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hey.

Hey.

Um, is your mom home?

Uh, yeah, but she told me

I wasn't supposed to talk

to you... or your friends.

Molly, inside, now.

What are you doing here?

We came to talk.

Is Crane here?

He said he'd meet me.

No, he's not here.

I told the two of you

to stay away from us.

Look, I know this is

a lot for you to handle,

finding out that Molly

is the next Witness.

I have lived through

what that's like,

that's why you have

to listen to us.

The only thing I have to do

is protect my daughter.

I know, of course,

and all I'm trying to say

is...

(sighs)

Damn it, where is Crane?

He said we would do

this together.

Well, when you find him,

you can both

not come here again.

That went well.

JOBE:

Mr. Dreyfuss,

how was your visit

with Dr. Lonergan?

Dr. Lonergan said

my current life

expectancy is 85 years.

Eighty-five?

Enough for most.

When I'm 85,

I'm just gonna

be getting started.

Think about what

I've accomplished so far

and then think about how much

more I could do.

It's not that I need

to have more time,

it's that the world

needs me to have more time.

This is for their benefit.

Of course...

and it has nothing to do

with what will happen

to your eternal soul

upon your death.

(chuckles)

My friend...

...I'm afraid you

think too small.

Once again, thank you.

I encourage you

to think globally, but act

narrowly.

Case in point,

where are we

with the next talisman? Hmm?

Still tracking it,

but in the meantime,

I've located the map

of the ley lines,

the wellsprings where

their power converges.

It's arriving

at a museum tonight.

Wunderbar.

At last,

finally get to know

where we can assemble

all these lovely

puzzle pieces.

(knocking on door)

JENNY:

Crane?

(knocking on door)

Hello?

Crane?

You left me hanging with Diana.

How many times have I told

you to get a decent dead bolt?

A five-year-old

could break in here.

Crane?

Oh.

Ugh.

Crane?

(gasps)

Oh.

According to the spectrometer,

it's ten percent unknown protein

and 90% ferric hydroxide.

That's spider silk.

Spider silk?

That was all over

Crane's apartment.

Well, that's a big-ass spider.

It can't be good.

Okay, well,

Diana can probably

put out an APB on Crane.

You know, maybe he just went

to the mall and got lost...

again.

No, he's not answering

any of his calls or texts.

Okay, well, maybe she

can put out a trace...

No, we don't need to call her.

Besides,

wherever Crane is now,

a cop is not gonna help.

The last time I saw him

he was coming out of J Street.

Dreyfuss said they used to

trap monsters there and...

it's possible we brought

something else back with us.

Something evil.

Or something that took Crane?

Yes.

Something that doesn't

like light.

Whatever made this probably

goes real heavy on the SPF.

Wait, hang on.

Oh, yes, yes, uh,

I read something

in Benjamin Franklin's journals.

Uh... here.

In 1778,

Franklin wrote about

coming across

"a curious substance.

"A, uh, viscous secretion

"displaying

otherworldly properties

and marked photophobia."

Where did Franklin

find the substance?

Uh, he found it from

some colonists in Maryland.

Apparently a farmer

from Williamsburg went missing.

Uh, they discovered his body

a week later in a cave

in the Aberdeen Woods.

I mean, it had been

cocooned in this stuff.

"Cava Desperavi."

JAKE:

The cave of despair.

Oh, yeah, that doesn't

sound ominous at all.

39 degrees by...

(typing on phone)

seventy-six.

It's the

Aberdeen Proving Ground.

Wait, you think

the cave is still out there?

Only one way to find out.

Um, Aberdeen is an army facility

with army men

carrying army guns.

And it's standing between

me and that cave.

Noted.

Okay, then we'll go with you.

We will?

JAKE:

Yes, if you're going out there,

we got your back.

Thank you.

But this is a little

out of your league.

It's easier if I go alone.

She thinks we can't handle it.

(door opens)

You think that we can handle

five to ten

for trespassing

on a military base?

Okay, Alex,

we helped take down

a Horseman of the Apocalypse.

Okay, our days of

just sitting here

and watching

this world go by

are over. Done.

