Sleepy Hollow

Previously on Sleepy Hollow...

Someone is unleashing

unspeakable evils in our capital city.

The girl from the vision is Diana's daughter?

Molly is the next Witness.

How does one bring an innocent child

into the battle between good and evil?

Don't be fooled by his genteel accent.

Ichabod Crane is keeping secrets.

Where are we on finding

Ichabod Crane's compatriot?

He's headed this way, and if his reputation holds true,

death and destruction will follow.

What fell acts have transpired

in this dread den of horrors?

The last tenant disappeared under mysterious circum...

...stances.

The bastard owed me two months rent, too.

Musician.

You're not one of those, right?

Not by trade, no.

I was assured a walk-in closet.

Well, you could walk in there if you wanted to.

Didn't the ad also specify the place has great light?

Sunlight gives you cancer.

And what of these so-called "stunning views"?

Uh, there's a neighbor that showers with her shades up.

It's a little rundown, sure, all right,

but this is an "edge" neighborhood, okay?

In two years, this whole block will be

just cupcake joints and record stores.

And that's right up your O.G. hipster-vibe alley, Mr. Crane.

My...

How have I not seen that before?

The facial hair and the boots and

a proclivity towards

- obscure doughnut toppings. - Yes.

If valuing progressive politics,

counter-cultural initiatives

and maple-glazed bacon marks me as a hirsute hepcat,

then so be it, but this is still not the property for me.

Well, it's one-fourth the rent

of the other seven places you saw.

I'll take it.

Okay.

Hey, man, now that we're neighbors,

we can bro down, hang out, Chill-doh Baggins.

Yes, indeed. I look forward to that.

Mm-hmm.

I greatly appreciate your assistance

in finding a suitable abode, Master Wells.

Oh, it's my pleasure. All right, I'll catch you later.

Um, Jenny Mills?

Jake Wells.

Our names are... similar.

Oh...

And onwards.

Hey, you got the apartment,

you got the Vault.

We know who the next Witness is.

When are you gonna tell Diana about Molly?

Agent Thomas has endured considerable hardship

with her daughter...

The road is not gonna get any smoother.

I have a feeling you're going to tell me

to pull off the Band-Aid.

Sooner rather than later.

You have a pretty neck, Mom.

Coming from a young Modigliani,

I take that as a high compliment.

That's a... that's a really nice one.

Can I see what you've been up to?

Oh, wow.

You can have this one if you want.

I just work with him, Molly.

Wait.

You mostly just draw people, not places.

Where'd you see this, baby?

You're gonna be late, Mom.

Okay, you're right. Let's go.

I'll drive you to Nanny Clara's.

Can't I just stay home? I'm 11 years old.

- Not yet. - Almost.

Go.

You might be ready, I'm not.

The algorithm is adaptive.

- Hmm. - So it generates predictive

flashpoints based on query input.

Not unlike a crystal ball.

Actually, that's what we're calling the app.

And we've had lots of bites on the west coast,

but no lead investor yet.

Yeah, it's a risk-averse world out there, isn't it?

But you know what?

I can get you funded

with just one phone call.

But I won't.

- Mr. Dreyfuss, if it's... - No, no, no.

It's not your software, it's not the financials.

It's your... vision.

See, this company of yours

has a ten-year plan.

But where's your 50-year plan?

Your hundred, your thousand-year plan?

I'm not looking to cash in

on the next round of junk bonds

or penny stocks.

I am investing in no less than the future

of the human race.

You wanted to be informed when he arrived,

Mr. Dreyfuss.

Do people still use drawing boards these days?

So he's here, huh?

Any idea yet why he's come down to D.C.?

We won't have to wait long to find out.

As soon as the sun sets, he'll be on the move.

That's right. And when he arrives,

death and mayhem are sure to follow.

Friday night lights, people.

Get your popcorn and your beer cozy,

your cherry cola floats.

The fun is about to begin.

ETA 25 minutes, Madam President.

Code 9. Get down, Madam President!

I shot him point blank,

and his head... fell off.

I know this sounds insane,

but this horseman, he was headless, right?

And he kept coming.

The whole city's on lockdown.

DHS, Secret Service,

local PD all on red alert looking for the bad guys

who took a potshot at POTUS.

And all we have to go on is a dead escort driver,

and another one who everyone thinks

is concussed and talking crazy.

But you think differently?

I'm the only one who sees another possibility.

And you're the closet thing I have

to an expert on this brand of craziness.

I've seen a demon

and witches...

but there's more out there, isn't there?

More monsters?

This guy's telling the truth, isn't he?

Did the assailant carry an axe?

The escort driver said he was carrying

a glowing, red-hot axe.

You know what this thing is?

An abomination.

He goes by many different names

in many different incarnations,

but is unerring in his determination.

If the Horseman has set his sights

on the president of the United States,

nothing will deter him from his goal.

In other news,

it's only Monday.

Soulless blackguard.

Merciless killer.

Death incarnate.

Dark Rider of the Apocalypse.

This is the creature we face.

The Horseman cannot be reasoned with.

He is a single-minded engine of destruction,

and woe to all those who cross his path.

Something tells me you're about to say

we're gonna cross it anyway.

I figured the bastard would show lack of a face

sooner or later.

Okay, I have practical questions.

No head, right? So how does he breathe?

How does he communicate?

Is there, like, a utility neck hole?

I need to know what I'm working with.

More importantly, this thing is after the president

of the United States. Why?

The Horseman's sole purpose in the past

has been to retrieve his head.

Uh, the Norse myth of Mimir.

He was a god who got his head cut off

in a god war, right?

And the king of the gods had it embalmed with herbs

and preserved the head so that...

Pickled god heads, dude?

Tell me this is going somewhere.

The heads of royalty have been considered

powerful totems by many cultures.

The pygmies have the whole shrunken-head thing.

Yeah, see, the more important the person,

the more juju in the head.

Many cultures believe heads of state

possess magical qualities.

The Horseman seeks the president's head.

But how do we stop him?

The escort driver's testimony said

when the Horseman went for the president, he...

He reached a barrier he could not pass.

Perhaps a more thorough investigation of the street

where the Horseman attacked the president is in order.