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♪ From Boston Harbor ♪

♪ We set sail ♪

♪ And the wind was blowing ♪

♪ A devil of a gale ♪

♪ With a ring-tail set ♪

♪ All abaft the mizzen peak ♪

♪ And a Rule Britannia ♪

♪ Plowing up the deep ♪

♪ With a big bow wow ♪

♪ Tow row row ♪

♪ Fal dee ral dee di do day... ♪

Have to lay off

the flapjacks

if you're gonna fit

into that one.

Lieutenant.

Uh, this is not

as it seems.

I thought your...

unmentionables

were in the

hand washing basket.

Your hand washing basket,

not my hands.

Why are you doing

any of my laundry

in the first place, Crane?

As you were

kind enough

to offer me a room

until I found my own residence,

I thought I should do something

to repay you.

So I tidied,

top to bottom,

prepared a meal-- you're in

for a treat, there.

Half the colonial army were

after my Bedfordshire Clanger.

(smoke alarm beeping)

(Crane exclaims)

(alarm stops)

Oh, hell's teeth!

Our first week

as roommates

and I've befouled

the kitchen.

If we found a way to put

the brakes on the Apocalypse,

we can make this work.

I had roommates

in college.

It's all about respecting

boundaries, Crane.

As Ben Franklin was wont to say,

"Love thy neighbor,

yet don't pull down your hedge."

Yeah. Good fences

make good neighbors.

And in this case,

if you can't stand the heat,

use somebody else's kitchen.

Takeout.

Capital idea.

Reach for the sun, my little one

Reach for the sun and smile

Soon you'll have the fear

you need to grow.

From the depths

of the darkness inside you

Will you bring forth

the evil I desire?

(indistinct whispering)

A little sun, a little rain

And then, my sweet,

A flower.

♪ ♪

We have to do something.

Tell someone what we know.

Look, it's the right thing.

Of course I'm scared.

We all are.

Excuse me.

You've got to tell

me your secret.

I can't ever seem to get

any signal in here.

MAN (over P.A.):

Now arriving on Track 9,

train number 290.

He's jumping at shadows.

I have just the thing for you.

MAN:

FBI, how do I direct your call?

My name is Paul Everett.

Can I speak to an agent?

He has a secret

and he's terrified

it will be discovered.

Just be a dear

and take your time

pulling his secret

from him, will you?

I'm really quite enjoying

watching these mortals squirm.

I have important information.

Can you hold, please?

Yeah, I'll hold.

(indistinct whispering)

It's dangerous, Paul. We don't

know what he's capable of.

Williams is right.

If we give any sign

that we know...

Secrets...

EVERETT: We have to go public.

We can't let him

get away with it.

Secrets kill.

Granger's replacement arrives

sometime this week.

Whole lot of scuttlebutt

as to who that might be.

Just think of the uproar,

were people to discover

the true nature

of your former commanding

officer's demise.

Only in Sleepy Hollow does

your boss get eaten by a demon.

Mmm.

You were always able

to balance your police work

with your duty as a Witness.

Maybe.

But it's not a balancing act

I want to keep up forever.

I'm building something here,

Crane.

The kind of life I've always

seen for myself.

(phone ringing)

Agent Mills.

MAN:

Dispatch here.

We have a code 001B-36

at the Tarrytown train station.

His name was Paul Everett.

He worked for the county,

an accountant at

the comptroller's office.

The SHPD medical examiner

says he died of a heart attack.

Well, the last call

he made was to the FBI,

which makes it

our business.

Operator said he didn't

get any details;

just asked for an agent.

All calls into the switchboard

are recorded.

Send me a copy, please?

Thank you.

It seems uncommon

for someone so young

to suffer a cardiac arrest.

Look at his

expression.

He looks absolutely

terrified.

MAN:

Probably was.

Muscle rigidity

is often the side effect

of a sudden heart attack.

(chuckles)

Agent Reynolds.

Aren't you posted in Chicago?

Was.

Until 24 hours ago.

Oh, the Bureau thinks

we need extra bodies

to fill the gaps as they vet

Granger's replacement?

No, actually.

I am the replacement.

You're the new regional chief?

(quietly):

Wow.

(Crane clears throat)

My name is Ichabod Crane.

I consulted for the sheriff's

department last year

on matters of

historical relevancy.

Agent Daniel Reynolds.

Agent Mills and I

were at the academy together.

Not sure there's much

historical relevance

to a 32-year-old man

dying of a heart attack.

