Original subtitles

The fault lies with me, really.

I was far too indulgent.

Allowed you to become

too familiar,

like a house pet

that has come to expect feasts,

rather than table scraps.

Perhaps my long slumber

caused me to forget

the devious nature of humans,

because if you are anything,

you are a human.

(gasping)

(coughing)

Your kind

can never be trusted.

My Lord...

I did not betray you.

Lies!

You knew the Witnesses

had the Emblem of Thura,

yet you hid that from me.

It nearly resulted

in my downfall.

I recognized

the error of my ways.

I enlisted the help

of the Witness,

to aid me in freeing you.

The only reason

you are still alive.

Clean yourself up.

I may continue

your punishment later,

but for now...

I am weary.

You really don't miss coffee?

Not really.

I think being stranded

in an unearthly realm for a year

helps you kick those addictions.

Hmm.

Maybe I should go

to the Catacombs.

My diet soda habit's

out of control.

(knocking)

I swear...

I'm gonna tie the key

to Crane's neck.

Yeah.

(clears throat)

Abigail.

Hope I'm not interrupting.

No.

Come in.

Oh, Jennifer.

I'm glad you're here, too.

What are you doing here?

Oh, well, I was, uh,

passing through town

for work, and, uh,

your place is on the way,

and I found something that

maybe I-I thought you

might want to, um...

Look, the truth is,

I just wanted to say hi.

After I saw you at the diner,

I, uh, dug through

some old boxes.

I don't have a lot of stuff

from the old days,

but I did find this.

I thought you might

want to know more

about who you are,

where you came from.

This was the first picture

we ever took of you.

You tried to walk

for months.

Kept at it

from morning to night.

I-I remember this one.

You used to bring home taffy

when you were

out of town for work.

Yeah, from that place

in Atlantic City.

What was it called?

A real funny name...

You remember this, don't you?

You got it in your hair;

Mom had to cut it out.

Yeah.

Sorry, no.

Ah, your mother.

She was an amazing woman.

Beautiful.

Strong.

And you left her.

There were a lot of things

that were unspoken

between us.

Too many secrets.

A relationship can survive

most anything...

except secrets.

(door opens)

Here endeth the reign

of the house of burger.

Long live

the new fast food king,

a poultry farm in Kentucky

and Colonel-- oh.

Oh, we have company.

Crane...

uh, this is...

(chuckles)

This is Ezra Mills.

My name is Ichabod Crane.

What a pleasure to

make your acquaintance.

The pleasure's mine.

ABBIE:

Ezra was just

passing through on his way to...

EZRA:

Uh, Maryland.

...Maryland for business.

Yeah, um,

I should be going.

Um, it was nice seeing

you again, girls,

and it's nice

meeting you, Crane.

Likewise.

Take good care of my daughter.

(door closes)

I appear to have

missed something.

No.

You didn't miss anything.

(clattering)

(gun clicks)

Pandora.

The other Witness, where is she?

Why would I divulge that to you?

She has heard my story.

I have confessed

to her my shame.

She will know

that I speak the truth.

Well, then how unfortunate

that I am the only Witness here.

Please...

do not let our past

distract you.

I am the only one who can bring

salvation to this world...

Stop talking.

(sighs)

Judging by your appearance,

this will actually

hurt this time.

So, tell me,

why are you here?

I need the rest of the Box.

It was forged

by the gods themselves

to contain their power.

It is the only thing

that will stop him.

The Hidden One?

Why would we believe that?

Because if you do not,

then we will all

be extinguished.

So, your impending demise

caused a change of heart.

I speak the truth.

If I were to believe you,

there must be another way

to stop him.

Another way to restore the Box.

It cannot be repaired,

but it can be regenerated,

only in the place

where it was forged.

The Catacombs.

And it is impossible

to journey there,

now that you and

your partners have killed

the Tree of Fear.

Impossible for most, perhaps.

This cutlass.

