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(panting)

♪ ♪

(grunts)

Oh, man, she's in good shape.

(screams)

Alice!

Alice!

Alice!

Oh, my God!

Alice!

Alice! Alice!

(footsteps approaching)

(screaming)

(growling)

Your skills remain

quite admirable.

(hisses, snarls)

Do you not recognize

your master?

(hissing, mumbling)

Rise, my servant.

I cannot understand

a word you speak.

Forgive me.

I haven't used my voice

in a long time.

It is time I gave

the Devil his due.

(panting)

What?

These eggs are named after

a traitor to this nation.

These delicious baked

goods after a member

of the Hapsburg Monarchy,

which is an affront

to anyone who ever

fought a Hessian.

So, what is in a name?

Apparently, nothing.

Lox?

Okay, this is obviously

way more than just hunger.

Spill it, Crane.

Oh, Crane.

I'm so sorry.

This is insane.

Immigration can't

reject you as a citizen.

You helped

create the country.

Yes, the irony is not lost.

Well, wait, it says

here you were rejected

because you missed

your formal interview.

Yes, I was a little preoccupied

rescuing your sister

from the Catacombs.

We just, we throw

Joe's money at the problem.

Hire you a top-gun lawyer.

Scary, expensive lawyer.

Nice suit.

JENNY:

In the meantime,

I have a new word for you.

Mimosa.

I'll grab the champagne.

ABBIE:

Jen?

Abbie.

You looking for this?

Yeah.

I was just thinking.

How would you like...

to kill it out here?

(chuckles)

Just you and me.

We don't have to share.

Yeah, except I've seen you drink

on an empty stomach,

and it's not a good thing.

Okay.

(laughs)

Come on.

JOE: Okay, no, no, no,

that's nothing.

Here, check this out, ready?

(exhales)

Not again.

JENNY:

Oh, God.

CRANE:

Oh, yes.

Very eerie.

(laughter)

Oop, no, thank you.

That was Franklin's

party trick.

Not always on his nose.

Oh, Crane!

(Joe laughs)

Finished?

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

That's good.

Okay, seriously?

JOE: That's mine.

I have dibs.

ABBIE: Stop!

Oh, you think I'm fat?

You seem happier.

Yes, I admit

I do feel rather suffonsified.

And your sister's mood

appears to have taken

a significant upturn of late.

Okay, come on.

(laughing)

Oh, my God.

Yeah.

She's running again.

She's back at work.

Seems like she's

in a good place.

And yet...

my misgivings remain.

JENNY: I can't put

my finger on it, but yeah.

She's definitely

hiding something.

Yeah, and if we push too hard...

She'll pull away more.

So, what do we do?

Spy on her?

Oh, no. No, no.

We must remain

cognizant of her needs.

whilst vigilant

to any subterfuge,

intended or otherwise.

Yeah, I'm not sure

if Washington explained it,

but that is called "spying."

You never met Mrs. Washington.

(wry, quiet laugh)

(Joe and Abbie

laughing in distance)

(phone ringing)

Oh, my God!

Mm.

Agent Mills.

Okay, I'm on it.

Serial killing

or animal attack.

Local PD is still debating.

Either way,

brunch is over.

(camera clicking)

Who would target two

antiquarians in such a manner?

This wound pattern

doesn't track.

The jugular is ripped out

like a canine attack,

but no other organs

or extremities are targeted.

It's too precise.

(indistinct police radio

communication)

CRANE: Traumatic laceration,

this rash,

evidence of leiurus

quinquestriatus.

(siren approaching)

Hmm.

The pupils are pinned.

Evidence of

extreme toxicity.

So, what was it--

were they poisoned

or did they bleed to death?

Or both?

Sting of a scorpion.

Claws of a wolf.

Venom of a snake.

Oh, that's great.

A menagerie of evil.

Except if there were

multiple attackers,

there would be

a more disjointed

blood splatter

convergence point.

Which means these deaths

were caused by one beast

that combines the deadliest

attributes of many.

