Sleepy Hollow (2013–2017): Season 3, Episode 3 - Blood and Fear - full transcript
Fear is rampant in Sleepy Hollow when Pandora releases an ancient artifact from her box that can transform an ordinary human into a terrifying figure from the past.
Previously on Sleepy Hollow...
I searched the FBI database,
- and I found my father.
- You've not seen him since...?
Since I was six.
Your archive is an amazing building,
totally deserving of historic status,
but the state won't release funds unless
you're an American citizen.
Agent Reynolds.
You're the new regional chief?
Good to see you, Abs.
I sensed something
between the two of you that seemed
more than professional.
Mind your business.
- Shard of Anubis.
- Had it for years,
and no one gave a damn.
Hey, you got a problem?
Hand over the Shard, and you two can walk.
- Pandora.
- Pandora... that's an interesting name.
As in the mythical woman with the box?
She's here,
now, in Sleepy Hollow,
throwing monsters at us.
Pandora's box was said to contain
all the evils in the world.
Which one does she have
in store for us next?
So many of you...
...trying to emerge.
Innocent souls...
call out to me.
Send me a gift
that will make them all see
what dwells in dark hearts...
...and faces concealed...
...make the fear of the Witnesses
mine to reveal.
The American dream
is dead!
What else are we to conclude
when the door to life, liberty
and the pursuit of happiness
is so cruelly slammed in our faces?!
Yeah!
This nation was forged
so that anyone who came to her shores
may have the opportunity to place
yet another brick on her imperfect masonry.
And here comes the Jefferson.
Quoth Jefferson: "We have
more machinery of government
than is necessary."
I ask you...
that you look inside your
heart and do what is right.
A six-month extension
on your application for heritage protection
for the archives building...
But once an armory where Washington himself
dined with General Donatein DE Vimeur.
...can only be signed for
by a U.S. citizen. Next.
- This is far from over.
- No, no, no.
Thank you. It's over.
You gave it a try.
Just let me put my name on the application.
Lieutenant, I appreciate your generosity,
but I drew the battle lines here.
- Mm-hmm.
- I must achieve victory or defeat
on my own terms.
I'm late for work.
We're in this together.
Remember.
Thank you.
See you at home.
Sorry.
Oh, um...
Oh, yeah. That's him.
Good ol' Dad.
And the answer is no, I
haven't told Jenny yet.
Do you think there could be,
as they say, an upside to this?
You know,
healing of old wounds,
the forging of a new path.
Maybe.
But it feels like too much time has passed,
and what I need to do is let go, move on.
That's what he did.
Lieutenant?
- I'm going to do it.
- Do what?
Become a full citizen of this country.
Yes, I have
rejected my fealty to England...
but I am here to consummate
my allegiance to this nation.
Ichabod Crane, American.
I like the sound of that.
Nice speech.
Obliged. Oh.
Ms. Corinth, forgive me. I...
What brings you to this...
abyss of red tape and apathy?
Same as you.
Trying to get a stay of execution
for a church in Dobbs Ferry.
The Historical Society never rests.
Unlike this lethargic institution.
Thomas Jefferson would have railed
against the coffee break
to his dying breath.
Look, I'm sorry,
I couldn't help overhearing
your conversation.
I think it's wonderful you're
going to apply to be a citizen.
Talk about red tape.
You're a brave man.
Well... yes.
Still, no gold is worth much
if it comes without a struggle.
John Adams?
Actually... Ichabod Crane.
Even better.
Hey, Emily.
Hey there.
Uh, was thinking about going
to the new food truck today.
I hear the Korean barbecue
tacos are off the chain.
A bunch of us are headed over to Gardot's
for lunch... it's Rachel's birthday.
Rachel. From H.R.
Well, that sounds like a way more fun time.
Well, great. See you there.
You're not gonna let that
guy get in the way, are you?
She's already with him.
I'm gonna close out.
Just gonna run away?
Hey.
I have a better idea.
Let's show everybody the real you.
Okay?
So, dude, last night,
- that blonde from Claims, Emily?
- Yeah.
Put a few drinks in her,
boom, got her number.
Which means you know
I'm hitting that tonight.
- All night.
- Yeah, you are.
- All right, man, see you later.
- Later, bro.
Let's show everybody the real you.
The Shard of Anubis?
That's a pretty fancy name.
You never suspected it had any value?
Honestly, I had no idea anyone
cared about the damn thing.
Until you had to trade
it for Joe Corbin's life.
He overheard things
about me, about his dad.
He's not about to let that go.
Well, can you blame him?
All of a sudden, he finds
out he really didn't know half
- of what the man was up to.
- But you did.
He deserves to know the truth. I mean,
I would want the same, wouldn't you?
Okay, so...
this, uh, Randall Martin
guy, he must have wanted
the Shard pretty bad. You
say he's a low-level player?
Simply a fixer for hire.
Look, I just need a trace on his car.
Mm-hmm. You sure that's all?
- I can handle the rest.
- What about Joe?
He's family, Abbie.
If he wants to follow in
his father's footsteps,
I don't have the right to deny him that.
Fine.
But just, you know...
take it slow when you show him the ropes.
- With little Joey Corbin?
- Mm-hmm.
Trust me, baby steps.
- Don't mean to interrupt.
- Not at all.
