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Previously on Sleepy Hollow...

IRVING: Jennifer Mills,
you've helped your sister before.

Abbie wants me
to bring you into this,

says you'll be valuable.

But I need to know...

- Are you in or out?
- In.

You fell in love, you get married,

but the whole time you have no idea
that your wife is a witch.

- Correct.
- How could you not know?

She was protecting me.

We are part of an ancient order

sworn to fight the darkness
that hides in Sleepy Hollow.

We're dealing with forces
so beyond our control.

Beyond beyond.

(Whispering, snarling)
Jenny!

(Weapon cocks)

That's the key, Lieutenant.

Now, more than ever,

we need Katrina.

What is it you're afraid to say?

I believe I know why I am here.

- Why?
- Ichabod!

(Caws)

I'm pulling up to it right now.

Yes, I'll send you pictures.

I can't believe it used
to belong to my family.

I know. I'm just so curious.

I want to learn everything
I can about this place.

It's one of the oldest homes
in the area.

It took me five years
to secure the title.

(Gasps)

Oh, I'd like to restore it
to its original grandeur.

We have a lot of work to do.

I love it.

Really?

It's history, Sam.
My family's history, to be exact.

So show some respect.

Things happened here
that need to be remembered.

Looks haunted.

For a bodyguard,
you are a very fearful man.

Lena. Lena!

Until we know it's structurally safe
in there, you are not go...

(Wings fluttering)

(Exhales)

It's amazing.

(Crow caws)

We should restore all of this.

(Branches and tendrils crackling softly)

Stubborn little brutes.

Sam! We should've
brought the hedge clippers!

The place is completely...

(Gasps)

(Crow cawing)

(Panting)

(Screaming)

CRANE:
I'm merely noting

the eradication of a
thrice-daily tradition,

wherein each meal is treated
with the proper allowance of time.

Not that the "drive-through"
wasn't impressive.

And despite this
establishment's nomenclature,

this resembles no Scottish meal
I've ever eaten.

These are from the Austrian Netherlands,
for one thing.

And dreadfully prepared.

This is probably as much of
a Thanksgiving as we're getting.

What about your sister?

This is "family time."

I don't think my having
conservatorship over her

since her release from
the nuthouse necessarily leads

to "pass the cranberry sauce."

The what?

Turkey, cranberry sauce,
pumpkin pie.

You know,
all the stuff the Pilgrims ate.

The Pilgrims didn't have
any sugar to make a sauce,

let alone a pie.

And venison,
not turkey, was served.

It would've been a miracle
for a single half-starved pheasant...

Hold up.

Pheasants?

All this talk of holidays,
turkeys, family time...

irks me.

Because of Katrina.

If I can't be with my wife

during a time of thanks
and celebration,

why must there be
so many constant reminders

of the inescapable fact that I...

You're alone.

I mean no disrespect.

Your company holds
the greatest value to me.

Crane...

You have a right to be angry.

You've lost more than
anyone ever should.

Besides, what are holidays for
if not airing our grievances?

(Chuckles)

After our nuptials,

I had such hope for the life
Katrina and I were to share.

It's been a crazy few weeks.

You'll feel better after a night off.

IRVING:
Crane, Mills...

Got something for you.

Kindly inform me
when that night arrives.

So much for
the proper allowance of time.

IRVING:
Lena Gilbert...

Philanthropist, author, socialite.

Miss Gilbert's lineage
goes back generations,

to the Founding Fathers.

She looks great
in fancy dresses, too.

Why is she our concern?

That was two days ago.

No one has seen her since.

Normally, not a problem,
but she didn't show up

at a fund raiser in DC last night.

About an hour ago,
the Senate Majority Leader

contacted me personally
to check on her whereabouts.

Apparently we're not supposed
to lose track of billionaires.

Sorry... I'm not mistaken...
You did just say she is a...

billionaire, correct?

Yes.

Meaning she has a billion... dollars?

That's the gross national income
of all 13 colonies, in my lifetime.

Sounds like a rich lady
took a wrong turn

on the way to her country home.

Any of the other units
can handle it.

A member of her staff
faxed this over... Copy of a note

they found in Lena's
handwriting on her desk.

