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(brakes squeak)

(engine stops)

Pretty creepy, huh?

(laughs)

Oh, yeah.

I am shaking in my boots.

(chuckles)

Mm... okay.

It's a first date.

You know, so let's maybe

slow our roll a little.

What's the fun in that?

It's the "minding

my boundaries

and personal comfort"

sort of fun.

Come on.

What'd you think we

came out here to do?

Wait, I'm not,

I'm not kidding.

Stop! What the hell

are you doing?!

Whatever the hell I want.

(grunting)

Stop!

(grunting)

(man grunting, blows landing)

(growls)

You saved my life.

Who are you?

I have to know. Please.

(hisses)

(growling)

God, what the hell are you?

(growling)

No, no!

No, please, no!

(screams)

♪ ♪

No luck

in the land of Nod?

Not tonight.

Or last night.

I had hoped

your hiatus from the FBI

would help facilitate your rest,

not hinder it.

Don't worry.

I just getting acclimated

to normal life.

I didn't eat or

sleep for a year.

Time was a

flat circle.

I'm pretty sure this is just par

for the post-Catacombs course.

We have not yet

had an opportunity to discuss

your hardships there.

(snoring)

And the...

Please, Lieutenant.

(laughs)

This is it.

You're looking at it.

Painstaking boredom.

You're my Wilson.

Which is why it's a

little bit upsetting

that you killed

all my houseplants.

Yes.

Now, let it be known

that in my time

I have cultivated

medicinal herb gardens,

myriad vegetable patches

and, in fact,

once even an entire

orchard of monkey puzzle,

and not one of them

has been

as recondite

as your spiderwort variation.

Two words, Crane: Miracle-Gro.

In all candor, Lieutenant,

whilst you were away,

I spent every waking hour

endeavoring to bring you home.

All other responsibilities

fell by the wayside,

horticulture not excluded.

That's pretty depressing.

Yes.

(laughs)

Yes, it is.

Oh, I have an idea.

Perhaps in a couple of hours,

we could go to the nursery

and pick up some

replacement greenery.

Ah, and if we're brisk,

we could make it

to Colonial Times

for their Early Burr special.

I think that

I want to take a run.

There's a trail I found

that, uh, Jenny and I

used to walk as kids.

Uh, Lieutenant...

I know your transition home

is a trying one.

But believe me,

it will grow easier.

I'll see you in a couple hours.

Yes.

(door closes)

(birds chirping,

indistinct chatter)

Oh.

Ms. Corinth,

what a pleasant surprise.

Gosh, it's been, uh...

heavens,

a whole fortnight

since last we spoke.

Two and a half

fortnights, actually.

But who's counting?

And what brings

you here?

Uh, we're planting merrybells

for an inner-city

historical restoration.

Oh.

You?

Oh, just decorating

the home.

I'm afraid I rather neglected

my housemate's flora,

and they perished.

That is what happens

when you ignore things.

Miss Corinth...

Zoe.

Just... call me Zoe,

like a normal human being.

Miss Zoe, I...

Zoe.

Zoe...

I owe you the most

profound apologies.

During our courtship,

my partner went missing.

Or, rather, she took

a leave of absence...

Look, all you needed to do

was give me a call.

Send me a text.

I'm a big girl.

I can take it.

I really didn't think

you were the ghosting type.

Well, no, I try not to be.

But they always seem to find

their way into my path.

I have no idea what that means.

I'm gonna go, okay?

And if you're

taking suggestions,

I'd exchange those ferns

for some cacti.

Very low-maintenance.

(sighs)

(panting)

What?! I know exactly

what you would say!

"Come now, Lieutenant."

PANDORA: Just one long,

endless day, hammering away

at you until you go mad.

(panting)

(phone ringing)

Yeah. I know.

I owe you a call.

REYNOLDS:

Want to make it up to me?

Thanks for doing this.

You know I wouldn't ask you here

if it wasn't important.

But three double homicides

in one week, all torn to shreds.

Yeah, I'm happy to look.

It's the least I can do after

quitting so abruptly

and leaving town.

