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♪ Oh, beautiful ♪

♪ For spacious skies... ♪

JENNY:

A long time ago,

there was a land called

America.

Where food was aplenty,

people were free,

and there was more TV

than you could ever imagine.

(children laugh)

Seriously.

You could watch anything.

Even shows about cupcake wars.

But...

then along came the Dreyfuss.

CHILDREN:

Boo!

He took the power

from the people

and he kept it all for himself.

The world you grew up in

was one he created.

America was no longer America.

But there were those

who fought back.

Brave people like

your moms and dads,

who refuse to accept

the darkness,

have been fighting for years

for freedom.

To bring down the Dreyfuss.

I heard if you chop

the Dreyfuss' arm off,

he grows another arm.

My brother says if you look

directly at him, your eyes melt.

(all murmuring)

(chuckles)

I'm sure you've all

heard lots of stories,

but he is

just a man.

One who can

and will be defeated.

Now, I want to thank you all

for these lovely pictures.

And remember, we don't

talk about this class

with anyone, right?

Yes.

Because if we

talk about freedom...

CHILDREN:

The Riders will come.

Very good.

We have a

code black.

How long?

Five, six

minutes out.

Okay, children,

that's all for today.

Find your safety buddies

and head to the common area.

Your parents will

meet you there. Bye.

(indistinct chatter)

Which one is it?

It's all of them.

Damn.

Tell Julian priority

is getting everyone to safety.

Go.

Let's hope you're as good

as advertised.

(horse neighs)

JENNY:

Fire!

Aah!

(grunts)

(screaming, shrieking)

(grunts)

(grunts)

Fall back!

Fall back!

Run!

Come on.

(high-pitched ringing)

(gunfire, shouting continues)

(grunts)

Molly.

Don't call me that.

I'm not calling you by the name

Dreyfuss gave you.

He gave me more than a name.

He gave me a life.

One based on lies.

You have to know that.

What I know is I

finally caught you.

Malcolm wanted your execution

to be public

to show everyone

what we do to terrorists.

So you're gonna kill me?

I don't think you can.

You know that this is wrong.

You should be fighting Dreyfuss

for turning your mother

into this.

My mother is dead.

And your attempts at

mind games are pathetic.

I'm not lying.

Ask Crane. Crane...

Who's long dead.

You sure about that?

Everything you have been told

is a lie.

Molly, lis...

I told you not to call me that!

It's your name!

It's who you are.

Who I am? Do you

want to know who I am?

I'm the girl who lost her mother

because of you and Crane.

The teenager who

Malcolm Dreyfuss saved

from a life of misery.

The woman who's

going to make sure

that nobody else gets hurt

the way that you hurt me.

And I'm the one

who'll make you pay.

(grunts)

(groans)

(gasping)

Diana.

I'm sorry.

I failed.

No. No, it can't be.

DREYFUSS:

This is Delilah's Dagger.

Legend has it this blade

can cut through any substance.

Even a Horseman's armor.

We're lucky she wasn't able

to do more harm with it.

Malcolm, I...

I saw something.

Yeah?

Jenny told me something

crazy about War.

She that said War

was actually...

Lara.

Jenny Mills--

she was just a creature

of dark times.

Someone who was desperate enough

to say anything.

About me, about you,

and... even about your mother.

I-I never said that

she mentioned my mother.

Well...

if you didn't, trust me--

I've heard that lie

many times before.

Many times.

Malcolm, you emptied

the prisons, right?

After executing Crane and

the other political prisoners?

My dear, you've got to stop

letting these whispers

get to you.

Please.

I'm sorry, Malcolm.

It's okay.

Don't you worry.

Come here.

Yeah. That's all right.

Hey, if I can't be here

to ease your mind,

then what good am I, right?

(door clangs open)

LARA: Hello?

Anybody here?

Hello?

You're dead.

You're supposed to be dead.

Molly.

Don't... don't call me that.

Oh, no.

He changed your name.

Oh, you mustn't let him.

Don't let him... don't let him

take your history.

Your family, your...

My mother--

what happened to her?

Dreyfuss transformed her

into the Horseman of War.

But you know this,

don't you?

All this time...

it's all been a lie.

Molly...

All of it.

I am happy to see you well.