There was a rumor in my time,

passed among woodsmen,

of a beast in the Jersey woods.

An amalgamation

of creatures.

A monster in Jersey?

That urban legend,

still around.

It will be nice if for once,

the story was just a story.

And yet, we must face the truth.

The Jersey Devil

has come to Sleepy Hollow.

♪ ♪

You know, the best thing

about Sunday brunch

is what follows it.

Ooh, you mean, like three

NFL games back to back?

No?

Uh, online gaming marathon?

How about hot girlfriend,

romantic trailer, cozy bed?

Mmm.

So, like, nap time, or...?

Come here.

(laughs) I know you

think you're funny.

But you're about

to ruin the moment.

(gasps)

Oh, no, no, no, no, no!

Oh, no!

(groans) The water main

hookup must've cracked

or something.

Damn it.

You got it?

Yeah. (groans)

Well, you're gonna

need a new system.

Hell, a whole new kitchen, too.

I'm serious, I mean...

You know, Jen, this whole place

could use a renovation.

(chuckles)

We can afford it.

Look, we have been unearthing

the past for months now.

And personally, I'm feeling

ready to take on the future.

Hey, blood money or, uh,

flood money?

(scoffs) Rich people.

CRANE: There have been

many reported sightings

of this Jersey Devil,

dating back to 1777.

And many different

descriptions,

from flying biped with hooves--

To acoustic Bon Jovi.

Uh, no.

No mention of that

particular incarnation.

But here,

New Jersey Journal, 1882.

"Citizen sighted a beast

"with the head of a goat,

the skin of a snake

and the tail of a scorpion."

Consistent

with our victim's wounds.

They have over

a dozen unexplained

animal attacks

in the last ten years--

all in the Jersey woods.

The last reported

was a couple of runners

in Atlantic County Park.

"Atlantic County Park."

Mm.

Oh, my God.

Leeds.

Could it be?

Crane?

I once met a man

in Atlantic County Park--

a rival scientist

more than capable

of creating a creature

as horrific as this.

It was during my apprenticeship

to Benjamin Franklin.

This can't be what

you imagined

when he offered you

the position.

To be the next

in a long line

of Franklin's whipping boys.

I prefer apprentice.

Ichabod Crane. You are...?

Japeth Leeds.

Inventor.

The competition.

Well, "competition"

denotes comparative schools

of thought.

Franklin's, uh,

so-called "lightning rod"

is a pale imitation

of my Electrostatic inducer.

Where is the bloated

old chap, anyway?

Assuming

he's wearing clothes?

I expect him to arrive shortly.

My time is too precious to spend

in wait of a brazen Pierrot.

Please pass on a message:

If Franklin continues

to demean my work in his

execrable Almanac,

I shall bring him up

for a drubbing

before the Continental Congress.

Why?

Why is your...

Electrostatic inducer

superior to Franklin's method

of grounding?

(wry, quiet laugh)

The answer is simple.

You chose the wrong mentor.

CRANE: Among his many brilliant,

albeit dubious, achievements,

Leeds sought a method

to isolate animal traits

in order to use them

to augment humanity.

Genetic mutation?

No wonder he was an outcast.

Leeds had come

to confront Franklin

over a disparaging comment

made in his Almanac,

which...

is here.

Right.

Yes, here.

Hello.

There's a message

written in

Franklin's alphabet.

Here: "I take no pleasure

"in ridiculing Dr. Leeds.

"My campaign to discredit him

is due to the knowledge

"that he had turned

to alchemy

and ancient magic."

(electrical buzzing)

"Having turned his back

on the scientific community,

"Dr. Leeds has taken

to experimenting on himself,

altering his very physiology."

(sighs)

(sighs)

(groans)

(gasps)

(coughing)

(crackling)

(growling, huffing)

(groaning)

(grunts)

My God.

Hmm?

Leeds made himself a monster.

Which is why he's still kicking

250 years later.

You said Leeds' laboratorium

is in Atlantic County Park.

What are the odds

that it's still there?

JENNY:

Hey, I got something for you.

