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Helen! Welcome.

Not a moment too soon.

Come in, come in.

So...

this is where you've been

hiding yourself, Malcolm.

Well, not...

hiding, so much as working.

May I offer you tea,

coffee, water?

I didn't get up

at the crack of dawn

and fly 400 miles

for a latte, Malcolm.

You shuttered the company

to do what?

Pursue a career

in the fine arts?

Hey, no one has

heard from you in weeks.

And it's all over the news.

The scuttlebutt is that

you have lost it.

You are awfully close, Helen.

But it's...

it's not quite madness.

It's clarity.

See, the truth is,

I just have more important

concerns right now.

So what is this?

Some kind of

one-man think tank?

You planning

the next big rollout?

Yes. Yes, yes, yes.

I invited you here

because... I have been...

impressed with your work

as CFO at Dreyfuss,

and I would be honored

if you would consider

taking an exciting new role

in the next iteration.

See, I need hosts, Helen.

Hosts, like... for an event?

Yes. But probably not

exactly the way you think.

See, Helen,

I've always appreciated you.

And we all know you're

an exceptionally strong woman.

And your hunger for power...

Good heavens.

It's like

you're famished for it.

You are gonna do so well

in this position.

I can sign an NDA

if you'd like to tell me more.

Not at all

necessary, my dear.

Jobe!

Please.

Our friend Helen

is interested in the position

we are offering.

HELEN (screams): No!

CRANE: Hello.

(upbeat pop music playing)

Ichabod!

Groovy party.

Oh, thank you,

Barbara.

Uh, this must be your... beau.

Zappa.

But call me Zaps.

Or Zap.

Well, 'tis a pleasure,

Zap-- Zip-Zap-- Zap-Zap.

A match made in Aquarius.

♪ Father wears

his Sunday best... ♪

Excuse me.

Hey.

♪ Mother's tired,

she needs a rest ♪

♪ The kids are

playing up downstairs ♪

♪ Sister's sighing

in her sleep... ♪

Who invited the guy

dressed like Hamilton?

Sham-ilton.

My thoughts exactly.

♪ Our house... ♪

It's a pretty good turnout,

Crane.

When Master Jake suggested

I invite a few neighbors

over for a party,

I... didn't expect

so many to attend.

Oh, Crane.

These people really dig you.

You know, in your whole time

in Sleepy Hollow,

you never threw

a party like this.

Maybe things are working out

for you here in D.C.

Yeah, I'd... not thought

about it like that.

And you're right, Miss Jenny.

I'm satisfied with

my work in the Vault.

The team is doing

particularly well.

And now I have a place

to lay my head.

(chuckles)

Perhaps D.C. is shaping up

to be home.

And what about you?

Will you be

putting down roots here?

No, D.C. is fine,

but I came here

to find and train

the next Witness,

and that's what I'm doing

and... after that,

(sighs) who knows?

Back to Sleepy Hollow, perhaps?

No.

Settling down there

was kind of an anomaly.

I'm really a lot more

comfortable on the move.

Well, there art rooms

down the hall

that will be available

for next month.

Options.

(chuckles softly)

Thanks.

I'm just, really not the, uh...

housewarming type.

I hope Crane won't mind

that I have to split early.

They're showing Onibaba, this,

like, classic '60s horror flick

at the Avalon

this afternoon.

Hasn't fighting real monsters

put you off that sort of thing?

Uh-uh, it's a brand-new

35-millimeter print

struck from the

original negative.

And since, uh, when did

book nerd become film geek?

Oh, Missy is totally

into horror flicks, man.

It's, like, her thing.

Oh, hey-- There she is.

Missy!

MISSY:

Oh!

Ah!

(chuckles): Hey.

JAKE:

How's it going?

Oh, you have to be Alex.

(Alex grunts)

So good to meet you.

If you're half as

cool as Jake says,

then I'm already

obsessed with you.

As long as you don't

start dressing like me,

acting like me, and then kill me

and take my place.

(chuckles):

Oh, my God,

she's even funnier

than you said she was.

You said I was funny?

Uh-huh. You are.

In a very specific way.