This belonged to Betsy Ross.

So, if we could find a path...

Then there would be hope.

Your mile's even faster

than Quantico.

I'm just trying to keep pace

with your time.

Oh, well, then you have

a long way to go.

Oh, it's like that now.

(chuckles)

You care to put

your money

where your sneakers are?

Danny,

um,

I don't really know

where to start with this,

but I have some things

that I have to tell you,

and I don't know

if this is the right place,

or if there will ever be

a right place...

(phone chimes)

...but...

But there is a right time.

I have to...

Uh,

you got to go.

You can't

tell me where.

You'll explain later.

We'll talk when you're ready.

(sighs)

Hey, what's the emergency?

We had a visitor...

and she had some

rather alarming news.

She?

Pandora.

I found her in the Masonic Cell,

searching for pieces of her Box.

She told me

that the Hidden One

is approaching full power,

and we have but 48 hours

before he destroys

all of humanity.

And she needs her Box

to stop him.

Yes.

But...

the Box can only be regenerated

in the Catacombs.

You want to go to the Catacombs?

It appears

it is our only option.

If you believe Pandora.

Lieutenant, you once allied

yourself with her.

To save you.

Now this is to save all of us.

(sighs)

This must be your decision.

I know what

that place did to you.

I know how hard it has been

for you to recover.

I will not proceed

unless you are fully on board.

There's no way of going back

to the Catacombs.

Not that we know of...

but we do know

that Paul Revere

recovered the Eye of Providence

for Washington,

and according to Pandora,

the Eye was previously

in the Catacombs.

We also know that Betsy Ross,

at some point, was there,

and she discerned a way out.

Now, the last time I saw

Revere and Betsy together

was Christmas Day, 1776...

with Washington's forces

as they prepared to launch

an attack on the Hessians

in New Jersey.

The crossing of the Delaware.

You were a part of that mission?

No.

Washington ordered me

to stay behind,

a decision with which

I heartily disagreed.

So, there I was,

stood on the riverbank

watching the launch.

The fog was so thick,

I lost sight of them

as soon as they left the shore.

The fog, as in a mystical fog?

Possibly.

What if Washington

asked you to stay back

because they weren't

going to New Jersey?

What if the crossing

at the Delaware was actually...

a journey to the Catacombs.

♪ ♪

ABBIE: So, the original painting

was created by Emanuel Leutze,

who painted it 80 years

after the actual crossing.

It was based on an

eyewitness account in a journal

of General John Sullivan.

And Sullivan

was a Mason.

Any relevant details needed

to be transmitted

to future generations,

he would surely

have made note.

God's wounds.

How have I not

seen this before?

This man with the flag...

he has a rabbit fur hat.

Four inch brim at the front,

five inch fan...

a prominent cockade.

This was Betsy Ross's

cocked hat.

So, that's...

supposed to be Betsy

in the painting?

Leutze must have assumed

that the figures

Sullivan described

were all male,

but this...

Betsy was on that boat.

Wait, are you sure?

I mean, you're placing

a lot of weight on a hat.

No, no, no,

I'm quite certain.

I recall

that day very clearly.

(soldiers shouting)

Washington is leading

a company of his very best men

across the Delaware to take

the Hessians by surprise.

It's a bold move.

It's a brilliant move.

Possibly the turning point

of the war,

but what's

my role in this?

I'm being forced to stay behind

and play nursemaid.

See it from his perspective,

Crane.

You're too valuable to risk

on such a dangerous journey.

Valuable?

Of what value am I

in inaction?

Washington didn't

invite you

on his mission

either, did he?

No.

All he asked was

that I complete this.

What do you think?

Let's see.

Oh, Betsy,

that's beautiful.

These five-pointed stars,

that's an improvement

on the original.

Look at them.

They practically shimmer.

(chuckles) An illusion,

created with

a little gold thread.

It's clever.

I daresay,

if all goes well today,

this may very well be

how I'm remembered.

