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♪ ♪

So many of you...

...trying to emerge.

Innocent souls...

call out to me.

Send me a gift

that will make them all see

what dwells in dark hearts...

...and faces concealed...

...make the fear

of the Witnesses

mine to reveal.

(low rumbling)

♪ ♪

CRANE:

The American dream

is dead!

What else are we to conclude

when the door to life, liberty

and the pursuit of happiness

is so cruelly slammed

in our faces?!

MAN:

Yeah!

CRANE:

This nation was forged

so that anyone who

came to her shores

may have the

opportunity to place

yet another brick

on her imperfect masonry.

(quietly):

And here comes the Jefferson.

Quoth Jefferson: "We have

more machinery of government

than is necessary."

(cheering)

I ask you...

that you look inside your heart

and do what is right.

A six-month extension

on your application

for heritage protection

for the archives building...

But once an armory

where Washington himself

dined with

General Donatein de Vimeur.

...can only be signed for

by a U.S. citizen. Next.

This is far from over.

No, no, no.

Thank you. It's over.

You gave it a try.

Just let me put my name

on the application.

Lieutenant, I appreciate

your generosity,

but I drew the

battle lines here.

Mm-hmm.

I must achieve

victory or defeat

on my own terms.

I'm late for work.

We're in this together.

Remember.

Thank you.

See you at home.

Sorry.

Oh, um...

Oh, yeah. That's him.

Good ol' Dad.

And the answer is no,

I haven't told Jenny yet.

Do you think there could be,

as they say, an upside to this?

You know,

healing of old wounds,

the forging of a new path.

Maybe.

But it feels like

too much time has passed,

and what I need to do

is let go, move on.

That's what he did.

Lieutenant?

I'm going to do it.

Do what?

Become a full citizen

of this country.

Yes, I have

rejected my fealty to England...

but I am here to consummate

my allegiance to this nation.

Ichabod Crane, American.

I like the sound of that.

WOMAN:

Nice speech.

Obliged. Oh.

Ms. Corinth, forgive me. I...

What brings you to this...

abyss of red tape and apathy?

Same as you.

Trying to get

a stay of execution

for a church in Dobbs Ferry.

The Historical Society

never rests.

Unlike this

lethargic institution.

Thomas Jefferson

would have railed

against the coffee break

to his dying breath.

(chuckles)

Look, I'm sorry,

I couldn't help overhearing

your conversation.

I think it's wonderful you're

going to apply to be a citizen.

Talk about red tape.

You're a brave man.

Well... yes.

Still, no gold is worth much

if it comes without a struggle.

John Adams?

Actually... Ichabod Crane.

Even better.

♪ ♪

(elevator bell dings)

(sighs)

Hey, Emily. Matt.

Hey there.

Uh, was thinking about going

to the new food truck today.

I hear the Korean barbecue tacos

are off the chain.

A bunch of us

are headed over to Gardot's

for lunch--

it's Rachel's birthday.

Rachel. From H.R.

Well, that sounds like

a way more fun time. (chuckles)

Well, great. See you there.

(phone beeps)

♪ Hey, Missy ♪

♪ Missy, Missy, Missy ♪

♪ So happy ♪

♪ Happy, happy, happy ♪

♪ Won't you let us

get in your way ♪

♪ Let us crawl inside ♪

♪ Your happy life ♪

♪ Hey ♪

♪ Pretty Baby plays

the center part ♪

♪ In our gullible minds ♪

♪ Hey, Missy ♪

♪ Missy, Missy, Missy ♪

♪ So happy... ♪

You're not gonna let that guy

get in the way, are you?

She's already with him.

I'm gonna close out.

(clears throat)

Just gonna run away?

Hey.

I have a better idea.

♪ She's a loaded gun... ♪

Let's show everybody

the real you.

Okay?

