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♪ ♪

(cutlery clanging)

(slurping)

(applause)

ZOE:

Wow.

He is fast with that blade.

Mmm.

The technique makes for

excellent theater, but in

actual combat,

he would be bested

by the most rudimentary

rapier skills. Oh, uh,

speaking of skills,

what secret skills

do you possess?

(diners gasping in awe,

laughing)

Sorry. What?

Uh...

what was your

favorite childhood toy?

If your house was on fire,

what's the first thing

you'd grab?

"20 Questions

to Ask on a First Date"?

I see we both walk the

same Internet paths.

My apologies.

None needed.

We were both nervous

about tonight.

In a good way.

The truth is

it has been some time since...

Things are so very

different now.

You two lovebirds

on a date?

No. Well, well... yes.

Oh...

I've been accosted

by a highwayman.

You belong at

Tyburn, you rogue!

(sizzling)

(knocking)

Got a sec?

Absolutely. Nice tie.

Thanks.

I got a thing tonight.

Don't eyebrow me.

It's a work thing.

I like it anyway.

You're wondering

if I spoke to my sister

about the Nevins investigation.

I said I would take care of it.

I don't doubt

that you will. But you mentioned

a family matter,

and sometimes

the personal may

jam up the professional.

Danny, I get it.

Nevins is a criminal,

and you're gonna

use him to bag even

bigger bad guys.

Nothing gets in the way of that.

Good. 'Cause the ducks I had

to line up on this one--

Homeland Security, NSA--

I had to pull 31 flavors

of favors on this.

Asset's in motion.

This is the one

that puts you on the map.

Hell, I land this,

I own the map.

I sit down with Jenny and Joe

tonight.

So do not worry.

Good luck

with your thing.

It's all so close.

I can feel it.

The last flower.

A flavor of fear,

both sweet and bitter.

For this,

I require

a most skilled emissary.

(speaking in foreign language)

There is a red lady from Caribee

whose sting

brings the nightmare, insanity.

(buzzing)

One kiss and you'll flee

most all you can see.

This comely red lady

from Caribee.

Welcome, my lady.

Bring me the final bloom I need.

The fear

of fear itself.

(quietly sniffs, sighs)

(buzzing)

Easy there, little fella.

(buzzing)

(rattling)

(buzzing)

Ow! Son of a... mm!

Go away! Get out of here!

(groans)

(distant buzzing)

(buzzing)

Go.

No, no, no!

(shouting)

ABBIE:

You drew a lucky straw

on this one, Crane.

How so?

Judge Chrysdale

is a history buff.

Loves anything to do

with the Revolution,

Civil War, so on.

You quote a little Jefferson,

uh, offer your apologies,

the whole immigration

snafu goes away.

Fine. But the charges

made against me

remain a farce, Lieutenant.

Flagged as a risk

to national security.

For transporting

my own property.

You smuggled ancient artifacts

into the country and got caught.

This guy is-is-is

very straightforward.

You just play the hits and be

charming, we'll get out of here

by lunch, at which time you

can tell me all about your...

date with Zoe last night.

There's nothing to tell

except it was

an unmitigated disaster.

Mmm.

What of your Agent Reynolds?

We're fine. And he's not mine.

He must be aware

that you had no way of knowing

that Miss Jenny and Master Joe's

query into Sheriff Corbin's past

would intersect with

a federal investigation.

Yeah, that's on me.

Danny and I are friends,

but professional courtesy

has limits. I respect that.

And what if you were

more than friends?

Well, that would be complicated.

But that's all that we are,

so it's not.

He's crazy.

He's-he's lost his mind.

Isn't that your lawyer, Crane?

Yes.

(murmuring,

indistinct conversations)

CHRYSDALE:

When I say "order,"

I mean order!

This is my courtroom.

No one leaves!

Brenda, next case.

Your Honor,

perhaps a short

recess before you hear

opening arguments?

Don't tell me

how to run my courtroom!

