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We can't have you showing up
for the Battle of Saratoga

missing a button, can we?

There we are.

Oh.

Betsy Ross herself would envy
your handiwork, Miss Caroline.

I made you some new shirts,
breeches and hose,

all cut from cloth woven
on a heritage Saxony loom.

- Oh.
- (laughs)

I also brought you butter
I churned last night

and some lingonberry preserves.

And...

Oh, Miss Caroline.

Your generosity knows no bounds.

I shall treasure these gifts.

I've never met anyone
like you before, Ichabod.

Your dedication to Colonial reenactment

is so impressive.

You never break character...

Well, one might say it's a way of life.

I think it's inspiring,

and to be honest, kind of... attractive.

Oh.

Uh, Miss Caroline, words cannot
express how flattered I am.

Then don't use words.

I'm a married man.

Oh.

(sighs) I'm so sorry.

- No...
- You live alone, you never talk about her.

There's no photos of her around.

I assumed you were single

or separated or a widower.

No... I assure you my
wife is alive and well.

(door opens)

Didn't mean to interrupt.

I am such an idiot. This is not

what it looks like, Mrs. Crane.

- Mrs. who now?
- Oh!

No, no, uh, Miss Mills is my partner.

Uh, not-not life partner.

She's my... We... Oh, look!

She comes bearing a selection
of delicacies from the Far East.

Commonly known as Yummy Food Schezuan.

I'll be going now. Excuse me.

- Oh, Miss Caroline. Please...
- Thanks.

We need a signal.

Need to hang a tie on the
doorknob or something.

(laughs)

Lieutenant, you are making light

of a very uncomfortable situation.

I was regretfully unaware

of Miss Caroline's...
affections... for me.

Ah. Anyone could tell

that girl had a case
of Crane on the brain.

Well... I have had much

weighing on my mind, so...

It's Katrina. You're worried about her.

Thoughts of my wife in
peril do plague me.

Look...

she chose to stay with
the Horseman, Crane.

She can handle herself.

_

_

(caws)

_

_

Find my love.

Find Ichabod.

ABRAHAM: Katrina, where are you?

Good afternoon, Abraham.

I trust all is well.

Why wouldn't it be?

Pleasantry, nothing more.

These comforts you meant
procured for me are appreciated.

When you are my queen,
you will want for nothing.

All the world's riches will be yours.

I've never been one for
material things, Abraham.

I'm not talking about
baubles or trinkets.

The coming apocalypse is a certainty.

Your only chance of weathering
the storm is by my side.

I know what you desire.

And you know that I want you

to make that choice willingly.

But I will not wait forever.

(door closes)

(eerie whoosh)

To what do I owe the pleasure?

The enchantment you cast on my home

to keep Katrina from
using her witchcraft...

I suspect she's trying
to work around it.

I need you to check on her for me.

She's a powerful and devious witch.

Hmm.

I'll examine the wards and,
if necessary, strengthen them,

and... then, if she's
still causing trouble,

we can use the binding ritual.

There will be no need.

I will turn her to our purpose
as Moloch commanded.

She'll play the role that
he has devised for her,

and she will do so of her own volition.

It's a difficult proposition,

unless you sever her bond with Crane.

Your help will not be necessary.

It's no trouble.

I relish any chance to
cause my parents pain.

What I have asked of you
is all that I require.

(eerie whoosh)

Come on, Katrina.

Must be some sin I can make use of.

♪ Friends nowhere to be found ♪

♪ To help you when you are down ♪

♪ But you know that
you're the one to blame ♪

♪ We know what's wrong
from what's right ♪

♪ Nobody wins in a fight... ♪

- Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on.
- Come on.

I'm not about to go any further.

(distant weeping)

Wait, wait, wait. Did you hear that?

All I hear is rain.

Oh, well, for a second,

it sounded like someone
was out there crying.

Okay, if you think that trying
to freak me out is gonna

get you past second base
and into my pants, you are...

No, no, I'm not trying
to get in your pants.

I-I mean, I-I am...

