All language subtitles for Sleepy Hollow (1999) _Track07-en

Help here! Lend a hand here!

Anyone!

Constable Crane!

Ichabod Crane! Is that you?

None other.
Not only me.

I have found something,

Which was lately a man.

Burn it.

Yes, sir.

Just a moment. We do not
yet know the cause of death.

When you find them in the river,
cause of death is drowning.

Possibly so, if there is water
in the lungs. But by pathology,

We might determine whether
or not he was dead

before he went
into the river.

I will need to
examine the body.

Cut him up.
Are we heathens?

What happened to him?

Nothing. Arrested for burglary.

Good work.

The millennium
Is almost upon us.

In a few months, we will be
living In the 19th century.

Yet our courts continue to rely
on medieval devices of torture.

Stand down!

I stand up.

For sense and justice.

Our jails overflow
with men and women

convicted on confessions
worth no more than this one.

Constable Crane!

This is a song we have heard
from you more than once.

Now, there are

two courses
open to me.

First, I can
let you cool

your heels
in the cells...

until you learn
respect for the dignity

of my office.
I beg pardon.

But why am I

the only one who sees
that to solve crimes,

to detect the guilty,
we must use our brains

to recognize
vital clues

using up-to-date
scientific techniques?

Which brings me
to the second course.

There is a town upstate,

two days' journey
to the north,

in the Hudson Highlands.

It is a place called
Sleepy Hollow.

Have you heard of it?

I have not.

An isolated farming
community, mainly Dutch.

Three persons have been murdered
there, all within a fortnight.

Each one found
with the head...

Lopped off.
Lopped off?

Clean as dandelion heads, apparently.

You will take these

experimentations
of yours

to Sleepy Hollow,

and there you will
detect the murderer.

Bring him here to face
our good justice.

Will you do this?

I shall.

Remember, it is you,

Ichabod Crane,

who is now put to the test.

The pickety witch.
The pickety witch.

Who's got a kiss
for the pickety witch?

The pickety witch.
The pickety witch.

Who's got a kiss for
the pickety witch?

Is it Theodore?

Your pardon, miss.
I'm only a stranger.

Then have a kiss
on account.

I'm looking for
Baltus Van Tassel.

I'm his daughter,
Katrina Van Tassel.

And who are you, friend?
We have not heard your name yet.

I've not said it.

Excuse me.

You need some manners.
Brom!

Come, come. We'll have
no raised voices. It is only

to raise spirits
during this dark time

that I and my dear wife
are giving this little party.

Young sir,

you are most welcome,

even if you are
selling something.

Thank you, sir.

I am constable Ichabod Crane
sent to you from New York

to investigate murder
in Sleepy Hollow.

Then Sleepy Hollow is grateful
to you, Constable Crane.

And we hope you will honor us
by remaining in this house.

Well spoke, dear.

Come sir, we'll get you
settled. Play on!

Excuse me, please.

Thank you.

Please tell Mr. Van tassel
I will be down in a moment.

I will, sir.

Thank God you're here.

Ah, excellent!
Come in.

Leave us, my dear.

We are joined by
Dr. Thomas Lancaster,

Reverend Steenwyck,

Our able Magistrate
Samuel Philipse,

And lastly,

this fine fellow
is James Hardenbrook,

Our Notary.
And you, sir?

A simple farmer
who has prospered.

The town looks to me
as friend and counsel.

And landlord, and banker.
Can we proceed?

Thank you.

So...

Three persons murdered.

First, Peter Van Garrett

And his son,
Dirk Van Garrett.

Both of them strong,

Capable men.

Found together.

Decapitated.

One week later,
The widow Winship.

Also... decapitated.

Now, I will need

to ask you
many questions.

But first, let me ask:

Is anyone suspected?

How much have your superiors
explained to you, Constable?

Only that the three were
slain in open ground,

Their heads found severed
from their bodies.

Hmm.

Their heads were
not found severed.

Their heads were
not found at all.