MISSY: Are you coming

to the movie?

Oh, yeah, why not come with us?

No. Uh, I-I've got plans.

But... it was really nice

to meet you, Missy.

♪ All right ♪

♪ I told myself

I wouldn't fall for you ♪

♪ But you knew... ♪

Hey.

Hey.

Thanks.

Thank you for meeting with me

on such short notice,

Assistant Secretary.

It's good to see

you, Agent Thomas.

And your timing

is excellent, actually.

I've been meaning to call you,

but things have been

upside down at the D.O.J.

Things have been hectic

on my end as well.

Have they been?

That's actually

what I was planning

on reaching out

to you about.

Is this about my caseload?

I have very good reason to have

fallen behind on my quota.

Which is why

I'm here.

I've been working on a case.

I need your help to take it

to the next level.

Your e-mail,

you said something about

search and seizure warrants

on a well-known public figure.

I need to locate

Malcolm Dreyfuss.

The tech billionaire who

recently shuttered his company?

He's recently

transferred

hundreds of millions

of dollars to offshore accounts.

He's gone off the grid,

just vanished.

I believe

that he is behind

numerous criminal activities.

Everything from the defacement

of the Lincoln Memorial

to the disappearance

of a Smithsonian security guard.

And I need the authority

to follow up.

This is thin.

And you know it.

You told me once,

years ago,

there is more than paper

to a case, there is intuition.

Believe me

when I tell you,

I know this guy

is up to no good.

And I know

when the blinders come on.

This is some kind of

personal crusade.

You're seeing red, and therefore

not seeing clearly.

Look, I'm late

for a conference

at the Eisenhower Building.

As close as we are,

you know I can't help you

unless you bring me more, so,

find it.

Thank you, Assistant Secretary.

Take care of yourself,

Agent Thomas.

Thank you. Right

this way, please.

(scanner beeps)

GUARD:

The hell?

Hello, Officer.

Everything copacetic?

(computer beeps)

This way, please.

♪ ♪

(clicking)

(rumbling)

(clicking)

(growling)

You must be famished,

after a century and a half.

Have at it.

Sate your hunger.

(growls)

(roars)

Nothing beats

Penfolds Grange '99.

This bill you wanted

to talk about.

538. Does that

impossible thing.

Saves the world

and makes states money.

It's a no-brainer.

I just want you to put it

in front of him.

(quiet growling)

Just...

(panting)

Don't hold back, huh?

(grunting)

The hell, Larry?

(grunting)

Stop, man! Stop!

(teeth clicking)

I'm gonna get some help!

(growls)

(grunting)

♪ ♪

According to the incident

report, a White House staffer

saw the victim gorge himself

on everything in sight.

But the coroner's

follow-up

says he died

of malnourishment,

as in he literally

starved to death.

A hunger this dreadful with

no sustenance can only have

a supernatural cause.

This could be a lot of things.

Now...

there's a creature

called a vetala,

which psychically

drains its prey.

We dealt with

one of those.

The victims don't

stuff themselves.

How about a succubus?

They can supposedly

inflame desires, right?

CRANE: I experienced

one of those personally.

They leave a desiccated corpse,

but no sign of malnutrition.

Maybe you guys want

to save us some research

and make a list of the vampiric

creatures you haven't fought.

JENNY:

Hmm.

Never an actual vampire,

now that you mention it.

In Greek mythology, Erysichthon

of Thessaly was cursed

with an unrelenting hunger.

Uh, food merely served

as fuel for the fire.

Perhaps this is

a similar malediction.

Whatever demon

or monster curse this is,

we all know where it came from.

Dreyfuss.

The straightest line

to ending this

or whatever other threat

this bastard is cooking up,

is to take him down.

We all agree on the root cause,

Agent Thomas.

We have no idea

to where Dreyfuss vanished,

nor what he is planning;

what we do know

is that innocent lives

are in immediate danger.

How long are we gonna

treat the symptoms

and leave the disease unchecked?

I am using

every resource that I have

to find him.

I could use all your help.

We get it.

Yeah, absolutely.

All right, we all want to find

a way to take him down.

