The Legend of Sleepy Hollow (1999) - full transcript

AHH.

CAPTIONING MADE POSSIBLE BY
ARTISAN ENTERTAINMENT

THE SAME OLD MOVE.

ALWAYS
THE SAME OLD MOVE.

NEVER GONNA CHANGE.

MY, WHAT A BRAVE MOVE.

WILL YOU BE
WANTING DINNER, SIR?

THERE'S A GREAT
LEG OF MUTTON TONIGHT,

AND PERHAPS A FLAGON OF BEER
TO GO WITH YOUR MEAL?

THANK YOU, MISSUS.

UH, WHAT IS IT
YOU'RE DOING, MISTER?



IS YOU GONNA
DRAW PICTURES

LIKE YOUNG LEONARD
THERE?

NO, SIR.

IT IS A KIND OF JOURNAL
I KEEP OF MY TRAVELS,

AND THIS SEEMS TO BE
A GOOD NIGHT

AND A GOOD PLACE
TO CATCH IT UP.

I'LL HAVE YOUR DINNER
IN A THRICE, SIR.

THANK YOU.

WOULD YOU LIKE
TO EAT IN PEACE?

JUST SAY THE WORD.

NOT AT ALL.

I'M GLAD
OF THE COMPANY.

[LAUGHING]

A JOURNAL, IS IT?



YOU HEAR THAT, BOYS?

HE KEEPS A JOURNAL.

WHAT IS A JOURNAL,
SIR,

IF YOU DON'T MIND
ME ASKING?

I DON'T MIND IN THE LEAST.

IT'S A KIND OF DIARY

OF STORIES I HEAR
FROM PEOPLE I MEET.

OH.
HEAR THAT?

IT'S STORIES
HE WANTS.

WELL, YOU'VE COME
TO THE RIGHT PLACE.

HAVE I?

THEN THIS ILL WIND HAS
BLOWN ME SOME GOOD AFTER ALL.

WELL, IT BLOWS YOU INTO
TARRYTOWN ON THE TAPPAN ZEE.

TARRYTOWN?

SOUNDS LIKE A SLEEPY PLACE.

YEP. THE GOOD DUTCH FARMERS
WHO SETTLED THIS PLACE

USED TO TARRY HERE
OVER A PINT AND A PIPE

AND SWAP TALL TALES
ON MARKET DAY.

THAT'S HOW THE TOWN
GOT ITS NAME.

UH, WHAT--

WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO
WITH ALL THESE STORIES?

MORE WHAT I HOPE TO DO, SIR.

IT IS MY AMBITION TO PUBLISH
A BOOK OF THEM SOMEDAY.

A BOOK?

A BOOK.
A BOOK.

AHH.

THANK YOU,
MY GOOD WOMAN.

MY PLEASURE, SIR.

AND IF I MAY,
I'D BE CAREFUL

PUTTING ANYTHING THIS LOT
HAS TO SAY IN ANY BOOK.

WHAT DO YOU WANT
TO MAKE A BOOK FOR?

THE GOOD OL' TALL TALES
IS BEST TOLD OUT LOUD

THE WAY WE HEARD 'EM.

A FAIR QUESTION, SIR.

IT'S GOING ON 50 YEARS
AND MORE EVEN SINCE THE WAR,

AND THE STORIES PEOPLE TELL
OF THOSE TIMES

WILL ALL SOON BE FORGOTTEN
IF WE DON'T WRITE THEM DOWN.

OH, HE'S GOT
A POINT THERE.

WHEN WE'RE GONE,
WHO'LL BE LEFT

TO TELL
ANY TALES AT ALL?

I CAN'T EVEN
REMEMBER MY NAME.

WE'LL, I'D BE GLAD
TO STAND AROUND

FOR THE PLEASURE OF HEARING
ANY TALES YOU DO REMEMBER.

MY OWN FATHER
WAS ONE OF THE MEN

THAT HUNG MAJOR ANDRE
FROM THE TULIP TREE

RIGHT HERE
IN SLEEPY HOLLOW.

I REMEMBER IT
VERY WELL.

HE WAS A BRITISH SPY
PRETENDING HE WAS SENT HERE

BY GENERAL WASHINGTON
HISSELF.

WELL, SIR,
MY FATHER SEEN

THAT HE WAS WEARIN'
BRITISH OFFICER BOOTS,

AND THEY HAD A GOOD LOOK
AT HIS POCKETS,

AND THEY COME UP
WITH A NOTE

WRITTEN BY THAT TRAITOR
BENEDICT ARNOLD.

WELL, SIR, THEY
FORWARD MARCHED HIM

RIGHT OVER
TO THE TULIP TREE,

AND THEY STRUNG HIM UP
RIGHT THERE.

WOULD YOU LIKE TO HEAR
THAT TALE?

I WOULD INDEED.

YOU JUST DID.

AND AN EXCELLENT TALE
IT IS, THANK YOU.

IT WEREN'T THE TULIP TREE.
IT WAS THE OLD OAK.

AND HOW WOULD YOU KNOW IT?

YOUR PAP WASN'T THERE,
WAS HE?

OH, NO, HE WEREN'T.

BUT I WAS THERE MESELF.

NOT 17 YET.

IT WAS IN THE FALL
OF '76.

WHEN I TOLD IT
IT WAS A TRUE TALE.

NOW THAT YOU
STUCK YOUR OAR IN IT,

IT'S JUST NOTHIN'
BUT AN ANOTHER TALL TALE.

I'D GLADLY GIVE YOU PAPER
FROM MY JOURNAL,

IF YOU'D SHOW ME
WHAT YOU'VE BEEN DRAWING

ALL THIS TIME ON
THAT SCRAP OF BUTCHER'S PAPER.

AND WHO WOULD THIS BE?

THAT WOULD BE
MR. ICHABOD CRANE.

YEAH.

COULDN'T BE NO OTHER.

AYE, THAT'S HIM.

IT'S AS IF LEONARD HAS SEEN
HIM IN THE FLESH ITSELF.

IT SEEMS LEONARD THINKS
THERE'S A TALE TO BE TOLD

ABOUT THIS MR. CRANE.

OH, AYE,
AND SO THERE IS.

AND I'LL BE THE ONE
TO TELL IT.

AS FOR THE REST OF YOU,

YOU WERE NOTHIN' BUT A BUNCH
OF RUNNY-NOSED BRATS,

IF YOU EVER SAW
THE MAN OR NOT.

ICHABOD CRANE--
THE ONLY MAN

TO BE TAKEN OUTRIGHT
FROM THIS WORLD

BY THE HEADLESS HORSEMAN
OF SLEEPY HOLLOW.

NOW, THAT DOES SOUND
LIKE A GOOD TALE.

JUST SHOWED UP ON
SLEEPY HOLLOW ROAD ONE DAY

IN THE SPRING OF...'91.

A YANKEE OUT OF CONNECTICUT,
OR SO HE SAID.

LOOKIN' FOR WORK
AS A SCHOOL TEACHER,

OR SO HE SAID.

OR SO HE SAID.

AAH!

GOOD MORNING.

[WOMEN TALKING,
CHICKEN CLUCKING]

GOOD MORNING.

[DRIVER MUTTERING]

[LAUGHING]

THERE HE IS! LOOK!

IT'S THE SCARECROW.
YOU SEE, I'M NOT A LIAR.

WHOA!

[METAL CLANGING,
MEN LAUGHING]

AH, GOOD DAY
TO YOU, GENTLEMEN.

I WONDER IF YOU'D
BE SO KIND

AS TO DIRECT ME TO THE HOME
OF MR. HANS VAN RIPPER.

Boy: WOW!

HERE YOU GO.
GO ON, NOW.

LET'S GO, FELLAS!

AND WHAT BUSINESS HAVE
YOU WITH HIM, STRANGER?

AH. I HAVE IT FROM A MAN
I MET UP RIVER

THAT THERE MIGHT BE
A POSITION

FOR A MAN OF LETTERS
AS HEADMASTER

OF THE SLEEPY
HOLLOW SCHOOL.

I AM TOLD
THAT MR. VAN RIPPER

IS THE SUPERINTENDENT.

[ALL LAUGHING]

YOU MAY MOCK ME,
MY GOOD YOUNG MAN,

BUT I ASSURE YOU
NO BETTER CANDIDATE

IS LIKELY TO BE FOUND.

I WASN'T LAUGHING
AT YOU, FRIEND.

JUST AT THE IDEA

ANYONE WOULD
WANT THE JOB.

BUT I'D SAY YOU'RE
JUST THE MAN FOR IT,

IF ANYONE IS.
WOULDN'T YOU, BOYS?

IT'S STRAIGHT ON
A QUARTER MILE.

YOU'LL COME TO A PATH.

THERE'S A SIGN THERE
FOR THOSE WHO CAN READ.

I'M TOLD IT SAYS
VAN RIPPER FARM.

I NEED SOME MORE, WILL.

OOH!

IT'S A HOT ONE, I MUST SAY.

NO DOUBT THAT IS

THE FAMOUS DUTCH ALE

OF THESE PARTS THAT
YOU'RE ENJOYING THERE.

BEST BEER THIS SIDE
OF AMSTERDAM.

YOU DON'T SUPPOSE
YOU COULD MAKE ME THE LOAN

OF THE PRICE OF A GLASS?

I'D BE ONLY TOO HAPPY
TO REPAY YOU

ONCE I'VE HAD MY SALARY.

WELL, NOW,
I'D BE GLAD TO.

EXCEPT I'D HATE TO
SEND YOU ON YOUR WAY

WITH THE DEVIL BREW
ON YOUR BREATH.

OLD VAN RIPPER'S
GOT NO USE

FOR A MAN WHO TAKES
ANY PLEASURE IN LIFE,

IF YOU TAKE MY MEANING.

OH, WELL, I--

I THANK YOU FOR YOUR
WISE COUNSEL, YOUNG MAN.

BUT SURELY A GLASS
OF BEER ON A HOT DAY

WOULD NOT OFFEND HIM.

SUIT YOURSELF, MISTER.

BUT I WOULDN'T TARRY
IF I WAS YOU.

YOU DON'T WANT TO BE
STUMBLING AROUND

SLEEPY HOLLOW
AFTER DARK.

THERE'S ALL MANNER
OF SPOOKS AND SPRITES

IN THESE WOODS.