(shrieking)

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God! Go, go, go!

Just send her a text.

It's the way it's done these days.

A missive composed by thumb can
not adequately convey emotion.

Hence, emoticons.

Oh, yes... a grimacing
lemon caricature.

That should do the trick.

No, I've hurt Miss Caroline's feelings,

and I intend to apologize face-to-face,

as a gentleman should.

(knocking)

Please forgive the
intrusion, Miss Caroline,

but I must beg your pardon

for the events that transpired earlier.

Oh, I'm the one that made
a total ass of myself.

No, it was a misunderstanding.

And one I pray we can put behind us.

Truth be told,

I have precious few
friends in Sleepy Hollow.

And none that share my fervor

for the Colonial way of life.

(laughs)

Of course we can be friends, Ichabod.

I'm flattered that you
would come all this way

to make things right.

I'm grateful for your understanding.

I'll see you next Saturday
at the Battle of Saratoga.

(water gurgling, woman weeping)

(woman weeping)

Oh.

(screaming)

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Let me pass.

No. I'm with the lieutenant. Lieutenant!

Lieutenant!

Let him in.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

(sighs) You're certain it's her?

You're certain it's Caroline?

I I.D.'d her myself.

Fisherman found the body
at 5:00 this morning.

- I'm so sorry, Crane.
- We only saw her yesterday evening.

(sighs)

Who would do this?

And why?

The examiner put the time
of death at 9:00 p.m.,

which is when we left her place.

The cops that went by
her house said that

the car was in the garage.

So, she walked here...
in the middle of the night.

Apparently.

But there were no tracks on the banks,

no traces of where the
body went into the water.

We're leagues away from town.

It's not likely that anyone
saw or heard anything

that might aid our investigation.

Theory:

she went in further upstream,

floated down to where we discovered her.

An astute observation.

We would be best served
starting our search this way.

This belonged to Caroline.

She was holding it when
we saw her last night.

Crane.

You need to come look at this.

(sighs) Maybe someone was
here last night, after all.

Tire tracks but no footprints,

so they didn't get out the car.

But, see, the dirt is soft and loose,

like they accelerated in a hurry.

Could this vehicle belong
to Caroline's assailant

or to someone who might
have witnessed anything

in last night's tragic events?

I'm thinking teenagers.

Local kids use this
spot as a lovers' lane.

It's a place where, uh, young...

Yes. I had them in my day.

A route on which a young man

and his betrothed could
walk hand in hand,

closely followed by their
parents, of course,

avoid impropriety.

Something like that.

Well, if it was high school students,

I'd say a visit to the
queen bees is in order.

I take it you're suggesting
more than a visit to an apiary.

(school bell rings)

The point is there's an apex

to the high school food chain,

a top of the heap.

Uh, and you suppose these young women

will know the identities of the
youths parked by the river

- last night?
- Absolutely. This is where

the gossip grapevine begins and ends...

Spirit Squad.

Well, I'm duly impressed
with their... spirit.

(school bell rings)

ABBIE: Pom-Poms over
there said that you told her

you were parked under
the bridge last night.

A very good friend
of mine lost her life.

Drowned in that river.

You saw something.

We just thought it was a prank,

someone messing with us.

I know it sounds crazy, but...

It was the Weeping Lady.

ABBIE: The Weeping Lady. Local legend.

Goes back to colonial days.

She's the ghost of a woman who drowned

in the Blind Brook River.

Dripping wet, glowing
green eyes, whole nine.

And the tears?

Was some injustice done to her?

She was jilted by her husband
or lover, maybe both.

I don't remember the details.

Which is why we're here.

The legend goes back to a short story

written by a town
resident, back in the day.

Sleepy Hollow Library has
the most extensive collection

of source material.

Hits in Fiction and...

History.

We divide and conquer.

(wings flapping)

(tapping)

(crow caws)

(tapping)

"My darling Ichabod,

"I am safe and in good
health. While my craft

"is limited by my captors,
I have strength enough

"to send you this winged messenger.