Proceed.

There's

a criminal element here,

and it needs

to be torn out

by the root.

Sir, are you feeling okay?

Are you challenging

my authority?

I am on the side

of right!

This man is clearly mad.

There's something very wrong

with him.

We need to get

everyone out of here.

WOMAN:

Judge, you need a doctor.

CHRYSDALE:

Bailiff,

this woman is threatening...

Leave now.

the sanctity of this bench.

CRANE: Very quickly.

Draw your weapon

and eliminate her.

What?

Sir?

I said shoot her!

My name is Ichabod Crane

for the defense.

Whilst I hold

your office

in the highest esteem, I fear,

in your current condition,

you may not be able

to uphold the law.

This isn't the law.

The whole system

is filled with liars,

people trying to...

(buzzing)

manipulate the law,

to manipulate me,

undermining my authority,

trying to make me

weak. You can't

trust anyone.

(moans, gasps)

Judge Chrysdale?!

CRANE:

What happened to this man?

Whatever it is, it killed him.

After driving him mad.

The woman.

Which woman?

Whatever she was,

I fear the foul creature

is far from done.

Damn, I thought I cleared

that location for cameras.

You're good. So is Reynolds.

So he's coming down hard

on Nevins?

I can't tell you the details.

But yes and soon.

So...

it's over. Okay?

Doesn't sound

like you're giving me a choice.

Look, I want to know what the

connection was between Corbin

and Nevins as bad

as you do.

Nevins is dangerous.

Corbin was our mentor.

And Joe's father.

He is not gonna be happy

about this.

I'll talk to him.

No, I'll do it.

We started this whole thing

together, I think it's...

best if we finish

it the same way.

It's good

that you tried to help.

Tell me how it goes.

♪ I see a lot of love

in your heart... ♪

CRANE:

I found this insect

near the judge's bench.

At first I thought the swarm

we witnessed was made of bees,

but the distinct coloration

and long antenna mark this

as a Jack Spaniard,

a genus of wasp

exclusive to the Caribbean.

Has a hell of a sting.

Preliminary coroner's report

says that Judge Chrysdale

died of an extreme

brain aneurysm.

The swarm is deadly...

Mm-hmm.

and I believe,

harbinger of a great evil.

The thing that you saw

in the courtroom--

you said that it took on

a... almost human shape.

Yes. My research marks

it as a demonic creature

of Trinidadian origin,

known as a Soucouyant.

One sting from a Jack Spaniard

in her swarm sparks a fever,

bringing with it paranoia

that grows in ferocity until

death overcomes.

The judge was ranting

about a loss of order.

A man you said was fair

and even-keeled.

There is a passage

in Grace Dixon's journal

referencing a fit of paranoia

suffered by your pal Washington.

General Washington?

Paranoid. No.

Mm.

Yes. December 1776,

the Colonial troops

were camped out

in Pennsylvania

after a harsh winter.

Ah. "I was summoned by a woman

"of exceeding bravery

and fortitude.

"A former seamstress

who became

Washington's most trusted

wartime operative."

Betsy Ross.

Your ancestor and my trusted

companion knew one another?

No name's given,

but it does sound like her.

Well, read on, Lieutenant.

(grunting)

ABBIE: "I entered the camp

to find it gripped

by a pall of fear

and paranoia."

Miss Dixon?

Your reputation precedes you.

As does yours.

I hope I'm not too late.

You placed these

to ward off the evil

that threatens this camp?

A folk remedy

to keep insects at bay.

Tea tree oil,

cucumber peel, cinnamon...

...vanilla and citronella.

Yes, I, uh, know it well.

Sadly, it was too little,

too late.

Come.

Please tell me you can help him.

Oh, the sting

of a Soucouyant is fatal

within ten hours of being stung.

But I've learned of a bit

of Trinidadian Obeah.

Herbs that will slow the effect

of the sting.

I brewed up a tonic. (sighs)

(gasps)

Don't touch me.

