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♪ ♪

Shall we begin, Father?

If we must.

You were the offended

party, Henry.

(sighs)

I demand satisfaction.

Very

well.

To the death.

JENNY:

Ten paces.

Turn.

Fire at will.

My money is on

the warlock.

Will this war between us

never end, Henry?

It ends... today.

You tried to usurp me

as the Horseman of War.

Now that I have

what is rightfully mine,

I will be free of you.

(groans)

I brought you

into this world, Henry.

I will free you from it.

(grunts)

♪ ♪

(panting)

That was intense.

Indeed.

As mystical visions go, that

was... surprisingly visceral.

Tapping into

the vestiges

of your connection

with

the Horseman of

War

probably amped

up the volume.

At least we know what

happened to Henry.

(groans)

He said, in the vision, he

had what was rightfully his.

He's taken back

the mantle of

war.

We need confirmation.

Alex has been working on a way

to surveil Dreyfuss's

position.

Right. We should make haste.

DIANA: You spent a lot

of time here, huh?

In the future

you're from?

Not my best days.

We don't have to talk about it.

No, no.

I-I want to.

You know Dreyfuss has

a thing for artifacts.

Yeah.

He sent Jobe and

I

to raid this place,

clear it

of everything valuable.

You and Jobe?

Yeah.

Jobe was tasked

as

a sort of a guardian to me.

Everything that I know

about the supernatural

I learned from him.

Oh.

And I feel bad leaving Molly

with a nanny

while I try

to stop the Apocalypse.

(chuckles)

I'd like to meet Molly.

When this is over.

Just tell her that she'll never

have to live the life I did.

When the time's right,

of course. Yeah.

Thanks.

Oh, my God, you're staying.

This is a one-way

trip for you.

You can't go

back.

Yeah, I-I weigh that

against saving

you

and giving Molly a chance

at a life with you.

It's not even a contest.

Oh.

It says here that the Four

Horsemen may be more powerful

together than separately.

Mm, like the Beatles.

Their solo work

never had that same magic.

Are we good?

I brought you

a cruller yesterday.

If you don't understand what

a fish-cake emoticon means...

Did I do or

say

something to offend you?

No.

In fact, the opposite.

Okay.

(door opens)

Miss Alex,

any progress in gaining a

view

of Dreyfuss' encampment?

I was able to get an aerial POV

from about a half mile up.

I'm still working on

trying

to get a thermal

image.

Mind if I give it a whirl?

Yeah.

It's been a while

since I've hacked a

satellite.

The symbols.

All four have been lit.

Our fears were not

unfounded, Miss Jenny.

ALEX: Camp David is only

ten miles from him.

Do we call Secret Service

and warn the president?

And tell them

what?

It's the end of times?

And hashtag

"Revelations is true"?

DIANA:

He's

right.

If I call and say,

"Malcolm Dreyfuss has opened

the Book of Revelations,"

they're gonna put me

in the nuthouse.

JENNY:

We've got

movement.

Four bogies

leaving the compound.

That can only mean one thing.

The Horsemen

have been loosed.

(horses neighing,

loud thudding hoofbeats)

Delta, this is Alpha.

We got

hostiles

on approach.

MAN (over radio): Copy that,

Alpha. Sending in QRS.

Take 'em down!

(indistinct shouting)

(indistinct radio transmission)

(horse neighing)

My God, what is this?

A terrorist attack?!

(loud thudding)

What... are you?

Forgive me,

Madam President.

I'm afraid my associate--

he isn't much of

a conversationalist.

Malcolm Dreyfuss?

My fellow Americans,

my name is Malcolm Dreyfuss,

and your president--

I'm afraid

she is now my prisoner.

That showed up on

DHS servers an hour ago.

He has to know they'd never

concede to his insane

demands.

My sources say the first strike

is happening in six hours.

Well, the Horsemen

are gonna crush them.

Which is precisely what he

wants-- a show of force.

Not if we get there first.

And-and do what?

The Horsemen are unstoppable.

Dreyfuss is the key.

He summoned the Horsemen,

bound them to himself.

