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(gunshot)

MAN:

Forward!

Know thyself.

(distant sounds of gunfire,

men shouting)

Know thy enemy.

Know these things

and one need not fear

1,000 battles.

For there will come

1,000 victories.

The Art of War.

You've read Sun Tzu.

Gave us copies at the academy.

Then you will recognize this.

"A clever fighter

is not one who wins,

but one who..."

Checkmate.

"...one who wins with ease."

You know a counter

to Philidor's open?

Corbin taught me the game.

He said it's, uh, best

if I just feel my way.

"Feel your way"?

Mm-hmm.

And that nothing beats

a good blindside.

Crane?

You seem a little

off your game lately.

I don't mean just the chess.

Well, yes, it has been

a particularly trying few days.

United States Immigration

may well be Dante's

tenth circle of Hell.

The archives

remains at risk

from developers.

All hurdles you'll overcome.

And then there

is Pandora.

My research has

yielded precious little

to explain where

the portal in her tree

may have taken her.

And I fear, contrary to

the popular saying,

what we do not know

may very well hurt us.

(knocking)

(door opens)

REYNOLDS: Hey, Mills.

Danny.

Agent Reynolds.

(door closes)

Ah, sorry to interrupt

your morning.

Not at all.

Philidor, huh?

Easy to beat

if you're not careful.

Yes, I know.

It's, uh...

It's... it's easy.

Everyone knows how to...

Oh, I think

my kettle's boiled.

Tea? No? Tea? No?

No? Tea?

I got to say

I still don't get that dude.

He grows on you.

That's right.

You always did like a challenge.

Kept you on your toes

at Quantico.

What's up?

I got to head to DC

for a couple of days,

check in with

the Deputy Director's Office.

ABBIE:

Anything serious?

REYNOLDS:

Shouldn't be.

Just up against

a deadline

on the Nevins case.

Got to ask for an extension,

so...

Duty phone.

How about you

hold down the fort

while I'm gone?

Really?

You sure you don't want

to give that to somebody else?

You've earned it.

ABBIE:

Hmm.

I'll do what I can

to deserve this.

Thank you, sir.

Mm-hmm.

You know I spent 96 hours

casing a warehouse

in Dubai to get this?

This is about

the Shard of Anubis, isn't it?

We know Mills

and Corbin have it.

Just let me go get it.

Oh, you had your chance.

Really?

You're gonna play it that way?

So they were

a little tougher

than we thought.

I won't be

so gentle this time.

Okay?

I can play rough.

Honey, you don't know

what rough is.

The person who contracted me

for this job

is a demanding sort

and if I don't have the Shard

in the next 12 hours...

Let me guess.

There will be hell to pay.

Oh, hell will be

getting off easy.

So, you're

gonna recite

Norse poetry to them?

Granted,

it'd be torture.

Desperate times,

Sophie.

Desperate times.

(door closes)

(deep rumbling)

(gasping anxiously)

(grunts quietly)

"And by Pandora

with passion'd heart

Art thou summoned

and fashioned part."

(water bubbling)

Oh, I'll be damned.

"Of fire

"and steel

"and ire and rage

"Berserkers flesh

from off this page.

"To carry forth

thy Master's will

"And follow through

until the kill."

(laughing)

(growling)

(snarling, growling)

(gasps)

(snarling)

That's it.

(roars)

Now, go. Go fetch.

(roaring, screeching)

All I'm saying is if

I was the one who knew

about a Swiss bank account

in my dad's name,

I would consider

cashing it out.

It's blood money, Jenny.

Nevins said as much.

So give it to charity.

Who knows what's

actually in that account?

Maybe your dad

left a message.

That's what all this

has been about, right?

Figuring out

the riddle wrapped

in an enigma

who was August Corbin.

That's how it started.

I thought maybe

if you showed me the world

you shared with my dad,

I might feel closer to him.

(grunts)

(both laughing)

And?

Well, he's not the one

I feel closer to.

(grunts)

(groaning)

(gasping)

Aah!

Oh, geez, Mills.

I get the hint.

Jenny?

(heart beating)

Hey, Jenny?

Jenny!

Hey!

Jenny!

Jenny...

ABBIE:

And this never happened before?

No, I had some weird dreams

the other night.

Could be related.

No physical changes?

I think I would remember

developing mutant powers.

Look, it's-it's got

to be the Shard.

Her veins were glowing

the same color as the Shard.

