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(slow footsteps approaching)

You mourn the loss

of your power?

I once sensed every element

that binds this world,

felt them as one breathes air.

But I gave unto you

that which you deserve.

My strength grows each day.

Perhaps a small token

of my affection...

is warranted.

(grunts)

My love,

I received but only

a fraction of my power.

Now you know

exactly how I feel.

Summoning one pitiful creature

at a time to feed my hunger.

Existing on drops of rain

rather than a flood.

You wish to be my equal?

Then as I suffer...

so shall you.

(panting)

Hands where

I can see 'em!

(coughing)

Atticus Nevins.

FBI's most wanted.

Looks like your

running days are over.

(police radio chirps)

This is Hammond. I got him.

Meet me back at the road.

Tell dispatch

we'll need transpo and escort.

Copy that, calling it in.

How did you find me?

Security footage caught you

near a storage facility

in Elmsford.

Don't feel bad.

Everyone's luck runs out

sooner or later.

(growling)

What was that?

Stay put.

(growling)

(yelling):

No! No!

(singing along with recording):

♪ O sole mio... ♪

(singing in Italian)

(Italian opera song continues)

(resumes singing)

(humming)

(song ends)

Salud.

(door opening)

Buona sera, Signorina.

Buona sera.

Okay.

You know I'm loving the

five-star treatment, but...

you got to stop

spoiling me, Crane.

(laughs)

When patriot prisoners of war

were freed after the British

retreated from Philadelphia,

they dined for weeks in order

to revive their broken spirits.

You know, I fended for myself

ten months

in those catacombs.

I don't need

to be pampered, Crane.

You, Lieutenant,

are a woman of infinite pride

and unparalleled

resourcefulness.

But...

...after the deprivation

you endured...

...this is the very least

I could do.

Mm, and a reminder.

We are to attend

the cinema this evening

with Miss Jenny and Master Joe.

Top of the billing

at the Music Hall is E.T.,

which apparently concerns

a diminutive being

stranded far from home.

Perhaps

a different suggestion...

No. Crane, E.T.'s a classic.

You should see it.

Truth is I came home

to pick up a few things.

I booked some time at the range.

Gotten a little rusty

since I've been away, so,

keep it warm for me.

Yes, of course I can.

Are you maintaining a journal?

Yeah, it's supposed to help me

"define and sort

through my trauma,"

but seeing

as how every day

I was down there was the same

as the one before,

it makes for

a pretty boring read.

And...

to answer the question

that you are thinking,

but not asking directly...

I'm fine.

And thanks to you,

I'm taking it all

meal by splendid meal.

Signore Crane.

Tenente.

(door closes)

Sure you don't want me

to come in with you?

I'm sure.

You can do this, Jen.

You need to.

(indistinct chatter)

Hey.

Thanks for meeting me.

Hope I didn't bring you

too far out of your way.

I was surprised

you took my call.

You kind of caught me off guard.

You're the spitting image

of your mother, you know?

Same hair,

eyes.

This is a mistake.

Jennifer, Jennifer, wait.

Look, you don't owe me anything,

but for what it's worth,

I'm just here to listen

to whatever you need to say.

I have hated you

for as long as I can remember.

I've had epic conversations

with you in my mind,

just telling you all

the many, many reasons

I think

you're a terrible person.

Asking you why you abandoned us,

how you could just walk away

from your family.

(scoffs)

But now that you're sitting here

right in front of me,

I don't know

what to say to you.

I'd say you're closing in on it.

Why did you leave us?

Because of Mom?

No.

No, it was me.

When her illness

kicked in...

I didn't know

how to handle it.

And being a fool, I drank.

In the end,

I joined the Navy

because we needed

medical benefits.

I also needed to sober up.

So, they shipped me overseas,

long-term deployments.

I stayed

for three consecutive tours.

And when I got out

six years later,

life had moved on.

Yeah, Mom was dead.

Abbie and me were

in foster care.

And I've lived with the shame

and regret for decades.

But I'm not here

looking for absolution

or forgiveness.

Then what do you want?

To tell you...

there wasn't anything you did,

or your sister,

or your mother.

I think it's important

you both hear that from me.

I'd like to see Abbie.

(gunshots)

(gunshots)

(gunshots)

(sighs)

Maybe lay off

the coffee.

Might be giving you

the jitters.

I don't drink the stuff anymore.

Maybe start up again.

I'm gonna chalk this up

to us both having

A type personalities.

Seemed like a better option

than take-out food

and paperwork. You?

I needed to clear my head,

that's all.

Maybe I should

have checked to see

if you had time booked

before I showed up.

It's fine, Danny.