"You are always in my thoughts, my love.

"Yours...

Katrina."

And here I thought your
partner was the history buff.

Hawley.

- What are you doing here?
- You know,

just doing what people do at libraries...

free copies, free Internet.

I'm doing some research

on things that go bump in the night.

Way I figure,

forewarned is forearmed.

You know what I mean?

I think I do.

That icy wind I'm feeling,

is that anything to do
with the other day?

By "the other day,"

you mean when Crane and I asked
you to help us take down

a vicious child-stealing
creature and you said no?

I told you when I met
you that I do the work

I'm contracted to do.

And, look, it all came out in the wash.

No thanks to you.

No thanks not to me. Who knows?

Look, if I'd have come with, I
could've blown the whole thing.

Cut me some slack, okay?

It was my first real, live monster.

You deal in supernatural
armaments, Hawley.

Do people who sell Christmas trees

all believe in Santa Claus?

Look, I get that you're
sore about the piper thing,

so let me make it up to you.

Next time you and the
British guy have a critter

you need help with, give me a shout.

I'll see what I can do.

At a very sizeable discount.

I'm kidding. I'm kidding.

It's on the house.

If you need me, I'm down
at the pier. Slip 44.

(woman weeping)

(weeping continues)

(weeping continues)

Put your hands up.

Turn around slowly.

(growling)

(gasps)

(screeching)

Lieutenant?!

No!

Lieutenant!

(muffled): Lieutenant!

(muffled shrieking)

(muffled): Lieutenant!

(gasps)

(muffled shrieking)

(muffled shout)

(muffled shrieking)

(grunting)

(panting)

No, Lieutenant!

No, no, no, no, no, no... Abbie!

HAWLEY: What are you waiting for?

Give her mouth-to-mouth, man!

She's drowned!

Come on. Come on.

Please, please, please.

(coughing)

(panting)

(police radio chatter)

(phone vibrates)

I got to go see a guy about a thing.

You got this, right?

I do indeed.

And you're welcome.

Well...

you look none the worse for wear.

Waterlogged but back in action.

Thankfully.

Whilst you were

being ministered to
by the... mobile doctors,

I searched for information
on your assailant.

What'd you get?

I'm afraid we may have

more questions than answers.

The original tale was written in 1779

by local innkeeper Obadiah
Saunders, who claimed

to have been inspired by
the sight of a mournful spirit

stalking the banks of
the Blind Brook River.

He depicts

a jilted woman who drowns herself

when she discovers her
paramour has fallen for another.

Her spirit haunts

the site of her tragic suicide,

weeping in sorrow at the
terrible lot life has dealt her.

Whatever attacked me and killed
Caroline was no sorrowful ghost.

No. And it appears to have
an inordinate interest

in harming those for
whom I most deeply care.

The only tangible piece

of evidence we have to go on

is this.

Where did this come from?

It's a piece of the Weeping Lady's shawl.

Tore when she tried to drown me with it.

This makes no sense.

Why would the creature have this?

It's just a piece of lace.

A piece of lace handwoven
from Scottish cotton.

A specific pattern made
with painstaking care.

You've seen it before.

It belonged to a woman
I knew many years ago,

one to whom I was promised.

This is a verdant and bountiful plot,

a perfect setting for you
and Abraham to begin

- a new life together.
- Ichabod!

(giggling)

Mary.

Surprise.

Uh...

this is... unexpected.

(giggling)

Um... uh, Mary Wells,
Katrina Van Tassel,

treasured friend of mine and betrothed

to my comrade-in-arms,
Abraham Van Brunt.

- A pleasure to meet you, Miss Wells.
- Charmed.

CRANE: Mary is a dear
friend from London.

I've only just arrived on a Dutch
East India Company trawler.

And you came... for...

You, Ichabod. To bring you home,

so you can finally make
an honest woman of me.

You're engaged?

- Uh...
- Promised to each other

since we were children.

Our fathers have long
been close companions.

But Mary and I have not seen one another

since I departed for the Colonies.

