Original subtitles

♪ Last night ♪

♪ The devil learned my name ♪

♪ She said,

"Come love me, baby..." ♪

(radio stations changing)

(static crackles, stops)

GPS: In one mile,

stay to the right...

(man groans)

Just charged this thing.

(tires screeching)

(crashing)

(groaning)

Are you okay? Hey, you...?

This is not personal.

(choking)

(gasping)

Run.

(grunting)

(coughing)

Eternal rest

is for unimportant men.

(crackling)

The king requires your service.

Will you answer his call...

General Howe?

Where?

You've arrived in

Sleepy Hollow, my lord.

Raise your men,

make the Patriot scum

afraid again.

Afraid of Britain,

afraid of her dead.

I offer you vengeance

on a hated enemy

who once tried to end

your life.

Crane.

(pop rock music playing)

There you are,

all up in your faces.

You missed the spare.

I'm more used to bowling

on turf.

That would spare me

these shoes.

I look like an Italian

circus performer.

At least the shoes

make it seem like

you bothered to wear

a costume at all.

JENNY: Seriously.

ABBIE: Yeah.

I mean, I know you have

a look and everything,

but come on,

today's the one day you get

to change it up a bit.

Is it not obvious?

I'm John Adams.

The weskit.

Brushed brocade

and French buttons.

It was his sartorial signature.

I spent all night on this

embroidery.

I totally see it.

It's unmistakable.

Speaking of embroidery,

isn't Hoop Dreams

over there the one

helping you with your

citizenship application?

(Zoe laughing)

CRANE: Oh, Miss Corinth.

Yes.

ABBIE:

Oh, come on, Crane.

Go.

Ichabod. Well, hello.

Miss Corinth,

what a pleasant surprise.

I love the

brocade waistcoat.

Very John Adams.

Thank you.

You like?

Yes, you look effervescent.

(laughs)

Uh... you are...

Needle and thread champ.

I'm Betsy Ross.

Of course you are.

Unmistakable.

Well, with a little

spice thrown in.

Not that she was boring, but

I mean, you know, seamstress.

I'm sure she would've

approved wholeheartedly.

(laughs)

Bowl a frame with me later?

You can rely on it.

(laughs)

Ooh, swagger.

You still think Halloween

isn't fun?

The Celts believed

All Hallows' Eve

to be a sacred time

when the souls

of lost loved ones

walked the earth

and were honored with prayer,

not face paint

and molasses-based

faux blood.

But miniskirts and blue eyes

get a pass.

When in Rome.

(laughing)

(phone chimes)

Ah... Lieutenant.

On our trip to Washington,

Dr. Brennan

arranged to transport

General Howe's remains

to the Historical Society.

Yeah.

Almost made it

for the drive

and Agent Booth's

charming personality.

The thing is...

the courier company claims

the body never arrived.

(girl laughing)

(urinating)

GIRL:

Cody, we need more eggs.

CODY:

Get them yourself.

GIRL:

Guys, look.

Come on.

Don't make me go all by myself.

CODY (laughs):

This is awesome.

(laughing):

This is so cool.

(laughter echoing)

Damn, when I die,

book me a suite in here.

(scoffs)

You can't afford it, bro.

Okay. I'm over this.

Let's go.

(footsteps approaching)

Oh, God.

CODY:

Who the hell are you?

Screw this.

(grunting)

(Cody screams)

(screams)

(screaming)

(screaming continues)

ABBIE:

No sign of the driver.

CRANE:

Or Howe.

Why steal a 200-year-old

skeleton?

ABBIE:

A lot of skid marks,

like the driver was trying

to avoid something.

Or someone.

Pandora.

What would she want

with Howe's remains?

Tracks are headed that way.

Feel like hunting?

(thunder rumbling)

I know this place.

The British employed it

as a staging ground

during the invasion

of Manhattan.

Afterwards,

we built that mausoleum

to house their dead soldiers.

Looks like someone came

to pay their respects.

ABBIE: As fun as it is

bumping into Zoe,

they have these things now

called dates

you can actually plan

in advance.

Yes, I'm perfectly

aware of that.

Miss Corinth and I are

not romantically entangled.