After all the missions,

this flag may be

my greatest accomplishment.

Betsy, I'm certain

you are wrong there.

And even if it were...

...it really is beautiful.

Wow, the Betsy Ross flag.

The original Stars and Stripes.

She told me

she was not going

on the mission.

Clearly, she did.

Well, she knew

you'd just worry.

She must have cared

about you a lot.

Indeed.

You said she used golden thread.

Yes, it was

a decorative flourish.

I always thought it

rather baroque

for Betsy's tastes.

You used this

to find me when I was

in the Catacombs, right?

The Lydian Jug.

Orpheus employed it to locate

Eurydice in the Underworld,

but it did not work

quite so well for me.

No, but you were

on the right track.

I followed up on some

of your Orpheus research,

and the Jug helped

him find Eurydice,

but to enter the Underworld

he used a lyre,

one strung with golden thread.

Betsy always said

that the flag

was her greatest

achievement,

but the flag

is not important.

It is the thread

she sewed into it.

Somehow it allowed them

to enter the Catacombs.

So, we need

Betsy Ross's flag.

Right, uh... last time

I saw the flag,

it was with

Paul Revere.

Now, Revere would

have ensured

that anything so vital

was well-protected.

He would not have allowed it

out of his possession.

So, we need to figure out

where Revere's stuff ended up.

The Paul Revere House.

North End, Boston.

It's a registered

historical landmark.

Contains a full catalog

of his holdings.

What?

We went there on a field trip

in sixth grade,

Mrs. Broka's class.

Is there a flag

in Revere House?

Yeah.

The museum inventory

logs one

Revolutionary-era flag.

(snaps)

Okay, so...

we can be in Boston

in a couple of hours,

if you guys can figure out

what we do with the flag

once we get it.

MAN:

Well, this is quite a surprise,

uh, but the Historical Society

is always happy to assist,

Agent Mills.

The FBI appreciates your help.

You'll find that

most of the rooms

are exactly as Revere left them,

virtually untouched,

and we've actually

been getting

more visitors these days.

Mostly Hamilton fans

hoping to recognize stuff

from the musical.

(chuckles)

Have you seen it?

A musical

about Alexander Hamilton?

Unbelievable.

The man had a voice

like a stuck goat.

Seriously, that's why

he wrote so many pamphlets.

No one could bear to listen

to him speak.

Would you mind if we

took a look around?

Oh, not at all.

Let me just make sure

the exhibits have been cleared.

Thank you.

Stuck goat?

Your father seemed...

well.

I guess.

Perhaps now we might see

a little more of him

around the house.

Go on, Crane.

What do you want to ask?

No, nothing.

I merely want

to express how

pleased I am

that you and Miss Jenny

have reconciled

with your father.

Well, I don't know

about reconciled,

but we're making progress.

Probably more so

for me than Jenny.

But...

I'm also at a point in my life

where I am

a little more open to change,

which is why

I think I'm going

to tell Danny the truth

about the whole

secret, monster-fighting.

Are you sure?

I think it's time that he knew.

If I want to have

any chance at something

more with him,

I have to be honest.

All clear.

The house is yours.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Here.

Oh, this is in a sorry

state of disrepair.

I guess the Founding Fathers

did not believe

in mothballs.

This was not made

by Betsy's hand.

What?

Are you sure?

Yes, Betsy always used

a modified whipstitch

to protect the edges

of her garments.

This is a cross-stitch.

Someone has taken

Betsy's original flag

and left this

counterfeit in its place.

(low rumbling)

What was that?

(alarm beeping)

Someone turned

on the smithy,

and I can't turn it off.

I have to call

the fire department.

You folks need

to get out of here.

The smoke isn't coming

from there.

Oh.

Whoa, these walls are scorching.

(yells)

(growls)

(growling)

(gun clicks)

(gunshots)

Crane!

Crane! Come on.

Crane.

(growls)

What was that thing?

