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PART 4EXT. VAN TASSEL HOUSE, FRONT PORCH -- DAY
Ichabod comes out. KILLIAN, a dashingly rustic man, carries his son, THOMAS, 5, and chats with Baltus. Doctor Lancaster peers off at something through a SPYGLASS.
BALTUS
Hail, Constable. How are you?
ICHABOD
Well enough. Your gathering does honor to the deceased.
DOCTOR LANCASTER
(still using spyglass)
We must be a curious sight to him.
ICHABOD
What are you spying on?
DOCTOR LANCASTER
(offers the spyglass)
The Lenape. He comes to gawk at civilization from time to time.
ICHABOD'S POINT OF VIEW -- THROUGH SPYGLASS
Searching a line of trees and foliage far away...
DOCTOR LANCASTER (O.S.)
Do you see the Redskinned bastard?
There he is -- the LENAPE. A towering savage with misshapen features covered in tumors. He ducks away.BACK TO SCENE ON PORCH
Ichabod lowers the spyglass, a little awed.
ICHABOD
He is a behemoth.
DOCTOR LANCASTER
A diseased monster.
BALTUS
If you gentlemen will excuse the doctor and I... we have financial matters to discuss.
Ichabod and Killian nod as Baltus and Lancaster head in.
KILLIAN
Master Crane, sir. I'm glad we have time alone. You've been told plenty about the Horseman, I'm certain.
ICHABOD
More than enough, actually. (tired laugh)
I beg you, no more, please.
KILLIAN
No, sir, no. If you ask me, I say you just laid eyes on our murderer through that glass.
Ichabod ponders, folding the spyglass.
ICHABOD
Tell me something. (pause)
What becomes of Young Masbath?
KILLIAN
Van Ripper and his wife agreed to take him. They have children and a good home and good land.
Ichabod nods. He turns to look THROUGH THE WINDOW. In the DINING ROOM,, Van Ripper rises, ill. His wife questions his health, but he holds her off and vomits.
Ichabod notes this with a deep sigh.EXT. VAN TASSEL ORCHARD -- EARLY EVENING
Ocher dusk. Ichabod rides to Young Masbath, seated on the ground, miserable. Young Masbath does not look up.ICHABOD
Find yourself a place in the servants' residence and wake me before dawn. Our first task will be an unsavory one.
Ichabod rides. Young Masbath runs to his horse and follows.EXT. CHURCHYARD AND CEMETERY -- DAWN
Steenwyck is on horseback, looking down at Ichabod, furious.
FATHER STEENWYCK
It is sacrilege!
ICHABOD
I cannot proceed without examining the previous victims.
Steenwyck looks to men with shovels. Killian's there. Philipse, hung-over, stands beside Young Masbath.
FATHER STEENWYCK
Magistrate Philipse, surely you can stop this.
Philipse just looks up with a helpless expression.
FATHER STEENWYCK
I will not allow it. I will not!
ICHABOD
Protest to my superiors if you like.
FATHER STEENWYCK
Your superiors are two days away!
ICHABOD
Then, you should have left two days ago, because I have men willing to help me today.
Ichabod motions. Killian leads the men to the graveyard. Steenwyck watches, enraged. He kicks his horse and rides. Philipse looks worried.EXT. CHURCHYARD AND CEMETERY -- LATER MORNING (TIME CUT)
A PSALM is HEARD READ by STEENWYCK O.S. while a coffin is exhumed. Ichabod guides the lifting. The coffin is put near the headstone "WINDSOR." Ichabod looks...
At the church, Steenwyck faces about fifty people who now take up the PRAYER.
Across the cemetery, two coffins, one small, one large, are pried open. "VAN GARRETT, 1799." Killian leads the effort with Young Masbath's aid...
The lids come off, revealing the HEADLESS BODIES of a MAN and a little BOY. Young Masbath backs away.
At the "WINDSOR" coffin, nails creak as Ichabod opens the lid. WE Do NOT SEE inside, but when Ichabod does, he is aghast. He looks to the men, angry.
ICHABOD
Why was I not told of this?
No answer. Killian arrives, nods solemnly.
KILLIAN
The Widow Windsor.
ICHABOD
Is that all you say? Look at her.