The heads are... gone?

Taken.

Taken by the headless horseman.

Taken back to hell.

Pardon. I don't--

Perhaps you had
better sit down.

Yes.

The horseman
was a hessian mercenary

sent to these shores
by German princes

to keep americans
under the yoke of England.

But unlike his compatriots
who came for money,

The horseman came
for love of carnage.

When battle was joined,
there you'd find him.

He rode a giant black steed

named Daredevil.

Aah! Aah!

He was infamous for riding
his horse hard into battle,

chopping off heads
at full gallop.

He had filed his teeth
down to sharp points

To add to the ferocity
of his appearance.

This butcher

didn't finally
reach his end

until the winter of '79.

Not far from here,
in our western woods.

Shh.

They chopped off his head
with his own sword.

Even today,
the western woods

is a haunted place

where brave men
will not venture.

For what was planted
in the ground that day

was a seed of evil.

And so it has been
for 20 years.

But now
the hessian wakes.

He's on the rampage,

cutting off heads
where he finds them.

Are you saying--?

Is that what you believe?

Seeing is believing.

They tell me you've
brought books and trappings

of scientific investigation.

This is the only book
I recommend you read.

I see.

Reverend Steenwyck. Gentlemen.

Murder needs no ghosts
to come from the grave.

We have

murders in New York

without benefit of
ghouls and goblins.

You're a long way
from New York, constable.

The assassin

is a man of flesh
and blood,

and I will discover him.

[ distant neighing )

Come out, devil.

His name's
Gunpowder.

He should do just fine,
Mr. Killian.

Thank you.

Good luck.
If you need help, call my name.

Much appreciated.

Don't you worry about a thing.

Everything's going
to be just fine.

Thomas! Inside!

Hop. Run along
for your breakfast.

Kiss your mother, once
for you and twice for me.

Murder!
The horseman's killed again!

All right, Gunpowder,
We're off.

Come on. No, no.

Come on, the other way.
No, no. Turn around.

Hyah!

Good horsie.

Mr. Miller,

ride back for
the coffin cart.

Yes, sir.

The rest of you,
keep a sharp lookout.

It's all right.
I'm here now.

The fourth victim,
Jonathan Masbath.

I see.

And... the head?

Taken.

Interesting.

Very interesting.
What is?

In headless corpse
cases of this sort,

The head is removed to prevent
identification of the body.

But we know this was
Jonathan Masbath.

Precisely. So why was
the head removed?

Why?
Right.

You have moved the body?
I did.

You must never
move the body!

Why not?

Because.

The stride is gigantic.

The attacker
rode Masbath down,

Turned his horse.

Came back.
Came back to claim the head.

Yes.

There's
a chemical reaction.

It shows there was a powerful,
singular thrust to the neck.

Now.

Interesting.

What is it?

The wound was cauterized
in the very instant.

As though the blade itself
were red-hot. And yet.

no blistering,
No scorched flesh.

The devil's fire.

"Be vigilant," as it sayeth
In the Book of Peter,

Chapter 5,
verse 8.

"Because your
adversary, the devil,

as a roaring lion,
walketh about,

seeking whom
he may devour."

God rest,
Jonathan Masbath.

Mr. Constable, sir.

Ah. You're
young Masbath.

I was young Masbath,
But now the only one.

Masbath, at your service.

In honor bound
to avenge my father.

Well, one and
only Masbath,

I thank you
very much, but,

your mother will need you
more than I.

My mother is in heaven, sir.

She has my father now
to care for her.

But you have no one

to serve you.
I am your man, sir.

Yes, and a brave one too.

I cannot be the one
to look after you.

I'm sorry for your loss,
young Mr. Masbath.

Constable Crane.
Mr. Philipse.

Something
you should know.

Jonathan Masbath was not
the fourth victim,

but the fifth.

The fifth?
Aye.

Five victims
in four graves.

Young Masbath!

Find a place in the Van Tassel's
servants' quarters.

