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1 ABBIE: He described the appearance of the man

that I saw in perfect detail. He described

a man with no head.

You think we're both crazy?

Possibly.

What about Brooks? What about him?

BROOKS: I told you to stay away from him.

I tried,

but you didn't listen.

ABBIE: That is not what happened.

Morales, right? Yes, sir.

You used to date Lieutenant Mills?

Abbie.

ABBIE: I think I found something.

JENNY: The square and compass.

You're a Mason?

These... these men are my brothers.

My life is tied to the Horseman's, and his to mine.

If I die... he dies.

I know a man who can help.

Someone who can separate you from the Horseman.

(softly): I feel him no more.

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(bell tolling)

(bell continues tolling)

(bell stops tolling)

The Regulars are coming.

Tell the others.

The Regulars are on the way. The Regulars are here.

Tell the others.

The Regulars are coming.

(galloping hoofbeats)

♪

♪

Paul!

(distorted, echoing): They're here!

My God.

Where did you procure such massive quantities of reserves?

Is there a nearby citadel?

A supermarket... (groans) called Buy Plus.

Buy in bulk, spend less.

I will take you there someday.

Do you know what we could have done

with these supplies during the war?

We'd have taken Lexington in a day.

Right now we have to make sure

that if the Horseman attacks Sleepy Hollow,

you could hunker down here. Now that your blood tie

with him his severed, you're vulnerable.

"Pine Springs."

Is that a variation

of water?

A brand. Cheapest one.

You paid?

For water?

(laughs)

Why not drink from one of the thousands of taps around town?

Or the lake?

Well, tap water's got chemicals in it.

And the lake,

you don't even want to know.

The extent of which your generation

has defiled this earth is truly mind-boggling.

(ringtone playing)

The Horseman will ride after dark.

After we finish the kits,

why don't you meet with the Masons

while I grab Corbin's shotgun

from the precinct. Rutledge says

they've discovered information

of how best to exploit the Horseman's weaknesses.

Are you certain you can forgo such a conversation?

They won't let me.

The "no girls allowed" rule really gets under my skin.

Mills!

Where were you today? I'm on the late shift.

I'm kind of in the middle of something right now.

What? Prepping.

Prepping what?

For my sister, Jenny-- she's getting out

of the institution tomorrow, moving in with me.

Wow, that's a big change.

Abs. Hey, two minutes.

Come on, I just wanted to talk to you

without having the Brit hovering over my shoulder.

Look, Abbie, I know things

have been weird between us since we broke up.

I really do not have time for this.

But I see you every day. I don't know if it's Corbin

or Jenny or all of it, but I care about you, Abbie.

Abbie... Luke.

I am here.

LUKE: Before we dated, we used to be friends, remember?

Can we at least get back to that?

How about coffee?

Tomorrow afternoon. Oh, slow down. I didn't think

we were gonna be moving this fast.

Temper expectations, please.

MAN: Morales.

Who is that?

♪

Brooks.

I-I... thought you were dead.

Ah.

Rumors of my demise have been...

pretty much true.

What are you?

I saw you

with Abbie Mills.

Stay away from her.

What? Stay away from Abbie Mills.

I'm the only one that can protect her.

You're protecting her? From what?

The end. I can protect her from the end.

Everyone will die...

except for the chosen few.

(distorted): There's a war going on, Morales, a war you won't see

or hear until

it's upon you, and by then it will be too late.

There are others like me in Sleepy Hollow,

watching... watching...

waiting... waiting.

(panting)

The time's coming soon

for you to pick a side.

I trust you'll make the right decision.

(faint radio transmission)

(siren wailing in distance)

♪

(alarm system chirps)

MAN (recorded): Dear Miss Mills, I trust this voice mail missive,

finds you well if it finds you at all.

I'm still trying to fumble the notion that my words

are somehow recorded on your "Smartphone."

After consideration,

I agree it is wholly unjust that you

are prohibited from attending the Masons assembly.

I will rectify this the moment I arrive.

Please join us

as we strategize our plan of attack

against the Horseman's imminent arrival.

I am, most respectfully, Ichabod Crane.

Hello?

(thumping)

♪

♪

Shh.

I'll cover you.

(horse whinnies)

(horse neighing)

Come on.