A heads-up would've been nice.

I was worried about you.

Next time, I will reach out.

You got a pen?

Doug Frank and Krissy Kowalick,

both killed and dismembered

by the car.

As you can see,

the slashing is precise

but also swift, haphazard,

full of rage.

It's like a crime of passion,

but that doesn't add up.

Yeah, that's the weird part.

The act seems personal, but

the pattern's pathological.

Even with a cloudy M.O.,

the methodology's consistent:

couples, at night,

always these gruesome,

rage-like gashes.

And puncture wounds.

There's two different

weapons here.

Yeah, but only one set

of boot prints

that don't match the victims.

Whew. Big guy.

Six-three, six-four,

240, 250 pounds.

Using an axe

and a spear.

(growling)

You onto something?

I'm sorry, Danny.

I'm not ready for this.

Can you put Agent

Foster on it?

She's really good.

She is,

but she's not you.

Well, she's the one

currently under your employ,

so she'll have

to suffice.

I never handed in

your resignation.

What?

What you did was

rash and illegal.

I wanted to give you time

to clear things up,

quietly, internally.

Abs, I've made mistakes

in the past.

I've regretted all of them.

You know what I'm regretting?

Coming here in the first place.

Look, you know how bad this is.

I know you do.

I need you here.

I need time, Danny.

After which, I could begin

to entertain the idea

of even coming back to work.

Possibly.

I'm sorry.

Hey.

This isn't one of those

typical serial killers, is it?

Meet me in the Archives

in an hour.

(sighs)

Hey. You sitting down?

Oh, no.

I am standing the length

of two men, Lieutenant.

For I am bringing

the desert climate

to our Mid-Atlantic abode.

It is nonsensical,

it is quite unnatural,

and yet, because I want it,

it is so.

The beauty of America.

And...

how was your jaunt?

Interrupted. Reynolds called me

down to a crime scene.

Is this the sitting down part?

Yeah. There have been

three double homicides

in the past week.

All couples, all with

very specific wound patterns:

clean amputations,

puncture stabs.

You're describing lacerations

made by the halberd blade.

And only one set of boot prints

belonging to a big, hulking guy.

Do you know what that means?

The Kindred has returned

to Sleepy Hollow.

♪ ♪

The Kindred has finally

heeded the call

of your bounty's beacon.

He is the last remnant

of the dark pale rider of Death.

He will be a great lieutenant

to fight by my side.

PANDORA: Yes, we

were fortunate

to find the Kindred.

Ignored by his tormentors

and left to wander

the Earth alone.

I'm sure he's eager to serve.

HIDDEN ONE:

You seem sad, my beauty.

Careworn.

Tell me what ails you.

I am not yet at full power.

My bounty, it's destroyed.

I, too, am disappointed

at its diminished power.

Its weakened signal has

caused the Kindred's delay.

But be patient.

He will come.

No, this is different.

That box has been

my sole companion

for over 4,000 years.

I don't know why I care

so to part with it,

but I do.

I remember the very first time

I laid eyes upon you.

Enslaved by humanity,

a mute in chains.

I loved you then,

as I love you now.

You may share

the essence of humanity

the mortals

that surround us do...

...but you are no mere mortal.

Your bounty is

of no consequence.

SOPHIE: So you raised

a monster with the help

of a witch coven

and Benjamin Franklin

to defeat the Headless Horseman?

ABBIE: Correct.

Because the Kindred has

the Horseman of Death's head

and is therefore

just as powerful?

Precisely.

And you thought this was

a good idea because...

At the time, this

Franklinstein had our backs.

He was an unlucky ally

in the war against evil.

However, he has returned

with a wholly new purpose,

the designs for which

can only be explained

by one cause.

Pandora and

the Hidden One.

They've summoned him

for their own devices.

Okay, what can I do?

Because I'm feeling useless.

And if what you're

saying is true,

this thing won't stop killing.

You can help.

You can engage your resources

at the Bureau.

Crane's right; we have

to attack this at every angle.

You're working

surveillance tonight?

