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Previously on Sleepy Hollow...

HIDDEN ONE: By sundown tomorrow,

I will be the one true God.

You love these humans

so much, then you

shall die among them.

I need the rest of the Box.

It is the only thing

that will stop him.

CRANE:
But...

the Box can only be regenerated

in the Catacombs.

You fight monsters,

then you save the world.

CRANE:
Betsy always said that the flag
was her greatest achievement.

Somehow, it allowed them

to enter the Catacombs.

Are you ready to go back,
Lieutenant?

Let's go.

Not too terrible.

Really, Crane?

You know I quit coffee.

You were forced
to abandon

the pleasures
of the caffeinated bean

during your stay
in the Catacombs,

but you and I both know...

your strong desire...

for the
cappuccino con doppio caffé.

We cannot hide
who we truly are, Lieutenant,

and if you and I are to

yet again face

the possibility
of the end of the world...

we should embrace

the fruits of life
with a full heart.

How true.

What's this?

(sniffing)

Bacon?

With...

maple and a hint of Meyer lemon.

(sniffing)

Bourbon?
Mm-hmm.

New gourmet donut shop
opened up downtown.

I wanted to surprise you.

(moans)

(laughs)

Manna from heaven.

Yeah, seeing as how we are
going back to the Catacombs--

and it's the closest thing
I can think of...

...to Hell--

you bet your ass
I'm gonna drink this.

Oh.

That's good.

You got a little something...

Oh.

(laughs)

Lieutenant...

Oh.

Yes.

I'm scared out of my mind

of seeing
that place again,

and no, I'm not letting
you go without me.

Whatever you do, I do.

That's the deal.

Truth bomb if ever I heard one.

(laughs)

Okay.

Oh, I do that very well,
don't I?

(laughing)

JENNY: I'm sorry,
but this does not work for me.

JOE:
Me neither.

We've been down
this road before.

She's gonna work
really hard to gain

our confidence,
and then screw us over again

for her
megalomaniac boyfriend.

The Hidden One
is my husband.

Or was.
Since he cast me out,

I am now nothing more

than one of billions
he will slaughter

once he achieves omnipotence.

CRANE:
Which is why we must

allow bygones
to be precisely that.

No, you know what, Crane,
I'm with "J" on this one.

You spent months killing
and terrorizing people,

so, no, I'm definitely
not over it.

It matters very little
if you trust me or not.

My only wish is

to save this world
from annihilation.

(door opens)

REYNOLDS:
Is now a good time

to join the team?

Join up

just like that?
I guess I could pretend

like I never saw what I saw.

Oh, God.

Go back to my normal life,

but I'm guessing
that isn't an option.

I'm just here to help.

This is not something
that you just rush into.

If the world is hanging
in the balance,

I need to do everything
I can to help.

In for a penny, right?

It's an expression.
(laughs) I know, yes.

If anything happened to you,

I wouldn't be able
to forgive myself.

This is where I want to be.

Here for you.

After all this is over,
you and I

are going back to that house
on Virginia Beach.

Make up
for some lost time.

I'm gonna hold you to that.

Welcome aboard.

Eight hours,
that's all we have left

until the sands run out
of the Hourglass.

When it does, the Hidden One
will become omnipotent.

When-when you
say omnipotent...

He will possess the total power
of the pantheon of Ancient Gods.

Enough to destroy

every living thing
in this world.

CRANE:
Our plan involves

a two-pronged strategy--

the lieutenant and I

will journey to
the Delaware River

where we should use

Betsy Ross's flag

to guide us to the Catacombs.

Once there,
we will restore Pandora's box

and use it to drain
the Hidden One of his power.

ABBIE:
Meanwhile, the rest of you

will do your damndest
to delay him.

Slow him down
by any means necessary.

I know this is my first rodeo,

but we seem very short

on actual intel on
this Hidden One, and why

the both of you need to
go back to the Catacombs.

It can only be restored
if both of the Witnesses

are present
in the Temple of the Gods.

If only one of them goes,

the mission will fail.

JENNY:
As in, you're not going?

It's your Box!

Pandora has provided us

with detailed instructions

how to access the antechamber
within the temple.

While she stays conveniently
out of harm's way.

None of you stand a chance

facing my husband without me.

I am the only one
who knows

what he is capable of.

Time is as much our enemy
as the Hidden One himself.

So, I wish us all Godspeed.

CRANE:
Oh, Betsy, that's beautiful.

These five-pointed stars...

...they practically shimmer.

