Sleepy Hollow

Previously on Sleepy Hollow:

No, there's nothing in here that might explain

why the shard's so important or who else might be involved.

More people are gonna come after this thing, Joe.

We got to get ahead of that by figuring out who they are.

- I'm going to do it. - Do what?

Become a full citizen of this country.

Ichabod Crane, American. I like the sound of that.

At the Academy, we helped

push each other, made each other better.

I'd like to try

to find a way to keep that working for the both of us.

Betsy Ross? The flag woman?

Betsy...

was a woman of many talents.

Betsy and Crane kind of were a thing.

Pandora's box was said to contain all

the evils in the world. Which begs the question,

which one does she have in store for us next?

Are you using the purple?

Here.

Thank you.

Got ya! Come on. Lights out means lights out, okay?

Off you go.

Hey.

And... teeth brushed?

Now go to bed, okay?

Nice coaster.

Have you thought about opening it?

Your citizenship test is at the end of the month.

Lieutenant,

if I have not yet belabored the point,

allow me to endeavor.

I do not need to study history.

I lived it.

You know they're gonna test you on events

that happened after 1781.

They offer you four options for every query.

Multiple choice.

It's practically a parlor game.

Hmm.

Okay. Pop quiz.

"On what date was

the Declaration of Independence ratified?"

July the second, 1776.

July Fourth.

You know, Independence Day.

Picnics, hot dogs, fireworks.

Land of the drunk and free.

Yes, I'm perfectly aware of the holiday.

'Tis a symbolic representation.

It need not be precise.

No, the historically accurate date is July the second.

I should know. I attended the second Continental Congress.

I don't doubt it, Crane.

But you're not being tested on what happened.

You are being tested on what is in Civics Today.

Oh. So 'tis not disgraceful enough that I must implore

to become a citizen of the country I, in part, founded.

I must also learn by rote a compendium of solecisms

masquerading as our nation's history?

Welcome to America.

Also, you got a text from Zoe.

Oh.

Ah, Miss Corinth has proofread

my N400 form and says, 'tis good to go.

I must say, she has made navigating

the choppy briny of citizenship a far more bearable undertaking.

At a rate of 20 texts a hour, I should hope

that she's steering you in the right direction.

How do you know...?

We share a roof, Crane.

I know a lot of things I cannot unknow.

Oh, on the subject of invaluable communication,

when, pray tell, did you intend to inform

- Miss Jenny that you located your father? - Hey.

Things I cannot unknow.

Well, it's complicated, Crane.

My dad has a whole other life now, a new family.

Jenny took it really hard when he left.

And she's in a good place now.

And I don't want to throw a wrench in that.

You will make the right decision at the right time, Lieutenant.

Hey, Joe. You find a name for the mystery girl

who's trying to steal our shard?

Uh, well, your sister's asking around,

but so far, no hits.

Actually, I'm, uh... I'm calling about something else.

Look, I was just first responder on a code three.

A little girl fell into a coma.

No one knows why, but...

her sister claims that she saw a monster attack her.

What kind of monster?

Hi, sweetie.

It's a pretty doll.

It's my sister's.

Yeah.

It's awful what happened to her.

But you don't worry, sweetheart.

Your sister is going to be just fine.

Hi, Saffron.

I'm Abbie.

This is my sister, Jenny.

We wanted to talk to you about what

you saw in your bedroom, if that's all right.

And we wanted to tell you that we think you're very brave

for telling everyone what you saw.

I know how hard it is to open up about something

when no one believes you.

Especially something scary like this.

And if you do want to talk about the monster you saw,

we're here to listen.

Well, she's still pretty traumatized, so

there's not much to go on,

but my gut tells me that she saw something.

Mine, too. But we need more information.

We must keep this incident contained.

If Pandora's behind it, as I fear,

widespread panic is her desire.

Reynolds.

It's Abbie. I got a weird call last night

involving a peeping Tom and some kids.

Probably nothing, but I said I'd check it out.

If you're looking for more work, Abbs,

I've inherited quite a backlog.

Couple of hours, I promise.

Just check in with me later.

You got it, Danny. Thank you.

You two start in the girls' bedroom.

I shall try my luck with the young Miss Saffron.

This reminds me of our room when we lived on Lindbrook.

But without the boat window.

Boat window?

Come on, you remember. The boat window.

I guess I was too young.

The circular window above my bed?

We used to pretend it was a porthole.

Imagine

we were on a boat going somewhere else.

Somewhere far away I bet.

It was actually Dad's idea.

We used to pretend like we were going on an adventure together.

I think that he wanted us to know

that there was a big world outside of Sleepy Hollow for us

to explore and that we could leave if we wanted.

Well, he certainly took his own advice.

You ever think of Dad?

Pretty much never... which I'm confident is mutual.

People change.

Not people like that.

They just get better at hiding it.

Or they drink themselves to death.

Have you seen my quarter?

I could have sworn I had a quarter.

You appear to be a little hard of hearing.

Oh.

Oh!

Oh!

Little wonder.

You had a silver specie nestled in your ear!

It was your hand the whole time.

Right.

There once was a lady from Cork

whose pa made a fortune in pork.

He bought for his daughter a tutor who taught her

to balance green peas on her... Ouch!

Oh.

You have rather a sadistic sense of humor, don't you?

My dad thinks I'm making the monster up.

He's my dad.

He's supposed to believe me.

Perhaps if you drew for him what you saw,

you might help him believe what he cannot see.

This is what she saw.

Saffron, who is this a drawing of?

The Tooth Fairy.

The Tooth Fairy.

Isn't she supposed to be some kind,

sweet woman with a magic wand?

Many fairy tales are derived from darker origins.

Subsequently lost in translation.

I do not recall Disney's Cinderella

featuring the wicked sisters cutting off their own feet.

So we know the PG version of the Tooth Fairy.

Now we got to figure out the real one.

I may have some insight on that matter.

The loss of a child's tooth.

I've seen it be harbinger to an identical tragedy.

One that nearly destroyed Betsy Ross.

Betsy's niece had succumbed

to an unconscious state that no physician could diagnose.

A mysterious illness,

affecting only the children of our township,

from which no child was safe

and there was no cure.

Betsy was trying to stay strong for her nephew,

her family, but she was absolutely distraught.

Briefly, I thought I might be the one

to help her through this harrowing time,

until I realized she called upon someone else.