- (chuckles)
- Why don't I give the two of you

a chance to reacquaint.

- Well...
- (chuckles)

I must admit, I am confused
by your presence here, Mary.

How could I not come?

Once I heard you'd been coerced
to throw in with the colonists.

Not to worry.

Papa Wells can fix it.

As long as you recant.

I have no intention
of recanting my belief

- under any circumstances...
- You mean you had no intention

until you laid eyes on me again.

But seeing me now,

your heart still beats for me.

As it always did.

Uh, Mary...

before I left London,

we had a mutual agreement
to break off our engagement.

A noble gesture on your part.

To spare me the worry

that you might get
wounded or killed in battle.

No, Mar... (sighs)

As I said then, I care
for you very deeply.

And I for you. Deeply.

But it is as a brother
cares for a sister.

(stifled sob)

Ever since you left,
my f-feelings for you

have only grown deeper.

I had hoped yours had done the same.

Mary, I'm sorry.

I am.

But our lives must remain
on separate paths.

It's her, isn't it?

That dreadful wench.

Katrina.

She's stolen your heart.

Stolen you away.

She's engaged to my best friend.

But it's you she desires.

Not that she will ever have you.

I know you, Ichabod.

You're too kind.

Too noble.

You would never shame our families.

Never leave me a broken
and defamed woman.

Mary, please... be reasonable.

But it's you that must
come to your senses.

I'll be at the inn at dockside.

Expect you by morning.

With your bags packed and
prepared for the journey home.

She sounds like a piece of work.

She was...

intense with her emotions.

But I assumed I'd reached her because

the following day I received a letter

apologizing for her behavior

and releasing me from any obligation.

She said she intended to
return to England immediately.

Is there a chance that she never left?

Somehow Mary is the spirit

that has haunted Sleepy
Hollow for 200 years?

That is a mystery we must solve.

There is a pattern here, Crane.
You said it yourself.

She attacked Caroline. Then me.

If this is Mary we're dealing with,

she could be a literal
green-eyed monster.

One of the reasons I
broke off our engagement

was, indeed, Mary's jealousy.

She was irrationally possessive.

Any woman to whom I so much as spoke

was trying to steal me away.

Weeping Lady's always been
a harmless, benign spirit.

Now she's angry

and tangible.

Something's changed.

She's tried to kill
women that she thought

were trying to steal you away.

What about the one that did?

Where'd it go?

Katrina sent a bird
bearing a message for me.

I'm assuming that's not
some Colonial euphemism.

I put the note here before I reached

into the watery portal to pull you out.

If you lost it then...

Then the Weeping Lady
may have discovered it

and learned that Katrina
is alive and well

and that we are together
and very much in love.

And if this is Mary
we're talking about...

Then Katrina's at the
top of her hit list.

(muffled scream)

Lieutenant, we're wasting time here.

If Katrina is indeed in peril,
we must warn her, protect her.

Going off half-cocked isn't
gonna solve the problem.

You want to protect Katrina?

We need a way to take
the Weeping Lady down.

Well, I didn't order a pizza.

Sorry to bother you, Hawley.

Not at all.

I'm just cleaning up
my latest acquisition.

The Serpent's Tears.

Only six of these guys known to exist.

Pure silver dipped in

holy water blessed by the Archdiocese

of Halifax on All Saints' Day.

It's like I told you at the library...

forewarned is forearmed.

You also said that if we had a
problem, you would help us.

I did. Because I owed you one, but

then I saved your life.

Pleasant as it was,

my math says it makes us even.

Look, Hawley,

this isn't about your
personal code of commerce.

It's a matter of life and death.

- Well, when isn't it with you two?
- Enough posturing and preening.

- We require a weapon.
- Well, I require you

to step the hell out
of my personal space.

Boys, we don't have time for this.

Mr. Hawley.

My wife is in

imminent and, we
believe, mortal danger.

We need a weapon

to stop the creature that pursues her.

Exactly what are you dealing with here?

A restless spirit.

Shrugs off bullets, pulls you
through some kind of portal

and tries to drown you.

