Sleepy Hollow (2013–2017): Season 1, Episode 2 - Blood Moon - full transcript

[CAWING]

My name is Ichabod Crane
and I became a spy...

...under General Washington.

George Washington?
Do you know him?

MAN:
Tell me about the horseman.

First, I shot him. He rose back up.
Beheading him seemed the next logical step.
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This is the only way I could reach you.

My body was never buried in that grave.
Then you are a witch.

I'm Lieutenant Abbie Mills.

You've been emancipated, I take it?

Excuse me?
From enslavement.



Revelations.
This speaks of two witnesses...

"brought together for
a seven-year period of tribulation...

...to defend humanity
from the forces of hell.

You think that's us.

Put the weapon down.
Put your hands on your--

What the hell is that?

[HEART BEATING]

KATRINA:
Ichabod!

[PANTING]

[GRUNTS]

[HORSES NEIGHING]

[VINES CREAKING]

[GRUNTING]

Unh!



KATRINA: We're safe here for now.
Katrina.

What is this place?
There isn't time to explain.

You've been charged to a larger purpose.
To stop the Four Horsemen.

Conquest, War, Famine
and Death, Ichabod.

The very one whose head you claimed
on the battlefield.

But now he's returned
to gather the others.

[RUMBLING]

Together they will unleash
the apocalypse.

Before the Four Horsemen can ride,
an army of evil will make way for their arrival.

The first dark spirit
rises with the blood moon.

She's one of us.
One of who?

You must stop her before she kills again.
Katrina. Katrina?

[HISSING]

[SIREN WAILING]

Morning.
I must speak with Lieutenant Mills.

I can't let you leave. You're a material
witness in an ongoing investigation.

I'm afraid it can't wait.
Lieutenant Mills will be here shortly, sir.

FRANK:
We've been over this.

The circumstances surrounding
Sheriff Corbin's murder are opaque at best.

That's one way of putting it.

Another way would be to say he was killed
with an ax by a man with no head...

...but that'd make me sound crazy.
You said it.

Not just my words, sir.
Two other officers went on record.

They recanted.

What? What do you mean,
they recanted?

Two men, in a firefight
with an unknown assailant...

...while ducking behind a police vehicle,
at dawn, when the light was low?

They may not be the precinct's finest,
but they know how that'll sound...

...to an investigating committee.
They're scared.

You're damn right.
The whole town's scared.

What about Brooks?
What about him?

He was locked in a cell
less than five minutes, yet somehow...

"something got in there
and snapped his head backwards...

...like a PEZ dispenser.
Come with me.

This is two minutes
after the duty officer closes the door.

[DEMONIC VOICE SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

No.

No?
That is not what happened.

Give us a minute.

Sir, I'm telling you there was
something in that cell with him.

Really?
lam not the only one who saw it.

I assume you're referring to Mr. Crane,
our resident time traveler.

ABBIE: Sir, you were in the interrogation room.
You saw what happened.

He passed the polygraph without a spike.
That's hardly without precedent.

We sent his test in
for further psych evaluation.

Doctors say our man
suffers from a disorder...

...known as objective transference.

He may believe he decapitated a Hessian
soldier during the Revolutionary War...

...that his wife is a witch
who put a spell on him...

...and now he woke up two centuries later,
in Sleepy Hollow.

The details, the personality,
they're all wildly specific...

...and impossibly thorough. Know why?

Because the human brain is limitless
in its ability to trick itself.

[ROARING]

So you think we're both crazy?
Possibly.

Look, I can't explain
what's going on here. Not yet.

But in the absence of options...

...you and this Crane may be
my only choice.

I won't be at the funeral, I'm sorry.

I'm going to Albany
to secure some resources.

While I'm gone,
I'm giving you some latitude.

But I am warning you, lieutenant,
do not embarrass me.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

This is unacceptable.
I will not be held prisoner here.

Good morning to you too.
Thanks, Mike.

Mike. If I'm charged with m: crime,
why am I under guard?

Well, for one, it's the law.

[SCOFFS]

As a free man, any law that
takes away my God-given right...

...serves neither God nor its own design.

Its a little early
for a Constitutional debate.

Have a doughnut hole.
I don't want a doughnut hole.

Take heed, lieutenant, I received
a warning last night from Katrina.