Wake me before dawn.

I hope you have
a strong stomach.

Peter Van Garrett.

Dirk Van Garrett.

Jonathan Masbath.

Five victims,
four graves.

The widow Winship.

Bring the widow in.

This is most irregular, Constable.

I should hope so,
But in this case, necessary.

We need to operate immediately.

Operate?

She's dead.

When we say "operate,"

we mean, of course, I will
need the operating table.

Once more,
the neck wound cauterized.

The... sword thrust

to the stomach,
the same.

But to what purpose?

To what is your purpose,
is the question.

What manner of
instruments are these?

Some of my own design.

All right, then.
Step outside, young Masbath.

Thank you very much
for your help, Mr. Killian.

And if you don't mind, doctor.

My concentration suffers
greatly when I'm observed.

I am finished.

What, in the name of God,
have you done to her?

We are dealing
with a madman.

What did you find out,
Constable?

The widow Winship
was with child.

Who's there?

Ichabod.

Ichabod.

Ichabod.

Oh.

Pardon my intrusion.

I saw a light.
It is no intrusion.

I come here to read
when I am wakeful.

To read books which
you must hide?

They were my mother's books.

My father believes
tales of romance

cause the brain fever
that killed my mother.

She died two years ago
come midwinter.

The nurse who cared for her
during her sickness

is now Lady Van Tassel.

There was
something else too.

Why did no one think to
mention that the Van Garretts

are kin to the Van Tassels?

Because there is hardly
a household in Sleepy Hollow

that is not connected to every
other by blood or marriage.

I see.

This land we're looking at
was Van Garrett land,

Given to my father when
I was in swaddling clothes.

The Van Garretts were
the richest family
around these parts.

When my father brought us
to Sleepy Hollow,

Van Garrett set him up with an
acre and a broken-down cottage.

My father worked
hard for his family,

and prospered
and built this house.

I owe my happiness to him.

I remember living poor
in the cottage.

Should I show you?

Yes.

Take this.

It is my gift for you.

No, I have no use for it.

Are you so certain
of everything?

It was your mother's.

Keep it close
to your heart.

It is sure protection
against harm.

Are you so certain
of everything?

This is strange.

These markings.
What are they?

I've had them
since I can remember.

I used to play by this
hearth as a child.

It was my first drawing school,
And my mother was my teacher.

Look.

See? Carved into the fireback?

The archer.
I'd forgotten it.

This was from long
before we lived here.

Are you all right?

Yes, thank you.

A cardinal.

My favorite.

I'd love to have
a tame one,

but I wouldn't have
the heart to cage him.

Well, then, I...have
something for you.

Cardinal on one side.

An empty cage.

And now--

You can do magic.
Teach me.

It is no magic.
It is what we call optics.

Separate pictures which
become one in the spinning.

It is truth, but truth
is not always appearance.

What are you running from,
Magistrate Philipse?

Damn you, Crane!
You had a mind to help me?

Yes, and it's put me
in mortal dread of--

Of what?

Of powers against which
there is no defense

How did you know the widow
Winship was expecting a child?

She told me.

Then I deduce
you are the father.

I'm not the father.

Did she tell you the name
of the child's father?

Yes, she did.
She came to me

for advice as
town magistrate

to protect the rights
of her child.

I was bound by my oath of office
to keep the secret, but--

You believe
the father killed her?

The horseman killed her.

How often do I have to tell you?
There is no horseman.

Never was a horseman,
and never will be a horseman.

What is that thing?

My talisman. It protects me
from the horseman.

You, a magistrate and your head
full of such nonsense.

Tell me the name of--

Oh, my God!

Constable Crane?
Constable Crane?

Has he not
come out at all?

It was a headless horseman.

You must not excite yourself.
But it was a headless horseman.

Of course it was.
That's why you're here.

No, you must believe me.

It was a horseman,
a dead one.

Headless!
I know.

You don't know because
you were not there!

It's all true.

Of course it is.
I told you.

