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BRANSON:

Let's go through this again.

It started in Sleepy Hollow.

CRANE:

No.

I was mortally wounded

in battle in 1781,

and put under a mystical slumber

until I awoke three years ago

in... Sleepy Hollow.

BRANSON:

Where you met Abbie Mills.

Yes.

She became my partner.

We joined together

to fight evil.

To fight evil?

Yes.

Demons, Horsemen

of the Apocalypse,

the ongoing success

of shows about real housewives.

You know, evil.

BRANSON: What is this?

Mm.

Something akin to what you try

to pass off as lunch?

That was but one battle

against one enemy.

There were many.

And now it's just

you... alone.

Which means that no one

is ever going to miss you.

Now, look here.

Why should I continue

with these questions?

You've not told me

what I'm doing here.

It's been two weeks, and...

you have not proffered a whit of

clarity regarding my situation.

Where is Director Walters?

Ah, very well. You leave.

But you should alert

your cordwainer,

he's not up to snuff.

Your brogues are loosening.

Your shoes are untied.

Oldest trick in the book.

And that's coming from me.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Who are these people?

(grunts)

(panting)

(wind whistling softly)

(jet engine roaring)

♪ ♪

♪ Very superstitious... ♪

DIANA:

He just wasn't my type.

ERIC: Shocker.

He was nice.

I mean, he was... he was cute,

but it-it just, it...

Not gonna work. Ugh.

Wasn't gonna work.

Hey, you did not tell me

that he was a vegan,

one of the judgy ones.

And he hummed Katy Perry,

non-ironically.

So he's healthy.

And Katy's awesome.

No. No, no, no.

No good music was written

after 1984.

Purple Rain,

that's it.

Even my daughter knows that.

You brainwashed her.

It's the same reason she thinks

Jordan is better than LeBron.

When it comes time, she's gonna

know not to date anyone

who doesn't eat steak.

That your priority,

red meat and oldies?

Girl's got to have standards.

Look, I...

I know you have

your hands full at home.

But you need to stop

finding things wrong

with every guy you meet.

At some point, you've got

to let someone new in your life.

Well, I don't like new people.

I don't like change.

You like being alone?

Things are just

a little upside-down

with Molly right now. Okay?

(phone ringing)

Special Agent Thomas.

What happened?

Seriously?

Okay. We're on the way.

You are never

gonna believe this.

(car alarm chirps)

♪ ♪

Any terror groups

claim responsibility?

None so far.

Could be just vandalism.

Tweakers gone wild,

that sort of thing.

Holy crap.

Yeah. Don't think

tweakers did this.

I'm gonna check out

the substructure.

Uh-huh.

What the...?

(crackling)

Hey, Eric, something's

going on up here.

(radio beeps)

DIANA: Eric?

Diana, is that you?

Sir, this area

is off limits.

Sir?

(footsteps running)

Oh, no, no, no.

Sir, I'll need you

to come with me.

(hisses)

(grunting)

Eric!

(growls)

(roars)

Are you armed?!

Shoot it!

Have you been injured?

You seem sound.

Who are you?

♪ ♪

Who the hell are you?

My name is Ichabod Crane.

And I assure you,

that is unnecessary.

I'm a historical advisor.

I've worked for the Sleepy

Hollow Sheriff's Department

and the Federal Bureau

of Investigation.

As you saw by my action, I am

an ally to law enforcement.

What are you doing here?

And who was that?

I appreciate you have

many questions,

but I must act quickly

to track this demon.

The longer I

tarry, the...

What did you just say?

The longer I tarry, the more...

Did you just say "demon"?

If you do not want

the killer to escape,

you must allow me to pursue it.

Otherwise, more souls

will end up like

your compatriot.

(rumbling)

(panting)

(sirens wailing in distance)

Sir, I know it sounds unusual...

A monster killed Cortez,

and a British guy saved you?

Where is he now?

He got away because

of the glow.

Right, the glow.

I didn't make it up.

