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CRANE:

Two at the entrance.

Four on rotation.

Standard two-by-two formation.

Good morrow.

Good morrow.

Do you expect resistance?

William Erskine is

quartermaster general

to Cornwallis.

The supply charts he has in that

house will tell us everything

about every British

garrison in New York.

So ostentatious.

Typical British.

Idiot.

If the lobsterbacks see you,

this mission is over

before it's begun.

I made certain

I was out of view.

They have eyes everywhere.

Why Washington thought

it necessary to include you

in this mission is beyond me.

Does the Hale family have

something on the general?

Betsy...

Nathan,

contrary to accounts

in colonial pamphlets,

British officers are not stupid.

In addition to soldiers,

they employ Loyalist civilians.

They patrol this area.

And they are trained...

to spot the glint of a lens.

Two important things to learn:

Patience and caution.

Unlike the proverbial cat,

you have but one life.

Do not indulge in recklessness.

(engine roaring,

tires screeching)

(engine revving)

(gunfire continues)

(tires screeching)

Damn! He's gone.

(men talking indistinctly)

(trucks departing)

What is this thing

that's so important

you had to piss off a bunch

of apocalyptic cultists?

The Lydian Jug.

According to legend,

Orpheus used that very jug

to locate Eurydice when she

was whisked off to Hades.

And... Yes! This...

this third-century

Persian account

states that I

can use the jug

to activate

the, uh, locator spell

to reach the Lieutenant, even

if she was in another dimension.

Granted, the spell

is most effective

if used immediately

after the disappearance.

Come on, it's

been over a month.

It's not really been tested.

You're grasping

at straws.

The Lieutenant's spirit

is strong.

She may be hurt, she may be

suffering, but she is alive.

It is

up

to me to find her.

It's up to us, Crane.

(grunts)

Abbie sacrificed herself

to save me,

so, trust me,

we all want to find her.

Yes, of course. I...

I would never imply...

It's okay, Crane.

(sighs, murmurs)

We have a lead...

on an artifact.

Something that could

help us track Pandora

and the Hidden One.

The idea is find the bad guys,

find Abbie.

We'll need assistance

to find this artifact.

No, no, no. Let us take

the ball for a while.

If you burn out,

you're of no good to us.

Or Abbie.

Right. Uh...

I-I could use a little respite.

We will find her, Crane.

Mm-hmm.

PANDORA: I know you are

displeased, my love.

But all will be

set right

with the

fullness of time.

You dare speak to me of time.

I, who have slumbered

for millennia.

Humanity has spread unchecked

across this world,

ravaging it like locusts.

Yet instead of purging

this horde,

I only have the strength

for parlor tricks.

I share your frustration.

Had the Witnesses

not intervened...

The fault does not lie

with the Witnesses.

It is with you.

Because of your inadequacies,

we now hide like slaves.

I have found another way...

to return you

to your full power.

A remnant of the pithos

I once gave you.

I thought it had been destroyed.

Rescued from the debris.

Even a fragment of the box

holds enough power to give you

what you need.

That which hides in the depths,

I summon thee.

♪ ♪

(sighs)

(sighs)

Souls that wander.

Souls that roam.

Find this beacon.

A light unto home.

(rattling, rumbling)

(rattling, rumbling stop)

(thuds, clanks)

Where are you?

Why are you following me?

Who says I'm following you?

Maybe I just like hanging out

in creepy ruins.

You seem to.

Is that a crime,

Agent Foster?

No.

But kidnapping is. As is murder.

As is making an FBI agent

mysteriously disappear,

creating lots of extra work for

everyone in that agent's office.

Okay, I made that last part up.

What were you doing in here?

What did you see?

Not much.

Just heard you muttering.

Thessalian, right?

You know ancient

Greek dialects?

A few.

You know,

it's kind of a big deal

when an FBI agent goes missing.

Given that you were

the last person to see her,

you've become what we call

a person of interest,

so I'm gonna ask you again,

what were you doing in here?

If the FBI wishes to

formally charge me with a crime,

please, be my guest.

But until then,

leave me alone.

