Original subtitles

You are freaking out, Crane.

Hardly.

I'm making preparations

for restoring Pandora's box.

Oh, I know you well enough

to know when you're bugging.

Very well, perhaps I am

a little more

than moderately agitated.

And for good reason--

finding Betsy Ross alive,

trapped down here.

It's what happens when she

leaves that concerns me more.

If Betsy enters the Well

you used to leave this place,

she will return

in her own time, so...

you and I

must endeavor to

help her on her way

as soon as she returns

from scouting

the environs.

And we cannot let on

that we are from the future.

Or we risk

damaging the time stream.

I get it. I saw Star Wars.

Trek not Wars, but yes.

As Captain James Tiberius Kirk

learned the hard way

in the most

memorable episode,

"City on the Edge of Forever."

Okay, well, I will let you

be the one to bring up

jumping into

a bottomless well.

BETSY:

My circumnavigation

has revealed nothing of

use to the war effort.

Yeah, nothing but sand and sun

for over 1,000 miles.

Which makes me wonder

how you came to acquire

such intimate knowledge

of the Catacombs.

That information we

cannot share, Betsy.

You see, we are more than

simply a rescue mission.

We have very

specific orders

from General Washington.

He would only have shared the

existence of the supernatural

with you in the most dire

of circumstances.

Or sent a stranger

to accompany you.

In your absence,

Lieutenant Mills and I

have formed a very

strong partnership.

Lieutenant?

There are no female officers

in the Continental Army.

It's a pet name.

I...

call him Crane.

CRANE:

Regrettably,

the veil of secrecy precludes

our sharing of details, Betsy.

We are to restore a powerful,

supernatural artifact,

and it is our only hope

against a foe who holds the fate

of the world in his hands.

"Here rests

"the container that holds

all the evil of the world.

"Dark vessel of nightmare.

(echoing):

"Dread urn forged in the void.

Let that which is broken

be remade."

When last we saw this box,

'twas silver in hue.

Did we do something wrong?

I performed the incantation

as instructed.

Over here.

Cuneiform is the same

as on the pedestal.

"Binding the evils

of the world.

"A radiance given by...

"one who bears Witness.

An Eternal Soul."

Pandora made

no reference to this.

That can't be good.

CRANE:

No, nor the reference

to Witness,

specifically this...

Eternal Soul.

I fear

the missing ingredient

may be one of us.

Lieutenant!

(loud whooshing)

(grunting)

(gasping)

Lieutenant...

are you all right?

Fine.

(panting)

Its bark is worse

than its bite.

The Box--

we did it.

Which means it got

what it needed.

(groans)

No, no.

Abbie.

There's a pulse.

It feels very faint.

Crane...

Save your strength.

I hope you got the plates

off the truck that hit me.

The Box took something precious.

There's a void.

Something's wrong.

We'll fix it.

We've come back

from worse.

It is a side of the job

that is never advertised.

And we were just talking about,

on the way here, cheating death.

Enough of that.

Perhaps Washington or Revere

can help her when we get back.

We're not coming back

with you, Betsy.

You are not the Crane I know.

Betsy, believe me, I am telling

the truth in that I...

cannot tell the whole truth.

Only one truth matters.

Your heart belongs

to Abigail Mills.

She is my partner.

I must leave this place.

Um...

at the far end

of the plateau

there is a Well beside

the stump of a tree.

Enter and...

you will return

from whence you came.

Miss Mills.

You have a good partner

in Ichabod Crane.

Put him in his place

every once in a while.

Keeps him honest.

I'm sorry about how

things ended with Betsy.

At least now I understand

why we never spoke

after she returned from this...

dreadful place.

Our partnership

was a prelude to a destiny

I could never have imagined.

One I share with you.

Shall we?

Well, not until you tell me

whatever it is...

you don't want to tell me.

The tablet I found

in my family crypt

had a symbol on it I could not

translate until today,

when it appeared on

the wall of the antechamber.