(chuckles) An illusion,

created with
a little gold thread.

I daresay if all
goes well today,

this may very well be
how I'm remembered.

(horn honking)

(tires squealing)

You okay?
Apologies.

I can drive.

No, no, no,
no, apologies.

(exhales)

My mind was elsewhere.

Let me guess, December 1776.

Crane, Washington cut you
out of a mission

that could have changed
the tide of the war.

You were his protégé,
his bravest officer,

and instead of taking you,
he took

Betsy Ross and Paul Revere.

That would haunt me, too.

'Tis not simply the vote
of no confidence

from my commanding officer,
Lieutenant.

When Betsy returned
from the Catacombs...

...she was changed.

The Catacombs changed me.

Yes, of course, but...

this was different.

See, Betsy and I, we...

we were very close.

We were as close
as two compatriots can be.

Until she came back
from her mission.

And we never spoke again.

Just one letter...

terminating our friendship.

A tactical assault
is off the table?

He's a god.

Trying to take him
down with brute force

is suicide.

We need to focus
on the Hourglass.

This is where you offer
that help we so badly need.

In order to maximize

the energies
of the Hourglass,

he will take it here.

Bear Mountain?

PANDORA:
It sits upon a focal point

of ancient energy.

Energy he will use to amplify

the forces held
within the Hourglass

to an even greater effect.

His vantage point
on the mountain

will make his final victory
all the sweeter.

When the sands run out,
the power within will flow

with the greatest purity.

That's good, Bear Mountain.
We have a target.

According
to Washington's journal,

Bear Mountain

is surrounded by a large amount
of intersecting ley lines.

Say what?

SOPHIE: Geomagnetic markers
in the earth,

supposed to conduct
mystical power.

Okay, is there a way
that can help us?

PANDORA: The ancient power
of the ley lines

can be channeled.

Focused...

for a specific purpose.

I say we fight fire with fire.

Lieutenant,

would you do the honors?

If this doesn't work,

you do realize that
we're just two people on a boat,

singing the anthem.

(sighs)

♪ Oh, say can you see,
by the dawn's ♪

♪ Early light

♪ What so proudly we hailed

♪ At the twilight's last

♪ Gleaming

♪ Whose broad stripes
and bright stars ♪

(magical chiming)

♪ Through the
perilous fight... ♪

Lieutenant,

we are no longer
on the Delaware.

This is the River Styx.

Gateway to the Underworld.

♪

ABBIE:
You ever think of how many times

you and I have technically died?

You were buried underground
for centuries,

choked out by a Sin Eater.

Buried again by a tree.

Trapped in purgatory,

your jaunt to 1781,

abandoned
in Ancient Catacombs...

You have endured much,
Lieutenant.

I can endure anything.

It's the losses

that wear me down.

My mom and Corbin.

My wife.

My son.

I prefer to focus
on what we have,

and I have a partner

of the highest caliber.

Better than Betsy Ross?

Well, she was
occasionally rather pushy.

Prone to talking
with a mouth full of food.

George Washington?

Well, now there was
a great man...

but a great man

with legendary halitosis.

(laughs)

I really beat those guys?

Oh...

handily.

You...

never waiver in your faith.

In what we do. In me.

And you know how rare that is,
don't you?

When it concerns you and me,
Lieutenant,

there is no greater certainty.

Port bow.

God's wounds...

Washington's crew.

Frozen in death's rigor
for over 200 years.

Here.

The web of ley lines we seek
begins at this spot.

You heard the lady.

All right, how many
of these do we need?

They must surround the peak
in a precise formation.

Only then will they trigger

disturbance
of a decent magnitude.

So, we're planting spikes
across the whole mountain?

Yes, with haste.

Time grows short.

Is she always like that?

Trust me, man,
this is her being nice.

These men aren't
regular Colonial troops.

CRANE: Washington
hand-picked his team

for the Delaware mission.

These are members
of Knowlton's Rangers,

the best militia fighters
of their time.

Got musket ball strikes
on the bodies,

and behind the trees.

Shrapnel from an explosive
charge on their boat.

What the hell
happened here, Crane?

Crane?

I recognize
this handwriting.

This was written by Betsy Ross.

"Our last hope to win the war
has been lost.

"Soon after we set off,
Captain Revere was ordered

to return down river."

With Washington on this mission,

Revere would have been needed
to lead the attack on Trenton.

"And as for General Washington
and our band of brothers,

"our hopes of
reaching the Catacombs

have been violently dashed."