Look, if you're looking

for psych evalu...

I didn't make it up.

Sir, you know I'm not one

for crazy stories.

Okay?

I saw someone who wasn't human

do something impossible.

And you saw

Eric's face.

Look, I believe you think

you saw something.

Okay, you just saw your partner

get killed in front of you.

That would mess

with anyone's head.

But I file

what you told me here,

that kind of thing

ruins careers.

Just go home. Get some rest.

We'll take it from here.

Come on.

♪ ♪

(jet engine whirring)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(footsteps approaching)

You owe me answers.

That's a rather

demanding attitude

from someone whose

life I saved.

Then ran like someone

with something to hide.

Well, the demon's trail

grew cold.

So I returned to observe

this facility.

Last I was here,

men held me against my will.

They must have

abandoned the premises

once I escaped.

I think we can agree

neither of us is a threat.

How did you get here?

These stopway tunnels were

abandoned five years ago.

Environmental problems.

They're covered

in a specific kind of gravel--

pumice and crushed

oyster shells.

You left some behind when

you fled the Lincoln Memorial.

Your investigative skills

are prodigious.

They make you take a class or 20

when you join Homeland.

In that case, you can assist

in tracking the demon.

Stop saying that.

Say what, "demon"?

Well, that's

precisely what it was,

a demon, hellion,

foul specter.

That's impossible. You're crazy.

Okay?

I'd guess a possessive

spirit, a dybbuk, perhaps.

Stop! Demons don't exist.

The human capacity

for self-denial

never ceases to amaze.

You saw it with

your own eyes.

Your partner is dead

because of it.

Can you deny that?

No.

(softly):

Ah.

And his name was Eric.

I am so sorry.

Truly, actually.

I, too, lost someone.

My partner.

And it is in their memory

that I seek a person,

one who is to inherit

her vital legacy.

I believe

these blaggards

also seek this person.

Mm, that cannot happen.

And the people

that you're looking for,

you think they're responsible

for the...

thing that killed Eric?

I'd hazard the demon

we encountered was released

when the Lincoln statue's

hex was broken,

which means someone did this,

someone with a plan.

Someone who will continue

to perpetrate evil

until they are stopped.

Now, I know this

is overwhelming.

But consider this.

I am the only one

who can find the people

who killed your partner.

(man speaking Latin)

(man continues speaking Latin)

(ringtone playing)

This better be good.

All right, slow down.

Slow down.

Wait, wait, shh, listen.

What in the world do you mean

he won't sell?

I am offering him

11.7 times

(elevator bell dings)

what his company is worth.

What more could he want?

(elevator bell dings)

Listen, listen.

Please tell Mizuyama-san

that I greatly respect

what he's built,

but it is high time he let go.

And if he won't do that,

then please tell him

that I cannot wait

to find a way to make him

let go.

(phone beeps)

The market never sleeps.

So close to finishing

the ceremony.

Now I have to wait

another astral phase.

Where are we on the, um...

the thing with the other thing?

The entity has a confirmed kill,

and it's on the loose.

More will come.

And our English friend?

(British accent):

Is our English friend

causing any problems, hmm?

We're keeping an eye on him.

I'm sorry, Mr. Dreyfuss,

but Tokyo's on the line.

Mr. Mizuyama's people

are calling again.

Did you hurt yourself?

Oh.

Look at that.

Hmm.

It's okay.

It's only a paper cut.

Of course, Mr. Dreyfuss.

More deaths mean

more questions.

That's okay, Jobe.

Everyone knows what

a dangerous place

D.C. can be.

(march playing over speaker)

Sorry, pal, I'm closed.

Come back tomorrow morning.

You hear me?

(demon shrieks, man screams)

(sirens wailing,

indistinct police radio chatter)

JENNY (recorded):

I may not get this,

and I may not call you back.

If that's not a deal-breaker,

leave me a message.

Miss Jenny,

'tis most heartening

to hear your voice,

even if merely

an auditory reproduction.

