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(thunder crashing)

Lieutenant?

Abbie?

(thunder crashing,

rain falling heavily)

Lieutenant?!

Lieutenant?

Reveal yourself!

Oh!

(ringing echoes)

Who are you?

(gasping, panting)

(ringing echoes)

Miss Jenny.

Miss Jenny.

You may desist.

Wow.

That was deep.

How long was I under?

Well, it's

tomorrow now, so...

Good Lord.

Uh, my apologies.

Mysticism is...

not an exact science.

So, did the Singing Bowl rite

reveal anything of interest?

Uh, it, was... a little more

puzzling than definitive.

Right, well, like you said,

it's not an exact science.

The Singing Bowl was

the closest thing

I could find to a new

Witness detector.

It's been used for

centuries by the followers

of the Dalai Lama

to track down

the inheritor of his

role and responsibilities.

And as the "Mantle of Witness"

has been passed

from Abbie to...

to another.

A girl.

I saw a girl.

Uh, she was--

Uh, she was no more than

ten or 11 years, and she'd...

I'd not seen her before.

But there was something

familiar.

I need air.

Should we try again?

No.

I think...

we should allow ourselves

some time

to recapitulate.

Miss Jenny,

it should not

go unsaid--

I do appreciate you

relocating for me.

Abbie was your partner,

but she was my sister.

Whoever this new Witness is,

they're gonna benefit

from what I know

about the experience.

And a change of scenery

would be good for me, so...

Hmm, and it is scenery

worthy of

Nebuchadnezzar himself.

Yeah, my friend Larry owns

it, so it was dirt cheap.

Plus, the sound

of heavy machinery

puts me to sleep

like nothing else.

Well, it is very...

you.

(quiet laugh)

This girl you saw;

visions are often

more figurative

than they

are literal.

I've got a book

on interpretations

of Bhakti trances.

I'll give it

a look and see

if there's anything

we missed.

And our newly discovered Vault

should hold some

valuable answers as well.

Can you just walk in there?

It's not exactly

a public library.

Well, Washington intended for me

to use its content.

And I intend

to honor his wishes.

Then good hunting.

♪ ♪

DONALDSON:

You can't brush this off.

And you can't keep

hounding me, Donaldson.

You broke ground

in my district

without going

through proper channels.

Oh, is that what

this is all about?

Aw, you feel

disrespected.

A situation you would

do well to remedy.

Do you know how many green

energy subcommittees I sit on?

I'm-I'm a little confused.

So you really,

really think I care?

You better start!

You've been digging,

Dreyfuss.

So have I.

You talk a good game

on environmental issues,

but your construction

crews are still...

tearing up farms,

forests,

protected wetlands.

You're up to something,

and it's not

saving the planet.

Well, how about this?

How about you

run along back to

that district of yours

and start crowing

about all the jobs

that our partnership

is gonna create,

and then, how about

you get down on your knees

and pray that what my people

dig up out of the ground

is not...

your body.

MAN:

Mr. Dreyfuss,

you're late for your

morning meeting.

Now, if you'll

excuse me, sir,

I have a meeting to get to

that actually matters.

(ticking)

The Dagger of Z'urn D'oragh

is easily the most

sought-after accursed blade

in the whole history

of witchcraft.

My treasure in

exchange for yours.

Legend has it that

the edge of this blade

brings death

to all it cuts.

A deal like this only

comes along once in a century.

And you ladies,

of all people,

you know I'm not blowing

the proverbial smoke, right?

We will not hand over

the Witch Stone.

Sisters...

perhaps we should

return to the world.

We've been away

for so very long.

MARG:

We can't.

Protecting the Witch Stone

is our sacred duty.

DREYFUSS:

Uh, excuse me.

I'm (chuckles) so

sorry to interrupt,

but W-Witch Stone?

Is that...?

That's really what you call it?

'Cause, I mean, y-you do know

that what you're guarding

actually has nothing whatsoever

to do with witches, don't you?

Leave now, mortal, or die.

What do you mean

nothing to do with us?