Jenny doesn't need us.

Really? Alex,

the Catholics who

founded Maryland

thought that this cave was home

to the Sicarius Spei.

The slayer of hope.

All right,

this thing is the living

embodiment of despair, and it

doesn't just kill its victims.

No, it...

it-it feeds on their misery

until it drives them

to kill themselves.

You think she's ready for that?

♪ ♪

(heart beating)

(heartbeat speeds up)

(gavel banging)

WOMAN:

Hang the bastard, hang him.

(gallery jeering)

Murderer!

String him up!

Where am I?

(gavel banging)

What in God's name is this?

Order!

JUDGE:

Captain Ichabod Crane.

The jurors of our sovereign lord

present that you did commit

certain crimes of cowardice,

thoughtlessness,

and abdication of your sacred

duties as a Witness.

You stand charged

with the sundry act of murder.

(gallery clamoring)

Murder?

Whose murder?

Who is making

this accusation?

(door opens,

footsteps approaching)

(door closes)

No.

It can't be.

Hello, Father.

♪ ♪

(gallery murmuring)

This is not real.

This is some kind

of nightmare or...

a vision, or...

Is this a dead girl

which I see before me?

But I was in my rooms,

and then, um...

I assure you

I am as real

as the guilt

in your heaving heart.

No, you are not my son.

Mm, oh.

Henry died.

You have seen enough

spirits come back

from beyond the veil, Father.

Look at me.

Am I not

the baby you abandoned?

Am I not the child

you left to be persecuted?

(men yelling)

(shoveling dirt)

Am I not the man

you snuffed out

like a simpering dog?

(sizzling)

If this truly is you,

Henry,

then I too am dead,

and this is a kind of limbo

where I await eternal judgment.

If that makes you feel better.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I have an opening

statement to make...

to prove Ichabod Crane

is guilty of the murder

of Abigail Mills.

♪ ♪

MAN:

Freeze!

(guns cocking)

Ah.

(chuckles)

Pete, is that you?

Quit fooling around.

This is a restricted area.

What are you doing here?

Oh, wait, you're not Pete.

Put the bag down.

What?

Bag down.

Oh, okay, uh...

Hands up.

Okay.

Uh, I thought

you were my boyfriend.

I-I'm sorry, we were just

trying to find our way

off the trails and

he went up ahead.

Is he okay? Where is he?

This is an army facility.

What?

Didn't you see

the signs walking in?

No, no, I didn't see anything.

I'm so sorry.

Am I in trouble?

Come on,

I'll get you out of here.

I can get that.

I got it.

Whoa, whoa,

hey, what is that?

Hands back up!

Hands up!

Yeah.

Cover her.

Hands behind your back.

(handcuffs tightening)

JAKE:

That is so not good.

We got to help her.

How?

See if they'll trade her for

some free archiving work?

I have an idea.

Ladies...

...gentlemen,

friends,

we are not here

for mere vengeance,

petty victories.

We are here

for justice

for one who greatly deserves it:

Grace Abigail Mills.

She was a warrior,

a champion,

and her life

was cut short

by the senseless actions

of this man before you.

(murmuring)

Murderer!

This is insanity.

The Lieutenant died so that

all of us may live.

She sacrificed herself for you.

Because there was

no other way

to stop the apocalypse.

No other way? Ha!

That's your excuse

for everything, isn't it?

There was no other way

to save the life

of Joe Corbin, either.

Or Abraham Van Brunt

or my mother.

MAN:

Murderer!

WOMAN:

Murderer!

Ladies and gentlemen,

we cannot allow

this man...

to bear another child,

to love another wife,

to make another friend.

We cannot allow

Ichabod Crane

to live another day.

(murmuring)

'Cause everyone he touches,

sooner or later, dies.

(handcuffs clicking)

Is it dinner time yet?

I'm starving.

All I have are Tic Tacs.

What are you doing here?

(handcuffs loosening)

I'm saving your ass.

You're welcome, by the way.

(exhales)

You've been released

on the recognizance

of Homeland Security.

Anything you do now

reflects on me.