"Despite best efforts

"to safeguard
the mission's security,

"there appears to have been

an insurgent onboard."
(gunshot)

(screaming)

Die, traitors!

For King and Country,

you bastards!

Take him!

ABBIE:
"A saboteur."

Gunpowder! Over the side!

ABBIE: "This slaughtered
the entire regiment."

Yet somehow Washington
and Betsy survived.

They made it
to the Catacombs,

retrieved
the Eye of Providence,

and return to 1776

just in time to take Trenton.

Except you said she was
different when she came back.

Said good-bye
to you in a letter.

'Twas as if she were a
different person altogether.

My, God...

what if that is

exactly the case?

You think the woman
that went on the mission,

settled in Philadelphia,
and had all those kids...

was not the real
Elizabeth Phoebe Ross.

We don't know that
for sure, Crane.

Washington made it back.

I'm willing to bet
that Betsy did, too.

Yep.
Yes, yes.

You and I both know,

Lieutenant...

victory often comes
at a terrible loss.

Reynolds,
we're done in our sector.

Got less than
an hour by my clock.

15 minutes max,
and we'll be set.

(birds screeching)

He knows that we're here.

Everyone, take cover now!

(thunder rumbling)

Oh, my God.
Go, go.

♪

(thunder rumbling)

Nothing to tell us
where or how

to enter the Catacombs.

No communiques, no maps,

not even a compass among them.

We've lost our way,
just as they did.

We came here to do a job, Crane,

so keep searching.

(sighs)

Dead men really tell no tales.

You.

(grunts)

(growling)

Zombies again?

(growling)

(panting)

What the hell is that?

This is a dark magic charm,

giving its wearer the curse

of eternal life.
Oh.

This is surely a tactic

of General Howe's.

He persuaded
one of his spies

to sacrifice his very humanity

in order to sabotage Washington.

Too bad good ol' George
didn't see it coming.

(breathing heavily)

Or perhaps he did.

Clever.

This letter's encoded.

Now if Washington
suspected sabotage,

or that the British
were sending

reinforcements
to follow him upriver,

this will truly tell of it.

Um...

er,

you don't happen to have...

obliged.

Let's see what

you've got for us, Betsy.

(grunting)

Are you okay?

Yeah, damn,
that was intense.

REYNOLDS: Mills!

Everyone accounted for?

JOE: Yeah, thanks
for the heads up.

So, the Hidden One
took this round.

I say we take the next.

We got to finish
this thing.

We got a problem.

PANDORA:
My compass, it's broken.

I cannot locate
the ley lines without it.

Then we need to find another way
to pinpoint them.

Jen,
Crane's Christmas gift.

Crane gave me one
of George Washington's
original maps

of the Hudson Valley. It depicts
all of of the ley lines

around Sleepy Hollow,
but it's back at my trailer.

The sands will have run
through the Hourglass

by the time you return.

I'll go. I can text you
all exact coordinates.

It'll be just like
calling in an air strike.

Trust me,
I got this.
Okay, go.

All right,
watch your back, babe.

That was a hell of a show
your husband put on back there.

Thing is, I don't like
being blind-sided.

Mills, you're on recon.

I don't care if his real name
is the Hidden One,

I want eyes on him.

Wish me luck.

All right,
the rest of you are with me.

All right. Copy that.

Seems to be some kind of portal

or gateway to
the Catacombs themselves.

I'm really going back there.

Only this time
you're not alone,

and we have a way out.

Shall we?

♪

I have eyes on him.

Yeah, just make sure
he doesn't have eyes on you.

Guys, I have a shot.

Negative.

Recon only.

Come on, Reynolds.

We may not get
another chance at this.

I said negative.

Stick to the plan.

Say again? You're breaking up.

(phone beeps)

Got them.

Tell Joe good job.

Get back here ASAP.

(phone chimes)

Hey.

Mr. Mills, what brings you here?
Yeah, well,

I was close by, thought I'd
stop in and say hello.

Oh.

Is it a bad time?

(grunting)

It almost impresses me.

The insatiable

mortal desire to fight what you

cannot possibly conquer.

I don't know what
I hate about you most:

the way you talk,

or the way
you treat women.

Let me help you choose.

I know well

the value mortals place on love.

Let me take yours...

and turn it into pain.

EZRA:
So, you two are busy, then?

Uh, yeah, kind of, actually.

The thing is
Jen's stuck up at the top

of Bear Mountain
right now...

so...

(groans)

You all right, son?