Well, uh, let me

put it this way.

Your predilection

is for detecting liars, right?

Yeah?

Am I lying?

He speaks the truth!

For nearly 300 years,

you have lied to us!

MOLL:

It was for your own good.

You betrayed us.

Our kind was being hunted.

The human commander

made me an offer

I knew you would

never agree to.

With wicked

tongue...

(distorted):

the serpent lied

and took their liberty.

Through poison words,

the world knew sin. Our

hand will set you free.

(grunting)

(hissing)

(whistling)

Yes, sir, I'm, uh...

I'm out the door now.

(exhales)

The concept of pancakes

was not a bad one.

It is the actual making of them

that I find challenging.

So, back to our staple,

cold cereal.

Yay.

On the plus side,

since you aren't talking,

you can't complain.

(keys jangling)

Hey. Hey, sorry.

Came as quick as I could.

Thank you. She hasn't

eaten breakfast.

Yeah. Okay.

She has finished

her homework, right?

Just make sure she's packed

some gym clothes.

Okay.

Nanny Clara's

gonna drive you in.

I'll pick you up

from after school.

All right.

(sighs)

I don't know how we'd get

through any of this without you.

I'm sure it's just a phase.

That's what

the pediatrician said.

I just hope it's one of the ones

on the shorter side.

Yeah.

Molly?

I love you.

Have a good day.

Yeah.

(door creaks open)

(door shuts)

Rockin'

yesterday's clothes?

Could this be finally evidence

of a walk of shame?

Mm-mm. A walk

of triumph.

Mm-hmm. I was up

all night trying

to map the rest

of these tunnels.

These passageways led

to the crypt

of Demon

John Wilkes Booth.

Demon Booth.

I mean,

can you believe

we have been sitting

just ten feet away

from a labyrinth of secrets,

just waiting to be discovered.

Or waiting to kill us.

Mm.

(tunnel entrance opening)

Very funny.

Yeah, I don't do funny.

(gears clanking)

Oh. Oh.

(clanking continues)

(zapping)

Ready or not.

(creaking)

(exhales)

Good morning.

Apologies for the intrusion.

Apparently, I lack the

necessary clearance badge

to access your department

through more civilized means.

Uh, not a problem,

at all.

You are more than welcome

anytime, okay?

Uh, got a badge

we can give him, right?

ALEX:

Uh...

due to a general

lack of visitors,

we usually use them to prop up

a table in the kitchen.

Uh, how can the Vault be

of service, hmm?

Books.

I require any books

you possess

on dreams and prophecy,

for I must unravel a mystery

presented to me

in a vision conjured by

a mystical Tibetan Singing Bowl.

Be right back.

Do not move!

Everything we've got

on prophetic visions and dreams.

Yeah.

Anything else you need?

Not presently.

You know, it might pay

to familiarize yourself with the

Secret Histories over there.

Mm-hmm.

Supernatural threats lurk

in every corner,

and those volumes could provide

clues as to how to defeat them.

Well, problem is

they're encrypted.

Ah.

Mm-hmm.

Fortunately,

I had time

to write out the cipher

for that code on my Uber ride.

Done and done.

A little scuffed but

none the worse for wear.

You possess an indefatigable

kindness, Miss Alex.

Just "Alex," no "Miss."

And, um, did you really

have a prophetic dream,

as in seeing the future?

Perhaps.

I seek to discover a legacy.

All that remains of an important

piece of my past.

Cool.

I'm gonna be in the other

room checking my Tinder.

(phone ringing)

Agent Thomas.

How may I be of assistance?

DIANA:

This area is going to be

swarming with techs and

three kinds of local

law enforcement in 15 minutes,

and I have no earthly

explanation for why I've

called you to the scene.

The fact that this body has an

unearthly element is precisely

why you called me.

Against my better judgment.

And yet here I am.

And now you have 14 minutes

before the techs arrive.

And counting.

Our victim--

stab wounds in the back,

tongue cut out.

Now, normally,

that would point to

Santeria and Wiccan rites.

