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The man you love
shall be forevermore
a beast.
(bellowing)
(gunshot)
PANDORA: When the sands run out, he will possess
the total power of the pantheon of ancient gods.
The lieutenant and I will journey to the Catacombs.
Once there, we will restore Pandora's box,
and use it to drain the Hidden One of his power.
(gasps)
Betsy...
Ichabod.
You are freaking out, Crane.
Hardly.
I'm making preparations for restoring Pandora's box.
Oh, I know you well enough to know when you're bugging.
Very well, perhaps I am
a little more than moderately agitated.
And for good reason...
finding Betsy Ross alive, trapped down here.
It's what happens when she leaves that concerns me more.
If Betsy enters the Well you used to leave this place,
she will return in her own time, so...
you and I must endeavor to
help her on her way as soon as she returns
from scouting the environs.
And we cannot let on
that we are from the future. Or we risk
damaging the time stream.
I get it. I saw Star Wars.
Trek not Wars, but yes.
As Captain James Tiberius Kirk learned the hard way
in the most memorable episode,
"City on the Edge of Forever."
Okay, well, I will let you be the one to bring up
jumping into a bottomless well.
BETSY: My circumnavigation
has revealed nothing of use to the war effort.
Yeah, nothing but sand and sun for over 1,000 miles.
Which makes me wonder how you came to acquire
such intimate knowledge of the Catacombs.
That information we cannot share, Betsy.
You see, we are more than simply a rescue mission.
We have very specific orders
from General Washington.
He would only have shared the existence of the supernatural
with you in the most dire of circumstances.
Or sent a stranger to accompany you.
In your absence, Lieutenant Mills and I
have formed a very strong partnership.
Lieutenant?
There are no female officers in the Continental Army.
It's a pet name.
I...
call him Crane.
CRANE: Regrettably,
the veil of secrecy precludes our sharing of details, Betsy.
We are to restore a powerful, supernatural artifact,
and it is our only hope
against a foe who holds the fate of the world in his hands.
"Here rests
"the container that holds all the evil of the world.
"Dark vessel of nightmare.
(echoing): "Dread urn forged in the void.
Let that which is broken be remade."
When last we saw this box, 'twas silver in hue.
Did we do something wrong?
I performed the incantation as instructed.
Over here.
Cuneiform is the same as on the pedestal.
"Binding the evils of the world.
"A radiance given by...
"one who bears Witness.
An Eternal Soul."
Pandora made no reference to this.
That can't be good.
CRANE: No, nor the reference
to Witness, specifically this...
Eternal Soul.
I fear the missing ingredient
may be one of us.
Lieutenant!
(loud whooshing)
(grunting)
- (gasping) - Lieutenant...
are you all right?
Fine.
(panting)
Its bark is worse than its bite.
The Box...
we did it.
Which means it got what it needed.
(groans)
No, no.
Abbie.
There's a pulse.
It feels very faint.
Crane...
Save your strength.
I hope you got the plates off the truck that hit me.
The Box took something precious.
There's a void.
Something's wrong.
We'll fix it.
We've come back from worse.
It is a side of the job that is never advertised.
And we were just talking about, on the way here, cheating death.
Enough of that.
Perhaps Washington or Revere can help her when we get back.
We're not coming back with you, Betsy.
You are not the Crane I know.
Betsy, believe me, I am telling the truth in that I...
cannot tell the whole truth.
Only one truth matters.
Your heart belongs to Abigail Mills.
She is my partner.
I must leave this place.
Um...
at the far end of the plateau
there is a Well beside the stump of a tree.
Enter and...
you will return from whence you came.
Miss Mills.
You have a good partner in Ichabod Crane.
Put him in his place every once in a while.
Keeps him honest.
I'm sorry about how things ended with Betsy.
At least now I understand why we never spoke
after she returned from this...
dreadful place.
Our partnership
was a prelude to a destiny I could never have imagined.
One I share with you.
Shall we?
Well, not until you tell me whatever it is...
you don't want to tell me.
The tablet I found in my family crypt
had a symbol on it I could not translate until today,
when it appeared on the wall of the antechamber.
It reads, "Eternal Soul,"
meaning the soul of a Witness
that the Box requires.
Which is why Pandora sent us both.
There are powerful forces
at work here,
and I do not intend to be pawn to them.
We make our own destiny.
Right now, we are destined
to take a plunge.
Let's do this.
In through a tree, out through a well.
How about an escalator to the Catacombs?
It would not have the same metaphorical heft, I fear.
Now...
let us not miss the perfect opportunity for embracing...
(echoing): Tally-ho!
That was not very sporting!
(grunts)
What she said.
♪
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(door opens)
Abbie, you made it.
(grunts)
The mission was a success.
ABBIE: How'd it go on this end? Where is everyone?