I trust your journeys to

parts unknown have borne fruit.

Perhaps you have found

more answers than I

as to the whereabouts

of the next Witness.

I, too, have left the confines

of Sleepy Hollow,

and... yet again,

my eyes are opened

to a plain fact.

I'm out of my element.

But I remain hopeful.

I have found new allies.

And though it is early...

I have a good feeling.

Although they may need to work

on their trust issues.

The condition of the victim's

body was the same as Eric's,

and he had a puncture wound

at the base of his skull.

Mm-hmm. And this?

Is the basis of our partnership

to be suspicion and doubt?

This is not a partnership,

this is a temporary alliance.

And you have

a history of running.

One instant, not a history.

Hmm.

Out of two meetings, it is.

That's a 50% fleeing ratio.

(handcuffs clicking)

"Fleeing ratio"?

Mm-hmm.

I'm concerned about

your fleeing grammar.

Works for me.

Probably very used to

having your way, aren't you?

All your talk of demons

and magic statues

made me think of

a resource we might tap.

Sounds crazy, but apparently I

live in the world of crazy now.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

What's this?

It's an archive

where federal agencies

send their reports

of unexplained phenomena.

We call it "the Vault."

This is dated 1789.

WASHINGTON: "Captain Crane is

to lead this organization.

"His sworn duty to stand guard

against all threats

deemed otherworldly."

This is Washington's agency.

Uh, George Washington

founded a group

to battle the supernatural.

(quietly):

It did survive.

We must go there.

Here, that.

Because, if I'm correct,

this Vault could provide

the answer to all our needs.

The palace of knowledge.

Conclave for the brightest

and the best.

Seems about right.

Uh... uh, can I help you?

Special Agent

Diana Thomas.

And this is...

What has become

of Washington's dream?

You, there.

Is this Agency 355,

the last watchtower

against threats otherworldly

and supernatural malevolence?

I... want to say...

yes.

Wait a second.

Oh, it's you.

I mean, you're-you're you.

You're Captain Brownbeard.

I beg your pardon?

Sorry, that's just

what I call you.

Sleepy Hollow, right? Big fan.

Oh, my God, where

did I put it?

Here it is.

See, I follow a lot

of dark net sites

that monitor so-called

supernatural activity

across the country.

And, see, Sleepy Hollow

comes up a lot.

And you peruse

this data because...

Oh, that's our job.

Yeah. Catalog everything from

the fringes for our files.

Your files?

Let's go.

This is a dead end.

I'm sorry.

Do you mind?

(sighs)

(camera clicks, Crane mutters)

Now, look here, Mr....

Jake.

Yeah, not "Mr. Jake," just Jake.

(explosion in distance)

Damn, not again.

Alex!

You said you weren't gonna

set things off anymore.

ALEX: I said I wouldn't

set things off

while you were in the room.

You weren't in the room.

Is that the microwave?

Yeah, I wanted to see how

that new Mayan artifact

would react to

non-ionizing radiation.

Turns out, not well.

Who's the gawker?

What is this?

These are our files.

Most folks just think

we're this weird library.

Yo, there's

cool stuff here.

You know, if you... buy

into that sort of thing.

You know, which...

of course, I don't.

I do.

I do, too.

And it's just the two of you?

Yeah, I do news

and information.

Alex does artifacts

and machines.

Here.

Washington's seal.

Yeah, those are

our official logs.

CRANE:

Oh.

These have been typeset

with an English common press.

Something odd

about the mortise.

Of course.

There is a text hidden

beneath this text.

Written in

Benjamin Franklin's code.

I learned to decipher

such hidden messages

when I apprenticed

as Franklin's typesetter.

Of course, I mean when I learned

what it was

to be Franklin's typesetter.

Who are these guys?

There is 200 years

of information in here.

Make no mistake, this...

is the secret history

of America.

Those who ignore history

are doomed to...

die by its bloody,

hideous claws.

I don't think that's

how the saying goes.

Here, here.