Can you look for locations

that fit the bill?

Romantic date spots, outdoors,

little-to-no witnesses.

Yeah. All right, I'll start

narrowing it down.

Thank you.

Yep.

Handwoven leather thread?

Used to sew together

disparate parts of the Kindred.

I bet I can guess

who made this.

(door opens)

Franklin, I will eat my bodkin

if I have to braid

one more of these blasted

Kindred threads.

Haven't I been punished enough?

Forgive me.

Pardon me, I thought you were...

Benjamin Franklin?

No, I'm afraid not.

Though I was to have

an assembly with him

here at a quarter

past 12:00.

Good luck. I've been waiting

to see him since noon.

Ah.

Mr. Franklin will

not be coming.

What makes you so certain?

Given how little he

leaves to chance,

I'd wager this is

his idiosyncratic way

of introducing us

as new mission partners.

That's assuming

you do more

than mere plain-

work, Miss Ross.

My name is Ichabod Crane.

The Oxford boy.

For mercy's sake, Mr. Crane,

if I may be blunt,

I have no need

for a counterpart.

And the last thing I want

is to be responsible

for some trigger-happy

revolutionary

or, in your case,

a rebellious bookworm.

I'm quite capable, thank you.

And your roster

of former partners suggests

I'm to be a moderating

influence to you,

not the other

way around.

The mission for tomorrow night

requires a Masonic Code.

I'm quite confident

that is why you were called.

Meet me outside the Ridotto

Theatre tomorrow evening.

8:00.

Very good.

ABBIE: "Academiae Philadel,

in Pensilvania."

Now, why would Betsy Ross

have a UPenn notebook?

Oh, actually,

that was Franklin's.

He founded the medical school,

the first and only

in the Colonies.

Here.

Franklin's notes, coded in

his own alphabet, of course.

During and after

the Kindred failure,

Franklin experimented

with Kindred proxies--

undead creations

of bricolage soldiers

that he brought to life

without the Kindred's

immortality.

He wanted to study

these beasts, so if he

ever found a piece of Death

that would allow him to raise

the formidable Kindred,

he'd know how to control it.

Alas, this yielded no results.

Mm.

Or maybe he just

hid it very carefully.

Those are his results.

Yeah.

Oh, Lieutenant.

"Moderating Influences

for Kindred Proxies.

"First, the Kindred

is a creature of habit.

"When left alone,

Kindred proxies

return to familiar places--

"burial sites,

resurrection localities.

Sec..."

"Second,

"the Kindred can be

soothed, even guided by

"calming vibrations,

most effectively transmitted

through a glass harmonica."

Right. When did you learn

to read Franklin?

You were abroad

for a year, and I got bored.

What's this

glass harmonica thing?

An instrument Franklin invented

for parties, festivities...

and, evidently,

Kindred lullabies.

We can get Jenny and Joe on it,

see if they

can track down

Franklin's

glass harmonica,

use it to draw the Kindred

into some...

TBD death trap.

And in the meantime,

you and I shall see

if our creature of habit

has visited his burial site

in the depths

of the tunnels.

Hell yeah.

(chuckles softly)

Uh, do you have light?

Jen.

Huh?

This is your dad's lighter.

So what?

So it's weird enough

that we stole this from

him in the first place,

not to mention

the fact that

you're carrying around

a Zippo from the '90s

when you got a flashlight

on your phone.

We steal stuff

all the time.

We're stealing

stuff right now.

Ezra was just another guy who

had something that we needed,

and you're right,

we don't need it anymore.

So, do you mind?

Okay. Okay.

Awesome.

All right, got it?

(phone chimes)

Walking and texting?

You have officially

assimilated.

Ah. 'Tis Ms. Corinth.

She wishes to meet up

so she can recover a book

that she allowed

me to borrow.

Which is a very good sign,

is it not?

It isn't, actually.

It's a bad sign.

Crane, you have every

book imaginable.

If she lent you something,

it was to bond with you.

And now she wants it back

because I've spoiled

what bond we had.

Mm.

I was very fond of her,

Lieutenant.