(sighs)

(rattling, rumbling)

(crackling)

♪ ♪

(door bell jingling)

(video game sound effects

blipping)

The Blavatsky Map.

Know it?

Jenny Mills.

Last time you came to see me,

I had to ice my face for a week.

That should buy

a lot of ice.

The map?

Yes, the map

of Helena Blavatsky,

19th-century

Russian occultist.

Claimed it allowed her

to track demonic presences.

I don't have it.

But you know where

it is, right?

(video game blipping)

Maybe this will

change your mind.

I need to make sure it's real.

You really think

this map will work?

(sighs) I don't know.

All I know is

we had to do something

to get Crane to stand down.

I mean, we're all taking

this thing with a heavy heart,

but he is really flailing.

That's why I had to get him

to see: we will find Abbie.

How can you be so sure?

Because there's no alternative.

Lovely piece.

So where's the map?

Atticus Nevins bought it

earlier this year,

but after he pulled

his Jimmy Hoffa act,

every relic hunter, dealer

and wannabe came to town,

raided his entire collection.

The Blavatsky Map ended up

with your old pal Randall.

Great.

Randall...

as in Randall who wanted to

drive a stick through my temple?

Still locked in

on our international

man of mystery?

What do you got?

Same old.

He looks through his books,

walks in the woods,

shouts at the sky.

Anything we can act on?

Not unless you

want to arrest him

for crimes against fashion.

We're missing something.

This guy is wrong. I know it.

He's the only one that can

tell us what happened to Abbie

the night she disappeared.

I'm gonna get a warrant

to tap his phone.

You know, I took

this biology class in college.

We learned about

an experiment

where they train a bunch of dogs

to bring back a toy duck.

Only, when they set

them loose in a field,

no duck. Scientists never

put one out there.

It wasn't long before

the dogs got depressed,

stopped eating,

fought with each other...

You see what I'm getting at?

That scientists are jerks?

Yes, definitely that, and also,

stress will mess you up.

That cabin you like

by West Point--

why don't you take

a long weekend?

Some fresh air, sunshine,

chop some wood...

I don't know what

people do out in cabins.

Just... just go

and clear your head.

I'll put in for the

phone tap warrant.

Biology, huh?

Mm.

I thought you majored

in archaeology.

I did.

I'm a very complex person.

(sighs)

Hmm.

(distant thud)

Hello?

(distant thud)

Lieutenant?

(wind whistling,

window frames clunking)

(squeaking on mirror)

(Crane grunts)

(groans)

(panting)

(phone ringing)

Ichabod Crane.

SOPHIE: How'd you get

into my apartment?

Agent Foster?

SOPHIE: Yeah.

Agent Foster, the person

you just tried to punk.

I have no earthly idea

what you are saying,

in more ways than one.

You didn't leave this message?

What message?

SOPHIE: I told Reynolds

you were a harmless kook,

and now you go and...

Agent Foster!

What message?

You're paying

the security deposit.

Did you see or hear anything?

A weird wind.

Figured you were messing

with me.

So this wasn't you?

Then who did this?

Someone who is trying

to send us a message.

Though why she would choose

to communicate

through you is, um...

May I?

What are you doing?

I need to check something

on your arm, if I may?

Thank you.

What the hell...?

It is part of a message

that I received, as well.

This is crazy.

We have both been contacted

by an outside force,

and given identical mysteries.

Not identical.

They're mirror images.

(electricity buzzing

and crackling)

Lieutenant...

(whooshing, Crane groans)

Help me, Crane.

(grunting, gasping)

Are you okay?

What the hell was that?

(panting):

It was Abbie.

She's dying.

(music playing,

lively crowd chatter)

Hold it.

The Dynamic Duo.

Come on and pull up a chair,

have some champagne.

No, thanks.

Just came by

to talk some business.

Oh. Hold on. Hold on.

Let me guess.

I'm seeing... a map.

Maybe Russian?

Damn, these artifacts

must be rubbing off.

A brother got powers now.

(laughs)

McKenna called.

Said something about

not owing you any favors.

How much for the map?

Well, let's see...

Last time I saw you, you left

my ass handcuffed to a bathtub.

