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Not too terrible.

Really, Crane?

You know I quit coffee.

You were forced

to abandon

the pleasures

of the caffeinated bean

during your stay

in the Catacombs,

but you and I both know...

your strong desire...

for the

cappuccino con doppio caffé.

We cannot hide

who we truly are, Lieutenant,

and if you and I are to

yet again face

the possibility

of the end of the world...

we should embrace

the fruits of life

with a full heart.

How true.

What's this?

(sniffing)

Bacon?

With...

maple and a hint of Meyer lemon.

(sniffing)

Bourbon?

Mm-hmm.

New gourmet donut shop

opened up downtown.

I wanted to surprise you.

(moans)

(laughs)

Manna from heaven.

Yeah, seeing as how we are

going back to the Catacombs--

and it's the closest thing

I can think of...

...to Hell--

you bet your ass

I'm gonna drink this.

Oh.

That's good.

You got a little something...

Oh.

(laughs)

Lieutenant...

Oh.

Yes.

I'm scared out of my mind

of seeing

that place again,

and no, I'm not letting

you go without me.

Whatever you do, I do.

That's the deal.

Truth bomb if ever I heard one.

(laughs)

Okay.

Oh, I do that very well,

don't I?

(laughing)

JENNY: I'm sorry,

but this does not work for me.

JOE:

Me neither.

We've been down

this road before.

She's gonna work

really hard to gain

our confidence,

and then screw us over again

for her

megalomaniac boyfriend.

The Hidden One

is my husband.

Or was.

Since he cast me out,

I am now nothing more

than one of billions

he will slaughter

once he achieves omnipotence.

CRANE:

Which is why we must

allow bygones

to be precisely that.

No, you know what, Crane,

I'm with "J" on this one.

You spent months killing

and terrorizing people,

so, no, I'm definitely

not over it.

It matters very little

if you trust me or not.

My only wish is

to save this world

from annihilation.

(door opens)

REYNOLDS:

Is now a good time

to join the team?

Join up

just like that?

I guess I could pretend

like I never saw what I saw.

Oh, God.

Go back to my normal life,

but I'm guessing

that isn't an option.

I'm just here to help.

This is not something

that you just rush into.

If the world is hanging

in the balance,

I need to do everything

I can to help.

In for a penny, right?

It's an expression.

(laughs) I know, yes.

If anything happened to you,

I wouldn't be able

to forgive myself.

This is where I want to be.

Here for you.

After all this is over,

you and I

are going back to that house

on Virginia Beach.

Make up

for some lost time.

I'm gonna hold you to that.

Welcome aboard.

Eight hours,

that's all we have left

until the sands run out

of the Hourglass.

When it does, the Hidden One

will become omnipotent.

When-when you

say omnipotent...

He will possess the total power

of the pantheon of Ancient Gods.

Enough to destroy

every living thing

in this world.

CRANE:

Our plan involves

a two-pronged strategy--

the lieutenant and I

will journey to

the Delaware River

where we should use

Betsy Ross's flag

to guide us to the Catacombs.

Once there,

we will restore Pandora's box

and use it to drain

the Hidden One of his power.

ABBIE:

Meanwhile, the rest of you

will do your damndest

to delay him.

Slow him down

by any means necessary.

I know this is my first rodeo,

but we seem very short

on actual intel on

this Hidden One, and why

the both of you need to

go back to the Catacombs.

It can only be restored

if both of the Witnesses

are present

in the Temple of the Gods.

If only one of them goes,

the mission will fail.

JENNY:

As in, you're not going?

It's your Box!

Pandora has provided us

with detailed instructions

how to access the antechamber

within the temple.

While she stays conveniently

out of harm's way.

None of you stand a chance

facing my husband without me.

I am the only one

who knows

what he is capable of.

Time is as much our enemy

as the Hidden One himself.

So, I wish us all Godspeed.

CRANE:

Oh, Betsy, that's beautiful.

These five-pointed stars...

...they practically shimmer.

(chuckles) An illusion,

created with

a little gold thread.

I daresay if all

goes well today,

this may very well be

how I'm remembered.

(horn honking)

(tires squealing)

You okay?

Apologies.

I can drive.

No, no, no,

no, apologies.

(exhales)

My mind was elsewhere.

Let me guess, December 1776.