(indistinct radio chatter in distance)

ABBIE: Right there.

Okay, that's enough for now.

This goes without saying,

but in your description of events,

let's make sure the perp isn't headless.

Crane, you said you knew these men.

Who are they? A local chapter of the Freemasons.

A centuries-old organization of craftsmen with knowledge...

I know who the Freemasons are.

Why did they get their heads chopped off?

For 500 years...

the Masons have been involved in a secret war

between good and evil.

They're brave soldiers.

These were good men.

Where are all the heads?

He took them, sir. I am running out of rope

with which to hang myself.

For now, our working theory is cult ritual suicide,

understand?

I'm helping you.

I'm trying to give you what you need

to take this bastard down, but this just keeps getting

bigger and bigger, and I still do not have proof

that the Horseman really exists.

ABBIE: Four beheaded Masons

isn't proof? Of four Masons

without a head, yes,

Of a headless horseman, no.

I have to notify the families.

We'll talk about this back at the precinct.

Crane?

Find anything? Not yet. The Masons said they had

information on the Horseman, so it must be here somewhere.

Crane, I'm sorry.

It's war.

It's not the first time I've lost friends in battle

and it certainly won't be the last.

It must be here.

Horseman of Death...

(shouts)

You okay? In 1781,

when the Horseman slashed open my chest,

I knew I was a dead man.

But before I collapsed, I had one last thought...

...if I die, he's coming with me.

That dying wish became prophecy

when our bloodlines merged on the battlefield,

entwining our mortality

and our fate.

Until the Sin Eater severed your blood tie.

What if the Horseman came here tonight looking for you?

Then I pray next time he finds me.

He may kill my Mason brothers. He may even kill me.

But I will not go alone.

I will not leave this earth with him still on it.

He beheaded my mentor. I want him killed

just as badly as you do.

(exhales)

I know why the Horseman came here tonight.

He was looking for his skull.

Why would he think it was here?

The Masons are the traditional guardians of secrets

and artifacts for the side of good.

The Horseman would've assumed

that his skull was in their possession.

When the Horseman came last time,

Katrina warned us that if he got his skull, the other three

Horsemen of the Apocalypse would rise.

The Horseman is here to hasten the end of days,

just as he tried before.

We must retrieve his head before he does.

And this time...

we destroy it.

(knocking) You're asking my permission to destroy evidence?

Agent Collins from the FBI.

Call back. I have a few more. Marlene Ramsay?

The victim's wife. I'll call her as soon as I'm done.

And your daughter wanted to remind you it's Cynthia's birthday tomorrow.

She kept the damn dog. Do I really need to call her

on her birthday?

Mother of your child.

Like I could forget.

(chuckles)

(door shuts)

I just told you I needed more proof and you respond

by asking me to destroy evidence? Sir,

I'll take care of it.

It'll never come back to you.

I don't have it.

I sent the skull out to another lab.

CRANE: Marlene Ramsay,

have you informed her of her husband's passing?

Yes.

During the war, I personally informed the family

when a soldier in my regiment was killed.

There is no worse feeling than telling someone

their loved one's gone.

Especially when it's under your watch.

The Horseman will kill every night

until he gets what he came for.

And you'll have to make that call over and over again.

You've come this far, sir.

You need to trust us.

(knocking, door opens)

The D.A.'s on line one.

I'll call her from the car.

Stick around. I won't be gone long.

(muffled music playing)

Paul?

Hey. Thanks for coming in so late.

No problem. Unfortunately,

we still can't figure out what kind of processes

were done to the skull.

We put it through the woodwork. (grunts)

Biopsy came back unreadable,

so we ran cytology:

nothing. PCR?

Still nothing.

I'm running carbon dating,

but that takes a few more weeks.

There's so much more to test.

No definable cell structure,

no DNA markers--

it's been scrubbed of any sign of life.

And yet, there it is.

Do you have a box?

(sputters)

I know we got the right size box in here somewhere.

If you don't have a box, I'll take a bag.

(automatic gunfire)

Oh, my God.

(gunshots)

(cocks shotgun)

(cocks shotgun)

(cocks shotgun) I got you, you headless son of a bitch.

(hissing)

(thunder rumbles)

(starts engine)

(tires screech)

(horse neighs) (tires screeching)

(thunder rumbles)

I wanted to call my guys in Manhattan and hunt him down.