It reads, "Eternal Soul,"

meaning the soul

of a Witness

that the Box requires.

Which is why

Pandora sent us both.

There are powerful forces

at work here,

and I do not intend

to be pawn to them.

We make our own destiny.

Right now, we are destined

to take a plunge.

Let's do this.

In through a tree,

out through a well.

How about an escalator

to the Catacombs?

It would not have the same

metaphorical heft, I fear.

Now...

let us not miss the perfect

opportunity for embracing...

(echoing):

Tally-ho!

That was not very sporting!

(grunts)

What she said.

♪ ♪

(door opens)

Abbie, you made it.

(grunts)

The mission was a success.

ABBIE: How'd it go on this end?

Where is everyone?

Where's Joe, Sophie, Reynolds?

Dad.

Jennifer asked me to come.

What's wrong? What happened?

It's Joe.

He, uh...

(crying):

He turned again.

The Hidden One...

I'm sorry.

Joe was our brother.

And mine.

My condolences, Miss Jenny.

Master Corbin

fought bravely,

and he saved

countless lives,

and we will honor him

by picking up his standard

and marching on.

Believe me...

the Hidden One

will pay for this.

I've been looking for ways

to modify our arsenal,

searching for myths

in which gods are killed,

like the Norse Ragnarok.

Twilight of the Gods.

The battle in which

all existence

was destroyed and remade.

We just need to get

around that part.

Nothing is where

it used to be.

You been here before?

Many years ago.

My friendship with August Corbin

was strained, but there was...

always mutual respect.

Oh, here it is.

The Elder Edda. (blows)

If there's a clue

in the Ragnarok myth,

you'll find it here.

But a weapon

powerful enough

to take down a god?

It's a tall order.

And we have just the thing,

but the Box

is no use without Pandora.

The Hidden One disappeared

with her to parts unknown.

CRANE:

And these...

chirosiphones

have proven most useful

against all manner of creatures.

Shouldn't take long

to whip up some Greek Fire.

(chuckles)

If you have a moment.

I'll, um...

make the arrangements for Joe.

I owe it to his father.

And you girls

have bigger fish to fry.

Thank you.

And thank you

for looking after Jenny.

It's nothing but a thing.

All that water

under the bridge--

doesn't make us

any less a family.

Amen to that.

Are you okay?

I'm fine.

I have a thousand questions

that I want to ask you,

but right now is not the time.

No, but when

the moment's right,

there is much I need

to tell you, young lady.

I look forward to it.

Sorry about your friend.

We'll pay our respects when

we stop the world from ending.

We got the Box.

Now we need

to find its owner.

We've been monitoring

emergency bands.

National Weather Service

is on alert.

There's a freak storm

building over the Hudson Valley.

ABBIE:

Wild guess--

target's at

the epicenter.

All right, thanks.

Just doing our part

for Team Witness, right?

Not just for that.

For taking all this

in stride.

I'm just glad

we're all on the same page.

Me, too, Danny.

You and Sophie

stay on overwatch.

Keep the situation

under wraps.

I'm gonna get the Box

back to Pandora.

(thunder rumbling)

Husband, release me

from this prison.

I have decided, Pandora,

my rise shall be in stages.

Rivers running red.

Crops turning black.

Water, water everywhere...

and not a drop to drink.

(loud whooshing)

I was wondering

when you were gonna make

your last stand, Witness.

Feed, my precious one.

HIDDEN ONE:

Enough of this!

Feed as you never have before.

Impossible.

CRANE:

No...

just highly improbable.

Which, as luck would have it,

is our stock in trade.

(grunts)

No.

I will not allow it.

ABBIE:

What's wrong?

You had him on the ropes.

It cannot draw any more energy.

In order to stop him,

you know what it needs,

Abbie.

You're resisting.

You're holding on to hope.

It hungers for the light

at the center of your being.

It needs...

a binding agent to hold the

darkness together, Abbie.

He's getting

his power back.

It needs the rest

of your Eternal Soul.

