All language subtitles for Sleepy Hollow S03E04 The Sisters Mills

Previously on Sleepy Hollow:

No, there's nothing in
here that might explain

why the shard's so important
or who else might be involved.

More people are gonna
come after this thing, Joe.

We got to get ahead of that
by figuring out who they are.

- I'm going to do it.
- Do what?

Become a full citizen of this country.

Ichabod Crane, American.
I like the sound of that.

At the Academy, we helped

push each other, made each other better.

I'd like to try

to find a way to keep that
working for the both of us.

Betsy Ross? The flag woman?

Betsy...

was a woman of many talents.

Betsy and Crane kind of were a thing.

Pandora's box was said to contain all

the evils in the world.
Which begs the question,

which one does she have
in store for us next?

Are you using the purple?

Here.

Thank you.

Got ya! Come on. Lights
out means lights out, okay?

Off you go.

Hey.

And... teeth brushed?

Now go to bed, okay?

Nice coaster.

Have you thought about opening it?

Your citizenship test is
at the end of the month.

Lieutenant,

if I have not yet belabored the point,

allow me to endeavor.

I do not need to study history.

I lived it.

You know they're gonna test you on events

that happened after 1781.

They offer you four
options for every query.

Multiple choice.

It's practically a parlor game.

Hmm.

Okay. Pop quiz.

"On what date was

the Declaration of Independence ratified?"

July the second, 1776.

July Fourth.

You know, Independence Day.

Picnics, hot dogs, fireworks.

Land of the drunk and free.

Yes, I'm perfectly aware of the holiday.

'Tis a symbolic representation.

It need not be precise.

No, the historically accurate
date is July the second.

I should know. I attended the
second Continental Congress.

I don't doubt it, Crane.

But you're not being
tested on what happened.

You are being tested on
what is in Civics Today.

Oh. So 'tis not disgraceful
enough that I must implore

to become a citizen of the
country I, in part, founded.

I must also learn by rote
a compendium of solecisms

masquerading as our nation's history?

Welcome to America.

Also, you got a text from Zoe.

Oh.

Ah, Miss Corinth has proofread

my N400 form and says, 'tis good to go.

I must say, she has made navigating

the choppy briny of citizenship
a far more bearable undertaking.

At a rate of 20 texts a hour, I should hope

that she's steering you
in the right direction.

How do you know...?

We share a roof, Crane.

I know a lot of things I cannot unknow.

Oh, on the subject of
invaluable communication,

when, pray tell, did you intend to inform

- Miss Jenny that you located your father?
- Hey.

Things I cannot unknow.

Well, it's complicated, Crane.

My dad has a whole other
life now, a new family.

Jenny took it really hard when he left.

And she's in a good place now.

And I don't want to throw a wrench in that.

You will make the right decision
at the right time, Lieutenant.

Hey, Joe. You find a
name for the mystery girl

who's trying to steal our shard?

Uh, well, your sister's asking around,

but so far, no hits.

Actually, I'm, uh... I'm
calling about something else.

Look, I was just first
responder on a code three.

A little girl fell into a coma.

No one knows why, but...

her sister claims that she
saw a monster attack her.

What kind of monster?

Hi, sweetie.

It's a pretty doll.

It's my sister's.

Yeah.

It's awful what happened to her.

But you don't worry, sweetheart.

Your sister is going to be just fine.

Hi, Saffron.

I'm Abbie.

This is my sister, Jenny.

We wanted to talk to you about what

you saw in your bedroom,
if that's all right.

And we wanted to tell you
that we think you're very brave

for telling everyone what you saw.

I know how hard it is to
open up about something

when no one believes you.

Especially something scary like this.

And if you do want to talk
about the monster you saw,

we're here to listen.

Well, she's still pretty traumatized, so

there's not much to go on,

but my gut tells me that she saw something.

Mine, too. But we need more information.

We must keep this incident contained.

If Pandora's behind it, as I fear,

widespread panic is her desire.

Reynolds.

It's Abbie. I got a weird call last night

involving a peeping Tom and some kids.

Probably nothing, but
I said I'd check it out.

If you're looking for more work, Abbs,

I've inherited quite a backlog.

Couple of hours, I promise.

Just check in with me later.

You got it, Danny. Thank you.

You two start in the girls' bedroom.

I shall try my luck with
the young Miss Saffron.