AH, YES, THE LOCAL
IMPS AND GOBLINS.

WELL, THIS WOULDN'T BE
THE FIRST TOWN I'VE BEEN TO

THAT PRIDES ITSELF
ON SUCH SUPERSTITIONS.

ALTHOUGH, I'VE FOUND
IT'S USUALLY ONLY

THE LOCAL TOWNSFOLK
WHO EVER SEE ANY OF THEM.

MAYBE SO. BUT YOU
AIN'T NEVER BEEN

IN SLEEPY HOLLOW
BEFORE.

OH, TRUE ENOUGH.

WELL, I'LL CONSIDER
MYSELF WARNED, THEN.

OH, I THANK YOU
FOR YOUR HOSPITALITY,

AND I LOOK FORWARD
TO THE DAY

I CAN REPAY IT.

FANCIES HIMSELF,
DON'T HE, BOYS?

[MEN CHUCKLE]

EXCUSE ME, SIR. WOULD
YOU BE HANS VAN RIPPER,

SUPERINTENDENT OF
SLEEPY HOLLOW SCHOOL?

YOU A GOVERNMENT MAN?

ICHABOD CRANE, SIR,

LATE OF HARTFORD,
CONNECTICUT,

COME TO SEEK
THE POSITION

OF MASTER
OF THE SCHOOL.

A YANKEE. HEH!

WHAT BRINGS YOU HERE?

WELL, AS I SAY, SIR,
I'M OFFERING

THE BENEFITS OF MY
HARD WON ERUDITION

IN MOLDING THE MINDS

OF YOUR FINE
YOUNG STUDENTS.

DOES THAT MEAN
YOU CAN READ AND WRITE?

INDEED, SIR.

NOW, HERE I HAVE

MR. NOAH WEBSTER'S
SPELLER,

AND A PRIMER
OF ARITHMETIC,

AND, UH,

THE SCOTTISH PSALTERY
AND CHORISTER

CONSISTING OF THE SONGS

BY THE INESTIMABLE
MR. THOMAS STERNHOLD,

AND LASTLY,

MY MOST CHERISHED
POSSESSION...

THE REVEREND
COTTON MATHER'S

HISTORY OF WITCHCRAFT
IN NEW ENGLAND.

NOW, I ASSURE YOU, SIR,

I HAVE READ ALL 4
OF THESE TOMES,

ALL THROUGH.

YOU CAN DO SUMS?

I CAN. AND THE TABLES
OF MULTIPLICATION,

THE DISCIPLINES
OF DIVISION,

THE--ALL THE SECRETS OF
PYTHAGORAS' GEOMETER--

WASN'T THINKING OF
HIRING NO YANKEE.

WELL, THIS IS INDEED

A FORTUNATE DAY
FOR YOU, SIR.

NOW, IF IT WERE NOT
FOR MY PROFOUND LOVE

OF THE COUNTRYSIDE,
I WOULD STILL BE

LECTURING
AT HARVARD COLLEGE'S

SCHOOL OF DIVINITY.

WELL...

NO ONE ELSE HAS
SHOWN UP FOR THE JOB,

SO I GUESS IT'S YOURS.

2 SHILLINGS A MONTH
AND ROOM AND BOARD.

SURE ENOUGH BETWEEN ALL
THE FARMERS HERE ABOUT

HAS A YOUNGUN
IN THE SCHOOL.

NOW, IF I MAY SAY SO, SIR,
THAT'S A PITTANCE

FOR A MAN OF MY ERUDITION
AND REPUTATION.

TAKE IT OR LEAVE IT.

MAKES NO DIFFERENCE
TO ME

WHETHER WE HAVE
A SCHOOLTEACHER OR NOT.

BUT, UH, MR. VAN RIPPER,

YOU'RE THE SUPERINTENDENT
OF THE SCHOOL.

UGH. IT'S MY BAD LUCK

THE SCHOOLHOUSE SITS
ON MY BACK PASTURE.

OTHERWISE, I WOULDN'T
WASTE MY TIME WITH YOU.

THIS IS WHERE
YOU'LL SLEEP TONIGHT

UNTIL ARRANGEMENTS
ARE MADE.

SHOULDN'T FIND THAT
HARD TO DO

AS SLEEP
IS PRETTY MUCH

ALL ANYBODY DOES
AROUND HERE.

[SHEEP BAAING]

[BIRDS WHOOPING,
INSECTS CHIRPING]

[ANIMAL HOWLS]

[HIGH-PITCHED LAUGHTER]

[LOUD CRASH]

[WOOD CREAKING]

[WINGS FLAPPING]

OHH!

[SCREECHING]

OHH! AAH!

[HISSES]

[MUTTERING PRAYER]

# OH, SAVE ME NOT
FOR MY DESIGNS... #

# BUT FOR THY MERCY'S SAKE #

# SO GRIEVOUS IS MY PLEA,
OH, LORD #

# THAT I ARISE
WHEN THERE'S FAINT... #

# ALL THE NIGHT LONG
I WATCH MY BED #

# WITH TEARS
OF MY COMPLAINT #

[MEN CACKLING]

SHH!

SHH!

[HUMMING]

OH! GOOD MORNING!

WHAT'S ALL THIS?

OH, JUST A PRECAUTION

AGAINST THE DEVILS,
IMPS, AND GOBLINS.

THESE WOODS ARE HOME
TO MANY SUCH

OF MOST UNUSUAL POWER.

YOU DON'T SAY.

OH, BUT YOU NEED
NOT FRET YOURSELF.

THANKS TO THE REVEREND
COTTON MATHER,

MY KNOWLEDGE
OF THEIR WAYS

IS MORE THAN SUFFICIENT
TO THE TASK.

HUH. OH, UH, AHEM.

OH!

HMM.

I'LL, UH,

RIDE ABOUT
THE VALLEY,

LET PEOPLE KNOW

THE SCHOOL
HAS OPENED UP.

WELL, I LOOK FORWARD

TO MEETING MY FINE
YOUNG CHARGES.

UH, HEH! I SAID
I'D LET THEM KNOW,

BUT, UH, SEEING AS WE
AIN'T HAD A TEACHER

IN MORE THAN A YEAR,
I SUSPECT THEY NOTICED.

THEY'VE BEEN
DOING JUST FINE

WITHOUT ANY SCHOOLING.

[BOY COUGHS]

Ichabod:
AND SO, DEAR STUDENTS,

YOU WILL FIND
IN ME A TEACHER

WHO INTENDS
TO INSTILL IN YOU

A LOVE OF LEARNING...

OF HARD WORK,
OF PIOUS DISCIPLINE,

OF COUNTRY, AND OF GOD.

[FLY BUZZING]

I'M A FIRM BELIEVER
IN THE GOLDEN MAXIM

THAT TO SPARE THE ROD

IS TO SPOIL THE CHILD.

A QUESTION--

CAN ANYONE TELL ME
WHAT THAT MEANS?

Boy: AAH!

WELL...

WELL, NOW THEN...

WE'LL BEGIN WITH SPELLING.

WHY MUST WE LEARN
TO SPELL CORRECTLY

WHAT WE SPEAK AND WRITE?

WELL, HERE'S HOW THE GREAT
MAN HIMSELF EXPLAINS IT.

"TO DIFFUSE A UNIFORMITY
AND PURITY

"OF LANGUAGE IN AMERICA,

"TO DESTROY
THE PROVINCIAL PREJUDICES

"THAT ORIGINATE
IN THE TRIFLING DIFFERENCES

OF DIALECT, AND PRODUCE
RECIPROCAL RIDICULE."

CAN ANYONE TELL ME
WHAT THAT MEANS?

Boy: UH...

HE MEANS...

THAT BY LEARNING
PROPER SPELLING

AND PRONUNCIATION...

THAT NO ONE
WILL LAUGH AT YOU

WHEN YOU TRAVEL AWAY
FROM SLEEPY HOLLOW.

IS THAT CLEAR?

YES...

ERNEST.

IF WE DON'T EVER MEAN
TO LEAVE SLEEPY HOLLOW,

DOES THAT MEAN WE DON'T
HAVE TO GO TO SCHOOL?

[BOYS GIGGLING]

Woman: OLIVER!

[CHILDREN LAUGH]

SEE WHAT FINE MANNERS
MR. CRANE HAS

WHEN HE'S EATING,
CHILDREN?

I HOPE YOU'RE LEARNING
FROM HIS EXAMPLE.

[CHUCKLES] YES,
AN EXCELLENT REPAST,

MRS. VAN ECKE.

YOU ARE
AN INSPIRED COOK,

IF I MAY SAY SO.

YOU'RE TOO KIND,
MR. CRANE.

YOU'LL NOT BE TEACHING

NO NEWFANGLED NOTIONS,
WILL YOU?

I DON'T BELIEVE
IN NO NEW NOTIONS.

OH, NO, SIR. NOTHING
BUT THE FINEST

IN OLD NOTIONS.

THE OLD NOTIONS
ARE THE BEST.

I PARTICULARLY DISFAVOR

THIS NEW NOTION
OF PAYING TAXES.

NO, NO, I DON'T EXPECT

TO BE TEACHING
THE YOUNGSTERS

ANYTHING TO DO WITH
TAXES, MR. VAN ECKE.

YOU NEED HAVE NO WORRY
ON THAT SCORE. HA HA!

AND YOU WON'T HAVE TO
BE TEACHING ERNEST HERE

TO COUNT
ANY HIGHER THAN 20.

THAT'S ALL THE HENS
THAT FITS IN OUR COOP.

OH, WELL, I'LL--
I'LL BEAR THAT

IN MIND,
MR. VAN ECKE.

WELL, YOU DON'T
HAVE TO SWALLOW

YOUR WHOLE WEEK'S BOARD
AT ONE SITTING.

JESS! LET MR. CRANE
FINISH THE, UM,

THE END OF HIS MEAL
IN PEACE.

NO OFFENSE INTENDED.

WOULDN'T WANT TO SEE YOU
BUSTING AT THE SEAMS

ON YOUR FIRST NIGHT
IS ALL.

HEH!

OLIVER!

WELL, I'VE GOT
MY CHORES.

YOU'LL HAVE TO EXCUSE
MY HUSBAND'S

COUNTRY MANNERS,
MR. CRANE.