And, normally, I would

send photos of her wounds

and tattoos, see what

we can get. But...

then there's this.

Whatever this is.

What you are seeing

is known as a "Glamour";

a method

of mystical camouflage

used since the persecutions

in Salem.

As in the Salem witch trials?

The very same.

It would appear

the practice of witchcraft

is alive and thriving

in our nation's capital.

♪ ♪

We need to wrap this up.

Is your dead witch dangerous?

She's not gonna wake

up in the morgue van

and start killing

people, is she?

Stranger things have happened.

But no.

I see no signs of necromancy.

Right, 'cause that's a word

people use.

As long as the weirdness

ends here, I'm fine with it.

I'm afraid the weirdness

has only just begun.

I know this woman.

I'm sorry, what?

As you are aware,

my expertise are not only

supernatural but historical,

particularly in regards

to Sleepy Hollow,

where I believe

this woman

visited.

A very long time ago.

In the latter half

of the Revolutionary War,

spies and traitors

were everywhere.

A British officer

named John Andre,

accused of spying, was

delivered to General Washington

while garrisoned

at Sleepy Hollow.

WASHINGTON:

Has he told us anything?

I'm afraid that would be

impossible, General.

Major Andre.

He arrived in

this condition.

Tongue cut from his mouth.

(grunting)

Though he could not speak,

papers in Andre's possession

led to the discovery

of Benedict Arnold's treachery.

Both men met with the ultimate

penalty for their crime.

According to the account

of one of Washington's aides,

the general paid thanks to

Andre's capture not to soldiers

or to bounty hunters

but to a trio of women,

the Dyer Sisters,

led by one Moll Dyer.

This brand belongs

to a particular coven.

They were employed to use

their magics to sniff out liars.

Our Jane Doe is one

of the Dyer Sisters?

I believe her to be Moll Dyer,

their leader.

Right, a leader of

a lie-detecting coven

weaponized by

George Washington.

Right.

Maybe that's why he

couldn't tell a lie.

Not to Martha, that's for sure.

The question is,

why, after all this time,

was Moll Dyer murdered?

And by whom?

Well, she was stabbed,

right? That's intimate.

The assailant was able

to walk right up to her.

The wounds being everywhere

except her face, uh,

that suggests a preexisting

history with the killer.

Or, judging by the depth

and placement of the wounds,

killers.

Moll Dyer was murdered by the

other two members of her coven.

And you have

your first lead.

Hey, don't pop

the champagne yet.

If this isn't

a one-time crime of passion,

they will kill again.

Charlie, it's me.

I need an APB

on female suspects

with a unique tattoo.

I'm sending it to you now.

♪ ♪

So much has changed in

these last 300 years, sister.

(indistinct chatter)

And it appears

that much has not.

Hello there, ladies.

Do we have any plans

for the evening?

Listen, my buddy and I here,

we have access to this exclusive

black-tie Beltway thingy.

Are you interested?

MAN 1:

Make up a name.

That way she can't

find you tomorrow.

MAN 2: Tell my wife I have

to stay late at work.

MAN 1: I wonder how many

drinks they've had.

They totally believe us...

Have to make sure she...

Sister, what do you think

of our suitors?

I think they stink of lies.

Lies they use

to hide their betrayals.

(both laughing)

(both choking)

These two have wives

and children at home.

Loved ones they betray

by spending their nights

with woman after woman.

I think it's time

we taught them the error

of their ways.

BOTH:

With wicked tongue,

the serpent

lied

and took their liberty.

(distorted): Through poison

words, the world knew sin.

Our hand will set you free.

(choking continues)

(glass shatters)

♪ ♪

This city truly is

a modern marvel.

Pretty special.

Iconic architecture

on every corner.

Oh, it's not simply

the buildings,

but the promise they hold.

It is the beating heart

of democracy.

A forum for public discourse

and the intricacies

of the rule of law.

Yards of beer.

Well, once the case is closed,

present your second

and name the place.

Why do you know so much

about witches anyway?

I was married to one.

Let me guess...

Everything was great,

until it wasn't.