I recognized the garments

it was wearing.

It was the uniform

of the 8th Virginia Regiment.

Now, most of the 8th Regiment

was killed

during the Battle of Monmouth,

but some defied orders

and escaped.

Now...

there was an entry

in Franklin's notebook.

After Washington captured

one of the deserters,

the Sisterhood of the Radiant

Heart tarred and bandaged

the prisoner

using infernal materials,

thus transforming him

into a creature known

as the Eternal Soldier.

Revere must have

assigned him

to protect Betsy's flag,

and when we attempted

to remove it,

the Soldier was awoken.

Except that wasn't

the actual flag.

At some point in history,

someone replaced it with a fake.

Someone who knew how

to get around the Soldier.

Well, unlike said person,

we have roused the beast,

and in doing so,

I fear we may have painted

the proverbial target

upon our backs.

The creature will not rest

until he hunts us down.

So, not only do we need

to find the real flag,

we need to do so without being

roasted by an overheated guard.

Yes.

And we're running out of time.

(sighs)

(sighs)

Well, I can't find anything

in the Sumerian texts.

Did you dig up anything else

on the Orpheus legend?

Downtown Brown's Taffy House?

Okay, I know I'm not that

experienced with all this,

but I don't think the

road to the Underworld

runs through a candy shop.

My dad used to get us taffy

from this place

when we were kids.

My favorite were the pink ones.

Not that he'd remember.

Come on, it sounds like

the guy's trying.

I mean, that's got to count

for something, right?

I guess.

It was just so weird.

Sitting around,

pretending to be this,

like, normal family.

Looking at photos, laughing.

Yeah.

I mean, look,

this whole thing

is as new to him

as it is to you.

Yeah, you know why

it's new to him?

'Cause he abandoned us.

I'm sorry, just...

we're trying to save the world,

and I'm here whining

about candy. (chuckles)

It's okay.

Abbie sent these.

They were hoping that

whoever took the real flag

would leave behind a clue,

something that might

tell us where it went.

What's with the holes?

I don't know.

Burn marks?

Moths?

No, they're too symmetrical.

They're all identical.

Hmm, meaning they were

put there deliberately.

Maybe a grille cipher?

Yeah, maybe, but, I mean,

what would the source text be?

Why stripes?

What?

I mean, I get why

the Founding Fathers

put stars on the flag,

and the-the red, white and blue,

that's from

the British flag, right?

But why stripes?

Music notes.

You want to play Name That Tune?

Yeah.

All right.

G-E-C-

E-G-

C.

♪ Oh, say can you see... ♪

(chuckles)

Why is "The Star-Spangled

Banner" on this flag?

JENNY:

Francis Scott Key

wrote "The Star-Spangled Banner"

during the War of 1812,

decades after the crossing

of the Delaware.

Right, so there was no way that

he could have been involved

with the journey

to the Catacombs, but here

is the thing about Key.

He was a Mason.

JENNY: That's right.

Now, during the war,

the British were invading

the country and ransacking

artifacts everywhere.

They hit the Capitol,

the White House,

and they were targeting

other important sites...

Like Paul Revere's house.

So, rather than risk

Betsy's flag

falling into the wrong hands,

Key secured it elsewhere.

(explosions, soldiers shouting)

JENNY: Being a Mason,

the story

of the Eternal Soldier

would have been

passed down to him,

so he knew how

to avoid triggering it,

but he left behind a clue

as to where he put

the real flag.

"Oh, say, can you see,

by the dawn's early light..."

Anapests.

I cannot abide anapests.

JOE: Crane.

"Gave proof through the night

"that our flag

was still there."

Key wrote those words

at Fort McHenry in Baltimore.

Road trip?

JENNY: We'll meet you there.

I have some ideas on how

to deal with your tar monster,

but I got to pick up

some equipment.

Without the protection

of the Masonic Cell,

we must keep moving

or face detection by...

Danny.

What are you doing here?