Everyone told you.

I...saw him.

I suppose it's back
to the city, then.

All right, this time
I'll get to New York myself.

I won't be fobbed off
with an amateur deductor.

This time, it's a
magistrate that's dead--

Gentlemen,

I need able men to go with me
into the western woods.

You? We thought you'd
shot your bolt.

I have faced my fears
and come out

determined to locate
the horseman's grave.

In short, to pit myself
against a murdering ghost.

Who's with me?

Me.

The Van Garretts.
Widow Winship.

Your father
Jonathan Masbath.

And now Philipse.
Something must connect them.

Did your father have dealings
with the Van Garretts?

He worked for them.
We lived in the coach house.

It's nothing.

But there was something
that happened one night.

A week before the murder.

An argument upstairs
between father and son.

And my father was later
sent for by Mr. Van Garrett.

An argument between
father and son.

After which
the elder Van Garrett

sent for his servant Masbath.

Listen.

I hear nothing.

Nor I. No birds.

No crickets.

It's all gone
so quiet.

Quicken pace.

Pardon our intrusion.

But perhaps you
could help us.

You're from the Hollow.

Yes, in a way.

I should like to say,

I make no assumptions
about your occupation.

Nor your ways,
which, which--

Which are nothing to me,
Whatever you are.

Each to his own.

Oh.

Do you know
of the horseman, ma'am?

The hessian?

That'll be him, ma'am.

You, come with me.

Go out child.
Keep away.

Whatever you hear,

keep away.

What might he hear that
he must keep away from?

He rides... to the
Hollow and back.

I hear him,
I smell the blood on him.

Do you?

Well,

I'm here to
find him and

make him stop.

You seek knowledge
of the netherworld?

I can show you.

What are you doing?

Don't move or speak.

When the other comes,
I will hold him.

The other?
Silence.

He comes now.

Madam?

Madam, do you hear me?

You seek the warrior
bathed in blood.

The headless horseman.

Follow the indian trail

to where the sun dies.

Follow it to
the tree of the dead.

Climb down to the horseman's
resting place.

We're leaving.
What happened?

We're leaving now.

We take the indian trail
to the tree of the dead.

How will we recognize it?

Without difficulty,
I rather fear.

Then climb down to the
horseman's resting place.

His camp?
His grave.

Stay here.

Halt and turn.
I have a pistol aimed.

Katrina.

I might have killed you.
Why have you come?

Because no one else
would go with you.

I am now twice
the man.

It is your white magic.

Pardon my intrusion.

I think you'd better come
and look at this.

The tree of the dead.

Blood.

Stay where you are.

What is it?

Just stay where you are.
Don't move.

This tree is a gateway.

A gateway between
two worlds.

This ground has been disturbed.

The soil is loose!

Bring the shovel.

The skull is gone.

Taken.

That is why the horseman
returns from the grave.

To take heads till his own
is restored to him.

Ichabod?

Hyah! Hyah!

Split up.
Glenn. Theodore.

Don't pick your teeth.
You'll teach Thomas bad habits.

I am a bad habit.
There's nothing for it.

Oh, isn't there?

Come on, let's get
ready for bed.

Yes.

Beth, run!

Stay quiet.

Wait!
He's not after you.

I'll get him!

We cannot win this.

Aah!

Remarkable.

A wound like this
should've killed him.

But it needs no stitch, and
there's hardly a loss of blood.

You must be still.

The fever is on you.

Katrina.

Nostradamus, mediamus,
milk of mercy,

In media nos laudamas.

Katrina.

I tried to stop Brom, but--

Shh. Drink this down.
It'll make you sleep.

The horseman was not set
to kill Brom or me.

Had Brom not attacked him--

Later. Rest now.

I've discovered something.

The horseman
does not kill at random.

His victims are chosen

by someone who
controls him.

By that very person who
took his skull.

Someone who knew where to dig.

Someone of flesh and blood.

As I've always said.

These are ravings.