That's your wife's name, isn't it?

I thought you might be interested.

Okay, yeah, that's
an interesting coincidence,

but if she's supposed to be
in DC, how do we even know

that she is still in the area?

Her assistant tracked the GPS
on her car.

The last ping was here
in Sleepy Hollow.

After that...
fell off the map, disappeared.

Keep me posted.

It could be a different Katrina.

It's not just Katrina.

"Katrina C.,"
as in "Katrina Crane."

One initial does not
a connection make.

Oh, you've surely come
to realize by now, Lieutenant,

that when the two of us
are involved,

rarely is a coincidence
a coincidence.

The captain said
Miss Gilbert's lineage

dates back
to the Founding Fathers.

Could your... wondrous Internet

perform a search
on Miss Gilbert's ancestry?

What are we looking for?

Ties to landowners

within the confines
of the Sleepy Hollow area.

Dating back to my era.

Gilbert.

All right, father's side,

ownership of New World Steel,
Dune Chemicals...

mother's side, maiden name...

Fredericks.

Owned mining interests,
invested in railroads.

Seemed like they owned half the
Eastern Seaboard at one time.

Of course.

Fredericks Manor.

Named for Lachlan Fredericks,

influential landowner
and charter member

of the Continental Congress.

Needless to say, a keen
supporter of the war effort.

And, I assume, a friend of yours.

I know where Miss Gilbert went.

ABBIE: I pulled the land title
and deed from city hall.

This place has had
a few different owners,

but no one's actually lived here
for more than a few weeks

since Lachlan Fredericks.

(Crow caws)

It's empty.

Inside, maybe?

It's not possible.

Fredericks Manor... This is
where you wanted to go, right?

It is indeed.

But it hardly resembles
the residence

Katrina and I visited
during the war.

(Carriage rattling)

Katrina had been requesting
to visit the estate for months.

Finally, my schedule allowed me
to accept an invitation.

We had such
a beautiful day together.

Ichabod, we must find
our gracious host.

Welcome to Fredericks Manor.
May I take your coat?

The manor belonged
to Lachlan Fredericks.

I knew of him as a
dedicated supporter of the war,

a close friend of Washington's,

but I had no knowledge
of his other causes.

Look around, my love.
What do you see?

They're all free.

They choose to work here.

This estate is a safe haven.

A place for anyone seeking refuge.

Is that not beautiful?

Everyone there, regardless
of the color of their skin,

was free and guaranteed
Lachlan's protection.

This was a sanctuary.

(Crow cawing)

Most of the manor's visitors
were former slaves.

Many of them remained
in Lachlan's employment,

earning a fair wage,
as every human should.

I can't fathom how such beauty
fell into such ruin.

Or why somebody who dated
George Clooney would want to buy it.

An Irishman?

(Cawing)

(Door creaks)

Miss Gilbert?

Unbelievable.

Sheriff's Department!

Let me see your hands!

Show me your hands now!

Lord...

His face.

(Crows cawing in distance)

Looks like some kind
of animal attack.

CRANE:
Mm.

Sam Calvern.

Works for a private security company.

I'm gonna assume this guy
was with Lena.

Lieutenant...

They're fresh.

Looks like she was
dragged away from here.

Miss Gilbert may still be alive.

Charlie-six-two,
requesting additional units.

Six-two, did you copy?

No signal.

Gonna try outside.

Jammed shut.

Allow me.

There's gotta be another
way out of here.

(Gasps)

(Doors slamming shut)

This is not happening.

Not to be an alarmist...

(Doors slamming shut)

(Slamming stops)
But we're in a damn haunted house.

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CRANE:
These boards are stuck fast.

There must be an exit.

I am not staying in here.

Do you understand
what I'm saying to you?

That is not going to happen.

We're trapped in here.

Likely for a reason.

I'm uncertain what this house
desires from us, or Miss Gilbert.

If she's still alive,

I assume our best course
of action is to locate her

and ensure her safety.

Right. Good plan.

Hello?

Lieutenant?

Where are you going?

- Did you see her?
- Who?

The woman.

- She was right in front of us.
- What woman?