OH, THAT'S QUITE ALL
RIGHT, MRS. VAN ECKE.

A MAN OF THE LAND

ISN'T LIKELY
TO UNDERSTAND

HOW THE RIGORS
OF HEADWORK

LEAVES ONE RAVENOUS.

OF COURSE IT DOES.

WELL, PERHAPS I SHOULD
GO FETCH MY THINGS

BEFORE IT GETS TOO DARK.

OH, MY! ARE YOU SURE

YOU WANT TO GO
BACK OUT THERE?

OH, FEAR NOT ON MY
BEHALF, MRS. VAN ECKE.

THANKS TO MY DEEP STUDY

OF THE REVEREND
COTTON MATHER'S WORKS,

I HAVE NO FEAR

OF THE EVIL THAT
THRIVES IN DARKNESS.

OH, HEH HEH!

[ANIMALS WHOOPING,
INSECTS CHIRPING]

SPARE ME, YOU TERRIBLE
APPARITION!

I DID NOT MEAN TO MOCK YOU.

CAST ME NOT INTO THE PIT,
I BEG YOU!

[COW MOOS]

OHH!

[MOO]

OH!

GO ON, YOU OLD FOOL COW!

AND THE NEXT TIME WE MEET,
LET IT BE AT TABLE.

[MOO]

[ICHABOD SINGING
OVER CONGREGATION]

# SING TO THE LORD
WITH CHEERFUL VOICE #

# AND SERVE WITH MIRTH
HIS PRAISE FORTH TELL #

# COME YE BEFORE HIM
AND REJOICE #

# OH, ENTER THEN
HIS GATES WITH PRAISE #

# APPROACH HIS JOY
WITH LOVE UNTO #

# PRAISE LORD AND BLESS
HIS NAME ALWAYS #

# FOR IT IS HE
WE SOUGHT TO DO #

OOH! AN EXCELLENT
MESSAGE,

PASTOR VAN DER VEEN.

THE CREDIT IS
THE LORD'S, MR. CRANE,

FOR IT IS HIS WORD

WHICH INSPIRES
MY POOR ONES AFTER ALL.

YES, INDEED.

UH, YOU AND YOUR
FINE CHURCH

ARE EXCELLENT IN EVERY
REGARD BUT ONE,

THOUGH IT'S NO FAULT
OF YOURS.

AND THAT WOULD BE?

WHY, A SINGING VOICE.
NOW, I TAKE NO FALSE PRIDE

IN HAVING SUCH,
BUT I WOULD EMPLOY IT

FOR HIS GREATER GLORY
WITH YOUR KIND PERMISSION.

HEH!

WHAT EXACTLY DO YOU HAVE
IN MIND, MR. CRANE?

WELL, I WOULD GLADLY
UNDERTAKE TO GIVE LESSONS

IN LITURGICAL CHORISTRY.

WITH YOUR BLESSING,
OF COURSE.

HEH! WELL...

YOU DO HAVE A VERY

STRONG VOICE,
MR. CRANE, BUT--

OH, WELL, THEN WHAT
SAY YOU, PASTOR?

DO I HAVE YOUR BLESSING
IN THIS ENTERPRISE?

OH, WELL...WELL...

FOLKS WILL MARVEL.

THEY WILL MARVEL.

YES, BUT--

LOOK, I KNOW
WHAT CONCERNS YOU.

YOURS IS A POOR COUNTRY
CHURCH, AFTER ALL.

NOW...

I WILL GLADLY REDUCE
MY USUAL FEES

FOR SUCH PROFESSIONAL
LESSONS TO A MERE, UH...

SCHILLING PER PUPIL.

PAPA!

UH, TWICE A WEEK?

HEH!

WHAT?

[WHISPERS]

OK. WILL YOU
EXCUSE ME?

PLEASE!

AH, FORGIVE
MY INTRUSION,

BUT PLEASE ALLOW ME
TO INTRODUCE MYSELF.

I AM ICHABOD CRANE,

HEADMASTER OF
SLEEPY HOLLOW SCHOOL,

AND AT PASTOR VAN DER VEEN'S
KIND INVITATION,

CHOIRMASTER OF
THE TARRYTOWN CHURCH.

OH! HOW DO
YOU DO, MR. CRANE?

UM, I'D LIKE TO
INTRODUCE MY HUSBAND

BALTUS VAN TASSLE.

MY PLEASURE, SIR.

YOU SING LOUD ENOUGH

TO WAKE THE DEAD,
SIR.

I'M SURPRISED
OUR ANCESTORS

DIDN'T JUMP
OUT OF THEIR GRAVES

TO SEE WHAT ALL
THE FUSS WAS ABOUT.

WELL, WHAT CAN I SAY?

IT'S A GIFT,
MENEER VAN TASSLE.

BUT I COULD NOT HELP
BUT TAKE NOTE

OF MADAM VAN TASSLE'S
LOVELY SINGING VOICE,

AND THAT OF
YOUR LOVELY DAUGHTER.

IF THE WOULD BUT ATTEND
MY PSALMODY CLASSES,

THEY WOULD BE
THE GLORY OR OUR CHOIR.

OH! MR. CRANE!

DO YOU REALLY SUPPOSE

THAT WE COULD
BE GOOD ENOUGH

TO SING BEFORE
THE CONGREGATION?

OH! YOU HAVE THE VOICES

OF UNTUTORED ANGELS,
MADAM VAN TASSLE.

GOODNESS, BALTUS,
DID YOU HEAR THAT?

I DON'T KNOW WHAT
I'M HEARING EXACTLY.

I SHALL CERTAINLY ATTEND

YOUR PSALMODY CLASS,
MR. CRANE,

AND DO MY BEST

TO PROVE WORTHY
OF YOUR CHOIR.

WONDERFUL,
MADAM.

AND YOUR
DAUGHTER?

OH, SHE HAS A MIND
OF HER OWN, THAT GIRL.

STUBBORN AS A MULE,
YOU MEAN.

JUST LIKE
HER FATHER.

KATRINA,
WE'RE GOING!

I HAVE TO GO.

KATRINA, DEAR, THIS IS
MR. ICHABOD CRANE,

OUR NEW SCHOOLMASTER.

I AM ENCHANTED
TO MAKE

YOUR ACQUAINTANCE,
MISS VAN TASSLE.

AH, KATRINA
VAN TASSLE.

SHE WAS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL
GIRL I EVER SAW.

AND THE RICHEST.

THERE WASN'T A MAN
ALIVE IN SLEEPY HOLLOW

WHO WOULDN'T SELL
HIS SOUL TO THE DEVIL

FOR FAIR KATRINA'S
HAND.

TILL ICHABOD CRANE
CAME ALONG.

AYE.

WELL, YOU WOULDN'T
SUSPECT IT

JUST LOOKING AT HIM.

AND WHO'D
HAVE TAKEN HIM

FOR A THIEF
OF HEARTS?

BROM BONES
CERTAINLY NEVER DID.

MM!

# TO WICKED MEN HIS EAR #

# NOR LED HIS LIFE
AS SINNERS DO #

# NOR SAT
IN SCORNER'S CHAIR #

# BUT IN THE LOVE
OF THE LORD #

# DOTH SEND HIS HOLY LIGHT #

# AND IN THE SAME,
DOTH EXERCISE #

# HIMSELF BOTH DAY
AND NIGHT #

I'M SORRY KATRINA
COULDN'T COME.

SHE'S GONE
TO DOBB'S LANDING

FOR THE CUP RACES
TOMORROW.

THEY'VE GONE
TO CHEER ON

OUR TOWN'S
CHAMPION--

MR. ABRAHAM
VAN GRUNT.

OH, I'M RELIEVED
TO HEAR IT.

I WAS DISAPPOINTED
TO THINK OUR CHOIR

WOULD HAVE TO DO
WITHOUT HER ANGELIC

COLORATURA.

HER--HER WHAT?

OH.

THAT'S A RUSSIAN PHRASE

FOR A SINGING VOICE
OF MANY BRIGHT COLORS...

OH.
IF YOU WILL.

LIKE JOSEPH'S COAT
IN THE LAND OF EGYPT.

THE SORT THAT IS
SUITABLE FOR OPERA.

THE VOICE, THAT IS,
NOT THE COAT.

OH, MY, MY!

I DON'T BELIEVE
WE'VE EVER HAD

SUCH A CULTURED
GENTLEMAN

IN SLEEPY HOLLOW.

WHY DON'T YOU COME
TO DINNER WITH US

TOMORROW NIGHT,
MENEER CRANE.

WELL, I'D BE HONORED.

HA HA! WAIT TILL
I TELL KATRINA

SHE SINGS IN COLORS!

GOOD NIGHT,
MENEER CRANE!

[PEOPLE CHATTERING]

I WAS JUST TALKING
TO A FELLA I KNOW

FROM SING SING.
THADDEUS KINKLE?

I'LL BE RACING
AGAINST HIM.

OH, YES? I KNOW THADDEUS.
WHAT ABOUT HIM?

HE TOLD ME HE'S LEAVING
FOR THE OHIO TERRITORIES

IN A WEEK.

BROM, I THOUGHT
WE WEREN'T GOING

TO TALK ABOUT THIS
ANYMORE.

KATRINA, HE'S A YEAR
YOUNGER THAN ME.

THERE ARE MEN
EVEN YOUNGER

THAT HAVE MADE
THEIR FORTUNES

FARMING OUT WEST.
THERE'S NO LIMIT

TO WHAT A MAN
CAN DO OUT THERE

IF HE'S GOT
A STRONG BACK...

AND A GOOD WIFE.

BROM, PLEASE.

YOU KNOW HOW
I FEEL ABOUT IT.

WHY DO YOU BRING IT
UP AGAIN?

WHAT ABOUT HOW I FEEL?

OPPORTUNITY'S
PASSING ME BY.

THIS IS A ONCE
IN A LIFETIME CHANCE.

BUT I CAN'T
GO WITH YOU. I WON'T.

I DON'T UNDERSTAND,
KATRINA.

I THOUGHT YOU WANTED
MORE OUT OF LIFE

THAN JUST
SLEEPY HOLLOW.

I DO WANT MORE,
BUT NOT LESS.

I WANT TO SEE
THE CIVILIZED WORLD,

NOT THE PRIMITIVE
WILDERNESS.