Shh. Drink.

Ichabod.

Shh. You were dreaming.

Yes.

Things I had forgotten.

And would not like
to remember.

Tell me what you dreamt.

My mother was an innocent.

A child of nature.

Condemned.

Murdered.

By my father.

Murdered by...

Murdered to save her soul.

By a bible-black tyrant
behind a mask of righteousness.

I was seven... when
I lost my faith.

What do you believe in?

Sense and reason.

Cause and consequence.

I should not have
come to this place.

Where my rational mind
has been so controverted

by the spirit world.

Will you take nothing

from Sleepy Hollow that was
worth the coming here?

No.

No, not nothing.

A kiss.

From a lovely
young woman.

Before she saw my face
or knew my name.

Yes, without sense or reason.

Forgive me,

I speak of kisses and... you have
lost your brave man, Brom.

I have shed
my tears for Brom.

And yet my heart
is not broken.

Do you think me wicked?

No.

Perhaps there is a bit
of a witch in you, Katrina.

Why do you say that?

Because you have
bewitched me.

Oh.

You slept
like the dead.

You're too kind to me.

I do not look to be served
by the lady of the house.

Nor would you be, but that
the servant girl has vanished.

Sarah?

Run away

like so many others.

They're all leaving in fear.

Where is Katrina?

She watched
over you till dawn.

Now it is
her turn to sleep.

Well,

I'm fit for another day,
I think.

Ah.

Fit enough to face
a mortal adversary.

Dr. Lancaster.

Reverend Steenwyck.

Hmm.

Notary Hardenbrook.

And magistrate Philipse.

Who tried to cut and run
And lost his head.

All frightened men,
Arguing together

On the very night
Magistrate Philipse was killed.

There is conspiracy here.

The doctor,
the reverend.

The notary and
the magistrate.

What is this secret
that unites them?

Magistrate Philipse knew.

There were five bodies
to four graves.

He knew the widow
was pregnant.

He could not tell me
the name of the father.

What does this point to?

We must proceed by a
process of elimination.

I shall make a list of every
man and woman in Sleepy Hollow.

Starting with
its chief citizen,

Baltus Van Tassel.

I feel we're getting
very close.

Yes, I suppose Baltus

is the chief citizen now
that old Van Garrett is dead.

Yes, the Van Garretts.

I'd almost forgotten them.

Come with me.

Where?
To Notary Hardenbrook's.

Have you thought
of something?

Yes.

I have.

Hopeless.

My father's satchel.

Why is it here?

Leave me alone.

Notary
Hardenbrook.

Leave me alone!

Just as soon as you show me
the last will and testament

of old man Van Garrett.

The will leaves
everything to his son.

Who died with him!

So the estate passes
to the next of kin.

Naturally.
All legal and above board.

Sir?

I'm a dead man. No.

Van Garrett's seal... broken!

Seems Van Garrett made a
new will just before he died.

Naming...

Widow Winship?

And here, look.

A marriage certificate.

A-ha!

Old Van Garrett
secretly married the widow.

Left everything to her
and her unborn child.

So the new will stood between
the Van Garrett fortune

and the person who would have
otherwise inherited everything.

It's true.

But we four were drawn in
against our will!

Your will?

He means--

Of course.

The four town elders.

Now I see what parts
you had to play.

Reverend Steenwyck
knew the secret

because he performed
the marriage.

Dr. Lancaster attended
the pregnant woman.

Magistrate Philipse
gave protection of the law.

And Notary Hardenbrook

concealed the documents,

which had been entrusted by Van
Garrett to his faithful servant.

The four conspirators
drawn into the plot.

We did not know
it was a murdering plot.

But I have not
finished, sir.

First, the Van Garretts.

father and son,
slain by a horseman

raised from the grave
to chop heads!

Now, up pops a widow with
a claim on the fortune.

Off with her head!

But murder
begets murder.

It was the servant,

Jonathan Masbath.