Need you to sign

right here, ma'am.

(pen scribbling)

DIANA:

Thank you.

And how did you know I was here?

Jake and Alex called,

said you were in trouble.

You know, it's nothing

I couldn't have handled.

Next pee break,

I was gone.

So, why don't you

save the "you're welcomes"

for someone who needs 'em.

DIANA:

I've entered the coordinates

of this cave of yours

into my GPS.

I thought you didn't want to

have anything to do with us.

Well, I don't want you

anywhere near Molly.

I don't trust you,

not after all the lies.

But Jake called

and said it was an emergency,

that Crane could be hurt

or worse.

And you just

had to come help?

You know, it may

come as a surprise,

but Crane and I

got along just fine

for a long time

without you.

I know all about

how you got along.

Single mom, deadbeat dad,

in and out of foster care

before bouncing between juvy

and psych institutions.

Your file made for

an interesting read.

So my file,

did it say anything about why

I was in the psych institutions?

Abby and I ran into something

when we were Molly's age.

Something supernatural and it

messed us up for a long time.

Only later did we find out

that it all happened

because Abby was the Witness.

Hey,

you can try and

deny what's happening.

That's what

my sister did.

But it caught up to her

and sooner or later,

it's gonna catch up to you.

And Molly, too.

Something was dragged down here.

♪ ♪

Spider silk.

I hate spiders.

Crane!

DIANA: Oh, God.

What is this?

It's a cocoon.

A cocoon?

Yeah.

Ah, it's stuck.

Damn it!

(growling)

(screaming)

(gasping)

(gasps)

(groaning)

(growling)

Diana, stop!

You're hurting Crane.

(grunting)

(crowd yelling)

What's happening to me?

What?

Crane is bleeding

from the same place

as that thing.

They must be psychically linked.

I don't think we can kill

it or it'll kill him.

Cut him down

and let's get out of here.

I'm trying!

It's too strong.

Plus, I don't think

it's normal webbing.

I think it's nerves

of some kind.

(creature roaring)

Whatever that thing is,

it's gonna come back soon.

We cannot stay here.

Wait,

we got to...

DIANA:

Come on!

We'll be back, I promise.

(creature roaring)

(crowd yelling)

(hissing)

I have seen your true face,

demon.

This is an illusion.

(murmuring quiets)

You need me alive.

You need me to

succumb willingly.

Very well.

Shall we play this game?

(chains rattling)

You are good, wise,

God-fearing people.

Will you hear me speak

or will you simply accept

what this man tells you

with his-- frankly,

cheap rhetoric

and grandstanding?

I ask you before God,

allow me to defend myself.

(murmuring)

Let's hear what he has to say!

(murmuring in agreement)

WOMAN: Let's hear him!

(gavel banging)

Let's hear it!

Order,

order,

order...

(gavel banging)

order in the court!

Your Honor,

may we allow the accused

to speak?

He can only make things worse

for himself.

JAKE:

Hey, guys, uh, I think

I found something.

Franklin's journals didn't

have any more reference

to the Despair creature, but

he did reference the account

of a freed slave who

had a run-in with it

at Valley Forge.

Now, I located the account,

but it's in some kind

of handwritten code.

That's Grace Dixon.

Yeah, that's right.

How'd you know?

She was a key figure

in the battle against evil

during the war

and a friend of Crane's.

Abby and I are

her direct descendants.

Try an al-Qalqashand

transposition cipher,

keyword: Fredericks.

That was badass.

I can scan this and

make a digital copy.

Oh, cool, sure.

Here.

Okay.

Okay, just let me

try and get this straight-- so,

Crane worked with Grace Dixon

250 years ago.

Then he wakes up in our time

and the first person he met

was your sister,

her great-great-great

granddaughter?

That's quite a coincidence.

No, there are

no coincidences. This--

this is what we've been

trying to tell you.

All of us, everyone

in this fight,

our lives are entwined.

From Grace, to me and Abby,

to Abby and Crane,

it is one great big web.

And now you're telling me that

Molly is entangled in this web?

If that's how you want to

look at it, yes.