Katrina. Your wife was here?

No, she appeared to me in a dream.

Or more aptly, a vision.

For the time being,
the horseman seems to have vanished...

...which, in theory, would provide relief...

...except she said, "The first dark spirit
awaits entry into your world."

Mm, these are good.

That's your proof? Your dead wife
told you this in a dream?

Someone's given you reason
to doubt my veracity.

I didn't need a reason.
I've been doubting you since we met.

And myself. And now you're telling me
something new is coming...

...but you don't know what
or who or why.

After all we've seen,
you're still holding on to uncertainty.

I'm trying to hold onto my sanity...

...not to mention my job.

I just spent the last hour...

...defending you to my captain.
Do me a favor...

...and don't look at me like
I'm the one that's crazy, okay?

I've had enough of that
for one lifetime.

Let's go.
Belief is sanity, lieutenant.

I'm no more eager
to accept it than you.

But if Katrina's warning is real,
and we shall soon find out...

...then it appears evil
has found a new home...

...in Sleepy Hollow.

Aah! What's happening to me?

[DEMON SPEAKING IN GREEK]

What is this?

[DEMON SPEAKING IN GREEK]

No. No.

[GAGGING]

[DEMON SPEAKING IN GREEK]

Release who?

Okay, let me see if I get this.
When you first met Katrina...

She disliked me intensely.
Because?

That is a discussion
for another day.

Is this correct? This meal cost $4.95.

Dear God.
With an additional tax of 41 cents.

[LAUGHS]

Don't try to change the subject.
Somehow, you fell in love.

You get married, but the whole time,
you have no idea that your wife is a witch?

Correct.
How could you not know?

When Katrina and I met,
the witch trials...

...had already taken the lives
of hundreds of women.

So I choose to believe Katrina
withheld the truth to protect me.

And herself,
and as we've come to learn...

...the fate of the entire country from those
who would do us considerable harm.

Ah, she was protecting the fate...

...of the American Revolution.

I understand, to you it sounds--
Insane when spoken out loud.

No, what's insane is a 10 percent levy
on baked goods.

You realize the Revolutionary War
began on less than 2 percent?

How is the public not flocking
to the streets in outrage?

We must do something.
Heh, heh. Here's what we can do.

No more first-hand accounts of witches
or founding fathers...

...or doughnut-tax outrage unless
you wanna be sent back to the asylum.

Point taken.
And we will need to find you a cover.

I'm sure I can muster one up.

[ENGINE STARTS]

I'm not asking if you're qualified.
I'm asking if you're running away.

Oh, God. Officer down.

Oh, my God. Officer down.

What were you trying
to tell me, Katrina?

Please help me understand.

The first dark spirit
rises with the blood moon.

She is one of us.

ICHABOD:
One of who?

ABBIE:
Crane.

"She's one of us."
Those were her exact words.

What are you talking about?

She was referring to a witch.

[HISSING]

He sent me to help you find
the people you're looking for.

And to give you a message.

"The ashes of the pious
will ordain your resurrection.

Take their flesh...

...and you will reclaim yours."

[ROCK MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO]

You're a runaway train, baby

[SIREN WAILING]

Hello.
Officer.

I don't believe I was speeding.

Name, please.

Are you okay, sir?
Yes.

What happened to your neck?
It's hard to explain.

I need your full name.

Uh, Jeremy Steven Furth.

Jeremy.

Wherever this road takes you,
and it won't be far...

...I want you to know
it wasn't personal.

[ENGINE STALLING]

[STATIC ON RADIO]

[FRANK SINATRA'S "WITCHCRAFT"
PLAYING ON RADIO]

Those fingers in my hair

That sly come-hither stare

That strips my conscience bare

It's witchcraft

[SCREAMING]

Wicked witchcraft

ICHABOD: Consider that witches are known
to draw their power from the lunar cycle.

Does this not concern you?

Of course it does, but you gotta
give me a minute to find my feet here.

I was on my way to Quantico
two seconds ago to be a criminal profiler...

...and now I'm profiling a witch.
It's gonna take a little catching up for me.

What are we supposed to do, put out an APB
on a woman with, uh, warts and a broom?

Lieutenant, I too believed
that we lived in a world...

...where superstition
gave way to reason and logic.

