Original subtitles

Hardtack, peppered jerky,

a myriad nuts, seeds,

dried fruit and beverages.

Provisions amassed here

would sustain a year-long

expedition into the wild.

We're only 45 from

the Sleepy Hollow exit.

Chips will do the trick.

(cash register dings)

Chips.

In my day, a road trip required

more than simply a credit card.

You needed the

skill to hunt game,

set a snare, skin, gut

and prepare a carcass,

build a smokehouse, procure

salt, vinegar, chicory.

That is how you make a Slim Jim.

Check your raccoon tail

at the door, Daniel Boone.

There is no amount of colonial

know-how that could have created

the wonder that is...

the Blue Frost Razzle-

dazzleberry bucket o' slush.

Mmm.

(grunting softly)

Oh...

I believe this is what

is known as a "brain freeze."

Please, would you...

(chuckles)

Molly would kill me

if she saw me drinking

that high fructose corn

syrup delivery device.

But with Dreyfuss

about to assemble

the Philosopher's Stone,

there's a case to be made

for the simple pleasures.

Dreyfuss may be a step away,

but we are a step ahead.

If we can procure the final

piece of the Talisman first,

we'll thwart his plan.

Can this thing

really make him immortal?

Its transmutative power

is unmatched.

It has but one limitation:

it cannot create something

from nothing.

So if Dreyfuss

seeks eternal life,

the Stone must draw power

from the life force

of other human beings.

And the price of immortality

would be thousands

of innocent lives.

Jobe!

Jobe!

(whispering):

Where the hell are you?

(grunts)

I call upon thee,

oh Prince of Darkness.

By the terms

of our blood contract,

I demand that you guide me

to the vassal you bestowed.

(thumping)

(wind blowing)

Jobe!

Jobe!

Jobe!

(grunting)

(Jobe growling)

(both panting)

Thank you, Malcolm.

That was...

unpleasant.

Damn it, Jobe.

The terms of my contract

were very clear.

You were to remain at my side

for the duration.

I apologize

for the dereliction of duty.

I was caught off guard.

That will not

happen again.

And the Everliving Rock?

It's in my possession.

Ah.

All that remains

is the final Talisman piece,

one that I... I cannot find

without your help.

I'm on the case, Malcolm.

Good.

Then let's get out of here.

It's hotter than hell.

An assumption that I plan

on never getting the chance

to confirm after today.

(gasping)

(horn blaring)

Coming back here must

be complicated for you.

To say the least.

I lost much in Sleepy Hollow.

The Lieutenant...

my wife...

my son.

But for all the sorrow

I experienced,

there was also unrivalled

friendship, camaraderie

and, of course, my introduction

to this infinitely curious

modern world.

This is where you first learned

you were a Witness, right?

Correct.

General Washington left

a Bible that described

the responsibility Abbie Mills

and I were to bear together.

Wait, Washington knew you were

a Witness and didn't tell you?

It was a time of war.

I have no doubt

my commanding officer

had very good reason

to keep me in the dark.

You're a good soldier.

(car door closes)

It's kind of...

It's nice here.

You sound disappointed.

All the supernatural action

that took place over the

years in this zip code,

I was kind of expecting

more of a Stephen King vibe.

(gunshot, growling)

ALEX: Kind of looks like

the town where I grew up.

And that place never looked

better than in the tail lights.

Crane and Diana

will be here any minute.

We should get a move on.

All appearances aside,

this place is a minefield

of supernatural horror

waiting to rear its head

when you least expect it, so...

keep your guard up.

(car door closes)

Welcome to Sleepy Hollow.

Where the magic happens.

Literally.

And if all goes to plan,

this should help us locate

where the last Talisman piece

was hidden.

We are thankful

you were able to procure

this Judas Scepter at such

short notice, Miss Jenny.

It looks like a tuning fork

gone wrong.

JENNY:

It's basically a dowsing rod,

but drawn to magic

instead of water.

The more powerful the magic,

the stronger you feel the pull.

Tap,

close your eyes.

(Scepter vibrating)

Got something.

(rhythmic pulsing)

The signal's... strong,

but it's erratic.