KILLIAN
It's not something people speak of openly. She did not remarry.
Ichabod kneels, studying. Now, WE SEE: the belly of the headless corpse is bulbous, because the Widow Windsor was very far along in a pregnancy.
Ichabod notices: a tear in the cloth of widow's blouse. He reaches through the tear, feeling the stomach.
He straightens, greatly troubled.INT. DOCTOR'S RESIDENCE, MEDICAL ROOM -- MORNING
Scissors cut open the widow's blouse. There's an inch-long WOUND on the moldering belly; a sword puncture.
Ichabod examines the corpse on a table. Lancaster watches, anxiously mopping his face. Young masbath's in a corner. Ichabod goes to write in his ledger full of notes.
ICHABOD
What is the common thread between these victims?
YOUNG MASBATH
I'm sure I don't know.
ICHABOD
We must discover it. The reason the murderer chose these persons.
Ichabod goes to look at the widow's corpse, pondering.
ICHABOD
The wounds are the same. Cauterized. No chopping or half-measures either. One stroke took the head. Have you seen, doctor... ? (pointing to it)
Even the spinal bone... sliced as smooth as butter.
DOCTOR LANCASTER
I do not care. You are welcome to use my work area, but I beg you... return her to her resting place.
ICHABOD
In time, doctor. Soon as I finish.
Ichabod picks up an iron knife. He looks to Young Masbath.
ICHABOD
You should step outside.EXT. CHURCHYARD CEMETERY -- EARLY EVENING
Ichabod and others restore graves. Ichabod looks to the church, where Clergyman Steenwyck stands in the door.
FATHER STEENWYCK
The devil sent you, Ichabod Crane. (pause)
The Lord will not forgive your sins.
Steenwyck shuts the creaky doors.INT. VAN TASSEL HOUSE, ICHABOD'S ROOM -- NIGHT
Ichabod sleeps, dreaming...ICHABOD'S DREAM -- FARMLAND -- DAY
A young BOY, 10, stands in a wheat field with his back to us. A FEMALE VOICE is HEARD FAINTLY, getting LOUDER.
FEMALE VOICE (O.S.)
Ichabod! Ichabod... come along.
The boy, YOUNG ICHABOD, turns, smiling. He runs. We FOLLOW to a clearing behind a frontier home. MOTHER waits. Lovely woman. She kisses him.ICHABOD'S DREAM -- YOUNG ICHABOD'S BEDROOM -- NIGHT
Dark. Young Ichabod, in bed, has one eye open. Across the room, Mother has her back to him. She's WHISPERING something to no one. She turns...
Young Ichabod pretends he is asleep.
A DRAWER is HEARD SHUTTING. Mother exits. Ichabod gets up, curious, opens a drawer... finds something behind clothing.
It's a piece of reed grass, woven into an elaborate pattern with shafts of wheat twisted into the center. Young Ichabod replaces it, closes the drawer.ICHABOD'S DREAM -- MARKET SQUARE -- DAY
A busy, muddy street lined by wares and produce. Young Ichabod walks with FATHER, an emotionless man. Father stops to examine tools. Young Ichabod stays by him, but something captures his attention...
Across the way, Mother is involved in a argument with a FREAKISH-LOOKING WOMAN. They shout. People stop to watch. Can't make out words, but Freakish Woman is furious.ICHABOD'S DREAM -- STORM SKY -- NIGHT
LIGHTNING flashes over tree tops. THUNDER BOOMS.
INT. VAN TASSEL HOUSE, ICHABOD'S ROOM -- NIGHT
Ichabod jerks awake in his bed.INT. VAN TASSEL HOUSE, KITCHEN -- NIGHT
Ichabod enters with a lantern and his ledger. He sits, studies notes, then notices there's a light down the hall.INT. VAN TASSEL HOUSE, SEWING ROOM -- NIGHT
Opposite an elaborate loom, Katrina reads by candlelight. She looks up, seeing Ichabod enter.
ICHABOD
Sorry for disturbing you. I thought a forgotten candle was burning.
Katrina self-consciously closes her shabby book, puts it with another on her lap and covers them.
KATRINA
You do not disturb me. Please stay. Having trouble sleeping?
ICHABOD
May I ask... why do you cover your book that way?