Not sure how well I am

right now.

What did he tell you?

He told me that you believed

I was special,

while my mother

wanted to protect me...

Yes, you-you are special.

And your mother did want

to protect you,

she wanted it very much.

We all did.

We wanted to help you,

we wanted to help you...

grow as a Witness.

(sighs)

There is no such thing.

No, now, that

is Dreyfuss speaking.

We are the Witnesses.

Why do you think

he's kept me in here,

locked up, for years?

It is because he wants to know

that he has control

of the both of us.

I need to get you

out of here.

No.

W... We can, we can run.

We can hide

up north.

There is nowhere on Earth

where the Horsemen

will not find me.

No, no, no, no,

I have to make this right.

There is another way.

Everything hinges on the moment

Dreyfuss shot your mother.

If we stop that from happening,

we can prevent this world

from ever existing.

What do you, what do you mean,

stop this from happening?

A very long time ago, my wife

Katrina attempted

to change history

by jumping back into the past

using a powerful invocation

known as the Traveler Spell.

The Traveler Spell.

It can be located in an

ancient volume of black magic

known as the Grand Grimoire.

Here. Molly.

Find it...

and you can save us all.

But to do so...

you must save your mother.

Go, go, go, go.

(reciting in Latin)

(whooshing)

DREYFUSS:

Lara!

Please...

don't do this.

I know the truth, Malcolm.

I know what you did.

What-what did I do? I...

I rescued you from darkness,

Lara.

I gave you a life

of privilege.

You took my mother from me!

Lara...

no.

No, that wasn't me.

That was fate.

Some things

really are

just meant to be.

So even if you go back,

you won't be able

to change anything.

We'll see about that.

Lara!

(gunshots)

(whooshing)

LARA: When Dreyfuss creates

the Horseman of War,

it's the beginning of the end.

Malcolm,

you don't have to do this.

(gunshot)

Mom!

(gasps)

I did it.

I saved you.

(exhales)

Agent Thom...

No.

DIANA:

Oh, my God.

(Crane gasping)

Well, I did not see that coming.

I can feel it.

The blood.

The fear.

(demonically):

I...

am become...

War.

(chuckles)

But you know what?

I think we can work with that.

♪ ♪

(clanking)

War,

what is it

good for?

Absolutely everything.

I truly did not want

this to happen. I mean,

I had big plans

for Crane.

But I guess

you got to learn to roll

with the unexpected

in life, right?

Bring him back.

Bring back Crane.

It's kind of a one-way ticket.

Yeah. I mean,

that's-that's why

my plan was to shoot you.

Forgive me, but

you're expendable.

You, on the

other hand...

I could really use someone

like you.

(chuckles)

Actually,

sounds like I already

have. Or I will

one day come to

use you. Right?

Boy, time travel sure

complicates verb tenses,

doesn't it?

I'll make it simple:

screw you.

I knew there was a reason

I liked you.

Well, I got a funny

feeling I'll be...

seeing you again sooner

or later.

Would you be so

kind as to, uh...

kill them, please?

DIANA:

Crane...

...you can fight this.

(grunts)

We need to go!

♪ ♪

(tires screech)

I think we're okay.

(mutters)

What are you doing?

Just hold on a second.

Mom?

Oh, thank God.

You okay?

Uh, yeah, why wouldn't I be?

I'll explain later.

Just... nothing weird

has happened, right?

Well, I mean,

Evie tried to stuff

20 marshmallows in her mouth

and Maddie showed us

her double-jointed elbow.

But other than that, no.

Okay. Honey, I'm just gonna come

get you, all right?

Now?

Yes.

Right now, yes.

No.

I mean, we're about

to make French toast.

Honey, I'll call you back, okay?

Just do not go anywhere.

Okay. Bye.

What?

The safest thing for her is to

stay where she is, away from us.

Are you kidding? You said

that Dreyfuss is gonna take her.

Not for years. He wanted to make

sure I knew what misery was

before arriving

to save me from it.

And after you...

after you went away,

they tried looking for Dad.

Mitch.

And he was reported

missing in action,

so I got shuffled around

in the system.

Malcolm found me there.

I cannot understand this.

I can't.

You're Molly,

but you're not my Molly?

I am Molly,

just from another time.