Where's Joe, Sophie, Reynolds?
Dad.
Jennifer asked me to come.
What's wrong? What happened?
It's Joe.
He, uh...
(crying): He turned again.
The Hidden One...
I'm sorry.
Joe was our brother.
And mine.
My condolences, Miss Jenny.
Master Corbin fought bravely,
and he saved countless lives,
and we will honor him
by picking up his standard and marching on.
Believe me...
the Hidden One will pay for this.
I've been looking for ways to modify our arsenal,
searching for myths in which gods are killed,
like the Norse Ragnarok.
Twilight of the Gods.
The battle in which all existence
was destroyed and remade.
We just need to get around that part.
Nothing is where it used to be.
You been here before?
Many years ago.
My friendship with August Corbin was strained, but there was...
always mutual respect.
Oh, here it is.
The Elder Edda. (blows)
If there's a clue in the Ragnarok myth,
you'll find it here.
But a weapon powerful enough
to take down a god?
It's a tall order.
And we have just the thing,
but the Box
is no use without Pandora.
The Hidden One disappeared with her to parts unknown.
CRANE: And these...
chirosiphones have proven most useful
against all manner of creatures.
Shouldn't take long to whip up some Greek Fire.
(chuckles)
If you have a moment.
I'll, um... make the arrangements for Joe.
I owe it to his father.
And you girls have bigger fish to fry.
Thank you.
And thank you for looking after Jenny.
It's nothing but a thing.
All that water under the bridge...
doesn't make us any less a family.
Amen to that.
Are you okay?
I'm fine.
I have a thousand questions that I want to ask you,
but right now is not the time.
No, but when the moment's right,
there is much I need to tell you, young lady.
I look forward to it.
Sorry about your friend.
We'll pay our respects when we stop the world from ending.
We got the Box.
Now we need to find its owner.
We've been monitoring emergency bands.
National Weather Service is on alert.
There's a freak storm building over the Hudson Valley.
ABBIE: Wild guess...
target's at the epicenter.
All right, thanks.
Just doing our part for Team Witness, right?
Not just for that.
For taking all this in stride.
I'm just glad we're all on the same page.
Me, too, Danny.
You and Sophie stay on over-watch.
Keep the situation under wraps.
I'm gonna get the Box back to Pandora.
(thunder rumbling)
Husband, release me from this prison.
I have decided, Pandora, my rise shall be in stages.
Rivers running red.
Crops turning black.
Water, water everywhere...
and not a drop to drink.
(loud whooshing)
I was wondering
when you were gonna make your last stand, Witness.
Feed, my precious one.
HIDDEN ONE: Enough of this!
Feed as you never have before.
Impossible.
CRANE: No...
just highly improbable.
Which, as luck would have it,
is our stock in trade.
(grunts)
No.
I will not allow it.
ABBIE: What's wrong?
You had him on the ropes.
It cannot draw any more energy.
In order to stop him,
you know what it needs, Abbie.
You're resisting.
You're holding on to hope.
It hungers for the light at the center of your being.
It needs...
a binding agent to hold the darkness together, Abbie.
He's getting his power back.
It needs the rest of your Eternal Soul.
In the Catacombs, Abbie, you beat it.
The Box didn't finish.
Because you closed it before it could.
Yes.
PANDORA: Open it.
Give it what it needs.
Only you can do this, Abbie.
CRANE: No.
There has to be another way.
He will kill us all.
Open it.
Save the world, Abbie.
No, Abbie!
PANDORA: Yes.
Yes.
Let it speak to you.
Give it your strength.
Give it your hope.
Give it your life!
(loud rumbling)
Abbie!
Crane...
...never give up hope.
Abbie...
Abbie, no!
Feeling contrite, I imagine.
Beg for forgiveness.
Beg for your life.
(raspy breathing)
I would do whatever you ask.
That was for Joe.
How dare you.
This was my victory, not yours.
Pandora.
The threat is over.
Now...
wherever this container took Abbie,
return her.
I'm through being ordered around.
No, no.
We retrieved this Box for you.
We gave you everything you asked.
And now you can be the first to worship me.
The Hidden One is dead.
I have his power now.
I won't ask much of my followers,
only that they serve me, obey me,
and as is fitting, fear me.
What did you do to my sister?
I had no recourse but to use her spirit to reform the Box,
pushed to the edge as I was.
You used us.
We used each other.
Let's call it even.
Damn you.
- Damn you! - No, Crane, wait.
We need her...
to get Abbie back.
My husband let power
go to his head.
I won't make the same mistake.
I don't want to destroy this world.
I quite like it.
As long as I am obeyed,
I will be a benevolent goddess.
(snaps fingers)
Tell me it's not true.
Abbie did what she did to save us all.
So she's just gone?
Just like that?
CRANE: No.
Not gone.