♪ What's your name? ♪

♪ So I'll tell you my name ♪

♪ When I'm on your skin ♪

♪ You can be the queen ♪

♪ And I'll be the king ♪

♪ I was born to echo,

but I'll never repeat ♪

♪ Not for anyone, anyone ♪

♪ Show me yours ♪

♪ I'll show you

what I got, yeah ♪

♪ I'll show you mine ♪

♪ When you tell me

what you need ♪

♪ Show me yours ♪

♪ So put your money

where your mouth is ♪

♪ I'll show you mine... ♪

(groans softly)

(sighs)

MATT:

So, dude, last night,

that blonde

from Claims, Emily?

Yeah.

Put a few drinks in her,

boom, got her number.

Which means you know

I'm hitting that tonight.

All night.

Yeah, you are.

All right, man,

see you later.

Later, bro.

PANDORA: Let's show everybody

the real you.

ABBIE:

The Shard of Anubis?

That's a pretty fancy name.

You never suspected

it had any value?

Honestly, I had no idea anyone

cared about the damn thing.

Until you had to trade it

for Joe Corbin's life.

He overheard things about me,

about his dad.

He's not about

to let that go.

Well, can you blame him?

All of a sudden, he finds out

he really didn't know half

of what the man was up to.

But you did.

He deserves to know the truth.

I mean,

I would want the same,

wouldn't you?

Okay, so...

this, uh, Randall Martin guy,

he must have wanted

the Shard pretty bad.

You say he's a low-level player?

Simply a fixer for hire.

Look, I just need a trace

on his car.

Mm-hmm. You sure

that's all?

I can handle the rest.

What about Joe?

He's family, Abbie.

If he wants to follow

in his father's footsteps,

I don't have the right

to deny him that.

Fine.

But just, you know...

take it slow

when you show him the ropes.

With little Joey Corbin?

Mm-hmm.

Trust me, baby steps.

Don't mean to interrupt.

Not at all.

Special Agent Reynolds,

this is my sister Jenny.

Danny.

Nice to finally meet

the legend in person.

Let's not get

carried away.

You got a moment for me?

Mm-hmm.

Yeah, I got to...

dash anyway.

You two have

a great day agenting.

Welcome to Sleep Hollow.

Just got a call--

local PD's office

needs assistance in a homicide.

Must be some homicide.

A stabbing downtown.

Apparently, not a drop of blood.

I told them I'd put

my best eyes on it.

Check in with me later.

You got it.

Found him exactly

like this.

Our guys haven't

touched anything.

Would you mind

getting your people back,

giving us some space?

You got it.

Multiple lacerations.

And based

on the number and depth,

significant overkill,

maybe even rage.

(grunting)

Bertie.

Crane?

Deep wounds.

Bold.

No fear of being caught.

Exsanguination.

You recognize

this M.O.?

I do.

From long ago.

So, some monster

the Brits used

against the Patriots?

No.

Lieutenant,

we are dealing

with a terror from my childhood.

My very first

encounter with pure evil.

(thunder cracks)

Who are you talking about?

He has gone by many names

over the centuries.

You might know him...

as Jack the Ripper.

How could Jack the Ripper

have been around

when you were a kid?

It was almost 100 years

before the Whitechapel murders.

Spring, 1763,

to be exact.

During my sixth form

at Eton College.

And the innocence

of my youth...

came to a very sudden end.

(thunder rumbling)

The Ripper

struck again!

Come on, Ichabod,

shake a leg!

Don't! You'll not wish

to remember him this way.

Ichabod!

CRANE:

Bertie was my closest friend.

Had been

since our very first term.

We were to spend

that summer together

at his family estate

in Berkshire.

My last memory of him is finding

his butchered remains.

Meet us on the commons

in 15 minutes.

We're going after

whoever did this.

Stephens?

What is all this?

Why are my things packed?

I'm to take you back to London,

Master Ichabod.

No, you can't.

I need to join the others,

help them find...

It is not safe for you here.

My boy, try

to understand.

Your first duty

is to ensure

the continuation

of your family name.

Your semester at Eton is over.