Crane, Washington cut you

out of a mission

that could have changed

the tide of the war.

You were his protégé,

his bravest officer,

and instead of taking you,

he took

Betsy Ross and Paul Revere.

That would haunt me, too.

'Tis not simply the vote

of no confidence

from my commanding officer,

Lieutenant.

When Betsy returned

from the Catacombs...

...she was changed.

The Catacombs changed me.

Yes, of course, but...

this was different.

See, Betsy and I, we...

we were very close.

We were as close

as two compatriots can be.

Until she came back

from her mission.

And we never spoke again.

Just one letter...

terminating our friendship.

A tactical assault

is off the table?

He's a god.

Trying to take him

down with brute force

is suicide.

We need to focus

on the Hourglass.

This is where you offer

that help we so badly need.

In order to maximize

the energies

of the Hourglass,

he will take it here.

Bear Mountain?

PANDORA:

It sits upon a focal point

of ancient energy.

Energy he will use to amplify

the forces held

within the Hourglass

to an even greater effect.

His vantage point

on the mountain

will make his final victory

all the sweeter.

When the sands run out,

the power within will flow

with the greatest purity.

That's good, Bear Mountain.

We have a target.

According

to Washington's journal,

Bear Mountain

is surrounded by a large amount

of intersecting ley lines.

Say what?

SOPHIE: Geomagnetic markers

in the earth,

supposed to conduct

mystical power.

Okay, is there a way

that can help us?

PANDORA: The ancient power

of the ley lines

can be channeled.

Focused...

for a specific purpose.

I say we fight fire with fire.

Lieutenant,

would you do the honors?

If this doesn't work,

you do realize that

we're just two people on a boat,

singing the anthem.

(sighs)

♪ Oh, say can you see,

by the dawn's ♪

♪ Early light ♪

♪ What so proudly we hailed ♪

♪ At the twilight's last ♪

♪ Gleaming ♪

♪ Whose broad stripes

and bright stars ♪

(magical chiming)

♪ Through the

perilous fight... ♪

Lieutenant,

we are no longer

on the Delaware.

This is the River Styx.

Gateway to the Underworld.

♪ ♪

ABBIE:

You ever think of how many times

you and I have technically died?

You were buried underground

for centuries,

choked out by a Sin Eater.

Buried again by a tree.

Trapped in purgatory,

your jaunt to 1781,

abandoned

in Ancient Catacombs...

You have endured much,

Lieutenant.

I can endure anything.

It's the losses

that wear me down.

My mom and Corbin.

My wife.

My son.

I prefer to focus

on what we have,

and I have a partner

of the highest caliber.

Better than Betsy Ross?

Well, she was

occasionally rather pushy.

Prone to talking

with a mouth full of food.

George Washington?

Well, now there was

a great man...

but a great man

with legendary halitosis.

(laughs)

I really beat those guys?

Oh...

handily.

You...

never waiver in your faith.

In what we do. In me.

And you know how rare that is,

don't you?

When it concerns you and me,

Lieutenant,

there is no greater certainty.

Port bow.

God's wounds...

Washington's crew.

Frozen in death's rigor

for over 200 years.

Here.

The web of ley lines we seek

begins at this spot.

You heard the lady.

All right, how many

of these do we need?

They must surround the peak

in a precise formation.

Only then will they trigger

disturbance

of a decent magnitude.

So, we're planting spikes

across the whole mountain?

Yes, with haste.

Time grows short.

Is she always like that?

Trust me, man,

this is her being nice.

These men aren't

regular Colonial troops.

CRANE: Washington

hand-picked his team

for the Delaware mission.

These are members

of Knowlton's Rangers,

the best militia fighters

of their time.

Got musket ball strikes

on the bodies,

and behind the trees.

Shrapnel from an explosive

charge on their boat.

What the hell

happened here, Crane?

Crane?

I recognize

this handwriting.

This was written by Betsy Ross.

"Our last hope to win the war

has been lost.

"Soon after we set off,

Captain Revere was ordered

to return down river."

With Washington on this mission,

Revere would have been needed

to lead the attack on Trenton.

"And as for General Washington

and our band of brothers,

"our hopes of

reaching the Catacombs

have been violently dashed."

"Despite best efforts

"to safeguard

the mission's security,

"there appears to have been

an insurgent onboard."