Special Agent Reynolds,
this is my sister Jenny.
Danny.
Nice to finally meet the legend in person.
Let's not get carried away.
You got a moment for me?
Mm-hmm.
Yeah, I got to... dash anyway.
You two have a great day agenting.
Welcome to Sleep Hollow.
Just got a call... local PD's office
needs assistance in a homicide.
Must be some homicide.
A stabbing downtown.
Apparently, not a drop of blood.
I told them I'd put my best eyes on it.
Check in with me later.
You got it.
Found him exactly like this.
Our guys haven't touched anything.
Would you mind getting your people back,
giving us some space?
You got it.
Multiple lacerations.
And based on the number and depth,
significant overkill, maybe even rage.
Bertie.
Crane?
Deep wounds.
Bold.
No fear of being caught.
Exsanguination.
You recognize this M.O.?
I do.
From long ago.
So, some monster
the Brits used against the Patriots?
No.
Lieutenant,
we are dealing with a
terror from my childhood.
My very first
encounter with pure evil.
Who are you talking about?
He has gone by many
names over the centuries.
You might know him...
as Jack the Ripper.
How could Jack the Ripper been around
when you were a kid?
It was almost 100 years
before the Whitechapel murders.
Spring, 1763, to be exact.
During my sixth form at Eton College.
And the innocence of my youth...
came to a very sudden end.
The Ripper struck again!
Come on, Ichabod, shake a leg!
Don't! You'll not wish
to remember him this way.
Ichabod!
Bertie was my closest friend.
Had been since our very first term.
We were to spend that summer together
at his family estate in Berkshire.
My last memory of him is
finding his butchered remains.
Meet us on the commons in 15 minutes.
We're going after whoever did this.
Stephens?
What is all this?
Why are my things packed?
I'm to take you back to
London, Master Ichabod.
No, you can't.
I need to join the
others, help them find...
It is not safe for you here.
My boy, try to understand.
Your first duty is to ensure
the continuation of your family name.
Your semester at Eton is over.
Ichabod!
I would return to Eton following autumn
once the dust had settled.
For the rest of my time there,
fear was my constant companion.
'Cause the Ripper was never caught.
It could have been anyone among you.
Oh, we trusted no one.
Not our schoolmasters, not even each other.
I became
obsessed with solving the Ripper killings.
It was not until this past year...
when I learned of the infamous event
in Whitechapel, London, 1888...
that a far larger pattern took shape.
Similar killings
have taken place, on and
off, for over 900 years,
dating back as far as
William the Conqueror in 1066.
They're all the same killer.
A powerful, supernatural being,
spreading death and fear in its wake.
Summoned by Pandora.
This is no coincidence, Lieutenant.
The killing was an exact
match to what I saw as a boy.
If it's her, that means
that not only does she know who you are,
but somehow has access
to your earliest memories.
- How reassuring.
- Biggest clue that we have
is how that body was exsanguinated.
Something...
almost drained the victim
of nearly half his blood.
Yet we are left with very little
in the way of hard evidence.
In 18th century England, maybe, but today,
with the latest and
greatest in FBI technology,
we can start by identifying
the murder weapon.
Car is cold.
I think Randall's been
posted up here a while.
Good. Means he might still have the Shard.
Whoa! Stop!
- Please don't shoot.
- Where is Randall?
He's getting ice. Look, whatever
problem you have with this
guy, just leave me out of it.
I'm just hitching a ride out of town!
Picked the wrong guy to party with, honey.
Damn! Damn, damn, damn!
Randall, please tell me this
is one of your sick perversions,
and you did not lose the
Shard to that amateur!
You got played, too, Mills.
I mean, I understand him, but you?
You sure you're related to August Corbin?
Hey, you know, I'm not the one
handcuffed to a shower railing.
Try my 300 mil lens.
It's hollow.
Damn it, Randall!
Did you at least stop creeping on her
long enough to get a name?
Yeah. But I'm guessing a fake one
like I gave to her.
Hey!
Don't leave me here, man! Come on!
- Whole lost soul, hitchhiker thing.
- Hey! Come on!
Straight out of your dad's playbook.
Wait. Sorry, what are you talking about?
How's that girl connected to my dad?
I don't know yet, but
if she wants to play...
We need to find commonality
and I.D. this guy before he strikes again.
Using the specs from the victim's wounds
and the angles of attack,
forensics was able to
reconstruct the murder weapon.
It's not exactly a straight razor.
It's somehow familiar.
First Crusades.
That is a Byzantine parang,
or long-bladed dagger.
Here.
Forged by ironsmiths for
Iftikhar Al-Dawla, Governor
of Jerusalem, in 958 A.D.
That is a whole lot of
knife, even for Sleepy Hollow.
Legend says that those who wield the dagger
"shall shed all virtue
and be wholly overcome
"with an unquenchable
bloodlust."
"Wholly overcome."
The knife.
It turns people into Rippers.
We're not searching for a monster.
We're searching for a weapon.
So beautiful.
You.
Please.
Just leave me alone.
I know you don't mean that.
Now that you've had a taste...
of that thing buried deep inside you.
You feel it?
No.
I don't want it anymore.
Stop it.
Wh-What's happening to me?
Just one more little step.
There you are.
I'm just coming to see
you with your update.
Based on what I'm sensing so far,
we're dealing with a ritualistic killing.