I thought

the Shard of Anubis

was a metallic lump.

Oh, it turns out

that was just an outer

casing of some kind.

When Nevins opened it...

ABBIE:

Nevins? Wait a minute!

You guys went and saw Nevins

after I told you to steer clear?

That was my call.

Which I backed.

I told you Nevins is the target

of an active

FBI investigation...

Which is why we got

in and got out.

No harm, no foul.

"No harm."

You could've compromised

everything that we've--

If I may.

Mm.

What was inside the case

after Nevins opened it?

It was a glowing crystal.

And when I took it from him,

it disintegrated.

Did you touch the crystal?

No, just the outer casing.

And Nevins, did he handle it?

Yeah, he-he picked it up.

But he put on a glove.

What you got?

Binding stones.

Very rare,

very powerful artifact

with a singular quality--

they are absorbed

into the body upon contact.

It is a way to directly

transfer mystical energy.

You're saying

I absorbed the Shard?

That it's inside of me?

So it would seem.

Miss Jenny,

mortal beings are not meant to

house this much mystical energy.

It is akin to...

JOE: ...plugging a

high-voltage wire

into child's toy.

It'll fry the circuits.

JENNY:

The Shard...

it's gonna kill me.

♪ ♪

(growling)

(roars)

So, we find a way to get it

out of her, right?

There's got to be

some kind of spell or...

Shard-ectomy we can perform.

CRANE: Very little is known

about binding stones.

It's been centuries since anyone

even recorded seeing one.

For what it's worth,

I feel fine.

I feel awesome,

actually.

Yeah, well, that can

just be temporary.

You know, the way some

terminal patients

feel euphoric just before

they decompensate?

Look, if anybody knows how

to deal with this thing,

it's Nevins.

Nevins is off-limits.

Whoa, okay, I know that this

might cause some problems

with your job, but this is

Jenny we're talking about.

You don't think

that I know that?

What good are you gonna be

to her if you're locked up?

Shh, quiet.

Well, isn't that what you're

supposed to be helping us with,

Agent Mills?

Quiet!

You hear that?

We got company.

(growling)

Lieutenant!

(growling and screeching)

JOE:

Jenny, we got to go!

(screeching roar)

(roaring)

(screeching, snarling)

This way!

(panting)

Those things...

they were unstoppable.

Hitting them seemed

to make them stronger.

Like they fed off the

energy of our attacks.

It's a miracle

we're alive.

No miracle-- Jenny.

I guess being fatally infected

with the power of an ancient

artifact has its pluses.

They just converged on you.

They didn't care about us

at all.

Perhaps drawn

to her energy.

Like moths to a flame.

Or they were

sent for her.

You said it, Crane.

She is the Shard.

Which Nevins is

obsessed with.

You think he might be

controlling these creatures?

JENNY:

Nevins is bad news,

but summoning demonic rage

creatures is way over his head.

Not over Pandora's.

These are precisely

the kind of hellspawn

she's been known

to unleash.

We should've seen this before.

Seen what?

Nevins is working

with Pandora.

Oh, hey, Jenny.

(Jenny sighs)

Sorry.

Just a little woozy.

Let's head to the archives.

♪ ♪

I've got some Web crawlers

that can scour Darknet sites.

If someone out there's

talking about binding stones,

that's where we'll find it.

You're supposed to be resting.

I'm fine.

Besides, it's not the flu.

I don't think rest and

fluids are gonna cut it.

(sighs)

Our lives keep getting

jumbled up in this.

You know,

I worked to separate

my professional life

from the supernatural,

and look what happened.

It literally infected my family.

You always tried so hard to

compartmentalize your life,

let's face it, because

you're a control freak,

but this stuff we're

involved with is messy.

The supernatural is the only

world I've ever known

and if it ends up killing me,

well, I can think

of worse ways to go.

You're not going

anywhere.

Says the control freak.

Uh, apologies.

It's all right,

I get it.

I'm... I'm just amazed

how you guys focus in

on this stuff

when monsters are out there

and people you care about

are hurting.

Indeed.

There is nothing

more frustrating

than the feeling of helplessness

in the face of an unknown foe.

Which is why we

must seize control

whilst we can.

Hmm?

Talk to her.

Right.

What about you?

Get the feeling

it's not just rage monsters

that have you feeling

helpless.

Uh...

I have become well acquainted

with the vicissitudes of life.

