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Crane?

Joe?

Jenny?

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We're not in Kansas anymore,

are we?

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I found my way

out of purgatory.

Back from the 1700s.

There has got to be

a way out of here.

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PANDORA: In moments like these,

I can sense the beauty

this world once possessed.

HIDDEN ONE: These lands

find the favor of your gaze.

Upon these fields,

these hills, these seas,

we shall bring a reign

of blood and terror

until all mortals

swear their fealty.

You make it sound

so lovely.

Mm.

Perhaps we should

retire to our abode.

No need to travel.

(loud rumbling)

(gasps softly)

My love,

without your powers

at their height,

to move our home, the exertion.

Worth it to bring you joy.

Soon I shall be restored

to all that I ever was

and more.

The beacon we set,

its signal travels

far and wide.

All the aberrations of evil

that wander the Earth...

awake...

and come hither.

(thunder rumbling)

Oh, wait. Guys.

Oh, my cell phone,

I left it on top.

Go ahead and

order me a beer.

Or two. Or nine.

(laughs)

(engine starts)

(stones clattering)

(growls softly)

(roaring)

(man screaming)

SOPHIE: Must cost more

than a few silver spoons

to send your kid here.

Yeah, I bet.

No movement

on the Nevins escape?

Escape, disappearance,

abduction?

Close to a month, and we still

don't even know

what went down that day.

Yeah, well, an agent

I respect once told me

the best way to keep

your head in the game

is to keep it in the game.

Yeah?

What are we looking at?

Thanks.

This place is on the

National Historic Registry.

The men working on it

are government employees.

One of them fell to

his death last night.

Question is: was it suicide

or was he pushed?

Any witnesses?

Rest of the crew went out

for an after-shift beer.

SOPHIE:

Cuts and bruises.

Like he was bludgeoned

with a blunt instrument.

Examiner thinks he may have hit

the sides of the tower

on his way down.

Something not

adding up?

You could say that.

(doorbell rings)

Hey, good morning.

Everything all right?

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah. Sorry.

No, I'm actually, uh,

I'm off duty.

I was just, uh, wondering

if I could have

a minute of your time.

You already got that.

(chuckles)

Uh, my name's Joe Corbin.

I'm applying to the Good

Neighbor Next Door program.

New York state offsets

the price of a home

by about 50% for,

you know, teachers, cops..

EMTs. I get the picture.

JOE: Yeah, anyway, so I was

just looking at a place

down the street, uh,

knocking on some doors,

seeing what people think

of the neighborhood.

EZRA: Mostly families

around here,

good school districts,

you know.

JOE:

Oh, no, it's just me.

I'm not married or

anything, so, uh...

(conversation continues

indistinctly)

What street did you say

you were thinking of buying on?

JOE: Um, actually, no,

I-I didn't say, actually.

But you know what?

I don't want to take up

too much of your time.

You've already been

more than helpful.

Thank you so much, Mr., uh...

Uh, Mills. Ezra Mills.

Mr. Mills. Thank you.

Yeah.

JOE:

Why wouldn't you tell me

that it was

your father's place?

JENNY: I thought it would

throw you off your game.

No, you thought

that if you told me,

I would've suggested that you

knock on the door yourself.

I knew you'd say that.

Well, no, you didn't,

because you didn't give me

the opportunity to say it.

Fine.

Look, you trust me

to have your back

when we go up

against monsters.

I hope you know you can trust me

with what's going on in here.

Oh, I know. I...

I do know that.

It's just,

knowing and doing

are two different things.

We're both very new at this.

We're doing

our best, right?

Yeah. And for the record,

I would've told you

to knock on the door yourself.

Aha.

(laughs)

Ah! Built to

your specifications,

Miss Jenny.

Seven foot high,

six wide, two deep.

Solid oak, yew pegs.

We just bought

that lumber this morning.

Compared to barn raising,

this is child's play.

And time is of the essence.

Yeah, according

to accounts I dug up

from the spiritualist movement

of the 1850s,

we need to take advantage

of a planetary syzygy.

Syzygy.

A word I used to win

perhaps the finest round

of Scrabble I ever played.

