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