Until General Washington brought me
into a secret war with forces which...

...like you, I am yet
to fully understand.

Even so...

...you still doubt your own eyes?
Look, I know what I saw with you.

I'm not pretending I didn't, but usual
police procedure isn't gonna cut it.

You've not had appropriate time
to mourn your sheriff.

Excuse me?

He was more than just a colleague
to you, wasn't he?

The demon you and your sister
saw in the forest, he believed you.

I saw it in your eyes
at the burial, Ms. Mills.

Please, help me understand.

After Jenny and I saw that thing...

...it got pretty bad for a while.

She was sent to the institution...

...and I did a lot of stupid things
to try and shut it all out.

Drugs...

Me and this guy I was seeing
broke into a pharmacy.

Cop car pulls up, guy bolts. Just gone.
And this sheriff steps out of the cruiser.

I was thinking, "That's it,
I'm going to jail. My life is over."

But instead of taking me to jail...

...he takes me to a diner.

He orders apple pie and says:

You know what I love
about apple pie à la mode?

When the warm, crunchy crust comes together
with the smooth, frozen ice cream.

In about five minutes, all the ice cream melts
and becomes a warm, soupy mess.

When that happens...

...we're leaving.

So you got five minutes to decide
if you're gonna change your life...

...or if I'm taking you to jail.

So I changed.

Right there.

I got more fathering in those
five minutes than I got my whole life.

MAN [OVER RADIO]:
Charlie 101 to Comm.

[ABBIE SIGHS]

Go ahead, Charlie 101.

MAN: You said to keep a lookout for any
unusual activity. Think I got something.

[SIREN WHOOPS]

Derek, what happened?

Still putting the pieces together.

Vic's name is Jeremy Furth, looks like
something caught fire inside the vehicle.

ABBIE:
What is that?

Looks like claw marks
or something?

As though someone purposefully
dug into his chest.

The ash within didn't simply fall away.

It's as though someone
collected something.

Does that mean something to you?
Indeed.

I believe I know who did this.

What do you mean,
you know who did this?

What I am about to tell you, I would once
have dismissed as superstitious folly.

But that was before the war began.

One night, my regiment was returning
to camp near Albany.

The moon hung flow in its cycle,
as it dues new...

...a blood moon,
as Katrina described.

The destruction was far too extensive
for common artillery...

...there were bodies everywhere.

A man reduced to ash...

...which gave way to a darker revelation
as I sensed a presence...

...in the woods around us.

I could not have told you back then
what it was I saw that night...

...but it chilled my blood like nothing before.

These strange murders
became more frequent.

Soon tale spread of a dark coven...

...led by a high priestess
known as Serilda of Abaddon.

General Washington came to believe
the redcoats had formed a dark alliance...

...with this sorceress.

Corbin believed that there were
two groups of witches in Sleepy Hollow.

One good, one evil.

Then our answers must be in the files
he kept hidden in his office.

We must find out how much
the good sheriff actually knew.

Damn it, they're gone.

Corbin's files. They've all
been moved. Wait here.

I'll find out where they went.

MORALES: May I help you?
No. No. Just perusing. Thank you.

You're Ichabod Crane.

I am indeed. And you are?

You were a suspect in Corbin's murder.

Wrongfully accused, as it were.
And duly released.

What are you still doing here?

I'm a history professor,
on leave from Oxford.

Oxford, huh? You know, I had a cousin
who studied at Oxford.

What'd you teach?
Treatises of civil government...

...with a focus
on the American Revolutionary War.

Heh. That's gotta be embarrassing.

Teaching a course
about how we kicked your ass.

"We"? I didn't realize you were there.

No. But I was 101st Airborne in Iraq.

What war did you fight in, professor?

One that I pray is never doomed
to repeat itself, sir.

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

Abbie, hey.

Hi, Luke.

I see you two have met.
What's he doing here, Ab?

He's consulting to the Sheriffs
Department, on orders from Irving.

We're on the clock.

Talk later. Let's go.

Facial expressions have changed little,
if at all, over the centuries.

Were you and Luke
formerly betrothed?

He's my ex. We weren't betrothed.
There was no betrothing.

We've got bigger problems.
The files were moved to the archives.

I need clearance to get in,
Irving isn't answering his phone.