And now that I've come back

and changed everything,

the young girl

who is your daughter

will have

a completely different future.

We'll always be

two different people.

I just... I don't know

what kind of future it'll be.

Crane, uh,

he wasn't meant to be shot.

Meaning what, that Dreyfuss

might still take over the world?

I-I don't know.

Well, if we save Crane,

then maybe it'll stop Dreyfuss.

Yeah, maybe.

But then what if Dreyfuss

still goes after Molly?

I don't... I don't know,

I don't know.

Okay? None of this

should have happened.

And nothing that I remember

will happen anymore.

I don't know what's

to come in the future.

Welcome to the club.

We got your message.

We've already started

researching how to save Crane.

So this is

really...

Not-so-little Molly.

Lara. No one's

called me Molly in years.

Years.

As in years from now.

And I thought, uh, Crane's

time travel act was trippy.

Save the questions

for later.

What'd you find?

Not much.

There's practically

no literature

on how to save someone

who's become a Horseman.

Because it's not possible.

I saw a piece

of what was inside War,

and what was left wasn't human.

I don't believe that.

Crane's blood.

What?

That means he's still flesh

and blood in there.

Okay. This means we

can still save him.

What about Dreyfuss?

If anybody knows about this kind

of transformation,

it's him.

Yeah, probably,

but there's no way to

get close to him now.

His security is on high alert.

We barely escaped

from that compound alive.

Compound?

Yeah, outside of Camp David.

We got pictures.

They were taken outside

of Catoctin State Park.

(light rattling)

Here.

This is bad.

Dreyfuss has

the Horsemen

in striking distance

of the president.

JAKE: Look, they're not

the Fab Four yet.

We saw

the coffins, okay?

The one for Death

is still open.

No doubt Dreyfuss

is working on filling

that vacancy very soon.

I've located the rune we need

to recharge Death's totem.

It was shielded from my senses.

But nothing stays hidden

forever.

Not from me.

I love it when you get

all ominous like that.

Gives me the best kind

of chills.

Ah.

And right on cue.

Oh. Ho, ho, ho.

What happened here?

They actually

managed to hurt you?

Unlike our other

hosts, Crane

didn't have the

opportunity to fully bond

with the

Avatar of War.

A short regenerative

period should restore him.

(grunts)

By the time I return...

...he should be

at full strength.

Well, what are you

standing here for?

Go get me my last Horseman.

(sucks air through teeth,

exhales)

DIANA: First things first,

we save Crane.

That'll also deny Dreyfuss

one of the Horsemen.

But we don't know

where Crane is.

Or much less how to save him.

And I'm telling you again,

you don't want to

mess with the

Dark Riders.

(alarm sounding,

windows slamming)

That's Banneker's security

system; it means that there's

a supernatural

threat in the Vault.

Just spread out,

be careful.

(man clears throat)

Oh, I'm sorry,

am I interrupting?

It's remarkable.

A bit of my soul

trapped in

a creature's

foul humors,

mingles with

the blood of War,

and I am whole again.

What a serendipitous

conception.

But I suppose all birth

is a miracle.

I-I mean you no harm.

I-I was conceived

out of Ichabod Crane's

memories, and as such,

I am the son

he chose to remember.

(scoffs)

That's funny.

The Henry Parrish I remember

was a real bastard.

Yes, I-I had my share of demons,

both literally and figuratively.

This is

Crane's son?

He's kind of old.

Tell that to your grown

daughter over there.

Point taken.

Your colleagues have been

gone for some time.

You sure they're

all right?

They're resetting

the security system

so we can get out of here.

HENRY: Oh!

Maybe not all of us.

Out of curiosity,

how did you come to find

the Horseman of War's blood?

It's Crane's blood.

Only the essence of War

should've been able

to rouse my spirit,

given that I once wore

the Horseman's mantle.

So I don't...

Ichabod has become

the Horseman of War, hasn't he?

Huh.

Like father, like son.

Or is it the other way around?

Is this guy

telling the truth?

He was the

Horseman of War?

JENNY: Long story,

but yeah.

Okay, so that means that

we can bring people back

if they've

been turned.

Trust me, we can't do it

like we did it with him.

HENRY: There is

another way.

I know of a-a

decoupling ceremony.