It's not English,

it's a failed sneeze.

CRANE:

Triple word score.

Haters gonna hate.

Okay. So this is, like,

a Lion, Witch and Wardrobe

thing?

CRANE:

Actually, more of a

"locate the lieutenant

in oblivion" kind of thing.

This is a spirit cabinet,

meant to enable

astral projection.

You enter a fugue state,

and your spirit is free

to travel across

different planes of reality.

Miss Jenny believes it may be

a way to find

the lieutenant in the void

between this world

and... others.

The locator glyph

calls for three totems

from the family

of the person you seek.

Grace Dixon's journal,

which belonged to my mother,

a necklace

that Abbie gave to me, and...

this is my father's.

Don't ask.

Well...

No, wait.

I should be the one to go.

Abbie sacrificed herself

to save me.

No, Miss Jenny.

Your familial bond

notwithstanding,

you yourself told me that our

shared connection as Witnesses

means I am

the lieutenant's best chance.

When I fall into the trance,

draw the curtains

to complete the ritual.

(clears throat)

"Soul, be free

of its shackles.

"Spirit,

"roam where you will.

"While body rests here

in safe embrace,

let the spirit

to its target race."

It's faint, but it's there.

His astral form

has left his body.

If all goes to plan,

he should be on his way

to wherever Abbie is.

Find her, Crane.

Bring her home.

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Okay, so the candle flame's

a tether?

Once it burns all the way down,

it'll draw his astral form back.

And he'll have time to find her?

There's no guarantees.

(knocking on door)

Hey, sorry to, uh,

show up unannounced.

I'm looking for Crane.

Tried his phone,

but got no answer.

Is he around?

Uh... yes and no.

He's released his astral form

on a journey to find Abbie.

His what now?

JENNY: Let's just say

we can give him a message

when he gets back.

Yeah, well,

there's a case I'm on,

and I might have one of

those things that he deals with

that needs dealing with.

By "thing," you mean

a creature thing?

Right now it's more of a hunch.

That map you found,

the one that showed

all the monsters

headed to Sleepy Hollow,

I figured maybe this had

something to do with that.

Well, with Crane out of pocket

and Abbie still missing,

Joe and I are kind of

holding down the fort,

so why don't you tell us

what you know,

and we'll look into it.

It's probably better

if I just show you.

SOPHIE: In the background

of a crime scene photo,

three Gargoyles, right?

But look at this.

There's a fourth right here.

JOE:

Maybe they took one down.

They are doing

a renovation, right?

I now live in a world where

Gargoyles might come alive.

I figured Crane and Abbie

might have

dealt with something like this.

Not that I can think of.

But I can tell you

what they'd do.

Crane would head back

to the archives,

he'd pull a whole stack of books

and learn everything he could

about Gargoyles.

Abbie would drink

a ton of coffee

and find some detail,

and Crane would do

that thing with his hands.

"I've seen this before,

Lieutenant."

And he'd think

of a historic detail.

Not any history you think

you'd know; it'd be like,

"George Washington

was a zombie."

"Ben Franklin had

a demon key to purgatory."

And, what, Jefferson

was a hologram?

He told you about that?

Forget it.

Moving on.

You said Abbie profiled

creatures, right?

And that's not

a bad idea.

The obvious question is:

how did it wake up,

and how do we stop it?

Stone Manor,

stone creature.

Finding out who built

the tower and when

might give us some clues.

We can get the date

and place of origin

off the cornerstone.

This tower was most likely once

part of the Cathedral de Rouen.

And you know

that how?

My parents were

archaeologists.

For a while, I considered

going into the field.

Saint-Cyr granite.

Mostly used by French craftsmen.

Hand-carved

in the baroque style.

So 17th century.

You had me

at French craftsmen.

Reynolds said this place was

historic; he wasn't kidding.

This tower was relocated

from Europe, stone by stone.

And maybe the Gargoyle

came with it.

We can get more information

in the cathedral's library.

Let's start there.

Your turn.

Oh, really? Call it a night?

In a place

where there is no night?

(chuckles)

That's check and mate, Crane.