Lieutenant--

Agent Mills and I

were just at home

having dinner.

She was called here, so...

Oh. I see.

You two...

Are roommates.

And he was just... heading home.

I was?

Mm-hmm.

I am just on

my way home.

Agent Reynolds,

the pleasure

is ineffably mine.

Sorry. I should've called

to give you a heads up.

It happened so quickly,

I literally just

got off the plane.

Give me an hour

to swing by the office

and get settled, and you can

fill me in on all this?

Absolutely.

Sir.

(laughs)

Life, right?

Of all the gin joints,

I get assigned to Abbie Mills'

old stomping grounds.

After all the stories

you told me,

I almost feel like

I've lived here before.

Yeah, let's just hope

you don't want to leave

as bad as I did.

You made peace with that.

Like anywhere,

there's good, there's bad.

But duty comes first.

Right?

True.

True, and I'd better

get busy with mine.

Good to see you, Abs.

Yep, you too, Danny.

It's quite a facade, isn't it?

Yes.

Most impressive.

Reynolds wants me

to kick the tires

on this one.

Everett called the FBI

minutes before he died.

We need to find out

if he had a reason.

I fear this man

Everett's death

may have been caused by

a supernatural entity.

You saw something?

Just a glimpse.

There may be a new threat

hiding in the shadows.

Or... is one, itself.

I found references to creatures

of shadows and darkness--

blights, wraiths, ghouls, oni,

bogeymen.

I don't know

what's worse:

the supernatural

back in full force

or Daniel Reynolds as my boss.

Your former classmate.

Daniel's

a climber.

He's half the reason

I got through the academy

as fast as I did.

We pushed each other.

Competition can be

a strong motivator.

Lieutenant...

I sensed something

between the two of you

that seemed...

more than professional.

Yeah?

Mind your business.

A good fences moment,

perhaps?

That's right, neighbor.

Now what is

all this?

Ah.

A plan to keep the archive

in our possession.

I've applied

to have it declared

an historic landmark.

Did you know

there was a proposition

to tear it down

and erect an apothecary?

An apothecary! Another one!

Amidst the onslaught

of these faceless monstrosities,

we must make a stand

to preserve our history.

Now, are we

talking about

this place or you?

I shall find my place

in this modern world,

but never at the expense

of my colonial soul.

I'm not going

to argue.

The archive is crucial

as a base of operations--

now more than ever,

if this new threat

isn't an isolated event.

Sadly, we have more questions

than answers at the moment.

Especially if that thing means

what you think it does.

And for all the good

that we try to do,

what if our destiny

is to become

agents of destruction?

(computer beeps)

Crane,

there's a message that

Paul Everett left for the FBI.

I may be able to find a clue

as to what happened to him

in the background noise

of the phone call.

My name is Paul Everett.

Can I speak to an agent?

I have important information.

MAN: Can you hold, please?

Yeah, I'll hold.

ABBIE:

You see?

It keeps recording

for another 15 seconds.

No sounds of attack,

no sounds of distress

from Everett.

No, wait,

there is something else.

(indistinct whispering)

CRANE:

Voices.

Whispering.

Other commuters?

I can filter out

some of the interference.

WOMAN:

Williams is right.

EVERETT:

We have to go public with this.

We can't let him

get away with it.

So that's Everett talking.

But who was he talking to?

VOICE:

Kill for secrets.

ABBIE:

There's another voice,

but it's not

on the same wavelength.

I can scrub and boost it.

VOICE:

Secrets. Secrets.

What is that?

Kill for secrets.

Secrets.

I will kill.

CRANE: A shadow that moves

as if alive,

in conjunction

with whispering voices,

jogged a memory...

something I'd read in your

ancestor Grace Dixon's journal.

Sometimes all it takes

is to put pen to paper

to make a difference, hmm?

CRANE:

Here.

25th of September, 1776.

Ms. Dixon overheard a rumor

that General Howe--

who was the commanding

British officer

stationed in occupied

New York City--

had raised

a whispering wraith

in order to root out

colonial spies.

A dark ceremony, in which

a human host is bonded

with demonic

shadows.

Here...

these initials, M.C.

The host in question

was an unfortunate wretch

named Marcus Collins.

A friend of yours?

Turncoat.

A rank, base villain

who reneged on his vow

to fight for liberty.

Not a friend.

It appears he was not only

turned by Howe,

but literally transformed,

sent out to kill his fellows.

Brave souls,

with a secret worth

dying for.

