Sleepy Hollow

Mama?

Is that you?

: Abigail.

Demons.

- (sneezing) - Crane.

I told you to stay home.

I'm fine, Lieutenant.

I fought at Saratoga with dysentery.

I can certainly muddle through this affliction.

If you don't rest, the body gives out.

So, what you're gonna do is take plenty of fluids,

the medication that I got for you,

and go to sleep.

Also maybe a bag of leeches.

Mock if you will,

but I am not the only one combating fatigue.

A midday nap is rather unlike you, Lieutenant.

Oh, I was up all night researching,

but thank you for the wake-up.

Is that all?

You seemed rather startled.

Yeah, I was having a pretty weird dream.

I was back in purgatory, on the run from Moloch.

And somehow, for whatever reason,

I ended up in these ruins, and there was my mother.

And she's singing this song she used to sing

to Jenny and me when we were kids.

And then she warned me about demons.

Which we now know to be true.

According to your mother's letters,

Moloch sent his emissaries

to torment her prior to her death.

Explains why she went off the deep end,

but not why I've been dreaming about her every night this week.

Oh, no, Lieutenant, I really don't need...

Mills.

I'll be there.

That was Reyes.

- Precinct calls. - I'll come with you.

Mm-mm. You're not going anywhere.

It's quiet time now.

When I'm rested, there shall be hell to pay.

So you got three deaths in three nights, all by suicide...

all at Tarrytown Psychiatric.

Coroner's full report is still pending.

Typically, Tarrytown has no more than one or two suicides a year.

- What does the hospital staff say? - They're the ones calling us in.

If someone over there is interfering

with sick people, I want them found out.

Ma'am, you know what I'm gonna ask you.

Why give this one to you?

You helped bring down a satanic cult, Mills,

which proves to me I can trust your instincts.

You also knew my mother...

that she killed herself in that hospital.

I choose to see your connection to this as personal motivation

to find out what's behind the suicides.

And we both know,

if I had handed this to someone else,

you wouldn't have given me a moment's peace.

So you're giving me full control of this investigation?

Whatever it takes.

Just get it done.

You don't have to come, Jenny.

Like you said, nobody knows Tarrytown Psych better than me.

I know it's a tough ask, but you know

the conditions that these victims were facing.

I need that kind of insight.

Look, just be careful exactly what you're looking for.

This place is full of so much pain.

Most of it the kind that can't be cured.

Looks like we have a greeting party.

Hello there.

There you are, Walter.

Let me get you back to your room.

Lieutenant Mills, isn't it?

Oh, with everything that's happened,

we're so glad you're here.

Thank you, ma'am.

I thought we'd start by visiting Captain Irving?

Oh, of course. Frank will be so happy to see you.

All right, young man, let's go.

You be okay?

Yeah. Home, sweet home.

Nelson, the first suicide.

I knew him from group therapy.

Used to sell aluminum siding up in Rochester.

Comes home one day,

beats his neighbor half to death with a bat.

- Hmm. - Turns out

he'd been fighting paranoid delusions for years.

Could these delusions have overwhelmed him enough

to commit suicide?

Nelson had major breakthroughs in group.

Stayed on his meds.

Maybe he relapsed.

I've seen it happen before.

People are doing well, then something triggers a backslide.

They fall apart.

He'd found God.

Organized the hospital prayer group...

just doesn't track for me.

None of these suicides seem motivated.

Sir, I have to ask...

Did I have anything to do with this?

No.

But I don't blame you for asking.

I can tell you - Ow!

how to reclaim your soul,

but you won't like it.

Try me.

You must take a life.

A soul for a soul.

My soul belongs to the Horseman of War,

but for now... I am still in control of my actions.

Even chose my own color Jell-O at breakfast this morning.

It's a good sign.

I did this to protect my daughter,

and I'd make the same choice again, if I had to.

We're gonna get you out of here.

We'll find a way to undo whatever Henry did to your soul.

But for now, Captain, from inside, maybe you can help us?

Let's start with the video from the first death.

Nelson Greave four nights ago.

Surveillance data is all in the hospital mainframe.

It'll just take a minute to upload.

Man, there was nowhere

we could go in here without being watched.

I can't imagine what it was like for you.

You learn to deal with the abuse,

and being surrounded by misery.

In her own way, Mom prepared me for that.

How?

I came here once, before I was a patient.

When we were living in the group home,

and you had to stay late at school one day.

- You tried to see her? - Yeah, I managed to sneak in.

I just wanted to have a moment with her, you know?

A real moment

with the person who I thought could...

save us from foster hell.

But instead,

my last memory of her was...

orderlies dragging her away.

Let me go!

Mom!

Jenny, get out! (screams)

Get out of here!

Abbie, let me ask you something.

What exactly are you trying to find here?

This case is not

going to change what happened to Mom.

After Mom was committed,

all I thought about was how I'd end up crazy like her,

place like this.

Then you were sent here, I knew I was next.

It's tainted everything I've done since,

but now knowing...

what she was facing...

I just want to try to at least understand why.

Why am I a Witness?

Why was I chosen for this?

Yeah, okay.

Okay.

Found it.

Nelson's room, the night of his death.

Oh, my God.

There's something in the corner.

Let's try the night-vision overlay.

Let me get a closer look.

Oh, my God.

That's Mom.

Back from the grave.

Are you certain it was her?

Jenny took the video

to be analyzed by an imaging expert.

But I know.

It's definitely Mom.

This eucalyptus treatment is having no effect.

: Oh, please.

It's torturous.

Electroconvulsive therapy.

Lithium, antidepressants.

They tried everything to calm her down.

Nothing worked.

Well, those medications

are for delusions.

Her demons were real.

I've been going back over my last memories with her,

seeing if she ever said anything that could shed light

on Moloch, or...

I was just a kid. At the time she seemed crazy.

Mama, we're home.

She wasn't full-time at the hospital yet,

just getting treatment as an outpatient.

- Don't forget to lock that door. - Okay.

But you never knew what version of her you would get.

- You lock the door? - Yes, ma'am.

Mama, how you feeling today?

You took the bus.