How much you think I

should collect for that?

That was just business.

Sometimes it's not

just business.

Come on.

Like you haven't been handcuffed

by a girl in a motel before.

Come on, Jenny.

You don't have to do this.

Let's go.

Damn, Mills.

No shame.

Always liked that about you.

(laughs quietly)

I'll tell you what.

I was gonna have Howie

and Russell here beat

the crap out of you,

but for old times' sake,

I'll let you leave in one piece.

You know what's funny?

I didn't even know

I had that map.

But once I heard

you were looking for it,

I made sure to find it

and put it somewhere safe.

So...

thanks for the heads-up.

(laughing)

Tell me you got it.

He's not too bright, is he?

Dumb as a bag of hammers.

(chuckles quietly)

Here.

This is the Shinto

symbol for "gateway."

Now, there are assorted rituals

for activating such gateways,

but we may need

to build one first.

Out of what?

There's a tribe in New Guinea

that believes mirrors

are so powerful

they don't have a word

for it, so instead

they indicate mirrors

by showing what they do.

Mirror images.

She wants us to build a

gateway out of a mirror.

Yeah.

I believe we have one

stored behind here. Yes.

So, all this,

this is, um,

your personal library?

Uh, not all mine.

It's been cultivated

over the centuries.

First by the Founding Fathers,

and most recently

by the late Sheriff

August Corbin.

(grunts)

All... vital tools

for the war against evil.

Believe it or not,

I know how you feel.

'Twas not long ago

that I, too, was in the dark.

And truth be told, life would be

far simpler if I still were.

But, as with every war,

what we do not know can

most certainly harm us.

The sentries have

changed their pattern.

(whispering):

We must retreat.

CRANE:

Oh, no-- Hale.

What is he doing?

I told him to stay

at the base.

CRANE: The fool's brave,

I'll give him that.

We must assist.

You there-- stop!

Stop him!

(overlapping shouting,

grunting)

There's nothing we can do.

CRANE:

He will hang.

Spies do not get a trial.

If we don't leave now, we

will share the same fate.

Look there!

At the tree line!

Look there!

Through the gate!

(bell clanging)

So why are we doing this

in your, uh, dungeon?

The Masonic cell

concentrates mystical energies.

Gives us the best chance

to bridge dimensions.

I need you to anchor me.

Whoa, buy a girl a drink first,

why don't you?

Sorry.

I'm just a little...

little nervous.

This is my first

"rescue a lost spirit

from another dimension"

mission.

(sighs anxiously)

If the Lieutenant were here,

she would say something...

tough yet encouraging,

of which I would

wholeheartedly concur.

She is very good at that.

I get why you

want to find her so badly.

Vision unto reflection,

Light unto dark,

see us with your unblinking

eye...

and open the bridge to

worlds on end...

(rumbling, whooshing)

(rumbling fades)

Ah! Oh...

(grunting)

(shouting)

(grunting)

(grunts)

(growling)

Oh, my God...

(startled gasp)

(growling)

(grunts, snarls)

(whimpers, gasps)

(eerie screech)

(gasps)

That thing wasn't human.

And it wanted to kill us.

Presumably.

We were supposed

to be rescuing Mills,

not facing down

living nightmares.

Evil engages us when

we least expect it.

So you had no way of

knowing that that...

that thing

would come through?

Well, the ancient texts

say the gateway spell

is often used for

darker purposes.

You knew you might

summon a monster?

I thought the Lieutenant

had calculated a way

to appropriate

the spell.

You wanted to find Abbie

so badly

you allowed a demon

to play you.

You're the reason

it's in our world.

I took a chance.

Working with the

supernatural is not

an unequivocal science,

and if the Lieutenant were here

she would tell you...

She's not here.

I am.

And I don't need to

be Abbie Mills to see

that you are pushing too hard.

You insisted on participating

in this mission.

Why was that?

I may not know about

the supernatural,

but I know

when someone screws up.

You don't think

I'm to blame, do you?

What I think's not important,

Crane. What do you think?

Who asked you, anyway?

(knocking on door)

Local cops found a body

and the death is unusual.

