Sleepy Hollow

Previously on Sleepy Hollow...

Lieutenant!

We're not in Kansas anymore, are we?

The sun has not set. It has not moved in the sky

since I arrived here. Ten months.

Searching for a way out.

- Abbie. - Why wouldn't you tell me

- that it was your father's place? - I would've told you

to knock on the door yourself.

Supernatural creatures

from all over the world are headed here.

As if someone's summoning them.

Pretty creepy, huh?

Oh, yeah.

I am shaking in my boots.

Mm... okay.

It's a first date.

You know, so let's maybe slow our roll a little.

What's the fun in that?

It's the "minding my boundaries

and personal comfort" sort of fun.

Come on.

What'd you think we came out here to do?

Wait, I'm not, I'm not kidding.

Stop! What the hell are you doing?!

Whatever the hell I want.

Stop!

You saved my life.

Who are you?

I have to know. Please.

God, what the hell are you?

No, no!

No, please, no!

No luck in the land of Nod?

Not tonight.

Or last night.

I had hoped your hiatus from the FBI

would help facilitate your rest, not hinder it.

Don't worry.

I just getting acclimated to normal life.

I didn't eat or sleep for a year.

Time was a flat circle.

I'm pretty sure this is just par for the post-Catacombs course.

We have not yet

had an opportunity to discuss your hardships there.

And the...

Please, Lieutenant.

This is it.

You're looking at it.

Painstaking boredom.

You're my Wilson.

Which is why it's a little bit upsetting

that you killed all my houseplants.

Yes.

Now, let it be known

that in my time I have cultivated

medicinal herb gardens,

myriad vegetable patches and, in fact,

once even an entire orchard of monkey puzzle,

and not one of them has been

as recondite as your spiderwort variation.

Two words, Crane: Miracle-Gro.

In all candor, Lieutenant,

whilst you were away, I spent every waking hour

endeavoring to bring you home.

All other responsibilities fell by the wayside,

horticulture not excluded.

That's pretty depressing.

Yes.

Yes, it is.

Oh, I have an idea.

Perhaps in a couple of hours, we could go to the nursery

and pick up some replacement greenery.

Ah, and if we're brisk, we could make it

to Colonial Times for their Early Burr special.

I think that I want to take a run.

There's a trail I found

that, uh, Jenny and I used to walk as kids.

Uh, Lieutenant...

I know your transition home is a trying one.

But believe me,

it will grow easier.

I'll see you in a couple hours.

Yes.

Oh.

Ms. Corinth, what a pleasant surprise.

Gosh, it's been, uh... heavens,

a whole fortnight since last we spoke.

Two and a half fortnights, actually.

But who's counting?

And what brings you here?

Uh, we're planting merrybells

for an inner-city historical restoration.

- Oh. - You?

Oh, just decorating the home.

I'm afraid I rather neglected my housemate's flora,

and they perished.

That is what happens when you ignore things.

Miss Corinth...

Zoe.

Just... call me Zoe, like a normal human being.

Miss Zoe, I...

Zoe.

Zoe...

I owe you the most profound apologies.

During our courtship, my partner went missing.

Or, rather, she took a leave of absence...

Look, all you needed to do was give me a call.

Send me a text.

I'm a big girl. I can take it.

I really didn't think you were the ghosting type.

Well, no, I try not to be.

But they always seem to find their way into my path.

I have no idea what that means.

I'm gonna go, okay?

And if you're taking suggestions,

I'd exchange those ferns for some cacti.

Very low-maintenance.

What?! I know exactly what you would say!

- "Come now, Lieutenant." - Just one long,

endless day, hammering away at you until you go mad.

Yeah. I know.

I owe you a call.

Want to make it up to me?

Thanks for doing this.

You know I wouldn't ask you here if it wasn't important.

But three double homicides in one week, all torn to shreds.

Yeah, I'm happy to look.

It's the least I can do after

quitting so abruptly and leaving town.

A heads-up would've been nice. I was worried about you.

Next time, I will reach out. You got a pen?

Doug Frank and Krissy Kowalick,

both killed and dismembered by the car.

As you can see, the slashing is precise

but also swift, haphazard, full of rage.

It's like a crime of passion, but that doesn't add up.

Yeah, that's the weird part.

The act seems personal, but the pattern's pathological.

Even with a cloudy M.O., the methodology's consistent:

couples, at night,

always these gruesome, rage-like gashes.

And puncture wounds.

There's two different weapons here.

Yeah, but only one set of boot prints

that don't match the victims.

Whew. Big guy.

Six-three, six-four, 240, 250 pounds.

Using an Axe and a spear.

You onto something?

I'm sorry, Danny.

I'm not ready for this.

Can you put Agent Foster on it?

- She's really good. - She is, but she's not you.

Well, she's the one currently under your employ,

so she'll have to suffice.

I never handed in your resignation.

What?

What you did was rash and illegal.

I wanted to give you time to clear things up,

quietly, internally.

Abs, I've made mistakes in the past.

I've regretted all of them.

You know what I'm regretting?

Coming here in the first place.

Look, you know how bad this is. I know you do.

I need you here.

I need time, Danny.

After which, I could begin to entertain the idea

of even coming back to work.

Possibly.

I'm sorry.

Hey.

This isn't one of those typical serial killers, is it?

Meet me in the Archives in an hour.

Hey. You sitting down?

Oh, no.

I am standing the length of two men, Lieutenant.

For I am bringing the desert climate

to our Mid-Atlantic abode.

It is nonsensical, it is quite unnatural,

and yet, because I want it, it is so.

The beauty of America.

And...

how was your jaunt?

Interrupted. Reynolds called me down to a crime scene.

Is this the sitting down part?

Yeah. There have been

three double homicides in the past week.

All couples, all with very specific wound patterns:

clean amputations,

puncture stabs.

You're describing lacerations made by the halberd blade.

And only one set of boot prints

belonging to a big, hulking guy.

Do you know what that means?

The Kindred has returned to Sleepy Hollow.

The Kindred has finally heeded the call

of your bounty's beacon.

He is the last remnant