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We climb down to the Horseman's resting place.
Thank you.
First, Peter Van Garrett
- Are you all right? - Yes, thank you.
from my parents, evicted us.
In headless-corpse cases of this sort, the head is removed
someone did a dog act to bitty! and I will seek out the guilty party
my concentration suffers greatly when I'm observed.
The rest of you keep a sharp lookout.
Thank you.
- Constable Crane. - Mr. Philipse?
It is a place called Sleepy Hollow.
Ichabod Crane,
I get everything in the event of your death.
given to my father when I was in swaddling clothes.
Over here!
But we know this was Jonathan Masbath.
We have to save ourselves.
Run along for your breakfast.
Never was a Horseman, and never will be a Horseman.
and you've lost your brave man, Brom.
EVERYBODY HERE WILL DIE GENTLEMEN.
Notary Hardenbrook, and Magistrate Philipse.
It is a place called [Founder’s Hollow]
How did you know the Widow Winship was expecting a child?
You seek knowledge of the netherworld?
My mother was an innocent. A child of nature.
- I am a bad habit. There's nothing for it. - Oh, isn't there?
It is no magic. It is what we call optics.
The fourth victim, Jonathan Masbath.
Forgive me, I speak of kisses
Because.
Well, I'm here to find him and make him stop.
We need to operate immediately.
My unholy horseman, rise!
I'd forgotten it.
No birds. No crickets. It's all gone so quiet.
I know where some grow.
- Mr. Miller, ride back for the coffin cart. - Yes, sir.
Promise me!
No blood flow, no clotting, no healing.
Dear stepdaughter,
Some of my own design.
Now, up pops a widow with a claim on a fortune. Off with her head!
Then Sleepy Hollow is grateful to you, Constable Crane.
Horror piled on tragedy. Hardenbrook is dead.
And here, look. A marriage certificate.
And so it has been for 20 years.
chopping off heads at full gallop.
He was infamous for riding his horse hard into battle,
until you learn respect for the dignity of my office.
I'm a dead man. No.
This tree is a gateway. A gateway between two worlds.
And we hope you will honor us by remaining in this house.
First, I can let you cool your heels in the cells
Follow the Indian trail to where the sun dies.