Sleepy Hollow

Pretty horse.

Oh, you don't have to be afraid.

I can sing you a song.

Would you like that?

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Shh. Shh.

We have work to do.

Hey, Johnny.

Did you miss me?

Sorry for the delay, sir.

Johnny here forgot his manners.

Johnny, buddy,

thought we had a deal...

we help you, you help us, right?

- Did Lorenzo change the meet? - Don't know.

Yo! I don't know.

We know your boss is unpredictable, but we promise

- to protect you after we take him down. - I'm being straight with you.

'Zo didn't say nothing about a new meet.

- Dude. - But I can check.

Okay?

Come on. Come on.

Make sure I can find you, okay?

You best keep an eye on your CI, Agent Mills.

If Lorenzo gives us the slip,

he won't come up for air for months.

Yes, sir, but Johnny will come through. When I was

at the sheriff's department, there was a case just like it.

You're not with the sheriff's department, are you?

So stop thinking like local law enforcement.

Or isn't Quantico teaching that anymore?

Look, you're moving up fast, okay?

Which means somebody thinks you're good.

So prove 'em right to me.

Excuse me, sir.

Mills.

Yeah, I know him.

What? He's where?

Opening 513!

Lieutenant... thank you for coming.

Damn, Crane, what the hell happened?

They told me they caught you trying to enter the country

with restricted materials.

A matter which I shall address presently.

First, a more pressing issue.

Uh-uh. How long you been here?

- Uh, this is the morn of my fifth day. - Fifth day.

- And you're just now calling me? - Yes, well,

it has been some time since last we spoke.

You've been gone nine months.

You said you needed to take a little walkabout,

clear your head... I understood.

No, you've been through a lot, but I don't hear from you,

for nine months, and then, this is the call that I get...

to bail you out of the I.C.E. detention center.

Indeed, there is

much upon which we need to catch up.

You think?

You're right.

I have been delinquent in my communication.

Mm.

Initially, it was because I required solitude.

Then...

it became a habit.

A deeply regrettable one.

Is that what I think it is?

Katrina's necklace.

I'll admit I kept it out of sentiment.

But this charm is spiritually linked

to the soul of Abraham Van Brunt.

Last night, something happened to it.

I was in the midst of what has become something of a ritual.

A nighttime communion of sorts.

And I return to the question

that echoes through my soul.

Is my destiny to be not but a ceaseless traveler,

inexorably slouching my way

through this mortal coil?

Can you hear me, Jesus?

I hear you, C-Dawg. Don't got no answers.

But as a wise man once said: "It's a hard knock life.

For us."

Mm-hmm.

So true. That is so true.

The energy has been drained from it... completely.

I believe something has happened to Abraham... something dire.

Now, if something has happened to the Horseman of Death,

it means there are dark forces in motion.

First things first.

I need to get you out of here.

So tell me what you tried to smuggle past Customs.

An artifact.

One of immeasurable significance.

I believe it holds the key

to our future as Witnesses,

- Lieutenant. - Agent.

I'm not a Lieutenant anymore.

I'm a special agent for the FBI.

You joined the federal police.

Like you said... lots of catching up.

Want me to get that?

Where's my package?

You can file a claim for

- seized items online. - Now look here...

the right to personal property is a fundamental...

Crane, I will make sure

that you get your stuff back later.

Right now, we just need to get out of here. Thank you, sir.

Very well. I leave my possession here with these noble soles,

my comrades.

Thomas Paine described America as a place

"where all parts are brought into perfect unison."

Indeed. Though my stay

here has been brief,

I have come to value the concord I found with my fellow

detainees.

You want to stay with your new pals?

Good God, no.

Told you!

I can't miss.

- Oh, dude, that was me. - Oh, the hell it was.

God, why do you got to be like that?

Why does it always got to be you?

Well, because you couldn't hit an elephant

if it was hugging you.

Hey, that reminds me. How's Sally doing?

Yeah!

Come on, man.

Come on.

Hey, are you mad?

Oh, screw you!

Oh, come on, man. Don't be a tool.

Brent?

Aah! Brent! Brent!

It was only then that I gleaned what they meant

by "return to your upright and locked position."

Crane on a plane!

I miss everything.

Lieutenant...

- Agent. - Agent.

No. Yeah...

On second thought, doesn't sound right.

- Just stick with "lieutenant." - Certain?

I can only handle so much change.

- What's all this? - Yes. Agreed.

Crane, you really should have called me sooner.

- We are a team. - But are we?

We're friends, of course, and colleagues,

but "team" implies a mission; purpose.

Henry and Katrina's deaths

closed a chapter for us.

And it reminded me,

perhaps I am truly adrift in this time.

Then it dawned on me.

Perhaps there are other descendants in the Crane line.

Then I would not be alone.

So, I traveled

to my family ancestral home in Scotland...

...where I made an astonishing discovery.

A tablet?

That's what Customs nailed you for?

"Improper import of cultural heritage antiquities."

A bureaucrat's flight of fancy, if ever I heard one.

Fortunately, before they confiscated my property,

I was able to decipher some of its engraving.

It was Sumerian.

4,000 years old.

Roughly translated, it said:

"The Legend of Sleepy Hollow."

Are you serious, Crane?

Yes, I assure you, I am.

Do you not see... this tablet...

Let me guess. You think this is an ancient prophecy about

our place in the war between good and evil?

Shamans thousands of years ago predicted

what was gonna happen to us,

and that this Babylonian artifact will

hold the key to what we're supposed to do with our lives.

Am I right?

Well, no, actually, you're not.

It was Sumerian, not Babylonian.

- Ah. - Oh, d... all right, fine...

that is what I believe, but...

Lieutenant, do you not see?

This tablet could hold the key to our mission as Witnesses.

Our mission? For all you know,

this is Sumerian sudoku.

Our mission is over.

We stopped Moloch and the apocalypse.

Mills.

Agent Mills, we have a report

of two dead bodies in Westchester National Park.

Local authorities are requesting federal assistance

due to jurisdictional issues.

Copy that. I'm on my way.

I have a new mission now.

I'm an agent of the FBI.

Working theory is animal attack.