Sleepy Hollow

Previously on Sleepy Hollow...

So, you could see me just by touching the symbol?

If the symbol works with the tablet of witnesses...

It could be a tool for our cause.

That's part of Pandora's box. If she somehow manages

to collect the pieces and put it back together...

She and the Hidden One are gonna be back in business.

The Wendigo is still inside me.

- You could get hurt. - Hey, no, no, no...

that is not gonna happen.

They dare to lay

a hand upon you?

I must do what should have been done long ago.

I must destroy the Witnesses.

We talked about this, Kyle.

If you want to shred,

you're in the wrong band.

Post-punk indie rock

is what we all agreed on.

Screw it!

I have kettle bell class in the a.m.

Can we just have one practice

where you don't quit the band, Kyle?

Yeah, man.

Let's do this.

One, two, three, four...

You know...

we got latex gloves in the top drawer.

Oh, y-yes...

I've been testing different protective materials

against this artifact.

So far, leather, rubber,

and... whatever these tufted mittens are made of,

seem to protect against its remote viewing powers.

So, direct skin contact is the key?

- Seemingly. - Mm!

I did ask for a bear claw and an almond beignet.

I was quite specific.

Mm, you don't know what's in the bag.

You know what's in the bag.

I...

You promised me that you would not use that thing

to spy on me, Crane. Lieutenant,

I-I have yet to master how this artifact works.

Now, in attempting to do so,

I may have inadvertently watched you

purchase me a Summertime Squash Bran Muffin.

Is that all that you saw?

Yes!

Lieutenant, you have my most solemn vow.

This is a crime

against pastries, nothing more.

Do not get weird on me, Crane.

Uh...

Even a tiny lie of the donut variety...

...can erode the trust between two people.

What's up, Agent Foster?

Mills...

I'm at a crime scene in Tarrytown.

There's something you need to see...

at the office.

Be there in 20.

Crime scene.

Foster thinks there's something hinky about it,

so I'm gonna go meet her.

Multi-grain croissant.

Truce?

More like a tactical interdiction.

Hmm-mm-mm...

Oh, actually, that's very...

Wife comes back from yoga,

finds them.

The drummer's Bureau, worked cyber out of our office.

Yeah, I scanned the report.

Ruptured a ear drum, leading to cerebral hemorrhage.

They couldn't have turned it up that loud.

Exactly.

I pulled this before ERT could.

You are getting good at this.

Yeah, I'm really digging obstructing evidence.

All right, there's a lot of interference at the end but...

something...

was here.

We have ourselves an entity.

Kind of an all-encompassing word for:

"We do not know what the hell we're dealing with yet."

See this bow in the wall?

There are reports, in the 1920's,

about séances where

wood, metal, even glass would buckle.

Hyde Sisters.

Right?

Yes, very good, Agent Foster.

I'll gonna circle back with Crane,

see if he has any insights.

I'll loop in Joe and Jenny,

and we'll clean up the image,

figure out what we're dealing with.

Thanks.

If you come not bearing cruller, Lieutenant,

do not bother coming...

Your time has come, mortal.

You and the ones

you lead have dared to lay a hand upon my consort.

You have all forgotten your place...

...and for that,

you will pay the ultimate price.

Where is the other Witness?

If you tell me...

...I will make your deaths painless.

Aah!

Very well.

I will kill you first...

...and then I'll find her myself.

You should know...

...I've died before.

I do not fear dying again.

Know that her death will be slow...

and excruciating.

No.

Thura.

Crane?

Crane?!

Crane, can you hear me?

Crane...

I don't know what's going on,

but I just got electrified by the front door.

Are you still in there?

Call me, call me, please, call me.

What have you done with Crane?

I have not done anything.

No?

Then why is my front door

now an electrified fence?

That fence...

is an impenetrable barrier

designed to contain the power of a god.

So your crazy boyfriend did this.

Please lower that ineffectual weapon, Witness.

I am not in the mood.

I will not ask again.

The Emblem of Thura... has been activated.

For the first time in...

...4,000 years.

The Emblem of Thura.

It was created to imprison gods.

It feeds on the power of the being it has imprisoned.

The more he fights... and he will fight...

the closer he brings us all to death.

He has let his anger rule him again.

And he's in there with Crane.

And he will not let himself be imprisoned.

Not ever again.

As he throws his might against the barrier,

the power will build,

culminating in a maelstrom of fire and destruction.

There must be some way to calm him down.

That would be me.

So, service grate, windows,

air ducts are all sealed off by this force field.

Barrier of mystic energy.

Nothing can penetrate it.

Crane will die.

We'll all die much sooner than that.

You keep saying that.

The Emblem of Thura is less stable here in the mortal world

than in the Catacombs.

You're not gonna leave him in there, are you?

That's why you're here.

You broke him out before.

When I last released him, my Box was intact

and my powers were at their peak.

And now your Box is broken.

So...

we...

find another way.

What overloaded the Mic?

I don't know.

I tried to isolate

every bandwidth and frequency on the recording.

There is just no sound.

Not until the very end.

Play it back.

Slow it down.

That is not feedback.

Not even close.

I'm an idiot.

That's a wail.

The kind that kills.

I know what did this.

A banshee?

Is that the screeching bird woman thing?

That's a harpy.

This is a banshee, as in

Woman of the Barrows, omen of death,

messenger from another world.

But she's nothing compared

to that demon you have on your end.

Please tell me that you're not actually thinking

of working with Pandora.