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(door creaking)

What fell acts have transpired

in this dread den of horrors?

The last tenant disappeared

under mysterious circum...

(clears throat):

...stances.

(clears throat)

The bastard owed me

two months rent, too.

Musician.

You're not one

of those, right?

Not by trade, no.

I was assured

a walk-in closet.

Well, you could walk

in there if you wanted to.

Didn't the ad also specify

the place has great light?

Sunlight gives you cancer.

And what of these

so-called "stunning views"?

Uh, there's a neighbor that

showers with her shades up.

(clicks tongue)

It's a little rundown,

sure, all right,

but this is an "edge"

neighborhood, okay?

In two years, this

whole block will be

just cupcake joints

and record stores.

And that's right up your O.G.

hipster-vibe alley, Mr. Crane.

My...

How have I not

seen that before?

The facial hair

and the boots and

a proclivity towards

obscure doughnut toppings.

Yes.

If valuing

progressive politics,

counter-cultural

initiatives

and maple-glazed bacon

marks me as a hirsute hepcat,

then so be it, but this is

still not the property for me.

Well, it's one-fourth the rent

of the other seven

places you saw.

I'll take it.

Okay.

(indistinct music bleeds

through apartment doors)

Hey, man, now that

we're neighbors,

we can bro down, hang out,

Chill-doh Baggins.

Yes, indeed.

I look forward to that.

Mm-hmm.

I greatly appreciate

your assistance

in finding a suitable

abode, Master Wells.

Oh, it's my pleasure.

All right, I'll catch you later.

Um, Jenny Mills?

Jake Wells.

Our names are... similar.

(awkward chuckle)

Oh...

And onwards.

Hey, you got

the apartment,

you got the Vault.

We know who

the next Witness is.

When are you gonna tell

Diana about Molly?

Agent Thomas has endured

considerable hardship

with her daughter...

The road is not gonna

get any smoother.

I have a feeling you're

going to tell me

to pull off the Band-Aid.

Sooner rather than later.

You have a pretty neck, Mom.

Coming from a young

Modigliani,

I take that as

a high compliment.

That's a...

that's a really nice one.

Can I see what

you've been up to?

Oh, wow.

You can have this one

if you want.

I just work with him, Molly.

Wait.

You mostly

just draw people, not places.

Where'd you see this, baby?

You're gonna be late, Mom.

Okay, you're right.

Let's go.

I'll drive you to Nanny Clara's.

Can't I just stay home?

I'm 11 years old.

Not yet.

Almost.

Go.

You might be ready, I'm not.

MAN:

The algorithm is adaptive.

Hmm.

So it generates

predictive

flashpoints

based on query input.

Not unlike a crystal ball.

Actually, that's what

we're calling the app.

And we've had lots

of bites on the west coast,

but no lead investor yet.

Yeah, it's a risk-averse world

out there, isn't it?

But you know what?

I can get you funded

with just one phone call.

But I won't.

Mr. Dreyfuss, if it's--

No, no, no.

It's not your software,

it's not the financials.

It's your... vision.

See, this company

of yours

has a ten-year plan.

But where's your

50-year plan?

Your hundred,

your thousand-year plan?

I'm not looking to cash in

on the next round of junk bonds

or penny stocks.

I am investing in no less

than the future

of the human race.

You wanted to be informed

when he arrived,

Mr. Dreyfuss.

Do people still use

drawing boards these days?

So he's here, huh?

Any idea yet why he's

come down to D.C.?

We won't have to

wait long to find out.

As soon as the sun sets,

he'll be on the move.

That's right.

And when he arrives,

death and mayhem are

sure to follow.

Friday night

lights, people.

Get your popcorn

and your beer cozy,

your cherry cola floats.

The fun is about to begin.

(sirens chirp and trill)

MAN:

ETA 25 minutes, Madam President.

(horse snorts, neighs)

(rifle pump-cocks)

Code 9.

Get down, Madam President!

(horse neighing)

(grunts)

(horse neighing)

ESCORT DRIVER:

I shot him point blank,

and his head... fell off.

I know this sounds insane,

but this horseman,

he was headless, right?

And he kept coming.

The whole city's

on lockdown.

DHS, Secret Service,

local PD all on red alert

looking for the bad guys

who took a potshot at POTUS.

And all we have to go on

is a dead escort driver,

and another one

who everyone thinks

is concussed and talking crazy.

But you think differently?