Right, yeah, I... saw that part.

No bullets.

Think I might have just the thing.

(locks clicking)

Oh, yeah.

Ain't she a beaut?

Bought her off a folk
teller in Belgrade.

Claimed a real life Van Helsing
was the original owner of that.

It's cool, huh?

But the real kicker's the bolt.

Solid iron.

Druidic runes along the shaft.

And a reservoir tip filled with
Greek fire and basilisk venom.

How many arms and legs
is this gonna cost us?

Nada. Just finding out if it
works against the sea hag...

well, that's worth more
than the price of lending it.

And if blows up in your face,
you didn't get it from me.

Happy hunting.

(caws)

(muffled shrieking)

Careful with that thing.

We're only gonna get one shot with it.

Then I shall not miss.

Can't risk getting much closer
with the Horseman inside.

But if Mary does come for Katrina,

we might have no choice.

(thunder crashes, horse whinnies)

He's off in a hurry.

If the Horseman's left
this place unguarded...

Katrina.

Katrina?!

Oh, no.

This is the letter Katrina sent me.

The very one I lost at the library.

Then we're right. It's the Weeping Lady.

Mary... Mary's come for her.

We're too late.

No. Crane, the river...

when she pulled me under at the library,

I saw the Dobbs Ferry
Bridge above me. Same place

Caroline's body was found.
We get there in time...

We might still have a chance.

(muffled screaming)

(muffled grunting, screaming)

(muffled screaming)

(gasping)

Katrina! Oh...

Oh.

I feared the worst.

I was only able to escape her
by the skin of my teeth.

What does it want?

(Weeping Lady screaming in distance)

Her name is Mary Wells.

You met her in my company many years ago.

The young woman from England?

The very same.

This creature is her
tormented spirit given flesh.

I do not know what has
brought her here,

but I must learn the truth.

She was raised by dark magic.

I only know one warlock powerful
enough to accomplish it.

Henry.

KATRINA: I can undo his work.

Send that poor woman's
soul to a better place.

But I too must use dark magic
to accomplish the task.

In order to release her
spirit, I must risk my own.

The only way for the spell to be
achieved is for another witch

to serve as an anchor to keep me

from losing my way.

We're all out of witches.
How about a Witness?

(Weeping Lady screaming)

The spell will take some time to cast.

Then I'll hold her off

until the incantation
has taken full effect.

CRANE: Be careful!

I will teach you the
words you must repeat.

_

_

Mary?

Are you here?

It's me.

Ichabod.

(weeping)

_

_

_

Please don't make me use this.

(weeping softly)

My God, Mary.

The torment of the damned
could not be worse.

I didn't mean to disappoint you.

But your anger...

your jealousy...

(screaming)

We're here to help you, Mary.

To free you from this torment.

(screaming)

Mary!

Oh...

(gasping)

(screaming)

Katrina.

Abbie.

_

_

_

_

(groaning)

CRANE: Mary?!

KATRINA: It's done.

As the enchantment takes
hold, Mary's spirit will be

free to leave this earthly plane.

Crane, be careful... she
could still be dangerous.

Not to me.

She will not harm me.

Mary.

You wrote me a letter.

You said you were going home.

Why are you still here?

Mary, what happened to you?

(eerie whoosh)

I don't understand.

Why did she point at you?

She's hated me from the start.

You said yourself she
was a jealous woman.

And never one to give up on anything.

But she went back to England without me.

This doesn't make sense.

There's something you're not telling me.

Ichabod, this is not
the time nor the place.

You're hiding something.

You know why Mary's
spirit haunted this place.

You know what happened to her.

And I will tell you all another day.

I will not leave until
I hear the truth...

from your lips.

What in God's name did you do?

Mary Wells wrote me a letter...

the first day that we met.

She insisted we meet
somewhere privately

to discuss something

concerning my relationship
with... Ichabod Crane.

Miss Wells?

Mary?

MARY: I'm here.

I got your message.

Are you all right?

How have you tempted my love?