Dreyfuss stuck too close to home

when he went after Molly.

Your instinct as a mother

is to act quickly.

Quite rightly so.

I give you my word,

we will bring him down

by hook or by crook,

but first we must contain

the situation at hand.

DIANA:

Fine.

We'll do it your way.

Now...

there are

many types of hunger demons

that might cause

these sorts of symptoms.

The ancient Chinese scholar

Pu Songling cataloged them

by genus and type

in a book called Liaozhai Zhiyi

during the Qing Dynasty.

I know a guy...

Who might have

a book like that handy?

Girl, you so have a type.

CRANE:

Very good.

Miss Jenny,

if you pursue that lead,

Agent Thomas and I

will reconnoiter the scene

at the Eisenhower Building.

We will search for clues

as to the monster's whereabouts,

and Dreyfuss' endgame.

You two, on me.

While we search

the scene,

I need you two

to stay on Dreyfuss.

There are a number of leads

I was gonna chase down,

starting with his assistant.

If the thing

made that dude

go all "one more tiny

wafer-thin mint"

is at the Eisenhower

building, what?

Crane and I have it covered.

Shall we,

Agent Thomas?

I don't know.

I don't know.

(door opens)

(door closes)

(traditional

Chinese music playing)

DONNIE:

How may this student

of mystic herbology

help you today?

Donnie Lu.

Since when did you learn

how to read Mandarin?

Mills.

(chuckles) No way.

Oh, my God,

it's been too long!

Oh.

Hey, is your uncle around?

Oh, he's down

in Charlotte Amalie

with his boys--

some kind of

high-stakes

poker game weekend.

Hmm.

So I'm working

the register.

That doesn't sound

like your style.

Last I heard, you had

a fleet of G4s for rent

and were

raking it in.

Nah, I got out of jets.

The upkeep is murder.

And this place

has been killing it.

Chinese herbs

are super in.

Royal jelly, kombucha,

ginseng tea.

People want to

live forever, dude.

Seems to be a trend these days.

Hey, I'm looking for a Qing

Dynasty text on hunger demons.

Say no more.

Let me check

my mystical inventory

of ancient tomes

and scrolls.

Wait, go back.

It's the Gjallerhorn

of Heimdallr, right?

Collector out of Dubai

is looking to track it down.

He's got deep pockets.

It's like one

month in Nepal,

two in Bangkok,

Bathysphere down

the Marianas Trench.

(chuckles) It's crazy.

I'd ask if you're in, but

you're out of the game, right?

Not "out" out.

Just had a lot

on my plate recently.

Who's taking point?

Gonzalez?

Dresden. Oh, no, wait,

Uncle Lu and Agatha Muir

go way, way back.

No one yet.

It's yours

if you want it.

Hand-pick your own team.

Uncle Lu would be so psyched.

You're one of the greats, Mills.

Let me think on it.

And, um...

let me see that book

on hunger demon lore.

Okay, you got it.

TOUR GUIDE:

In Latin, "Lustitia."

In Greek, "Themis."

Lady Justice is

the allegorical personification

of moral force

in the judicial system.

In her hands,

the Scales of Justice.

Always equal, always equivocal.

(kids chuckling)

Don't look so

equal to me.

If Dreyfuss is behind this,

then whatever's causing it,

maybe we can use it

to track it back to him.

Then we start upstairs

in the dining room.

MAN (over radio): All security

teams, sector 4.

All security teams, sector 4.

Or wherever they're going.

(snarling)

OFFICER:

Lady, get up.

Get up now!

Back away!

Agent Thomas, DHS.

What is going...?

OFFICER: Back away, slowly.

Put your hands where

I can see them!

(growling quietly)

Assistant Secretary Stryker?

You know this woman?

Oh, my God. Nancy.

(gunshot)

(quiet growling)

The thing that did this...

...it's in the walls.

Hey, you okay?

Agent Thomas

knew this poor soul.

DIANA:

It's another life

Dreyfuss is gonna pay for.

You said you saw it

behind that vent?

Only the eyes.

They glowed red.

Crimson eyes,

desiccated bodies,

and a propensity

for living in darkness.