If he dies, do they?

But the immortality issue

puts us back to square one.

In a few hours,

his riders are going

to wreck the U.S. military

and crush our democracy.

CRANE:

Well, then,

if we are to stop the Four

Horsemen of the Apocalypse

from harming the president

and destroying all we hold dear,

we must find a

way

to kill an immortal man.

♪ ♪

In the Rauoskinna, Hodr

the Blind killed an immortal

god,

Balder the Brave, with

a mistletoe arrow.

Enchanted by the trickster Loki.

It was a one-off, no use to us.

This place

is filled with ways of disposing

supernatural creatures.

Isn't there something

we can use?

I think I know someone

who could help us

with our immortality issue.

I spent a lot of time

with Jobe in the future.

He'd been sidelined by Dreyfuss.

Okay, in the

here and now,

Jobe and Dreyfuss

are pretty tight.

LARA: I know him.

Even if he doesn't

know it yet.

If I can contact him,

tell him that he has more

to lose than he can imagine.

CRANE: How do we begin

such a conversation?

The last

of my spell crystals.

Quasi per

aquam.

JOBE:

More Atlantean magic.

I still owe you

for the last time

you used one of those, girl.

We came to treat

with you, demon.

Good luck with that.

Now that I know where you are,

I think I'll pay you a visit,

bring my master

your still-beating hearts.

LARA: He grows bored

with you,

Jobe.

Has you run his errands,

collect his baubles.

Is that the fate a demon

like you deserves?

A Prince of Pain from

the Sixth Circle of Hell?

Soon enough, your only confidant

will be the teenage girl

that you babysit.

You serve the

Lord of Lies.

Tell me, am I lying?

The truth?

What does it matter?!

Dreyfuss' immortality

poses a problem.

You cannot

help

us, not directly,

but you can direct us

to someone,

or something, that can.

You two Witnesses.

(groans)

Via ad Infernum!

(groans)

My master will show you

the torments you deserve!

DIANA:

That Latin--

an insult, I assume?

Roughly: "Go to Hell."

No, no, no, no, no.

"Via ad

Infernum,"

taken in the imperative,

can be translated literally:

"travel to Hell."

He was very specific.

It wasn't an insult.

It was a directive.

JENNY: So Jobe

told us to go to Hell

to get some help from the Devil?

Not all of us. Just us

two Witnesses, apparently.

(sighs)

This is nuts. Really.

I've already

lost one partner this year.

Agent Thomas,

I have found a way back

from Purgatory, the

Catacombs,

and New Jersey.

We will return.

You better.

ALEX:

Okay, we still need a way

to bypass the Horsemen

to get to Dreyfuss.

Or at least hold them at bay.

JENNY: On it.

And if Hell has a gift shop,

I'd like a snow globe.

"I went to

Hell

and all I got

was this

lousy

T-shirt."

Funny.

You, uh, pick

this spot for any

mystical or magical reasons?

Far from it.

According to this tome

you showed me,

it can be any place

of our choosing.

I chose here because

it's the one place I know where

the neighbors won't bat an

eye

at a gaping hellhole.

You ready?

Yeah.

Say this with me.

BOTH:

"Ostium

apertum...

"Aditum ad Pueros...

Flamma..."

(knocking)

"Itchabob" Crane.

I'm here to install

your new modem.

It's Ichabod.

And I thought we scheduled

for Thursday

next?

Oops. Got our wires crossed.

Oops.

But I'm here now.

So let's get

that Mbps rate blazing.

When I'm through you'll be able

to play your video games,

watch your porn,

and video chat your grandma

without any lag.

Right,

well, I'm a little

preoccupied now,

so could we

reschedule?

CABLE GUY:

Are you available

between the hours

of 8:00 a.m. to 9:00 p.m.

three weeks from today?

If the world hasn't ended

in fiery apocalypse, then...

...yes.

Three weeks

today.

The torments of the damned

have already begun.

Where were we?

"Ostium

apertum...

"Aditum ad Pueros...

Flamma ignis."

CRANE:

I know this

place.