Better luck next time.

CRANE:

Lieutenant...

Lieutenant.

Crane?

Crane?

CRANE:

Lieutenant.

Crane!

(panting)

All in your head.

It is all in your head, Abbie.

Okay.

Your move.

CRANE: Queen to knight four,

Lieutenant.

Queen-knight defense.

What is this?

CRANE:

I'm close.

I need help for the last

bit of the journey.

What do I do?

Our bond, hold it

in your mind.

Our partnership.

(whispers): Please be real,

please be real, please be real.

Please let this be real.

Oh, it is a relief to find you

hale and hearty, Lieutenant.

I knew you were alive.

I'm afraid I am here

in spirit form only.

An astral projection.

It was Miss Jenny's idea.

With the assistance

of Master Corbin.

We never surrendered

hope, Lieutenant.

Over the past few weeks,

we've searched high and low.

"Weeks"?

I've been here

ten months, Crane.

(sighs)

Is everything all right,

my love?

(sighs)

The effort it took

to move our home.

(sighs)

These paltry trifles

I am reduced to summoning.

Your power will return.

And with it, your omnipotence.

The Eye

was in my grasp.

Then that Witness took it...

and fled into the Catacombs.

And I cannot follow

to retrieve what is mine.

Clearly I cannot

use the same method

by which I brought

you forth.

But there may be another route.

The Witness has found a path

to reach his other half

and in turn provided me a way

to retrieve

what she took from you.

Excellent.

Once the Eye is in my hands,

we shall make those mortals pay

for what they've done.

The sun has not set,

it has not moved in the sky

since I arrived here.

Once my phone died,

I had no way of

telling time,

so... (chuckles)

Takes roughly 12 hours

for the sand to pour out.

Two sleeve-fulls equals a day.

304. Ten months.

What did you do for sustenance?

Strange.

It's like I don't need

to eat, drink or sleep.

Problem isn't hunger.

It's monotony.

I have, uh, spent most

of my time exploring,

searching for a way out,

mapping the place best I could.

There is powerful magic

at work here, Lieutenant.

These hieroglyphs

are remarkably similar

to the Sumerian I found

on our ancient tablet.

I cannot tell you how many times

I wished you were here

to help me decipher them.

Thank you, Crane.

For never giving up on me.

I only did as I knew you would

had our roles been reversed.

I just wish

I could have come sooner.

Funny thing is it's like

you've been here the whole time.

I talk to you, Crane.

Not you you, of course,

but, you know,

I know what you would say

and how you would say it,

and it's nice to have someone

to talk to, play chess with.

Do not worry, I haven't

completely lost it.

Not yet anyway.

JENNY: The French General

Lafayette's will stipulated

his papers remain here

under the sign of the cross.

Nothing about Gargoyles?

It's almost conspicuous

in its absence.

It's a dead end.

Hold on.

This guy was a

marquis, right?

Educated at the

finest universities.

Not that my French

is perfect,

but there are some

odd word choices here

and verbs conjugated

incorrectly.

Let me see that.

You don't

speak French.

Uh, no, but I can

spot a pattern.

So I'll just take a look.

Thanks.

Here.

It's subtle, but look.

This was written

in two slightly different

tones of blue ink.

It's a cipher.

JENNY:

There's another narrative here,

hidden right inside

the correspondence.

Here, I can

translate it.

"I had arranged to meet

"my contact

with the colonial forces

"at a courtyard

near the Rouen Bell Tower--

"Betsy Ross,

General Washington's attaché--

"where we were to pledge

our commitment

"to the Americans in

their battle for independence.

"But the British had unleashed

a creature out of myth

"to end our new alliance.

"La Gargouille,

"an evil beast

of living stone,

"hunted us through the grounds

of the cathedral.

His sole purpose was to

stop us before we succeeded."

(growling)

(roars)

This way, quickly!

(roars)

SOPHIE:

Wait, that's it?

What happened to Lafayette?

Betsy Ross?

That's all there is.

JOE: Crane usually

fills in the rest.

Well, her mission

must have succeeded,

despite General Howe

siccing a monster on them.