So our talk

the other day...

I said some things I

wasn't expecting to admit.

You said 'em.

And, honestly,

I meant them.

Not to make

things awkward,

but to get things

back on track for us.

You know, having each

other's backs again,

trusting each other.

Things happened, the Nevins

case, but that doesn't mean

we have to throw away everything

we worked so hard to build.

It's too important.

You're too important.

Maybe next time

we have a chat like this,

it's not in the FBI gun range

at 8:00 at night.

There's a pancake house

around the corner,

if you want to be

a diva about it.

Another time.

Woman with a gun.

(laughs)

I heard that.

(phone buzzes)

(sighs)

(phone buzzes)

(coughing) Please don't shoot.

Nevins?!

Mills, thank God

you got my message.

Hands behind your head!

The a reason I...

Now!

(coughing)

Up against the tree.

I don't know

if you're stupid or crazy,

but I'm bringing you in.

(handcuffs jangling)

Hand.

(grunts)

(coughing)

What in the hell happened

to you?

Another run-in with Pandora?

Worse.

You saw what did this?

It came after me, too.

It's inhuman.

It's unstoppable.

I know this creature, Mills.

If you want to stop it,

you need my help.

♪ ♪

This is cozy.

It's a monster-proof cell.

Should be plenty

to hold a worm like you.

I don't know what attacked you,

but it's too bad

it didn't finish the job.

We didn't end things

on good terms, did we?

Oh, what,

you mean when you

almost put a bullet in my head?

JENNY: Or when you helped

Pandora raise an evil god

that almost killed us all?

Yeah, I guess

we're not quite over it.

Hey, I'm the one

who was shot, who was arrested,

who lived on the streets

like an animal.

Whatever you went through,

I don't think it was enough.

Are you sure

about that, son?

Take a look.

My God.

It's pretty, isn't it?

(coughing)

Pandora wanted

her pound of flesh,

but she wanted it literally.

(grunting)

Did you know a man

can live without a spleen?

Pandora promised

him riches and glory

in exchange for obtaining

the Eye of Providence for her.

When he failed to do so,

she terminated his services.

How the mighty fall.

JOE: All right,

so why'd you come to us, huh?

Big fish like you,

I mean, you must have a lot of

people you can go to for help.

Oh, yeah. One little arrest,

all my associates

turn their backs on me,

huh?

So I see your angle.

You help us catch

the monster...

And we help you get out of town.

I need some assurances.

Safe passage out of the country.

Passport,

money that can't be traced.

Thanks but...

we'll find the creature

ourselves.

No, you won't.

Not without my help.

This isn't one

of Pandora's utility players.

You won't believe

where it comes from.

People are dying out there.

We need him to talk.

This calls to mind

an interrogation tactic

of Washington's.

Now, if used properly,

it could encourage him

to loosen his tongue.

(coughing)

(door opens)

Here's the deal:

depending on the value

of the information

that you give us,

we will consider getting you

across the Canadian border.

No guarantees, no assurances.

And as a gesture of good faith,

in accordance with

the proper treatment

of prisoners and with the

proviso you cooperate,

you shall be fed.

ABBIE:

But if you mess with us,

we will gift wrap you

to the FBI.

(chewing,

crunching sounds)

Ugh.

Uh...

ABBIE:

You said that you had

information about this creature.

'91. Iraq.

End of Gulf War One.

Pulling back

from Al Busayyah,

rumor starts to float around

about a cave,

just north of the Saudi border.

They say

it's full of millions

of dollars of Iraqi gold.

And being a true privateer,

you decided to retrieve it.

Some men in the platoon and I,

we ran a little undercover,

off-the-record mission...

This war might prove interesting

after all, gentlemen.

MAN: Webb, Chalsen,

Check for trip wires!

Roger that, Sergeant!

...including someone you knew.

If you're done ruining

the moment, Sergeant Corbin.

That's right.

Saint August Corbin,

Marine sergeant,

moral babysitter.

It's your party, Atticus.

I just came along to make

sure no one gets killed.

WEBB:

Sergeant!

You called it,

Sergeant Nevins.

The damn mother lode.

Well, there's

no perimeter defenses,

no booby traps?

This is all way too easy.

NEVINS:

Just like the whole operation.

Load 'em up, boys!

(distant whooshing)

We're not alone.

(snarling)

(gunshots)

Ambush! Fall back!

(shrieking)

What the hell was that?

August saved my life that day.

So after the war,

August is obsessed with trying

to figure out what we had seen.

It was his first contact

with the supernatural,

and it never left him.

Imagine my shock

when the same damn creature

shows up in Sleepy Hollow.

