Sleepy Hollow

Ichabod Crane:
Villainy wears many masks, none of which so dangerous as virtue...

Brom Van Brunt:
We haven't heard your name yet, friend.

Ichabod Crane:
I have not yet said it.

Lady Van Tassel:
Watch your heads.

Katrina Anne Van Tassel:
I have shed my tears for Brom... and yet my heart is not broken. Do you think me wicked?

Ichabod Crane:
No... but perhaps there is a little bit of witch in you, Katrina.

Katrina Anne Van Tassel:
Why do you say that?

Ichabod Crane:
Because you have bewitched me.

Ichabod Crane:
It is truth, but truth is not always appearance.

Reverend Steenwyck:
Their heads weren't found severed. Their heads were not found at all.

Ichabod Crane:
The heads are... gone?

Notary James Hardenbrook:
Taken. Taken by the headless horsemen. Taken back to hell.

Young Masbath:
Is he dead?

Ichabod Crane:
That's the problem. He was dead to begin with.

Katrina Anne Van Tassel:
Good-bye, Ichabod Crane. I curse the day you came to Sleepy Hollow.

Ichabod Crane:
You believe the father killed her?

Samuel Philipse:
The Horseman killed her.

Ichabod Crane:
How often do I have to tell you? There is no Horseman, never was a Horseman, and never will be a Horseman.

Ichabod Crane:
What is that thing?

Samuel Philipse:
It's my talisman. It protects me from the Horseman.

Ichabod Crane:
It was a headless horseman.

Baltus Van Tassel:
You must not excite yourself.

Ichabod Crane:
But it was a headless horseman.

Baltus Van Tassel:
Of course it was. That's why you're here.

Ichabod Crane:
No, you must believe me. It was a horseman, a dead one. Headless.

Baltus Van Tassel:
I know, I know.

Ichabod Crane:
You don't know because you were not there. It's all true.

Baltus Van Tassel:
Of course it is. I told you. Everyone told you.

Ichabod Crane:
I... saw him.

Ichabod Crane:
The millennium is almost upon us. In a few months, we will be living in the nineteenth century. But our courts continue to rely on medieval devices of torture.

High Constable:
Stand down.

Ichabod Crane:
I stand up for sense and justice.

Baltus Van Tassel:
The horseman was a Hessian mercenary sent to the shores by German princes to keep Americans under the yoke of England. But unlike his compatriots, who came for money, the horseman came for love of carnage.

Ichabod Crane:
We have murders in New York without benefit of ghouls and goblins.

Baltus Van Tassel:
You are a long way from New York, constable.

Samuel Philipse:
Five victims in four graves.

Ichabod Crane:
Katrina, why are you in my room?

Katrina Anne Van Tassel:
Because it is yours.

The Burgomaster:
Remember it is you, Ichabod Crane, who is now put to the test.

Katrina Anne Van Tassel:
Is it Theodore?

Ichabod Crane:
No, pardon Miss, I am only a stranger.

Katrina Anne Van Tassel:
Then have a kiss on account.

Ichabod Crane:
Katrina, I might have killed you. Why have you come?

Katrina Anne Van Tassel:
Because no one else would go with you.

Ichabod Crane:
I am now twice the man, and it is your white magic.

Lady Van Tassel:
Dear step daughter... You look as if you've seen a ghost.

Lady Van Tassel:
The first part was the easiest. To enter your home as your mother's sick-nurse and send her body into the grave while my own into your father's marriage bed.

Baltus Van Tassel:
If you are wise, you will leave this place.

Katrina Anne Van Tassel:
I think you have no heart. And I had a mind once to give you mine.

Ichabod Crane:
Giddy Up... no, no this way... good horsey.

Lady Van Tassel:
The Horseman comes. And tonight he comes for you.

Lady Van Tassel:
Still Alive?

Ichabod Crane:
Run, Katrina.

Lady Van Tassel:
Yes, do run, and jump, and skip.

Dr. Thomas Lancaster:
This is most irregular, Constable.

Ichabod Crane:
I should hope so, Doctor, but in this case necessary. I shall need to operate.

Dr. Thomas Lancaster:
Operate? She's dead.

Baltus Van Tassel:
There is a conspiracy here, and I will seek it out!

Dr. Thomas Lancaster:
Enough have died already. It is time we confess our sins!

Ichabod Crane:
Once more, the neck wound cauterized. The sword thrust to the stomach... the same. But, to what purpose?

Dr. Thomas Lancaster:
To what is your purpose is the question.

Dr. Thomas Lancaster:
What manner of instruments are these?

Ichabod Crane:
Some of my own design!

Ichabod Crane:
Kill it! No, no! Stun it!

Young Masbath:
A strange sort of witch, with a kind and loving heart. How can you so?

Ichabod Crane:
I have good reason.

Young Masbath:
Then you are bewitched by reason.

Ichabod Crane:
I am beaten down by it!

Ichabod Crane:
It was an evil spirit possessed you. I pray God it is satisfied now, and you find peace. The evil eye has done it's work; my life is over, spared for a lifetime of horrors in my sleep, waking each day to grief. Goodbye, Katrina.

Burgomaster:
You will take your experimentations to Sleepy Hollow, and there you will detect the murderer. Bring him here to face our good justice. Will you do this?

Crane:
I shall.

Burgomaster:
Remember, it is you, Ichabod Crane, who is now put to the test.

Crane:
So... three persons murdered. First, Peter Van Garrett and his son, Dirk Van Garrett. Both of them strong, capable men, found together... decapitated. One week later, the widow Winship. Also decapitated. Now, I will need to ask you many questions. But first, let me ask: Is anyone suspected?

Van Tassell:
How much have your superiors explained to you, constable?

Crane:
Only that the three were slain in open ground. Their heads found severed from their bodies.

Reverend Steenwyck:
Their heads were not found severed. Their heads were not found at all.

Crane:
The heads are... Gone?

Notary Hardenbrook:
Taken. Taken by the Headless Horseman. Taken back to hell.

Crane:
[confused] Pardon, I...I don't...

Van Tassell:
Perhaps you had best sit down? [Crane does so] The Horseman was a Hessian mercenary, sent to these shores by German princes to keep Americans under the yoke of England. But unlike his compatriots, who came for money, the Horseman came for love of carnage. When battle was joined, there you'd find him; he rode a giant black steed named Daredevil, and was infamous for riding his horse hard into battle, chopping off heads at full gallop. He'd filed his teeth down to sharp points, to add to the ferocity of his appearance. This butcher didn't finally meet his end until the winter of '79, not far from here in our western woods. They chopped off his head with his own sword; even today the western woods is a haunted place, where brave men will not venture...for what was planted in the ground that day was a seed of evil. And so it's been for 20 years...but now the Hessian wakes. He's on the rampage, cutting off heads where he finds them.

Crane:
Are you saying...? Is that what you believe?

Notary Hardenbrook:
Seeing is believing.

Crane:
We take the Indian Trail to the Tree of the Dead.

Young Masbath:
How will we recognize it?

Crane:
Without difficulty, I rather fear.

[After the windmill explodes with the Horseman inside]

Young Masbath:
Is he... dead?

Crane:
That's the problem; he was dead to begin with.

Ichabod Crane:
No. You must believe me. it was a horseman, a dead one. Headless.