Okay.

Whoa.

Feels like it's... close,

but it's...

(grunts)

It's yanking me

all over the place.

Are you sure you're

using it right?

(chuckles) It didn't come

with instructions.

(pulses)

(vibration stops)

I think I just lost the signal.

Is it possible there's

some sort of interference?

I mean,

curio shops aside,

isn't this town sort of a hotbed

for supernatural activity?

It was a map of the powerful

ley lines converging

on Sleepy Hollow

that revealed the whereabouts

of the Talisman to us.

Perhaps their

considerable energy

is interfering

with the Scepter's reception.

If we cross-reference

our ley line chart

with a topographical map,

I might be able to isolate

the area of interference

and then correct for it.

Good. I have many, many

detailed maps in my Archives.

CRANE:

Follow me.

(rumbling)

(snarling)

♪ ♪

As Dorothy Gale said

with such alacrity,

"There is no place like home."

You said you have

some maps for me?

Yes, indeed.

This way, Miss Alex.

While you two get busy

with the topography,

I'll, uh, take a look around for

info on ley line interference.

CRANE:

Very good.

So this is Crane's man cave.

Yeah. What can I say?

Dude loves his books.

The library.

Lab.

There's a secret entrance

behind that grating

that leads down

to the tunnel system.

What secret base

is complete without one?

Your desk?

My sister used to post up here.

Loved her coffee.

From the way Crane

talks about her, she...

She was something special.

They had something special.

We all did.

I'm sorry, do you...

do you need a minute?

No, I'm fine.

There's lots of ghosts in this

place, but all ones I adore.

Capital work!

Here we are.

There.

I think I can whip up

a Faraday cage

that'll filter out

ley line energy

and allow the Scepter

a clear signal.

I just need a few things:

copper wire,

a 4.5 volt battery,

and then the motherboard

from a TRS-80.

I've got a storage

space near here

that has all that gack

and more-- I'll take you.

Very good. If you modify

the Judas Scepter,

Agent Thomas and I shall

continue to search

for information on the

Philosopher's Stone.

This is the part of the job

I've been missing.

Yeah, poison ivy, mosquitoes--

got to love it.

Oh, come on, you live

for this as much as I do.

The past month is the first time

I've felt that what we do

makes a real difference.

So insert

snide comment here.

No, dude. I second

the emotion, actually.

It's one thing

to want to help.

It's another to be

equipped for it.

Being naive will get you

hurt or killed or worse.

And in this line of work,

there are fates

that make death pale

in comparison.

Okay, so there's

a learning curve.

I mean, come on.

You weren't born

a Furiosa-style,

combat-boot-wearing,

chip-shouldering

badass, were you?

Okay, maybe you were.

I'm just saying you need

to be realistic

about the dangers we face.

Agent Thomas,

I have something

you might like to see.

These letters were penned

by General Washington.

I've read them all before,

of course...

but I missed something--

a cipher that has revealed

new information.

These were written in 1781,

mere days before I first met

the Horseman of Death.

That's when...

When I... died.

These could shed new light

on those events.

And crucial information about

the Philosopher's Stone.

Indeed.

This particular missive

contains hidden information

on a clandestine meeting

between Washington

and Benjamin Banneker.

Mr. Banneker,

you've found it,

haven't you?

Yes. After years of searching,

my survey team has located

the Philosopher's Stone.

You see the problem

at hand, General--

the Stone lies on land

that will soon be contested

in a battle with the Crown.

I've come for permission

to enact the Division

while we still have time.

Of course. We cannot let the

Stone fall into enemy hands.

And the Division will

ensure this.

I understand how it is meant

to work, Mr. Banneker.

Your team of engineers

will divide the Stone

into four pieces, three

to be entrusted in secret

to a brave compatriot.

Yes. And the last

and final to myself.

Each will be hidden,

safeguarded through the ages.

Whatever the outcome

of this war,

or the future path

of this nation,

the Division will endure.

I have no doubt, and

this plan will be enacted.

But not today.

Before we divide the Stone,

we must first make use of it.

General, we both know the cost

of using the Stone

is measured in human lives.

