Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It was an evil spirit possessed you.
Ichabod.
Clean as dandelion heads, apparently.
convicted on confessions worth no more than this one.
I've had them since I can remember.
And no spells of yours can alter it, either.
Who's got a kiss for the Pickety Witch?
The wound was cauterized in the very instant,
Farewell.
Possibly so, if there is water in the lungs,
This butcher didn't finally reach his end
Of course. The four town elders.
There is conspiracy here.
Bring the Widow in.
Which brings me to the second course.
The attacker rode Masbath down,
You can do magic. Teach me.
Perhaps there is a bit of a witch in you
I see.
And if you don't mind, Doctor,
But if there is guilt, I cannot alter it,
Go out, child. Keep away.
The will leaves everything to his son.
- Your will? - He means...
and the drunkard Philipse.
Our jails overflow with men and women
Something must connect them.
Seeing is believing.
We are dealing with a madman.
Yes, the Van Garretts. I'd almost forgotten them.
In short, to pit myself against a murdering ghost.
- My father... - Your father?
The Bronx is up, the Battery's down,
I know. I know.
Pardon my intrusion.
Sense and reason. Cause and consequence.
Much appreciated.
But perhaps there is a bit of a witch in you, Katrina.
Come on, hurry up. The meeting bell started tolling.
The Van Garretts were the richest family around these parts.
and put her body into the grave and my own into the marriage bed.
Don't pick your teeth, you'll teach Thomas bad habits.
- My family name was Archer. - The archer.
And then, just the other day, that silly midwife Killian
Oh, God!
I can show you.
- You were dreaming. - Yes.
came back.
Reverend Steenwyck.
by a Bible-black tyrant behind a mask of righteousness.
- Avenge you? - Against Van Garrett.