I WANT TO SEE AMSTERDAM

AND ATTEND CONCERTS,
AND SEE THE FASHIONS

AND THE GREAT MUSEUMS.

AND I WANT TO
COME HOME AGAIN

TO THE BEAUTIFUL FARM

MY PARENTS HAVE SPENT
THEIR LIVES BUILDING.

BROM, I AM THEIR ONLY HEIR.

I CAN'T JUST TURN
MY BACK ON THEM.

WHY DO YOU HAVE TO GO
TO OHIO TO MAKE A FORTUNE?

IS MY FATHER'S FARM
NOT ENOUGH FOR YOU?

I WANT TO MAKE
MY OWN WAY, KATRINA.

I DON'T WANT
YOUR FATHER'S FORTUNE.

I WANT TO MAKE
ONE OF MY OWN.

A GREATER FORTUNE
THAN HE OR ANYONE

IN SLEEPY HOLLOW
EVER DREAMED OF.

IF LOVED ME,
YOU WOULDN'T SAY THAT.

YOU WOULDN'T WANT
TO DRAG ME OFF

TO LIVE LIKE A SAVAGE.

BUT I DO LOVE YOU,
AND I'M SAYING IT.

THIS IS
A GREAT COUNTRY.

THE LAND OF LIBERTY.

JUST WAITING
FOR MEN LIKE ME

TO GO OUT
AND SETTLE IT.

PLEASE ROW ME
TO SHORE, BROM.

[RIDERS SHOUTING]

HERE THEY COME!

[ALL CHEERING]

LOOKY HERE, KATRINA--

ANOTHER CUP FOR ME
AND DAREDEVIL.

THIS IS FOR YOU.

I THINK IT WOULD BE
INAPPROPRIATE

TO ACCEPT SUCH A GIFT
FROM A FRIEND,

WOULDN'T YOU SAY,
PASTOR VAN DER VEEN?

WHAT? OH!

YES, I SUPPOSE.

SILVER, IS IT?

YES, WELL,
VERY VALUABLE THEN.

IT WOULD SIGNIFY,
WOULDN'T IT, DEAR?

INDEED, IT WOULD.
A GIFT OF SILVER SIGNIFIES.

MERE FRIENDS
OF COURTING AGE

DO NOT EXCHANGE
SUCH GIFTS.

IT'S JUST A PRIZE
FOR A HORSE RACE.

THEN PERHAPS YOU SHOULD
GIVE IT TO YOUR HORSE.

[COW MOOS]

[MOOING]

GOOD DAY!

GOOD DAY TO YOU.

CARRY ON!

TRINA!

KATRINA!

I'M HOME!

WHY, MR. CRANE,
YOU'RE EARLY!

OH.

PUNCTUALITY MAY BE
A MINOR VIRTUE,

BUT IT IS A VIRTUE
NONETHELESS,

AND ONE CAN NEVER HAVE
ENOUGH VIRTUE.

THEREFORE TO BE EARLY
HAS EVEN MORE VIRTUE IN IT

THEN TO BE ON TIME.

INDEED! MY GOODNESS!

I NEVER WOULD HAVE
THOUGHT OF THAT.

COME IN.

AT LEAST HE DIDN'T
SHOW UP FOR BREAKFAST.

HE MIGHT'VE ASCENDED
STRAIGHT UP INTO HEAVEN.

OH, BALTUS!

DO COME IN,
MR. CRANE.

OHH!

THERE ARE 13 OF THEM
SPOONS IN THERE,

IF MEMORY SERVES.

OH! WELL, I--I--
I WAS--I WAS JUST ADMIRING

THE QUALITY
OF THE WORKMANSHIP.

DUTCH, NO DOUBT.

[MORE SPOONS FALL OUT]

ENGLISH,
AS A MATTER OF FACT.

HAD THEM FROM THE BOX
OF A REDCOAT OFFICER

IN A SKIRMISH ABOUT HALF
A MILE FROM THIS HOUSE.

THE SUMMER OF '74.

HE WOULD'VE DONE BETTER
TO CARRY A SECOND MUSKET

INSTEAD OF
A TEA SERVICE.

BUT THAT WAS
HIS MISFORTUNE

AND, UH, MY PROVIDENCE.

[CLOCK CHIMING]

Ichabod: AN EXCELLENT
REPAST, MRS. VAN TASSLE.

YOU ARE AN INSPIRED
COOK, IF I MAY SAY SO.

IT'S JUST SIMPLE
DUTCH FARE, MR. CRANE.

NOTHING LIKE WHAT YOU'RE
USED TO, I'M SURE.

YOU UNDERESTIMATE YOURSELF,
MY DEAR MRS. VAN TASSLE.

I HAVE EATEN IN SOME OF
THE FINEST HOMES IN BOSTON,

AND THE CUISINE DOES NOT
COMPARE WITH YOURS.

OH, WELL,
YOU'RE KIND TO SAY SO.

I'M SURE
THE CONVERSATION

WAS MUCH MORE LIVELY
AND INTERESTING.

IT'S PITCH BLACK OUT
ALREADY, AMELIA.

DO YOU WANT HIM RUNNING
INTO THE HEADLESS HORSEMAN?

OH, DEAR! WHERE HAS
THE TIME GONE?

THE HEADLESS HORSEMAN?

BALTUS, YOU MUST SEE
MR. CRANE HOME

IN THE CARRIAGE.

YOU WON'T CATCH ME
ON THAT ROAD AFTER DARK.

I'M GOING TO BED.

GOOD NIGHT TO YOU, SIR.

AND GOD SPEED YOU.

OH!

OH, WELL,

YOU CAN STAY WITH US
THE NIGHT, MR. CRANE.

WE HAVE PLENTY OF ROOM.

UM, IF YOU WOULDN'T MIND,
MRS. VAN TASSLE,

PERHAPS YOU COULD TELL ME
WHAT YOU'RE REFERRING TO.

OH, THE HEADLESS HORSEMAN?

HE WAS A HESSIAN MERCENARY

WHO HAS TORMENTED
OUR LITTLE TOWN

EVER SINCE THE DAY
HE WAS KILLED.

TORMENTED?

I'M AFRAID SO.

IT WAS IN A SKIRMISH

RIGHT HERE
IN SLEEPY HOLLOW

ON THE NIGHT OF
THE FULL HARVEST MOON.

MANY OF OUR MEN
WERE THERE THAT NIGHT,

AND THEY SWEAR TO A MAN
THAT IT'S TRUE.

THEY INDUCED
A HESSIAN CAPTAIN

TO TURN HIS COAT

AND LEAD THEM
AGAINST THE BRITISH

FOR A PACK
OF GOLD COINS.

A BRITISH FRIGATE
HAD LANDED

A FORCE OF INFANTRY
UPON THE SHORE,

INTENT ON TAKING
SLEEPY HOLLOW.

THE HESSIAN CAPTAIN
ORGANIZED OUR DEFENSE.

HE WAS LEADING THE CHARGE
AGAINST THE INVADERS

WHEN A ROUND OF
BRITISH GRAPESHOT

STUCK HIM IN HIS HEAD

AND CARRIED IT
CLEAN OFF HIS SHOULDERS.

LEGEND HAS IT
THAT AT THAT MOMENT

THE FULL MOON
TURNED RED AS BLOOD.

BUT THE HEADLESS BODY
OF THAT CAPTAIN

RODE ON WITHOUT ITS HEAD,
SWORD STILL UPRAISED,

STRAIGHT INTO
THE BRITISH LINES!

OUR BOYS, LEAD BY
THEIR HEADLESS CAPTAIN,

DROVE THEM REDCOATS
OUT OF OUR HOLLOW,

AND THEY NEVER COME BACK!

OH.

MY GOODNESS.

AN EXCELLENT TALE.

A WONDERFUL
EXAMPLE OF THE...

GENRE OF
THE LOCAL LEGEND.

GENRE?

OH, UH...

IT'S AN I-TALIAN WORD.

MEANING A STORY
WIDELY BELIEVED

BY THE INHABITANTS OF
A PARTICULAR PLACE.

AND IT REALLY
DOESN'T SCARE YOU

TO GO HOME ON THE
SLEEPY HOLLOW ROAD?

OH, NOT AT ALL.

NOT A BIT.

IT'S GRATIFYING
TO MEET A MAN

WHO DOESN'T BELIEVE ALL
THESE SILLY SUPERSTITIONS

AND ISN'T AFRAID
TO SAY.

[ANIMAL HOWLS]

WHAT?

OH, YES. HEH!

CERTAINLY NOT.

I DON'T
BELIEVE THEM, EITHER,

BUT I HAVE TO
PRETEND TO.

EVERYONE HERE
IS SO PROUD

OF THEIR GHOSTS
AND GOBLINS.

WELL...

OFTEN THESE STORIES
ARE THE ONLY WAY

OF PASSING THE TIME IN
THESE LITTLE VILLAGES.

BUT AN EDUCATED MAN
LIKE MYSELF

DOES NOT TAKE THEM
SERIOUSLY, I ASSURE YOU.

WELL, MOTHER DIDN'T TELL YOU
WHY PEOPLE ARE AFRAID

TO GO ON THE SLEEPY HOLLOW
ROAD AT NIGHT.

NO, SHE DIDN'T.

IT'S JUST
MORE SILLY NONSENSE,

AND I'M SURE
YOU MUST BE TIRED.

NO, NO, NOT AT ALL.

[OWL HOOTING]

I'D BE VERY
INTERESTED TO KNOW

WHY PEOPLE
ARE SO AFRAID

TO BE ON THE ROAD
AT NIGHT.

OLD HEINRICH BREWER WASN'T
AFRAID OF GHOSTS, EITHER,

AND LIKE YOU, HE WASN'T
AFRAID TO SAY SO.

ONE NIGHT,

ABOUT THE SAME
TIME OF YEAR AS THIS,

HE TOOK THE SLEEPY
HOLLOW ROAD FOR A SHORTCUT

COMING BACK FROM A TRIP
TO MANHATTAN.

THOSE HE WAS TRAVELING WITH
TOOK THE LONGER ROAD

FOR FEAR OF THE HORSEMAN,

BUT HE SCOFFED AT THEM
AND BOASTED HE'D BE HOME

AN HOUR BEFORE THEM.

HE NEVER MADE IT HOME.