All characteristics of a number

of genera of hunger demon.

There's a whole host

cataloged in here.

Gaki, Egui, Preta.

There's even a demonic strain

fathered by Mnemoth.

Some are thought

to be responsible

for the great famines

of history.

DIANA: Hold up.

Two attacks today.

This creature was

released recently.

And if Dreyfuss

had a hand,

he may have left a trail.

There.

Jobe.

Proof that Dreyfuss is involved.

You saw the demon in

the ventilation

duct system, right?

And Jobe was headed

to the basement.

Can we access the building's

utility schematics from here?

I think so.

The central hub

for the building's

ventilation system

is in the sub-basement.

Allowing the creature access

to both the dining room

and the conference room.

And the rest of the building.

This is one of the biggest

office buildings in D.C.

It's an all-you-can-eat buffet.

So we got to go down

and find it.

Hold on. It's kind of odd shape.

He could be carrying

an artifact.

There's a chapter in here about

The Mifang Conundrum.

Chinese mystics

created enchanted

puzzle box

mechanisms that,

depending on the configuration,

could draw, trap

or release a hunger demon.

They vary in complexity.

Some take as many as

1,536 predetermined

moves to open.

CRANE:

I've seen this device before.

In the hands of a former

compatriot of mine.

Uh...

Before I joined

the colonial forces,

I was friends with a

fellow British officer

named Edward Reed.

Shortly after I arrived

on American shores,

Reed and I were sent on a raid

to recapture a supply room

commandeered by the colonists.

(clicking)

(clicking)

(chuckles)

Relax, Crane.

The Colonials would not be

so rash as to risk their lives

over crates of tea.

I would not be so sure, sir.

These Bostonians

are proud men.

It seems they would

gladly give their lives

for the pursuit of freedom.

Good luck to them.

Rabble against the might

of empire, right?

(clicking)

Damn this foul contraption.

CRANE:

It's a peculiar curio.

Are those Chinese characters?

Well, I found it here,

in one of the open tea crates.

A misplaced child's

plaything perhaps.

My youngest, Penelope,

she's quite adept

with this sort of thing.

Perhaps I'll take it with me

when we return home.

A day that cannot

come soon enough.

Thereafter, I was sent on

a different assignment.

And when I returned,

I was told

that Reed

and the rest of the company

had all died of starvation

whilst on a reconnaissance

north of the Berkshires.

Reed must have inadvertently

summoned a hunger demon,

by solving what he believed

to be a child's puzzle.

Ultimately, we fought

on different sides,

but no man

deserves a death so foul.

We find this puzzle box,

we can lure the demon.

Trap it.

Then we track down

the bastard who set it free

and make him pay.

Okay, Spymaster.

Diana said start with Dreyfuss's

assistant, not grab dinner.

Picagram doesn't lie,

my friend.

Dreyfuss's assistant

Ashley's feed tells me

that she's super

into street cuisine.

Mm-hmm.

She's tagged herself

at that truck

every Friday during happy hour

for the last three months.

Okay, so, if she's a

creature of habit,

she should be

here any minute.

Exactly. But you, uh,

might miss that screening

with what's-her-face.

Oh, Missy?

Uh, no worries,

it's not like

we can't find

something else to do.

You know, we have

a ton in common

besides old black-and-white

horror movies.

Yeah, pricey

French wine,

vintage Elric of Melniboné

sword and sorcery paperbacks.

Melni-what?

That's a real thing?

Yeah.

Whatever.

Just don't get

too cocky, okay?

'Cause people with too much

in common, they never work out.

But didn't you say

the exact opposite

when I was crushing on

Jenny Mills, though?

There she is.

That's Ashley.

So, what...

Bluetooth scanner.

Patent pending.

Mm-hmm.

Not exactly legal yet.

But I can use a remote link

to clone Ashley's SIM card.

That way, if and when

Dreyfuss calls, we can piggyback

and use cell tower triangulation

to locate him.

But, uh, not too close, Romeo.

Just because you score

with girls at bars

doesn't mean that

puppy dog charm of yours

is gonna serve you here.