(gunshot)

(screaming)

Die, traitors!

For King and Country,

you bastards!

Take him!

ABBIE:

"A saboteur."

Gunpowder! Over the side!

ABBIE: "This slaughtered

the entire regiment."

Yet somehow Washington

and Betsy survived.

They made it

to the Catacombs,

retrieved

the Eye of Providence,

and return to 1776

just in time to take Trenton.

Except you said she was

different when she came back.

Said good-bye

to you in a letter.

'Twas as if she were a

different person altogether.

My, God...

what if that is

exactly the case?

You think the woman

that went on the mission,

settled in Philadelphia,

and had all those kids...

was not the real

Elizabeth Phoebe Ross.

We don't know that

for sure, Crane.

Washington made it back.

I'm willing to bet

that Betsy did, too.

Yep.

Yes, yes.

You and I both know,

Lieutenant...

victory often comes

at a terrible loss.

Reynolds,

we're done in our sector.

Got less than

an hour by my clock.

15 minutes max,

and we'll be set.

(birds screeching)

He knows that we're here.

Everyone, take cover now!

(thunder rumbling)

Oh, my God.

Go, go.

♪ ♪

(thunder rumbling)

Nothing to tell us

where or how

to enter the Catacombs.

No communiques, no maps,

not even a compass among them.

We've lost our way,

just as they did.

We came here to do a job, Crane,

so keep searching.

(sighs)

Dead men really tell no tales.

You.

(grunts)

(growling)

Zombies again?

(growling)

(panting)

What the hell is that?

This is a dark magic charm,

giving its wearer the curse

of eternal life.

Oh.

This is surely a tactic

of General Howe's.

He persuaded

one of his spies

to sacrifice his very humanity

in order to sabotage Washington.

Too bad good ol' George

didn't see it coming.

(breathing heavily)

Or perhaps he did.

Clever.

This letter's encoded.

Now if Washington

suspected sabotage,

or that the British

were sending

reinforcements

to follow him upriver,

this will truly tell of it.

Um...

er,

you don't happen to have...

obliged.

Let's see what

you've got for us, Betsy.

(grunting)

Are you okay?

Yeah, damn,

that was intense.

REYNOLDS: Mills!

Everyone accounted for?

JOE: Yeah, thanks

for the heads up.

So, the Hidden One

took this round.

I say we take the next.

We got to finish

this thing.

We got a problem.

PANDORA:

My compass, it's broken.

I cannot locate

the ley lines without it.

Then we need to find another way

to pinpoint them.

Jen,

Crane's Christmas gift.

Crane gave me one

of George Washington's

original maps

of the Hudson Valley. It depicts

all of of the ley lines

around Sleepy Hollow,

but it's back at my trailer.

The sands will have run

through the Hourglass

by the time you return.

I'll go. I can text you

all exact coordinates.

It'll be just like

calling in an air strike.

Trust me,

I got this.

Okay, go.

All right,

watch your back, babe.

That was a hell of a show

your husband put on back there.

Thing is, I don't like

being blind-sided.

Mills, you're on recon.

I don't care if his real name

is the Hidden One,

I want eyes on him.

Wish me luck.

All right,

the rest of you are with me.

All right. Copy that.

Seems to be some kind of portal

or gateway to

the Catacombs themselves.

I'm really going back there.

Only this time

you're not alone,

and we have a way out.

Shall we?

♪ ♪

I have eyes on him.

Yeah, just make sure

he doesn't have eyes on you.

Guys, I have a shot.

Negative.

Recon only.

Come on, Reynolds.

We may not get

another chance at this.

I said negative.

Stick to the plan.

Say again? You're breaking up.

(phone beeps)

Got them.

Tell Joe good job.

Get back here ASAP.

(phone chimes)

Hey.

Mr. Mills, what brings you here?

Yeah, well,

I was close by, thought I'd

stop in and say hello.

Oh.

Is it a bad time?

(grunting)

It almost impresses me.

The insatiable

mortal desire to fight what you

cannot possibly conquer.

I don't know what

I hate about you most:

the way you talk,

or the way

you treat women.

Let me help you choose.

I know well

the value mortals place on love.

Let me take yours...

and turn it into pain.

EZRA:

So, you two are busy, then?

Uh, yeah, kind of, actually.

