Sleepy Hollow (2013–2017): Season 3, Episode 9 - One Life - full transcript

Previously on Sleepy Hollow...

PANDORA: He that I love
has returned to my side.

We need to stop him
before this Hidden One

drains The Eye's energy
out of Jenny.

Mills requested all this
from tactical.

You don't
owe me this, Foster.

But I need you to find her.

ABBIE: This is a rescue mission;
pure and simple.

Fire in the hole!
We go in hard and fast.

If Pandora and her boyfriend get
in our face, we put them down.

Don't...



Hold on, I'm gonna

get you out of here.

(gasps)

Abbie...

Lieutenant!

Abbie.

CRANE:
Two at the entrance.

Four on rotation.

Standard two-by-two formation.

Good morrow.
Good morrow.

Do you expect resistance?

William Erskine is
quartermaster general

to Cornwallis.

The supply charts he has in that
house will tell us everything



about every British
garrison in New York.

So ostentatious.

Typical British.

Idiot.

If the lobsterbacks see you,
this mission is over

before it's begun.
I made certain
I was out of view.

They have eyes everywhere.

Why Washington thought

it necessary to include you
in this mission is beyond me.

Does the Hale family have
something on the general?

Betsy...

Nathan,
contrary to accounts

in colonial pamphlets,
British officers are not stupid.

In addition to soldiers,
they employ Loyalist civilians.

They patrol this area.

And they are trained...

to spot the glint of a lens.

Two important things to learn:

Patience and caution.

Unlike the proverbial cat,

you have but one life.

Do not indulge in recklessness.

(engine roaring,
tires screeching)

(engine revving)

(gunfire continues)

(tires screeching)

Damn! He's gone.

(men talking indistinctly)

(trucks departing)

What is this thing
that's so important

you had to piss off a bunch
of apocalyptic cultists?

The Lydian Jug.

According to legend,

Orpheus used that very jug

to locate Eurydice when she
was whisked off to Hades.

And... Yes! This...

this third-century
Persian account

states that I
can use the jug

to activate
the, uh, locator spell

to reach the Lieutenant, even
if she was in another dimension.

Granted, the spell
is most effective

if used immediately
after the disappearance.

Come on, it's
been over a month.

It's not really been tested.
You're grasping

at straws.

The Lieutenant's spirit
is strong.

She may be hurt, she may be
suffering, but she is alive.

It is
up

to me to find her.

It's up to us, Crane.

(grunts)

Abbie sacrificed herself
to save me,

so, trust me,
we all want to find her.

Yes, of course. I...

I would never imply...

It's okay, Crane.

(sighs, murmurs)

We have a lead...

on an artifact.

Something that could

help us track Pandora
and the Hidden One.

The idea is find the bad guys,
find Abbie.

We'll need assistance
to find this artifact.

No, no, no. Let us take
the ball for a while.

If you burn out,
you're of no good to us.

Or Abbie.

Right. Uh...

I-I could use a little respite.

We will find her, Crane.

Mm-hmm.

PANDORA: I know you are
displeased, my love.

But all will be
set right

with the
fullness of time.

You dare speak to me of time.

I, who have slumbered
for millennia.

Humanity has spread unchecked
across this world,

ravaging it like locusts.

Yet instead of purging
this horde,

I only have the strength
for parlor tricks.

I share your frustration.

Had the Witnesses
not intervened...

The fault does not lie
with the Witnesses.

It is with you.

Because of your inadequacies,
we now hide like slaves.

I have found another way...

to return you

to your full power.

A remnant of the pithos
I once gave you.

I thought it had been destroyed.

Rescued from the debris.

Even a fragment of the box

holds enough power to give you

what you need.

¶ ¶

(sighs)

(sighs)

(rattling, rumbling)

(rattling, rumbling stop)

(thuds, clanks)

Where are you?

Why are you following me?

Who says I'm following you?

Maybe I just like hanging out
in creepy ruins.

You seem to.

Is that a crime,
Agent Foster?

No.

But kidnapping is. As is murder.

As is making an FBI agent
mysteriously disappear,

creating lots of extra work for
everyone in that agent's office.

Okay, I made that last part up.

What were you doing in here?

What did you see?