(Wood creaking, eerie whooshing,
indistinct whispering)

All right.

We've faced witches,

a headless rider of death,

a demon who invades our dreams,

I'm sure we can brave
this little crisis.

I am saying haunted houses
do not work for me.

Not as a child, not now, not ever.

There's a line.

She's not here. Let's move on.

Wait...

Gulliver's Travels.

Swift.

Katrina's favorite novel.

She owned a copy identical to this.

- What is it?
- It's a letter.

- It survived all these years.
- Addressed to Katrina?

One I wrote to her.

The morning I faced the Horseman.

(Men shouting, guns firing)

"My beloved.

"If this missive reaches you,

"it means the worst
has come to pass

and I have fallen in battle."

I had asked Washington's
aide-de-camp to deliver it

should my mission to confront
the Horseman prove fatal.

Which he would have done,
several days later.

She must have returned here
while you were buried.

And leave my letter
in her favorite book?

It's as though
I was meant to find it.

- I don't understand.
- Me neither.

Something's not right about it.

(Creaking, whooshing,
wings fluttering)

We gotta find this woman.

Miss Gilbert?

Sheriff's Department.

(Crow caws)
Lena?

Ooh!
(Gasps)

So it wasn't like this before,

all haunted and with crows?

No...

At the height of the war,
this was a place of hope,

a force for good.

(Crystal tinkles brightly)

CRANE:
When we finally met our host,

he was charming, warm,
intelligent...

everything Washington
said he'd be.

Ichabod Crane,

I am your most ardent admirer, sir.

May I present our house matron.

Mrs. Grace Dixon,
your reputation for helping

those in need precedes you.

(Crows cawing) CRANE:
In retrospect,

it is very possible that
their home was also a refuge

from supernatural threats.

(Crows cawing)

Lachlan and Grace talked of evil.

Considering the state
of this place,

it stands to reason
that some demonic force

caught up with them,

targeted this place,

turned it from a sanctuary
to a prison.

If someone or something
had it out for Lachlan,

maybe they've had it out
for Lena, too.

She is his descendant.

You may well be right.

(Creaking, discordant echoes)

More evidence
of Miss Gilbert's struggle.

After you.

I insist.

CRANE:
Miss Gilbert?

The closet.

(Hinges creaking)

(Muffled shouts)

Oh, my God. Miss Gilbert,
we are here to help you.

- It's okay. We've got you.
- (Crying)

LENA:
No, don't do that.

(Lena sobbing)

Crane...?

(Wood crackling)

(Crow screeches)

(Crow screeches)

(Crows continue screeching)

(Gasping)

Please... You don't understand...

This house is alive!
(Crane grunts)

ABBIE:
We've got you.

The roots... They dragged me.

- They wouldn't let me go.
- Shh, shh, shh, shh.

I don't know what it was.

It's okay. Breathe.

Come and sit, come and sit,
come and sit.

All right, look at me.

Hello.
Now, it's my understanding

that you are a descendant
of the man who lived here,

Lachlan Fredericks.

He was an ally
to a great and true cause,

and as brave a soul as I ever met.

So why don't we honor his memory

by getting out of this nightmare
in one piece?

IRVING:
Mills, where are you?

Just 'cause it's the holidays,

doesn't mean you don't have
to check in.

Call me back. Your sister's here.
I'm dealing with her B.S.

- Someone's in a mood.
- Yeah, you have no idea.

You better have what I asked for.

Thanks for the loaner.

- You stole that.
- We were fighting demons

that were trying to
bust out the Horseman.

There was a lot of confusion.

I lost track of what gun
belongs to where.

I left you that message
five days ago.

- I'm here now, aren't I?
- The rest?

Come on, don't waste my time.

I thought it was a gift.

You know, for helping
save everyone's ass?

Cigars are a gift.

Jewelry is a gift.

Maybe I'm a different kind of girl.

This conversation is over.

- So...
- As in, you leave.

Fine.

It was a stupid idea anyway.

What?

It's just, it's the holidays...

- And...?
- Nothing. Forget it.