This is a decision I make

with a heavy heart.

But using the Stone may be

the only thing that allows

our nation to survive

its infancy.

And there the missive ends.

Now, we know Washington

eventually followed

Banneker's plan

for the Division...

And that Dreyfuss has

the same information.

Indeed, but with

this new thread,

that Washington intended

to use the Stone

before it was divided...

if we can find the rest

of the correspondence,

we may learn to what end.

Okay, we'll find it after

we find the last piece.

Right now, we have to hope

that Alex can block

the ley line interference

so we can find the Talisman

and nip Dreyfuss' plan

in the bud.

Very well.

Banneker's legacy, that

the Division endure,

now rests on our shoulders.

This is where I lost

the signal.

Okay. So, do like

you did before,

just a little bit gentler.

(device beeps, hums)

There we go.

Nice work, Alex.

(device beeping,

Scepter humming)

JENNY: It's taking us towards

the graveyard.

(arrow whooshes past)

Take cover!

Go! Go! Go!

(bow snaps, arrow whooshes)

Oh!

Who is shooting those

at us?

I don't know. Whoa.

We must be right on top

of the Talisman piece.

I'm guessing something

doesn't want us to get it.

We need a distraction

so I can get eyes on it.

Here, take this,

and hold it out of cover.

You got it?

Yeah.

Oh!

Let it go. Let it go!

Damn, it's fast.

What'd you see?

Some kind of ancient archer.

The Talisman must be right

below us in this crypt.

But we can't get down there

with that thing taking

potshots at us.

We must have woke it by poking

around with the Scepter.

If it's some kind of guardian,

it won't follow us

if we retreat.

Mm-hmm.

If we all run

in separate directions,

we might confuse it

long enough to get to safety.

Or end up with arrows

in our backs.

Hey, you said you liked

being in the field.

Right.

Then let's do this!

Yeah?

You good?

Good.

Go!

I only caught a glimpse

of it, but the jackal mask

and bronze-tipped arrows

were clearly Egyptian.

Fitting, if this piece

of the Talisman

was hidden by Benjamin Banneker.

It sounds territorial, like

a supernatural guard dog.

You're right,

it was like we woke it

searching for the Talisman.

It didn't pursue us.

Once we were out of range,

it just let us go.

Wait.

Yes, here.

You faced "a guardian demon

"of Egyptian descent--

a creature used

"by ancient pharaohs

to keep the treasures

"they buried with them

safe from plunder.

A mythical creature

known as the Sphinx."

Wait.

Wait.

Even I know that a Sphinx is

a half-human, half-animal

that riddles you

with brain teasers, not arrows.

JAKE:

Not necessarily.

Egyptians tended to

anthropomorphize

with their hieroglyphics.

A four-legged Sphinx statue

may have been

a warning that a two-legged

demon with a bow lies below.

I don't care

how many legs it has.

How do we put this thing down

so we can get into that crypt?

No, you were right.

Generally speaking,

one must solve a riddle in order

to put this creature down.

Maybe we don't need

to defeat the Sphinx

to get what we need.

All right, you.... now, you said

these lead to a tunnel system?

Like, similar to the one

back home in D.C.?

Yes, Master Wells.

And if this piece of the

Talisman resides in a crypt

beneath the street,

perhaps we can

access it from below.

Mm.

ALEX:

Are you kidding?

We barely escaped

that Sphinx above ground.

We'd be sitting ducks

in those tunnels.

Not if we provide

a distraction from above.

We can draw it out again,

keep it occupied long enough

for Crane and Diana

to get into the crypt.

Target practice for a Sphinx.

Still excited

about field work?

DIANA: So Banneker took

your advice

and joined the colonial army.

CRANE: Became one of General

Washington's closest advisors.

However, I was not aware that

this role extended to matters

of supernatural import.

My wife, Katrina...

Franklin, Jefferson,

and now Banneker--

all knew the truth

of my role as a Witness.

All were ordered to keep

that truth a secret.

DIANA: It can't

feel good knowing

that such crucial information

was kept from you.

No, it most assuredly

does not.

But the past is the past.

There's no point in

wringing one's hands.