I'm the only one who sees

another possibility.

And you're the closet

thing I have

to an expert on this

brand of craziness.

I've seen a demon

and witches...

but there's more

out there, isn't there?

More monsters?

This guy's telling

the truth, isn't he?

Did the assailant carry an axe?

The escort driver said

he was carrying

a glowing, red-hot axe.

You know what this thing is?

An abomination.

He goes by many different names

in many different incarnations,

but is unerring

in his determination.

If the Horseman has

set his sights

on the president

of the United States,

nothing will deter him

from his goal.

In other news,

it's only Monday.

♪ ♪

CRANE:

Soulless blackguard.

Merciless killer.

Death incarnate.

Dark Rider of the Apocalypse.

This is the creature we face.

The Horseman cannot

be reasoned with.

He is a single-minded

engine of destruction,

and woe to all those

who cross his path.

Something tells me

you're about to say

we're gonna

cross it anyway.

I figured the bastard

would show lack of a face

sooner or later.

Okay, I have

practical questions.

No head, right?

So how does he breathe?

How does he communicate?

Is there, like,

a utility neck hole?

I need to know

what I'm working with.

More importantly, this thing is

after the president

of the United States. Why?

The Horseman's sole

purpose in the past

has been to

retrieve his head.

Uh, the Norse myth of Mimir.

He was a god who got

his head cut off

in a god war, right?

And the king of the gods

had it embalmed with herbs

and preserved the head

so that...

Pickled god heads, dude?

Tell me this is

going somewhere.

The heads of royalty

have been considered

powerful totems

by many cultures.

The pygmies have

the whole shrunken-head thing.

Yeah, see, the more important

the person,

the more juju in the head.

Many cultures believe

heads of state

possess magical qualities.

The Horseman seeks

the president's head.

But how do we stop him?

The escort driver's

testimony said

when the Horseman went

for the president, he...

He reached a barrier

he could not pass.

Perhaps a more thorough

investigation of the street

where the Horseman attacked

the president is in order.

Uh, ho-hold on, hold on.

We're talking about an

active investigation

of a presidential

assassination attempt.

I might be able to

get you on the scene, Crane,

but not a small army.

Um, can you

boost a signal in an RT-196

through three feet of concrete?

Future me already has.

Well, then, I know

how we can be there

and not be there

at the same time.

No group has stepped up

to take credit for the attack

on our commander in chief.

Could this be the work

of a lone gunman?

One escort driver went down,

and the other

fought back over there.

Horseman went after

the motorcade,

then something stopped him.

(radio beeps)

30 paces west.

JENNY (over radio):

Copy that.

JAKE:

Well, still think mapping

these tunnels was a waste

of time, hmm?

Not how I'd spend my weekend.

JENNY:

Hey, hold up.

Know anything about

glyphs and wards?

Um, only that wards

can be glyphs,

but glyphs aren't

necessarily wards.

And the one

you're standing on?

Whoa.

It's Mayan.

Hoy is used

to bless or sanctify.

There's another over here.

These were carved centuries ago.

Druidic.

Duir, the oak.

A rune used to unlock the way.

You...

uh, know your runes.

You keep

eyeballing me like that,

you'll lose an eye.

(grunts)

You are so not her type.

They say opposites attract.

Yeah, I don't

know who "they" are,

but, uh, according to Sun Tzu,

you should never fight

an uphill battle.

He had seven wives.

And this is where

the Horseman turned tail?

Yeah.

You said 30 paces west

from your last location?

CRANE:

Precisely.

(clanging)

Okay, we're right below you,

and we've got something

strange on our end.

There's something bolted

to the underside

of the manhole cover,

and it's sitting

dead center in a ring

of protective magical glyphs.

That are carved

into the tunnel walls.

Yeah, from different

ancient cultures.

This is a magical ward.

Powerful enough

to repel the Horseman.

Your area of expertise.

All I know is

we have six hours

until the sun sets.

Can you remove the disc

and return to the vault?

I can examine it there.

Cake.

(drill whirs)

It's an electro sonic resonance

redactor of my own design.

It's the same principle

as an ultrasound.

Is it hollow?

Uh, filled with liquid.

Oh, yeah, mercury.

Yeah.

Highly prized

by ancient peoples.

Chinese emperors drank it.

It's not a good idea, by the by.

I don't think it was mercury

alone that did the trick. Look.

JENNY:

Another ward.

This one is...

Egyptian.