Not much.

Just heard you muttering.

Thessalian, right?

You know ancient
Greek dialects?

A few.

You know,
it's kind of a big deal

when an FBI agent goes missing.

Given that you were
the last person to see her,

you've become what we call
a person of interest,

so I'm gonna ask you again,

what were you doing in here?

If the FBI wishes to
formally charge me with a crime,

please, be my guest.

But until then,

leave me alone.

(sighs)

(rattling, rumbling)

(crackling)

¶ ¶

(door bell jingling)

(video game sound effects
blipping)

The Blavatsky Map.

Know it?

Jenny Mills.

Last time you came to see me,

I had to ice my face for a week.

That should buy
a lot of ice.

The map?

Yes, the map
of Helena Blavatsky,

19th-century
Russian occultist.

Claimed it allowed her
to track demonic presences.

I don't have it.

But you know where
it is, right?

(video game blipping)

Maybe this will
change your mind.

I need to make sure it's real.

You really think
this map will work?

(sighs) I don't know.

All I know is
we had to do something

to get Crane to stand down.

I mean, we're all taking
this thing with a heavy heart,

but he is really flailing.

That's why I had to get him
to see: we will find Abbie.

How can you be so sure?
Because there's no alternative.

Lovely piece.
So where's the map?

Atticus Nevins bought it
earlier this year,

but after he pulled
his Jimmy Hoffa act,

every relic hunter, dealer
and wannabe came to town,

raided his entire collection.

The Blavatsky Map ended up
with your old pal Randall.

Great.
Randall...

as in Randall who wanted to
drive a stick through my temple?

Still locked in
on our international

man of mystery?

What do you got?
Same old.

He looks through his books,
walks in the woods,

shouts at the sky.

Anything we can act on?

Not unless you
want to arrest him

for crimes against fashion.

We're missing something.
This guy is wrong. I know it.

He's the only one that can
tell us what happened to Abbie

the night she disappeared.

I'm gonna get a warrant
to tap his phone.

You know, I took
this biology class in college.

We learned about
an experiment

where they train a bunch of dogs
to bring back a toy duck.

Only, when they set
them loose in a field,

no duck. Scientists never
put one out there.

It wasn't long before
the dogs got depressed,

stopped eating,
fought with each other...

You see what I'm getting at?

That scientists are jerks?

Yes, definitely that, and also,

stress will mess you up.

That cabin you like
by West Point--

why don't you take
a long weekend?

Some fresh air, sunshine,

chop some wood...

I don't know what
people do out in cabins.

Just... just go
and clear your head.

I'll put in for the
phone tap warrant.

Biology, huh?
Mm.

I thought you majored
in archaeology.

I did.

I'm a very complex person.

(sighs)

Hmm.

(distant thud)

Hello?

(distant thud)

Lieutenant?

(wind whistling,
window frames clunking)

(squeaking on mirror)

(Crane grunts)

(groans)

(panting)

(phone ringing)

Ichabod Crane.

SOPHIE: How'd you get
into my apartment?

Agent Foster?
SOPHIE: Yeah.

Agent Foster, the person
you just tried to punk.

I have no earthly idea
what you are saying,

in more ways than one.
You didn't leave this message?

What message?
SOPHIE: I told Reynolds

you were a harmless kook,
and now you go and...

Agent Foster!

What message?

You're paying
the security deposit.

Did you see or hear anything?

A weird wind.

Figured you were messing
with me.

So this wasn't you?

Then who did this?

Someone who is trying
to send us a message.

Though why she would choose

to communicate
through you is, um...

May I?

What are you doing?

I need to check something
on your arm, if I may?

Thank you.

What the hell...?

It is part of a message
that I received, as well.

This is crazy.

We have both been contacted
by an outside force,

and given identical mysteries.

Not identical.

They're mirror images.

(electricity buzzing
and crackling)

Lieutenant...

(whooshing, Crane groans)

Help me, Crane.

(grunting, gasping)

Are you okay?

What the hell was that?

(panting):
It was Abbie.

She's dying.

(music playing,
lively crowd chatter)

Hold it.

The Dynamic Duo.

Come on and pull up a chair,
have some champagne.

No, thanks.