Mm.

And young Miss Molly's father?

(groans)

Ah.

Raising

a daughter alone

cannot be easy.

It's a marathon,

not a sprint.

(chuckles softly)

This phase of hers,

the sudden silence, is there

a history of it in the family?

Not that I know of.

And she's such a

talker, too. She...

To anyone-- adults, kids

her own age, even strangers.

She always has

something to say.

Two weeks ago, she just stopped.

(phone beeps)

Huh. APB just got a hit on

a crime scene across town.

(lightning crashing)

♪ ♪

The girl from the vision

is Diana's daughter?

So it would seem.

She...

she may hold

some manner of message

that could aid us in our quest

to find the next Witness.

Crane,

I don't think

she holds anything.

I think she is the message.

I've been going over some

of the more complicated

translations.

It turns out the ritual

wasn't used to track down

the next Dalai Lama,

but rather

to reveal who would

next bear the mantle

of his responsibility.

Molly is the next Witness.

The Witness is a kid.

How is that even possible?

What are we supposed to do

with that?

That one so young

would be thrust

into so fraught a destiny.

DIANA:

Everything okay?

Uh, yes. Yes,

of course.

I was merely conversing

with Miss Jenny

with regards to, um...

Go sports, Crane.

Sports.

Knicks' new draft pick.

Nick. Nick has just been picked

for the new draft,

which is

superlative news.

I'm a great admirer

of-of his sporting.

Nice try, Crane.

I'll talk to you later.

Uh, yep. Bye-bye.

I, uh, never pegged you

for a sports fan.

Well, my tastes are

nothing if not eclectic.

So, was this the work

of our witches?

An eyewitness

said these two young,

attractive women

fled the scene.

Indeed, they would appear young

to the naked eye.

Glamour is a magic that

predates modern technology.

So that's why my phone and these

cameras can see through it?

Precisely.

This is

a classic escalation pattern.

And there you have it.

Witches

with a taste for lies

and a need to uncover betrayal

are loose in our capital city.

A hotbed of dishonesty

and backstabbing.

You know witches.

What's the play?

Uh... (stammers) we must

uncover their scent.

Theoretically, Glamour requires

time and energy to maintain.

No doubt, our Witches Gone

Wild will need to revivify.

I've never seen

gingerbread houses on Zillow,

so how do we find them?

All right, the only evidence

a Moll Dyer existed

is from

a local immigration record filed

by a ship's captain

named Thomas Taylor.

The only thing is

it wasn't just Moll's name.

Uh, there were two other names

under "Dyer."

A Marg and Malligo.

So three Dyer

sisters total.

The next step is to consult

the Secret Histories

on their precise relationship

with General Washington.

There may be a clue as to where

they lay their heads.

Already on it.

See, Washington paid the Dyers

for uncovering

John Andre's treachery

with a plot of land.

A pretty big one,

protected in perpetuity

by the Fed,

way out off of Route 50.

That's where

Moll Dyer's body

was found in

the first place.

There may have been something

we missed.

Capital work, Master Wells.

(beep)

Okay,

I just need to make

a quick pit stop

on the way to the wetlands.

(sighs)

Don't be fooled by his, uh,

genteel accent

and all the bowing.

There's more to Crane

than he's letting on.

Okay, I-I see

what's going on here.

You're just jelly

because, uh, teacher didn't give

you a gold star, too.

(chuckles)

Hmm?

You know how I like

to take machines apart

to see how they work?

Mm-hmm.

Same thing goes for people.

That accent--

"Capital work, Master Wells"--

anachronistic

inflection and syntax.

That jacket, those boots.

It's a choice.

He's living la vida lifestyle

from a simpler time.

His name appears in recorded

history only before 1781.

1781. Then he disappears

without a trace

until he shows up again in

Sleepy Hollow three years ago.

Okay, so there has

to be more than one person

named Ichabod Crane

in all of human history, Alex.

I checked

with Interpol

and the FBI and every genealogy

Web site I could subscribe to.

He's the only Ichabod.

Period.