Lafayette and the French forces

joined the Colonials

against the British.

They must've found a way to turn

the creature back to stone.

So how do we do the same?

Well, Abbie and Crane

usually take a lesson

from the past

and use it to find clues

to help with the present.

That's great, but they aren't

here right now; we are.

Yeah, and we're

working through it.

Okay, I'm just gonna...

(sighs)

Come on, just try...

Joe, I'm fine.

Okay.

These tell a story

of a powerful deity

whose name is

forever hidden.

I think we know the one.

It says

he will appear to his followers

in this very temple.

"His power incarnate,

"flowing from the Eye

upon his staff,

and opening a pathway

between worlds."

The Eye of Providence.

That's how I got here.

CRANE:

Right. There must be a way

to revive it, so that we can

use it to get back to our world.

If I bring it back,

I'll be giving

the Hidden One what he wants.

Wait, wait, wait.

This cutlass.

I've seen this cutlass before.

Impossible.

I found it here.

No.

There's no mistaking it,

Lieutenant.

This belonged to Betsy Ross.

PANDORA:

Nothing left but a ruin.

Shame what's become

of this place.

In its day,

it was glorious.

Sorry, dearest.

This is my astral form.

Like your fellow Witness,

I have projected it here.

No need for

a spirit cabinet though

when your husband is a god.

He's a monster.

And you are a very close second.

What do you want?

Nothing from you.

You're searching

for a way out, and yes,

the Eye is the key.

I can show you how,

for a price.

Bring us

the Eye, Witness,

and you can go back home.

We're not going

to give it to you.

There's nothing

that you can do...

in your astral form.

You are so smart.

You're too smart

for your own good.

No, I can't touch you.

(gasps)

No!

But I can touch him.

What have you done?

I've cut you loose.

Now you'll float free

for all eternity.

A lost and silent soul.

Unless you give me

what I want.

Tick-tock.

(roars)

(engine starts)

Some kind of wild animal.

Up in the tower.

Okay, we've got it handled.

Go, go.

The creature.

It's here.

Follow my lead.

There, on the ledge.

(gunshots)

It's on the move!

Stay sharp.

(growling)

(roars)

Hey! Here!

No, wait, wait! The Abbey!

Lafayette thought

the sign of the cross

could keep the creature away.

Hallowed ground.

It's worth a shot.

Go, run! I'll cover you!

JOE:

Go!

(roars)

JENNY:

Go!

(growling)

SOPHIE: You really think

that's gonna stop him?

The Gargoyle, he can't

come onto consecrated ground.

For now. That thing

is still out there.

Yes, but we isolated a weakness.

We can go on the offensive.

Okay, if hallowed ground

hurts the thing...

Then we take what we can

from this place

and we weaponize it.

Hey, holy water could work.

We'll take one of the pews,

rip it up and make stakes

and pikes.

Hold on.

You want to toss water

on a Gargoyle

and hope it's allergic?

No, I got a

better idea.

Okay? We... we turn it to stone

with no magic involved.

The restoration crew left

their mixer out there.

We can use that, too.

We already have a plan.

What is the issue?

We are on the same side,

so why the static?

JOE:

Everybody just-just

take a second, all right?

Look, maybe we should

hear her out.

Are you kidding me right now?

Look, I know it's been...

it's been a really

weird day for you.

I get it, believe me.

But we need to throw everything

we got at this thing.

PANDORA: There is still a chance

to save your fellow Witness.

I can show you

how to use the Eye to return.

But you'd rather die than

give us what we need.

Noble.

But there are fates

worse than death, Abbie.

A month has passed

in the world,

yet here in

the Catacombs,

time has flown

ten times as fast.

How long will you be able

to stand the solitude?

There have been moments

where I thought I would go mad.

And there may be a day

in the future where I do.

So...

...for that reason...

I will do this.

(grunts)

No.

In chess,

we call that move a sacrifice.

On the face,

it presents a loss,

but in the end,

gives tactical superiority.

You despicable creature.

You enjoy that superiority

while you rot in this prison

for all eternity!

(thunder rumbling softly)

Coast is clear.

Give me a minute or two

to get it started,

all right?