MAN (in distance):

Ichabod!

CRANE: I would return to Eton

following autumn

once the dust had settled.

For the rest of my time there,

fear was my constant companion.

'Cause the Ripper

was never caught.

It could have been anyone

among you.

Oh, we trusted no one.

Not our schoolmasters,

not even each other.

I became

obsessed with solving

the Ripper killings.

It was not until

this past year...

when I learned of

the infamous event

in Whitechapel,

London, 1888...

that a far larger

pattern took shape.

ABBIE:

Similar killings

have taken place,

on and off, for over 900 years,

dating back as far as

William the Conqueror

in 1066.

They're all the same killer.

A powerful, supernatural being,

spreading death and

fear in its wake.

Summoned by Pandora.

This is no coincidence,

Lieutenant.

The killing was an exact match

to what I saw as a boy.

If it's her, that means

that not only

does she know who you are,

but somehow has access

to your earliest memories.

How reassuring.

Biggest clue that we have

is how that body

was exsanguinated.

Something...

almost drained the victim

of nearly half his blood.

Yet we are left with very little

in the way of hard evidence.

In 18th century England, maybe,

but today,

with the latest and greatest

in FBI technology,

we can start by identifying

the murder weapon.

Car is cold.

I think Randall's been

posted up here a while.

Good. Means he might

still have the Shard.

Whoa! Stop!

Please don't shoot.

Where is Randall?

He's getting ice.

Look, whatever

problem you have with this guy,

just leave me out of it.

I'm just hitching

a ride out of town!

Picked the wrong guy

to party with, honey.

Damn! Damn, damn, damn!

(tires screeching)

(grunts)

Randall, please tell me this is

one of your sick perversions,

and you did not lose

the Shard to that amateur!

You got played, too, Mills.

I mean, I understand

him, but you?

You sure you're related

to August Corbin?

Hey, you know, I'm not the one

handcuffed to a shower railing.

Try my 300 mil lens.

It's hollow.

Damn it, Randall!

Did you at least

stop creeping on her

long enough to get a name?

Yeah. But I'm guessing

a fake one

like I gave to her.

(scoffs)

Hey!

Don't leave me here, man!

Come on!

Whole lost soul,

hitchhiker thing.

RANDALL:

Hey! Come on!

Straight out of

your dad's playbook.

Wait. Sorry, what are

you talking about?

How's that girl

connected to my dad?

I don't know yet,

but if she wants to play...

(crying softly)

ABBIE:

We need to find commonality

and I.D. this guy before

he strikes again.

Using the specs

from the victim's wounds

and the angles of attack,

forensics was able to

reconstruct the murder weapon.

It's not exactly

a straight razor.

It's somehow familiar.

First Crusades.

That is a Byzantine parang,

or long-bladed dagger.

Here.

Forged by

ironsmiths for

Iftikhar al-Dawla, governor

of Jerusalem, in 958 A.D.

That is a whole lot of knife,

even for Sleepy Hollow.

Legend says that those

who wield the dagger

"shall shed all virtue

and be wholly overcome

"with an unquenchable

bloodlust."

"Wholly overcome."

The knife.

It turns people

into Rippers.

We're not searching

for a monster.

We're searching for a weapon.

(sighs)

So beautiful.

You.

Please.

Just leave me alone.

I know you don't

mean that.

Now that you've had

a taste...

of that thing

buried deep inside you.

(grunting)

You feel it?

No.

I don't want it anymore.

(grunts)

Stop it.

Wh-What's happening to me?

Just one more little step.

(gasping)

(groaning)

(screaming)

(screaming)

There you are.

I'm just coming

to see you with your update.

Based on what

I'm sensing so far,

we're dealing

with a ritualistic killing.

The UnSub is targeting

specific victims.

I'm still working out

the pattern.

I would like to stay on it

for now, but that is your call.

Stay on it. Run

it through ViCAP.

Just download me

on it later.

Say over dinner?

Dinner?

You know, the meal

at the end of the day.