No.

No, no, no, no, no.

Hey.

(gasping)

You need to run.

(grunts)

(in spectral voice): Run!

(bellowing)

HIDDEN ONE:
The man you love...

(grunts)

is now, and shall be
forever more...

(bellowing)

...a beast.

(bellowing continues)

It seems like you're having
a really bad day, son.

SOPHIE: I can't get ahold
of either of them.

Something's wrong, man,
he could have Joe or Jenny.

If we're gonna move on this guy,
we got to do it now.

Just roll up on his ass,
guns blazing?

This is about buying time,
not endangering more lives.

We panic now,
we're playing into his hands.

He's right.

No one...

no place is safe until
my husband has been dealt with.

Finish your task.

As soon as the last

spike is planted,

the energy in the ley lines
will be summoned,

and the disturbance
will then occur.

And where are you going?

We need more time.

I will try and give us
as much as I can.

No, no, you've helped enough.

We can protect you from him.

No one can be protected
from a god,

especially not an angry one.

(screaming)

(Wendigo bellowing)

God Almighty.

(gunshots)

Joe? Joe, Joe!

It's me, it's me.

Okay, let's slow
this down, okay?

Just like we did last time.
Jennifer.

Stay back, Dad. Joe.

We're gonna have
a quiet conversation,

just you and me.

(bellowing)

EZRA: I don't know what
you're trying to do,

but it's not working.

We need to go!

Damn it, Joe.

That's not gonna work!
It's a tracking bullet.

We need to keep tabs on him
until we have a plan.
Go!

(bellowing)

I can't see a damn thing
on my right side.

That's handy.

Okay, coordinates
put the location

about 200 yards that way.

Considering the baggage
Abbie brought to the party,

I'd say you're handling
this pretty well.

It tore her up inside

keeping you in the dark,
you know.

Tore me up, too.

Yeah, I bet.

Truth is, you and Abbie

weren't the only one
to keep secrets.

I was tasked

to keep an eye on Abbie,

reporting her
movements, moods,

any details.

All covert, off the books.

Reporting to whom?

High level people.

Assistant Director Jack Walters

was my primary contact,

but I have to assume
others are involved.

So, they used you
to spy on Abbie?

I let them.

Look, I don't even know

how much Walters knows,

but he did refer
to Abbie as an asset.

And now you think the fact
that she's a Witness

has something to do with it.

I messed up.

I can't change that,

but I can do my best
to protect her.

The least I can do
is help save the world.

It's very different in person.

Sadder.

Stranger, if that's possible.

Your bishop, I presume.

A rook,

but you did
always say that

it looked like a bishop,
and it was just me

trying to get
an advantage over you.

I still don't know

how to deal with the fact
that those conversations--

arguments, debates,
thousands of them--

weren't real.

It was just me

talking to myself,
trying to keep

from falling off the edge.

No, actually, in a way,
they were real.

I had many a rousing chat

with you
whilst we were apart.

They meant we could
watch over one another.

And now after all this time...

...both of us wind up here,

of all places.

Using my prison...

to save the world.

I beat this, didn't I?

Yes, you did.

Ah, and this...

must be your knight.

Queen.

Queen?

Pure chicanery.

Okay, Bobby Fischer,
let's go fix Pandora's box.

I've been
in this section before.

I thought it was just...
ancient wallpaper.

According
to Pandora's instructions,

'tis much more than that.

Here.

Bird.

Huntress.

Hourglass.

Sun.

This must lead
to an inner chamber.

(low rumbling)

Crane.

Betsy.

CRANE:
No breath, no pulse.

I'm sorry, Crane.

Yes, well,

this must have been where

the Eye of Providence was kept.

Magical properties
would have kept her...

...remains intact.

I had the whole temple
and the Catacombs to wander.

She was trapped
in this room for centuries.

She deserved
a better end than this.

(sighs)

At least now I know the truth.

Look, Dad,
I'm not sure what

it is you wanted to show me,
but I have to explain

what you just saw.

Your boyfriend is a Wendigo.

The supernatural?

Monsters?

I know all about them.

For how long?

Since before you and Abigail
were born.

What?!
I-I'm sorry
I couldn't tell you,

but I had my reasons.

Half skull, obsidian blade.

Just add some of his blood
and say the words.

You know
the Shawnee incantation?

Yes, of course
I do, but...

Good girl.

Okay, just in case...

we'll bring this.

It's a prototype
ballistics weapon.