Just came by
to talk some business.

Oh. Hold on. Hold on.
Let me guess.

I'm seeing... a map.

Maybe Russian?

Damn, these artifacts
must be rubbing off.

A brother got powers now.
(laughs)

McKenna called.

Said something about
not owing you any favors.

How much for the map?

Well, let's see...

Last time I saw you, you left
my ass handcuffed to a bathtub.

How much you think I
should collect for that?

That was just business.

Sometimes it's not
just business.

Come on.

Like you haven't been handcuffed
by a girl in a motel before.

Come on, Jenny.

You don't have to do this.

Let's go.

Damn, Mills.

No shame.

Always liked that about you.

(laughs quietly)
I'll tell you what.

I was gonna have Howie

and Russell here beat
the crap out of you,

but for old times' sake,
I'll let you leave in one piece.

You know what's funny?

I didn't even know
I had that map.

But once I heard
you were looking for it,

I made sure to find it
and put it somewhere safe.

So...

thanks for the heads-up.

(laughing)

Tell me you got it.

He's not too bright, is he?

Dumb as a bag of hammers.

(chuckles quietly)

Here.

This is the Shinto
symbol for "gateway."

Now, there are assorted rituals
for activating such gateways,

but we may need
to build one first.

Out of what?

There's a tribe in New Guinea

that believes mirrors
are so powerful

they don't have a word
for it, so instead

they indicate mirrors
by showing what they do.

Mirror images.

She wants us to build a
gateway out of a mirror.

Yeah.
I believe we have one

stored behind here. Yes.

So, all this,

this is, um,
your personal library?

Uh, not all mine.

It's been cultivated
over the centuries.

First by the Founding Fathers,
and most recently

by the late Sheriff
August Corbin.

(grunts)
All... vital tools

for the war against evil.

Believe it or not,
I know how you feel.

'Twas not long ago

that I, too, was in the dark.

And truth be told, life would be
far simpler if I still were.

But, as with every war,

what we do not know can
most certainly harm us.

The sentries have
changed their pattern.

(whispering):
We must retreat.

CRANE:
Oh, no-- Hale.

What is he doing?

I told him to stay
at the base.

CRANE: The fool's brave,
I'll give him that.

We must assist.

You there-- stop!

Stop him!

(overlapping shouting,
grunting)

There's nothing we can do.

CRANE:
He will hang.

Spies do not get a trial.

If we don't leave now, we
will share the same fate.

Look there!
At the tree line!

Look there!
Through the gate!

(bell clanging)

So why are we doing this
in your, uh, dungeon?

The Masonic cell
concentrates mystical energies.

Gives us the best chance
to bridge dimensions.

I need you to anchor me.

Whoa, buy a girl a drink first,
why don't you?

Sorry.

I'm just a little...
little nervous.

This is my first
"rescue a lost spirit

from another dimension"
mission.

(sighs anxiously)

If the Lieutenant were here,

she would say something...

tough yet encouraging,

of which I would
wholeheartedly concur.

She is very good at that.

I get why you
want to find her so badly.

(rumbling, whooshing)

(rumbling fades)

Ah! Oh...

(grunting)

(shouting)

(grunting)

(grunts)

(growling)

Oh, my God...

(startled gasp)

(growling)

(grunts, snarls)

(whimpers, gasps)

(eerie screech)

(gasps)

That thing wasn't human.

And it wanted to kill us.

Presumably.

We were supposed
to be rescuing Mills,

not facing down
living nightmares.

Evil engages us when
we least expect it.

So you had no way of
knowing that that...

that thing
would come through?

Well, the ancient texts

say the gateway spell

is often used for
darker purposes.

You knew you might
summon a monster?

I thought the Lieutenant
had calculated a way

to appropriate
the spell.

You wanted to find Abbie
so badly

you allowed a demon
to play you.

You're the reason
it's in our world.

I took a chance.

Working with the
supernatural is not

an unequivocal science,
and if the Lieutenant were here

she would tell you...

She's not here.

I am.

And I don't need to

be Abbie Mills to see

that you are pushing too hard.

You insisted on participating
in this mission.

Why was that?

I may not know about
the supernatural,

but I know
when someone screws up.