Okay.

No big deal. I just

think it'd be a good idea

if we clear the air

about a few things.

Tonight?

Tonight works.

Good. Then carry

on, Agent Mills.

Agent Reynolds.

That one.

That.

That one.

(gasps):

Oh.

Oh.

Mr. Crane.

Miss Corinth.

(laughs)

Uh, this is a surprise.

What brings you to...?

Oh, no. Don't tell me.

The city has rejected

my application again.

This will not stand.

Oh. No, no, it's

not about that.

It's what you

said afterwards.

How everyone should have a

chance to build a life here.

I wanted to tell you...

it really spoke to me.

It took my dad

more than a decade

and his entire savings

to become a citizen.

When he finally took

the oath of citizenship,

it was one of the proudest

moments in his life.

It is an oath

I intend to take very soon.

Look, I'm not a lawyer,

but if you'll let me,

I'd like to help you

become an American.

Ms. Corinth,

that is most kind of you,

but I could not possibly

impose on your generosity.

My brother-in-law is a member

of the Senate subcommittee

on immigration.

I would be honored to accept

your assistance.

(chuckles)

I'll call you?

I look forward to it.

Oh, please.

As if Adams would have

done any different.

PANDORA:

This was not a random choice.

The knife senses

only the deepest pain,

seeks it out and channels it

like a forge,

out of which you emerge reborn,

as you were meant to be.

Oh, the moment I saw

your wounded

and fragile heart,

I knew that you could become

what everyone fears.

The unseen

rising up amongst us.

Slowly destroying the illusion

of sanctuary from darkness.

And now that

you've tasted it--

that intoxicating feeling--

you can join an ancient

and grand history.

(thunder cracks)

You can stand by my side

and be revered by all,

but only if you abandon

all hesitation,

mercy and doubt.

The two Witnesses

will seek to stop you.

Bury your new power

deep into their hearts

and bring me back what I desire:

a destiny that

favors the strong

and destroys the weak.

You're certain this Nelson

Meyers is the man we seek?

Profile points to a white

male, mid-20s, loner type.

Someone who had access

to the building

that the victim was killed in;

and Nelson's the only one

who didn't show up

for work today.

How does turning this man

into a murderer

further Pandora's agenda?

Everything she's

thrown at us has

some kind of

personal connection.

She knows our past,

our secrets.

There's definitely a pattern;

just haven't figured it out yet.

Is it too much to ask that

the second tribulation

be easier than the first?

Nelson?

I would tell you

to drop your weapon, but I see

that's not really an option.

CRANE:

My God.

Like it?

That blade is

manipulating you, Mr. Meyers.

Anything you may have done

under its influence

can end here.

Let us help you.

Help me?

(laughs)

Go back to the guy

I was before--

invisible?

A joke?

Nelson, you need to calm down.

This is your last chance.

I don't want to hurt you.

But I want to hurt you.

Damn.

Oh, damn.

(laughs)

♪ Early every morning... ♪

Thanks, Sammy.

JENNY: Should've tried

the Reuben instead.

It's the best in the state.

I have always

loved this place.

It's quiet,

out of the way.

From those tables over there,

you can see anyone coming

a long way off.

Which is why you never

sit at the counter.

Mm.

Keep your hands

where I can see them.

This is just

a conversation.

I already sold the Shard.

This Shard?

Hidden compartment

in your car battery.

Where have I seen

that trick before?

Oh, right.

August Corbin taught it to me.

Never heard of him.

You're new to this; I get that.

Want to make a name

for yourself fast.

So you stole the Shard

from Randall.

The real question is:

who were you

going to sell it to?

You know,

the way I played

you and your boy

at that motel,

looks to me

like you've been out of the game

a little too long.

You really don't want to know

who I work for.

Or why that thing

is so important.

So just hand it over

to me now, hmm?

(chuckles softly)

How'd you get into this, huh?

Did you run away from home?

Do some time in juvie?