Mm. Maybe you're not

allowing yourself

to get entangled.

You refer to Katrina?

Yes. No matter what you became

in the end,

you cared about her.

I mean, you two...

Six years.

We were husband

and wife for six years.

She taught me strength,

resilience,

how to properly iron

my vests.

Ghosts of the past

have power over us.

Even if we truly

want to move on,

it's not that easy.

Yes, well...

that chapter of my life

is now closed.

CRANE:

What on earth?

My God.

HOWE:

Ichabod Crane!

General Howe.

Give us the names!

(footsteps approaching)

Take them!

Isn't that great.

HOWE:

Get them!

After them, you dogs!

Thank you.

Mills. What's up?

I was hoping you would tell me.

I'm not sure what you mean.

Since you moved

into this office,

you haven't closed the door.

Not until this morning anyway.

And then there are the two

assistant U.S. attorneys

in the lobby.

And you know,

you drop your voice a half step

when you lie.

I was just waiting

on the right moment.

Looks like this is it.

It's an ongoing investigation

I've been working.

Kind of takedown

that makes a career.

Shell companies buying property

across Westchester,

all owned by one umbrella LLC--

Court Imports.

Though on paper, a high-end

importer of rare antiquities.

But the lion's share

was actually looted

from sites in Syria,

Afghanistan, Iran.

They're buying items

stolen by terrorists.

I'm still getting the warrants

airtight.

Hence, the lawyers.

Oh.

But when the time comes, how

does "Task Force Coordinator"

sound?

Sounds good.

I've got to say,

an operation this size--

you'd have to pull me away

from some of my other duties.

I'm sorry if it cuts

into time with your roommate.

I think you know where

my priorities lie, sir.

Let's talk later?

Mm.

Give us the names!

Just talked to SHPD.

They're calling

the cemetery death accidental.

Some kind of prank

gone wrong.

Nothing in Washington's Bible,

Franklin's notebook.

Even Grace Dixon's journal

yields nothing

that could explain

the desecration we witnessed.

We'll find something.

We always do.

You are having a moment.

Although we ended

as enemies,

William Howe was once a man

who commanded my respect.

Before the war, I served

beneath him as lieutenant

in His Majesty's forces.

Howe was a keen war strategist.

Staunchly loyal to his men

and his country.

He was honorable,

a good man.

Who sent a whispering wraith

against you and your spy ring,

pushed you to betray Washington.

Maybe he was once a great man,

but he changed.

Which is why

Washington sent me to kill him.

It was one of the darker periods

of the war.

The invasion of Manhattan,

when the British forces

under Howe's command

took control of the city,

forcing the Patriots to retreat.

Leave. I'll do this myself.

CRANE:

In the early hours,

Howe and his men commandeered

a townhouse belonging

to a Patriot.

(gun clicks)

Stealth was always

your strong suit, Crane.

Washington chose his man well.

I do not wish to kill you,

but this invasion ends now.

Order your men off the

island, and you shall live.

And trust the word

of a turncoat?

Does dear old George know

you were within a hair's breath

of turning against him?

Perhaps in sending you

to terminate my command,

he was testing your loyalties.

The question is,

can you do it?

Kill a man in cold blood?

I've made my choice.

My allegiance is

to this nation.

All your kin fought

for the king.

You spit on their graves.

I shall ask only once.

Will you retreat?

Answer me.

I will never retreat

until every last Colonial dog

lies in a grave.

Do what you came

to do, or leave

before I have you

clapped in irons!

May God have mercy on us both.

(doors thudding open,

indistinct shouting)

Shoot him.

(gunshots)

A moment later,

I would have pulled the trigger,

and we might have held the city.

Without Howe's command,

the war could

have ended sooner,

sparing catastrophic bloodshed.

Instead, I failed in my mission.

What if there was

another reason

why Washington sent you

to kill Howe?

All right, you said he

was unpacking something

when you found him.

Yes. Uh...

A stone with a Nordic emblem.

A man with two swords

thrust through him.

In other words,

a dead man walking.

There is a volume

that belonged to Washington

himself and, yes...

And if I'm not mistaken...

Here.

