered his company?

He's recently transferred

hundreds of millions of
dollars to offshore accounts.

He's gone off the grid, just vanished.

I believe that he is behind

numerous criminal activities.

Everything from the defacement
of the Lincoln Memorial

to the disappearance of a
Smithsonian security guard.

And I need the authority to follow up.

This is thin.

And you know it.

You told me once, years ago,

there is more than paper to
a case, there is intuition.

Believe me when I tell you,

I know this guy is up to no good.

And I know when the blinders come on.

This is some kind of personal crusade.

You're seeing red, and therefore

not seeing clearly.

Look, I'm late

for a conference at
the Eisenhower Building.

As close as we are, you
know I can't help you

unless you bring me more.

So find it.

Thank you, Assistant Secretary.

Take care of yourself, Agent Thomas.

Thank you. Right this way, please.

The hell?

Hello, Officer.

Everything copacetic?

This way, please.

You must be famished,
after a century and a half.

Have at it.

Sate your hunger.

Nothing beats Penfolds Grange '99.

This bill you wanted to talk about.

538. Does that impossible thing.

Saves the world and makes states money.

It's a no-brainer.

I just want you to
put it in front of him.

Just...

Don't hold back, huh?

The hell, Larry?

Stop, man! Stop!

I'm gonna get some help!

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According to the incident
report, a White House staffer

saw the victim gorge himself
on everything in sight.

But the coroner's follow-up

says he died of malnourishment,

as in he literally starved to death.

A hunger this dreadful with
no sustenance can only have

a supernatural cause.

This could be a lot of things.

Now...

there's a creature called a vetala,

which psychically drains its prey.

We dealt with one of those.

The victims don't stuff themselves.

What about a succubus?

They can supposedly
inflame desires, right?

I experienced one of those personally.

They leave a desiccated corpse,
but no sign of malnutrition.

Maybe you guys want to
save us some research

and make a list of the vampiric
creatures you haven't fought.

Hmm.

Never an actual vampire,
now that you mention it.

In Greek mythology, Erysichthon
of Thessaly was cursed

with an unrelenting hunger.

Uh, food merely served
as fuel for the fire.

Perhaps this is a similar malediction.

Whatever demon or monster curse this is,

we all know where it came from.

Dreyfuss.

The straightest line to ending this

or whatever other threat
this bastard is cooking up

is to take him down.

We all agree on the
root cause, Agent Thomas.

We have no idea to
where Dreyfuss vanished,

nor what he is planning; what we do know

is that innocent lives
are in immediate danger.

How long are we gonna treat the symptoms

and leave the disease unchecked?

I am using

every resource that I have

to find him.

I could use all your help.

We get it.

Yeah, absolutely.

All right, we all want to
find a way to take him down.

Dreyfuss stuck too close to
home when he went after Molly.

Your instinct as a
mother is to act quickly.

Quite rightly so.

I give you my word,

we will bring him down
by hook or by crook,

but first we must contain
the situation at hand.

Fine.

We'll do it your way.

Now, there are many
types of hunger demons

that might cause these
sorts of symptoms.

The ancient Chinese scholar
Pu Songling cataloged them

by genus and type in a
book called Liaozhai Zhiyi

during the Qing Dynasty.

I know a guy...

Who might have a book like that handy?

Girl, you so have a type.

Very good.

Miss Jenny, if you pursue that lead,

Agent Thomas and I will
reconnoiter the scene

at the Eisenhower Building.

We will search for clues as
to the monster's whereabouts,

and Dreyfuss' endgame.

You two, on me.

While we search the scene,

I need you two to stay on Dreyfuss.

There are a number of leads
I was gonna chase down,

starting with his assistant.

If the thing made that dude

go all "one more tiny wafer-thin mint"

is at the Eisenhower building, what?

Crane and I have it covered.

Shall we, Agent Thomas?

I don't know. I don't know.

How may this student

of mystic herbology help you today?

Donnie Lu.

Since when did you learn
how to read Mandarin?

Mills.

No way.

Oh, my God, it's been too long!

Oh.

Hey, is your uncle around?

Oh, he's down in Charlotte Amalie

with his boys... some kind of

- high-stakes poker game weekend.
- Hmm.

So I'm working the register.

That doesn't sound like your style.

Last I heard, you had
a fleet of G4s for rent

and were raking it in.