General Howe's

battle plans.

Had these men lived

to deliver that information...

thousands of lives

would have been spared.

Washington lost confidence

in Marcus Collins' loyalty--

feared General Howe might learn

the identities

of the other agents.

I was tasked

with their extraction.

I attended an event

at the billeted quarters

of General Howe,

where I was to make contact

with the spymaster,

none other than my constant

companion in adventure,

Betsy Ross.

♪ ♪

Would the lady

grant me the honor?

The gentleman

is too kind.

The honor is all mine.

What the hell

are you doing, Crane?

If anyone recognizes you,

you'll be shot as a deserter.

I shan't be here

long enough.

And neither will you.

Your cover's

been blown.

Marcus Collins is a turncoat.

(gasps)

We must warn

the others.

The secrets we share are

invaluable to the war effort.

How many are embedded with you?

Two men.

One poses as Howe's valet,

the other, that violin player.

BETSY:

Howe is looking this way.

Does he know you, Crane?

We met many

years ago,

when I first arrived

on these shores.

I'll handle him.

And warn the others. Go.

We'll meet at

the stables in an hour.

General...

I haven't had

the chance to thank you

for this delightful party.

In a moment.

There is someone

I must have words with first.

When a moment passes,

it is gone forever.

Or one can stop

and take...

full advantage of it.

I was beginning to worry.

Your clothing,

Betsy...

I told you I'd handle Howe.

Not like that,

my dear.

Ready the horses

while I look

for the others.

They're dead, Crane.

Both of them.

Is that you,

you traitorous wretch?

Come out of the shadows,

Marcus Collins.

Come out and face me!

I'll have your head,

Marcus Collins!

MAN:

This way!

Fire on sight!

Hyah! Yah!

Betsy, come on!

Are you all right?

How could I not be?

Hyah! Hyah!

Crane... Crane.

And now it seems the same dire

wraith who killed my fellows

stalks the streets

of Sleepy Hollow.

So this creature was sent

to root out spies

who shared a secret then.

He may have

the same M.O.

An excellent supposition,

Lieutenant.

The voices on Everett's

call to the FBI.

An unnamed woman and

a man named Williams.

And Everett worked

as an accountant

at the county

comptroller's office.

If they were coworkers,

they may be

the wraith's next victims.

Here he is.

Richard Williams.

(phone rings)

Hey, Joe.

What?

No, no, no.

Don't call the police.

I'll-I'll be right there.

JOE:

When I first got to your place,

I thought you had a wild party

and I was like,

"Why didn't she invite me?"

And then I noticed

the busted lock.

What were

you doing

way out here in the first place?

No, I was bringing

over some stuff

you left up

in my dad's cabin.

Just poked my head in,

saw the mess.

Thanks for this.

Hey, he...

he was as much a father to you

as he was to me.

You know, whoever did this,

it doesn't look like a B and E.

It's more like they were

searching for something?

That's very astute,

Encyclopedia Brown.

Yeah, well,

you and Abbie

may have been his protégés,

but I inherited

some of my dad's

cop instincts.

Hmm.

Like, I can tell

when you're holding back.

Come on, what are you

mixed up in?

Nothing.

Really.

(chuckles)

I've been keeping it

super low-key lately.

(sighs)

What is it with you

and your sister anyway?

Look, you know,

just 'cause my dad

kept me on the outside

of his investigation

into the strange and stranger,

doesn't mean you have to.

Corbin led Abbie and I

down a path

'cause we were already on it.

And not by choice.

Okay, you know,

you can slice it

any way you want, Mills.

Look, you knew

a side of him

that I never got to know.

But I've been back in town

almost six months.

I figured at some point,

you might let me in.

It's not fun and games, Joe.

People die.

Yeah, and my father

was one of them.

Look, he wasn't just stumbling

around in the dark.

He was on a mission.

Sending you off

all over the world

to track things

down for him.

And before he had a chance

to tell me word one

about why he did what he did,

he was gone.

Look...

you and Abbie

are the closest thing

that I have left to family.

I want you to look me

in the eye,

tell me you have no idea

why this happened.

I will call around, okay?

See what I can find out.

(sighs)

The one thing

I know about your dad?

He didn't want you

to follow in

his footsteps.

Just wanted you to find

something worth doing.

The fact that you

were able to parlay

Marine medical training

into a job as an EMT?

(chuckles)

That would've made him so proud.

Look, will you just promise

you'll tell me

if there is something going on?

Absolutely.