KATRINA
You pay great attention to small things. I hide these as I hide all my books. Father would not approve, lest it were the Bible.
ICHABOD
I, um... I have something to show you, if you have a moment.
Ichabod sits, looking through his ledger.
KATRINA
These are strange... may I?
She takes his hand, spreads the fingers to the palm. She touches the many evenly spaced scars.
KATRINA
These scars. How did you get them?
ICHABOD
I have had them since childhood. I cannot remember what from.
KATRINA
It would be interesting to find out.
Their eyes meet. Ichabod gets back to the ledger. Katrina seems to relish the effect she has. Ichabod finds a paper disk on string, illustrated thusly:
ICHABOD
Here it is. A bird on one side. His cage on the other. Now, stare at it. (spinning it)
The bird seems to be in his cage.
KATRINA
Yes, he does. May I try?
Ichabod gives it. She spins it, smiling.
ICHABOD
He only appears to be inside the cage. The point being...
KATRINA
You made this, and the drawings?
ICHABOD
Yes, but listen. The illusion is easily explained. The eye retains each image, till they combine. And yet, some would call this toy magic.
KATRINA
Don't you see why? Look closely a moment. Put your intellect aside. (spinning it)
Can't you see what is inexplicable?
Ichabod watches it spin. He shakes his head, unimpressed.
KATRINA
Oh, you are hopeless. May I keep it at least?
ICHABOD
If you want. But...
KATRINA
Then, I also have a gift for you. True magic which even you will not be able to deny.
She hands him a book. "ROMEO AND JULIET." Ichabod stands, offering it back, but she will not take it.
ICHABOD
Thank you. No. Here...
KATRINA
I insist that you have it.
ICHABOD
(resigned, leaving)
Very well. But, it will only sit gathering dust.
KATRINA
That would be a pity. Those words might show you something you've never seen before.
Ichabod stops at the door, looks back. He exits. 
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PART 5EXT. VAN TASSEL HOUSE -- NIGHT
A light glows in Ichabod's window. LOOKING IN: Ichabod's in bed, fully dressed. He sits up. Pause. He crosses to pick up "Romeo and Juliet." He begins to read.EXT. PHILIPSE'S FARM -- DUSK
Ichabod walks with Philipse. Young Masbath follows with the horses. CICADAS CHATTER from a vast corn field.
PHILIPSE
Not more than a year ago, a mob hung a man for stealing a horse. For stealing a horse! And, you dig up our dead.
ICHABOD
Are you saying I should be frightened? Is this a message passed on from Clergyman Steenwyck?
The CICADAS SUDDENLY go SILENT. Young Masbath notices.
PHILIPSE
We are farmers here, not lawyers or bankers, or even constables. Every penny we earn comes from what we send down the Hudson.
ICHABOD
I know it.
YOUNG MASBATH
Um.... excuse me, sirs...
PHILIPSE
(still to Ichabod)
Because of the Horseman, our migrant workers flee for their lives. There is a danger that our crops will rot. So, if you are going to help us, you stop the Horseman. That is your task... to kill an undead thing.
Young Masbath looks to a fenced grazing area, worried. The sheep there are agitated, all running one direction away.
ICHABOD
Listen to what you say....
PHILIPSE
No, you listen! You may think we are a pack of superstitious dullards...
ICHABOD
At times I do.
YOUNG MASBATH
Sirs... please!
PHILIPSE
What will it take for you to realize this is no laughing matter?
The horses go crazy, braying and rearing. The reins yank Young Masbath off his feet as the horses flee.
Ichabod and Philipse look to Masbath. A SOUND is HEARD, distant: THUNDERING HOOFBEATS. Wind kicks up. HOOFBEATS seem to come FROM ALL DIRECTIONS.
Philipse looks to the corn field. A flock of birds alights; a great sheet of black against the sky.
PHILIPSE
Oh my... oh my oh my oh my...
Philipse runs towards his house, past Masbath. HOOFBEATS are LOUDER, CLOSER. Ichabod faces the corn field.
The field explodes open, stalks bending to make way as the Headless Horseman gallops into view atop Daredevil.
Young Masbath runs, following Philipse.