Roger that.

It's the right

plan, Jenny.

I hope so.

We're betting the farm on it.

Joe.

That thing with my dad

this morning--

it's not that I don't trust you.

It's just that I've been

keeping people

at arm's length for so long.

Stick with it, okay?

You try and stop me.

(water sloshing)

Okay.

You know,

I had an ex-boyfriend

like that.

Lots of attitude,

head full of rocks.

Start, start.

(engine starts)

Ha!

Hey, ugly!

(growls)

Over here!

(roars)

Come on, big guy.

Just a little bit closer.

(shrieks)

Grab my hand!

JOE:

Hey!

(engine stops)

(cement crackles)

We did good.

Yeah.

All of us.

Yeah.

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You made your move.

Live with it!

CRANE (echoing):

Lieutenant.

Is that you, Crane?

CRANE:

Lieutenant.

Guess it won't matter much...

in the end.

Broken record, Crane.

What?!

I meant what I said before.

You're always here with me.

Ever since we first met.

There's no explaining it.

Two people could not be

any more different,

but we work things out together.

I know exactly

what you would say.

"Come now, Lieutenant.

"If there is an eternity

before us,

let's face it

with chin held high."

You said this cutlass

belongs to Betsy Ross, Crane?

"Indeed, Lieutenant.

"If she left her weapon here,

was she once

captive here herself?"

Or did she escape?

There is something here.

I know it.

This knife was left there

for a reason.

What have I missed?

"Something made these marks,

Lieutenant."

Not a blade.

(gasps)

A rope!

The knife was used as a stay

to support the rope

around the stump.

And lower someone...

into the well.

Crane!

Still there?

CRANE:

Lieutenant.

It's you.

I know you are still with me.

And if this is the way out,

then you come with me.

You said that Jenny and you

used totems

to help find me.

Now just use me.

If I get out of here...

(panting)

...so will you.

Stay with me, Crane.

CRANE:

Lieutenant!

ABBIE: Stay with me, Crane.

Lieutenant!

ABBIE:

I need you.

CRANE:

Hold fast, Abigail Mills.

PANDORA: How does that feel,

to know that you're alone now?

ABBIE:

Crane!

(gasps)

(birds chirping)

(jet engine whooshing

in distance)

Oh, thank God.

The candle's out.

He should be awake.

It's the same as when we left.

His body's here,

but his spirit isn't.

What? That makes zero sense.

The candle was supposed to be

a tether. It should've...

should've

snapped him back.

It was cut.

Abbie.

You.

Mmm.

You, your plan worked.

(laughs)

Crane found me.

I was trapped in this place;

Pandora called it the Catacombs.

Pandora was there?

Crane and I were

working on a way out.

She appeared

and cut his tether.

She cut it?

Mm-hmm.

That means he's

still out there,

alone.

No, not alone. Not ever.

He was supposed

to follow me back.

I told you to stay

with me, Crane.

That we would make it out

together.

(gasping)

Lieutenant.

Oh, thank heavens.

That was strange.

That was strange.

I was awake

but dreaming.

I was here but-but not here.

In the darkness,

lost...

...I heard your voice.

I followed it.

We made it.

Indeed.

Indeed.

I... Oh, no, no,

no, no, no.

Slow.

In the Catacombs,

I didn't get a

chance to tell you.

Your move to counter

my queen's knight four,

that was a false gambit.

I'd have outfoxed

you handily.

(chuckles)

Do not start.

(laughs)

Did you find the Witness?

What of the Eye of Providence?

I'm sorry, my love.

It was dormant.

The Witness...

she destroyed it.

At every step

these mortals confound us!

The beacon.

It wakes the creatures,

but they do not come.

I thirst, Pandora.

I hunger.

It causes me pain.

The beacon is too slow,

too weak.

It needs to be bolstered,

charged.

Many years ago,

you gave to me

of your power,

raised me to your side.

You would offer that to me?

I failed you.

Let this be

my punishment,

my shame.

Take what you need.

(rumbling, whooshing)

(gasping)

(exhales)

(crying softly)

(rumbling, whooshing)

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