Nah, I got out of jets.
The upkeep is murder.

And this place has been killing it.

Chinese herbs are super in.

Royal jelly, kombucha, ginseng tea.

People want to live forever, dude.

Seems to be a trend these days.

Hey, I'm looking for a Qing
Dynasty text on hunger demons.

Say no more.

Let me check my mystical inventory

of ancient tomes and scrolls.

Wait, go back.

It's the Gjallerhorn
of Heimdallr, right?

Collector out of Dubai is
looking to track it down.

He's got deep pockets.

It's like one month in Nepal,

two in Bangkok,

Bathysphere down the Marianas Trench.

It's crazy.

I'd ask if you're in, but
you're out of the game, right?

Not "out" out.

Just had a lot on my plate recently.

Who's taking point?

Gonzalez?

Dresden. Oh, no, wait,

Uncle Lu and Agatha
Muir go way, way back.

No one yet.

It's yours if you want it.

Hand-pick your own team.

Uncle Lu would be so psyched.

You're one of the greats, Mills.

Let me think on it.

And, um...

...let me see that book
on hunger demon lore.

Okay, you got it.

In Latin, "Lustitia."

In Greek, "Themis."

Lady Justice is the
allegorical personification

of moral force in the judicial system.

In her hands, the Scales of Justice.

Always equal, always equivocal.

Don't look so equal to me.

If Dreyfuss is behind this,
then whatever's causing it,

maybe we can use it to
track it back to him.

Then we start upstairs
in the dining room.

All security teams,
sector 4. All security...

Or wherever they're going.

Lady, get up.

Get up now! Back away!

- Agent Thomas, DHS. What is going...?
- Back away, slowly.

Put your hands where I can see them!

Assistant Secretary Stryker?

You know this woman?

Oh, my God. Nancy.

The thing that did this...

...it's in the walls.

Hey, you okay?

Agent Thomas knew this poor soul.

It's another life

Dreyfuss is gonna pay for.

You said you saw it

behind that vent?

Only the eyes. They glowed red.

Crimson eyes, desiccated bodies,

and a propensity for living in darkness.

All characteristics of a number
of genera of hunger demon.

There's a whole host cataloged in here.

Gaki, Egui, Preta.

There's even a demonic
strain fathered by Mnemoth.

Some are thought to be responsible

for the great famines of history.

Hold up. Two attacks today.

This creature was released recently.

And if Dreyfuss had a hand,

he may have left a trail.

There.

Jobe.

Proof that Dreyfuss is involved.

You saw the demon in

the ventilation duct system, right?

And Jobe was headed to the basement.

Can we access the building's
utility schematics from here?

I think so.

The central hub for the building's

ventilation system is
in the sub-basement.

Allowing the creature access
to both the dining room

and the conference room.

And the rest of the building.

This is one of the biggest
office buildings in D.C.

It's an all-you-can-eat buffet.

So we got to go down and find it.

Hold on. It's kind of odd shape.

He could be carrying an artifact.

There's a chapter in here about

The Mifang Conundrum.

Chinese mystics created enchanted

puzzle box mechanisms that,

depending on the configuration,

could draw, trap or
release a hunger demon.

They vary in complexity.

Some take as many as

1,536 predetermined moves to open.

I've seen this device before.

In the hands of a former
compatriot of mine.

Uh...

Before I joined the colonial forces,

I was friends with a
fellow British officer

named Edward Reed.

Shortly after I arrived
on American shores,

Reed and I were sent on a raid

to recapture a supply room
commandeered by the colonists.

Relax, Crane.

The Colonials would not be
so rash as to risk their lives

over crates of tea.

I would not be so sure, sir.

These Bostonians are proud men.

It seems they would
gladly give their lives

for the pursuit of freedom.

Good luck to them.

Rabble against the
might of empire, right?

Damn this foul contraption.

It's a peculiar curio.

Are those Chinese characters?

Well, I found it here, in
one of the open tea crates.

A misplaced child's plaything perhaps.

My youngest, Penelope,

she's quite adept with
this sort of thing.

Perhaps I'll take it with
me when we return home.

A day that cannot come soon enough.

Thereafter, I was sent
on a different assignment.

And when I returned, I was told

that Reed and the rest of the company

had all died of starvation

whilst on a reconnaissance
north of the Berkshires.