Ichabod's stunned. He looks down to draw his flintlock pistol, but the Horseman blows by before he can raise it. A blast of air knocks Ichabod off his feet.
The Horseman chases Masbath and Philipse.
Ichabod follows.
The Horseman draws his sword.
Young Masbath falls in the grass...
Daredevil's pounding hooves will certainly crush him.
Daredevil leaps over Young Masbath, continuing the charge.
Philipse has a long way to go before home. He looks over his shoulder. No way he'll make it.
Ichabod, running, watches Philipse slow.
Philipse gathers all his courage and stops, turning. The Horseman is closing, sword held high.
Philipse raises his talisman.
ICHABOD
Philipse!
Philipse holds the talisman up, trying to be fearless. The Horseman swings -- WE HEAR the CLANK of sword on talisman...
Philipse's severed head spins. His body falls and folds.
Ichabod runs past Young Masbath.
The Horseman halts just as Ichabod reaches a point in front of dead Philipse, aiming his pistol. Daredevil lets out a SCREECHY CRY. The Horseman rides toward Ichabod.
Ichabod gets on one knee, trying to steady his pistol. The Horseman closes. Ichabod sweats bullets. FIRES...
The slug SLAMS the Horseman dead center -- bursts through and rends his uniform without slowing him.
The Horseman is almost on Ichabod. Ichabod cringes, arms up... as the Horseman passes.
The Horseman leans to skewer Philipse's head with his sword.
With the head as his prize, the Horseman races away.
Ichabod gets up, watches the Horseman head to the forest. Ichabod looks to Young Masbath, finds his legs will not support him, falls, trembling. THUNDER BELLOWS.
INT. VAN TASSEL HOUSE, SECOND FLOOR HALL -- NIGHT
Lady Van Tassel comes to a door, knocks. Sarah stands behind with a tray of food. Young Masbath is seated near.
LADY VAN TASSEL
(to Young Masbath)
Has he not come out at all?
Young Masbath shakes his head.INT. VAN TASSEL HOUSE, ICHABOD'S ROOM -- NIGHT
KNOCKING is HEARD. Ichabod sleeps restlessly.ICHABOD'S DREAM -- YOUNG ICHABOD'S BEDROOM -- NIGHT
THUNDER BOOMS. WIND and POUNDING RAIN blast open a window. Mother comes to it, then moves to comfort fearful Young Ichabod in bed.
MOTHER'S VOICE (v.o.)
Don't be afraid... don't be afraid.ICHABOD'S DREAM -- YOUNG ICHABOD'S HOME -- DAY
A keyhole. Young Ichabod's eye peers in...ICHABOD'S DREAM -- P.O.V, THROUGH KEYHOLE
Mother is kneeled before flour on the floor. She draws patterns in it, whispering. She blows the flour away.ICHABOD'S DREAM -- YOUNG ICHABOD'S HOME -- DAY
The Freakish Woman (who argued with Mother) walks towards the home, supported by a SAD MAN. She weeps, carrying something in a blanket.
Young Ichabod comes a window, watching, scared.
The Freakish Woman is so weak that she falls. The blanket opens... the corpse of an infant tumbles to the dirt. The Freakish Woman's WAILING GROWS LOUDER.ICHABOD'S DREAM -- FRONT OF YOUNG ICHABOD'S HOME -- NIGHT
TWO MEN in black drag Mother to a coach. She looks back, fearful, pulled along. A THIRD MAN in black follows.
Young Ichabod struggles as Father restrains him.
YOUNG ICHABOD
No... mother... no... !
The Third Man peers back, a gray-haired, Cotton Mather-ish man with a villainous face.
FREAKISH WOMAN (v.o.)
The night of the great storm, I saw her cross my windows.ICHABOD'S DREAM -- COURTROOM -- DAY
Many people in the gallery. The Third Man stands in front of the tearful Freakish Woman in the witness box.
THIRD MAN
You are certain it was she?
FREAKISH WOMAN
In the lighting, I did see her. (points)
Her. Lady Crane...
Mother sits in shackles.
FREAKISH WOMAN
I will never forget. The next moment, I found my infant dead... with the blood welt on his breast.
Those in attendance cry out at this. Ichabod is seated beside Father, eyes filled with tears.ICHABOD'S DREAM -- YOUNG ICHABOD'S ROOM -- NIGHT
As before, a STORM RAGES. Ichabod is in Mother's arms.