Valley Forge. Midwinter.

Stands to reason.

This truly was

Hell on Earth.

I'm not seeing

what you're seeing.

But it is a hell

that I know well.

St. Agatha's

Orphanage.

Where I was sent

after my mother died.

I'm here.

As a little girl.

I can see myself.

Sartre was

only half right.

Hell is not merely other people.

It is the damned places

we carry with us.

That's some grim real estate.

I can only imagine.

Coming back to this time

you have an opportunity

to revisit who you are...

...and everything you can be.

Some things you can't change,

no matter

how far back in time you travel.

Adrift in a time

that is not my own.

Trapped in a world I never made.

Solitude may

seem like respite.

But in your younger self

and your mother,

I found comfort.

Please never forget that

in this time,

I have not abandoned you.

And I never will.

I mean that as a Witness

and as a friend.

I appreciate that.

Come.

Down to the center of the pit.

LARA:

There's a door.

Words in Latin.

Yes.

I see it, too.

"Abandon all

hope,

ye who enter here."

At least we're in

the right place.

Ever since Dreyfuss

started raising Horsemen,

I've been combing through

these history books looking for

anything we could use

against them, and, so far,

nada.

You checked the histories,

but, um...

how about the shelf

they sit on?

These look more than decorative.

"Sa."

One of the symbols

that let us onto J Street.

It's a switch.

Here, I got these.

It's a hidden volume.

It's dated 1789.

The first entry relates a

meeting between Banneker

and Washington in Sleepy Hollow

at a site of a recently

decommissioned armory.

Sleepy Hollow?

That's your archive.

JAKE: Uh-huh.

It says here

it was redesigned

and improved by Banneker.

Is that Betsy Ross,

Samuel

I told you before--

no one can know

that she was on that mission.

I'll paint over her, sir.

Keep her distinctive

tricorn hat.

We should leave some

small clue that she was there

for future

generations.

Yes, sir.

We shall be finished

refitting the Armory

in a matter of months.

A repository

for powerful mystical artifacts

and weaponry to be used

to battle the forces of evil.

Have you considered

any of the agent candidates

I sent your way?

I'd rather not have anyone

in direct connection

to public office.

When will you forgive me

for the events

that led to Captain Crane's

long slumber?

This place that we have built

together, sir,

is a step in the right

direction.

A legacy

for future generations.

Are you familiar with the Latin,

"E pluribus unum"?

"From out of many, one."

As in the

colonies

forming one nation.

As in all peoples

forming one people.

I mean for this place--

the Vault-- to represent the

best of what our nation can be.

Men and women of all races,

creeds, and beliefs

shall serve its noble cause.

E pluribus unum.

I like it.

Could any of the weapons or

artifacts he was referring to

still be hidden

in the Archive?

Crane and I have been over

every inch of that place.

Wait, no, no.

A later entry posits

that many of the Armory's

greatest treasures

were to go

wherever the Agency did.

(Jake shudders)

Their weapons.

What if these are

four of the artifacts

earmarked for use by Agency 355

in times of need?

Bring that over,

let's take a closer look.

(echoing):

I think I finally see bottom.

(echoing):

We must keep our wits about us.

MAN:

♪ Heaven, I'm in heaven ♪

♪ And my heart beats so that

♪

♪ I can hardly speak ♪

♪ And it seems I find ♪

♪ The happiness I seek ♪

♪ When we're out together ♪

♪ Dancing cheek to cheek. ♪

Welcome to my humble home,

Witnesses.

It took 10,000

wretched souls

an eternity to craft it by hand.

Pleased to meet you.

Are we to assume you

are...

the biblical

Satan?

The serpent

who tempted Eve?

Why box myself in

with definitions?

I'm the Devil you know.

And many you don't.

The one who struck a deal

with Malcolm Dreyfuss.

Before he became immortal.

Now you'll never

get that soul

you bargained for.

I have a contract

with Malcolm Dreyfuss.

Hell abides by rules.

We need to find a way

to kill an immortal man.

Why would I help you

kill Malcolm Dreyfuss?

He's bringing down

an apocalypse.