Those two professors

who were murdered

had a few items on loan

from the London Museum.

A Mayan prayer mask--

solid gold--

and also,

a Celtic plate--

also solid gold.

You think they were motive?

I don't know, you tell me.

Both artifacts were known to be

vessels of the powers

of the gods.

I have a book on pantheistic

deities back at the trailer.

I'll grab it, check back in.

Okay, I'll talk to you later.

(phone beeps off)

A Franklin stove.

I thought you said Leeds

hated the man.

Why would he have his face

in his kitchen?

He wouldn't.

A decidedly

un-Franklin stove.

Of Leeds' design, I believe.

Leeds was an alchemist

of exceeding skill.

(groans)

These symbols

represent composition,

reduction,

steam and...

fire.

(flames whoosh)

Well, it is a stove.

Is it?

Crane...

An illusion.

(rumbling, clanking)

All right.

I went in first

last time.

Lots of details, but no devil.

Wherein we understand

why Leeds murdered

pursuing those relics

and what he intends

to do with them.

Hmm.

Built by Leeds himself,

no doubt.

(classical music playing)

That a monster

would create something

of such rare beauty.

"Beauty" is not the word

I would use

to describe this place.

(quietly):

Wow.

This is the Hidden One.

Was Leeds a fan?

A worshipper of the Hidden One.

Leeds was not drawn

from his lair

like the other creatures

we've encountered.

He came

in service to his master.

♪ ♪

What have you found?

Something on the table.

Ah...

that is no alchemy symbol.

What could it mean?

If it in the possession

of a fiend such as Leeds,

it can only represent evil.

♪ ♪

You're not supposed

to be back yet.

Why are you carrying

a giant red bow?

Well, I, uh, thought about

what we talked about,

and I figured

why get you a new sink,

when I could get you

a new trailer?

Please tell me this is a joke,

so I don't just start screaming.

J, come on, no, no, no.

Hey, look,

this is...

a 2016 Sport Shark 4D-Thousand.

It's got, like,

200 feet of storage,

queen-size bed...

Joe!

You can't just replace

a person's house

without asking.

(stammering):

I di... I-I'm...

What happened to flood money?

I thought...

I thought that meant

a new garbage disposal,

not everything!

What...

My stuff?

There was a crate labeled

"fragile" with shipping labels.

Yeah, yeah, from Bangalore.

No, no, no,

it's all under lock and key.

Also, I got your

Thracian Phiale,

the Maelstrom crystal,

Blackbeard's Flintlocks...

It's all in the cell.

Everything else is just

in the self storage unit.

Joe, I needed a book

for Abbie and...

Relax it's in the Masonic

with all the rest

of the magic store inventory.

It's good.

Oh...

Come on!

(engine starts)

CRANE: Lieutenant,

have you seen this?

There's hundreds of years

of research here.

All the time Leeds was alive

he used to uncover

a lost historiography.

Any idea what that is?

Wax cylinder.

From some old-school phonograph.

(quietly): Phonograph...

(squeaks, clicks)

(whirring)

(exhales)

LEEDS: On this day,

in the year of our Lord, 1794,

I, Dr. Japheth Leeds,

do bear this record.

He built a movie projector

200 years before they existed.

LEEDS: ...a history of a deity

above all others,

our one true god--

the Hidden One.

In an era before history,

from a palace that shone

with a sacred light,

the gods of that age

ruled over humanity.

Humanity lived

at the whims of the gods.

They lived lives

of servitude and pain.

One of these servants

was Pandora.

Each day, she delivered

an offering,

a sign of submission and love

from her people.

One of the gods had been

outcast, made to live below,

in the Catacombs of the Dead,

hidden from the eyes of all.

Why have you brought

that which is forbidden?

I only wanted to bring you

a bit of joy.

LEEDS: In the dark depths,

she was a ray of hope.

Do you know why

I stand guard,

why I remain hidden

in this place,

while the others live

in the light?

Once, and only once,

did all the gods work as one.

We took all the

evil in this world,

and we hid it away...

