Sleepy Hollow

Previously on Sleepy Hollow...

He that I love has returned to my side.

We need to stop him

before this Hidden One

drains The Eye's energy out of Jenny.

Mills requested all this from tactical.

You don't owe me this, Foster.

But I need you to find her.

This is rescue mission; pure and simple.

Fire in the hole! We go in hard and fast.

If Pandora and her boyfriend get in our face, we put them down.

Don't...

Hold on, I'm gonna

get you out of here.

Abbie...

Lieutenant!

Abbie.

Two at the entrance.

Four on rotation.

Standard two-by-two formation.

- Good morrow. - Good morrow.

Do you expect resistance?

William Erskine is quartermaster general

to Cornwallis.

The supply charts he has in that house will tell us everything

about every British garrison in New York.

So ostentatious.

Typical British.

Idiot.

If the lobsterbacks see you, this mission is over

- before it's begun. - I made certain I was out of view.

They have eyes everywhere.

Why Washington thought

it necessary to include you in this mission is beyond me.

Does the Hale family have something on the general?

Betsy...

Nathan, contrary to accounts

in colonial pamphlets, British officers are not stupid.

In addition to soldiers, they employ Loyalist civilians.

They patrol this area.

And they are trained...

to spot the glint of a lens.

Two important things to learn:

Patience and caution.

Unlike the proverbial cat,

you have but one life.

Do not indulge in recklessness.

Damn! He's gone.

What is this thing that's so important

you had to piss off a bunch of apocalyptic cultists?

The Lydian Jug.

According to legend,

Orpheus used that very jug

to locate Eurydice when she was whisked off to Hades.

And... Yes! This...

this third-century Persian account

states that I can use the jug

to activate the, uh, locator spell

to reach the Lieutenant, even if she was in another dimension.

Granted, the spell is most effective

if used immediately after the disappearance.

Come on, it's been over a month.

- It's not really been tested. - You're grasping

at straws.

The Lieutenant's spirit is strong.

She may be hurt, she may be suffering, but she is alive.

It is up

to me to find her.

It's up to us, Crane.

Abbie sacrificed herself to save me,

so, trust me, we all want to find her.

Yes, of course. I...

I would never imply...

It's okay, Crane.

We have a lead...

on an artifact.

Something that could

help us track Pandora and the Hidden One.

The idea is find the bad guys, find Abbie.

We'll need assistance to find this artifact.

No, no, no. Let us take the ball for a while.

If you burn out, you're of no good to us.

Or Abbie.

Right. Uh...

I-I could use a little respite.

We will find her, Crane.

Mm-hmm.

I know you are displeased, my love.

But all will be set right

with the fullness of time.

You dare speak to me of time.

I, who have slumbered for millennia.

Humanity has spread unchecked across this world,

ravishing it like locusts.

Yet instead of purging this horde,

I only have the strength for parlor tricks.

I share your frustration.

Had the Witnesses not intervened...

The fault does not lie with the Witnesses.

It is with you.

Because of your inadequacies, we now hide like slaves.

I have found another way...

to return you

to your full power.

A remnant of the pithos I once gave you.

I thought it had been destroyed.

Rescued from the debris.

Even a fragment of the box

holds enough power to give you

what you need.

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Where are you?

Why are you following me?

Who says I'm following you?

Maybe I just like hanging out in creepy ruins.

You seem to.

Is that a crime, Agent Foster?

No.

But kidnapping is. As is murder.

As is making an FBI agent mysteriously disappear,

creating lots of extra work for everyone in that agent's office.

Okay, I made that last part up.

What were you doing in here?

What did you see?

Not much.

Just heard you muttering.

Thessalian, right?

You know ancient Greek dialects?

A few.

You know, it's kind of a big deal

when an FBI agent goes missing.

Given that you were the last person to see her,

you've become what we call a person of interest,

so I'm gonna ask you again,

what were you doing in here?

If the FBI wishes to formally charge me with a crime,

please, be my guest.

But until then,

leave me alone.

The Blavatsky Map.

Know it?

Jenny Mills.

Last time you came to see me,

I had to ice my face for a week.

That should buy a lot of ice.

The map?

Yes, the map of Helena Blavatsky,

19th-century Russian occultist.

Claimed it allowed her to track demonic presences.

I don't have it.

But you know where it is, right?

Maybe this will change your mind.

I need to make sure it's real.

You really think this map will work?

I don't know.

All I know is we had to do something

to get Crane to stand down.

I mean, we're all taking this thing with a heavy heart,

but he is really flailing.

That's why I had to get him to see: we will find Abbie.

- How can you be so sure? - Because there's no alternative.

- Lovely piece. - So where's the map?

Atticus Nevins bought it earlier this year,

but after he pulled his Jimmy Hoffa act,

every relic hunter, dealer and wannabe came to town,

raided his entire collection.

The Blavatsky Map ended up with your old pal Randall.

- Great. - Randall...

as in Randall who wanted to drive a stick through my temple?

Still locked in on our international

man of mystery?

- What do you got? - Same old.

He looks through his books, walks in the woods,

shouts at the sky.

Anything we can act on?

Not unless you want to arrest him

for crimes against fashion.

We're missing something. This guy is wrong. I know it.

He's the only one that can tell us what happened to Abbie

the night she disappeared.

I'm gonna get a warrant to tap his phone.

You know, I took this biology class in college.

We learned about an experiment

where they train a bunch of dogs to bring back a toy duck.

Only, when they set them loose in a field,

no duck. Scientists never put one out there.

It wasn't long before the dogs got depressed,

stopped eating, fought with each other...

You see what I'm getting at?

That scientists are jerks?

Yes, definitely that, and also,

stress will mess you up.

That cabin you like by West Point...

why don't you take a long weekend?

Some fresh air, sunshine,