Draugur, a rare breed of

undead warrior who swear

an oath of duty in life

that lasts beyond death.

Sounds like a bum deal.

The Draugur are nocturnal,

spending their days

subterranean.

Said to be unstoppable.

ABBIE:

What's this in the margins?

It's Washington's handwriting.

"All our methods built inside

house primal tomb,

his secrets lie."

"Methods" meaning how

to defeat the Draugur.

The answer must be

in Howe's tomb.

The team from the

Jeffersonian discovered it

in Philadelphia, dated 1812.

But this riddle mentions

a primal tomb,

meaning Howe was interred

somewhere else first.

Question is,

how do we find it?

How about these?

Howe's bones from the mausoleum.

FBI forensics

can carbon-date them,

provide a soil analysis,

narrow down to location.

So Howe is the quarry,

but we both know the architect

of this scheme is Pandora.

She wants to raise fear, and she

has chosen the perfect night.

Halloween.

The whole town will be

on the street.

If we don't stop

these Draugur by then,

hundreds of people will die.

Hey, hey!

Hey!

(sighs)

Rye whiskey,

large kosher pickles,

extra brine, and...

cocktail onions.

You know, you are the only man

who has ever learned my recipe

for the perfect

Pickleback chaser.

They are

a crime against good whiskey.

For a guy who hates 'em,

you sure

knock 'em back okay.

Well, maybe I enjoy

the company. (whistles)

Ooh!

You keep bringing me chocolate,

you can keep coming around.

(both laughing)

So, did you dig up

anything on the Shard?

Well, we've got

some bills of lading,

IP addresses off the Deep Web,

and... a face.

Meet the man who's after

the Shard of Anubis--

Mr. Atticus Nevins.

I know this guy, Jenny.

He was a friend

of my dad's.

What?

Atticus Nevins?

Are you sure?

I... I mean, I didn't

know his name.

Dad just called him "Bull"

'cause he carried a

.30-cal in their platoon.

That-that, uh, box I brought

over from the cabin--

there's an album in it.

Okay.

Here.

Here. Look.

Uh, your dad sent me on

how many missions buying

and selling strange artifacts?

Yeah, and his old war buddy

happens to be the kingpin

of that entire black market?

What does that say about my dad?

If your dad was using me

as a shill to make money,

I would know it.

Are you sure?

I mean, how many secrets

did he keep from me?

Well, we have a name now.

We can use it

to get answers.

(sighs)

Joe...

Your dad was...

one of the best guys

I've ever known.

And until we have proof

otherwise,

I'm holding onto that.

Yeah.

Sorry that took so long.

I had to go do some digging.

Mm.

I see you're doing

some digging of your own.

Or should I say lurking?

Hmm? Oh, hardly.

Miss Corinth suggested I

peruse her "instant gram."

Apparently, I've been "tagged."

Like I said, pure lurk.

The lab here cannot trace

the location

of Howe's "primal tomb."

We don't have the equipment.

I could send it to DC,

but that'd be a two-week

turnaround.

Perhaps our new friends

at the Jeffersonian Institute

could be of assistance.

Dr. Brennan claimed to be

the premiere forensic analyst

in the country.

Now might be an opportunity

for her and Agent Booth

to "throw down."

And with their help,

we might be able

to find the tomb by nightfall.

You navigate. I'll drive.

Greetings on this

All Hallows' Eve.

ABBIE:

Apologies for showing up

unannounced like this.

Yeah.

I trust this will be

a short visit.

We have a five-year-old at home

who still has alterations needed

for her Jane Goodall costume.

Yes, I seem to recall

you have two children.

Her brother's

going as a chimp.

But that is if

we get back in time.

Hey, you said we could give you

a call if we needed your help?

Didn't think it would be

that soon. What's that?

(Brennan and Booth

muttering quietly)

BRENNAN:

Your lab only analyzed

the cortical surface,

but, over centuries,

components of the coffin

can be absorbed

into the cancellous bone.

Which we could use to identify

Howe's initial burial site.

I applaud

your scientific instincts,

but your theory

that the Founding Fathers

buried Howe twice is...

(sighs)

questionable, at best.