(chuckles)

Puppy dog charm?

That's what I said.

Oh, yeah, it was. I mean,

it wasn't much of one,

but I believe you

just complimented me.

(laughs):

No.

I described you,

using canines as a comparison.

Uh-uh, the word that

jumped out was "charming."

Yeah.

(phone trilling)

(phone beeps)

You do not find him charming.

We should double

our efforts.

I'll take right.

Okay.

Over here.

I believe we have

found the source

of our demonic infestation.

But how does it work?

See if there's any information

in the book I got from Donnie.

I'm gonna do a sweep, make sure

this demon isn't lurking around.

If we dial in

on the correct configuration,

we should be able

to call the creature back here.

These are Shang

characters.

So, uh...

that one there...

means "return to."

And then, on the other side,

"to cast away."

And the third,

"to restrain."

Configuration is the key.

Fortunately, I was most

adept at puzzles, so...

(clicking)

(Crane grunts)

Confounding.

Hey, I was a master

at Rubik's Cube.

I have no idea

what you just said.

But I do know that I solved

Franklin's cipher

when many others

had failed.

And I was able to drink from

the most challenging puzzle jug

without spilling a drop,

so perhaps I should...

Got it.

(phone vibrates)

Talk to me.

JAKE:

Mission: Dreyfuss Assistant

was a rainbow of

flying colors.

Excellent.

You have his location?

ALEX: Not yet,

but I have a program scanning

cell towers across the U.S.,

looking for common

I.P. addresses.

All right, keep digging.

(roars)

Okay. Crane! Jenny!

Come on.

(growls)

CRANE:

Trap it. Trap it!

(Jenny screams)

(demon roars)

(demon shrieks)

Jenny, you okay?

Yeah.

Where is it?

(growling)

Behind you!

(demon roars, shrieks)

After it! Quickly!

Follow it!

DIANA:

Come on.

(door closes)

No sign of the demon.

Without the puzzle box,

we can't call it back.

Leaving a voracious creature

free to sate its hunger

amongst the innocent denizens

of Washington.

JOBE:

His diminished capacity made

finding him more difficult.

But perseverance

eventually paid off.

DREYFUSS: Could use some serious

cleaning supplies down here.

Fresh coat of white paint

would do... wonders.

Dark Rider of Death.

I think you're right, Jobe.

He does look a little...

under the weather.

He suffered these

wounds while under

the transformative influence

of the Philosopher's Stone.

I am so, so sorry, my friend.

You've been dealt

a great disservice.

But fear not,

I've come to restore you

to all your glory.

I made you a promise

when we first met,

and I never welsh

on a deal.

We're gonna have you

on the mend before you know it.

And...

I am getting the gang

back together again.

DIANA:

This is on me.

If I hadn't

taken that phone call,

the hunger demon wouldn't

have gotten the drop on us.

More pressing is the fact

that we were unaware

you had employed

Master Jake and Miss Alex

on an information gathering

mission.

I didn't want to

drop the ball on Dreyfuss,

I thought a two-pronged assault

was right.

Yes, the plan is not the issue.

The issue is that you chose

not to share it with all of us.

We understand your anger,

Agent Thomas.

And your right to it.

But what is at risk

is the integrity of our team.

If we are to be successful

in our battle

against the supernatural,

we must always stay

on the same page.

Trust us,

separate agendas will only

lead the group astray.

I hear you.

ALEX: Then let's put

our heads together

and take this thing

out already, hmm?

Okay, look, I was

combing through

entries in the secret histories,

looking for any reference

to hunger demons,

cannibalism or famine,

and I found one about

the Donner Party.

The Oregon Trail people who got

snowed in and ate each other?

They were trying to forge their

way across the High Sierras.

May I see the entry?

You think the Donner Party

went cannibal

because they ran afoul

of one of the hunger demons?

Oh, my.

One of the leaders of the party

was one James F. Reed.

He was a direct descendant

of Edward Reed,

my former commanding officer

in the British army.

JENNY: It's the

Mifang Conundrum.

Was it passed down

in his family?

And brought with the

Donner Party on their journey.