(scoffs, quietly):

Oh, come on.

But, yes.

I have become keenly

aware of late that...

I may be fighting a losing

battle... on many fronts.

Against bureaucrats.

Against developers.

Against...

On many fronts.

Well, maybe you should take

your own advice.

Talk to her.

(sighs) Sometimes I just miss

being in the Corps, you know?

You had your mission,

had your orders,

that was all you needed to know.

Oh, yes.

There is a purity

to the mission

of a workaday soldier.

One which, I confess,

I miss as well.

If only we could be

so single-minded all the time.

Hmm.

Single-minded mission.

ABBIE:

You got something, Crane?

Uh...

Here.

"Once summoned and scented

with a quarry,

"they will continue

their pursuit indefinitely

"until the quarry

has been captured.

"It is this single-minded focus

on their mission

"that defines the fearsome

creatures known as...

the Norse berserkers."

Berserkers.

That would explain their

anger-management issues.

Do they have

any weaknesses?

Uh, it says

their strength burgeons

the more you fight them,

as they feed off the energy

of the battle.

They are vulnerable

to one substance--

mistletoe.

Wait, seriously?

Like, as in, "Gosh,

who put that there?

Oh, well, I guess

we should kiss" mistletoe?

Mis...

Mistletoe is known to

have druidic powers.

In fact, Celtic priests would

coat their arrows

in mistletoe sap

before going to battle.

Wait a minute.

Jenny actually showed me

some crossbow bolts

that looked like that.

Hey, Mills, where'd...?

(deep voice):

Behold my glory

for I am coming.

(partiers laughing, talking)

Sorry to keep you waiting.

The bakery accidentally put

peanuts in the cake,

and two fights have broken

out over who's better--

Katy Perry or Taylor Swift.

So...

the Nevins case.

Shouldn't this be

wrapped up by now?

Very close, sir.

Surveillance has yielded

a ton of leads.

But you still don't have

your smoking gun.

No, sir.

Nevins has been

cagier than expected.

I just need

a little more time.

With a few more resources...

I can't divert

any more assets

without attracting

more attention.

How much more

time do you need?

One... two weeks

at the most.

Just make sure this goes

down clean and by the book.

You got eyes

on this one.

Yes, sir.

And by the way, uh,

how's our agent doing?

The, uh, diamond

in the rough?

I have no doubt she'll be one

of the very best in the Bureau.

Good to hear, 'cause there

are eyes on her as well.

(Jenny groans)

How long was I out?

Not long.

You started glowing

like a road flare,

and then you zonked out.

How you feeling?

(groans)

Like I went a couple

rounds with Godzilla.

Mm.

Or Godzilla's meaner brother.

You remember anything?

Not really.

Just a feeling,

like...

like I was someone powerful.

(sighs)

Masonic cell.

Its mystical protections

will keep you

off the berserkers' radar.

Mm.

Where are the guys?

Crane has a theory

on how to track the berserkers,

and he and Joe

are checking it out.

They're gonna need our help.

Mm, okay.

(sighs)

We're just gonna

chill, okay?

ABBY: They'll let us

know if they need us.

And they're armed up with the

mistletoe bolts anyway, so...

You pulled

babysitter duty?

Just like old times.

(both chuckle)

Yep.

(gently): All right.

(sighs)

Just like old times.

You really think

they're here?

If Norse legends

are anything to go by,

the berserkers will

seek out a metal cave,

similar to the mines

of Nidavellir.

To rejuvenate and recalibrate

their tracking senses.

Well... this is the closest

thing Sleepy Hollow's got

to a dark metal cave.

Let's go.

♪ ♪

(motor buzzing)

(buzzing stops)

They're here.

(low snarling)

Crane, behind you!

(berserker snarls)

(growling)

(roars)

What do we do now?

Run.

(snarling, roaring)

Won't hold 'em for long!

Get to the truck! Now!

(snarling)

(engine revving)

ABBIE: Could the texts

have been wrong?

Perhaps. The anecdotal

evidence is overwhelming.

Why didn't the

mistletoe work?

There may have been

a modification

to the ritual used

to summon them.

The only way to know for certain

is to examine Nevins'

source material.

We need to know

what spell he used.

No.

It would take me no more

than a few minutes

to search Nevins' office.

Crane.

Nevins' place is being

surveilled 24-7.

And as it is, Joe and Jenny

may end up before a grand

jury once Nevins is indicted.