I was thinking of having people
over for Thanksgiving dinner

to say thank you to Abbie
for taking me in,

and I thought, you know,

if you didn't have plans...

You're gonna cook?

I can cook.

So this is a normal
dinner type thing.

You make turkey and gravy,
I bring some pie.

- Crane and Mills will be there?
- Yep.

We act like normal people
for a change.

One night only, I promise.

Then I go back to stealing
from you.

(Chuckles)

- That's funny.
- Um, am I interrupting?

Macey is here.

- I-I can come back.
- No, no, this is Jenny Mills.

And, uh, I was just leaving.

Hey, I wasn't expecting you.

Aw, my little bean.

ABBIE:
There's gotta be another way out.

Another exit we haven't
thought of yet.

Miss Gilbert, you left a note
on your desk.

You'd circled the name "Katrina C."

Um... Katrina Crane.

I found her name in a registry
from the late 1700s.

She was the last person
who came here for sanctuary

before the manor was abandoned.

My name is Ichabod Crane.

Katrina was my...

Relative. He's related to her.

Would you mind telling us
what you're doing here?

Um, this place has always been
a family mystery.

No one knows what happened to it

or to my great-great-great-
whatever-grandfather Lachlan.

When I found that registry
with Katrina on it,

I thought maybe I'd found the
key to unlocking the truth.

So I bought the manor back
and came here,

hoping something would make sense.

And yet you've found no clue
as to what dark force

took hold of this refuge?

Just a legend that Lachlan

was more than
a passionate abolitionist.

That he was also involved
in witchcraft.

That might explain why Katrina
was so keen to visit this place.

If your ancestor was a warlock,

using witchcraft to protect those
seeking refuge on his property,

perhaps he was a member of my...

relative's coven.

Did you just say "coven"?

Katrina was a witch,

and a very dear friend
of your forefather's.

When I freed you from
those roots, they bled.

Whatever malevolent being
attacked this house,

triumphing over
Lachlan's protections,

it has infested the property.

ABBIE:
Something terrible happened here.

And it had something to do
with Katrina.

There must be some answer,
something in your research.

Possibly, but all of it's
back in New York.

(Creaking, eerie whooshing
and whispering)

(Rustling, deep growling)

Okay, it's time to go.

- What is it?
- Quickly.

Crane, there was
something back there.

Something bigger.

Yes, I saw.

(Wings fluttering, caws echoing)

We can't stay back here.

Where would you have us go?

(Glass shattering)

Everyone...

ABBIE: Go ahead.
I'm right behind you.

Lieutenant, come on!

Crane!

CRANE:
Lieutenant! Down here!

(Panting)

(Crackling)
(Gasps)

(Crackling, creaking)

CRANE:
Lieutenant!

(Panting)

Stand back.

(Grunting)

Give me your hand.
Your hand.

Lieutenant, give me your hand.

(Yells)

(Gasps)

(Crows cawing)
(Crane and Lena shouting)

(Lena yells)

(Cawing continues)

(Cawing stops)

Miss Gilbert...

Oh, no.

ABBIE:
Crane? Where are you?

(Eerie, distorted voices,
wood crackling)

(Wood creaking)

Crane?

(Creaking, cracking)

(Crackling)

(Gasps)

(Panting)

(Continues panting)

(Wood creaking)

(Echoes):
It's time.

Hey.

Ex-Excuse me...

(Creaking)

That was good, Mills.

Talk to the ghost.

MACEY:
Excuse me.

Coming through.

Excuse me.

Thank you.

Not gonna say hello?

I mean...

you're dating my dad...
there's no point

being a coward about it.

- We have to meet at some point.
- I'm not dating your dad.

I don't even
really like your dad.

Sometimes me, either.

Macey.

Jenny.

You're so not a cop.

(Laughs):
Definitely not.

My sister is.

Must be cool.

Having a sister to look out
for you like that.

Uh, yeah. Can be.

She's a bit of a hard-ass.

(Laughs softly)
Try growing up with my dad.

Honestly, I can't even imagine.

Well, you know, it's better now.

He works here.
I live in the city.

The man's always busy, so,

you know,
I don't really have to deal

with his BS much of the time.

Just me and my mom.