(laughs softly)

All right, yeah.

Later, Mills.

Yeah, later.

CRANE:

Let's hope we find Mr. Williams

before the whispering wraith

catches scent

of his secrets.

(doorbell rings)

Is anyone home?

Mr. Williams?

It's Agent Mills

with the FBI.

I have some questions

regarding your association

with Paul Everett.

(indistinct whispering)

Mr. Williams?

ABBIE:

Is anyone home?

Mr. Williams?

Lieutenant?

We have company.

(indistinct whispering)

Cease!

No further.

Secrets.

Give us the names!

Secrets.

(indistinct whispering)

(Abbie grunts)

(tires screech)

The wraith's gone after

Williams.

Mm-hmm.

(Abbie groans)

Come on.

(indistinct whispering)

(Williams screaming)

WRAITH:

Secrets kill.

Neither one of the victims

had any priors.

There's no reason why Williams

should have bolted like he did.

I'm gonna head inside

and see what I can find.

I'll return to

the archives,

see if I can discern a way to

combat this whispering wraith.

(door opens, closes)

(floorboard creaks)

(clattering)

Easy, slick.

I'm a friendly.

Sorry.

I'm a little jumpy.

The guy who lives here

took off running

when he got a visit

from the FBI.

So I don't know what to expect.

But you have a theory.

I know that look--

you've caught a scent.

Maybe.

Don't know

where it leads.

Everett and Williams

knew each other.

Both worked at the comptroller's

office.

One had a heart attack,

the other drove into a tree.

Not exactly a pattern, I know.

Not yet, but there's

something else,

or you wouldn't be on it.

Look, what we had, you and I,

at the academy...

That was then.

I just don't want it

to be weird between us.

We work well together,

always have.

Even when our...

"dynamic" changed.

Points for the euphemism.

I haven't heard that one before.

We'll figure it out, Danny.

We always did.

Look, if you think there's

something to sniff out here,

go for it.

I trust your instincts.

Thank you.

Sir.

("Not Fade Away"

by Buddy Holly plays)

♪ Bah, bah, bah-bah ♪

♪ Bah, bah,

bah-bah ♪

♪ I'm-a gonna tell you

how it's gonna be ♪

♪ Bah, bah, bah-bah ♪

♪ You're gonna give

your love to me ♪

♪ Bah, bah, bah-bah ♪

♪ I want to love you

night and day... ♪

Hey, you got a problem?

No problems, man.

I just need you

to take a ride with me.

I'm sorry, what?

♪ Bah, bah, bah-bah ♪

♪ Bah, bah,

bah-bah ♪

♪ Bah, bah, bah-bah ♪

♪ Bah, bah,

bah-bah. ♪

Williams and Everett discovered

an embezzlement scheme

planned by the Westchester

County comptroller,

Arthur Weissman.

Now, he is out to siphon

county employees' pension plans

and steal millions.

And they sought to stop him,

to remove a blight

on their community,

just like the heroic spies who

sought to topple General Howe

as he bled dry

the city of New York.

And now the very same traitorous

wretch who silenced my fellows

seeks once again

to remove a secret

before it can be brought

to light.

Don't hold back.

The truth is,

the creature's shadows

brought forth a secret

of which I have not spoken

to another soul.

I was captured,

brought forth to General Howe.

He offered me

a full pardon

if I give him a list of names

of Washington's spies.

So I took

quill in hand...

and, uh...

You didn't do it.

No, I escaped, put

the whole thing behind me.

But the thought had

been there, the intention.

It was a moment of doubt

that has plagued me since.

But in the end

you did the right thing.

And what about you?

Did you feel... anything?

There are more urgent secrets

that we need to deal with.

A secretary named Susan James

helped Williams

and Everett

get the information

that they needed.

She helped them

build their case.

We need to help her do

the right thing.

Is it possible this crooked

politician conjured the wraith

to conceal his scheme?

Right now,

who did doesn't matter.

If the wraith is targeting

anyone who knows this secret,

she is next.

Next but not last.

You cracked the case,

Lieutenant.

And in doing so, you let us

in on their secret.

The whispering wraith may

threaten Susan James,

but now we know the secret.

It will most certainly

come for us.

I have a little shadow

That goes in and out with me

And what can be the use of him

is more than I can see.

(electrical buzzing)

SUSAN:

What is this place?

You said we were going

to a safe house.

I said I was gonna

take you somewhere safe.

Your coworkers died because of

the secret that you shared.