(snaps fingers)

The killer we seek 'tis a

creature summoned in 1865

by a Confederate

occultist named Booth.

He raised the beast

to kill our country's leader

during a period of

deep national turmoil.

I'm sorry.

1865? Booth?

You don't mean

John Wilkes Booth?

The very same.

Which means...

Don't say it.

President Abraham Lincoln

was killed by a demon.

You said it.

Whoa.

Seriously,

who are these guys?

DIANA: The thing

that killed Eric

also killed Abraham Lincoln?

So it would seem. Here.

"In the waning days

of the Civil War,

"the Confederacy allied

with the powers of darkness.

"John Wilkes Booth,

"the South's

strongest occultist,

"made several attempts

on Lincoln's life.

"In a last-ditch attempt,

"Booth enacted

a desperate ritual.

(hissing, rumbling)

"He summoned a demon

directly into his own body.

(growling)

"Lincoln was protected by

his own supernatural experts...

"...led by his wife,

"Mary Todd Lincoln.

"Booth knew the only way to get

to Lincoln was to adopt a form

"that would allow him

to defeat Mary's safeguards.

(whispers)

(actors speaking indistinctly)

(laughter)

(growling)

(hissing)

(grunts)

(explosive pop)

(hissing)

(audience gasping, screaming)

(gasps, sobs)

"Mary tracked the demon

to a farmhouse,

"where she managed to seal it

in an underground chamber.

"Years later, members

of this very agency

"reinforced her

mystic barriers by

constructing a protective

totem on the selfsame spot."

The Lincoln Memorial.

Wait, you're saying

someone decapitated

the Lincoln Memorial

to release this demon?

That statue is made of

white Georgian marble.

You need Primacord

to blast the head off,

but there were no signs

of explosives.

The head must have been removed

by supernatural means.

A focused hex on

the weakest point,

the neck.

Sure know a lot

about decapitation.

I've had some experience

in the matter.

Can you believe this?

It's real.

Like, everything in here,

it's realer than real.

Like, all of this,

it matters.

I'm not really sure

what I believe yet.

I must examine

the demon's cell.

It's not gonna work; the whole

memorial's a crime scene.

CRANE: We glimpsed a

containment chamber,

subterranean.

There must be a

way to access it.

(whispers):

We got to show them.

ALEX: No, no.

What?

What?

(clicking)

(door creaks)

These passageways were

supposedly built right after

the Revolutionary War.

Now we just use them

to get in and out

when we don't want

security to know.

Why wouldn't you want

security to know?

Sometimes I bring things in

that are a teensy bit dangerous.

Splendid.

This'll do.

Ah, ah, ah.

Stay here.

I cannot believe

this is what I'm doing.

Crawling through tunnels

with Mr. Downton Abbey.

No offense.

None taken.

I rather like

Downton Abbey.

Believe it or not,

I know how you feel.

Being thrust into a world

you never knew existed

can be... unnerving.

I was recently reminded

I don't do well with change.

Well, I find it helps...

to know you're not

going through it alone.

Your partner?

Yes.

She helped me find my feet,

even as she was finding hers.

She was the best.

I met Eric in the Corps.

We went through a lot as well.

You were in the military?

Marines. Two tours.

Afterward,

Eric wrote my recommendations

when I applied for Homeland.

Sounds like a good man.

The best.

Why did you leave the military?

I had a baby.

Molly.

She's ten now.

Hmm.

A fine age.

Yeah.

Smart as a whip.

Troublemaker, too.

Though these days, the trouble's

not really her fault.

Is she in danger?

No, nothing like that.

She just, uh...

she stopped talking.

She fainted a few weeks ago

at school.

She was fine afterward.

Doctor said there's

nothing wrong with her.

Transient aphasia, they say.

It'll pass, they say.

So I will see your new world

and raise you a child

you cannot help.

'Cause there is nothing

scarier than that.

Perhaps we should...

Here.

Look.

This is psychotic behavior.

Wait, wait, wait.