The Founders held all

manner of superstition.

In fact, your

institution's namesake,

Thomas Jefferson,

once reported contact

with an alien species.

Well, Jefferson was brilliant.

He also had

the scientific knowledge

of a contemporary fourth grader.

You do not believe

in the grander mysteries

of the universe.

But what of faith, art,

love?

Are these merely numbers?

Faith results

from our fear of death.

Art from our ability

to discern an attractive mate.

And love from our need

to procreate.

Dr. Brennan,

the way you look at Agent Booth

is far more

than just procreation.

Actually, procreation plays

a significant part

in our relationship.

(computer chimes)

(typing)

Oh, that's interesting.

This bone contains particulates

of quartz and feldspar.

Components of

sandstone.

The composition matches

samples from two quarries,

one in Seneca, Maryland,

and one in Montgomery.

Only one structure shares stone

from both those quarries.

The Capitol building.

Washington wished

his tomb to be built

within the very foundations

of the building itself.

A tomb that was never used.

So your work suggests

the Founders used

Washington's empty tomb

to conceal Howe's

actual grave site.

Dr. Brennan, Agent Mills and I

deeply appreciate

your assistance.

You just posited

the existence of what may be

an astounding

archaeological find.

I demand to participate

in your research.

I was just about to propose

the very same.

Right. Okay.

You got to help me out here.

You called in a favor

to solve some,

what is it,

two-bit

historical mystery?

History's important.

Somebody's got to keep

the record straight.

Okay.

So what do you say

we keep it straight?

What is this

really all about?

You trying to solve

some off-book, uh,

investigation

or something?

What if it were?

You're one of Corbin's protégés.

I'd still have your back.

First day on the beat,

Corbin told me

that most of the real work

you do is outside the job.

That worked for local

PD, but the Bureau...

That's-that's a whole new level.

I've dreamt about this

for years. I don't want

to mess up my shot.

So why don't you trust

August Corbin?

He knew what you had.

You have to believe that.

We have

a lead on Howe's tomb.

Are we all

ready to go?

All of us?

Negotiation's not really

in Dr. Brennan's nature.

She doesn't like to negotiate.

This could be a

history-making discovery.

Or it could prove Mr. Crane

dead wrong.

I am comfortable

with either outcome.

You're always comfortable. Okay,

what do you say we do this.

Crane, nice coat. Come on.

Which way we going?

Come on. Let's go.

(birds chirping)

I don't know.

I may have been wrong

about this address.

It was listed on half

the documents on Nevins,

so I just thought...

No, this is the place.

I've been here before.

I was just a kid.

I told you my dad

and Nevins would go up

to the cabin sometimes.

We'd stop here

to get supplies.

Dad would buy me a sandwich,

sit me out front

while he went inside.

Hey. That doesn't

necessarily mean...

That he was working

with Nevins?

You said it yourself--

the man had a lot of secrets.

(sighs)

There she is.

Follow my lead.

Whoa.

The balls on you two.

Hey, easy.

All we want is to sit

down with your boss.

Yeah? That's not gonna happen.

It's a personal thing.

A family thing.

Am I supposed to care?

All right,

we'll give you the Shard.

That's what he

wants, right?

Hey, hey, Joe, hold on.

Nevins sits

down with us,

answers my questions,

and we'll give it to him.

You have my word.

All right.

He's down in the city

on business, but, uh,

I'll see what I can arrange.

Oh. Funny thing,

after you stole the Shard

from me that first time,

I told Nevins I'd find you,

get it back.

He told me to sit tight,

that you'd show up on your own

soon enough.

(chuckles)

(engine revving)

Are you crazy?

We still don't know

what the hell that thing is.

I know. And I'm

sorry. It's just...

Look, we may not get a

chance like this again.

Look, I promise,

I won't let anything bad happen.

Joe, in this world, that is not

a promise you can make.

(sighs)

ABBIE:

Sorry we couldn't take

the tour.

CRANE:

It was everything

the Founding Fathers dreamt of.

BOOTH:

Great. A musty

old basement, huh?

A basement is never just

a basement with the Masons.

Oh...