The UnSub is targeting specific victims.
I'm still working out the pattern.
I would like to stay on it
for now, but that is your call.
Stay on it. Run it through ViCAP.
Just download me on it later.
Say over dinner?
Dinner?
You know, the meal at the end of the day.
Okay.
No big deal. I just
think it'd be a good idea
if we clear the air about a few things.
Tonight?
Tonight works.
Good. Then carry on, Agent Mills.
Agent Reynolds.
That one.
That.
That one.
- Oh.
- Oh.
- Mr. Crane.
- Miss Corinth.
Uh, this is a surprise.
What brings you to...?
Oh, no. Don't tell me.
The city has rejected my application again.
- This will not stand.
- Oh. No, no, it's not about that.
It's what you said afterwards.
How everyone should have a
chance to build a life here.
I wanted to tell you...
it really spoke to me.
It took my dad more than a decade
and his entire savings to become a citizen.
When he finally took
the oath of citizenship,
it was one of the proudest
moments in his life.
It is an oath I intend to take very soon.
Look, I'm not a lawyer,
but if you'll let me,
I'd like to help you become an American.
Ms. Corinth, that is most kind of you,
but I could not possibly
impose on your generosity.
My brother-in-law is a member
of the Senate subcommittee on immigration.
I would be honored to
accept your assistance.
I'll call you?
I look forward to it.
Oh, please.
As if Adams would have done any different.
This was not a random choice.
The knife senses only the deepest pain,
seeks it out and channels it like a forge,
out of which you emerge
reborn, as you were meant to be.
Oh, the moment I saw
your wounded and fragile heart,
I knew that you could
become what everyone fears.
The unseen rising up amongst us.
Slowly destroying the illusion
of sanctuary from darkness.
And now that you've tasted it...
that intoxicating feeling...
you can join an ancient and grand history.
You can stand by my side
and be revered by all,
but only if you abandon all hesitation,
mercy and doubt.
The two Witnesses will seek to stop you.
Bury your new power deep into their hearts
and bring me back what I desire:
a destiny that favors the strong
and destroys the weak.
You're certain this Nelson
Meyers is the man we seek?
Profile points to a white
male, mid-20s, loner type.
Someone who had access to the building
that the victim was killed
in; and Nelson's the only one
who didn't show up for work today.
How does turning this man into a murderer
further Pandora's agenda?
Everything she's thrown at us has
some kind of personal connection.
She knows our past, our secrets.
There's definitely a pattern;
just haven't figured it out yet.
Is it too much to ask
that the second tribulation
be easier than the first?
Nelson?
I would tell you
to drop your weapon, but I see
that's not really an option.
My God.
Like it?
That blade is manipulating you, Mr. Meyers.
Anything you may have done
under its influence can end here.
Let us help you.
Help me?
Go back to the guy I was before...
invisible?
A joke?
Nelson, you need to calm down.
This is your last chance.
I don't want to hurt you.
But I want to hurt you.
Damn.
Oh, damn.
Thanks, Sammy.
Should've tried the Reuben instead.
It's the best in the state.
I have always loved this place.
It's quiet, out of the way.
From those tables over there,
you can see anyone coming a long way off.
Which is why you never sit at the counter.
Mm.
Keep your hands where I can see them.
This is just a conversation.
I already sold the Shard.
This Shard?
Hidden compartment in your car battery.
Where have I seen that trick before?
Oh, right.
August Corbin taught it to me.
Never heard of him.
You're new to this; I get that.
Want to make a name for yourself fast.
So you stole the Shard from Randall.
The real question is:
who were you going to sell it to?
You know,
the way I played
you and your boy
at that motel, looks to me
like you've been out of
the game a little too long.
You really don't want
to know who I work for.
Or why that thing is so important.
So just hand it over to me now, hmm?
How'd you get into this, huh?
Did you run away from home?
Do some time in juvie?
There are a hundred
other ways to make a buck.
This life sure as hell isn't easy.
Maybe that's what I like about it.
Tell your employer the Shard is mine.
A man I consider to be a
father left it in my protection,
and if you come after it
again, things will get ugly.
I guess we'll see how that plays out.
I guess we will.
Whilst your Federal
Bureau is well-equipped
to aid us in tracking Mr. Meyers,
once captured, we have no
idea how to undo the effects
- of that blade.
- Yeah.
I had the same thought,
so I went back to this.
The timeline for the Ripper
killings throughout history.
Pattern is the same: the knife
finds its way into the hands
of some innocent person,
it messes with their mind,
turns them into a brutal killer.
Happens on and off for over 900 years.
How does the "off" part happen?
The killings simply end.
But in each case, the
killer is never caught.
Something stops them.
Have you access to parish records
in England in the mid-1700s?
Specifically Eton and Berkshire.
BMD index... birth, marriages, death...
1750 onwards.
Here. 1763.
Five murders documented
over six fortnights.
Including Bertram Willoughby, age 14.
Your friend.
No evidence of the killer was ever found,
and the last murder was June of that year.
The last murder.
Not the last death.
Look. Burial records show that
29 souls were lost in
that spring and summer.
All taken by...
Yellow fever.
All of them students at Eton College.
I was not summoned home
because of the Ripper killings.
It was to protect me from infection.
You had no idea about the outbreak?
No, none of us did.