And we shall adopt an

altogether different approach

with young Molly.

She will never have

to bear the brunt

of a soldier's duty

in this matter.

Pro move, Crane.

I ask if it bothers you,

you just change the subject.

I, uh...

Right.

The war against evil

is far from over.

There are many more

enemies to face,

many more battles

to be fought.

This is a road we should not

start down until Miss Jenny

and the others are

securely in position

and ready to distract

the Sphinx.

Hey, topside, what's your 20?

In position. I'll signal

when I have contact.

Hey, hold up.

I will need you to hang

back by the truck.

So is this some of sort

of pattern with you?

'Cause you went off solo to

Despair's cave to rescue Crane,

and then again to infiltrate

Dreyfuss' building.

Yeah. I'm just quicker

and more mobile on my own.

The plan, your plan, was

to split the demon's focus.

It's not about the plan, she

just doesn't want to babysit.

JAKE: We can handle

ourselves.

Really?

'Cause I've had years

of experience

dealing with situations

like this.

We're not idiots, we get it.

It's a tough game.

People died playing, people

that you really cared about.

But we're not those people.

We have our own reasons

for being here,

and we're old enough

to make our own decisions.

I was out of line.

This is my issue, not yours,

and I appreciate you

calling me out on it.

DIANA (over radio):

Topside.

Not that I don't love tunnels,

but what's the holdup?

Moving in now.

Hold your position.

All right, then....

let's do this.

JENNY:

There he is!

Move!

(arrows whistling past)

(radio beeps)

Bogey sighted.

Here.

As promised,

one Sphinxian riddle.

Can you solve it?

Can I...

Yes, I...

It is a

Banneker design.

I'll just need one moment

to translate the cipher.

On your six!

(Jenny grunting)

(Jake grunts)

Hey, dogface!

Yo!

I got a riddle for you.

What's it gonna be?

(softly):

Oh.

(air hisses)

Hey, he's weakening.

We must have got the Talisman.

(exhales)

Nice work.

DIANA (over radio):

Mission accomplished.

Good job, everyone.

(radio beeps)

CRANE:

Agent Thomas?

Crane!

Are you all right?

Yes, I'm fine.

Right. I shall guide you through

the Banneker lock mechanism.

Uh, it's okay,

I think I got it.

JOBE:

Mr. Crane.

Give it here.

Time to go, Witness.

Crane?

Crane!

When the door reopened,

Crane was just...

gone.

JENNY: The fact that

the last Talisman piece

disappeared along with him

makes a case for the culprit.

Yeah, your friend and mine,

Malcolm Dreyfuss.

No, we were ahead

for a minute.

Looks like

we just lost our lead.

Hey, not for lack of trying.

You did good.

Both of you.

DIANA:

Damn straight.

We're all in this together.

For better or worse.

Right on.

We came into town

to find this Talisman.

If Dreyfuss took it,

and Crane, we could...

Use one to find the other.

JAKE:

Mm-hmm.

Except that we lost

the Judas Scepter.

Is there anything else in here

that we can use to track

the Talisman's magic?

DIANA:

I say we go terrestrial.

Dreyfuss has supernatural

allies, but in the end,

he's just a guy.

Dreyfuss Enterprises.

They had a contract to restore

the Lincoln Memorial, right?

Mm-hmm.

DIANA: They used it

as a smoke screen

to find the first Talisman.

And he also bought

the swamplands

around the

Dyer sisters' house...

So does

Dreyfuss Enterprises

have any similar

commercial inroads

in the Sleepy Hollow area?

Three months ago, "a charitable

arm of Dreyfuss Enterprises

"started a public works

project here in town,

"a commemorative park

located on the site

of a colonial-era

battlefield."

Well, that sounds like

a field full of pay dirt.

Hey, hold up.

Dreyfuss isn't

gonna be alone out there.

Plus, he's got his very own

personal demon.

We arm up. Go in smart.

All right, then.

We got a plan.

Look, let's just hope Crane can

hold out until we get there.

DREYFUSS:

That's right, Mr. Crane.

The Philosopher's Stone

is now complete.

(chuckles)

Which means you and I,

we really need to have a toast,

don't you think?