Here, Reed survived

and wrote this account.

In the spring of 1848,

the snow in the passes

finally melted enough

for the Donner Party survivors

to make their way to safety.

(baby crying)

But they did not

come out alone.

(growling)

Led by James F. Reed,

they made their way west

and took shelter

from their demonic pursuer

in a cave system.

The Donner Party survivors

made their last stand

at the mouth of this cave,

just outside the town

of Sutter's Mill.

James F. Reed laid a trap

for the demon...

(growling)

...volunteered himself as bait

to lure the foul beast.

(hissing)

(roars)

(growling)

CRANE:

The survivors dug Reed out.

Of the creature,

there was no sign.

Ah.

There was a literal

golden lining to this story.

A vein of gold ore uncovered

in the explosion was mined

and provided

for the survivors' recovery

and eventual prosperity.

JAKE:

Whoa, wait. Mm-mm.

Mm-mm. 1848.

Sutter's Mill,

California?

JENNY:

You're saying that

when the Donner Party

took out this demon...

They kicked off the Gold Rush.

Oh. In our world,

and only in our world,

does that make sense.

The Donner Party's tragic tale

must provide the key

to defeating this demon.

The Mifang Conundrum Boxes

were fashioned

out of enchanted teakwood,

but they had gold characters

emblazoned on the sides.

Gold.

Gold is the creature's weakness.

It's mine, too, but I don't have

enough to create a weapon.

I've got a

plan for that.

But first we need to

draw the creature,

and the puzzle box is

a pile of splinters.

I can 3-D-print a replica.

I mean, not out of

enchanted teakwood,

but it might be able to hold

the demon for a little bit,

if at all.

As long as it will

lure it towards us.

JAKE:

Look, I'll research

the correct symbology

to paint in gold leaf

onto your version

of the box.

Very good.

Now, Miss Jenny,

you say you have a plan

to procure enough gold

to make weaponry.

JENNY:

I do.

But we've got to

mine it ourselves.

DIANA:

This is a junkyard.

That's what you see.

I see gold.

DIANA: So how's a bunch of

wrecked cars gonna help us

take down this demon?

Okay, it's a little known

fact, but cars are filled

with trace amounts of gold.

Uh, anti-lock brakes,

airbag inflation system chips.

Oh, come on. If gold was

laying around in cars,

people would steal it.

Yeah, they do.

I had a friend

that used to use skateboards

to slide under the cars and

dismantle catalytic converters.

She'd strip and sell the gold

inside for beer money.

She called it a, uh,

"catalytic conversion rate."

Did she?

A friend?

ALEX: Okay, so,

there's trace amounts

of gold in every car.

And with this many cars, means

a heck of a lot of gold, right?

Which means we can create

our own Donner Party gold mine

with what we have to hand.

DIANA:

This thing,

it attacks from high,

causing its victims

to attack each other.

But in close quarters,

it will fight hand-to-hand.

So, to avoid eating each other,

we should force the latter.

That is the approach

we shall take.

Miss Alex, do you have

the facsimile box?

Yeah.

JAKE:

Now, I'm all set

to apply the symbols on this box

once we do have

some gold in hand.

ALEX: Yeah, and while Jake

was doing his research,

I came up with these.

This is fluorosulfuric acid.

Any spare gold we have, we drop

in here and we get a solution

that might take this thing out.

Nice.

Excellent work, all.

Now let us commence prospecting.

Ready as we'll ever be.

It's a good plan, Crane.

It was a group effort.

Our team has endured much

in its short life.

It has continually proved

to be far greater

than the sum

of its parts.

It has been

a unique experience.

Indeed it has.

Miss Jenny pointed out

that D.C. is becoming

more of a home for me.

It is largely thanks

to you and Miss Molly.

You accepted me

into your lives,

and it means a great deal to...

Well, you've given us

a real sense of purpose.

Knowing we're

saving the world

from monsters?

Not a job I would've

willingly signed up for, though.

Oh, dreadfully

lacking in benefits.

Alex and Jake are ready

with the puzzle box.

Let's do this.

Okay.

This should draw

the demon to us.

(clicking)

It's working.