I'm-I'm so sorry, I don't understand.

(crying): Ichabod is not
the same man he was.

It's you who have turned his
heart against his country,

against his family... it's you
who have turned him against me!

I can assure you, Ichabod Crane...

Do you deny seducing him?

Deny bewitching him?

I-I am engaged to one
of his best friends...

Lies! You are manipulating,

- and you're using him and changing him!
- Mary, please...

- You are a wicked harlot!
- You have to calm...

- And I won't have you taking him away...
- You have to calm down!

(screams)

Mary?!

She tripped on a root and she fell,

and she must have hit her head
on the way down, because...

Then she was just gone.

(panting)

No, Mary, no.

She never left.

She died here.

It was an accident.

A tragedy that cost her life.

And the letter?

You wrote it, didn't you?

A simple enough enchantment
to match her handwriting.

Why? Katrina...

why did you keep this from me?

Because I cared for you, Ichabod.

You would have carried the
blame, the weight of it all.

No doubt you would have gone home

to bury her, explain
it all to her family.

Who knows if and when
you would have returned

to your role as a Witness
in this war against evil?

Your mission... is far
too important, my love.

You are my wife...

my wife, Katrina...

yet there is so much
that you've kept from me.

You were a spy for Washington.

You're a witch.

You were pregnant with our son Henry.

And now this.

(horse neighs)
Crane!

(shouts incantation)

(panting)

Abraham... it was an angry
spirit from our past

that stole me from your home.

Not Ichabod.

He saved me just now.

Now, I know you might hate him,

but if you care for me,

truly care for me,
like you say you do...

...you will repay him with his life.

(thunder rumbling)

I am ready to go home.

(thunder rumbling)

(horse neighs)

JENNY: Nice digs, Hawley.

Never figured you for a boat person.

Hey, any port in a storm, right?

I don't think that's how that
phrase is supposed to be used.

I meant it literally, not figuratively.

What's up, Mills?

You didn't just come
by here to commandeer

my egg sandwich, did you?

No. Your crossbow is on the boat.

My sister asked me to say thanks.

Did it work?

It's a dud.

She didn't want to tell me herself?

Well, I volunteered to come by.

Said it was on the way
to where I was headed.

And where are you off
to on this... fine day?

Here.

See, I thought we decided we
weren't gonna do that anymore.

- Yeah, well, that was then.
- You don't think we should maybe

keep this professional?

Professional?

Nick Hawley...

are you seeing someone?

No. It's just, you know, there's
a lot going on right now.

Monsters and creatures and...

Armageddon... it's just,
you know, it's a weird time.

Sure. Yeah, I get it.

No harm, no foul.

- It's good seeing you.
- Mm.

See ya.

(laughs)

Oh, come on, Mills.

That is not fair.

You're the pro, Hawley.

(sighs)

Uh...

(sighs)

CRANE: Miss Caroline was
not meant for this time,

but a richer,

truer moment in history.

Thank you.

Until next Saturday.

Battle of Saratoga.

Thank you for your assistance
in setting up this gathering.

I know you cared for her.

Very much.

What pains me the most...

is that it was my friendship

that brought her to this tragic end.

Our mission as Witnesses

puts those for whom we care
the most in terrible danger.

Well, if we don't do this job,
those same people will die

in Moloch's Apocalypse.

Our duty... must be to one another,

before anything.

Or anyone.

This is another Katrina thing, isn't it?

Marriage is difficult on the best day.

But without trust...

without honesty...

...how can a union between
two people hope to survive?

You and Henry must be pleased.

Your plan had the intended effect.

I made no plan with Henry.

That woman, Mary...

I assumed you and he
called her from the depths

to shake Ichabod's faith in me.

I had no part in that.

I went to the river

because I feared for your safety.

I'm never happy

to see you unhappy, Katrina.

Abraham?

Thank you.

(growling)

(Parish gasps)

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The Weeping Lady wasn't
meant to harm her.

It wasn't part of your plan, but...

I was trying to please you.

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(sobbing softly)

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