Where's the building?
Across the street.

The one with the guard out front.
The armory?

I know another way in.

To the basement.

Your affair did not end well,
I take it.

ABBIE: What's in the basement?
ICHABOD: I'll show you.

What was the impetus
of your disbandment?

We broke up when I was leaving
for the FBI.

But you didn't leave.
Nope.

Then theoretically, you could
rekindle the relationship.

I will literally pay you to slop talking.

I would happily accept
as I'm in need of currency.

But since you did not hesitate
to interrogate me about Katrina...

...I think I'm entitled to my query.

I believe I'm entitled to tell you
it's my private business.

Well, Sleepy Hollow is full of secrets.
And now I'm going to show you another.

What is this?

ICHABOD:
It's been sealed off.

What are you doing?

Crane?

Won't be a moment.

Whoa!

Whoa, whoa, you can't just do that.

What the hell is that?

During the war, we built a series
of subterranean tunnels beneath the city...

...to allow us to transport munitions
and supplies in secret.

This entrance should connect us
directly to the annex.

Shall we?

Mind the rats.

Yes, I do.

The end of that tunnel bares
the bones of convicted witches.

Why are they buried down here?

It was decreed witches were
undeserving of a proper burial.

But Katrina had a headstone.

As we discovered, an empty gravesite.
Used as a ruse to hide the horseman's head.

So her death and remains...?

Her remains remain a mystery.

It's all still here.

Look. We coded all of the crates.
"BP" in red marks black powder.

Does gunpowder
have an expiration date?

Best not to tempt fate.

Now, if I'm not mistaken,
the ladder should-- Yes.

The Battle of Lexington
was plotted in this chamber.

Well, now it's where hard copies go to die.
Another figure of speech, I take it.

Old police reports,
newspaper articles, historical records.

Everything we'd ever want to know
about the history of Sleepy Hollow.

Recorded history. It appears
little of what actually transpired...

...found its way into your textbooks.

Got it. Corbin's files.

We'd better split this up.

Careful, kid.

Imagine how your mom and dad
would feel if you got run over.

Uh, my dad's dead.

My sympathies.

What's your name?

You can tell me, I'm a police officer.

Kyle.

Kyle what? I need to hear it.

Kyle Hemmington.

That's a nice name.

I'm sorry it had to be yours.

Go inside, Kyle, it's getting dark.

ICHABOD:
Serilda of Abaddon.

Abaddon, is that a place?

No, it's a form of Romani Greek...

...otherwise referred to
as the language of the gypsies.

You speak Greek?
Among several languages, yes.

My memory's eidetic. I retain what I see
with near-perfect precision.

You have photographic memory?
Sights, sounds, even smells.

Except, ironically, for the 250 years I can't
seem to recall, which makes it of little use.

Ah, here we are.

It appears Serilda's fate was sealed
by her enemies.

A benevolent coven known as
Sisterhood of the Radiant Heart.

Their leader used white magic
to weaken Serilda...

...making her vulnerable to mortal attack.

A hunting party finally captured her
in the woods around Sleepy Hollow.

MAGISTRATE:
You are condemned.

And you will burn.

[ALL SHOUTING]

Have you last words?

[SPEAKING IN GREEK]

ICHABOD:
In Romani Greek, she said:

"By the turn of the blood moon,
the ashes of your ancestry will be mine.

Your flesh will be my flesh.

I will live again."

[SCREAMING]

ABBIE: The magistrate who
sentenced her, what was his name?

Uh, Robert Daniel Furth.

The victim in the car accident,
his name was Jeremy Furth.

"The ashes of your ancestors
will be mine."

She requires the ashes
of his descendants to return to life.

Jeremy is a descendent.
But surely not the last.

She must complete her resurrection
"by the turn of the blood moon."

That's tonight. We must
find who she'll seek out next.

Good night, sweetheart.
Good night.

According to
genealogical records...

...the magistrate had a son whose
bloodline traced to Jeremy Furth.

He also had a daughter, who married
into another family, the Hemmingtons.

Did you locate Ms. Hemmington's
descendants?

Only one in Sleepy Hollow. On Bedford.

[SIREN WAILING]

[MEOWS]

Mom?

Mom?

Mom?

[CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING ON STEREO]

[KYLE SCREAMS]

Kyle?

Kyle?

Aah!
It's okay. I'm with the Sheriff's Department.

My son was screaming.
There may be an intruder.

Where's my son?
KYLE: Mom!

DENISE:
Oh!

KYLE: Mom, I saw a woman
and she looked like she was on fire.

DENISE:
You were scared when you went to bed--

KYLE: No, I saw her.
DENISE: You're imagining things.

KYLE: She was on fire, I swear. I saw her.
DENISE: Honey.

Pardon me, has an object
been removed from the shelf?

Oh, my God, my husband's urn.

But the boy is the last remaining
Hemmington by blood, is he not?

No, Kyle's adopted.

My husband was the last Hemmington.
Why?

There's little time left.

The blood moon hangs low, and now Serilda
has the ashes of the last known descendants.

Let's say we catch this Serilda of Abaddon
before the blood moon sets. Then what?

We kill her? How?
She's already dead.

She can only be made whole
during the blood moon.

We must find her before
she completes her resurrection...

...and return her to the ashes
from whence she came.

Meaning we burn her to the ground.
Oh, with great enthusiasm.

[IMITATING ICHABOD] Jolly good.
Let's set her aflame and bury her bones...

...where she'll never find them.

The tunnels.

Of course. Her bones will be buried
in the tunnels with the other witches.

She needs them to return
to flesh and blood.

And that was not
an accurate impersonation.

[SIREN WAILING]

[SHOVEL SCRAPING]

No, really, I don't need any help.
As long as you're comfortable.

It's been, what, 250 years?
Maybe we got the wrong spot.

[METALLIC CLANK]

Heh.

You're welcome.

[DOOR OPENS]

ICHABOD:
Oh, no, we're too late.

She's already found them.
She's here somewhere.

We'll cover more ground if we separate.

Take this.

Just aim and pull the trigger.

Yes, I do recall how to
use a firearm, thank you.

[SPEAKING IN GREEK]

[GASPING]

[HISSES]

[GUNSHOT]

ABBIE:
Crane.

The crates.

Crane, your gun.

Come, come, come.

ABBIE: What are you doing?
You dropped your gun.

It was empty.
You only fired one shot.

It has more?
Yes, Crane, a lot more.

Much like the horseman, it appears
madam here is fond of bullets...

...and does not die by them.

SERILDA [IN GREEK]:

What's she saying?

Go, go.

Brace yourself.

Crane.
Patience.

Crane!

ICHABOD:
Get down.

Oh, for the love of...

[SERILDA SCREAMING]

Lieutenant.

[SIREN WAILING]

ICHABOD:
She called it "a world between worlds."

And whatever it is,
if Katrina's imprisoned there...

...perhaps she can be freed.

I am so far down the rabbit hole here.
I never thought I'd say this...

...not in a million years,
but I just want to go back...

...to the way it was before.

I'm afraid neither of us can.

But I do take comfort knowing that
this strange road we find ourselves on...

...can only be traveled together.

I think we could both use
some morning cheer.

Coffee?

You look lost, kid.

What is this?

I'm dreaming, right?
What difference does that make?

I'm here right now, aren't I?

With you.

Look, if you're gonna haunt me,
be helpful, okay?

Okay.)'-

What seems to be the problem?

What seems to be the problem?

How about what the hell is happening here?
You were ahead of me the whole time.

Were you planning on telling me?
Would you have believed me if I did?

Maybe.
Maybe not.

You've spent a lot of time running away
from what happened to you.

I asked you to be helpful.

I don't know how to do this.

You're scared.
Scared?

Yeah. I'm furious.

And outraged that you didn't tell me--
Good. That's progress.

Ever since you were little,
you let your life be ruled by fear.

You're so afraid
of what you don't understand...

...that it kept you from seeing
who you really are.

What you were meant to do.
Which is?

Only person that can tell you that
is you.

That's what faith is, honey.

I really miss you.

Don't be afraid of number 49.

That's where you'll find
you're not alone.

ICHABOD:
Lieutenant?

Are you all right?

[WOMAN EXHALING SHARPLY]

Tonight, Mills.

See any more monsters lately?

No, ma'am.

Not since I've been taking these.

Open.

Good girl.

Lights out in five minutes.
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