The way I see it,

we're a part of

each other's lives now.

That means we can

help each other.

And I'll be honest,

these connections,

we don't understand them

that well.

But I do know this:

Abby and Crane

had a bond so strong

that they could literally

tug each other back

from different worlds.

They always knew

how to reach each other

and how to...

how to pull each other

out of the depths.

That is not something

to be afraid of.

That's a gift.

JAKE:

Guys,

I think we've got it.

"February 12, 1778.

"Now is the winter

of our discontent."

GRACE: Washington's men

are encamped at Valley Forge

where they have been overcome

with a sense

of dread foreboding.

I was called to the camp

because the general believed

a malevolent force was

behind this disquiet.

The British had

loosed upon us a monster

that fed off raw human despair.

(hissing)

The way it operated was to

capture a single soldier

and then imprison his soul.

This beast created,

within the soldier's mind,

the illusion

of a spiritual trial,

through which it dredged up

all the man's guilt and regret

to feed upon.

Once sated,

the creature was able to

extend its dark powers

and radiate feelings of despair

to all around it.

Feelings so powerful

that many of those exposed

were driven

to the bleakest of ends.

Valley Forge, one of

the darkest chapters

of the American Revolution,

was caused by

the thing that has Crane?

So when Washington said,

"These are the times

that try men's souls,"

he was being literal.

I mean, Despair

put a man's soul on trial.

And this is what Crane is going

through right now?

Yes.

If we don't free him soon,

not only will Crane die,

but everyone in the vicinity

of that cave...

Meaning an army

base full of people.

They'll be driven to suicide.

You say that everyone

around me dies.

'Tis true.

I have suffered

great loss in my life.

But is that not the plight

of a soldier?

For that is what I am.

A soldier,

engaged in the most

vital of wars.

So too was the Lieutenant.

She was my partner.

She...

she was my friend.

She knew all too well

the risks

of engaging in battle.

And I would die

a thousand deaths

if it meant she would live

but one more hour.

But in the end...

...she made a choice.

And what of me, Father?

Was I a soldier, too?

Do you recognize this box?

I spent

200 years in it.

Eating dirt.

Breathing in my own filth.

Because of you.

Because you failed

to protect your son.

Henry...

I didn't know you existed.

No.

Because you were

too busy soldiering.

Be honest with yourself--

if you had known

that Mother was with child,

would anything have changed?

Would you have done

anything differently?

You're right.

The first duty of a parent

is to protect their child.

A...

A friend reminded me

of that only recently.

I will always regret

what happened to you, Henry.

But if you are a demon,

you chose the wrong face.

For I cherish the opportunity

to speak once more with my son.

To tell him that,

in spite of everything

between us,

I always loved him.

I never gave up hope for him.

Every battle I joined,

I did for those I love

and seek to protect.

Especially you, Henry.

My boy.

I know I said I'd be home

by now, but...

work just... got crazy.

Yeah, that's okay.

Can I watch TV?

(cartoons playing over tablet)

Not until your homework's done.

And no pizza.

Tell Claire to heat up

the chicken in the fridge.

You got it.

Moo?

I love you.

Love you, too.

She's eating pizza.

And watching TV.

Sounds like my kind of girl.

She definitely has

a mind of her own.

I can't blame her.

Well, you know,

it's got to be tough

being the child

of a single parent.

Especially one who

isn't always there.

It's just you two

against the world.

Always has been.

She's my anchor.

You know, my mom,

she... she did everything

to protect Abby and me.

It was just us

against the world.

And, uh, she thought

she could do it alone,

but she couldn't.

Not with what she was fighting.

(footsteps approaching)

Okay.

Turns out Grace Dixon managed

to turn things around

at Valley Forge

with something she called

"the fire of joy."

Until now, most people thought

that was just a metaphor

for cheering people up, right?

But it turns out

it was a literal fire.

She came up with

a flammable compound

capable of

incinerating Despair's webbing.

"Saltpeter, bitumen, sulphur,

hot pitch."

I can handle this,

except for

"resin of quicklime"?

Do you mind if I... Thanks.