I deal in souls

in torment.

That would be

a...

conflict of interest?

That doesn't bother you

that he cheated you?

Oh, a contract

is a contract...

(yawning):

is a contract,

and I grow bored

of this conversation.

(laughs)

I've never had a Witness

to tear to

shreds,

and here we have two

for the price of one.

You cannot

keep us here.

We came of our own free will.

And like you said,

Hell has rules.

You cannot trick

us

with cheap

intimidation.

So...

are we going

to pussyfoot around,

or shall we strike a deal?

(laughs)

Alex checked the frame and print

for any runes, sigils,

and symbols, right,

and found a message written

with invisible ink.

Now, with a little help of

copper sulfate and some heat...

Oh!

Voilà.

"E pluribus unum."

And a floor plan

of the Vault,

notated with surveyor marks,

pointing to...

(knocking)

...a spot behind this wall.

Right here.

What?

(knocking)

Yeah.

Okay, I've, uh, fought

magical creatures, demons,

and monsters, but...

I've never defaced

government property.

Whoa.

I think that's pay dirt.

Yeah.

(creaking)

Okay.

Or we just tore up the Vault

for nothing.

Strange time to remodel.

Oh.

You made it back.

Oh.

LARA:

Jobe was trying

to help us,

sent us to the right place.

Mm-hmm. So...

you met the man

downstairs

Yeah, the Father of Lies.

The freaking Devil himself.

Yes, and he gave us something

that might do the trick.

The Philosopher's

Stone.

That turned Dreyfuss immortal.

So, if I can get close enough

to Dreyfuss,

I can use this to reverse

the effects of his immortality

long enough

to deliver a mortal blow.

DIANA:

On our end,

Banneker hid a trove

of magical weapons in here.

Yeah, I don't know

about magical, though.

ALEX:

Yeah, time has

not been kind.

Honestly, I don't even know

how we're gonna use these

against the Horsemen.

All right, stop it.

When I first walked

through these doors,

this was Agency 355

by name only.

But we have, every one of us,

restored it

to its former glory.

So I ask you today, now...

trust me.

God's blood,

trust each other.

Because if Banneker

bequeathed these armaments

to the original heroes

of our agency...

then "age shall not weary them,

nor the years condemn."

And with these

in our hands,

I have no doubt,

as one,

we can only prevail.

(chuckles) We've got

Secret Service men in choppers,

Rangers in the woods,

and we've got

you,

my most glorious warrior.

You are so close

to

crushing them with your...

not-at-all-proverbial

iron bootheel.

(cackles)

My father's coming.

I can feel his bond

with the Armor of War.

♪ ♪

It was not so long ago

that I set my own designs

on an empire.

And it was Ichabod Crane,

for all of my strength

and power and cunning...

he was able to better me.

Henry, my friend,

you are no longer alone.

Can you not see this?

You're part

of something glorious, Henry.

You're part

of something

far greater than yourself.

Trust in this, Henry.

Please.

Trust in me.

♪ ♪

(chuckling)

"Sound the trumpets!

"And let our bloody colors wave!

And either victory,

or else a grave."

The U.S. military

is massing up on Route 77.

If we move quickly,

cut around their flank,

we can still reach

Dreyfuss before them.

Lara took point.

She'll let us know

if we're heading

into any trouble.

Did the Secret Histories volume

we found

say anything about the weapons,

how they work?

It doesn't mean

they won't, okay?

Great. You could've lied to me,

you know. It would've helped.

When we first met Crane and

Diana, we were pencil pushers.

Now we're

the front line.

So if this is the end,

at least we go out strong.

That's a nice spin, I guess.

I was never as blown away

as you were

to find out

that the supernatural was real.

It was like,

"Yeah, that makes sense."

The bigger surprise,

Jake, is that,

for three years, I've been

working with the one person

in the world

that I can't live without

and I never saw it.

Well, those are

more words than I've heard

you say about yourself,

ever, to anyone.

Now, uh,

that's a good reason

to stop the apocalypse.

Damn straight.

LARA: The Riders

are headed this way!