Reed must have inadvertently
summoned a hunger demon,

by solving what he believed
to be a child's puzzle.

Ultimately, we fought
on different sides,

but no man deserves a death so foul.

We find this puzzle box,

we can lure the demon.

Trap it.

Then we track down the
bastard who set it free

and make him pay.

Okay, Spymaster.

Diana said start with Dreyfuss's
assistant, not grab dinner.

Picagram doesn't lie, my friend.

Dreyfuss's assistant
Ashley's feed tells me

- that she's super into street cuisine.
- Mm-hmm.

She's tagged herself at that truck

every Friday during happy
hour for the last three months.

Okay, so, if she's a creature of habit,

she should be here any minute.

Exactly. But you, uh,

might miss that screening
with what's-her-face.

Oh, Missy?

Uh, no worries, it's not like

we can't find something else to do.

You know, we have a ton in common

besides old black-and-white
horror movies.

Yeah, pricey French wine,

vintage Elric of Melniboné
sword and sorcery paperbacks.

Melni-what?

That's a real thing?

Yeah.

Whatever.

Just don't get too cocky, okay?

'Cause people with too much
in common, they never work out.

But didn't you say the exact opposite

when I was crushing
on Jenny Mills, though?

There she is.

That's Ashley.

So, what...

Bluetooth scanner.

- Patent pending.
- Mm-hmm.

Not exactly legal yet.

But I can use a remote link
to clone Ashley's SIM card.

That way, if and when Dreyfuss
calls, we can piggyback

and use cell tower
triangulation to locate him.

But, uh, not too close, Romeo.

Just because you score
with girls at bars

doesn't mean that
puppy dog charm of yours

is gonna serve you here.

Puppy dog charm?

That's what I said.

Oh, yeah, it was. I mean,
it wasn't much of one,

but I believe you just complimented me.

No.

I described you, using
canines as a comparison.

Uh-uh, the word that
jumped out was "charming."

Yeah.

You do not find him charming.

We should double our efforts.

- I'll take right.
- Okay.

Over here.

I believe we have found the source

of our demonic infestation.

But how does it work?

See if there's any information
in the book I got from Donnie.

I'm gonna do a sweep, make sure
this demon isn't lurking around.

If we dial in on the
correct configuration,

we should be able to call
the creature back here.

These are Shang characters.

So, uh...

that one there

means "return to."

And then, on the other side,

"to cast away."

And the third,

"to restrain."

Configuration is the key.

Fortunately, I was most
adept at puzzles, so...

Confounding.

Hey, I was a master at Rubik's Cube.

I have no idea what you just said.

But I do know that I
solved Franklin's cipher

when many others had failed.

And I was able to drink from
the most challenging puzzle jug

without spilling a drop,
so perhaps I should...

Got it.

Talk to me.

Mission: Dreyfuss Assistant

was a rainbow of flying colors.

Excellent.

- You have his location?
- Not yet,

but I have a program scanning
cell towers across the U.S.,

looking for common I.P. addresses.

All right, keep digging.

Okay. Crane! Jenny!

Come on.

Trap it. Trap it!

Jenny, you okay?

Yeah.

Where is it?

Behind you!

After it! Quickly! Follow it!

Come on.

No sign of the demon.

Without the puzzle box,
we can't call it back.

Leaving a voracious creature
free to sate its hunger

amongst the innocent
denizens of Washington.

His diminished capacity made
finding him more difficult.

But perseverance eventually paid off.

Could use some serious
cleaning supplies down here.

Fresh coat of white
paint would do... wonders.

Dark Rider of Death.

I think you're right, Jobe.

He does look a little...
under the weather.

He suffered these wounds while under

the transformative influence
of the Philosopher's Stone.

I am so, so sorry, my friend.

You've been dealt a great disservice.

But fear not,

I've come to restore
you to all your glory.

I made you a promise when we first met,

and I never welsh on a deal.

We're gonna have you on
the mend before you know it.

And...

I am getting the gang

back together again.

This is on me.

If I hadn't taken that phone call,

the hunger demon wouldn't
have gotten the drop on us.

More pressing is the
fact that we were unaware

you had employed Master
Jake and Miss Alex

on an information gathering mission.

I didn't want to drop
the ball on Dreyfuss,

I thought a two-pronged
assault was right.