This reminds me of our room
when we lived on Lindbrook.

But without the boat window.

Boat window?

Come on, you remember. The boat window.

I guess I was too young.

The circular window above my bed?

We used to pretend it was a porthole.

Imagine

we were on a boat going somewhere else.

Somewhere far away I bet.

It was actually Dad's idea.

We used to pretend like we were
going on an adventure together.

I think that he wanted us to know

that there was a big world
outside of Sleepy Hollow for us

to explore and that we
could leave if we wanted.

Well, he certainly took his own advice.

You ever think of Dad?

Pretty much never... which
I'm confident is mutual.

People change.

Not people like that.

They just get better at hiding it.

Or they drink themselves to death.

Have you seen my quarter?

I could have sworn I had a quarter.

You appear to be a little hard of hearing.

Oh.

Oh!

Oh!

Little wonder.

You had a silver specie
nestled in your ear!

It was your hand the whole time.

Right.

There once was a lady from Cork

whose pa made a fortune in pork.

He bought for his daughter
a tutor who taught her

to balance green peas on her... Ouch!

Oh.

You have rather a sadistic
sense of humor, don't you?

My dad thinks I'm making the monster up.

He's my dad.

He's supposed to believe me.

Perhaps if you drew for him what you saw,

you might help him
believe what he cannot see.

This is what she saw.

Saffron, who is this a drawing of?

The Tooth Fairy.

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The Tooth Fairy.

Isn't she supposed to be some kind,

sweet woman with a magic wand?

Many fairy tales are
derived from darker origins.

Subsequently lost in translation.

I do not recall Disney's Cinderella

featuring the wicked sisters
cutting off their own feet.

So we know the PG version
of the Tooth Fairy.

Now we got to figure out the real one.

I may have some insight on that matter.

The loss of a child's tooth.

I've seen it be harbinger
to an identical tragedy.

One that nearly destroyed Betsy Ross.

Betsy's niece had succumbed

to an unconscious state that
no physician could diagnose.

A mysterious illness,

affecting only the
children of our township,

from which no child was safe

and there was no cure.

Betsy was trying to stay
strong for her nephew,

her family, but she was
absolutely distraught.

Briefly, I thought I might be the one

to help her through this harrowing time,

until I realized she
called upon someone else.

- Ichabod.
- Mr. Revere.

Paul Revere.

Revere, a dentist as well as a silversmith,

was making a house visit to Betsy's niece.

16 children in the area had
died following the same coma.

All, like Betsy's niece...

Trade you.

...right after the loss
of a deciduous tooth.

Betsy?

You shouldn't be here.

I didn't know then that Revere

was a soldier in the
supernatural war against evil.

Shortly after his visit,

Betsy's niece made a full recovery.

So Revere had a cure, or he
might've killed the thing.

Precisely. Whichever the solution,

it lay hidden

in his dentistry bag.

It appears as though
Revere used his orthodontics

as a cover for his supernatural activities.

Mind you, having experienced
his dental work firsthand,

it makes infinitely more sense.

Crane hasn't been to a
dentist since he's been here.

And that is no oversight.

My jaw aches

just thinking of how Revere manhandled me.

You know, there have
been a lot of improvements

in the dental industry
since the 18th century.

And I have no interest in any of them.

Okay, then I'm gonna try
and find Paul Revere's

not-dentist bag.

Ah. Here. "The Tooth Fairy Legend

"and Origin of the Abyzou,

an Assyrian demon that
eats children's souls."

"A child's open wound serves
as a beacon for the Abyzou,

allowing them to harvest
the child's life force."

"A process which takes
48 hours to complete."

So Tessa has 36 hours left.

"The Abyzou were nocturnal, territorial

"predators that often
steal their victim's teeth

- as trophies."
- "While Abyzou are

"nearly impossible to
defeat, their one weakness...

is silver."

Of course.

Revere gave Betsy's nephew a silver dollar.

In fact, it soon became commonplace

for parents to give their
children dimes, silver dollars,

reals when they lost a tooth,

in lieu of the standard copper penny.

So Revere started using the silver coins

to ward off the Abyzou.

And why is there no picture?

It says here the Abyzou was invisible.

Well, what about Saffron's drawing?

- She saw a monster.
- It could be both...

if the creature is visible...

but only to children.

Open up. Let's see how we're doing.

Pretty close.

Want me to pull it out?