That's a good story. This

helps us find the creature how?

You take me

to August's files.

I guarantee

you'll get what you need.

You mean these files?

JOE: Yeah, we've gone

through those already.

There's nothing that matches

the creature you described.

Mother, may I?

Yeah.

(clicking)

(sighs)

Now, what you all

don't know is

what a paranoid bastard

ol' Sheriff Corbin was.

He had major...

(thump, click)

...trust issues.

You want to know everything he

knew about that-that-that thing?

Try August Corbin's

case file number one.

All right. Come on.

Well, according

to the sheriff's research,

the creature is an ancient

Mesopotamian ghallu,

more commonly known

as a demonic ghoul.

They're used as guardians

of sacred temples and crypts.

Ruthless predators,

said to hunt without mercy.

Ah, here.

The creature's

only weakness is something known

as an Aurum Scarabaeus Sacer.

A Golden Scarab.

"Whomsoever possesses the scarab

"shall become master

to the ghoul, which will perform

its every bidding."

JOE: Okay.

So we find

the scarab thing,

we stop the monster.

MAN: I don't feel so good

stealing from our old boss.

This is Nevins

we're talking about.

Mr. Loyalty Is Dead.

Hey. Randall Martin's stock

is rising.

If he's gonna take over

Nevins' operation,

we have got to get

into his good books.

Let's go.

The place has

been cleaned out.

By who? Randall?

(sighs)

Someone got here first.

Vin...

(screaming)

No one knows anything

about a golden artifact

that controls a ghoul.

Hey, is this a bad time?

Reynolds is running

a briefing in a few minutes,

and I can't find

the damn statewide warrant list.

I saw Dad.

Yesterday.

I wasn't completely sure

I wanted to tell you.

It's not exactly the right time.

It's never really

the right time.

Abbie,

you're different

than before you disappeared.

You're dealing

with it every day.

Don't think

I can't see that.

I know when

you're hurting.

I don't want anything

to cause you more pain.

That's not your call, sis.

I know.

Which is why I'm here right now.

He wants to see you.

What'd you tell him?

Told him I'd talk to you.

You did.

I appreciate it.

(sighs)

What did it feel like,

seeing him?

It wasn't easy.

Gary Wallis and Vincent Rota.

Found in a storage unit

in Elmsford.

Similar M.O. to the first

killing in Pocantico Hills.

Evidence of rage. Overkill.

Ritualistic evisceration.

Wallis and Rota

were known associates

of Atticus Nevins,

who's still at large.

The storage unit

was rented by a shell company

controlled by Nevins.

Which means

this could be

a rival moving in

on his old operation.

We're working

to figure out

what kind of murder

weapon was resonsible

for these wounds.

Forensics is sorting...

(voice fades)

(indistinct whispering)

Beautiful.

SOPHIE (quietly):

Hey.

Hey.

You okay?

Migraine coming on.

Oh.

A kill this violent

is a big statement.

Is it just me or is all of this

way too close to Nevins?

Creature goes after Nevins,

then takes out

two of his own guys.

There's definitely

something we're missing.

I'm gonna grab some old files.

Buy me some time.

Yeah, I got your back.

♪ ♪

Mmm. He's getting

under your skin, isn't he?

Two more men have died.

If am to labor

at finding answers,

I refuse to be taunted

by his blatant apathy.

Still, despite

my very best efforts,

I'm no closer to finding

scarab nor Ghoul.

Yeah. I dug this up.

Customs Enforcement list.

Hundreds of missing

ancient artifacts,

including...

The golden scarab.

Mm-hmm. Main suspect

in the case:

Randall Martin.

Former employee of Nevins,

making a play to take over

his whole operation.

Whoever has the scarab

controls the Ghoul.

And if Mr. Martin wishes

to be taken seriously

as heir

to Atticus Nevins' empire,

having a vicious monster

as a pit bull is a decent start.

JENNY (over radio):

Okay, I got your back.

Go find where

Randall's hidden the creature.

Copy that, Jenny.

(footsteps nearby)

(grunting)

(weak, gasping breaths)

(panting)

Okay. I'm impressed.

(panting)

♪ ♪

Looks ghoul-sized to me.

(sighs) All right,

we need to be sure.

Okay, careful.

Yeah.

(gun clicks)

RANDALL: As much as I'd like

to see your reaction,

you don't want

to open that crate.

Guns on the ground,

both of you

on your knees.

Right now!

Okay.

Yep.

You two just can't stop messing

with my business.

Randall...

what you're doing...

it's not you.

My days in the minor league

are over.

Nevins' operation

is mine.

Anyone who tries

to mess with that...

...is gonna feel my wrath.