But local PD says all the surveillance cameras at the lab

cut out. There's no evidence

of the Horseman. It's like

at the precinct with Brooks.

They can't be seen until they want

to be seen. It's all true?

Everything you told me from day one?

This is insane. He murdered Paul

in front of me.

I need to... fill out a report.

I need to call the governor.

What are you going to tell him?

What do you think I'm gonna tell him?

A headless horseman

is mowing people down to bring about the end of days?

For further questions, please call Ichabod Crane,

the man who beheaded him in 1781.

It was a mere inquiry.

You wanted proof.

Honestly...

I wanted it to be a lie.

Well, we got him.

Now let's destroy it.

How rare to stare

into the face of Death.

It's something I never intend to do again.

(bubbling, sizzling)

(explosion)

There's a junkyard in Tarrytown

with an industrial car compactor.

I've seen it turn an SUV into an ice cube.

If it can't crush the skull, nothing can.

The myriad of destructive devices you have in this century

is remarkable.

It's late.

They weren't there earlier.

Is that common?

Four lanterns lit in a carport?

Don't know.

Probably not.

Why? In my day, Paul Revere developed a system:

one lantern, the enemy comes by land.

Two, they come by sea.

Paul Revere, midnight ride.

"One if by land, two if by sea."

You've heard of it?

Word may have gotten around.

What does four lanterns mean?

Why would the Horseman do this?

The Masons believe their minds are akin to a temple.

A sacred, holy place.

We're tampering with his head and he's responding in kind.

He lined the heads with silver.

Is it... along the top of the skull?

Does that mean something to you?

Paul Revere utilized the same technique

the night the Crown arrived in the colonies.

In 1775 Paul Revere lined the lanterns with silver

to enhance their illumination.

I was guarding the safe house

where Sam Adams and John Hancock were evading arrest.

When I alerted Adams that the Crown was coming

by sea, I observed him hand Paul Revere a document,

a continuous manuscript kept by the Masons containing

enemy secrets that could be used to defeat the Crown.

There was a symbol

on the manuscript, a demonic heptagram.

I've seen it in Corbin's files.

It's a star within a star.

ABBIE: The Devil's trap-- I've seen it, too.

But it's a symbol used to entrap and defeat demons.

Why would that be on a manuscript

containing enemy secrets?

Maybe they weren't secrets of the Crown.

They were secrets for conquering evil.

My God.

The Horseman of Death was there

that night.

Where?

CRANE: Paul Revere told us of an enemy assailant who chased him

on his ride into Lexington.

He believed it was

a cold-blooded mercenary for the Crown, but...

But it was Death himself.

He was after the manuscript.

It must contain a secret about him,

uh, his weakness or flaw.

Do you think that it was updated after you cut off his head?

I do.

I'd wager that's the information

the Masons wanted to share with us.

We got to find that manuscript.

Tarrytown Museum of Colonial History.

This venue holds the manuscript?

Amongst other historical artifacts.

This might be your happy place.

GUIDE: Paul Revere

was a Renaissance man-- a silversmith,

an early industrialist, and even

a highly acclaimed dentist.

All right, kids, follow me.

It's apocryphal, what this man is telling these children.

Let it go.

Uh...

Were you charged a fee for that water?

My God, it should be an inalienable right.

Where do the courts fall on this? GUIDE: Gather round.

Uh...Wait. And make sure everybody can see.

Now, while Revere was,

well, revered

for his many talents, he is most famous

for what historical event?

CHILDREN: The midnight ride. That's right.

In fact, many refer to it as Paul Revere's midnight ride

since he was the first patriot to yell

"The British are coming!" as he rode into Concord.

Uh, pardon the interruption,

but Paul Revere never arrived in Concord.

That was Samuel Prescott's route,

and the warning all the riders gave, as discreetly as possible,

was "The Regulars are coming," not "The British are coming."

See, we, too, were British at the time

so that would have been most unhelpful.

Did you just say "we"?

Excuse us.

My cousin Steve forgot to take his medication this morning.

Didn't you, Steve? I'm the only one amongst you

who doesn't require medication.

A highly acclaimed dentist.

The man was a silversmith.

That's the last person you want poking around in your mouth.

So I spoke to one of the curators.