Not to mention,

if we keep sticking our nose in,

we'll blow this whole case

for Danny.

Lieutenant, you know

I understand your bind,

and I, more than anyone,

know what it means

to be pulled between two worlds,

but if we do not stop

these monsters...

we cannot risk moving

Miss Jenny anywhere,

even to a hospital.

These creatures will not stop

until we stop them.

But, please, if you know

of any other course of action...

Remember how to use this?

Make sure the door

is not wired for any alarms.

Have Joe show you

the layout of the place.

And get out of there

as fast as you can.

Go.

♪ ♪

(cell phone rings)

(phone beeps)

I've arrived.

No sign of Nevins' automobile.

Got it. Sit tight.

Understood.

(keypad beeping)

(phone line rings)

(beeps)

Ramirez.

This is Mills.

I need you to check out a 10-37

at the Harbor Island shipyards.

Seriously?

Why does port authority

seem to think

every vehicle is suspicious?

I know, it's probably nothing,

but Homeland sent down a memo

about activity on the port.

Does Reynolds

know about this?

We're not supposed

to leave our post.

He's in DC.

I'm on the desk.

Copy that.

Come on, let's go.

(engine starting)

(backup warning beeping)

♪ ♪

(hinges creak)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(grunts)

Hold still!

No sudden moves.

Unhand me, you scoundrel.

Funny words,

coming from a potential thief.

(grunts)

Do I look like

a common thief,

stealing worms?

No.

You look like the bass player

for some British rock band.

What are you doing here?

At a bait shop?

I'm looking for bait.

You're a fisherman?

Yes.

Monofilament line or fused?

Braided horsehair.

Baited with worm, minnow

or little frog,

just as Izaak Walton

prescribed.

Hmm.

Bait is in this building.

Ah, thank you.

I might ask what

you're doing here,

slamming patrons

up against a wall.

My friend owns this place.

He doesn't like strange people

lurking around the alleyways.

Did you call me "strange"?

Oh, good grief,

how will I ever endure?

Save it.

You don't strike me

as the thin-skinned type.

Word to the wise,

Dr. Strange.

Steer clear.

If we run into each other again,

next time it won't be

so pleasant.

Your pleasantries

need a little work, madam.

(sighs)

How'd it go?

Nothing that could not

be managed.

Complications?

A brief run-in with one

of Nevins' associates.

She was... pugnacious.

Nothing to worry about.

Ah.

Nevins' important belongings

were locked away,

but I managed to

retrieve this.

The spell Nevins cast

was from the Ynglinga saga,

but he changed something.

Whereas the Norse mystics

called upon

the power of Odin,

Nevins invoked

the power of Pandora.

Presumably,

the mystical source

he was tapping

was Pandora's box.

It is slight

but a significant alteration.

And that's why

the mistletoe didn't work.

We have no way of figuring

out their weakness.

We're fighting

an unbeatable enemy.

"When faced with

an unbeatable enemy,

you must make the

enemy beat themselves."

More Sun Tzu?

No.

A thinker of a more Western ilk.

Daniel Boone.

Summer, 1779.

Boonesborough, Kentucky,

was facing an imminent attack

from British

and Hessian forces.

Each army was overwhelming

in its own right,

but combined,

they were unbeatable.

Boone knew his ragtag militia

had no chance

against the joint forces.

He also knew

the British-Hessian alliance

was an uneasy one at best.

(muffled grunting)

(gagging)

(horse whinnies)

(distant gunshots,

men shouting)

He feigned a British attack

on the Hessian encampment,

then did the same

in the British camp.

Of course, before long,

the British and the Hessians

turned on one another

and wiped themselves out.

Boonesborough was saved.

Make the enemy

defeat themselves.

Exactly.

It just might work.

We need Joe's help on this one.

He's back in the Masonic cell

with Jenny.

I'll find the supplies we need.

Lieutenant, do realize

if we do not succeed,

then to all intents and

purposes, this shall be...

Checkmate.

So tell me again how

this plan is supposed to work.

Well, it is

an Abbie-Crane special.

One part history,

one part magic,

whole lotta crazy.

(laughs softly)

Mm.

Sorry, is this

hurting you?

Mm, no.

No, I'm just

a little dizzy.

(sighs)

You know, I spent my whole life

hunting magical artifacts.

Now one of those artifacts

is fighting back.

(chuckles)

Is that karmic

or ironic?

It's neither.