The Crown likely hid
the truth to avoid panic.
My father must have learned of it
by his connections in parliament
and sent Stephens to retrieve me.
It all tracks.
The end of every killing spree coincides
with an outbreak of disease.
Yellow fever, cholera, malaria,
Spanish flu.
Exsanguinated bodies.
The knife gains power by draining the blood
of its victims.
And when it drains
someone with a disease...
Its food source is
tarnished. It cannot survive.
We need blood.
Agent Mills.
You need to see this.
It's forensics on Nelson Meyers' computer.
I managed to access the
encrypted files on his hard drive.
I recognize her
from the personnel files.
Emily Kates. She worked on
the same floor as Meyers.
Obviously the object of
his twisted affection.
And his next victim.
We need to move.
Ms. Kates, we need you to come with us.
Message from Detective Chandler.
As requested, Miss Kates is
safely under his protection.
Good.
Text him back, ask him
if there's any sign of trouble.
We need to know where Nelson is.
We start by eliminating
the places he isn't.
Sending.
As we have a limited
supply of tainted blood,
I have but two chances
to stop the Ripper.
Assuming I have time to reload.
I thought you were supposed
to be hot stuff with a musket.
I was always a little better
with a flintlock pistol than a Brown Bess.
But I promise you...
I shall not miss.
It would seem you and I have
even more in common, Lieutenant.
We both witnessed evil at a young age.
Even as a boy, I was destined
to cross paths with dark forces...
...and to lose those for whom I most care.
I will avenge every life
that blade has taken.
Anything from Rudi?
No.
Call him.
Hi, you've reached Detective Rudi Chandler
- of the Sleepy Hollow Police Department.
- Something's wrong.
Please leave a message.
Hold on.
Rudi?
Oh...
There's no sign of Emily.
Or Mr. Meyers.
- _
- Well, we need to seal up
this place before he gets too far.
Two more kills. The knife has fed again.
He'll be more powerful than before.
Get the rifle.
Nelson?
Don't make this worse!
You're interrupting us.
Release her!
Nelson, please...
Shut up!
How will harming her make
you any less of an outcast?
Huh?
You need to back off.
Fight what
that weapon is doing to your mind.
Before it completely consumes you.
Nelson, we know you felt ignored.
But you need to know that we can save you.
I am saved.
They used to laugh at me.
Think they'll laugh at me now?
How cool is that?
Go. Lieutenant, protect Miss Emily.
Go! Go!
What did you do?
Ended this.
Oh, no.
Crane.
Oh, my God.
All right. An ambulance is on the way.
Hey. Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Stay with me. Stay with me, okay?
Crane. Crane.
Tell me.
How does that feel?
To know that his life is
slipping through your fingers.
To know that you're alone now,
alone in this fight of yours,
alone in this world.
Stay with me, okay?
Pictures.
Mementos from the war.
Everything else,
he already gave to you
and Abbie or it got tossed.
No, there's nothing in
here that might explain
why the Shard's so important or who else
might be involved.
I was the one your dad
trusted with everything.
At least, I thought so.
For all you know, she was just
another hired gun, like Randall.
With my moves?
Trading in the same circles I used to?
Hey, we got the Shard back.
A win's a win, right?
Look, the girl had some game,
but that doesn't mean that
she worked for my dad
or even knew the man.
Your dad's life was a maze of secrets.
I feel like we just stumbled on a big one.
Yeah, well, I'm getting
pretty used to that.
Look...
...I asked you to show me this world, so...
wherever that leads and whatever we learn,
I'm with you.
You think I'm gonna quit now,
when it's just getting interesting?
More people are gonna
come after this thing, Joe.
We got to get ahead of that
by figuring out who they are.
Starting with her.
I need a rain check on dinner.
After the day you had, I don't doubt it.
Congrats on helping the local PD
get their man.
Sounds like he was a Grade A lunatic.
He'll be in Tarrytown
Psych for a long time.
One.
Here's the thing:
at the academy,
we helped push each other,
made each other better.
I'd like to try to find a way
to keep that working for the both
of us.
Now, that worked then
because we were equals.
Now...
you're the boss.
You're on a different
track than I am, Danny.
Just a few years ahead of you, that's all.
We both know you're just
as good an agent as I am.
I guess what I'm trying to say is,
we keep working off each other,
have each other's backs,
we can do a lot of damage.
What happened between us
doesn't have to get in the way.
Glad you said something
'cause it was on my mind, too.
Thanks for the drink.
Anytime.
Lieutenant?
They got you on some powerful
stuff, so take it easy.
Of all the damn stunts,
injecting yourself with malaria?
For your information,
malaria was the Patriots' greatest ally
during the Siege of Charleston.
We had grown
resistance to the disease,
whilst the British recruits
fell ill by the hundreds.
After you passed out, she showed up.
Pandora?
Did she harm you?
Mm-mm. No. More like tried to scare me.
Apparently I made her list
of people to mess with, too.
And I still don't have a
clue why she did all this.
To the Greeks,
Pandora was...
"she who sends up gifts
from beneath the Earth,
that mortals may learn to fear their gods."
Is it not possible that
these gifts are designed
not just to bring chaos to Sleepy Hollow...
But to raise fear.
For what reason?
And how does she gain from that?
I have no idea.
But I am certain
we shall uncover her plot
and we shall foil it.