It was going

to be performed

by a powerful witch

to release the human soul

from the Horseman of Death.

Katrina.

Crane's wife?

Yes.

She wanted to release

Abraham van Brunt

from the Headless Horseman, but

she died before she could try.

Oh, no, Malcolm cornered

the market on all spellbooks,

and if such a thing existed, it

would've been in his collection.

I've never seen,

never heard

of such a ritual.

No, you wouldn't

have found it.

Crane kept all

of Katrina's

possessions back at

their old place

in Sleepy Hollow.

Oh, how did I know that we were

gonna get dragged back there

one way or another?

LARA:

Wait, you're gonna

believe the man who was a jar

of goo five minutes ago?

JAKE:

Okay, we're about

to raise the barriers.

Stand back!

Unless anyone has any better

ideas than the jar of goo?

♪ ♪

LARA:

A Masonic cell? Is this place

strong enough to hold him?

We held the Horseman of Death

in here once.

Should be strong enough.

Okay, got it. We'll be right up.

That was Alex and Jake.

They need us in the Archives

right away. They've got

something they

need us to see.

Perhaps I could be

of more assistance?

I think we've got it

under control.

It's just that I would like

to do more for my father.

Shakespeare said,

"It is a wise

father that knows

his own child."

In my case, the wisdom had

to come to the child, as well.

Your track record

as the good son is a bit spotty.

I-I don't fault you

for being cautious, Jenny Mills.

Just know

that I have been reborn...

in a very literal sense.

I'd like to believe that, Henry,

but I just can't.

Not yet.

I understand.

Not all reawakening is welcome.

At this moment,

the Avatar of War

is breaking my father's

psyche down, bit by bit,

and soon

there will be nothing left

of the man known

as Ichabod Crane.

You must reach him

before that happens.

Save him.

For that is a rebirth

no one wants to see.

It's a question of which Henry

we're dealing with,

because if it's the Bad Henry,

then he can cause...

...a lot of damage.

We found it like this.

Either the Archives

has a serious

raccoon problem...

Or someone pulled

an old smash-and-grab.

You should see this.

Oh, no.

(gasps)

Spare jewelry?

Something slightly

more valuable.

The most dangerous magical

items in our possession.

This is still fresh.

We have a chance of catching up

to whoever did this

if we act fast.

Yeah, it would help

if we knew what was taken.

Well, knowing our track

record, I'm guessing

it's something that'll give

your nightmares nightmares.

I can figure out what it is,

but it's gonna take time

and Crane.

Divide and conquer.

You guys work on this,

I'll get the spellbook.

You said it was in a cabin?

Yeah, Corbin's cabin.

It's where Crane used to live.

Look, no offense,

but your magical know-how

isn't exactly state-of-the-art.

You could end up grabbing

her recipe collection.

LARA:

I'll go with her.

I know my way

around spellbooks.

You good with that?

(sighs)

Think I can handle it.

You still draw?

Uh, not much.

What about soccer?

Look, I can tell you right now,

my life didn't turn out

anything like

you thought it would.

You're angry with me.

I was, for a long time.

I remember learning

you were dead, and feeling numb,

and then angry,

and then miserable.

You and Crane had told me

how I was special,

and how I would never be alone.

But I was alone,

and that made me angry again.

And that's when

Dreyfuss came to you?

Yeah.

He was kind.

He-he was my father.

No, come on.

That's the way that I saw it.

That's why I told myself

that the things that I did

for him were okay,

but now that I'm here,

telling you about all the evil

that I've done...

(sighs)

I know this isn't the life

you wanted for me.

Hey, listen,

the only thing that matters

is that you survived.

If there's anything I've learned

from my time with Crane,

it's that you do not know what's

coming around that corner.

Think you have it all

under control, and then,

one day,

a 250-year-old British guy

shows up and tells you

that your little daughter is

a Biblically-prophesied Witness.

Malcolm told me the Witnesses

was just some story that you...

No, it's not.

It's what you are.

You should know that

by me coming here,

the future has been rewritten.

No matter what happens,

Molly-- your Molly--

she won't end up like me.

Thank you for giving her back

her future.

Let's hope it's a future

worth having.

JENNY:

Thracian Phial,

Jincan venom,

the Egg of Asag.