I'm cool with that.

I never had much of a mom or dad.

Don't know what it's
supposed to be like, but...

maybe give him a chance.

He's not a completely
terrible person.

Just some friendly advice.

IRVING: I know it's not the most
romantic spot, but... (sighs)

it's private.

I'll make this brief.
I know, um, I know you're busy.

Just so you know, there is
nothing going on between...

Whatever you do on your own time
is-is none of my business.

But how you behave as a parent is.

One weekend... That's all
Macey's seen from you

since you transferred here.

One weekend.

All she knows is-is
"something came up."

I call every day, Cynthia...

You know what?

It's not working.

When you were assigned here...

it was supposed to be
better for everyone.

Smaller town, easier...

workload, a place where Macey
can get out of the city.

Your words.

I'll make it up to her.

(Sighs)

All I see is a small-town precinct...

a tenth of the size of your old one.

What could possibly be such
a challenge in Sleepy Hollow?

Cynthia...

I know it doesn't make sense,

but the work I'm doing here
is important.

Okay. Well, then why can't you
have someone else handle it?

(Chuckles):
I can't.

- It has to be me.
- Do you hear yourself?

Is this the kind of father
you want to be?

I'm trying, Cynthia.

I want to make things right
with Macey.

That's why I moved here.

What happened, happened.

And we're dealing with it,

she's dealing with it,
and she's doing well.

But it won't last...

if you hide from your responsibilities
as a father.

(Groans)

She needs stability...

not any more disappointment.

There's no other way to say this.

I had some... papers drawn up...

demanding full custody.

If you cancel one more weekend...
I will file.

For her sake.

You would do that to me?

This is not me.

This is you, Frank.

ABBIE:
Crane? Lena?

(Distorted screeches in distance)

(Wood creaking)

It's coming.

Hurry.

(Distorted screams in distance)

(Gasps) The pain is rising.
She's close now.

The child is coming.

(Woman grunts, pants)

- Please, are we safe?
- You and your child are safe.

All you need to do is bring
this life into our world.

I can't do it.

(Woman shrieks in pain)

Look at me, Mrs. Crane.

MRS. CRANE:
I can't do this,

- not without Ichabod.
- You have to.

For your sake and the child's, hmm?

Now, breathe.

(Pained grunt)

(Gasping)

That's it! That's it.

You're doing beautifully.

Now push. That's it.

- (Grunting)
- Push!

(Loud grunting)

- Push!
- (Shrieking)

Good. That's it. A blanket.

The baby's coming. Now...

(Crows cawing)
(Katrina shrieking)

Strength, now.

Push!

- (Shrieking)
- Good. That's it.

(Baby crying)

(Gasping, groaning)

Ah...

(Baby cries briefly)

(Baby fusses quietly)
Oh...

Mrs. Crane...
(Laughs)

it's a boy.

I have a son.

(Cries briefly)

(Laughs):
I have a son.

(Baby fusses, cries)
Shh, shh.

(Stops crying)
(Laughs): I have a son.

Shh...

(Baby burbles)

(Laughs)

(Deep creaking, rumbling)

Lieutenant, shh, shh, shh.

This way.

What happened to you?

- Where is Lena?
- The creature took her.

Dragged her away like a toy.

I couldn't stop him.

Obviously, the creature
is more than simply an agent

- of destruction.
- Crane, I need to tell you something.

- He infested this place for a reason.
- Crane...

Crane...

This was an attack,
aimed at Lachlan,

who I'm not certain
is in league with Katrina,

- perhaps even a part of her coven...
- It was Katrina.

I saw Katrina giving birth.

What did you say?

Downstairs.

I had a vision.

I saw what happened here.

Katrina came back here

because she was
going to have a baby.

No.

(Gasps)

No, I'm sorry,
you must be mistaken.

She would have told me.

Or she needed to keep it secret.

If Lachlan was really part
of Katrina's coven,

it would have made sense for her
to come here and give birth.

(Crow cawing)
(Katrina gasping in pain)

Come on.
Hurry, get her inside.

She would have figured the
protective hex he placed

on the property...
would keep her

and your baby safe.

(Sighs)

What was it?