We are, after all,
the Witnesses.
I am most grateful, Lieutenant,
that you and I have found one another...
...once again.
Perfect.
I searched the FBI database,
- and I found my father.
- You've not seen him since...?
Since I was six.
Your archive is an amazing building,
totally deserving of historic status,
but the state won't release funds unless
you're an American citizen.
Agent Reynolds.
You're the new regional chief?
Good to see you, Abs.
I sensed something
between the two of you that seemed
more than professional.
Mind your business.
- Shard of Anubis.
- Had it for years,
and no one gave a damn.
Hey, you got a problem?
Hand over the Shard, and you two can walk.
- Pandora.
- Pandora... that's an interesting name.
As in the mythical woman with the box?
She's here,
now, in Sleepy Hollow,
throwing monsters at us.
Pandora's box was said to contain
all the evils in the world.
Which one does she have
in store for us next?
So many of you...
...trying to emerge.
Innocent souls...
call out to me.
Send me a gift
that will make them all see
what dwells in dark hearts...
...and faces concealed...
...make the fear of the Witnesses
mine to reveal.
The American dream
is dead!
What else are we to conclude
when the door to life, liberty
and the pursuit of happiness
is so cruelly slammed in our faces?!
Yeah!
This nation was forged
so that anyone who came to her shores
may have the opportunity to place
yet another brick on her imperfect masonry.
And here comes the Jefferson.
Quoth Jefferson: "We have
more machinery of government
than is necessary."
I ask you...
that you look inside your
heart and do what is right.
A six-month extension
on your application for heritage protection
for the archives building...
But once an armory where Washington himself
dined with General Donatein DE Vimeur.
...can only be signed for
by a U.S. citizen. Next.
- This is far from over.
- No, no, no.
Thank you. It's over.
You gave it a try.
Just let me put my name on the application.
Lieutenant, I appreciate your generosity,
but I drew the battle lines here.
- Mm-hmm.
- I must achieve victory or defeat
on my own terms.
I'm late for work.
We're in this together.
Remember.
Thank you.
See you at home.
Sorry.
Oh, um...
Oh, yeah. That's him.
Good ol' Dad.
And the answer is no, I
haven't told Jenny yet.
Do you think there could be,
as they say, an upside to this?
You know,
healing of old wounds,
the forging of a new path.
Maybe.
But it feels like too much time has passed,
and what I need to do is let go, move on.
That's what he did.
Lieutenant?
- I'm going to do it.
- Do what?
Become a full citizen of this country.
Yes, I have
rejected my fealty to England...
but I am here to consummate
my allegiance to this nation.
Ichabod Crane, American.
I like the sound of that.
Nice speech.
Obliged. Oh.
Ms. Corinth, forgive me. I...
What brings you to this...
abyss of red tape and apathy?
Same as you.
Trying to get a stay of execution
for a church in Dobbs Ferry.
The Historical Society never rests.
Unlike this lethargic institution.
Thomas Jefferson would have railed
against the coffee break
to his dying breath.
Look, I'm sorry,
I couldn't help overhearing
your conversation.
I think it's wonderful you're
going to apply to be a citizen.
Talk about red tape.
You're a brave man.
Well... yes.
Still, no gold is worth much
if it comes without a struggle.
John Adams?
Actually... Ichabod Crane.
Even better.
Hey, Emily.
Hey there.
Uh, was thinking about going
to the new food truck today.
I hear the Korean barbecue
tacos are off the chain.
A bunch of us are headed over to Gardot's
for lunch... it's Rachel's birthday.
Rachel. From H.R.
Well, that sounds like a way more fun time.
Well, great. See you there.
You're not gonna let that
guy get in the way, are you?
She's already with him.
I'm gonna close out.
Just gonna run away?
Hey.
I have a better idea.
Let's show everybody the real you.
Okay?
So, dude, last night,
- that blonde from Claims, Emily?
- Yeah.
Put a few drinks in her,
boom, got her number.
Which means you know
I'm hitting that tonight.
- All night.
- Yeah, you are.
- All right, man, see you later.
- Later, bro.
Let's show everybody the real you.
The Shard of Anubis?
That's a pretty fancy name.
You never suspected it had any value?
Honestly, I had no idea anyone
cared about the damn thing.
Until you had to trade
it for Joe Corbin's life.
He overheard things
about me, about his dad.
He's not about to let that go.
Well, can you blame him?
All of a sudden, he finds
out he really didn't know half
- of what the man was up to.
- But you did.
He deserves to know the truth. I mean,
I would want the same, wouldn't you?
Okay, so...
this, uh, Randall Martin
guy, he must have wanted
the Shard pretty bad. You
say he's a low-level player?
Simply a fixer for hire.
Look, I just need a trace on his car.
Mm-hmm. You sure that's all?
- I can handle the rest.
- What about Joe?
He's family, Abbie.
If he wants to follow in
his father's footsteps,
I don't have the right to deny him that.
Fine.
But just, you know...
take it slow when you show him the ropes.
- With little Joey Corbin?
- Mm-hmm.
Trust me, baby steps.
- Don't mean to interrupt.
- Not at all.
Special Agent Reynolds,
this is my sister Jenny.
Danny.
Nice to finally meet the legend in person.
Let's not get carried away.
You got a moment for me?
Mm-hmm.