I just got a call

from an angry historian,

saying one of my agents

wrecked a national monument.

I can explain that.

What were you doing in Boston?

And why does he have to be

with you everywhere you go?

Agent Reynolds...

I wasn't asking you.

I was talking to her.

I gave you space, Abs,

and I think I've been

more than patient.

You have.

But there are

consequences...

Danny!

(growling)

FBI!

Freeze!

Danny...

I'm warning you,

not another step.

(gunshots)

What the hell?

Oh, God.

(screams)

(growling)

(tires screeching)

CRANE: Get in!

Come on, Danny, move.

Inside.

(tires squealing)

(groans)

That man... I unloaded a clip

into his chest,

and he kept coming.

In his hands he created fire.

Okay, that is

because he is not a man.

Wh-What are you saying?

He's a...

A demon.

A monster.

Accursed spawn of hell.

There are some things

about this town,

things that

seem impossible,

but monsters are real,

and they're here

in Sleepy Hollow.

An-- and you...

fight these monsters?

The two of you?

So, that explains

the disappearing acts, the lies,

the excuses,

it was because of...

o-o-of this.

I wanted to tell you, really,

and that's what I was

getting at this morning,

and I should have

told you sooner,

but I didn't want you

to find out like this.

The thing is,

it's only after us,

so we're gonna drop you off

so you'll be safe.

That doesn't sound good.

It's okay.

We have a plan.

HIDDEN ONE:

Pandora!

Pandora,

where are you?

I am here.

Why have you not

brought me more sacrifices

to replenish the Hourglass?

I am almost restored.

I will no longer

be providing for you.

No longer

will I feed your vanity,

your hunger and your pride.

How dare you?

You forget your place.

My place?

I thought my place

was by your side,

as an equal,

not as a slave.

You were a slave once.

And I rose up,

and I helped you rise up.

If there is one thing

that I learned

from those Witnesses,

it is that the power

of a true bond

can conquer any might.

They are stronger

because they have each other.

They are stronger

because they love each other.

You?

You love only this.

The power.

(chuckles)

You are as foolish

as you are cruel.

My astral form is

what you mindlessly lash

out against now.

A trick I learned from you.

I am now safely far away,

out of your reach.

By sundown tomorrow,

I will be the one true God,

and I will wipe away this world,

you included.

Then you will see just

how far my reach extends.

You love these

humans so much.

You wear their clothes.

You feel their petty,

worthless emotions.

If you want

to live among them,

then you shall die among them.

How long have you known?

I was wondering

how you and Mills got

so close so quickly.

Not long.

I got clued in

when we were hunting for Mills.

I was...

exposed to some

weird stuff and...

Crane got me up to speed.

Why didn't you tell me?

Tell you what?

That... that Mills was trapped

in a mystical dimension

and we had to battle demons

from hell to get her back?

'Cause I'm not sure

how that would have looked

on my quarterly evaluation,

you know?

Yeah, I'm not just your boss.

I'm your friend.

Yeah, you are,

and as your friend,

I wanted to protect you.

This is not like-like

telling someone

that you've joined

a private club

with a secret

handshake, okay?

You get pulled into this world,

and there are consequences.

Responsibilities.

Once you know the truth,

there's no going back.

Who else is in on this?

Mills' sister

and her boyfriend, the EMT.

Th-There's probably others,

right?

I mean, this is not something

that stays quiet.

I don't know.

That's the truth, man.

I'm not that far ahead

of you on this.

(sighs)

Welcome to the club.

Lieutenant?

Hmm?

You all right?

Yeah.

I mean, look,

I hate the way

that Danny found out.

I should have told him before,

so I could have controlled

the message.

Agent Reynolds

is strong of spirit.

He will be fine.

And if there's one thing

I've learned,

it is that life

rarely allows one

the luxury of hewing

to one's plans.

The best we can do is

adapt to those turns

we never see coming.

(indistinct chatter)

Go and fetch Betsy Ross.