The man who was killed--

he had a prominent Stars

and Stripes display, had he not?

Yes.

You don't think

the American flag is a trigger?

To the demon, 'tis more

than merely a flag.

It was summoned

to destroy the Union cause,

and it has had 150 years

to do nothing but fixate

on its mission.

What we know as

the American flag

represents the focal point

of its hatred.

Oh, this is not good.

Agent Thomas, what is it?

"Freedom Concert, Saturday.

"Show your patriotism

by wearing...

the Stars and Stripes."

Thousands of people are gonna

be out in public tomorrow

wearing red,

white and blue.

They're gonna be giant

targets for this thing.

It's going to be

a massacre.

Nothing around the cell

suggested a way

to defeat the beast--

no protective amulets,

no mystical wards.

Simply a metal box.

Yeah, well, can't we get them

to cancel the concert?

Can I be there

when you tell

people that

a demonic John Wilkes Booth

is seeing gang colors

in red, white and blue?

And it would be

a temporary measure, at best.

Perhaps there's more

to be gleaned from these texts.

The walls of the cell

were oxidized green,

which means it was made of...

Copper.

Which is a poor material

to build a prison;

it's too weak, too pliable.

There must have been

another reason they used it.

Oh!

Uh, because copper is

the demon's kryptonite.

Or... because copper is

the demon's weakness.

Agent Thom-- oh.

It's the same meaning.

Yeah, for Superman.

Agent Thomas,

very well done.

We need to build some weapons

out of this material.

Perhaps a pike

or some crossbow bolts.

I think I can come up with

something better.

I don't know if I buy

into all this demon talk.

But if you're saying

I get to do some cool builds

and try out some of the, uh,

weird artifacts in here,

well, I'm down with that.

Now,

someone get me

a whole mess of pennies.

(band playing march)

Crowd's being funneled

in this direction,

through the

security checks.

Look at this dude.

What you got there?

Frock coat

with standing collar,

leather shank buttons,

Revere boots?

A little out of style,

don't you think?

I beg your pardon?

That look is so 2000s.

We rocked it for a while,

but everything's about

Hamilton these days. (laughs)

Hamilton...

There were other people involved

in the American Revolution,

you know!

(laughing)

Uh, not a fan

of musicals.

Really?

(hissing)

Agent?

(hissing)

There!

Time to unfurl

the matador's cape.

Ready?

♪ Mine eyes

have seen the glory ♪

♪ Of the coming of the Lord... ♪

Crane's on his way to you.

♪ ...the vintage where ♪

♪ The grapes of wrath

are stored... ♪

And he's singing.

♪ ...his lighting ♪

♪ Of His terrible

swift sword... ♪

You guys ready?

All right,

we're getting set up now.

All right, they're coming.

All right.

We're almost there.

Just got to lock down

this mount.

Will you pass

me the ammo?

These are literally

magic bullets.

Yeah. If you believe that book

you copied those symbols from.

Mystical Metallurgy?

Yeah, I've looked

at that text a dozen times,

but now it's

a whole new resource.

You got to admit that this

is weird, even for you.

Look, all I know is,

my whole life,

I believed there was something

bigger out there, okay?

Something beyond

what everyone knew.

And now I find out

it's all true.

Do you know what

I believe in?

Things that

you can touch.

Things that you

can take apart

and then put back

together again.

Mm.

It's a big world, Alex, and

it just got a little bit bigger.

Remind me to punch

you even harder

than I usually do,

please.

We need to get inside.

(growling)

Allow me.

(water dripping)

CRANE:

Where has he gone?

(hissing)

(grunts)

(hissing)

JENNY:

Hey!

You are the best-dressed demon

I've ever seen.

(hissing)

(shrieking)

ALEX: Are you okay?

JAKE: Yeah.

(Jake groaning)

ALEX:

You all right?

What happened?

Ah. Um...

Allow me to introduce

Miss Jenny Mills,

soldier, scholar,

gentlewoman and...

all-around badass?