General Washington,

Miss Dixon is here

to tend to your discomfort.

I'd sooner let her slit

my throat.

If you have any sanity left,

General,

I entreat you to

take this medicine.

General Howe must have

brought this evil upon us.

The tonic will slow the fever.

(gasps)

The only cure

is the death of the

creature that infected him.

BETSY:

You've done your part.

It's time I did mine.

CRANE:

Betsy must have found a way

to dispose of the Soucouyant.

But how? And what of this tonic

Miss Dixon used to buy

the general more time?

There's nothing else

in the passage except this.

"When comes the beauty

from Caribee,

"she spends her time

in Port of Spain,

"watching foul flies

roost in the spice tree

under which Sir Chadwick prays

on bended knee."

What the hell does that mean?

Uh... a Caribbean nursery

rhyme? Or a riddle.

(phone ringing)

Or...

perhaps a cipher hidden within.

Agent Mills here.

REYNOLDS:

Abs, we got a second

suspicious death.

Head of the PTA killed

inside her kitchen.

I need you over here

right away.

On my way.

It seems the creature

struck again.

Figure out what this means.

I'm gonna go check this out.

REYNOLDS:

Whatever happened

to this woman

is too damn similar

to that judge.

You think it's some kind of

toxin or virus?

That's for the lab coats.

I have a call into CDC.

Until then,

we monitor

the situation.

And the fire?

A book burning.

She showed up

to the library

a few hours ago

and checked out a stack.

Orwell, Salinger, Vonnegut.

Neighbors heard her ranting

about the board of education's

conspiracy

to corrupt young minds.

Full-scale paranoid episode.

Stay with me on this, Mills.

Another one pops up,

it's gonna turn into a circus

around here real quick.

No way I'm losing

control of this.

(phone ringing)

I assume

this call does not bode well.

Another victim--

housewife, mid-30s,

chairwoman of the PTA.

Don't acronym, Lieutenant.

"Parent Teacher Association."

Hold on.

There's a pattern here.

She's an authority figure.

Person in a position of power.

As were the other victims.

A judge, General Washington...

So it stands to reason,

if the Soucouyant is the queen

of her swarm,

that she would attack

other leaders.

People in the driver's seat.

And look at me,

profiling a bug. I got to go.

On me, Agent Mills.

Who were you on the phone with?

My roommate.

I need you focused

on this case, Agent.

Instead of letting

your personal life

hamper another investigation.

Okay...

(engine starts)

(engine revving,

tires screeching, horn honking)

(tires squealing)

(horn honking)

(tires squealing)

Is everything

all right?

You tell me.

(tires squealing)

(horn honking)

Whoa! Where are we going?

I want some answers.

I'm not sure I understand.

We have a dead judge,

dead housewife,

and a cause of death

that doesn't make any sense.

Cut the crap for once.

Why don't you tell me

what's really going on?

What's your game

with my Nevins case?

I spoke to Jenny already.

You sent her in

there, didn't you?

No. I told you,

her thing didn't start anywhere

near your investigation.

You said a lot,

but none of it adds up.

How did Granger

really die?

Why are you using your sister

to blow a hole

in the biggest case

of my career?

And who is that damn Crane guy?

He's no historical

consultant.

Look, I know

you like to win, Abbie,

but going behind my back,

undermining my authority?

(laughs)

You want to take it all away,

is that it?

You want it all for yourself?

Hmm?

Danny...

Danny, please

listen to me.

To what?

More lies, more double-talk?

You've been stung by something.

I've seen it

in the other victims.

It's impairing your judgment.

(gasps)

(panting)

Okay, fine.

Who are you calling?

You trying to play me?

Reynolds.

You think I'll go

down without a fight?

Damn it, Mills, get off of me!

I am sorry, Danny.

Gonna get you some help.

(grunts)

I promise.

(groans)

Well, I gave

him a sedative.

Should knock him

out for a bit.