Yeah.

"Resin of quicklime, AKA..."

Damn.

Nitrated hexamine?

HMX.

Yeah, it's a

military-grade explosive.

I know, a very dangerous,

very illegal

military-grade explosive.

There's no way

you're gonna get...

I can get some.

I know a guy.

I'm not surprised.

Great. Well, now,

all we need now is

a delivery device to

concentrate and direct the fire.

Fortunately the specs

listed in this text

match an artifact

that I've been able to track

to the Smithsonian storage.

We can get it.

W-Wait, you have access to

the Smithsonian storage units?

W...

Well, if by access

you mean do we have a way

to sneak in and take stuff

without people knowing?

Then, yeah, we got access.

Let's go.

Look, we...

(door creaking open)

always put everything back.

(door latches clicking)

Mostly everything.

I don't want to know this.

I don't want to know this.

What?

You are loving this,

aren't you?

Sneaking around.

Playing cloak and dagger.

You should've heard yourself

back there.

"We just need a delivery device,

and then we can go get it."

Oh, hey, we're

fighting a war against evil.

Alex, we helped take down

the Horseman of the Apocalypse.

I know, you keep saying that.

Look, and I'm gonna

keep saying it.

I mean, when is that ever

not gonna be cool,

huh?

Alex, did you know

that five weeks ago,

I had an interview at

the Library of Congress?

You were gonna leave the Vault?

Sitting around

and reading about

all of these amazing things

just made me realize

I wasn't doing anything

but sitting around and

reading about amazing things.

The stuff in the Vault was

great, but none of it was real.

And I knew that as long as

I stayed inside of that Vault,

it would never be.

Never.

I mean, talk about

a cave of despair, right?

But then Crane comes along,

and all of a sudden,

everything is real.

Did you ever consider

that maybe some of that stuff

is best left in the pages

of those books?

Maybe.

Yeah, but right now,

I'm ready for anything.

Right, this is it.

♪ ♪

Look for shelf 21, lot 43A.

I got it.

The Pen Huo Qi.

Tenth century Chinese

welding torches.

(keys jingling)

(softly):

God.

Someone's coming.

(door unlocks)

(guard choking)

(continues choking)

♪ ♪

(sighs)

(grunts)

(gasps softly)

(Alex gasps)

(grunts softly)

Tell me again how

you're ready for anything.

♪ Stumble in, 3:00 a.m.,

take off all our clothes ♪

I've been in foxholes in

Iraq that were friendlier.

♪ Never leave ♪

Hey, Bunker.

You look good.

You got some nerve, Mills.

Yeah, I've heard that.

Listen, we're looking

to score some HMX.

Yeah?

Yeah.

I got some right here.

You thought I forgot

about Indiana?

♪ ♪

I was kind of hoping you did.

Stand down, Marine.

♪ ♪

Second radio battalion

Al-Qa'im, 2006.

BUNKER:

3-5 Fallujah.

0-4. The real one.

Listen, leather balls.

Do me a solid,

cut her some slack.

♪ ♪

You're lucky you got

good friends, Mills.

♪ ♪

Leather balls?

Takes one to know one.

A hundred a pound.

Cash.

We'll take all of it.

Pay the man.

Semper Gumby, right?

Semper Gumby.

Marines.

♪ ♪

JAKE: I'm telling you,

the guy went full-on demon

and I saw pictures of him

when I was researching

the Banneker folio.

And guess what?

He's head of Malcolm

Dreyfuss' security detail.

Goes with him everywhere.

So Dreyfuss really does

have demonic connections.

Mm-hmm.

That's something we're gonna

have to deal with tomorrow.

Right now, we got

other priorities.

Yes.

You loaded up?

Yeah.

The recipe was

pretty straightforward.

As far as "fire of joy"

recipes go.

Let's go get our man.

HENRY:

So tell me, Father,

who is Diana Thomas?

She is a new ally.

She a soldier, too?

She is.

Would you say

you've formed a bond?

I would.

She is virtuous of spirit,

noble of character.

So, so, y-you have

moved on already.

Less than two months

and you have a new partner.