Mm-mm.

Okay. Good night, pumpkin.

Mom! Mom!

What? What is it?

There's a monster in there!

I saw!

Honey, what are you talking about?

There's no such thing as monsters.

Here, I'll show you.

No! Don't!

No more scary movies, okay?

What if we said

it was an epidemic?

They could quarantine the kids.

An ordeal of that measure would involve

incredible local, if
not national, attention.

The exact kind of panic
Pandora wishes to provoke.

Yeah, you're right.

Okay, let's think. What do
we know about the Abyzou?

It is invisible to adults.

It preys on children who just lost a tooth.

It's territorial.

All the victims in the past

lived within a small community,
within a five-mile radius.

Okay. It looks like there's only one

elementary school within
ten miles of the Paynters.

We should go down there,
suss out what children

are close to losing a tooth.

How do we do that
without raising suspicion?

I have an idea.

Students.

We have a very special
surprise guest speaker today.

Please give a very warm
welcome to Ichabod Crane,

curator of the new Hudson
Valley Historical Society.

Hello, Ichabod Crane.

Thank you... for that...

warm welcome.

It is most heartening to see
how the educational system

has evolved over the years,

and all without the threat of the rod.

This is too good.

Now, if you'll allow me
to start today by setting

a few historical inaccuracies
right about our first president,

George Washington, a great man.

But who is not, in fact,

the wealthiest man in America.

He did not farm his own hemp.

Although he did partake
in laudanum tincture

from time to time...

but who didn't?

And he did not have wooden teeth.

Now...

who can tell me who George
Washington's dentist was?

Anyone.

Anyone.

No?

Has anyone heard of Paul Revere?

You.

Isn't that the guy who
did the Midnight Ride?

Yes! The very same. Well done.

Now, an important question.

Which of you has ever lost a tooth?

Ah...

And which of you has a
loose tooth right now?

Okay, kids,

that's it for today. How about a nice round

of applause for Mr. Ichabod Crane.

Is everything okay

with that boy? Gregory?

Oh, he's just a little woozy.

Actually, he's very
close to losing a tooth.

Maybe the assembly was
a little much for him.

Oh.

Thank you.

Gregory.

Hey.

I want you to take this.

It'll protect you against the
things that only you can see.

You understand?

Good.

That's who we need to watch tonight.

And Sarah Fogel. Do we have the location

- of Revere's bag?
- Yes.

It's at the Colonial Raleigh Museum.

Abbie's throwing her FBI weight around

trying to get it shipped to us overnight.

The silver coins are a good repellent,

but we have to find a
way to kill this thing.

If silver is the Abyzou's foible,

perhaps a weapon of that
nature can deal a fatal blow.

No, sir, I am actually
acutely aware of the fact

that this is a delicate and valuable relic.

I have a feeling the
Colonial Raleigh Museum

is not impressed with Abbie's FBI status.

I happen to have greater reverence

for historical artifacts
than you could ever imagine.

How now, my name is Ichabod Crane,

curator of the soon to be

Hudson Valley Historical
Society and Armory.

How do you fare?

Superlative. You see,

the reason for this summon in sooth

is that this weekend is our grand opening,

and we were so hoping, perhaps
a little beetle-headely,

that Paul Revere's dentistry bag could be

the featured article in
our premiere exhibition...

Forging the Forefathers:
The Men Behind the Masters.

Blessed be your heart.

Yes, first thing on the
morrow would be divine.

I can give you the address,
if you have a quill.

Lieutenant,

any activity outside young Gregory's home?

Nope. All quiet

on the Abyzou front. You?

Much the same.

You know, you mainline

a lot of sugar for a guy

who won't get his teeth cleaned.

You're back in the saddle, huh?

Jenny finally set you up?

Beg your pardon?

Don't worry, I've been through it, too.

The Mills sisters are
great at killing monsters,

but their true passion lies in matchmaking.

Word to the wise... if they
try to hook you up with Diane...

run.

If you are referring to Miss Corinth,

she is guiding me through the procurement

of my citizenship.

She is a dragoman,

an advisor, a-a tutor.

Nothing more.

Yes, I had a math tutor
in high school... Fred.

We didn't text every two minutes.

And if we did, we wouldn't have
used that little monkey emoji

where he covers his eyes.

Mr. Corbin...

in my experience, obfuscating
a working relationship

by indulging in auxiliary feelings

can become rather... complicated.

