Sleepy Hollow

My name is Ichabod Crane.

In 1781, I died on the battlefield,

but I was saved by a mysterious spell

cast upon me by my wife Katrina.

I married a witch.

How cool.

Now I've been awakened 250 years later

in a land I no longer recognize...

You look good for 200.

And fate led me to Miss Abigail Mills,

a young police lieutenant investigating baffling mysteries.

You're supposed to be dead.

I am dead.

Our realm is in danger, and the apocalypse may be upon us.

Revelation?

This speaks of two Witnesses.

You were called to something, Abbie. We both were.

Our destinies are entwined, yet my partner is trapped in purgatory.

I will be back for her.

My wife has been kidnapped by the Horseman of Death.

She's finally yours, Abraham.

No! Katrina!

And my son has betrayed us all.

Now it begins.

Goodbye, Father. No! No! No!

Lieutenant?

Lieutenant, please!

Anyone?

Surprise!

It's a surprise party.

I got you. A surprise party.

And why must your era celebrate terror with dessert?

I'm sorry, I couldn't find a cupcake big enough

for 251 candles.

Happy birthday. Well, then...

I shall consider myself punk'd.

Well, what? Do we just stare at it?

You blow it out.

Make a wish. Oh, a wish?

Another modern tradition.

And here I thought

science had won over superstition in modern America.

Very well, a wish.

I wish... Not out loud.

Is there no end to this birthday madness?

Just wish for something good.

Given everything we've been through,

we could use a little celebrating.

Revenge won't bring them back.

No, but it will be eminently satisfying.

It's been almost a year.

The future is perilous enough.

I'd rather not discuss the past, thank you.

Today of all days.

We keep avoiding it.

We avoid it because it is hard.

It is hard to believe.

It is even harder to accept.

We both lost someone we loved.

Let us leave it at that.

I just...

I don't think I would've made it without you, Crane.

Nor I you, Lieutenant.

Mills.

All right, we'll be right there.

Party's over. Thank God.

The sheriff's department didn't say

why this fellow requested our presence?

Only that he's the attending professor at this Historical Society.

Couldn't wait.

He had something to show us, thought he might be in danger.

And he specifically summoned us?

Yep.

Well, that's never good.

The Horseman.

He's back.

This is what we've been training for. You ready?

I've been ready for 200 years.

Clear.

We're too late.

Professor.

"First Among Founders,

"Benjamin Franklin's Impact on Colonial America."

"Impact"?

On the scores of strumpets he crushed beneath his girth, perhaps.

I take it you knew Franklin.

I was his apprentice.

Under General Washington's insistence.

The man was insufferable.

We are talking about Benjamin Franklin?

The editor of the Declaration of Independence?

Blowhard, braggart, blatherskite and gasbag.

He had an insatiable need

to prove he was the sharpest intellect in the room.

I could see how that would be hard for you.

The Horseman was looking for something.

Why would he want a history professor's research

on Benjamin Franklin?

Any student of Franklin's

would be as shrewd and conniving as the man himself.

Ah.

"Diligence is the mother of good luck."

And we could use a little of that right now.

Crane, down!

Consecrated rounds!

I'm all out.

Kali's arrows.

Lieutenant!

He dies tonight.

Crane! He pays for what he took.

We can't. Look at me.

He killed my wife!

And my sister.

We are low on ammo.

He was here for a reason.

We stay on mission.

- You okay? - Yes.

We have what he came for.

Now we find out why.

And these documents are from Franklin libraries

around the country.

Albany, Boston, Philadelphia.

What have we here? Boston.

These notes say he found

a charcoal key rubbing in the archives at Harvard University.

That place still exists? Mmm-hmm.

I know this key.

Franklin requested my help with his experiments on electricity.

You were there when he was out in the storm flying a kite?

Of course. I was his apprentice.

He had just returned from England,

where he claimed to have infiltrated

a secret society known as the Hellfire Club.

They were fixated on defeating America's quest for freedom.

And, as was typical of our Founding Father,

I found him unabashedly exposed.

Crane!

Just getting in a little air bath before the end of the day.

Very good.

Don't be such a prude, Ichabod.

Clearly they never taught you how to tie a knot at Oxford.

Well, I suppose I should have spent

more time studying the Hellfire Club.

Study Washington, Jefferson, Adams and me.

You're one of us now.

An American.

There's a storm coming to our shores, lad.

We must be prepared to weather it.

Sir, please!

We must go back inside!

Not yet!

Not till this key is struck.

What's wrong?

It failed.

This key cannot be destroyed.

I don't follow, sir.

I was hoping the fire from the heavens

might neutralize it, but it's no use.

It must be secreted away.

Far from evil's grasp.

So, his experiments had nothing to do with electricity.

Indeed.

He was trying to destroy this key.

But why?

The professor's notes refer to it as the "Gehenna Key."

What?

"Gehenna."

It's the name for the realm between life and death.

Also known as purgatory.

The one rule of purgatory,

a soul cannot leave unless another takes its place.

Right. Wrong.

This key can break that rule.

A loophole.

A way to release souls trapped in purgatory.

Would've been nice to have a year ago.

Crane, you know what this means?

This key can let anyone or anything out.

Moloch.

Of course.

He's the guardian of purgatory.

Therefore, he is bound by the same laws.

Lieutenant, if he discovers this key,

everything we've sacrificed will be for naught.

We've combed through the professor's notes.

I've gone through Corbin's files, everything in the archives.

There's nothing left about the location of this key.

We're out of leads.

There's one option left.

I loathe even considering it.

You want to talk to your son?

If the Horseman is searching for a key to open a door to purgatory,

Henry may be the only one who can tell us where it might be.

Assuming he'll tell us the truth.

He's a mastermind, Crane.

And the freaking Horseman of War.

I'm aware of the dangers.

He will try to prey on our vulnerabilities.

But we will not let him.

We cannot.