(chuckles)

There are a hundred

other ways to make a buck.

This life sure as hell

isn't easy.

Maybe that's

what I like about it.

Tell your employer

the Shard is mine.

A man I consider to be a father

left it in my protection,

and if you come after it again,

things will get ugly.

I guess we'll see

how that plays out.

I guess we will.

Whilst your Federal

Bureau is well-equipped

to aid us in

tracking Mr. Meyers,

once captured, we have no idea

how to undo the effects

of that blade.

Yeah.

I had the same thought,

so I went back to this.

The timeline for the Ripper

killings throughout history.

Pattern is the same: the knife

finds its way into the hands

of some innocent person,

it messes with their mind,

turns them into

a brutal killer.

Happens on and off

for over 900 years.

How does the "off" part happen?

The killings simply end.

But in each case,

the killer is never caught.

Something stops them.

Have you access

to parish records

in England in

the mid-1700s?

Specifically

Eton and Berkshire.

ABBIE: BMD index--

birth, marriages, death--

1750 onwards.

Here. 1763.

Five murders documented

over six fortnights.

Including Bertram Willoughby,

age 14.

Your friend.

No evidence of the killer

was ever found,

and the last murder

was June of that year.

The last murder.

Not the last death.

Look. Burial records show that

29 souls were lost

in that spring and summer.

All taken by...

Yellow fever.

All of them students

at Eton College.

CRANE:

I was not summoned home

because of

the Ripper killings.

It was to protect me

from infection.

You had no idea

about the outbreak?

No, none of us did.

The Crown likely hid

the truth to avoid panic.

My father must have

learned of it

by his connections

in parliament

and sent Stephens

to retrieve me.

It all tracks.

The end of every

killing spree coincides

with an outbreak of disease.

Yellow fever,

cholera, malaria,

Spanish flu.

Exsanguinated bodies.

(thunder crashes)

The knife gains power

by draining the blood

of its victims.

And when it drains someone

with a disease...

Its food source is tarnished.

It cannot survive.

We need blood.

(knocking on glass)

Agent Mills.

You need to see this.

It's forensics

on Nelson Meyers' computer.

I managed to access

the encrypted files

on his hard drive.

ABBIE:

I recognize her

from the personnel files.

Emily Kates. She worked

on the same floor as Meyers.

Obviously the object

of his twisted affection.

ABBIE:

And his next victim.

We need to move.

(siren chirps)

Ms. Kates, we need you

to come with us.

Message from Detective Chandler.

As requested, Miss Kates

is safely under his protection.

Good.

Text him back, ask him

if there's any sign of trouble.

We need to know

where Nelson is.

We start by eliminating

the places he isn't.

Sending.

As we have a limited supply

of tainted blood,

I have but two chances

to stop the Ripper.

Assuming I have time to reload.

I thought you were supposed

to be hot stuff with a musket.

I was always a little better

with a flintlock pistol

than a Brown Bess.

But I promise you...

I shall not miss.

It would seem you and I have

even more in common, Lieutenant.

We both witnessed evil

at a young age.

Even as a boy,

I was destined

to cross paths

with dark forces...

(thunder crashing)

...and to lose those

for whom I most care.

I will avenge every life

that blade has taken.

Anything from Rudi?

No.

Call him.

(speed-dial keys beeping)

RUDI: Hi, you've reached

Detective Rudi Chandler

of the Sleepy Hollow

Police Department.

Something's wrong.

Please leave a message.

Hold on.

Rudi?

Oh...

There's no sign of Emily.

Or Mr. Meyers.

(beeping)

Well, we need to seal up

this place

before he gets too far.

Two more kills.

The knife has fed again.

He'll be more powerful

than before.

(Emily screams)

Get the rifle.

Nelson?

(Emily screams)

Don't make this worse!

(Emily cries out)

NELSON:

You're interrupting us.

Release her!

Nelson, please...

Shut up!

How will harming her make

you any less of an outcast?

Huh?

You need to back off.

