Sleepy Hollow

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Previously on sleepy hollow:

The beacon is too slow, too weak.

It wakes the creatures, but they do not come.

I know your transition home is a trying one.

I didn't eat or sleep for a year.

Time was a flat circle.

Do not worry.

I haven't completely lost it.

Not yet, anyway.

You saved me.

I'm yours.

Oh, man, she's in good shape.

Alice!

Alice!

Alice!

Oh, my god!

Alice!

Alice! Alice!

Your skills remain quite admirable.

Do you not recognize your master?

Rise, my servant.

I cannot understand a word you speak.

Forgive me.

I haven't used my voice

in a long time.

It is time I gave the devil his due.

What?

These eggs are named after a traitor to this nation.

These delicious baked goods after a member

of the hapsburg monarchy, which is an affront

to anyone who ever fought a hessian.

So, what is in a name?

Apparently, nothing.

Lox?

Okay, this is obviously way more than just hunger.

Spill it, crane.

Oh, crane.

I'm so sorry.

This is insane. Immigration can't

reject you as a citizen.

You helped create the country.

Yes, the irony is not lost.

Well, wait, it says here you were rejected

because you missed your formal interview.

Yes, I was a little preoccupied

rescuing your sister from the catacombs.

We just, we throw Joe's money at the problem.

Hire you a top-gun lawyer.

Scary, expensive lawyer.

Nice suit.

In the meantime,

I have a new word for you.

Mimosa.

I'll grab the champagne.

Jen?

Abbie.

You looking for this?

Yeah.

I was just thinking.

How would you like...

To kill it out here?

Just you and me.

We don't have to share.

Yeah, except I've seen you drink on an empty stomach,

and it's not a good thing.

Okay.

Come on.

Okay, no, no, no, that's nothing.

Here, check this out, ready?

Not again.

Oh, god.

Oh, yes.

Very eerie.

Oop, no, thank you.

That was Franklin's party trick.

Not always on his nose.

Oh, crane!

Finished?

Thank you.

Thank you. Thank you.

That's good.

Okay, seriously?

That's mine. I have dibs.

Stop! Oh, you think I'm fat?

You seem happier.

Yes, I admit i do feel rather suffonsified.

And your sister's mood

appears to have taken a significant upturn of late.

Okay, come on.

Oh, my god.

Yeah.

She's running again.

She's back at work.

Seems like she's in a good place.

And yet...

My misgivings remain.

I can't put my finger on it, but yeah.

She's definitely hiding something.

Yeah, and if we push too hard...

She'll pull away more.

So, what do we do?

Spy on her?

Oh, no. No, no.

We must remain cognizant of her needs.

Whilst vigilant to any subterfuge,

intended or otherwise.

Yeah, I'm not sure if Washington explained it,

but that is called "spying."

You never met Mrs. Washington.

Oh, my god!

Mm.

Agent mills.

Okay, I'm on it.

Serial killing or animal attack.

Local pd is still debating.

Either way,

brunch is over.

Who would target two antiquarians in such a manner?

This wound pattern doesn't track.

The jugular is ripped out

like a canine attack, but no other organs

or extremities are targeted.

It's too precise.

Traumatic laceration, this rash,

evidence of leiurus quinquestriatus.

Hmm.

The pupils are pinned.

Evidence of extreme toxicity.

So, what was it... Were they poisoned

or did they bleed to death?

Or both?

Sting of a scorpion.

Claws of a wolf.

Venom of a snake.

Oh, that's great.

A menagerie of evil.

Except if there were

multiple attackers,

there would be a more disjointed

blood splatter convergence point.

Which means these deaths were caused by one beast

that combines the deadliest attributes of many.

There was a rumor in my time, passed among woodsmen,

of a beast in the Jersey woods.

An amalgamation of creatures.

A monster in Jersey?

That urban legend, still around.

It will be nice if for once, the story was just a story.

And yet, we must face the truth.

The Jersey devil has come to sleepy hollow.

You know, the best thing about Sunday brunch

is what follows it.

Ooh, you mean, like three NFL games back to back?

No?

Uh, online gaming marathon?

How about hot girlfriend,

romantic trailer, cozy bed?

Mmm.

So, like, nap time, or...? Come here.

I know you think you're funny.

But you're about to ruin the moment.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no!

Oh, no!

The water main hookup must've cracked

or something.

Damn it.

You got it?

Yeah.

Well, you're gonna need a new system.

Hell, a whole new kitchen, too.

I'm serious, I mean...

You know, Jen, this whole place could use a renovation.

We can afford it.

Look, we have been unearthing the past for months now.

And personally, I'm feeling ready to take on the future.

Hey, blood money or, uh,

flood money?

Rich people.

There have been many reported sightings

of this Jersey devil, dating back to 1777.

And many different descriptions,

from flying biped with hooves...

To acoustic bon jovi.

Uh, no.

No mention of that particular incarnation.

But here, New Jersey journal, 1882.

"Citizen sighted a beast

"with the head of a goat,

the skin of a snake and the tail of a scorpion."

Consistent with our victim's wounds.

They have over a dozen unexplained

animal attacks in the last ten years...

All in the Jersey woods.