You don't think
I'm to blame, do you?

What I think's not important,
Crane. What do you think?

Who asked you, anyway?

(knocking on door)

Local cops found a body

and the death is unusual.

This might be the work
of our mirror monster.

I-I don't know
enough about

this stuff to know
what to look for, so...

Thanks.

Pleasure.
Victim was a car thief.

He stopped to ditch a hot ride
in the parking lot of a diner,

but didn't get very far.

A witness said
she saw a woman

in white running from the scene.

Also, uh...

I have experienced
firsthand

the creature
that created these marks.

Where's the diner?

Off Route 10.

Away from town.

I must examine the area.

¶ ¶

According to my research,

this is an onryo,

a Japanese
vengeance demon.

Typically associated with
the spirits of wronged women,

but this particular one
feeds off desperation.

The locator spell I cast must
have brought it to the area.

And it focused on me
because of my...

emotional state.

So it picked up
on your cues

and pretended to be Abbie.

You were catfished.

If that peculiar
ichthyic reference

means I was duped,

then yes, you are correct.

Okay, so then why'd it mark me?

Perhaps because you were present
when I cast the spell.

The demon must have assumed
we were...

Partners.

I have worked
and fought

alongside many people
in my time.

It was only recently
that I truly understood

what a partner is.

What it means to have someone
who makes you more than you are

simply by being by your side.

Truly your better half.

You were right.

I acted recklessly.

I get it.

It's not easy losing
someone like that.

You speak as if from
personal experience.

My parents.

They were archaeologists.

When I was a kid,
they went out on a dig.

Mayan ruins.

Officially, their disappearance

was ruled an unsolved mystery,

but local workers swore
they were taken away

by demonic forces.

I tried

to convince myself
that it was just

superstition talking.

But you knew there was
some truth to it.

So you studied everything
you could on the supernatural.

My whole life
I've been looking for proof

that there is another world
out there.

And you...

you've been living in it.

(phone rings)

It's Foster.

When did this happen?

All right, yeah, got it.
Thanks.

They just found another
body with the same marks.

A hitchhiker.

Farther north on Route 10.

That's further away from town.

If desperation
truly is the onryo's lure,

it would surely
head to more populated areas.

This road
is the opposite direction.

Next closest exit
is West Point.

This...

this thing
feeds on desperation,

right?
Mm.

Could it be tracking not just
people who are desperate,

but people who are desperate
to find Abbie?

Its focus could be
that specific.

Why?

I think I know
where it's headed.

There's only one person
who is as desperate

to find out what happened
to Abbie Mills as you.

It's going after
Daniel Reynolds.

Our call has been heard,
my love.

Soon you will have all you need
to restore your strength.

There is a quicker path.

Find the Witness

that took the Eye.

She no longer exists
in this realm.

But if she still lives,

I will hunt her
to the ends of time.

I swear it.

Good.

Because if you fail
to find her...

I will not suffer alone,

my love.

JENNY: Randall made three calls
to this storage facility.

The manager said
that he paid

for six months,
up front, in cash.

What, he just volunteered
that information?

I've done business
with him before.

You know, someday you're
gonna have to give me

the full rundown
on the adventures

of Jenny Mills.

It's not that interesting.

Look, I understand, you know.

You want to keep acting
cool, professional.

Stick with what you know.

Because if you can
convince yourself

that it's just
business as usual,

then the truth
of what might have

happened to Abbie can't sink in.

But sooner or later, you are
gonna have to face that truth.

All right? Just...

just remember
that you'll be okay.

Oh, yeah?

How do you know that?

'Cause I'm not going anywhere.

Got it.

RANDALL:
Nice job.

When you gonna learn, Mills?

I'll always be one step ahead.

(grunts)

(punches thudding,
Joe grunting)

Randall, call them off.

(gunshot)

(gasps)
I guess your boy

was misbehaving.

Now, where's my phone?

Drop it.

(chuckling)

Your guys are sleeping
on the job out there.

You should hire better guys.

(grunts)

Thanks, but, uh...

Dumb and Dumber will be
getting up any second now.

Come on.

(fire crackling)

(eerie screeching)

(hissing, snarling)

(snarling)

The mirror from whence you came,

I was able to hurt you
with its glass.