What happened

to him anyway?

He was stung by

a Trinidadian paranoia monster.

Welcome to Sleepy Hollow.

Mm.

CRANE:

Lieutenant, the entry in

Grace Dixon's journal--

'tis not a riddle

nor a nursery rhyme.

'Tis a ditty devised

to have a double meaning.

It's the Trini way.

I was down there

once for Carnival.

It's all about the

double entendre.

Listen: "When comes

the beauty from Caribee,

she spends her time

in Port of Spain."

Not time as measured by a clock.

The herb Spanish thyme. Next.

"Watching foul flies roost

in the spice tree."

Not a foul scent, but a spice.

Bird pepper.

A list of ingredients.

For the tonic Miss Dixon used to

treat Washington. And finally:

"Under which Sir Chadwick prays

on bended knee."

Chadon Beni-- a

medicinal herb that only

grows in Trinidad, but I know

someone who may have a supply.

You stay here with Reynolds.

Joe and I will be back

as soon as we can.

Nice.

Thank you.

(reggae music playing low)

(rings bell)

♪ Wandering drummer messenger ♪

♪ Om-pom, pom-pom-pom... ♪

So I guess we put

Abbie in a tight spot

with the Nevins thing.

She'll be all right.

I know.

Just, we were so close

to finally getting some answers.

I'm sorry, Joe.

I wish there was

another way.

Hey, no. I mean,

you went down that road

as far as you could.

Hope you know how much

I appreciate it.

So, what is this guy, some kind

of Caribbean

witch doctor, or...?

MAN:

Call me that again,

and it's me and you.

Jenny Mills. Long time.

Long enough for you

to get a man.

Oh, no, he's not my...

No, no, no, we're not...

...boyfriend.

...together.

Irish moss.

This'll give

you stamina

for those long,

long nights, huh?

(chuckling)

Uh, we need something

off the red list, Azzaca.

Chadon Beni.

That is a tough one

on short notice.

I have to call a fella

who could call a fella

who has a boat, but...

No time to haggle.

Quarter pound.

Friends-and-family rate.

We're on the clock.

An Obeah man is only capable

of so much, Jennifer Mills.

I cannot bend time and space.

And if we pay cash?

Oh, you mean to say

that Chadon Beni?

I have a pinch

for emergencies.

Oh. Yeah.

I like this one.

Keep him.

(both chuckle)

(song continues,

low and indistinct)

(groans)

(deep, demonic voice):

A shadow older than time falls

over your soul.

You shall be claimed.

Hey, let her go. Come on.

Come on, get off her, man!

(grunts)

Azzaca, what the hell?

Watch yourself, sis.

Your fate has changed.

Protect her.

Mills, where am I?

Somewhere safe.

(handcuffs rattling, clacking)

You can't do this to me.

You need to stay still.

There's something

in your system,

and the more that you struggle,

the faster it'll kill you.

(panting softly)

You'd like that, wouldn't you?

No.

We have people

working on medicine.

You just need to

hang in there.

The roommate?

You trusted me before.

Remember? Right?

Hold on to that, Danny.

(wry chuckle)

You just can't see

what you do to people.

All I can do

is try to do my best,

be a friend, and do

right by you, Danny.

The Outer Banks.

That little shack on the beach.

It wasn't much--

the fan barely moved the air--

but that time...

that you're so hell-bent

on putting in the rearview...

that's when I found you.

That's when I knew.

And you left that place,

but I'm still there.

(knocking on door)

Oh, one who remains hidden...

whose destiny is

to reign over all...

light a pathway to your glory.

The hour of reckoning

draws near.

♪ ♪

An occasion worth celebrating.

♪ ♪

Sister...

(buzzing)

...how do you fare?

(buzzing)

Do you like my dress?

(buzzing)

When a new day dawns

over all that is,

a girl has to look her best.

MAN: It's over on

the other side.