Yes.

After two centuries,

this incredible artifact

is finally complete.

Division no longer endures.

(chuckles)

Mazel tov.

I'd sooner die than raise

my cups with the likes of you.

(laughing):

Oh!

Attacking my ego,

that-that's an

interesting strategy.

Y-You do realize that virtually

every man of my stature

is by nature necessarily

self-involved, don't you?

(laughs)

I mean, it's not really a flaw,

it's-it's kind of

what drives us.

And you do realize

this stone will suck the life

out of every man, woman,

and child in Sleepy Hollow?

Tell me,

what sort of an eternal

life would that be

with that stain

on your conscience?

So, innocent people

lose their lives

because you're too thick

to read the small print

in your deal with the devil.

Oh, I... I had faith

I would find a loophole.

And I did.

And I am more than

grateful to acknowledge

that I owe all of it to you.

(chuckles)

That's right.

See, for years

I'd spent billions

on-on cryogenics,

nanomedicine,

regenerative therapy

and on and on and on.

Then one day, one of

my feelers at the FBI

tells me he got wind of

a 250-year-old man.

(chuckles)

I mean, holy sh... ut

the front door.

Wowza.

Right?

So you killed Agent Walters.

Pushed me for information.

Why?

I knew nothing of

the Philosopher's Stone.

Oh, so...

so are you saying you-you

don't find this stone dais

familiar in any way?

Take a look beneath your feet.

Yeah, okay.

You see that shape?

Now imagine blood flowing

down through it.

Mingling on it,

if you will.

Didn't you ever wonder

why Washington sent you

to that battlefield to face

the Horseman of Death?

Didn't you wonder how you were

able to cut off his head

so easily back then, but now,

since then, you...

you haven't been able

to harm him at all.

It was the power

of the Philosopher's Stone.

♪ ♪

Washington,

he manipulated you.

Used you.

And in the end,

he sacrificed you.

(men yelling)

I fought

the Horseman of Death

on the Philosopher's Stone.

Yes.

Because your friend and mentor,

George Washington,

he believed,

as I happen to believe,

that when the chips come down,

something must be sacrificed

for the greater good.

And by the way,

it might amuse you to know

I found a description

of that fateful night

in Banneker's papers.

And your loyal friend,

he sued your case

with all his

heart and soul.

I will not allow this.

It is already done.

And take the chance

that Ichabod Crane,

the biblical Witness,

might not survive

this battle?

How could you do such a thing?

Because this is war, sir.

And today,

I must risk our most

precious asset,

a man I love and trust,

because I have

no other choice.

Benjamin!

What good fortune

that we should meet.

Is something amiss?

I am tired, Crane.

Before we met,

I was a free man,

beholden to no one.

Now we are both soldiers,

and we must do what

we are bade to do.

Whatever mission Washington

has called me here to do,

I will not fail him.

Or you.

Of that I have no doubt,

my friend.

Godspeed, Ichabod Crane.

So Washington sent me

to fight the Horseman.

Knowing it would mean my death.

Please.

CRANE:

This is the battlefield.

This is where I died.

DREYFUSS:

Yes.

And fittingly,

this also happens to be where

I will gain eternal life.

Oh, just as soon as

one more guest arrives.

(horse neighing and galloping)

(horse whinnies)

CRANE:

Dreyfuss!

It's not too late

to walk away from this.

Do it.

Walk away with what's left

of your soul intact.

Scalpel.

Scalpel?

I shall anoint this blade.

Mix the blood...

from he who has

lived beyond time

with he who

is living death.

I ask this great Stone

to transform

these two streams...

into the Elixir

of Everliving Life.

I got eyes on Dreyfuss.

His demon is with him.

And Crane?

JENNY: He's in the center

of some kind of altar.

Must be the

Philosopher's Stone.

He's not alone.

The Horseman.

Okay. We stick to the plan.

Get in, hit hard,

and get out. Clean.

Thank you, Jobe.

Blood of a man

from outside his time

who defied the reach of age.

Blood of the

Dark Rider of Death...

a true immortal.