FREAKISH WOMAN (v.o.)
The night of the great storm, I saw her cross my windows.
MOTHER
Don't be afraid...INT. VAN TASSEL HOUSE, ICHABOD'S BEDROOM -- DAY
KNOCKING is HEARD. Ichabod gasps awake.
KATRINA (O.S.)
Constable Crane?
Ichabod looks at his hands balled into fists. He opens them --has ONE HALF of PHILIPSE'S TALISMAN in each palm.INT. VAN TASSEL HOUSE, SECOND FLOOR HALLWAY -- NIGHT
Katrina holds a tray of food. The DOOR is HEARD UNLOCKING.INT. VAN TASSEL HOUSE, ICHABOD'S ROOM -- NIGHT
Katrina enters. Ichabod sits at his work table.
KATRINA
Are you hungry?
Ichabod shakes his head, won't look up. Katrina crosses.
She begins picking up pieces of the PLASTER HOOFPRINT CAST which lies shattered on the floor.
KATRINA
You promised justice.
ICHABOD
If these are the random stalkings of a monster, what good am I?
KATRINA
People have put their trust in you.
ICHABOD
They have done nothing of the sort.
KATRINA
Won't they still have that justice? (patience waning)
or, was it a vain promise?
Ichabod stews, head in his hands. Someone is HEARD RUNNING... Young Masbath enters, frightened.
YOUNG MASBATH
Constable Crane... something has happened.EXT. WESTERN WOODS -- DAY
The Lenape Indian hangs dead in a tree, lynched. TOWNSFOLK are gathered. Ichabod makes his way through, followed by Young Masbath, looking up.
BROM (o.s.)
We do not need you, Constable...
BROM strides towards Ichabod from a group of men spreading a sheet under the tree. Van Ripper's there.
BROM
The men who did this have been taken. We do not need you here.
Brom points to where TWO FILTHY MEN in chains sit in a horse-drawn cart. An armed man guards them.
ONE FILTHY MAN
You should thank us. The killings will end. We saved you all!
The armed man shoves the filthy man to shut him up.
BROM
They spend two days in chains.
ICHABOD
Two days... ? For murder?
FATHER STEENWYCK
For poaching. Or, would you remake our laws now that Magistrate Philipse has given up the ghost?
ICHABOD
Does that look like an animal hanging?
BROM
Looks like an Indian.
Van Ripper cuts the noose rope at the trunk. The Lenape corpse free falls, landing hard.
The Lenape lies in a heap on the sheet. Van Ripper and others come to lift the sheet with the Lenape in the middle. Ichabod watches, noticing...
The Lenape wears a WOVEN PIECE of REED GRASS a cord on his loin cloth, twisted in a pattern.
ICHABOD
Wait. Give me a moment...
Ichabod kneels. He removes the woven piece, looking across the diseased Lenape's body. Something else...
The Lenape's mouth is agape; teeth rotting. Ichabod looks around, finds a twig. He uses it to pull the Lenape's mouth open... gets close to peer inside the Lenape's mouth.INT. VAN TASSEL HOUSE, ICHABOD'S ROOM -- DAY
A DRAWING of the Lenape's WOVEN PIECE in Ichabod's ledger. The piece lies near.
Ichabod sits staring at it, trance-like. Masbath waits. Long silence.
ICHABOD
The Lenape Indian had much to tell once I opened his mouth.
YOUNG MASBATH
How could he?
ICHABOD
His teeth. Someone had cut them and chipped off rotten pieces far back in his mouth. The Lenape could not have done that for himself. (closes his journal)
Someone out there cared for him.
Ichabod rises, deciding. He picks up his satchel and exits. Young Masbath is surprised. He follows. 
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PART 6EXT. WINDMILL -- DAY
A massive, wooden WINDMILL, raised off the ground on a 7' center post. Ichabod and Masbath walk to it.INT. WINDMILL -- DAY
Ichabod and Young Masbath enter via a ladder from the underbelly. Gears and counter wheels turn millstones. A few men work in the grain powder filled air.
Ichabod leads the way to a staircase, up twists and turns.