I know you were.

Just bad timing.

He's been here, all right.

A lot of killers collect

items from their victims

to try to stay

connected to them.

But this-- oh--

feels different, like he's

trying to understand something.

Lieutenant.

ABBIE: Since when

does the Kindred write?

Since when does he care to?

Franklin's list

of moderating influences.

A creature of habit

who returns to his origins--

that means home.

Vibrations from

a glass harmonica--

that can only mean...

Music, relaxation therapy.

These are moderating influences

for people, not monsters.

And the rage

behind the killings.

The anger, the pain,

longing, emotions.

The Kindred isn't just

turning evil.

He's turning human.

(bells jingling)

(horses whinny)

(laughs)

(growls)

(chattering quietly, laughing)

(growling)

(gasps) No!

(shrieking)

(gunshots)

Come on, come on.

(growling)

(snaps fingers)

(horse neighing)

(hoofbeats approaching)

Hey. Good call, Mills.

Geographical monster profiling

set me on the right trail

at the park.

I see why Reynolds

can't let you go.

Well, he might

feel differently if he knew

that I'd created a monster.

CRANE:

Human.

According to Franklin's

uncharacteristically

vague notes,

these creations,

over time, develop

unique human traits,

personality, emotions.

We believe the Kindred

is killing couples

because he's envious of the love

and connection

that he cannot have.

Problem now

is that even if we had

a way of killing him...

We cannot simply destroy

a semi-conscious being.

We raised the Kindred in the

absence of decency and morals.

'Tis our responsibility

to end this humanely.

I get that you guys feel guilty,

but whether this is

a monster, a human

or something in between,

it is killing innocent people.

We got to get

a hold on it.

The Masonic Cell.

It worked

for the Horseman of Death.

We can use the glass harmonica

to draw the Kindred inside.

One of Franklin's more obnoxious

hobbies was rewriting the lyrics

of beloved songs to show

how they'd hindered the melody.

To illustrate his point,

he composed a variation

of the Charles Wesley hymn,

"Come, Thou Almighty King."

"Come, Thou Almighty Kin."

As in "Kindred."

(laughs)

This is the summoning tune.

(organ music playing)

Look, I am just saying,

grabbing a cup

of coffee with the guy

wouldn't be

the end of the world.

I don't want to have a

latte with my deadbeat dad.

Why are you

fixating on this?

(sighs)

Because I did

the exact same thing.

The whole week

before I deployed,

I was crashing

on a friend's couch,

and I timed it so that

I went home and packed my bag

when my dad was out on duty.

I mean, do you know

what I'd give

to see him, talk to him,

even, like, for a second?

Just about anything

in the world.

I'm sorry, Joe.

No, no.

I don't... I don't

want you to be sorry.

I just... want you to,

like, put your ego aside

for half a second

and talk to the guy.

We went through

this already.

Abbie doesn't want

to talk to him.

Oh, Jen, I mean, you can't

use Abbie as an excuse

not to have a relationship

with your father.

This is your life.

You got to live it

for yourself.

(sighs) Let's give

this thing a whirl.

All right.

(clears throat)

(glass harmonica playing melody)

(chuckles)

Yeah.

Six years of piano lessons.

I could've been shredding

on a glass harmonica.

Missed opportunity.

Hey, Crane?

We need the sheet music

for the summoning tune.

Oh, zounds.

'Tis in the Archives.

I shall have it

in a shaking of a lamb's tail.

Well done,

Professor Crane, you fool.

(clears throat)

Zoe.

Hi.

Good evening.

Uh... what are

you doing here?

Uh, figuring out

a time to meet was becoming

more of a production

than the meeting itself,

so I thought I'd just

swing by and grab it.

My book?

Your book.

Of course. Uh...

What was it

called again?

A People's History

by Howard Zinn?

Of course it was.

Um... right.

I... don't know exactly

where your book is... exactly,

and, uh, the long

and short of it is,

I'm a little preoccupied

at the moment.

With what?

You're alone in the Archives,

literally doing nothing.