I don't know.

Sounds like you're overthinking it.

As is my way.

I know, baby. I miss you, too.

Here.

Yep. Yeah.

Lisa...

Oh, it's just not that easy.

- Please?
- What? Hold on.

What is with you tonight?

I just want you to watch with me.

All right,

I'll make you a deal.
You give me ten minutes

to finish up my phone call,

I will take you out for ice cream.

Does that sound fun?

Ten minutes, okay?

Yeah.

No. He's ridiculous.

Jen?

I have something I want to tell you,

and I don't think you're gonna like it.

I found Dad.

Yeah, I knew something was up.

I found him five years ago.

He moved around a lot before he remarried.

Pamela. Stepson Walter.

Really sold them a bill of goods.

Five years?

I've been feeling guilty
for not telling you

for two months, and you've known

- for five years?
- Oh, come on,

what was I supposed to say?

The guy who wants nothing to do with us

has a new address and family?

I thought it would upset you.
I know how much you hate him.

I don't hate him. I'm
trying to have an open mind.

You're the one who can't stop
talking about how horrible he is.

Because that's what you've
told me my whole life.

- Come on!
- He left

when I was three... I
barely even remember the guy.

I only hate him because you hate him.

You said he ruined our childhood.

You want to reconnect with that deadbeat?

Go ahead.

Just don't come crying to me

when it turns out he's still a jerk.

It's go time.

Hey. Where's the monster, Greg?

- Show us.
- There!

- Where?
- To the left!

Where is it now?

- Right!
- I can't see it.

In front of you!

There it is!

Wow! Okay. Someone's excited for ice cream.

Let's go, you little monster.

Did you see that?

I got an idea.

There!

Jenny?

Abbie!

Abbie.

Abbie.

Abbie! Abbie.

She is strong, Miss Jenny.

The strongest person I've ever known

in this or any other time.

Clearly, our limited knowledge
of the Abyzou has led us astray.

Silver may repel the beast,

but it by no means inflicts a mortal wound.

I should like to return to the Archives,

examine the texts further.

There may be a detail we missed.

I'm gonna stick around
here for a bit longer.

Of course.

Lieutenant?

Your duty in this battle is now to heal.

This is not your time, dear friend.

What happened to your sister?

She got hurt.

The doctors told my parents

they don't think my sister's gonna wake up.

I'm her big sister. I was
supposed to protect her.

This is all my fault.

Hey.

You know, when Abbie and
I were about your age,

we got into this huge fight.

We didn't talk for a long, long time.

But now, whenever I think about Abbie,

I never think about that fight.

I just think of the good times

and all the ways she's
been such a great sister.

That's how I think about her,

and that's how Tessa thinks about you.

Because you're her big sister.

There's no one she loves more than you.

And nothing in the world...

no monster, no evil...

can ever change that.

You and I,

we're gonna have many more

happy years together with our sisters.

I promise.

So many words

and empty promises these
adults of yours make.

Huh?

I don't even know how
they keep it all straight,

seeing as they don't believe you.

I believe you.

And if you've a mind to,

I know what you can do to help
make your sister all better.

So, what do you we got?

Would you believe it?
Actual dentistry tools.

They call to mind many a torturous memory

but bring us no closer
to defeating the Abyzou.

Oh, Revere and his secrets.

He was too clever by half.

Everything is masked
by a cipher or a riddle,

or buried beneath one of
his banal colloquialisms.

"Nothing is as it seems."

"The forest for the trees."

"The whole is greater
than the sum of its parts."

"The sum of its parts."

These tools fit together.

They create a greater contraption.

Revere used these parts to build a weapon,

one that could defeat the Abyzou.

Dentist tools provided the perfect cover,

but he needed something more: ammunition.

Silver.

Not for filling teeth

and not for killing the Abyzou.

Something else, then.

If only I knew what
happened behind that door.

There was a flash of light.

Silver nitrate.

An explosive chemical compound

used in experiments with
early flash photography.

So silver nitrate creates a flash of light.

And there are trace amounts of it in water,

which would explain why Abbie and I

briefly saw the Abyzou's
form back at the Gonda house.

So silver exposes the Abyzou and
leaves it vulnerable to attack.

It must have a weak point, a
kill shot that you have to see.

That's how silver weakens it.

And that's how we kill it.