Yeah, I got to... dash anyway.
You two have a great day agenting.
Welcome to Sleep Hollow.
Just got a call... local PD's office
needs assistance in a homicide.
Must be some homicide.
A stabbing downtown.
Apparently, not a drop of blood.
I told them I'd put my best eyes on it.
Check in with me later.
You got it.
Found him exactly like this.
Our guys haven't touched anything.
Would you mind getting your people back,
giving us some space?
You got it.
Multiple lacerations.
And based on the number and depth,
significant overkill, maybe even rage.
Bertie.
Crane?
Deep wounds.
Bold.
No fear of being caught.
Exsanguination.
You recognize this M.O.?
I do.
From long ago.
So, some monster
the Brits used against the Patriots?
No.
Lieutenant,
we are dealing with a
terror from my childhood.
My very first
encounter with pure evil.
Who are you talking about?
He has gone by many
names over the centuries.
You might know him...
as Jack the Ripper.
How could Jack the Ripper been around
when you were a kid?
It was almost 100 years
before the Whitechapel murders.
Spring, 1763, to be exact.
During my sixth form at Eton College.
And the innocence of my youth...
came to a very sudden end.
The Ripper struck again!
Come on, Ichabod, shake a leg!
Don't! You'll not wish
to remember him this way.
Ichabod!
Bertie was my closest friend.
Had been since our very first term.
We were to spend that summer together
at his family estate in Berkshire.
My last memory of him is
finding his butchered remains.
Meet us on the commons in 15 minutes.
We're going after whoever did this.
Stephens?
What is all this?
Why are my things packed?
I'm to take you back to
London, Master Ichabod.
No, you can't.
I need to join the
others, help them find...
It is not safe for you here.
My boy, try to understand.
Your first duty is to ensure
the continuation of your family name.
Your semester at Eton is over.
Ichabod!
I would return to Eton following autumn
once the dust had settled.
For the rest of my time there,
fear was my constant companion.
'Cause the Ripper was never caught.
It could have been anyone among you.
Oh, we trusted no one.
Not our schoolmasters, not even each other.
I became
obsessed with solving the Ripper killings.
It was not until this past year...
when I learned of the infamous event
in Whitechapel, London, 1888...
that a far larger pattern took shape.
Similar killings
have taken place, on and
off, for over 900 years,
dating back as far as
William the Conqueror in 1066.
They're all the same killer.
A powerful, supernatural being,
spreading death and fear in its wake.
Summoned by Pandora.
This is no coincidence, Lieutenant.
The killing was an exact
match to what I saw as a boy.
If it's her, that means
that not only does she know who you are,
but somehow has access
to your earliest memories.
- How reassuring.
- Biggest clue that we have
is how that body was exsanguinated.
Something...
almost drained the victim
of nearly half his blood.
Yet we are left with very little
in the way of hard evidence.
In 18th century England, maybe, but today,
with the latest and
greatest in FBI technology,
we can start by identifying
the murder weapon.
Car is cold.
I think Randall's been
posted up here a while.
Good. Means he might still have the Shard.
Whoa! Stop!
- Please don't shoot.
- Where is Randall?
He's getting ice. Look, whatever
problem you have with this
guy, just leave me out of it.
I'm just hitching a ride out of town!
Picked the wrong guy to party with, honey.
Damn! Damn, damn, damn!
Randall, please tell me this
is one of your sick perversions,
and you did not lose the
Shard to that amateur!
You got played, too, Mills.
I mean, I understand him, but you?
You sure you're related to August Corbin?
Hey, you know, I'm not the one
handcuffed to a shower railing.
Try my 300 mil lens.
It's hollow.
Damn it, Randall!
Did you at least stop creeping on her
long enough to get a name?
Yeah. But I'm guessing a fake one
like I gave to her.
Hey!
Don't leave me here, man! Come on!
- Whole lost soul, hitchhiker thing.
- Hey! Come on!
Straight out of your dad's playbook.
Wait. Sorry, what are you talking about?
How's that girl connected to my dad?
I don't know yet, but
if she wants to play...
We need to find commonality
and I.D. this guy before he strikes again.
Using the specs from the victim's wounds
and the angles of attack,
forensics was able to
reconstruct the murder weapon.
It's not exactly a straight razor.
It's somehow familiar.
First Crusades.
That is a Byzantine parang,
or long-bladed dagger.
Here.
Forged by ironsmiths for
Iftikhar Al-Dawla, Governor
of Jerusalem, in 958 A.D.
That is a whole lot of
knife, even for Sleepy Hollow.
Legend says that those who wield the dagger
"shall shed all virtue
and be wholly overcome
"with an unquenchable
bloodlust."
"Wholly overcome."
The knife.
It turns people into Rippers.
We're not searching for a monster.
We're searching for a weapon.
So beautiful.
You.
Please.
Just leave me alone.
I know you don't mean that.
Now that you've had a taste...
of that thing buried deep inside you.
You feel it?
No.
I don't want it anymore.
Stop it.
Wh-What's happening to me?
Just one more little step.
There you are.
I'm just coming to see
you with your update.
Based on what I'm sensing so far,
we're dealing with a ritualistic killing.
The UnSub is targeting specific victims.
I'm still working out the pattern.
I would like to stay on it
for now, but that is your call.