So that just leaves...

Damn.

What is it?

The Draugur Stone.

A Norse artifact

that can raise the undead.

Undead? Kind of

like zombies?

(whooshing)

Exactly like zombies.

What'd I tell you? Nightmares.

I've seen a drawing

of this before.

At Dreyfuss' cabin.

He must have sent his

demonic gofer to retrieve it.

So in addition

to everything,

Dreyfuss can now harness

the power of the undead.

Harness.

That's what he's doing.

Dreyfuss is charging up

artifacts

to raise the Horsemen.

The final totem left

is Death's Axe.

What if Dreyfuss wants

to harness

the power of the undead

to charge the axe?

JENNY:

A charged axe

would allow him to revive

the Horseman of Death.

He would need to raise

bodies with strong

spiritual ties

to the Horseman.

Uh, family, relatives.

Followers.

The Horseman used to command

an elite group of Hessians,

mercenaries whose

devotion to him

bordered on fanatical.

Where might these Hessians be?

They all drowned

when Washington sank their boat

in the Hudson.

(water gurgling)

They were on their way

to launch an attack.

An attack on Sleepy Hollow.

(grunting)

What's a spellbook

look like?

A book with spells in it.

Very helpful.

Okay, I think

I got something.

Here.

"Incantantio Separatio."

Spell for separation.

This must be it.

Problem?

Let me guess.

It's insanely difficult

and requires some

impossible-to-find ingredient,

like tears of a unicorn

or dragon's spleen.

No, it's actually fairly simple.

It's basically just a ritual

to reach into someone's mind

and communicate

with a trapped spirit.

I could do it

right here.

The hard part isn't the spell,

it's convincing the imprisoned

soul to come back to our world.

Crane's made it back

from situations like this.

He can do it.

Okay. All I need is, uh,

something that holds a piece

of his essence.

Like a piece of clothing?

A photo?

Or you.

The soul of

a loved one

can create a powerful

psychic bridge.

Okay.

What do we do?

Okay, we got to clear a space.

Oh, and dragon spleens?

You definitely don't want

to mess with that stuff.

Totally messed up

a friend of mine.

You're joking, right?

Yeah, I am.

You always were easy.

JOBE: I thank you

for lending me your energies.

Now you are free

to answer

your master's last call.

Will you at last

bring death to Sleepy Hollow?

(roaring cheers)

JAKE: So, zombie Hessians are

gonna wipe out Sleepy Hollow?

That's what the undead

usually do:

try to finish

their unfinished business.

Okay.

Greek fire rounds.

All of the pop of

the unquenchable mystical flame,

but in projectile form.

These should take out

the Hessians.

And so,

what's the catch?

These are all we've got.

Make every shot count.

Right, so, no

pressure at all.

Hey, you've got this.

Trust me,

I've seen what you can do.

That's right,

we got this.

Yeah, we'll... just... let's go.

(reciting in Latin)

DIANA:

Who are you?

Ichabod Crane.

Is this Agency 355?

...in a dream.

DIANA: Dreams.

I ask if it bothers you,

you just change the subject.

CRANE:

Molly shall know no fear.

DIANA:

That's what we are,

a team.

♪ ♪

Crane?

I'm here to get you out.

CRANE:

Get out!

You can't be here!

I'm afraid! He'll come for me.

Go away!

LARA: This is some kind

of transformation chamber.

A chrysalis created

inside your psyche,

so all of this has been

constructed in your head.

CRANE:

Get away from here!

What do you want?

He's going to hurt us!

The voices are anger,

disgust, fear.

Primal emotions.

At this moment,

the Avatar of War

is breaking my father's

psyche down bit by bit.

You are being deconstructed.

Easier for the Horseman

to take over your soul

if you're in pieces.

Okay, so...

how do we put Humpty Dumpty

back together again?

(metal clanks)

(grunts)

CRANE (echoing):

He's here, he's here...

He's here! He's here!

He's here. He's here.

Yeah, no kidding.

He's here, he's here.

He's here!

JAKE: So are these zombies

slow or fast?

JENNY:

They ain't slow.

ALEX:

But you beat them before, right?

Yes, barely.

(snarling in distance)

Go, go, go.

Okay, don't engage

until they're close.

Take it one shot

at a time.