Oh.

Sa,

used on the tombs of pharaohs.

Wait.

This symbol

and those you discovered

beneath the street.

I've seen

this combination before

in the work of

a highly skilled engineer,

surveyor,

and city planner.

His name was Benjamin Banneker.

No way.

No, I've read

everything there is

to read on Banneker.

Okay?

He was the man.

A true champion of

the Civil Rights Movement

200 years before there

even was a movement.

Banneker was a revolutionary

on many fronts.

I'd once

read an account

by a colonial officer,

unnamed,

which described a visit to

Banneker's Maryland workshop

in 1777.

My name is

Captain Ichabod Crane.

I'm here on the orders of

General George Washington

to deliver a message

to Benjamin Banneker.

I'm Ben Banneker.

And right now you're

trespassing on my property.

Right, well, I...

According to Maryland law,

it is within my rights

to shoot you dead.

(stammers)

I come in peace, sir.

So...

if you could cut me down.

Now get off my land.

I am to deliver a missive, sir.

Keep it.

Tear it up,

use it to stoke your campfire.

It is an invitation, sir,

from your commander in chief

to join the fight

against the British.

I'm not interested.

Mr. Banneker.

You... clearly have skills.

These skills could

greatly benefit the war effort.

And what are your skills,

Mr. Crane?

If they told you it was

your ability to persuade,

they were blowing smoke.

I, sir,

could not,

in good conscience,

stand idly by while a nation

was oppressed by tyranny.

Yet you gloss over the fact

that those who seek to overthrow

aren't any better than the

masters they seek to expunge.

In a vote between

the lesser of two evils,

I choose not to vote at all.

JAKE:

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hold it. How could you know

any of this, hmm?

I read it in Banneker's papers.

Mm.

Well, Benjamin Banneker

is a hero of mine, okay?

I know everything you can

know about the man,

and anyone that knows anything

doesn't know much because

all of Banneker's papers

burned up in a fire

in 1826.

This one was in the

Sleepy Hollow Historical...

No, it wasn't, dude.

Just admit it.

It's okay.

You're a time traveler.

DIANA:

Okay, come on.

He might dress a little

funky, but that's impossible.

Oh, like Headless Horsemen?

Huh? Demon John Wilkes Booth?

Jake's right.

I lifted a hair follicle

off your jacket

and sent it to the lab for

carbon-14 dating.

The lack of

fluoride, pollutants,

radiation,

iodine, all suggest

you're from a time

long before ours.

He is technically 265 years old.

Oh, my God!

(chuckles)

How come you guys

didn't mention this?

ALEX:

One point of proof

does not a QED make.

Besides, really none

of our business when he's from.

Okay, okay, okay.

So, demons, witches...

monsters exist,

and you're a time traveler?

Uh...

a man out of time.

(quietly):

Oh, my God.

Very well.

I was born in 1751.

(scoffs)

I was an officer in

General George Washington's

Colonial Army.

DIANA:

Wait.

This thing that went

after the president,

the red coat, that's not

a fashion statement, is it?

The Horseman and I

have been sworn enemies

since our first meeting

on the battlefield in 1781.

Events transpired that

saw him and me

slumber for...

mm, a little over 200 years.

Until a malevolent

demon raised him

as one of the Four Horsemen

of the Apocalypse.

'Twas our great misfortune

to face him many times.

"Our?"

You and who?

My partner,

and Miss Jenny's sister,

Lieutenant Grace Abigail Mills.

'Twas our duty as

the two Witnesses to...

JAKE:

You were witnesses?

You just said the Four Horsemen.

So, like,

the two Biblical Witnesses?

The very same.

And we did it.

Together,

we stopped

the Horseman's master

from unleashing

the armies of hell.

You had me at

"A man out of time."

(laughs)

DIANA:

Crane?

You and me, outside, now.

♪ ♪

You saved my life,

so I cut you some slack.

Ever since then,

you're the only person who has

any information

on these bizarre

supernatural occurrences

popping up in my cases.

Agent Thomas...

Now I find out that you

are the supernatural?

Do you think it's okay

to keep that from us?

Your anger is warranted.

Yeah.

But...

there was much to which

I was asking you to adjust.

I'm DHS and a Marine.

I think I can handle

whatever you throw at me.

Very well.

Point taken.

But in a matter of

hours the sun will set

and the Horseman will ride.

Finish your story.

Tell us what we need to know.