UP AND DOWN
THE SLEEPY HOLLOW ROAD,

PEOPLE HEARD HIM SCREAMING
AND BEGGING FOR MERCY,

BUT NO ONE DARED GO OUT.

THEY FOUND HIM
THE NEXT MORNING

IN THE CHURCHYARD...

WITH HIS HEAD PULLED DOWN

INTO THE EARTH
OF THE HORSEMAN'S GRAVE

AS FAR AS HIS SHOULDERS.

IT SEEMED THE HORSEMEN
MEANT TO TAKE IT

DOWN INTO THE GRAVE
FOR HIMSELF.

WHEN THEY PULLED HIM FREE,

HIS EYES WERE STILL
STARING AT THE HORROR

THAT LOOMED OVER HIM
AT THE LAST.

HIS FACE WAS AS WHITE
AND BLOODLESS

AS A SHEET OF PAPER,

AND HIS NECK
HAD BEEN STRETCHED,

AS THOUGH IT HAD BEEN
HUNG ON A GIBBET.

YOU SEE? SILLY, ISN'T IT?

OH, YES. QUITE, UH...

RIDICULOUS.

GOOD NIGHT,
MENEER CRANE.

OH.

INDEED, UH...

I SHOULD BE
ON MY WAY.

GOOD NIGHT.

[WHISTLING]

[ANIMALS HOWLING
AND BAYING]

[INSECTS CHIRPING]

[LOW RUMBLING,
ICHABOD STOPS WHISTLING]

# I DO NOT REPROVE THEE
NOTHING #

# I DESERVE THY LIGHT #

[ICHABOD SINGING LOUDER]

# FOR I AM WEAK #

# THEREFORE, OH, LORD #

# HAVE MERCY BEFORE BEAR #

[ICHABOD SINGING
IN THE DISTANCE]

OH, MY GOODNESS!

DO YOU THINK MR. CRANE
HAS MET THE HEADLESS ONE?

UNH. WE CAN ONLY HOPE.

HOW CAN YOU SAY THAT?
POOR MR. CRANE!

POOR HORSEMAN.

YOUR PRECIOUS
SCHOOLMASTER

HAS LIKELY SCARED
THE WITS OUT OF HIM

WITH ALL THAT
BELLOWING.

OH!

Amelia: AHH,
HERE WE ARE AT LAST.

OH! GOOD EVENING,
MRS. VAN TASSLE.

GOOD EVENING,
MENEER CRANE.

MISS VAN TASSLE.

WELL,
IF YOU PLEASE, LADIES,

I THINK WE'RE READY
TO BEGIN. AHEM.

WHO DOES HE THINK HE IS?

I HEARD IT WAS
HER MAMA'S IDEA

TO HAVE HIM
FOR DINNER,

NOT KATRINA'S.

I'LL TELL YOU WHO HE IS.

HE'S A WEASEL WHO THINKS
THAT ALL HE NEEDS TO DO

IS GET HIS FOOT IN THE DOOR
TO STEAL MY GIRL.

WHAT ARE YOU
GONNA DO?

WE HAVE OPEN HOUSE
ON SUNDAYS AFTER CHURCH.

WHY DON'T YOU COME
AND HAVE A CUP OF TEA?

THAT WOULD BE ALL RIGHT,
WOULDN'T IT, MOTHER?

OF COURSE IT WOULD.

YOU'RE ALWAYS
WELCOME, MR. CRANE.

IT'S MY PLEASURE.

THERE GOES BROM BONES
AND HIS GANG

OFF FOR ANOTHER NIGHT
OF CAROUSING.

WILL THAT BOY
EVER GROW UP?

NOT IN MY LIFETIME.

IF I MAY SAY,
MISS VAN TASSLE,

YOU DEMONSTRATE
A WISDOM AND A MATURITY

FAR BEYOND YOUR
TENDER YEARS.

GOOD NIGHT, MENEER CRANE.

WELL, SIR, THE NEWS
ABOUT BROM AND KATRINA

WENT ROUND SLEEPY HOLLOW

LIKE A BRUSH FIRE
IN A DROUGHT.

THEY'RE SAYING THAT
EVERY MARRIAGEABLE MAN

FROM 16 TO 60 WAS READY
TO TRY HIS LUCK.

DAMN FOOLS,
EVERY ONE OF THEM.

MISS VAN TASSLE.

HOW LOVELY TO SEE YOU.

MENEER CRANE.

I'M SO GLAD
YOU COULD COME.

IF YOU'LL EXCUSE ME,

I'M GOING TO TAKE
A STROLL WITH MENEER CRANE.

PLEASE STAY
AND FINISH YOUR TEA.

MRS. VAN TASSLE,

DO YOU NOT OBJECT
TO YOUR DAUGHTER

STROLLING
WITH THAT MAN?

[CHUCKLES]

IN MY EXPERIENCE,

DUCKS AND GEESE
ARE FOOLISH CREATURES

WHO NEED TO BE LOOKED AFTER,

BUT YOUR KATRINA
CAN TAKE CARE OF HERSELF.

Katrina: I CAN HARDLY
BELIEVE SOMETHING LIKE THAT.

I ASSURE YOU,
IT IS TRUE, MISS VAN TASSLE,

CONFIRMED BY EXPERIMENTS
BOTH HERE AND IN EUROPE.

THE WORLD SPINS LIKE A TOP
AND HALF OF EVERY DAY,

WE ARE TOPSY-TURVY
WHETHER WE KNOW IT OR NOT.

BUT I THOUGHT THE WORLD
IS LIKE A BALL,

OR ELSE HOW COULD IT
SPIN SO SMOOTHLY?

LIKE A BALL, MISS VAN TASSLE?

WELL, DOES NOT A CHILD'S TOP
SPIN, YET IT IS NOT A BALL?

DO YOU MEAN TO SAY

THAT THE WORLD
IS LIKE A TOP?

WELL...THE LEARNED MEN
OF SCIENCE

ARE DIVIDED ON THIS POINT,
FOR SOME THINK AS I DO,

WHILE OTHERS, WHO PERHAPS

HAD NOT THE STUDIED
THE MATTER AS DEEPLY,

FEEL IT IS MORE LIKE A...
LIKE A SPINNING WHEEL.

NOW, BOTH THESE FORMS HAVE
SPINNING AS THEIR VERY NATURE

WHILE BALLS HAVE BOUNCING
AS THEIR NATURE.

SPINNING, BOUNCING.

VERY DIFFERENT.

YOU STIR A YEARNING
IN ME, MENEER CRANE.

I DO?

I THIRST FOR KNOWLEDGE.

I'M SO GRATEFUL TO YOU
FOR SHARING YOURS WITH ME.

WELL...

MISS VAN TASSLE...

WON'T YOU CALL ME ICHABOD?

WE SHOULD BE
GETTING BACK.

OH, YES. OF COURSE.

IF THE WORLD IS LIKE A TOP
AND SPINS ON ITS POINT,

THEN WHAT IS IT
STANDING ON?

WHAT?

OH, NOTHING.

I'M SURE
I'M JUST BEING SILLY.

SHOULD WE GO BACK
TO THE HOUSE?

[WHISPERING]
Katrina!

Katrina!

IF YOU HAD YOUR CHOICE

OF ANYWHERE IN THE WORLD
TO TRAVEL TO, ICHABOD,

WHERE WOULD YOU GO?

WELL, THERE'S NOWHERE ELSE
I'D RATHER BE

THAN RIGHT HERE
IN SLEEPY HOLLOW.

[LAUGHS]

I'M QUITE SERIOUS.

WOULDN'T YOU
LIKE TO TRAVEL?

WELL, SOMETIMES IT SEEMS

LIKE ALL I'VE EVER DONE
IS TRAVEL

FROM ONE PLACE TO ANOTHER.

BUT DON'T YOU WANT
TO SEE THE GREAT MUSEUMS

OF AMSTERDAM?

OR HEAR AN ORCHESTRA PLAY?

I DREAM OF SEEING
MY HOMELAND.

OHH, YES.

WELL, I...
I LONG TO TRAVEL.

TO SEE
THE PYRAMIDS OF EGYPT,

THE GREAT WALL OF CHINA.

THE WORLD
IS FULL OF WONDERS.

IS IT SO UNUSUAL
TO HAVE A WALL IN CHINA?

WELL, I SUPPOSE
IT MUST BE.

HMM.

LADIES.

[HUMMING]

AAH!

RUN!

RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!

THE DEVIL
HAS TAKEN POSSESSION

OF THE SCHOOLHOUSE!

[ALL SCREAM]

I WANT YOU AT THE WINDOW.

Man: PUT AN END
TO THIS NOW.

ALL RIGHT.

I'LL GO FIRST.

Ichabod:
THIS IS THE DEVIL'S WORK.

HE MAKES HIMSELF KNOWN

BY TURNING THINGS
TOPSY-TURVY.

IT'S MEANT TO DRIVE ME
OUT OF SLEEPY HOLLOW,

BUT I WILL NOT
BE DRIVEN OUT.

WE WILL FIGHT HIM TOGETHER!

LOOKS LIKE THE DEVIL'S
USING HAMMER AND NAILS

TO WORK HIS SPELLS
THESE DAYS.

Man: HA HA HA HA HA HA HA.

HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!

HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!

HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!

ICHABOD...

IF YOU WERE ME, WHAT WOULD
YOU DO WITH YOUR LIFE?

DO?

I'D TRAVEL THE
WORLD, OF COURSE.

YES, I KNOW,

BUT WOULD YOU
HAVE SOME AMBITIONS

TO ACCOMPLISH SOMETHING
AS WELL?

AMBITION?

OH, YES, OF COURSE.

AMBITIONS,
YES, WELL...

YOU HAVE AMBITIONS.

NOBLE AMBITIONS.

I DO?

YOU...YOU HOPE
TO ONE DAY MARRY...

AS DO I,

ALTHOUGH IT IS
A DAUNTING CHALLENGE

ON A COUNTRY
SCHOOLMASTER'S STIPEND.

DO YOU DESIRE WEALTH?

WELL, I'VE NEVER REALLY
GIVEN IT A THOUGHT...

ALTHOUGH I'VE ALWAYS
TRUSTED IN THE GOOD LORD

TO PROVIDE...

SO HE HAS.

ALTHOUGH AT TIMES,
HE'S TESTED ME SORELY.