It'll pretty much
take down any species,

but it packs a punch,

so last resort only,
do you hear me?

How much do you know?

About me and Abbie?

About...

about Crane?

You knew Corbin and Nevins.

I was the one
who took that picture.

What... Dad...

Jennifer,

I know you have
a million questions,

and I promise I will
answer every one,

but right now we need
to save Joe.

I owe August Corbin that much.

We should give her a ceremony.

Just a few words.

Let her soul be at peace.

I don't think that's gonna work.

Please, Lieutenant,
we must honor her sacrifice.

No, Crane, I mean it's not gonna
work because she isn't dead.

(gasping)

(gasping)

Betsy?

Ichabod...

is that you?

You look well, my love.

Do not...

pretend that you love me.

You never did.

The truth was in front
of your eyes from the moment

you first took pity on me.

The other gods
kept me imprisoned

for very good reasons.

Reasons that had nothing

to do with benevolence,

or mercy

or love.

All I've ever loved

was power.

When the last grain
passes through,

I will take your life.

Slowly.

Okay, that was
the last one.

Why isn't anything
happening?

I don't know.

She said it would
just start up.

♪

You would dare?!

You found my letter...

on the river.

Quite...

the mess.

Washington and I

were lucky to escape it.

Ichabod, you are a sight
for sore eyes.

Although you look...

different, your...

hair is...
Yes, it's shorter.

Cleaner.

Right, Betsy,

last I saw,
you and General Washington

were crossing to Trenton.

Oh, my apologies.

Allow me to introduce
Miss Abigail Mills.

This is...

Miss Elizabeth Ross.

Tracker puts him
half a mile out.

He's headed this way.

Why do you owe it
to August Corbin?

That was the deal.

It killed me
to leave but...

it was for your own protection.

What does that mean?

(tracker beeps)

He's coming.
Okay.

(Wendigo bellowing)

(whispering):
I'm sorry about this, babe.

(screeches)

(growling)

EZRA: Hey!
Hairy guy!

Come here.

Wait, Dad, don't!

Joe, don't, no!

(bellowing)

Joe.

Joe.

Hey.

(whispering):
Joe.

It's okay... it's okay.

I didn't know.

Hey.

I love you.

(crying):
I love you.

Joe.

You had to, it's okay.

You had to.

(Joe groans)

(sobbing)

No.

(crying):
No, Joe, Joe.

Joe, no!

No. (sobbing continues)

What did I do?

What did I do?

(low rumbling)

(grunts)

Enough!

It is time.

(low rumbling)

(panting)

Husband?

(echoing):
The man...

you call husband
no longer exists.

All that remains...

is his final wish.

That this world shall burn!

Betsy,

how are you still alive?

Bad luck, mainly.

Honestly,
after so many trials,

you would think we were
due some decent fortune.

We were close to our goal--

retrieving the Eye of
Providence from this temple.

General Washington

had spent months
decoding ancient texts,

preparing for this

very moment.

Our perseverance paid off...

...until I became greedy,
curious

for more marvels held
within this chamber.

(low rumbling)

Betsy!

General!

Whatever sequence
the general used

to open this chamber
no longer worked.

It won't open!

BETSY: I was trapped.

I'll come back
for you.

BETSY: I could faintly hear
his entreaties

through the wall...

I'll find a way.

...but I knew full well

there was no time
for any rescue.

Priorities would force him
to finish the mission.

I tried every
single thing I could

to escape...

but I had not the knowledge
of ancient glyphs

as you do, Ichabod.

Days?

Months?

Somehow, the energies

within the chamber
itself kept me alive.

My hopes for a rescue
began to abandon me.

Ultimately,

I had no choice
but to accept my fate.

You can fill in the blanks
on the journey home.

Tell me, both of you,

how fares the War?

Did we rout the blighters
at Trenton?

Betsy.

You do know how long
you've been down here?

Months.

We must be well into
the New Year by now.

Which New Year?

1777.

You've just watched
Sleepy Hollow.

Now here are a few more shows
to check out from Fox.

Welcome to the toughest
challenge of your life.

Four decorated heroes--

(trigger cocks,
gunshot)

will train 16 civilians--

-(horn blows)
-Whoo!

just like they were military.

Let's go!
Get down here now!

-John Cena hosts
a team competition--
-ALL: Booyah!

where you're only as strong
as your weakest link.

We would have been better off
without you there.

-You give up--
-I'm-a stop this now.

You will be pushed!

-you go home.
-WOMAN: No, no, no!

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