In the Catacombs,

Abbie, you beat it.

The Box didn't finish.

Because you closed it

before it could.

Yes.

PANDORA:

Open it.

Give it what it needs.

Only you can

do this, Abbie.

CRANE:

No.

There has to be another way.

He will kill us all.

Open it.

Save the world, Abbie.

No, Abbie!

PANDORA:

Yes.

Yes.

Let it speak to you.

Give it your strength.

Give it your hope.

Give it your life!

(loud rumbling)

Abbie!

Crane...

...never give up hope.

Abbie...

Abbie, no!

Feeling contrite,

I imagine.

Beg for forgiveness.

Beg for your life.

(raspy breathing)

I would do whatever you ask.

That was for Joe.

How dare you.

This was my victory,

not yours.

Pandora.

The threat is over.

Now...

wherever this container

took Abbie,

return her.

I'm through

being ordered around.

No, no.

We retrieved

this Box for you.

We gave you

everything you asked.

And now you can be

the first to worship me.

The Hidden One is dead.

I have his power now.

I won't ask much

of my followers,

only that they serve me,

obey me,

and as is fitting, fear me.

What did you do to my sister?

I had no recourse but to use

her spirit to reform the Box,

pushed to the edge as I was.

You used us.

We used each other.

Let's call it even.

Damn you.

Damn you!

No, Crane, wait.

We need her...

to get Abbie back.

My husband let power

go to his head.

I won't make the same mistake.

I don't want

to destroy this world.

I quite like it.

As long as I am obeyed,

I will be a benevolent goddess.

(snaps fingers)

Tell me it's not true.

Abbie did what she did

to save us all.

So she's just gone?

Just like that?

CRANE:

No.

Not gone.

But she is trapped

in an infernal Box.

We have brought

her back

from purgatory,

from the Catacombs,

and we will free her

again now, today.

If she's trapped inside the Box,

how do we get her out?

Pandora's the cause;

she is the solution.

She controls the Box.

She can release

the lieutenant.

How do we twist her arm when

she's stolen the power of a god?

'Tis not the only power

she stole.

JENNY:

The Blavatsky Map.

It locates monsters.

'Tis time we fought fire

with fire.

♪ Well, your hands

are getting friendly ♪

♪ But I know exactly

where they are... ♪

AUGUST:

Ice cream's getting warm.

Pie's getting cold.

Not a good combo.

Take a seat, kiddo.

Coffee works twice as good

as pinching yourself.

I didn't figure you

for an angel.

(laughs)

Me? (chuckles)

Not even.

You know what kind of pension

those fools get?

No, this isn't heaven, kid,

not by a long shot.

Is it hell?

The pie's too good.

Well, the last time

I saw your face,

it was on a demon.

I'm what's left of the man

you knew, warts and all.

Made his share

of mistakes.

It cost him...

and his son.

You know about Joe.

He was a soldier,

like his old man, like you.

Soldier knows

when to make a sacrifice.

Keep the world turning.

Springsteen making records,

kids on swings,

trouts in the stream,

all that good stuff.

You made that same sacrifice,

Abbie.

It was me or the world,

and my world felt complete.

I made peace

with my sister,

Daniel Reynolds,

found my dad,

your old friend Ezra.

You've come a long way.

And now you've come

to take me into the light.

(laughs)

Pearly gates?

(laughing)

No, no, no, no, no, no.

Not yet, anyway.

You ever hear of the phoenix?

Yeah, magical bird,

when it dies,

it immolates itself, and from

the ashes another one arises.

Right, so when you see

that bird, it's the same bird,

only it isn't.

When did you get

so damn cryptic?

(laughs)

Oh, you want honesty.

I'm proud of you, Agent Mills.

I'm so proud of you.

I know you're ready

for the next adventure.

What?

What happens to Crane?

You know he's still

trying to get you back.

He'll never give up;

he always finds a way.

Yeah, well, you two have that

in common, don't you?

You've taken him

as far as you can, Abbie.