This might be the work

of our mirror monster.

I-I don't know

enough about

this stuff to know

what to look for, so...

Thanks.

Pleasure.

Victim was a car thief.

He stopped to ditch a hot ride

in the parking lot of a diner,

but didn't get very far.

A witness said

she saw a woman

in white running from the scene.

Also, uh...

I have experienced

firsthand

the creature

that created these marks.

Where's the diner?

Off Route 10.

Away from town.

I must examine the area.

♪ ♪

According to my research,

this is an onryo,

a Japanese

vengeance demon.

Typically associated with

the spirits of wronged women,

but this particular one

feeds off desperation.

The locator spell I cast must

have brought it to the area.

And it focused on me

because of my...

emotional state.

So it picked up

on your cues

and pretended to be Abbie.

You were catfished.

If that peculiar

ichthyic reference

means I was duped,

then yes, you are correct.

Okay, so then why'd it mark me?

Perhaps because you were present

when I cast the spell.

The demon must have assumed

we were...

Partners.

I have worked

and fought

alongside many people

in my time.

It was only recently

that I truly understood

what a partner is.

What it means to have someone

who makes you more than you are

simply by being by your side.

Truly your better half.

You were right.

I acted recklessly.

I get it.

It's not easy losing

someone like that.

You speak as if from

personal experience.

My parents.

They were archaeologists.

When I was a kid,

they went out on a dig.

Mayan ruins.

Officially, their disappearance

was ruled an unsolved mystery,

but local workers swore

they were taken away

by demonic forces.

I tried

to convince myself

that it was just

superstition talking.

But you knew there was

some truth to it.

So you studied everything

you could on the supernatural.

My whole life

I've been looking for proof

that there is another world

out there.

And you...

you've been living in it.

(phone rings)

It's Foster.

When did this happen?

All right, yeah, got it.

Thanks.

They just found another

body with the same marks.

A hitchhiker.

Farther north on Route 10.

That's further away from town.

If desperation

truly is the onryo's lure,

it would surely

head to more populated areas.

This road

is the opposite direction.

Next closest exit

is West Point.

This...

this thing

feeds on desperation,

right?

Mm.

Could it be tracking not just

people who are desperate,

but people who are desperate

to find Abbie?

Its focus could be

that specific.

Why?

I think I know

where it's headed.

There's only one person

who is as desperate

to find out what happened

to Abbie Mills as you.

It's going after

Daniel Reynolds.

Our call has been heard,

my love.

Soon you will have all you need

to restore your strength.

There is a quicker path.

Find the Witness

that took the Eye.

She no longer exists

in this realm.

But if she still lives,

I will hunt her

to the ends of time.

I swear it.

Good.

Because if you fail

to find her...

I will not suffer alone,

my love.

JENNY: Randall made three calls

to this storage facility.

The manager said

that he paid

for six months,

up front, in cash.

What, he just volunteered

that information?

I've done business

with him before.

You know, someday you're

gonna have to give me

the full rundown

on the adventures

of Jenny Mills.

It's not that interesting.

Look, I understand, you know.

You want to keep acting

cool, professional.

Stick with what you know.

Because if you can

convince yourself

that it's just

business as usual,

then the truth

of what might have

happened to Abbie can't sink in.

But sooner or later, you are

gonna have to face that truth.

All right? Just...

just remember

that you'll be okay.

Oh, yeah?

How do you know that?

'Cause I'm not going anywhere.

Got it.

RANDALL:

Nice job.

When you gonna learn, Mills?

I'll always be one step ahead.

(grunts)

(punches thudding,

Joe grunting)

Randall, call them off.

(gunshot)

(gasps)

I guess your boy

was misbehaving.

Now, where's my phone?

Drop it.

(chuckling)

Your guys are sleeping

on the job out there.

You should hire better guys.

(grunts)

Thanks, but, uh...

Dumb and Dumber will be

getting up any second now.

Come on.

(fire crackling)

(eerie screeching)

(hissing, snarling)

(snarling)

The mirror from whence you came,

I was able to hurt you

with its glass.

That is your weakness.

CRANE: Agent Foster!