Hold on. Okay...

that symbol there

has no notch,

but this symbol

has a notch.

Its placement calls to mind

a keyhole.

It's not just rounded.

It's a few centimeters deep.

Crane, your ring.

Doctor...

Oh.

Thank you.

Lieutenant.

Yeah.

Thank you.

(clicking)

BRENNAN:

Oh! Oh.

(laughs)

This is astonishing.

Mm.

And yet, only this morning,

it was questionable.

Somewhere in here should

be the secret to defeating

Howe's Draugur Army.

Well, it'll be hard to find

with those two looking

over our shoulders.

BRENNAN:

Oh...

Whoa. Did you see

this, Mr. Crane?

These runes

match the markings

on the

original coffin.

All right, look, Abbie,

this isn't off the book--

this is off the reservation.

BOOTH: Whoa, whoa...

Crane!

Booth!

ABBIE: Crane!

Bones! (grunts)

Crane!

(grunts)

Crane, can you hear me? Crane.

There must be

a gear counterweight

operating the wall.

Whoa.

Oh, my. I have a bad feeling

about this.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Wait a second.

A fuse just sparked.

We got to get 'em out of there.

Doctor, stay down.

(gasps)

Crane!

This is no ordinary blaze.

I believe this

is Greek fire,

a legendary flame

that cannot be extinguished.

BRENNAN:

The odor indicates

a combination of naphthenic

and palmitic acids.

This is napalm.

ABBIE:

Crane!

Crane! We got to get

them out of there.

Hold on. What is this?

ABBIE: Uh, yeah, okay.

I've seen a lock

like this before. Each button

represents an alchemical symbol.

It's like a puzzle. All we have

to do is figure out...

Your way works, too.

Right.

Bones.

You insisted on coming.

Right. Okay.

All right. You okay?

This is

extraordinary.

A hidden tomb armed

with a precursor to napalm.

Do you understand

what this means?

I don't know.

George Washington

is a complete badass?

No, no. It means

we need to excavate

this entire subterranean

Oh.

installation.

It should be mapped, exhumed.

We shouldn't

even be here.

All right, slow down. Okay,

we got to go. We'll

get everything back

We are contaminating the site.

to the Jeffersonian, okay? Let's

go, Crane. Get out of there.

You're not worried

about them?

Hardly. Her skepticism's

interminable.

She dismissed Moloch as a tall

man with a skin condition.

Though we do have cause

for worry.

I believe I have discovered

the Draugur's weakness.

And that's bad because...?

We'll have to burn Sleepy Hollow

to the ground.

There can be only one reason

why Washington would deploy

such volatile ordnance

right under the Capitol.

It was a trap...

built

for a very specific threat.

The Draugur.

And since Howe was

their commander,

anyone that survived would try

to rescue

their master's body.

And, in doing so,

would be faced

with their only weakness,

Greek fire.

Yeah, Brennan said it was

just some kind of napalm.

We'll get our hands on some.

Why would that pose a threat

to the town?

Because Greek fire

is far more sinister

than your napalm.

It cannot be extinguished

by water or by sand.

Once unleashed, it burns

until nothing remains.

As I believe was remonstrated

on the isle of Manhattan.

Betsy Ross

was leading Patriot refugees

off the island

via a series of hidden tunnels.

Crane.

Betsy.

I come from Howe's encampment.

He lives. And he refuses

to relinquish the city.

Our orders have changed.

I'm to get out of the city

before countermeasures

are deployed.

What countermeasures?

Ichabod, please.

There's no time.

You're saying if

the countermeasure

was Greek fire...

Yes, Lieutenant.

Then we were not facing

conventional forces...

...but a cadre of Draugur.

Merely hours

after the British invaded,

the city was set ablaze

in the Great Fire of New York,

the cause of which

remained a mystery...

until now.

(screams)

Hyah!

Washington had no choice--

he was facing a zombie army.

Howe desecrated

the dead to build

an unstoppable army,

one which required

an indomitable weapon

in order to stop it.

And now we are faced

with a similar dilemma.

That's not an option.

Fine.

Then we find another way.

Trick or treat!

What do you say?

Boo!

WOMAN:

April, slow down!

