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(girls giggling)

Are you using the purple?

Here.

Thank you.

(giggling)

Got ya! Come on. Lights out

means lights out, okay?

Off you go.

Hey.

And... teeth brushed?

Now go to bed, okay?

(crickets chirping)

(creaking in hallway)

(growling)

(screaming)

(rapid gunfire on TV)

ABBIE:

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.

(imitates horn blowing)

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.

(phone ringing)

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.

JENNY:

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.

(phone ringing)

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.

(birds singing)

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.

(laughs)

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.

(birds singing)

(knocking)

Have you seen

my quarter?

I could have sworn

I had a quarter.

(loudly):

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.

(laughing)

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.

ABBIE:

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 for which

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.

(brief crackle)

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."

ABBIE:

"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.

(snaps fingers)

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.

CRANE:

It could be both--

if the creature

is visible...

but only to children.

Open up.

Let's see how we're doing.

(soft gasp)

Pretty close.

Want me to pull it out?

Mm-mm.

(laughs softly)

Okay. Good night, pumpkin.

(low growling)

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?

♪ ♪

(floor creaks quietly)

(growls)

(screaming)

(snarls)

(low growling)

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.

CHILDREN:

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.

(chuckles):

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?

(teacher

clears throat)

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?

(bell rings)

TEACHER:

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.

(quietly):

Thank you.

JENNY:

Gregory.

Hey.

I want you to take this.

It'll protect you against the

things that only you can see.

You understand?

(softly):

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.

ABBIE: 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.

CRANE (over walkie-talkie):

Lieutenant,

any activity

outside young Gregory's home?

Nope. All quiet

on the Abyzou front. You?

Much the same.

(slurping loudly)

(slurping)

You know,

you mainline

a lot of sugar

for a guy

who won't get his teeth cleaned.

(phone chimes)

JOE:

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.

(sighs)

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?

BABYSITTER:

Yeah.

No. He's ridiculous.

(insects chittering)

Jen?

I have something

I want to tell you,

and I don't think

you're gonna like it.

I found Dad.

(exhales, laughs)

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.

(scoffs) 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.

(snarling)

(yelling)

It's go time.

(growling)

(hisses)

Hey. Where's the monster, Greg?

Show us.

There!

JENNY: Where?

GREG: To the left!

Where is it now?

Right!

JENNY: I can't see it.

(growling)

GREG:

In front of you!

(hissing)

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.

(growling)

There!

Jenny?

(groans)

Abbie!

Abbie.

Abbie.

Abbie! Abbie.

CRANE:

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.

(chuckles)

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.

PANDORA:

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.

JENNY:

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.

CRANE:

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.

JENNY:

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.

(humming a tune)

♪ ♪

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.

(echoing):

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?

(monitor beeping faster)

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.

(girl giggles)

Such a tragedy.

(growling)

(girl screams)

♪ ♪

(screams)

(shrieks)

(growls)

Inside, now!

(growls)

Crane!

Crane!

The silver

nitrate wore off.

I lost it.

(rattling)

(low, rumbling growl)

(twig snaps)

(slow growling)

(growling)

(rapid footsteps)

(growling)

(footsteps rustling)

(growling)

(growling)

Now!

(gurgling, growling)

Very good.

(heart monitor beeps steadily)

Oh, my God. Jessica.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Hi, Mommy.

Hi, Daddy.

Hi, pumpkin.

(sniffling)

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.

ABBIE:

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.

(singsongy):

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.

(whispers):

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.

(phone whooshes)

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.

JENNY:

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?

(sighs)

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.

CRANE:

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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