WOULD YOU SPURN IT

IF YOU SUDDENLY FOUND YOURSELF
IN POSSESSION OF WEALTH?

WELL, I--I...

WOULD YOU GIVE IT AWAY

AND KEEP ONLY WHAT YOU NEEDED
TO LIVE YOUR DREAMS?

GIVE IT AWAY?

OH...NO.

BEAR IN MIND, KATRINA,

IF THE MAN OF VIRTUE
GIVES HIS WEALTH AWAY,

WELL, THOSE WHO HAVE IT
FROM HIM

WOULD LIKELY
BE OF LESSER VIRTUE

AND THUS, EVIL,

AND NOT GOOD
WOULD COME OF IT.

O-O-OF COURSE,

THEY MIGHT NOT BE
OF LESSER VIRTUE

JUST BECAUSE
THEY'RE...POOR.

THE QUESTION
IS A DIFFICULT ONE.

[DOG BARKS]

OHH! AAH!

[DOG HOWLS]

Katrina:
ICHABOD, ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?

HELLO, KATRINA.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?

I'VE BROUGHT YOU
A NEW SINGING MASTER,

EVEN LOUDER
THAN THE OLD ONE,

AND WHAT'S MORE, HE WON'T
COST YOU YOUR INHERITANCE.

HE'LL SING FOR FREE

OR AT LEAST
THE ODD TABLE SCRAPS.

I'VE TRAINED HIM MYSELF.

GO AWAY, BROM.

YOU'RE ONLY MAKING
A FOOL OF YOURSELF.

I DON'T SEE WHAT DIFFERENCE
THAT MAKES NOW.

DO YOU, KATRINA?

ABRAHAM VAN BRUNT!

WHAT DO YOU THINK
YOU'RE DOING?!

GOOD EVENING, MRS. VAN TASSLE,
MR. VAN TASSLE.

I HOPE I HAVEN'T
DISTURBED YOU,

BUT I KNOW HOW MUCH
KATRINA ADMIRES LOUD SINGING.

ARE YOU ALL RIGHT,
ICHABOD?

OH, NO, I'M FINE.
FINE.

UH, I'LL JUST
SIT DOWN A MOMENT.

[LAUGHS WEAKLY]

DO YOU SEE WHAT YOU'VE DONE,
MR. VAN BRUNT?

NO, I'M SURE
HE DIDN'T MEAN

HIS CHILDISH PRANK
TO CAUSE ME ANY INJURY.

NO, YOU'RE RIGHT THERE.

THAT WAS JUST
A LUCKY TURN.

Baltus: HA HA HA HA HA!

COME ALONG, BROM.

LET'S SEE IF THERE
ISN'T A LITTLE REWARD

FOR YOUR REVERENT MUTT,
HUH?

I THINK A DRINK
IS IN ORDER

AFTER THAT PERFORMANCE.

I THINK MR. VAN BRUNT

HAS HAD QUITE ENOUGH
TO DRINK ALREADY!

OH, I MEANT FOR
THE DOG, MY DEAR.

[SCOFFS]

I SEE I'VE GONE AND MADE YOU
UPSET, MRS. VAN TASSLE.

I'M VERY SORRY.

HA! COME ON.

KATRINA, GO AND FETCH
ONE OF YOUR FATHER'S ROBES.

YOU CAN COME AND CHANGE
IN THE GUEST ROOM, MR. CRANE.

I WILL GET THE STAIN
OUT OF YOUR SUIT

AND STEAM IT AND PRESS IT.

OH, NO, NO. THAT'S HARDLY
NECESSARY, MRS. VAN TASSLE.

OH, THAT'S NONSENSE!
OF COURSE IT IS!

YOU CAN'T GO HOME
IN SOILED, WET CLOTHES!

YOU HAVEN'T DONE YOUR CAUSE
MUCH GOOD WITH THIS.

THE CAUSE IS LOST,
MENEER.

OH, SHE'S JUST
18 YEARS OLD.

SHE DOESN'T
KNOW HER MIND,

SHE JUST
THINKS SHE DOES,

AND SHE'S
ANGRY WITH YOU.

HAVE A LITTLE PATIENCE
UNTIL SHE SORTS IT OUT.

I MEAN NO DISRESPECT,

BUT AM I WRONG WANT TO MAKE
MY OWN WAY IN THE WORLD?

NOT JUST STEP IN HERE

AND HAVE THE BENEFITS
OF ALL YOU'VE ACCOMPLISHED?

KATRINA FEELS SHE DOESN'T
WANT TO TURN HER BACK ON ME

AND HER MOTHER AND RUN OFF
WITH YOU TO OHIO.

I LOVE HER
MORE THAN LIFE ITSELF.

I DON'T BELIEVE
HE LOVES HER...

NOT LIKE I DO.

GO HOME, BROM.

YOU START DROWNING
YOUR SORROWS.

YOU NEED A CLEAR
HEAD AND SHARP EYES

TO SEIZE YOUR CHANCE
WHEN IT COMES, HMM?

WILL YOU DO THAT?

I WILL.

Baltus:
IT OCCURS TO ME

THAT IF A STRANGER
WERE TO COME IN NOW,

HE WOULD JUDGE YOU
TO BE THE MASTER HERE

AND ME THE GUEST.

OH, I DOUBT THAT, SIR.

I THINK ANYONE WOULD SEE
IMMEDIATELY WHO IS MASTER HERE.

WHAT DO YOU THINK,
CRANE?

WOULD YOU LIKE TO BE
MASTER HERE SOME DAY?

OH, MR. VAN TASSLE,
I WOULD NEVER EVEN THINK

SUCH A PRESUMPTUOUS THOUGHT.

NO, NO, NO, NO, WAIT.

I AM A MAN WHO APPRECIATES
PLAIN TALK, CRANE.

IT WILL FALL TO
MY DAUGHTER'S HUSBAND

TO PROSPER
THIS FARM FOR HER

AND FOR
MY GRANDCHILDREN.

DO YOU THINK THAT
YOU COULD LEARN

TO MANAGE
VAN TASSLE FARM?

WELL...WELL...I WILL SPEAK
PLAINLY, MR. VAN TASSLE.

I'VE NO EXPERIENCE FARMING...

BUT I WOULD DEVOTE MYSELF

TO THE STUDY OF AGRICULTURE
AND ANIMAL HUSBANDRY.

AND YOU WOULD BE CONTENT

TO GIVE UP
ALL THIS BOOKISHNESS

AND BE A FARMER?

WITHOUT HESITATION.

AND THESE FANCIES
OF KATRINA'S,

CULTURE AND TRAVEL
AND BOOK LEARNING

AND SO FORTH?

WE'RE BOTH
MEN OF THE WORLD, SIR.

THESE ARE THE IMMATURE,

ROMANTIC FANTASIES
OF A YOUNG AND SHELTERED GIRL.

I'M CERTAIN THAT
ONCE SHE'S PRESENTED YOU

WITH A GRANDCHILD...

SHE WILL PUT ALL THESE
FOOLISH DREAMS BEHIND HER, HMM?

[CHUCKLES]

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

GOOD MORNING,
MR. CRANE.

UH, MENEER VAN TASSLE
EXTENDS AN INVITATION

TO HARVEST MERRYMAKING
THIS EVENING.

HE HOPES YOU CAN ATTEND.

MISS KATRINA HAS INVITED
ME TO A MERRYMAKING?

I SUPPOSE SHE CONCURS, SIR.

TONIGHT?

I BELIEVE I MENTIONED
THAT AS WELL, SIR.

WELL...

I'LL BE THERE.

YOU TELL MISS KATRINA,

UH...I'LL BE THERE.

UH, MENEER WILL BE GLAD
TO KNOW IT.

GOOD DAY.

SCHOOL--
SCHOOL IS DISMISSED.

All: YAY!

AND TOMORROW SHALL BE
A HOLIDAY, TOO!

All: YAY!

[HUMS]

YOU'VE DONE IT!

MENEER CRANE,
YOU DEVIL, YOU.

THERE IS ONLY ONE REASON
FOR THIS MERRYMAKING, HMM?

SHE DOESN'T WANT
TO WAIT ANY LONGER

AND NEITHER
DO HER PARENTS.

[HUMS]

HMM...

HMM...

[WHISTLES]

YOU WILL BE THE MASTER
OF THE VAN TASSLE FARM.

KNOWN IN THE FULLNESS OF TIME,

THE CRANE FARM.

[FLY BUZZES]

UH...NO, NO.

THE CRANE ESTATE.

[FLIES BUZZ]

AAH!

MRS. VAN RIPPER!

MRS. VAN RIPPER!

MRS. VAN RIPPER?!

[DOOR UNLOCKS]

MR. CRANE!

WHAT ON EARTH HAS HAPPENED?

MRS. VAN RIPPER,

I AM BESET
BY SATAN'S IMPS.

THEY HAVE RUINED

MY ONLY SUIT OF CLOTHES

AND--AND SET A PLAGUE
OF LOCUSTS UPON ME.

YOU MUST HELP ME.

CALM YOURSELF.

SIT DOWN HERE ON THE PORCH
AND WAIT A MINUTE.

THIS IS MY HUSBAND'S
WEDDING SUIT.

HE WAS QUITE A BIT
THINNER THEN,

BUT NOT MUCH TALLER,
I'M AFRAID,

BUT IT'S THE BEST I CAN DO.

GOD BLESS YOU,
MRS. VAN RIPPER.

GOD BLESS YOU,
MRS. VAN RIPPER.

Ichabod: HMM.

UH, MR. VAN RIPPER...

I HOPE YOU DON'T MIND
MY MAKING A LOAN

OF YOUR WEDDING SUIT
FOR THE EVENING.

YOU CAN KEEP IT FOR
ALL IT MATTERS TO ME.

I'M NOT PLANNIN'
ON MARRYIN' AGAIN

ANYTIME SOON.

YOU KNOW...

THIS MAY BE A GOOD OMEN
AFTER ALL.

OHH.

IF MY HOPES
ARE FULFILLED TONIGHT,

I MAY ASK FOR THE LOAN
OF THIS SUIT ONCE MORE

FOR THE PURPOSE
IT WAS MADE FOR.

OH, COULD I ASK
ONE FURTHER FAVOR OF YOU,

MY DEAR SUPERINTENDENT?