Fight what

that weapon

is doing to your mind.

Before it completely

consumes you.

(grunting)

Nelson,

we know you felt ignored.

But you need to know

that we can save you.

I am saved.

(grunts)

They used to laugh at me.

Think they'll

laugh at me now?

How cool is that?

Go. Lieutenant,

protect Miss Emily.

Go! Go!

(grunts)

(low snarl)

(bullets ricochet)

(grunting)

(grunting)

(grunting)

(groans)

(grunting)

(grunts)

(grunting)

♪ ♪

(coughs)

(pants)

What did you do?

(Nelson screams)

Ended this.

(coughs)

Oh, no.

Crane.

(panting)

Oh, my God.

All right. An ambulance

is on the way.

Hey. Hey, hey,

hey, hey.

Stay with me.

Stay with me, okay?

Crane. Crane.

PANDORA:

Tell me.

How does that feel?

(shuddering

breaths)

To know that his life is

slipping through your fingers.

(moaning)

To know that

you're alone now,

alone in this

fight of yours,

alone in

this world.

Stay with me, okay?

Pictures.

Mementos from the war.

(sighs)

Everything else,

he already gave to you and Abbie

or it got tossed.

No, there's nothing in here

that might explain

why the Shard's so important

or who else

might be involved.

I was the one your dad trusted

with everything.

At least, I thought so.

For all you know, she was just

another hired gun, like Randall.

With my moves?

Trading in the same circles

I used to?

Hey, we got the Shard back.

A win's a win, right?

Look, the girl had some game,

but that doesn't mean that

she worked for my dad

or even knew the man.

Your dad's life was a maze

of secrets.

I feel like we just stumbled

on a big one.

Yeah, well,

I'm getting pretty used to that.

(chuckles)

Look...

...I asked you to show

me this world, so...

wherever that leads

and whatever we learn,

I'm with you.

You think I'm gonna quit now,

when it's just getting

interesting?

More people are gonna come

after this thing, Joe.

We got to get ahead of that

by figuring out who they are.

Starting with her.

(knocking)

I need a rain check on dinner.

After the day you had,

I don't doubt it.

Congrats on helping

the local PD

get their man.

Sounds like he was

a Grade A lunatic.

He'll be in Tarrytown Psych

for a long time.

(mouths):

One.

Here's the thing:

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.

Now, that worked then

because we were equals.

Now...

you're the boss.

You're on a different track

than I am, Danny.

Just a few years ahead of you,

that's all.

We both know

you're just

as good an agent as I am.

I guess what I'm trying

to say is,

we keep working off each other,

have each other's backs,

we can do a lot of damage.

What happened between us

doesn't have to get in the way.

Glad you said something

'cause it was on my mind, too.

Thanks for the drink.

Anytime.

(door opens)

(moans softly)

(panting softly)

(weakly):

Lieutenant?

They got you on some powerful

stuff, so take it easy.

(moans softly)

Of all the damn stunts,

injecting yourself with malaria?

(chuckles softly)

For your information,

malaria was

the Patriots' greatest ally

during the Siege

of Charleston.

We had grown

resistance to the disease,

whilst the British recruits

fell ill by the hundreds.

(chuckles)

After you passed out,

she showed up.

Pandora?

(grunts)

Did she harm you?

Mm-mm. No.

More like tried to scare me.

Apparently I made her list

of people to mess with, too.

And I still don't have a

clue why she did all this.

To the Greeks,

Pandora was...

"she who sends up gifts

from beneath the Earth,

that mortals may learn

to fear their gods."

Is it not possible

that these gifts are designed

not just to bring chaos

to Sleepy Hollow...

But to raise fear.

For what reason?

And how does she gain from that?

I have no idea.

But I am certain

we shall uncover her plot

and we shall

foil it.

We are, after all,

the Witnesses.

(mimics explosion sound quietly)

I am most grateful, Lieutenant,

that you and I have found

one another...

...once again.

(chuckles)

Perfect.

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