Stay on it. Run it through ViCAP.
Just download me on it later.
Say over dinner?
Dinner?
You know, the meal at the end of the day.
Okay.
No big deal. I just
think it'd be a good idea
if we clear the air about a few things.
Tonight?
Tonight works.
Good. Then carry on, Agent Mills.
Agent Reynolds.
That one.
That.
That one.
- Oh.
- Oh.
- Mr. Crane.
- Miss Corinth.
Uh, this is a surprise.
What brings you to...?
Oh, no. Don't tell me.
The city has rejected my application again.
- This will not stand.
- Oh. No, no, it's not about that.
It's what you said afterwards.
How everyone should have a
chance to build a life here.
I wanted to tell you...
it really spoke to me.
It took my dad more than a decade
and his entire savings to become a citizen.
When he finally took
the oath of citizenship,
it was one of the proudest
moments in his life.
It is an oath I intend to take very soon.
Look, I'm not a lawyer,
but if you'll let me,
I'd like to help you become an American.
Ms. Corinth, that is most kind of you,
but I could not possibly
impose on your generosity.
My brother-in-law is a member
of the Senate subcommittee on immigration.
I would be honored to
accept your assistance.
I'll call you?
I look forward to it.
Oh, please.
As if Adams would have done any different.
This was not a random choice.
The knife senses only the deepest pain,
seeks it out and channels it like a forge,
out of which you emerge
reborn, as you were meant to be.
Oh, the moment I saw
your wounded and fragile heart,
I knew that you could
become what everyone fears.
The unseen rising up amongst us.
Slowly destroying the illusion
of sanctuary from darkness.
And now that you've tasted it...
that intoxicating feeling...
you can join an ancient and grand history.
You can stand by my side
and be revered by all,
but only if you abandon all hesitation,
mercy and doubt.
The two Witnesses will seek to stop you.
Bury your new power deep into their hearts
and bring me back what I desire:
a destiny that favors the strong
and destroys the weak.
You're certain this Nelson
Meyers is the man we seek?
Profile points to a white
male, mid-20s, loner type.
Someone who had access to the building
that the victim was killed
in; and Nelson's the only one
who didn't show up for work today.
How does turning this man into a murderer
further Pandora's agenda?
Everything she's thrown at us has
some kind of personal connection.
She knows our past, our secrets.
There's definitely a pattern;
just haven't figured it out yet.
Is it too much to ask
that the second tribulation
be easier than the first?
Nelson?
I would tell you
to drop your weapon, but I see
that's not really an option.
My God.
Like it?
That blade is manipulating you, Mr. Meyers.
Anything you may have done
under its influence can end here.
Let us help you.
Help me?
Go back to the guy I was before...
invisible?
A joke?
Nelson, you need to calm down.
This is your last chance.
I don't want to hurt you.
But I want to hurt you.
Damn.
Oh, damn.
Thanks, Sammy.
Should've tried the Reuben instead.
It's the best in the state.
I have always loved this place.
It's quiet, out of the way.
From those tables over there,
you can see anyone coming a long way off.
Which is why you never sit at the counter.
Mm.
Keep your hands where I can see them.
This is just a conversation.
I already sold the Shard.
This Shard?
Hidden compartment in your car battery.
Where have I seen that trick before?
Oh, right.
August Corbin taught it to me.
Never heard of him.
You're new to this; I get that.
Want to make a name for yourself fast.
So you stole the Shard from Randall.
The real question is:
who were you going to sell it to?
You know,
the way I played
you and your boy
at that motel, looks to me
like you've been out of
the game a little too long.
You really don't want
to know who I work for.
Or why that thing is so important.
So just hand it over to me now, hmm?
How'd you get into this, huh?
Did you run away from home?
Do some time in juvie?
There are a hundred
other ways to make a buck.
This life sure as hell isn't easy.
Maybe that's what I like about it.
Tell your employer the Shard is mine.
A man I consider to be a
father left it in my protection,
and if you come after it
again, things will get ugly.
I guess we'll see how that plays out.
I guess we will.
Whilst your Federal
Bureau is well-equipped
to aid us in tracking Mr. Meyers,
once captured, we have no
idea how to undo the effects
- of that blade.
- Yeah.
I had the same thought,
so I went back to this.
The timeline for the Ripper
killings throughout history.
Pattern is the same: the knife
finds its way into the hands
of some innocent person,
it messes with their mind,
turns them into a brutal killer.
Happens on and off for over 900 years.
How does the "off" part happen?
The killings simply end.
But in each case, the
killer is never caught.
Something stops them.
Have you access to parish records
in England in the mid-1700s?
Specifically Eton and Berkshire.
BMD index... birth, marriages, death...
1750 onwards.
Here. 1763.
Five murders documented
over six fortnights.
Including Bertram Willoughby, age 14.
Your friend.
No evidence of the killer was ever found,
and the last murder was June of that year.
The last murder.
Not the last death.
Look. Burial records show that
29 souls were lost in
that spring and summer.
All taken by...
Yellow fever.
All of them students at Eton College.
I was not summoned home
because of the Ripper killings.
It was to protect me from infection.
You had no idea about the outbreak?
No, none of us did.
The Crown likely hid
the truth to avoid panic.
My father must have learned of it
by his connections in parliament
and sent Stephens to retrieve me.
It all tracks.