(Sophie gasping)

(screams)

Damn.

(muffled screeching)

(muffled thumping, banging,

screeching)

(Sophie grunts)

Welcome to the other world.

I have to tell you something.

It's-it's okay,

you-you don't have to...

You are so... stupid.

Whoa. Okay. I mean,

that's not where I thought

you were going with that.

What else can I do

to get you to see?

I am not the kind of person

that talks about feelings

and gets to know you.

I don't share stories

and have relationships.

I'm the person who knocks heads

and moves around.

My world is filled

with Randalls and McKennas.

And-and that's

all you want it to be?

Why not?

What good ever came

from the other way?

My dad left

when I was three.

Mom checked out

not long after that.

Even Abbie abandoned me.

And Abbie came back.

Yeah, and now she's gone.

Possibly for good.

Because she was saving me.

She gave up herself for me.

(sighs)

(exhales)

When I thought...

when I thought Randall's guys

had shot you...

I thought,

"I lost Abbie, and...

now I'm gonna lose

another person that I love."

Sorry about cutting

your weekend short.

Someone called in

a Mills sighting.

Turned out to be a false alarm.

No worries.

I needed an excuse

to get out of that cabin.

I was starting to go stir-crazy.

Too much fresh air?

And wood chopping.

How's that wiretap

warrant going?

I haven't put in for it yet.

Crane dresses funny,

yeah, and-and he talks like

a Jane Austen novel.

But is he really capable of

having done something to Mills?

I know what it's like

to need answers.

It can eat at you,

make you desperate.

I've seen it

happen with...

a friend.

(phone rings)

Foster.

Yeah, a-all right. Hold on.

M... Maybe you're right.

Maybe it is time to shift focus.

Yeah.

Yeah.

MAN:

Justice will not be served.

(distant, overlapping voices

fading in)

You draw fire from the flank.

I'll charge them before

they reach the gallows,

lift him on my mount.

We will not need the horses.

(horse whinnies in distance)

Then how do we save him?

OFFICER:

We have before you a traitor!

Nathan Hale, a spy,

caught reporting on His Majesty

King George's fleet.

We are here to let him know he's

not alone in his last moments.

Nathan Hale will die a hero.

OFFICER: He's to be hung by

the neck until dead,

on this day of Our Lord...

I cannot simply stand by.

The British believe Hale

to be just a rogue.

But if we launched

a rescue,

and by some miracle,

were able

to save him, they'd be alerted

to our presence.

The redcoats would scour

the area, not just for us

but for all our men,

men who can't leave their posts.

Scores would die.

OFFICER: ...his crimes, and as

a warning to others of you,

who would follow in

his treacherous path!

I only regret

that I have but one life

to give for my country.

He was our partner...

and we just let him die.

Not all our partners

will survive.

Sometimes you must accept

that there aren't going to be

any miracles.

The best you can do

is continue your mission.

You're suspending the search?

Oh. No.

I will never cease my efforts

to find the Lieutenant.

But in the

past month,

I have allowed nothing

but my single-minded drive

to fill my field of view.

And that led

to terrible consequences.

A friend

once told me,

"You must accept that there are

not going to be any miracles."

"The best you can do

is continue your mission."

I believe

the Lieutenant would agree.

And what is that mission?

For one,

I must continue the hunt

for Pandora and the Hidden One,

put an end to their evil.

Pandora?

There is much to review.

JENNY: Crane,

you got to see this.

How's it going?

What is she doing here?

Agent Foster has

been most valuable

in helping me deal with a...

sticky situation.

Uh-huh.

You can speak freely.

This map...

shows the energy signatures

of demonic creatures.

It's like, um, a radar

that detects monsters.

We thought we might be able

to use it to locate Pandora.

No dice.

But... we discovered

something else.

Each drop represents a demon.

They're converging on...

Sleepy Hollow.

Supernatural creatures

from all over the world

are headed here.

It's as if someone's

summoning them.

Pandora.

(stammers) You're saying

a... monster convention

is coming to town?

So... what do we do?

I believe if the Lieutenant

were here,

she would urge us

to "kick some demon ass."