And remember,

watch each other's backs.

ALEX: Okay.

JENNY: Ready?

(guns cocking)

Now!

Is that it?

Did we get them all?

(laughs)

Messin' with the Hessians.

Am I right?

Huh?

Shh.

(footsteps approaching)

You had to say something.

Why has there always

got to be a round two?

Crane, the Horseman is trying

to make you lose yourself.

Remember who you are.

I remember how you were there

for a confused girl.

I had forgotten,

but not anymore.

I remember you.

You are Ichabod Crane.

(groans)

(coughs)

(gasps)

Lara?

(grunting)

There's something else, Crane.

Another reason why you can't

let this bastard win.

It's this bond between us.

I tried to forget it,

but it's part of who I am.

I guess I've always known,

even when Malcolm told me

that it wasn't real.

You and I...

we are the Witnesses.

Yes, we are.

All right.

All right, all right.

All right, rest here.

Mom always said you had a flair

for the dramatic.

Yes, well, your mother

is incorrigible.

(chuckles)

And thanks to you,

I am no longer bound

to the Horseman of War.

So why are we still here?

Not that the inside

of your psyche

isn't comfy and all.

Before I fully disengage

from the Horseman,

I want to use his power

for one final deed.

(breathing unsteadily)

All right, all right.

"And if any man will hurt them,

"fire proceedeth

out of their mouths

and devoureth their enemies."

Hey, I remember that.

In the Bible,

about the Witnesses.

You-you told me that

at my birthday.

Do you remember what

I told you it meant?

Yeah.

That I'll never be alone.

(gasps)

(panting)

Are you okay?

I think so.

Crane-- did you reach him?

Yes. He's free.

Oh. Okay.

And he told me

to tell you something.

He told me that you should

let Molly have

that new cell phone

that she's been asking for.

He did, did he?

Oh, yeah.

And those earrings.

The big...

Yeah. I know the ones, yeah.

He said he had something

to take care of.

I'm out.

Me, too.

Look out.

(horse neighs)

(horse snorting)

(pained groans)

Crane?

Crane...

(groans)

Are you all right?

Yes, yes.

I am pleased to see all of you.

Same. Now how the hell

did you do that?

Lara and Agent Thomas.

They succeeded in

freeing my spirit

from the clutches

of the Horseman.

But before I fully divested

from the avatar,

I took advantage of its power

to come to your aid.

Wait, so instead of the Horseman

controlling you,

you were controlling it?

As they say, turnabout is...

Is freaking awesome!

(others chuckle)

Close enough.

So does this mean War's

gone for good?

I fear not.

I can still faintly

hear its siren call.

Which means it has not left

this earthly plane.

Three guesses who's

going to be trying

to get it back in the game.

Malcolm,

there is a problem.

Crane's allies were able

to release him.

He is no longer

the Horseman of War.

How, Jobe?

Not to fear.

War's spirit was not destroyed,

it was but separated

from Crane's.

It can be recalled, provided

you have the right host.

One whose soul has already been

primed to be the Horseman.

Perhaps I'll do.

(Dreyfuss laughs)

Jobe, what, uh...

Who the hell is this guy?

Malcolm, allow me

to introduce to you

Henry Parrish,

son of Ichabod Crane,

and former host

to the Horseman of War.

"Rightful."

The word he is looking for is

the rightful host for

the Horseman of War.

Thank you for freeing me

from those unpleasant quarters.

Don't mention it.

Jobe, Jobe...

Jobe, Jobe.

(chuckles)

Uh, you seem to be

saying, "Hey, Malcolm,

"this random man

out of the woods,

this is Crane's son."

As if we've got every

reason in the world

to trust Crane's son.

Henry Parrish is not on

the same team as his father.

Though I do play

the part rather well,

if I say so myself.

"I-I mean you no harm.

"I was conceived out of

Ichabod Crane's memories...

"...and-and as such,

I am the son

that he chose to remember."

What fools these mortals be.

Henry, is it?

I think this is the beginning

of a revolutionary friendship.

What do you say we go inside

and have a little chat, huh?

Would you care for a drink?

Oh, would, uh...

would you happen

to have hot tea?

Oh, Henry, you know,

I have a sneaking suspicion

that can be arranged.

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