YOUNG MASBATHM
Where are we going?
ICHABOD
Up.EXT. WINDMILL ROOF -- DAY
Ichabod and Young Masbath climb out a door to the roof. The rotors spin nearby. Ichabod searches the countryside.
Below, MANY MEN are ride up the long straight road.
ICHABOD
What is it?
YOUNG MASBATH
It's payment day. Loan monies are given to Baltus the last day each month. Almost everyone borrows... for tools or to hire workers.
Ichabod sits, takes a bowl from his bag and gives it to Masbath, then produces a bottle of water... fills the bowl.
ICHABOD
(points)
Out there. What do you see?
YOUNG MASBATH
The Western Woods.
ICHABOD
Look again.
A plume of smoke rises from woods, far.
YOUNG MASBATH
Smoke. Chimney smoke.
Ichabod holds a piece of straw in his mouth, rubs the point of a sewing needle against a small BLACK ROCK.
ICHABOD
Are you familiar with magnets?
YOUNG MASBATH
What kind of nuts?
ICHABOD
Not for eating, I assure you. Watch here.
Ichabod shows the magnet grab the needle. Young Masbath is amazed, reaching for it. Ichabod watches him play with it.
YOUNG MASBATH
It's spectacular.
ICHABOD
(smiles, pause)
Yes... I suppose it is. Keep it.
YOUNG MASBATH
No, I couldn't...
ICHABOD
I have others. All I need is this.
Ichabod takes the needle, poking its butt end into the tip of the straw. Young Masbath studies the rock, pockets it.
YOUNG MASBATH
Thank you.
ICHABOD
(nods, almost shy)
Now, hold the bowl steady. Back to business.
Young Masbath lifts the bowl. Ichabod drops the in needle/straw, which floats and turns compass-like.
ICHABOD
If the Western Woods are truly the Devil's Glen, we will see for ourselves.
YOUNG MASBATH
(uneasy)
Father said witches live there.
ICHABOD
Witches do not exist. However...
Ichabod uses a knife to notch the bowl lip where the needle points, then surveys the smoke, making a second notch.
ICHABOD
Not long ago, I would have said the same for Headless Horseman.
KATRINA (o.s.)
Constable... !
Katrina's on horseback below, unhappy.
KATRINA
I need to speak with you. Alone.EXT. VAN TASSEL GREAT LAWN -- DAY
Ichabod and Katrina lead their horses. A heated argument.
KATRINA
Why would you do such a thing?
ICHABOD
No stone may be left unturned. it may appear harsh...
KATRINA
I have misjudged you I think. I did not imagine you were so cruel.
ICHABOD
You are not regarding it in full. The Widow Windsor had been run through by a sword. I followed the bloodless wound, a wound whose path I could not comprehend till I had seen the Horseman with my own eyes.
KATRINA
What are you on about?
ICHABOD
The child she carried was eight months grown at least... near to birthing. The sword had pierced its tiny heart exactly.
KATRINA
Must I hear this?
ICHABOD
There was no blind stabbing. This singular thrust found its target omnipotently, as if the Horseman made certain the unborn child died with its mother.
KATRINA
And this gives worth to butchery?
ICHABOD
It was not butchery.
KATRINA
What is it then? Scientific method? How can any of this matter in the slightest?
ICHABOD
I have no solution for its meaning yet, but I could not just ignore it.
KATRINA
Take a lesson from Young Masbath's desires, Ichabod Crane. He follows with you to avenge his father's death. That I understand. But, what do you want?
ICHABOD
To avenge his father, and the others.
KATRINA
But, why? Tell me why.
Ichabod struggles for a reply.
KATRINA
You falter with your answer because you strive without putting the whole of your heart into it. Can't you see? You'll bring dignity to the dead even if you have to chop them into little pieces to do it.
ICHABOD
(fed up, growing anger)
If it had been surgery on a living person, done to save that person's life, you would not question it. Not for a moment. So, let me be the first to tell you, dear girl... on the other side of these sheltering mountains, a whole world has advanced beyond such plebeian thinking as yours. And someday, no matter how much you fear it, that world will come to roust Sleepy Hollow out of its slumber.