I have good news and bad news.

What do you want first?

Is this a riddle?

Never mind.

Bad news: the manuscript's on loan

to the National Army Museum

in London.

London. Mm-hmm.

That's a three-month voyage by sea.

That's where the good news comes in.

They've uploaded the manuscript online.

That is excellent news.

You have no idea what I'm talking about, do you?

No, I do not.

Oh, uh...

(tapping keyboard)

(murmuring)

I really hope you're right about this manuscript.

12 hours until the Horseman rides again.

Uh, Lieutenant, I've done something catastrophic.

You printed this five times.

Correct.

Why?

In case the picture vanishes from the screen

like it did a moment ago.

The manuscript-- written in some kind of code.

Adams would have used a Vigenère cipher.

I vaguely remember that from Criminology 101.

It's similar to a Caesar shift cipher,

but instead of shifting the alphabet based on a letter,

it's based on a word.

A Vigenère cipher is several Caesar ciphers in a sequence

with different shift values.

Therefore, without the code word,

the text is impossible to decrypt.

Oh, so you're looking for a password?

This is definitely your area of expertise.

Flummoxed by a foreign concept

that resembles close to nothing of what you know?

Can't imagine how that feels.

(ringtone playing)

I'm trying to crack a very complicated code.

Is that noise going to cease?

I must have quietude to concentrate.

Calm down.

I'm gonna make a quick call,

uh, give you some privacy.

If you're going to annul an engagement

with a man who works across the street,

don't you think you should do it in person?

How do you know I'm meeting with Luke later?

You're much easier to read than a Vigenère cipher.

(indistinct radio transmissions)

(phone ringing)

BROOKS (distorted): There are others like me.

Except for the chosen few.

There's a war going on, Morales.

Watching.

I saw you with Abbie Mills.

Waiting.

(ringtone playing)

Stay away from her.

(ringtone playing)

I trust you'll make the right decision.

(ringtone playing)

Stay away from Abbie Mills.

I'm the only one that can protect her.

(ringtone playing)

Hey, this is Luke. Leave me a message.

Hey, Luke, it's Abbie.

I know we were supposed to have coffee today,

but something just came up

and I'm not gonna be able to make it,

so give me a call when you get this

and we'll figure out another time.

Okay.

Okay, talk soon.

(Brooks groans)

Andy?

You're supposed to be dead.

(crunches)

(grunts)

I am dead.

Is that not apparent?

Brooks... what happened?

Abbie, I'm, I'm stuck.

I want this to end, but he won't let me.

You sold your soul?

I know you don't believe me, but I'm trying to protect you.

(tapping keyboard)

Well, how did we get here?

Well, that is wildly inappropriate.

Hey, sexy. (grunts)

Want to chat?

(clears throat)

Well, I'm flattered, madam,

but I'm afraid I am espoused to another.

Ooh.

Still here.

♪

Cicero is the password.

Oh, Revere, you rum beggar.

You hid the password on the back of his teeth.

The Horseman won't stop coming after you

until he gets his head.

Well, that's not gonna happen.

Horseman's indestructible, Abbie, he is Death.

We're getting that idea, thank you.

That's what I'm here to tell you.

You can't kill Death, but you can trap him.

That's the only way you can defeat him.

ABBIE: How?

BROOKS: I don't know.

I just know it's a secret he doesn't want let out.

Brilliant.

Why should I believe anything that you say?

Because I care about you, Abbie.

Is that the sheriff's turncoat?

Andy Boks.

My name is Andy Brooks.

We saw you die in that cell.

Yeah.

It's not my best day.

Are you still in communication with the Horseman?

I am... but that's not why I'm here.

I want to help Abbie.

Here's how you can help.

Deliver this message to the Horseman:

if he wants his head back,

he can meet me at the cemetery when night falls.

Okay, I'll tell him.

If you return here, there will be consequences.

Do you understand?

Don't threaten me.

You all right?

(sighs)

(cocks gun)

He said the Horseman can't be killed.

Only trapped.

He's right.

And I think I know how.

I cracked the code.

You've got crazy good handwriting.

This?

Chicken scratch.

There is a lot of useful information in this manuscript.

I'm not surprised the Horseman wanted it destroyed.

1782, the Masons updated this manuscript

with a way to defeat the Horseman of Death.