But do us the courtesy

of being straight with us.

JENNY:

We good?

No.

Yes.

DIANA:

But we're burning daylight.

You knew Banneker?

JAKE:

No.

He knew Banneker.

Knew him personally.

Well...

enough to know he

would've greatly appreciated

your admiration, Master Wells.

DIANA:

This metal disc,

how is it connected to him?

Washington ordered me

to deliver a missive.

When Banneker refused it, I

followed him into his workshop.

What I beheld inside

was a chamber of wonders.

These plans are...

magnificent.

Do I see signs

of the Hermetic code?

An apostle of the square,

level and plumb, are we?

I am a Freemason, yes.

Hmm.

This city.

This does not exist, does it?

Not yet.

No.

But it will.

A metropolis dedicated

to the noble and true,

with liberty and justice

for all men,

regardless of their race,

color or creed,

incorporating

the sublime aspects

of Persian

and Aramaic architecture,

Mayan and Egyptian,

Sumerian.

This city,

this must sit at the heart

of our new nation.

A beacon.

A bright, shining jewel.

A tarnished one, perhaps.

Your so-called founders,

Washington,

Jefferson, Franklin,

they speak of freedom,

yet they allow the abhorrent

practice of slavery to continue.

They ignore the relevance

of an entire segment

of the American population.

I am an abolitionist,

Mr. Banneker.

I agree.

All men, regardless of race,

creed or color,

deserve to be free.

Revolution can only

begin on the page.

The final act must be

played on the streets...

to the resounding beat

of righteous hearts.

I know these men.

Speak.

They will hear you.

In my correspondence

with Washington,

I have said as much.

Perhaps... um,

there's a different approach.

This issue, if not dealt with,

will tear this new union apart.

Good day to you, Mr. Crane.

This was surprisingly

pleasurable.

Safe journeys from

whence you came.

CRANE:

So, if this ward

was built by Banneker and it is

able to deter the Horseman,

what else was in his arsenal?

See, right there?

Problem is, what I told

you before is true.

All of Banneker's papers burned

up in a fire 150 years ago.

Maybe not all.

You say there was a folio

with the symbol of Sa

in Banneker's workshop?

Indeed.

Joe and I busted into this

black market artifact auction

a while back.

I saw a leather folio

with that symbol on the side.

May I?

Yeah.

Here.

JENNY:

Architectural drawings

from the collection

of B. Banneker.

Wait. How is this

even possible?

Dude, I've searched

everywhere for any trace

that any of Banneker's work

might've survived that fire.

Yeah, I've been working

these black market channels

for a long time,

and the good news is,

the buyer lives here in D.C.

The folio sold

for a small fortune

to tech billionaire

Malcolm Dreyfuss.

JOBE:

Mr. Dreyfuss, a word.

A Department

of Homeland Security officer

is here to see you, and she

has Ichabod Crane in tow.

They're on their

way up right now.

All right.

Well, let's just

let it play out,

and if it seems like they have

any clue about what we're up to,

talismans, et cetera,

then I may need you

to improvise, my friend.

They said it was a matter

of national security,

Mr. Dreyfuss.

DREYFUSS: Hmm.

Agent Diana Thomas,

Department of Homeland Security.

Okay.

Will you tell me, is this

about the insider trading

or the offshore

accounts maybe,

or did you finally find

the ditch where all the...

(whispering):

the bodies are buried?

DREYFUSS:

So, please, tell me, how may I

be of service to the mighty DHS?

I'm investigating

a pressing case.

Oh, does this have something

to do with the president?

I hear people are

absolutely losing their heads

over last night's attack.

Our work is classified.

What I can tell you

is that we're looking

for a specific item that we

think may be in your possession.

It's a leather folio once

owned by Benjamin Banneker.

I... I do have a rare

Banneker folio.

It's in the vault downstairs.

Would you be a dear

and go fetch that?

What made you first

pick up the item?

I guess I am a freak

for the freaky.

I've always been intrigued

by the concept of the occult,

and this is definitely

the town for it.

Washington D.C....

has quite a reputation

as a hotbed for alleged

supernatural activity.

Ghosts, goblins,

demons, witches...

even the odd leprechaun.

Yes. Every city has

its share of lore

and its admirers.

Perhaps your considerable

success, like Banneker's,

relies on the preternatural.

Oh, I don't, um, I don't need

Banneker's folio for that.

I sold my soul...

to the devil

at age 25.