Katrina storms away. Ichabod's already regretting.EXT. BELLTOWER FIELD -- DAY
Ichabod and Young Masbath ride to the Western Woods, horses loaded for expedition. At the Belltower remnants, Ichabod slows, looking to the wreckage.
At forest's edge, Young Masbath waits.
Ichabod circles the tower. With a sigh, he rides to join Young Masbath. They head into the woods.EXT. WESTERN WOODS -- DAY
Dark, dense and creepy. Ichabod and Young Masbath move through. Young Masbath halts his horse and looks around.
ICHABOD
What is it?
YOUNG MASBATH
Listen.
ICHABOD
(listens, looks)
I hear nothing.
YOUNG MASBATH
No crickets or cicadas calling. No bird songs.
Stark quiet. Ichabod notes this unhappily.EXT. WESTERN WOODS -- LATER DAY
Ichabod's hand drops the needle/straw in the water bowl. The needle spins. The bowl is turned to match notches.
Ichabod points the way to Young Masbath.
ELSEWHERE, SOMEONE WATCHES: A MOVING P.O.V, WATCHES them as they ride. FOLLOWS.EXT. WESTERN WOODS, FURTHER ON -- LATER DAY
Ichabod and Masbath reach a hill crest. They stop, uneasy. Below: a CAVE with a rock archway. An ill-fitting door covers the mouth. The chimney spews smoke.
ICHABOD
We have apparently arrived.EXT. CAVE HOME -- DAY
The horses are tied to a tree. Ichabod walks to the cave door. Unsure, he hesitantly knocks.INT. CAVE HOME -- DAY
Ichabod and Young Masbath step in.
Walls are hung with skins and skeletons, dry flowers and reed grass in patterns. An OLD CRONE sits facing away.
The old Crone, a mountain woman with matted hair and grey features, sits disinterested. Ichabod edges closer.
ICHABOD
Pardon. You did not answer when I knocked. Are we intruding?
OLD CRONE
You are from the Hollow?
ICHABOD
In a way, yes.
Ichabod looks at tables of gourd bowls of dead insects and acorns. Knifes, scissors, yellow bones. He takes the Lenape's piece of reed grass from his pocket.
ICHABOD
The Lenape who lived in these woods ... do you know him? The Redman? (uncomfortable wait)
I should tell you... he has been murdered.
OLD CRONE
Leave me. You are not welcome here.
The old Crone places something on a table beside her -- a dead cardinal, bright red.
Ichabod is afraid, backing away, but Young Masbath takes the woven piece and steps to the Crone.
YOUNG MASBATH
Were you a friend to the Indian? (waits)
You should have this... if you were his friend.
Young Masbath puts the woven piece beside the cardinal. He walks to join Ichabod in leaving.
OLD CRONE
You seek remedy against the Horseman?
The Old Crone reaches to pick up the weaving. She stands, faces them. Tall. Ichabod nods.
OLD CRONE
(to Young Masbath)
Go out and keep away, child.
(to Ichabod)
You stay. Follow with me.
The Old Crone takes a candle and walks, deep into the cave.INT. CAVE HOME, LOWER CAVE -- DAY
The Old Crone comes through a passage in the wet walls. Ichabod enters, scared, bent under low ceiling.
OLD CRONE
I hear him. He rides to the Hollow and back.
ICHABOD
The Horseman. Yes.OLD CRONE
Sit.
Ichabod sits on crooked stool. The old Crone kneels with her back to him, gathers straw in a pile on the floor.
ICHABOD
Can you help?
OLD CRONE
You want to see into the nether world... I can show you. Whatever you see, do not move or speak. I will hold him.
She gathers bowls, putting grass and powder on the pile.
ICHABOD
What... what are you doing?
OLD CRONE
(turns, furious)
Close your mouth! Keep silent.
She takes two jars f rom a table, pours ashes on the pile from one. She shakes the other roughly, takes the lid off and upends it. A baby bat squirms on the floor, dazed.
The Old Crone holds the bat, using a knife to cut off its head. -She soaks the straw with blood, SPEAKING IN TONGUES, guttural. Using a wick, she lights the straw.
She grasps two METAL CUFFS with chains attached, slides these onto her bony wrists, then bends to inhale smoke.
OLD CRONE
He comes now.
Ichabod would like to leave now. 
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