We're gonna make sure

that nothing happens to you.

Miss James, welcome.

My name is Ichabod Crane.

Please stay

within the light.

Danger may lurk in the shadows.

You know, whatever

it is you want, man,

she won't give

it to you.

You don't know Jenny Mills

like I know Jenny Mills.

JENNY:

Hey, Randall.

Sit tight, okay?

You know this creep?!

Me and Mills

go way back.

Don't we?

I heard you quit the

game and gone soft.

I didn't want

to believe it.

You were damn good.

Well, I heard they locked you up

and threw away the key.

RANDALL:

Down in Louisiana.

But some interested parties

pulled some strings,

parties interested

in what you've got--

the Shard of Anubis.

I've had it for years,

and no one gave a damn.

What's so important

about it?

You'd know

better than me.

August Corbin sent

you after it, right?

And this here is his son.

Isn't that a kicker?

I'll tell you what.

You hand over the shard,

you two can walk.

See, I can walk already.

You're the one with the limp.

(grunting)

Hey, hold it.

Did you mean what you said,

about the shard?

Sure I did, before you

kicked me in the leg.

Come on, man.

You insulted me.

You said I

went soft.

What do we got

without our reputation?

(chuckles)

(laughs)

Now, if this is a fake,

I'm gonna come back to visit.

(car door opens, closes)

(car engine starts)

You all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

He said he knew my dad?

Yeah, they used to run

in the same circle.

What was that thing

you gave him?

It doesn't matter.

The hell it doesn't.

The guy just

kidnapped me for it.

It doesn't matter, Joe.

You could have

been killed.

Let me just get you out of here,

and we can go back to our lives.

Tell me you're close to finding

a way to stop this thing.

There are many methods cited

to dispelling shadow beings,

but unless you have

an arrow blessed

by one of the high

priests of Angkor...

Yeah, well,

not on short notice.

You certain that, as long

as these lights stay on,

he can't get in?

Theoretically, yes.

These lights should

keep him at bay.

The wraith draws power

from the shadows.

Without them, he should

be at a disadvantage.

Let's hope it

buys us enough time

to figure out how

to get rid of him permanently.

How long am I supposed

to stay here?

When can I give my statement?

Trust me

when I tell you

that this is all

for your safety.

I just want to be done

with it, all of it.

The weight of carrying

a secret like this,

it's debilitating.

Believe me, I know.

(electrical buzzing)

Whoa.

What was that?

Is that a short

in the line?

I shall go and see.

Be careful.

It wants us as much

as it wants her.

(electrical buzzing)

(electrical crackling)

(gasps)

Give us the names.

The names, Crane.

Damn you, foul creature.

My secrets are my own.

Go back.

Back to whatever shadow

you crawled from.

(grunting)

(gasping)

ABBIE:

Get off him!

(booming)

Crane.

Stay with me,

stay with me.

WRAITH (whispering):

Secrets kill.

(loud boom)

There's nowhere for us

to run, Lieutenant.

This creature will

surely find us.

We must find a way

to defeat it.

A weakness we can exploit

so we can escape unscathed.

That's it-- it

wants secrets.

Yours, mine, Betsy Ross'.

If Betsy knew the same secrets

as the spies that were killed,

why was she spared?

I did not see

the creature that day.

I had no idea

it was responsible.

Look away.

(loud boom)

The answer is in your

memory of that day.

Something Betsy did

got it off her scent

and can get it off of ours.

Right, uh...

Betsy was angry.

I-I heard her shout.

I'll have your head,

Marcus Collins!

Come out and face me!

CRANE:

Remembering it now,

the shadows retreated

when she said...

his name.

Of course.

Many demonic entities

share one weakness--

if you know

their true name,

their power

cannot harm you.

Crane?!

Come down.

Come on,

come out of the shadows,

Marcus Collins.

Oh.

I called your name.

Marcus Collins,

the traitorous wretch

who betrays his fellows.

Marcus Collins.

No longer can you skulk

in the shadows, Marcus Collins.

Come and face me!

Come on!

You willingly made

a pact with evil.

I had the same choice.

Give us the names!

I will never recant my decision

to be an American.

I will never, never

go back on my oath

to fight for freedom

against tyranny!

I was offered clemency

by the enemy,

but I did not accept it,

because I hold firm

and you do not!

(growls)

(Crane grunting)

(roaring)

Thank you, Lieutenant.

It appears the

threat has passed.

All that's left is to bring

one more secret into the light.