...in this box, Pandora.

And the job of guarding it

fell to me.

Evil is the force

that my brother above

siphons into his Hourglass.

The only power that

could destroy him

lies within that box.

LEEDS:

Pandora, aided by her brethren,

unleashed its contents.

(shrieking)

LEEDS: But humanity betrayed

the Hidden One,

cast him back down,

locking him away forever.

My God.

Wait, the Mayan plate

and the Celtic mask,

they were made

of the same primal element.

Gold.

Gold.

Gold...

This must be Leeds' plan.

He's going to recreate

the Golden Hourglass.

The Mayan and Celtic relics

are pieces of it,

reappropriated at disparate

cultures over millennia.

Which is why

the Hidden One

is drawing monsters

to Sleepy Hollow--

so he can use their

power for himself.

And he needs

the Hourglass to do it.

LEEDS: Unexpected guests

in the laboratorium?

Did I leave the stove unlocked?

Franklin's "key man."

We meet again.

My God, had I known

you were still alive,

we'd have had sherry

and darts Friday nights.

Maybe throw in some ritual

murder for good measure.

CRANE: You think

yourself a scientist,

but Franklin knew

your true nature.

You're an amoral

abomination.

(scoffs)

Well, better that than ending up

a shining example

of mediocrity,

which appears to have

been your fate.

Franklin knew the dangers

of your brand of

experimentation.

By that, he means

animal torture,

mutation, worshipping a god bent

on enslaving humanity.

Bent on bestowing power

to the worthy.

Why should

great men bow

to the small-minded masses?

Imagine an era

where genius is rewarded,

not feared.

That is the promise

of the Hidden One.

A golden age.

You're insane.

No, I'm the Devil.

Well, this has been a treat.

Glad we got the chance

to meet again, Crane.

Now, which would

you prefer--

bleeding out quickly

from a severed artery,

or expiring from

a paralytic toxin?

How about we go

with option three?

You get down

on the floor right now.

(growls in pain)

That thing is

a part of him?

CRANE: The tail of

a deathstalker scorpion.

LEEDS: All of

Franklin's talk

of kindred corpses

rising from the dead.

If only he'd embraced

the elegance and power

of ancient alchemy.

Oh, the venom...

from your tail...

And if only you

had come work for me

when Franklin wore you down.

(gasps, grunts)

(Crane gasping)

Crane...

(groaning)

Scorpion venom.

ABBIE: We're in

a supernatural pharmacy.

There has to be something

that can stop this, okay?

We'll make a... antidote.

(groans) Yes.

ABBIE:

Okay, just talk me through it.

What am I looking for?

ABBIE:

Come on.

Laudanum powder.

What else?

Crane, stay with me.

CRANE:

Magnesium sulfate.

What else? Magnesium sulfate.

Wait... magnesium sulfate.

Okay, good.

What else?

(mutters, gasps)

Leiurus quinquestriatus.

ABBIE: What?

CRANE: Uh, in the vial.

Okay... Oh!

Aah!

Uh...

Lieutenant?

Please.

(weakly):

Abbie...

(eerie, whispering voices)

(eerie, whispering voices)

ABBIE: I've been here

ten months, Crane.

What do I do?

(shout echoing)

(gasping)

Please.

(grunts in pain)

Damn it.

Hold on, Crane.

Okay.

Powder.

Magnesium sulfate.

Stay with me, Crane.

Come on, come on,

come on, come on.

Crane, hey...

Come on, come on.

Come on.

(sudden gasp)

(rapid gasping)

I'm sorry.

I was a little distracted.

By that symbol.

(groans)

One you clutch

in your hand even now.

You were drawn to it,

Lieutenant.

It has a hold on you.

If it is here,

it is a thing of evil.

That doesn't change the fact

that I need it.

And I have for months.

Months?

Mm.

That would mean...

The Catacombs,

the year of solitude...

(sighs)

No sleep, no way to dream...

There was no

escaping it.

I was in my head the whole time,

in a bad place,

and then, one day,

that's when I saw it,

on the temple wall.