But she is trapped in an infernal Box.
We have brought her back
from purgatory, from the Catacombs,
and we will free her again now, today.
If she's trapped inside the Box, how do we get her out?
Pandora's the cause; she is the solution.
She controls the Box.
She can release the lieutenant.
How do we twist her arm when she's stolen the power of a god?
'Tis not the only power she stole.
JENNY: The Blavatsky Map.
It locates monsters.
'Tis time we fought fire with fire.
♪ Well, your hands are getting friendly ♪
♪ But I know exactly where they are... ♪
AUGUST: Ice cream's getting warm.
Pie's getting cold.
Not a good combo.
Take a seat, kiddo.
Coffee works twice as good as pinching yourself.
I didn't figure you for an angel.
(laughs)
Me? (chuckles)
Not even.
You know what kind of pension
those fools get?
No, this isn't heaven, kid,
not by a long shot.
Is it hell?
The pie's too good.
Well, the last time
I saw your face, it was on a demon.
I'm what's left of the man you knew, warts and all.
Made his share of mistakes.
It cost him...
and his son.
You know about Joe.
He was a soldier, like his old man, like you.
Soldier knows when to make a sacrifice.
Keep the world turning.
Springsteen making records, kids on swings,
trouts in the stream, all that good stuff.
You made that same sacrifice, Abbie.
It was me or the world, and my world felt complete.
I made peace with my sister,
Daniel Reynolds,
found my dad, your old friend Ezra.
You've come a long way.
And now you've come to take me into the light.
(laughs) Pearly gates?
(laughing)
No, no, no, no, no, no.
Not yet, anyway.
You ever hear of the phoenix?
Yeah, magical bird, when it dies,
it immolates itself, and from the ashes another one arises.
Right, so when you see
that bird, it's the same bird,
only it isn't.
When did you get so damn cryptic?
(laughs)
Oh, you want honesty.
I'm proud of you, Agent Mills.
I'm so proud of you.
I know you're ready for the next adventure.
What?
What happens to Crane?
You know he's still trying to get you back.
He'll never give up; he always finds a way.
Yeah, well, you two have that in common, don't you?
You've taken him as far as you can, Abbie.
Oh, my God.
Thank you.
Uh...
would you excuse me for a minute?
I'm gonna go buy my son a beer.
(chuckles)
(laughs)
♪ Ooh ♪
♪ Oh, happy day ♪
♪ When Jesus washed ♪
♪ When Jesus washed ♪ Washed ♪
♪ When Jesus washed ♪
♪ When ♪
♪ Jesus washed ♪ ♪ When Jesus washed ♪
♪ He washed our sins away. ♪
(singing stops, quiet murmuring)
Can I help you?
Blood!
War.
Famine.
Poverty.
A clawing sickness in our souls.
No wonder you seek succor.
I must ask you to leave.
(people murmuring)
(people gasping)
This world has become a terrifying place.
You want to push your fears aside,
but they are all around you.
Rejoice!
For I have come.
(chuckles)
And all I ask is for your love,
your adoration,
your respect.
I can take your fears away
or I can send them slavering to your door.
(loud rumbling)
(people screaming)
Though I loved him dearly,
he loved me not.
I trusted him dearly.
He trusted me not.
Now he lies dead.
Dead, dead, dead.
CRANE: Pandora!
Abbie... bring her back.
And if I do not?
Samael,
Abbaddon,
Dark Rider of the Apocalypse,
I call you forth.
(thunder rumbling)
(horse whinnying)
(whinnying continues)
Horseman!
I called you forth with a purpose.
A common enemy.
I made very quick work
of you before, and I will do it again.
You defeated him absent his true power.
Wait, if you give him the head, doesn't the apocalypse begin?
Moloch's apocalypse.
Moloch's dead.
Avatar of Death!
End her.
There!
JENNY: You think he has a chance against her?
He is the embodiment of death.
No need to fight.
I could use
a strapping gentleman like you by my side.
Oh, no.
He can't do it on his own.
Stay here.
Crane!
Do you feel that, Witness?
The pain...
the loss, the fear!
JENNY: Crane!
Hey.
I lost her. I lost her.
- Hey... - I lost Abbie.
Hey, listen to me!
She is with you.
She sacrificed herself so that you could be here
and win the day.
Don't you dare let that be for nothing.
There is always another way.
(grunting)
Horseman!
Enough!
It's over.
Enough death for one night.
Leave.
Death wins in the end, it seems...
even for a goddess.
You love her, don't you?
She is your hope...
your everything.
I took her from you.
Let her out.
Let her out now.
It's over.
(gasping)
She was never inside it.
She's dead.
Dead and gone.
The Box...
it's gonna explode again.
- Quickly. - Okay.
Quickly!
♪
***MISSING A SCENE - GET AVS***
(lock buzzes)
- Crane. - Abbie.