Actually, I prefer

"Miss Badass."

They seem like a good group.

Indeed.

They're most intrepid

in the face of the unknown.

Hmm.

I'm sorry I couldn't

come earlier.

Cell service in the

Himalayas is spotty.

Tell me, were your

travels productive?

Yeah. I had some

really good yak cheese.

And I learned a lot

about Tibetan concepts

of soul migration.

But as far as tracking

the next Witness...

(sighs) She's really

gone, isn't she?

Yes, I'm afraid she is.

If a new Witness

is out there,

you two will find each

other sooner or later.

In fact, there's a chance

that you already have

and don't know it.

Have you run into anyone

that's shown potential?

Possibly.

Far too soon to tell.

Everything here is just so...

new.

Crane, you need

to know something.

You're not alone.

You never will be.

Take a look

at where we are.

That building is here

because of you.

This whole country

is here because of you.

You belong more

than anyone I know.

In the old world, it was

common to personify countries

with ancient goddesses.

So you had Britannia,

Caledonia, Germania.

But in America,

no such figures existed.

So...

colonists invented

the personification

of liberty,

and they named her

Columbia.

That is who this city

is named after.

Washington,

District of Columbia.

Welcome home, Crane.

REPORTER (over TV):

And shocking news out of Tokyo.

Hiroshi Mizuyama, chairman

of Mizuyama Technologies,

was killed while

on a corporate retreat.

According to a spokesman,

some kind of wild animal attack

is suspected,

though details are sketchy.

Mizuyama had been the lone

holdout of the company's

senior management

regarding a possible sale

to Dreyfuss Enterprises,

which is now expected

to go through.

Hey!

Mr. Dreyfuss.

Hi. How was Tokyo, huh?

You go to that sushi place

I told you about?

Didn't have time.

What a shame. Well, next time.

And, by the way...

sensational work, my friend.

(computer chimes)

Crane disposed of the Entity.

Fine. The demon was never

the point anyway.

It was just an entertaining

side-effect of breaking that

protective... spell.

We're still keeping tabs

on Crane.

Good. Good, good, good.

We're gonna need him back soon.

Shouldn't we just grab him now?

Now? Oh.

It's not quite time.

And time is the most

important resource of all,

because time is

the one thing you can't buy.

Anything else can be had

if you're willing

to put in the work.

Anything.

(singsongy): I finished the

ceremony while you were away.

The prize is ready

to be extracted.

(rumbling)

Was it worth

all the trouble?

All the spilt blood?

There really is

no amount of blood

that I won't spill...

to get the rest of these.

DIANA: So you're gonna

stay here in D.C.?

I still need

to find the men

who abducted me

and brought me here.

And on a personal note...

...I feel it is time

for a fresh start.

You seem like a person

who has trouble

leaving the past

behind them.

Could be the historical

consultant thing.

Well, the past is important.

Gives us context.

I am my history.

But this fellow back here,

Thomas Jefferson,

once said something

that I think of often.

He said, "I like

"the dreams of the future

better than the histories

of the past."

Until you find these

people who kidnapped you,

more demons are

coming, aren't they?

I just, I get a sense

that's part of the deal.

It does not

have to be your deal.

You have a child.

This is not your fight.

Like you said, ours is

a temporary partnership.

I have to find the people

who are behind Eric's death.

I owe him that.

Agent Thomas...

once you start down this path...

...there really is

no turning back.

It helps if you don't

have to do it alone.

Besides...

I overheard

Alex and Jake.

She's building

a guillotine.

She's gonna use

him to test it.

Better keep an eye

on those two.

Yes. I think

that would be wise.

DIANA:

Molly, I'm home.

(pop music playing quietly)

Hey, Moo.

How are you?

Clara told me

soccer practice went well.

So you'll probably be

starting this weekend.

I met some new people

today at work.

Complete weirdoes,

which means

you'll probably like them.

(sighs):

All right.

Dinner's almost ready, okay?

(door closes)

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