JOBE: As the

ceremony begins,

the Stone will require

life energy--

the entire town,

maybe more.

I've cast an enchantment

that will keep this area

free from the Stone's pull,

an eye in a deadly storm.

Thank you, Jobe.

Every base covered.

What would I do without you?

Now, great Stone,

I call upon your

protean power.

(Dreyfuss speaking Latin)

(grunts)

JENNY:

Hey, Demon.

You ever seen one of these?

A blessed lantern

brought over from

France in 1778 by Ben Franklin,

made to trap demons.

How handy.

(grunts, groans)

Go! Set the charges.

Hey. Move and I will

blow you to hell.

You're welcome to try.

Jobe?

(demonic grunting)

You're not immortal yet.

DREYFUSS:

Jobe!

You are a sight for sore eyes.

Crane!

I thought bullets didn't work

on the Horseman.

The Stone.

He's vulnerable on the Stone.

JENNY:

To Hell...

from whence you came.

(demonic voice):

No!

(demonic shouting)

(demonic grunting)

DIANA:

We good?

JAKE:

Yeah, we're good.

Yeah.

CRANE:

Go, go, go! There. Go.

Dreyfuss. Dreyfuss,

it's over!

ALEX:

Are they dead?

DIANA: The Stone drained

the life out of them.

CRANE: Jobe said Dreyfuss

is only safe in his proximity.

JENNY: Good thing I got

him in my back pocket then.

JENNY:

Do it.

No sign of Dreyfuss.

No sign of the Horseman.

The force of the blast

tore Franklin's lantern

from Miss Jenny's grasp,

but, as always, Lieutenant,

we secured a strong victory.

Fist bump.

(imitates explosion)

And what else

is new with the world?

A Hogwarts theme park

has opened.

I have ordered a metric ton

of Ravenclaw attire

from the Internet.

Uh, Mr. Robert Zimmerman

has a fine new studio album.

As for your New York

Metropolitans,

this year they have

a fierce rivalry

with those grizzly

Cubs of Chicago.

Why have I not been

to see you more often?

Well, you always pushed me

to try new things...

...so I've moved

to Washington, D.C.

I have a new apartment,

new compatriots...

new friends.

Miss Jenny

is with me, of course...

as are you...

...always.

So, I thought you might

like to know that

whilst I miss you terribly...

...I'm not alone.

Until next we meet.

Oh... I found a merchant

on Main Street selling these.

A Headless bobblehead.

Wonders never cease.

To absent friends.

CRANE: To a battle well fought

and a victory well won.

Now drink.

(all chuckle)

Oh!

Oh!

Every single time.

How do you do that?

Luck, I imagine,

and drink again.

Hmm.

Gladly.

JAKE:

Yes, sir.

And this shiny fellow

I shall feed to the jukebox.

Oh.

You don't want to see

what he chooses.

Can't look at your old friend

the same way?

CRANE:

Old? Uh...

No, General Washington

made the right decision,

sending me after the Horseman

like he did.

'Twas a sacrifice...

but a sacrifice that may

very well have won the war.

And, of course, if I hadn't

"died," I wouldn't

be here today...

...wouldn't be a

part of this team.

(laughter)

On the house.

ABBIE:

You may not have family,

but you are not alone.

I shall drink to that.

DIANA:

That's what we are...

a team.

If you would have told me

a month ago

I'd be moonlighting

as a warrior

against the supernatural...

...mother to the next Witness...

It will require

a period of transition.

But we shall ensure Molly's

experience will be far different

to mine and the Lieutenant's.

I'll drink to that.

Well...

Think it's over?

That's the last we'll

hear from Dreyfuss?

I'd like to believe it...

(quarter tumbles into jukebox)

...but evil has a manner

of raising its head

in a way we least expect.

But if it should...

we shall face it together.

Team Witness.

♪ Because you're mine... ♪

Team Witness, indeed.

♪ You better stop

the things you do ♪

♪ I tell you I ain't lyin' ♪

♪ Oh, ah, ah, ah. ♪

(groans)

(groans)

(grunts)

(shouts)

(groans, cries)

(laughs)

(laughing):

Yes.

At last.

(laughs)

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