It's gonna be a little footnote

when you tell people the story

about what happened here

years from now.

Oh, yeah?

Who am I gonna tell?

(sighing): Well,

let's see, I don't know.

I mean...

Abbie'll be

running the FBI,

so she's gonna be

kind of tough to reach.

And Crane will be

a college professor,

but he's only gonna

keep office hours,

like, once a week,

so...

What does he teach?

Modern cinema.

(laughing)

Hmm.

So I guess

that leaves me.

(laughs softly)

I guess it does.

You know, Crane told me

I should talk to you.

About what?

About this.

Hey.

Make sure the carabiner's locked

and the tether's tight.

You talk as if I've never

climbed a mountain before.

Right.

I've never climbed

a mountain before.

Here, like this.

(air hisses)

Ready?

Well, it shouldn't be long now.

(snarling)

(snarling)

(snuffling)

(screeching growl)

(snarling)

(berserkers snarling,

screeching, growling)

(snarling)

Good God.

(growling)

Like hyenas.

Hyenas from hell.

(low growling)

Give our regards to Pandora.

So much for

unbeatable enemy.

I gotta give it

to your pal Daniel Boone.

Turning the enemies

against themselves...

so sharp.

Well, despite

his rough-hewn persona,

Boone was as cunning a tactician

as any general.

Mm-hmm!

And I gotta give props

to you, too, Crane,

'cause you put it

all together.

No, no, no.

Props to you, Lieutenant.

(laughs)

It was your idea

more than mine.

"Nothing beats

a good blindside."

Yeah.

Also, you noted

that I've been off

my game of late.

When I pledged my allegiance

to this country in 1776,

I had a very clear vision

of what my future would hold.

Nowhere in that vision

did I imagine waking

in the 21st century,

and yet...

More and more,

I feel this desire

to acculturate.

But the idea of

losing the archives,

of losing my fight

for citizenship

for a country that

I, in part, founded,

the idea of losing you...

...to some wretched

federal promotion to...

I don't know, Dallas

or to Los Angeles or...

Sometimes, it seems as though

the unbeatable enemy

is the 21st century.

Yeah, but the thing is,

Crane...

Joe, me, Jenny...

we are the 21st century.

And every day, we take you

a step further

in that direction.

That is the unbeatable enemy

beating itself.

And we ain't goin' nowhere.

(cocks gun)

Aw, that was beautiful.

I can see you guys are going

through something personal

and I hate to step on

such a lovely moment,

but I got some pressing

issues of my own.

Like where is Jenny Mills?

I told you it wouldn't

work out so well for you

if we met again.

Hmm.

Tell me where Jenny Mills is,

or I start shooting.

What do you want

from her?

I don't want anything from her,

I want her.

See, the energy

from the Shard

is very important

to someone I work for,

and it's vital I get it back.

Pandora.

No.

Someone who makes Pandora

look like a homeroom teacher.

And he will

be here soon,

so give me Jenny Mills!

You've got five seconds.

I'm sorry, kid, this

is nothing personal.

Ah, screw you.

(chuckles)

NEVINS:

You are definitely

August Corbin's son.

Five!

Wait, now. Hold on.

Four.

Don't tell 'em anything, Abbie.

ABBIE: No, no, no...

Three. Two.

Drop the gun, Atticus!

Sophie Foster, FBI!

Now drop the gun.

You traitorous bitch...

(gunshot)

(shouts)

Six months

on this mission,

and I blow my cover now.

Reynolds is gonna lose it.

Reynolds knows about you?

Knows? This is his op.

My role in this

investigation

was strictly need-to-know.

Only inner circle.

He didn't tell you.

SOPHIE:

All right, I'm taking him in.

See what we can salvage.

Listen, you better

find your sister.

Nevins sent the who's who

of bad guys after her,

and there's no telling who's

still out there. All right?

Let's go.

Come on.

Jenny?

She's not here.

It's crazy.

I locked her in

before I left.

CRANE:

This lock

has been broken from the inside.

ABBIE:

Crane.

CRANE: These drawings...

they match Miss Jenny's

description of her vision.

ABBIE:

What do they mean?

CRANE:

I cannot say.

But clearly,

her condition is worsening.

Guys, where is she?

♪ ♪

(whooshing, rumbling)

(rumbling continues)

(whooshing)

(rumbling stops)

♪ ♪

Kneel.

Behold my glory.

I have arrived.

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