April!

April?!

WOMAN (in distance):

April, where are you, sweetie?

WOMAN:

April!

And where is

your mother, dear?

It would break her heart

if she lost you.

And you don't want

to lose your treats.

We never had sweets

when I was a girl.

(screams)

General...

Are your men prepared

to assemble?

When the last sunbeam sets...

...go forth and slaughter.

ABBIE:

The sun sets in 15 minutes,

at which point the whole town

will be out on the street.

So, what did you

call these things?

CRANE: Cheirosiphones.

A post-Hellenic

weapon

designed specifically

to deploy Greek fire.

We've mixed ten gallons

of the stuff, but

once it lights,

how do we put out

the blaze?

We draw them

into the tunnels.

If we can contain

the Draugur underground,

we do not risk

burning the town.

Wait,

I missed how we get them

down there in the first place.

I shall be bait.

The general loathes me

with a sempiternal fervor,

and where he goes...

the Draugur follow.

(indistinct chatter)

(men marching in unison)

(marching grows louder)

BOY:

Hey, Mom! Look! Soldiers!

WOMAN:

Check it out.

Cool costumes!

Company... halt!

MAN:

Whoa! Take a look at that!

MAN: Sweet!

HOWE: Ready, men!

Aim!

Fire!

(tires screech)

(people screaming)

Over here!

(gunshot)

ABBIE: Everybody, move!

That way! Come on! Move!

General Howe.

I'm the one you want.

(cocks rifle)

Let's end this.

(grunts)

Is that the best

you've got, General?

(loud thud)

(grunting)

I hope you know

what you're doing, Crane.

(rumbling)

Now!

Let 'em burn!

(yelling)

(groans)

(screaming)

(Crane groans)

Oh... Timely assist.

Thank you.

Compliments later.

Let's move.

Crane!

Your army's defeated, Howe!

It's over.

I should have

ended this long ago.

I will not give you

the satisfaction...

turncoat.

♪ ♪

(screaming)

(gunfire muted)

A valiant battle, General.

(sighs)

Now...

...one more bud to blossom...

...one more here to sting.

Love...

is what the victors bring.

We're glad to hear

the Jeffersonian's decided

to take Washington's tomb

under its jurisdiction.

Oh, I'd start by getting rid

of the napalm first.

The Jeffersonian

would love your help

with the excavation,

Mr. Crane.

CRANE:

Ooh. Well, I'm flattered,

but I am in the process

of renovating

a historical property

of my own.

BRENNAN:

Too bad. The site poses

more than a few questions.

If colonial Americans

had Greek fire,

why didn't they use it during

the battles of the Revolution?

And you still haven't

sufficiently explained

how you came across

Washington's letter.

Let it go, Bones,

just... let it go.

Thanks again for your help.

BOOTH: Yeah.

You know what, don't mention it.

But next time

you find a death trap,

just give us

a heads-up first.

Oh, yes, we shall.

You have our word.

(electronic tones sound,

ending call)

(sighs)

You okay, Crane?

I know seeing Howe

must have been difficult.

Oh, I feel relieved.

He's a part of my past

I can put behind me.

Even the ghosts

of the past

have to take a break.

But... sometimes they need

a little push.

I don't follow.

Zoe. Call her.

She's a good one.

♪ ♪

Miss Corinth,

it is Ichabod Crane.

Ichabod.

Yes. Of course.

Uh, caller identification

is a marvel.

No. No, no.

I... I was merely wondering...

if you have no prior engagement

this evening...

I would be honored

to escort you to supper.

You wanted

to see me?

Yeah. Take a seat.

Can you shut the door

for me, please?

Mm-hmm.

Uh... I just wanted to say

how much I appreciate you

offering me a spot

on the team.

I know it's been

a hectic few weeks,

but I can handle it.

Burn the candle at both ends

if I have to.

I want in.

Yeah? Well, it may be

a little more complicated

than that, because it

looks like you already are

a part of it.

The man I'm working

to take down,

his name is

Atticus Nevins.

And the woman

in the photo,

the one your sister and her

EMT friend are meeting with,

she's his top operative.

So I ask, what the hell

is going on here?

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