(door opens)

This whole Marcus Collins thing

is still bothering you?

Well...

Yes, I defied General Howe.

Yes,

I refused to bewray

my fellow spies.

But I did consider the option.

Now, what does

that say about me?

That you are

a human being,

like the rest of us.

And when the

chips came down,

you did the right thing.

Hmm.

To which we always strive.

Nevertheless,

the shame of that moment stuck

for centuries.

Hmm.

It's all the more reason

why settling in this time

is so important.

And of course,

having you by my side

is the greatest boon.

Mmm.

The weight of a secret lifted.

It's very freeing.

Okay.

This is something

I haven't been able

to talk about

with anyone.

In the months

that you were gone,

without anything

supernatural

crawling out

of the woodwork,

a lot of personal

stuff came up.

And after learning

everything about my mother,

I searched the FBI database...

and I found my father.

He's alive.

He lives up in Saratoga.

Now, you've not

seen him since...?

Not since I was six.

Oh.

So, it got

me wondering

what was his life like?

Why did he leave?

Why he never came back?

I've been watching him.

I take pictures.

I don't know why.

(laughs)

Uh...

Maybe it's control.

Maybe it's... to try to have

some kind of connection

from afar.

Every time I tell myself,

today I'm gonna

get out of the car,

I'm gonna walk over,

I'm gonna say something.

I haven't.

I don't know if I can.

And I haven't told Jenny,

because she'd want

to do something now.

(both chuckle)

But I'm not sure I'm ready yet.

You've made

the first step.

Just sharing with me.

No, Lieutenant,

take that victory.

It is hard won.

ABBIE:

Susan James' secret is out,

Weissman is behind bars,

and the pension plan is safe.

Talk about a solid first

couple of days on the new job.

You spun gold

out of straw on this one.

You gave me the room

to do what I do,

and I appreciate that.

I am a little surprised

you took this job

in the first place.

Regional chief at a small,

resident agency like this?

Build my résumé,

polish the skill set.

Then go large.

That's the Daniel Reynolds

I know.

Like you don't have

an exit strategy.

I remember a lot of "big fish

growing out of their pond"

talk back at the academy.

Or was that just something to

fill the pauses over breakfast?

I know what I said.

But...

I have responsibilities.

To who-- your sister?

Your roommate?

And-and-and what is it

about guys with accents?

Don't push it, Reynolds.

Hey, I know you don't

see yourself here forever.

And if we play

our cards right,

we can help each other

get what we both want.

You sure I

still want it?

After what you showed me today,

try and convince me otherwise.

Like you said,

solid first few

days on the job.

See where it takes us.

You know, I think

after being handcuffed

to a tree, I, uh,

I deserve some kind

of an explanation.

(quiet laugh)

Once you open the door, Joe,

this whole world

that Abbie and I are a part of,

you can't close it so easily.

You know,

whatever my father was after,

he wasn't afraid to find it.

It was his life's work, Jenny,

and he never got to finish it.

Never found

what he was looking for.

What kind of a son am I

if I don't at least try

to pick up where he left off?

So, if the shard

meant something to him,

it should mean something to us.

Wait, you want to go after it?

Like, together?

Damn straight.

I want you to show me

what that side of his life

was all about.

Like it or not,

it's the only legacy he left me.

It's just a part of my life

I've never shared

with anyone before.

I know.

I'm saying I think

it's time you did.

CRANE:

Ms. Corinth,

thank you once again

for your reconnoiter

of the property.

Your archive

is an amazing building,

totally deserving

of historic status.

There is only one

stumbling block.

You're

a British citizen.

Uh... I consider myself

an American.

Sure, but the State

won't release funds

unless you're

an American citizen

or have landed immigrant status.

You can try and take it up

with the permit office.

Mr. Crane?

Oh, uh, yes.

Thank you.

That's very generous of you.

You shall hear from me soon.

ABBIE:

The coffee shop.

I don't understand.

It's right there.

No longer.

And it apparently never was.

But I spoke to a

woman that day--

the coffee shop hostess.

This woman?

That is her.

There's Paul Everett.

She's talking to him.

Could she be connected

to the arrival

of the whispering wraith?

I met that woman.

At Mabie's last week.

She told me her name.

You from out of town?

Yes, I just arrived.

Pandora.

Pandora!

Pandor...

As in the mythical

woman with the box?

ABBIE:

This isn't a myth.

Whoever... whatever she is,

she's here now

in Sleepy Hollow

throwing monsters at us.

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?

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