That is your weakness.

CRANE: Agent Foster!

(Sophie gasping)

(screams)

Damn.

(muffled screeching)

(muffled thumping, banging,
screeching)

(Sophie grunts)

Welcome to the other world.

I have to tell you something.

It's-it's okay,
you-you don't have to...

You are so... stupid.

Whoa. Okay. I mean,
that's not where I thought
you were going with that.

What else can I do
to get you to see?

I am not the kind of person
that talks about feelings

and gets to know you.

I don't share stories
and have relationships.

I'm the person who knocks heads
and moves around.

My world is filled
with Randalls and McKennas.

And-and that's
all you want it to be?

Why not?

What good ever came
from the other way?

My dad left
when I was three.

Mom checked out
not long after that.

Even Abbie abandoned me.

And Abbie came back.

Yeah, and now she's gone.

Possibly for good.

Because she was saving me.

She gave up herself for me.

(sighs)

(exhales)

When I thought...

when I thought Randall's guys
had shot you...

I thought,
"I lost Abbie, and...

now I'm gonna lose
another person that I love."

Sorry about cutting
your weekend short.

Someone called in
a Mills sighting.

Turned out to be a false alarm.
No worries.

I needed an excuse
to get out of that cabin.

I was starting to go stir-crazy.

Too much fresh air?

And wood chopping.

How's that wiretap
warrant going?

I haven't put in for it yet.

Crane dresses funny,

yeah, and-and he talks like
a Jane Austen novel.

But is he really capable of
having done something to Mills?

I know what it's like
to need answers.

It can eat at you,
make you desperate.

I've seen it
happen with...

a friend.

(phone rings)

Foster.

Yeah, a-all right. Hold on.

M... Maybe you're right.

Maybe it is time to shift focus.

Yeah.

Yeah.

MAN:
Justice will not be served.

(distant, overlapping voices
fading in)

You draw fire from the flank.

I'll charge them before
they reach the gallows,

lift him on my mount.

We will not need the horses.

(horse whinnies in distance)

Then how do we save him?

OFFICER:
We have before you a traitor!

Nathan Hale, a spy,

caught reporting on His Majesty
King George's fleet.

We are here to let him know he's
not alone in his last moments.

Nathan Hale will die a hero.

OFFICER: He's to be hung by
the neck until dead,

on this day of Our Lord...

I cannot simply stand by.

The British believe Hale
to be just a rogue.

But if we launched
a rescue,

and by some miracle,
were able

to save him, they'd be alerted
to our presence.

The redcoats would scour
the area, not just for us

but for all our men,
men who can't leave their posts.

Scores would die.

OFFICER: ...his crimes, and as
a warning to others of you,

who would follow in
his treacherous path!

I only regret
that I have but one life

to give for my country.

He was our partner...

and we just let him die.

Not all our partners
will survive.

Sometimes you must accept
that there aren't going to be

any miracles.

The best you can do
is continue your mission.

You're suspending the search?

Oh. No.

I will never cease my efforts

to find the Lieutenant.

But in the
past month,

I have allowed nothing
but my single-minded drive

to fill my field of view.

And that led

to terrible consequences.

A friend
once told me,

"You must accept that there are
not going to be any miracles."

"The best you can do

is continue your mission."

I believe

the Lieutenant would agree.

And what is that mission?
For one,

I must continue the hunt
for Pandora and the Hidden One,

put an end to their evil.

Pandora?

There is much to review.

JENNY: Crane,
you got to see this.

How's it going?

What is she doing here?

Agent Foster has
been most valuable

in helping me deal with a...

sticky situation.

Uh-huh.

You can speak freely.

This map...

shows the energy signatures

of demonic creatures.

It's like, um, a radar
that detects monsters.

We thought we might be able
to use it to locate Pandora.

No dice.

But... we discovered
something else.

Each drop represents a demon.

They're converging on...

Sleepy Hollow.
Supernatural creatures

from all over the world
are headed here.

It's as if someone's
summoning them.

Pandora.
(stammers) You're saying

a... monster convention
is coming to town?

So... what do we do?

I believe if the Lieutenant
were here,

she would urge us

to "kick some demon ass."

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