Tell her we need her help.

Miss Ross has left camp.

When?

I don't know, sir,

but she said to give you this

after the boats returned.

BETSY:

My dearest Crane,

Why is it there is

always so much to say

when there is so little time?

You see, I am leaving,

and I fear I will never

see you again.

Do not attempt to find me.

Where I go,

I go of my own accord,

and I am at peace

with the future that awaits,

but know that I curse myself

for not being strong enough

to bid you farewell in person.

For I have never been one

who can bear saying good-bye

to someone I love.

So be strong for both of us.

As always,

I shall count on that.

With affection,

Betsy Ross.

And she was right.

I never saw her again.

I'm sorry, Crane.

But at least now

you know where she went.

She traveled to the Catacombs

to get the Eye of Providence,

and because she did,

Washington won the war.

Yes.

And 'twas best we parted

when we did.

She had her path to follow

after that mission,

and I had mine,

but my point is,

Lieutenant,

if you care for someone,

do not leave

anything unsaid.

Crane, this is

an American fort, right?

Used by an American army?

Yes.

Used continuously

for over 125 years.

But why is there

a 42-foot statue of Orpheus

on the grounds?

CRANE:

These, around the base.

These figures

are from Greek mythology.

Hmm.

No sign of Hades...

Orpheus used

a lyre to enter the Underworld.

(bell chimes)

Any requests?

You know the tune.

(bells playing

"The Star-Spangled Banner")

(whispering):

All right.

(gears turning)

(sighs)

Still beautiful, Betsy.

(growling)

(growling)

(yells)

(bellowing)

JENNY: Figured hot tar

doesn't mix well

with cold liquids.

Can't get much colder

than liquid nitrogen.

(grunts)

Science.

You guys okay?

A little singed,

but no worse for wear.

Did you get the flag?

(chuckles)

Long day?

Guessing not as long as yours.

What happened with the, uh,

fire man?

(chuckles) Extinguished.

How often do you deal

with stuff like this?

Seems like too often.

So, listen, Danny,

I know you have

a lot of questions,

and I am going to

get to all of them-- I promise--

but first I need

to say something.

Thank you.

(sighs)

For the longest time,

I told myself that

I couldn't let anything happen

between us because

of this responsibility

that comes before anything else,

but that was just an excuse.

Uh,

the funny thing is,

I thought that

once you knew the truth

about the craziness of my world,

that I would be relieved.

I thought, I won't have to hide

anything from him anymore.

But now you know and...

I'm still scared,

because it's no longer

about the monsters

or the supernatural

or anything else.

It's just,

it's just about, um,

you and me.

You and me.

I thought I knew what that was,

but now I really don't know

what's what.

Crane.

He's not normal, is he?

Is he a ghost?

Mm-mm.

Huh.

That would have explained a lot.

(laughs)

One more question.

Can I kiss you?

Hey.

I never took you

for a camper type.

(chuckles) Yeah,

I like to stay mobile

and private.

Oh, uh, I-I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to intrude.

I just came by to drop this off.

What is this?

Just my way

of saying thanks.

For what?

For opening the door.

(car door opens, engine starts)

(door closes)

(chuckles)

(bells tolling)

ABBIE: You want to tell me

why you called me

to Law Memorial Park

at sunrise?

I was attempting to ascertain

how this flag might work.

I tried everything:

lemon juice, perfume,

all of Betsy's old

spy craft tricks.

No luck.

It made me realize

perhaps I didn't know Betsy

as well as I thought.

Wait.

Then it struck me.

This flag is

more than simply

a piece of fabric.

This is a symbol of the nation

we fought to bring forth.

It means something more.

Just like

the national anthem.

It means something more.

Okay.

"Oh, say can you see, by..."

"By the dawn's early light."

It's the path Washington took

to the Catacombs.

Are you ready to go back,

Lieutenant?

Let's go.

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Media Access Group at WGBH