The person that you cared

about with all your heart

not cold in the grave

before you left Sleepy Hollow.

(gallery murmuring)

There was no other way for us.

"No other way."

I think we've heard

that before, huh?

(chuckles)

Tell me something.

Why haven't you grieved

Abigail Mills?

(quietly):

I have.

So, it was grieving

that motivated you

to find a whole new collection

of compatriots, huh?

But he won't have

to wait long to grieve again.

Won't be too long before

one of his new partners

is killed.

Even worse, I hear

there is a child involved.

(crowd murmuring)

Will you have her death

on your conscience, too?

How will you explain

that to her mother?

♪ ♪

You can see it, can't you?

You bottle your grief

because you know

how it will end.

You are guilty.

Always will be.

It is inevitable.

You know what you have to do.

Good-bye, Father.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

He's over there.

Oh, wow.

JAKE:

That cannot be comfortable.

Wouldn't want to see

his dry cleaning bill.

Okay, remember I showed you

how to control the flow.

Use the dials and keep

a steady pressure...

Alex, Alex, relax,

I got it.

(grunts)

Oh, you got it.

Yeah... Uh, right.

Steady pressure. I got it.

Can you hurry up?

(creature screeches in distance)

Whatever you're doing,

do it faster.

Uh-huh.

(screaming)

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm good. I'm good.

You sure?

Easy.

He's fast.

Keep going.

We'll go put this thing down.

That's it.

The link should be broken.

(panting):

Okay. Okay...

(screeches)

(grunting)

(growling, clicking)

Move, you bastard.

(Diana grunts)

Hey,

you okay?

Yeah.

(grunts)

JAKE:

Crane?

Crane?

Crane?

Crane, wake up.

♪ ♪

He's still alive.

I don't understand.

We just killed the thing

that had him captive.

U-Unless he's already too

far gone inside his own mind.

Too far gone,

what does that mean?

JENNY: It means he's still

trapped inside the illusion.

So, what? There's no way

to reach him?

JENNY:

His soul is adrift.

He's lost his connection

to our world.

He needs an anchor.

♪ ♪

(beeping)

(phone ringing)

MOLLY:

Mom?

Hey, baby.

I know it's late.

Listen, I, uh...

I need you to do something

for me, okay?

You know those... those drawings

in your sketchbook?

Yeah.

Yeah, okay, you're so...

good at, uh... at coming up

with stories

behind the drawings.

You know the man

you drew, Mr. Crane?

What else can you tell me

about him?

I think he's a nice man.

Kind.

Funny.

But...

he can also be sad.

DIANA:

Why is he sad?

MOLLY:

He thinks that he's alone.

But the funny thing is,

he's wrong.

He's got lots of friends.

But he feels like

he's let them down.

Even you, Mom.

But he hasn't.

He gives people something

they all need.

What's that, baby?

Hope.

(Echoing):

Hope.

He gives everyone hope.

DIANA:

Honey...

okay, this next part

is really important.

If you could tell him

anything right now,

what would you say?

MOLLY:

I would tell him...

...don't ever give up hope.

Molly.

(chuckles)

(gasping)

JENNY:

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Come here.

I...

Your daughter.

Is she here?

No, I-I called her.

What did you hear?

Abby.

Abby's words.

Molly's voice.

We have much to discuss.

I guess we do.

(sighing)

You know, I got to say,

this has been a

night to remember.

I'm guessing this is the first

time you've said those words.

Ha! Joke all you want, Alex.

Yeah, I know you got

a kick out of it, too,

Okay...

Didn't you? I mean, how often

do you get to use tenth century

Chinese torches

to cut a man out of a despair

creature's psychic web, huh?

Not often enough.

Exactly.

(chuckles)

Look.

It's completely inert.

No response to light.

JAKE:

Yeah. That makes sense.

The creature's dead,

so is its webbing.

What are you gonna do with it?

I should probably just dump it.

Yeah. Maybe tomorrow.

(sighs)

So, how much

would you have missed me?

Like, on a scale

of one to devastated.

ALEX:

You know I still have

those torches, right?

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