(rock song playing,

low and indistinct)

(sighs)

♪ ...everything she desires... ♪

It's me.

We need to finish this.

The tonic we dosed him with

may keep Danny alive

a little longer, but we need

to get ahead of this thing.

Who knows how many others

have been stung by now?

Grace Dixon's journal

said that Betsy Ross

armed up to go after it.

Yes. The tonic is merely

a stopgap measure.

As long as the

Soucouyant lives,

it shall have a grip

on his soul and...

the fever will overcome him.

Fine. How do we kill a swarm?

According to the lore

of the creature,

the Soucouyant can be

destroyed if you...

follow her home

and burn down

her house.

Folklore...

usually has a basis in reality.

What if the answer here isn't

magical in nature

but in the...

behavior

of the insects themselves?

You want to kill bees?

Wasps? Destroy the hive.

They never stray far

from the hive.

Three victims.

Judge...

dedicated to his job--

let's say he was stung

in his chambers. Here.

PTA woman in her house.

Reynolds in his.

We triangulate.

Ah, hold the phone.

Ah. (chuckles)

Wait, wait.

The symbol

on the back of the tablet.

I always thought

it was decorative.

Look...

A tree with six blossoms.

This is the sixth creature

that Pandora has sent.

Whatever it is she's planning,

I fear she may be close

to achieving her goal.

What if the Soucouyant's hive

and Pandora

are in the same place?

CRANE: Then we've found

our enemy's lair.

You sure you're

not hungry?

The chef here makes

a mean Cajun catfish.

Yeah. I've tried it.

My dad used to bring me here

when I was a kid, remember?

Where is your friend?

Mills isn't a part of this.

Hmm.

(chuckles)

Look at us.

So what are these?

Bank accounts? Transit numbers?

That's Liechtenstein

and that's Geneva.

It was your father's idea.

I wanted to hide the cash

in Bolivia, like a...

Butch and Sundance thing.

Back then your father

was much smarter

than me with money.

Congrats on your inheritance.

I mean, even though...

you had to get it by selling out

your friends.

(gun cocks)

Boy, you look like your father,

when we were shavetails

down at Parris Island.

This is where you give me

what I want, son.

That was the arrangement.

What, you think

I'm the villain here?

No, no, no,

it doesn't work

like that.

In this game, son,

the debts collect you.

Your father learned that

the hard way.

Well, I'm not my father.

Yeah.

Ever asked yourself

why you need to know?

Why we're playing

ring-around-the-rosy

over this little hunk of stone?

You're exactly like him.

You're drawn to the darkness,

and you can't look away.

That...

that badge of your father's,

that, uh...

Mayberry sheriff vibe...

that was not

August Corbin.

No, he knew the truth.

There is no good...

no evil...

just...

(click)

(eerie whooshing)

...power.

All right,

let's go for a ride.

Hey. Hey!

Hey!

Call off your dogs.

Guns.

The Shard.

You're making a big mistake.

That's my specialty.

Jacket pocket.

Move.

He said the numbers were

for Swiss bank accounts.

If there's money...

my dad's money.

You believe him?

I don't know.

Well, we got more than

we could've hoped for.

(whoosh)

Go!

Go!

(engine revs)

These ruins are ancient.

The architecture...

unlike anything

I've ever seen.

(buzzing)

I hate it when you're right.

Whoa. Find the hive.

I'll buy us some time.

All right.

Okay... hey...

Secrets.

Chaos.

Loneliness.

Innocence lost.

Death.

And the last little one...

CRANE:

Fear itself.

The tree, the flowers,

the creatures you summoned,

they all serve a single purpose,

do they not?

You're cultivating

forms of terror.

Very specific ones.

And I should

thank you

and your lady friend

for cleaning up

behind me.

Calling beasts out of the box

was quite easy.

You did all the hard work.

It ends now.

As all good things must.

(buzzing)

I know what it feels like,

to be in the presence

of someone

much greater than myself.

I've seen this tree before.