Do you think...?

He's a time traveler.

He is a time travel...

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

How would you even build

a time machine in 1781?

Out of whale blubber

and wooden teeth?

I don't know

what his deal is.

Not yet.

But just keep your eyes peeled.

Ichabod Crane

is keeping secrets.

Is that her?

Yeah, that's her.

Hey.

It's the quiet girl.

GIRL: This an

attention thing?

Or just a really

stupid way

to try and get

out of homework?

Bet she can cry

real loud though.

JENNY:

Hey!

How about we even the odds?

Mean girls.

You okay?

Here, come on.

This'll just take a second.

What the hell?

Molly.

(under breath):

Oh, my God.

What happened?

You okay?

Did you do this?

JENNY:

No, no, I, I just got--

DIANA:

Why are you even here?

JENNY:

Uh...

I, uh...

DIANA: Crane asked

about Molly,

you two have a little

phone conversation.

and then you just

show up here?!

JENNY: Just

let me explain.

DIANA: You two come

into my life...

(indistinct conversation)

DIANA (fading):

I hardly know him

and I sure as hell

do not know you.

Hello.

DIANA:

Honey?

Oh, my God.

I was on the green bench

where you always say to wait.

You were late

and these two girls

from the eighth grade...

mm, they were

being really mean,

and one of them pushed me

and that's what happened.

(groans)

I'm sorry.

You have nothing

to be sorry about, okay?

And, hey, we

got through it

together, like always.

Okay?

(car horn beeps)

You really need to get

back to work, don't you?

My case is not closed.

Okay.

I will be home as soon

as humanly possible.

Mm, it's okay, Mom.

It's really okay.

(sniffles)

Come here.

Oh, baby.

You better still be talking

by the time I get home.

I promise.

(chuckles)

I'm sorry.

When we figured out that

that little girl had inherited

Abbie's responsibility, I...

I needed to see her.

She's not Abbie.

I know that.

Believe me, I do.

My sister being a Witness

tore my family apart.

We need to help Diana

and her daughter

understand this.

Get through it.

Agreed.

But how?

How does one bring

an innocent child

into the battle

between good and evil?

(scoffs)

Probably not by just

showing up at her school.

DIANE:

Crane.

You said you had

an explanation.

Let's hear it.

Agent Thomas,

you have our apologies.

We fully understand

your concern in finding

Miss Jenny here.

The truth is we were

concerned for her safety.

The people who took Crane

and released that Booth demon

are still out

there somewhere.

I thought I would do

a sweep at this place

and make sure no one

had eyes on your daughter,

but I overstepped

my bounds.

I am sorry.

You should have asked.

Understand?

Then let's go find these witches

and put them down

so I can go home.

Any sign of a witch lair?

It's nothing but swamp

for miles.

All right.

Moll Dyer's body

lay here.

Must have just killed

her and dumped her.

Right on their own doorstep.

There's nothing here, Crane.

The Glamour not only

hid the Dyer sisters'

true appearance...

but their dwellings,

as well.

Come.

Our witch hunt

is nearing its conclusion.

A body was dragged

through here.

Most likely Moll Dyer's.

Check the place?

Yes.

Be wary.

So...

said you were gonna sweep

my daughter's school.

Don't tell me

you work security.

Well, I've dealt

with all kinds

of security systems.

Ugh, great.

I am in an

invisible witch house

with a B&E artist

and a guy wearing

knee-high boots

with a crossbow.

We are uniquely equipped to deal

with supernatural threats.

This room's yours.

From the size and shape,

I think we're looking

at the murder weapon.

JENNY:

The Dagger of Z'urn D'oragh.

It's beautiful.

No, no, don't touch.

One cut and you're toast.

I don't think anyone's home.

And yet the Glamour on the house

remains in place.

I'll warrant

that the Dyer sisters

are in possession

of an Infernal Machine.

Let me guess?

More magic?

It's a witch thing.

A mundane object

powered up with their magic

can keep a spell alive

for a long time.

DIANA:

So, we disable it,

we disable them?