The baby.

(Baby cries briefly)

(Gasping)

It was a son.

You had a son.

Crane, there's more.

Something happened during the birth.

What happened?

Ichabod would be...
overjoyed, Katrina.

(Crows cawing, banging on window)

(Glass breaking, banging)

(Cawing continues, baby crying)

Lachlan, what's going on?

They've broken
through the protections.

ABBIE:
Something came after the baby,

beating the hex
by growing inside the property.

That creature,
the evil in this house,

attacked the moment your child
was brought into this world.

Lachlan did everything
he could to protect them.

Lachlan knew this creature
had to be sent by Moloch.

Take them now.
Use my personal carriage. Go.

(Crows cawing)

(Wood creaking)

(Gagging)

(Baby crying)

Abbie...

What happened to my son?

Please.

I need to know.

I don't know.

That's all I saw.

Then he could have survived.

They both could have escaped
the creature.

Crane...
(Woman screaming)

(Wood creaking)

Miss Gilbert, are you hurt?

(Shuddering breaths):
No...

No...

Miss Gilbert!

(Screaming)

- Miss Gilbert!
- Can't get a clean shot!

Go! Go! Run!

(Creature bellowing)

Where did she go?

I don't know.

Lieutenant... the roots!

(Creature screeching)

He's felt it!

(Creature screaming)

(Blade slashes, Crane yells)

How do we escape?

This way.

(Baby crying, door opening)

CRANE: Lieutenant!
(Abbie gasps)

This way! I found a way out.

(Hinges creaking)

What are you doing?

Stay with Miss Gilbert.

My business here isn't finished.

- Crane...
- That thing came after my son!

Listen to me... We're gonna
make this thing right.

- You just have to stay with me!
- Keep her safe.

- Crane!
- Heed my words.

Do not follow me.

(Roots crackling, rustling)

(Growling)

(Growling)

(Grunting)

(Growling)

I know who you serve.

I know why you came here.

(Crane yells)

Did you think you could attack
those I love without consequence?!

Huh? That you could come
for my wife?

(Eerie screeching)

My child?!

(Bellowing, growling)

(Crane grunts, creature growls)

(Snarling)

Give Moloch my regards.
(Creature growls)

(Cawing)

(Cawing)

My God.

I should like to go home now.

(Crow caws)

(Engine starts)

(Crows cawing)

Hey.

There you are.

So, I'm thinking...

Jenny's burnt turkey
and gluten-free pumpkin pie

might be just what you need
to lift your spirits.

Okay, it's not the greatest
sales pitch.

There will be rum.

It's your favorite.

Barbadian Best Amber.

I believe I would not have survived
Valley Forge without it.

I'm much obliged, Miss Mills.

But in my present state, I fear
I would not be pleasant company.

Look...

Thanksgiving isn't easy
for everyone.

When I was a kid, I remember...

walking on the street,
passing houses on my block,

looking in windows,

seeing people, families,

sitting around tables, laughing,

carving turkeys.

I was just so envious.

I wanted that more than anything.

I had it... in England.

During my father's holidays
from teaching at Oxford,

I would sit by the hearth,

and he'd regale me
with glorious tales

of ancient Greece.

And I really believed I'd follow
his footsteps...

I'd be a professor in my own right,

yet upheld by his pride for me.

And that one day,
I would have a son,

and I'd share that same comfort
that I felt so freely.

I'm guessing that's what
the point of this is?

The time for reflection.

You see what you have now,

and you embrace
what's in front of you.

Oh, I nearly forgot.

This arrived
for you this afternoon.

More treasures from
the Amazon, perhaps.

It's from Lena Gilbert.

(Clearing her throat)

The records from Fredericks Manor
throughout the years.

Documentation on Mrs. Grace Dixon...

the manor's house matron.

A list of her progeny.

Family tree.

Lori Roberts.

My mother.

You're a descendant
of Grace Dixon.

My ancestor brought your son
into this world.

Quite heroically.

I see the family resemblance.

It seems that you and I...

our paths were intertwined
from the very start.

It definitely would seem.

We have a drink.

It's a day of giving thanks.

To family.

To finding family.

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