I have an ancient tablet.

I'd like to give you

a history lesson.

Not another step.

If I didn't already have

all the fear I need,

I'd make this

last a little longer...

(buzzing)

No time to play.

ABBIE:

Crane?

(Crane grunts)

Gone for now.

Could be back any moment.

Bigger problems.

Whatever Pandora has planned,

I fear it is coming to fruition

as we speak.

(deep rumbling)

The hive.

Middle of the lair,

above the pool.

We start with that, then the

bitch with the box. You got 'em?

Yes.

Greek fire, eh?

No. We used all that

burning General Howe.

That's prussic acid.

Very unstable.

Right now, so am I.

Be wary.

(buzzing)

(buzzing)

(grunting)

(shouts)

(buzzing)

(groans loudly)

(screeching)

Aah!

(panting)

♪ ♪

Bear witness.

(crackling)

Stop!

(monitor beeping,

Reynolds groans quietly)

WOMAN (over P.A.):

Dr. Harris to O.R., please.

Dr. Harris to O.R.,

please.

Abs?

How are you feeling?

Last thing I remember

was the crime scene.

Yeah?

Well, that was hours ago.

Some kind of messed-up

bug bite took you down.

You had a major

allergic reaction.

Somehow we got you to

the hospital in time,

pumped you full

of antihistamines,

and you've been out cold since.

I was pretty out of it, huh?

Mm-hmm.

Talking nonsense?

No more than usual.

(both laugh)

That bad, huh?

Yeah.

You'd tell me, right?

Nothing I didn't already know.

Hey.

Rest up.

We need you back

running the show.

Abbie...

I get the impression

I'm still kickin' 'cause of you.

I try.

Always will.

♪ ♪

Miss Corinth.

Oh!

Oh!

(chuckles)

Uh...

(chuckles)

Thank you.

Well... thank you.

They're beautiful.

Delightful.

Uh, so... what's the plan?

Oh, there isn't one.

No plan, no agenda.

No Internet in days.

I like it.

Despite my fears

that you may find

my predilections

somewhat old-fashioned,

the truth is I rather

enjoy a constitutional.

No destination in mind.

Simply... a wander.

So no rezzy at Le Cirque?

No hot stone massage

for two? 3-D IMAX?

Hot air balloon

to a wine tasting?

No.

A walk.

Mr. Ichabod Crane...

are you inviting me

to join you

on a turn

of this lovely meadow?

Usually I make the circuit

alone with my thoughts,

but...

times are changing.

And so must I.

This is

the official first date.

Mm, technically our second.

Just go with it.

ABBIE:

From the blank look

on your face,

I take it your

date went well.

(clears throat)

I cannot recall

which great, great Colonial

thinker coined the phrase

"'Twas a tiny patch

of paradise."

Oh, no, wait, it was me.

A wise woman once said,

"Don't get ahead of yourself."

Oh, wait.

That was every woman.

Point taken.

How does Agent Reynolds fare?

He'll make a full recovery,

and... thankfully,

he doesn't remember anything,

which is a blessing

on so many levels.

Uh...

I'm trying to figure out

where Pandora

may have gone.

That passage

under the tree,

the stairwell leading down...

Trees are often associated with

the entrance to the underworld.

Yggdrasil,

the Norse realm of Hel.

The levels

of Dante's Inferno

can be interpreted

as a stairwell of sorts.

Yeah,

that sounds like good news.

You're thinking

that everything up until now

has been a warm-up act.

I'd stake my life on it.

The tree,

the types of fear she raised--

she's preparing something.

I fear her return

is inevitable.

The only question is...

what insidious plan

does she have for her return?

Whatever it is,

she messed with our town,

our friends,

and the people

that we care about.

If she wants a rematch,

I say bring it on.

Oh, Lieutenant,

that is a quote we can live by.

(thunder rumbling)

(grunting quietly)

(grunting)

(overlapping, indistinct voices)

(gasping, panting)

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