You need to keep the Horsemen

at bay until Agent Thomas

and I can take Dreyfuss out

of the picture.

It's do or die time.

We have a chance...

I have a chance

because of

you.

Just please be

careful.

You might be from the future,

but you're still my baby girl.

You watch your six, Mom.

You, too, old

man.

Stay together.

Hold the line.

"E pluribus unum."

Out of many, one.

♪ ♪

So it's down to you and me

and a chunk of rock

you got from the Devil.

Indeed.

You've come a long way

since Demon John Wilkes Booth,

Agent Thomas.

In fact,

I'd go so far as to say

you found your true calling

in the war against

the supernatural.

(crackling)

I don't see War.

At least we have

the advantage in numbers.

How is Headless even out

during the daytime?

JAKE:

It's like I said,

they're more powerful

together.

Do we have a plan B?

Besides dying?

Stop!

What are you doing?

I'm unarmed.

So talk to me.

Because we've been here

before, haven't we?

Something is

happening.

JAKE: Whoa. They must

be activated by proximity

to supernatural evil.

Yeah, let's hope

it makes a difference.

There's only one way

to find out.

Hit 'em again!

Yes! Now we're cooking with gas!

Or not!

Henry, please!

I don't think he's in there.

Yes, he is!

My time in the Armor

allows me to see him

and to speak to him.

Henry...

Say your

piece.

Then make your peace.

Different though we are,

we share one thing in common:

freedom.

We both value

freedom

above all else.

You're wrong, Father.

My sole purpose is

destruction and conflict.

I thrive on it, live for it.

War is a part of you, yes.

But it's not

what drives you.

So just ask yourself one thing.

This... anger,

is anger worth

swearing servitude

to the will

of a tyrant?

Is hatred worth

sacrificing your freedom?

I can never forgive you, Father.

Never let the

coal

that burns die down.

But freedom...

Freedo

is a cause

that I would sacrifice all for.

So, for now,

for today,

even in war,

there can be a truce.

(gunshot)

(grunting)

(grunting)

Why hasn't the attack begun?!

Where-where are my Horsemen,

Jobe? Where are they?

They're being fought to a

standstill by Crane's team.

A standstill?

How?!

DIANA:

It's over, Dreyfuss.

Let the commander

in chief go.

Oh, it's over, is it?

It's over?

Is that right?

Dreyfuss,

it is clear you have

a brilliant mind.

You have so much potential

to do good.

Why squander it

on a mad quest for power?

You say squander.

And I say...

I've merely chosen

my destiny. Jobe...

would you be a dear

and fetch me the president?

You know, I'm feeling

a strangely urgent need

to slice her right across...

the neck.

Don't, or I'll shoot.

(coughs)

(clears throat, sniffles)

(inhales)

(clicks tongue, sighs)

(gunshot)

(groaning)

(grunts)

Agent Thomas.

Do you have any idea...

...how much I

paid for this shirt?

This...

This was supposed to be

(laughing):

my victory shirt.

My... Wh...

What?

What's ha-happening?

Why am I still bleeding,

Jobe?

(panting):

Why am I

not healing,

Jobe?

You gave us no choice.

Oh, no.

No, we...

(gasps)

Jobe. Jobe,

I've...

I think I'm really gonna need

your help, my friend.

I know you can help me, Jobe.

I know you can help me.

I'm sorry, Malcolm.

(quietly):

Please...

But it appears your contract

with my employer

has come to an end.

(chuckles)

(bones breaking)

Which makes me a free agent!

(screaming)

It is finished.

We can only hope

the Horsemen have gone with him.

(grunting)

(Lara panting)

Where did they go?

What happened?

It's too early

to call, but...

...I think we just won.

(all chuckling)

Who are you people?

Agent Diana

Thomas.

Homeland

Security.

CRANE:

Agency 355,

to be precise.

Captain Ichabod Crane

at your service,

Madam President.

You people have put me

in a hell of a bind.

If I tell the

truth of what happened,

it upends the entire world's

notion of reality.

On the other hand,

I can't deny

what you did for me...

and the country.