Oh, my God.

Thank you.

Uh...

would you excuse me

for a minute?

I'm gonna go buy my son a beer.

(chuckles)

(laughs)

(choir humming)

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Oh, happy day ♪

♪ Oh, happy day ♪

♪ Oh, happy day ♪

♪ Oh, happy day ♪

♪ Oh, happy day ♪

♪ Oh, happy day ♪

♪ When Jesus washed ♪

♪ When Jesus washed ♪

♪ When Jesus washed ♪

♪ Washed ♪

♪ When Jesus washed ♪

♪ When ♪

♪ Jesus washed ♪

♪ When Jesus washed ♪

♪ He washed our sins away. ♪

(singing stops, quiet murmuring)

Can I help you?

Blood!

War.

Famine.

Poverty.

A clawing sickness in our souls.

No wonder you seek succor.

I must ask you to leave.

(people murmuring)

(people gasping)

This world has become

a terrifying place.

You want to push

your fears aside,

but they are all around you.

Rejoice!

For I have come.

(chuckles)

And all I ask is for your love,

your adoration,

your respect.

I can take your fears away

or I can send them

slavering to your door.

(loud rumbling)

(people screaming)

Though I loved him dearly,

he loved me not.

I trusted him dearly.

He trusted me not.

Now he lies dead.

Dead, dead, dead.

CRANE:

Pandora!

Abbie-- bring her back.

And if I do not?

Samael,

Abbaddon,

Dark Rider of

the Apocalypse,

I call you forth.

(thunder rumbling)

(horse whinnying)

(whinnying continues)

Horseman!

I called you forth

with a purpose.

A common enemy.

I made very quick work

of you before,

and I will do it again.

You defeated him

absent his true power.

Wait, if you give him the head,

doesn't the apocalypse begin?

Moloch's apocalypse.

Moloch's dead.

Avatar of Death!

End her.

There!

JENNY: You think

he has a chance against her?

He is the embodiment of death.

No need to fight.

I could use

a strapping gentleman

like you by my side.

Oh, no.

He can't do it on his own.

Stay here.

Crane!

Do you feel that, Witness?

The pain...

the loss, the fear!

JENNY:

Crane!

Hey.

I lost her. I lost her.

Hey...

I lost Abbie.

Hey, listen to me!

She is with you.

She sacrificed herself

so that you could be here

and win the day.

Don't you dare

let that be for nothing.

There is always another way.

(grunting)

Horseman!

Enough!

It's over.

Enough death

for one night.

Leave.

Death wins in the end,

it seems...

even for a goddess.

You love her, don't you?

She is your hope...

your everything.

I took her from you.

Let her out.

Let her out now.

It's over.

(gasping)

She was never inside it.

She's dead.

Dead and gone.

The Box...

it's gonna explode again.

Quickly.

Okay.

Quickly!

(door slams)

(explosion)

(lock buzzes)

Crane.

Abbie.

Unlock the door.

Let's go home.

You're going back, Crane.

We don't have long.

It's time to say good-bye.

No.

No, Abbie.

Abbie, don't.

Abbie!

I saw the Box take you.

It did.

Used my soul.

But now the Box

is broken to bits.

You saw to that.

I'm free.

We...

are Eternal Souls, Crane.

What does that mean?

Well, I don't really

know myself,

but I couldn't go

into the light.

There was an

old friend there,

who came to tell me

that my job is done.

And this place...

where are we?

It's a waiting room

between life and death.

I am being called.

No, Abbie, we began

this journey together,

we will end it together.

My journey isn't over.

And for a Witness,

it never truly is.

But...

Abbie Mills has done

what she's supposed to do.

(door opens)

I don't understand.

Don't try.

It's more something...

you feel.

Your whole life...

has finally fallen

into place.

Mm-hmm.

Yes, it has.

I made peace

with it, Crane.

Whatever this next stage is,

I'm ready.

It's time for a new beginning.

What is there for me

in a world without you?