The night father and son
quarrelled over the new will,

Jonathan Masbath was summoned
upstairs to bear witness.

Here is his signature.

I'm afraid it was his
death warrant, young Masbath.

The horseman
came for him.

Came for him

at the bidding of someone
who had power over him.

Someone who dug in the earth
in the western woods

and stole the skull!

The missing head which must
be restored to the horseman

before he will return to hell!

Someone who stood to
gain or lose a fortune.

None other

than Van Garrett's
next of kin,

Baltus Van Tassel!

Katrina.

Why are you in my room?

Because it is yours.

Was it wicked of me?

No. No, not at all.

I missed you.

Where did you go?

To the notary.

I had questions
to ask Hardenbrook.

And did you learn
anything of interest?

Perhaps.

My father--
Your father?

Yes.

My father thinks you should
return To New York.

Really?

Why is that?

I don't know.

Perhaps he looked in your ledger
and did not like what he saw.

What have you there?

Evidence. I'm sorry,
I must ask you--

Then i'll leave you
to your thoughts.

It's just a spider.

kill it! Kill it!

No, no, stomp it!

There's something under here.
What is it?

Help me move the bed.
No, no, I mustn't.

You do it.

The evil eye!

It is someone casting
spells against you.

The evil eye?

Wait here.

Katrina.

You took the evidence
and burned it.

So you would not have it
to accuse my father.

I accuse no one.

But if there is guilt,

I cannot alter it,

no matter how much
it grieves me.

And no spells of yours
can alter it, either.

Your father
has the motive.

It is he who stands to
profit from these murders.

If you knew him, you would not
have such thoughts about him.

Nor if you felt
anything for me.

I am pinioned by
a chain of reasoning!

Why else did his friends
conspire to conceal--?

You are the constable,
not I.

So find another chain of
reasoning and let me be.

I cannot. Nor the one
or the other.

And I am heartsick
with it.

I think you have no heart.

And I had a mind
once to give you mine.

Yes.

I think you loved me
that day,

when you followed me
into the western woods.

To have braved
such peril.

What peril was there

if it was my own father

who controlled
the headless horseman?

Good-bye, Ichabod Crane.

I curse the day you came
to Sleepy Hollow.

She will not see you.

Did she
say anything?

Only that she
will not come down.

I see. Thank you.

Constable?

You have not
asked me how

I have hurt my hand
since yesterday,

Which would
have been polite.

In fact, you have
been as careful

not to look at it
As not to mention it.

Yes. I'm sorry.
How did you--?

I know you saw me.

What?

I know you followed
last night,

And you must promise not to
tell my husband what you saw.

Promise me!

The town is in ferment.

Horror piled on tragedy.
Hardenbrook is dead.

Oh, no! That
harmless old man?

Hanged himself
in the night.

Hanged himself?

Reverend Steenwyck's
called

a meeting in
the church tonight.

Every man,
woman and child

is going to speak
out against you.

If you are wise,

you will leave
this place.

What is that?

I was careless with
the kitchen knife.

The wound looks angry.

I will bind it later with
wild arrowroot flowers.

I know where some grow.

Come on, hurry up.

The meeting bell
started tolling.

The horseman!

Katrina!
Father?

The horseman saved me.

He killed her. The horseman
killed your stepmother.

Oh, God!

Fire!

You'll kill us all!

You're the one
the horseman wants.

He cannot enter.

The horseman cannot enter.

Why should we die for you?

The horseman cannot enter.
He cannot cross the gate.

We have to save ourselves!

The next person that lays
a hand on me will get a bullet!

He's coming back!

Enough have died already.

It's time to confess
our sins.

What is it that you know?

Your four friends
played you false.

We were devilishly
possessed by one who--

Get out of my way!

Stand back! Stay back!

Back!

Stand back!

There is a conspiracy here,

and I will shake it out!

[intense scary theme playing )

It was an evil spirit
possessed you.

I pray God it is satisfied now,
and that you find peace.

The evil eye's
done its work.