It could weaken them

or it could whip them

into a killing frenzy.

50/50.

Not bad odds.

CRANE: No!

JENNY: No!

(wheels and cogs turning)

(magical whirring)

What did I do?

I doubt it is good.

I think you tripped their

home security system.

So we shut it off.

(shushes)

There must be a way

to disable it.

(whirring and ticking stops)

Agent Thomas!

My sister will punish her

for sullying our property.

Go and help her.

Hmm.

I know you.

From many years ago.

No.

I doubt we run

in the same circles.

You're a liar, old man.

You spoiled our night out.

(grunts)

We were painting the town

a deep, dark...

red.

JENNY:

You like lies?

I lie to myself daily.

Tell myself

I know who I am,

what I'm doing,

where my life is going.

The truth.

How refreshing.

(chuckles)

But still...

you ruined our fun.

Ah.

Yes.

You're one

of Washington's men,

in service, like us,

to the one who

trapped us here,

guarding his damnable treasure.

I know nothing

of your treasure.

But whatever noble deed you did,

you have long since

lost your way.

(chuckles)

Your heart is full of lies.

Lies of omission,

lies about...

...a little girl.

Well, no more lies

once your tongue slithers

from your mouth.

(demonic voice):

With wicked tongue,

the serpent lied

and took their liberty.

Through poison words,

the world knew sin...

(machinery whirring)

No!

(grunting)

(grunting)

(shouts)

(gasping)

(gunshots)

You good?

I'm not gonna lie.

I don't like witches.

(Malligo grunts)

(magical whirring)

I need a minute.

How did she fare?

Well enough.

She can handle this.

Well, then that settles it.

Tonight...

we'll tell her the truth

about her daughter.

I went back to the house

to take a closer look at

an Infernal Machine

and, um, yeah, I found this

in what was left.

There are two

documents in there

dated October 2, 1780.

And...

CRANE:

The day John Andre was hanged

and the day Washington promised

the Dyer sisters

their plot of land.

The other one is dated 1781,

also from Washington,

when he charged them

with standing watch

over a talisman.

I searched the house,

top to bottom,

and I couldn't find it.

One of the witches

mentioned a treasure

they'd been tasked

with protecting.

"The plot will be yours

in perpetuity

"so long as it

"remains safe.

The Division must endure."

Hmm, see, after I cracked that

little bit of Franklin's code,

I recognized some of the cipher

from somewhere else.

These are from the crypt where

the Booth demon was caged.

Yep.

CRANE:

"The Division must endure."

So, the two events

were connected.

"The Division"--

that sounds

like a spy outfit.

If the Division used

the Dyer sisters to stand watch

over some manner

of arcane artifact,

it stands to reason

that the Booth demon

was doing the same.

Someone is unleashing

unspeakable evils

as a means of procuring

mystical artifacts.

Questions:

whom and to what end?

DIANA:

Great questions

for tomorrow

when I promise

I will help you

hit the ground running,

but right now

my little girl's

waiting for me.

All right.

Time... traveler.

(imitates explosion)

Breakfast for dinner?

Oh!

Your favorite.

Perfect.

That's it.

From now on, you're making

dinner every night.

I don't know what it was.

Why I didn't want

to say anything.

I... I just felt strange.

Like...

like a shadow walked

over my shadow...

like a friend

was... gone.

We're not gonna tell them

tonight, are we?

You know me so well, Miss Jenny.

Molly is the next Witness.

Diana deserves to know

what that means...

for their present

and their future.

But not tonight.

Mother and daughter deserve

at least one night's peace.

Ah...

I spent months fine-tuning

the lighting in here.

We still don't have it

quite right.

JOBE:

What about track lighting?

What do you mean?

Super '90s style,

little bulbs on rails?

You philistine.

(laughs)

So...

where are we on finding

Ichabod Crane's compatriot?

He's headed this way

and if his reputation

holds true...

(demonic voice):

death and destruction

will follow.

♪ Looking for you ♪

♪ Rain or shine... ♪

(horse neighing)

(horn blares)

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