Yes, I can understand why

you would think that, but I...

Zoe, I am, uh...

It's very difficult to explain.

Can you just tell me what it is?

Do you have a wife

or a secret family?

Are you, like, a drug addict?

No, I...

(thumping, roaring)

(gasping)

Oh, Joe, he's coming out.

(growling)

(grunts)

Come on, just try something.

(growling)

(chuffing)

(growling)

(panting)

(glass harmonica playing melody)

(grunts)

It's working.

(melody continues)

(man and woman

speaking indistinctly)

What's happening?

Why'd he stop?

(roars)

Okay.

What the hell

is he doing?

It's not the right music.

Didn't keep his attention.

It's more than that.

He's following something.

Where'd he go?

ABBIE:

I get it now.

This is not just about

envy and punishment.

He's looking for connection.

He wants a wife.

I told my family about you.

I asked my brother-in-law to

help you with your immigration.

Which was an unbelievably

kind, and I'm very grateful.

No, it was foolish!

Because none of this mattered

to you, none of it was real.

It was just something

I made up in my head,

that we had this...

special connection,

and obviously we didn't.

Look,

forget it.

I'm gonna go.

(growling)

(grunting)

(whimpering)

Mine.

You follow, she dies.

Normally, he would take a

hostage to the tunnels, but that

location has been compromised.

Well, why the sudden change

in M.O.?

He's been killing victims,

not kidnapping them.

He's sick of waiting.

He wants a bride,

and he wants one now.

The Carriage House.

The Kindred has

been there before.

It's where the Headless Horseman

tried to keep his own bride.

I will text you the address,

we'll meet you there.

And do what?

The Kindred has Zoe, we have

no way of controlling him,

and it's entirely

my fault.

I brought the Kindred

into this world

with the same

thoughtless inelegance

with which I dismissed

poor Zoe, ghosted upon her.

If he harms her in any way...

Crane, the Kindred does

not want to harm Zoe.

He wants to hurt you,

which is a good thing.

He's getting joy

from your suffering,

which buys us some time.

I know you're worried about

her, but we'll get her back.

Right.

But how?

For all Franklin's experiments,

these books offer nothing

of any practical use.

Wait, wait. Hold on. Hold on.

University of Pennsylvania?

That...

It's almost like the insignia

we saw at the opera house.

What opera house?

JENNY:

The Jersey Opera House,

where we stole Franklin's

harmonica. We got lucky.

It was a place he used to

patron back in your day,

but it was called

something else then.

The Ridotto Theatre.

Yes, I know it well.

Wait. So you know the insignia?

It's on a weird door?

Indeed.

Franklin tasked Betsy and me

with hiding medical supplies.

It was our first mission.

Do you know what time

they lock the doors?

6:30. You should make haste.

The "Venere Bella" aria

is about to begin.

Wouldn't miss it for world.

(gasps)

Oh, nice. We're both

an hour ahead of form.

Did you know

they lock the doors at 6:30?

I did not know that.

Nor that you were

a patron of the opera.

Oh, at Oxford,

I lived and breathed it.

Mr. Crane, I hope you don't take

all of this confusion to mean

I was intentionally

trying to mislead you.

My dear Miss Ross,

you tried to lock me out,

and then you left

the performance

immediately before

"Venere Bella,"

Cleopatra's lengthy

and highly-anticipated aria.

You did this

so you could acquire

the greatest margin of time

to execute our mission alone.

I know you were trying

to mislead me.

But you're going to have to do

better than that.

Come along. I've already

brought in the supplies.

(gears rumbling)

How's that

for a rebellious bookworm?

You'll do, I suppose.

Now, let's see

to the storage

of Franklin's so-called

moderating influence.

The medical supplies

I believed we were hiding

from the British--

they were a cover.

The entire medical school

was a cover for Franklin's

Kindred experiments.

Now, this insignia

symbolizes the Kindred,

but also the Kindred's

ultimate fail-safe.

His one true

moderating influence.

That's the insignia we saw.

With the cross

at the bottom.

The Venus symbol.