Then Paul Revere engraved the key to decoding the manuscript,

the word "Cicero," in the back of the Horseman's teeth.

What did he say about the Horseman, post-beheading?

(papers rustling)

"Death cannot be slain,

"but it can be captured and caged against its fiery will.

"As sunlight is his only weakness,

"a witch must be summoned

"to cast a spell, transforming the moon

into the sun, whilst Death is exposed."

Great. We need a witch.

Too bad we can't summon your wife.

Yes, the thought had crossed my mind, thank you,

though not as a means to defeat our present enemy.

Sorry. Understood.

Perhaps there are still witches in Sleepy Hollow?

Lieutenant?

When Adams wrote in this manuscript,

witches were the only means of creating sunlight at night.

But today, we have UV light, ultraviolet

light, also known as artificial sunlight.

It's the modern version of what Adams was talking about.

We can simulate the sun.

Well, as long as it doesn't include the Internet,

then, I'm amenable.

(slurping loudly through straw)

Aah!

(laughing): Stop!

No excuses.

You guys have had straws for a millennium.

Mm. This water was free at the market.

So was the arsenic that comes with it.

So, we have to lure him into the tunnels.

Any ideas?

A few.

Though they require supplies

which could take some time to prepare.

I'm not sure they'll be completed by sundown.

What if we got help?

IRVING: Assuming this works,

which is generous, say we trap him.

Where are we gonna keep him?

I'm not dropping him in the drunk tank.

The Masons have a cell protected

by a supernatural barrier, designed

by Thomas Jefferson.

Jefferson. Huh.

What was he like?

Oh, a true Renaissance man.

Artisan, scholar.

How do you figure a guy who wrote,

"All men are created equal"

justified owning slaves?

That's actually a good question.

I can say with some certainty

that he recognized the severe immorality of it.

He supported abolition in Virginia.

Perhaps his firsthand experience added to his eloquence

in drafting a document used to justify it.

ABBIE: Or

maybe Sally Hemings inspired him.

Who is Miss Hemings?

Hogwash!

Thomas was a loyal husband.

Your press knows no bounds!

They still favor salacious speculation to fact.

I once said to Thomas,

"A man who reads nothing at all

"is better educated than a man

who reads nothing but newspapers."

We had a good laugh about that one.

I hate to burst your bubble,

but we have something called DNA evidence,

which scientifically proves that your pal Thomas Jefferson

fathered six kids by one of his slaves-- Sally Hemings.

ABBIE: And not to kick you while you're down,

but... Jefferson took credit for your line about the press.

Well...

we never really know people, do we?

Should be ten minutes or so till sundown.

The seventh time you've checked.

I suspect you're also awaiting news from Luke.

Oh, it's probably for the best.

Not like we could've had a real...

real friendship or anything.

And why is that?

It's always gonna be this.

Canceling last minute, lying about it,

keeping secrets.

The most important parts of my life,

the parts that I want to share--

they're off limits.

So what's the point?

Why are you smiling?

Katrina once expressed a similar view.

She believed a liaison with me

would compromise our roles in the war.

I suppose she wasn't wrong.

If you hadn't been in love,

she would've let you die with the Horseman.

Most likely.

She wouldn't be in Purgatory.

Also true. And you wouldn't be here.

Stuck in the modern era,

where everyone I care about has been dead for 200 years.

That must be hard.

It's an adjustment.

If it makes you feel any better,

I feel pretty alone sometimes, too.

Perhaps this is the sacrifice that witnesses must carry.

All we really get...

is one another.

(laughs)

Sun's almost down.

The Horseman's going to ride.

It's time.

(thunder crackling)

CRANE: I received your message.

My reply.

(horse neighing)

(thunder crackling)

(gunshot)

(neighing)

(neighing)

(thunderclaps)

(panting)

(grunts)

Oh, that was... terrifying.

(cackling)

ABBIE: Hey.

Do you want to talk about it?

Feeling mocked yet?

(gasps)

Snuff the light!

ABBIE: Crane, I'm hurt.

I think I broke my ankle.

(groaning)

Crane, help me.

Keep quiet. I'm coming for you.

Crane?!

(Abbie gasps)

Crane, he's here! (gasping)

Now!

(clacking)

(gasping)

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