Listen, Randall,

you want Nevins' empire,

just take it, okay?

Just don't use that.

Man, we know

what's inside that crate.

We know you're using

the scarab artifact

to control it.

Scarab?

What the hell

are you talking about?

No, no, no.

He's not controlling the Ghoul.

Look, Randall,

we're all in danger, okay?

The only ones in danger

are you two.

This is business.

Nothing person...

(grunting)

(growling)

(growling)

(grunts)

(growling)

(hisses)

(bellows)

(grunting)

(snarling)

(shrieks)

(supernatural trilling)

(low growling)

(gasping)

(panting)

It targeted Randall.

That means somebody else

is controlling the creature.

Nevins.

You said you searched him

when he came in,

and that he didn't

have anything on him,

especially not

any kind of artifact.

Nothing on him.

The scarab isn't an artifact.

(phone rings)

Hi.

Abbie, Abbie,

Randall is dead.

He's not controlling the Ghoul.

You need to search Nevins.

We did. He's clean.

No. No, Abbie, he's not clean.

You need to search him again.

Hang up the phone, Mills.

You have the scarab.

A good smuggler uses

every possible advantage.

See, when Pandora did

that little splenectomy,

she inadvertently

gave me

(crackling, squishing)

a little...

(groans):

oh, just a little spot

for some contraband.

Come on.

Come on.

The cave in Iraq...

you took more

than just gold.

Oh, even back then

I was always

looking for

something extra-special to sell.

I managed to sneak

away from my unit

and what do I find?

(gasps)

I had no idea

the power I held

in the palm of my hand.

(growls)

(panting)

And then I felt it,

immediately.

I had complete control

of the creature.

(chuckles)

One little thought

entered my head.

(screaming)

Ambush! Fall back!

(explosion)

What the hell was that?

(chitters)

Pandora and her man may have

summoned the creature,

but I can control him.

I just had to

rescue this little sucker

from one of my storage units.

That cave turned out to be the

tip of a very lucrative iceberg.

Corbin identified dozens

of crypts and tombs

and every one of them

had artifacts and creatures...

Which you're gonna use

to buy your freedom.

I already have a buyer.

I just... needed access.

Bad plan,

because you're going to jail.

No, I'm not.

Because...

wait for it...

(growling)

(laughs)

Fido, would

you mind, uh...?

Oh...

one more trick to show you.

(shrieking)

It's been fun.

Okay, Fido...

sic 'em, boy.

(growls)

We're gonna need

more firepower.

Of course, it's on the

other side of the room.

I'll draw it away.

Go. Go.

Hey. Hey, hey!

(growls)

(phone ringing)

Uh, Abbie?

I need you to stop Nevins.

He took Corbin's files.

Crane, move!

(gunshots)

(gunshots)

Abbie!

You need to find Nevins;

he'll be in the tunnels by now.

(gunshots)

(growls)

I'm open to any ideas right now.

(gunshot)

The scarab.

Target the scarab on his chest.

It may be his

proverbial Achilles heel.

Go.

Lieutenant!

JENNY (in distance):

He can't be far.

He was playing us

the whole time;

I should've seen it.

Later, okay?

Hey, let's split up.

We'll cover ground faster.

(loud growl)

Crane, I can't hit

a target that small.

Go. Go, go.

Lieutenant! Lieutenant,

you have this.

(growls)

(Crane grunts)

Come on.

Lieutenant!

Come on, come on...

Shoot it!

(growls)

Nice shooting, Mills.

It's just about practice.

(panting)

Agent Foster.

How's it going?

All right.

Can I ask you guys...

are they all this ugly?

Uh...

actually, usually

they're worse.

This one's not too bad.

Toss your weapon.

This is your girl, here.

You were family once.

"Family."

August Corbin hated me.

He was just a holier-than-thou

son of a bitch.

He never gave in to temptation.

He never took a bribe.

You could literally choke

on his saintliness.

Don't you move.

You know, I actually think my

father meant a lot more to you

than you're willing to admit.

And I know how that is,

believe me.

I mean, I spent my whole life

pretending like

his opinion didn't matter to me.

And I have just been trying

for so long to understand him.

And, you know what, man,

I think I finally do.

You loved him, Atticus.

We both did.

And you know damn well

what he'd say to you right now.

The hell with August Corbin.

And the hell with you.

(running footsteps departing)

(sniffs)

Hey.

Hey.

How are you?

Well, I fought a ghoul

so... horrible.

(chuckles)

(chuckles)

Come here.

(sighs)

Nevins got away with the one

document Corbin's been trying

to keep from everyone

for 20 years.