The end of every killing spree coincides
with an outbreak of disease.
Yellow fever, cholera, malaria,
Spanish flu.
Exsanguinated bodies.
The knife gains power by draining the blood
of its victims.
And when it drains
someone with a disease...
Its food source is
tarnished. It cannot survive.
We need blood.
Agent Mills.
You need to see this.
It's forensics on Nelson Meyers' computer.
I managed to access the
encrypted files on his hard drive.
I recognize her
from the personnel files.
Emily Kates. She worked on
the same floor as Meyers.
Obviously the object of
his twisted affection.
And his next victim.
We need to move.
Ms. Kates, we need you to come with us.
Message from Detective Chandler.
As requested, Miss Kates is
safely under his protection.
Good.
Text him back, ask him
if there's any sign of trouble.
We need to know where Nelson is.
We start by eliminating
the places he isn't.
Sending.
As we have a limited
supply of tainted blood,
I have but two chances
to stop the Ripper.
Assuming I have time to reload.
I thought you were supposed
to be hot stuff with a musket.
I was always a little better
with a flintlock pistol than a Brown Bess.
But I promise you...
I shall not miss.
It would seem you and I have
even more in common, Lieutenant.
We both witnessed evil at a young age.
Even as a boy, I was destined
to cross paths with dark forces...
...and to lose those for whom I most care.
I will avenge every life
that blade has taken.
Anything from Rudi?
No.
Call him.
Hi, you've reached Detective Rudi Chandler
- of the Sleepy Hollow Police Department.
- Something's wrong.
Please leave a message.
Hold on.
Rudi?
Oh...
There's no sign of Emily.
Or Mr. Meyers.
- _
- Well, we need to seal up
this place before he gets too far.
Two more kills. The knife has fed again.
He'll be more powerful than before.
Get the rifle.
Nelson?
Don't make this worse!
You're interrupting us.
Release her!
Nelson, please...
Shut up!
How will harming her make
you any less of an outcast?
Huh?
You need to back off.
Fight what
that weapon is doing to your mind.
Before it completely consumes you.
Nelson, we know you felt ignored.
But you need to know that we can save you.
I am saved.
They used to laugh at me.
Think they'll laugh at me now?
How cool is that?
Go. Lieutenant, protect Miss Emily.
Go! Go!
What did you do?
Ended this.
Oh, no.
Crane.
Oh, my God.
All right. An ambulance is on the way.
Hey. Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Stay with me. Stay with me, okay?
Crane. Crane.
Tell me.
How does that feel?
To know that his life is
slipping through your fingers.
To know that you're alone now,
alone in this fight of yours,
alone in this world.
Stay with me, okay?
Pictures.
Mementos from the war.
Everything else,
he already gave to you
and Abbie or it got tossed.
No, there's nothing in
here that might explain
why the Shard's so important or who else
might be involved.
I was the one your dad
trusted with everything.
At least, I thought so.
For all you know, she was just
another hired gun, like Randall.
With my moves?
Trading in the same circles I used to?
Hey, we got the Shard back.
A win's a win, right?
Look, the girl had some game,
but that doesn't mean that
she worked for my dad
or even knew the man.
Your dad's life was a maze of secrets.
I feel like we just stumbled on a big one.
Yeah, well, I'm getting
pretty used to that.
Look...
...I asked you to show me this world, so...
wherever that leads and whatever we learn,
I'm with you.
You think I'm gonna quit now,
when it's just getting interesting?
More people are gonna
come after this thing, Joe.
We got to get ahead of that
by figuring out who they are.
Starting with her.
I need a rain check on dinner.
After the day you had, I don't doubt it.
Congrats on helping the local PD
get their man.
Sounds like he was a Grade A lunatic.
He'll be in Tarrytown
Psych for a long time.
One.
Here's the thing:
at the academy,
we helped push each other,
made each other better.
I'd like to try to find a way
to keep that working for the both
of us.
Now, that worked then
because we were equals.
Now...
you're the boss.
You're on a different
track than I am, Danny.
Just a few years ahead of you, that's all.
We both know you're just
as good an agent as I am.
I guess what I'm trying to say is,
we keep working off each other,
have each other's backs,
we can do a lot of damage.
What happened between us
doesn't have to get in the way.
Glad you said something
'cause it was on my mind, too.
Thanks for the drink.
Anytime.
Lieutenant?
They got you on some powerful
stuff, so take it easy.
Of all the damn stunts,
injecting yourself with malaria?
For your information,
malaria was the Patriots' greatest ally
during the Siege of Charleston.
We had grown
resistance to the disease,
whilst the British recruits
fell ill by the hundreds.
After you passed out, she showed up.
Pandora?
Did she harm you?
Mm-mm. No. More like tried to scare me.
Apparently I made her list
of people to mess with, too.
And I still don't have a
clue why she did all this.
To the Greeks,
Pandora was...
"she who sends up gifts
from beneath the Earth,
that mortals may learn to fear their gods."
Is it not possible that
these gifts are designed
not just to bring chaos to Sleepy Hollow...
But to raise fear.
For what reason?
And how does she gain from that?
I have no idea.
But I am certain
we shall uncover her plot
and we shall foil it.
We are, after all,
the Witnesses.
I am most grateful, Lieutenant,
that you and I have found one another...
...once again.
Perfect.