Yes, the plan is not the issue.

The issue is that you chose
not to share it with all of us.

We understand your anger, Agent Thomas.

And your right to it.

But what is at risk is
the integrity of our team.

If we are to be successful

in our battle against the supernatural,

we must always stay on the same page.

Trust us,

separate agendas will
only lead the group astray.

I hear you.

Then let's put our heads together

and take this thing out already, hmm?

Okay, look, I was combing through

entries in the secret histories,
looking for any reference

to hunger demons, cannibalism or famine,

and I found one about the Donner Party.

The Oregon Trail people who got
snowed in and ate each other?

They were trying to forge their
way across the High Sierras.

May I see the entry?

You think the Donner Party went cannibal

because they ran afoul of
one of the hunger demons?

Oh, my.

One of the leaders of the
party was one James F. Reed.

He was a direct
descendant of Edward Reed,

my former commanding
officer in the British army.

It's the Mifang Conundrum.

Was it passed down in his family?

And brought with the Donner
Party on their journey.

Here, Reed survived
and wrote this account.

In the spring of 1848,
the snow in the passes

finally melted enough for
the Donner Party survivors

to make their way to safety.

But they did not come out alone.

Led by James F. Reed,
they made their way west

and took shelter from
their demonic pursuer

in a cave system.

The Donner Party survivors

made their last stand at
the mouth of this cave,

just outside the town of Sutter's Mill.

James F. Reed laid a
trap for the demon...

...volunteered himself as
bait to lure the foul beast.

The survivors dug Reed out.

Of the creature, there was no sign.

Ah.

There was a literal

golden lining to this story.

A vein of gold ore uncovered
in the explosion was mined

and provided for the survivors' recovery

and eventual prosperity.

Whoa, wait. Mm-mm.

Mm-mm. 1848.

Sutter's Mill, California?

You're saying that

when the Donner Party
took out this demon...

They kicked off the Gold Rush.

Oh. In our world, and only in our world,

does that make sense.

The Donner Party's tragic
tale must provide the key

to defeating this demon.

The Mifang Conundrum Boxes

were fashioned out
of enchanted teakwood,

but they had gold characters
emblazoned on the sides.

Gold.

Gold is the creature's weakness.

It's mine, too, but I don't
have enough to create a weapon.

I've got a plan for that.

But first we need to draw the creature,

and the puzzle box is
a pile of splinters.

I can 3-D-print a replica.

I mean, not out of enchanted teakwood,

but it might be able to hold the
demon for a little bit, if at all.

As long as it will lure it towards us.

Look, I'll research

the correct symbology
to paint in gold leaf

onto your version of the box.

Very good.

Now, Miss Jenny, you say you have a plan

to procure enough gold to make weaponry.

I do.

But we've got to mine it ourselves.

This is a junkyard.

That's what you see.

I see gold.

So how's a bunch of
wrecked cars gonna help us

take down this demon?

Okay, it's a little known
fact, but cars are filled

with trace amounts of gold.

Uh, anti-lock brakes, airbag
inflation system chips.

Oh, come on. If gold was
laying around in cars,

people would steal it.

Yeah, they do.

I had a friend that
used to use skateboards

to slide under the cars and
dismantle catalytic converters.

She'd strip and sell the
gold inside for beer money.

She called it a, uh,
"catalytic conversion rate."

Did she?

A friend?

Okay, so, there's trace amounts

of gold in every car.

And with this many cars, means
a heck of a lot of gold, right?

Which means we can create
our own Donner Party gold mine

with what we have to hand.

This thing,

it attacks from high,

causing its victims
to attack each other.

But in close quarters, it
will fight hand-to-hand.

So, to avoid eating each other,
we should force the latter.

That is the approach we shall take.

Miss Alex, do you have

the facsimile box?

Yeah.

Now, I'm all set

to apply the symbols on this box

once we do have some gold in hand.

Yeah, and while Jake
was doing his research,

I came up with these.

This is fluorosulfuric acid.

Any spare gold we have, we drop
in here and we get a solution

that might take this thing out.

Nice.

Excellent work, all.

Now let us commence prospecting.

Ready as we'll ever be.

It's a good plan, Crane.

It was a group effort.

Our team has endured
much in its short life.

It has continually
proved to be far greater

than the sum of its parts.