My life is over.

Spared for a lifetime
of horrors in my sleep,

Waking each day to grief.

Good-bye, Katrina.

Whoa.

You think it was Katrina,
don't you?

That can never be uttered.

A strange sort of witch,
with a kind and loving heart.

How can you think so?

I have good reason.

Then you are
bewitched by reason.

I am beaten down by it!

It is a hard lesson
for a hard world,

and you had better learn it,
young Masbath.

Villainy wears many masks.

None so dangerous
as the mask of virtue.

Farewell.

Return the coach.
What?

Turn around now!

Whoa.

Pardon my intrusion.

No blood flow,
no clotting,

No healing.

When this cut was made,
this woman was already dead.

Dear stepdaughter.

You look as if
you'd seen a ghost.

Yah!

Rise up once more,
My dark avenger.

One more night of beheading.

Rise up
with your sword.

A head... for a head.

My unholy horseman, rise!

Come now for

Katrina!

Awake at last.

Did you think it was all
a nasty dream?

Father saw
the horseman kill you.

He saw the horseman
come towards me

with his sword unsheathed,

But it is I

who govern the horseman,
my dear,

And Baltus
did not stay to watch.

Yah! Yah!

But there was a body.

The servant girl, Sarah.

And I always thought
she was useless.

But it seems she had
a purpose after all.

Who are you?

My family name

was Archer.

The archer.

I lived with my father
and mother and sister

in a cottage
not far from here.

Until one day my father died.

And the landlord, who
had received many years

of loyal service from
my parents, evicted us.

No one in this
God-fearing town

would take us in
because my mother

was suspected of witchcraft.

But she schooled
her daughters well

while we lived as outcasts
in the western woods.

She died within a year.

My sister and I
remained in our refuge,

Seeing not a soul.

Until one day,

whilst gathering firewood,

We crossed the path
Of the hessian.

Shh.

I saw his death.

At that moment,

I offered my soul
to Satan.

If he would raise
the hessian from the grave

To avenge me.

Avenge you?

Against Van Garrett.

The landlord
who showed us no mercy

and left us to starve

whilst Baltus Van Tassel

And his simpering wife and
girl child stole our home.

I swore I would make myself
mistress of all he had.

The easiest part was the first.

To enter your house
as your mother's sick nurse,

and put her body
into the grave

and my own
into the marriage bed.

Not quite so easy
was to secure my legacy.

The widow had to go,
of course,

And the servant Masbath.

And just the other day,
that silly midwife, Killian,

told me the widow had
told her a big secret.

And she told me this right
in front of her husband.

What a goose!

So,

another little job
for the horseman.

But lust delivered

the reverend Steenwyck
into my power.

Fear did the same

for the Notary Hardenbrook.

And the drunkard Philipse.

And the doctor's silence
I exchanged

for my complicity
in his fornications

with the servant girl, Sarah.

Yes, you have everything now.

No!

You have, my dear,
by your father's will.

I get everything
in the event

of your death!

Oh, my sister, by the way,

sadly passed away.

Quite recently.

You killed your own sister?

She brought it on herself

by helping you
and your master!

You're just in time

to have your head
cut off.

The horseman comes!

And tonight he comes for you!

Katrina!

Thank God!

Watch your head.

To the roof!

I have an idea.

Jump for the sails.

Jump!

Hurry!

Is he dead?

That's the problem.
He was dead to begin with.

Hyah!

Where are we going?

Anywhere but here.

[tense theme playing )

Here. Take the reins.

Ichabod!

Yah!

My bag!

Jump!

Still alive?

Run, katrina!

Yes, do run.

And jump.

And skip!

No!

Here!

Take her!

She's yours!

Sir, you're not dead!

Horseman!

Hyah!

Hyah!

[ sweeping theme playing )

Ahh. Just in time
For a new century.

You'll soon get your
bearings, young Masbath.

The Bronx is up,
The Battery's down.

And home
is this way.

[triumphant theme playing )