The best course of action

is for you to keep doing

what you're doing,

except you report

directly to me now.

A wise course,

Madam President.

One that would be

more attainable

if I were to be transferred

to the Vault full-time.

That can be arranged.

DIANA: I'd also like

to bring on new staff.

Mr. Crane, Ms. Mills--

they have proven

to be invaluable assets.

Uh...

Whilst it would be

an honor, I...

Technically I'm...

legally

not a United States citizen.

Raise your hand, Mr. Crane.

Welcome to America.

("Don't Get Around Much Anymore"

playing)

(knocking)

I've registered

to vote.

(chuckles)

Oh.

Agent Thomas and Molly.

We're late. Are we?

We're late. I'll grab my

coat.

(sighs)

(music stops)

Maybe it's not a good idea,

Crane.

You're having second thoughts?

For a person

to meet themselves...

I-It could cause

some sort of tear

in the time-space continuum.

Now, that, Miss Lara,

sounds like

a well-crafted excuse

to avoid a difficult situation.

Meeting my mother

has been intense.

Meeting myself?

I don't know that I'm as

ready as I thought I was.

Besides, I'm a piece

of what could have been.

Molly deserves

to have a future

that is free and clear.

And she can,

now that she's no longer

the Witness.

So, since you arrived

in this time,

you and I alone share the bond.

I need to figure out

what that means for me.

Go walkabout for a bit.

Get my head on straight.

Right.

(sighs)

Our fates are intertwined,

Ichabod Crane.

Sooner or later, we'll

be seeing each other again.

Of course we

will.

CRANE:

Lara has gone.

She's traveling the world

she helped to save.

And find her place

within it.

I really wanted to meet her.

I know,

sweetheart.

I'm sure she felt

the same way.

It's just...

complicated.

Molly.

You're free.

When you grow up,

you can choose

to fight evil...

or not.

And the Witness mantle?

I don't have it anymore.

But you bore it

with bravery and aplomb

well beyond your years.

Miss Molly is not

the only one free.

Without the Witness mantle,

you...

I don't have to do this anymore?

You were right when

you said I found my calling.

We're a family.

(phone vibrates)

It's

Jenny.

Something called a Siren may

be singing its song at sea?

Right.

Homework. Dinner.

And then The Bachelor.

Ooh, yeah.

I'm kidding, old man.

(laughs)

(mutters)

Miss Jenny said the creature

was sighted in this vicinity.

We're partners, right?

Partners tell each other

everything?

Yes.

How did you get that piece

of the Philosopher's Stone

from the

Devil?

I... struck a bargain with him.

I know enough

about the supernatural

to know that the Devil

only bargains for one thing.

(gasps

A lien on my soul.

Payable in the event

of my death.

Your soul-- are you kidding me?

I'm sorry, what was that?

Situation dire.

Prognosis grim.

No, Agent Thomas.

Another day at the office.

How can you be

so flippant?

You might have

just damned yourself.

I have learnt a very important

lesson over the years.

One that is reflected in the

heart's blood of this nation.

Work hard,

stay true,

surround yourself with people

you love and respect,

and there's nothing

you cannot achieve.

So this?

I'll fix this.

No.

We will fix

this

together.

I have no doubt.

Now, is that the siren call

of duty I hear?

(groans):

Cheap.

Siren.

That's like a Succubus,

right?

No, it is not.

The daughters of Achelous,

the Sirens would lure sailors

to their doom.

I had a roommate like that

in college.

Right.

Well, a little wax in the ears,

lashed to a mast,

and we'll be home

in time for supper.

You're the monster expert.

(screeches and roars)

Right.

That is not a Siren.

That is a Kraken.

Are you sure?

Sure it wasn't a Bakunawa

or Scylla and Charybdis?

Well, somebody's been cramming.

No, I am the monster expert,

you are the law enforcement.

That is a Kraken.

I'd stake my reputation

as a Witness on it.

That is a bet I will take.

Excellent.

Shall we punch the clock?

♪ I'm on the highway to hell

♪

♪ On the highway to hell. ♪

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