(laughs)

Sorry. I kid, of course.

(chuckles)

(Dreyfuss laughs)

It's one thing

to read comic books.

It's entirely another to believe

a man can fly.

By the way you speak of him,

sounds like Banneker

was the latter.

Oh, yes. Banneker,

he definitely believed

in powers and forces way

beyond our ken,

a credence reflected

in his folio.

DREYFUSS:

Banneker's plans

for a golden city

were said to have been used

by Pierre L'Enfant

as a template

for Washington D.C.

Banneker envisioned

the impossible

laid over the possible.

Take J Street, for example.

There is no J Street in D.C.

It was skipped

because the letter "J"

was interchangeable

with the letter "I"

in Colonial times.

DREYFUSS:

Yes. However,

there are those

in the occult community

who claim that J Street

actually exists.

In fact, some even say

that J Street

was meant to be a trap

for any supernatural threat

to the seat of government.

CRANE:

Well.

Your knowledge of the

supernatural certainly is...

extensive.

Mr. Dreyfuss,

the board was expecting you

a half hour ago.

You're free to borrow this.

If that's all you

need from me...

Thank you for

your cooperation.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Quite the supernatural

hobbyist, is he not?

DIANA: That's a tactic

a lot of people

at the top of the pyramid use.

Play the odd bird,

hide your true intentions.

Regardless of his motive,

if the information

he gave on J Street

is correct,

it may be exactly what we

need to stop the Horseman.

I think we both

know I don't have

a board meeting today

because, uh, oh, that's right,

I don't have a board.

What are you

playing at, Malcolm?

Why give them Banneker's map?

Why tell them about J Street?

I'm delegating,

my friend.

No one knows the Dark

Rider better than Crane,

and if he can use J Street

to trap the Horseman,

then we will be able to bargain

from a position of strength.

Crane is your enemy.

Why trust him with a job

this important?

A beta test.

No one has been to J Street

in hundreds of years.

It's your call,

but for the record,

I advise against it.

Noted and appreciated.

ALEX: Banneker's golden

city is practically

one-to-one to the actual

layout of D.C.

So, Banneker went and worked

with the founders after all?

Story for another day.

We do not have long to prepare.

You're thinking J Street.

It is a cul-de-sac,

so if we lure the Horseman in,

we can use Banneker's disc

to block his way out.

But you said that

it's enchanted,

so how do we open it?

JAKE: There-There might

be some reference

in the secret histories.

Very good.

With me.

Wow. You came loaded for bear.

Yeah, well, none of this'll

stop the Horseman,

but might slow him down.

I understand

Crane's connection

to him and all

of this, but...

you got pulled in

because of your sister?

Yeah. I was with her

when the whole Witness thing

started for her.

I was 12.

She was 13.

We took a shortcut home

from school

and came upon a demon

raising a warlock

in front of these

four white trees.

Four white trees.

CRANE:

Here.

An entry that purports

the way to J Street.

Right.

If you could learn

where the president

is being kept tonight,

then we can intercept

the Horseman en route.

I can try, but what's your

plan to lure the Horseman?

Much as he would like

the president's head,

I think he'd leap

at the chance for mine.

Okay, well, I will stop in my

office and see what I can find,

and I will meet you

between I and K streets.

Soon to be J.

DIANA:

Hey, Clara.

Yeah, so,

you're picking up Molly

from soccer practice

this afternoon, right?

Great. You're a lifesaver.

See you soon. Bye.

This is impossible.

♪ ♪

(engine starts, revs)

♪ ♪

(car door closes)

DHS has sent out a fleet

of decoy motorcades.

Air Force One is already

in the air, but POTUS

is staying locked up tight,

safe in the White House.

Very good. Then the Horseman

will have to venture

down Pennsylvania Avenue

to reach his target.

Any other direction,

he'll have his route blocked

by one of Banneker's wards.

I shall intercept him.

Lure him here.

How are we gonna get

this entrance open?

The others are negotiating it.

The workings of this entrance

are hidden in the tunnels

beneath our feet.

Come.

JAKE: Now, according

to comparison charts

between Banneker's map and, uh,

what I've been able to chart of

this tunnel system, we're close.

I don't see any handles,

locks, levers, buttons,

counterweights, nothing.

The secret histories are

fairly straightforward

on how to get to J Street.

Those who can speak the words

may open the way.

I don't see any words,

but I do see more glyphs.

Well, that's your jam. No?