I DON'T LEND MONEY.

OH, NO, NOT MONEY, SIR.

NO. ONLY THE USE
OF A HORSE FOR THE EVENING?

A HORSE?!

WELL, I MUST MAKE
A PROPER IMPRESSION.

I'M THE GUEST OF HONOR.

MY, MY.

GUEST OF HONOR.

MOVIN' UP IN THE WORLD,
AREN'T YOU, MR. CRANE?

WELL, WHAT DO YOU SAY,
MR. VAN RIPPER?

WILL YOU LET ME
HAVE THE HORSE?

WELL, YOU CAN
HAVE MY PLOW HORSE

GUNPOWDER.

HE MAY BE TOO OLD
TO PULL A PLOW ANYMORE,

BUT HE CAN STILL
BE MEAN AS THE DEVIL.

OHH, THANK YOU, SIR.

MR. VAN RIPPER,

I WILL NEVER FORGET
YOUR KINDNESS

AND IN YEARS TO COME,

YOU WILL SEE
THAT ICHABOD CRANE...

KNOWS HOW TO TREAT
HIS FRIENDS.

[FLY BUZZES]

[GUNPOWDER WHINNIES]

GUNPOWDER!

COME BACK HERE!

[LAUGHTER]

RIGHT NOW!

GUNPOWDER WAS THE MOST
FAMOUS PLOW HORSE

IN SLEEPY HOLLOW.

[ALL LAUGH]

PARDON MY IGNORANCE,

BUT WHAT MAKES
A PLOW HORSE FAMOUS?

HAD NO SENSE OF DIRECTION!

HA!

AND WHEN GUNPOWDER
PLOWED A FIELD,

IT LOOKED LIKE THE PATTERN
ON A PATCHWORK QUILT!

THAT OLD WORKHORSE
WASN'T JUST DUMB,

HE WAS DOWNRIGHT ORNERY!

JUST LIKE HIS OWNER!

GUNPOWDER AND ICHABOD!

THERE'S A SIGHT
THAT YOU'D NEVER FORGET!

Katrina:
EXCUSE ME, LADIES.

ICHABOD.

YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO DRESS UP.

IT'S ONLY
A HARVEST MERRYMAKING.

OHH. I'M SORRY
I'M LATE KATRINA.

I HAD A BIT OF DIFFICULTY
WITH MY HORSE.

HE'S A SPIRITED...
ANIMAL.

Woman: EVENING, BROM!

Ichabod: I, UH...
IT TOOK ME A WHILE

TO BREAK HIM
TO MY WILL.

I, UH...

I HOPE I DIDN'T WORRY YOU.

EXCUSE ME A MOMENT.

[GASPS]

HAVE WE MISSED ANYTHING?

HEH HEH HEH HEH.

AHH...THERE.

THAT SHOULD
HOLD YOU FOR A BIT.

OH, YOU ARE TOO KIND,
MENEER VAN TASSLE.

HA HA HA HA HA.

AH! AND HAVE A GLASS OF BEER.

WOULDN'T WANT YOU CHOKING

ON THIS NIGHT
OF ALL NIGHTS.

ENJOY YOURSELF.

COME ON, KATRINA,

LET'S DANCE.

NO, THANK YOU.

JUST ONE DANCE.

OHH...

HA HA HA HA HA.

[APPLAUSE]

AH, ICHABOD,

STORYTELLING
HAS JUST BEGUN.

I'M SURE YOU DON'T
WANT TO MISS THAT.

OH--WHAT--OH, YES,

BUT, UM, UH...

DON'T WORRY
ABOUT KATRINA.

THE NIGHT
IS STILL YOUNG.

HMM?

OHH.

KATRINA...

BROM.

WHAT'S GOING ON,
KATRINA?

DID THAT
YANKEE SCHOOLMARM

CAST SOME KIND
OF SPELL OVER YOU?

YOU'RE ACTING
LIKE...

LIKE...

YOU'RE SWEET
ON THAT FOOL.

WHAT DO YOU CARE IF I AM?

KATRINA...

I LOVE YOU.

I KNOW YOU.

YOU CAN NEVER BE HAPPY
WITH THAT GRASSHOPPER.

I'M ASKING YOU
FOR ANOTHER CHANCE.

ICHABOD DOESN'T
JUST DISMISS MY DREAMS

AS YOU DO.

KATRINA,

MY EXQUISITE ONE!

TH--TH--TH--THOUGH
IT IS NO FAULT OF HIS OWN,

Y-Y-YOU'RE MR. VAN BRUNT

IS NOTHING BUT
AN IGNORANT BLACKSMITH.

IF YOU, FAIR KATRINA,

WOULD ONLY GRANT ME
YOUR HAND IN MARRIAGE,

I--I--I--I WOULD GLADLY
TEACH THAT POOR FOOL

BY--BY MY EXAMPLE.

WHAT SAY YOU,
FAIR KATRINA?

I'M GOING INSIDE.

ARE YOU COMING?

YOU GO ON AHEAD.

I'LL BE ALONG.

HE DROPPED TO HIS KNEES,

FRANTICALLY DIGGING
AT THE GRAVE SITE

WITH HIS BARE HANDS.

HIS FINGERS RIPPING
AT THE TREE ROOTS

THAT STRANGLED HER COFFIN.

HIS EYES BURNING AND BLINDED
BY THE DUST OF HER GRAVE,

WHEN SUDDENLY,

THE WOMAN'S HANDS PULLED HIM
INTO THE BLACK PIT SCREAMING!

"TILL DEATH DO US PART!"

[LAUGHTER]

WELL, GOOD WIFE,

LET'S HAVE THE STORY

OF THE
HEADLESS HORSEMAN

FOR OUR
HONORED GUEST.

NO ONE TELLS IT
LIKE YOU DO.

OHH. I'M AFRAID MR. CRANE
IS VERY HARD TO IMPRESS.

I TOLD HIM THE TALE
AT THIS VERY HOUSE

AND HE STILL WALKED
THE SLEEPY HOLLOW ROAD

AFTER THE WITCHING HOUR,

ALTHOUGH I OFFERED LODGING.

DIDN'T YOU, MR. CRANE?

I DID.

I THINK YOU'D BE
MORE IMPRESSED

IF YOU RAN INTO HIM.

OH, BUT I DID
RUN INTO HIM, MENEER,

BUT I'M NOT ALTOGETHER SURE

THAT IT WAS YOUR...
HEADLESS HORSEMAN

AND NOT SOME OTHER
SOLDIER OF SATAN,

FOR I DID NOT SEE HIS HEAD
OR LACK OF ONE THEREOF,

BUT I CAN ASSURE YOU HE CAME
WITH COMPANION GHOSTS.

WHAT HAPPENED, MR. CRANE?
TELL THE TALE!

TELL THE TALE!

All: TELL THE TALE!

WELL, UH, I WAS
PROCEEDING HOMEWARD

TO THE VAN RIPPER'S

WHERE I WAS BOARDED
THAT WEEK,

WHEN THE HAUNTS
CHARGED ME ALTOGETHER.

[ALL GASP]

WELL, HAD I SHOWN FEAR,

THEY WOULD HAVE SUCCEEDED
IN THEIR PURPOSE,

BUT I STOOD MY GROUND,

AND JUST AS THEY WERE
ABOUT TO TRAMPLE ME,

THEY VANISHED
LIKE THE MIST...

INTO NOTHINGNESS.

JUST VANISHED, DID THEY?

LIKE THAT.

I CAN HARDLY BELIEVE IT.

I DOUBT IT WAS
THE HORSEMAN HE SAW,

FOR NO MAN CAN STAND
IN HIS WAY AND LIVE.

WELL, MR. VAN BRUNT,

I BELIEVE YOUR
HEADLESS HORSEMAN

FEARS THOSE
WHO DO NOT FEAR HIM,

WHICH EXPLAINS
WHY HE CHARGED ME

IN THE COMPANY OF A HOST
OF OTHER MOUNTED GHOSTS

AS IF HE KNEW
THAT BY HIMSELF

HE WOULD BE
AT THE DISADVANTAGE.

BRAVE WORDS SITTING HERE

IN A ROOM FULL OF
GOD-FEARING PEOPLE,

WITH LIGHT AND GOOD FOOD

AND WHISKEY
TO WARM YOUR SOUL.

BUT I'LL WAGER YOUR BLOOD

WOULD RUN AS COLD
AS MINE DID

WERE YOU TO MEET THE REAL
HEADLESS HORSEMAN

ON THE DARK ROAD
ALL ALONE.

YOU'VE SEEN THIS
HEADLESS HORSEMAN?

SEEN HIM...

AND MORE.

TELL THE TALE!
TELL THE TALE!

All: TELL THE TALE!

I WAS RETURNING HOME

FROM A NAME DAY
CELEBRATION

FROM MY UNCLE
IN SING SING.

THOUGH IT WAS WELL PAST
THE WITCHING HOUR,

WE CAME ALONG
THE SLEEPY HOLLOW ROAD

TO SAVE US AN HOUR MORE
OF RIDING.

SOME SAY IT WAS FOOLISH
TAKING THE CHANCE,

KNOWING WHAT THE HORSEMAN
DONE TO BREWER,

BUT I'D NEVER SPOKEN
DISRESPECTFUL OF HIM

AND ME AND DAREDEVIL
COULD OUTRUN AND OUT-RIDE

ANY MAN OR GHOST!

OR SO I THOUGHT.

AND SO IT WAS.

AS WE COME
TO MAJOR ANDRE'S TREE,

DAREDEVIL PULLED UP
IN HIS GALLOP

AND REARED UP SO HIGH,

HE NEARLY THROWN ME DOWN...

[ALL GASP]

AND THERE BEFORE ME

WITH THE BRIGHT RED MOON
BEHIND HIM...

SAT THE HEADLESS HORSEMAN

IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD.

[ALL CHATTER]

Brom: HE DIDN'T MOVE...

SO I STARTED DAREDEVIL
AT A GENTLE TROT TOWARD HIM,

THINKING I COULD DASH
THROUGH THE STREAM AROUND HIM

AND MAKE A RUN FOR MY LIFE.

I KNEW ME AND DAREDEVIL
COULD DO IT...