Are you telling me

that Benjamin Franklin

actually built a female

for the Kindred?

Considering how little

Franklin leaves to chance,

I would rely upon it.

(Kindred growling)

(quietly): They're in the barn

behind the Carriage House.

Looks like he is ready to snap.

Where are you guys?

We took a slight detour.

(gears rumbling)

Behold...

the Kindress.

♪ ♪

(roars)

(shouts)

(gasping, grunting)

(grunts)

And that's off the bucket list.

(growls)

(roaring)

She's in here!

(reading Romani Greek)

And with the words of the old

ones.

I summon the soul of my kith,

body of my...

Kindress!

(crackling)

♪ ♪

(snarling)

(wailing)

(screams)

(hissing)

(growling)

(growling)

♪ ♪

(sighs)

(grunts)

(growls)

Well...

that was odd.

You never got a good look

at him at any point?

He was horribly disfigured.

Didn't say much.

I'm sorry. I-I wish

I could tell you more.

I know what

you're thinking.

Mills would've

caught him alive.

She's a damn good agent,

Reynolds.

You should talk

to her again

and tell her

how important she is to you.

CRANE:

Zoe?

Oh.

(chuckles)

For you.

Did you like it?

I did. Very much.

Thank you.

Would it be foolish

of me to ask how you fare?

It's all a little overwhelming.

Of course.

Honestly, I'm just happy

to be alive.

Zoe, I am sorry.

For all of this.

You really don't

need to do this.

No, no, please.

My negligence

has been appalling.

I hope you know

I care for you very deeply,

and I would stand so lucky

to be with a woman of your...

beauty and character.

I only wish I were ready

for a commitment

of that caliber.

Truthfully, Ichabod,

I think you are

ready for someone.

I just don't think it's me.

And that's okay.

(chuckles softly)

Miss Corinth.

Farewell, Mr. Crane.

(knocking)

REYNOLDS: Five minutes.

That's all I need.

So...

what's going on, Danny?

You know why I fell in love

with you back when we were

new agents in training?

You were smarter,

you worked harder,

smelled better.

You made me push myself.

Made me a better man.

But, lately,

I don't recognize that man.

I guess what I'm saying is

you're a damn good agent,

and the Bureau's

gonna feel your loss,

but we're gonna have to learn

how to get on without you.

Abbie Mills deserves better.

You love me?

You never said that before.

I didn't have to.

(chuckles)

I care about you, Abs--

always will.

And I just want you to be happy.

I want to apologize

for the way that I left.

And I'll come back to work.

Y-You know,

I want to come back to work,

and I need to come back to work.

And I'm ready now.

So, thank you.

See you Monday.

(door opens, closes)

The Kindred will be here

momentarily,

and with his arrival

comes a new beginning.

Soon, an entire army will follow

under his lead,

all to serve at my behest.

Yes, my love.

And they will be lucky

to serve you.

As am I.

Still, I...

think I would be more effective

in my service

if my powers were restored.

That way

we could serve each other.

Rule as one.

What say you, my love?

The Kindred-- he is

departing Sleepy Hollow.

For what cause?

My most valuable lieutenant

has abandoned his post.

For what?!

Love?

This weakness?!

I will not allow my

power to be diluted

by unnecessary

partnerships.

These trivial

human urges.

I will not allow weakness.

Right. Um...

What is this, amateur hour?

Oh.

Yes.

This is not the game

I promised, is it?

I'm afraid my mind remains...

elsewhere.

Mine, too.

It's been a lot

to process lately.

But it is nice to be home.

Speaking of home,

is this new Tex-Mex decor

really our new normal?

Yes. We're a

succulent family now.

Mm-hmm.

Ah!

(groans)

Oh, heavens,

you're bleeding.

Mm-hmm.

I'll fetch a bandage from

the apothecary drawer.

Oh, and no cheating.

Please. Please.

(mutters): "Please."

"Please."

(chuckles softly)

♪ ♪

CRANE:

Right.

Here.

Finger. Oh. Thank you.

You're up.

Oh, well, finally.

(clears throat)