Yeah.

DIANA:

Molly drew this.

Hmm. She is quite

the gifted artist.

And meticulous.

She dates all of her notebooks.

She drew this weeks

before she ever met you.

How is that even possible?

I want the unvarnished

truth this time.

Very well.

This picture...

this is when Abbie

and I first met.

This was when the

Horseman slew her mentor.

And this...

this was her first brush

with the supernatural.

Abbie, your partner.

The one that died.

Yeah.

It's as if

these were drawn

from her perspective.

She was a-a...

what do you call it-- a Witness.

Like you, right?

A mantle,

which Miss Jenny and I believe

has passed on to another.

Molly.

If you'll allow me to...

Uh, I don't...

You, what do you think,

she just inherited this Witness?

Agent Thomas...

(engine roaring)

(tires screeching)

The Horseman...

has a head.

Tell the others to open the way.

Okay.

I'll bring him to you.

The doorway. Open it now!

ALEX:

Let's hope this works.

Hoy. Duir.

Sa.

Raido.

We need this thing open. Now!

Are you so eager

for the president's head

that you would turn down

this opportunity?

You've waited a long time

for this.

Look, it's right here.

I knew we should've done

a test run.

No! No! The secret histories

were very clear.

Those who can speak the words

may open the way.

"Speak," as in translate

four different languages

into one.

The one we speak.

Try this.

Hoy.

Make sacred.

Sa.

Perhaps you're afraid.

Now you have a chin,

I might take a swing at it. Hmm?

That's right...

Oh...

Sa. Protect from evil.

Duir.

Unlock the way.

Raido.

For our journey.

Whoa.

Come on.

Come on! Come on,

let's go. Let's go.

Guess you know your runes.

Alex. Phase two.

You're on deck.

(shrieks)

What was that?

I don't know,.

Something is off.

Go back the way we came. Now!

Hello, old chum.

(grunts)

Aah!

(grunts)

Come on, come on. Let's do this!

Almost there.

Where are they?

(gunshots)

Aah!

Go!

Go! Go!

All right, we're good.

Go! Now!

Close the door!

(exhales)

Well. Roaches check in,

end up buying a time share.

(sighs)

Capital work.

For a group so new to this war,

we have fought exceptionally

well this night.

This is truly a milestone

in the war against evil.

None of this changes the fact

that you kept crucial

information from me.

About who you are,

where you're from,

when you're from,

and about my daughter.

And that you think there is a

world in which I'm gonna let you

take her anywhere

near any of this.

I assure you upon my honor,

every one of us will be with you

for every step of this journey,

and Molly's safety

is absolute paramount.

Yeah. Which is why

none of you are coming

anywhere near her.

I understand this is difficult

to take in...

Stop. This ends here and now.

No more supernatural

creatures. No more Vault.

No more you.

Agent Thomas.

You cannot escape this.

Yeah?

Watch me.

Okay, Molly, I'm gonna

ask you some questions,

and I want you to answer them as

truthfully and as best you can.

You draw from life.

Where'd you see these things?

I don't know.

I didn't actually see them.

It was like they came

to me in a dream.

Are you still having

these dreams?

No, Mom.

Not since I stopped being quiet.

Did I do something wrong?

No. Absolutely not. Okay?

And we are gonna go back

to the way things were

before any of this.

I promise you.

Sweet girl, promise.

Mind if we join you?

Whoa. Oh,

oh, oh, oh.

Easy. Easy...

I come in peace.

My understanding is you

want the president's head.

As it happens, I can

work that out for you.

Man of few words.

I like that.

I can get you

out of here,

and I can get you near

the commander in chief.

In fact, I will even give you

that thorn in your side,

one Ichabod Crane.

I'll take that as a yes.

I've removed Banneker's disc.

The way is clear.

Excellent, Jobe.

I think this is the beginning

of a beautiful friendship.

(sirens wailing in distance)

Mm.

Mm-hmm. Mm.

(inhales)

My strength is replenished,

and I am ready

for battle once more.

So...

whether ye be "Skurar"

or "Malm" or...

"Hemnes,"

I shall show

your Swedish cohorts

that I am the master

of this domain.

Four...

Which is the big one?

There's a big one

and a small one.

(creaking)

Well, the... this is...

It's a...

There's a big one and a small...

(creaking)

(sighs)

Creaking floorboard.

Add it to the long list

of repairs.

Home, sweet, home.

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