Unlock the door.
Let's go home.
You're going back, Crane.
We don't have long.
It's time to say good-bye.
No.
No, Abbie.
Abbie, don't.
Abbie!
I saw the Box take you.
It did.
Used my soul.
But now the Box is broken to bits.
You saw to that.
I'm free.
We...
are Eternal Souls, Crane.
What does that mean?
Well, I don't really know myself,
but I couldn't go into the light.
There was an old friend there,
who came to tell me that my job is done.
And this place...
where are we?
It's a waiting room between life and death.
I am being called.
No, Abbie, we began
this journey together, we will end it together.
My journey isn't over.
And for a Witness, it never truly is.
But...
Abbie Mills has done what she's supposed to do.
(door opens)
I don't understand.
Don't try.
It's more something...
you feel.
Your whole life...
has finally fallen into place.
Mm-hmm.
Yes, it has.
I made peace with it, Crane.
Whatever this next stage is,
I'm ready.
It's time for a new beginning.
What is there for me in a world without you?
Think about it.
Washington knew that you had a destiny.
You've had mentors like Benjamin Franklin
and Thomas Jefferson, and partners...
like Betsy Ross...
and me.
Our job was to carry you forward.
My job is done.
No.
Not good-bye.
It's more like: until we meet again.
In the meantime, bash some monsters for me.
(chuckles)
And look out for my sister.
Abbie.
I shall miss you.
Do more than that.
Honor our bond.
And be brave.
Be strong.
I know you will be.
You're my guy, always.
My, my.
Be still, my beating heart.
(laughs)
JENNY (echoing): Crane!
Crane! Crane!
Crane.
Oh, my God. Hey.
Abbie?
(sighs)
(grunts)
She's gone.
She's really gone.
No.
The Box may have taken her hope.
But she is...
and will forever be...
ours.
Are you certain you would not like my company, Miss Jenny?
Thanks for asking, but I think this is something
I have to do by myself.
Joe always said he wanted to spend more time
up at his dad's cabin, and I thought I'd...
spread his ashes in the lake.
It's fitting.
A serene resting place.
You are coming back?
Someone's got to keep you out of trouble.
Tell my sister I said hello,
and that I miss her.
I always do.
Well, the final season of American Idol has begun.
It's not a return to form.
Requires your spirited commentary.
Oh, I've been accepted as archivist
to the Historical Society, and I'm moving forward
with my citizenship application.
Slowly.
Your house is now up for sale.
I've begun the search for a place of my own.
The rental market is more murderous
than any supernatural beast we've fought.
Not a peep on that front.
'Tis a respite I fear will not last.
This is Sleepy Hollow, after all.
You are missed.
Never forgotten.
EZRA: Mr. Crane.
I didn't get a chance to say the words you spoke
at Abbie's service were quite lovely...
We don't have much time, Crane.
Abigail's death has set wheels in motion,
and you need all the information I can give you.
There must always be two Witnesses.
When one dies, their soul does not move on.
It's eternal.
Wait, wait.
Abbie told me this.
It wasn't a dream.
Mr. Mills, if there's a chance she lives...
No, no, it doesn't work like that.
Not as I understand it.
The essence of a Witness's soul finds someone
from their extended bloodline
and sparks a new Witness.
So Abbie's Eternal Soul lives on...
in someone else.
Find her before they do.
They'll come for you, Crane.
And they'll be looking for her, too.
Who?
This is from President Washington.
This is dated 1789.
"This Letter of Mark and Reprisal empowers me..."
"...as First President of these United States,
"to appoint Captain Ichabod Crane
Commanding Officer."
This being the Crane I met
in the Catacombs, not the Crane
who is said to have died on the battlefield in 1781.
Hundreds of years from now, the man we know and love
will be the last of the Founding Fathers,
carrying on what we have built.
"Captain Crane is to lead this organization.
"His sworn duty, to stand guard
against all threats deemed otherworldly."
George Washington founded a secret organization
to battle the supernatural.
His intentions were noble.
They're not all bad men,
though many have lost their way.
(tires screeching)
Forgive them...
for they know not what they do.
♪
♪ Please allow me to introduce myself... ♪
Ichabod Crane.
Who is asking?
Jack Walters.
I'm a federal agent.
I'd like you to come with me.
Some people in D.C. need to have words with you.
Do I have a choice in the matter?
Officially, yes, but...
I suggest you not make things difficult.
Very well.
♪ Stole many a man, stole his faith ♪
♪ I was around when Jesus Christ ♪
♪ Had his moment of doubt and pain... ♪
Wherever you are...
whoever you are...
I'll find you.
♪ Pleased to meet you ♪
♪ Hope you guess my name ♪
♪ Yeah, what's puzzling you ♪
♪ Is the nature of my game. ♪
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