Sleepy Hollow

Previously:

We hear you have a headless body on your hands.

May be connected with a series of unsolved homicides.

This is General William Howe.

Howe is looking this way. Does he know you, Crane?

We met many years ago.

Got a name on our Shard thief...

Sophie Foster.

You really don't want to know who I work for.

Atticus Nevins was footing the bill.

You knew August Corbin?

He mentioned you last time that we spoke.

He said that, uh,

you were a lot like me back in the day.

I must return to the Jeffersonian

to prepare General Howe's remains for transport.

Need anything, you call me. Agent Booth, I hope we get

a chance to do it again. You never know.

Stranger things have happened.

In one mile, stay to the right...

Just charged this thing.

Are you okay? Hey, you...?

This is not personal.

Run.

Eternal rest is for unimportant men.

The king requires your service.

Will you answer his call...

General Howe?

Where?

You've arrived in Sleepy Hollow, my lord.

Raise your men,

make the Patriot scum afraid again.

Afraid of Britain,

afraid of her dead.

I offer you vengeance on a hated enemy

who once tried to end your life.

Crane.

There you are, all up in your faces.

You missed the spare.

I'm more used to bowling on turf.

That would spare me these shoes.

I look like an Italian circus performer.

At least the shoes make it seem like

you bothered to wear a costume at all.

Seriously. Yeah.

I mean, I know you have a look and everything,

but come on, today's the one day you get

to change it up a bit.

Is it not obvious?

I'm John Adams.

The weskit.

Brushed brocade and French buttons.

It was his sartorial signature.

I spent all night on this embroidery.

I totally see it.

It's unmistakable.

Speaking of embroidery,

isn't Hoop Dreams over there the one

helping you with your citizenship application?

Oh, Miss Corinth.

Yes.

Oh, come on, Crane.

Go.

Ichabod. Well, hello.

Miss Corinth, what a pleasant surprise.

I love the brocade waistcoat.

Very John Adams.

Thank you.

You like?

Yes, you look effervescent.

Uh... you are...

Needle and thread champ.

I'm Betsy Ross.

Of course you are.

Unmistakable.

Well, with a little spice thrown in.

Not that she was boring, but I mean, you know, seamstress.

I'm sure she would've approved wholeheartedly.

Bowl a frame with me later?

You can rely on it.

Ooh, swagger.

You still think Halloween isn't fun?

The Celts believed All Hallows' Eve

to be a sacred time

when the souls of lost loved ones

walked the earth and were honored with prayer,

not face paint and molasses-based

faux blood.

But miniskirts and blue eyes get a pass.

When in Rome.

Ah... Lieutenant.

On our trip to Washington, Dr. Brennan

arranged to transport General Howe's remains

to the Historical Society. Yeah.

Almost made it for the drive

and Agent Booth's charming personality.

The thing is...

the courier company claims the body never arrived.

Cody, we need more eggs.

Get them yourself.

Guys, look.

Come on.

Don't make me go all by myself.

CODY (laughs): This is awesome.

: This is so cool.

Damn, when I die, book me a suite in here.

You can't afford it, bro.

Okay. I'm over this.

Let's go.

Oh, God.

Who the hell are you?

Screw this.

No sign of the driver.

Or Howe.

Why steal a 200-year-old skeleton?

A lot of skid marks,

like the driver was trying to avoid something.

Or someone.

Pandora.

What would she want with Howe's remains?

Tracks are headed that way.

Feel like hunting?

I know this place.

The British employed it as a staging ground

during the invasion of Manhattan.

Afterwards, we built that mausoleum

to house their dead soldiers.

Looks like someone came to pay their respects.

As fun as it is bumping into Zoe,

they have these things now called dates

you can actually plan in advance.

Yes, I'm perfectly aware of that.

Miss Corinth and I are not romantically entangled.

Mm. Maybe you're not allowing yourself

to get entangled.

You refer to Katrina?

Yes. No matter what you became in the end,

you cared about her.

I mean, you two...

Six years.

We were husband and wife for six years.

She taught me strength,

resilience,

how to properly iron my vests.

Ghosts of the past have power over us.

Even if we truly want to move on,

it's not that easy.

Yes, well...

that chapter of my life is now closed.

What on earth?

My God.

Ichabod Crane!

General Howe.

Give us the names!

Take them!

Isn't that great.

Get them!

After them, you dogs!

Thank you.

Mills. What's up?

I was hoping you would tell me.

I'm not sure what you mean.

Since you moved into this office,

you haven't closed the door.

Not until this morning anyway.

And then there are the two

assistant U.S. attorneys in the lobby.

And you know, you drop your voice a half step

when you lie. I was just waiting on the right moment.

Looks like this is it.

It's an ongoing investigation I've been working.

Kind of takedown that makes a career.

Shell companies buying property across Westchester,

all owned by one umbrella LLC... Court Imports.

Though on paper, a high-end importer of rare antiquities.

But the lion's share was actually looted

from sites in Syria, Afghanistan, Iran.

They're buying items stolen by terrorists.

I'm still getting the warrants airtight.

Hence, the lawyers.

Oh.

But when the time comes, how does "Task Force Coordinator"

sound? Sounds good.

I've got to say, an operation this size...