The thing is

Jen's stuck up at the top

of Bear Mountain

right now...

so...

(groans)

You all right, son?

No.

No, no, no, no, no.

Hey.

(gasping)

You need to run.

(grunts)

(in spectral voice): Run!

(bellowing)

HIDDEN ONE:

The man you love...

(grunts)

is now, and shall be

forever more...

(bellowing)

...a beast.

(bellowing continues)

It seems like you're having

a really bad day, son.

SOPHIE: I can't get ahold

of either of them.

Something's wrong, man,

he could have Joe or Jenny.

If we're gonna move on this guy,

we got to do it now.

Just roll up on his ass,

guns blazing?

This is about buying time,

not endangering more lives.

We panic now,

we're playing into his hands.

He's right.

No one...

no place is safe until

my husband has been dealt with.

Finish your task.

As soon as the last

spike is planted,

the energy in the ley lines

will be summoned,

and the disturbance

will then occur.

And where are you going?

We need more time.

I will try and give us

as much as I can.

No, no, you've helped enough.

We can protect you from him.

No one can be protected

from a god,

especially not an angry one.

(screaming)

(Wendigo bellowing)

God Almighty.

(gunshots)

Joe? Joe, Joe!

It's me, it's me.

Okay, let's slow

this down, okay?

Just like we did last time.

Jennifer.

Stay back, Dad. Joe.

We're gonna have

a quiet conversation,

just you and me.

(bellowing)

EZRA: I don't know what

you're trying to do,

but it's not working.

We need to go!

Damn it, Joe.

That's not gonna work!

It's a tracking bullet.

We need to keep tabs on him

until we have a plan.

Go!

(bellowing)

I can't see a damn thing

on my right side.

That's handy.

Okay, coordinates

put the location

about 200 yards that way.

Considering the baggage

Abbie brought to the party,

I'd say you're handling

this pretty well.

It tore her up inside

keeping you in the dark,

you know.

Tore me up, too.

Yeah, I bet.

Truth is, you and Abbie

weren't the only one

to keep secrets.

I was tasked

to keep an eye on Abbie,

reporting her

movements, moods,

any details.

All covert, off the books.

Reporting to whom?

High level people.

Assistant Director Jack Walters

was my primary contact,

but I have to assume

others are involved.

So, they used you

to spy on Abbie?

I let them.

Look, I don't even know

how much Walters knows,

but he did refer

to Abbie as an asset.

And now you think the fact

that she's a Witness

has something to do with it.

I messed up.

I can't change that,

but I can do my best

to protect her.

The least I can do

is help save the world.

It's very different in person.

Sadder.

Stranger, if that's possible.

Your bishop, I presume.

A rook,

but you did

always say that

it looked like a bishop,

and it was just me

trying to get

an advantage over you.

I still don't know

how to deal with the fact

that those conversations--

arguments, debates,

thousands of them--

weren't real.

It was just me

talking to myself,

trying to keep

from falling off the edge.

No, actually, in a way,

they were real.

I had many a rousing chat

with you

whilst we were apart.

They meant we could

watch over one another.

And now after all this time...

...both of us wind up here,

of all places.

Using my prison...

to save the world.

I beat this, didn't I?

Yes, you did.

Ah, and this...

must be your knight.

Queen.

Queen?

Pure chicanery.

Okay, Bobby Fischer,

let's go fix Pandora's box.

I've been

in this section before.

I thought it was just...

ancient wallpaper.

According

to Pandora's instructions,

'tis much more than that.

Here.

Bird.

Huntress.

Hourglass.

Sun.

This must lead

to an inner chamber.

(low rumbling)

Crane.

Betsy.

CRANE:

No breath, no pulse.

I'm sorry, Crane.

Yes, well,

this must have been where

the Eye of Providence was kept.

Magical properties

would have kept her...

...remains intact.

I had the whole temple

and the Catacombs to wander.

She was trapped

in this room for centuries.

She deserved

a better end than this.

(sighs)

At least now I know the truth.

Look, Dad,

I'm not sure what

it is you wanted to show me,

but I have to explain

what you just saw.

Your boyfriend is a Wendigo.

The supernatural?

Monsters?

I know all about them.

For how long?

Since before you and Abigail

were born.

What?!

I-I'm sorry

I couldn't tell you,

but I had my reasons.