It has been a unique experience.

Indeed it has.

Miss Jenny pointed out
that D.C. is becoming

more of a home for me.

It is largely thanks
to you and Miss Molly.

You accepted me into your lives,

and it means a great deal to...

Well, you've given us
a real sense of purpose.

Knowing we're saving the world

from monsters?

Not a job I would've willingly
signed up for, though.

Oh, dreadfully lacking in benefits.

Alex and Jake are ready
with the puzzle box.

Let's do this.

Okay.

This should draw the demon to us.

It's working.

You say that like you
weren't sure it would.

I wasn't.

But let's not sweat
the small stuff, okay?

Nowhere to run, demon.

You're encircled in a ring of gold.

- It's trapped.
- Now we finish this.

Its eyes are doing the thing!

Crane, another arrow!

Jenny! Now!

Jake, Alex! Come on!

Mission: Gold Solution

was a smashing success.

You know... No. Uh, uh...

Operation, uh, Hangry Demon Take...

- Jake.
- Yeah.

- Just drop it.
- Okay.

Actually, I'd go with smashing success.

Dreyfuss is a madman,
but he has a method.

True. When he was assembling
the Philosopher's Stone,

he released monsters with a purpose.

So we do a sweep, top to bottom,

see if we can spot anything off-kilter.

I'll take the north end.

Breaking into a government
building after hours.

She can stay.

Indeed.

She has adjusted admirably.

As have you and I.

We've gathered quite
the formidable troop.

Long may we reign.

This is about the apartment
down the hall, isn't it?

3C.

It is a shade shabby, but the spirit

of the neighborhood more
than makes up for it.

Yeah, I'm really...

I'm okay with my trailer.

For now.

You know,

with the respect and
admiration you command

from our new compatriots, and with...

Well, you're fully aware that
I consider you as much family...

Crane.

Don't make it weird.

I'm not making anything weird.

All I'm trying to say, if
you will allow me, is that...

...you also have more
of a home than you know.

I got offered a job today.

And it's out of town.

Way out of town.

A really interesting gig,
doing just what I love,

finding something special,
uncovering mysteries.

Congratulat...

Uh, have you accepted?

Not yet, but...

I didn't say no.

I think it's just because

I wouldn't just be a part of something.

It... it'd be... my own thing.

Hey, I think I found something!

There was a tour guide with a
bunch of schoolkids here earlier

when Crane and I first
came to the building.

And in that security footage,
Jobe paused here and looked up.

I think that's what he was looking at.

Lady Justice.

Blind, equivocal...

and missing something.

There was a set of
golden scales up there.

Now they're gone.

We need to return to the Vault,

try to glean what our enemy is planning.

Why do we bother to talk children

into wishing upon stars?

Pinpricks of light from
hundreds of thousands

of years ago, which we have

breathlessly assigned patterns
and form and meaning to...

from a ridiculously
simplistic perspective.

We really need to
teach future generations

to bring about real material change,

not pin their hopes on the ephemeral.

You've killed the poetry, Malcolm.

All the more room for reason
and logic to stand tall.

Scale me, my friend.

Charged as the hunger demon fed.

What an interesting dichotomy.

Overflowing with famine.

My young and rather
stylish Rider of Pestilence.

And my ambitious, social climbing,

and savagely hungry...

Rider of Famine.

There's two more spaces
left to fill, my friend.

And I'm hoping the Dark Rider of Death

will be strong enough to rejoin us soon.

The condition for his recovery

will be attended to
immediately, Malcolm.

And that will leave just
one last totem, Jobe.

War.

So Dreyfuss vandalized

the Eisenhower Building, and
took the Scales of Justice.

Yes. A set of golden scales.

Uh, it's not always seen
in the hands of Lady Themis.

Correct, Master Wells.

Scales are a totem in many mythologies.

In the Zodiac, Libra is a symbol

of logic and balance.

In biblical texts,
the scales are a symbol

of dread and primal power.

Oh, no.

Malcolm Dreyfuss raised a djinn

in order to spread a
supernatural pestilence.

Now he raises a hunger demon

in order to spread a
supernatural famine.

I hope you're not thinking
what I think you're thinking.

You are thinking what I was.

Our enemy Dreyfuss

seeks to raise the Four
Horsemen of the Apocalypse.

And we alone can stop him.

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