Well, then we'll

go get it back.

You and I are getting pretty

good at tracking stuff down.

"Good"?

We're the best.

We're like Bonnie and Clyde.

Minus the crime spree.

You know how you said

you would give anything

for a few more minutes

with your dad?

You're not the only one

who felt that way.

But you made

that happen for me.

Nobody's ever done anything

like that for me before.

Well, you know,

your dad took off on you

when you were a kid.

Mine was partners

with a thief.

So, uh, we got

that in common.

(chuckles)

You know, I hated him

for a long time.

Thought he was...

being more of a father

to everyone else than

he was to me, but...

knowing the company

he had to keep, the...

the secrets that

he had to protect...

...I wish I could

tell him just once

that I think he was

one hell of a guy.

I envy that.

♪ My sins from my youth ♪

♪ Don't remember my sins... ♪

I'd ask how you

found me, but...

you are a federal agent.

I should have called.

I'm just glad to see you.

Yeah, Jenny wasn't gonna tell me

that she'd seen you.

But, you know, with her and I,

it's hard to hide things

for long, so...

I came here

because I need

to ask you something about Mom.

Right.

When she began to unravel,

what were

the first signs?

And how fast did it come on?

Well, I-I don't remember

how it started.

It came in fits

and starts.

She'd be fine one minute

and then having hallucinations

the next. It was

like she was living

in two different realities.

As it went along,

she pushed me away,

wouldn't let me in.

And that's when you left us.

Well, I started thinking maybe

I was the problem, you know?

Maybe if I wasn't around,

things would get better.

But, truthfully,

I was just scared as hell.

So was Mom.

But she faced it

all alone.

She died alone.

Hell, maybe that's

in the cards

for all of us.

That's the way

the Mills women kick off,

crazy and alone.

No. That's not gonna happen

to you.

You don't know that.

You have no idea who I am.

You don't know a lot

about me either, Abbie.

The one thing I know

about our family,

your mother's

side and mine,

is that we're strong people.

Yeah, I've

made mistakes.

Had the hell

knocked out of me.

But I'm still standing.

And so are you.

You know what I remember?

Um...

your voice.

Used to read stories to me,

sing songs.

I loved that voice.

And I'm sorry

you haven't heard it in a while.

Me, too.

But, Abbie,

if you're going through

something difficult right now,

I want to help.

Yeah, I have people

for that now.

Maybe one day.

(phone rings)

Are you avoiding my calls?

Because it's been a few days

since we last spoke.

It's been a busy time.

Any problems

I should know about, Daniel?

Such as?

I've heard that Agent Mills

is not as stable

as she once was,

that she's changed.

Mills is a good agent.

She'll find her feet again.

Under your keen eye, Daniel,

I have no doubt.

Oh, one other thing:

I want you to downgrade

the search for Atticus Nevins.

Minor resources only.

Why the hell would I do that?

Because I ordered you to.

Satisfied?

It's a start.

The funds have already

been transferred

to your account in Geneva,

and there is

a plane standing by,

waiting to take you

wherever you choose.

Oh, and I have a, uh,

cash bonus for you.

You have something for me.

From the files

of August Corbin.

It's the exact coordinates

of the nine sacred sites.

Well, I can't tell you

how much this means to us.

Well, I don't really care.

I just retired.

Yes, Mr. Nevins...

(gunshot)

...you just did.

Bologna on whole wheat?

That is the Charlie Brown

of sandwiches.

The bald boy

with awful luck?

"Good grief."

(chuckles)

I take offense.

I'll make us

a real sandwich.

And give me a hand.

I see your wheels turning.

Go on and ask.

You saw your father.

I did.

I'm still processing it.

By your tone, am I to assume

this topic is to be shelved

until later discussion?

Nailed it.

But I will talk about the fact

that it has been hard lately,

adjusting to being back,

and I guess I want you to know

that I am working on it.

You have endured an ordeal

few can even imagine.

Except you.

You know exactly what it's like

to look around

and everything

is exactly the same

but completely different.

I'm trying really hard.

And you will succeed.

Just as you were by my side when

I returned to Sleepy Hollow,

so I shall be by yours.

♪ ♪

You know what

I'm in the mood for?

A beer.

(sighs)

A pint of ale to raise

one's spirits aloft.

And I believe Miss Jenny

is tending bar

at Mabie's Tavern this evening.

Okay, you go, grab us a table.

I need 20 minutes

to finish some work.

And then I'll pay

for the next round.

Very good.

No, I want hot wings.

Oh.

No poultry is safe in

Sleepy Hollow this dark night.

(chuckles)

(door opens, closes)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

You saved me.

I'm yours.

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