You say that like

you weren't sure it would.

I wasn't.

But let's not sweat

the small stuff, okay?

(growling)

(engine starts)

(shrieks)

Nowhere to run, demon.

You're encircled

in a ring of gold.

(shrieks)

(hissing)

It's trapped.

Now we finish this.

(shrieking)

Its eyes are doing the thing!

Crane, another arrow!

Jenny! Now!

(engine starts)

(shrieks)

Jake, Alex! Come on!

(hissing)

(shrieking)

(rumbling)

Mission: Gold Solution

was a smashing success.

You know-- No.

Uh, uh...

Operation, uh,

Hangry Demon Take...

Jake.

Yeah.

Just drop it.

Okay.

Actually, I'd go

with smashing success.

Dreyfuss is a madman,

but he has a method.

True. When he was assembling

the Philosopher's Stone,

he released monsters

with a purpose.

So we do a sweep,

top to bottom,

see if we can spot

anything off-kilter.

I'll take

the north end.

Breaking into a government

building after hours.

She can stay.

Indeed.

She has adjusted admirably.

As have you and I.

We've gathered quite

the formidable troop.

Long may we reign.

This is about the apartment

down the hall, isn't it?

3C.

It is a shade shabby,

but the spirit

of the neighborhood

more than makes up for it.

(chuckles)

Yeah, I'm really...

I'm okay with my trailer.

For now.

You know,

with the respect

and admiration you command

from our new compatriots,

and with...

Well, you're fully aware that

I consider you as much family...

Crane.

Don't make it weird.

I'm not making anything weird.

All I'm trying to say,

if you will allow me, is that...

...you also have

more of a home than you know.

I got offered a job today.

And it's out of town.

Way out of town.

A really interesting gig,

doing just what I love,

finding something special,

uncovering mysteries.

Congratulat...

Uh, have you accepted?

Not yet, but...

I didn't say no.

I think

it's just because

I wouldn't just be

a part of something.

It... it'd be... my own thing.

DIANA:

Hey, I think I found something!

There was a tour guide with a

bunch of schoolkids here earlier

when Crane and I

first came to the building.

And in that security footage,

Jobe paused here and looked up.

I think that's

what he was looking at.

CRANE:

Lady Justice.

Blind, equivocal...

and missing something.

There was a set

of golden scales up there.

Now they're gone.

We need to return to the Vault,

try to glean

what our enemy is planning.

Why do we bother

to talk children

into wishing upon stars?

Pinpricks of light from

hundreds of thousands

of years ago,

which we have

breathlessly assigned patterns

and form and meaning to...

from a ridiculously simplistic

perspective.

We really need to teach

future generations

to bring about real

material change,

not pin their hopes

on the ephemeral.

You've killed the poetry,

Malcolm.

All the more room for reason

and logic to stand tall.

Scale me, my friend.

Charged as the hunger demon fed.

What an interesting dichotomy.

Overflowing with famine.

My young and rather stylish

Rider of Pestilence.

And my ambitious,

social climbing,

and savagely hungry...

Rider of Famine.

Just two more spaces

left to fill, my friend.

And I'm hoping the

Dark Rider of Death

will be strong enough

to rejoin us soon.

The condition for his recovery

will be attended to

immediately, Malcolm.

And that will leave just

one last totem, Jobe.

War.

ALEX:

So Dreyfuss

vandalized the Eisenhower

Building,

and took the Scales of Justice.

Yes. A set

of golden scales.

Uh, it's not always seen

in the hands of Lady Themis.

CRANE:

Correct, Master Wells.

Scales are a totem

in many mythologies.

In the Zodiac,

Libra is a symbol

of logic and balance.

In biblical texts,

the scales are a symbol

of dread and primal power.

Oh, no.

Malcolm Dreyfuss

raised a djinn

in order to spread

a supernatural pestilence.

Now he raises a hunger demon

in order to spread

a supernatural famine.

I hope you're not thinking

what I think you're thinking.

You are thinking what I was.

Our enemy Dreyfuss

seeks to raise the Four Horsemen

of the Apocalypse.

And we alone can stop him.

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