Half skull, obsidian blade.

Just add some of his blood

and say the words.

You know

the Shawnee incantation?

Yes, of course

I do, but...

Good girl.

Okay, just in case...

we'll bring this.

It's a prototype

ballistics weapon.

It'll pretty much

take down any species,

but it packs a punch,

so last resort only,

do you hear me?

How much do you know?

About me and Abbie?

About...

about Crane?

You knew Corbin and Nevins.

I was the one

who took that picture.

What... Dad...

Jennifer,

I know you have

a million questions,

and I promise I will

answer every one,

but right now we need

to save Joe.

I owe August Corbin that much.

We should give her a ceremony.

Just a few words.

Let her soul be at peace.

I don't think that's gonna work.

Please, Lieutenant,

we must honor her sacrifice.

No, Crane, I mean it's not gonna

work because she isn't dead.

(gasping)

(gasping)

Betsy?

Ichabod...

is that you?

You look well, my love.

Do not...

pretend that you love me.

You never did.

The truth was in front

of your eyes from the moment

you first took pity on me.

The other gods

kept me imprisoned

for very good reasons.

Reasons that had nothing

to do with benevolence,

or mercy

or love.

All I've ever loved

was power.

When the last grain

passes through,

I will take your life.

Slowly.

Okay, that was

the last one.

Why isn't anything

happening?

I don't know.

She said it would

just start up.

♪ ♪

You would dare?!

You found my letter...

on the river.

Quite...

the mess.

Washington and I

were lucky to escape it.

Ichabod, you are a sight

for sore eyes.

Although you look...

different, your...

hair is...

Yes, it's shorter.

Cleaner.

Right, Betsy,

last I saw,

you and General Washington

were crossing to Trenton.

Oh, my apologies.

Allow me to introduce

Miss Abigail Mills.

This is...

Miss Elizabeth Ross.

Tracker puts him

half a mile out.

He's headed this way.

Why do you owe it

to August Corbin?

That was the deal.

It killed me

to leave but...

it was for your own protection.

What does that mean?

(tracker beeps)

He's coming.

Okay.

(Wendigo bellowing)

(whispering):

I'm sorry about this, babe.

(screeches)

(growling)

Great spirit in the sky,

I call you to the aid of your

warriors!

Life the curse of blood hunger!

Free the man inside the beast!

EZRA: Hey!

Hairy guy!

Come here.

Wait, Dad, don't!

Joe, don't, no!

(bellowing)

Joe.

Joe.

Hey.

(whispering):

Joe.

It's okay... it's okay.

I didn't know.

Hey.

I love you.

(crying):

I love you.

Joe.

You had to, it's okay.

You had to.

(Joe groans)

(sobbing)

No.

(crying):

No, Joe, Joe.

Joe, no!

No. (sobbing continues)

What did I do?

What did I do?

(low rumbling)

(grunts)

Enough!

It is time.

(low rumbling)

(panting)

Husband?

(echoing):

The man...

you call husband

no longer exists.

All that remains...

is his final wish.

That this world shall burn!

Betsy,

how are you still alive?

Bad luck, mainly.

Honestly,

after so many trials,

you would think we were

due some decent fortune.

We were close to our goal--

retrieving the Eye of

Providence from this temple.

General Washington

had spent months

decoding ancient texts,

preparing for this

very moment.

Our perseverance paid off...

...until I became greedy,

curious

for more marvels held

within this chamber.

(low rumbling)

Betsy!

General!

Whatever sequence

the general used

to open this chamber

no longer worked.

It won't open!

BETSY: I was trapped.

I'll come back

for you.

BETSY: I could faintly hear

his entreaties

through the wall...

I'll find a way.

...but I knew full well

there was no time

for any rescue.

Priorities would force him

to finish the mission.

I tried every

single thing I could

to escape...

but I had not the knowledge

of ancient glyphs

as you do, Ichabod.

Days?

Months?

Somehow, the energies

within the chamber

itself kept me alive.

My hopes for a rescue

began to abandon me.

Ultimately,

I had no choice

but to accept my fate.

You can fill in the blanks

on the journey home.

Tell me, both of you,

how fares the War?

Did we rout the blighters

at Trenton?

Betsy.

You do know how long

you've been down here?

Months.

We must be well into

the New Year by now.

Which New Year?

1777.