Think about it.

Washington knew

that you had a destiny.

You've had mentors

like Benjamin Franklin

and Thomas Jefferson,

and partners...

like Betsy Ross...

and me.

Our job was

to carry you forward.

My job is done.

No.

Not good-bye.

It's more like:

until we meet again.

In the meantime,

bash some monsters for me.

(chuckles)

And look out for my sister.

Abbie.

I shall miss you.

Do more than that.

Honor our bond.

And be brave.

Be strong.

I know you will be.

You're my guy, always.

My, my.

Be still, my

beating heart.

(laughs)

JENNY (echoing):

Crane!

Crane! Crane!

Crane.

Oh, my God. Hey.

Abbie?

(sighs)

(sighs)

(grunts)

She's gone.

She's really gone.

No.

The Box may have

taken her hope.

But she is--

and will forever be--

ours.

Are you certain you would not

like my company, Miss Jenny?

Thanks for asking,

but I think this is something

I have to do by myself.

Joe always said he wanted

to spend more time

up at his dad's cabin,

and I thought I'd...

spread his ashes in the lake.

It's fitting.

A serene resting place.

You are coming back?

Someone's got to keep you

out of trouble.

Tell my sister I said hello,

and that I miss her.

I always do.

Well, the final season

of American Idol has begun.

It's not a return to form.

Requires your

spirited commentary.

Oh, I've been accepted

as archivist

to the Historical Society,

and I'm moving forward

with my

citizenship application.

Slowly.

Your house is now up for sale.

I've begun the search

for a place of my own.

The rental market

is more murderous

than any supernatural beast

we've fought.

Not a peep on that front.

'Tis a respite

I fear will not last.

This is Sleepy Hollow,

after all.

You are missed.

Never forgotten.

EZRA:

Mr. Crane.

I didn't get a chance

to say the words you spoke

at Abbie's service

were quite lovely...

We don't have much time, Crane.

Abigail's death

has set wheels in motion,

and you need all the information

I can give you.

There must always be

two Witnesses.

When one dies,

their soul does not move on.

It's eternal.

Wait, wait.

Abbie told me this.

It wasn't a dream.

Mr. Mills, if there's

a chance she lives...

No, no, it doesn't

work like that.

Not as I understand it.

The essence of

a Witness's soul finds someone

from their

extended bloodline

and sparks a new Witness.

So Abbie's Eternal Soul

lives on...

in someone else.

Find her before they do.

They'll come

for you, Crane.

And they'll be looking

for her, too.

Who?

This is from

President Washington.

This is dated 1789.

"This Letter of Mark

and Reprisal empowers me..."

"...as First President

of these United States,

"to appoint

Captain Ichabod Crane

Commanding Officer."

This being the Crane I met

in the Catacombs,

not the Crane

who is said to have died

on the battlefield in 1781.

Hundreds of years from now,

the man we know and love

will be the last

of the Founding Fathers,

carrying on

what we have built.

"Captain Crane is to lead

this organization.

"His sworn duty, to stand guard

against all threats

deemed otherworldly."

George Washington founded

a secret organization

to battle the supernatural.

His intentions were noble.

They're not all

bad men,

though many have lost their way.

(tires screeching)

Forgive them...

for they know

not what they do.

♪ ♪

♪ Please allow me

to introduce myself... ♪

Ichabod Crane.

Who is asking?

Jack Walters.

I'm a federal agent.

I'd like you

to come with me.

Some people in D.C. need

to have words with you.

Do I have a choice

in the matter?

Officially, yes, but...

I suggest you not

make things difficult.

Very well.

♪ Stole many a man,

stole his faith ♪

♪ I was around

when Jesus Christ ♪

♪ Had his moment

of doubt and pain... ♪

Wherever you are...

whoever you are...

I'll find you.

♪ Pleased to meet you ♪

♪ Hope you guess my name ♪

♪ Yeah, what's puzzling you ♪

♪ Is the nature of my game. ♪

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