BUT AS WE CAME ABREAST,

HE DREW HIS SWORD
FROM HIS SCABBARD

AND RAISED IT HIGH

AND THEN HE SWUNG IT AROUND
TO TAKE MY HEAD!

IF I HADN'T DUCKED DOWN,

HE WOULD HAVE SLICED IT
CLEAN OFF WITH HIS FIERY SWORD!

WELL, SIR, ME AND DAREDEVIL,

WE RUN LIKE
WE NEVER RUN BEFORE,

BUT THAT DEVIL HORSE

WAS BREATHING FIRE
ON DAREDEVIL'S RUMP,

AND THAT SWORD WAS FLASHING
AND SLASHING THROUGH THE DARK,

AN INCH FROM
THE BACK OF MY NECK.

WE BOTH KNEW WHAT IT WAS
WE WERE UP AGAINST.

WE WERE RUNNING, I TELL YOU,

BUT NEVER DID WE GAIN
A STRIDE ON OUR PURSUER.

I KICKED THAT HORSE OF MINE

LIKE I NEVER KICKED HIM
'FORE OR SINCE,

AND HE KNEW
WHAT IT WAS I WANTED.

ALL WE HAD TO DO WAS
GET ACROSS THE LOG BRIDGE,

THROUGH THE CHURCHYARD, AND
PAST THE HESSIAN'S GRAVE.

BUT AS WE COME TO THE EDGE
OF THE STREAM,

I FELT A BLACKNESS

COVER ME AND DAREDEVIL.

IT WAS SO THICK, I COULDN'T
SEE MY HAND IN FRONT OF MY FACE,

AND THEN, ALL OF A SUDDEN,
THERE HE WAS...

IN FRONT OF ME,
ACROSS THE STREAM.

HE PASSED RIGHT THROUGH ME!

I KNEW THEN
IT WAS ALL OVER.

HE COULD DO WITH ME
WHAT HE WANTED.

I CLOSED MY EYES
AND WAITED FOR THE BLOW...

AND?

AND?

NEVER COME.

I OPENED ONE EYE TO SEE
WHAT WAS TAKING HIM SO LONG.

HE'D SHEATHED HIS SWORD,

AND IF HE HAD A HEAD,

I HAD A FEELING
IT'D BE SMILING.

HE TURNED HIS HORSE AROUND

AND TROTTED BACK
INTO THE CHURCHYARD

AND DOWN, AS THOUGH
INTO A RAVINE...

UNTIL NOTHING
OF HIM REMAINED.

BUT I AM JUST
AN IGNORANT BLACKSMITH

WITHOUT ANY OF THE EDUCATION
MR. CRANE BOASTS OF.

I DOUBT IF I'VE GIVEN HIM

ANY REASON TO FEAR
THE SLEEPY HOLLOW ROAD AT NIGHT.

HAVE I, MR. CRANE?

INDEED, THOUGH THE TALE
YOU TELL IS TERRIFYING,

TO BE SURE,
MR. VAN BRUNT...

I'M CONFIDENT
AND PREPARED

FOR ANY SUCH ENCOUNTER.

YOU STILL HERE, ICHABOD?

OHH. OH...

I'LL BE ON MY WAY
MOMENTARILY, BALTUS.

I'M JUST HOPING TO HAVE
A MOMENT IN PRIVATE

WITH MISS KATRINA.

AH, WELL, THEN,
GOOD NIGHT, ICHABOD

AND, UH...GOOD-BYE.

HERE YOU ARE,
KATRINA.

ICHABOD.

I THOUGHT YOU WOULD
HAVE BEEN ON YOUR WAY BY NOW.

THERE'S, UM...

THERE'S SOMETHING I'VE
BEEN MEANING TO ASK YOU

ALL EVENING LONG
AND, WELL...

AND I THINK
THE MOMENT...

HAS COME.

MY DEAR KATRINA,

I BELIEVE YOU KNOW
WHAT I WISH TO SAY.

I BELIEVE YOU KNOW
WHAT IS IN MY HEART.

I BELIEVE I DO, YES.

MY DARLING...

I AM PREPARED TO GIVE UP
MY LIFELONG STUDY

OF THE MYSTERIES
OF THE INVISIBLE WORLD

ALL FOR YOU.

ALL I ASK...
I ASK FOR NOTHING...

BUT YOUR DEAR HAND
IN MARRIAGE

THAT I MAY BE YOUR
HUSBAND AND PROTECTOR,

YOUR HELP MATE
AND MENTOR,

YOUR GUIDE AND TEACHER--

YOU CARE NOTHING FOR ME.

I DOUBT IF YOU CARE
FOR ANYONE BUT YOURSELF.

WHAT DID YOU SAY,
MY DEAR KATRINA?

ALL YOU CARE ABOUT IS
MY FATHER'S PROPERTY AND WEALTH.

WHAT?

WHO PUT SUCH THOUGHTS
INTO YOUR HEAD?

UH--UH--UH...

IS IT BROM THAT POISONED
YOUR MIND AGAINST ME?

BROM MAY HAVE NO EDUCATION,

BUT HE DOES LOVES ME.

IT'S ME HE WANTED.

ONLY ME.

BUT, KATRINA, YOU...

YOU ACCUSE ME UNJUSTLY.

I...

I SWEAR
BY ALL THAT'S HOLY--

CAREFUL, MR. CRANE.

TO SWEAR FALSELY
BY ALL THAT'S HOLY

IS TO INVITE DAMNATION.

KATRINA, HOW COULD
YOU THINK ME CAPABLE

OF SUCH A THING?

"WE ARE BOTH MEN
OF THE WORLD, SIR.

"THESE ARE THE IMMATURE
ROMANTIC FANTASIES

"OF A YOUNG
AND SHELTERED GIRL.

"I'M SURE ONCE SHE HAS
PRESENTED YOU WITH A GRANDCHILD,

"SHE WILL PUT ALL SUCH

FOOLISH DREAMS BEHIND HER."

YOU ARE A HYPOCRITE,
MR. CRANE.

NOW I SUGGEST
YOU BE ON YOUR WAY.

GOOD NIGHT,

AND PLEASE
DON'T CALL ON ME AGAIN.

[COYOTES HOWL]

[WHINNIES]

GO. GO ON.

WHOA! WHOA! WHOA, BOY!
WHOA, BOY!

GUNPOWDER!

GUNPOWDER?!

WHOA! OH, WHOA!

WHOA!

EASY, BOY! EASY!

[NEIGHS]

THAT'S IT.

IT'S JUST A TRICK
OF THE MOONLIGHT.

[BIRDS CHIRP]

WHOA!

AAH!

AAH!

IS THIS YOUR HEAD?

WELL, IT MUST BE.

IT'S FULL OF MUSH.

YOU THINK I DIDN'T KNOW
IT WAS YOU?

DO YOU SUPPOSE
I'M SUCH A FOOL

AS TO THINK--

[SCREECHING]

[GULPS]

[HORSEMAN GROWLS]

UH...UH...UH...

[WOLF HOWLS]

UH...UHH...AAH...

[HORSEMAN GROWLS]

WELL, IF IT'S
WHAT IT SEEMS LIKE,

HE WAS TOOK
BY THE HEADLESS HORSEMAN

RIGHT OUT OF THIS WORLD.

Amelia:
I CAN'T UNDERSTAND

WHY SUCH A TERRIBLE THING

COULD HAVE BEFALLEN
POOR MR. CRANE.

I RECKON IT WAS

BECAUSE
HE WAS A YANKEE.

I GUESS THAT JUST LEAVES US
TO SETTLE HIS ACCOUNTS

RIGHT AND PROPER.

HE WAS A BACHELOR
AS FAR AS WE KNOWS.

IS ANYONE OWED ANY MONEY
BY THE DEPARTED SCHOOLMASTER?

WELL, THEN, I SAY WE BURN
ALL THIS TRUCK OF HIS.

WE DON'T WANT HIM
COMING BACK FROM THE PIT

LOOKING FOR HIS PIPE,
I RECKON.

AND NO ONE EVER
HEARD ANY NEWS

OF THE UNFORTUNATE
MR. CRANE EVER AGAIN?

WELL, HOW COULD THEY

WHEN HE WAS SNATCHED
OUT OF THIS WORLD

BY
THE HEADLESS HORSEMAN,

NOT EVEN LEAVING
A HAIR BEHIND?

AND BROM AND KATRINA,
WHAT OF THEM?

THEY WAS MARRIED
SHORTLY AFTER.

IT WAS THE FINEST WEDDING

ANYONE EVER SEEN
IN SLEEPY HOLLOW.

I WAS THERE

AND DANCED WITH
THE BRIDE MYSELF.

AND FOR THE HONEYMOON,

BROM BONES BOOKED PASSAGE
TO AMSTERDAM

AND THEY STAYED THERE
THE WHOLE OF THE WINTER.

IT'S VAN BROM'S FARM NOW,
BIGGER THAN EVER,

AND IT'S PARCELED OUT
TO ALL THE GRANDCHILDREN.

SO HOW SAY YOU,
MENEER KNICKERBOCKER,

WAS THIS A TALE
WORTH WRITING DOWN?

OH, YES,

THOUGH THERE ARE
ONE OR TWO POINTS

ON WHICH I HAVE MY DOUBTS.

WELL, AS TO THAT,

I DON'T EVEN BELIEVE
ONE HALF OF IT, MYSELF,

AND I AIN'T SAYIN'
WHICH HALF.

[ALL LAUGH]

WELL, THEN,
LET'S RAISE OUR TANKARDS

TO THE MEMORY OF POOR
UNFORTUNATE MR. CRANE.

All: ICHABOD CRANE!

WHY, THAT'S
THE DEPARTED WIDOW JACOBS,

WITH A LIVING CHILD
IN HER ARMS!

NOW, THAT'S A TALE.

TOO LONG A ONE, I HOPE.

WELL, IT'S SAID THAT
SHE DIED OF CHILDBIRTH

WAY BACK IN THE TIME
OF OLD HEINRICH HUDSON HIMSELF.

SHE WAS THE FIRST BURIED
IN WHAT BECAME OUR CHURCHYARD

TOGETHER
WITH HER UNBORN CHILD.

[THUNDER]

...THERE WAS SUCH A CRUSH.

OLD HEINRICH HUDSON HAD
TRIED TO GET TO THE GRAVE SITE

AND FAILED MISERABLY...

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