Hello, Sleepyhead.

What the hell are you doing here?

Shh.

There's no need for that.

There's no need for any of it.

But we fight

and we fight and we fight, don't we?

And then we get hurt.

Poor thing.

As long as you keep attacking children...

I will keep fighting.

You're not like the others, are you?

And you don't crave mortality.

Not your own or your sister's

or even your fellow Napalutu.

Napalutu...

And yet you fight.

You fight like you have something to lose.

So what is it, my brave one?

What is the one pesky thing

that you cannot accept

to lose?

It can't be your mother.

We know what happened to her.

Then what about your father?

Mm.

God spoke to my father.

Told him to beat me.

Until I forgot all language.

When I tired of it...

he sold me to slavery,

boasting of my prelapsarian innocence.

But then...

when I learned how to speak again,

I convinced my owner to
feed my father to his lion.

And it was sadder than I expected.

But I suppose that's
that parent-child bond.

Well... I do hope

that you didn't grow too attached

to those two little girls.

Such a tragedy.

Inside, now!

Crane!

Crane!

The silver nitrate wore off.

I lost it.

No!

Very good.

Oh, my God. Jessica.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Hi, Mommy. Hi, Daddy.

Hi, Pumpkin.

It worked, Crane.

You guys got there just in time.

She's fine.

Good.

And I am pleased

you're back to your old form, Lieutenant.

Crane.

Regarding the other day.

I'm sorry for shutting you out.

I was so worried about my niece.

No, I congratulate you on her recovery.

But it seems it is I who should apologize.

I appear to have mistaken
a certain intimacy

between us based on
our working partnership,

and the amorous roles we oft inhabit.

I was wrong.

Mea culpa.

My expectations are adjusted.

My dear Crane, you overthink things.

You know that.

For once,

would you just go with it?

Yes, I think you might be right.

Crane.

Crane.

It's over.

How now? Yes.

The dentist. Uh, when he arrives,

fetch my timber plank to put it in my teeth

to bite for the pain.

It's over there.

By my codicil!

The dentist has come and gone.

The whole procedure is done.

And you passed

with flying colors.

Ah.

This is extraordinary.

That's what I've been trying to tell you.

Marvels of modern dentistry.

Dentist said cut back on the gummy bears

and come back in six months for a cleaning.

A... a gift.

Oh, thank you.

You've given me so much.

I'm sorry.

She's given me so much joy.

The joy of dentistry.

You were having a pretty crazy dream, huh?

No. No...

No, I recall no visions.

It's Zoe.

And as loopy as you are,
unless it's an emergency,

I suggest you wait to respond.

- Obliged. You're right, as always.
- Mm-hmm.

It's a selfie

with a copy

of Thomas Paine's Common Sense.

- Thomas Paine.
- Yeah. None of

these texts have anything
to do with your citizenship.

They're all very flirty.

You made a bit-moji?

I'm adorable.

Abbie, got a name on our shard thief,

or at least the one she's
going by... Sophie Foster.

Not much out there, but a couple

who heard about the job said Atticus Nevins

was footing the bill.

I'm gonna dig into him,
see what I can find.

- Cool.
- Hey, Abby.

I'm sorry.

I should have told you about Dad.

And me blaming my issues with him on you...

that wasn't fair.

It's okay.

But I also know

that no matter what...

we're gonna be fine.

No fight is ever gonna keep us apart again.

So, what do you want to do?

You want to talk to him?

I do.

But then, I think about
his, you know, new life,

new family, his kid.

I don't want to screw that up for anyone.

Not even him.

Well, you know, we don't need to.

We got each other.

That's all that matters.

Mm.

- Find anything?
- Yes.

Though it is rather disconcerting.

The word Pandora spoke to you, "Napalutu"

is Sumerian for "destroyers."

The very same word engraved
on our prophesied tablet.

So this isn't the mythical
Pandora of ancient Greek fame?

Pandora is an archetypal figure,

present in a plethora of cultures.

It appears this one hails from Sumeria.

Which means that she's connected
to the prophecy somehow?

One that says that we destroy the world.

Though I'm not sure that I buy

some slip of the tongue from Pandora.

Well, erroneous message or not,

what's in it for releasing
evil upon Sleepy Hollow?

To test us, raise the level of fear?

But more importantly, Lieutenant,

what if there is some truth to it?

What if we are the destroyers?

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