I started drawing it,

tracing it...

It gave me peace.

Gives me peace.

When soldiers return from war,

they do what they need

to carry on.

I almost let you die.

Now who's a subpar alchemist?

(phone ringing)

Hey.

Hey. You okay?

I've been better. What's up?

I finally relocated

that book I was

telling you about.

(whispers):

Sorry.

There's a legend

in many pantheons

about an item left

by the ancient gods.

An artifact that literally

bestows omnipotence.

Let me guess: an hourglass?

JENNY:

Containing "The Sands of Life."

Apparently, there's a ceremony

that can be used to take items

forged from Primal Gold

and reduce them

to the Sands of Life.

The key ingredient

is the "Fire of the Gods."

Thanks.

Um, call you on the road.

Okay, Leeds has

the mask and the plate

and apparently he needs

the "Fire of the Gods"

to make the Hourglass work.

Lightning.

The device he took with him,

that was his

electrostatic inducer.

A homemade lightning rod?

If he's gonna collect lightning,

he's gonna need to get to

the highest point in the area.

Yes, I think

I know where that is.

Quickly, it's close.

LEEDS:

Praise be to he

who has long been hidden.

Praise be to one true God

above all.

With the fire of the gods,

the primal gold shall

be made consecrate.

With the fire of the heavens,

I shall bring forth

the Sands of Life.

(thunder rumbling)

Who's the true master of

lightning now, Benjamin?

ABBIE:

Hold it right there.

(guns cocking)

You survived my venom.

It appears I made

the same mistake

your mentor did:

underestimated you.

This has nothing

to do with the past, Leeds.

The forces with

which you tamper...

The Hidden One

cannot be trusted.

You fear him,

just as those

who betrayed him did, aeons ago.

I shan't repeat

the same mistake.

I choose him as my master.

I bow as his

faithful servant

and bring forth

the very Sands of Life!

(electrical crackling)

(wind whistling)

Leeds!

Beautiful, isn't it?

CRANE: It's folly!

Franklin would laugh

at such

adolescent parlor tricks.

I know what you're

trying to do, Crane--

goad me into jealousy.

You think your delusions of

grandeur will set you apart.

Your master

will enslave you

as surely as the rest of us.

I shall be rewarded for this.

Sooner than you think.

(Leeds grunting)

Clever ruse, Crane...

(panting)

I'll grant you that.

I was mentored by one of

the greatest minds in history.

(thunder rumbles)

Benjamin Franklin

sends his regards.

The Sands of Life...

where are they?

Okay, yes, the spigot

is still broken,

but you said you wanted

everything back,

exactly as it was,

and I heard you.

Well, that's a more

recent concept.

Oh, can we please

move past this?

I mean...

yes, I jumped the gun,

but I think you know that

my heart was in the right place.

Okay?

And now everything's

back the way it was,

craptacular plumbing and all.

Okay. You see, right there?

You still think

that replacing my house

was a romantic gesture,

instead of what it actually was:

stealing.

I get it.

It's about boundaries, isn't it?

Absolutely.

Yeah.

I...

Mm...

Never, ever touch my stuff

without asking.

Yes, ma'am.

Um...

(latch clicks)

J?

♪ ♪

(sighs)

Don't go.

Come and talk to me.

I overstepped my bounds.

I have seen enough men

scarred by war.

They must use whatever means

they can to...

live with the memories

they carry.

It is not my

place to judge

how one bears

their private burdens.

You could've died...

...because of how much

I needed this.

And the scary part is

how normal I made it in my mind.

I was certain

I could control it

and manage how much

it meant to me.

Keep it a secret.

That's a lie.

The first step in... (exhales)

...solving a problem

is admitting that there is one.

So...

(quietly):

I need your help, Crane.

♪ ♪

My gift was meant for you.

No.

You are the only gift

I have ever needed.

As it was then,

so it shall ever be.

Now...

please, my love,

will you join me?

♪ ♪

(water bubbling)

♪ ♪

The time has come.

The new world begins now.

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